Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 2

 

The next morning, you get up, make coffee, clean up, and get dressed for work. You let your wife lie in bed for a bit. She took time off this week so she can take care of the kids. After packing lunch and taking a sip of coffee, you check on her. Softly, you kiss her lips. She lets out a sleepy moan. “Good morning, my sleepy head. Coffee’s ready in the kitchen, and I’m leaving for work.”

She opens her eyes, glances at the clock face on the nightstand, rolls onto her side, and pulls up the blanket. “I can sleep for a couple more hours,” she mumbles.

“I’ll see you later.” You whisper into her ear and then gently kiss it.

“Uh-huh.” She says in a sleepy tone. “Go to work, be safe. See you when you get home.”

You get up, grab what you need, and then head off to work.

The office has that weird, ‘empty but hectic’ feel. There isn’t really a lot going on, but with so many people taking time off, if there is something to do, there really aren’t a lot of people to get it done, so you feel like there are so many orders to check, so many emails to respond to, and so many things that, during a normal week, others would do.

A couple of times, you get up from your desk, refill your coffee cup, and just walk around to see who’s really in. One of the ladies up front; one of the senior partners; and a couple of team leaders. But aside from that, most everyone else is gone. You make small chit-chat with the few people you see. The lady at the front desk asks if you’ve got anything special planned for the weekend. You blush at the thought of your wife and you, role-playing tonight. She asks what’s on your mind, and you tell her in rough, vague details that you have the house to yourselves, so you and the wife will have fun. She gives you a knowing nod and then answers the phone. Raising your coffee mug, you motion to her that you’re going back to your desk. She nods as she answers the caller’s questions.

By the end of the workday, you just want to go home. With about 10 minutes left to go, you start closing up and locking things up for the day. You see your boss closing his office. “You’re still here?” he asks. “Didn’t I put out an email telling everyone in the office to leave an hour early?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t see it.”

“Tomorrow, check your ‘spam filter’. If it’s in there, leave early tomorrow.”

“Will do.” Your reply.

Traffic on the drive home isn’t too bad. You pass signs on the local churches advertising “Holy Week Services”.

You and your wife could go to the “Holy Thursday” evening service. If the kids were home, you know that you’d go. But your dad will take them to their church. You smile at the thought of your father telling your kids the importance of foot washing, the specialness of the Last Supper, and the preparations to go to the garden. You slowly shake your head, because you’ve never been as religious as your parents. You attend church, but that’s mostly for the kids.

No, tonight, instead, you want to spend time with your wife.

Walking through the door, you smell pasta and sauce. You put your lunch bag in the kitchen and see your sexy wife wearing an apron to cover her ‘housewife’ shirt and slacks. “That smells good. Should I…”

She turns and tells you, “Go wash up, but don’t change. Don’t go into the bedroom. You have to wait until after dinner.”

Nodding, you do as you’re told, washing up and then sitting at the table. Soon, your wife brings a hot plate of noodles with homemade sauce. “Mmmm, I love it.” You say as you take a forkful.

She smiles as she sits down next to you. “I’m glad. It helped put me into the ‘helpful housewife’ spirit. I even watched some TV while cooking, so as to see if I saw more of those commercials.”

“Did you see what you wanted?” you ask.

She reaches under the table and rests her hand on your crotch. “Oh yes. I even found commercials I have fantasies about, too.” She gives your thigh a loving squeeze, which awakens your ‘trouser snake’.

“Are you trying to get me hard before I finish dinner?” you ask.

She winks and smiles. “Maybe,” she leans closer and whispers, “or maybe I just want to be wet for you because you don’t know what I have on under my outfit.”

Your mind flashes through a variety of options: plain cotton underwear, lacy black or red lingerie, or maybe nothing at all. “Should I guess or…”

She kisses some sauce off your lips. “You have to wait. By the way, you have to clean the kitchen before you get to play.”

Nodding, you kiss her and then finish eating.

After the kitchen is clean, you walk to the bedroom. The door is closed, but when you open it, you see stacks of your folded shirts and pants on the bed, on a couple of chairs, and on top of the hamper lid. Giving the room the basic feel of a clothing department in a “big box” store. Her back is to you as she looks at her closet, as if deciding what items to try on next.

“Wow, you really set things up. Is there anything I need to know?” you ask without getting into character yet.

She walks over, kisses you, and points to the lube and dildos on the nightstand. “I prepared myself, to be filled every way. Just make sure I’m ready, first.” She whispers, “And my safe word is ‘marmalade’.”

You nod and softly repeat “‘Marmalade’. Hopefully you won’t need to use it.”

She then walks back over to the closet and gets back into role.

You smile and try to remember the dialogue of the ‘hapless dad’ from the commercial. Picking up a couple of polo shirts; a grey one and a red one, you hold them against your chest and move like you are comparing them as you look in an imaginary mirror. Frowning, you turn to her. “My wife sent me to get a new shirt. Can you help me?”

As she turns, you notice she is wearing a striped sweater similar to the ‘mom’ character in the commercials. “Of course. Let’s see.” Walking over, she takes both of them from you, holds up one, and then the other. She looks like she is thinking as her eyes narrow, and she bites her lower lip in concentration. “I think the red one looks better.” She holds it against your chest and softly caresses the material. Even through your work shirt, you feel the pressure of her fingers on your skin.

“Should I try it on, so you can, see?” You ask, with the same tone of the male character in the commercial.

She nods and smiles. Pulling off your work shirt, you pull on the polo. You smooth out the front as you feel her fingers smoothing out the back. You move like you are still looking in that imaginary mirror.

“See how good it looks on you. Your wife will love it.”

Turning to her, you smile, just like in the commercials. “Thanks, what would I do without you?” Then you pause, “How can I make it up to you? You’ve been so helpful, you deserve a reward.” You give her a seductive wink and a nod.

She then motions towards the nightstand where she laid out her ‘toys’ of various sizes. “But what about these people that I helped too?” She is still in character.

“If they want to reward you too, how can I say no?” you reply, continuing to role play.

You quickly clear off the bed and have her stand next to it. Slowly, you unbutton her sweater. “Your husband is a lucky man.” You playfully tell her.

As the sweater falls to the floor, she replies, “Yes, he is.”

You kiss her, tasting a little of tonight’s dinner. Reaching into the waistband of her slacks, you pull up her plain white shirt. You are happily surprised that there isn’t a bra underneath. Her nipples look so beautiful and tasty. Those nipples, which a few years ago were suckled by your children, look like they are begging for your mouth. You lean forward and slowly lick around the areola of the left one. “Is that the kind of thing your husband does to you?” You ask.

“Not as often as I need.” She answers, her voice taking on a sensual, husky tone.

“Let me help you then.” You say as you lick and suck it, feeling it get firm in your mouth.

“Mmmm.” She moans softly. As you focus on her breasts, she reaches for a dildo. “Oh, you helped me, too. Is that cock for me?”

Before you can answer, she answers herself in a fake man’s voice. “Yes, little lady, it’s all for you. You’ve been so helpful.” Then she licks and sucks the tip of her toy.

“Do you want to lie down, so we can all pleasure you better?” You ask, trying to make your voice sound suave and different, as you undo her slacks and pull them down. “Oh, does your husband know you wear underwear like that?” you ask in the same fake accent. She’s wearing red crotch-less panties you bought for her a few years ago.

“Oh, no. He doesn’t know I like to wear sexy things like that. Especially when I have a chance to hook up with friendly strangers.”

You get on your knees and kiss the lacy fabric just above her exposed pussy. “So that’s why you’re always so helpful. You’re hoping to hook up with ‘helpless husbands’ and good-looking strangers?”

You hear a sucking noise above you as she takes her toy deep in her mouth. Pulling it out, she responds. “Yes. That’s why I’m always so helpful. Looking for men and maybe a few women who will repay my kindness.”

You imagine seeing your wife with a strange dick in her mouth, a strange woman sucking the nipples you were just sucking, and a third man licking her ass. Your dick hardens at the strange fantasy. She must be imagining something similar because you smell her arousal. Plunging your tongue into her pussy, she moans around the toy in her mouth. She spreads her thighs a bit more to let you thrust your tongue deeper. You feel her hand on your head as she presses herself harder against your mouth.

Gasping, she asks, “Can I get on the bed now, to give you all better access to me?”

You slip your tongue out and look up at her. There’s a string of saliva from her mouth to the dildo she’s holding. She looks so sexy and slutty.

“Yes. Get on the bed. Let’s use you like you want to be used.”

She smiles down at you, wickedly as she steps out of the pants, puddled around her ankles. You stand up. Kiss her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth, and then you reach for two more toys on the nightstand. She laid out a small bottle of lube, a clit sucker, and a textured glass dildo, along with the rubber one she is using. Your wife climbs on the bed and rolls onto her back, rubbing the dildo between her breasts.

You get between her legs, drip some lube on the tip of the clit sucker. She’s rubbing the cock between her breasts, “Yeah, titty-fuck me just like that.”

Slowly, you lick along the inside of her thighs as you lick one and use the tip of the sucker on the other. The mixed sensations on her skin has her look down at you. “Mmmmm. More than one of you on my thighs. Are you going to both lick my pussy?”

“Of course. That’s what you want. All of us thank you.” You reply with a mischievous tone.

She spreads her legs wider as you move the sucker to her clit and put your tongue in her wet, waiting pussy. “Yes, have her suck my clit as I suck this cock.” She says sucking on the dildo again.

You stop licking her pussy and rub her pussy lips with the tip of the glass dildo. “Would you like a real cock in your mouth?”

She pulls the toy from her mouth, “Yes. Let me move first.”

You stand up as she gets on her knees. Watching as she takes the rubber dildo between her legs and lowers herself on it. “Lube up my glass cock.” She says in an almost commanding voice.

You do, then hand it to her. She bends forward and rubs it between her ass cheeks.

“Do you need help with that?” you ask with a smile. She tries to put it into her tight anus. You kiss her softly. “Let me help. I’ll be gentile.” She nods and hands it to you. Dripping more lube along the crack of her ass, you slowly spread it around using the dildo, moving up and down. “Relax and imagine a strange man slowly entering you.” You hear her inhale and squat, the rubber dildo still in her pussy. Placing the glass tip against her puckered hole you gently but firmly push. 

It slides in as she pushes back a bit. “I love it. One in my cunt, one in my ass.” She turns to you, and motions for you to get in front of her. “And now one in my mouth.” She squats down so she can ride both toys at once and leans her head forward.

You’ve rarely seen her so you turned on and depraved. There is a hunger in her eyes as she grabs your hard shaft. Her tongue is so smooth and wet as she licks the tip, then she sucks you firmly, while pressing herself down on the bed, pushing the toys deeper into her. Soon she is rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth with your hard cock. She’s moaning in pleasure as she grinds herself against the bed. In your imagination it’s the actress from the commercials whose sucking you as she takes cocks in her ass and pussy. Placing your hand on her head, you thrust in time with the rhythm she’s created. You’re breathing harder and won’t last long. “Do you want me in your mouth or somewhere else?”

She pulls you from her mouth. “Fuck my ass.”

Moving around and behind, she raises up her ass. The glass dildo slides out. Even though your cock is slick with saliva and pre-cum, you put more lube on it.

Her asshole is waiting for you as you press your tip against it. With just a little pressure it slides in. She feels so warm and tight. So different than her mouth or pussy. She rocks back against you. Moving back and forth she takes your cock as deep as she can. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” She says with an almost animalistic growl. You feel the vibrations of her using her sucker toy on her clit and the pressure of the fake cock in her cunt. You are so close to cumming. She presses back against you, and you feel her body quiver with pleasure. Her asshole tightens around you as she cums. It feels so good as you hold her hips tightly and fill her ass with your spunk.

“Yes….” She moans.

Then she pulls the dildo from her pussy and you slowly slide your softening dick from her. You both are sweating. She gets up and hugs you. You hold her tightly in your arms. “You must have really enjoyed that.” You say to her, breathing hard.

She nods and kisses you. “More than you know. Join me in a shower?” She asks as she gets off the bed, strips off her crotchless panties which are now stretched out a bit.

“Of course.” You answer as you put dirty clothes in the hamper.

You both walk naked into the bathroom. She grabs a towel and washcloth, leans into you and whispers “Tomorrow night we can do my fantasy, ‘Mr. Insurance guy’.”

(I hope you enjoyed this 2-part Couple’s Tale. If you want a follow up story of the husband as “Mr. Insurance Guy” helping the distressed housewife, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next Friday with a new story.)

Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 1

 

You sit on the couch, trying to relax, watching TV. The kids are excited for Spring Break from school, planning to spend time with their grandparents, and your wife is reading a trashy novel, sitting in a chair near you.

Between episodes of police procedurals and emergency rescue dramas, you keep seeing the same commercials over and over. You don’t know if it’s that you’re tired, bored, or just horny. In a couple of commercials, you notice that the actresses are a more plain-looking version of your wife. Your mind wanders, imagining the ‘hapless guy’ that the “mom” helps find the right furniture, clothing, or whatever, offers to take her in back and repay her kindness with vigorous sex in the showroom, the dressing room, or in the storeroom. A wicked smile crosses your lips when, in one ad, after she helps one guy, there are three others who also need help. “Of course. She wants all four at once.” You quietly chuckle to yourself.

Your wife looks over the top of her book, “What’s so funny?” She asks, glancing towards the TV.

“I’ll tell you in a bit.” You say, as you get off the couch, walk over and give her a kiss. “You are so much sexier than the actresses on the commercials.”

She arches her eyebrow, “Thanks, but what brought that on?”

“Let me put the kids to bed first.” You respond.

Going into the other room, you get your son off the game system, and have your daughter put away her coloring book and crayons. “It’s bedtime, kids.”

“Awwww, but we don’t have school.” Your son says.

“Yeah, Daddy, we’re on Spring Break.” Your daughter chimes in.

Nodding, you remind them that tomorrow you’re going to take them both to your parents’ place. They’ll spend a day with them and then spend a day with the other grandparents.

“If you aren’t good, I’ll tell them you aren’t allowed to go to the candy store.”

“Candy World!” your daughter screams.

“It’s just candy.” Your son tries to say in a cool tone, but you notice that he saves his game and powers the player off.

As the kids brush their teeth and get ready for bed, you do a quick check in the kitchen to make sure you turned on the dishwasher. There is nothing more frustrating than filling and loading the dishwasher and forgetting to turn it on. It is gently humming as it still washes the dinner dishes.

Going back to check on the kids, your son is climbing into his bed. He has the library book he’s supposed to be reading during the break. “Read only a chapter or two and get some sleep. You can read more on your way to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

“Ok, Dad.” He says as he focuses on the book.

Your daughter is wearing her pretty night gown and has a book that she wants to read to you. Recently, she has worked hard to show that ‘she’s a big girl and can read too’. You walk in and sit on the floor, leaning against the bed. “So Baby, what’s tonight’s book?”

She holds it up for you to see. “The one with the bunny that ran away. Are you ready, Daddy?”

You nod and sit as she starts, “Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away…”

As she reads, she yawns from time to time, but soon she gets to “‘Have a carrot,’ said the mother bunny. The End.”

“You did a good job reading that one, Princess.” You kiss her forehead. “Now get some sleep. Remember tomorrow, your mother is taking you to see Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll be good for them.” She says as she hugs you.

You softly close the door behind you, then make sure your son turns off his light.

Softly walking back down to the living room, you see your wife still reading but occasionally watching TV too.

“Is everything all right?” she asks quietly.

You nod. “Yep, the kids are in bed and ‘Runaway Bunny’ is back home.”

She gives you a quizzical look. “That’s what our daughter read to me tonight.”

She nods and then looks at the TV as one of the commercials comes on, where a ‘housewife’ in ordinary clothing is helping a ‘lost guy’ find what he needs.

“So, what’s this about me being sexier than her?” she asks.

You sit on the couch and pat the cushion for her to join you. She moves and snuggles up next to you.

Putting your arm around her, you explain your fantasy. That she, your sexy wife, was the helpful woman in the commercial. Wearing just a plain sweater, top, and slacks. Helping you find an outfit for a ‘special occasion’ or the ‘right recliner’. And how afterward, you would reward her with sex. You lean in closer and whisper, “And maybe you’ve helped other men, too, who want to reward you? A good chance to use multiple toys.”

She grins. “Mmmmm, that multiple partners fantasy that I’d never have the guts to do in real life?”

You nod. “And with the kids at the grandparents for the next couple of days, we can have a few nights to ourselves.”

The cop show you both like is on, and you watch it together, holding her. During another commercial break, you see the one where a ‘housewife’ helps a guy find an outfit for golfing, then at the end, three men ask, ‘Can you help me too?’ Both of you chuckle at that one. “Oh, is that where you got the idea of her being thanked by more than one guy at a time?”

You sheepishly smile. “Maybe.”

She kisses and hugs you. “I see the attraction to this ‘role play’ fantasy. Maybe after I drop off the kids, I’ll have things set up?” Her tone is relaxed and playful.

“Really?” you reply. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom now?”

“Shhhh, the show’s back on. I want to see if they catch the bad guy.”

You smile, nod, and kiss the top of her head. “Ok.”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2)

Oral Sex with a Married Man

 

Tonight, you are at the bar. You are meeting up with the man you have had sex with a few times previously. You are wearing a sexy black lace & satin bra and panty set, with matching garter belt and stockings. These he bought for you last time. Your dress is white cotton. Perfect for the warm weather tonight. And easy access for him.

You light up your cigarette, and enjoy the smoke, as you see him walk in.

He’s still wearing his business coat & tie. “He must have come here straight from work.” You think. Holding the cigarette to your lips, you slowly suck in the smoke. Your lipstick marks are on the tip. It reminds him of your lipstick on his cock when you suck him. You tap the ash into the ashtray. 

“Should I order a drink, and dance with you to the music? Or just go to a hotel room?” He asks, removing his sport coat. Under his white shirt you can tell he’s not wearing an undershirt. You can almost see his hairy chest through the light cotton fabric.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the dance floor. The music is fast. You move against his body. As you grind against him, you feel the texture of your lingerie against your skin as you dance. Also as you rub against him, you feel him get hard. Pulling you closer, he kisses you passionately.

The next song is slower. He holds you close, his hands on your lower back as you put your arms around his neck. You kiss him, and press your chest against his. You feel the pressure and texture of the fabric rubbing against your nipples.

His hand grabs your ass firmly, like he doesn’t want this to end. “You are wearing your sexy gift I bought you. I’m glad.” He says in a deep sexy tone.

The song ends and you go back to the bar for your drinks. Sitting on the stool, you raise your dress to show him the tops of your stockings. You feel sexy and naughty.

“Those look so good on you. I knew they would.” He says into your ear. “You look so sexy, I want to fuck you here.” You feel his hand up your dress. You are thankful that everyone is watching either the band or the dance floor. You feel his fingers rub your panties. “Oh, yes, you are getting wet. You like the idea of me fucking you, in front of everyone?”

“But I like this club, and don’t want to get kicked out. Shall we go? Or dance again?” You playfully protest.

He pays for your drinks and you leave. The hotel is nearby so you walk. The evening air feels good. At the hotel, he uses the key to the special corporate suite, used by his company for special clients.

In the elevator, you stand in front of him. He raises the back of your dress, and you feel his cock still inside his pants, press against your exposed ass. “You love when I take you from behind. If there weren’t security cameras. I would fuck you here.” He whispers in your ear.

The doors open to his floor. You go to the room and he unlocks the door. Once the door closes, you kiss his mouth hard.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, but I want to suck your cock, then I want you to lick my pussy until I cum.” You say.

There is a couch in the suite and the king sized bed. You’ve had sex on both previously. “Where do you want to do it?” He asks as he removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Removing his shirt, you have him sit on the sofa. Slowly you remove your dress, doing a striptease to tease him.

You wiggle your hips as you unbutton each button of your dress.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard cock.

You slowly slide one side down your shoulder…

And then the other.

As you slowly slide the dress down your body, he licks his fingers and slowly strokes his hardening shaft.

As the dress hits the floor, he’s fully hard.

You sexily walk over. Grab grab his prick… “Do you want a hand with this?” You ask in a seductive voice. He nods and you get on your knees. Licking the tip, you slowly stroke the shaft. You look into his eyes as you suck it. “Whose cock is this?” You ask playfully but firmly as you squeeze it.

“It’s your cock. My wife hates it. She won’t suck it, and only wants missionary sex once a month.” He replies as you continue licking it.

“And what about my pussy?” You ask. 

“Your pussy is the tastiest and most beautiful there is. My wife won’t let me lick her. She says oral sex is sinful.” You suck his cock deeply, “Oh God, that feels so good.”

You stand up and he kisses your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You feel his mouth press against your damp lips. He licks up and down. His tongue pressing the satin fabric against your damp cunt. It feels so good.

He slowly slides your panties off and you feel them slide down your legs. Grabbing his head, you press his face against your pussy. “Lick me until I cum.” You command.

You then lie on the couch with your legs spread. You feel his head rub against the tops of your stockings and his warm breath on your pussy. Slowly he licks up and down your exposed cunt. 

Up… around…down… and across.

Then he licks between your lips. You enjoy the feeling of his smooth wet tongue on and in you. Grabbing his head again, you hump his mouth in pleasure. He licks deeper and harder. Grabbing your hips as you feel his tongue thrust deeply.

He rubs your clit with his tongue still deep inside of you. Rubbing faster and harder until you cum. His mouth is filled with your juices.

He then moves up to your mouth and kisses you passionately. You taste your pussy on him. “I love just doing oral with you, so much more than straight sex my wife.” He says and hugs you tightly.

“That was just the warm up. Show me how much more you love me.” you tell him in a wicked tone, before moving off the couch to the bedroom. 

Sex with the Boss

 

“Those cock-sucking sons a bitches.” You hear her yell.

Grabbing your notepad and a pen you enter her office to see what’s up.

She is standing in front of the monitor which is raised up on her “sit/stand” desk. She is furiously scrolling thought emails and DMs.

“Can I help, Boss?” you ask quietly. She is so angry and excited that the nipples of her large round breasts are visible through her lacy bra and silk shirt.

“Those fuckers down in contracting used last year’s language and conditions on the Alyssum LLC contract.” She says on the verge of yelling.

“Oh shit.” You quietly respond. Alyssum LLC is one of your company’s most important clients. A year ago, when you were hired, going from an intern to an employee, it was that contract she landed. She had been so angry and stressed then, but you helped her calm down and relax. Seeing her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top, you try to focus on work and try to forget that time you licked her pussy as a stress reliever.

“If I could find that damn email, I think there’s time to fix this.” She continues angrily.

“Do you mean the version of the contract with your changes?” you ask calmly.

She turns and looks at you. “Of course. Do you still have it?”

You want to give her a quippy answer like ‘Of course, it’s what you pay me for’ or ‘that’s why you pay me the big bucks’ but you know the more direct answer of “Yes Ma’am. I have it in our ‘Contract Drafts’ folder. May I?”

She steps back and lets you use her computer. Quickly, on the Collaborative Work program, you find the ‘Contracts’ channel and the ‘Drafts’ folder. You pull up the document. “If you want, Ma’am, I can share it with them right now.”

She looks at the clock, picks up the phone and punches buttons. “Yes, share it with them. I’m calling their supervisor to make sure they know.” You back away as she steps in, lowers her monitor and sits in her chair. You watch her stretch out her toned legs as she says “Ryan, Yeah it’s me. Your people screwed up Alyssum.”

You close her door and go back to your desk. Most days you can focus on the work and think of her as “the Boss” but today is one of those days, where her top is so tight and her skirt hugs her hips. When you go home tonight, you’ll fantasize about her, again.

As the day goes on, she keeps her door closed. You check her status. “Busy-On the Phone”, pops up a few times. At one point, you hear her through the door “That motherfucker and his bitch wife can eat my cunt. They got the house in the divorce. They don’t get anything else.”

You put on your headphones. She must be talking with her divorce lawyer. You know it was a very messy divorce and put a lot of stress on her. She’ll probably leave early and go to the gym to work out. She exercises most days and you enjoy seeing how her yoga pants and sports bra accent her curves. Thinking about it makes your dick tingle. You close your eyes and remind yourself that you’re still at work. Wait until you get home to masturbate.

It’s almost quitting time so you pull off your headphones. Checking her status, she is “Available”. That’s strange. She should be powering down and heading to the gym. You start closing up the office. Locking cabinets, ensuring the coffee pot is off, and turning off lights. Checking the time, it’s 20 minutes past time to go. You check her status one last time before you power off your workstation. It stills says “Available”.

Turning the knob on her door you quietly open it. You see her leaned back in her chair, her pantyhose is on her desk along with one leg. Her blouse is open and her nipples poke over the top of her bra. Her eyes are closed as you see her working a glass dildo in and out of her wet cunt and using a small buzzing toy on her clit.

That pussy. That tasty pussy. It’s been a year since you licked it. “Oh God I want it.” You say aloud. Her eyes pop open as she sits up, the glass toy still in her. You quickly close the door. “I’m sorry Ma’am. It’s time to go and I just wanted to see if you’re all right.”

“Lock the door.” She commands. Silently you nod. “Get over here.”

Walking to her desk, your dick hardens in your slacks. On a chair you see her gym bag, open with her workout clothes, and a towel. “Getting ready to go to the gym?” you ask.

“I want a different workout. Do you still jerk off thinking about me?” she asks in a seductive tone. She turns off the buzzing toy and removes the glass dildo, placing them both on her desk, but her legs are still wide open, giving you a clear view of her wet, open pussy.

Licking your lips, you slowly nod. “Yes Ma’am.” You rub your hard member through your slacks.

“Show me what you have.” She commands. Last time, you licked her pussy with your clothes on. This time you undo your belt, and pull your dick out for her. “Mmmmm. I like it. Stand there and stroke it for me.” She tells you. You lick your palm and rub saliva around the tip. 

Slowly you stroke from tip to base. Your other hand lightly squeezes your balls. “Like this, Ma’am?” you ask.

Taking her dildo she rubs it along her wet pussy lips. You imagine your dick moving in it’s place. “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.” Her voice is still low and seductive.

“Very badly Ma’am. You taste so good. I want to be in you.”

“You’re such a good boy. I’ve got a reward for you.” She rotates her chair and motions for you to come around her desk. She leans forward, and licks your hard shaft, before taking it all in her mouth. Her mouth is so warm and wet as she lightly sucks. You’ve fantasized about her sucking you but you never imagined it felt this good. She pulls you out and strokes up and down. “Not a bad flavor. But I remember you’re better with your mouth. Get on your knees.”

Doing as she asks, you get down. Your hard cock bounces. Placing her legs on your shoulders, you get your mouth right up to her sweet cunt. It smells like last time, a smell you’ve fantasized about. Slowly you lick up and down her folds.

“Yes. Take your time. Give me what I want.” Her voice is softer yet full of desire. You taste her excitement. After going up and down, around and across, you thrust your tongue as deeply as it goes. Your nose rubs her clit as her hands grab your hair. “Yes. Like that.” You then lick up again and around her clit. Then you suck it. Gently. Your lips covered in her moisture as you suck her nub. “Harder.” She commands as she pulls your hair with one hand as her other moves up and pulls one of her nipples. 

She tastes so good but you want your dick inside her so badly. “I want to fuck you.” You mumble around her clit. She pulls your head tighter against her.

“Suck harder. Make me cum. Now.” She humps your mouth. You slide two fingers into her open pussy. Twisting and thrusting as you suck and lick her clit. She hold you tightly as you feel her orgasm against your face. Her pussy pulses. Your cock is so hard you want to cum for her too.

She releases you. “Get up.” She grabs your shirt and pull your face right in front of hers. “We’ll do something, I rarely do. If anyone ever hears we did it, I’ll know it was you and you’ll be gone.” There’s an underlying tone of threat mixed with lust.

“Ma’am, your secrets are safe with me.” You quietly reassure her.

“Grab the lube from my bag.” She directs you. Lifting the towel, you see a bottle of personal lubricant. You carry it over as she raises her skirt and bends over her desk. “Lube my asshole and then fuck me hard.” Her tone is still low but just as commanding as before.

“Yes Ma’am.” You respond. Only in your wildest fantasies have you imagined your hard cock buried in her firm ass.

Dripping some of the thick liquid on the crack of her ass, you massage and rub it on her skin. She spreads her cheeks. “Lube me good.” She directs.

“Yes, Ma’am”. You squirt some into your hand and rub it directly around her puckered hole. You slide a slick finger into her. She relaxes and lets out a light moan. 

She releases her cheeks and hands you the glass dildo. “Use this to prepare me for you.”

“Of Course, Ma’am.” You respond as you lube it then press it against her tightest hole. Slowly you work it in and out, going deeper with each twisting thrust.

“God. That feels so good.” She pants. You hear her turn on her clit buzzer and move it between her legs. “Put it in me. Fuck me. Now.” Her use of coarse language turns you on so much. Dropping your pants to the ground, you rub lubricant on your hard cock. You are so aroused you don’t know how long you’ll last. Placing the mushroom tip against her starfish hole, you gently press. She moans as she relaxes and takes you in. You go deeper than you expected but she feels so warm and tight. Grabbing her hips, you thrust in and out. “Harder. Deeper.” She commands.

You bite your lower lip as you pull her harder into you. Her skin slapping against yours makes a noise you’ve only heard in porn videos. She starts moaning and you feel the vibrations from the buzzer. She is so tight. You thrust and hold it. Your cock throbs and pulses as you fill her with your semen. She breathes harder as she presses the buzzer against her and you feel her ass tighten around you as she cums again.

You take moment and slide your softening dick from her. Drips of lube and cum follow. “Lick me clean.” She commands. Without thinking, you drop to your knees and your tongue goes into her recently used hole. You lick and suck until she is clean. She then straightens up. “Use the towel.” You nod, get up, grab her towel and wipe her clean. She turns, takes the towel, wipes your soft member, and then your mouth. “You are a very good boy. That’s the kind of workout I needed after a stressful day”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank You.” You reply as you pull up your pants and fasten your belt. “Is there anything else you need before I leave?”

She shakes her head as she pulls down, adjusts her skirt, and re-buttons her top. “If you continue to do such good work for me, maybe I’ll fulfill more of your fantasies.”

“Of course, Ma’am. Good night.” You say as you leave her office. When you get home you jerk off again, remembering how good it felt to cum in her ass.

Another Snow Day

 

“More Snow.” You say to yourself as you take a sip of coffee and stare out the back window. You watch the snow fall, illuminated by the back porch light and the early morning sky. The previous snow had mostly melted and now you are getting a couple more inches.

The local TV news is rotating between weather, school closings, and traffic updates.

“Mommy, is there school?” your daughter asks as she walks into the kitchen wearing pajamas and still clutching her stuffed dog.

“No Baby. No school. It’s still snowing. I don’t have to go into work either.” You say as you bend down and give her a hug.

“Snow?” she asks and then runs to the sliding glass door to look out the back porch.

Fresh snow covers where the previous paths had been cleared and everything is covered with a fresh white blanket.

“Mommy, what’re the birds and squirrels gonna eat? The feeder’s covered again.” She says with a tone of actual concern.

“We’ll put some seeds and nuts on the top of the snow. But they are hiding while it’s still snowing. Wait until the snow stops falling and we’ll do it then.” You reassure her.

“You gonna make breakfast?” she asks.

You smile at her, “Of course, what are you hungry for?”

She goes to the refrigerator and pulls out the tube of ‘easy bake cinnamon rolls’. “Make these Mommy. It makes the kitchen smell so good.”

“Ok. Do you want to help?” You ask. 

“Uh-huh”, She says nodding.

You warm up the oven as she gets the small round pan out of the cupboard for you. In a few minutes you have the greased pan full of doughy curls and ready to go in.

“Can I spread the frosting?” she asks as she holds the cold plastic cup of sugary goo.

“You have to wait until these are done.” You say, “Why don’t you put it on the counter for now?” She smiles and does as you ask. You put the pan in the oven and set the timer. “While that bakes, why don’t you get dressed. If you put something warm, you’ll be ready to go outside and play in the snow.”

“Ok.” She says, taking her stuffed dog from the counter and goes to her bedroom.

“I have the laptops set up in the den.” Your husband says as he enters the kitchen, an empty coffee mug in his hand.

“Thanks Dear”, you reply. “I’m glad we can telework but hate that it’s expected that we will telework every time there’s bad weather.”

He kisses you and refills his mug. “It only makes sense. Keeping people off the road, but still getting emails answered and office work done.” He looks out the window. “Look at that come down. I’m glad the schools and offices are closed.”

You walk up behind him, kissing his neck and wrapping your arms around him. “If the kids were asleep still, I’d say we head to the bedroom and enjoy some time under the blankets.”

He turns, kisses and hugs you. “That is too tempting this morning.”

The timer for the cinnamon rolls goes off. He releases you, “Go pull ’em out. Do you want a hand?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ve already got help.” You say as your daughter returns, a pink sweatshirt with a cartoon dog on the front, and thick blue sweatpants. 

“Daddy! Are you gonna help make cinnamon rolls too?” 

He bends down and hugs her. “No, your mommy said you were going to do it.” He looks at you and winks.

Using the hot pads, you pull out the pan and flip the rolls onto an empty plate.

“Is it my turn?” your daughter asks. You nod and move the plate and frosting cup to the kitchen table as your daughter climbs into her chair. Using a butter knife she carefully spreads the white goo onto the circle of steaming hot buns.

“Mmmmm Those smell so good.” Your husband says. “Can I have one?”

“Not yet Daddy. Let me finish.” Your daughter says as she slathers the frosting on and scrapes the last of it from the plastic cup. “Ok. Now you can.” She says proudly.

Your husband grabs one, “I’m going to check morning emails. I’ll be in the den.”

“I’ll be down shortly” you tell him. “By the way, don’t you want to have on more than your robe?”

“Good idea. I’ll check emails then get dressed.” He responds and blows you a kiss.

Looking at your daughter you tell her, “Only have one, Baby. You have to leave enough for everyone, including your brother.” She smiles with bits of frosting and roll on her face as she takes the other rolls from her napkin and puts them back on the plate. You refill coffee and sit at the table with her, watching the TV on the wall.

Your son walks into the kitchen, yawning and his hair sticking up all directions. “What smells so good?” He then looks at the table and grabs a cinnamon roll.

“Mommy said only take one. Leave enuff for everyone.” Your daughter directs.

You smile at that. “No school today. Eat up and get dressed. You and your sister can play outside in the snow. Daddy and I have to work from home today.”

“Yay!” he says as he pulls a glass from the cupboard and fills it with milk. “Can we change the channel to cartoons?”

You nod as you pick up the serving plate and wrap up the remaining rolls. “Have some breakfast. I need to go and check emails.”

Your daughter gets off her chair and pulls the cereal box from the pantry. “Can we eat in the living room?”

You shake your head, “Not today. Eat at the table. Then clean up.” You carry your coffee in one hand and your warm roll in the other as you walk down to the den.

Your husband has your laptop set up on your desk, catty corner from his. He’s leaning back in his chair as he scrolls through the messages.

“Anything interesting?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Most of it is just folks saying they are teleworking or using a day of leave.”

You set your coffee mug on your desk, log into your computer, with the cinnamon roll in your mouth.

He looks over at you and chuckles. “You look sexy with your mouth filled, but I’d like it to be with something else.”

Your home page comes up, and you take a bite of the roll. After you swallow, you smile at him. “I prefer it when your mouth is busy.”

He gets up, closes the door to the den. “Are the kids busy upstairs?”

You nod, “Eating cereal and watching TV.”

He walks over to you. “Are you serious about me using my mouth? Give you a little oral treat before I go upstairs and get cleaned up?”

“Do you want to get under my desk as I’m on my computer?” You ask, hinting to the time you roll played “Boss and Secretary”. He nods and gets under your desk as you stand up and pull down your yoga pants. With your pants around your ankles, you sit and spread your legs, as you focus on your computer screen. Pulling up emails you scroll through them. Most of them are just quick status updates. As you read, you feel your husband’s warm lips on your right thigh, and his hair rubbing against the left one.

HR has an email that asks for your status. You need to respond and CC your supervisor telling them that you are teleworking. As you start typing, you feel his lips at the edge of your panties. His breath is warm and the tip of his tongue is wet. You inhale through your nose as you try to focus on writing. You feel the crotch of your panties slide to the side and the tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down.

“I am teleworking today.” You type. You feel his hands grip your hips as he thrusts his tongue into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan. Your husband is so good at this. Trying to focus on work, you reread your message, and ensure that your supervisor is CC’d.. Your husband’s mouth covers your clit and you feel his gentile suction.

“Oh God” you say in a low tone and then bite your lower lip again. You hit send and the status email goes out.

Moving your hands under the desk, you grab your husband’s head. “You want me to cum? Ok, Hold on.” You say in a low tone as you hump his mouth. He grips your hips tighter as he continues licking and sucking your clit. Part of your mind is telling you ‘finish up, the kids will need something’ and ‘keep checking on work, you don’t want to get distracted’. Then your husband starts humming. The suction, warmth, and vibrations all push you over the edge. Your hands and thighs tighten around his head as you cum. He keeps holding you as your pussy pulses against his mouth.

You are breathing hard as you unclench and let go. Rolling your chair back, you let your husband get out from under the desk. He kisses you and you taste yourself on him. His shorts are tented by his hard cock. “Damn. I’ll have to take care of that later.” You say.

“Mmmm, Pussy and cinnamon roll, two flavors that go together better than I thought.” He smiles. “I’ll hold you to that.” He wraps his robe around him tighter. “I’ll check on the kids and get dressed. You can pull your leggings up for now.”

You stand up and adjust yourself, “Leave the door open so I can hear the kids.” You tell him, then you check your office Messenger tool and your collaborative work program.

A message pops up, “I know you’re at home, but don’t forget to sign off on last week’s vouchers. They should all be in the system.” It’s your boss.

You sigh. A nasty thought enters your mind. You are tempted to respond with something like “I’ll do them while my husband rails me from behind. Picture me getting fucked hard as I review your paperwork.” But as much as you’d love to have your old, conservative leaning boss turn red with embarrassment by your ‘filthy language’, you are a ‘good girl’ and so you respond instead with. “Of course. I’ll pull up the folder now and start working on them.” You take a sip of your coffee and focus on work.

After reviewing, and either approving or returning vouchers, you stand up and stretch. Your husband dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and typing a document so you don’t want to disturb him. Your coffee cup is empty, and you head back upstairs. The kids are in the living room watching TV, your son still in his pajamas. “Why don’t you get dressed. If it stopped snowing, you can go outside.”

As you rinse your cup, you look out the window. The snow stopped falling and the backyard looks so beautiful. You open the sliding glass door, and touch the snow. It’s not too dry or too wet. Perfect for snowball fights and snowmen. You grab a scoop full of bird seed and throw it as far as you can. Small seeds scatter over a small section of the snow covered porch. “That should help until I can refill the feeder.” You say to whatever birds are hiding up in the trees. After you close the door, you head back down to the den. 

You walk up behind your husband. “Are you almost done?” you whisper in his ear.

“Almost… Why?” he asks. You put your wet cold hand at the back of his neck. “What the..?” he says as he turns unexpectedly.

Laughing you back up “I just wanted to tell you that it stopped snowing.” He reaches for you and tickles you. You love and hate when he does that. You laugh uncontrollably and lie on your side.

“Be thankful my hands aren’t cold and wet.” He says with an evil tone while crouching over you and still tickling.

“We’re ready. Is Mommy all right?” says your daughter from the den doorway, her big puffy coat is zipped up and her pink fuzzy mittens are on her hands.

Your husband stops and stands up. “Yes baby, Mommy’s all right. She played a trick on Daddy so I was tickling her.” He makes sure that your daughter’s coat is fastened. “Is your brother ready too?”

At the top of the stairs your son yells down, “Yeah, Let’s go.”

Your husband kisses your daughter and then she goes up the stairs and follows her brother.

Your husband sighs, “Let me do a little more work, then I’ll go out with the kids and clear the driveway and sidewalks.”

You get up off the floor and straighten your shirt. “Do you want soup and sandwiches for lunch?”

He nods as he sits back at his desk “That sounds good.”

You let him focus, as you return to your desk. Messages and emails have popped up since you stepped away. “No rest for the wicked.” You mutter.

Lunch is a can of chicken noodle soup mixed with a can of country vegetable along with grilled cheese sandwiches. The kids made a couple of lumpy snowmen, which you took pictures of with your phone. Your husband cleared the driveway and sidewalks. 

Watching the “News at Noon” while you eat, you see that the weather will be warmer tomorrow and things should reopen. You look at your husband, “I guess I need to focus on work today, and be ready to be back in the office tomorrow.” You have the kids make sure their homework is done and their school bags are packed. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent teleworking. Your husband finishes before you, packs up his laptop, and then heats up leftover casserole for dinner. When you finish, you also power off, and put your laptop into your work bag, which you put in the living room. The kids already have their school bags lined up too. 

Dinner goes smoothly and everyone helps clean up. Then everyone goes to the living room to watch TV. You snuggle on the couch next to your husband, as you let the kids pick some shows on the cartoon and family channels. Resting your head against your husband, you comment “Not a bad day.”

He places your hand on his crotch and whispers “Once we get the kids to bed, let’s make it better.”

At bedtime, your husband reads to your daughter, as your son brushes his teeth. In your bedroom, you pull off your yoga pants and top. Looking in the mirror you see the curves that motherhood brought on. Your body is a canvas of marks from giving birth and recovering. Your skin feels a little dry so you sit on the bed and rub some lotion on it.

“Want some help?” your husband asks softly as he closes the bedroom door.

“Are the kids in bed?” you ask

He nods. “If we give them a few minutes then you can do what you said in the den earlier.”

“What did I say?” you ask in mock innocence.

He walks closer and undoes his jeans, pulling out his soft prick. “That you’d take care of this.”

“Awww it looks tired. Maybe I should let it rest.” You playfully respond.

He sees the skin lotion on the bed, then goes to the night stand for the lube. “Being you are already putting lotion on, maybe I need some lotion too?”

“If I do, no anal tonight. I didn’t prep for it.” You say in a soft but direct tone.

He smiles and nods. “No anal. I love your pussy more anyway.” He says.

Part of you knows it’s not the entire truth. Yes, he loves your pussy, but the times you’ve let him fuck your ass, he cums quickly. His word is good though, so you take the bottle of lube from him. “Do you want standing or on the bed?” you ask.

“If we do doggie style, then standing. Unless you feel like riding me tonight?” There is a glint in his eye and a slightly wicked grin on his face.

“Maybe next time Dear, I’m a little tired and don’t feel like doing all the work.” 

You drip some lube on his soft member and slowly stroke it. He hardens quickly. It looks tasty. Nice, thick, and veiny, with a tip that gets darker the more excited he gets. “Mmmm, You are enjoying this.” You purr, then you lick the tip. The familiar flavor of the lube mixes with his natural flavors. Slowly you lick along the firm shaft as you hold near the tip. Then you take him in your mouth. You feel the firm spongy tip at the back of your mouth. You relax your throat to take him a bit deeper. You feel his hands on your head as he thrusts into your mouth. Your pussy tingles. He’s so hard and excited. You move your head back and take him out as you stroke his slick cock. “I don’t think you’ll last long, so let’s fuck.”

Getting on your hands and knees on the bed, you position your ass at the edge. You feel him slide your panties to the side, then rub his slick shaft along your wet pussy lips. He’s teasing you. Then a hand is on your lower back and you feel him work the tip between your hungry lips. Once in, he grabs your hips and pulls you solidly against him. It’s a little harder than you expected but not unpleasant. He works it in and out of you at a steady pace. You reach down and rub your clit. He notices and slows his rhythm. Your nipples rub against the blanket as he continues to fuck you. Between his actions and your rubbing of your clit, you feel your orgasm building.

“You like me fucking you like this.” He says in a low tone through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna fill that cunt of yours.” He pulls you tightly and holds it. His hard cock fills you so well. You rub faster as you cum. He’s throbbing inside of you too. You love when you both cum together. After a moment you realize that your other hand was gripping the blanket hard, so you release your grip as you feel him slide out of you. His warm lips kiss the back of your neck. “I’ve been wanting to do that to you all day.”

You turn, lie on your back, and pull him on top of you. “I’ve been wanting that all day.”

He hugs you for a moment, then releases you. “Let me get ready for bed.” He says, as you realize he’s still wearing his t-shirt along with his socks.

“I’ll put on a nightie too.” You say as you get up, wipe yourself with your panties, then put on a fresh set and cotton nightshirt.

“Awww, I thought you’d wear the sheer one.” He jokingly comments as he pulls on his shorts.

You smile, “Not tonight. I want something a bit warmer.”

You both get into bed, as he hold you loosely and you rest your head on his chest. “Goodnight Honey.” He says

“Goodnight Dear.” You reply and soon you both drift off to sleep.

Music Festival Hookup

 

You wake up on Saturday of a holiday weekend and scroll on your phone looking for something to do. “Get up sleepy head.” Your sister Abby says as she bursts in and throws a T-shirt at you. “There’s an open-air concert today. Mandi, Hailey, and Misty are going. They’ll be here in a bit.”

Before you can answer, she is gone and getting ready. You get up, clean up, and get dressed. You put on a blue and white bikini. Everyone says it ‘matches your eyes’. Then you pull on a t-shirt and shorts. Checking your phone, you see the weather will be hot and sunny. Perfect for an outdoor concert. You then search for EDM events in the city. Nothing really pops up, so you widen the search, but don’t find anything for the kind of music you like. “Hey Sis, where’s this concert?”

She comes back with a blanket over her shoulder and a six-pack of water in her hand. “I dunno, Misty said she’s driving and it’ll be fun.”

Just then you hear a car horn honk. A Jeep with the top down pulls up, with Misty in the front seat, Hailey riding “shotgun”, and Mandy alone in the back. 

“Let’s go Ladies”. Hailey yells. You grab your beach bag, which has everything you think you’ll need for the day in it. Abby sees the cooler behind the bench seat and puts the water in it. There’s already bottles there but more is better than less. You place your bag next to the cooler, and Abby’s blanket on top. 

You climb in and buckle up. When Abby gets in, she says “Let’s go.”

The warm wind blows your long hair as you go on the highway. “Where are we going?” You ask loudly over the noise of the road.

Mandi shows you an image on her phone, “Holiday Free Concert in the Park — Dozens of bands in the 2-day event”

You grab your phone and try to find it. “I don’t see it anywhere near the City.” You say.

Mandi laughs, “No its out at…” she scrolls on her phone. “Farmville, Farmington…it’s something like that.”

Hailey and Misty laugh. “It’s a good thing we know where we’re going. Relax, we’ll be there a little after things start.” 

You pull your hair into a ponytail with a scrunchy and lean your head back on the seat. The sun and wind feel great.

Soon Misty takes an exit leading to a small town. You see banners saying “Summer Weekend Concert ”. She parks the jeep and you all get out. Abby grabs the blanket and you take your bag. Misty and Hailey carry the cooler.

Its still early and the first band is onstage. It’s a classic rock band playing oldies to get the small crowd excited. Between the drums, electric guitars, and bass, the air just vibrates. You can’t believe how this feels in the morning air.

Abby finds a shady spot and lays out the blanket. You set everything down in the shade. It’s a little bit back away from the stage but you all agree that you’ll rotate who stays with the stuff and who goes up to the stage to have fun. It also will allow whoever needs, can come back and relax in the shade.

You don’t recognize the band but they are doing a great job of playing cover songs. You move closer to the stage and dance with the rest of the crowd. Songs change from hard rocking to power ballads. You move and dance along with the music. You feel energized and alive.

The lead guitarist is a good-looking woman, but the bass player really catches your eye. Black leather pants, tight t-shirt and muscular arms that make powerful notes thunder from his bass. As you dance, bodies move against yours. The mid-morning air, the music, and the warmth of the other dancers just feel so good. Your skin is electric and your nerves are buzzing.

The singer tells the crowd that they only have a couple more songs, and then the next band will take the stage. You don’t know what’s next because you haven’t seen a schedule. The next song is a slow power ballad. You really wish you had a date to dance with. You know you came for the music, but listening to this song, you just want to hold a guy close. Instead of grabbing some random guy, you decide to take a break, have some water, and cool down in the shade.

Abby asks where you are going, as she slow-dances with Hailey. You tell them that you are getting some water and taking a break.

Misty is sitting in the shade, guarding the cooler. “Want to relax?” she asks you as you pull out a cold, water bottle. You nod as you take a sip. The water feels so good going down. You didn’t realize how warm you got out there.

Sitting on the blanket, you stretch out your legs. Misty stands up “Will you watch things for a bit?”

“Of course. Go and have fun.” You tell her.

You notice that your skin is starting to burn a bit, so you pull some lotion from your bag and rub it on your legs and arms.

A couple of guys walk near, carrying a blanket and tote bag. One of them looks to you. “Do you mind if we set up here?”

You shake your head. “Go ahead, there’s plenty of room.”

One of them is wearing ‘board shorts’ and a loose shirt from one of the local colleges and his buddy is wearing a pair of cut-offs and a band T-shirt.

You notice the music stops. Glancing to the stage you see the classic rock band leaving. They are followed by a group wearing jeans, western shirts, and cowboy hats. They start playing some old school country music. Abby, and Hailey come back to the blanket. You think you see Misty and Mandi still dancing.

As your friends get some water, you toss Abby the tube of sunblock. “Hey Sis, you don’t want to burn.”

Your friends are wiping the sweat off of themselves with some of the baby wipes you packed. “It’s getting warm out there.” Hailey comments.

You notice that the guys near you are checking you and your friends out.

As Abby applies lotion to her skin, the guy in board shorts, pulls lotion bottle from their bag. He slowly rubs it into his deeply tanned skin. He tosses the bottle to his buddy. You hear the wet ‘fffftt’ sound as he tries to get lotion from the now empty bottle.

You giggle at the noise, and he says “It’s from the bottle, not me.”

You smile at him. “Do you need some?”

“If you can spare it.” He responds. You nod at Abby to toss them the tube of lotion when she is done.

You notice his tattoos as he rubs the sunscreen on his skin. The tattoos are a variety of animals, symbols, and colors.

As he turns you notice his t-shirt says “SKRILLEX”. He comes closer and hands you the tube of sunscreen. “Thanks.” He says as he smiles at you.

Hailey and Abby point out food trucks have pulled into the parking lot. “I’m going to see what they have.” Hailey says.

Abby says “Mmmm I’m a little hungry.” She turns to you. “Do you want anything?”

You shake your head, “Not yet. Why don’t you check them out. I’ll get something in a bit.”

They leave once again so it is just you on the blanket.

“Thanks for the sunscreen. By the way, my name’s Scott.” says the guy in the Skrillex tee. He notices the tattoos on your arms. “Cool ink.” he says. He then nods to the crowd, “My buddy Zack convinced me to come. I like live music, but I haven’t heard anything I really like yet.”

“What kind do you like?” You ask, genuinely curious.

He points to the band on his chest. “I really like EDM. I saw SKRILLEX when he was in town. How about you?” He asks as he moves a little closer, still lying on his blanket.

The country music band leaves the stage and a Jazz trio sets up. The Jazz drummer is playing a hard, fast, rhythm that you feel in the ground and the air vibrates with wailing sax.

Scott ignores the music and is focused on listening to you. “What music do you like?” he asks again. Looking deeply into your eyes. His brown eyes look so inviting as he listens to you.

“Subtronics is my fav.” You tell him.

“Maybe we’ll both luck out and someone will play some EDM.” He replies.

The two of you talk for a bit. He tells you about the various EDM acts he’s seen live. He shows you a couple of tattoos he added after the shows.

“I love that you put so many on with intention. What’s the story behind your favorite?” you ask.

Your friends come back with a variety of foods. Burritos, sandwiches, and chicken wings. “There’s lots to choose from at the food trucks.”

Scott stands up. “That smells good. Maybe I should get something. Can you watch our stuff?”

Abby agrees to it, as you stand up. “I’m hungry too.”

Both you and Scott head to the food trucks. He talks more about his tattoos. “Yeah, Everything I put on for reason.” He points to a tiger. “This was for my ex-girlfriend.” He then points to a stylized university mascot on the other arm.

You get to the food trucks. “What are you hungry for? I could really go for a spicy taco.” he comments.

“Mmmm, look at that hot thick sausage.” you respond while pointing to the picture of a sausage sandwich on the side of a truck.

Scott gets three freshly made soft tacos, with lots of cheese and lettuce. You go for the Italian on a bun.

“You really like a thick sausage.” Scott jokes. “By the way, you and your friends look like models.”

You give him a sly smile. “We make internet content. You might have seen us. What do you do?”

He uses the tip of his tongue to lick the cheese and lettuce from the top of the meat, between the soft tortilla folds, then swallows and says. “Post-grad work at College.”

You want to make a comment about his tongue use, but decide against it, for now. You instead slide the sausage into your mouth, then slide most of it out before you bite the tip off.

“Yes, you like thick sausages.” He mutters before he licks the meat suggestively from his first taco.

You get back to the blankets and take a sip of your water. “That’s what I forgot to get, something to drink.” Scott says.

You reach into the cooler and get him a water bottle. “All we have is water but you can have one.”

“Thanks.” He says as he opens and drinks from it.

The Jazz band leaves the stage and a guy with a guitar sits on a stool. Misty and Mandi come back. Zack is with them. He apparently knows a bit about Jazz and Mandi is listening.

Scott looks at them, “I swear I’ve seen them online.”

You comment. “Probably on TikTok, Instagram, or Facebook. We post all the time.”

As you finish eating your sausage, you notice that the crowd around the stage has changed. Where there had been dancers are now older people and kids. The singer is doing a mixture of old folk songs and kids tunes.

You and Scott finish eating and talk. He tells you why the tiger tattoo represents his ex-girlfriend. You tell him about your lotus flower on your shoulder.

A few minutes later, you both see large roller boxes on the stage behind the singer. As he finishes up, the boxes are unpacked and a couple of turntables are hooked up. A rack of large speakers flank the turntables.

“This looks promising.” Scott says.

The DJ starts a strangely familiar electronic tempo. A voice comes through the speakers. “The Grid… A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer….What did they look like? Ships? Motorcycles? Were the circuits like freeways? I kept dreaming of a world I thought I’d never see….. And then,… one day…I got in.” It’s the intro lines from “Tron: Legacy” done by Daft Punk. The crowd changes from older people and children back to younger adults. The DJ then transitions to a variety of songs by various groups. Swedish House Mafia, Hardwell, The Prodigy, and deadmau5. You feel the electronic bass thump against your skin and you pull off your t-shirt. You notice a few other women also only wearing bikini tops.

Scott moves and grooves next to you. He looks and feels good too.

The DJ transitions to a Skrillex song. Scott shouts for joy. You are both moving with each other. So hot. So electric. So good.

You both are sweating by the end of the last song. Scott and you head back to the shade for some more water.

“That was amazing.” You say.

“Yeah.” Scott says as he lies on the blanket. As the DJ packs up, a rock and roll band sets up. They take a few minutes to tune up then start playing some hard rock from the ‘70’s. They play well and sound really good. You lie on the blanket, close your eyes, and feel the music through the ground.

You feel Scott lying next to you. He moved his blanket right next to yours. “I really like you.” He says. “Do you want to find a quiet place to be alone?” 

You open your eyes and look around. Zack has already gone back near the stage, along with Abby, Mandi, and Hailey. Misty is relaxing on the blanket again. Scott gets up, holds out his hand for you. As you stand up he picks up his blanket. He asks “Can you watch our bag again?” Misty nods, and gives you a knowing wink. You smile, raise your eyebrows, and take Scott’s hand.

You find a spot where there seems to be plenty of cover. You still hear the rock and roll band playing hard rocking songs. This time it’s something from the ‘80’s. Scott lays the blanket out. He then kisses you. You feel his warm lips against yours. You taste a little of that spicy taco flavor still on him.

His hands caress your shoulders as you reach under his damp t-shirt and feel his firm muscles. He pulls off his t-shirt and you more clearly see his tattoos. You feel his fingers untying your bikini top and it falls down. He stops kissing and looks down. “I love that ink on your chest.” He then bends forward and softly licks the pattern between your breasts. The slow moving feeling of his wet tongue on your skin makes you tingle.

You reach down and feel the outline of his hardening shaft. His hands cup your breasts as he continues to lick around your nipples. The tree shaded air is cooler than you expected. Between his warm mouth and the cool air, your nipples harden. You unfasten his shorts and pull out his cock. It feels nice and thick, like the sausage you had for lunch.

As he licks and sucks your nipples, your pussy is getting so wet. “Let me lie down, so you can lick my pussy.” you tell him as you keep stroking his shaft.

You let go of him, and pull of your shorts and bikini bottom. “Mmmm so nicely trimmed.” he says when he sees your pretty pussy.

Lying on the blanket, you spread your legs and raise your knees. He gets down, puts your legs on his shoulders and grabs your hips. You feel the soft beard and mustache rub against your thighs as he kisses and lick his way to your damp pussy.

You feel the tip of his tongue slowly lick around and between your sensitive lips. The same movements you saw him doing to the taco, he does to you. Slowly he licks up, around, between, and in. It feels so good. 

He thrusts all the way into you, and his mustache rubs your clit. I very different sensation than what you expected. Back and forth he rubs it. You feel tingles build and move through you. “Oh God, that’s good.” you say louder than you expected. You place one hand over your mouth, and the other on his head.

You feel his mouth move up and cover your clit. He licks and sucks it. Pleasure rolls though you, as you feel vibrations of the music through the ground. “I…want.. you…in me..” you say as you cover your mouth. You bite your knuckle as you cum again.

He stops licking and sucking. Moving your legs, he crawls up your body. He kisses you again. This time you taste your pussy as you feel the tip of his cock rubbing between your ready lips.

As he slides into you, his chest rubs against yours. Both of you are already slick with sweat. It feels so good with him inside of you. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again. Your pussy pulses around his hard cock.

“You are really enjoying yourself.” He whispers in your ear. “Where should I finish?”

“I want to taste you.” you quietly respond.

He nods, pulls out, and rolls onto his back. You move over top of him, straddling his face. His cock is wet with your juices. Grabbing it, you lick around the tip and then take it into your mouth. He starts to moan but quickly you feel him moaning against your pussy. Removing it from your mouth, you stroke it and say “That’s it lick me again. Lick my pussy. Lick my ass.” You stroke and suck him as you feel his tongue move from your pussy to your ass and back.

The tip of his tongue slides into your tightest hole. You stroke him faster. “You’re good.” you say. You stroke him harder keeping your open mouth right above it, as you feel him spread your cheeks wider and thrust deeper. You cum once more at the same time he thrusts up against your hand. He shoots his hot spume into your open mouth. His briny flavor isn’t bad. Sort of what you expected. You suck and lick him clean as he licks you clean too.

You climb off of him and get dressed. “We should get back.” you say. 

He pulls on his clothes and nods. “Yeah, before Zack notices I’m gone or leaves without me.”

Picking up the blanket, you guys walk back to the concert. Misty sees you. “Is everything good?”

“Better than I expected.” you respond with a wink. 

Your sister and friends come back from the stage. “This is the last band for the day. I say we go. If you want, we can come back tomorrow.”

You look at Scott. “We’re heading out. I had fun. I hope to see you again.”

He takes his phone from his bag, “Can i get your number?” 

You grab yours “Here’s my ChatApp.” He copies the link and sends you a text. You kiss him and leave.

Mandi leans close to you as you are walking to the Jeep, “Did he recognize you from your Cam site?” 

You shake your head and smile. “I don’t think so. If he tells his buddies we hooked up, no one will believe him.” You laugh, and enjoy the ride home.

The Healer and the Scout - The Scout's Recovery - Part 2

You feel that strange double heartbeat in your chest, and that achy, strained muscle across your upper back. “Kerry’s near.” You think, then you move to the edge of the tent, to see him rubbing his chest and rotating his shoulder. “Mistress Healer, you mentioned exercises?”

You look to Diana, “I’m going to show him some recovery exercises, so we are going to my tent. If there are any emergencies, please get me immediately.”

She nods “Of course, Mistress Healer.”

You motion for the scout to follow you. Your robes flow around you as you walk. “Let’s do these exercises in a place where we won’t be disturbed.” Inside your tent, you move pillows and cushions on the floor so the area will be comfortable. “Tell me specifically what you are feeling.”

He nods and rotates his shoulders and winces a bit. “I know you healed the wounds, but my chest still feels tight. I tried to string my war bow but I just don’t have the strength.” As he moves his arms and shoulders, you feel the echo cramp within you.

“Yes, we need to do some stretching exercises. But let me examine your chest first.” You explain.

He pulls off his shirt and for the first time you can clearly see his bare chest. The soft, curly chest hairs, and the magically faded scars, one on each of his pecs. He looks so much like Tomas. Smooth skin over muscles that are used to hard work in rough conditions. You pause as he asks, “Why are we going to do exercises instead just using more magic?”

“Magic can knit and repair items, but once they are fixed, exercises and stretches help to ensure the body is working as it should.” you say in an almost academic tone. You then look closer at the scars. As you touch one, there is an unexpected sensation. You shutter as you feel ghostly fingers touching your own chest. The double heartbeat echoes in you, and your breathing catches. Your and his nipples both harden. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the touch or the spell trying to synchronize your bodies.

You caress along the scar and then around his nipple. The mirror sensation on your own skin makes you tingle. You try to focus on the scar, but the touching feels so erotic. He’s getting hard. You don’t need to look down to know, you feel a similar arousal in your clit. Your pulses match, your breathing is in rhythm. Both of your bodies feel electric.

He licks his lips. “Your touch is magical Margaret.” He says softly.

Part of you wants to break contact. Sever the connection and focus on teaching him exercises, but there is an empty longing. He is so much like Tomas, and you so badly want sex right now. You’ve never felt desire, lust, and longing mix together like this. You lick your lips too and think, “My training be damned. I want you.” 

His voice echoes in your head. “I want you too.”

Your crotch is damp and ready. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him to his knees. You feel the soft meditation cushions as he kneels on them. You continue standing and open your robe. “Softly kiss my thighs.” You quietly command.

His strong hands and calloused fingers grip your legs. His warm breath caresses your skin before he softly kisses just above your right knee. His lips are surprisingly smooth. Each kiss is delicate, the way you want it. Thumb-length by thumb-length he moves up the inside of your right thigh. A shiver moves up your spine with each kiss. As he gets closer to your crotch, your pussy feels so damp. You want him inside of you so badly now.

Looking down, he smiles up at you as he feels your lust. He winks and you immediately know he is going to kiss your left knee instead of your pussy. His kisses on the inside of your left thigh are maddeningly delightful. Soft and delicate like a butterfly landing on your skin. As he gets closer, your crotch is so hot with desire and you feel how hard he is. Your clit throbs with a longing ache.

You feel a cooling breath as he playfully blows across your pussy lips. You can’t take the anticipation anymore. You grab his head, pulling his hair and command, “Suck my clit.” A lust more powerful than you’ve ever felt grips you as you press his mouth on you.

You feel the wet, warmth of his mouth as he sucks you. There is a strange echo feeling in your mouth as you feel like you are sucking too. You can’t tell if it’s a ghost clit or the tip of a ghost cock. You lick and suck as you are licked and sucked. You both moan in pleasure. He grips your thighs tighter as you press his face harder against your crotch.

Waves of orgasm move through both of you. Your clit and pussy pulse against his mouth as his cock spurts in his pants. As his semen shoots, you feel your own release. Orgasm after orgasm jolts though both of your bodies. He grips you so tightly as you grip him.

You want more of this, but your Training kicks in. The memory of your mentor telling you “Pleasure to counter pain is not for sexual purposes. Do not have sex with patients.” Her voice echoes loudly in your head and counters your desire and reminds you of your duty. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Heal him first, then later he can be a lover.” you remind yourself.

You break contact, pushing him back. You are both covered in sweat as your hearts move out of sync. Your breathing is ragged as it no longer aligns with his. You stagger back and sit down on a meditation cushion. Your robe is still open as your pussy drips with pleasure. You close your eyes and concentrate. “I am me. My body is mine. His body is his. We are separate.” The echoes aren’t fading as quickly as usual. So you look at Kerry, sitting on pillows, and tell him. “I want you to focus on your breathing. Empty your mind. Remind yourself that you are in your body.” You watch as he closes his eyes, steadies his breathing, and you feel the echoes fade.

You both continue this for a minute and then you have him stand up. You adjust your robe closed and have him put on his shirt. “Ok. Let’s start with some stretching exercises.” You run him through a series of stretches and rotational exercises from his neck to his ankles. Once he is warmed up, even though you realize that sexually, you already warmed him up, you then concentrate on arm, chest, and back exercises. “We need to strengthen and support the muscles we repaired.”

“So every day do as many of these as I can?” He asks eagerly.

“No, Kerry,” you reach to touch him but stop. You don’t want to accidentally trigger the Merge again. “You need to slowly and deliberately work the muscles. Today you’ve done enough, but tomorrow, when you wake up, I want you to do the ‘warm up stretches’, then do 3 short sets of the exercises. If you ride your horse for exercise, then do that afterwards.” An image of his firm, muscular ass, moving back and forth in the saddle, creeps into your mind. There’s a tingle between your legs as if you are riding the saddle, or more distractedly, riding him. You close you eyes for a second, let out a centering breath, and think “Focus on healing him. He is your patient.”

“Yes, I ride my horse every morning. It helps her stretch her legs and allows her to work more quietly when we are on a mission.” He says with a knowing grin.

You need something else to help him. You make sure that you look like your professional self again, then say, “Follow me.” You lead him to the Armourer’s tent. You speak to the Armourer for a moment, and then turn to the Scout, “Kerry, as part of your recovery, you need to help operate the bellows, and carry metal.” You turn back to the Armourer, “He is recovering from chest wounds. I want him to increase his strength, like you teach your apprentices.”

He nods. “Of course Mistress Healer. Build up his strength. How long will he be helping?”

“Let’s try a week at first. I will evaluate him and if he needs more, then we’ll go on a week to week basis.” You explain. “Kerry, remember, you are still recovering. If you need me to explain this to your leaders I will.”

He grins at you. “That shouldn’t be necessary Mistress Healer, but if something changes, I’ll tell you.”

You thank the Armourer for his time and Kerry understands what time to report tomorrow. Then you both leave. “I need to check on the Recovery tent again.” You explain. You want to touch him, to kiss him, or maybe just hold his hand. But you don’t want to activate the spell again. “Do what I told you. If anything feels wrong or out of the ordinary tell me. Hopefully in a couple of weeks, you’ll be fully recovered. Or at least at a point where improvement is all on you.”

He nods knowingly, and you feel a rushing of lust and desire. Then he looks around, hugs you tightly, and kisses you passionately. The spell flares into life again as your bodies try to synchronize once more. The kiss feels good, your arms around him, or is it his arms around you, feel so good. The strength of the embrace and the warmth of the body being embraced all mix together. Then you mentally shout “STOP”, as you break his hug and push him back.

“Margaret, I thought you’d like that.” He says with a sly grin.

You center yourself again, then with a reactive anger that he feels too, you say. “We can’t be like other couples. One, you are my patient. Two, this spell mixes our feelings together in ways we aren’t prepared for.” You curse under your breath for a moment. “Yes, I feel your lust. I want it too.” You step very close to him and pour every ounce of frustration into him. “But right now, we can’t do this. When you are no longer my patient, maybe we can be together. But we need to also see if this is what we want, or if it is just the spell trying to keep us together.”

He looks pained as he feels your emotions and understands clearly what you are saying. “This might all be just the spell? The most amazing sex I’ve ever had might just be the magic?”

You slowly nod and step back. “I will do some research and consult people at the Collegium. Until then we need to be careful. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Margaret, I mean Mistress Healer. I will do as you say.” He then turns and heads for the scout building to report to his leaders.

You head for the Recovery tent. “I’d better add what we learned to the Chronicles. This spell carries far more consequences than I thought.”