It was late one autumn afternoon, and Kate and I were in bed after a long and passionate lovemaking session. She was curled up in my arms, the sunlight slanting across the bed. We were both exhausted, and I was laying on a huge wet spot. Kate was telling me about her weekend.
She had lunch with her friend Astrid, whose husband worked with Kate's at the hospital. Their husbands were both surgeons. Anyway, they had talked about their respective marriages, and the subject of our relationship had come up. Kate's husband wasn't happy that she was seeing me, but Astrid thought that her husband would actually be in favor of the idea. Apparently, he was an older man who wasn't satisfying her sexually any longer, so she saw other men with his permission. That arrangement was obviously a little different from Kate's situation. Kate and her husband not only didn't talk about me, they were talking about separating.
I'm not sure how close their husbands were. Kate said they worked together and traveled to medical conferences together, but they weren't great pals or anything. Their wives, however, were very close girlfriends. They talked on the phone, had ladies days out like spa dates and whatnot. Astrid, thought Kate, would really like to meet me.
"We talked all about you," smiled Kate. "I told her about our relationship, and she's very interested."
"Interested in a relationship?"
"Well, you'll have to meet her. I think you'll really like her! Astrid is from Germany, and let's just say that her tastes are different from mine." Kate stroked my chest and gave me a playful kiss.
"But she's wonderful. Astrid is about my age," she added, which would make her in her mid-to-late forties.
"Well... okay. What's she looking for, exactly?" It all sounded interesting to me. I mean, if she was friends with Kate then we probably would get along. But Kate gave me a couple hundred dollars when we got together. In fact, that morning she had given me an envelope with five hundred in it. I kind of liked the idea of being a boy toy for the rich ladies of the western suburbs!
"You'll see. Astrid is one of my very best friends, and I'm sure you'll like her very much!" smiled Kate.
I wasn't sure exactly how this was going to go, but I'm always up for an adventure and said that I looked forward to Astrid's call.
After several days, Astrid called very late on a Sunday night. In fact, I was asleep when the phone rang. Astrid asked me if I knew where the Uptown Starbucks was, and we arranged to meet there the next afternoon.
At the coffee shop the next day, I bought a hot tea and sat down by the fireplace. There weren't many people in the shop, and I checked my phone to see if Astrid had sent me a text.
"Good afternoon," said a voice near my shoulder. "You must be Dakota?"
I stood and smiled at her. "Yes." Astrid pursed her lips and raised her face to mine, and I kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm pleased to meet you," she purred, appraising me now that we were close. "Well, you are a specimen, aren't you?" She squeezed my bicep with her hand; long well-manicured nails, an enormous diamond ring glinting on one finger. "All these muscles is how I recognized you!"
Astrid was quite a specimen herself! Her hair was cut very short and dyed a platinum blonde. Her smile was dazzling and very white, and her stunning light blue eyes had delicate wrinkles when she smiled. Astrids lips were deep red and wet. She was wearing a gray leather skirt, knee-length with high-heeled leather boots underneath. Her jacket was a darker gray, with a diamond stickpin on one lapel.
"Glad to meet you," I murmured, looking into those eyes. They were tastefully lined with mascara, and very friendly. Her accent was interesting.
Astrid sat opposite me, and we chatted about the weather, about me, and a little about herself. She was married, 51 years old, and her older husband knew about her meeting me. Astrid told me that she was born in Berlin, and came to the US to marry her husband almost thirty years ago. There was still a lot of German in her voice.
"My husband has difficulties in the bedroom, and so I am loving the idea of an afternoon of fun with you, Dakota." Of course, I got the idea. Astrid was very straightforward, and knew exactly what she wanted.
"And tell me," said Astrid, cocking her head at me, "Kate says that you were in prison for many years?"
"Well, yes," I said. I explained my whole story to her, which she already seemed to know. Kate really gave her all of my personal details, it seemed!
"Was your first sexual experience in prison?" Astrid looked very intently at me with her pale blue eyes.
"It was, of course" I replied, sipping my tea.
"Did you enjoy it?" I nodded yes, and Astrid leaned forward. "Do you still like being fucked with a big cock?" Her face was close to mine. I felt her well-manicured hand rest on my knee.
"Of course I do. I'm bisexual." I hoped that this adventure wouldn't just consist of my telling her my sexual history. Astrid gave my knee an encouraging squeeze. It sounded like she wanted details.
"Do you still love pleasing a stiff penis? On your knees, sucking a man?"
"I do, yes." My cock was getting stiff, I had to admit. Did Astrid have someone for a threesome? This whole situation was getting more and more interesting by the minute!
"I love oral sex with a man, both giving and receiving. I also love anal sex, giving and receiving. I had sex with lots of men in prison."
"That's wonderful to hear! I'm loving you more every moment!" Astrid looked thoughtful for a moment, and gave my knee and affectionate squeeze. "May I sip your tea?"
"Yes," I replied, handing her my paper cup. She took a sip and stared at me with those gorgeous pale blue eyes.
"Very well, shall we?" She raised her eyebrows at me. She abruptly stood and draped her purse around her shoulder. A decision had been made.
"Of course!" I followed her out of the coffee shop. Astrid was tall and slim, and her legs were long and toned. She had a slim waist, and small bustline. She looked to be in terrific shape.
"I thought we would spend the afternoon at the Crosby Hotel, if that's agreeable to you." Astrid slipped on a pair of sunglasses as we left.
"All right," I smiled at her. "I've never been there." Astrid led me to a new silver BMW, and we climbed in. She was obviously very well off!
"Then this will be a first for us both! I hope you fit into my little car," she mused. She was still appraising me. "I very much love muscular and fit men!"
It was a beautiful day out, sunny and a bit cool. In just a few minutes we drove to the hotel and checked in. The room was very nice. A huge king-sized bed, and really luxurious furniture and a huge bathroom. Astrid obviously did things in style.
"First, go to the restroom and take off all your clothing," said Astrid, abruptly. "And this is for you, baby," she added, handing me an envelope.
I undressed in the bathroom, and washed up with one of those little soaps that hotels have. I opened the envelope. Inside were ten hundred dollar bills. Now I was really curious about this adventure!
I emerged from the bathroom, a little apprehensive. Were there going to be several men with Astrid, wearing masks? No, my imagination had gotten the best of me. I walked slowly toward Astrid, who was now sitting cross-legged in a chair in front of the king bed. She had removed her jacket and skirt, revealing a small black leather corset, black suspenders and stockings, and black stilettos. Her firm tits had pierced nipples, and she had a heart tattooed on one shoulder, and a belly piercing.
"Slowly, my darling," she purred, and waved a black leather riding crop vaguely in my direction. "You have a wonderful physique!"
"Thank you," I replied, standing finally in front of her. Astrid's eyes fastened on my stiffening cock, which was dangling between my muscular legs. She was still pointing the riding crop at me while she studied my penis.
"Long and thick," she murmured softly to herself. "You've had a man's cock in your ass lately, yes?" Astrid bit her lower lip and widened her eyes.
"Yes, I have... I love it!" I answered, my voice a bit deeper. "The thicker and longer, the better!"
"Wonderful! And you would like to have another cock in your ass now, yes?"
"Yes." My cock, now a hard ten inches, twitched towards Astrid as she touched it with the riding crop.
"I love your physique," she cooed, running her slim fingers over my chest, my arms, and my abs. She petted me for a few minutes, then sat back in the chair and crossed her legs again.
"Is the money enough?" She raised her eyebrows at me, and bit her lower lip.
"Very generous," I answered. My dick was throbbing.
Astrid thought for a few moments, apparently deciding what to do next. Then she got up, and sat down on the edge of the bed. With those stilettos, she was almost as tall as I was. "Lay down here, next to me," she ordered. I laid down on the linen bedcovers, which were cool linen and felt wonderful.
"You're magnificent," she smiled. "I'm going to enjoy this afternoon very much... I hope you do as well." Astrid touched a long fingernail to my lips, and then caressed my muscular arm.
