Adam's Journey

I turned the radio on low, to a soft jazz station that we both liked, then slid into the bed while Kristi went into the bathroom to clean up a little. I propped a couple of pillows up and leaned back to wait, but was getting pretty drowsy by the time she emerged several minutes later.

She had washed her face, taking off all the makeup, and standing there naked with her damp, tousled hair hanging around her face and clinging in places to her cheeks and forehead she just looked so damn sweet and sexy, and I told her so.

"Baby, you amaze me. You looked so smokin' hot and exotic, the way you had your makeup and dress and hair and all tonight, and then you take it all off and you still look so damn incredible. Just amazing!"

She laughed, her full deep laugh, and slid into bed and against my side, forming her long lean body to mine. "Oh Adam, you're so full of shit! My hair's a wreck from our little romp downstairs, I don't have a speck of makeup on - you probably just think any naked woman looks great."

"Well, yeah, that's pretty much true, but you're just so beautiful and so hot, and you've got that 'just fucked' glow going on. Nothing any sexier than that!"

I was very aware of her hard nipples against my side and stomach as she slid down to put her head on my shoulder, and of the wet, slick heat of her pussy against the outside of my thigh as she wrapped her legs around my right one and rubbed herself against me. She laid her right hand on my chest, teasing and pinching my nipples gently, then slid her hand down across my stomach and found me hard and swollen. I groaned as she gently slid her fingers over me, just barely touching.

She slid her hand under my scrotum and cupped my balls in her palm and fingers, using her thumb to stroke and press and squeeze each testicle, gently, then harder, touching, teasing, torturing. I let out an involuntary gasp.

She raised up and looked at me. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you, do you want me to stop?"

"God no!"

"Do you want that blowjob now? You look ready."

I did, desperately, but I knew that I would be almost unconscious afterward, and we needed to talk.

"I do, but can we talk a little first?"

She laughed again, and poked me in the ribs. "God Adam, what are you, a girl? I never heard of a guy passing up a blowjob to talk instead!"

I laughed at that, it did kind of go against the laws of nature. "Hey, give me a break! I'm not passing it up, I'm just delaying. It's like saving the dessert for last, you know? Besides, I could still talk while you sucked me, but you wouldn't be able to respond."

She laid her head back on my chest and slid her fingers across that sensitive spot just behind my balls to tickle my asshole, and in her low, sultry voice she said "No Adam, trust me. With the blowjob I'm planning to give you, you wouldn't be able to talk either."

I felt my cock spasm and my balls tighten, and a shiver ran through my body. "Jesus Kristi, you're killing me here! But we do need to talk."

"OK. About what? And can I keep playing while we talk?"

"I'm counting on it, and just about various stuff. Like for example, you told me all about Morgan cumming pretty much everywhere, except how he managed to cum all over my car. How did that happen?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. That was nothing, just him showing what a loser he is again. He kept begging me to go back to his hotel with him, but I wasn't too interested in letting him stick his cock in me so he could cum in 30 seconds, that's no fun, so I made a bet with him."

It hadn't looked like nothing to me, it had looked like about 6 ounces of cum spread all over my perfect interior. But like Kristi had said, better than having it spread all over her perfect interior. I was still marvelling that he had cum so much on his third go-round.

"What did you bet him?"

"I bet him me, my body, against his ability to keep from cumming while I drove and jerked him off. We were back on I-70, in the lower canyon, and I bet him that I could make him cum before we got to the 6th Avenue exit, which was maybe 3 miles away. So I'm doing about 75, stroking his cock, and he didn't make it even halfway, he just shot his load all over the place - as you saw - and then he starts cussing me out for being a cock-tease! Like it's my fault he's got a hair-trigger!"

She was laughing at the memory of his frustration, and for some strange reason I was laughing with her, at the image of her stroking another man's penis, of my fiancee' making him cum, after he had touched her, and cum in her hand, and in her mouth as she sucked his cock. They had been extremely intimate, just a couple hours before, and here I was laughing about it.

It felt weird, and wrong, but it was funny, the way she told the story. And besides, I had screwed the hell out of his wife, enjoyed her, and satisfied her like he never could. So fuck him, that loser, who cares if he cums every time my woman touches his cock, he never got to fuck her! I was obviously not OK with all this, but Morgan was a non-factor, a joke. It felt good to laugh with Kristi.

She was still trying to speak, but having trouble around her giggles."Oh man, it didn't help that while I was jerking him off I kept telling him how much I was looking forward to feeling his big hard cock in my wet pussy, and how much I wanted to feel him shoot his load deep inside of me, and feel his balls on my ass. That one did it, he lost it right about there."

And she was off again in a fit of laughter, as was I, realizing how she had sandbagged him. He didn't have a chance, and I realized she had not had any intention of letting him fuck her.

When we had both finally settled down and caught our breath we relaxed together again, and she continued to gently stroke my balls and my erection. I let out a soft, satisfied, "Mmmmm."

She had her head on my chest, her long, soft hair spread across my stomach, chest, and side, and one long tendril across my neck. She was gazing down, watching herself stroke my cock.

"You're really hard Adam, like stone, and huge. It really turns you on when you think about me being with other men and sucking their cocks, and them fucking me, doesn't it?"

It would be stupid to deny that, in this position. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Oh Kristi, I don't know! It makes me feel sick, like someone kicked me in the stomach, but it turns me on so much! There must be something wrong with me."

"I don't think so. I want you to watch me sometime, I want you to watch while I suck a big hard cock, and while he cums in my mouth. You watching would really turn me on, I'd probably cum just from knowing you were sitting and watching with your cock all huge and hard."

I groaned. "Oh god Kristi, I don't think I could stand that, I'd probably go crazy or something."

She continued to stroke my cock while we both thought about that image.

Finally she raised her head and looked at me. "I don't get it Adam, why do you work so hard to resist doing this when it's so obvious you love it?"

"I just don't know Kristi, it just seems so wrong somehow. If I love you and want to marry you, which I do, and you feel the same about me, then it just seems like we should be enough for each other."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

That surprised me, her asking that. "I do, I told you that, I told you I couldn't imagine my life without you in it."

"Well then don't you think we should do this, at least once, just to see if you can take it? I mean, I want so much to marry you too, but not if we can't be happy together, not if this is going to eat you up inside. Better to find out now."

It was hard to get angry with her, she was just using simple logic. Besides, she was still playing with my cock and aching balls, but I felt like she was missing my point.

"So what you're saying is that you don't intend to even try to give up other men? You don't think we should be enough for each other?"

"Oh Adam, grow up! Sex is just sex sometimes, it's just for fun, it doesn't mean I don't love you, because I do, with all my heart! Maybe if you'd unpucker a little bit you would find out there is a whole world of good times waiting out there, and we could still have our life together. I want that too, you know."

I thought about that a little bit. Her activities, and her telling me about them did seem to always give me an enormous hard-on, so my body and some part of my mind was happy to go along with this. And, too, I had really enjoyed my time with Rain. That had been incredibly exciting, and for me a real walk on the wild side.

As if reading my mind, she said "You seemed to really enjoy your little adventure tonight. Didn't you enjoy being with someone different?"

"Yes, I have to admit that I did."

"See? We could both play a little, not often, but it would add a whole other dimension to our lives, help keep it exciting, you know?"

Our conversation had gotten me thinking about Rain again, and her husband.

"But for all you claim to enjoy this, you didn't seem to have much fun with Morgan."

"Oh, I had some fun with him, but it was all at his expense. He's not the kind of guy I would usually go for, he's so arrogant and self-centered, but he was there and I was feeling a little wicked tonight."

"You were pretty tough on him, you beat him down pretty good. Didn't you think that was kind of cruel?"

"A little, maybe, but he deserved it. Don't you think it's cruel to his wife to always leave her unsatisfied while he gets his rocks off?"

Kristi was right, Rain had said as much herself when she had told me how frustrated and unhappy she was at times with Morgan. And yet she loved him. "I suppose you're right. Do you think she will be OK?"

"After what you did to her she'll be lucky if she can even walk straight in the morning. But she'll be happy for the first time in a long time. Shoving this big hose way up inside that tiny little girl, you should be ashamed!" She squeezed my cock, and flopped it back and forth.

I had to laugh at that. "C'mon, you know that's not what I mean. I mean do you think they will be OK. Will he follow through on his promise to try harder and to do better by her? I sure hope so, she's so sweet and for some reason seems to love him."

"He won't, Adam. I don't think that leopard can change it's spots. He's a selfish, uninvolved clod, and he doesn't really care about her. You sure seem to though. Do you love her?"

That caught me completely off-guard, especially the fear and hurt in her voice when she asked.

"Oh come on hon', I barely know her! I like her, she's sweet, but no, I don't love her."

"You like her a lot though, don't you?"

I felt I had to be honest with her, but was definitely concerned about hurting her. "I do like her, I said that, but mostly I'm just worried about her. Morgan obviously knows I fucked her. Kristi, I came inside her and she left everything just leaking out just to be sure he would find out. I just don't want her to get hurt, or to stay with that miserable bastard if she's so unhappy."

She looked at me for a minute, not speaking at all while she turned that over in her mind. I could almost see the wheels turning. Then she laid her head back down on my chest and resumed watching her hand slowly stroking my cock as she spoke very softly.

"You see, that's the thing Adam. That's why this is so wrong for you but OK for me, like I said earlier. I don't care about the guys I pick up, they're just for a good time. I mean sure, I want to meet nice guys, good looking and sexy, and I want them to be good guys, but I only want them for the sex, for their cocks, and they know that up front. I just want to get fucked, or feel and taste them cumming in my mouth. Then life goes on."

She paused, and I was very aware of the feel and scent of her soft hair on my face, neck and chest as I slowly stroked her back. I was also aware that she was getting me very close to orgasm, and any more talk of guys cumming in her mouth might do it.

She went on. "You can't do that though. You're just wired differently. You care about women, you have some crazy chivalry, Sir Galahad gene or something, and if you get close to a woman you always seem to want to rescue her and protect her and love her. I don't want to lose you Adam, but if you start playing like I do, you'll find someone else to love."

I was speechless. I didn't ever think of myself that way, and I don't think I'm a sucker for every sweet little innocent thing that comes along. And how could she think I'd find someone else to love? It had taken me 30 years to find her, and I'd never loved anyone the way I do her.

I think, despite my marriage to Lisa, that there was probably only one other woman I'd truly loved, and that was Izzy, but that was a different kind of love. And I loved Izzy still, but like I said, that's different. And of course Kristi was unaware of Izzy. My guilty secret.

Finally I blurted "But I love you! I'm not looking for anyone else!"

"But that's why women like Rain scare me so much Adam, don't you see? She's beautiful and sexy and sweet, but mostly she's vulnerable and hurting, and you can't resist trying to be her hero. If you would find someone to fool around with that just wanted you for sex, just for a chance to ride your big old cock and have a good time, that would be different. Why can't you find a woman like that, and I'll find a guy occasionally, and we can play and have fun?"

I thought about that and began to understand her feelings better. Then I thought about Sue and Rick, and what they were looking for to spice up their lives and their marriage. I guess maybe we're all looking for something.

I told Kristi then about Sue, and what had happened with her, and about her husband's wild fantasies. We talked about them late into the night as Kristi continued to masturbate my cock, keeping me close to the edge but not letting me cum. She could always sense when I was close, and would back off, just a little, to torture me. My cock was throbbingly hard, and my balls ached clear up into my stomach, but I could tell she was not going to let me cum until she heard all about Rick's sick fantasies, and until I told her every single word Sue had said.

So I told her. I repeated as much as I could remember, and as much as Sue had told me about Rick's fantasy. When I explained how he had always envisioned her picking up some stranger in a bar or something, and she had not been able or willing to take that step, Kristi made the leap instantly.

"So she chose you instead then, somebody she knew a little bit and felt safer with."

"Apparently. But what a crazy thing, right?"

"Well, I think it's kind of sweet that she would put herself out there just to satisfy her husband's fantasy."

"I'm not sure sweet is the right word. Weird, maybe, or bizarre. I just can't imagine any guy asking his wife to fuck other guys while he watches them. Won't that totally screw up their marriage?"

She thought about that for several seconds. "Not if they love each other. They have what, just the two little girls? So they've probably been married for seven or eight years, they're getting a little bored with the routine and want to spice things up - why not, if they both are on board for it?"

I hadn't told her the strangest part yet.

"OK, even weirder then, wait 'til you hear this. Sue seems to want to add some humiliation to the theme. She talks about making him get her ready for her lover, or calling him little Ricky and telling him how small his cock is."

"Is it?"

"How the hell would I know? She says he's average, but that he always makes comments about how tiny he is, and about how much she would enjoy somebody larger."

"Then that's part of his fantasy Adam. She's willing to do it his way, and his way is to have some stud fuck his wife while she tells him how much better it is, or how inadequate he is, and makes fun of his tiny package. And he willl be there to see how much better she cums with her stud, her bull. What fun!"

"Fun? I think it's just plain nuts!"

She raised up and looked me in the eye again, as her hand sped up it's action on my cock, jacking me hard and fast. Apparently this conversation had turned her on, and I was the beneficiary. Thank god, because by now I was praying for relief.

"I think you should do it Adam! Go fuck her and make her husband watch as you shove your big cock way up in her wet pussy!"

I could only groan, all this sex talk combined with her stroking was about to make me pop. "Ohh Kristi, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Good. But promise you'll do it, go ahead and fuck Sue! Make him lick her to get her all wet, then she can make him look at your cock compared to his, and she can tell him how small he is before you fuck her. I can see it now, you can make her cum real hard and she can tell him how you're reaching places inside of her that he's never touched, and how good it feels."

Kristi shivered in arousal. I hoped that Sue would enjoy the experience half as much as Kristi seemed to be, if it ever actually happened. With Kristi's urging, and her obvious excitement, I was starting to get into the idea a little more.

Imagine me, fucking my busty little neighbor while her husband watched my balls bounce against his wife's ass and sat there with his own hard little cock sticking up in the air. Staring at us, unable to look away as I pumped his innocent little wife full of cum. OK, that did it!

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Kristi dived down, taking the head of my cock into her mouth just in time for me to explode into her, pumping blast after blast of semen into her warm wet mouth. I could feel her lips and tongue working on me, and coupled with her hour of torturing me and holding me at bay it made my orgasm painfully intense, mind-blowing.

I grabbed her head and thrust myself into her mouth as far as I could, out of control. She rode me like a trooper, taking all I had while a small gush of white cum escaped her lips and ran down the length of my shaft, and I could hear her moan and feel her shudder as my spurts slowly tapered off.

She lifted off of me and turned, staring into my eyes, her own eyes dark and heavy-lidded with lust and desire. I watched her swallow my load, then her swollen, cum-slick lips were on mine, her cum covered tongue in my mouth, and she straddled me and guided my cock into her hot pussy.

She came instantly, crying out with the force of her orgasm as I cried out from the intense sensation of her pussy grasping onto my ultra-sensitive cock, and then our lips were together again, crushing and tasting.

It lasted maybe 20 seconds or so, but seemed both an eternity and an instant, all at once. When it ended we collapsed, her on top of me, but before I passed out from exhaustion I remember her telling me how much she loved me.

I woke up a couple of hours later and laid there in the dark for a few minutes listening to Kristi's soft breathing. Cool, I pulled the sheet over us as I moved over against her and into the usual spoon position. I enjoyed her warmth and the feel of her smooth and supple skin against me as I pressed my stomach to her back and tucked my knees in behind hers, her firm ass tight against my groin.

She sleepily moved back against me with a satisfied sigh and I put an arm over her, running my hand up her stomach and gently cupping her small, firm breast. She put her hand over mine, and with a small moan pressed my hand to her breast more firmly.

Her hair felt soft and sensuous on my face, and I felt her nipple harden as my cock did the same. I toyed with the idea of trying to slip inside of her while she slept, I knew she would be wet and ready and would wake aroused and willing to go again, but before I could translate thought into action I felt myself drifting back into a deep, satisfied sleep.

When I woke again, probably 2 hours later, she was gone. I looked to see if the bathroom light was on, but it was not, and when I called out for her I got no answer. I got up and wandered the house naked, looking for her. It quickly became apparent that she had left, quietly and without waking me. Both of my cars were still there, so I knew she had walked, but her dress was still laying where I had tossed it. That puzzled me for a moment, until I remembered that she had the better part of a closet and a dresser full of clothes upstairs.