It takes hours to get a story just right, and yet it can't please everyone. However, I am certain that some of you will get turned on. I just hope you will share your experience with me, and make suggestions for future stories.
Scott and Amy Clark were about to have sex for the first time in a week. Scott had been away on business. A week is a long time for a healthy couple in their mid-forties, who enjoy a vigorous sex life, to be apart. They both were looking forward to it.
The Clarks were new empty nesters. Their twin girls were at college two states away, and Scott and Amy were enjoying their freedom as much as the girls were. Scott was a regional manager for an electronic devices company, and did well at his job. Amy recently began studying for her Physical Therapy Board exams, which was the career she chose before she had a family. They had decided Amy would stay at home and raise the kids, while Scott concentrated on his career. Now, still young, they were beginning a new life.
Golf and tennis kept both of them trim and fit. They were well liked by all who knew them, and active in civic and charitable affairs. They were in love with each other, and thoroughly respectable but, privately they liked to experiment and raise hell in the bedroom. Amy did not consider herself a beauty, "wholesome" was the word people used most often to describe her, and she hated it. She equated the word to "uninteresting." However, she was fundamentally quite attractive, which she tended to downplay, and when she doodled up, it always took Scott's breath away. Since there were few social occasions for her to play the "girlie girl" role, she did it for Scott at home in the bedroom. Since the girls were out of the house, their parties spread to the living room, the kitchen and once to the dining room table, where Scott dined on her pussy.
Tonight was just such a night. Amy, was brown-eyed, about 5' 7" and 130 lbs. She had dark brown hair, which leaned to red, and wore a pair of beige suspender pantyhose and simple, black high heel pumps. Her ivory penoir was tied with a satin ribbon underneath her ample breasts, and she wore her hair up, and considerably more makeup than she ordinarily did. She was a knockout, which few people appreciated. Amy did not need to guide Scott's erection into her, it was so stiff and at the perfect angle, he deftly slid it in to her without help or additional lubrication from either one of them. She caught her breath. With each out-stroke he slowly and entirely withdrew his cock, and with each in-stroke he penetrated dead center into her vagina. It was all very deliberate. They wanted this one to last for a long time. "I think you missed me," she said. Before he could answer, the doorbell rang.
It felt like a cooler of ice water had been dumped on them. "O, God," Amy moaned. Scott let loose a string of swear words and quickened his pace. Amy struggled to get out from under him. Scott wanted to finish, but the doorbell rang again, and he knew it was not going to happen. With his sturdy erection concealed beneath a robe, Scott went downstairs to see who the hell was at the door at this time of night.
"Who is it?" Scott demanded.
"It's Lee. Open up Scott." Lee Reeves was Scott's oldest and best friend. He stood there making apologies, with a suitcase in his hand, babbling that his wife Sandra had thrown him out of the house and that he needed a place to stay. As Lee calmed down, he began to explain the situation at the kitchen table. Amy came downstairs with a worried look on her face.
"What's the matter?" she asked. It was around midnight, and it was obvious to Lee that it was not their sleep that he had interrupted. They appeared wide-awake and Amy's perfume filled the kitchen. He would recall later that Amy was wearing stockings and an uncharacteristic amount of makeup. Not exactly something a woman puts on when the doorbell rings at midnight, he would think to himself at another time. Over coffee, Lee explained that he and Sandra had problems right from the day they were married. Scott and Amy had been concerned that were mismatched from the start.
Physically, Lee and Sandra were both very attractive. Lee, well over six feet tall, slim and muscular, with dark unruly hair that gave him a perpetually boyish look, was nevertheless, quiet, introverted, intellectual, and terribly bright. His engineering firm was doing well until six months ago when he bungled a couple of major contracts that threatened to shut him down. Sandra was a beauty and a princess. She spent their money as fast as Lee could earn it. She was demanding, self-centered and withholding. They had not had sex together for almost a year. With Lee working sixteen hours a day to save his business, as well as his marriage, he was exhausted and exasperated, and said a few things that he regretted. His wife's feelings were hurt. The sudden assertiveness of this gentle giant, and the realization that the gravy boat was leaving, was the last straw for Sandra. She told him she wanted a divorce and to get out. He left. The marriage was over.
They talked for a couple of hours, then got Lee settled into the guest suite downstairs. In bed, but wide-awake, Scott and Amy talked over Lee's situation. It baffled them both how a prize like Lee could be tossed aside. Did Sandra know what she had? And no sex for year? It was inconceivable to them. Scott wasn't sure if that was true for Sandra, but he believed it to be true for Lee. Despite being popular with the girls in school, Lee was modest. The tittering behind his back about his rumored nickname, "Hung Lee," embarrassed him. Amy asked if that meant what she thought it did. Scott told Amy it was true, that Lee had the biggest cock he had ever seen. "How come you know so much about cocks?" she said accusingly, a question that required Scott to provide more details to back up his assertion.
"Well, we grew up together. When we were fourteen and fifteen we read Playboy and Penthouse, and jerked off with the other guys. Lee always had the biggest cock by far. He was like a man when we were still boys, and he came like a whale."
"You're not small," Amy said.
"I know. But, if I had a cock like Lee's I would be in porn."
"That's because Lee is a gentleman and you're an animal," Amy said as she turned to Scott and snuggled into his arms. His cock sprung to attention at the touch of her. Under the blanket, she gave him a tender blowjob. She missed its fleshy taste, then tossed the covers off, straddled him, positioned his wet cock, and slide onto the shaft. All this talk about big cocks excited them. They took their time. Amy did most of the work, cork screwing in one direction and then the other. As the pace quickened, she leaned down and kissed Scott deeply. Now with her ass high in the air, Scott took the initiative and pumped furiously. While they tongued each other, Amy began to cum. Her contractions triggered Scott and he emptied himself into her. They continued to kiss long afterward, while Amy drained.
