April in the Rocies

If you haven't read "A Visit In April" you need to. This is part two, and it won't make much sense without having read that. Naturally this is fantasy, no STDs, road head never caused an accident, wife sharing can't possibly go wrong, and preambles full of disclaimers are incredibly sexy.

I had been home for a little over two weeks after my visit to Ed and April. Mostly to April. I had spent a lot of time remembering the trip very fondly, and wondering whether there was anywhere to go from here. Then I got a text one morning.

"Hey buddy, just had to let you know, you're one hell of a photographer. Thanks."

"No my friend, thank YOU."

"We're cool, just to be clear. More than cool. Hard to express."

"Yes it is, but I understand."

"Thanks. I think you're going to hear from April soon."

"Looking forward to it man -- we're good? You're one of my oldest friends"

"We're good. Absolutely. I knew I could trust you."

"Let's make sure we get together real soon and have a drink."

"That's a great idea!"

Boy, did that put my mind at ease. My trust in April was validated. I was pretty darned certain she'd been straight with me, but hearing from Ed was the gold standard. I had found a new rye whiskey, and called him the next day to tell him about it. We reinforced our plan to get together soon. It was great that we were still friends outside of sharing April with me.

That afternoon, I heard from April.

"Hey lover, have you been thinking of your mistress?"

"Every day! It was really good to hear from Ed."

"Scott, he's been so happy. This really means a lot to him, knowing I got some needs met and we're all cool. We're so fortunate, we're so grateful. He wants me to be happy and fulfilled, and he's so glad to know that you didn't twist this into something neither of us want."

"Believe me, I loved playing my part. And Ed is my friend, always has been always will be."

"Did you love playing your part? I'm sooo glad to hear that lover. I hope you've been so horny you've had to pound some poor little thing into submission."

"It took me a bit to get back into the swing of things. You wore me out, and you're a hell of a tough act to follow!"

"You're so sweet. So you have? Got pictures?"

"Once, but I didn't get pictures."

"Awww. Pictures of us are for Ed, but other pictures could be just for me."

"Sounds nice. I'll see what I can do."

"Tell you what, the pictures you send me will earn you pictures. Seems only fair. What am I Scott?"

"You're my married little mistress."

"Mmmm, yes I am. Now go get some pussy stud, I want pictures!"

Well, the pressure was on. She clearly wanted to be the mistress of a guy who was already getting plenty of pussy. I knew a few women who occasionally used me for a booty call. I decided to see if that was a two-way street. The first woman I checked with was out of town. But Mary was ready to go. So there I was, two days after hearing from Ed and April, ringing Mary's doorbell. I had a big bunch of flowers in my hand. We'd never taken pictures before, and I figured this might make her more amenable.

Turns out I shouldn't have worried. Mary loved having her picture taken. She made me promise they wouldn't end up on the internet, and that was it. She even suggested a few poses! One of the best was the classic blowjob pic. She'd spent more time on makeup than you'd expect, given that we had no plans to leave the house. The smokey eyes and perfect lipstick really too that shot to the next level. Extra touches like that say "I really want this to be extra special for you" at least in my mind. Her favorite photo was the one with her laying on her back, legs spread and my cock insider her, with the flowers I'd bought spread across her abdomen. One was laid right between her breasts. It was a great photo.

Mary thanked me for a wonderful evening, kissed me goodbye and said "Don't be a stranger!"

I wanted to send the pics the moment I got in the car, but that seemed a bit crass. So I sent the two pictures when I stopped for gas. Halfway home my phone dinged. I drove a bit faster.

"Wow, she's hot! Great photos too! Here, you've earned this!"

The photo came through. It was April, in her bed, clearly nude, with a rumpled sheet barely covering her breasts and pussy. It must have been taken earlier in the day, judging by the light. And I don't think it got taken with a timer. It was an incredibly erotic tease.

"Very beautiful. Don't you think I deserve to see a little more?"

"Naughty boy. Do you want to see more of your mistress? So soon after you were with her?"

"She's not you April."

Kiss emoji. I sent one back.

This went on for a couple of months. If my lovers didn't agree to photos, I'd send descriptions. The replies always came back with sexy, sometimes very explicit photos of April. Some were selfies, but almost as many were clearly taken by Ed. I appreciated those even more in a way.

One day April sent "It's been too long. Are you going to be up here any time soon?"

"I don't have any work trips planned. I could just take a few days or a weekend."

"I need to feel you on top of me again. In me. I'm your little married mistress, and it's been to long since I acted like it."

"Aww, does my hot little mistress need my cock?"

"Fuck yes I do."

"Well, can you fly on down here?"

"Hold on, let me check with Ed." A few minutes passed. I knew how happy Ed was with our little arrangement, but I still wondered what that conversation would be like. I could imagine being married, but could I ever let my wife fly away to fuck another guy? Hey, life has weird twists and turns.

"He said yes! How's next weekend?"

"Next weekend, I dunno, I've got a lot of hot pussy lined up for next weekend. There's this Hooters girl who wants to introduce me to her twin sister, I've hired a maid to clean my place and she's allergic to clothes, and I have a massage appointment."

"Next weekend!"

"Sorry. I want to make you wait."

"Ooooh, you're so bad!"

"Aren't you my GOOD little mistress?"

"I guess, but I want your dick!"

"Be a good little married mistress and you'll get it."

"Ohkay..." pouty face.

I checked my calendar, then gave her some dates about four weeks out.

"What? I have to wait that long!? Bastard!"

"Trust me."

"Okay mister meanie. I thought you were supposed to treat mistresses better than this."

"MistressES?"

"Stop it mister. I'm waiting like you asked, don't push it." Kiss emoji.

Kiss emoji.

"I'm counting down the days!"

"It's going to be wonderful."

Yes, it was. My weekend plans had been total bullshit of course, but I had a massage mostly because I'd given myself the idea. Just a massage. But I gave some strong hints otherwise in the pic I sent to April.

And that was just the beginning. In my own odd way -- but what about this wasn't odd? -- I was courting her, teasing her, and I was relentless. I put a bit more effort into dating, so there were more girlfriend photos. And I also started sending her other pictures, occasional dick pics, that sort of thing. At first it didn't seem to have too much effect, but a little more than a week in, she was going out of her mind. Short, sexy replies turned into essays about what she wanted to do with me, what she wanted me to do to her.

"Her lipstick is pretty and her lips look good, but she can't suck you like I will. I want your dick in my mouth so bad. I want to feel your hands on the back of my head, but you won't have the chance to push because I'll be sucking you so fast. You're going to feed me all that cum, aren't you?"

That was one of the shorter ones. When they got longer that that one, I checked in with Ed.

"Hey buddy, doing okay?"

"Well, you've got me living with a madwoman. Thanks for that. :D"

"Sorry if I overplayed this dude."

"No, just show her a great time and she'll understand. You'd better, because I'm the one suffering the slings and arrows my friend! :P"

"Sorry bud. She's gonna come back to you a happy girl, I guarantee."

"Nutcase."

"LOL."

A couple of nights later I sent April a dick pic. She sent back a picture, a closeup on her lips. Perfect pink lipstick, except for a smudge. Was there something on the smudge? Well, she's a married woman. Sexy, no doubt about it. It's not like I had any right to be jealous!

The tease was really getting her going. By the time we were making final checks on the travel plans, her text messages were practically wet. I was waiting right at the gate at Denver airport. As soon as she saw me, she ran and jumped. People must have... well, they'd have been close enough.

"Soo good to see you April!"

"See me? Wait until you taste me!" Okay, some heads turned. We probably ought to get to the car. It was almost hard to walk, the way she was clinging to me. I put her bag in the trunk and we were on our way.

"You look fucking fantastic, you know that?"

"Really? I was starting to wonder how you felt about your married little mistress" she said, and when I looked over she'd pulled down her neckline and was strumming her fingers across her nipples. Fuck, was she hot. I gave her a long, slow whistle.

"How do you feel about your lover?"

"So hot I'm going to suck off this gear shift if I don't get your dick."

Wow. Did I overdo this? Naaaaaahhh.

"Well, I just have one stop to make before we go home. Home is about an hour away."

"An hour!? Fuck that!" She was tugging at my pants, searching for my zipper. I decided not to fight it and concentrated on keeping us safe. Soon I was out, and then immediately in again. April was drooling over my erection. I thought about egging her on with a "you're almost as good as" comment, but this situation was dangerous enough already. I kept to the gaps in traffic as best I could, and tried to keep us alive and out of jail. She tried to keep me erect and filling her mouth. Before too long I could tell she was going to succeed. Could I keep us straight and unnoticed? Good think we were on the edge of town. Fuck, too late to pull over. I fought to keep my eyes open. April fought to swallow it all. We drifted into another lane, but I don't think anyone noticed. That "Town of Parker" sign will always bring a smile to my face.

I pulled over at the outlet malls south of Denver. I didn't really need anything, I was still just dragging this out. I bought a pair of pants, a frying pan I didn't need, and then she flipped it on me. She dragged me into a lingerie shop. She held up several outfits, and then asked about fitting. The clerk showed April to a room. She smirked at me, then disappeared inside. I didn't think they'd let me in there with her so I waited just outside. A minute later she opened the door, wide. There she stood, an amazing display of lace, straps, and very strategic gaps. I don't even know what to call the outfit. I heard gasps behind me.

"How do I look?"

Gulp. "One hundred out of ten."

"Aww, thanks lover."

"Um, April, people are taking pictures."

"Well, I'd betting get back in the booth, right?"

She turned around, revealing her ass to the store. More gasps, mine included.

She came out again a moment later. This time it was a babydoll nighty, but I thought it came with panties. Once again, she was very much on display.

"Do you like your married mistress better in this?"

"Oh my fuck."

"If this one isn't good enough I have five or six more to try on."

"April, wrap those two up. We'd better get going."

She walked up to me, pressed herself against me, and traced her finger over my chest, stopping at my nipple.

"Aww, my big strong lover can tease me for weeks, but when he sees his married little mistress turn the tables he goes crazy. Is this too much for you baby?"

She turned and pressed her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Mmm, I think you're enjoying this."

She walked back into the dressing room, and flipped up the back of the nightie, revealing her bare, perfect ass. Then she turned, blew me a kiss, and shut the door.

When she opened it again, she was dressed. The outfits she'd tried on were in her hands. I escorted her to the counter and we paid. The clerk couldn't stop staring. April had even turned her on too much to think straight!

"Thank you, please come again" she said in a bit of a daze. April leaned across the counter, pulled the clerk to her and gave her a peck on the lips.

"I'd love to sugar."

I hustled her to the car, stuffed her in and got the motor running. Enough teasing. I got back on the interstate and made a beeline for home. April smiled and laughed and continued teasing me the whole way.

"I thought you were going to shit yourself when I came out of the dressing room. You know what? I think I loved that just as much as you did."

"Really? I couldn't tell" I laughed.

"Well, you've been teasing me for weeks, I had to give some back. It's been very mean." She pretended to pout.

"You've even had a blowjob already, and what have I got? Just a wet, neglected little mistress pussy."

"A gorgeous little mistress pussy, in my gorgeous married mistress."

"Am I still your married mistress? It's been so long."

"Ask me that again in five minutes" I said as I pulled into the driveway.

"Nice place. Now stretch me out exactly where you had that brunette with the small tits."

I put down her bags, pulled her to me and kissed her. Then I stripped off all of her clothes and laid her on the couch. I kissed her again, then moved down to her neck. I gently kissed the front of her throat, then moved around to the side of her neck. I kissed her there, and chewed on her neck, starting a hickey. Then I kissed my way down to her breasts, flicking my tongue across the two crowning pebbles. April moaned. I sucked them, then continued my downward journey. I licked her tender little navel, then progressed to the biggest prize of all.

"Oh yes, of fuck, it's been too fucking long. Lick it. Please lick me. Every photo you sent I imagined how good you were making those women feel, wishing it was me, but knowing you need more, you need so many women you stud oh fuck yes lick meeeee!"

I paused and said "I licked her just like this" and went back to the greatest job in the world. April was spreading her legs, opening herself to me, twisting and writhing under my tongue. Her hand slapped around, and I asked what she needed.

"Where's my phone? I promised Ed he'd get a picture as soon as we were here and naked."

"Here it is. What picture do you want?"

"Put your dick in me. Mount me. Ooooooh, yes. Stop there." I stopped halfway in, and she found the perfect angle to document her penetration. A few taps and our mating ritual was bouncing off a satellite to her waiting husband, my waiting friend.

"More tongue, or more of this?"

She pressed upward, taking my shaft back into her dripping pussy for the first time in months.

"Oh fuck, so full, yes, stretch me. Stretch me. Fill your little married lover with cock."

She wrapped her legs around me and clasped herself to me, eagerly giving herself to me.

"That cock is heaven. Fuck, I love being your mistress. Does it turn you on, having a married woman fucking crave your dick? I shouldn't have let you tease me but I need this dick. You fuck other women too, don't you?"

"You know I do lover, you've seen the proof. You've seen my cock in their mouths, in their wet little pussies."

"You know what I do when you send me those photos?"

"What?"

"I rub my cunt until I cum. My husband loves to watch me fingering while I look at my lover's cock and his other women."

"He really loves all this?"

She cocked her head and looked me right in the eye. "So much. I've never seen him this happy. I don't completely understand it, and it would end if it seemed to be pulling us apart, but he and I are closer than we've ever been."

"Wow. That's just fantastic. Wow."

"Yes it is. My husband (flex) loves (flex) that we (flex) fuck (flex)!"

"That's so fucking hot."

"Fuck right it is. Let's send him another."

April wiggled out from under me and crawled over to the middle of the room. She got on her knees and began fingering herself. She hooked her finger to call me over. I grabbed both phones and stood in front of her, legs slightly apart and flexed. She grinned up at me and deep throated my wet cock. I got one of her nose deep in my trimmed pubes, and another with her tongue running up the side of my dick. Then I got a couple more with my phone, and sent a few to Ed.

When she saw me stop clicking April whipped around, pressed her breasts on the carpet and raised her ass. "Now fuck your cum into me. My pussy has missed that creamy load so much. Give it to me!"

I rammed myself home, reaching around to rub her clit while I pounded her. She kept chanting "fuck my married pussy" over and over again. I did, grinding into her, ramming that sweet little hole for all I was worth. Soon I felt the moment approaching. I started to slow down, but April reached back and grabbed my ass.

"Don't you dare try to hold back. I need that cum. I need my pussy to taste you. Fill my snatch lover. Fill my married snatch!" She wiggled her ass, squeezed me, and I did. I shot my load inside her. My instinct was to go as deep as I could, like it always is, but I had an idea. I held just the first couple of inches inside her. April moaned as I flooded her with my hot sperm.

"Oh fuck, I've missed that, give it to me lover, give my married pussy all your cream."

When I was done, I told her to hold still. I got the phones, and took pictures of my load dripping out of her pink, swollen pussy. April loved them. She reached back, dipped her fingers inside herself and felt the wetness we'd both made, together. Then she brought her fingers to her hands and licked them clean.

"Oh fuck, I've missed that feeling, that taste. I feel so wanted, so feminine when you're throbbing and shooting your cum into my body. I loved the photo idea, but next time as deep as possible, okay lover?"

"Guaranteed. It was not easy to cum and not impale you as deep as I could. It's such a powerful urge."

"Mmmm, does your little married mistress give you urges, stud?"

"If you don't know it by now... I'll just have to work harder to show you!"

I grabbed her hand and guided her upstairs to my bedroom. I had the curtains drawn to give it a dark, sexy mood. I stretched her out on the bed, and she lounged on the pillows, watching me light a couple of scented candles and got out some toys.

I gently guided her arms up to the headboard. I took some silk scarves and tied her wrists together. Not uncomfortably tight, but there was no way she'd wiggle free. Then I tied her to the headboard. I could smell what this was doing to her. There is no more delicious aroma. None. I didn't even have to say a word, April's legs were spread widely. I grabbed a couple of toys and took my place at the 'y.' I stroked up and down her lips with the tips of my fingers, then turned on one of the vibrators.

"Oh fuck, what is that? What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want" I replied. I didn't touch her yet, I just moved the buzzing toy around an inch above her body. She was straining to listen and feel where it would make contact first. Soon she shifted her heels to lift her hips off the bed, searching for the pleasure she could hear, but not feel. I brushed it against her nipple. April caught her breath. I laid it against her nipple again, then slowly started to trace it down towards my face. I was blowing my breath on her pussy, as close as possible to feel the moist warmth. I kept bringing the vibrator down, then kissed her clit just before pulling my face back and rubbing the vibrator on her little nub. April moaned, straining against the silk.

I moved the vibrator up and down her pussy a few times, then focused on her clit. When she was good and turned on I added fingers from my other hand, reaching inside her. It's always so amazing how different it feels to fingers. I probed, feeling her, the pressure on my fingers telling me about the arousal she felt from the vibrator and those fingers. Then I curled them and searched for the g-spot. I loved being there, between her legs, facing her pussy as she writhed and gripped me. It was a glorious sight. Her breathing grew deeper, deeper, and then she came. I maintained as best I could, keeping the vibrator on her clit and my fingers working inside her until she screamed and pulled away. She'd reached the "I'm too sensitive" stage. I laid my head on one of her thighs as she came down from her orgasm, mostly to reintroduce some physical contact.