The Quean And The Cupcake

"You need a girlfriend. Go find yourself a girlfriend." My wife is a bit older than me, and she says she can't keep up with my sex drive. Honestly, she had a point. I spent a lot of time really horny. Every now and then she'd tell me this, and it would turn me on so much that it would be easier to cope with being so horny for a few days, flirting with the idea -- and with hot women I'd see while out and about for the next few days.

But nothing means more to me than our marriage. So it stayed a fantasy. What a catch 22, right? A wife that loves me so much she offered me my ultimate fantasy, but that fact itself makes her too precious to take any risks. Fuck, being a nice guy sucks.

That's why every time she told me "Go get a girlfriend, I understand. I want you to be happy, Mark" I'd smile, bite my lip, and stroke my dick until I shot a gallon of creamy frustration.

After a couple of years of this, I came home early one day. It was mid afternoon, and Dawn had called in sick because of a headache. I had finished the day's work early and come home to see how she was doing. I was taking off my jacket when I noticed a buzzing noise. I walked slowly down the hall to our bedroom. The buzzing grew louder. Apparently her headache wasn't bothering her any more, because Dawn's heel were in the air, her head was thrown back, and here eyes were closed. The fingers of one hand were pinching a nipple, pulling her gorgeous natural breast up. The other hand was working a vibrator over her clit. That was all exciting as hell, but what really blew my mind was what my wife was muttering.

"Fuck her Mark. She needs your dick. You need her pussy. You need to fuck her. I need you to fuck her! Make me a good wife. Fuck her fuck her fuck her fuuuuuuck!" Dawn was writhing in orgasm. I was hard as a rock. I got undressed, and when she opened her eyes I was there, grinning and licking my lips.

"Mark!! What are you doing home?"

"Checking on you baby. I'm glad to see your headache has gone away."

"Well, I may have found a new... treatment."

"So it appears! You'd better apply one more treatment just to be sure!"

"Mmm, sounds good lover. Want to join me?"

"Oh, I need this. Yes I very much do want to join you."

We were well into a beautiful lovemaking session when she looked me in the eyes and said "you heard me, didn't you?" Oh.

"Yes, I did."

"Have I never told you the other reason I want you to have a girlfriend?"

"No!"

"It turns me on" she whispered, wrapping her legs around me even tighter. I moaned, drove myself extra deep, and shot stream after stream of hot cum into Dawn. She quivered, and orgasmed with me.

We both had the rest of the day off so we stayed in bed, spooning and cuddling and enjoying the afterglow. My brain was working overtime.

"Did you mean what you said?"

Dawn rolled over, looked into my eyes and quietly said "Every word. Yes I did. You are a stud, and the idea of freely giving you what most men don't dare to dream of drives me crazy. And the fact that you didn't jump on it the instant I brought it up just makes it hotter, because it shows me how much I mean to you. Do it baby. Do it my love. Please?"

That blew my mind. She wasn't kidding. She really wanted this. I could see it in her eyes. I could feel it in how she pressed her body against me as she said it. Woah. I might be careful, but I'm not stupid. This was really what she wanted, so it was my job to deliver.

We settled on a few rules. No emotional attachment. This was to be kept completely discreet. Obviously this meant some time away from home, but if Dawn said "stay home" or "come home" that was it. If she wanted details, she got details. All of them. And the look in her eyes said "I'm gonna want details!" No swallowing. Only Dawn was allowed to swallow me. I could tell that one meant a lot to her, and I loved her for it. I could cum in a cupcake's mouth, but she had to spit me out. Yes ma'am, that works. Soon we were making love again, gently and deeply.

That afternoon we took some pics, and joined a web site. The responses came quickly, but most of them weren't worth the time it took to delete them. Spam pushing us to other sites, call girls, or girls who wanted different things than we did. "Steal me away?" Um, no. Call girls weren't appealing. Knowing her man was conquering another woman who wanted him was a big part of the appeal for Dawn. Talking all this through was SO hot, though.

Then we got a message from Lexi. Wow. Gorgeous body, no red flags, nearby but not too close, she seemed perfect. Let's find out. We proposed a meeting at a coffee shop halfway between our house and her apartment. She was pretty surprised that Dawn was going to come along, but that was important to us.

The first "date" went great. A bit awkward at first, but then Dawn asked her if she liked being licked, and described how good I was. Lexi burst out laughing, said "hell yes!" and we all got a lot more comfortable. This could work. Lexi and I set up a date for the next Friday night, and we parted ways after Lexi and I gave each other a quick but deep kiss.

If I'd had any doubts about how much Dawn wanted this, her response to that kiss wiped them out. She was so horny the whole way home! She was touching herself, rubbing her nipples under her bra, stroking her fingers between her legs, and for a few miles I even got some road head! We were barely in the front door when she was naked on her hands and knees, saying "mount me stud!" Believe me, I did. I was totally engulfed inside my wife, but then Dawn started saying "picture yourself fucking her baby -- picture it! I want you to fuck her stud! She's going to be your whore!" When I told her I was getting close Dawn really surprised me.

"Cum on my tits; I want to see how turned on you are. I want to see how much your little slut turns you on!"

That was new. We both really loved the feeling of her body accepting my loads. So it was tough to pull out, but what my quean wants my quean gets! I groaned as I forced myself to withdraw, and aimed at her cleavage. She grabbed me and aimed it at her nipple. I throbbed and started shooting myself onto her hard, crinkled tips. After I'd coated one she moved me to the other. She got one last rope out of my by asking "is this how hard you're going to come for your hot little girlfriend, stud?" Wow.

For the next few days that's about all it took for us to be off to the races. And Dawn seemed every bit as eager as I was! It was a little surprising that she didn't want more of one of my favorite activities, licking her to orgasm, but if the lady wants my cock inside her, well, what's a gentleman to do? She was really focused on feeling me orgasm inside her.

Two days before the date we decided to stop fucking, at least to my orgasm. Dawn wanted me so horny I'd fill Lexi up a few times. It worked. Dawn kept teasing me, flashing me her beautiful pussy, rubbing her tits against me, begging me to eat her out, everything but emptying my balls. It was maddening. I must have licked her to a hundred orgasms. It was glorious.

The day seemed to drag on Friday. Dawn was still teasing me, but not as blatantly. She kept giving me little smirks, even when she thought I didn't see. About two hours before it was time, she pulled me toward the bathroom.

"Time to get ready stud. This isn't a time to skimp. Give her the works. Extra close shave, balls too, cologne -- here, use this one -- and not just a rinse. Shampoo and I got you this conditioner."

This was new. I'm not one to overdo it on the grooming. Dawn supervised, and seemed to really enjoy it. Time passed surprisingly quickly before it was time for me to go. We walked to the door together, and Dawn gave me a kiss that was probably a sex crime in some states.

"Go get her stud. Make her scream. Wear her out for me."

"You got it baby. I still can't believe this is happening. I love you so much!"

"Oh, it's happening. Finally -- I've been waiting for this for years. Thank you for doing this for me!"

"For you? Uh, sure baby! Anything you need!" I said, with a big, shit-eating grin. "Want texts? Pics?"

"Not this time. I want you to make me wait. Make me wonder. I don't even want to know when you think you'll be back."

"Okay baby. Better go -- I love you!"

"I love you!"

And I was out the door. It was hard not to burn the wheels off the car, I was so excited. But an accident would ruin the whole night, so I actually drove a little slower than usual. It was not easy, but it paid off. I passed a well hidden policeman, and didn't need to worry.

When I got to Lexi's apartment, she buzzed me in. She was on the fourth floor. I took the stairs -- strong legs make for better sex. She wasn't expecting that, so when I got to her floor I got to surprise her. She was standing there, staring at the elevator, wearing nothing but a corset and some blood-red high heels. I paused for a second, appreciating the amazing sight. It was a bit dimmer on the landing than you'd expect. She was shifting from side to side a bit, which did wonderful things to the contours of her legs, and the bare ass above them. Her hair curled halfway down her back -- it had been straight when we'd met for coffee. She'd put some work into getting ready! She shifted a bit more, and I saw the tip of her breast, capped by a very hard nipple. I'd kept her waiting long enough.

I softly walked up behind her, and put a hand over her eyes. The other hand traced down the back of her corset and into the cleft between her cheeks. I put my lips to her ears and breathed "should you be standing around like this? What if someone sneaks up behind you and just -- can't -- control -- himself?" With every paused I lightly nipped at her earlobe, drawing a series of gasps from Lexi's mouth.

"Oh, you naughty sneaky boy. Whatever are you going to do with me?" she breathed, licking her lips.

"I have a few ideas" I said, turning her around and running my hands down her sides as I lowered myself to bring my mouth to her shaved womanhood. She gasped when I ran the tip of my tongue from the inside of one hip to the other. Then I began to work down, tonguing lightly between her legs. Lexi grabbed my head, running her fingers into my hair to get a grip as I got deeper and deeper between her fragrant, wet lips. We were getting lost in the sensations when we heard a door open closer than we should ignore. We both jumped up and ran into her apartment.

Lexi had really put some effort into this! I found several sheepskins laid out in the living room. We kissed passionately as she pulled me down to the floor. She was moving toward my dick when I grabbed her arms, stretched them out over her head and used me knees to open her legs. It didn't take much encouragement. Before she knew it my face was buried in her pussy, running my tongue up and down her lips, feeling them slide against me, immersing myself in her aromas and tastes.

Lexi was panting, her chest heaving, which made for a great view as I looked up from between her thighs. I ran my tongue down and found her opening, and swirled the tip before plunging it as deep inside as I could get it. Lexi squirmed so hard I had to wrap my arms around her thighs to be able to keep eating her. When I worked my way up and started tonguing her clit she screamed my name and erupted in an incredible orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck me! I need that dick!"

It was time to experience her pussy. I slid up her body, rubbing my pussy-soaked face on her tight tummy, her breasts, and then we were kissing deeply as my cock found her pussy. I was inside her. For the first time in years, I was inside another woman's pussy. Fuck, my wife was amazing for wanting this. I slid myself in, watching the electricity in her eyes as we mated. Once I was all the way in, we paused for a moment and then Lexi began working her hips. The wet, silky muscles of her insides gripped and worked my shaft. Our mouths wrestled as I began to pull and thrust, over and over.

Lexi moved her legs, and I grabbed them and spread them, shifting until I found the angle that let me grind against her clit when I was balls deep. A few thrusts and Lexi's entire body quivered with her orgasm. It was all I could do to hold on as she bucked and spasmed and moaned out her orgasm. We were locked together in a sticky mess. Lexi was panting and limp underneath me. I had an idea...

I pulled out of her, turned around, and buried my face back between her legs. When she moaned, I mounted her mouth. Was she upset? Well, the deep -- and I mean deep -- "mmmmmm" that I heard told me she was not. I began gently making love to her mouth while tasting the delicious, creamy pussy that was grinding against my mouth. Soon she wrapped her arms around my legs and pulled, encouraging me to use more force as I violated her face. I felt her hands between us and realizing she was pinching her nipples.

I sucked her clit, and Lexi came again, writhing underneath me. I didn't even have to move my hips; she was squirming so much it was still like I was fucking her mouth. My face was immersed in her orgasming vagina. This orgasm seemed to energize her. She wormed her way out from under me, got on her knees and bent, rubbing her breasts into the sheepskin.

"I want your cum. Give it to me. Give it to me. Fuck that cum into me. Your wife said you could. Give it to me. Cum in me!"

Lexi was babbling as I grabbed her hips. I lined up and thrust into her. She was more than ready after this much sex, so I jammed myself into her and started a jackhammer pace that had her moaning and squealing with every thrust. I could feel myself swelling inside her, my erection growing even harder as I got closer and closer. Lexi twisted around and stared at me, licking her lips, and saying "Cum in me -- cum deep in the whore your wife gave you! Make her proud of you!"

That did it. I bucked, losing control of my hips as I plunged deeply inside her. The cum rocketed up my shaft, filling her eager pussy, throbbing over and over until there was nothing left.

We ended up laying on the sheepskins. Their softness felt almost as good as her ass pressed against me. We rested for a while, and then I started running my hands up and down her body, feeling her skin. I flirted around the sides of her breasts with one hand, while the other stroked her thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy.

Nothing.

Apparently I'd worn her out. Lexi gave me an "mmmm" a couple of times, and snuggled in closer, but that was it. She was down for the count. Okay, I can live with that. Actually, it made me kind of proud. I scooped her up and carried her around a bit, trying to find the bedroom. Once I did, I took off her corset and laid it out on the dresser. Then I tucked her in, left her a note and headed home.

It was a heck of a drive home, thinking about everything we'd just done, and about how Dawn had showed me how badly she wanted this to happen. I was fully erect again by the time I got home.

Dawn met me at the door. Well, 'met' is a pretty tame word for what she did. She just about attacked me. She kissed me, pulled back and stared at me and said "You did it, didn't you? I can smell her on you. Fuck, that's so hot!"

And the next thing I knew, she was on her knees, yanking down my pants. Dawn was sucking me off!

"Baby, I haven't showered! Ooooh! Hang on!"

"No way stud, I want to taste you both! Do you know how long I've dreamed of this?" And I disappeared down her throat again. Dawn was on a mission. I'd never felt her suck so hard. Before long I was actually down her throat! She'd never managed that before, but there was no stopping her. I ran my hands through her hair, loving every second of her sensual adoration.

"Did she swallow you?"

"No baby, only you are allowed to swallow me."

"Damned straight. I get to swallow."

And then she did. And then we headed to the bedroom. My last orgasm of the night took a lot of work.

Lexi called the next day, and from the moment she did I could tell she was hooked. She had never been fucked like that before. It was Saturday, and we had things we needed to do, but Dawn sent me over for a quickie out of sheer pity. Well, pity and the desire to welcome me home again. We didn't get many of our errands run. I was exhausted, between Lexi's needs and Dawn's demands. Living the dream.

We settled into a routine. At least twice a week, sometimes three times, I'd spend some time with Lexi. If it went too long without seeing her she got really aggravated. After seeing her I'd go home and Dawn would make sure I had nothing left to give before we'd collapse and try to recover. Sunrise meant Dawn's lips wrapped around my manhood, her fingers caressing my balls. After a few minutes she'd usually speed up and exercise her swallowing privilege. It really turned her on that I didn't let Lexi do that. Sometimes Dawn would pull her mouth off of my erection and ride me until I creamed her eager pussy.

It was an amazing life. It certainly was for me, and I'd say the women were both really enjoying it too.

Then I had to take a rare trip out of town. Work doesn't pull me away often, but I can't say it never demands some travel. This time it was three weeks. Dawn handled it well, but Lexi just about went out of her mind. She texted me several times a day. Sometimes it was just texts -- words -- but others were videos of her trying to use vibrators and dildos to keep from going crazy. She even asked if she could go find a date. I told her she was free to do whatever she wanted to, but if she did I wouldn't be seeing her again any time soon. She instantly texted back a selfie of her biting her lip, with the words "yes sir." A few hours later she texted to say she'd rubbed and pounded herself to six orgasms to make sure she could be a good girl for me. Whew. Knowing she wanted me that badly was a serious rush, I won't lie.

When I got home, Dawn pulled rank. She was waiting for me in our bedroom. A trail of rose petals told me where to go, and I found her laying back on new satin sheets, wearing a very sheer babydoll nightie.

"Welcome home. I hope you're hungry."

"You have no idea" I said, walking over to her and shedding clothes the whole way. I traced my fingers over the straps of her high heels, up her stockings to the valley between her thigh and her torso. I could smell her arousal, which always drives me out of my mind. But I forced myself to keep running my fingertips up her body, circling her breasts, then spiraling inward to her waiting nipples, still covered in sheer fabric. I bent over her, very lightly kissing her lips with mine, barely brushing them together. I moved my hips, and my knob brushed against her clit. Dawn gasped, but I pulled back. Not yet.

I kissed my way down her body, spending a few seconds sucking each nipple before working my way down to where my pheromone-soaked brain needed me to be -- face down between her legs. Have I mentioned how much I love licking pussy? Dawn was more than ready, and I spent less time than usual working over her lips and opening. There was no need to get her warmed up. She'd clearly passed that stage hours ago, so I got to work adoring her clit. Before long, I added a finger inside her, then two. The second one set her off, and Dawn screamed "fuck I love your tongue" as I brought her over the edge.

I wanted to keep going. I hadn't really satisfied this particular appetite, but Dawn needed me deeper inside her than my tongue could be. I moved up her body, pushing the nightie up. I needed to feel as much of her skin against mine as I could. My erection found her opening without any pause or misdirection. Possibly because Dawn held it by the root and guided it straight in. I was able to fill her completely on the first slow thrust. We gasped together, clinging to each other, and then she started bucking upward. I met her thrusts, drawing a gasp from her every time I bottomed out. I grabbed one leg and moved it over my arm. She loves my strength, and manhandling her like this gets her going. Soon she was laying on her side, her legs together, and I was kneeling behind her pounding her for all I was worth. She knows my signals. As soon as I started the low groans that meant I was getting close, she whipped her head around and locked eyes with me.