SHANNON:
The little bedroom was wrecked, and so were the slick sweat covered bodies that were in an unceremonious heap on the small futon. Clothes belonging to two strangers were strewn about the room. My bra was draped haphazardly over a cheap blue lava lamp. My yoga pants had been wedged between the mattress and wall, right below a black light Pink Floyd poster. I looked around the room at the other pieces of stoner objet d'art and giggled to myself.
"What?" asked the cute naked stranger next to me, pulling me out of my post sexual haze.
I looked at him confused "hmmm?"
He laughed. His perfectly straight teeth went into a sexy grin. He propped his face on one hand and slid the other through his floppy brown curls. "What were you laughing at gorgeous?"
This guy was definitely adorable. What was his name again? Michael, Mike, Mitchell...?
"Oh nothing really, just thinking that pothead decor was pretty predictable." I chuckled and shrugged my shoulder.
Smirking, he cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really now?"
"Really." I countered. "If I go in the bathroom there will be some sort of mythical themed incense burner next to a Bob Marley poster, and if I looked in your clothes drawers I will find an old dirty hacky sack in Jamaican colors."
"Hey now princess! You know you really shouldn't go around stereotyping people." He said, getting mock annoyed. "For your information, I keep my disc golf equipment in my dresser drawer. My Marley poster is in the kitchen, and as for my three headed dragon burner, well that shit is just plain bad ass.
I couldn't help but giggle at his confession to my accusations. I bent over and pressed my swollen lips against his in a quick kiss.
"Besides." He continued. "I didn't hear you judging my taste level when you were smoking my weed." He reached over and slid his hand slowly down my back, caressing my rounded plump ass. Trailing his fingers downward, he found my warm wet freshly used pussy. "And I certainly didn't hear you mention it when my tongue was eating this sweet cunt of yours." He whispered in my ear. My body bucked back to get more of the delicious friction.
"Oh fuck." I moaned into the pillow below me.
"See, and then you were way too busy being pleasured by having my cock shoved up your tight puss."
I couldn't help but moan "Mmm...god, that feels so so good, please keep finger fucking my naughty little hole."
"God what a fucking slut." He took his other hand and started rubbing his growing cock. "I wanna use your pussy again and you're gonna let me, whore." He pulled his fingers out of my body and got up on his knees.
Soon my body was face down and my jiggly butt was arched up in the air. I could feel his hard-on poised and ready. The tip of it was getting covered in all my girly juices.
"Oh god yes." I hissed as I felt him slam into me with one quick thrust. I could feel is muscled thighs slapping against my own.
"So...fucking...tight." He growled as he wildly pumped in and out of me. His hands grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Mmm yeah you like it like this don't you."
"Yesssss, oh hell yes." I held on to the edge of the pillow, letting him take whatever he wanted.
I could feel our mutual need come on fast and strong as we both cried out in satisfaction. I could feel his cock pull out and spray sticky hot cum all over my backside. My own orgasm ripped through me violently.
What the fuck was his name?
After what seemed like forever we both found our breaths and were able to sit up and share an already half smoked Marlboro. Afterwards I got up and started to collect my things. Even though we both could probably go another round, I knew I had a schedule to maintain.
I freed my pants, and pulled them on, while he found his boxers. I stuffed my breast back into my bra, and pulled my loose fitting tank back over my head and found my sneakers. I ran my fingers through my long thick hair and try to make myself presentable. I turn around to give him a smile.
"Well thank you for all the fun, it was amazing." I gave him a peck on the cheek.
As he walked me toward the door he asked the question they always ask. "So am I going to see you again?"
I shrugged. "We discussed this before we met, and we agreed it would be a one time thing."
He rub the back of his head and smiled a little sheepishly "Well you can't blame a guy for asking." He nodded his head downwards and his eyes drifted to my side. "Are you not coming back because you didn't like it, or does it have to do with that ring on your finger."
My hands quickly come together as I twisted the diamond studded gold band, and I mentally cursed myself. I usually remembered to remove it before I hooked up with anyone.
"Does your husband know you go around and fuck strange men you've met online."
"No and I intend to keep it that way."
He breathed a heavy sigh. "The guy sure is lucky."
I swallowed my contempt for that statement. If my husband was lucky, he didn't show it. Couldn't keep his dick up and was too embarrassed to talk to the doctor about it. Even if we got around to having sex, it had to be fast and quick so he wouldn't lose his erection. It was always over before it began. I was always left frustrated and confused and somewhere along the way ended up looking for strangers to fill the void.
Of course I certainly was not going to whine about this to Marshall...Marcus?
"Well uh...if you ever change your mind you've got my number."
"Yeah sure!" I said a little too brightly, knowing full well that I had erased his number as soon as I had found his apartment. "Well it's been fun, a lot of fun really, but I really do have to go now." My voice conveyed my disappointment. I really wanted to stay another hour and play.
He was kind enough to open the door for me. As I left, I felt naughty and wanted to leave him with a little tease. As I stepped out I turned my body to his and wrapped my arms around his neck I pulled his body so it was halfway out the door. I pressed my lips against his and swirled my tongue with his and started moaning. I slid my hands down the front of his stomach, until I found his boxer clad cock and played with it until it was good and hard again. Once I was satisfied at feeling my last stiff cock for a while, I broke away. "Think about me tonight." I whispered.
"Jesus Christ, you really are a slut." He groaned while he tried to adjust his dick in his shorts.
"Goodbye now." I said with a wink and shut the door for him.
I stared at the closed door for a second and heaved a satisfied sigh. That encounter should get me through the next couple of months before the "itch" returned. The "itch" was getting harder and harder to not scratch. I had had four encounters in the last seven months. I didn't know what to do. My husband, was good to me and we had made it work for ten years, but I craved more than his limp dick could provide me.
I turned to leave, and as I resolved to make it a whole three months without being a bad girl, I heard a familiar voice call to me from the opposite direction.
"Shannon?!"
Oh shit, I knew that voice all too well. I've heard that voice for the past six months nearly everyday up until a week ago. What the hell was he doing here? I just kept walking hoping he would think I was somebody else.
"Shannon I know it's you, and saw that lewd little display you put on with Mason." He all but yelled.
Mason...that was his name...not important now.
What was important was getting away without being caught. I was almost able to disappear around the corner before the voice became loud and threatening.
"God damn it Shannon if you do not stop right this fucking instant and face me, I will call Jon and ask him why his wife is locking lips with a stranger."
That stopped me dead in my tracks, I HAD been caught and had no choice but to face him. Quickly I needed to figure which angle to play that would do the most damage control. I turned and smiled sweetly, hoping my adorable face would get me out of some of the trouble I knew I was in.
"Why Drake, funny meeting you here, and how is my favorite brother in-law?"
DRAKE:
