PAUL'S STORY
by Troy
My wife had become particularly pissed at the party and as she did when in this state, relieved herself of her usual prudish nature. She whispered into my ear, with a slur, that she wanted me to fuck her. She never talked like that when she was sober, the utterance of foul language totally turned her off. So these words were most exiting to my equally drunken mind. I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs in the main hall of the very large country retreat.
We ran up the stairs giggling in anticipation of what we were about to do, trying each door of the unfamiliar and deserted hallway. The first unlocked room we found, amount a choice of what must have been 20 doors, was the bathroom and my need to relieve myself of the wine I had consumed was, at that point, far greater than any other urge. Jessica kissed me on the lips and skipped off down the hall saying she would find a room. I called after her that I wanted her ready for me when I returned, and she giggled back some pun about finding it 'hard'.
In its semi-erect state pissing was difficult and I had to calm my mind so as to get the needed relief of an emptying bladder. As I washed my hands my mind wandered to my wife's slender body. She was so perfect and I loved to run my hands over her silky white skin. Her beautiful pert breasts and small erect nipples, her flat stomach, firm rounded buttocks and etched pubic hair, How I loved her body. She had been a model for a number of years before she started her own business but still kept her athletic look.
My thoughts were still far away as I exited the bathroom and walked straight into a man that was making his way briskly down the corridor.
"So where's the action?", he blurted in a loud brash manner "Word is the party's up here".
His sudden appearance and unexpected confrontation threw me and more through reflex than calculation, I offhandedly joked that mine was in there, gesturing a hand towards the door my wife had entered. Without an utterance he turned and began to made his way in the direction of my waving arm. I lunged and grabbed his shoulder to which he barked an angry "What?" then smiled as if the word was not his own. As he turned to face me I took in for the first time the man that stood before me. He was short, in his mid forties, well dressed in an expensive suit and well groomed. He was quite a good looking bloke with short greying hair and his earlier words now seemed out of place with his conservative look.
"I'll go first" he commanded with obvious impatience, the alcohol on his breath filling my nostrils. He stared intently waiting for my retort.
"I'm told she likes the game of hard to get", my voice pronounced as my mind deciphered what it said. It was as if a stranger spoke my words and I just stood and listened. The whole thing started to become unreal as a wave of alcoholic buzz hit my brain and I staggered, the sound of a door slam echoing in my head.
I shook my head to try and clear it but it had a detrimental effect forcing me to grab the wall to steady myself. I lumbered towards the door and pressed down on the handle but it was locked. I stayed there, head resting on it, fighting back my drunken state and listening to the voices from beyond the wooden barrier.
"...yeah! sure you don't. You were begging for it as I walked through the door." a male voice sneered loudly.
"OK, OK" I heard my wife exclaim, "But don't rip the dress. My husband will be along soon..." My wife was trying to put authority into her voice but it wavered as her voice tapered off to a volume I couldn't hear . My head had cleared a bit as the male voice demanded in a loud but sympathetic voice if he could just have one look at her breasts. I was about to bang on the door and demand access when to my surprise I hear my wife stress "...but no touching."
There was silence for a moment and then the shouting voices were replaced with normal tones, inaudible through the thick wooden door. I strained to hear as thoughts of my wife revealed her beautiful body to this man swam in my head.
My thoughts were interrupted by laughing voices from down the corridor and in panic at being seen listening at a door I ran for the bathroom. I sat there panting slightly as breath became hard to take waiting for the voices to pass so I could put an end to this madness. What had I done?. But the voices didn't pass and soon a knock at the door as a woman questioned "Is there anyone in there?"
Shit! Shit! Shit! maybe they'll go away, and then the knock again as the handle was pushed down. "Just a minute" I whined. I turned on the tap and threw water over my face, my panic and confusion showing clearly from my reddened complexion.
"OK pull yourself together" I said to myself as I stared into the face of this stranger in the mirror. I dried, straightened my clothes and moved boldly to the door.
As I stepped into the corridor I was greeted by three friendly couples as the first lady squeezed past me and quickly shut the door. I headed off towards the stairs concentrating on walking as soberly as I could but probably looking worse though my stiff posture. At the bottom of the stairs people milled in small groups talking and laughing. I knew none of them as this was my wife's invitation and I was a stranger. I grabbed another drink from a passing waiters tray and tried to sip it calmly waiting for the toilet goers to return. I was going to knock that door down, I growled to myself as the guilt of my invitation filled my mind. But my anger flagged as the thoughts of Jessica exposing her body to that stranger brought activity back to my loins. I tried to be annoyed at the thoughts of what was going on but but the picture of my wife tentatively lowering her dress to reveal her naked breasts to this lust filled man, just made my erection grow. I twisted and turned in an effort to hide it, sure that all could hear my thoughts, then scurried to a vacant chair at the foot of the stairs, placing a discarded menu card on my lap, and read intently.
The more I thought hurry up, the more my mind wandered and the more turned on I became. Pressing down on my bulge only heightened the sensation as I desperately tried to interest myself in the menu for a meal I had already had. As I read it for what must have been the seventeenth time, glancing occasionally at the stairwell for signs of the returning couples, A familiar voice interrupted.
"You were right!! what a woman. Hard to get but loved it in the end!" It was him. I tried to stand but he subconsciously forced me to remain seated by his position. He had a story to tell and he wanted me to be the first to hear it. I wanted to stand and push him out the way, hit him, do something, but my legs were like jelly and I couldn't move.
He whispered with glee how she had really played hard to get under some pretense that her husband was coming and my heart sank, realising I had let her down. But I listened like a child as he unravelled his tale of his conquest over this beautiful creature. He told how he got more and more turned on the more she resisted his advance, but how he eventually got her down to just her knickers and laughed as he explained how gullible she was to believe he just wanted to look and not touch.
He described the feel of the breasts I knew so well, how her nipples became erect as he tweaked and squeezed them. How she tried to pull away when he thrust her hand down the front of his trousers, but he held her wrist firm while he enjoyed the touch of her flesh pressing hard on his cock. He recalled the event with every detail like he knew subconsciously I wanted to know all.
He explained how she changed her objections when he told her he wanted to fuck her. She undid his trousers, he recounted, and took his cock in hand wrapping her fingers around its girth, massaging it gently with an expert touch.
"I nearly came" he grinned, and told how he saw her little game but how she stopped with a squeal when he slipped his fingers between her legs and pumped into her soft damp channel.
I listened as he salivated over each action like a man that had hunted and returned home proudly with tales of great adventures and I sat as would a little boy in awe. To listen to the seduction of my wife and how this man would tell his tale to me a stranger like we had been friends for life.
He said how her resolve had faded as he climbed between her legs spreading her thighs with his. He swallowed the last of the wine in my glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He licked his lips with a momentary distant look as if recalling the events in his mind to ensure that they were indeed true. Then he continued with renewed passion at how at first the end of his cock would not seem to fit but as he pushed harder his pre-cum lubricated his entrance and her vaginal lips stretched to what seemed like their limits to reluctantly accept him. He said after one thrust how easily he slid in and out and how tight and wet she was.
How as he came deep inside her she quivered and let out a gasp, wrapping her legs around his back and gripping his shoulders as her body tensed. Then as he pulled his softening penis from its cum filled haven, another gasp escaped her lips and her hand clamped down between her legs, her legs shutting tight, as if to stop its contents from getting out.
His words became distant as I fought to comprehend the events that had been lain so descriptively before me. But reality returned with a jolt as he slapped me on the arm and said "So she's all yours"
I ran up the stairs two at a time, was I mad? was I jealous? was I sorry? But I sure was horny. As I pushed back the door the light from the hall filled the darkened room and there naked on the bed lay Jessica. She looked so beautiful, her hair in disarray and her body glistening with its thin gloss of perspiration. She opened her eyes, looking at me like a little girl that has just found her long lost puppy, and she smiled. My heart was racing and my groin aching. I guess the stranger was right, she was all mine.
by Troy
My wife had become particularly pissed at the party and as she did when in this state, relieved herself of her usual prudish nature. She whispered into my ear, with a slur, that she wanted me to fuck her. She never talked like that when she was sober, the utterance of foul language totally turned her off. So these words were most exiting to my equally drunken mind. I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs in the main hall of the very large country retreat.
We ran up the stairs giggling in anticipation of what we were about to do, trying each door of the unfamiliar and deserted hallway. The first unlocked room we found, amount a choice of what must have been 20 doors, was the bathroom and my need to relieve myself of the wine I had consumed was, at that point, far greater than any other urge. Jessica kissed me on the lips and skipped off down the hall saying she would find a room. I called after her that I wanted her ready for me when I returned, and she giggled back some pun about finding it 'hard'.
In its semi-erect state pissing was difficult and I had to calm my mind so as to get the needed relief of an emptying bladder. As I washed my hands my mind wandered to my wife's slender body. She was so perfect and I loved to run my hands over her silky white skin. Her beautiful pert breasts and small erect nipples, her flat stomach, firm rounded buttocks and etched pubic hair, How I loved her body. She had been a model for a number of years before she started her own business but still kept her athletic look.
My thoughts were still far away as I exited the bathroom and walked straight into a man that was making his way briskly down the corridor.
"So where's the action?", he blurted in a loud brash manner "Word is the party's up here".
His sudden appearance and unexpected confrontation threw me and more through reflex than calculation, I offhandedly joked that mine was in there, gesturing a hand towards the door my wife had entered. Without an utterance he turned and began to made his way in the direction of my waving arm. I lunged and grabbed his shoulder to which he barked an angry "What?" then smiled as if the word was not his own. As he turned to face me I took in for the first time the man that stood before me. He was short, in his mid forties, well dressed in an expensive suit and well groomed. He was quite a good looking bloke with short greying hair and his earlier words now seemed out of place with his conservative look.
"I'll go first" he commanded with obvious impatience, the alcohol on his breath filling my nostrils. He stared intently waiting for my retort.
"I'm told she likes the game of hard to get", my voice pronounced as my mind deciphered what it said. It was as if a stranger spoke my words and I just stood and listened. The whole thing started to become unreal as a wave of alcoholic buzz hit my brain and I staggered, the sound of a door slam echoing in my head.
I shook my head to try and clear it but it had a detrimental effect forcing me to grab the wall to steady myself. I lumbered towards the door and pressed down on the handle but it was locked. I stayed there, head resting on it, fighting back my drunken state and listening to the voices from beyond the wooden barrier.
"...yeah! sure you don't. You were begging for it as I walked through the door." a male voice sneered loudly.
"OK, OK" I heard my wife exclaim, "But don't rip the dress. My husband will be along soon..." My wife was trying to put authority into her voice but it wavered as her voice tapered off to a volume I couldn't hear . My head had cleared a bit as the male voice demanded in a loud but sympathetic voice if he could just have one look at her breasts. I was about to bang on the door and demand access when to my surprise I hear my wife stress "...but no touching."
There was silence for a moment and then the shouting voices were replaced with normal tones, inaudible through the thick wooden door. I strained to hear as thoughts of my wife revealed her beautiful body to this man swam in my head.
My thoughts were interrupted by laughing voices from down the corridor and in panic at being seen listening at a door I ran for the bathroom. I sat there panting slightly as breath became hard to take waiting for the voices to pass so I could put an end to this madness. What had I done?. But the voices didn't pass and soon a knock at the door as a woman questioned "Is there anyone in there?"
Shit! Shit! Shit! maybe they'll go away, and then the knock again as the handle was pushed down. "Just a minute" I whined. I turned on the tap and threw water over my face, my panic and confusion showing clearly from my reddened complexion.
"OK pull yourself together" I said to myself as I stared into the face of this stranger in the mirror. I dried, straightened my clothes and moved boldly to the door.
As I stepped into the corridor I was greeted by three friendly couples as the first lady squeezed past me and quickly shut the door. I headed off towards the stairs concentrating on walking as soberly as I could but probably looking worse though my stiff posture. At the bottom of the stairs people milled in small groups talking and laughing. I knew none of them as this was my wife's invitation and I was a stranger. I grabbed another drink from a passing waiters tray and tried to sip it calmly waiting for the toilet goers to return. I was going to knock that door down, I growled to myself as the guilt of my invitation filled my mind. But my anger flagged as the thoughts of Jessica exposing her body to that stranger brought activity back to my loins. I tried to be annoyed at the thoughts of what was going on but but the picture of my wife tentatively lowering her dress to reveal her naked breasts to this lust filled man, just made my erection grow. I twisted and turned in an effort to hide it, sure that all could hear my thoughts, then scurried to a vacant chair at the foot of the stairs, placing a discarded menu card on my lap, and read intently.
The more I thought hurry up, the more my mind wandered and the more turned on I became. Pressing down on my bulge only heightened the sensation as I desperately tried to interest myself in the menu for a meal I had already had. As I read it for what must have been the seventeenth time, glancing occasionally at the stairwell for signs of the returning couples, A familiar voice interrupted.
"You were right!! what a woman. Hard to get but loved it in the end!" It was him. I tried to stand but he subconsciously forced me to remain seated by his position. He had a story to tell and he wanted me to be the first to hear it. I wanted to stand and push him out the way, hit him, do something, but my legs were like jelly and I couldn't move.
He whispered with glee how she had really played hard to get under some pretense that her husband was coming and my heart sank, realising I had let her down. But I listened like a child as he unravelled his tale of his conquest over this beautiful creature. He told how he got more and more turned on the more she resisted his advance, but how he eventually got her down to just her knickers and laughed as he explained how gullible she was to believe he just wanted to look and not touch.
He described the feel of the breasts I knew so well, how her nipples became erect as he tweaked and squeezed them. How she tried to pull away when he thrust her hand down the front of his trousers, but he held her wrist firm while he enjoyed the touch of her flesh pressing hard on his cock. He recalled the event with every detail like he knew subconsciously I wanted to know all.
He explained how she changed her objections when he told her he wanted to fuck her. She undid his trousers, he recounted, and took his cock in hand wrapping her fingers around its girth, massaging it gently with an expert touch.
"I nearly came" he grinned, and told how he saw her little game but how she stopped with a squeal when he slipped his fingers between her legs and pumped into her soft damp channel.
I listened as he salivated over each action like a man that had hunted and returned home proudly with tales of great adventures and I sat as would a little boy in awe. To listen to the seduction of my wife and how this man would tell his tale to me a stranger like we had been friends for life.
He said how her resolve had faded as he climbed between her legs spreading her thighs with his. He swallowed the last of the wine in my glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He licked his lips with a momentary distant look as if recalling the events in his mind to ensure that they were indeed true. Then he continued with renewed passion at how at first the end of his cock would not seem to fit but as he pushed harder his pre-cum lubricated his entrance and her vaginal lips stretched to what seemed like their limits to reluctantly accept him. He said after one thrust how easily he slid in and out and how tight and wet she was.
How as he came deep inside her she quivered and let out a gasp, wrapping her legs around his back and gripping his shoulders as her body tensed. Then as he pulled his softening penis from its cum filled haven, another gasp escaped her lips and her hand clamped down between her legs, her legs shutting tight, as if to stop its contents from getting out.
His words became distant as I fought to comprehend the events that had been lain so descriptively before me. But reality returned with a jolt as he slapped me on the arm and said "So she's all yours"
I ran up the stairs two at a time, was I mad? was I jealous? was I sorry? But I sure was horny. As I pushed back the door the light from the hall filled the darkened room and there naked on the bed lay Jessica. She looked so beautiful, her hair in disarray and her body glistening with its thin gloss of perspiration. She opened her eyes, looking at me like a little girl that has just found her long lost puppy, and she smiled. My heart was racing and my groin aching. I guess the stranger was right, she was all mine.
