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by tonytony3 This is about a "one nighter" my wife had before we met. It's a mostly true story (except for the parts that aren't). * * * * * Sue at the time of this story was divorced,. She had been engaged to Vincent, a man she'd been dating for a year. Then she learned Vincent was cheating on her! (Comment by Tony: he had to be the dumbest guy in the world. Now I'm married to Sue, and he isn't.) Sue's a psychologist. She was teaching some night grad school classes at Boston University in addition to her daytime practice to both fill time and make money. After a particularly stressful class (teaching graduate school psych students does have its moments) she stopped at the Newton Marriott for a drink before going home to take Max, her Husky, for his nightly walk. Sue fell into conversation with Frank, a guy who was at the end of his first day of a three day seminar being held at one of the companies along Boston's Route 128. Their conversation went on for an hour and a half. Frank was charming, a trait said to be not often found among those of us technically trained, a good listener, and fun to be with. "I have to go now," Sue told him, "or my dog will never forgive me. Even worse, he'll take revenge and use the rug." Frank walked with her toward her car. "I'm sorry you have to go, you're made what had been an awful and lonely evening really nice," he told her. She clicked the car's remote and her Audi's lights flashed a welcome back message. Frank opened the door for her. "Frank, I liked tonight too, it was a wonderful diversion." Frank had been holding her elbow to help her in the car, and it was natural that she turned to him. His hand, on her elbow, moved to her back with the skill of a dancer, leading her partner. She turned, their lips met. That kiss started as a friendly good-bye. But she held him, and he, her, a little tighter, and Sue felt his tongue touch her lips. Somehow, her lips opened and the kiss went from casual to intense. And one kiss flowed into another, then another. "Come back inside," he pleaded between kisses. "I have to take care of Max. . ." Frank, gentle Frank, said "I know, I know. You have to go," but with one hand he took her arm, and moved her hand from the small of his back to his hip, then let his hand move along her arm to her wrist, and moved her hand across his pelvis, to his crotch. "I know you have to go, but I wish you could stay," he said, holding her to him, so she could feel his excitement, then realizing she wasn't fighting him, wasn't pulling away, and instead was stroking him, feeling his length along his leg. The moment passed. "I have to go now," she told him. The embrace broke, and he held the car door open as she sat down. "Goodnight, Sue. I loved meeting you." "Frank, I liked it too." "I have another night here, tomorrow night," he said. "I leave for home after that, the day after tomorrow. Uh, could you come here tomorrow?" "Maybe." "That would be great, is it a date, what time could you be here?" "I'm not sure, but if I come it'll be around 9." "Why so late? Come earlier, I'll take you to dinner." "I have other things I have to do first, Frank. If I do come, and I'm not promising that I will, it has to be later." "I'll be waiting." "It's not a promise, you know." "I know, but I'm hoping," he said. She closed the door, and drove away. Sue was just not sure if she should go back to the Marriott. Frank was sweet, not at all pushy, a gentleman, but there would be no future with him. If she went there it would be just a fling, a distraction in her busy newly empty life. But, he did make her feel good. She says she wasn't sure, but deep within she knew she'd be going back. She liked him, his personality, and his gentle manner toward her. It was giving her confidence in herself again After the next day's work she went home, played with Max for a while, walked him, and told her dog all about this guy she was thinking of meeting. Max was attentive, his tail was wagging, and wagged harder when she asked "Do you mind if I go out for a couple of hours, Max?" How could she not go? She wanted to, her dog wanted her to, and she was sure Frank wanted her to, also. Sue took a quick shower, and laid out clothing. Skirt, blouse, pretty matching slip and bra and panties. "I know what's going to happen," she told herself as she dressed and perfumed herself. "I know what's going to happen, and I'm going anyway." She arrived a few minutes after 9, to see Frank at the bar, eyes focused on the door, but not the one she came through. She walked behind him, and said to his back "Did you really think I wouldn't come?" He jerked around --`"You're here. I was hoping you'd come. You look wonderful!" He embraced and kissed her, an innocent welcoming kiss, then led her to a table, and waved the waitress over. "The lady'll have a vodka martini -- that's right, isn't it, that's what you had last night?" It was, and Sue thought it was charming that he remembered something so incidental. Nine thirty turned to ten, then ten thirty. The conversation flowed, the lounge was warm and comfortable. There came a moment when Sue wanted to look at her watch, and realized they had been holding hands across the table. She looked to the side, there was a dimly lit clock in the lounge. Frank noticed. "It is getting late, Sue. Do you have to go home to take care of your dog?" "Max is OK, Frank. Are you wanting me to go so you can be rested for your seminar tomorrow?" "Oh no, no. I'd like you to stay, a long as you can." "I want to stay longer, too." "Uh, Sue, are you hungry? Would you like a little something to eat, or another drink?" "I think the restaurant's closed, Frank, but another Martini would be nice." "Yeah, the restaurant is closed, you're right. Of course, room service is still available. . . " A few seconds passed while she looked at him. Room service. His room. She expected that. She wanted that, for that matter, even if it wasn't a good idea. Sue just didn't have casual relationships, recreational sex.. But she knew how she was feeling about her broken off relationship, too, and how nice it was to hold this man, this Frank, and how good it made her feel to find a man responding to her as Frank did, She squeezed his hand a little tighter. "Your room, Frank?" "Yeah, Sue, my room. I'd love to go there with you, Sue." She waited a moment. "I don't do casual sex," she thought. But Frank was nice, gentle. She liked him. "I think I'd like that, Frank." Not another word was spoken. The bar waitress came by at his signal, and offered a check. He scrawled his name and room number on it, stood, and held out his hand. Sue took it. Hand and hand they left the bar, hand in hand they went to the elevator, rode quietly to the fourth floor, and walked to his room. And into it. Two double beds, the room neat, his clothes folded. There was nothing dissident in the environment, nothing that suggested it was wrong for her to be there. "I don't do things like this, Frank." "Neither do I, Sue." He took off his suit coat, carefully hung it. "I'll call room service for another round of drinks." "Good, I'd like that. Can I use the bathroom?" She went in, looked at his toiletries neatly laid out, the one used bathroom towel folded on the towel rack: a neat man. She washed her hands, added a spray of perfume to her neck, and thought about what was going to happen. She couldn't have been in the bathroom for more than a few minutes when she heard a knock on the outside door, and a muted call "room service." A few seconds later she heard Frank knock on the bathroom door. "Our drinks are here, the coast is clear." "I need a few more minutes" she said to the door. "Why pretend?" she asked herself. "Why not make this as erotic as I can for him, and for me? We both deserve it. And that damned Vincent doesn't!" It took her only a minute to remove blouse, and skirt, and slip, and bra, and panties. Only a minute to wrap a towel around her body. Only a minute to go to the door, take a deep breath, and open it. Frank was sitting at the small desk, coat off, tie off, shirt loosened at the collar, with his drink to his lips. His eyes widened as he first saw her: "Oh, I hoped, I didn't expect. . ." "Where's my drink, Frank?" "Right here --" he stood, and brought it to her. She raised it to her lips, took a big swallow, and looked at him. "This is what you wanted, what you expected, isn't it?" "What I wanted, yes, what I expected, no, what I hoped for, yes." He took the drink from her hand, put it on the dresser, and embraced her, holding her tightly, his lips searching for hers. "Wait, before you, before we, do anything, Frank, please. . ." "Anything -- what do you want?" She moved away from him, turned off the harsh floor lamp, so the room was lit only by the light spilling through the bathroom door. "Would you call the desk, and. .." "Call the desk? Why?" "Ask them to call the room at 5, OK? So I have time to go home and get ready for work and all?" He turned to the phone, pressed a key. "A 5 AM wakeup for room 415, please. Yes, cancel the 7 o'clock one." And turned to Sue. "More time with you than I could have prayed for," he said, and she was in his arms again, and this time their lips did meet, and their mouths did open, and there was an exchange of fluids, the first exchange, but not the last one. "Let's uncover the bed," he said. They moved to either side of the bed, there was a cooperative pulling away of the cover and blanket and sheet, leaving the bed open and welcoming. Frank reached across the bed toward Sue. She knelt on the bed, took his hand, and he met her, kneeling also, in an embrace, a kiss. The kneeling together became a laying together, arms entwined, mouths joined, a pulling, a pressing, each feeling the other's excitement. Sue let her hand move from his back, to his hip, to his front, again feeling that heat, that size. Frank's hand went down her thigh, found her knee, and moved up her leg, onto her hip, under the towel. She fumbled for a moment with his belt. "Wait," he said. He rolled to the side of the bed, reached down, got shoes and socks off. Then stood, facing her, and finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it down his arms, and off. Belt open, waist band clasp released, fly unzipped. He watched her as he gripped slacks and briefs, and pushed them down, and stepped out of them. She looked at this man, naked in front of her, his penis erect in front of her, bobbing with each beat of his heart. "Now, you." "Yes," she said, and knelt again on the bed, pulled at the towel, releasing the tuck under her arm. At it fell free, too. These two people, both nude, one standing, one kneeling, became two people, prone, side by side, touching, exploring, fingers probing. "I need to be in you now," he whispered through his kiss. "I'm ready for you," she replied the same way. He pushed her onto her back: moved between her legs in that classic position. It was as though they had done this together forever - he moved, she rolled her hips, his cock found those lips, and with the slightest pressure parted them, and he was in her. They moved in that timeless rhythm, enjoying the sensations of each other, the sight of pelvises wet with their moisture, the sweat on each other's face as they labored. "Frank, I need to be on top. Will you let me be on top?" Not responding in words, he rolled, pulling her, so that in a moment she was squatting over his penis, fucking him. She had told him during their conversations about Vincent, about his cheating on her. "You're fucking Vincent, aren't you?" he wanted to know. "No, but I'm fucking what he did to me." Soon she was again on her back, he was doing what he wanted, and what she wanted, and his actions give her a minor orgasm, and soon, a second one. "You maintain an erection a long time, Frank," she whispered, "or is it that I don't excite you that much?" "I want to please you, that's why I'm holding off." "Please me by letting yourself go: I've been pleased and pleasured by you already." She pushed her hips into his pelvis: "Let yourself go, give it to me!" Frank took her hands, held her wrists above her head, and pushed deep in, his pelvis hard against hers. "Pull out a little," she said, looking between them. "Pull out, look there, look at you, at me, how wet we are. Do it, come!" He held her helpless under him, fucked her, one hard push, another, another. Then, partially out, and quickly in again. "I feel you growing, I feel you coming," she said, feeling those little pushes, as his instincts worked to drive his sperm deep in her. Then he was done: buried in her, the last waves of orgasm washing over him, and finally, exhausted, he pulled out, lay beside her. "Wonderful: you're wonderful, and I'm all used up. Thank you, Sue." They held each other for a few minutes, as his pulse rate came back to double digits. "Frank?" "Yes, lover?" "Frank, have you ever had multiple orgasms, like the ones you gave to me?" "No, that doesn't happen to men, Sue." "Hey mister, you're talking to a psychologist. I know better. Men can have them too, if they want them." "Never -- not me, not after great sex like we just had." "Are you saying you don't want to try, or that you think you'd fail?" "Oh, with you, I'd try, I'd try until morning, but it wouldn't happen." She took his hand. "Come on, you're not going to sleep, not yet." "What?" "Come with me, come to the shower." She pulled him from the bed, into the bath room, and with him standing there, nude, and flaccid, got the water running at the right temperature. "Come in with me." It was an erotic shower, washing, being washed, touching, being touched, until at the end Frank's penis was not quite soft, not quite hard -- he had the start of another erection. Drying each other took only a moment or two. "Let's uncover the clean bed," Sue said, pulling at the covers, getting a little help from him. "Get in the middle of the bed, Frank." He did, and she lay beside him. "I learned something about you when we were in the other bed, and you were holding my hands above my head, holding me helpless while you came. Do you remember?" "I do, that was very erotic." "Put your hands over your head, spread yourself out, like you held me, Frank." He did. "Now, take a couple of deep breaths, stretch way out, and relax. "And Frank, close your eyes, OK?" "OK, I will." She moved a little, and looked at this man, on his back, spread out, and bent down. "Do you feel that?" "I do." "What do you feel?" "I don't know, but it's delicious!" "It's my hair, Frank, touching your belly. Do you like that -- no, don't move, keep your hands up there for now." "I do like it. I want to see what you're doing." "No, no, you have to keep your eyes closed." "Now, do you feel this?" "Oh, oh yes, I do. Sue, it feels like -- is that your tongue?" "Mmm, it is, and your cock is growing, can you feel that?" "Oh yes, I can." "Then, you should be able to feel this," and she opened her mouth, and took the head of his penis into it, teasing its head, encouraging it to grow. "Oh, Sue, that's getting to me!" "Bring one hand down here, give it to me." His right hand came down, its fingers caressing her cheek. She folded her hand over his, and guided it to his cock, forced his fingers around it. "What do you think of, Frank, when you masturbate? Do you think of a sexy woman, do you think of picking up a new woman, or a sexy story, what?" "Oral sex: I like to think of oral sex when I masturbate." "Good." "Keep you eyes closed, Frank, -- " her hand was moving his up and down, masturbating him. She moved again -- "I'm going to kiss the back of your hand, Frank, can you feel that?" "I can!" "And now, I'll kiss your fingers and thumb, and your cock. Can you feel that?" He was masturbating into her mouth, and now his erection was complete again. "How do you want to come, Frank, in me?" His hand was moving now without supervision. "Almost like this, but I want you to hold my cock. I'd love you to masturbate me." Sue moved again, and his hand put hers around him, and taught her how he liked to be touched. "Do it like that, but I want to please you, too", he said, panting. "You don't have to please me," Sue told him, but he had other ideas. He reached and pulled at her, so that they were beside each other, then pulled her leg over his head. He reached up, arms around her legs, his fingers found her lips, and pulled them apart, exposing her clit, the moist pink inside of her, and he lifted his head, so his mouth covered her the same way hers covered him. "Like this," he said. "I want to come, I want you to come, like this!" Sue felt his pulse, his pumping, deep in his cock, and tasted him, just as his tongue pushed her over the edge too. Mutual orgasms. It doesn't get better than that. "Told you," she said a couple of minutes later. "Told you you could have more than one," as they kissed, each tasting themselves on the other's lips, "I told you. . . " And they slept. Too soon, the phone rang. "It's 5 AM sir," the automatic voice said. "It's 5, Sue." "Do you get morning erections, Frank?" "I do now, yes. I never expected that, not after last night." In a moment she was under him, her arms above her head, her wrists being held tightly, her pelvis hard against his, and Frank found he could have three orgasms in 6 hours. Sue left him then, pulled on her clothes, went home. She walked Max, and found herself crying: "I don't do casual sex, I won't let what happened between me and Vincent let me do what I just did again," she sobbed through her tears. It wasn't long after that when we met, and 18 months later we got married. And not too long after that that we found we could play sex games and use it to augment our own lives: that may seem to be casual sex on one level, but not to us. Each time we've played hot wife games our own sex became better. Hey, readers. if you know a man named Frank -- that was his name -- who was trained as an engineer and who would be about 50 now, send this story to him: he could have been the man Sue's told me about! And Frank, if you're reading this, you'll know it's about you. You gave us fodder for lots of erotic nights. When you think of what happened that night, when you remember how Sue looked, what you did with each other, realize we think about it too. |
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