I watched as my wife slammed down both of our glasses of champagne, and I knew it was going to be another sad New Year's Eve. Earlier in the evening, when she was tipsy from a couple of strong drinks, she had hinted that she might be in the mood for sex. She justified her near willingness by pointing out that Christmas was behind us and my birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks, so she aught to do her wifely duty.

A couple more strong drinks had followed, and with the champagne on top of it, she was likely to be in bed asleep before I could get the house locked up. That was assuming she stayed awake for the three block drive home. I took a sip of my water and wished her a Happy New Year.

We stayed at the bar for another half hour. She was having trouble staying awake, and it was time for me to take her home. I helped her with her coat, and we headed outside.

We live in a small town. It's a given that our small town cop would be out harassing drunks, especially on New year's Eve. That was most of the reason why I had switched to water early in the evening. I was surprised to see our new young cop was looking to write tickets in the parking lot at the bar.

It was worse than that. There weren't that many cars in the lot. Although a few people had driven with designated drivers, the bar had arranged for pick-up and drop-off for any locals that wanted a ride. The van driver was the younger nephew of the bar owner. While the seventeen year old kid hadn't had a drop to drink, the cop was ticketing him for a curfew violation.

The bar owner was arguing that the kid was good until two o'clock, but the cop wasn't listening. The cop suggested that they could take the issue up with a judge. We all watched in shock as he cuffed the kid, dumped him in the back of the squad car, and then left to deliver the kid home to his parents.

We bystanders all offered our support to the bar owner, and promised to be there at the court date. He thanked us all, but said what he really needed was a sober driver to take all the drunks home. Most of us laughed with him. I looked at my drunk and nearly sleeping wife, and volunteered.

I can't even begin to guess what was up with the cop. He definitely was trying to make a point of some sort. In the course of delivering twenty of my neighbors home, he stopped me twice and made me take a field sobriety test each time. Both times, he pulled me over for 'suspicious activity'. He threatened me the second time saying that if he saw me driving on that street again, he would ticket me under the 'cruising ordinance'.

With only three neighbors to go, he tried to ticket me and the bar owner for running an illegal taxi service. When we demanded to see the ordinance, he backed off.

I had delivered the last person home, returned the van to the bar, and was nearly home myself when my cell phone rang. I actually pulled into my driveway and put the car in park before I answered the phone, simply because I knew that if the cop saw me, he would try to ticket me for distracted driving.

The call was from the bar owner. In the middle of cleaning up, he had discovered another drunk asleep in a corner. He begged me to come get rid of the guy before the cop showed up and ticketed him for being open after hours. I laughed, but agreed.

Amazingly, we were able to walk the drunk guy out of the bar an get him into my car without any problems. The guy was slurring his speech too much for me to understand, but he let me take out his wallet to get his address. He didn't have any keys. All I could do was hope his license was current and accurate.

The drunk guy kind of woke up as I pulled into his driveway. He recognized the house and I think he said, "Get me into the kitchen, and my wife will take care of me." It might have been, "Cats make good stitchin', my wife has hair with fleas." The house looked dark, so I wasn't so sure he was right either way.

Just as I helped him out of the car, first a car pulled in behind mine, and then the cop drove by real slow. The drunk and I stood and waited to see what would happen. The cop kept going, and a woman hopped out of the car.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry I'm late, how drunk is he, was he any trouble?" she said in a rush.

"No trouble at all, but I can't quite understand him, and I wasn't sure this was the right place," I answered.

She saw that he was mostly leaning on me, and she asked, "Can you walk him inside? Since you've got him, it will be easier. Please?"

The drunk answered, but I'm not sure what he said. It sounded like, "That's my wife. She'll take care of things. She likes the shoes of a guy and I wear a watch."

"If you'll sneak past us and get the door, I've got him," I answered her. She smiled and slipped by.

She opened the door and turned on a light. I didn't exactly look, but I noticed that she was a good looking woman. She was wearing jeans, a nurse's scrub top, and a light jacket. Her half smile turned to a look of concern as I walked the guy in.

"He's drunker than I thought," she said. "Normally, I would just put him on the couch, but, if you don't mind, would you be willing to get him upstairs?"

She turned on a couple more lights as she led the way. He seemed to wake up a bit as we went up the stairs. He pulled me to a stop and gave me an earnest look.

I'm pretty sure he said, "I've got imbalance problems." For some reason, he put his hand by his crotch and stuck his pointer finger out straight. He looked sad as he let the finger droop and curl as he said, "Gats down my wife for good."

I looked to her to see if she understood. I think she did, and she was blushing furiously.

"Kazhar mice pox and shoes you," he said. With a drunken smile, he straightened his finger and raised his hand between us. "She does served stuffy happy," he slurred. With a reassuring smile, he fell back against me and started staggering forward.

The wife's face was burning as we helped him onto their bed. She wouldn't look me in the face as we pulled back the covers and got his shoes off. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

There was something about her crooked smile that piqued my curiosity.

"Do I want to know?" I asked as we finished covering him up.

"What?" she gasped as her faced turned even redder.

"I didn't understand any of what he said. Do you want to translate?"

"Oh," she exclaimed. "I thought..."

She stopped and looked at me expectantly. Maybe I'm dense, but it mostly seemed like gibberish to me. She unconsciously straightened her index finger as she waited for me to make the connection. I guess that part made sense, but not her embarrassment.

Her eyes drifted down to her hand as she realized what she had done.

"He has some medical issues, and he can't stay hard," she fumbled to explain.

"I guess I got that part," I offered. I felt bad for them, but it wasn't my place to apologize.

"He thinks I should choose you," she said. Her face reddened again.

"Choose?" I asked, forgetting that I should at least try to sound smart once in a while.

Her eyes flicked to my face and then away again as the crooked smile brushed her lips again.

"His problem developed about five years ago," she said. "I love him, and I won't leave him, but he knows I get frustrated."

I almost told her how three years with no outlet has frustrated me, but I knew better than to interrupt.

"When it gets bad, we schedule a weekend getaway down to the city. We go sit in a bar, and he decides which men he might offer to me. I don't always choose one, but if I do, we see if we can seduce him back to the room for some fun."

Her eyes danced to my face and away again and she almost unconsciously stroked her extended finger.

"He thinks I should choose you," she said softly. Her face turned redder than ever.

"You thought I was asking..." I started to say. I paused for a breath. "Will you choose me?"

Her eyes were glued to the floor.

"You are good enough looking, and you've been more of a gentleman for the last ten minutes than most I have chosen..."

"But?" I had to ask, even though I didn't want to hear the answer.

"We never stay at the same hotel, and we never go to the same bar," she said. I could hear the tears in her voice. "we never give the guy any way to know who we are or how to contact us. We've talked of looking for a better solution, but I'm not sure we're ready yet."

She frowned as she looked up at me.

"You must live here in town. You must have... You probably have somewhere you should be."

I tried to not sound bitter. "Not five blocks from here my drunk wife is sound asleep. She stopped wanting sex three years ago. She says I can have an affair, as long as the woman isn't single, or young..."

"Or pretty?" she added to the sentence I had cut short.

"If I include that, then I couldn't choose you," I said with a smile. The crooked smile formed on her lips.

"Now you're the one doing the choosing?" she teased. Her tongue snuck out to wet her lips as she looked me straight in the eye. "I argue proximity, and you double down on a sympathy argument. Is that all we've got?"

"That's mostly it," I said.

Her body tensed. She wanted another argument to tip the scales. The air around us became charged with our needs.

"Mostly?" she asked, barely breathing.

I shrugged, trying to make it look natural. My eyes flicked to her sleeping husband on the bed for just a moment.

"I think I was told to do this," I said as I stepped in and kissed her expectant lips. Her arms slid around my neck and she pulled her body to mine. My hands wrapped around her hips and I gave her butt a squeeze as I offered my body to hers. We kissed each other hungrily until we were breathless.

I smiled as our lips parted. Neither of us let go.

"That's all the arguments I have," I informed her. "Have you any more?"

The crooked smile returned.

"Just this one," she said as she used her hips to push me slightly away. Her smile spread, and then suddenly her knee was racing up toward my crotch.

I was too shocked to think. My reaction time was quick, and my hips thrust back fast enough to save me from injury.

My momentum was also carrying my body away from hers. I never expected her second assault. I was bending at the waist to avoid her knee, and she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and used my momentum to pull it up over my head, trapping my arms.

I had no idea what her next attack would be, and I didn't like being helpless to defend myself. The shirt I was wearing was a button-front flannel shirt. There was no way to pull it back down, so it had to come off. I thrashed around and quickly threw it aside.

I had barely stood up when her body crashed into mine. I was too shocked to do anything but catch her as her lips crushed to my face and her naked breasts pressed into my chest. Her fingers turned my head as her tongue invaded my mouth. We both moaned in need as my hand raced up and confirmed that her breasts were bare. Her kiss was much more aggressive than mine had been, and soon enough, we were breathless again.

"That's a powerful argument," I gasped as we stopped to breath again.

"As is this," she suggested as her hand dove into my pants and her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft. We both struggled to breathe as her fingers took my measure.

"Although it's more subtle, I am sure this is more powerful still," I teased as my hand slid into her pants. My finger missed the edge and ended up sliding over her panties. If they weren't drenched before hand, they certainly were wet after I pressed them against her lower lips. I eased back and tried again. She opened her legs for me, and my fingers played in the wetness on her outer lips.

We kissed again, and then she turned to pull me out of the room.

"Come with me," she instructed. Her hand in my pants never let go.

"Anywhere," I laughed, and then added, "But I should make you cum a couple of times before we cum together."

"You better have action to match those words," she laughed. "Don't go anywhere," she commanded as we stepped into a smaller bedroom and she finally let go.

She apologized for the unmade bed in the room, stating that their son and his fiance had been visiting and she hadn't had time to remake the bed. I promised her that the apology was not needed as I helped her put a mattress cover and fitted sheet on the bed. I pulled her back into my arms before she could reach for the top sheet and blanket.

"We would just kick those onto the floor," I teased as I kissed her again. She moaned into the kiss, and then gently pushed me away.

With a teasing smile, she stated, "I need to see what I'm choosing."

She made short work of my belt, button and zipper. She smiled up at me as she pushed me to sit on the bed. At the same time, she dropped to her knees as she pushed my pants and boxers down. With practiced efficiency, she stripped my clothes off me and then she paused before reaching for my cock.

Her whole attention was focused on it. She gently slid one hand underneath while the other wrapped around the shaft. She leaned in and gently kissed it before looking shyly up to my face.

"May I...?" she started to ask, but she was afraid to go further.

"You can do anything you want," I suggested. "I would prefer if you didn't use your teeth, and I'll stop you before I get close. I think I made you a promise, and if I lose control now, I won't be able to keep it."

Her pleased smile suggested that I had exactly answered the question she was asking. Her eyes quickly focused on my cock, and then her mouth descended onto my shaft.

Both of us moaned in pleasure as she tested my hardness with her tongue and lips. I gasped and she grunted as she tested my length against the back of her throat. She managed to relax and deep throat my cock as she bobbed up and down. She gasped as she lifted her head and she gave me a commanding look.

"I need to feel this between my legs," she said, even though she didn't move to make it happen. Her look hardened. "I plan to come back to this and let you fill my mouth," she informed me. "When I do, I expect you to force me deeper."

Her eyes issued a challenge as she pulled my cock back into her mouth and let it slide deep into her throat. I matched her challenging look as I slid my hand into her hair. I grabbed a handful and pushed her head down. Her eyes rolled closed in pleasure, and I gave her three hard thrusts before letting her loose. Her body seemed to tremble in orgasmic release as she clung to my cock. She kept the head deep on her tongue as she struggled to breathe heavily through her nose.

As the trembling stopped, she swallowed, drew her lips up my shaft, and then swallowed again. Her eyes were full of need when she finally looked up at me.

"I release you from your promise," she said. "Do that again, but don't stop until you've finished," she demanded quietly.

For half of a moment I was tempted to give in to her demand.

"I need to know more than just your mouth before I finish for the night," I suggested.

She allowed me to use the grip in her hair to pull her into a kiss and together we stood. She gave me the naughtiest of smirks as I started kissing my way down her body.

"My mouth says we're going to like how you feel inside me," she laughed as she showed me the hidden ties on her pants. It made sense that they were more like the nurse's top she had been wearing than normal jeans would have been, but at the time, all I cared about was getting them off of her.

Without missing a beat, she added, "You might be too big for the backside."

I actually stopped to look at her to see if she was serious. Her beaming smile insisted that she was and that she intended to experiment to be sure. I gave her a wry look to accept that I was willing to give her anything she asked for. I released the last tie and pulled her pants and panties down over her hips.

"I need to see what I am choosing," I teased.

She laughed at my use of her words, and we made her clothes disappear. She sat on the edge of the bed and she was waiting as I paused short.

"May I...?" I asked, just as she had.

"You know damn well that you can," she laughed. Her smile turned seriously naughty. "Use your teeth. Make me lose control."

My only answer was to focus my attention on the open femininity before me.

Her outer lips were swollen and were spread wide to invite me in. I started by teasing their outer edges. I ran the tip of my nose from the bottom to the top, keeping it on the soft dry skin. She was silky smooth along the sides with just a hint of stubble on the skin near the top. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and its softness tickled my nose.

She groaned in need as I teased up and down both sides a couple of times. She grabbed my head and tried to force me to the center, but she allowed me to resist her efforts.

Her inner lips had several folds that glistened with her arousal. I could smell the difference between the dry heat of her outer lips and the tangy, inner moisture that yearned for my attention. I let my tongue trace the line between them, and she groaned in need. She tried a little harder to steer me towards her goal.

The outer edges tasted musky with a faint saltiness. Those flavors quickly gave way to the slippery sweetness of the inner lips. I circled in and lapped up those flavors. While my tongue was moving quickly in wide swaths, I was not giving any pressure to the strokes. She growled in frustration and started thrusting her hips forward to fulfill her own needs.

I started meeting her thrusts with my tongue. I pushed it wide and deep into her and then drove the tip up just short of her clitoris with each of her thrusts. She gave a different growl of approval and started thrusting harder. Her opening flooded with sweet smelling warmth that was savory on my tongue.

I varied the depth of my thrusts, and moved from side to side, and I could taste her arousal growing. I knew I had her where I wanted her when she started trying to pull my head higher. With each down stroke, I allowed the tip of my nose to press down onto the hood of her clit, but with each thrust, I stopped from letting my tongue reach it. She turned her groans into pleas for release.

She felt me shift to move and I pressed two fingers to her opening. I let her feel them tease at the edge of penetration.

"Both!" she cried out. "Both hands!"

I hoped that I understood her earlier comment and her need. I turned my other hand and pressed my thumb against her nether hole. There was plenty of wetness to allow me to tease my thumb around that opening.

"Please!" she cried out in need.

For a moment, I considered prolonging her torture. With her next thrust, I pressed with my thumb, and she easily took it inside. I also thrust my fingers into her pussy. It was a tight fit, and it soon got tighter. I caught the hood of her clitoris with my teeth and mercilessly drove my tongue against it. Her body exploded into her orgasm.

She cried out in release and then she continued to call out her pleasure with each trust of her hips. I met each of her thrusts by plunging my fingers and thumb in and out. I tried to keep hold of her clit, but my need to taste her sweet release led me to plunging my tongue down next to my fingers. With each thrust of her hips, I swirled my tongue into her opening to lap up her flavors. As her hips fell, my tongue raced back up to catch her clit again.

We continued for thrust after thrust until she finally lifted her hips and held them raised. With a huge sigh of release, she collapsed and melted into the bed. Only then did I notice that I had barely been able to breathe. I started gulping in fresh air as I collapsed with my head on her stomach.

A couple of minutes went by before she took a deep breath and then tostled my hair. I lifted my head and smiled up at her. She sat and pulled me into a kiss.

At first the kiss was passionate, but gentle. With a sound that was nearly a giggle, she switched to licking my face between kisses. I nearly laughed with her as she enjoyed her own wetness on my face. Suddenly she stopped kissing me and she looked deep into my eyes. The naughty smile had returned.

"Some of the things that I like are very naughty," she teased as she pulled my hand up to her face. Her eyes briefly studied the wetness clinging to my fingers and then she pulled them into her mouth. As she sucked on them and her tongue swirled around, her eyes looked to mine for approval. I smiled at her pleasure.

She kissed me again, and then pulled back with the naughty look.

"You'll let me know if I ask too much," she stated as she pulled my other hand to her face. Her eyes never left mine as she sucked my thumb in and swirled her tongue around the flavors she found.

I gave the slightest of head shakes as I pushed her back down onto the bed. Her eyes were worried that she had gone too far.

I moved with her as I pushed her back, and my body hovered over hers as I smiled into her worried eyes.

"There may be no such thing as too naughty," I suggested. "Sometimes we need traditional as well," I reminded her.

I dropped my hips and pressed my cock between her lower lips. She gasped and lifted her hips, and I seemed to slide right into her entrance. As I pressed forward into her tightness, I pressed my lips to hers and let my tongue invade where my thumb had just been.

Her tongue slammed into mine and we shared the dusky flavor between us. Her hips slammed into mine and suddenly we were off to the races. Her insides started rolling along my cock in counterpoint to our thrusting, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Fuck!" she cried out. "Cum with me! Fill me now!" she commanded.

I had no choice but to obey.

The flood gates opened as months and years of frustration poured out of me. She took it all and demanded more. I gave her everything until there was nothing left to give. She stole one last gentle kiss as I melted on top of her.

For a long while, she let me lay on top of her as we both caught our breath. Eventually, she took a deep breath and then she nuzzled my neck and kissed me. I took a deep breath, and struggled to open my eyes as I lifted my head. The naughty smile had returned. We shared a light kiss.

"Didn't you promise to give that to me in a different way," she teased.

"I didn't promise," I answered. "I had to choose which of your demands to fill."

She smiled and pushed my shoulder to roll me over and off of her body. I resisted for a bit, but then let it happen when I felt that she planned to follow me over.

"I want to taste that too," she informed me as I relaxed into the bed.

She took her time as she kissed her way down my body. I gently played with her hair as she kissed from my ribs down to my hips. For all of her declarations, her first taste of the puddled wetness was tentative. She moaned softly and her eyes closed as she flattened her tongue to lap up every drop.

"You aren't as sweet as my husband, but we taste really good together," she decided.

I smiled at her, but shrugged.

"What does that mean," she teased as she moved lower to lick my scrotum.

I fought the urge to shrug again and failed. She mock glared at me, so I gave her an answer.

"Call me a prude if you wish," I said. "I am naughty enough that there is not a part of your body that I wouldn't touch or taste to make you happy." She shivered with a smile as she clenched her butt cheeks.

"But I have no desire to taste my own release," I continued. "Maybe I'm too homophobic or something, but I will let you enjoy that all to yourself."

Her eyes clouded for a moment, but she continued to use her tongue to chase down every bit of our flavors.

"Does that bother you?" I asked as I gently caressed her cheek.

"Not at all," she demurred. Her eyes flicked away for a moment. "I was just thinking of something else."

As I tried to decide if I should pursue the issue, she abruptly changed the subject. Her eyes were clear as they jumped back to mine.

"Can you stay and hold me for a while?" she asked. "Do you like to snuggle after sex?" she added.

"I have no where else to be for a while," I said with a smile.

She leaned over and grabbed the top sheet to cover us and then she let me pull her into my arms. As we spooned together, I started to gently nuzzle and kiss her neck. I felt her relax in pleasure as she pulled my arms around her body.

We cuddled together for several minutes. I was just about to fall asleep when she turned in my arms and gave me a thoughtful look.

"I should let you sleep," she suggested.

"As opposed to?" I asked.

"I should send you away, sooner or later," she said softly. In a slightly louder voice, she said, "I wouldn't mind using you one last time before you go."

There was a odd tone in her voice that I nearly didn't recognize.

"You make it sound very final," I suggested. I thought we were considering an on-going thing, and I wondered what I had done wrong. I knew I had screwed up when her eyes dropped to my chest. I lifted her chin and gently kissed her.

"Will you tell me what I did wrong, or will I have to suffer the rest of my life wondering?" I asked.

Although I was still on my side beside her, and she was on her back, she pulled me into a hug with her forehead pressed against mine, but she didn't answer. I guess that was my answer.

I was relieved when she finally said, "I don't want to change who you are."

"Which part of me don't you like, then?" I asked gently, trying to keep my tone light.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she put her hand on my chest as she shook her head. "Please don't," she pleaded softly.

I tried to wait her out, and I was rewarded with a sad smile.

"I liked all of your parts, and how we used them," she started to say, but then stopped.

"But...?" I prompted.

She bit her lips together and then returned to the sad smile.

"There are things we would need to do," she said. I frowned as I tried to figure out what she was saying. She saw the frown and continued. "There is more to it than just the choosing. We enjoyed ourselves tonight, but it wouldn't always be like this. There's more to it. There are things we have to do after the choosing. Things that aren't normal. Things that your homophobic side won't like."

There was a tear that was tracking down her cheek, threatening to wet her lips. I gently brushed it away.

"Maybe 'homophobic' was the wrong word to use," I suggested. "How else would you define that aversion?"

She stole my mannerism and shrugged, so I continued.

"Although I am fairly straight, I am not really homophobic," I said. "How far do we need to push my straight limits to make things work?"

She frowned as she struggled to answer, but didn't say anything.

"Let's define a scale," I said lightly, and she looked up in puzzlement.

"At zero, I wouldn't even let another guy come into the room while we were having sex," I said with a smile. Her eyes got big as she tried to decide if I was that straight. I smiled and shook my head, and she almost smiled.

"At one, we let your husband come in and watch, but he can't say anything." She looked at me expectantly. Matching action to words, I asked, "Do you want him here to watch as I caress you? Do you want him watching as I tease your breasts? As I kiss your skin? As I taste your nipples? As I taste your lips?"

She moaned into our kiss. She pushed away as her hand raced down to hold my growing cock.

"Don't tease me," she moaned. "Tell me you would do that!"

I smiled and nodded, and she gave a lustful and happy sigh.

I turned her body a bit and slid in behind her to spoon again. She smiled as I opened up her body to display it to the imaginary person that was watching us.

"At two, he gets to interact a bit," I continued to say. I also continued kissing and touching her.

"Instead of silently watching, he is commenting on how beautiful you are, telling us how he likes watching you press your body back into my hands. He hears that moan of pleasure as I use my teeth on your shoulder, and he tells me to nibble lower to find a more sensitive spot that he knows you like."

"Here," she moaned as she pointed high on her breast near her armpit. I nibbled around and bit her there, and her body trembled.

"Does he want to see my cock push inside you?" I nearly begged.

"Yes!" she begged in return.

"Does he tell you to lift your leg so he can really see it happen?"

"Yes!"

I slid my hand to her inner thigh and lifted her leg as I pushed into her from behind. She guided me to slide between her swollen lips.

"Let him see!"

She quickly pulled her hand away to leave her pussy exposed.

She cried and trembled as we thrust together several times. She whimpered in need as I stopped. I turned her face to mine for a gentle kiss.

"Are we are three or four?" I joked.

"We need to go higher than that," she said softly. I could tell she wasn't joking.

I rolled my hips to slowly thrust into her. Her hands found mine, and she pulled them to slide on her skin, teasing her stomach and ribs and breasts.

"At three, he comes to sit on the bed beside us," I gauged. "Now you can see exactly where his eyes are. You can feel them on your skin, following my hands, watching you roll your hips to control our speed, watching your body react to my cock."

Her eyes drifted shut as she imagined the pleasure she would get. I kissed her neck and started thrusting harder.

"At four, his hands join mine on your body. His lips as well."

Her body shivered in delight as she imagined his contact.

"I can tell how much you like that," I teased, and she moaned. "We would work together to please you. He is sharing you with me, so it's only fair that I share you back. I cup your breast and lift it for him to kiss."

To match my words, I slid my hand up to lift her flesh. Her hand raced to her nipple and she pinched the raised center. She moaned as she imagined his teeth there instead of her fingers. We continued to rock and thrust together.

"Did your imagination stay in my comfort zone, or did it skip ahead?" I asked with a lazy laugh. Somehow, she managed to smile and shrug without breaking our rhythm. "He doesn't get to be naked until five," I explained.

"Really?" she laughed. "I'm pretty sure he's going to be naked at one," she teased. She turned to give me an expectant smile.

"I think there's a big difference between him sitting here kissing you while he's dressed and sitting here naked," I laughed, trying to sound indignant.

"And yet, you're still here," she pointed out.

"Only through six," I said with a shrug.

"What happens at six?" she begged breathlessly. She started throwing her hips back harder, and her breath trembled like she was ready to cum again. "Do I get to take him, use him?"

"What do you think?" I nearly growled as I started thrusting harder with her.

"Please say yes!" she cried. "He'll be hard, I swear he will. Fuck me while I suck his cock!"

"Not just yes, the answer is fuck yes!" I growled as we both picked up speed. She cried out in need. "Feel how your body wants a cock in each end," I gasped. "Feel how your pussy started trembling around my cock at just the thought of having his! Fuck, you are incredible! Take him! Take anything you want!"

She slapped a hand down between her legs and thrust her fingers in along side my driving cock. She was on the verge of exploding in orgasm as her hand raced back up. She sucked her fingers in and gave them a blow job as her orgasm took her. Her other hand shot down and grabbed the base of my cock and she pulled it hard.

I pushed in deep and froze to enjoy her trembling release. It took every bit of control that I had to hold back my own orgasm. I know it was selfish, but I wanted to be back on top of her, with only her and I and no imaginary lover, when I finished.

Slowly, she managed to find her way back to me. With a deep sigh, her whole body relaxed, and she settled back against me. With a gasp, she flexed her hips to test my hardness within her.

"Mmmm," she breathed. "Ready for seven?"

"I stop at six," I said with a quiet laugh.

"My husband won't," she replied. She also flexed her hips again, and used muscles inside to milk my cock. Suddenly, I was worried about the game I had started. Her entire body flexed in my arms, and I couldn't stop myself.

"What would he do?" I asked. I started using just my groin muscles to flex my cock inside her.

I could hear her smile as she answered.

"Seven depends on how six ended. Lets call one version seven aye. He would have been very happy if you had filled me with your cum."

Her body started to tremble harder as she imagined his actions.

"He would have lifted my leg and dove straight in to lick me." She nearly laughed as I wrinkled my nose. "He knows all too well how to make me cum again in minutes, and so much harder than even what we just did. He totally gets off on knowing that you just gave your all to please me, and then he can swoop in and show you how much better he can do it."

"Do you think he'll show me how to do that to you?" I asked lightly. "I like the way your body is trembling just thinking about it."

She laughed, and then changed the way she was moving inside against me. I don't know how to describe it except to say that she had been squeezing, and now she was squeezing and rolling along the length of my shaft, all without moving her hips.

"Seven bee," she laughed as I fell for her distraction, "starts with your hard cock inside me still."

"I like it," I said agreeably.

"His tongue finds its way to join it between my legs," she described. Her body quivered in need.

"I don't like it," I reminded her in a care free tone. I added a gentle thrust to our motions.

"I wish I could change your mind," she replied. She added yet another motion inside to tease my cock, and I was ready to give in to her any desire. Thankfully, she didn't make any demands.

"How can I describe to you the feeling?" she asked. "I love the feel of a talented tongue teasing me. I love the way the contact changes from soft to hard as it strokes into me. But a tongue doesn't fill me as deep as you are now!"

She arched her back and I pushed deeper into her. I let my strokes grow longer, but not harder or faster.

"I love how your cock fills me," she groaned. "I love how your hardness forces me open, and probes my depths. I love the smooth wet heat of a cock sliding over my lips and teasing my clit as well, but it's not the same as the friction of a tongue. It can't tease its way around my clit like a tongue can!"

Her nipples were getting harder by the moment, and I could feel her orgasm slowly building. I let my body continue as we had been doing, just to concentrate on her story.

"I'm addicted to both- a hard cock filling me and a skilled tongue teasing. Here's how I'll convince you," she moaned. "Let's change the fantasy a bit. My husband will move back over to the chair. He gets to watch everything."

"There is a nurse that I work with who has helped me out with my frustrations a time or two. She is a petite woman with natural red hair. She has small breasts with puffy nipples that I could tease for hours. The first hint of her true nature is the almost spicy tang of her sweet pussy."

I had no idea where she was going with this story, but I could feel her arousal continuing to build.

"Most of the time, she comes across as being quietly competent. She is well respected, and other nurses turn to her with any questions or doubts that they have. Once in a while, she gets riled up, and you better stay the hell out of her way. I have seen her successfully stand up to the worst patients."

Her voice faltered a bit.

"I love when she decides I am too sexually frustrated, and she pins me down to lick my pussy. She sits on my face, and I devour her sweetness while she makes me cum over and over and over again."

Her body shuddered to a stop, and I pressed into her and froze. She worked her inside muscles against my shaft as she spoke again.

"She might be the only person who can outlast you," she laughed, but then gasped at the pleasure she was giving herself on my cock. "When she gets in a mood and pulls out her strap-on, I know I'm in trouble!"

She started thrusting back against me, and we found our rhythm again. I could tell she was getting very close to cumming.

"I think my husband suspects that I have a lover, but he doesn't know for sure," she said. "She would strut in here all naked and ready, and he would smile to learn that it's been her. She would see you fucking me, and she'd come straight to us. She would turn to lay right on top of us with her pussy up here for us to share. She would force her head between my legs, and she'd get busy."

"At eight, she'd be licking just my upper lips and my clit. It would drive me crazy!"

While I struggled to shift to the new scale, she thrust her hand down between her legs and started teasing herself just as she had described the other woman would do.

"At nine, she's licking both of us! Fuck!"

She pushed her hand down to stroke her fingers against my shaft as she ground the heal of her palm into her clit. The orgasm that had been slowly building exploded to slowly wash over her. When her hand and body stopped moving, I continued to slowly force my cock in and out of her. Her orgasm nearly lasted forever.

She took a deep breath and released a long sigh when it ended.

"You were supposed to be banging me hard while she did that," she said. I could hear the smile in her tone. "At ten, she presses her tongue in next to your shaft while your orgasm pulses into me."

She let her body squirm against me, and she gave my cock a squeeze with her internal muscles.

"I'm going to have to talk to her, to see if I can arrange something," she promised. "I also want to taste your cock after she's cum on it."

I smiled and shook my head. It was a good fantasy, but I doubted it would ever come true.

She flexed and squeezed again. "I want to taste your cock while it's pulsing in my throat, too."

"Mmm," I agreed as I kissed her neck. That was a fantasy would could make happen.

She rolled in my arms, and my cock slid out of her. She gave me a quick kiss, and then slid down my body. She gave my cock a kiss, but kept sliding as she moved to stand up. She pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed, and then dropped to her knees between my legs.

Her eyes were very full of expectation as she looked up at me.

"I told you what I want," she said. "Squeeze my hair tight, and use me. Force it in deep, and don't stop until you cum."

"I don't think I would do that if it hurts you," I suggested.

"Do it," she commanded. "Make me cum."

I didn't think I could do it, but I couldn't disobey either. I slid my fingers into her hair and took a good grip. She whimpered in need, and her mouth opened wide with as much expectation as her eyes.

I could see the desire in her eyes as well. I hoped that I would be able to satisfy her.

"Put your tongue out," I growled.

Her eyes flared, either in anger or need, but she did as she was told. I pressed my wet cock against her tongue and let her taste her own flavors as I stroked against her. As I pressed deeper, she replaced her tongue with her lips so that her tongue could stroke and tease my shaft.

I moved slowly at first, working my way deeper and deeper into her mouth. When I reached the point of thrusting most of my cock into her, I tightened my grip in her hair and pushed all the way in. Her groan of raw pleasure sent electricity pulsing up my shaft. I could barely move as I held her there as long as I dared.

She whimpered in need when I eased my grip and pulled back to thrust again. She was breathing heavily through her nose, but her eyes looked up at me and begged for more. That look stole my ability to resist.

Her eyes drifted shut as I started thrusting faster. Her grip on the base my shaft tightened as she stroked it, but my focus was on the way her throat was constricting on the head of my cock with each thrust. I felt the pressure of my release building, and I knew it was time to give in to her demand.

The noise she made as I tightened my grip in her hair shot straight to my groin. The noise was a whimper of fear and a growl of expectation at the same time. I am scared to admit I would do almost anything to get the opportunity to make her make that noise again.

At the time, I didn't have time for any thoughts. I savagely pushed her head down onto my cock, and started thrusting hard. She let out an urgent moan that was cut off each time I slammed in deep. Her throat was convulsing against the head of my cock, and her tongue was rasping against the shaft. Her hand tightened on the base to pull me in deeper still, and I exploded.

I don't think I blacked out. My vision, or maybe just the focus of my mind, narrowed to just the feel of the heat pulsing out of my shaft, the pulsing of her throat to draw it out, and the tightening of her grip on my shaft.

As my vision slowly expanded, I became aware of the shaking of her body as an orgasm coursed through her. I could hear the wet smacking noise of the fingers of her other hand as they flew up and down in her pussy. My grip in her hair eased just a bit, and she pushed back to exhale loudly.

She gasped in a loud breath, and then managed to moan in pleasure as she swallowed the cum that continued to pulse out of my shaft. Her head started to bob up and down and her tongue rasped against my sensitive skin. My legs started to tremble as I fought the urge to escape the over-stimulation.

With a pleased chuckle, she eased back and gently used her tongue to sooth me while she milked every drop from the shaft. Her eyes were glassy with tears when she looked up at me, but they were brimming with satisfaction as well. I released her hair to slide my hand forward to caress her face. We held each other's eyes as we slowly caught our breath.

The naughty smile returned, and I was almost worried. She swallowed. With a teasing look, she opened her mouth wide to show me she had taken it all. She gently kissed my cock before she pushed up into my arms. The naughty smile remained.

"You liked how gently I cleaned your cock, didn't you?" she asked.

"Don't do it," I laughed. She could see that the answer was 'yes', and that I knew what she was planning to say. Her naughty smile said that she wasn't going to stop.

"At eleven, my naughty nurse friend would be pulling your cock from my pussy to lick us both clean."

"The scale stops at ten," I protested, but that only made her eyes shine brighter.

"At twelve, my husband won't wait for your cock to go soft before he pulls it out to clean it."

"That's not going to happen!" I protested louder. Thankfully, she smile softened.

"It has happened," she pointed out. She blushed a little. "It kind of weirded me out, and I think we can make him happy if we give him an eight."

I struggled to remember how far that would be letting him go.

"Eight isn't all that much more than the six that I would be good with," I relented, then added in protest, "but it's all too close to a nine."

"Six and nine should be close like that," she teased, but her expectant look wanted me to agree to her terms.

My head wanted to protest. It wanted me to use her own words against her, and remind her that she hadn't wanted to change who I was. My body felt the warmth of her body pressing against it, and it used that pleasure against me to win the argument for her.

She saw the acceptance in my eyes, and she eagerly pulled me into a kiss.

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An hour later, I tucked her in bed beside her sleeping husband. She barely woke up to kiss me goodbye.

I decided not to wake her up when I realized her car was behind mine in their driveway. I had no idea where her keys were, so I left a note saying I would come back in the afternoon to get my car. It seemed like a good excuse so I could come back and actually meet her husband.

It's a good thing I don't believe in omens. It probably would have been a bad sign that the young cop found an excuse to give me a ticket for jay-walking on my way home. He didn't care when I pointed out there were no sidewalks and no crosswalks in this part of town. I can't wait to see how the judge enjoys having me protest the ten dollar fine.