Some Added Benefits of Consulting


   I had not heard from Robyn for several months, and we had not seen each
other for about a year when, one day, I got a call from her.  She said she
had a prospect of a job developing a database for a small company to track
their inventory.  She knew that I had a lot of experience with PC databases
and asked if we could get together for an hour or so to give her some
advice on how to proceed.  She joked that I could be her consultant, but
not to expect high consulting fees.  I agreed and asked when would be a
good time to get together.  She suggested that if I could get away from
work for a while, I could come over to her house, and she would fix us
lunch.  I told her that we would consider lunch my consulting fee.  She
said that the kids would be away at a day camp every day the next week and
we would be able to discuss the project without interruptions.  We agreed
on the next Wednesday.

   I had known Robyn for about 12 years.  I met her when she first joined
the company, fresh out of college.  Even the first time I met her, there
seemed to be an attraction between us.  It was almost like I felt an
electric spark run through me when I saw her.  She was 22, had a degree in
Electrical Engineering with a minor in Computer Science from a good school,
and a high GPA.  She was about 5'6", had long brown hair, a pretty,
roundish face, and a really nice full figure with two perfect breasts
topping it off.  She laughed often and had a voice that was this impossible
combination of a little girl and a woman of the world; brains and beauty in
the same package.  Anyway, at that time, I had been married for about 10
years and had no intention of complicating my life with another romantic
partner, so I pushed this feeling of attraction out of my mind and made a
conscious effort to treat her like any other new employee, male or female.

   We didn't work together at first, I just saw her around the office and
we exchanged pleasantries.  After a few years though, we were assigned to
the same software development project and we got to know each other better.
By this time, she had fallen in love with an engineer at work and was
engaged.  She later married him.  About 5 years after she initially came to
the company, I was promoted into management and became her supervisor.  She
worked for me for the next 5 years.  We became friends who just happened to
be of different sexes.  We managed the difficult balance of friendship with
the understanding that I still had to act as her supervisor.  When it came
to raises, promotions, job assignments, etc., I think I managed to be
objective enough to be fair to all of my employees, not singling Robyn out
either positively or negatively.  During the whole time, that spark that I
had felt the first time I met her still seemed to be there.  I was pretty
sure that the feeling was mutual, but we both just tried to ignore it, and
for the most part succeeded.  It added a little sexual tension to our
friendship, but that was all.

   When she had her first child, she asked if she could work part time so
she could spend more time with her son.  We worked it out that she worked
four days per week.  When her second child came along, she wanted to reduce
to three days per week.  This was unusual for our company, but I was able
to work out a deal with a project that only needed a person three days per
week and got special dispensation from the "powers that be" to make it
happen.

   This worked out great for all concerned until we had a downturn in
business and started downsizing.  It was decreed by the "powers that be"
that part-time employees would be more vulnerable in the downsizing.  Since
she was a valued employee with lots of experience, she was not effected in
the first wave, but during the second wave, she was not as lucky.  Before
the second wave of downsizing hit, I told her that I probably could not
protect her job unless she wanted to switch back to full time.  She and her
husband decided that it was more important for her to be able to spend time
with the kids, so she decided to take her chances and remain part time.  A
few days before the dreaded notification day, she pulled me aside and told
me that she understood completely the chance that she was taking and that
she in no way wanted me to feel bad if I had to choose her for the
downsizing because of her part time status.  In fact, she said that no
matter what happened, she wanted to remain friends.

   One of the worst parts of being in management is having to tell a person
that his or her services are no longer needed.  Several years later, I
still have flashbacks to those times and break out in a cold sweat.  I
didn't have anyone working for me who was not highly productive, but it was
decreed that each group had to downsize by a certain percentage of their
people.  The first person I had to tell took it very hard, as anyone would
have, and so did I.  I spent over an hour trying to console and help them
to come to grips with the situation and tell them about the fine
out-placement program that the company had set up to help them find a new
job.  Robyn was the other person I had to deliver the news to.  When I went
to her desk and asked her to step into my office, she knew what was coming,
but she sort of grinned and said, "I thought that at least you would be
wearing a black hood and carrying a big ax." This broke the tension and our
discussion was as cordial as any such meeting could be.  She was true to
her word; she did not hold a grudge.

   Robyn took advantage of the out-placement center that the company had
set up.  She attended several courses in how to start your own business. 
When no other part-time work seemed to be available, she started a software
consulting business working out of her home.  We stayed in touch over the
phone and several times, the four of us (she and her husband, my wife and
I), got together for dinner.  We indeed did stay friends.  I thought we had
finally gotten over that "electric" thing and settled down to friendship.
Robyn was now about 34 and I was 45.

   Wednesday dawned clear and bright.  At about 11:00, I left the office
for our lunchtime discussion.  It was July, and was a beautiful day for a
drive in the country.  Robyn and her husband had bought a house several
miles from my office in a rural area.  The house was set back about 1/4
mile from the road and was surrounded by trees, very secluded with the
closest neighbors about 1/2 mile away.  I arrived at the agreed upon time
and she greeted me at the door with a hug, which seemed friendlier than
usual and which gave me that little "shock" which I had experienced so many
times when I was around her.

   The first thing that struck me was how good she looked.  She was dressed
in a short wrap-around skirt, a T-shirt, and sandals, her tanned legs
looking very shapely.  She was trimmer than she had been the last time I
had seen her.  (I wish I could say the same about myself.) The last time I
had talked to her on the phone, she had said that she had lost some weight
and was working out, but I wasn't prepared for the fantastic results.  She
had never been thin, but had been nicely rounded when we first met.  Now
she looked a lot like she had looked when she graduated from college, only
better if that was possible.  It was pretty obvious from the hug and from
closer furtive glances I gave her that she was not wearing a bra.  I could
easily see her erect nipples pressing hard against the thin cotton material
of the shirt and the dark aureoles around the nipples were also slightly
visible through the cloth.  The main reason I had to keep looking (other
than enjoying the sights) was that I couldn't believe that those breasts
that had nursed two children were still firm enough to not need a bra.  Not
wearing a bra was unusual for Robyn and might have been a clue that
something in our relationship was about to change, but I was too dense to
see it at the time and just passed it off in my mind to her being casual on
a hot day.

   She had fixed a chicken salad for each of us with iced tea to drink and
some home made cookies for desert.  We caught up with each other's life
during lunch and talked some about the database application she was going
to write, the tools which would make the development easier, how long it
might take to create it, and pieces of code that I had written which she
might be able to re-use.  Nothing unusual, just two colleagues talking
shop, except that as we sat side by side at the island in her kitchen, she
seemed to accidentally rub her breast against my arm several times and our
legs touched quite often.  The conversation continued unabated during these
little touches, and I really thought they were accidental, but my dick
didn't seem to think so.  It seemed to have a mind of its own.  That was
sort of embarrassing, as I wasn't a high school kid any more.  "I should be
more in control of myself," I thought.

   As I got ready to leave, Robyn sincerely thanked me and reached up to
give me a hug.  However, I suddenly realized that her face was approaching
mine and her moist lips seemed to be headed toward mine.  The next thing I
knew, our lips were mashed firmly together and her tongue seemed intent on
exploring my tonsils!  Meanwhile, her pelvis seemed to be trying to give my
dick the massage of its life.  Well, I guess I should have pulled back, but
it felt so great, that I wasn't exactly analyzing the situation; I was just
reacting.  My tongue started on its own explorations, and I pushed my
pelvis right back at her.  I don't know how long we stayed like that, but
now I understood the term "time stood still".  We finally parted panting
and slightly disheveled from all of the activity.  My senses came back to
me, such as they were, and I just looked at her with my mouth open.  Great
response, right?

   She very calmly said, "Its pretty hot, how would you like to go for a
swim before you go back to work?"

   With my mind working at its usual intense crawl, I replied, "That would
be nice, but I didn't bring a swimsuit."

   Robyn looked at me quizzically and said, "Who said anything about
swimsuits?  There's no one around here to see us, and skinny dipping is
much more pleasurable anyway"

   I looked down, embarrassed by the bulge in my pants and what that would
look like if I was naked.  I still must have looked dumfounded, because she
put her hands on her hips and spoke like she was trying to explain
something to one of her kids, "My God, can't you tell when you are being
seduced!"

   Well, that brought me back to reality with a start.  I mumbled something
really intelligent like, "Oh ...  but ...  uh..."

   She must have sensed some hesitancy because she quickly added, "I've
wanted to fuck you since we first met.  I don't know why, but I've always
felt some kind of sexual attraction when I'm around you and I think you
feel it too.  I don't want any long-term thing.  I don't want to mess up my
marriage, and I know you don't want to mess up yours either, but I want to
have you just this one time.  Is that so wrong?" Then she gave me another
hug, but with her hands on the cheeks of my butt, pulling my now very hard
dick toward the source of her heat, and again our tongues started exploring
each other's mouth.  My hands seemed out of my control as they moved up to
her breasts and began to fondle them gently.  Suddenly, she broke the
embrace.  She grabbed my now very hard dick through my pants, leered
directly at it, and said, "I'll bet I can do something about that too!"

   She did a quick 180, kicked off her sandals and casually started toward
the door leading to the pool.  As she moved away, she pulled the T-shirt
over her head and sort of trailed it along behind her before dropping it on
the floor.  I was right, she wasn't wearing a bra, but all I could see was
her back.  Damn!  As she passed through the doorway, she paused, looked
back at me over her shoulder, undid her skirt and just sort of dropped it,
stepped out of it, smiled at me, faced forward again, and then resumed
walking like this was the normal way she walked to the pool.  I don't know,
maybe it was.  At first, I thought she was now naked, but on closer
inspection, I realized that she had on a pair of very skimpy thong panties.
Her ass looked great!  From the back, I couldn't believe that this woman
had birthed two kids.  Well, she was sort of leaving a trail for me, so the
only thing I could do was follow the trail, right?  Unfortunately, I had on
many more clothes than she did.  I'm sort of glad she didn't look back
again because she would have seen a guy strangling himself trying to get
his tie off, then fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and then getting
his undershirt caught around his neck.  As I got to the door, I had my
pants down around my ankles and almost fell because I forgot to pull my
shoes off first.

   Did I mention that nothing like this has ever happened to me before? 
The only person I had ever had sex with was my wife and it was still quite
good after 25 years of marriage.  I don't exactly have women throwing
themselves at me much less telling me that they have wanted to "fuck me
since they first met me", not even in my best fantasies.  I never thought
that something like this would happen to me.  I didn't know how I would
react if it ever did.  Now, here I was trying to get my clothes off as fast
as I could, chasing after a very desirable naked woman headed for the pool!

   By the time I got out the door and saw the thong lying in the grass, she
was diving into the pool.  I managed to get the rest of my clothes off
without breaking my neck and ran toward the pool, cock bobbing wildly as I
ran.  Robyn's head broke the water as I was nearing the pool.  As I jumped
in the deep end, I saw her go under again.  I broke the surface, treaded
water and looked around, but didn't see her.  Then, I felt a hand between
my legs grabbing my cock.  She pulled down and I had no choice but to go
under again.  I opened my eyes while I was under and saw her grinning from
ear to ear.  She let go and I surfaced again in a shallower area where I
could just touch the bottom.  She surfaced right in front of me, put her
arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, looked me in the eye,
grinned, and said, "Now, isn't this refreshing?" Well, I could think of
other words to describe it: erotic, romantic, erogenous, lustful, fun,
great, unbelievable, but refreshing would do for now.

   She started bobbing up and down with her slit rubbing against my dick. I
wanted to pinch myself to see if this was a dream, but decided not to. 
After all, even if it was a dream, I was really enjoying it, and I had
never had such a realistic dream.  We spent quite a while playing in the
pool, chasing each other, playing tag by grabbing erogenous parts, and in
general getting more aroused if that was possible.  Finally, Robyn said,
"Let's quit for a while.  I'd like to lay down."

   That sounded fine to me as I was not in the greatest physical shape of
my life right now, and I was getting winded.  She had two large towels
lying under a tree on the grass that sloped up from the pool.  As she stood
before me and then lay down, I got my first real look at her nude body. 
She had a certain mature look.  By mature, I don't mean dowdy, I mean
complete; that is, where there should be roundness there was roundness,
where there should be fullness there was fullness, where there should be
curves there were curves.  She was not hard muscle, she was not flabby, she
was soft and just right.  She had some slight stretch marks from her
pregnancies, but they only added to her beauty.  Those breasts that I had
admired for so long were wonderful.  They were not out of proportion to the
rest of her body, but they were nicely rounded and full.  They hung down a
little with the nipple pointing slightly upward as she stood, and then
flattened down some as she lay down, still leaving an inviting mound.  The
aureoles were the color of milk chocolate about the size of a half dollar.
The nipples were aroused from the cool water and poked out at me.  The hair
around her cunt was a lighter shade of brown than the hair on her head and
was closely trimmed, probably because with her current figure, she would
look great in a very high cut swim suit or a bikini.  I just had to say,
"You're everything I imagined."

   She gave me an almost shy look when she said, "I've tried to take care
of myself.  I was hoping you'd approve." Then, leering at my fully inflated
cock, she said, "You look pretty good yourself." Now it was my turn to
blush.  I am a little too full around the middle and backside, and here I
was naked in front of her with my prick at full mast.  I do not consider
myself all that good looking, but apparently, she saw something in me she
liked.  We lay down next to each other and rolled to face each other.  We
looked into each other's eyes and then faded into a kiss.  It was tender at
first, but quickly grew passionate as our tongues again explored each
other. I moved my leg between hers and she started to rub up and down on it
Then her leg moved between mine and I started rubbing slowly.  The feel of
the cool beads of water evaporating from our skin mixed with the heat of
the friction we were creating by rubbing was delicious.

   We broke again, and she got a very serious look on her face.  She said
very quietly, "Last chance, are you sure you want to continue with this?"

   I didn't take long to reply.  "I didn't think I would ever have the
chance to act on my attraction to you.  This is a dream come true for me.
Yes, I really want this."

   She still looked serious.  "One more thing before we abandon all
inhibitions, we need to discuss protection.  I haven't had sex with anyone
other than my husband for over 14 years.  I've had my tubes tied, so there
isn't any danger of pregnancy.  How about you?"

   I took on her serious demeanor and replied truthfully, "I have never had
sex with anyone other than my wife, and I had a vasectomy many years ago."

   She smiled a rather lecherous smile, tossed a condom she had been hiding
in her palm over her shoulder, and said, "Then, let the games begin."

   With that, she quickly pulled away from me, pushed me over on my back,
spun around, and took the head of my cock in her mouth.  It felt like moist
velvet had surrounded it as she started to gently suck.  I urged her body
around so that she was lying on top of me and pulled her back far enough so
that my tongue had access to her pussy.  I play trombone regularly in a
small group so from that, I have a pretty strong tongue, and I used it to
its full advantage.  The intensity of our oral stimulation continued to
rise for several minutes.  By this time, Robyn felt like she was trying to
suck the end of my cock off.  She even tried to deep throat me and got
pretty far before she started choking.  Even the sensation of her choking
around me turned the heat up further.  As much as I hated to, I said,
"You're going to have to stop for a bit.  If you keep this up, I'm going to
come down your throat and I'd rather make my deposit, uh, elsewhere if
that's OK with you."

   She smiled and said very mater-of-factly, "I'd rather have it elsewhere
too.  Want to guess where?" She leered at me as she said it and continued,
"How many times do you think you can come in the next two hours?"

   I had to be truthful and said, "Any more than one is a bonus, although
right this minute, I feel like I could come over and over again."

   Robyn got up off of me and turned around.  She knelt straddling my head
and rested her cunt right above my mouth.  She looked down at me and said,
"Okay then, please me while I give your member a rest.  By the way, you
have great tongue action!"

   I grinned and replied, "We trombone players have strong tongues and a
pretty good slide technique too."

   Robyn gave me that lascivious grin and said in a real low sexy voice,
"Ooh!  I can't wait to try that out!" She lowered her crotch over my mouth
and my hands went up to her breasts to massage them while my mouth was busy
further south.

   I was having a little trouble breathing, but I found that I could move
my nose up, rub her clitoris with it, and get a breath at the same time. 
Oh what a fragrance!  She tasted sweet, yet salty, and the scent was like
heaven.  Meanwhile, my tongue was plunging in and out of her love tunnel
while my nose was rubbing her clit.

   The references to my trombone playing brought to my mind something I
could try that I had never tried before.  The way a brass player produces a
tone through the horn is by buzzing his lips into the mouthpiece.  The
higher the frequency of the buzzing, the higher the note is.  I wondered
what would happen if I tried to play a little music on her clitoris.

   I moved my hands to her hips and pushed her back a little so that I had
her clit directly above my lips.  I then had her lean forward so that I
could get my right hand around between her legs from the rear and could
push my finger into the now sopping entrance of her vagina to give her a
finger fuck.  My left hand went back to her breasts.  I found that if I
spread my fingers as far as they would go, I could rub both nipples at the
same time with my thumb and little finger.  All these different motions
made me feel like a one-man band.  I rubbed my tongue over her clit a few
times just so she wouldn't know I had anything else in mind.  Now, you
should always tune up before you begin a performance, so I buzzed a perfect
Bb on her clit.  Robyn jumped like she had gotten an electric shock.  "What
was that?"

   "That was a Bb," I said, "Want to try the rest of the scale?"

   "Let's try for at least a sonata, maybe a whole fuckin' symphony," was
her reply as she pressed back down onto my face.

   I thought Lassus' Trombone would be a good piece for her piece.  It has
lots of glissandos in it.  For those of you who are not musicians, a
glissando is the sliding sound that a trombone can make when going from one
note to another.  Lassus' Trombone has lots of glissandos that go about
half an octave.  It seemed like that might feel pretty good.  I started
into the first phrase with gusto.  Meanwhile, my finger had found a vaguely
rounded lump of tissue an inch or so inside her vagina that I hoped was her
G spot.  My thumb was resting right outside her anus, so rather than being
idle, I stuck it out so that as my hand moved, I was rubbing past that
little puckered hole.  Well, I played her for all she was worth.  I had
never tried to stimulate a woman in so many ways at the same time, but I
wanted to be sure Robyn remembered this encounter.  I was glad there
weren't any near-by neighbors, because even though she tried to hold the
sounds back, she let out quite a few screeches.  By the time I got to the
refrain, I had three fingers in her cunt and she was like a wild woman,
pushing her wetness at me, screeching, and urging me on.

   Just as I was reaching the end of the piece, which has many glissandos
with staccato notes in between, I heard her voice change and almost sigh,
"I'mmmm commmmming".  Well, it was time to up the tempo.  I have never
moved so many body parts, in so many different directions, at such a speed,
at the same time.  She stiffened, and I thought that she was going to
squeeze my brains out with her knees, which were straddling my head.  I
felt the muscles inside her cunt contract on my fingers in ripples, pulling
at my hand like a great whirlpool.  Juices flooded over my hand, down onto
my chin, and down my neck.  Her nipples, hard as sapphire, pressed into my
other hand as her pelvis ground into my face.  Just as I was beginning to
wonder if I was going to make it out of this alive, she gave a final
screech and then collapsed limp on top of me.  I gently rolled her off to
the side so that I could breath and could stretch my now cramped arm and
hand muscles.  I said quietly, "I hope you liked the performance.  I'm not
used to playing this instrument, but I think I got the essence of the
piece. Of course, Lassus is probably masturbating in his grave right now."

   She giggled and said softly, "Well, I would give you a standing ovation,
but I don't think I can even stand right now."

   We lay there just looking at each other for a few minutes.  Then she
drew me closer and said, "Thanks!  I've never experienced an orgasm like
that in my life.  I thought I had had some good ones, but they were nothing
compared to this.  I'm glad we didn't pass up this chance." Then her voice
became stronger and lower.  "Now sir, it's time you got a proper fucking."

   With that, she pushed me over on my back and straddled my waist.  She
positioned her lips just above my cock, and gently lowered herself until my
glans was just brushing her labia.  She moved my cock back and forth
coating the glans with her now copious juices.  When she had it well
coated, I assumed she would slowly lower herself onto me.  Well, that's
sort of what she did, but maybe impale would be a better word.  She slowly
lowered herself until the tip of my glans was just inside her vagina, and
then just dropped the rest of the way onto my cock.  That really got my
attention!  She moved her hands to my nipples and started to rub and
squeeze them.  I had never thought my nipples were sensitive, but they sure
were then.  She used her crouched legs to bound up and down on my prick
while she worked on my nipples.  I told her, "I'm going to come in about 5
seconds if you keep this pace up." She stopped moving after a delicious
down stroke and just sat there.  Then, she started massaging my cock with
the muscles in her vagina.  While she was doing this, she lowered herself
onto my chest and started nibbling at my lower lip.  We moved into a lip
lock, our ever-adventurous tongues exploring uncharted territory.

   This was not helping slow down the pace, but I was not about to
complain. Robyn then rolled off of me and said, "I think we're getting too
much sun.  Don't want us to get skin cancer.  Let's put some suntan lotion
on."

   "This woman is crazy!" I thought.  "We're lying in the shade.  Right
now, sunburn's about the furthest thing from my mind"

   Then she said, "I think our fronts are the most vulnerable." Huh?  She
turned the Coppertone bottle upside down and squeezed it around very
generously on my chest.  Then she very seductively dribbled a lot down her
own front making sure that the nipples each had a large glob.  She moved
back to me, straddled me again, and impaled herself like she had done
before, lowered herself onto my chest, and began to move around.  She slid
slowly at first and then speeded up the action.  Wow!  What a feeling.  Now
I understood that the suntan lotion was strictly for lubrication.  This was
a great way of applying it too.  I have very little hair on my chest, so
the feeling of her hard nipples rubbing over mine, which were now also
quite hard, was exquisite.  Her breasts sort of rolled around as she moved
in lazy circles and she started that thing with her vaginal muscles again.

   I held off as long as I could, but all of those sensations added up to
my blowing the wad.  I told her I was coming.  She just said in a low sexy
voice, "Fill me up.  I want to feel your hot come in me." She just kept on
slowly, seductively bringing me up to the edge.  It was the longest and
best feeling rise toward a climax that I have ever had.  It seemed like it
went on for several minutes, sort of like going up a mountain on a rising
ledge, going higher and higher, but not falling over the edge.  Finally
though, I did go over the edge and let loose with a quantity of come that I
didn't know I still had in me.  I must have unloaded five or six large
blasts into her, and each time I heard a louder "Oh!" The mixture of my
come and her juices started dripping out of her, around my cock, onto my
balls, and onto the towel below.  It was then I realized that she was
pressing hard against me, muscles taunt and breathlessly saying into my
ear, "I'm coming too!" I took over the movements until she gave a loud sigh
and collapsed on top of me again.  We rolled over with me still inside her
and gave each other a slow languid kiss.

   I lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the sensations and must have
dozed off because that's the last I remember until I felt a sucking
sensation on my cock.  My eyes suddenly popped open and I saw Robyn with my
cock in her mouth trying to deep throat me again.  That really got a rise
out of me, and Robyn just held on as my erection increased.  In fact, she
got all 7" in her mouth and throat.  I guess practice makes perfect.  She
saw that I was now awake, pulled off of my cock and looking directly at it,
said, "Are you up for another round?"

   "I can't promise anything, but I haven't been this hard in years," I
said.

   She held onto my penis as she slid up along side of me.  She again
looked a little serious when she said, "I have a request, and you can say
no if you don't want to do it.  You might even find it disgusting.  A
friend of mine told me that being fucked in the ass is really great.  She
said that it hurts a little until you get it in, but then she loves it. 
I'm still a virgin there.  Would you be willing to do the honors?"

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  After closing my again open
mouth, I said, "I've fantasized about trying anal sex, but I couldn't bring
myself to ask my wife.  I'd love to try it."

   She jumped up and clapped her hands like a little kid at Christmas.  I
watched her beautiful ass move as she ran into the house, and her beautiful
boobs bouncing up and down as she ran back.  "My friend says to use plenty
of this, especially the first time," she said as she held out a tube of KY.


   She just stood there, so I said, "Well, put some on my cock, coat it up
real good, and then I'll put some in your anus."

   She squeezed a large glob out of the tube and started coating my cock.
She took her friend at her word and really put on quite a heavy coat.  Then
she looked at me and said, "I think that should do it.  Now you do me." She
knelt down and bent over while I admired her little anus sort of winking at
me.  I hoped that it would stretch enough and I wouldn't hurt her.  I was
certainly going to do my best not to hurt this beautiful woman who was
allowing me to live out our fantasies.

   I put a glob of KY on my index finger and lubricated all around the
anus. Then, I put on more and gently pressed against the opening until my
finger started slipping in.  I asked if I was hurting her and she replied,
"I'm so hot right now to be finally trying this that I don't think I would
feel it even if you did."

   "Well, I don't want to hurt you," I said.  "I just want to give us both
a wonderful first experience at something that, to me, is so hot because
it's sort of forbidden."

   She looked back at me and said, "I trust you." Then grinning that
lascivious grin again, she continued, "Now finger fuck my ass and lubricate
me real good."

   I lubricated her anus lovingly and well, first with one finger and then,
when it relaxed more and opened up, with two fingers, licking her ass
cheeks the whole time.  Finally, she said, "That feels really different,
but good.  I think I'm ready.  Let's try it."

   I positioned my cock at her anus and pushed a little.  I said, "Let me
know if you want me to stop, or if it gets too painful."

   She again looked back with that grin and said, "Stop worrying about me
and get that hard cock of yours in my ass hole up to the hilt.  Then, fuck
me as hard as you can, and that's an order!" I loved it when she talked
like that!

   I pushed a little harder as I started to enter her.  I looked down and
Robyn was looking back at me to see my reaction.  I could tell by the
expression on her face that she was experiencing a little pain, but I could
see pleasure there also.  When my glans passed the sphincter, everything
suddenly became much easier.  It almost felt like my cock was being sucked
into her ass.  The look of pain was gone and pure pleasure was on her face.
The feeling was unreal, so tight yet smooth and warm and moist.

   I continued to press gently until I was all the way in.  Then I gave a
little salute and said, "In up to the hilt as ordered mam."

   She had that pleasured look on her face as she replied, "That feels
really good, and it only hurt a little when you first started.  It feels
great now.  I feel so full." Then the grin returned as she said, "And what
was the second half of my order private?"

   "Fuck you in the ass as hard as I can, mam," I replied with a very
serious face.

   She roared and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

   I was still concerned that I might hurt her, so I began to gently move
only an inch or so in and out.  I moved my hands to her tits and started to
massage them, supporting my body against her ass.  I looked and the
pleasured look was still on her face, so I moved in and out further.  It
was tight, but the KY made the movement smooth and easy.  Isn't chemistry
wonderful?  I began moving faster and more boldly, but hesitated to really
push hard.  She looked back again and sort of growled, "Is that your idea
of as hard as you can?  I want to feel your balls slapping against me." I
obliged and started to increase the intensity until I was really slamming
into her.  Her response was to start pushing back hard.  We got the rhythm
down so that we slapped together with intensity.  She really loved it, and
I was having the time of my life.  It was then I felt the contractions
against my cock.  I heard her say something like, "Oh, Oh OH, I'm coming
already!" I looked at her face and realized that she was starting an
orgasm, from the look and feel of it, a real first class, blue ribbon, top
of the line orgasm.  I somehow held back mine and kept slamming against her
ass.  As the waves subsided, she joined into the rhythm again.  I started
massaging her clit, and after a short time, she looked back at me with a
look of disbelief on her face when she almost whispered, "I'm coming
again!" Again the contractions deep inside her started and I could tell
from her muscle tenseness that she was in the throws of another orgasm.  I
was going for the gold, so I kept on pumping and really started strumming
her clit.  She panted, "Don't ...  stop, ...  this ...  is ...  fantastic!"


   She joined the rhythm again.  I couldn't hold out much longer, but I
wanted to see if I could bring her to another orgasm.  I finally couldn't
hold out any longer so I breathlessly told her, "I'm coming!"

   That's when I again felt the now familiar contractions from deep inside
her as she said, "So ...  am ...  IIIII!" That took me over the edge, my
come blasted into her ass.  I couldn't keep thrusting this time because her
sphincter clamped down so hard on my cock and just kept squeezing. 
Finally, she gave a sigh and I felt her muscles start to relax.  That was
when the adrenaline that had been keeping me going gave out, so I sort of
collapsed on top of her as she went down too, my cock still buried deep in
her ass.

   We lay like that for quite some time, murmuring sounds of pleasure to
each other as my cock gently shrank and receded from her anus.  When it had
come completely out, we rolled over on our sides again facing each other,
held each other tightly, and kissed tenderly, no lust left, only two people
that cared a lot about each other sharing an intimate moment.  Robyn
finally sighed, "That was wonderful.  Thank you."

   Then, I felt moisture on my shoulder and realized that she was quietly
crying, her tears running down her cheek and over my shoulder.  I couldn't
understand what she was crying about, and I was afraid that I had hurt her
after all.  I tried to comfort her until she looked into my eyes and
started to tell me what was on her mind.  "This has been the absolute best
sex I have ever had or ever hope to have, and the best thing about it is I
did it with an old friend who I know cares about me as much as I care about
him.  When I decided to try to seduce you so that I could act out my
fantasy, I guess I didn't think about the intense feelings I might have
afterwards.  I just thought that we could do it and then go back to the way
things were.  I'm sad because I know that it has to stop here or we could
get caught up in a terrible situation, having to decide between people we
love.  We both have spouses that we love very much and we want to spend the
rest of our lives with them.  Right now, my gut says to continue having sex
just as often as we can, but my head says that if we go beyond this one
time, we jeopardize everything that we hold so dear.  I'm crying because I
know we can never do this again." She cried a little more and I was feeling
sort of teary myself.  I knew she was right.

   "This has been the most intense sexual experience that I've ever had," I
replied.  "I never thought that we would get to explore this side of our
feelings for each other.  Thanks for making it possible to live out our
fantasies, I'm certainly not sorry we did this." I paused, and then
continued, "I do really care about you as a friend and now as a sexual
partner, but you're right of course.  There's no way we could continue this
without putting our marriages at risk.  I don't think I could hide it from
my wife very long, and I'm sure your husband would catch on too.  I guess
in the great scheme of things, lust has to have a lower priority than love.
Even though we had the time of our lives, our love for our families has to
come first."

   "Let's cuddle for a little while, then go for a dip, and collect our
clothes," she suggested.  She turned over and we lay like spoons, my now
limp dick laying in her crack, my arms wrapped around her, my hands
supporting those lovely breasts.  We didn't try to turn each other on, we
just enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies so close.  After a little
while, we both got up and dove into the pool, both to cool off and to clean
off.  Again, we just held each other and tenderly kissed in the water. 
Then, we climbed out of the pool, dried each other off, gathered up our
clothes, and went into the house.

   As we were starting to get dressed, Robyn handed me her thong and said,
"Here, take this." She grinned again.  "I bought it just for you, - a
little insurance in case you needed more encouragement.  I'd like you to
have something to remember this day by."

   I laughed, pocketing the thong after smelling her rich aroma in it and
said, "It would take a lobotomy for me to forget this day."

   After we were dressed, we looked at each other awkwardly, trying to
figure out how to say good-bye.  Then we both laughed at our
self-restraint, when a little while ago, there was absolutely none.  I
asked if there was anything I could do to help her clean up, trying to hold
off leaving as long as I could, but she said no.  We looked into each
other's eyes and then hugged tightly and kissed tenderly.  I released her,
turned, and quickly walked out the door before my resolve melted.  I hopped
into my car, and drove out of the driveway waving good-bye as I went.

   That day is now only a very fond memory.  We kept our resolve and have
never gotten together sexually again ...  so far.
   The End