The Guest

[Rooter48]

THE GUEST
Being your regular married guy, I dream regularly of sex with women other than my wife.
The advent of the World Wide Web made me a frequent habitue of Women Seeking Men,
Alternative Lifestyles, and Discrete Encounters. Several times a week, I would send out responses
to anyone requiring "discretion" assuming that the poster was in a situation not unlike like my
own. I'm sure that such ads attracted a deluge of lurid responses and that the women were forced
to abandon their quests. I suspect that all I accomplished was to keep my address current for
commercial pornography spammers.
I was particularly intrigued by those few couples seeking a male for a threesome. These
undoubtedly attracted a large volume of mail, but, as an old timer once told me, "even a blind pig
will find an acorn every once in a while." In this particular case, I heard back from the husband,
Art. He and Alice were in their forties and lived less than an hour from me; close enough to be
convenient and far enough to never worry about running into each other. They both held regular
jobs to keep their two teenagers in expensive and ill-fitting clothing and they had a mortgage.
Art had many questions for me: marital status, health, sexual preferences, past
experiences. I was the hungry one, so I willingly answered and provided a few photos. Each time
I opened my mailbox and saw their screen name ArtluvzAl, I opened it first. Then followed a few
on line conversations and he seemed both confident and cautious. Good signs. We had extensive
conversations about safe sex (condoms for intercourse, oral sex ok, no pain, no body wastes). We
set a date when my wife was out of town and they arranged for their kids to disappear for a while.
All that I about Alice was that she was a little heavy (never a problem for me) and what her
preferences and boundaries were.
After a personal introduction, Alice had the final say on me. Art picked the small lounge
off a family restaurant where we could sip wine in the dim light and not have to shout over a band
or a juke box. I found them on the upholstered bench in the corner furthest from the bar. They
both showed that brief blank look of surprise that anyone gets the first time they meet a person
they have only heard of. I walked straight over to them."You must be Art and Alice," I said. "I'm
Dave." I stuck out my hand at Art, a heavy set man with wavy, receding hair (not too different
than my own). I wore my slacks and dress shirt and leather jacket.
Alice's curly brown hair just touched her shoulders and her rust colored, silk dress gave
no clue as to her body, but it still showed a sense of style. I offered her my hand which she took
with a smile and direct look of solid self-assurance. We toasted to "new friends" and talked about
traffic, the weather, and how busy all of us were. They were interested in my writing and my day
jobs. I asked a few questions about home towns and kids, but I let them take their fill of me.
Alice had been playing with her cocktail napkin with one hand and I noticed when she took the
other hand to slowly tear off a corner.
"How much time do you have this evening, Dave," Art asked.
"All evening," I answered. "I'm not due home until eleven or midnight. Is that OK?"
"That's terrific," he said. "So you can stay until ten. Why don't you can follow us?" I
finished the beer and we left.
*****
Their home sat on a quiet street, but I had to park several doors down because everyone
in the neighborhood was home. Art met me at the door and ushered me to their living room
where Alice sat at one end of the sofa. He took my jacket and I decided to cooperate with the
setting and took a place at the other end of the sofa. Alice smiled a little and leaned back with her
arm along the back of the sofa. I got a better look at her body which the dress complimented
without having to reveal every curve and bump. She had kicked off her shoes and she wiggled
her toes inside her shear stocking.
"Would you like another beer, Dave?" Art offered. I declined and he took a seat in an
armchair across the coffee table. I complimented them on their home and we had the usual
discussion of home values and outrageous prices. Figuring that I was invited to their home for a
purpose, I thought I would take a step.
"Art, would you object very much if I kissed Alice?"
"I certainly don't mind," he said, "but you'll have to ask her."
"Alice, may I kiss you?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Dave." She smiled and turned to me slightly. I slid over on
the sofa, inside her arm and leaned into her with a simple buss on the lips. I followed up with a
longer slower kiss adding a hand to her waist. She opened her mouth and I felt her body relax
and warm to my touch and we came together. I held her with both arms and she responded with
hers. In seconds, we were necking like horny teenagers. The silk of her dress allowed me to feel
her skin and undergarments and I took my time working my fingers over her waist and back. I
only brushed the side of her breast at first, gambling that she would appreciate a tease more than
something more overt. Alice kissed with her lips and tongue and breath and even her perfume.
She embraced me with hands and arms and her whole body, quickly raising my body temperature
and my cock. I didn't probe downward to find out if she was feeling the same way, but I'm sure
that she was.
"I'd say the two of you have hit it off," Art said.
I broke my hold on her mouth and replied, "Alice is an easy person to get to know. It
would appear that we have a lot in common."
"Yeah," Alice said as she boldly placed her hand on my slacks and my erection, "I think
Dave likes me."
"Do you like me that much, Alice?" I placed a hand on her leg and the fabric of her dress
slid easily over the nylon on her leg to the top where the garters hooked on. I pushed upward, still
entirely outside her dress, until I found the mound between her legs and just brushed it slightly.
She opened her legs wider in invitation. We resumed kissing and I went on caressing her
stockinged legs. Then I got brave.
I used my fingers and slowly began pulling up the dress so that I could get underneath. At
the hem, I had direct access to the stocking and I toyed with the bare skin of the inner thigh, now
open to my attentions. In the standard sofa necking position, you only have one arm free so you
have to balance your activities carefully. Not wanting to leave anyone out, I moved to her breasts
and began massaging them lightly one at a time. I really wanted to get under the dress, but this
was Alice's treat and she was the focus of attention. Then I remembered.
"Art," I said, leaving Alice's mouth a moment, "I feel like you're being left out."
"Not really," he said. "Do you need some help?"
"Well, this is supposed to be a threesome. Why don't you come over and play too."
"Honey, want me to play too?"
"The more the merrier - for me," Alice offered. We shifted on the sofa and Art took a seat
on the other side of his wife. While they kissed, I ran my fingers over her body, always returning
to her hemline which showed the stocking tops and garters. I lingered there to savor the skin
between there and the panties, always managing to brush her pubis with my wrist or fingertips.
Alice lay on the sofa, legs spread, skirt up around her hips, and two men all over her. She and Art
seemed to have something going with kissing, so I decided to push the outside of the envelope.
I began mark with my fingers, small, slow circles inside her thighs and against the black
fabric stretched tightly over her sex. Then I leaned over and began to lick her leg and pick at the
elastic garter with my teeth. Alice's hand on my head told me she that I was doing fine. Since I
was with the lady's husband, I felt obligated to check on the protocol.
"We're getting pretty serious here, folks," I said. "What happens next?"
"You're our guest, Dave," Alice said, sprawled with her skirt up around her waist, looking
like a real floozy with the stockings and garters. "What would you like to do?"
"I'd like to see a bed, some place where we can all get comfy. Besides, we're just at the
point where we might ruin your nice dress."
"What a gentleman," Art said and he leaned away from his wife. "And I agree, I'd like to
get naked."
"Alice, will you make it unanimous?" I said.
"Bedroom," she replied. We all extricated ourselves from the sofa and she smoothed her
dress and touched her hair. I asked for the restroom and they pointed it out. When I came out, I
found them in the master bedroom, Art pulling off his shorts and Alice nude, stowing her black
lingerie. She disappeared into their bathroom and Art stripped the blankets off the bed revealing
blue satin sheets. He began lighting some candles and then turned down the lights. I took the cue
and began stripping down myself. Water ran and Alice came out with a big grin.
Alice had forty-year-old hips, but childbirth hadn't hurt her stomach muscles too badly,
and she still had voluptuous tits and a decidedly saucy walk. Her maternal breasts swung in that
independent way that I have always found very attractive. Call it primal, call it Neanderthal, but
it's still hot. She kept her pubic hair trimmed close so that I could clearly see the cleft of her
pussy.
"Hurry up, Dave," she teased as I struggled with shoes and socks, "or we start without
you. You fall behind, you might never catch up." Alice flopped down next to Art who was lying
on his back. In five seconds I was nude myself and crawling onto the bed next to them. I moved
as close to Alice as I could, leaning over to kiss her. I placed my hand on her stomach and she
squirmed as we came together. Art began sucking on her right breast and running his fingers over
her and I moved my hand to her thigh. We kissed and licked and stroked and Alice took in all of
it.
Art then sat up and in a single move dove into her pussy, sucking from a sixty-nine type
position. Alice closed her eyes and bent and spread her knees to give him better access. She
stroked her husband's ass and moaned and I figured I would give her something to do.
"Would you like to do that for me, Alice?" I whispered.
"Oh yes," she grinned.
I got to my knees and held onto my cock which was not yet fully erect. I offered it to her
and she opened her mouth wide to accept it. I liked the way she stuck out her tongue for it. She
sucked a little and then flicked at it with her tongue until I got good and hard. Then took up
slowly pumping the shaft in and out of her mouth and with her hand. Occasionally, she would
look at me, then take me out of her mouth and smile, teasing the tip lips and tongue. I could tell
from her moans that Art made her feel good too.
"Honey," Alice said at one point, "let's roll over and let Dave have some of that." A
woman who knows what she wants. Art disengaged from his muff dive and I leaned back. "Lay
down," Alice instructed her husband. She positioned herself over him on her knees in the classic
blowjob position and took his cock in her hand. "Dave, why don't you get behind me and lick."
"I'd be happy to," I told her and I positioned myself facing her ample, but nicely rounded
bottom. I scrunched down on my knees to get low enough to get my mouth on her, but it was
quite a scrunch. "Alice," I said, " if you back up to the edge of the bed I can get at you better. She
lifted her head and looked back as she knee walked in my direction until her feet hung off the bed.
Art had to shift too and I waited until she was sucking him again before I went in.
Art started a running commentary on the scene, "Oh baby," he recited over and over,
"suck me. Can you feel Dave suck your pussy? Oooh suck me."
Alice's pussy hung beneath her ass, wet and pink with her labia in full flower. I started
with just my tongue, running circles around the cheeks, working to the middle and then started
poking into her swollen sex. The smell hit me first as strange, almost unpleasant, but like that first
twinge of a fine whiskey, I took in it's richness and savored the taste. I licked her clit, but also just
took one lip at a time and sucked. I stuck one one and then two fingers into her pussy, and then
three. There was only enough room there for three fingers or my mouth, but not all at once, so I
settled on one finger up her cunt and sucking her clit. Even in the candle light, I could see her
clear viscous juice sticking to the sides of her opening. Art told me that she was sensitive back
there and I began tickling her anus, just above her pussy. Her asshole reminded me of a star, a
small dot with the wrinkles radiating out. With some patient probing I was able to double
penetrate her with the fingers of one hand while I sucked her clit. This left the other hand free. I
used that to caress her bottom and trace random designs. From what Art had told me, I knew that
the next move would be welcomed.
I swatted her smartly on the bottom with my hand and Alice jumped and cried, "mmmmf!"
Art's cock precluding a louder or more articulate response.
"You like that don't you?" Art asked her. "Spank her again Dave." I slapped again, then
again in what was less a spanking than irregular swats on her butt. The sensation was beginning to
have its intended effect because I felt her deep breaths and saw her hips roll under.
Then she took Art's cock out of her mouth and laid her head on his lap just as orgasmic
spasms overtook her. "Ahhhhhhhh," she cried. With kids at home, Alice probably didn't get to
sound off like that too often and she took full advantage of the opportunity. Waves of release
coursed across her clit and through her vagina and her anus, until they tapered off. With my lips
on her fat clit, I smacked her butt one last time giving her one more jump.
I took my mouth away and licked the wet lips as I slowly withdrew my fingers.
"Well," Alice panted, "is somebody going to fuck me or not?" I stood up and reached for
my pants and the condoms in the pocket. Art fumbled in a bedside drawer. "C'mon, hurry!"Alice
urged. Although Art had the advantage on me of an advanced erection (eating pussy doesn't
always give you a hard on), I was already at the scene of action, so I was set to go while he was
still rolling the latex over his dick.
"Me first," I said, and I knelt on one knee behind her and placed the head of my dick
where I knew it was most welcome. It slid my half hard dick into her easily and I was immediately
consumed with fucking Alice dog style.
"Oooo," she said, "that's it, harder, harder, get me deep." She reached out for a blue satin
pillow and plopped her head onto it. My thrusts pushed her face into the pillow in the universal
rhythm of coitus. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," she grunted as I slammed into her. I gloried in watching
myself slide in and out of her a view not often beheld. I kept it up maybe thirty seconds before I
shot off.
"This is why I have two of you," she said from the valley her face made in the shiny fabric.
"Do me, honey." I withdrew, my hand carefully holding the condom on, and Art was at my side
pulling on his pud to stay hard. In seconds, he was humping away.
As I went soft I searched for tissue and found Alice's cosmetic desk. I helped myself to a
handful of sheets which I used to wipe down and to wrap the rubber while keeping an eye on the
intimate show. Art got ambitious by getting up on his feet so that he was squatting behind Alice,
fucking her. Experienced with each other, he knew just how far he could take a positions. I was
impressed at how limber a man of his build seemed to be. He didn't last too much longer than I
did, though. As soon as he pulled out, he dropped into my old position and began lightly licking
his wife. The deeper probes with is tongue got a slight reaction from Alice until she just dropped
onto her tummy, signaling a break.
*****
Alice came back from the kitchen with a bottle of beer for me and a glass of wine. Art got
his own bottled water. Alice set up some pillows against the headboard and reclined with her legs
spread. After our exercise, her hair was mussed, but her pleasant face and easy smile didn't need
much to make her look good. Art sat against the headboard next to her, but with his legs swung
over the side. Not wanting to take too many liberties as a guest, I sat primly at the end of the bed
where I could chat with them and still look at Alice.
"Did that fit your pictures, Dave?" She asked.
"Yes it did," I said. "I'm glad I knew something about you before we got naked."
"You're very talented. And very giving. It's nice that you're willing to stay."
"I was assuming there might be more," I said. "But when you say we're done, we're
done."
"No, Dave," Alice grinned. "We're not done. At least Art and I aren't."
"Give me a while and I'll be ready for some more," I promised.
"Stand up," she said, "let me see how long it'll be." I stood and turned to show that I was
on my way back to a good time for both of us. "Long enough for a beer and a glass of wine." She
reached down. She fingered her pussy in a move that could have been gross, but which she
handled very attractively. "I'll give you a hand when the time comes," she said.
"I'm still amazed at the idea that I'm in bed with a married couple," I confessed. "I can see
how it would be tricky bringing someone home with you."
"I'm afraid we've really met some real jerks," Alice said. I tried not to think about how
many others played with them on this bed. "Fortunately," she continued, "only one or two ever
made it this far."
"Two," commented Art. "One guy wasn't going to use a condom after we had all agreed.
By the time he finally got that straightened out, the whole thing was spoiled and I asked him to
leave. Ruined the whole evening. The other couldn't wait to leave."
"Sounds like I might be at the top of the list. Maybe it would be easier to find a couple."
"That's kinda hard," Alice replied. "I have to like him and Art has to like her and we all
have to get along. And they have to like us. We've met some people, but the ones we wanted to
date got cold feet."
"How about Ladies?"
"One or two," she said with a wink. "But I'm not into girls. I like men." Art just smiled
"That would be something to see," I remarked.
"An interesting thought," Alice said.
"Maybe instead of depending on couples, come up with two singles. You each have fun
and who knows, the singles might hit it off too."
"I like the way you think, Dave," she laughed. "Nice guy with a dirty mind." Alice finished
her wine and set the glass on the side table. "I wanna fuck. Dave, what's your pleasure?"
"Cowgirl," I said and I placed my half full bottle on the dresser. Alice moved around on
the bed to make room for me and Art stood up. I crawled aboard and I made myself comfortable
on my back, but there was one slight problem.
"You may want a ride," Alice drawled, "but old hoss ain't up to it. Yet. We'll just have to
train him a little." With that, she dropped her face into my lap and took my limp dick in her
mouth, her tits banging against me. She patiently licked and kissed and slowly I came to life. I
placed my hand on her head and just stroked her hair lightly and I saw Art move behind her until I
couldn't see his hands, but the way she squirmed her hips, he was taking care of her. I was soon
ready to play. She reached over to the side table and retrieved a blue condom package. Using one
hand and her teeth, she expertly extracted the rubber and deftly rolled it down on me.
Holding my dick like a saddle horn, she threw a leg over and planted me between her legs.
Her pubic hairs scratched me a moment until she worked down upon me and I felt the smoothness
within her. She placed both hands on my chest for balance and started pumping, her heavy
mammaries bouncing with her motion. But she didn't just ride up and down my shaft like other
lovers have done. When she got to the bottom and I was in her as far as I could go, she would
finish the stroke with some pelvic thrusts of her own. Then up. Then down again. In and out, up
and down we played. Art had one hand on her back and one out of sight. I took a soft heavy
breast in each hand and just luxuriated in their fullness. I tried to lean up and lick them, but she
was just a little too short.
"Don't worry about those honey," she grunted, "you're doing fine."
"Is Art taking care of you back there?"
"Ohhhh, yessssss," she purred without opening her eyes.
"Nothing I can do?"
"Just stay hard."
"No problem." This went on for at least five minutes. She pumped, I played, she panted
and I moaned. Occasionally she would open her eyes and look at me and look around, then haul
up and look down between her legs before lowering herself again. Finally, she dropped on top of
me and just started grinding her hips up against me in fast short thrusts.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh." Then she stopped
and just fell against me, perspiring freely. Art began caressing softly her all over and I helped as
much as I could. A couple times, Art hit a tender spot on her side and she shivered. I let her lay
there for several more minutes and got soft in side her without the action. But this was her show
and I was having a good time, so I was in no hurry to do anything else.
She lifted her head from my chest and with her tousled hair covering part of her face she
asked, "Would you like to play?"
"If you have time," I whispered.
"All the time in the world."
"Let's roll over then." She lifted herself and I fell out of her easily. We rolled around and
she flopped on her back. I knelt between her legs, but she saw that I had gone a little soft so she
started running her fingers along my dick, skillfully finding those nerve endings not yet numb with
exhaustion. With a slight movement of my body, I indicated readiness and she lay back and lifted
her legs. I placed Mr. Friendly against her pink opening and we coupled again. I thrashed with
abandon until at long last, the last few drops of semen expelled from my happy glands and I
collapsed into wet skin, rapid respiration and exotic odors.
"I know you're our guest, Dave," Art said, almost forgotten by me, "but she is my wife.
I'd like to fuck her too."
"By all means," I said, pulling out and holding the condom.
"You're probably done for the night," he said while whipping his wand, "so mama and I
will ride bareback."
"No problem," I huffed and rolled my legs off the bed to sit while a few inches away, Mr.
and Mrs. lost themselves in each other. Art lasted maybe five minutes before he groaned and she
groaned and he fell against her. Knowing a private moment when I saw it, I went to the bathroom
and closed the door. I cleaned up and came out after a few minutes to find Alice and Art
snuggling.
"Join us, Dave," Alice said.
"Sure." I spooned up next to Alice and put my nose against her neck, but it was obvious
that the connection was theirs. After a few minutes I decided that my best course of action was
elsewhere. "I had a very good time."
"You are a wonderful lover," Alice said, turning slightly.
"Maybe we can do this again?"
"It's possible. Do you have to go?
"No, but you two seem ready for bed."
"You can spend... what time is it?"
"Quarter after nine," I said.
"The kids are due back by ten."
"Then someone should get dressed," Art remarked. We all stirred and slowly left the bed.
Alice disappeared into the bathroom and Art and I rummaged through clothing on the floor. Once
I was presentable, I went to the living room and made like I was looking at the prints on their
walls. Art came out and offered me another beer, but I asked for a soft drink. Alice came out in a
bathrobe with her hair restored.
"Would you like to come back, Dave?" she asked.
"I'd love to, Alice."
"Then we'll do this again. Maybe you can spend the night."
"That would be nice." More small talk and I finished the soda. . At last I said, "Well, thank
you both for a wonderful time." I hugged Alice and gave her a kiss, shook Art's hand and left
feeling like I had just experienced sex for the first time.

[DougJBL]

very nice
well written

[SamWarrens]

Well done. You should write about the second adventure.