Eight Months of Separation--MF, FF, voy
Part I
By Gina R. (aagina@hotmail.com)
I should have been ecstatic about the promotion. For someone of my relative youth and experience, being put in charge of a subsidiary unit of the corporation represented a tremendous opportunity to boost my career. But it came with a price: I was going to have to work onsite at the plant for 8 months. That meant 8 months of enforced separation from Melissa, my wife of two years (and two months).
When I told her, she reacted about the way I had--happy about the extra money and the important position, of course, but sad about our being apart for so long. You see, our marriage went way beyond just happy; we felt we were soul mates. The closeness we felt translated itself into great--often mind-blowing--sex, the best sex either of us had ever experienced. Melissa seemed open to trying anything and everything when it came to sex. At times, I must admit, I wondered where and how she had developed such an erotic appetite, but the pleasures we gave to each other made such thoughts seem silly. To put it mildly, my gorgeous wife was a sexual minx, and I could not believe my good fortune to have married her.
Once, not long before the promotion, I remember lying in bed after a particularly energetic bout of lovemaking. Our sweat-soaked bodies were intertwined, and every once in awhile I would lean down to kiss her mouth. Often, these post-act moments would lead to a second round, but on this day we were both pretty wiped. We were just enjoying the feeling of holding each other. Suddenly, Melissa whispered to me, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man?"
I was a bit taken aback, and I could feel my cheeks flush red. I hesitated, and then I felt Melissa's fingers playfully squeezing my balls. "Tell me the truth, honey," and she bit down on the tender part of my earlobe. I groaned in response. "Yeah, I've thought about it. When I was a kid the idea used to really gross me out," I said, "but I've gotten to the point where I guess I am sort of curious. But I don't think I would ever act on that," I added hastily. She didn't say anything and an awkward silence filled the room.
"What about you?" I countered. "Ever thought of making it with a woman?"
"Oh, I've done a lot more than just think about it, lover," she said, with that playful, sexy smirk of hers. She still had her fingers cupped around my balls, and I could feel my cock lurch in response to her words.
"R-really?" I stammered. "When?"
"Lots of times, baby," she cooed, and I felt her move her hand up slowly and wrap around my shaft. I was starting to get hard. "Jill and I were lovers all through college, darling, but she was nowhere near my first. That honor would go to my Aunt Deirdre."
I gasped in shock and arousal. Her friend Jill had been our maid of honor, while her Aunt Deirdre, despite being in her fifties, still turned quite a few heads, including mine. Suddenly I recalled that Jill and Melissa had shared a room at the hotel the night before our wedding. I started to ask her if they...but I could see that mocking, wanton look in her eyes. Before I could register what was happening, she threw her leg over the top of me and sank down on my now rock-hard cock. Leaning close to me, she said, "I'm surprised you didn't taste her pussy on my lips at the church, Michael." She laughed at my shocked expression, and then kissed me, and I have to admit that seldom have I felt as aroused as I was at that moment. I didn't last long, but I certainly felt like I fucked my lovely wife as deeply as I ever had that night.
Which is why, perhaps, we were both so disappointed about having to spend so long apart. We'd just bought our dream house, though, and the assignment was temporary. It made no sense for us both to relocate. So just three weeks after that memorable night of sharing, my wife was driving me to the airport to catch the red-eye to Los Angeles. Even then, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. After we pulled into the short-term spot, my dark- haired vixen looked at me with that wicked smile of hers, and crawled down between my legs. "I promise I won't spill a drop, baby," she purred as she unzipped me and began to deepthroat my shaft. I tried to look nonchalant as a pair of stewardesses wandered by, but I think my shit-eating grin may have given me away.
The next two weeks sped by in a blur. The subsidiary, unfortunately, was in a terrible state, and I worked long hours trying to sort through personnel files, payroll, accounts receivable and all the rest. I called Melissa as much as I could, but the phone was a poor substitute for seeing her. Then, on the second Friday of being away, I got back to my hotel room (I hadn't had time to find an apartment yet) to find a package from her. Opening it, I found a videotape inside. No note, just the tape.
Curious as all get-out, I almost put it on immediately, but deciding to prolong the event. I ordered room service, and fixed myself a drink. While I waited for the food, I enjoyed the view out my window at the twinkling lights of L.A. After a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door. It was Soo-ling, the pretty Asian girl who often brought me dinner. There had been a few nights when I had masturbated with her as the main entree, but I had not been tempted to stray from my lovely wife for real. I could stand 8 months.
I gave her a nice tip, and she left me alone with my scallops. I popped the video into the player and sat down to eat.
"Hi, honey," Melissa's voice cooed out of the screen, and my heart leaped a bit at the sight of her. God, she was sexy. "I've missed you." Me too, baby, I thought. "I keep thinking about when I saw you last...do you remember?" Do I remember? Was she kidding? My cock was twitching in my pants just thinking about it. "I sucked on your cock, darling...like this..." and then she brought a very realistic-looking plastic dildo into view, and began sucking on it, just like it was my cock. "Mmm, baby....does this make you hard to watch me doing this?" Uh huh, I answered silently. I reached down and undid my pants, and my cock bounced up in relief. "I'm so horny without you here, baby. I hope you don't mind me telling you that." Mind? Why should I mind? "I just felt like I HAD to get some relief. You understand, don't you baby?" I was beginning to wonder where she was going with this. The camera view widened and pulled back. Suddenly I began to feel a little uncertain. Our camera would only do that if someone else were working the controls. Melissa was not alone.
She was sitting on our couch, and the coffee table had been pulled away (presumably to accommodate the camera). She was still sucking on the plastic cock, seemingly oblivious to all else. She was dressed incredibly sexily, in a white halter-top and matching white short skirt, with long black heels. I stared at her nipples, which already looked hard. They were poking out through the thin material of the halter.
"God, your nipples look so sexy, Melissa. Why don't you take off your top and show me those gorgeous tits?" It was a woman's voice, vaguely familiar, and I could feel my cock stand up fully erect. This was too hot. I jumped up and hit pause, then glanced around nervously. I knew what I had to do. I pulled the blind shut (I was up high, but there were buildings across the street), then hastily stripped out of my business clothes. My cock stood up, angry and red, and I gave it a few courtesy strokes before pulling down the covers and arranging the pillows on the bed.
Then I hit play. Melissa, responding to the invitation, smiled at the cameraperson, put down the dildo, and reached behind her. Slowly, teasingly, she undid the halter, held it for an instant, then let it drop. Her perfect tits sprang free. They are not large, but they are perfectly shaped and her nipples are just made for sucking. "Mmmm," said the cameraperson appreciatively. "Now wet your fingers, lover, and work those nipples." She'd said "lover" I realized, with a shudder, and suddenly I knew that it was Jill, sexy, slutty Jill, protagonist of dozens of adventurous tales that Melissa had shared with me. Melissa wet her fingers and began pulling and rolling her nipples. "Mmmm, that's it Melissa. After we're done making this naughty jerkoff tape for your hubby, I'll show you what delicious things I can do to those puppies with my tongue." I felt my cheeks redden as I realized I was doing exactly what they knew I would do, jerking off to the lascivious scene. "Now the skirt comes off, my dear." Melissa laughed and stood up, undoing the wraparound. It didn't shock me that she was naked underneath. She often went without panties. Her pussy was bare and dripping.
"God, Melissa, you are dripping wet! I can't wait to get my tongue into that!" said Jill with a chuckle. I still had not seen her, only heard her mischievous voice. "What do you think, Michael? Don't you wish you were home? I keep wondering if you can make Melissa scream when she cums, the way I can." And then she laughed evilly. Melissa, meanwhile, had settled back on the couch, and was vigorously fucking herself with the dildo. She wasn't acting, now. She was fully aroused and quite close to cumming. Jill moved in close with the camera, putting it right up near her pussy. I could hear the delicious squishing noises as the dildo pushed in and out of her, and then--a delicious shudder passed through me--as I saw Jill's hand snake into view and take hold of the dildo, fucking my wife hard in and out.
"Oh god, Michael!" I heard Melissa cry out. "I love you, baby! I'm cumming!!! Oh god, yes! Make me cum!" And then she screamed in ecstasy, and I saw her juices actually spurting out around the sides of the large fuck-tool.
Then the camera panned up to her face, her eyes half-closed, her mouth panting. "That was wonderful, baby. Hope it was good for you." The screen went blank, and I looked down at myself. I was coated in my own cum, from my throat to my belly. When would the next tape arrive?