The following is a true story.  All of the people's names have
been changed to protect them.  I hope you enjoy it.  I certainly
did!!!

                       The Houseguest

     A message on the answering machine was the only notice of
his impending arrival.  Less than 12 hours from now, Doug would
be here to stay for a mere 48 hours.  She sighed heavily in
frustration.  Twice before she had come on to him. The first
time, many years before, she had been soundly rejected.  It had
hurt her ego pretty badly.  The second was during a visit when
he'd had surgery on his shoulder.  Can't really blame him for not
being sexually interested.  He was is considerable pain.  But she
and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with.
He was certainly a fantasy of hers.  Whether it would become a
reality would be another story.

     Of course, she'd had to work both evenings he was in town.
As they readied for bed the first night, Greg was telling her how
he and Doug had spent the evening in a bar, discussing a
multitude of subjects.  They were longtime friends, having been
on a ship together.  Neither had ever seen the other do anything
sexually incorrect with another woman, but they had a running
joke about an incident where a friend had sent away a girl from
their room without even asking if it was okay.  Throughout the
evening, Doug made reference to wishing the girl had stayed, as
well as other sexual topics.  Greg had chuckled, said "You never
know", and made passionate love to me as if to be loud enough for
Doug to hear in the next room.

     The following evening, Greg and Doug had again hit a bar for
drinks and conversation.  At some point in the conversation, Doug
made the comment that he wouldn't have a problem having sex with
another woman in this town, as he no longer lived here.  He made
it clear that he was more than interested in me.  I joined them
at he bar, and the sexual undertones were awesome.  He eyed Greg
warily, but did gently touch my arms and knees while making a
point.  We returned to the house and just sat and talked for
several hours.  As the conversation lagged, Greg began to doze in
the chair.  With a shake, he stood and announced he was going to
bed and wished Doug a safe trip home.  He was so obviously tired
that no one thought about it in the least.  At first.

     The words literally stopped and we looked at each other.
"Why are we doing this?" I finally asked.  "Because we're both a
little scared," he replied.  I gestured, and he moved to my side
on the couch.  "Silly," I said as Leaned towards him.  The gentle
kiss I had intended quickly became much more.  The intensity
flared as his hands began to touch and caress my body.  I moaned,
arched my back, allowed him total access to my still clothed
body.  We broke our kiss, only to have him begin kissing my neck.
I felt his hands slide beneath my shirt so I leaned downward to
aid his search for my breasts.  My bra I had removed earlier in
the evening, so his fingers discovered my hardened nipples and
warm skin.  He toyed with me, sliding and slipping his hands and
fingers over and around my body.

     Soon my shirt was gone as well.  He glanced at the staircase
and we discussed going to the spare bedroom.  He said he didn't
want to be near the children's rooms, so we retired to the family
area.  Beneath a five by six foot, floor to ceiling window we
began anew.  His mouth fastened on each nipple in turn.  His
shirt followed mine to the floor.  I tongued his nipples, sucking
almost harshly.  His response was immediate and positive.  He
arched his back so that my mouth pulled his nipples outward.  My
shorts and pantyhose were quickly discarded.  My pussy was on
fire as his hands played with me, and in no time I was sopping
wet.  His face descended and I gasped as his tongue worked it's
magic.  "I want you to come for me," he said as he gazed up from
my pussy.  He immediately returned his mouth and I moaned loudly.
With broad strokes and gentle flicks, his tongue drove me onward
until at last, I arched my back and cried out.  My orgasm was
overwhelming, an electric arc!!! I ground my pubis into his mouth
as a string of orgasmic shaking took me.

     He stood, and I dropped his trousers and underwear to his
ankles.  He kicked them off and I stroked his hardness.  Thank
you, thank you.  He wasn't immense, but his cock WAS a lovely
specimen.  I darted my tongue across the head, tasting the
precome gathered there.  I slowly encircled the crown with my
lips, running my tongue around the edge.  He groaned as I lifted
my lips and began to tongue the underside from crown to balls.  I
stroked him very slowly as my saliva lubricated him.  My hand
just slid as if greased, my fingers rotated and twisted.  I
returned my lips to his cockhead, suddenly engulfing the length
(as best I could).  I began to suck him, using my mouth like a
very tight pussy and my hands slipping and sliding.  In a matter
of seconds, he pulled away.  "Oh, no," he said with a gleam in
his eye, "I HAVE to fuck you."  With that, he pushed me backward
on the couch and guided his hardness towards me.

     His cock's entrance gave off incredible sensations.  I
groaned repeatedly as it slid within me.  At last, I could feel
his balls against my asshole.  It felt so good!!! So full!! He
withdrew a bit, and drove it home.  I grunted in appreciation,
pushing myself against him to gain maximum depth.  Again he
stroked in and out.  I felt my orgasm rise rapidly.  "This won't
take me long," I thought to myself.  Suddenly he stopped.  "I
can't do that," he muttered, "the floor is killing my knees."

     "I've got the cure," I said as I stretched out on the couch.
"Come here."  He did.  Lord did he.  I came at least twice more
as we fucked.  The moonlight blasting through the window gave
constant reminder that anyone who wanted could see me getting
totally and completely fucked.  Could see me acting like a slut
in heat.  As my second orgasm subsided, I had an evil thought.
"God, I'm going to wake Greg up when I go upstairs and make him
eat my pussy and fuck me again," I thought to myself.

     So I did.  But that is another story.