Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 11:18:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: My Novelette.: Makingit with Sir Hubert, part three

Making it with Sir Hubert, Chapter Three...

Finger licking good!

I had to tread carefully. Huby's wife obviously wanted to make her
fantasies come true. That's what she said when boldly, she announced that my
presence in her bedroom would do just that.

When I queried about her husband she said not to worry about him, and
anyway they don't sleep together, except maybe the occasional rant which doesn'
t  happen much anymore, and they had separate  bedrooms. That is why she is
hungry for gratification, she declared and I knew, the way she was looking
at  me, her wicked ways were focused on me.

So I started to get the picture. Sir Huby told me about their dissolving
sex life and that is why he turned to a diverse opportunity with me. It
seemed  to me that I was the guy who would serve to gratify them both, but I had
my job  to take into consideration and also my position with her husband as
my employer  -  if I got on the wrong side of him I would surely be out in
the cold -  and anyway I enjoyed his sex.

But what about a bit of totty on the side, first the main course with \Sir
Huby and then the sweet dessert with Franchesca?

I won't say that the idea of having sex with both of them was not appealing
 because it certainly was - not at the same time of course (although
perhaps that  would be nice) but how could I let go with her feeling that Huby
would find out;  and what then?

Perhaps it wasn't a good idea no matter how much the invitation aroused me,
 and I didn't wish to upset the apple cart when things were going so
frightfully  well with `Hubykins'  (My new found nickname for him)

However, Franchesca was mature and instinctive - and determined and you
know what they say about a woman scorned, so what could I do? I wanted to
please  her and when she placed herself neatly on the settee beside me, when we
were  taking a coffee break after returning from delivering her husband to
the  Commons.

Whether is was a very atmospheric perfume she was wearing or just her
perseverance and utter charm, I felt myself hopelessly succumbing  to the  so
gentle  teasing touch of her lips brushing the nape of my neck.

"You are the most delightful chauffeur I have ever known, Alex.
May I  call you Alex?" she whispered so very seductively and, feeling that
familiar  quiver in my groin I said that would be nice, but all the time I
was fighting  with the idea of how I could avoid that which seemed imminent.

It was like I was in a veritable trap because, of course, what she was
doing to me, and the auto suggestion in her words made it very clear what she
had in mind. I fancied her to the balls and I felt ignoring her advances
were a  hopeless task.

Although she said she would be the most prudent woman possible and this was
 going to be a secret between her and I - she could not have known about
her  husband's relationship with me - but those persistent and kisses and the
utter  feel of her fingers walking up the inside of my thigh were more than
any red  blooded guy, bisexual or other, could take; and |I simply melted
into her arms`  and I was hers.

"OMG! I have always wanted a toy boy!" she cried out and I knew then there
 was no way back, this woman was determined to have her way no matter what
and  when her lips reached mine, opening them with hers to enjoy a very deep
French  kiss, and then the method she used to undo my chauffeurs tunic -
releasing  each button with a defined sensuality - and a whispery promise of
what was to  come.

Her hand was soon inside my shirt, tinkering across my chest and nipples
and already I was fully swollen and she sighed the sigh of a woman who cried
out  for gratification - the warmth of her breath was tantalising my
masculinity and  when she opened up my trousers, like it was an everyday thing,
teased me back  I  felt her tongue masquerading there -  her long delicious red
hair  hiding my new found erection, lavishing me like a hungry animal. I
was in for  the most warm and adorable promise with a woman, something that
had not happened  before, but not all what one would think, because. without
my knowing, because I  was in the depths of a sexual frenzy, enjoying her
exploitation of me,  it  seemed, she had somehow managed to don a strap- on
penis and balls; and all at  once, there was me thinking; like husband, like
his wife - she wanted my ass -  and then, showing me what she had done she
said quietly again that she hoped I  wouldn't be disappointed, but if I wanted
I could fuck her afterwards.

She then chatted on like most women do, talking about how some of her
friends take on toy boys to ease the drudgery of a failing marriage and how
beautiful it can be  using sex toys.

She seemed to know I was bisexual the way she talked; saying that I had the
 most enticing bum a girl could wish for and words like that, she said
perhaps I  would like to feel it the vibrating penis, perhaps  imagine it was
real;  and there was the suggestion that perhaps she knew about me and my
sexuality. Then passing through my mind the question, did her husband know and
 was it planned? and then flashing  in my mind , images of a bi-sexual
threesome.

But the imaginative stirrings dissolved when Franchesca, without
hesitation, smothered me in a lubricant which smelt of roses, commenting that it
looked as though someone had been there before, because it was so very pliable
but very lovely.

Enticing me upstairs to her bedroom she took me with gusto, and I was
immersed in the sheer pleasure of having a very sexually orientated woman fuck
me with a substitute cock!

I was having a veritable ball and so was Franchesca.

She liked me sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide apart, knees over
her shoulders as she thrust that vibrating penis with bouncing rubber balls
into  my being, all the time yelling;  "fuck, fuck, fuck" which sounded very
 alluring with her refined accent - until something  happened, she made one
 final thrusting movement and Bingo! She was there. Out she came and
descended  with a plop on the carpet leaving me with a very well worked and numb
orifice  and a half mast cock.

After a pause she uttered I was gorgeous and we would definitely have to
make a habit of this.

"Awe! But look at poor cocky, all drooping and forlorn; I think Franchesca
will have to do something about that."

And then; the feel of her mouth sucking the hell out of me and soon my
drooping cock was strong again, wedged neatly in the depth of her  throat,
simply enjoying the all Franchesca was giving with  long sumptuous and very
hungry sucking motions which gave me the most wonderful  vibrations, and I
laid there simply enjoying the moment with sweet, sweet  Franchesca. And her
sweet fuck was the perfect end to out very satisfying  morning together, the
feel of her squeezing me inside her, the feel of her pulse  swallowing my
stalk into her for the most rapturous  deep prolonged fuck  all the way, until
the perfect waterloo came like a proverbial gush of a volcano  and the deed
was done.

There was No going back now.

And when it was all over, my mind was back to how would it be if Huby found
 out - and for the moment I was hoping that they were both in it together,
then  there would be problem, I could well be the subject of their desire
either one  to one or a really beautifully orchestrated threesome which I had
once imagine,  two men and one girl of vice versa with homosexual and
lesbian trends. That  would be so nice. But could it happen

But for a while she wanted me simply to hug her as we sunk into the
beautiful world of a post sexual extravaganza, she so gently felt me still,
teasing her small finger there, around and around, then she sucked it, pushed it
to my lips urging me to do the same.

"Finger licking good!" she chuckled and thanked me for the most beautiful
happening a woman could wish for.

Then would you believe, Huby wanted me in the evening. But his wife was
home. He usually chose to have me when she was out or away.

But he seemed not concerned, the sexual urge was too great he confessed
leading me to his bedroom, and then he fucked me with complete oblivion over
the  edge of the bottom bed frame, a cushion suitable placed to give him the
perfect  access to my still ripe and ready fuck hole, that is what he was
calling it as  he commenced to fuck me.

"That's so good after a hard day in the Commons - and you are so lucid
tonight, almost as if you have prepared yourself for this, Alex!"

My lips were sealed thinking to myself if only he knew I had fucked his
wife the same day and she me, taking the exact same route and me presenting
myself for service. I was thinking that, it felt good that I was capable of
giving them both perfection.

Soon Huby cried out Allah! As always he did on reaching a climax and   I
immediately felt a release - where there had been warmth and activity all was
silent, and yet it felt he was still there inside me and it was so very
beautiful.