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Subject: {ASSM} Conventional Temptation [3/3] REV (Jeff Zephyr) (MF, solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)
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Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.
Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.
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mine.
===
Conventional Temptation (Part Three of Three) (revision 1) - by Jeff
Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.
Quick outline: Al is married to Gwen, goes away to a business
convention for a three-day weekend, and is tempted by an attractive
female friend.
Codes, for overall story: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)
===
Conventional Temptation - by Jeff Zephyr
Part 3
"Honey, I'm home! Baba Loo!"
I just have to say that, almost every time I get back from a trip. We
weren't quite Ricky and Lucy, but we were happy and in love. At least,
I hoped that we were in love, and would stay that way, despite
temptations and troubles.
The kids jumped up, very happy to see Daddy. I was only away two
full days, not long at all if you think about it. But they sure seemed to
miss me, and I missed them too.
"What did you get me, daddy? What did you get me?"
OK, maybe it wasn't just me. But I always got a lot of little toys,
clothes, magazines, etc., "freebies" given away by other vendors, and
the kids appreciated them. I got each a real present of some kind, a
small toy or candy, as well. After the distraction of looking at all of
the junk to pick out things they might actually like, the came back to
hug dad, and kiss. They then went back to playing again, and Gwen
and I were left alone.
The kids were not quite big enough to watch themselves completely,
but our neighbor's daughter was there, and she could cover things to
give us a bit of time alone. We really appreciated that, as our
separations tended to make both of us very horny. There was more to
the situation this time, but for now Gwen didn't seem too worried.
Maybe she hadn't checked the message I left.
"Come here, Al," Gwen commanded, and she pulled me into a hot kiss
as I did so. We stayed like this for quite some time, letting our tongues
rub together, her hands rubbing my body and mine hers. I usually take
this as a sign that she wants to have sex before talking. I started to kiss
my way down her neck, towards her breasts, when she said, "Stop."
She pulled her pants off, showing me her nicely shaved pussy. Gwen
always trims it, but my last look at it saw a tuft of hair above the slit,
which was now gone. She pointed down to her slit and said, "Continue
from there."
"Happy to oblige, ma'am," I said, chuckling. And I proceeded to do so,
enjoying the feel and taste of the woman I love. She was quite wet,
and I suspected that she had done some "prep work" on herself before
I got home, perhaps when she shaved.
Gwen seemed to be enjoying my attentions. She loves slow licking,
even when some hard clit-sucking might get her off faster, because it
just feels so good. I kept taking my time, lapping at her pussy, sticking
my tongue inside, sucking the edges, and then nibbling on her shaved
mound. I didn't feel any stubble, and I enjoyed the feeling of her
smooth skin under my tongue so much I could hardly stand it. I was
already turned on from earlier in the day, and this had me so hard I
could feel my cock hurt as it pressed against my pants. I was really
getting into making Gwen feel good when we heard a loud noise. Then
a loud voice, crying, "Mommy, mommy!"
Our daughter came to our door and told us that our son wouldn't leave
her alone. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, for them to disagree, and
there was someone else for her to go to. Gwen said, "Just play nice for
a little bit. I want to be alone with Dad for a while. Please?"
Well, that wasn't good enough. More complaints followed, then a
quick bang on the door. Gwen went over to the door, opened it
slightly, and talked for a while. She looked so sexy to me, standing
there behind the door, no pants on, bare ass staring at me. I know that
there is nothing unusual in my daughter seeing her naked, and we
didn't make a habit of concealing that we slept naked, but knowing
that our neighbor might peek was somehow a turn-on.
Fortunately, no one asked me to say anything, because my distraction
would have shown. I don't think that Gwen would have minded, but it
might be a little bit embarrassing. When Gwen finally convinced the
kids to go and play nice, we resumed our entertainment.
I told her, "Stand there against the door, just like that. Spread your legs
and let me lick your ass."
"Oh, I love it when you suck up to me like that," she answered,
laughing. And though my original aim was a bit more forward, I did
indeed lick her ass, and make it wet, before turning her around and
kissing her again.
"God, I missed you," Gwen sighed when we separated after our kiss.
"Please, I'd really appreciate some nice cunt snuggles right now, if you
don't mind, love."
And I did that, went down on her again, and spent a long time kneeling
in front of her until she came. I was going to start talking about the
special events of my trip, but instead I went over the usual business
and started in on the room mix-up. She asked about how the situation
with Daphne had worked, and whether I was turned on by the thought
of sharing a room with her.
"She is very nice. And horny, she even offered to sleep in my room
even though we didn't need to share."
"And you didn't take her up on her offer?"
"No, tempting though it was. I just didn't think it would be just one
night with her, if you know what I mean." And I laughed, and felt
uneasy, because I would need to explain about the "just one night"
which I did have with Samantha.
The kids ran up to the door again and yelled, "Pizza's here! Pizza's
here!"
"Well, suppertime now. I ordered pizza, 'cause I didn't want to cook
tonight. Not food, if you know what I mean. Go on and pay for it, I'll
catch up in a moment."
I left Gwen there bottomless, still making me very excited, paid for the
pizza, and got the kids and our neighbor girl set up for their supper.
Gwen came out and we all shared a meal. We talked over their
adventures of the weekend, and I told them of what I did, even though
most of it must be boring for a kid, though they always asked.
Despite trying to find another time to tell the story about Samantha,
we just didn't get another time to be alone until the kids were asleep. I
did mention to Gwen that something happened involving her, and that
we really needed to talk about it. Explaining had to wait until we
could be alone, not in front of the kids, I told Gwen, and that left it a
mystery for her to wonder about.
"Is this going to be a sexy story?" Gwen asked me. "I'm horny, so I
sure hope so."
She started to get undressed for bed, naked as usual, and I followed
suit. _Birthday suit,_ I thought to myself, and laughed, and then had to
explain where my thoughts went to cause that.
"Well, you could say that it is a sexy story. But I'm not sure how to tell
you about it."
"Well, just start at the beginning. Wait a minute, could you lick my
cunt first, and warm me up?"
"I'd love to do that," I said, and I proceeded to do it. Lying down made
this much easier to do, and, as usual, I didn't stick just with her pussy,
even though that was the best spot to turn her on and good for short
notice. I wanted her to be very relaxed and happy for what I had to tell
her about. Gwen got very turned on and seemed close to coming. I had
sped up my oral attention, flicking my tongue on her clit, when she
said, "Stop. I'm ready for my story, Daddy."
"Errr, are you sure you want to stop?"
"Lie on your back, and I'll get into the perfect listening position."
I lay down, and she bent over my very hard cock and licked it top to
bottom. She then sucked the entire thing in, swallowing it. But, almost
as quickly, she released it, and then moved to straddle my waist with
her thighs, facing towards me. She grabbed my shaft, guided it into
her, and slid downward. The shock almost knocked me out, despite
having fucked like this often. There was something special about my
wife fucking me so hard, riding up and down, as preparation for my
confession.
I felt that if I didn't speak now, I was going to either pass out with
pleasure or fuck all night without talking. Either could have been nice
to do, but I really, really wanted to explain what had happened and
how I felt about it. I started the story, telling how Samantha and
Daphne had flirted with me and how Sammy had come into my room.
I told about her offer to masturbate with me, letting me see her. I
described the event in some detail, and Gwen tensed her vaginal
muscles against my cock as I did this. So far, I felt that Gwen would
accept my actions, that I had done nothing too bad. Telling her about
Samantha licking the come off my cock drew a sigh and a pause in our
action, but I still went on with the story.
When I got to the part about my oral pleasure on her body, and my kiss
with her while we rubbed our bodies against each other naked, made
Gwen react. She leaned forward, moving to kiss me as we fucked. We
stayed like this for some time, pumping against each other. She
stretched her legs out, imitating the situation I had described with
Sammy, except that, instead of simply touching our organs together
externally, Gwen and I were joined, my body moving into hers below,
as our tongues moved together.
I exploded. I had been horny all day, hard often, and had not taken the
time to get even a little release before this. Gwen didn't release me as I
got soft. She used her hand to scratch my balls and used her pussy to
massage my cock, and I didn't even notice my hard-on go away, if it
ever did.
"Oh, that was intense. But don't stop your story yet, you have to tell me
everything!" ordered Gwen.
I was happy to obey. She hadn't stopped fucking me so far as I told the
story. _And_ I thought to myself, _if the situation were reversed, and
she was telling me about her similar activities, I wouldn't do it either.
I'd wait until we were done and then get upset, assuming that it
actually made me upset, or unhappy._ I wasn't sure if it would. I was
sure I would find out if I had made Gwen unhappy by my indiscretion
with Sammy. Or Samantha, whichever way it would be best to think
about her.
Of course, all this thinking meant I wasn't talking. Gwen said, "Well,
go on, tell me the rest of the story!"
I did, telling about sleeping in the bed with Sammy, about waking up
thinking that I was with Gwen and trying to fuck her. I told about the
rest of the morning, and how I had licked her pussy clean while
Daphne waited outside for us, even though I didn't know she was
there.
Finally, I told about how she had taken off her dress, as an incentive
for me to make love to her once more with my tongue, and how I had
left her on the bed, naked and asleep with pleasure. I finished up my
tale with the ride home, and how I had told Daphne about what I
would say to her, though I did explain that she thought it was just an
innocent sleep-together, not sex.
We fucked intensely for a while. A lovely, pulse-pounding, press of
my lips against hers, my cock into her vagina, rolling our bodies
together in pleasure. We hit our climaxes, she coming first, I
following, and then we lay there, spent.
"Why didn't you fuck her? That was a golden opportunity, Al!" Gwen
lamented.
"Huh? I was doing my best _not_ to do that, and you wonder why I
didn't fuck her?" I asked. "I was trying to be faithful and avoid
temptation."
"That's sweet," Gwen said. She pulled up away from me, and leaned
down to kiss and lick my cock. I let her do that, staying quiet. Her
teeth were very close to my balls, and, despite the other activity this
weekend and what we did just now, I began to get hard again.
"But, if it were me there, I could have convinced you to fuck me. You
did just about everything else, and to deprive me at the end of that
pleasure seems unfair. Stupid, even. Besides, you didn't even get off
before the trip home!"
"She was knocked out. You know, it happens to you sometimes too."
"Sure, but you could have fucked her to finish instead."
"Damn! I thought I did a good thing, resisting temptation."
"Oh, I love you for it, sure."
Gwen moved her pussy over my mouth, inviting me to eat her. She
sucked my cock into her mouth, slipping her tongue around it. I
pushed into her pussy, using my tongue, then my fingers, then both,
and I licked and finger-fucked her as she sucked me. I love 69, maybe
even more than fucking, though we tend to do both about as often. I
was not sure how to take her reaction to my news. But I was sure that
she loved me and that I loved her. And soon, we both felt a very
tangible joy as a result of that love. Sure, sex was a big part of the
feeling, but I couldn't resist letting her know my love for her in more
than just actions. I stopped licking long enough to say, "I love you,
always, darling."
"I love you too, my husband," Gwen tried to say, though it sounded
more like "Iwuf udohsp," since she didn't let go of my cock.
And that was how it went. We made love like that for quite some time,
and she came at least once before the final time, when I came. She slid
her body around to kiss me on the lips again, then we lay there, happy.
She said, "I have an idea. Let's go to a hotel next weekend. You can try
to resist me. We'll take the kids by my mom and have time to
ourselves. I bet that you won't be able to say no to fucking me. Just
pretend that Sammy is your faithful wife at home. It should be fun."
"What will you bet?"
"I'll have to think about that. We have a week to figure that out. I'll see
if you can really resist temptation!"
"I'll do my best."
"Besides, you owe me for your weekend with Sammy."
The end.
===
Thanks to Pat Harvey for proofing and editorial assistance.
Author's Notes - Jeff's Posers.
The end to this story raises some questions. I have ideas about
answers, but not solid enough to push me into writing a sequel, yet,
even though the tale is left open for one or two.
There was a rather prominent US Federal case which involved the
question of "what is sex" and is oral sex "sex"? In the course of this
story, there is the same kind of question, as far as cheating goes.
I suspect you can guess what Gwen and Al think the answer is. But
that answer raises some others.
What will Gwen want to bet, for the challenge of tempting her
husband?
What does Al owe Gwen for his time with Sammy?
In both cases, I don't think that money, or similar material things, are
part of the cost. And unless Gwen is wanting an open, swinging
relationship, her payment can't be sex with someone else. I can think
of a lot of possibilities, but nothing that immediately leaps up and says
"Yes, that's what Gwen wants!"
Could Al have avoided this temptation, despite his arousal? It took
some willpower not to go further, but how much more would it have
taken to not give in at all?
A harder question, no need to answer: Could *you* have stopped
yourself, in such a situation? Certainly, that has to be part of Gwen's
decision about this, her empathy for his situation.
Until I have Gwen's reactions, I can't continue this tale. I have other
things drawing my attention, other stories, but this situation seems
interesting. The resolution of their "bet" can't work, not without some
feeling for the other issue. Still, I wonder what the odds are for
resisting your wife for a three-day hotel weekend?
===
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