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Subject: {ASSM} Kind of a Guy Thing by Katie McN (MFF, Rom, RP)
Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 14:10:01 -0400
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Kind of a Guy Thing

By Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>


Notice:  (C) Copyright, 2000 by Katie McN.
This is an adult story and contains all sorts
of sexy things. You should be at least 21 and
you better make sure it's legal to read
explicit descriptions of adults having sex
where ever you are cause I don't want you to
get in trouble.

I'd like to hear from you. Drop me a line at
katie@katiemcn.com

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She was nude. She had the most beautiful body
I'd ever seen and she was waiting for me to
undress. I stood still like a deer caught in a
headlight and wondered how brave I could be.

The Company Christmas Party is always at
Gutheries. We have dinner in one of the
private rooms out back and then move to the
bar to see which one of the guys is going to
make a fool of himself. This year it was my
husband.

I saw him standing next to her and wondered
how he was able to keep his tongue in his
mouth.

She was a vision of youth and beauty wrapped
in a sequined mini-dress. Most women couldn't
wear heels that high, but she floated across
the room like a cloud passing in front of a
full moon. Her reddish brown hair covered some
of her back, but not enough to hide the fact
that most of her dress ended up on the cutting
room floor. Skin, eyes, lips, mouth and more,
everything that could be put into a five foot
five package of excitement. A lot more than
that.

She wasn't much older than our daughter.

My husband stood next to her acting as silly
as any teenage boy at a high school dance. He
wasn't even trying to hide his stare as he
looked down the front of her dress. Her boobs
stuck out so far I knew he couldn't possibly
see if she wore shoes or not. It probably
didn't matter much since he was too busy
lusting after her young girl body. He wasn't
the only guy who found her new and different.
He wasn't the only guy who wanted to be warmed
by the glow of her fire. He wasn't the only
one, but he was my husband and I was mad.

"Dammit, Bill, you really embarrassed me. How
could you make a fool of yourself at my
company party?"

I finally pried him away from her and got him
into the car. I was driving, of course, but
still able to give him a piece of my mind.
Ever since the kids went off to school, he's
been acting stupid. I guess a lot of guys go
through it once the kids are out of the nest,
but it still hurts to be married to one. He
didn't have a lot to say and we finally ended
up driving home in silence. Not an argument,
but not real friendly either.

"Thanks for going to lunch with me, Kayla. I'm
so sorry. My husband acted like a jerk at the
party and I want to apologize for him."

"Forget it, Sally. He was just being a guy
who had one too many. Happens all the time. No
big deal."

I really never noticed how beautiful Kayla was
until I saw her laugh. I work with her every
day and I guess I'm used to seeing her covered
up in normal clothes. Even though she wasn't
dressed like a Christmas tree ornament, she
still turned heads. She seemed unaware
of all the attention, but I knew better. Women
know how to pretend they don't notice they're
being checked out. I've done it for years.

"Your husband was just being silly. It's kind
of a guy thing and I know it doesn't mean
shit."

She talked with her mouth and her hands. It
seemed so natural being with her. So natural
and friendly. It was easy to see why my
husband and every other guy would be attracted
to a woman like her.

"Your husband is kind of cute, Sally, so it
wasn't as if some creep like Marsh from
accounting was hanging all over me. Anyhow,
you're a babe so it's not like you should be
jealous or anything."

What started out as something that had to be
done turned out fine. A babe? That was nice to
hear. I could see myself being friends with
this woman who was almost half my age. We got
off into other things. The kind of things
women talk about when they're trying to
decide how close they can get. The party was
forgotten. We learned a lot about each other
on that day and on the other days that
followed.

"Happy birthday!"

Bill told me he'd kill me if I ever had a
surprise birthday party for him, but I figured
something special had to happen on the Big
Four O. He couldn't say three people was a
real party anyhow.

I think he liked checking Kayla out more than
the dinner we slaved over all afternoon. Who
could blame him? She looked hot, but I was
getting my share of attention, too. I tarted
it up a little bit and I guess I made the cut.
Well, I was a "babe" after all and I felt a
little warm feeling wrap itself around my mind
when I caught him checking me
out.

"Come on, Bill, let's go into the living room
and open presents."

We finished a bottle of wine with dinner and
all three of us were feeling the glow. Very
nice, very pleasant.

Bill and I plopped down on the couch while
Kayla turned on the CD player. Hard to imagine
a girl that young would know James Brown,
but that's what she played. Lots of bass. Lots
of soul.

"Okay, now it's time for me to open my
presents. Bring 'em on girls."

"It doesn't work that way, Bill. We're  going
to be doing the opening for you."

I don't think he heard me. He was watching
Kayla dancing by herself and she was really
getting into it. Pretty easy to do when JB is
playing "Get Up Like a Sex Machine." Wow, if
she ever got out of public relations, she
could make a fortune as a dancer.

We were both enjoying the view when she
finally noticed us. She just played at first.
She pulled her skirt up just a little bit
higher. Her hands moved across her breasts and
hips. A little daring, real sexy, but not
enough to let Bill know what was coming next.

When her hands went behind her back and we
heard the sound of the zipper moving
relentlessly toward her waist, I thought Bill
was going to fall off the couch. She somehow
kept the front of her dress in place as she
slid first one arm out of a sleeve and then
let the other one go free. She held her top in
front of her and made a cute little wiggling
motion as she slowly let it slide lower and
lower.

We got a tiny peek at the top of her black
strapless bra before she turned around and
bent over. Her dress outlined every curve of
her well formed ass. Just in case we didn't
notice, she moved her butt back and forth in
time to the music and gave us plenty to
admire. When she turned back, the top of her
dress was around her waist and her bra
presented her tits like two jewels on a black
velvet shelf.

Bill was hard as a rock, but still trying to
hide the tent in the front of his pants from
our nosy eyes.

That's no fun.

I put one arm around his shoulder and give him
a tiny kiss on the cheek and made sure my boob
was pressed up against his arm. My hand found
his leg right away, but took a long time to
wander over to the cock that was jumping
around and hoping for the best. When I
finally touched it, he made one of those
special sounds that women live to hear.

We watched Kayla struggle to push her dress
down past her hips. She was still moving real
nice and we both were leaning forward in
anticipation as her dress finally dropped to
the floor. She stepped out of it as if it
wasn't there and came closer so we wouldn't
miss a thing.

I kept up the pressure on Bill's cock with one
hand while I let the other one search for the
sensitive places on the back of his neck. They
were real easy to find.

Guys are funny. When I crossed my legs, my
dressed moved a few inches above my knee. He
checked me out even though there was a girl in
a black uplift bra, garter belt, seamed
nylons, cute little panties and high heels
bumping and grinding in front of him. Kind of
fun for me.

I could hear Bill suck wind when Kayla threw
her bra across the room. I thought her boobs
would never stop bouncing. She really didn't
need the bra. Her tits were perfect without
it. I could look at them forever, but found my
eyes wandering down a little lower as her
hands let us know she was going to take her
tiny little panties off next.

She decided to show us her ass and turned
around in time to the music. We saw her bare
back and the most perfect butt anyone could
imagine peeking out of her panties. The seams
on her nylons pointed to each of those two
well formed globes and enticed us to stare
with open abandon. Her panties slipped down
below her ass and we got to see that her
treasure was just as nice as we imagined. She
turned around so we could watch her push her
panties down below the tiny patch of pubic
hair that signaled the start of her private
place. When her panties were finally off, she
threw them at Bill and laughed at the two of
us. She still had on her very high heels,
stockings and garter belt, but looked naked as
she danced in time to another R & B song.

She continued on.

Her hands touched her breasts and squeezed her
already hard nipples. A hand trailed down her
tummy and found itself in the patch of hair
that highlighted her sex. She teased us with
one finger. I wondered if she would do it. I
wondered no more as I saw her finger disappear
into her pussy. She moved her hand up and down
in sync with my breathing. Just before
something beautiful happened, she stopped and
pulled me out on the floor.

She was nude. She had the most beautiful body
I'd ever seen and she was waiting for me to
undress, but she didn't wait for long.

She moved her hands over my body in time to
the music. She rubbed herself against me and
let her tongue sneak into my ear and then into
my mouth. We kissed, a real hot kiss that
seemed to last forever and since her hands
were already there, she unzipped my dress all
the way down to my ass.

Bill never missed a thing and I knew my job
was to stand there while all his hidden
fantasies unfolded right before his eyes.

She pulled my dress up to give him a good look
at my legs. She made sure to touch my legs and
she let her hand linger on the soft skin just
above my stocking tops. She pulled my hand
onto her breast and pressed it into her soft
woman flesh.

My clothes slowly disappeared in a river of
lust. There wasn't a place on my body that
remained unexplored. Her hands, fingers,
boobs, hips, mouth, tongue and everything
touched my everything again and again. There
was fire and electricity and magic and more
than that, but not enough, not nearly enough,
not just then.

"I never thought I'd end up in bed with two
hot women."

"Shut up and fuck." I guided his cock into
Kayla's pussy. He had no problem getting in.
She was wet and very ready and I could feel
both of them moving toward each other with a
rhythm in the key of sex. I rubbed my tits on
his back and squeezed his ass while he fucked
Kayla. I squeezed his balls and kissed his
neck. I let my finger slide across his
asshole. I played him like a fine tuned
instrument and his pleasure was my symphony.

He tried to make it last forever, but of
course forever came faster than he wanted. He
exploded his lust into her body and kept
fucking her as his cock filled her with his
love.

I pushed him on his back and started to lick
him clean. I knew the taste of his dick. I
knew the taste of his sperm. But there was a
new taste, a very nice taste, a taste I wanted
to learn more about it.

Kayla was kissing him while I sucked his cock.
He was like a kid in a candy store with a
Platinum credit card. I wasn't surprised when
his erection filled my mouth. He was ready to
go again and who could blame him. I kept
sucking his manhood while Kayla took an
inventory of everything else. I could tell by
the way he was moving that he liked the taste
of Kayla's pussy. It must have been almost as
good as what I tasted as he came with a frenzy
in my mouth.

"Enough, enough. Let me rest a minute."

"Aw, just when me and Kayla were getting into
it, Bill. We'll just have to do something
else."

He got to watch us do the something else. I
never had sex with a woman before that night.
It was nice and it was different. We were on
stage with an audience of one. A one who got
to see us do everything two women could think
to do. A one who got to see his wife do
something with another woman. A something he
could only dream about before that night. A
something burned deeply into a hidden place in
his mind where he could cherish it forever.

Kayla stayed over and we kept it up all night
until we collapsed in bed for a few hours of
sleep. All three of us were exhausted good. I
went to bed with a 40 year old man who turned
out to be hotter than a 14 year old boy in a
porno story.

"I never want to do that again."

I couldn't believe my ears.

I was just finishing up the breakfast dishes
and Kayla was on her way home. He was sitting
at the kitchen table. Just the two of us
talking like we always do.

"Kayla is real cute and I know all my friends
would just die if they knew what happened."

I was going to mention how unhappy he would be
if he told his friends, but I didn't think it
would be necessary.

"Watching the two of you get it on was really
something and I couldn't believe how many
times I got off."

I could believe it either, but wasn't
complaining one bit. In fact, I was hoping he
had a little something left for later in the
day.

"I liked watching you get it on with her and
really loved doing it myself. But you know..."

Well, this forty year old mother of two almost
cried when I heard what he had to say next.
Sure he liked getting it on with a hot young
girl like Kayla. He didn't know anyone who was
able to satisfy two women like he did. He got
a good ego pump of course, and he got to
make his fantasy world a reality. I was glad
he liked his birthday present, but I liked the
present he gave me a lot better than he would
ever know.

"Did you notice how boring she was after we
finished having sex? She really hasn't been
around a lot, has she? Well, she's young so I
guess she has some living to do. I'm not sure
I could handle that on a regular basis
though."

My, my, I guess living for forty years has a
payoff. How nice.

"You know, Sally, it's great being married to
a woman and not a little girl. Uh, did I ever
tell you that I love you?"

The End

Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

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