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When the call finally came, early on the second afternoon, Ross glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight in San Diego.
“Hello.”
“It’s me.”
“I knew that from caller I.D.” He struggled to keep his voice flat, neutral.
“Come back.”
“Why?”
“I need you.”
“Is that why you’ve been fucking this Brad?
“Maybe. I don’t know. I asked you not to go to Singapore.”
“And I told you I had to. It is my job, and this is the place where it has to be done. You could have come with me.”
“I have my own career and it is here. I didn’t spend all those years at Stanford just to sit around playing bridge with a bunch of ex-pat wives.”
They both ran down and were silent. Finally she started again,
“We’ve been through all that too many times already.”
“Yes, we have. What we haven’t been through is your telling me about the interesting little email I received the other day.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What the hell do you think I want to know? I see a photograph of you naked on your knees sucking another man’s cock and listen to him fuck your ass, and you ask what I want to know?”
Silence.
“Start with how you met this guy.”
“Last Saturday. At one of those charity things. It was my turn to represent the office. I went alone--if you’d been here this never would have happened--and was seated at a table with four couples and Brad, who is divorced and also was there alone. I only knew one of the other couples: the husband is with one of the engineering firms we sometimes use.
During dinner Brad and I talked. He is very confident, very smart, and was amusing. It was nice to have someone take an interest in me.
After dinner there was the usual charity blind auction and then a band for dancing. I was just getting ready to leave when Brad asked me to dance, and I thought why not?
It was nice, and then there was a slower dance and he held me a little closer, nothing improper, and then by accident or on purpose, I don’t know which, another couple may have bumped into him, but his body pressed against mine and I felt his cock rock hard through his trousers and my dress, It was only momentary. He immediately pulled back. But it was electric. And when it happened again a minute later, we both knew that this time it wasn’t an accident.
We were still dancing, and he was looking at my face to see what I was going to do, to see if I pulled away. But it felt so good. I’m so tired of masturbating. It was right there. I wanted a cock, and yours was seven thousand miles away. This one was only a few thin layers of fabric away.
When I didn’t pull away, he pressed a little closer. And I pressed back.
The song ended. He said, ‘Meet me in the lobby in ten minutes.’ I don’t think I’ve said the event was at the Hyatt. He didn’t ask. He just said to meet him. That is one of his attractions.
I went back to the table, said good night, went to the lobby. He had taken a room. I felt the knowing eyes of the man at the desk on me as we walked to the elevator, but I didn’t care.
We went up to the room and I spent the night with him.”
“And you think that’s it?
You didn’t just spend the night with him. You let him fuck you inside out and stick his fist up your cunt. You did more with him in one night than you’ve done with me in eight years.”
“It all just happened. I told you he doesn’t ask. He just goes ahead and does things. Do you want details?”
“I already have more details than I want. I want explanations.”
“About what specifically?”
“Why you gave him your ass, for one thing?”
“I didn’t give it. He took it.”
“Not, from the sound of the recording I heard, against your will.”
“Look. We went up there, our clothes flew off, and we fucked. First missionary, then he turned me over onto my knees. Still in my vagina.
It felt so good. I was so hungry. So empty. And he is strong. Lots of energy. He made me come two or three times--I’m not sure--before he did.
And then we collapsed and lay there, still entangled.
Finally he rolled away and got a bottle of white wine from the in-room bar, and brought me a glass. I was already a little drunk, but I’m not using that as an excuse.
We drank some wine and talked, and then he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, something he hadn’t done, and when we broke, his hand was behind my head, guiding it toward his waist. I let him. He had brought me pleasure; I wanted to please him.
Our juices had dried on his cock. I could taste them, but I didn’t care. I said that before, but that was it: that night I just didn’t care. I sucked his cock and he came.”
“You swallowed.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like to swallow mine.”
“This was different. He was a stranger. I wanted him to like me.”
“And you don’t care if I like you?”
“You know that’s not what I meant. It’s different with someone the first time than with a spouse you can count on.”
“And the rest?”
“The rest?”
“You do recall his fist up your cunt? He said you screamed when it went in, so I assume it was memorable.”
“After he came in my mouth, he went down on me.
I was a little surprised because his come was in me, but he only licked around my clit.
It felt good. I’d had more wine by then and was feeling it. I put my head back and closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations.
As he used his tongue on me, I felt him slip a finger in and began to move it in and out. That felt even better.
After a while I sensed that he had added a second finger, then a third. And he was fucking me with them harder. I was feeling fuller and fuller.
I was building toward orgasm. I don’t recall the fourth finger or his thumb, but he must have slipped them in, for suddenly, unexpectedly, there was this shock of pain and I screamed. My head jerked off the pillow. He looked up at me and said, “It’s o.k. It’s going to be all right. It’s in and it’s going to feel very good now.” I looked down and couldn’t believe that his wrist just ended at my lips, and I realized that his entire hand was in me. I think I whimpered.
He said, “It doesn’t hurt now, does it?” And it didn’t. I nodded no.
‘Put your head back and just enjoy. It will be phenomenal.’
I lowered my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes again. I’ve never felt so full. I mean you have a great cock; but nobody has a cock that thick.
He began to move his arm slowly and stroke me from the inside with his fingers. There must be something inside me slightly off center. You know how hard I come when you fuck me with one leg over your shoulder, rather than two. Well, whatever it is, he touched it and stroked it as he fucked me with his fist harder, and I exploded. He said I screamed again. I don’t recall. I think I may have actually passed out from pleasure, have been for a few moments unconscious.
Well, you asked.”
“And your ass?”
She sighed.
“That was later. Sometime during the night. I don’t know when.
We finished the bottle of wine and fell asleep. I woke when he slipped the end of his cock in me. There was momentary pain then, too, but nothing like his fist. Nothing bad. I was relaxed and maybe still wet from lots of juices. For all I know he may have lubricated it with something. Anyway it slipped in fairly easily. And I just lay there on my side without saying anything, without moving, really without responding in any way. I just let him do it.
He put his left hand at the base of my neck and the right on my hip--I was on my left side--and held me firmly and took me. His cock is long like yours. And soon it was thrusting all the way up me. It didn’t feel good or bad. You know I don’t come from anal. And even though he’d already come twice, his breathing quickly became ragged and I felt it get hard as cocks do when the semen is flooding from the balls; and he buried it all the way in me and held there. I couldn’t actually feel the come spurt out, but I did feel his cock pulse.
After a minute or so, he pulled out. I didn’t say anything. Just fell back asleep.
And, so that it’s all out in the open, in the morning he fucked me again, or he had me fuck him. I was on top.
Then he said he had to leave. He didn’t offer an explanation. He showered, got dressed, put a business card on my purse, and left.
And after a while I went home and soaked in a hot bath.”
“But you kept his card.”
“Yes.”
“And you called him.”
“Yes.”
And when Ross didn’t say anything, she continued.
“I wasn’t going to.
I’m not going to lie to you. I felt good Sunday afternoon. My body was sore. But it was a good sore. I’d needed sex. I’d had some great orgasms. I was relaxed instead of tense. There was a post-coital glow. I went to bed early and had the soundest sleep since you flew away.
Monday morning I still felt good. But as the day went on, I became increasingly distracted. I was too aware of my body. My breasts shifting as I moved. My thighs rubbing together. It was as though my nerve endings were exposed. Everything was heightened. And it began to make me anxious. Driving home that evening, I was at a stop light and glanced over at the car next to me. My eyes were drawn to the man’s hands on the steering wheel. I didn’t even see him. Just his hands. I wanted them on me.
I didn’t sleep well that night. And the next morning, after telling myself countless times that I shouldn’t, I took out his card and called him.
You know the rest.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“No. And he is certainly not in love with me.”
“In the recording he said something about this weekend.”
“He told me to be out front at 7:00 p.m. tomorrow night. He made it clear that he is not coming up here. I’m to be down there waiting for him. He’ll drive by and if I’m not there, he’ll just keep on going. He has a place up in the mountains, somewhere around Julian, but on the side overlooking the desert. His father was a small farmer in the Imperial Valley and he likes looking down on where he came from. He’s going to take me up there to share with some of his friends.”
“What? A gang-bang?”
“I guess that’s what it’s called.”
“You’re not going. You can’t.”
“He was right when he said that I’m lost. Come back and save me.”
“I have to be in Shanghai on Monday, and I couldn’t get there by tomorrow night anyway.”
“Someone else can go to Shanghai, and it will be enough if I know you are coming. That you’re on a plane.”
“I can’t send someone else. I’m meeting with CEOs. They would be insulted if I foisted them off with Ted or Jim. And I won’t be emotionally blackmailed. You can get on a plane as easily, more easily than I can.”
“Then it looks as though I’m going to have an interesting weekend.”
“Carol, don’t do this.”
“I don’t think I mentioned that he told me to wear just a coat and shoes. Nothing else. I won’t need clothes.”
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