Archive for April, 2008

Pushing the Envelope part22

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

rustling sound. I heard a door shut. “I sent Marco to get some K-Y.
He’s been desperate to get into my ass.”

“Hope I’m not causing any problems.”

“No, it was time I said yes anyway. What’s your problem,
sweetie?”

I told her about Kim, and said, “Betts, I’m lonely. Who do we
know in town?”

“For a good therapeutic fuck?” Long silence. “You can’t glue a
broken heart with jism, Gil. You just can’t.”

“My heart’s not broken, Betts. I just don’t have the patience
…End of the part22. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part21

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

Damn it, I didn’t want a pro. And I didn’t want to go to the bar
and sift through the teases and the tarts.

Finally, I picked up the phone and called Betty in Cancun; I
didn’t know what time it was there. She picked up the phone on the
fourth ring.

“Hey, Betty,” I said.

“Gil?” Nice to know she still recognized my voice. “Where are
you?”

I told her. “Betts, I hate to do this, but I need a favor.”

I heard her murmuring to someone at her end, and there was a
…End of the part21. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part20

Monday, April 28th, 2008

“I don’t cheat on my husband. We’ll have coffee.” She grinned.
“It’s an old times thing.”

I nodded and I left. I didn’t even shake her hand.

I didn’t expect her to call me for coffee, and if she did, I
wasn’t going to accept. Playing around with a client or a client’s
wife is trouble. But in my hotel room the next night, I found myself
thinking about her. I flipped through channels on the television,
discovered I was seriously thinking about the porn movies, and grabbed
the Yellow Pages phone book off the nightstand. I opened it to the
Escorts section, then shut it again.

…End of the part20. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part2

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

“I’ve never cheated on her, but…well, all I’m saying is,
sometimes a guy gets the urge to look. Kim wouldn’ look. I’m the
only man she’s ever…y’know?” He sat there, blinking. He looked like
he was about to weep from the beauty of his wife’s purity.

“Why don’t we go?” I suggested.

“One more drink,” he insisted. “It’s a big deal. This’
firs’ time Murdock signed with an outta-state comp’ny.”

“Why don’t we have that drink at home?” I suggested.

“Good idea! Y’meet Kim. Meet the little woman. She’s salt of
the earth. Y’r salt of the earth.” I flagged down our waitress before
everyone in the bar became salt of the earth. Murdock tried to pay,
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part19

Saturday, April 26th, 2008

month.”

“Maybe we could have coffee. A breakfast or lunch or something.”

“Maybe.” I could see the clean line of her neck and shoulders,
the weight of her breasts under her blouse, the curve of her calves.
I wondered what she looked like naked, now. “Kim,” I said.

“Yes?” she asked.

I paused. To be honest, I was listening for noises from
upstairs. She uncrossed her legs, and I wanted to tear her clothes
off. Instead, I said, “Kim, I don’t play with clients’ wives. It’s a
fairness thing.”

…End of the part19. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part18

Friday, April 25th, 2008

like that. Her tongue was urgent, forceful. I could taste coffee and
Amaretto in her mouth. There was that stirring of my cock, that
awareness, that hadn’t been present for the strippers or (it seemed)
for a long time. I wrapped my arms around her, the warm solid
sweetness of her, and hugged her tightly. She bit gently on my
tongue, and I withdrew it, her tongue following mine. I heard, or
thought I heard, a sound from upstairs. I pulled my head back; she
leaned hers forward to follow but I broke free.

I tried a smile. “Whew.”

She moved away from me and sat on the edge of an end table by the
coat rack. “How long are you in town?”

“All month,” I told her. “I’m using this as my base for the
…End of the part18. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part17

Thursday, April 24th, 2008

She said quietly, “So were you.” I was embarrassed, I don’t know
why.

We looked at each other for a long time. A lot of things flashed
into my mind: the solid rhythmic weight of Kim on my hips; Meyer’s
fussy voice as he directed someone; the sound of Kim’s laugh; the
musty smell of the tarps in the back of the microbus; all the time on
the road and all the strangers, all the time; how Kim had said
good-bye and I hadn’t, and how cold it had been walking home; and her
husband, sleeping upstairs. Part of me said, What the hell, so I
leaned forward and kissed her good-bye.

She returned the kiss, staying with me when I pulled back,
pressing her body against mine. We didn’t break the kiss but stayed
…End of the part17. To be continued..

Nude Nubiles

Thursday, April 24th, 2008

There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs that were burning brightly in the fireplace. It warmed me with its radiating heat as I sat on the floor before it. I slowly sipped the wine which he so readily poured. It was sweet with a robust aroma that was clouding my head and thoughts. I watched him as he turned to place another log on the fire. Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I readily accepted.
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Pushing the Envelope part16

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008

me–”

I held up my hands. “I wasn’t criticising.” I stood up. I had
barely touched my coffee. “I should go. It’s late, and I’ve got
clients to see in the morning.

She seemed grateful, and nervous, and she walked me to the door.
I stopped after I put on my jacket and asked her, “Whatever happened
to Zeke, anyway?”

She laughed. “Zeke! Oh my God, I’d forgotten about Zeke!” Her
hand went to her cheek. “He died in his sleep. He lived a long, good
life. I miss him still sometimes.”

“He was one of the good ones.”
…End of the part16. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part15

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008

when he goes off to the strip clubs.”

I smiled. “He doesn’t think you know about that.”

She shrugged. “You learn things about your husband, and one of
the things you learn is which lies are important.”

“Like your virginity,” I said.

“What?”

“He said you were a virgin when you got married.”

“Oh. I hoped–” She started again, explaining: “I didn’t mean to
lie. It just seemed so important to him, and it didn’t matter to
…End of the part15. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part14

Monday, April 21st, 2008

was still wobbly when she tried to dress, so I drove her back to her
residence in her car.

Once there, I had no way home but to walk. Kim invited me to
spend the night, but I sensed that her time with us had ended, and I’m
no good with good-byes. I scratched Zeke behind the ears and walked
back to the loft.

Betty noticed Kim was gone, but she said nothing. Betty knew
when to be quiet.

“Thank you,” Kim said. “For helping with George.” She played
with her coffee spoon. “He doesn’t drink that much, normally. Only
…End of the part14. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part13

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

made no sound except for the whispering of moist skin against skin. I
was almost detached from what was going on, just the instrument of her
pleasure; I watched her breasts move as she rode me. She gave a long
sigh, and I thought we were finished when she lay down on me. Her
nipples were cool and soft against my chest.

Instead, she tugged gently, and we both rolled over, keeping my
cock inside her, and settled into the old-fashioned missionary
position. “Hold me,” she whispered. “Come inside me.”

I didn’t last very long; after only a couple of dozen strokes I
came with surprising force.

We lay there for some time, listening to our heartbeats. Finally
she kissed me and asked me to be a dear and fetch her clothes. She
…End of the part13. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part12

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

rule; I insisted that everyone had to have a place to go where there
was no pressure to perform.

I tucked her in and she took hold of my arm. “Don’t go,” she
murmured. I stripped to my underwear and lay beside her, and she
moulded herself to me. We both fell asleep. I woke in the night to
find that my shorts were gone and she was astride me, flopped forward
against my chest, her head nuzzled against mine. Her hips moved up
and down, riding me gently. I don’t know how long we performed like
that, but she slowed and shuddered several times. Downstairs, I could
hear the susurrus of orgy.

At last Kim pushed herself upright and tossed back her head. She
pumped up and down the full length of my cock, keeping me in only by
my foreskin. Unlike every other time we’d had sex, she was silent; we
…End of the part12. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part11

Friday, April 18th, 2008

she’d just finished four essays or something; it was February. I
rescued her when I discovered she’d fainted under two other girls and
the man they were blowing. I carried her up to the loft where the
bath and the sleeping bed were and I laid her in the tub. I tried to
undo the nipple clamps, but they were too slippery with come. Finally
I took the plastic showerhead for washing hair and hosed her down.

I unfastened all the clamps–nipples, labia, elbows, ears–and
stripped off her rubber gloves and boots. I checked her for dildoes
and other insertions, anal and vaginal, and filled the tub with warm
water and bath oil. Threads of semen floated off her as the water
rose.

After a half hour, she was just asleep. I woke her enough to dry
her and put her in the big sleeping bed. The sleeping bed was my
…End of the part11. To be continued..

Pushing the Envelope part10

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

She nodded. “And the bills have to be paid.”

“It’s shameful,” I said, “but I like three squares a day. Not
like it used to be.”

“God, those were the days.”

“Weren’t they, though?”

I don’t always remember the last time with someone, but I
remembered the last time with Kim: She’d participated in one of
Meyer’s orchestrated orgies, and she was wrecked, exhausted. I think
…End of the part10. To be continued..