The following is a true story.  All of the people's names have

been changed to protect them.  I hope you enjoy it.  I certainly

did!!!



                       The Houseguest



     A message on the answering machine was the only notice of

his impending arrival.  Less than 12 hours from now, Doug would

be here to stay for a mere 48 hours.  She sighed heavily in

frustration.  Twice before she had come on to him. The first

time, many years before, she had been soundly rejected.  It had

hurt her ego pretty badly.  The second was during a visit when

he'd had surgery on his shoulder.  Can't really blame him for not

being sexually interested.  He was is considerable pain.  But she

and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with.

He was certainly a fantasy of hers.  Whether it would become a

reality would be another story.



     Of course, she'd had to work both evenings he was in town.

As they readied for bed the first night, Greg was telling her how

he and Doug had spent the evening in a bar, discussing a

multitude of subjects.  They were longtime friends, having been

on a ship together.  Neither had ever seen the other do anything

sexually incorrect with another woman, but they had a running

joke about an incident where a friend had sent away a girl from

their room without even asking if it was okay.  Throughout the

evening, Doug made reference to wishing the girl had stayed, as

well as other sexual topics.  Greg had chuckled, said "You never

know", and made passionate love to me as if to be loud enough for

Doug to hear in the next room.



     The following evening, Greg and Doug had again hit a bar for

drinks and conversation.  At some point in the conversation, Doug

made the comment that he wouldn't have a problem having sex with

another woman in this town, as he no longer lived here.  He made

it clear that he was more than interested in me.  I joined them

at he bar, and the sexual undertones were awesome.  He eyed Greg

warily, but did gently touch my arms and knees while making a

point.  We returned to the house and just sat and talked for

several hours.  As the conversation lagged, Greg began to doze in

the chair.  With a shake, he stood and announced he was going to

bed and wished Doug a safe trip home.  He was so obviously tired

that no one thought about it in the least.  At first.



     The words literally stopped and we looked at each other.

"Why are we doing this?" I finally asked.  "Because we're both a

little scared," he replied.  I gestured, and he moved to my side

on the couch.  "Silly," I said as Leaned towards him.  The gentle

kiss I had intended quickly became much more.  The intensity

flared as his hands began to touch and caress my body.  I moaned,

arched my back, allowed him total access to my still clothed

body.  We broke our kiss, only to have him begin kissing my neck.

I felt his hands slide beneath my shirt so I leaned downward to

aid his search for my breasts.  My bra I had removed earlier in

the evening, so his fingers discovered my hardened nipples and

warm skin.  He toyed with me, sliding and slipping his hands and

fingers over and around my body.



     Soon my shirt was gone as well.  He glanced at the staircase

and we discussed going to the spare bedroom.  He said he didn't

want to be near the children's rooms, so we retired to the family

area.  Beneath a five by six foot, floor to ceiling window we

began anew.  His mouth fastened on each nipple in turn.  His

shirt followed mine to the floor.  I tongued his nipples, sucking

almost harshly.  His response was immediate and positive.  He

arched his back so that my mouth pulled his nipples outward.  My

shorts and pantyhose were quickly discarded.  My pussy was on

fire as his hands played with me, and in no time I was sopping

wet.  His face descended and I gasped as his tongue worked it's

magic.  "I want you to come for me," he said as he gazed up from

my pussy.  He immediately returned his mouth and I moaned loudly.

With broad strokes and gentle flicks, his tongue drove me onward

until at last, I arched my back and cried out.  My orgasm was

overwhelming, an electric arc!!! I ground my pubis into his mouth

as a string of orgasmic shaking took me.



     He stood, and I dropped his trousers and underwear to his

ankles.  He kicked them off and I stroked his hardness.  Thank

you, thank you.  He wasn't immense, but his cock WAS a lovely

specimen.  I darted my tongue across the head, tasting the

precome gathered there.  I slowly encircled the crown with my

lips, running my tongue around the edge.  He groaned as I lifted

my lips and began to tongue the underside from crown to balls.  I

stroked him very slowly as my saliva lubricated him.  My hand

just slid as if greased, my fingers rotated and twisted.  I

returned my lips to his cockhead, suddenly engulfing the length

(as best I could).  I began to suck him, using my mouth like a

very tight pussy and my hands slipping and sliding.  In a matter

of seconds, he pulled away.  "Oh, no," he said with a gleam in

his eye, "I HAVE to fuck you."  With that, he pushed me backward

on the couch and guided his hardness towards me.



     His cock's entrance gave off incredible sensations.  I

groaned repeatedly as it slid within me.  At last, I could feel

his balls against my asshole.  It felt so good!!! So full!! He

withdrew a bit, and drove it home.  I grunted in appreciation,

pushing myself against him to gain maximum depth.  Again he

stroked in and out.  I felt my orgasm rise rapidly.  "This won't

take me long," I thought to myself.  Suddenly he stopped.  "I

can't do that," he muttered, "the floor is killing my knees."



     "I've got the cure," I said as I stretched out on the couch.

"Come here."  He did.  Lord did he.  I came at least twice more

as we fucked.  The moonlight blasting through the window gave

constant reminder that anyone who wanted could see me getting

totally and completely fucked.  Could see me acting like a slut

in heat.  As my second orgasm subsided, I had an evil thought.

"God, I'm going to wake Greg up when I go upstairs and make him

eat my pussy and fuck me again," I thought to myself.



     So I did.  But that is another story.







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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: True Story: The Houseguest Part 2

From: gkrell@ix.netcom.com

Date: Sun, 10 Sep 1995 13:12:25 GMT



                         The Houseguest Revisited



     Those who had seen my story about The Houseguest, will

appreciate the following continued adventures.  For those who

have not read it, it was the loosely told story of a friend who

came to visit and ended up with an night of extra service from my

wife.



     It began as soon as the other story ended.  We talked

repeatedly about our feelings and desires, finding that we both

were immensely excited by the evenings events.  Marjorie spoke

often of her pleasure at being assigned the 'duties' of being the

house whore, available for the guests use.  Several months passed

without communication with Dan (he was out of the country), but

Marjorie's visualizations remained unchecked.  



     At last we received a call that he was to be in town for a

doctor's visit.  In the weeks preceding his arrival, Marjorie was

exuberant in her contemplation of the potential fun she could

have.  I sent her the following note:



Dearest Marjorie:



     You remember, of course, just what it was you agreed to. 

Dan is coming to visit, and I wanted to be sure you remembered

your agreement.  You agreed of your own free will.  I am going to

hold you to your agreement.  To the letter of your agreement.



     Just in case you forgot, this is what I will hold you to:



YOU AGREED THAT



     - you wanted to suck and fuck him again.



     - because he was a guest, it was your job to ensure he was

     comfortable and happy.



     - you would ensure he and his room were looked after each

     and every day.



     - you would make sure he had the opportunity to see/touch

     you every day he visited.

     

     - you were willing to be house-mistress: to provide for him,

     take care of him ESPECIALLY in bed.



     - in fact, you would make sure he had at least one orgasm

     every day (night) he was visiting.



                                 IN SHORT



You would be a completely wanton, sexually oriented woman for the

duration of his stay.  You would willingly go to him each and

every night and offer your services.  You would be the house

whore ... when done, you would make sure you came to me.  In

fact, you would go to him AFTER having me, then return for

thirds.  



You AGREED to all of this, remember.  



     Marjorie was sheepish as she realized that I was going to

insist that she maintain her bargain.  She faced his arrival day

with some trepidation, after all she was committed to a course of

action.  The evening went extremely well, we are comfortable

friends.  At one point, I sent him up to the computer so that he

could find the file containing the agreement above.  He returned

with a wide eyed look, and announced that it was time for bed.



     Marjorie and I turned out a few lights and headed towards

our room.  As we headed up the stairs, I whispered in her ear "Go

in and say goodnight to him.  Accidentally loosen your robe belt

and allow it to fall open.  I think he'll take it from there." 

She smiled at me and kissed me before opening his bedroom door.  



     She woke me two hours later and explained how he had reached

for her and dragged her into his bed.  I tongued her throbbing

clit as she told how he had spent an hour touching and licking

her from head to foot.  I entered her soaked pussy deeply as she

described her efforts at sucking his cock and finally, fucking

him unmercifully.  She gasped in orgasm as she spoke glowingly of

his attention and efforts, how he had eventually blasted his cum

deep within her.  



     "Oh, God," she cried as I slammed in and out of her, "I am

such a whore!  He told me to come back tomorrow night and I

promised I would.  He held my head and fucked my mouth forever it

seemed.  Oh!! I came and came!  I'm still cumming!"



     The second night was a repeat of the first.  She again went

to his room and returned several hours later.  She described her

adventures in vivid words, words that inflamed my own passions as

well as hers.  He and I spoke, at length, the following day.  I

showed him several Variations magazine articles that I found

interesting and he finally asked what it was I wanted.  I

explained that I knew he was uncomfortable with me being present,

but that I wanted him to video tape his next session with

Marjorie.  



     He agreed without hesitation.  The tripod was set up, a

light strategically placed and the camera turned on.  It was a

virtuoso performance!!  An incredibly torrid 3 hours of sex ...

amateurs, of course, but amazingly excellent.  He touched, licked

and fondled her throughout; he fucked her face while holding her

head; he fucked her missionary style, doggie style and backwards. 

Her pleasure is evident from the sound track containing her cries

of passion!!



     All in all, a most successful visit!!  I now have possession

of enough evidence to ensure her continued cooperation.  I've

told her I'd allow certain people obtain the film if she didn't

continue to do what (and who) she was told.  She just keeps a

secret sort of smile on her face as she agrees she has no choice

but to agree.