Alex assumed the position on the mattress. Ass in the air pointing directly at me, cock and balls visible between his widely parted legs. His breath was quite rapid and expectant, posture taught and eager.

I reached over for the purple butt plug and applied a generous blob to the tip of the plug. Using my index and middle fingers I worked the lube over the plug until it glistened, being careful not to coat the bottom. I had done this once before and the bloody thing shot across the bed and had to be retrieved when I stopped laughing.

Alex shuffled on his knees, parting his cheeks in anticipation. I worked the tip of the plug around his tight anus, lubing the sphincter in readiness. Gently I pushed the plug in to his anus and watched as he accepted the tip. He let out a slight moan and I enquired if he was OK. Alex confirmed that he was ready to take more with a further groan.

I worked the tip in to his ass, slowly rotating the plug from side to side making sure to coat his colon adequately. Easing the plug a little father in to his ass and squeezing his perineum simultaneously. The vocal response was one of pleasure as I pressed my palm in to the base of his cock.

As I pushed in a little more he arched his back, making his bottom point upwards and tilting his hips downward, moving the butt plug within himself. I smiled a knowing smile, he was getting turned on by the rectal stimulation and most probably sensing the plug pressing against his prostate gland.

His balls had now become tight and his cock was pointing out front. I pushed the remaining inch inside him and the felt the pull as his muscles gripped and pulled the plug out of my hands and up to the base. Those muscles were so tight and the plug was now locked in place.

I shuffled round to the front of Alex and leaning on my right arm took a grip of his balls. The tip of his bouncing cock was dripping pre cum on to the bed sheet, a little puddle had formed below his erection. Too late for me to lick it from the sheet as it was now lost to the fibres of the sheet but at the very tip a bead was forming ready for me to taste.

Alex still on knees before me I enclosed my mouth around his helmet and gently sucked. He tasted good and smelt of Palmolive soap. I ran the tip of my tongue around the underside of his hood and then firmly circumnavigated his cock with my grip. He gasped at the firmness of my grip on his erection and his balls. Slowly I pulled the foreskin back to see his proud head shining with the tension of his stretched skin. God he was hard.

Shaved, lotioned and perfumed, our bodies are soon as one. Expert touches, fingers trailing down a thigh, across a smooth sensitive pussy lip, bodies jumping and shivering in pleasure as the anticipation builds.

We have saved ourselves for this moment. Letting our lust build for weeks, denying our boyfriends, waiting for our special weekend. A weekend that only we share, one that makes the act of sex into an art.

I can't help myself, I have to strain up against my lover's weight to take a perfect nipple between my lips, to swirl it around and around with my tongue, to taste, to experience. It makes her even more excited and I can feel her wet pussy grinding softly against mine. I'm wet too and soon that wonderful sexually charged sound flows over us. Squishing rubbing pussies, ragged breathing and a rushing sound in our ears as our blood pressure rises.

Oh gawd, I can feel it coming up from deep within my body, to concentrate between my legs. I groan, and my lover knows that I'll be coming soon. It fires her, making her hump me like my boyfriend does. But the feel of her slick hot pussy against mine communicates much more than his invading penis ever will. I feel nothing but love for her, we're making love as equals, no surrender, no dominance, only fresh, soft smooth lovemaking. We know exactly we want from each other, exactly what to do.

Light flashes before my eyes, my heart is pounding in my chest as that wonderful concentrated rushing surges up through my groin and down through my inner thighs. I can vaguely feel our love, slick against my stomach, as she too comes with a sigh, shivering and moaning in delight atop me.

Soon, all too soon, our orgasms pass. Her lying on top of me; both of us breathing in gasps as we pass into a mellow afterglow. I can feel our perspiration mingle as or shiny bodies press, squirming, lovingly together.

Then she leans into me again and we kiss. A long passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that makes one forget the world around them, the kind of kiss that begins to build another fire within our loins.

Our secret meetings are just for us. No one else knows about them. They're planned to the smallest detail. And always, for weeks prior, we look at each other with knowing eyes. When our boyfriends make jokes we seem distracted, when we pass each other in the hall at work our fingers brush lightly. It's only for us, and no matter what, it always will be.

I sat up and wiggled out of my pants and cotton panties, as The Biker laid backward. I felt wicked as I laid down, fully naked on his fully clothed body. Face to face, I kissed him, holding his face in my hands. He moaned and the vibration of his sound on my lips made me smile. I licked his lips and kissed his nose. I attacked his mouth, again. Our hands moved along each other's bodies, searching. He rubbed me, squeezed me, and fingered me. I groaned and I felt myself getting so wet. He pushed his long fingers into me and stroked me. I groaned again and arched my back so I could look at him. In my mind I visualized his fingers moving in and out of my cunt, appearing shiny and slick.

I had to have him, NOW!

I grabbed his shirt and ripped open the placket, buttons flying all over the deck. He looked shocked and totally thrilled at the same time. I leaned to his chest and sucked on his nipples. My husband was aroused and amused until I bit at the side of his chest, leaving teeth marks. I topped long enough to unbutton his pants and yank them off in about 6 seconds. His cock was standing at attention, as if it was just waiting for me to grip it tight. And I did.

In between his moans he asked, "What has gotten into you?"

Instead of answering I got right to the pleasure of sucking his cock. A highly rewarding activity for me. I slid the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked him in. I deep throated him for as long as I could without suffocating or choking and then started to lick him.

The Biker smiled at me as I looked up innocently at him. Then I took his smooth balls into my mouth, slurping, moaning, and making him very, very wet with my saliva. I was such a bad girl. Just what I wanted to be. A whore. His whore.

Sliding his hand into my hair, he pulled me from his cock, then pushed me down on my back, spreading my legs. Between them, he licked my clit and sucked my lips into his mouth. He pulled hard on my lips and then thrust his tongue inside my pussy. Incredible, just incredible. He rubbed my clit roughly with his tongue and then so softly that I could barely make out what he was doing to me. His arousing pattern made me insane. He slid one finger into my juicy cunt, then a second, then a third finger. His touch felt new every time.

I was grinding myself against his hand as I attempted to get some sort of leverage. There was none on the deck. I listened to The Biker making licking, slurping noises that made me more wet. He came up and kneeled between my thighs.

Smiling down at me he told me he loved me and slowly, The Biker pushed his hard, thick cock inside me. Did I say slowly? So slowly in fact he entered me what felt like an inch a minute. Considering how big he is, I knew it was going to take too long. How did he have the willpower to do that, when all I wanted was him to fuck me, filling me up. I whimpered and tried to thrust my hips toward him, but he would not let me. His powerful hands gripped my hips and held me in place.

I gave up and let him do what he wanted. He could feel me capitulate and he eased his grip on my hips and reached for my tit, massaging and pinching my nipples. I leaned back onto the hard deck and closed my eyes. It was wonderful for my husband to take so much time with my body. He took the time to feel every undulation of my cunt. To listen to my body. To listen to my heart.

I gave his cock a squeeze with my saturated cunt and it was his turn shutter. I held on.