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Karen (M+F, rom)

How to fuck Karen? She's married to Dan and we see them often at parties
that we all go to and she's a real nice looker. Not a thin skinny model
type, but one with a beautiful figure and a smile.

Mark and I have been working on her some time now, always touching her
and stealing kisses. Well, I was stealing kisses. Mark was stealing some
of her pussy juices with his fingers. But it's hard getting her alone at
these parties. She wasn't playing hard to get, but she was hard to get.
At the last party, my cock was down my pant leg and I had Karen measuring
it up from the outside while we kissed. I was just reaching for her pussy
when Dan intercepted. Talk about blue balls. She gave me a quick kiss and
then she was gone. Seems that for the past few parties, all Karen gave me
was blue balls. I ended up fucking Susan, our standby if the night is slow.
She released the pressure. I never went home without pussy juice on my
cock. That was the rule.

So I came up with an plan. Befriend Dan and then ask them around for a
BBQ and drinks. Just the four of us. So we started taking him to ball
games and midweek pub & pool games. Then we dropped the idea on him. He
was all for it. I have a games/tv room in my house, which we could use to
cocoon him for a few hours while we worked on Karen. She knew I was
carrying a nine inch ICBM missile in my pants and still she accepted. I
think she knew what was in store for her, and maybe, it excited her, that
two guys really wanted her and were prepared to go extraordinary lengths
to get her, even though she was happily married. Maybe she was thinking
about it the whole week. She never said, but the thought of getting her
in my house did give me an instant hardon.

Karen arrived wearing shorts and a halter top. They will be easy pickings
later tonight. Not as easy as a skirt, but still no problem. Mark was on
her like a fly to butter. His hands were all over her back, running his
fingers up and down her spine. I think if we gave him any more time, he
would have had her bra unhooked and be fondling her tits. All this before
we even reached the kitchen, I wasn't to be left out, so I caught her
alone and started giving her a real long kiss in the hallway. But she
broke away saying I was a really bad boy and should stop it right now! I
knew then we were in with a good fucking chance. She was only here
because of all the work I've done on her prior. She was tuned in and maybe,
turned on, as much as we were.

We bullshitted for awhile, out on the deck, downing a couple rounds of
drinks, and as soon as it started getting dark, Mark moved in on her.
Running his hands over her back and neck and then twisting her head to
point to his. Then he was kissing her, right in front of Dan, but I think
the light was such that Dan couldn't see much. I quickly got Dan helping
me with the BBQ and the burgers, leaving the fuckbirds to their own
devices. I caught a peek of them a couple of times and the second time,
his hand was in her crotch and she was squirming in her seat. Then her
ass was off the seat and she was coming. Good work Mark. The night is
starting well.

I left Dan to the burgers and asked Karen to help me in the kitchen. I
soon had her against the wall, unhooking her bra and twisting those
nipples. It was too much for me, so I quickly dragged her into the
bedroom and started taking her shorts off. She was protesting but as soon
as my fingers were inside her cunt, she deferred. Well, just moments ago
she had come on Marks' fingers, so her pussy was still high as a kite.
Without much further ado, I had her on her back with my cock inside her.
It did take a bit of pushing, but it was worth it. 90 minutes is all it
took from greeting her at the front door to fucking her! Sure beat all
those stupid parties. We should have done this a long time ago.

The night was a resounding success. Even if we didn't get to fuck again
tonight, the barrier was broken. No more blue balls from her. She knew
what it felt to have my cock inside her. And the next time will be so
much easier.

But she liked my cock and was soon coming. And then I unloaded inside her,
and she came again. What a good start to the evening.

We were back outside with all the fixings 20 minutes later. Mark was
suitably impressed with me and Dan was oblivious to what just happened
with his wife. I like that in a husband.

Mark helped Karen with the cleaning up, while I took Dan to the tv/games
room. They joined us 20 minutes later and Mark gave me a high five. They
were scoring on the tv and were were scoring with Karen. What a night.
All the planning has paid off.

I then followed Karen when she said she had to go for a pee and we ended
up on the bed. This time I got her naked, and before long she was guiding
my cock into her cunt. She wanted a fucking as badly as I wanted to fuck
her! What a girl! My nine inches was a tight fit even after a couple of
fuckings, but by then, I was planning on another night, fucking her all
night long. I would stretch that pussy into the exact shape of my cock.

She now knew the routine, so she left her shorts on the floor, and came
out in her panties and top and sat on Mark's lap. Dan chatted with her
from across the room, without realizing she was half naked and sitting on
Mark's lap. Without missing a beat, Mark was fingering her cunt. And then
they were off to the bedroom. Just for some good old fashioned in/out
stuff, for her fourth time of the night. I had to keep Dan focused on the
game on the tv, so he wouldn't catch on Karen and Mark were both missing
from the room.

It was getting late and the game was wrapping up, and Karen was back,
properly attired but missing her panties, and ready to go home and get
fucked by a normal size cock. Before leaving, I got her number and a
quick deep kiss. Mark, the dirty bugger, just slipped his hand up her
shorts for his one last feel.

And then she was gone. But not forgotten. I had her phone number.

I called her on Monday while she was at lunch and we talked a long time,
always sexual erotic stuff and I'm sure she was getting aroused even then.
Then I started on round two of the plan. Getting her alone without Dan.
I think by now she liked what a big cock does. I got her agreeing to see
me this Friday with a cover story of going out on a night out with the
girls from work.

And then I dropped the bombshell.

I told her that every night before falling asleep, she should play with
her nipples for a minute and think only of me. She didn't say anything
for 15 seconds, then asked what part of me should I be thinking about. I
said whatever came to mind. I knew if she followed this, that by Friday,
she'd be a raving nymphomaniac. She'd be thinking only of me. And
hopefully, my cock.

Friday:

She wasn't running into my arms, so I knew I still had some convincing to
do. She was apprehension and nervousness about the whole deal, and wanted
to forget all about it and go home to hubby. No way. I've expended too
much time to get her to this point and I'm not going to waste it.

I want a night of good fucking. All night. And no quickies.

So I held here close for a while until I felt her relax a bit, then I
started kissing her face and neck and then finally her lips. She started
to respond then. Not all was lost. Then I thought, I had to push it all
the way or she'll back out and go home to limp dick Dan. I was already
hooked on her. I had to see this through to completion. I pulled her
skirt up to her thighs and ran my fingers under her skirt to her pussy.
My fingers slipped in real easy and within moments she was coming. Right
there on the street. Fully clothed in her business attire. I had her. She
was coming home with me. Don't know why but I was more than just elated.

On the way home she told me about my strange request. First night, she
saw me licking and sucking her tits. Nice, I thought. Second night, it
was my erect cock, standing in front of her face. She couldn't bring
herself to do it the third night, but she woke up from a dream where I
was fucking her. My cock in her pussy. I now know why she came so
violently in the parking lot. She called me a bastard for implanting
those thought into her head. I wanted to hug her and kiss her for falling
so hard to my simple brainwashing. She's a one in a million.

And I had her hooked.

Now the final part. The ten steps to complete fulfillment.

Ten: Lie to hubby. Then she's a partner in the conspiracy. Much harder to
back off and it makes it way easier for you in the future. "Oh Dan, hubby
dearest, I lied to you. I wasn't with Suzy those nights, but with your
best friend Chris, He fucked me. I couldn't stop him. And he did me a few
other nights too. And a couple of all nighters. Do you forgive me?"

Nine: Get her alone. It's not the time for sharing. It's not a quickie at
a party. You want to get her hooked on you, and your cock. So that when
she fantasies about fucking, it's you and your cock.

Eight: Get her naked. She's giving you her body. Enjoy it.

Seven: Play lots with their tits. Amazing things happen when they feel
their breasts are totally exposed and loved. Women take an awful lot of
time thinking and worrying over their bodies. We have to tune into that
and show them we appreciate all the work they've done. Most men don't
take the time tits deserve. You gotta make every part of her ache. I gave
Karen's tits a really good work over and added a few more hickies to
those from last week.

Six: Keep her as high as a kite for as long as possible. Never let her
come, unless you tell her to come; just keep her on the verge, begging
for release. She kept telling me to finish her off, but I kept her waiting.

Five: Instruct her. Get her focused on what you are saying and to follow
without question your instructions. Get her to suck your cock and fondle
your balls. Make her an active part of the fuckfest. Give her
instructions to stop when you see her getting too turned on. You want her
on the edge all the time, but no over, until you say so. "But Karen,
didn't you give Chris a few thousand blowjobs, out back of your office
over your office breaks? He didn't force you to do that, right?".

No, she was just following instructions, like a good girl.

Four: Clit. Lick your name over and over on her pussy and clit. Do that a
number of times, and you can claim mining rights. She's sold her pussy
for some amazing licks and maybe a couple of thousand orgasms. But keep
her on the edge. When you do get to fuck her, she will explode.

Three: Get her to hold and rub your cock. Get her to feel every inch of
your monster, with both hands. It will be super hard and her fantasy will
be in overdrive. This is the ultimate toy for her pussy. The thing to
finally give her that climax she's been waiting for. Usually it's a good
fuck if she's high for 5 minutes, a great fuck for 10 minutes. I had
Karen high for 25 minutes. She's going to explode.

Two: Get her to put your cock inside her pussy. Let her think that your
cock belongs to her. That the only place for your cock is in her pussy.
That her pussy and your cock were meant to be together.

ONE: She's all yours now. Completely. There is now only one cock in her
mind. Your's. She plugged your cock into her internal life support system
and she's starting to re-wire her brain. She's thrown everything to the
wind for your cock. Only your cock will now satisfy her physically and
mentally. Poor Dan.

Karen held on to my cock as I started fucking her, she wanted to feel it
sliding into her, like she wanted to be me fucking her. For a moment she
flipped on me, wanting to know how it felt slipping my cock into her. Did
I get the same feeling as she did as my cock entered her. Was it as good
fucking her, as she felt being fucked by me? Wanting to see the whole
picture. Total immersion. I was her big fucking dildo. She was completely
lost.

It felt good, until I wanted more of my cock inside her. I took her hand
off my cock and held both of her hands above her head and started on my
fuck rhythm. She acquiesced, letting me take control.

She could now do nothing except feel my cock sliding back and forth in
her cunt, rubbing her clit, mashing up her insides, my body engulfing
her's, her nipples rubbing me and my breath on her face.

Those nipples were so hard. I knew she was a goner. Lost to everything
except what her body was telling her.

She then started passionately kissing me and her cunt gripped my cock
tightly and then she was coming. I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to. I
still held her hands above her head and my cock was deep inside her and
the only thing she could do was to shake and babble garbage. Spasm after
spasm rolled through her body. That was some explosion. Big time meltdown.
I could feel her cervix rubbing on my one-eye. Something was definitely
going on between my cock and her pussy. It wasn't normal for my dick to
get all sensitive on me while fucking. Then slowly she subsided and
released her grip on my cock.

And then I was back fucking her brains. re-wiring her circuits. Until her
next spasm attack.

She was insatiable.

To this day, she doesn't remember what she said or much of the fuck
session. But when she calmed down and regained her composure, she was a
new person. Mine. Dan was history. I had re-wired him out of her life.

But, I get this nagging feeling, she re-wired me too.

I took her home the next day and we spoke little on the way, mainly just
driving directions. And then she was gone. Without another word.

I knew I was never going to see her again. They'll drop out of the
party'ing crowd and just disappear. I didn't want that to happen. It
seems I had spent the last six months on her. Every party, I was there
for her. It now felt like every time I fucked someone, I really wanted to
be fucking Karen. I hated Karen for fucking with my head so much! Don't
know how, but she really did a number me. Bitch.

I spent the weekend cleaning house and getting in fresh fruits and
vegetables, and cooking healthy meals. So unlike me. I didn't even go out
partying on Saturday night. I had to get her out of my head. Fucking bitch.

Everything about us was becoming too clear for me. Every kiss was still
on my lips. It was like I had a 125lb fish hook called Karen through my
head. Then I remembered. it all came flooding back to me. HOLY FUCK. I
now remembered everything that had happened between us. EVERYTHING.
Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking BITCH. Seems I've known her a very,
very long time.

This was the second time she's dumped me.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.

Monday was a long day, Tried calling her a couple of times. Just went to
voicemail. My life was in a complete tailspin. How do we, or I, proceed
from here? How do I explain my love for her even to myself? How do we
move forward. We gotta move forward. Together. We can't go back to normal.
We, I would die, and I wasn't going to let that happen. Gotta work out a
plan. Now that I've found her, I'm not letting her go again. Gotta work
out a plan. Usually it was pushing women away; now it's pulling one back.
Totally unfamiliar territory for me.

Got home and cracked open a beer and went out on the deck.

--------

Where do I start. Yes, I do get hit on all the time. I'm not a great
beauty, but I am attractive.

Every party, two or three guys will hit on me, trying to get me in a
corner or the bedroom. They were easily dismissed until Mark and Chris
arrived on the scene.

Mark isn't fussy on who he hits on or who he fucks. And from what the
other women say, he's very good in the bedroom! I think he's done all the
women in my crowd except for me, and he's trying hard to make it 100%.

Chris is selective on who he hits on. Seems I'm his #1. Every party he
chatting away with me, making me laugh, and always later in the evening,
kissing me with a passion. Dan always rescues me in time, though lately I
found myself not wanting to be rescued so soon.

I was beginning to like his kisses. I found myself thinking of his kisses
before we go to these parties. Sometimes during the week I'll catch
myself thinking of those kisses. There was something so familiar about
his kisses. Like he's been kissing me all my life. But that's impossible.

I would have remembered.

His kisses were something to look forward to after all the pawing by the
other men, especially Mark! Mark is wild. Before you can even blink, his
hand is either up your skirt, under your shirt, down your pants, or in
your pussy. One of these nights my willpower will desert me and I will
blink and his his cock will be in me, before Dan has a chance at saving me.

That's not to say Chris doesn't want to fuck me. He does, but he goes
about it in a much more likeable fashion. Maybe one of these days I'll
just offer myself to him.

A couple of parties ago, Dan was slow to my rescue and Chris was kissing
me while we danced. I could feel his cock in his pants and all of sudden
I was checking it out. It was massive. For a few seconds we halted our
kissing while I got my heartbeat under control. I now see why he never
went home empty handed. Then his hand was under my skirt, running up and
down my thigh. That got me empty headed for a moment and I could only
focus on where his hand was going. I feebly tried to stop him, but ended
up only helping his hand. Then it was under the elastic of my panties and
playing with my pubic hairs, and wandering toward my clit. I had, by now,
gotten as far as picking out which bedroom we would use for our tryst.

Then Dan was on my arm.

I gave Chris a goodnight kiss and then I was gone. Wow, did I left thing
get out of control. I have to avoid Chris and Mark for the next few
parties or I'm a goner. And Dan was on my back for letting it get out of
control too. I'll must control myself better or Dan will put me in a
chastity belt!

How quickly the tables turn. Chris and Mark are now best buddies with Dan
and they take him everywhere. They are ganging up on me! I'm a goner. I
can just see it, one of them will blindfold Dan while the other is
dragging me to the bedroom! And then it happens. Chris asks us to his
place for a BBQ, with Mark as the only other guest.

"Dan, they are always hitting on me. You've seen it."

"Honey. They won't do it with me right there. They are basically good guys,
just having fun at these wild parties we go to. Letting off stream. Plus,
we can watch the game on Chris's big screen.

What can they do with us all sitting together around the tv?"

"You don't know what they are capable! You're easily distracted and with
your head turned for one second Mark will be all over me"

But I now realized he's set on us going. I better have a couple of drinks
before we go to just fortify myself for the onslaught. Maybe strong drinks!
Dan & I brought along a case of hard lemonade and some munchies. As I
thought, Mark was touching me from the word go. Running his fingers up
and down my spine. Sending shivers all over me. I glad I wasn't wearing
a skirt this time. Just a pair of Bermuda shorts and a halter top. I
thought I was well covered. I wasn't planning on exposing myself and
making it easy for the guys to paw my body.

We sat around on the deck BS'ing and laughing at Mike's attempts at humour!
Some of it was funny and the booze made the rest outrageous! It wasn't
long before I had to pee and on my return, had to sit next to Mike.

Then his hand was on my neck, giving it a slow massage. He was now up
real close, close enough for me to smell his masculinity. Then he tilted
my head his way and started kissing me. It went on what seemed like a
very long time. When we broke, Dan was helping Chris at the BBQ. Then a
bit more kissing and his hand was on my thigh, and then like a bolt of
lightning, his hand was on my clit.

Then in my pussy. It was good and with all the buildup, I was soon coming.
I raised my hips and came on his fingers. Well, Mark, hope you are
satisfied now.

After a moment, Chris was asking me to help in the kitchen and basically
dragged me away from Mark.

And then the kissing started and his hands were everywhere. Undoing my
bra and playing with my breasts. Then we were off to the bedroom and with
some protest from me, my shorts and panties were on the floor and I was
on my back with his cock pushing to get in. Oh god, it was big. I've been
expecting this for months and it was good, very good, excitingly good.
And then I was coming. Then he was coming, which made me come again. The
night was still early and we haven't even eaten.

Wonder how many more fucks before Dan drags me away to home.

We ate and then Chris and Dan headed off to the tv room, while I helped
Mark with cleaning up. Yes, well, the cleaning up was my pussy after he
fucked me and and came big time inside me.

Round three:

I really did need to pee but on the way back, Chris lead me into the
bedroom and this time, without any protest, stripped me naked. Tit licking,
clit licking and cunt licking and then his cock was in me. And we kissed
all the time he was fucking me. Even when I was climaxing. And then
another load in my pussy! I didn't really want him to leave, I wanted
him to hug me, kiss me and fuck me again, but Dan would notice if we
lingered long enough for a second fuck.

I cleaned up, put on my top and joined them in the TV room, sitting on
Mark's lap. Well. I guessed it was his turn next. Dan chatted with me
from across the room, oblivious that I was naked from the waist down and
that Mark's fingers were in my pussy.

Then Mark had me on the bed with his cock inside me. No foreplay except
the fingering in the tv room. I still had my top on. Another round of
fucking and me coming a few times before more cum inside me.

I cleaned myself up and dressed as best as I could, though I couldn't
find my panties. and we joined the others just before the end of the game.
Dan and I left shortly afterward, but not before Chris got my cellphone
number.

That was much better than I expected. Mark was still bad, but Chris
proved good. Now it was in Chris's hands to what came next. I didn't want
Mark ever again, but maybe some one-on-one with Chris might be a
possibility. I had to wait for his call. I didn't have his number and I
couldn't possibly ask Dan for it, could I? I had to wait until Monday for
the call, and after he did a lot of unnecessary charming, I agreed to a
tryst for Friday. Then he had this weird request. To play with my nipples
every night and think of him! I hesitated for a bit then agreed. What
harm to come of it.

The first night, as I was playing with my nipples, I saw Chris licking my
tits, then work his way down my tummy. Nice, I thought. Second night, I
had his erect cock inches from my face. It looked massive. Looked like
three feet tall! It was a vivd image that kept reappearing during work
the next day. I couldn't bring myself to do it the third night, but I
woke up from a dream where Chris was fucking me. I was sweating in bed.
Fuck this was crazy. During work I would think of that cock.

This was getting out of hand. I was even ignoring Dan. We fucked once
during the week and it was miserable. I was even feeling sorry for Dan.
How could he put up with a bitch like me. What was all this doing to my
marriage? Just for a bit of cock. Well, a bit of a big, fat cock that
does amazing things to my mind. I had to stop it. Tell Chris he's way out
of line thinking he could have me. I'm a married woman.

On Friday I will tell him. I won't allow him to even touch me. I'll shout
it from 10 feet away, then run away.

Of course, in real life it was different. He hugged me, kissed me, and
then had me coming in my work suit, out back of my office, where anyone
could see. I was such a slut. Even on the drive to his place, his hand on
my crotch, sometimes his fingers would play with my clit or slip inside
my pussy. He had me climbing the wall even before we stepped into his
bedroom.

He slowly undressed me and took care with my clothes, then he told me to
undress him. I had never undressed a man before, and when it came to his
boxer shorts, I was in a mess. I was excited, troubled, afraid and wonder
struck, all at the same time. He had an exciting tight bum. Nothing like
mine, which is smooth, soft and round; no slack. His was all muscle. And
sliding the shorts over them was amazing. Then the front, where his cock
was hiding. I could see its outline and it shouted strength. Then it was
free.

I wanted desperately to hold it and suck it, but Chris had other ideas. Oh,
why can't we get it over with and start fucking now? But he wanted to
explore my body and learn all the places that excited me. He knew my
lips excited me, but my ears and chin and throat sent tinkling ideas to
the rest of my body, and my head, the biggest sex organ of them all.

Then on to my breasts. They have always been sensitive to touch and now
was no different. Chris had a way of exciting them and licking, twisting,
and pinching my nipples to send my fingers to my pussy to relieve the
pressure. But he stopped me. I had to endure my inflamed pussy until he
was ready for me to come. Or maybe until he told me to come? This was
unbearable.

I was on the edge all the time he was exploring my body. He would lick my
clit until I was nearly there and stop. Then onto my nipples, and then he
stopped. I was climbing the wall. I wanted so much to come. But he
stopped me every time my fingers went to my pussy. Then licking, kissing
my face. Oh god, stop. I've been on the edge so long, it was the only
thing I could think about.

Then he was telling me to get up. Then suck his cock. It tasted so good,
I was stuffing as much of it as I could into my mouth, hoping he would
come and it would send me over the top. But he then had me to stop. and
to get back on the bed. What is he doing, doesn't he want to fuck me. To
put his oversize cock into me?

Then he was back licking my clit and pussy. Going around in circles and
stopping just as I was ready to come. Then he was kissing me telling me
to hold his cock with both my hands. It felt of strength, majestic, more
than both my hands could hold and his one eye was pointing directly at my
face. I've never held such a powerful weapon like this and knew exactly
what it would do to me, when it entered. Make me explode!

I wanted to feel every little bit of it as it slid into me. and I held on
to it and used it like a giant dildo. I could then feel it in my throat,
and then in my mouth and then in my head. In was plugged into every part
of me.

He grabbed my hands and held them out of reach. Just his cock. It started
its rhythmic journey, back and forth, making me focus on only the touch
between my pussy and his cock. I started babbling.

Wanting desperately to know how he felt fucking me. Was it the same as I
felt? Was I a good fuck?

And then he let me come. it started in my pussy and swept all over me,
and I was babbling, babbling, babbling, babbling. Don't know what I said,
but it was the verbalization of the release of all this orgasmic energy.
It was every thing he needed to know about me at this point in time.

But this explosion did something else. It awoken the dormant amazon women
inside me. Pussy's have muscles and I could now have easily crushed his
super hard cock, but I didn't want to do that. What I wanted was to share
my experience of the explosion with him. So that he knew exactly what I
was feeling. Every time I spasmed, part of it was directed to his cock,
and on to his brain receptors.

His brain was now spasming in tune with me. Now that is LOVE.

And then I was in his mind. Walking, running, skipping and jumping
through his memories of us.

Every look; every glance; every kiss was there, from the first time 6
months ago. It was amazing. I now knew what it felt like to kiss me and
to feel his unwavering desire for me! But something was missing. There
was more. I kept searching and found the time he gave me his bus seat and
automatically knew my name. I was such a brat in those days that I might
have even hissed at him! But there was still more. I was amazed he had
kept all these memories of us. But, it wasn't the complete story. I kept
searching.

Then I found it. OMG!!!! I had kept mine so well buried, but now it has
resurfaced. It made complete sense of the last 6 months.

The orgasm kept on sweeping through me, making me shake uncontrollably
under his body. After a long time, it was over and I regained my normal
speech.

Then he started pumping. Rearranging everything about me. His cock was
directly attached to my brain receptors and the messages were flooding in.
And I was coming again (and sharing it straight back with him), and my
thighs were twitching again. I could feel his cock in my head.

I wanted so much to get back inside his head. To tell him its ME. That I
remember. That I hadn't forgotten him.

I don't remember much of the rest of the evening, but when we stopped, we
both fell asleep curled up together, my hand not letting go of his cock.

When I awoke, I felt a changed person. Yes, my pussy was swollen and very
sore (and I could hardly pee), but my memories and psyche was different.
My heart and soul felt elated, I was in good karma.

Buddha would be pleased with me.

The gods were shining down on me. I was their special child. Never felt
stronger in my whole life.

Then I saw the wedding ring, but couldn't remember who my husband was.
Who was the person next to me? My husband? He didn't have a ring on, But
I knew he's very special to me. Was he sent by the gods? Or was he my own
creation? Maybe I just rebuilt Chris, but a better Chris. I felt that
strong.

The day dawned and I realize I had things to do, away from here, but I
would be back and that was for certain. We showered, ate something found
in the fridge and he took me home. One thing was clear. I wanted to see
him again, even if it is only to tell ourselves what happened last night.

Dan, who I think is my husband, wasn't impressed at my late arrival.
Wanted answered I was unprepared to give, or didn't know or didn't
understand. I knew I was with Chris, and he's super important to the new
me. Much more so than Dan, who I couldn't really remember that well. He
was just a blur. I tried to be gentle with him, but I did finally tell
him I had spent the night with Chris.

But I couldn't tell him I've been in love with Chris since the first days
of kindergarten. Chris was kissing me even back then. That for a year we
were inseparable, and I've been looking for him ever since. And now I've
found him.

But that only made our understanding of the situation worse. We spend a
couple of days at odds with each other, sometimes fighting, sometime
sitting in our corners. By Monday I knew.

I packed a couple of suitcases of my things, left my wedding ring on the
counter and headed back to Chris's, and waited on his deck. It was the
only place I wanted to be.

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