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   ---- The Perfect 10

   "Ouch!" Sabrina cried as the knife went into her finger.

   "What happened?" her husband, Tony, called from the living room.

   "Nothing, just a small cut", she replied.

   Mentally she scolded herself.  She had been thinking about Tony's
friend, George, who was visiting them for the weekend.  He had arrived late
the previous night.  She had heard a lot about George from Tony but somehow
they had never met in the three months that she knew Tony.  George hadn't
been able to come to the wedding either.  Instead he had promised to spend
a weekend with them after they returned from their honeymoon.  True to his
promise George had landed up two weekends after they had returned.

   She'd been asleep when Tony brought him home, so her first real look at
George had been this morning.  When she went to the pool George was already
there.

   "Good Morning", she had called out.  But her greeting had gone
unnoticed. It was three laps later that he pulled himself out of the pool.

   "Sorry for not replying while I was in there, I didn't want to lose the
rhythm", he told her.  His smile like a neon light and his eyes innocent
like those of a child helped dissipate any anger she had felt.

   It was only after noticing his smile and eyes that she noticed his body.
It was firm and well-maintained.  She felt the color rise to her cheeks as
her body reacted to the raw sexuality of his masculine body.

   She was relieved that he hadn't noticed or maybe he had chosen not to
notice.  Either way she was glad.

   They had some lime juice as they introduced themselves.  Tony was still
asleep.

   It was not until they were into breakfast that Tony came down.  In that
time Sabrina had discovered what a fantastic conversationalist George was.
The two of them hit it of beautifully and George had been regaling her with
his adventures in the African jungles when Tony joined them.

   When she had returned with Tony's breakfast the men had begun
recollecting stories from school and college.  She sat and listened to them
for a while before going back to the kitchen and working on lunch.

   As she was cutting the vegetables her mind wandered back to the morning.
She felt her cunt getting moist as her mind recalled the picture of George
in his swimming trunks.  She began day dreaming about being able to touch
and play with that body.  Her thoughts had been broken by the cut from the
knife.

   After lunch the men decided to go into town.  She had dropped hints that
she would love to go with them, but neither of the men took them and she
found herself all alone in the house.  She went up to her bedroom and lay
down.  She closed her eyes and recalled the images of the morning.  Her
body responded.

   She spread her legs and began to massage her clit over her jeans.  She
pressed her fingers hard against the rough denim.  When that wasn't enough
she unzipped her denims and eased them lower, pulling her panties down too.
The cool breeze from the air conditioned on her wet clit only made her
hornier.  Her fingers began to frantically stimulate her organ.  She
imagined George ravishing her body.

   She pulled at her nipples with her fingers and imagined that it was him
using his teeth.  She imagined having his fingers running over her stomach
and her thighs.  The images she conjured up in her mind were so vivid that
her orgasm was onto her faster than she expected.  She squeezed her thighs
together, still keeping her finger inside.  She allowed the orgasm to
envelope her.

   After it was done, she felt tired and worn out.  She decided to take a
few laps in the pool to cool off.  Since she was alone she stripped and
walked naked to the pool.  She took a few laps and then lay down on one of
the chairs.  The sun beating down gently on her skin induced her to fall
asleep.

   She woke up with a start, as soon as she opened her eyes she knew she
was not alone.  She sat up and looked about.  She could see George in the
kitchen.  She quickly got up and ran to her room, avoiding going into the
kitchen where George was.

   She quickly pulled on a fresh pair of panties and pulled on a t-shirt
and a pair of shorts.

   "When did you guys get back?" she tried to sound casual as she entered
the kitchen.

   "Been here 15 minutes, Tony was called to the office, so he dropped me
off and went.  He says there's been some trouble and may be late.  We are
to meet him at Serggio's for dinner."

   She caught the twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.  She decided not to say
anything about her state of dress when he must've got back.  She took the
cup of coffee her proffered and sat on a stool.

   "So what did you guys do in town?" she asked him.  The silence was
killing her.

   "Oh!  We hung about some of our old joints.  Met up with some of the
guys.  Haven't seen many of them in years.  What did you do while we were
away?"

   The question was thrown like a challenge.

   "I swam a while and then I guess I fell asleep", she replied.

   "Do you always swim naked?" he teased her.

   "Only when I'm alone", she quipped.

   "You look good with your clothes off", he said.

   She was at a loss for words.

   "I meant that as a compliment", he continued.  "Not many women look as
good naked as they do with clothes on.  You look good both ways."

   "I guess I should thank you then", she remarked.

   "A glimpse of you would mean much more than any words you could offer"
he quipped back.

   She couldn't believe the man's cheek.

   "I guess you get your way with all the women you know", she said.

   "Most, yes", he replied.

   They stood there face to face for what seemed like eternity.  Sabrina
pulled the t-shirt over her head and stood naked to the waist.  She watched
his gaze, it didn't leave her face.  She bent down and took off her shorts
and panties.

   "Why don't you sit down and finish your coffee?" he suggested.

   She sat back on her stool and took her coffee and began to drink.

   "You like being naked, don't you?" he asked.

   "I don't mind it", she told him.

   "I like women like that.  I like women to be comfortable with their
bodies."

   She was quiet.  Not out of anger or fear, she just didn't trust her
voice right now.  She kept her eyes on her coffee.

   "Turn around, let me see you properly" he said.

   She swiveled her stool so that she was facing him, but her eyes still
stayed focused on the coffee in her mug.  Out of the top of her eyes she
watched him take in her nakedness.  His gaze stopped at her crotch.  She
had her thighs firmly together, slowly she spread them so her vagina was
open to his scrutiny.

   "Spread them a little more", he prompted.

   She opened them wider and kept going till she could go on no more.

   "Spread your lips, so I can see in", he prompted.

   She let her hand drop to her vagina and with two fingers spread the lips
wide so he could look into its pink interior.

   "Play with yourself", he told her.

   She took her finger to her clit and began to massage it in a circular
motion.  She closed her eyes and threw her head back as her body began to
be enveloped by the warmth she was giving herself.

   When she opened her eyes to look at him, she was surprised to see that
he had pulled out his penis.  He was furiously masturbating, all the while
his eyes on her performance.

   The sight of him working on his penis sent her into orbit, her fingers
moved in and out of her cunt as if they had a life all of their own.  She
felt the orgasm building up.

   "I'm cumming", she informed him and squeezed her thighs together and
moaned as she body shook violently at the climax.

   "Come and kneel here.  I want to see you drink me", he said.

   As she stood up and walked to him, she remembered all the times her
husband had asked her to give him a blowjob.  Every time she had turned him
down.  But today it felt right to walk up to this man she hardly knew and
kneel down in front of him.  She held her mouth open as his pumping got
more frantic.

   Then she felt it.  The warm cum hit the back of her throat and some fell
on her tongue.  Even more fell on her face.  She had her eyes closed, but
she could feel him pumping away, shooting his sperm on her face.

   She swallowed what had fallen into her mouth.  The rest that had landed
on her chin and nose she scooped with her fingers and put into her mouth.

   Only after she had done it did it strike her that cum had always made
her puke.  But this time she not only wanted to swallow it but it also
tasted good.

   After she had finished swallowing all the cum he had deposited on her,
she took his rapidly shrinking and began to suck on it.  Soon his penis
began to respond and grow under her attention.

   "Fuck me", she begged him and lay back on the floor.  She lifted her
legs and held them in the air, spread out.

   He got off the stool and knelt between her legs.  She felt his penis
push at the entrance of her cunt.  She knew he would have no difficulty
penetrating her.  Her passage was would as slick as if it were coated with
butter.

   She felt the head of his organ strain at her entrance and then it was
in. George began to pump at her cunt.  She matched him thrust for thrust
and soon they were settled into a nice rhythm.  Sabrina closed her eyes and
let the pleasure envelope her.

   "Get on your knees", he told her as he pulled out from her.

   She turned around and got on all fours.  He was back inside her.  In
this position she could feel him all the way through.  He thrust hard and
rough and she loved it.  She grunted aloud with each thrust.

   "Hurt me", she begged him and he did.  His hands clasped her shoulders
tighter and his thrusts grew more urgent and demanding.

   "I'm cumming", she screamed to him.  He responded by pumping harder and
faster into her.  She stayed inert letting him do the work as she
concentrated on contracting and releasing her vagina muscles so she could
enjoy the orgasm that was hitting her.  Her work on her vagina muscles
brought him to the climax too and he shot his load into her in deep
thrusts.

   They collapsed to the floor in a heap, panting.  Their sweat coated
bodies heaving as their lungs searched for air.

   "So?  How to you rate her?" Sabrina looked up into her husband's face.
   "10 buddy.  Your wife's a 10", replied George.  
