One night in Frisco (MF) 1/1

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By Chaz Thain

I didn't find out Jean was a binge drinker until after we were
married. In fact, there was a lot I didn't know about her and her
various problems. That's what happens when you marry somebody
four months after meeting them.

So nine months after the wedding I was divided. Some days I
deeply regretted our quick marriage and other days I tried to
convince myself that nothing was wrong. All newly married couples
go through a period of adjustment ... right?

Right.

Jean and I had driven to Vail to spend the weekend skiing with
two other young couples. They were old friends of mine who Jean
knew slightly. They had skiied that day so we met them as the
lifts were closing at a popular Mexican restaurant in the
village.

There was a long wait for a table so we sat in the bar drinking
margaritas and stoking our thirst with salty fried chips. I
slowed down after my second drink and my friends were also pacing
themselves. But Jean slammed down the margaritas like she was
dying of thirst.

Soon she was obviously drunk. And when I whispered to her to slow
down ... she speeded up. Her drunken behavior got more and more
outrageous ... loudly criticizing our waitress, ordering and
gulping two drinks at a time and flirting suggestively with a
stranger at the next table.

Finally the tequila seemed to catch up with her and she fell
silent, staring unfocused at the table and wobbling slightly in
her chair. I thought the bizarre behavior was over, but it was
just beginning.

"You don't looove meeee," she slurred, suddenly glaring at me
with frightening intensity.

"Of course I love you," I said, taking her hand. She jerked it
away and slammed her open palm down on the table.

"No you DON'T! You don't love me and you NEVER DID!" she growled,
red-faced. One of the other girls put a comforting hand on her
shoulder and got a hard shove and a curse for her trouble.

"You all HATE me and think I'm WORTHLESS!" Jean cried, drawing
uncomfortable chuckles or pitying stares from everyone within
earshot.

From accusing us of hating her and thinking her worthless, Jean
moved on to calling herself hateful and worthless.

"I'm a stupid, ugly BITCH ... no good to anybody!" she proclaimed
loudly. People were trying to avoid catching her eye while I was
trying to get her focused on me ... to somehow bring her back
from whatever brink she was teetering on. But every calming word
I uttered seemed to drive her farther away.

Finally I suggested we were both tired and should head for the
condo to sleep. That put a new idea in her head.

"I want to leave. I'm not staying here. I want to leave right now
and drive back to Fort Collins."

"But honey it's late and there's a storm coming," I said quietly.
It was true, but the storm had already arrived. The blizzard that
had been predicted for 36 hours was driving millions of big,
fluffy flakes against the window beside our table. We could
barely see the lights of the store across the street.

The more we tried to talk sense to Jean, the louder she demanded
to leave immediately for Fort Collins. Finally she screamed an
obscenity, grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the door. I
briefly apologized to my friends and rushed to follow.

I caught up with Jean on the street and by this time she was
sobbing, babbling and even less coherent than before. It took me
three tries to get her into her coat and she couldn't navigate
the snowy street without leaning most of her weight on me.
Eventually we made it to our car. I considered making a last
effort to get her to the condo, then realized I had no idea where
it was. I sighed grimly, got Jean into the car and headed up I-35
towards Vail Pass.

The next hour provided some of the worst driving I've ever
encountered. We crept up and over Vail Pass in a near whiteout
and only made it because we followed a snowplow most of the way.
It didn't help that Jean was passed out and snoring quietly
before we had been on the road 10 minutes. On the other hand,
unconsciousness was less distracting than drunken babbling.

Driving all the way to Fort Collins was out of the question, so
when the snowplow took Exit 203 at Frisco I followed him down the
ramp. A four-story motel was the first thing I saw, so I turned
in, got lucky and booked the last available room.

"This town fills up fast when the roads get bad," said the guy at
the front desk. He was amazed we had made it from Vail. "They
just closed the pass in both directions."

Getting an unconscious Jean up to the room proved easier than I
thought when the desk clerk offered the use of a wheelchair kept
for the use of injured skiers. I took her upstairs, got her
undressed and in bed before returning for our luggage. She was
out like a light.

Returning to the lobby a few minutes later, I noticed the
wheelchair was already in use again. This time the occupant was a
man who sat nodding groggily while one leg stuck out, encased in
a thick brace. A dark-haired young woman was pleading with the
desk clerk as I walked up seeking change for the vending
machines.

"We'll take anything," she begged tiredly. "We've tried every
other motel in town and you're our last chance. He can't spend
the night in a car!"

The clerk frowned regretfully and shook his head.

"I'd like to help, but we're full. I don't even have any folding
beds."

I sympathized with her problem since I had nearly faced the same
dilemma. Then I impulsively offered a solution.

"Excuse me," I said, getting their attention. "There's a second
bed in our room if you would consider sharing."

"Really?" she said, turning around eagerly. "You wouldn't mind?
We'd do our best to be quiet and stay out of your way."

"You won't get in our way," I said, grinning. "My wife is
sleeping like a log and I spent a year staying in youth hostels
in Europe. A little crowding won't bother me."

She held out her hand to shake mine and I looked down at a pale,
pretty face framed by thick brunette hair.

"I'm Annie," she said, a smile easing the anxious strain on her
face. "And that's my husband Robert in the wheelchair. I'd
introduce you, but he's taken some pain killers for his knee and
he's not really conscious."

The clerk said it was cool of me to offer our second bed and
provided a couple of extra pillows to seal the deal.

I helped Annie get Robert and their luggage to the room, then
took my time at the vending and ice machines while they got
settled. When I knocked softly a few minutes later, Annie
answered the door smiling, a hair brush in one hand, wearing a
long flannel nightgown with a lace collar and a pattern of tiny
roses.

Robert was in bed with his leg propped up and his knee topped
with a bag of ice. His eyes were closed, his face slack and his
mouth open slightly.

"It was hard getting him in bed, but we managed," she said. "I
gave him another pill to help him through the night." Then she
noticed my full hands, "Have you got goodies?"

I showed her my haul of soda, chips and candy from the vending 
machines. Since neither of us had eaten since lunch, we sat 
munching contentedly for several minutes.

"How did you like Europe," she asked quietly. So I told her a
couple of my best stories about bumming around the Continent.
Then she told me how she and Robert were driving from Salt Lake
City to Denver when he slipped on some ice at a truck stop in
Glenwood Springs. The ER docs said his knee was wrecked, but
surgery could wait until they reached Denver. Then the blizzard
intervened.

Annie and Robert had actually arrived in Frisco an hour before
us, but had gotten off at the first exit where there were no
motels. They spent a fruitless hour looking for a room before
running into me.

Finally Annie and I took turns in the bathroom and climbed into
our beds. Jean was sleeping on the right side of our bed, and
Robert was on the left side of theirs. So Annie and I were little
more than an arm's length from each other, separated by a night
stand and a couple of feet of carpet. The room fell silent except
for the low humming from the heat vent and the occasional howl of
the blizzard outside.

I lay there thinking about Annie.

"What a great girl," I thought. She seemed to be my age within a
year or two ... intelligent, humorous, articulate and (let's face
it) sexy. She wasn't sexy in an obvious way. Instead her smile
lit up her whole face and she had an earthy, energetic way about
her that made me think she'd be a great bed partner. Too bad we
were married ... and our spouses were just inches away.

She was about 5-feet-4 and certainly not petite. Nor was she
thick. From what I could tell from a few glimpses, she was
average ... nice round ass, nice round tits ... big enough to be
noticeable, but not big enough to sag. My dick was half erect,
thinking about the the way her mouth moved when she talked. I
sighed. It would be pretty obvious if I sneaked into the bathroom
to beat off.

"Are you awake Rick?" she whispered.

"Yeah ... not sleepy yet," I replied.

So we talked quietly. And the conversation meandered until I
explained what we were doing in Frisco and why Jean was sleeping
so soundly.

"So ... you think she has a problem?" Annie asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. She drinks normally most of the time,
having a couple of drinks. But three times in nine months she's
gotten out-of-control, blackout plastered."

We talked about Jean for awhile ... her DUIs, her spotty work
history, our short courtship and hurried marriage. Then we fell
silent for awhile.

"We have a mixed marriage," Annie said finally. "Robert is really
religious and I didn't grow up that way. I thought we could work
it out ... move towards each other and meet in the middle. But
... when I move in his direction, he moves farther away.

"It might work if Robert stayed in the mainstream, but he has
strange ideas. He thinks women should obey the men in their lives
... not just their husbands, but their fathers and brothers too!
He won't let me have a credit card and ... and he says sex is
only for begetting children. He actually uses the word
begetting!"

A long silence followed.

"What are you thinking?" Annie finally whispered.

"About how I'd like to kiss you," I said truthfully, and seconds
later she was kneeling beside me, her face close to mine.

"I was thinking that, too," she said softly, and kissed me. Her
lips were dry and soft, but her tongue was wet and demanding. Our
kiss deepened and got more intense. Our tongues wrestled and
played, all those sensitive surfaces reveling in the contact. She
pulled me towards her and soon we were kneeling face to face
between the beds, kissing harder and harder.

I put my hands on her hips and slid them up the soft flannel,
past the indentation of her waist to cup her full breasts. I
couldn't feel her nipples, but started rubbing my thumbs where
they should be and Annie broke our kiss long enough to put her
face to my shoulder and sigh with pleasure.

"Mmm, yes."

She reached down and shifting her weight from knee to knee pulled
the bottom of her nightgown up to her waist. My hands explored
her feverishly, unwilling to miss a single inch of smooth, warm
skin. I stroked her taught thighs, briefly felt the heat rising
from her 'V' and delighted in the firmness of her panty-covered
ass.

My hands moved up again to cup her breasts ... this time touching
bare skin and delightful curves. This time my thumbs found her
nipples and started rubbing them firmly as they quickly hardened
into thick bumps.

Meanwhile Annie's hand slid into the waistband of my shorts and
was stroking my dick, gauging its length and thickness. I gasped
when her fingertips brushed tenderly against the soft, sensitive
helmet. Her other hand was on the back of my neck, pulling my
mouth hard against hers. Then she broke away.

"I want MORE!" she whispered in the darkness.

We got in each other's way as she pushed my shorts down and I
tried to pull her nightgown up, but we finally got it done. As
soon as she was free of the nightgown one hand went back to my
dick and the other supported her as she leaned down, taking me in
her warm, wet mouth. Sucking. Sliding me deep. I was frozen on my
knees as she bobbed her head, slurping hungrily.

"Ohmygod!" I cried in the quietest voice I could muster. My hips
flexed towards her.

Then it was me wanting more. I wrestled her down until we were
lying on our sides, her face at my crotch and my face at hers. I
roughly dragged her panties down and off, pulled her legs wide
and thrust my face into her 'V.' In seconds my tongue delved
down, down into her thick bush where I found buried treasure. The
feel and scent of a beautiful pussy filled my awareness.

I found wetness as soon as my tongue penetrated her outer lips,
and more wetness as I went deeper. I explored downwards until I
found her opening and drove my tongue as far inside as I could
reach. Annie moaned around my dick as I penetrated her again and
again, lapping up her warm, fragrant juices.

I could have spent all night drinking sweetness from her well,
but I knew there was even more beauty to be had. I began sliding
my tongue in short strokes down her wet channel towards the
little nub at the top.

Soon it was there, a little bump cradled in folds of sweet flesh.
My tongue gave it a gentle flick and Annie gasped, freeing my
throbbing dick from her warm mouth. I flicked it again and felt
her thighs squeeze my head. I flicked it again and her hips
thrust convulsively. Then I clamped my mouth over the top of her
pussy, enclosing coarse hair, tender crinkles of flesh and her
little bud. She could not escape.

Flick, and she jerked. Flick, and her hands gripped me hard.
Flick, and she uttered a muffled moan. Flick, and her whole body
shivered.

Flick ... flick ... flick went my tongue, fast enough to keep her
excitement building, but slow enough to keep her from exploding
too soon. She now had her face buried in a pillow to muffle her
rising chorus of moans. Briefly I stopped teasing her clit to
again thrust my tongue inside her. Her warm, tasty juices filled
my mouth and covered my face.

Flick ... flick ... flick the tip of my tongue brushed her
swollen clit. A little faster now, barely touching each time. I
could feel tension building in the muscles of her legs and ass.

Flick .. flick .. flick my tongue brushed her wet bump faster
still and I knew she was close to cumming. One of my hands
gripped her ass firmly, fingers deep in her crack, while I used
the other to hold her legs apart.

Flick.flick.flick.flick.flick and then she was cumming ...
cumming with a long-drawn-out groan, squeezing my head between
her thighs and thrusting her pussy again and again against my
eager mouth. Annie's whole body convulsed once, twice and then
was frozen motionless while I continued to tongue her clit. She
gave a low scream into the pillow.

The fingers of my hand were in her ass crack, slippery with
juice, but couldn't reach her pussy. So I slid my longest finger
rudely into the tight ring of muscle guarding her asshole, just
past the first knuckle.

Her whole body arched suddenly like a drawn bow.

"UUUmmph ..UUMMPH .. UMMPH!" she groaned into her pillow, her
body shaking and spasming helplessly.

"AAAAGH, AAAGHH, AAAARGH." Her convulsions went on and on, her
thighs clamped hard on my head and her heels beat hard on the
carpet. I had trouble getting air with my face pushed deep
between her legs.

After a long time her moans slowed and stopped, her legs released
their grip and she pulled her face out of the pillow to gasp for
air. One hand came down to push my mouth away from her
too-sensitive clit while the other gripped my thigh like a vise.
The only sound was her repeated whisper, "Ohmygodohmygod."

I listened carefully, but there was no sound from our spouses.

Eventually Annie's hand took my arm and urged me up to lie face
to face. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her deeply, our
sweaty skin sticking us together. I took a breath to say
something.

"No talk," she whispered.

I don't know how long we lay there holding each other, our legs
twined. But it felt good and natural. There was softness and
warmth everywhere we touched, enough warmth to cancel the chill
of the room. Despite the hard floor I got drowsy and felt myself
drifting off.

Annie brought me back with a kiss on my sticky lips.

"My turn!" she whispered.

She positioned me on my back with a pillow for my head and laid
full-length on top, kissing me deeply. She nuzzled and nipped her
way from my face to my ears and neck. Then she leaned up to
dangle one breast in my face. I sucked hard at her nipple for a
few seconds before she pulled it away and let me have the other
for awhile. Her labored breathing told me she loved having her
nipples sucked.

But soon she pulled away again and started kissing her way down
my chest, briefly nibbling my nipples then moving down across my
stomach. Quickly she took my dick in her mouth again, sucking me
deep then slowly letting me slide from her mouth. She repeated
that motion twice more, taking me in until my dick hit the back
of her throat then slooowly letting me slide out as she sucked. I
was so hard it was almost painful.

She raised up then and straddled my hips, one hand guiding my
dick until it was firmly wedged between her pussy lips. After a
momentary pause she simply lowered herself onto my dick in one
swift motion. The sensation of warmth and wetness so exquisite
that I gasped.

Annie rocked back and forth a couple of times, getting settled,
then began to fuck me. With her hands on my chest she lifted
herself slightly each time, only a couple of inches, before
shoving her pussy down onto my dick. At the bottom of each stroke
she rocked herself forward slightly then lifted herself again.
Her rhythm was steady, neither slow nor fast, and she began to
breathe deeply.

There was little light in the room, but my eyes were well
adjusted. I watched her face as she fucked me ... her mouth open
slightly and her pretty, dark eyes closed. She didn't need to
look at me because she was getting an urgent message from between
her thighs. Lift ... drop ... thrust she repeated over and over.
Lift ... drop ... thrust. Her breathing was beginning to sound
uneven.

Meanwhile I was in heaven. The walls of her pussy clasped my dick
tightly, both sliding up and down. And her quick rocking motion
at the bottom of each stroke made the head of my dick seesaw back
and forth, deep inside her warmth and wetness. My hips were
straining up to meet each downward thrust. I could almost feel
the cum surging from my balls ready to burst out of my dick.

She began to speed up then, as her climax approached. And her
growing excitement pushed my arousal higher and higher. Now she
was fucking herself with my dick at a furious rate as the fertile
scent of pussy filled the air.

Suddenly, frantically Annie grabbed a pillow and pressed it to
her face with both hands. I knew she was about to explode and
knowing sent me over the edge. I pulled her down until my face
was pushed into the other side of her pillow.

"Unngh! unngh! Unnngh! UNnngh! UUUNNngh!" she grunted into the
pillow, cumming hard, while I groaned through my climax with her.

"AAAH! AAAGH! MMMMAAAAAGGH!" I could feel my dick, thick and
swollen, shooting jets of cum into Annie's warm, welcoming puss.
Each throb of cum was like a bolt of pleasure shooting from my
balls up through my shaft.

As the first crest of our climaxes passed I pulled the pillow
from between us and took Annie in a deep kiss, my tongue
thrusting into her mouth, muffling our sighs and groans. I
couldn't kiss her enough, exploring her warmsweet mouth with my
tongue, my fingers digging deeply into her hair. She returned my
kiss and continued to milk my dick with tiny rocking motions of
her hips.

In that moment, with my shaft buried completely inside Annie and
her full weight on me, our tongues wrestling in sweet exhaustion,
I felt closer to her than I'd ever felt to another person. I
wanted the moment to last forever. The hotel room might have been
a cave in the wilderness at the dawn of time, and the two of us
Adam and Eve.

We laid that way for a long time, my hands stroking her back, her
butt, massaging her legs and feet. Our breathing slowly returned
to normal, we began to feel the cold and reluctantly we pulled
apart. Tiptoeing, we went into the bathroom and showered in the
dim illumination of the night light. We washed each other gently
under the drumming of the warm water and my eyes took in her
beauty the way my hands had explored her before. We kissed and
kissed knowing that time, for us, was short.

Quietly we left the bathroom and donned our night clothes before
crawling back into our separate beds. We fell asleep, each with
an arm outstretched to touch the other's fingertips.

Annie got up and dressed when the dawn pushed a dim, gray light
around the curtains. She quickly packed, got Robert organized
and went for the lobby wheelchair while Jean continued sleeping.
I watched Annie sadly, wanting her for another few minutes, a
minute ... seconds.

Finally she pushed Robert into the hall and returned to kneel
beside me. She kissed me deeply then rose. Crossing the room, she
watched me watch her while she put something in my jeans pocket.
Then, with a brilliant smile, she was gone. The door closed with
a quiet click and I heard a snowplow rumble by on the road
outside.


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WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for
readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where
they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it
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