I'd been to Tyler's home almost every other week over the last couple months. Each time was as wonderful as the first one. But it all was bothering me. Not guilt, but fear. Fear of having my world collapse around me.

As I was catching my breath in bed next to Tyler one Sunday, I told him how nervous I was. Maybe I should cool it. He sensed that and understood, he said. Of course, it was easier because he had a new girlfriend in New York. I cried while we made love in the shower. Then it was time to go.

My infatuation didn't end, even if our visits did. My fingers and dildos kept the heat alive. Once, in a private moment at the office, I told him, "I can't get the fun we had out of my head. Especially..."

"When your fingers are..."

"Yeah. But you've also been replaced by a dildo," I giggled.

"And when you're doing Brandon?"

I had to look away. I had told him before that I imagined it was him when I had sex with my husband.

"Damn," he exclaimed.

"I think about us a lot, too," he added.

Then, several months down the road, Brandon scheduled a rare trip to a conference. I'm sure it seemed to come out of the blue when I told Tyler, "It's my turn to make you breakfast, you know."

"What? I thought..."

"Don't look a gift BJ in the mouth," was my pre-planned retort.

"Uh... really?"

"Uh huh."

"When?"

"Sunday after next. Around 10. Brandon is catching a flight to a conference," I explained. "My place."

"Wow!" He wasn't visiting his out-of-town girlfriend that weekend, so everything was OK.

That morning, after sex, I made Brandon waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream and sent him off with a kiss.

Cleanup was easy. I left the waffle iron, ingredients, and a bowl of fruit out. A change of sheets and a shower with aggressive use of the spray hose eliminated any unpleasantness in time for Tyler's visit. I put on a low-cut cotton dress, earrings, a necklace, and a spot of perfume.

The phone rang. It was Tyler. "Hello?"

"I'm around the corner. Everything OK?"

"So thoughtful of you to check. Yes. Park in the open side of the garage."

I opened the garage and stood in the doorway as he drove in. Then I pushed the button to close the garage. We embraced and kissed in the mudroom.

"You're dressed so pretty," he said. "In every way," he added when his hands wandered over my braless breasts and found no panty lines lower down.

I let him pull the broad dress straps down to my arms and reach under the hem before I stopped his touches. "I left a waffle on. Better check."

Just in time, I peeled the waffle out onto a plate, poured some strawberry syrup on it. As I sprayed Cool Whip on top, Tyler pulled up my dress up from behind me. I stuck out my ass and let him enter me as I sliced the strawberries onto the whipped cream. He pulled my neckline down again and grabbed my bared tits while he fucked me.

"Should I start another batch?"

"I have other hungers," he answered.

"We should eat while they're hot." I pulled away, carried the plate out to the dining room table, and tucked my boobs back in. Tyler pulled his shorts up and sat next to me. I handed him a bottle of prosecco so he could prove his manliness by uncorking it. He did it quickly and didn't let the cork go flying. So right. He filled both our glasses.

I served myself one square of waffle and put the other three on his plate. We dug in. Eating with one hand, Tyler put the other hand on my bare leg. I found I could eat with one hand, too. He hadn't zipped up after the kitchen, so his cock came out easily. As I grabbed it, he found my pussy. I stroked, he probed, and poorly aimed waffle bites smeared whipped cream on our faces.

I had a thought about how to make it easier to eat. "Pull your chair back a bit." I stood in front of him, held his cock up, and eased myself down. I just sat there feeling it pressed against my cervix while we ate. His plate was out of reach, so leaning to one side, I fed us both. That left his hands free to play with my boobs and my clit. Though he couldn't pump me, he did rock forward and back, rubbing his tip across my cervix. That and the finger play were bringing me to a climax.

I climbed up on the end of the table we hadn't used and pulled my knees up to my tits. I love rubbing my knees across them.

"What a great view," Tyler commented. A girl couldn't be more exposed, I thought. He sucked on my labia and teased my clit with his tongue. He used his cock for the same touches plus a trip around my rim. Then he was in me. This position is almost as good as doggie for sheer stimulation. The fucking felt so great.

I realized he was breathing hoarsely, about to cum, so I tugged on my knees and crunched my abs to rock my cunt up to meet each thrust. As I came again, pulse after pulse of his seed joined my love juice and ran down my rear.

When that was over, we tried to clean up. Our napkins couldn’t get the whipped cream off our faces. Ignoring what was running down my leg, I ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and started to rinse off my face. But once again, Tyler was right behind me. He lifted me into the air and carried me kicking and squealing into the shower stall. He turned the water lever to warm. "Oh!!! It's ice cold, Tyler! And my dress!" I screamed. But the water heated up quickly. We stood under the spray, hugging and making out in our wet clothes.

My soaked dress didn't turn see through, but it clung tightly enough to reveal my popped-out nipples. When he pushed it between my legs, he looked and said, "I can see the shape of your perfect pussy."

"No fair, your shorts are too heavy to see anything but a big bulge," I complained. I reached in and pulled out his cock. He pushed the wet fabric into my crack and rubbed while I wanked away on his growing dick.

Then I realized, "Oh Tyler, I have to pee."

"Go ahead, Becky."

"Really? Here?"

"Go ahead."

I pulled my dress up so I wouldn't wet it and laughed at how silly that was. As I was about to let go, he dropped his shorts and pushed his shaft between my legs. I pressed my legs together and wrapped my labia around his cock. The hot stream flowed over his cock, warmed my entire pussy, and ran down my legs.

"Damn, that's amazing," he exclaimed. He peeled my dress off while I peed. And when the flow stopped, he turned me around and drove his shaft deep into my cunt.

My O came before his, so I knelt in front of him and helped him step out of his clinging wet shorts. I took his throbbing cock in my mouth. He only needed to fuck my face for a couple more minutes before I tasted his lovely ejaculation. I stood up facing him and squeezed his discharge onto my lips. We watched the shower rinse it down over my tits and my belly before we embraced and kissed under the spray.

We turned off the shower, gathered up our dripping clothes, which still had stains from breakfast on them, and left puddles as we ran to the mudroom. I stuffed them into the washer with the sheets from earlier and started the load. At the dining room table, I emptied the prosecco into our glasses and led him back to the bathroom to towel off. Once dry, we turned toward the bedroom and sat on the bed.

We were shivering, so we chugged our drinks, laid down, and pulled the covers up. Tyler immediately disappeared between my legs. He began by gnawing and tonguing my nipples. Further down, he poked my belly button and moved lower to kiss my thighs. Then he sucked on my pussy lips. His tongue played with my clit as his fingers found my vagina.

As my climax started, he climbed up and held his cock against my labia. Then he slid the tip up and down my slit, stopping to tease my clit. It was almost too sensitive, so I begged him, “Now. Now.” He drove his cock the full length of my love hole. We fucked like that for several minutes. Then he turned me over to take me from behind which let too much cold air under the covers. We found it was cozier spooning. That's where we were when he finished.

It was time to put our clothes in the dryer. I gave him one of Brandon's robes and put on one of my own, knowing they would need to be washed later.

We sat on the sofa chatting and cuddling. I asked about his girlfriend, Pam.

“She’s pretty like you, a little darker, and she loves sex. There’s nothing she won’t do.”

“Good BJ’s?”

“Not as good as you,” he lied, I’m sure.

“But better yet, she’s bi. We have threesomes with different girls.”

I pondered that for a few seconds, but continued my interrogation. “Her rear? She lets you use her rear?”

“Yep.”

“I want you to use mine. Right now,” I responded. “I’m a bit sore… Stay here on the sofa.” I ran to the bedroom and grabbed the KY. I dribbled it liberally over his cock and spread some through my legs into my rear.

I sat over his dick facing him and lowered myself slowly, giving my asshole time to expand. He grabbed both my boobs and squeezed as I rose and fell over his cock. “Oh yes. Oh yes,” we both exclaimed. Then he took one hand away and plunged three fingers into my cunt. His thumb on my clit and his kisses on my neck gave me more stimulation than I could handle. “Oh Tyler,” I screamed as my first of three orgasms hit.

And on that third orgasm, he finally yelled out, “Oh Becky. Damn. So great.” His jelly filled my rear and further lubricated his shaft. Then we fell apart.

As we sat there catching our breath, a thought occurred to me. “Would Pam want to have a threesome with me?”

I sent Tyler away with that thought in time for me to have phone sex with Brandon when he arrived at his hotel.

Tyler came to my home one more time that week for a fun-filled evening. "Pam says, OK," he told me while he was lying on top of me ejaculating.

The phone rang. “It’s Brandon,” I told him. “Wait here.”

I went to the spare room to have phone sex with my hubby. Tyler didn't follow orders and came to the door I’d left ajar. He stood there watching my naked play. I took his jism from my pussy and put it in my mouth. Tyler flashed a huge smile and stroked his dick. Then he climbed between my legs and started licking as Brandon was cumming over the phone. I wondered if he noticed how strong my orgasm was.