Friday, February 14, 1975

He knew that he should have ignored the page but being a "go-to guy" in his department had afforded him preferential scheduling of service calls around his classes at UCLA all these years.

When he had found a pay phone and called into dispatch the service call that he was assigned turned out to be on the way home, and from the description, shouldn't require him to work beyond five o'clock on this Friday afternoon.

The apartment complex that matched the address in Hermosa Beach required non-residents to park on the street, which could be a problem during the summer when visits to the beach two blocks away would bring thousands of people and their cars to the area. On this overcast and drizzly day in February, he found a space along the curb without any difficulty.

The directory for the complex was accurate, so he found the correct apartment and was knocking on the door only twenty minutes after receiving the dispatch. While waiting for the door to be answered, he buttoned the top button on his shirt and tightened his tie against it.

The door was opened only as far as the security chain would allow. A face that was partially visible on the other side of the door appeared below the level of the chain.

"Can I help you?" The age of the person speaking was difficult to ascertain, but the voice was definitely feminine.

"Hi, I'm Mark Preston with Pacific Shores Office Equipment. I have a service call at this address for a Dori Evans on a DeJur-Grundig foot pedal."

"Wow! This is quick." The door closed enough for the chain to be removed and then it was opened wide. "Please come in."

He entered the apartment and let his eyes adjust to the room light as he waited for the door to be closed behind him.

"I'm Dori Evans," the resident said.

Mark turned around to greet her and saw the prettiest girl he had ever seen in person. Dori wasn't short, but she wasn't tall either. Mark figured her to be just over five feet and a half tall. Her angelic face, dark curly hair and ice blue eyes made his mouth go dry. The oversized UCLA sweatshirt that she wore hid most of her figure, but the athletic appearance of what he saw of her legs indicated to him that her slender body was just as well toned.

"I got your dispatch while on my way home, so I decided to see what service I could be to you before the weekend. We service a lot of equipment for stenographers and transcribers who work out of their homes, so I always try to get to them as soon as possible because I know it's their livelihood."

"Thank God someone understands," Dori said as she led him to her dining room table. "I have hours of tapes to transcribe before Monday and had hoped to finish today so that my weekend was free. The new Space Mountain ride just opened at Disneyland and I wanted to try to go there on Sunday."

Mark saw the standard transcription setup of an IBM Correcting Selectric Two typewriter and DeJur-Grundig reel-to-reel tape player sitting side-by-side on the table. He set his tool case, which resembled a large briefcase on the floor and opened it up.

"So, tell me what's going on with your foot pedal," he said.

"The rewind isn't working," Dori replied. "It's been acting up for the past few days, but it just stopped completely this morning."

"Let's have a look," Mark said as he unplugged the cord to the foot pedal from the back of the tape player and then retrieved the device from the floor under the table. He spread a shop cloth onto a clear section of the table and set the foot pedal on it. Using a small-blade screwdriver, he quickly and efficiently removed a small c-clip from the left side of the shaft, and then separated the top and bottom sections of the foot pedal by pulling the shaft out the opposite side.

As soon as the inside of the foot pedal became visible to her, Dori suspected that she knew the problem. Mark confirmed it for her by saying, "The contacts on these foot pedals attract hair and debris through the static electricity that gets generated through them. It will only take me a few minutes to clean the contacts and then we can try it to see if that was your problem."

Mark glanced around to locate a trash can, and then carried the foot pedal over and used canned air to blow all the dust and hair from the foot pedal into the trash. He then returned to the table and used a small Emory board to further clean the contact surfaces before spraying contact cleaner on them to finish the job. Realigning the spring, reinstalling the shaft and replacing the c-clip took less than a minute. He placed the foot pedal back onto the floor and reconnected the cable to the back of the player.

"Give it a try," he said as he stepped back and pulled the chair in front of the typewriter out for Dori to sit down.

As she sat, the bottom of the sweatshirt rode up to expose more of her thighs, and her left shoulder became almost fully exposed. Unless she was wearing a strapless bra, she wasn't wearing one at all. There was the remnant of a tan line on her shoulder, which made Mark wonder what other tan lines she might have hidden.

It took only a moment for Dori to confirm that Mark's repairs had been successful. "Oh, thank you so much! Now I can finish everything tonight."

"I'm glad it was that easy," Mark said as he repacked his tool bag. "Just give me a minute to write up your ticket and I'll get out of your hair."

"Take your time," Dori said. "I suppose you need to document all your work, even if it is warranty related."

Mark checked his dispatch information once more and said, "My records indicate that this is a billable service call. When did you buy your equipment?"

Dori had a surprised look on her face, "I don't have the exact date, but it was right before Labor Day, so it's within a year."

"Did someone tell you that this equipment had a one-year warranty?" Mark asked.

"I just assumed," said Dori. "Almost all electronics come with a one-year warranty these days."

Mark nodded in understanding and said, "That's true for most consumer products. DeJur-Grundig dictating and transcribing products are used in business, such as your transcribing business, so they are considered commercial products and only carry a ninety-day warranty."

Dori now had a worried look on her face. She asked, "How much is a service call if I am beyond the warranty?"

Mark held his service ticket book in his hand but didn't start writing yet. He looked down at Dori and said, "The minimum service call fee is forty-five dollars."

Dori sat silently thinking while staring back at Mark. Her eyes were becoming wet with building tears when she asked, "Will you take a check?"

"I'm sorry, but that would have to be pre-approved with our accounting department."

"Oh," Dori said. She turned her gaze from Mark and stared at the typewriter keyboard.

"Look," Mark said, "Obviously, you weren't expecting to be charged for the service call. Would you mind getting me a glass of water? Let's try to figure something out for you."

Without replying, Dori rose, walked into her small galley kitchen, pulled a glass out of an upper cabinet and filled it with tap water. She carried it back to the table and set it in front of Mark.

"Please, have a seat," she told him.

"Before I do, why don't you call back my company and cancel the service call you placed earlier. Tell them everything is working fine now."

"But won't they know that you have been here?" she asked.

"They know that I have been dispatched, but not when I arrived. I'll just tell them that you refused service when I got here. I didn't use any parts or anything that I would need to account for, so consider this my Valentine's Day present."

"What? Oh yeah, today is Valentine's Day, isn't it? You would do that for me?"

Mark chuckled, "I'm sure it isn't as special or romantic a gift as your boyfriend or husband has planned for you, but under the circumstances, it's the best I can do right now."

Dori studied him for several seconds. He was more professional looking and clean-cut than the types of guys she usually dated, but he had mesmerizing hazel eyes to go with his All-American good looks.

"Wouldn't your gift to me make your girlfriend or wife jealous?" she asked.

"Alas," he said with a smile, "I am destined to spend another romantically unrequited Valentine's Day if you refuse my meager gesture."

Dori once more sat in contemplation while she studied Mark. He was almost the polar opposite of the 'bad boy" types that she had always been attracted to, yet she sensed that there might be something under the surface that she couldn't see.

"Well, your 'meager gesture' just happens to be the only offer I have received this year," she said. "I would be honored to accept your gift on one condition."

"What condition?" Mark asked.

"Well, actually two conditions," she said. "First, take off your tie and make yourself comfortable."

"Gladly," Mark said as he unknotted his tie, pulled it loose from around his collar and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. He folded the tie and stuck it into one of the back pockets of his slacks.

Dori called the number that she had spoken with earlier to schedule the service call, and following Mark's instructions, she cancelled the request. While waiting for the dispatcher to confirm her cancellation, she studied her guest.

Dori was pleased to see how muscular Mark's neck was. "Do you ever do weed?" she asked after disconnecting the call.

Mark smiled and said, "If I don't have to worry about driving afterwards, sure."

"Is there someplace that you need to be this evening?" she asked.

"Not that I am aware of. Are you inviting me to hang around here for a while?"

Dori smiled and nodded, "I think if we are going to be each other's Valentine, then we should spend a few hours together at least. Don't you?"

"Wouldn't you like me to buy you dinner or something?"

Dori rose and left the room. Mark assumed she was heading into the bedroom. She returned shortly with a plastic bag containing several rolled joints sitting on top of some loose pot. She carried the bag over to the coffee table in front of the sofa and set it next to an ashtray there. She then went into the kitchen and retrieved a book of matches from a drawer and returned to the sofa.

"It's easier to pass a joint if all the participants are within arm's reach of each other," she said to Mark. "Come join me."

Mark picked up his glass of water and walked over to the arm chair that sat perpendicular to one end of the sofa. He set the glass onto the coffee table and leaned back to study Dori, who was sitting with her legs folded under her in the middle of the sofa.

Dori scooted over to be on the end of the sofa nearest him. She thought that he apparently believed that it would be inappropriate for him to share the sofa with her, which validated her opinion that he was a goody-two-shoes kind of guy.

"You don't have to smoke this with me if it makes you uncomfortable," she said. "I just thought that it would give us a mellow start to our evening."

"You know that you're very beautiful, don't you?" he asked.

Dori was surprised by the question but saw the sincerity in his eyes. She also saw something else in his eyes that she had never seen before. Now she suspected that she knew how Eve felt when the serpent tempted her. "Come taste this delicious apple" was what his eyes were beckoning to her, but what apple? She remembered something that a girlfriend had told her when they were comparing their habit of dating 'bad boys'. Her friend had said, "All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you." That hadn't actually been her experience, but she kept being drawn to the bad boys regardless. Until now.

In response to his compliment, she simply smiled, said "Thank you," and lit up one of her joints. She took a long pull and held the smoke in as she passed the joint to Mark. He never took his eyes of hers as he accepted it and brought it to his lips. He took a hit and held it but didn't pass the joint back to her just yet. He watched her slowly exhale, studying the way her lips parted and her body relaxed.

"Do you like your job?" she asked before taking the joint back and hitting it again.

Mark exhaled and said, "It's been great for me so far. The company encouraged me to take classes at UCLA and let me run service calls between them. Most of my dispatches were in Westwood, Santa Monica, Century City -- you know that area. Now they're working with me on getting my teaching career started by allowing me to teach night classes at a couple of community colleges. What about you? Do you like doing transcribing?"

After exhaling, she passed him back the joint and replied, "I need to build up a client list that will support me, but that's slowly coming along. If I can get established, it will be an ideal job to pay my way through law school. My plan is to start at Whittier Law School in the fall semester, so I have a few months to make a go of things."

"You live here by yourself?" Mark asked as he watched Dori placing the joint into a roach clip.

Passing the clipped joint back to him, she replied, "For as long as I can afford to. There are rumors that the rent is going to be increased in a few months, so I'll have to see what that presents me with. What about you? Do you live nearby?"

He took a hit and passed the dwindling joint back to her, "I have a studio apartment in Long Beach right on Ocean Boulevard. It's not much, only has a Murphy bed for example and parking can be a challenge, but the location is right across from the beach and I can walk to my favorite hang outs in Belmont Shores."

Dori released the nub of the roach into the ashtray, "Do you want to do another?"

Mark took a drink of water and gazed at her for a few seconds before saying, "Do we need to make plans for satisfying the 'munchies'? If you want to order a pizza to be delivered, I would be happy to treat you."

"I'm afraid that I am out of practice as a hostess," Dori admitted. "A pizza sounds good though, and I do have some beer if you would want one instead of water."

"That sounds good," said Mark as he stood up. "I assume that the beer is in the fridge, so I'll get us each one while you call and order the pizza. Get whatever you want on it."

Dori rose and followed Mark into her kitchen, "Can you hand me the yellow pages off the top of the refrigerator?"

Mark handed her the book and then retrieved two Coors cans out of the refrigerator. He popped the top off on one and handed it to Dori, and then opened his own. They walked back to their previous seats and Dori pulled the phone from the corner table into her lap.

Mark silently watched her as she found a listing in the yellow pages and then dialed the number. He watched her fingers manipulating the rotary dial and thought about how they would feel manipulating other things. She finished ordering the pizza and set the phone and yellow pages back onto the corner table.

"They said that it would be here in about an hour. I guess Valentine's Day is a big pizza delivery day for some reason," she told him.

Mark checked his watch and then sought out her eyes once more. He found her gaze waiting to meet his. "Do you consider yourself adventurous?" he asked her.

"Not especially," Dori says, unsure of the exact context of his question. "Agreeing to be a Valentine for a complete stranger might make you question that however, but other than dating some questionable characters, I have led a relatively sheltered life."

Mark held her gaze and watched her shift her legs so that she was once again sitting with them folded underneath her body as she sat back on the sofa.

"What are you wearing underneath your sweatshirt?"

"Excuse me?" she asked. That question was out of left field if she had ever heard one.

"I asked you what you are wearing underneath your sweatshirt. Are you wearing shorts, panties, both, neither...? What?"

Dori stared back into those eyes that had been tempting her with some hidden message for several minutes now. She took a drink from her beer and considered her reply.

"I am wearing panties, that's all. Why?"

"Take them off and hand them to me," Mark said matter-of-factly, as if he was requesting another glass of water from her.

"Look," she began, but he interrupted her.

"Do you need me to take them off for you? I will if that is what you want."

"Why do you want me to give you my underwear?" she asked.

"Because you want to give me your underwear," he assured her. "You want to play, and I am willing to accommodate you, so start by taking off your underwear and giving them to me."

How would he know if she wanted to 'play', and what did he mean by 'play' in the first place? She contemplated his statement for a minute before standing before him.

"I don't know why I am agreeing to this, but as long as you know that nothing is going to happen between us, I'll play along..."

She turned her back to him, reached under the hem of her sweatshirt and sought the top of her panties without exposing herself any further to him.

"Turn around," he instructed. "I want to see your eyes."

She turned and stared into his eyes as she slowly lowered her panties down her thighs. When they had reached just below her knees, she raised her right leg and pulled her foot free of the fabric. She released the panties from her hands and let them fall around her left foot and ankle. She raised her left foot, capturing the panties on the top of her foot and presented them to him.

Without his eyes ever leaving hers, he reached out and removed the offered panties from her foot, which she lowered to the floor. She stood still as if awaiting further instructions and watched him bring her panties to his face to smell her scent on them. "God, that was hot," she thought.

When he just sat in place watching her, without providing any further instructions or requests, Dori sat back onto the sofa, once more folding her legs beneath her.

Mark shook his head and asked, "Dori, is that really how you want to sit?"

"How would you like me to sit?' she whispered, almost afraid to hear his answer, dreading that he was looking inside her head even better than she was herself.

"You're curious, aren't you?" he asked her.

God, how did he know? She had felt her body flushing as she removed her panties, but more than that, she had felt sensations in an area that was no longer covered by her panties. She blushed even more at how obvious she was to this strange man.

"Find out," he said when she didn't answer his question. "Sit there so that I can watch you find out for both of us."

Keeping her eyes locked on his, seeking guidance and following the temptations, Dori slowly unfolded her legs and stretched them out in front of her. Her sweatshirt hem was sitting high on her thighs, obscuring a view of what was below it for both of them. Understanding what he had asked of her, she moved her body from side to side as she lifted the hem of her sweatshirt until it was laying bunched around her waist. She turned her body so that her left foot could rest on the seat of the sofa when she bent her leg at the knee and kept her right foot on the floor. She was now exposing herself openly in a manner that she had never imagined herself doing, and doing it to a man that she hardly knew.

Mark's eyes were so riveted on hers that she wondered if he even noticed her exposed sex just inches from him. The laser focus that he had on her eyes kept her equally focused upon his.

"Go on," he urged. "Tell us if you're wet."

She slowly moved her right hand down to her thigh and edged it toward her pubic hair.

"Use both hands," Mark instructed. "Don't just feel for it, show it to me. Spread your lips and let me see if they are as glistening as we both suspect that they are."

God! If she wasn't wet before, Dori knew that she would be now. This man was arousing her like she had never experienced before. She moved both hands to her labia and slowly spread herself open to his view.

"Well?" she whispered.

"Well what?" Mark asked.

"Am I wet?"

He chuckled and asked, "Do you need me to tell you?"

Dori smiled back, keeping her hands in place and said, "I guess not. I can't believe I am doing this with you."

"It's what you wanted to do," said Mark. "I just let you know that I was okay with it."

"Okay Mr. Smarty Pants, what do I want to do now?"

"You want to bring yourself to the orgasm that has been on your mind since I arrived here. You want me to watch you pleasuring yourself."

Dori gasped. She thought that her subconscious thoughts were really subconscious, so how could this man have known that when she had walked behind him and saw how his slacks fit his body, she had harbored the thought of masturbating as soon as he had left her apartment.

"That is something I generally do in private, when I do it," she added quickly.

"But that's not what you want now, is it? You want to be wanton, free, and naughty. You want me to encourage you to be all those things, and I am happy to do so. Be comfortable with me, Dori. I only want you to relax and enjoy whatever you want to do. I'll just sit here and watch."

She released her labia with her right hand and began spreading her juices upwards to lubricate her clit, "What if I want you to do something more than watch?"

"You will let me know if that time comes. It's not just about the orgasm for you right now, you have a need to show me, so I will simply watch until your needs change. Now, you might want to get your first orgasm out of the way before the pizza arrives."

He had barely spoken the words when he realized that here was no reason to be concerned about the time. Dori bit her lower lip to stifle her scream as her body convulsed with the most intense, and quickest orgasm that she had ever experienced.

It would not be her last. She knew somehow that Mark would make certain of that.

Friday, February 14, 1986

Mark watched Dori approach the car as it sat at the curb outside the house. He was constantly amazed at how her beauty and sexy innocence had only increased in the eleven years since he had first laid eyes on her. Of course, today she was dressed to kill in a clingy red dress and three-inch heels rather than barefoot in an oversized UCLA sweatshirt, but he knew from experience that her maturity and subsequent increase in her self-confidence also played a role in how she presented herself to the world, and to him.

He got out to open the door for her, receiving a chaste kiss from her as she knelt to slide into the rear passenger seat of his sedan. She smiled at his already knowing her needs. He placed her overnight bag into the trunk.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too," he chuckled as he adjusted the rear view mirror and watched her slide the bottom of her dress up around her waist, exposing her panties to his view. She pulled a disposable diaper out of her purse and spread it onto the seat before she finally settled into position and fasten her seatbelt.

"Any problems getting away?" he asked as he pulled away from the curb.

"Nope," she said. "The husband conveniently arranged for his parents to watch Kerri for the weekend, so no children to worry about until Sunday night. What about you? Did Sherry give you any problems?"

"She moaned and groaned as usual, but in the end, she even made the hotel reservations for me. I tried to convince her to come as well, but the idea of watching me with my lover for the weekend didn't sit well with her I suppose."

"Is her Daddy still eying you for that promotion? Do you think that she would do something to screw that up for you?"

"No way," Mark said as he entered the onramp to the freeway. "She knows which side of the bread her butter is on and that there is no one more qualified to be the next Director of Field Service than me. What happened in your meeting with the partners?"

"They have committed to hiring me as an associate as soon as I pass the Bar exam. I knew that they would see my years working for them as a paralegal in the Family Law section as a positive, and having Jill Morris agreeing to delay her retirement until I am ready to take her spot eliminates any need the partners might have to fill the position before I am prepared to assume it."

Their conversation waned as Mark negotiated the Friday evening traffic. Dori didn't mind the silence, she just cherished the time with her lover, as she had at every opportunity since that fateful Valentine's Day eleven years prior. A new star entered her sky on that day, and she knew without question that he felt the same way about her.

She watched Mark's eyes in the mirror as she slowly slid her bright red panties off. He reached his right hand back to accept them as she offered them. How many times over the past eleven years had they repeated this routine, with only slight variations? She had discovered her sexuality that day in her apartment, but the explorations with Mark had never ceased.

It's not just that she would do anything to please him; it was also the encouragement that she had always received that allowed her to enjoy herself. She loved her husband and knew that he loved her, and their love making never failed to satisfy her. Her husband was the most romantic, giving man that Dori had ever known, as evidenced by the new black pearl necklace and matching earrings that he had given her this morning. They were always holding hands like a couple of teenagers, and their public displays of affection drew frequent comments from other married couples that they socialized with.

However, nothing compared to the experiences that she had always had with Mark as her lover. She could be his slut, his submissive, the aggressor, or anything else she wanted, and Mark still seemed to always know which role she desired before she realized it herself. Making love with her husband lit a fire within her heart and soul. Being with her lover ignited the raw carnal passion that smolder inside of her. Her husband had always known this about her and encouraged her to spend as much time with her lover as she felt she needed.

She spread her labia, as was also their custom so that he could clearly see her glistening arousal. She then scooted forward on the seat and leaned back further to make the butt plug that she had inserted earlier clearly visible to Mark in the mirror.

"Always so conscientious about coordinating your colors," he chuckled. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

Her breath was already coming in shudders due to her self-stimulation, "I'm not going for style points, but a matched ensemble isn't that difficult to achieve." She gasped and continued, "Oh God, I hope that this one diaper is going to be enough..."

Mark knew what she was referring to. They had learned together during their first night that Dori could produce significant amounts of female ejaculate when she climaxed. While it didn't always come out as projectile 'squirting' -- as always happened when Mark gave her oral sex, she would frequently leak copious amounts even when getting aroused. Achieving an orgasm just added to that. She had discovered that disposable diapers were not only absorbent enough in most cases, but carrying one or two in her purse never raised any questions as to their purpose, even when her seven-year old daughter Kerri had far outgrown the use of diapers.

"I wouldn't worry about it," he said in encouragement, "The rental car company can deal with it on Monday."

She didn't worry about it, but she was still relieved twenty minutes later when she removed the sopped diaper from below her and discovered that nothing had leaked onto the fabric seat. She rolled it up and used the tape around the waist of the diaper to secure it closed. It looked exactly like some unseen toddler had worn it for an extended period of time before getting changed. Setting it onto the floorboard of the car, she adjusted the bottom of her dress to its proper position just as Mark pulled into a space within the multi-level parking structure at the hotel.

"I still can't believe that you got so many people to agree to holding a service conference on the weekend of Valentine's Day," she said as Mark turned the car off.

He didn't reply until he had moved from the driver's seat to the rear passenger seat behind it and closed the door, "It was surprisingly easy. It provides those who are married with either a company paid weekend with a little romance mixed in with work." He winked at her and continued, "Or with an excuse to spend it with their lover."

Dori released her seatbelt and slid over towards Mark, "This is the first Valentine's Day that has fallen on a Friday since we met. We became lovers then, and I am so glad that we have never had to make excuses for that to continue."

He felt her hand working to unfasten his belt, "Do you wonder how many private detectives must be working in hotels like this tonight, trying to get the dirt on one spouse or the other?"

As she finished releasing the necessary garments to gain the access she desired, she said, "I only hope that any pictures they take capture my good side."

As her tongue captured the pre-cum that had been accumulating around the head, he thought back to the first time they had been together. Dori was not a stranger to giving blow jobs, but she was not skilled on how to do it right. Since she could barely get her lips around the head of his cock, she seemed lost on how to proceed their first time. Mark had patiently instructed her how to use her tongue, hands and lips to stimulate all the right places. Few things gave her more joy than making him cum all over her face or fully in her mouth.

She was an eager and willing student, and never hesitated to try new things, like sucking on his balls or even rimming his ass when he eventually introduced her to playing his "Rusty Trombone". She introduced her own personal touches to everything she learned, such as humming while she rimmed him to send wonderous vibrations throughout his body. As long as it was something that she felt was a wanton act that she shared only with him, she was all for it. He knew that was what was motivating her to perform oral sex with him while they were parked in a public place where the risk of them being seen was very real.

Her tongue continued to lubricate his shaft and balls as she used her hands to encircle his girth and stroke him in place of her mouth. She placed her lips as far around his head as she could manage when she sensed his eruption. Her tongue worked masterfully around his cock head and her hands milked him continually while swallowing as needed to capture every drop he could give her. As had become another of their customs, Mark handed her back her panties, which she used to wipe her smiling lips before handing them back to him to place in his pocket.

"Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, would you like pick up some food to take with us or have something brought to our room?" he asked while rearranging himself in his pants and closing them back up.

Dori sat up beside him and checked herself in the rearview mirror, "Let's check the room service menu before deciding. I'm not starving... for food anyway."

Mark opened his door and stood up and Dori scooted over to follow him out of the car. Mark closed the door and locked the car, then retrieved their bags from the trunk. She took her overnight bag before taking his hand and walking with him to the elevator that would take them to the hotel lobby. She deposited the used diaper in the trash can in the elevator vestibule.

Dori considered how her initial impression of Mark all those years ago was both wrong and right. He always maintained a professional demeanor and clean-cut appearance, which made her proud to be seen with him in any situation. After one night with Mark, she had realized that she didn't want a 'bad boy', she wanted a someone that allowed her to be a 'bad girl'. This reminded her of the butt plug that she still wore and brought a new smile to her face.

She stood silent by Mark's side as he registered them as husband and wife, even requesting a second room key for her. She placed the brass key into her purse and heard it fall against the keys to her house.

Their room was at the end of the hall on the tenth floor. Mark opened the door for her to enter before him and then placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside door handle before closing the door and locking it. By the time he turned around, Dori's red dress was pooled at her feet. Even after having a child and aging ten years, she still took his breath away, and she knew it.

"Front and center, soldier," she giggled to him.

This was another routine for them, where he would march over to her and stand at mock attention while she slowly removed all of his clothes. Dori liked to find new ways of teasing him during the disrobing process, using her hands, mouth, and even the occasional toy such as an ostrich feather against the back of his thighs. Even after her achievements of just a few minutes ago, his erection was returning before Dori had finished removing his tie.

The room phone rang just as Dori was untying his shoes. Mark stepped out of his shoes and kicked the pants and underwear away that were bunched around his ankles. He walked between the two queen size beds to the table and picked up the receiver.

"Hello," he said, and then listened for a second before handing the phone to Dori. "It's Sherry. She wants to speak with you."

Dori rolled her eyes, but sat on the edge of one of the beds and took the handset from Mark. She put her hand over the mouthpiece and said, "This won't take long. Why don't you get the other bed ready for us?"

She watched Mark heading obediently to the bathroom before speaking to the caller, "Hello Sherry. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Sherry and Mark had been acquaintances before Dori had met him. It was difficult for them not to be since her father owned the office equipment business where Mark worked. It wasn't until Valentine's Day the year after they had met that Sherry had learned about Mark and Dori being lovers. Sherry had bought candy for Mark and made dinner reservations for the two of them only to be told by Mark that he would never spend a Valentine's Day evening with anyone other than Dori.

Sherry had accepted the news, if a bit grudgingly and generally respected Mark and Dori's time together. She had even babysat for Kerri a few times so that the two lovers could be alone together. This interruption was not something that Sherry had done before.

"Dori, first I wanted to check and make sure that you both arrived okay and that the room reservations met with your expectations."

Dori looked around the room and thought that she might understand why Sherry would have had any doubts. She knew that Mark would have wanted a room with two queen beds reserved, but his registering them as husband and wife might have resulted in the hotel moving them to a room with a single king-sized bed.

"The room is fine, Sherry. What else? This isn't about your offer again, is it?"

"I've been with other women before, Dori. You wouldn't have to do anything to me. We could just enjoy Mark together."

Dori knew that Sherry was probably not accustomed to being rejected by either sex. She had farmer's daughter sex appeal, with long blonde hair and a body that made any clothing look like it was on her body for the sole purpose of being ripped off to see what was beneath.

"You still have the same two challenges, Sherry. I will never share my lover with anyone else and Mark will never share his lover. You know this. The best you could hope for is Mark agreeing to let you watch him and I together."

"You would be okay with me watching you with Mark?" Sherry asked.

"I am okay with anything that my lover wants me to do. Now, Sherry, please respect my time with Mark this weekend as much as I respect the time when he is with you. You'll have him back first thing Monday morning."

"Okay, Dori but there's one last thing. I made arrangements with the hotel to have champagne and strawberries sent to your room. You just need to notify room service when you want them delivered."

"Thank you Sherry. We appreciate your gesture. Good night."

Mark was spreading two bath towels across the other bed when Dori hung up the phone, "She is persistent," he said.

"Are you sure that you can't think of anyone who Sherry would accept as a lover? If she had her own release then maybe she would be less of a pest where you and I are concerned."

"I know for a fact that Sherry is getting plenty of action without my help," Mark said. She tells me all about her exploits; partly to boast about what she will do sexually, and partly to try to entice me into letting her join us."

Dori stood and pointed to the bed, "enough about Sherry. I need you on your back."

Mark knew from the look in her eyes and the butt plug in her ass exactly what she needed. He positioned himself so that the towels were lying under him from waist to mid-thigh, and then propped a couple of pillows behind his head. Dori climbed up and straddled his waist.

"So, you're going to let that little pencil dick fuck your ass?" he taunted her.

"I can barely feel him anymore, that's why I need my lover's cock filling my pussy."

She took his shaft in her hand and began rubbing the head of his cock against her wetness, slowly parting her labia as their joint lubrications spread so tantalizingly.

"I wonder if you'll be able to feel him in my ass. You're so big and he is so small," she moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto the head of his cock.

Mark's cock wasn't of more than average length, but his girth was like nothing that Dori had experienced before or since meeting him. She had taken a tape measure to him that first Valentine's Day and determined that the head of his cock when fully engorged was just over five and a half inches around and his erect shaft was only slightly smaller. The first time that he had entered her after the birth of her daughter, she gave him credit for her ability to have a six-pound, five-ounce baby through natural childbirth without any tearing or assistance from forceps. He had been stretching out her 'birth canal' for years.

Mark remained motionless as he allowed Dori to accept his cock at her own pace. She had always been tight around him, even after having a baby, but the additional pressure being applied by the butt plug in her ass was new to her. He knew that she would want him to take her mind of that for a while. He pulled her lips down to his and met her tongue as she hungrily attacked his mouth. She couldn't maintain the kiss for too long as her panting breaths could not be satisfied through her nose alone.

As she rose slightly and placed her hands flat on his chest to support herself, Mark moved his right hand down to capture some of her already significant juices around the shaft of his cock. Rubbing his thumb around to cover it a thoroughly as possible, he waited until he felt her juices running in droplets to his wrist before bringing the thumb up to her lips. Her eyes were closed, but she sensed his movements.

"Suck his pencil dick," he instructed as she parted her lips to slowly lick the end of his thumb.

"Um, I taste good around his pencil dick. I want to suck it and be made air tight."

Mark let her suck his thumb into her mouth, licking her own juices from it as if it was a real cock that had recently been inside her pussy. Mark could tell by the increased emphasis that Dori was placing on trying to get his cock fully inside her that she was nearing a climax. She increased her suction on his thumb trying to milk it like a real cock.

As expected, when her orgasm began Dori's contractions pushed her off Mark's cock and copious amounts of her juices flowed all over his erect cock and balls, running onto the towel beneath him. She continued sucking on his thumb as her orgasm subsided, which allowed her to slide back down onto Mark's cock until it finally filled her completely.

Dori continued to increase her riding rhythm until the next orgasm overtook her, and the one after that, and the one after that. Mark employed a technique that he had used since their first time together to help him prolong his own climaxes. He tried to think of subjects that would partially distract him from the pleasure that her pussy always elicited within him.

He thought about his company expanding into the repair of personal computers, which were being marketed to replace typewriters and word processors, but then his thoughts drifted to the reports he had heard from his technicians about the nude pictures and even some pornographic videos being found on units that they had serviced, not to mention the rumors he had heard about the things people were doing on new social media sites such as AOL or through e-mails to each other. He tried to think of something else.

Sherry and several others had talked about the new channel available on cable television that showed nothing but music videos, but thoughts of some of those videos that were described to him instilled images of scantily clad models dancing around some rock star, so he tried once more for a calming event.

While not something that most people would consider calming, his memory of the space shuttle Challenger exploding last year impacted his libido so much that Dori took notice.

She bent down and whispered into his ear, "Don't give up on me lover, I promise to make it worth your while. Just hold on until the pencil dick comes in my ass." She then resumed sucking feverishly on his thumb.

Her words had the desired effect as they both felt him swelling inside her and her next climax building. He wanted to give her the orgasm of her fantasy, but he didn't want to come until then. He could think about his newest favorite comic strip, "Calvin and Hobbs," but laughing while Dori was riding him probably wouldn't be a good idea.

Even thinking about the recent reports of a new sexually transmitted disease that was spreading through the homosexual community proved only a temporary distraction, because he remembered that it was also impacting hookers, which brought his mind back to his current struggles not to cum inside the slut riding him right now.

Dori bit down slightly on his thumb before realizing it and released it from her mouth. Her subsequent scream of pleasure was probably heard in the hotel lobby as she was once more lifted off his cock by her orgasm and simultaneously ejected the butt plug with enough force that it hit the wall across from the foot of the bed.

She didn't wait for her orgasm to subside entirely this time before reaching down and guiding Mark's cock back into her pussy. The continuing contractions from her climax made his reentry a challenge and resulted in a heavenly pressure that launched her into wave after wave of pleasure as her orgasms wouldn't stop.

Mark became aware of his own orgasm starting in the base of his balls and tried to focus on the sensations as they began the journey that he was so familiar with when Dori caused them. He knew exactly when the time would be right, and here it came.

He rolled their two bodies over so that her back was now on the bed and withdrew his cock from her still pulsating pussy. Moving to quickly straddle her stomach, he shot his load all over her chest, neck and lower jaw as Dori screamed for him to cover her with his cum. Her hands were blindly seeking every drop as it struck her body and hungrily scooping as much of his seed as she could find into her mouth, smearing it into her flesh as her own orgasm slowly subsided.

Panting, she said, "Were you able to feel it inside me, and where is it, by the way?"

Mark sat cross-legged onto the bed beside her and looked around the room. He spotted the red butt plug at the foot of the bed and chuckled.

"Oh, I felt it," he said. "We need to find you a vibrator small enough to be used as a butt plug. Imagine how that would feel for both of us."

"It would probably feel heavenly with you inside me," she agreed, "But I wouldn't be able to wear it when walking around like I can with the butt plug, especially if it was vibrating inside me. There's also the option we discussed about you wearing the butt plug sometime. Maybe you would like a small vibrator instead?"

"Girls and their toys," Mark chuckled as he rose from the bed, picked up the butt plug and walked into the bathroom. He returned a minute later with a damp, warm washcloth that he used to clean the residual of his cum off her body. She lay smiling as he expertly bathed her B-cup sized breasts, paying careful attention to her distended nipples before moving up to her neck and face.

The only thing that Dori had consistently denied her lover was the opportunity for him to cum inside her pussy. That was something that she reserved for her husband, but it wasn't due to any worry about getting pregnant or having his massive loads inside her when she went home. It was because having him cum somewhere on her body, in her mouth or all over her face and hair was the kind of wanton, decadent and slutty act that Mark had released within her, and what she needed from her lover. Tonight however, she had a plan to let Mark fill her pussy with his next load. Her husband had hinted about wanting another baby.

"Sherry has ordered champagne and strawberries for us. Why don't you call down to room service and ask them to deliver them?"

Mark moved to the other side of the bed so that he could reach the phone, "Sounds good. Do you want anything else?"

Dori rolled onto her side so that she could lightly scratch and caress his back as she said, "Whipped cream. Ask them to bring lots of whipped cream."

February 14, 1992

Dori was just returning to her office from the law firm's conference room where the last meeting of the day had finally wrapped up. Actually, it had wrapped up twenty minutes ago, but a couple of the partners wanted to get everyone's opinions on one current event or another. As an associate at the firm hoping to one day make partner, she obediently sat and listened, contributing only the most politically correct comments from time-to-time.

The Gulf War had ended almost a year ago, so thankfully that had ceased to be a subject of interest to any of the partners. There had been plenty of other events to stoke their conversations though, from the dissolution of the Soviet Union to the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court confirmation hearings, to the Rodney King beating. This last subject was probably the number one topic of conversation at every law firm in Southern California. Not for its social significance, but for how the legal proceedings surrounding it and the police officers involved would pan out.

She closed and locked the door to her office to insure privacy while she changed her clothes. Dori was glad that Mark would be picking her up from the office rather than her needing to drive home before meeting him. Her husband had willingly driven her to the office this morning so that she could leave her car at home in Corona and would make arrangements for their thirteen-year old daughter to be entertained over the weekend. Since Dori would be with her lover all weekend, she wouldn't need a car until Monday morning.

Dori studied the pictures on her desk of her husband and daughter, sitting next to the bouquet of flowers that her husband had sent her for Valentine's Day and their fifteenth anniversary. She had heard that fathers often feared that their daughters would end up dating the boy that they had once been. Dori would be overjoyed if Kerri dated someone like her Dad, especially if she too had the same sexual needs that her mother did. Dori knew that husbands as understanding and tolerant as hers were extremely rare.

The lingerie that she had chosen for tonight could be concealed under her profession attire but wearing it all day had reminded her of what the evening and the weekend promised. With her assuming greater responsibilities at the firm in hopes of accelerating her being offered a partnership, coupled with Mark's own career advancements had left the two lovers fewer and fewer opportunities for them to get away over the past five years. While they never missed their Valentine's Day anniversary, a weeknight of rushed passion never really seemed to satisfy either of them. This weekend was their chance to do some serious catching up.

Dori removed her jacket and skirt, carefully hanging them in the closet that her private office afforded her. She always kept at least one spare suit handy, but this one was probably due for a trip to the dry cleaners next week, so having it in her office would make that errand more convenient. After she also removed her white blouse and hung it next to the suit, she turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the closet door.

Dori and her husband had attended both of their high school classes' twenty-year reunions last fall. She didn't understand all the genetic influences, dietary routines or exercise programs that allowed some women to maintain their figures and youthful looks while others appeared years older than their age, but she accepted her good fortune with a little humility, and a great deal of glee. Besides wearing the same size clothes as she had in high school, Dori's smooth, unwrinkled complexion made her look ten to fifteen years younger than almost every other woman in her graduating class.

She had chosen the white strapless bra, garter belt and stockings because she thought that the purity that the color represented was in direct contrast to the acts that she expected to perform with Mark this weekend. Her panties were also white, but she would be removing those long before her lover got an opportunity to see the rest of her under garments, unless the plans that Mark had made for them altered her own plans.

Mark hadn't divulged much about where they were going this weekend, but she trusted him to provide her with a stimulating and uninhibited environment. Then again, as their history had proven, the two lovers being together was all that Dori needed to be stimulated and uninhibited.

Dori slipped on the dark gray dinner dress that she had bought for the occasion. She liked how the spaghetti straps left her shoulders almost entirely exposed. The hemline barely covered the tops of her stockings when she was standing, so it would definitely leave them exposed when she was seated. Good. The burgundy open-toed shoes only had two-inch heels, but she thought that that was adequate for the effect she was seeking.

She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror before retrieving the matching jacket for the dress and closing the closet. Her intercom buzzed, and the receptionist informed her that Mark was waiting for her in the lobby. Grabbing her overnight bag and purse, Dori headed for the elevators with her growing arousal already dampening her panties.

On the way down, she contemplated whether or not she should remove her wedding and engagement rings. She knew that Mark would be wearing his and thought how people would perceive a married man with a woman who appeared to be single. Maybe they would think that she was a high-priced call girl or escort that Mark had hired for the evening. She warmed at the thought and that made the decision for her. The rings were secured in her purse by the time the doors to the elevator opened in the lobby.

While Dori wanted to give Mark a kiss that would curl his toes, she restrained herself due to them being in the lobby of her law firm. Instead, she kissed his cheek, took his hand and let him lead her to his parked car. When he opened the front passenger seat for her instead of the back, she was confused.

"We're starting our evening only a few blocks from here," Mark explained. "You won't regret waiting. I promise you."

"I'm sure that I won't," she said as she slipped into the car and fastened her seatbelt.

Mark drove them from the civic center area of Long Beach up to Anaheim Street and made a right turn. Soon after passing Long Beach Boulevard, he pulled into a strip mall and parked in front of a closed realty office. While waiting for Mark to come around to open her door, Dori examined the other businesses that she could see. There was a beauty shop that was also closed and some other business at the end that she couldn't quite make out. She assumed that this was their destination since all the other cars in the lot seemed to be parked closer to it.

"Take off your bra and underwear," Mark instructed.

Dori glanced at her lover and saw those same eyes of temptation that had seduced her in her apartment all those years ago. Without speaking, she complied with his directions once more, struggling to unfasten the strapless bra while keeping the dress straps on her shoulders. He made no motion to take the garments from her offered hand.

"Place them in the glove box," he told her.

Once he was satisfied with her placement of her underwear and bra, Mark got out of the car and came around to open her door. Dori took Mark's hand and stood beside the car while he locked the doors, then they walked together to the lit entrance of the one business still opened.

Dori knew as soon as she saw the door that this was an adult theater. She squeezed Mark's hand and eagerly accompanied him to the ticket booth. While Mark was paying for their tickets, she examined the marquee and saw that tonight's showing was a full-length sexual parody of the Godfather series. This was preceded by some sort of "Amateur Night," which was advertised as a compilation of videos submitted by husbands and wives. The submissions were anonymous to the audience, but the producer would be providing a cash award to the video clip that received the best rating from the audience. Dori felt her pussy starting to slicken with increased arousal.

"You may want to get a diaper out," Mark teased as he led them into the theater and found them seats near the middle of the large room.

The screen was blank, and the room lights were subdued, but still illuminated to allow arriving patrons to see well enough to select their seats. Dori noticed that the back row of seats was already almost completely filled by men. There were about a dozen other couples such as her and Mark, but they tended to be seated along one of the aisles. Mark directed her to the center of a row with about ten empty seats on either side of them.

Dori chose the seat to the right of the one that Mark sat down in. This was her first time in an adult theater, and she was surprised at how clean it actually was. She had expected to be walking through dried cum, discarded condoms and sitting on filthy seats. Except for the content of the films being shown here, this could pass for any other theater in the area.

The content of the films they were about to watch reminded her, so she pulled a diaper out of her purse and opened it up. Mark whispered in her ear as he watched her getting prepared.

"You will need to place it between the back of your dress and your bare ass in order for you not to leave a wet spot that people will see when you walk out of here."

"I could just pull my dress up around my waist..." she began before Mark interrupted her.

"Not a good idea," he explained. "There is likely to be a number of undercover vice officers in here looking for people exposing themselves or performing sex acts with one another. I know that you will be tempted to touch yourself or me during the shows but having one of their associates arrested for public indecency might not sit well with the partners at your firm."

"Oh, you can be a bastard sometimes," she giggled. "Too bad, too. I had some very naughty ideas developing where you are concerned. Do you think my husband would bail me out of jail if I couldn't resist pleasuring my lover in a public place?"

"Well, hopefully we won't have to put your husband's devotion to you to that test. I plan on us leaving before the main feature so you can put some of your naughty ideas into practice where no police will interfere."

The lights dimmed as the screen was illuminated by the projector behind them. The "America's Amateur Adventures" introductory credits began immediately and lasted for less than a minute before the first segment of scenes brought Dori's attention to the screen.

The captioned scenes showed a woman and two men sitting together on a bed as the men fondled her through her clothing. The décor of the room hinted strongly that they were is a low-cost motel room. The only lighting was provided by table lamps on either side of the bed, so the image was definitely low quality. The date and time from the video camera used to film the scene indicated that the footage was shot in June of last year. The audio quality was even worse than the video, with the woman's husband alternating between narrating what was happening and encouraging the men to fuck his wife while he filmed them.

While the segment was playing on the screen, ushers started handing out pieces of paper to the audience members. Dori took one and passed one to Mark before looking to see what they were. Apparently, each audience member was being asked to rate the segments as they viewed them so that the producer could determine which was the favorite. Dori found the title for the segment currently playing and waited for it to end before providing her opinion.

They watched three additional segments that were all pretty 'vanilla' as far as Dori was concerned. The first segment had contained the only scenes where there were more than a single man and a single woman having sex. One of the segments didn't even have any oral sex scenes in it, just a woman blandly riding on top of her partner's cock until he shot his load inside of her. Dori didn't think that the woman in that segment had even had an orgasm. None of the segments had aroused Dori in the slighte3st, and she was beginning to wonder if she had waisted the diaper sandwiched between her ass and her dress.

When she saw an image of her own bedroom come onto the screen, she gasped. She recognized everything about the room and vaguely remembered the night around her last birthday when Mark had suggested that they make their own porno movie.

When he explained to her that his time running service calls while in college included quite a bit of time spent waiting around movie studios for a scene to be finished before he could service the equipment, and that more than a few of those calls had been at adult movie sets, she had accepted the possibility that he might have picked up a few tips.

When he had setup lighting and microphones strategically in the bedroom so that the equipment would not be visible during the shoot, she asked him if he had ever done more than simply watch the productions. He had admitted that when he got bored with waiting, he would sometimes help out the crews, but swore that he had never performed in any of them. On the screen, her bedroom resembled a professional movie set, especially when compared to the previous segments that they had watched.

Dori watched as she saw herself walk into the scene on the screen. All that could be seen was her naked backside as she approached the side table next to the bed and turned over a framed photo of a bride and groom. It was the wedding photo of her and her husband that she kept in the bedroom, and while it was obvious to the audience what the picture was of, the camera was too far away for them to recognize anyone in it.

The scene shifted to her naked body from the shoulders down laying on the bed as she coaxed her off-screen lover to join her. The back of Mark's head and shoulders slowly moved up the bed until his hidden face was buried between her thighs. If it wasn't obvious from the movement of his head or the moans of pleasure that the several microphones captured clearly over the next few minutes, the eruption of ejaculate from her squirting orgasm would have explained the action taking place on the bed.

Her screams of ecstasy from Mark eating her pussy had barely subsided when the scene changed to her being on her elbows and knees as Mark fucked her doggy style. Once again, Mark had positioned the camera and edited the final film to hide any portion of their faces, but this did nothing to hide the view of his large cock brutally pounding into her pussy from behind as he held her head back with her ponytail while slapping her ass and making her scream with pleasure at the top of her lungs.

Dori remembered the event being depicted on the screen and had masturbated to it several times while in the shower. To be honest, she had forgotten that Mark had filmed them because the events taking place had been so sexy and erotic for her at the time. She knew now that the diaper was serving its purpose because she was going to achieve an orgasm without even touching herself. That had never happened before, but she had never watched herself getting so royally fucked by her lover before either.

The scene morphed into one of Mark straddling her stomach and directing his cum onto a target that had been drawn onto Dori's chest as she screamed for him to 'hit the bullseye'. While Dori knew that many of Mark's orgasms could last well over a minute, he had apparently looped this portion of the events to repeat several times since it lasted for almost two whole minutes before ending.

The audio at the beginning of the next segment was drowned out by the audience applause for the segment that Mark had produced and that everyone had just viewed. Dori was flush from her own orgasm and needed several minutes to recover before excusing herself to visit the restroom. When she exited the restroom, Mark met her in the lobby with her purse.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked her.

"That depends," she said, "Are you ready to cum?"

"Close. Come on."

Dori allowed Mark to lead her back to his car. Once again, he placed her in the front passenger seat, which he knew irritated her because she stuck her tongue out at him when he closed her door. After he started the car, she asked, "When will the winner of the contest be announced?"

"Not until June. The producer is compiling the audience ratings from a nationwide distribution of the film. Why?"

"I may be biased, but I think our segment will win. Unless they feel that your skills in making it were too professional for amateur status."

Mark chuckled, "I already looked into that. The amateur status is applied based upon the people in the video never having been paid to act or perform in an adult film. So, unless you have a sideline gig that you have kept secret from me, we will be fine."

"Well, if the whole lawyer thing doesn't work out for me, maybe I will move from the amateur to the professional side," Dori said as she stroked his right thigh. "As long as you are always my leading man."

"The producer is going to be doing a sequel and has asked if I might have more footage that he could include. Would you be interested in doing another film?"

"As long as you are just as careful in hiding our identities, I would love to capture more of our time together on film. I want copies of everything though. I can't believe that you hadn't shown that to me before tonight."

"And where would you have watched it?" Mark asked. "In the living room with Kerri and your husband?"

Dori considered this and said, "I suppose the time is right for a VCR to be hooked up to the television in the bedroom. The prices on them have dropped so much. Would you help me hook it up?"

"I'll think about it. There are other things that I would rather do with you in a bedroom beside watching a TV."

Dori was surprised when he pulled into the driveway of a house that she recognized immediately. "Sherry's not here, is she"

"No, she moved out after the settlement was final. The movers will be here for her stuff on Monday, so I'll have to be here to let them in."

He retrieved their bags and handed them both to her. He then retrieved his video equipment from the trunk, closed it and started for the house.

"Aren't you going to miss her?" Dori asked as she walked with Mark to the front door.

"Oh, there are a lot of things about her that I am going to miss, but there are a lot more that I'm not going to. What about you? How do you feel about her being out of our lives?"

Dori walked into the living room of the house and looked around. Nothing much had changed since the last time that she had come here with Mark. She reviewed the family pictures that hung on the wall.

"Kerry is going to miss her," Dori said. Photos of her daughter growing up through the years held places of prominence around the living room of another woman.

"Sherry always wanted kids," Mark said as he removed Dori's jacket. "The settlement almost fell through when she considered how her and Kerri would not be able to remain in touch with each other. Thanks for letting Kerri get an account on AOL so that Kerri and her could e-mail and chat."

"It was your showing me how to setup the parental controls that convinced me. I am just so frightened about Kerri being accessible to the perverts of the world."

"Hey," Mark chided as he unzipped her dress, "Where would you and I be if I hadn't been a pervert in your apartment that day?"

She stepped out of her dress and turned to face him, "Wrong Mr. Preston. It was I who became a pervert that day, and I have never thanked you enough for making that happen."

"Oh? What do you think you need to do to thank me enough?"

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she unfastened his belt, undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear.

"I need to find a way of getting all of your delicious cock finally into my mouth. I won't be satisfied until if feel your pubic hair on my upper lip."

"Before you begin practicing for your objective, I want to bring something to your attention," he said.

Dori licked a drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock and asked, "Bring what to my attention?"

"How nasty, naughty, wanton and depraved do you want to be tonight?"

"I am yours for the asking, lover," she answered. "I will be or do whatever you want."

"Your lover wants to shoot his load all over your wedding and engagement rings, and then watch you licking it off to make them presentable again."

"You've had the opportunity to do that for years," she said as he reached over to her purse on the coffee table. "Why the interest tonight?"

"You know why. Tonight is the first time since your wedding that I have seen you without your rings on. You tell me why?"

Dori had not given much about what possible significance that her rings might hold to Mark as her lover. She had only considered how not wearing them while being seen with him wearing his seemed slutty to her. Now his desire to 'soil' the symbols of her marriage to her husband struck her as far more perverse.

"I was curious if you would notice," she lied as she slipped the rings back onto her hand. "I do like your idea though. Can it be part of our next video? That is a film I would certainly like to keep."

"Well, the point of coming here is for the use of the hot tub. Let me get the video equipment setup on the patio while you think about our script for the night."

"You're still overdressed," she objected, "Plus, the script I am thinking of begins with you having a soft cock." She stroked his erection and said, "Let me help you get into character."

February 14, 1997

"How did the visit to UNLV go?" Mark asked while opening his suitcase on the bed.

"Kerri only agreed to the visit as a courtesy because the school had offered her the volleyball scholarship and it was scheduled the same weekend as Sherry's bachelorette party here in Vegas. She wouldn't ever really consider attending there."

"Is Kerri set for the night?" Mark asked.

"Sherry has planned everything to the letter for them," Dori said. "I think that Sherry is more excited about Kerri's first trip to Vegas as a legal adult than Kerri is. The thousand dollars you gave them to gamble with probably won't last long, though."

"Well, if they spend as much time at the bachelorette party as Sherry did at her first two, that won't leave them much time for gambling," Mark said. "Do you think the third time will be a charm for Sherry?"

"I doubt it," said Dori while unpacking Mark's toiletries on to the counter in the bathroom of their hotel suite. Her and Kerri had driven up from Southern California that morning, but Mark's flight from Philadelphia hadn't arrived until an hour ago, so she was helping him get settled.

"Me too," agreed Mark. "I don't think Sherry knows what she wants from one day to the next."

"Oh, I know what she wants and if you thought about it, you would know too," Dori told him. "She wants what I have. She wants a husband who will treat her like a queen on a daily basis; one who will love her without reservation and support everything she does, and mostly one who will understand and tolerate her being as uninhibited and sexy as she wants to be with her lover. And, she wants a lover as encouraging and exciting as you are."

"She has always been envious of your life style," Mark agreed. "But you're forgetting something else that she wants -- you."

Dori laughed, "Oh she gave up on that years ago. I finally convinced her that I was not in the least bit curious about finding out what being with another woman would be like, so she's moved on. Plus, now that she has sampled my daughter, she isn't interested in me at all."

"Sherry seduced Kerri?" Mark asked in shock. "When did this happen?"

"On Kerri's eighteenth birthday, and from what they have both told me, it wasn't so much Sherry seducing Kerri as the other way around. Kerri was curious, so having Sherry as her first female lover made sense to both of them. I have to agree with their decision."

Mark knew that Kerri wasn't a virgin because Dori had told him as soon as she had learned of it, but Dori had never been interested in women, so he was surprised that Kerri had been.

"Sherry did tell me that she met Glen when she seduced his sister."

Mark nodded and said, "He seems to be accepting of her having female lovers, so maybe he'll be the man for her after all."

"I think that my husband is one-of-a-kind," Dori said. "I just hope he knows how much I love him, and not just because of him letting me spend time with my lover all these years."

"I seem to remember that he wanted you to spend a romantic weekend with him this Valentine's Day. After all, it is your twentieth wedding anniversary today."

Dori came over to Mark, stood in front of him and untied the robe that she had been wearing, "He felt that we hadn't spent enough time together over the last year as husband and wife, with his travels for work and my added responsibilities as a partner. When I reminded him that he and I had made love at least twice a week throughout the year, but I had only been with my lover twice, his objections disappeared."

She knew that she didn't deserve the tolerance of her husband, especially each year on their anniversary, but she was so thankful for it. Her marriage had been like the proverbial fairy tale, with the good prince rescuing the princess and providing her a life of romance, love, trust, security, and intimacy that almost every woman only dreamed of. For Dori, it had come true and she loved and cherished her husband for the good, kind and wonderful spouse and father that he had always been.

She denied her husband nothing. In fact, she let him do things with her that she denied her lover, such as depositing his load inside her pussy. It was just that the loving, secure environment which afforded them the intimacy that they shared as husband and wife was too pure and respectable for her to feel the excitement and passion that the time with her lover provided for her.

"Your husband is a wise man to concede that point to you," Mark said as he pulled her naked body against him. "Your lover has felt neglected lately."

"Well then, let's do something to remedy that situation," Dori said as she unfastened his pants.

"Has my little slut been practicing?"

"As much as she could without her lover available," Dori said before she slid the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm," Mark moaned. "That feels heavenly."

There was a loud pop as the head of Mark's cock was released by Dori's lips. She looked up at him with those sexy eyes that had ensnared him years earlier.

"I may need your help, lover. You need to fuck my mouth with your cock. Force me to take all of it. Make me gag on it over and over. I'll let you know if it's too much. Can you do that for me?"

In silent response, he waited for her to position her lips over the head of his cock again, and them placed his right hand on the back of her head, just below her pony tail. Once her lips had fully encircled him, he roughly pulled her face towards him, thrusting at least half of his cock into her mouth for the first time. She gurgled with a full mouth but didn't gag.

Their issue wasn't that his cock was too long for her to accept, it was that her jaw muscles had difficulty opening her mouth wide enough to handle his girth. She had purchased a device used by oral surgeons to hold patient's mouths open wide and had been secretly using it to try and stretch her jaw muscles over the past few months in preparation for this weekend. She had shared the fact that she was practicing with Mark, but not told him how. Tonight, they would both see if she was going to finally be able to give him the pleasure that she had been unable to before now.

Mark began moving his hips, slowly feeding more and more of his cock into Dori's mouth. Her eyes were closed in concentration, focused on trying to get her jaw muscles to continue relaxing. It felt like there was no longer any room in her mouth for her tongue as more and more of Mark's huge cock filled it up. She tried moving her tongue along the underside of his shaft and realized that the best she could do was make it pulse slightly against him.

Mark kept his attention on her face, looking for any signs of distress or discomfort, but he saw nothing but concentration and determination. On his next thrust, he saw that there was less than an inch of his shaft remaining on the outside of Dori's lips. He pulled back to the point of only his head being inside her mouth before stopping.

"You're getting very close to having my cock completely inside your mouth," he told her. "Are you okay with continuing?"

Dori's response was to place both of her hands on his ass and pull with all her might. Mark responded by pulling her head more forcefully than before and then watched as Dori's nose came to rest on his lower abdomen. He held her head with his cock fully in her mouth for several seconds before beginning a rhythmic motion with his hips that pulled his cock out and then thrust it back into her mouth, fucking it just as she had requested he do.

Dori removed one hand from Mark's ass and started caressing and fondling his balls while her other hand moved into the crack of his ass and then down to stimulate his sphincter. Mark had never had any woman take his fully erect cock completely into her mouth, and that success alone was bringing him close to an orgasm. Dori's hands were hitting all the right spots to keep the imminent climax building within him.

"I'm getting ready to cum, so you better decide if you're going to be able to handle it with your mouth so full," he warned her.

He wanted for his cock to be buried completely in her mouth when he came, but he also didn't want her choking to death on the load of cum he knew that he would be producing. He had come in Dori's mouth hundreds of times, but those had all been with just the head of his cock past her lips, not the whole thing.

As he started to come, Mark shoved his cock as far into her mouth as it would go and released the back of Dori's head to allow her to pull back if she wanted. She remained with her nose buried in his pubic hair, trying frantically to swallow the enormous load of cum with her mouth so full of cock. Mark watched in amazement as his cum started running out the sides of her mouth and from her nostrils, yet she would not relinquish the hold that her mouth had on his cock. It wasn't until she knew that he had finished that she slowly pulled her mouth off his cock.

Dori remained silently kneeling on the floor for several minutes with her eyes closed, slowly rotating her jaw as if trying to relieve a cramped muscle. Cum running out of her mouth and nose dripped down onto her chest, but she paid it no mind.

"My God, you are amazing," Mark told her.

Dori opened her eyes and gazed up at her lover, "I can't believe that I was finally able to do that after all these years. Thank you for being so patient with me, lover. Did you enjoy it?"

"God yes! More than I could ever express. You, my little slut have outdone yourself today."

Dori raised a hand for Mark to help her off the floor. She laid her head against his chest and just stood there, letting him support her on weak legs. Mark picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where he sat her on the toilet and turned the hot water on in the sink. Once it was warm enough, he matched it with cold water and dampened a wash cloth.

Dori had used toilet paper to try blowing residual cum out of her nose, but with little success. She scooped up the drops that had remained on her chest and along the sides of her mouth and licked them off her fingers.

Mark handed her the wash cloth and then finished undressing while waiting for her to finish cleaning herself off.

"You know what's next, don't you?" she asked.

Mark took her hand and helped her stand. He then led her back into the bedroom and laid her on the bed before joining her.

"I have a pretty good idea," he said in response to her question. "However, that may take a lot more practice before you're ready to try it for real."

Dori stroked his face and smiled. She rolled to her side and opened the side table drawer and pulled out several items, including a brand-new bottle of personal lubricant.

"I know it will take practice, but that's something that we can do together. Why don't you start by lubing up your finger and stretching my ass out some while you eat my pussy? Maybe by the end of the weekend we'll have moved up a few sizes."

She held up an assortment of dildos and vibrators in a wide variety of sizes, from not much bigger than her finger, to one almost as big around as Mark's cock.

"I hope you have recognized that I am persistent, lover. I promised you my anal virginity on our first day, and I mean to keep that promise.

Mark laid down beside her and started lightly kissing her neck, "I remember every promise that each of us has made to each other," he told her as his head continued its journey down her body.

"Do any of them stand out as special in your mind?" she asked as she wove her fingers through his hair, encouraging and guiding his mouth.

"There are several. Like you promising to let me fuck you the night before your wedding. I remember that one because it is the only promise between us I can think of that you ever broke."

Dori remembered it as well. She had wanted Mark to fuck her silly the night before her wedding, but then she thought that her fiancé deserved to have her pussy as clean and tight as possible on their first night as husband and wife. She had asked Mark to devour her pussy and ass with his tongue, which he had done masterfully for hours, bringing her to uncountable orgasms. She had licked and sucked as much of his cock as she could manage at the time while he had pulled her hair and smacked her ass so often that the groom spent the first hour of their honeymoon night together rubbing baby lotion onto her still red ass cheeks.

She blushed at the thought of how many times her sessions with her lover had left her pussy so used and sore that she had trouble walking the next day. Or, how her punished ass cheeks often glowed for days after Mark had brought her so much pleasure from that pain. There had been a few embarrassing experiences when these, and other physical signs of the passion between her and her lover became visible to others at inopportune times.

Dori was sure that the nurses and staff at the hospital where Kerri was born were still talking about the woman whose ass on the delivery table had very clear pink imprints of a man's hand on it. Then there was the most embarrassing time when she had to address a jury during a divorce case after spending most of the preceding weekend on her knees, either being fuck into oblivion by Mark or playing his 'Rusty Trombone' for hours. She knew that her knees where scabbed, and had worn a pant suit to hide them. However, when she had torn one of the pant legs on a partially opened file cabinet drawer, she had been forced to change into the only spare suit she had in the office, which consisted of a skirt and jacket.

She had stood in front of the jury, arguing that the couple's prenuptial agreement should be invalidated by the husband's infidelity. As Dori was showing the jury photos and videos of the husband with his mistress having sex, she noticed several of the jurors glancing between the abrasions that were evident on the knees of the mistress and those on her own knees, visible through her sheer nylons.

She returned her thoughts back to Mark in the present, "I know that I have had to break a few promises over the years, but that's true of you too. We both have lives that require us to make certain accommodation in order to continue what we have. I think as a whole, we have done pretty damn good."

"You're right, we have," agreed Mark. "I know that as a wife and mother, you have had to make far more than me, and I appreciate all the efforts that you have put into finding time for me."

"For us," Dori said. "We both have successful careers that have also presented us with challenges. Look at the increased travel that you have to do now as a vice president."

Mark groaned and said, "And that isn't likely to taper off soon. I found out this morning that the unnamed foreign company has made the expected offer to acquire us. If that happens, I'll be required to escort multiple Japanese analysts and consultants around the country for months as they tour the scope of our company's business operations."

Dori considered this and said, "That may not be so bad now that Kerri will be going away to college in a few months. If my husband doesn't mind, I could probably travel with you on some of your trips. My associates have been handling most of the client facing work, so I could be a lot more mobile in supervising our cases."

"That idea makes me feel a lot better about the prospect of increased travel," Mark said as his lips continued traveling down her stomach.

As his chin reached the top of Dori's pubic hair, she giggled. It wasn't his touch that caused her to do so, but the memory of how her husband had warned her against shaving her pussy bald in preparation for a weekend with her lover almost a dozen years ago. Ignoring the warning, she had cleared away all traces of pubic hair from her body. The heightened sensitivity that this gave her was amazing to her, but she had been disappointed when her lover had seen it and refused to fuck her. He had repeated the same words that she had heard from her husband, saying that he had no interest if having sex with a pre-pubescent girl, which is what her shaved pussy made him think of. She had grown her pubic hair back as quickly as possible, and now only trimmed it for bikinis and other non-sexual requirements.

Dori had lost focus for a minute, so she wasn't sure how long Mark's progress had been paused at her pubic hair. Finally realizing him waiting there, she knew what he was expecting. She brought both of her hands down and spread her lips open for him. Her participation and cooperation in her lover's actions had been what Mark had encouraged from her that first day. What good slut wouldn't want to help out her lover?

With her labia parted before him, Mark used his lips and tongue to savor the glistening wetness that awaited him. He expertly moved his tongue up and down the length of Dori's pussy, coating it and her rosebud with the lubricating nectar of her passion. With Dori's fingers holding her exposed to the assault by his mouth, his hands were free to wander over her breasts.

Her nipples were no longer as sensitive to his touch as they had been before breastfeeding Kerri, but years of experience as her lover had taught him what actions elicited the greatest pleasure responses from her. He knew for example, that coating his fingers in her juices and then rubbing this into and around her nipples was an action that Dori adored. Once her nipples were both fully erect, Mark moved one hand down to the lower part of Dori's love canal, placing slight pressure onto her perineum while continuing to spread her juices downward.

As his tongue continued to caress her labia and clitoris, Mark teased the opening of her pussy with his thumb at the same time that he began to tease her rosebud with his little finger. For her part, Dori was being assaulted with different bodily urges at the same time. She wanted to raise her hips to increase the pressure on her clit from Mark's tongue at the same time that she wanted to push her pussy against his thumb to get it inside her, while at the same time wanting to experience more of the finger poised to invade her ass.

"Oh fuck, lover, you sure know how to push my buttons." Her voice was raspy with passion and lust, and louder than socially acceptable. Mark hoped that the adjacent rooms were unoccupied but knew that Dori wouldn't have cared.

Mark knew Dori's body better than his own. This is what allowed him to understand how best to tease and satisfy her at the same time. He also knew that once she had her first orgasm, she would be even more sensitive to his actions, resulting in more and more orgasms for both of them. He moved his mouth down until his tongue was exploring her pussy opening while he continued to probe her ass with his little finger and used his other hand to stimulate her clit. When he knew the time was right, he removed his little finger from Dori's rosebud and replaced it with the tip of his tongue. The second that Dori felt his tongue on her asshole, she exploded.

"Crap," thought Mark as his entire head and face were showered with her squirting juices, "We forgot a towel."

February 14, 2003

Mark used his own key to open the front door.

"I'm in the kitchen, Lover," came Dori's voice. "Come on in and join me."

Mark had expected her to be waiting for him in the master bedroom, which had been their custom whenever they had met at the house rather than at a neutral location. He walked through the dining room and upon entering the family room, the open design of the kitchen made Dori visible to him almost immediately, and him visible to her.

Dori came around the island to greet her lover, wearing only an apron and a pair of black panties. She still looked twenty years younger than her age, thanks in part to the hair coloring that she had begun having applied on a regular basis, but her body was still all natural, all sexy, and all ready to please her lover. She directed Mark to a stool at the island counter and handed him a drink. Taking the seat next to him, she raised her own glass in a toast.

"Congratulations to you for being promoted to senior vice president, and congratulations to me for becoming the senior partner at our firm."

Mark smiled broadly at her announcement and clinked his glass against hers before taking a sip of what he knew would be Johnnie Walker Black scotch and seltzer water on the rocks.

"So old Jones finally retired," he said. "Congratulations. Are you still considering the changes you mentioned wanting to make?"

"Dori smiled in return, and said, "I'll take it slow, but I think they're all worth pursuing at some point. How well did the Board take your refusal to relocate for your new position?"

"When I explained to the all-male Board that I had the world's greatest piece of ass out here and leaving her would be comparable to Sampson losing his hair where I was concerned, they all agreed that it was best for me to stay put."

Dori giggled, "No you didn't, but I'm flattered. The world's greatest, huh?"

"Possibly the universe's greatest," Mark assured her. "Future space travel will tell us that."

Dori brought her bare right foot up to stroke Mark's cock through his pants, "I think that I'm going to keep my lover and his wonderful body parts right here on Earth. Those alien sluts will have to fight me on my own turf it they want any part of him."

Mark laughed, "So, are we alone here for the night?"

Dori nodded and said, "For the whole weekend. In fact, I may just turn out the porch light and hide all the cars in the garage to keep any neighbors from feeling too sociable."

Mark unknotted and removed his tie, "I could support that plan."

He set the tie on the counter and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. Pointing to the apron that Dori was wearing he added, "Are you cooking something?"

Dori laughed and pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor. Mark looked to where she was pointing and saw a pile of discarded clothes. "Hot flashes?" he asked.

"Some of the worst I had," she confirmed. "Menopause is turning out to be as big of a pain in the ass as everyone told me it could be."

"Worse than those you had when we were at Angel Stadium for the seventh game of the World Series last October? You almost froze everyone else out of the suite by cranking the air conditioner down so far."

"Far worse," Dori confirmed. "I feel heat radiating from inside my body, almost like I have a fever, at the same time my skin feels like I am in an oven. You men should have to go through this along with us women. Then we'd see how you like it."

"Sexy, and cranky. Now you are making me hot," he teased.

In response, Dori poured the rest of her water and ice over his head.

His laughter was contagious for her and she was soon using her lips and tongue to capture the drops of water dripping from his hair down onto his face while she simultaneously unbuttoned his shirt.

"You know," she said, "I can't remember ever having a hot flash during sex."

Mark chuckled, "Do you have a hypothesis that you wish to present to the class, Doctor Dori?"

She giggled and said "Maybe I do. Will you be my lab partner to help prove my hypothesis?"

"You know me," he said. "Anything for the advancement of medical science."

"Good," she said as she slipped his pants and underwear off together. "So, my hypothesis is that sexual arousal prevents hot flashes in women during menopause. I have to warn you though that I will need significant research data if I have any hopes of getting my finding published in a reputable medical journal."

Mark stood and picked Dori up. He carried her to the breakfast table and sat her on the edge. Dori laid back on the table as Mark took a seat between her legs and pulled her panties down her legs.

Dori rose momentarily and said, "Let he take the apron off first. The knot is pushing into my back."

Mark waited as she untied the apron knot and pulled it over her head. She folded it and placed it beneath where her head would lie on the table.

"Let the research begin," she giggled.

Her lover complied by teasing and licking her for more than two hours, pausing only to retrieve towels to wipe up the juices from her multiple orgasms. Dori finally wanted to change their roles, so she asked Mark to trade places with her. Once he was laying on the table, she took one of his feet at a time and placed them on the table beside his bent legs. The only thing missing, she thought were stirrups to hold his feet in place.

Dori began by spitting several times onto the head of Mark's cock to build up enough lubrication to stroke him without any discomfort. The spit, along with his pre-cum allowed her to easily slide her hands down the entire length of his hardening shaft, but she used her tongue to add more lubrication when needed. The harder he became, the more of his own lubricating juices leaked out of the head of his cock and Dori would eagerly capture this and spread it along his erection so that her tongue and mouth could focus their attention on his balls.

Mark was making his appreciation of Dori's actions obvious through both his physical reaction as well as his verbal encouragement, "That's it slut, stroke my cock and suck my balls. Keep them nice and wet. Oh yeah, just like that. Lick my asshole slut. Stick your tongue as deep inside my ass as you can."

Following his instructions, Dori licked and nibbled around his sphincter for several minutes before placing both hands on either side of his ass and spreading him as far apart as she could so that her probing tongue would penetrate his asshole farther than she had ever gone. Mark moaned loudly, and Dori felt his cock throbbing above her.

"Stroke your cock, lover," she urged between plunges of her tongue into his asshole. She rose to deposit more of her saliva onto the head of his cock. "Show your slut how to stroke your cock."

Mark stroked his erect cock with one hand while using the other to guide Dori's face back down so that she could continue licking his ass. He didn't feel like an orgasm was imminent, but he enjoyed Dori's sluttish enthusiasm when they were together, so he was more than happy to lie back and enjoy the attention that she was paying to his genitals and ass.

Dori loved the fact that she could do things with her lover that no respectable mother and wife would be caught dead doing. She had a pure, professional image in every aspect of her life except when she was with her lover. This was the only opportunity in her life that she had where she could let loose and release her inner 'bad girl' out to strut her stuff. Mark saw that in her from the beginning and encouraged it. There wasn't any depraved sexual act that she couldn't do with her lover. That thought reminded her of something...

She stopped licking his ass and said, "Let's go to the bedroom. It will be more comfortable for what I want to do."

Mark stopped stroking his cock and asked, "What's that?"

Dori stood and held her hand out to help Mark rise to a sitting position on the table, "I want to be stretched out. I want you to fill my pussy with your huge cock while you use some of my toys to stretch out my ass. Then I want you to fuck my ass while the toys stretch out my pussy. Finally, I want you to come in my ass and then shove your still hard cock into my mouth and fuck me there."

"Sounds like some pretty comprehensive medical research," Mark said as he stood beside her.

"I have always wanted to do ass to mouth with you, and I think today would be the perfect time to fulfill that fantasy. Are you game?"

"Have I ever denied you anything, Dori?"

Dori grabbed his cock and used it to urge him to follow her as she headed for the bedroom, "No, lover. You never have. That's why I have kept you around all these years."

She giggled when Mark playfully slapped her ass.

It took them over two hours of preliminary work to get Dori's ass ready to accept Mark's cock. They had patiently performed this same stretching routine several times over the years in order to finally have the raunchiest anal sex that Dori could stand. When she eventually felt her lover's balls slapping against her pussy lips as it was fully embedded into her ass, she would go wild with desire for him to cum deep inside her bowels and work up a rhythm for them that had him pounding her ass just as hard, and sometimes harder than he ever fucked her pussy.

Mark seldom lasted long before cumming in her ass, but today, Dori took things a bit slower because she wanted more. On her knees and elbows with his cock as deep in her ass as it could go, Dori reached between her legs and began inserting her 'Mark 2' vibrating dildo into her pussy. This is the toy that she felt best emulated the girth of her lover's cock, and her favorite substitute for her husband when he was out of town on business.

She was gushing juices, so lubrication wasn't an issue. Her pussy was naturally tight anyway, but with her ass filled with her lover's cock left scant room in her body for the toy. She was determined though, so she kept working at it until she found a way to counter Mark's motions and fed a little more of the dildo into her pussy every time that he pulled back in her ass. He would pull and she would push until finally, she felt the head of the toy pressing against her cervix.

She turned on the vibrator and nearly passed out from the pleasure that radiated throughout her body. Her lover groaned and shoved his cock as deep inside her as he could and held it there. Apparently, the vibrations in her pussy were too much for him as well.

Dori screamed louder than Mark had ever heard as her orgasm erupted, but he was surprised that her contractions didn't try to push his cock or the dildo out of her. Instead, he felt like her body was doing just the opposite, pulling him deeper inside of her. He forced himself to pull his cock back a few inches and then push back in, but he only lasted a few strokes before he hit his own climax and came for what seemed like hours, depositing his load into her ass.

Dori collapsed onto the bed with both his cock and the vibrating dildo still inside her. Mark rolled her onto her side so that he could lay spooned with her with his cock remaining in her ass as it slowly deflated. He silently listened as her panting breaths slowly subsided to a normal rhythm as he stroked her back and shoulders. After about ten minutes, his withered cock popped out of her ass, so he rose and started heading for the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Dori said. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Mark stopped and turned back to the bed, "What?" he asked.

"What part of ass to mouth didn't you understand? You're a bit more deflated than I had hoped for, but maybe I can remedy that. Come here."

True to his word, her lover never denied her anything.

February 14, 2014

It wasn't common for Dori to be in her own bed with her lover this early in the morning, but she had to drive her husband to a doctor's appointment in a few hours to follow-up on the cataract surgery that he had performed yesterday. After that, they would come home for only a few hours before taking a shuttle to the airport. They were flying to French Polynesia for their anniversary.

She regretted that she wouldn't be able to spend more of this Valentine's Day with her lover, but she was determined to make the most of what time she did have with him. This is why she was currently lying on her back with Mark's cock forcing itself into her mouth as he fingered and licked her pussy. With his body on top of hers, she had willingly relinquished control over their actions to him, which was only adding to her already heightened arousal.

Mark stopped slowly pounding her mouth with his cock and rolled over, "I think you should get on top for the serious fucking that we both want. The position would be not require me to move as much. Can your knees handle that this morning?"

Dori had developed arthritis in her knees several years ago which had progressed to the point where certain sexual positions were not possible on some days unless she had taken her pain medication in advance.

She rolled over and prepared to straddle his cock. Taking it in her hand, she said, "I took a Tramadol when you took your Cialis, so we should be good to go on all counts."

The two lovers had learned that erectile dysfunction takes many forms. While Mark seldom had a problem getting an erection, his ability to maintain it sometimes disappointed both of them. Oh well, that's what pharmaceuticals were for.

Dori guided his cock into her pussy, rested her hands on his chest and began to slowly build up a rhythm that would achieve the desired results without jostling her lover too much. This was a challenge, but maybe she would reward him for his cooperation by letting him shoot his load inside her pussy.

After pounding as aggressively as she dared while facing Mark, Dori spun her body around to assume the 'reverse cowgirl' position. She giggled as she did so, remembering the first time that she had done this very thing on the night that her and Mark had had sex in her apartment back in 1975. He had called her "his little spinner" back then, and it was one of the few terms of affection that her lover ever used with her.

For his part, Mark knew what Dori expected when she assumed this position, so he sucked on his thumb to get it wet before using it to tease and probe her asshole. He felt one of her hands gently squeezing his balls and stroking his own asshole with her finger.

Age and menopause had decreased the amount of juices that Dori produced when aroused, but this hadn't impacted her enthusiasm, passion or the explosive impact that her orgasms had on her body. She shot off her lover's cock when her climax started, drenching Mark's genitals and the absorbent pad beneath them. She quickly reinserted his cock and renewed her efforts to achieve her next orgasm before coaxing him into cumming inside her pussy.

Mark wanted to thrust up to meet her pounding motions on his cock but restrained himself. Instead, he focused on bringing her off as many times as he could while the medication was helping to keep his cock erect enough to do so. As always, once Dori had experienced her first orgasm, her body was hyper sensitive and subsequent orgasms seemed to happen almost continuously, with only slight calming periods between each one.

Dori sensed that her lover was holding back on his own orgasm, and the time they had left together this morning wouldn't support that unselfish approach. Licking her index finger, she used her saliva, combined with some of her juices still running down between Mark's legs to lubricate his asshole as she roughly shoved it past his sphincter. Her finger bottomed out in his ass and lightly massaged his prostrate for just a few seconds before he lost control.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come!," he shouted in warning.

"Give it to me, lover. Fill my pussy with your load. Give it all to me!"

Her lover obliged, not that he could have resisted as long as she kept her orgasmic pussy locked on top of him, with his cock being milked by her own climaxing muscles.

She kept pounding up and down on his cock with her finger inside his asshole until she knew that he was totally spent. Only then did she slowly raise herself off him and take his cock into her mouth. She had always loved the taste of her juices mixed with his cum, so he simply laid back and enjoyed the sensation of having his cock cleansed by her one more time.

"That was wonderful, Dori. I was afraid that my restrictions on movement would have prevented us from satisfying you today. Was it okay for you?"

Dori finished one last inspection of his cock to make sure that she had cleaned every last trace of their combined orgasms. She smiled at Mark and said, "We learned from your first cataract surgery that the restrictions on movement applied to anything that would put stress on your eye muscles. While you have beautiful eyes, lover, those weren't the muscles we needed this morning."

"True," he chuckled. "Will you shower with me?"

"As long as there's no hanky-panky. We need to keep the bandage over your eye dry."

"I will be happy just holding your wet soapy body next to mine."

"Then let's go. I need to get my husband showered, dressed and out the door within forty-five minutes if we plan on making your follow-up appointment."

"What about your lover?" Mark asked.

"He can tag along. I've never taken a shower with my lover before, so the no 'hanky-panky' rule might make it a possibility this time."

Mark, her husband and lover for thirty-seven years chuckled at her, "You drive a hard bargain Mrs. Preston."

"Yes, I do, Mr. Preston. Now move that cute butt of yours."