And Now, My Hump Day Submission!
Thanks to all of you who suggested story ideas, and a special thanks to those who volunteered to be the main character in my story. :)
I melted two story suggestions into one here, and will give credit to those people at the end of the story, as to not ruin the surprise. Also, a blogger friend volunteered to be my subject. I needed a name of course, for both characters, and both names are completely random, not true names of either person. The names have been changed, but the blogs are real. ;) I hope you enjoy.
The last night of a week long business trip, Chris was beat, and far from home. He decided to grab a few quick drinks from the hotel bar before heading up to his room to call it a night. A shot of jagermeister to start things off, and then a beer to follow. He had only just started the beer when the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the woman setting her clutch down and sitting down next to him.
"Hello," she smiled at him. She was tall, probably close to 5'10" with her high heeled shoes on. Her body formed a perfect hourglass with a narrow waist and full bosom. She looked to be Hispanic, skin tan with olive undertones, dark long hair and big brown eyes.
"Hello there!", Chris replied, smiling at the stranger. "I'm Chris," he introduced himself, offering his hand. She took his hand in hers and answered, "Hi Chris. My name is Angela."
The bartender came up asking what he could get for Angela. "Hmmm...Tequila shot and a beer."
"Not a lot of people like tequila, I know," she laughed.
"You should try a Jager bomb."
"What, pray tell, is a Jager bomb?"
Chris called out an order for one as he explained, "Just a shot of jagermeister and some red bull." When the drink came, Angela looked at it warily before shooting it.
Making a face, she replied, "Tastes exactly like I thought it would." As the alcohol flowed and the night wore on, the two flirted more heavily, touching each other as they talked. After much contemplating, and deciphering body language, Chris decided to make a proposition.
"Listen," Chris started carefully, watching Angela's face for her reaction, "I don't usually do this. I'm only here on business for this one last night. We've hit it off so well...."
"Do you have a room?" Her question surprised him. She must have been thinking the same thing.
"Yeah, right upstairs." Angela grabbed her clutch and then stood up, waiting to follow his lead. Maybe it was the feeling of loneliness, being so far from home. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe this was just a romp that was meant to be. Regardless, he led his new lady friend upstairs to his room.
Once inside, there a was a brief moment of awkward silence. Her giggle broke the quiet, as she reached out to him. Pulling him close, she reached up, running her fingers through his blonde brown hair and staring deeply into his gray eyes. She pressed her body tightly against his as they kissed, slow and polite at first, then turning desperate and hungry. Against her thigh, she felt him growing beneath her.
Chris' hands ran the length of her back, up and down, grabbing her ass and then finding the zipper of her dress, pulling it down and letting it slither down her body, landing in a pool at their feet. Angela stood back, wearing a strapless bra and matching thong, her legs wrapped in thigh high stockings, feet still in her high heel shoes, stepping out of the dress. She eyed the bulge in his pants, her fingers fumbling with his belt and pants, freeing his large cock.
"Wow,"she says, admiring the large shaft before her. "This will be fun." And with that, she slipped the head of his large cock into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue, wetting it with her kisses.
"Mmmmm," Chris replied, leaning against the wall for support as she slowly took more and more of him deep into her mouth. She took him as deeply as possible, nearly gagging, her eyes tearing from the stretch. Her hand cupped his balls, lightly massaging them as she thoroughly lubed his meat, fucking him with her mouth, moaning a bit to add even more sensations to the blow job. Their eyes met, and then he stopped her, pulling her to standing and pressing her body tightly to his. His hand cupped her large breasts, circling the swelling nipples with his thumb.
The mere thought of that moist cock-tip pressing open the lips of her cleft and entering her wet pussy made her weak at the knees. Releasing her breasts from the brassiere, he licked and pinched the tender flesh, as her sex fluttered and pulsed, awaiting his next move.
His hands grabbed hold of her panties, rolling them down her legs for her to step out of, as his fingers then found her pouting slit and began stroking her. His thumb pad pressed against her clitoris, moving in a fluid, circular motion. Her thighs trembled as he parted her labia, exposing the glistening folds of her sex. Leading her to the bed, Chris helped lower Angela down on the mattress.
"I must taste you," he murmured, burying his head between her thighs.
As his tongue flicked against the erect bud of her clitoris, she felt the first pulsating waves of an oncoming orgasm. She clutched his head, mashing her pubis against his mouth and chin. His tongue dove deep within her, tightly constricted through her vaginal spasms.
Climax subsiding, she felt his hips lock with hers and finally his thick cock slid deeply into her. It was hot and felt bigger than she expected, the walls of her vagina closing around him and enfolding him.
"Mmmm..Oh fuck," she moaned, transported to a new level of pleasure. As he fucked her, she met his thrusts, slamming her heated flesh down onto his shaft, drawing him into the secret recesses of her body. Hands reaching beneath her buttocks, he began pumping her with long, slow strokes, the head of his cock nearly drawn completely out of her as he withdrew, the swollen glans nudging open her puffed up labia.
Watching his face, Angela decided to make a request, hoping for it to be fulfilled. "Chris? I want you to fuck my ass."
He stopped thrusting, mouth agape. "You'll let me fuck your ass?" He didn't believe what he was hearing. He had wanted to try anal sex for so long, but lacked the willing partner. "Are you sure that would be okay? I mean, I won't hurt you? I'm not too big?"
She laughed, "Yes, I'm sure, and you won't hurt me. Trust me." At that, she lifted her legs, resting them against his chest, her feet hanging past his shoulders as he felt her ass gripping the head of his erection. Nerve endings he didn't know he had were screaming for him to move, to thrust deeply into her ass, but he waited for her, taking his time and thoroughly relishing the sensations.
Lifting her pelvis up off the bed, she sat further on his engorged cock, hearing a moan escape him as his face contorted in the intense pleasure. Half way inserted, he stopped, looking at her face for approval to go further. A small nod and a smile, and he began to insert the full length of his dick deep into her bowels. A gasp escaped her.
"Are you okay?," he asked.
"It just feels so good. So full. Now fuck me. Fuck my ass."
Inspired by her encouragement, he did just that, slowly fucking her tight hole. She was clenching him so tightly, the pleasure was immeasurable. He knew he wouldn't last long like this. Holding his upper body taut, he thrust once more, jamming his cock into her up to the root. His heavy scrotum was pressed tightly against her.
He clutched at Angela's hips as his semen jetted from him in long aching spurts. Angela climaxed again, the pleasure less intense, but the waves rolled through her with a sweet, aching delight. Chris moaned loudly as her ass clenched tightly around his buried flesh, milking him of the last creamy drops.
Collapsing on the bed, they lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs, the smells of sex and exertion filtering into the room. Tremors, like after-shocks of pleasure, flickered over Angela's damp skin. Chris propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her before saying, "Now that is good blog fodder."
Laughing, Angela replied, "Don't tell me you blog."
His smile told her he did.
"Well, then, you must tell me the name of your blog so I can check it out. I've been know to blog myself."
"Really?" he said in interest, climbing off of the bed and sitting in the chair behind the desk where his laptop sat. A few key strokes and he turned the screen, showing her his blog. Second guessing herself, Angela joined him at the desk, surprised at the name of the blog staring up before her. "The Good Husband? You're Good Husband?!" She laughed, covering her mouth and shaking her head in disbelief.
"Have you stumbled across my site before?," he asked her, confused at her reaction, and at the same time feeling a bit like a celebrity at the recognition of his site.
"You might say that. Once or twice."
"Well, I'm dying to know the name of your blog. Care to show me?"
Still laughing and shaking her head, Angela typed in the url of her own site. When the page came up, Chris was speechless. "A Taste of the Good Wife. You're Good Wife? I don't believe it!" At that she turned, showing her ass to him, the butterfly tattoo matching the photo on the blog. "Believe it, baby!" Giggling.
The next morning, Chris woke up in his hotel bed, a bit groggy from the alcohol from the night before. There was the slightest hint of sex still in the air, as he strained to remember why. Suddenly he remembered Angela, and searched the room for a trace of her. Nothing. She was nowhere to be found. Had it all been a dream? It couldn't have. Could it?
He got up and showered and dressed, getting ready to head home from the long business trip. Once everything was packed and ready to go, he walked over to his laptop, which was still on. Not recalling having left it running, he glanced at the screen. On it he saw that oh so familiar ass with the butterfly tattoo. "I must have read this before going to bed last night," he thought to himself, as he reached down to close the screen. "That explains my dream."
And then he saw it. There was a new post on the blog. It described in perfect detail the events of his 'dream'. Looking at the clock and looking at the time of the posting, he realized it had only been up for twenty minutes. He couldn't have dreamed it, he was in the shower twenty minutes ago!
A smile broke across his face as he said out loud, "She ain't lyin'. She really is The Good Wife."
Now don't you wish you had volunteered? lol I must credit Chuck for the bar scene and business trip, and Dick for the idea of two bloggers coming together. (I'm sure you had something else in mind, but I took the idea and ran with it! :) And of course, I must thank Good Husband, for volunteering to be my guinea pig in this little adventure.
What did you guys think? Bueno, si?