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A full moon lit the night sky. Two silhouettes danced ever
so closely while Bill Medley sang “Unchained Melody”. They softly kissed and
hugged each other tightly as the music slowly faded away.

“A last toast to finish off this special night… To my wife,
ten years of marriage and the love-light still shines in our hearts. I love
you!”

“Oh, honey. That was sweet,” she said and hugged him hard
against her.

They had been sweethearts since high school and during their
first year of college they got married in the old fashioned way, in Las Vegas
on a hot June night. That November the first of the three children were born.

Together they scratched their way into the middle class.
Like the rest of us, they worked long hours, hating their jobs, seldom finding
time for even an occasional passionate moment together. They hoped this weekend
would help re-ignite the fire that used to burn so hot. Those nights of
drive-in movies, parents’ couches and the fear of getting caught, they all
seemed so long ago. Actually they were long ago.

Tonight was going to be their night to remember.

“Let’s take this bottle of champagne up to our room and
really celebrate.”

“Rupert, don’t drink too much. ‘Cause you know what it does
to you.”

“Tonight is a special night, babe, and nothing is going to
ruin my bliss with you. Let’s go upstairs and get naked.”

“OOOH, how romantic.” She laughed as they hurried to the
elevator. It was broken, so they had to use the stairs and got winded by
running up them in the rush. When Rupert twisted his ankle slipping on some
spilled beer on the stairs, Delilah had to carry him to the room.

No amount of money had been spared for their night of
unbridled passion. The room was very dimly lit by candles on both nightstands
and the neon MOTEL 6 sign that flashed outside their room. There was a roll of
quarters by the candle for the bed vibrator. The red and blue flannel sheets
were pulled back, beckoning these two lovebirds to enter.

On each side of the bed were their nightclothes. She planned
to wear a red camisole with black lace on the edges, a red garter belt with
black stockings and a sapphire blue silk robe. His attire was a pair of white
satin boxers with “Home of the Whopper” inscribed on the front and a Hugh
Hefner style green robe. Love clothes, to say the least.

“Rupert, I want to take a shower and get ready. I have a
little surprise for you…”

“Anything you want Delilah, schnookums.”

Zip, snap, drop, rustle, rustle.
Rupert was ready to
rock.

“Where’s my Old Spice, babe? Oh, nevermind, where’s the
stupid remote control? Let’s see what’s on the tube. Cool, a porno channel!”

While Rupert was watching
Blond Beach Bimbos Door To Door
Dildo Salesgirls
, Delilah got herself ready for a night of unbridled sex.

The shower had relaxed Delilah some. She slowly dried
herself off and slipped into the camisole. After tucking, pulling and sucking
in her stomach, she squeezed her large breasts into the nightwear. She looked
over into the mirror and caught a glimpse of herself. When putting on her ruby
red lipstick, she noticed there were no wrinkles under her eyes. She felt her
face and the skin was still soft. She slowly started caressing the rest of her
body with her hands. She still had firm breasts that only sagged a bit from
having three kids breastfeeding from them. Her hips hadn’t widened too much, in
fact hardly at all compared to most women that have had kids. She turned around
to see her ass and even that still had a nice shape to it.

The years have been pretty good to me,
she thought.

Basically, she was rather proud of her looks. Except of
course for her size 12 feet.

She slipped on her new robe, turned off the light and
stepped into the room. Rupert’s eyes were transfixed…on the TV.

“Hey Stud, what do you think?”

“Incredible!”

“No, me! Not the TV. How do I look?”

“Oh, that’s nice dear,” Rupert said distractedly.

Not to be deprived of the attention she deserved, Delilah
stepped in front of the TV and stared at Rupert.

“Babe, you look absolutely incredible.” He winked and smiled
devilishly, “Please turn around so I can see everything.”

Delilah felt very sexy and playful because this was
something he hadn’t said to her in years. She turned around slowly and had her
back to him while she wiggled out of her robe.

“WOW, you are so damn hot! Now bend over a little and spread
your legs apart.”

“RUPERT!” she said shocked and a little mischievously.

Delilah faced away from Rupert and closed her eyes bending
over. The tightness of the camisole pulled the fabric taut against her pussy.
She felt that deep warmth creep through her and she pulled her hands up her
torso and grasped her breasts. “Just a little more…” Rupert whispered. Delilah
bent over a bit more giving him a full view of her ass.

“Yes, that’s perfect! Now I can work the remote control!” he
said as he changed the volume.

“I can’t believe you! We come over here for us and you sit
here watching porno movies!” Delilah turned her head to the side and leaned
over a little further stretching the fabric tighter still on her moist pussy,
looking at the movie. “GOOD LORD, look at the size of that thing!!!!” She stood
there watching a petite blonde, no bigger then a hundred pounds take a
monstrous member in…all twelve inches of it. Wincing, Delilah stepped back next
to Rupert.

Delilah, still being a little upset, hopped on the bed. She
noticed Rupert was sporting a woody and really paying attention to the movie.

“Rupert, does this stuff really turn you on? More than I
do?”

“No way! Babe, you are an incredibly attractive woman.
You’re sensual, sexy, extremely pretty and my best friend. Sometimes watching
something like this is just to get my creative juices flowing and with the kids
around we couldn’t have something like this at the house. Besides there are
some things that you wouldn’t do to your best friend.”

They both stared at the screen watching the ELEPHANT man (or
whatever his nickname was). He had the little blonde straddling him and riding
on his cock like a bull rider.

“Rupert, would you like to do some of those things with me?”
Delilah asked worrying he’d be shocked or scared to ask her.

“I don’t know honey. Sometimes I’d be a little afraid to
ask. HOLY SMOKES, would you like to try that?” The guy had the woman turned
away from him and laying atop a desk as he hammered into her from behind.

“Sorry honey, it’d take two times what you have to even
attempt that! Why don’t you turn that TV off? Let’s make some of our own stuff
up as we go along…stud.”

Delilah stood before Rupert and pulled his face to her
bosom. He breathed in her sweetly perfumed breasts. They strained to be free
from the camisole. She took his face in her hands and licked his lips with just
the tip of her tongue and fell forward drifting onto the bed with him.
Straddling him, Delilah felt his cock’s firmness lying under her wet pussy
inside the lingerie. She slid her hand down and inside the fabric feeling the
slick juice of her want. She pulled her wet finger out and rubbed the juice
along Rupert’s mouth. He licked his lips tasting the essence of her inner
sanctum.

RRRIIIINNNNGGGG!

Angrily Rupert answered the phone, “Hello? I told you kids
not to call us unless there was an emergency!” He sat up, his voice becoming
concerned. “What do you mean the baby won’t eat dinner? Well you’re not
supposed to feed her chili beans and anchovies! You feed her baby food. She’s
only one year old!” Becoming more angry and frustrated he barked, “Where’s the
baby-sitter? What do you mean she took our bottle of Dom Perignon, a can of
whipped cream and the dustbuster into our bedroom with two boys and locked the
door?”

Delilah was becoming scared and upset from the situation and
sat up.

“Where’s that music coming from? The bedroom? You guys stay
downstairs and we’ll be home in a little while.”

Rupert shielded the mouthpiece and whispered to his son,
“Hey, flick the switch in the closet next to our bedroom, it activates my
bedroom camcorder. Don’t tell anyone about it!”

Rupert slammed the phone down angrily.

“Should we leave?” Delilah asked looking disappointed and
somewhat concerned.

“Hell no! We’ve been planning this for months. I want to be
with you. Come here, woman!” he growled.

Rupert moved behind Delilah and slowly caressed her
shoulders then kissed her softly on the back of the neck. He moved his hands
along her sides creeping them slowly toward the front of her. He longed to be
the camisole that clung ever so tightly to her body, caressing every part of
her.

Delilah reached behind her and held the back of his head.
She thrust her chest out exposing her cleavage to his eyes.

“This outfit is driving me crazy.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“I like to see you in anything, but mostly in nothing at
all!”

Rupert forced his hands into the bust of the corset and
grabbed her breasts.

“Uh, honey, my hands are stuck,” Rupert said, struggling to
get his hands free from the front of the outfit.

“What? Ouch, that hurts! I can’t put my arms down!” Delilah
cried, feeling confined and awkward.

RRRIIIINNNNGGGGG, RRRRIIIINNNNGGG!

“Shit, I can’t answer the phone!” Rupert yelled.

“Try unzipping it! The zipper is in the back. Use your
teeth.” He was behind her but his hands were stuck in front and over her
shoulders. So he did his best contortionist maneuver and stretched his neck
down and grabbed the zipper in his teeth.

“Ahhhh! Ouch, I just chipped my tooth and the latch on the
zipper broken!” he screamed as blood trickled from his mouth.

They tried to break loose from their odd situation but they
lost their balance and Rupert slammed against a small table. The lamp fell and
broke, scattering porcelain all over the floor. The table dropped onto the
floor with a loud thud. To top things off the small candle on the table caught
the carpet on fire.

About this time the motel manager was making his rounds and
walked by their room. He couldn’t help but hear the screaming and thrashing
about in the room, as Rupert frantically tried to free his hands. The manager,
assuming the worst, banged on the door and since nobody was answering he
unlocked the door. From the doorway he saw Rupert bent over with Delilah in
front of him and his hands locked in her camisole. To the manager it looked
like he was choking her, so he rushed up behind him and pulled at him, freeing
his hands.

They fell back with Rupert cracking his head on the coffee
table. Delilah’s breasts popped out and the camisole ripped a seam.

At the police station Delilah was booked for prostitution,
Rupert’s head received twelve stitches and the
Enquirer
interviewed the
hotel manager.

When Rupert finally came to, he explained to the judge what
was going on. After the laughter subsided, the judge made him pay for damages
and ordered him to go home. When they finally got home the kids were all in bed
sleeping, the house was clean (even their bedroom), and the babysitter was
doing her homework (Biology of human sexuality).

“What a night!” Rupert told Delilah as she was taking off
her make-up and standing in front of the mirror wearing her old, beat up
flannel robe.

She jumped into bed with her green mud mask and told Rupert,
“We don’t need a motel room, we’ve got this old bed and we’ve made magic here for
10 years! I love you Rupert… Rupert?”

“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, snort, huh?”

They snuggled up next to each other and fell asleep in each
other’s arms, just like every other night.

Linda had just spent a four long weeks away on business and
had taken the red-eye flight home. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more
than to get in her own bed. She had a headache and slight hangover from airline
drinks and her luggage seemed to weigh a ton as she dragged it towards her
apartment.

After what seemed an eternity of stairs, she walked in
without even turning on the lights and headed straight for her bed. When she
went in her bedroom, she saw a pair of pants draped over a chair in the
darkened room.
Carl must be here
, she thought to herself. Not even
bothering to shower or take off her make-up, she stripped naked and slipped
into her bed
. Oh, it feels so nice to be in my own bed,
she thought to
herself. It had been so long that she barely recognized it—it felt so much
better than she remembered.

As she lay there in an extremely relaxed state, Carl rolled
over. He put his big strong arm around Linda. His warmth soothed her as he
hugged her tightly, softly kissing her on the earlobe.

“I missed you,” he whispered while slowly stroking her soft
skin ever so delicately.

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” she whispered back, leaning into
his body.

He rolled her onto her stomach and climbed on top of her.
His large hands began rubbing and massaging her back.

“God, it’s been so long since you’ve done something like this
to me,” she softly said. “It feels great!” Linda began to melt to his touch,
her body relaxing and molding to the curves of the bed.

It was very stimulating and quite a turn-on to have someone
baby her like this. Time stood still for her as he painstakingly massaged every
inch of her back and slowly moved his hands around to feel the sides of her
breasts. As he cupped the smooth fullness of her breasts, Linda moaned into the
bed feeling herself falling into bliss. She felt so relaxed and it was almost dreamlike.
As Carl moved down to her rear end and legs, he stopped briefly to softly kiss
the small of her back and her thighs. He ran his tongue along the creases of
her body, along her backside and hips to the center of her back between her
shoulders.
Damn I am so fuckin’ turned on,
she thought to herself
enjoying her arousal.

Carl moved his hand between her thighs and felt her wetness.
His fingers slipped between the labia and felt her pussy heat to his touch.
When he kissed her back and the curve of her ass, Linda almost came. His mouth
followed the crease of her ass, and she leaned face down into the coolness of
her pillow as his head moved behind her. His finger poked deeper into her,
making her squirm, and when his tongue reached the opening of her pussy she
couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. He pulled his finger out and sucked on it
like a lollipop. Grabbing her legs, he pulled to the edge of the bed and knelt
on the floor. He nuzzled his nose to her ass and licked the length of her hot
sex. The tip of his tongue swept across the opening. The juices from within her
trickled down her inner thigh mixing with the saliva from his tender eating of
her sanctuary.

The gentleness of his seduction became more intense from the
taste of her. His deeper desires started taking over. His hard-on was aching to
probe her and the taste of her sweet juices spurred an animalistic desire in
him. Standing up behind her, he put a hand on her back and reached under her
with the other one, lifting her up and plunged deeply into her wet cavern.

She could not believe how good it felt. The hard thickness
of her man plunging into her with reckless abandon. The smacking sound of his
stomach against her ass making her body shake. It had been so long and he felt
so different than before.

He grabbed onto Linda’s hips and started driving deeper and
harder into her. His own grunts and moans were becoming savage. It was
glorious. She felt the swelling passion inside as she clenched the sheets in
her hands and bit on her lip.

Oh, what a feeling!

When he reached forward and slid his hands up under her
breasts grasping them firmly in his strong hands, goose bumps trickled across
her body and she started screaming.

Linda stood up on her knees and Carl bit hard on her neck.
She reached back and grabbed onto his ass frantically pulling him towards her
shrieking, “Dammit Carl, don’t stop! Harder…HARDER…don’t stop! This is fucking
incredible!”

Stopping abruptly, he reached over to turn on the light and
said, “Carl? Who the fuck is Carl?”

“AAAAHHHHH!!!! Who the hell are you!” Linda shrieked as she
pulled up the blanket. She sat there staring at a naked stranger, and looking
extremely dumbfounded with his doinger hanging out.

“I’m John. I live here. Who the FUCK are you?”

“Linda.
I
live here.”

“Wait a minute, I’ve been living here with my wife for five
years. Apartment 28B on the fourteenth floor, don’t tell me I don’t live here.”

“Fourteenth floor? Uhhhhh… I’m sorry… I live on the
fifteenth floor.”