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Sharon, my gym fuck buddy, eagerly knocked on my door at nine, stripping off her clothes as soon as I closed the door, making a beeline for the bed.

"You're overdressed," she said, "for what I have in mind."

"Not so fast, sweetheart. I like foreplay too."

"What did you have in mind?"

I opened my mouth to a big O and mimicked sucking.

"You don't expect me to get that slab of meat in my mouth, do you?"

"We won't know until you try and I'll return the favor." I stuck my tongue out until I touched my nose.

She laughed. "Fine. You still need to get undressed."

Smiling I removed my clothes until said slab of meat was out, breathing fresh air.

"It's just as nice as I remembered it," Sharon said. "Come to Mama."

I walked over to where she sat on the bed and let her play. Try as she might, Sharon could only get the head and another two inches inside her. You see now why I briefly considered the idea of one woman for the rest of my life. I let her polish the knob for several minutes, entertained by her attempts.

"Are you ever going to cum?" Sharon asked. "My jaws are getting sore."

"Not until it's buried to the root in something."

"That's certainly not going to be my mouth," Sharon said. "I've tried and it's not going."

"Your ass?" I asked hopefully.

"Has any woman ever let you fuck her ass with that thing? Tell the truth."

"About twenty-five percent, roughly. No anal virgins, but women who like anal sex anyway have tried it and liked it."

"Well, I'm an anal virgin, so I guess that means it needs to go in my cunt, because I'm certainly not letting you be the one to pop my anal cherry."

"The trials and tribulations of being a well hung stud," I said, forlornly, a hang dog look on my face.

"Give me a break," Sharon laughed. "How many times a week do you get laid?"

"Total numbers, or different individuals."

"Both."

"Two to three times a day, rarely less than once, three to four different ladies per week. As you recall from yesterday, I can fuck for a long time without cumming, otherwise the total numbers might be higher. You orgasmed like six or seven times in the time I fucked you. I fuck you twice, you're ready to fall asleep you're so exhausted. It happened on Friday night, the poor woman didn't make it back to her husband before dropping off."

"You fucked a married woman?"

"With her husband's permission."

"You dirty dog."

"Tonight, I'm your dirty dog. Are we going to fuck or what?"

"You promised to lick me first."

"Promised, or merely suggested?"

"I took it as a promise. I don't care what you want to call it."

I pushed her back on the bed, grabbed her ankles and stretched her legs wide. My lips and tongue attacked the source of her tangy nectar.

Several orgasms later, Sharon stated, "You're almost as good at that as you are at fucking."

"Let's check out that hypothesis," I said.

I rolled a condom over my cock and slowly submerged it into Sharon's tight sheath. After fucking her for an hour, I asked, "What's the verdict, cock or tongue?"

"Cock, definitely cock," she moaned.

I slammed into her one last time as I throbbed my load into the rubber. She spasmed again.

"So tell me," I asked when her orgasm ebbed, "are you tired."

"Exhausted."

"Now you know why the wife fell asleep. Of course, I had to fuck her again in the morning."

"What did the husband say about that?"

"I wasn't privy to that conversation with his wife, but I asked his permission first and he said 'yes', so he didn't raise a stink with me."

"Why would he do that?"

"Perhaps he wanted his wife to experience what you did."

"Awfully generous of him."

"I don't understand it myself, but considering how often I fucked around on my wife, I shouldn't raise a stink if she wanted to cheat on me. Let's just say it's complicated."

"You're married?"

"Not anymore. Annulled as of Friday."

"Thank God I didn't fuck a married man. That would be low."

"She still forgave her best friend for fucking me, but that was the last straw as far as I was concerned. Unless you want to spend the night, you might want to go back to your room, but I warn you, if you're still here in the morning, I will fuck you again."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"A promise. I need to maintain my bad boy reputation."

"It's an early start tomorrow. I guess I'll leave. Can we set another date for tomorrow night?"

"What time?"

"I don't have to entertain clients tomorrow night. Take you out to dinner?"

"I'm game. I'll be ready by five."

"I'll meet you down in the lobby at 5:30."

"Take care, Sharon," I said as she left.

Another good work out the following day. No women using the hotel gym, though, just men. Disappointing, but at least I could look forward to the evening. Or so I thought. I received a call from Sharon at around three telling me we had to postpone our plans; a client had a problem with the software just installed and she had to troubleshoot the problem until a solution was found.

"It could end up being an hour or seven. I'll call you back if it's less than two, but I anticipate longer and I don't want you on the hook. I'll make it up to you on Wednesday. I'll even spend the night."

"If I'm available," I replied, "I'll be happy to take you up on your offer."

"If? You aren't planning on replacing me already, are you?"

"I was planning on replacing you the moment I met you, darling. I already told you I'm not marital material. I'm a bee looking to pollinate as many flowers as possible and taste as much honey as I can. Don't look at me as anything other than a sex toy you have to share with a lot of other women. If I'd met another woman in the gym today, I would have spent the afternoon boinking her before we went out. About all I'll promise you, is if we make a date, I'll keep it, but not if it's a date for a wedding."

"That's blunt."

"Honesty is the best policy. That way, I don't have to keep track of the lies and who I told them to."

"At least it's a refreshing change of pace. I'll call you if I get done early enough to fuck tonight."

There was another phone call at quarter to five from none other than Laura Smith.

"Bryce, my husband would like to meet with you."

"Why isn't he calling me?"

"You don't know him. I didn't know if you'd accept his call."

"I don't know you either except in the biblical sense."

Was it possible to hear someone blush over the phone. I could swear Laura did. She sounded flustered when our conversation continued.

"I - that is Phillip, thought, we should know more about you - if we were to choose you, to, you know..."

"Breed you," I finished for her.

Silence for a few seconds. "Yes, that."

"I want you to put Phillip on the phone. From now on, if there's something you need, Phillip makes the call. How can I reassure him I'm not going behind his back trying to steal his wife away from him, if I'm having conversations with you he's not privy to. All contact with me will be made through him from now on. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then put him on."

Phillip must have been in the same room with her because he was on the phone in mere seconds.

"Would it be possible to meet?" Phillip said.

"I just had a dinner reservation cancel a short time ago. I'm willing to meet for dinner or drinks afterward or both."

"Dinner and drinks would be acceptable."

"Do you know where I'm staying?"

"Laura informed me."

"Good girl. The Daniel's Broiler restaurant here is top notch. Why don't you meet me here at the scene of the crime. Can you be here by six?

"Yes."

"Come alone. Once you and Laura have made the decision to involve me in your lives, I don't want any back channel communication with her. I want you to feel confident that you know what is happening at all times. As I told you before, I'm not interested in Laura as anything other than a fuck partner, and only with your permission. If there is something you want or need, you tell me. Leave Laura out of it."

"I understand. I'll see you at six."

"You know what I look like. I'll be in the restaurant waiting for you. It's on the second floor."

Let's see now; what to wear to impress the husband? Not the usual, trying to show off my physique. A business suit perhaps. My navy blue pinstripe Armani suit should work well.