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As I came up the driveway, I saw your pickup parked in front of the third garage door and the light on in the small window to the left of the front door, my office. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking that it was odd. Why didn't you park in the garage? I opened the double door with the remote and pulled into the garage. Once inside, I got out of my truck and walked through the entrance to the house and down the hall to the front entry, where the light from the office was flooding the floor. I just stood there quietly. You were at my desk, looking at the computer screen.

"Hi," I said, "I didn't expect you home this early. Are you checking your email?"

You turned to face me, "When did you start writing this stuff?"

"What?" I said. Then, as I got closer to the screen, I immediately recognized the document you were reading. "Uh huh, oh, it's just fun, a little thing I've been doing for a while. It's not serious; it's harmless fun." Shit, I left that screen up when I left this morning.

"Writing pornography, writing stories about kinks and fetishes and sex and love and fucking, how is that harmless? Who reads this stuff?"

"No one, probably. It's anonymous unless you put your real name on the story. It's a website that posts stories from readers they think are worthy. I joined it to try to improve my writing. I use a different name."

"Nothing? What I am reading is pornography, smut, and the woman in this story. I am reading right now is me!!!!"

That made me mad. "Oh really, she's in the shower with him, kneeling before him, stroking his balls and licking his tight puckered hole, while he is tapping her cheeks and lips with his hard cock. Just how is that you? At what point in our relationship was that you?"

"Very funny. I recognize these situations, these places. Don't be an idiot. It's us."

"Look, it's nothing. I'm not some pervert; it's a great website, and there are tens of thousands of contributors. You wouldn't believe it; people of every description do this. I swear you wouldn't believe it. It's nothing."

You wouldn't move away from my desk. I had been working on a story last night, and after saving the work, I inadvertently only minimized the screen instead of saving it and closing the folder. With the password protection on my MS Word, she could never open the document. In a minimized state, though, the document was still open. You had gone to the computer to email your friend Becky about our visit there tomorrow.

As you sat there, I noticed your hair was still wet from a shower. You were in a t-shirt and your thong with a towel around your head. You smelled fresh, like newly cut flowers.

"I don't know why you have to have such interests; you have children. Fuck, you are a grandfather and supposed to be a mature grown-up. Who does the kind of things you describe in these stories? This part is about having sex with a partner's wife while in Vegas. Did you do that? Is that real? Is this some admission of guilt?"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. This story is made up. Ok Ok, some stories have a thread of reality about my life before you, and maybe one about us, but I embellished them to make them spicier than my real life. But the one you are reading is total fiction. A fantasy. You can't read and take a private document this way; it's not the truth."

You turned to the screen. "Show me one about us. A real one that you embellished."

I thought for a moment, thinking this might work out all right. I pulled the keyboard from the sliding drawer and typed in the file name and the password to open it.

"Password protected, eh," you said.

"Umm, yes." I could smell your skin and hair as I leaned over you. I opened a file about the first time we met. "Here's one I like," I said.

You rolled the chair forward and began to read. After a few minutes, you chuckled at something I'd written. "What?" I said, "What was that?"

"You goof," you said, then "Hmmm," and another chuckle.

I pulled a chair, sat behind you, and touched your arm. After a moment, I began stroking your arm as I read over your shoulder. Halfway down your arm, I got a little bolder and reached slowly over your tee shirt-covered right breast. You didn't move away. You allowed me more access and leaned forward slightly. Your nipple was hard as a stone before my hand got there. You continued to read, as did I, while I stroked your hardened nipple with my palm. Your breasts were swaying freely beneath your shirt. I slowly rolled the t-shirt up and exposed your pert breasts to my hands. Your breathing began to quicken as you allowed me to stroke your hard nipples. With my left hand on your nipple, I rested my right hand on your belly. You began to quiver as you parted your legs.

You kept reading, though, scrolling the document with the mouse. My right hand stroked over the lips of your pussy through your sheer thong and found your clit protruding. "What do you think?" I said, "How do you like it?"

"It's good, especially the part where she is trembling as he tells her to get her thong off. It's so dirty. He does things to her that are so hot."

My fingers were stroking your clit now, and you could not hide your pleasure. I slid my hand into your thong and inserted a finger into your cunt. You opened your legs to accommodate me. I released your breast and spun you around to me. "So you won't mind if I write more?"

"No, you can; just make it truthful."

"Can I write about how you found my document, and I licked your cunt as you read it."

"But you didn't lic.. unnghhhh."

I pulled your ass to the edge of the chair, pulled your thong to the side, and plunged my tongue into your pussy. I engulfed your whole cunt in my mouth. "Stroke your nipples," I said, "Keep them hard."

"Oh my god, they are so hard already." you cried out.

I continued to lick your open cunt, then slid you further to the edge of the seat and licked your channel between your cunt and your pink crinkled hole.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." you quivered and tugged at your nipples, pulling them far off your breast. I was amazed at how far and hard you stretched them.

"Is that how you do it when I'm not home?" I continued to lick and poke at your holes with my tongue.

"YESSS YESS, I do, oh my god oh my god..." you were quaking now. You slid off the chair onto the floor. I turned you over and raised your ass into the air. With one hand, I opened the buckle of my pants while I kept my other hand engaged with your gaping slit. With my pants around my knees, I leaned forward and licked from your gaping cunt up to your winking, moist pink star. "Did you like the part of the story where I licked your ass?"

"Yes, oh yes."

I licked you while trying to kick off my shoes. "What about the part where she licked his cock and balls?"

"Oh god, yes... oh, she licked his swaying cock and his heavy swinging balls."

"Like you are going to do now, right?"

"Oh yes, oh yes, please let me." You said as you ripped your thong from your body.

"Ok, you may," I said. I let you up to turn around. My cock was swaying; pre-cum was dripping. My balls were swinging, my pants were still around my knees, my shirt still on. Very sexy. You lay down and quickly got under my balls and began furiously licking and sucking my heavy-laden eggs. You kneeled up and swallowed my penis to the base, then back to the tip. I kicked off my pants and lay down on you, and put my face back into your vagina. We were now in a full sixty-nine position, with me on top, something we had never done, talked about, or dreamt of. I was sucking on the lips of your pussy as you slurped my cock.

"I'm not going to stop until you come in my mouth," you mumbled. I slipped a finger into your ass. You sucked me deeper and harder, and in a moment, I was on the precipice of orgasm. I was fast approaching a point of no return. I slipped my tongue into your ass and began to ejaculate in your mouth. I don't know how many strings of hot cum I shot, but it was more than I ever imagined possible. You kept sucking and swallowing, and I held my tongue in your ass.

After a long moment of exhaustion, I rolled off of you and tried to catch my breath. I still had on my shirt and socks. So very sexy.

You were panting and choking and tried to sit up. There was cum around your mouth and down your chin. I took the towel from your hair and dabbed it on your cheeks and lips. You smiled and laughed when you saw how I looked. I got up, kissed your salty cum flavored mouth passionately, and lifted you in my arms. I took you to the bed and put my mouth back on your pussy. You opened your legs and allowed me to satiate you further.

Later after a hot shower, we fucked like teenagers. "I'm going to write about this, you know."

"Yes, I'm sure, maybe I'll write about it too."

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