Zane's Everything Fades Away

by Zane

  I did not respond fast enough, so he must have taken that to mean that he needed to work harder. He pulled me backward and literally floored me as he pulled me down to the tile and kept fucking me from behind.

  I placed my back against his chest, leaned my head to the right, and offered up some tongue. He graciously accepted it and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

  “Aw!” I exclaimed as I climaxed yet again. I could never remember coming so many times, or so quickly, in my entire lifetime. “You beast!”

  He pushed my head down, grabbed my hair with one hand, and pulled me back harder on his dick with the other. “I’m coming!”

  He exploded inside of me like Fourth of July fireworks, even though it was almost Christmastime. We both collapsed and tried to recapture our senses. Neither one of us could move until . . .

  . . . we heard several sets of footsteps running up the stairs. We panicked and jumped up, quickly putting our clothes back on. I slipped my tits back into my bra and grabbed for my torn panties, which I shoved in the center of my boobs. He put his dick back in his pants, and before we could try to slip away, two policemen rounded the corner.

  I could tell by the look on their faces that they understood what was up.

  “Are you two alright?” the younger of the two men asked.

  “We’re fine, officer,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “We ran up here to escape the riot.”

  “Well, it’s about over now,” the older one said. “Is your car down there?”

  It dawned on me that they must have thought we were together as a couple. We would look great together! “My car is the red Jaguar. I saw someone get tossed on it and it’s damaged.”

  “I believe my Mercedes is okay,” he said, “but I have to go check.”

  “We’re going to clear the rest of the building,” the older one continued. “If you need us to escort you down there, let us know. We’ll be right back.”

  “You’ll have to file an insurance claim, ma’am,” the younger one said to me.

  “Thanks, officers,” I said, finally sounding close to normal. “I’ll do that.”

  They walked away, still eyeing us with suspicion. We waited until they were out of earshot and started laughing.

  “This has been an adventure,” he said, rubbing my back. “I can take you home.”

  “Maybe you should tell me your name,” I suggested.

  “Gideon. My name is Gideon, and you are?”

  “I’m Amanda, and you’re amazing.”

  We kissed each other briefly on the lips and then walked away, hand in hand.

  GIDEON

  I had never typically been a big shopper, but over the course of the past several years, things had changed. Gideon was my name and compulsive shopping was my game. Since my wife, Nina, was such a workaholic and rarely wanted to do anything unrelated to her Internet marketing firm, I ran the streets whenever I was not tied down to my law firm. Now that is some irony for your ass. A prominent lawyer with more free time than his stay-at-home wife.

  Even though Nina was at home all day, she barely spent any time with our children, Aidan, 8, and Tamara, 5. Her mother had temporarily moved in with us when Tamara was born, and half a century later she was still residing in our guest room. No point in even calling it a guest room; guests leave.

  It was never my intention to go to Best Buy and end up fucking the hell out of a complete stranger. It was not even in my DNA. I had never cheated on Nina, so to say that what happened was crazy is an understatement. Yet, it had happened and I could not get Amanda out of my mind.

  I dropped her off at her place after we left the mall and it seemed like a natural thing to exchange numbers. We both confessed to being married. Her husband was deployed and my wife might as well have been on another planet for what it was worth.

  We did not make any definitive plans to see each other again, and I was determined to not repeat my mistake. Yet, exactly one week to the day later, I was dialing her cell. Less than an hour later, I was waiting for her in a bar at the Grand Hyatt in downtown Washington, D.C.

  The hotel was decorated for the holidays, and the pianist in the bar was wearing a tuxedo with a red bow tie and a Santa Claus hat. I had yet to begin my Christmas shopping since I had been “sidetracked” at Best Buy. Nina had been overwhelmed with worry when I arrived home in the morning, a true shocker because I was surprised she even noticed that I was gone. She asked if I had been at the Best Buy that was all over the news, and I said yes but that I had left before the riot started because there were too many people there. I lied and said that I stopped by my office to pick up a brief that I needed for court the next week on my way back. She said that she had tried my cell several times but I told yet another fib and said I had left it in my car when I had gone to work. Lying was not for me; yet, I fell right into step with the process like a professional.

  Amanda showed up in a tight black dress that made my dick stand at attention. She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek before taking the barstool next to me.

  “Did you already get us a room?” she inquired.

  “I thought we might be able to talk.” I took a sip of my Johnnie Walker Black. “Care for a drink?”

  “What’s there to talk about?” She licked her lips. “And the only place I want to drink from is your dick, not a glass.”

  I downed the rest of my drink in one gulp. “This is crazy.”

  Amanda placed her hand in my lap and started stroking my dick through my pants. “If it’s so crazy, why is your dick throbbing for my mouth?”

  I gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. “I guess you’re right. There’s nothing to talk about.” I threw a twenty on the bar, stood up, and took her hand. “We’re on the eighth floor.”

  Amanda was right. I had already secured a room for us to make love, fuck, or whatever it was we were both anticipating doing.

  Two seconds after we entered Room 812, she was all over me. She was ripping off my suit jacket and then tore the buttons off my shirt as she removed it. She sucked and nipped at my nipples and undid my belt, then yanked it from around my waist.

  “Calm down.” I grabbed her lightly by the shoulders to hold her off a little. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Amanda stopped and stared into my eyes. “Why’d you call me if you didn’t want this?” I could not formulate an answer. “That’s what I thought.”

  She started walking backward toward the bed, removing her dress in a seductive way to reveal a matching white satin bra and panty set. I did not even want to blink. I was afraid I might miss one inch of skin being revealed. Her bronze skin was as smooth as butter—not a mark on her. Perfection!

  “How old are you?” I asked her.

  “Old enough to be in this room with you, that’s for damn sure.” She bit her bottom lip and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. “I’m twenty-nine. And you?”

  “Thirty-four.” I was done. There was no way that I was going to be able to walk out of that room, so I decided to go with the flow. “Play with your pussy for me . . . on the bed.”

  “I love it when a man talks dirty to me.” Amanda unclasped her bra and let her immaculate breasts free. “You know, you never got a chance to suck these for me on that skywalk. I certainly hope you’re a breast man.”

  “I’m an everything man.”

  She slipped out of her panties and lay on the bed. She placed the long roll pillow under her thighs, spread her legs, and started dipping the index finger of her right hand in and out of her pussy while she spread her lips with the other so I could see her fat, hard clit.

  “I love pleasuring myself,” she said. “I masturbate all the time, every damn day, but it’s not enough.” She paused long enough to suck her own juices off her finger and replace it back in her pussy. “Damn, so sweet. I ate some pineapple just for you today. Are you going to let me feed you again?”

  “Oh yes!” My dick was busting at the seams, so I fini
shed undressing as I moved closer to the bed. “It looks so wet,” I said, staring at her pussy.

  “It’s overflowing. It wants you to save it.” She raised her head slightly and eyed me seductively. “Taste me, Gideon. Make me forget about the rest of the world outside of this room. Make all the pain go away.”

  I had no idea what pain she was referring to and decided not to ask. I climbed on the bed and spread her thighs further apart. “I can do that for you.” I lowered my head to her crotch. “Let me take that pain away. Whatever ails you, I’ve got the cure.”

  “Yes, you do. You damn sure do.” She lifted her pussy to meet my mouth. “Medicate me.”

  The sun was setting outside, but the heat was rising inside Room 812. I buried my face in her essence and took my time. This day there would be no interruptions. There were no pressing matters. So I savored her pussy; I worshipped her pussy; I drank from her pussy for a good hour. It was insane.

  Amanda went buck wild on me when she had me lie on the bed sideways and then climbed behind me and pushed her head through my thighs while she lay sideways on the bed. She grabbed my waist and told me to push my dick down and in and out of her mouth. Never in my life had I experienced such a rush! My upper thigh was trembling as she expressed her pleasure with moans and stared at me while I was feeding her my dick. She let me ejaculate in her mouth, and my load was ridiculous. She almost gagged and some came out of her mouth but she licked up all the remnants.

  “Lay on your back,” she instructed as she moved her head back through my thighs and sat up.

  Once I complied, she started sucking me again until I was hard. It did not take much. This woman had me all caught up like a teenager.

  Then she really tripped me out. She lifted my legs and pressed them toward my chest and placed her own legs on the back of my thighs with her feet flush on the bed and started riding me. It was awkward at first, but she rode me like a champion jockey, even in that strange position. I reached up and grabbed her breasts.

  “Don’t worry,” she said, as she grabbed one from me and flicked her tongue over her own nipple. “I’m saving these for last.”

  Amanda let go of her breast and started playing with my ass with that hand and braced herself with the other one on my chest. I tried to hold back from cumming but it was no use. This woman was really going to pussy whip me. I had never been pussy whipped!

  We fucked for three more hours. Three! And just when I was about to pass the fuck out, she lay beside me in the most loving manner and placed one of her breasts in my mouth. I suckled on it like a little baby and then sucked on it for dear life. Her breasts were soft and natural, unlike Nina’s. My wife had insisted on getting her boobs done, even though I was totally against it. I had never been attracted to them since that day but faked it to make her feel good. It was a refreshing change to have the real thing in my mouth.

  “That’s it,” Amanda whispered. “I love my breasts to be sucked. It makes me so hot. I can feel it all the way in my pussy.”

  I did not say a word; just kept sucking until sometime during the night, we both fell asleep. I had already told Nina that I had to go out of town to do a deposition. Something told me that I would not want to leave Amanda. She woke me up again at four a.m. and fucked me half to death!

  AMANDA

  I felt guilty but I could not stop. Ralph would call me and I would rush him off the phone. I tried to refrain from using Skype as much as possible. I was worried that he would see the afterglow on my face from great sex. Some women actually do glow after they have been fucked right. I was one of them.

  I was desperately horny one night after work and there was no way that I was going to let Gideon come to my home. I drew that line at disrespecting my marriage there. It started to snow, a blizzard actually, so the city was pretty much on lockdown. I could not venture out far—my Jaguar was like a sled—so I asked Gideon to meet me at the local park two blocks away. He jumped at the opportunity and, due to the huge snowfall, we were all alone.

  I waited for him inside the enclosed crawlspace for kids. They make them big enough for the parents to rescue their children if necessary. Worked out great for us. I had on a thick winter coat, snow boots, and nothing underneath. I came prepared.

  I was sending Gideon a text message to tell him my whereabouts when I saw his car pulling into the lot.

  “This is crazy!” His favorite line came out of his mouth as he climbed into the space to join me.

  “No one will ever find us in here,” I replied.

  “I’m beginning to think you’re a freak,” he joked.

  “You like it!”

  “No argument there.”

  He was standing and I was sitting as I took his dick out. I kissed the tip of it. “I missed you,” I said to my favorite toy. Then I commenced to sucking. “I want this all the time now. You may have to start rationing it out.”

  “Christmas is in two weeks, and all I can think about is the treasure between your thighs.”

  “Merry Christmas! My pussy’s your present. I’ll make sure to put wrap it up and place it underneath the tree for you.”

  “I want it now,” he said, as I continued to play with his dick with my mouth.

  I unbuttoned my coat so that he could see I was nude underneath. “I came prepared for you. I want you to lick and suck every inch of my body. Can you handle that?”

  He knelt down and kissed me with a passion that I had never known. Then he stopped and looked into my eyes with a hesitant expression. “One day we’re going to have to discuss what we’re doing here. You realize that, don’t you, Amanda?”

  I understood where Gideon was coming from. Even though we were acting like we were on some fuck buddy agenda, it was obvious that it was becoming more than that for both of us, despite the fact that we rarely talked about everyday things. The heart wants what the heart wants but both of us had made marital commitments to other people. To top it off, Gideon had kids, and I could not disrupt that. I simply couldn’t break up someone else’s household, or my own. I only wanted to borrow him for a while and chalk it up to meeting the wrong one too late. Maybe in the next lifetime.

  Gideon was still staring at me and holding my chin as a plethora of thoughts ran through my mind. “Do you understand where I’m coming from?”

  “I understand,” I whispered.

  He stared at me for a few more seconds and then took his dick out and drilled it into me for the next fifty minutes or so. Even though it was nearly freezing outside, it was hot as hell in that crawlspace. When he came, he kissed me like a man who loves a woman.

  Damn, what have I done!

  GIDEON

  It was Christmas Day, and I was totally disengaged in the activities at my home. My mother-in-law had to prepare the holiday dinner because Nina was locked in her home office, working. I videotaped the kids opening their gifts and then assembled both bikes and hooked up their Xbox 360.

  Amanda had said that she was going to eat an early dinner at her parents’. We made plans to meet up later on that evening to celebrate. What we were celebrating, I had no idea. The fact that we were strung out on each other? The fact that we could never be together in the true essence of the word? The fact that we were playing a dangerous game?

  “Honey, are you going to carve the turkey?” Nina asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway of the family room just as I was turning on a college football game.

  “Sure, I’ll be right there.”

  Nina walked up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. “You’ve been acting so strange lately. Want to talk about it?”

  I shrugged, hoping she would take her hands off me. “It always gets crazy at the firm around the holidays. We had to take care of a lot of stuff before the courts shut down for the winter break. You know that. Same shit, different year.”

  “I guess.” She came around the back of the sofa and sat down beside me. “What did you get me for Christmas?”

  Shit!

  “I’m sorry
, baby. It was supposed to be delivered by yesterday, but there was a mix-up at UPS. Hopefully, it’ll get here by Monday.” I was becoming a master liar. I would have to go online and make sure something came with her name on it the following week, for sure.

  “Aw, so you ordered me something? Thanks so much, honey.” She reached underneath the toss pillow on the right end of the sofa and handed me a small box. “This is for you. I hope you like it.”

  On rare occasions, Nina started acting like a real wife without displaying her selfish traits. I ripped the hunter green wrapping paper off and opened the box. Inside was a pair of gold cuff links sporting my initials.

  “Thanks, I needed these.”

  I could tell that she was expecting a kiss so I leaned over and pecked her on the lips. She slipped me her tongue, and I could not deny her, even though my heart was not in it. All I could think about was getting to Amanda.

  Nina patted my leg and got up after we broke the kiss. “Come carve the turkey in a few minutes. Momma is taking the rolls out the oven and then putting everything on the table.”

  I did not respond. I waited until she left and then sent Amanda a text message, asking what time we could hook up.

  Amanda had me meet her at a local department store. Strange, since all the stores were closed for Christmas. She met me at the back loading dock, and before I could ask any questions she yanked me inside.

  She buried her tongue in my mouth, and I was a hundred times more receptive to her kiss than I had been to my wife’s a few hours earlier.

  After a long, wet kiss, she asked, “Are you ready for our next adventure?”

  “Is that all you see this as? A series of adventures?” I glanced around the storeroom filled to the brim with boxes. “What is this all about?”

  “A friend of mine is the general manager. I asked her for a favor.”

  “You told her about our affair?”

  “No, I told her that Ralph was home already and I wanted to give him a welcome home gift.”

  I was stunned. “Already? Your husband’s coming home?”