The Cramp-Ch. 01
THE CRAMP
By: Nouveauxman
This is a re-posting of my first effort under another name.
Since Ive now completed Ch. 02, I thought I should start
at the beginning again.
This tale is a work of fiction. Its source is my lustful
imagination. I wish that I were the male protagonist, but
alas, its only a fantasy. If you are under eighteen or do
not wish to read sexually explicit material, exit now.
In addition, this story revolves around a cheating wife.
If you dont wish to read about wicked, sinful, taboo, steamy,
adulterous sex, exit now. All rights reserved.
Denise was riding an anonymous cock and was building to
a glorious climax. Just as she was about to orgasm, a terrible
blaring noise brought her out of her erotic dream. As she
fought for consciousness, her husband, Tom, reached over
and shut off the screeching alarm. She gradually arrived
at reality and realized that she was dripping wet and extremely
horny. She reached for her husbands cock, but he pushed
her hand away.
Not now, honey, he said. Ive got a motion calendar
hearing in an hour. Gotta fly! Keep it warm for me, Baby.
Tom gave her a perfunctory kiss and rushed to jump in the
shower.
Denise understood. Tom was the youngest associate in a
large trial firm and caught many of the early hearings.
However, understanding the situation mentally was one
thing but appeasing her horny body was another. While Tom
was in the shower, she groaned and slipped one, and then
two fingers into her sopping sex and began to finger fuck
herself. She managed a weak orgasm before Tom returned,
but she still longed for manflesh.
Tom and Denise were a beautiful yuppie couple. He was tall,
dark and handsome, and she was an exquisite blond, blue-eyed
sex kitten. She was 5' 7" tall with long shapely
legs that seemed to go on forever. Her lips were full and
sensual, and her body would shame an hourglass. Her upturned
breasts were 36Ds, and her firm derriere brought stifled
moans from the men who ogled her. Denise enjoyed being ogled,
and her entire being radiated sexuality.
After Toms departure, Denise remembered that she had
a tennis date with Veronica, the wife of one of the senior
partners in the firm. She was to meet Ronnie at the exclusive
country club where all the senior partners were members.
She arose, showered, put on the little makeup that she customarily
wore, breakfasted and dressed in one of her skimpy tennis
outfits that left little to the imagination. She barely
made it to the club by the appointed time. After she parked
her compact car between two luxury vehicles and was walking
toward the courts, she wondered how long it would be before
she and Tom could afford a club membership. She also thought
about the fact that she was still horny.
As Denise approached the courts , Veronica turned in her
shaded seat next to the clubhouse and waved cheerily. Although
Ronnie was in her late thirties she looked much younger.
Tall and tan and voluptuous, she just oozed sexuality.
Ronnie was extremely bawdy, and Denies was often embarrassed
as her earthy comments and equally often didnt know when
Ronnie was serious or just kidding. Most of Ronnies conversations
quickly turned to the topic of sex, and she was constantly
complaining that her husband, Jim, was a sexual dud. Denise
plopped down in a chair at Ronnies table with an audible
sigh.
Whats up, Darlin? You dont sound so good, Veronica
said in her sassy southern drawl.
Oh Ronnie, Im horny and frustrated. Denise sighed
and told Ronnie about her morning.
Veronica laughed heartily and said, You should do what
I do and take a lover to remove those horns.
Denise turned crimson and replied indignantly, No thanks,
I could never cheat on Tom!
Veronica laughed even louder and rolled her eyes. Suit
yourself, Sweetlips, but look over there and see the handsome
stud that stokes my fires with his big, fat prick. Ill lend
him to you if you beg real hard.
Denise swivelled her head around and looked out on the courts,
but the only male there was John, the tennis pro who was giving
a lesson to a young girl. He looked up and waved to the two
of them. Denise blushed furiously and averted her eyes.
Youre not serious, she whispered to Veronica..
Ronnie replied, Deadly serious, on both counts. He can
fuck and suck for hours, and hes yours if you really want
him.
NO! Denise exclaimed. Can we drop this topic, please?
Sure, Ronnie crooned, but you dont know what youre
missing.
The women picked up their rackets and headed toward their
assigned court. They began playing, and as a result of the
strenuous activity and the warm, humid weather, Denise
gradually became dangerously overheated and dehydrated..
Then in the fourth game of the second set, she ran hard to
get a wide shot and suddenly dropped to the court with an
excruciating cramp in her left calf. As she was writhing
in pain, Veronica and John ran to her aid. John took her calf
in his strong hands and began to massage the knotted muscles.
That helped somewhat, but she had a major league charley
horse that demanded more intensive attention.
Ronnie and John helped Denise to a chair, and Veronica asked,
John, can you get Bill on the phone and see if he can help
Denise? Bill was the club masseur.
John immediately went into the clubhouse to call Bill at
the main facility over by the golf course. Veronica excused
herself to Denise and followed him, saying over her shoulder,
Ill get you something to drink, honey. We need to get some
fluids into you. A Gatorade should help.
On her way inside, Veronica formulated a plan that had nothing
to do with cramped muscles, thinking, Thats not all we
need to get into you.
Once inside, Veronica whispered in Johns ear, That young
lady needs more than her leg massaged. Shes horny as hell
and ripe for the plucking. Listen to my plan.
As she talked to John a lecherous grin spread across his
countenance. John in turn explained the situation to Bill
who laughed and said, Bring her over. This sounds like
fun.
The two conspirators drove Denise to the main clubhouse
in a golf cart, and John assisted her down the stairs to a
large furnished communal room in the basement. Off to one
side were the showers, the steam room, the jacuzzis, and
the sauna. On the other side were a fitness center and Bills
office and massage room.
Denise had never met Bill, and through her pain she appraised
him appreciatively. Her first thought was, What a handsome,
sexy man. He had dark black wavy hair and a rugged profile.
He was wearing a navy tee shirt with the club logo, matching
navy shorts and white athletic shoes and socks. He was tan
and trim with a muscular build, not steroid pumped, but
rock hard nonetheless. He looked like he could be a professional
athlete. His piercing blue eyes were fixed upon Denise
with the proper degree of concern but also with something
else in them that made her uncomfortable. Denise felt that
he was stripping her naked with his eyes.
After the necessary introductions, Bill kneeled down
and felt her throbbing calf. As he stood he looked directly
into Denises eyes and spoke, Im almost finished with
a client and will need to set up the room again. Give me twenty
minutes, and Im all yours. Then well see if we can take
care of your little problem. Denise shivered under his
steady gaze.
Bill suggested that Denise soak in the jacuzzi until he
was ready for her, saying that the heated pool would be good
for the cramped leg. Denise demurred, saying, I dont
have a bathing suit.
Ronnie said, Ill join you, and well skinny dip. John
has to go back to the tennis courts, and theres nobody else
here. Besides, the jacuzzi will be good for your cramp.
Denise reluctantly agreed, and she and Veronica disrobed
in the ladies dressing room, showered, and wrapped themselves
in large towels. At the edge of the jacuzzi, they dropped
their towels and entered the swirling water. Veronica
picked up a house phone and ordered a bottle of Chardonnay
wine and two glasses which were delivered within five minutes.
After about ten minutes passed, Denises leg began to feel
slightly better in the heated maelstrom. She felt even
better after two glasses of wine. As they chatted, Veronica
patted Denises thigh several times for emphasis. Then
she placed her hand on Denises thigh again, began rubbing
it gently, and said, Ill bet Bill could get your juices
flowing and take care of your horny little itch. Denise
blushed and protested, but she began to feel an insistent
warmth between her legs at the thought of Bill making love
to her.
After another ten minutes and another glass of wine, Bill
appeared and said, Lets go, pretty lady. Come into my
parlor. He handed Denise a towel and turned his back. She
climbed out of the jacuzzi, wrapped herself in the towel,
and limped into the massage room behind him. She was a little
nervous about having the handsome man give her a massage.
However, the pain in her calf was insistent, and the alcohol
dulled her inhibitions. In fact, she was more than a little
tipsy.
Bill instructed Denise to mount the table and lie prone.
He spread another large towel over her and told her to remove
the one wrapped around her torso. She nervously complied,
and he laughingly said, Dont worry, Im a professional
and wont hurt youtoo much!
The first thing Bill did was to put a hot pack on her left calf.
He then lowered the towel from her shoulders and folded
it so that it only covered her ass and upper thighs.
Denise protested, Why is it necessary to uncover me? I
thought you were only going to massage my leg.
Bill responded that the hot pack had to remain on her calf
for about fifteen minutes before he could effectively
knead out the cramp. In the meantime he would give her a full
body massage to release the tension in the rest of her body
and to relax her mentally, which in turn would help the muscles
in her leg to relax. Denise acquiesced as Bill poured warm
oil onto his hands and began the massage.
Bill first massaged the muscles in her neck and moved down
to her shoulders. As he worked on her upper body, Denise
began to enjoy the sensations of the warm oil and the strength
of his hands kneading her muscles. This was her first massage,
and the thought crept into her mind that it was very erotic.
He massaged her upper back and gradually worked downward
until his hands were massaging her lower back just above
the beginning of the curvature of her lovely ass. Denise
soon realized that he was turning her on. Her pussy began
to moisten, and she trembled slightly. Just as she was about
to tell him to stop, Bill removed his magic hands and moved
to the head of the table. As he stood in front of Denise, he
leaned over to work on her shoulders and upper back once
again. He pushed downward, and his groin came in contact
with the top of her head.
Denise was startled by something hard pushing against
her head. Is that his cock? she wondered. She was afraid
to lift her head and look, but she found that the thought
excited her immensely. She moaned almost inaudibly, and
Bill smiled to himself. He moved to her left and began kneading
the muscles in her arm. As his hands moved slowly down the
length of her arm, Bill pulled to straighten it and stood
with his fully erect cock pressed against the back of her
left hand for a few moments. Denise gasped and thought,
It is his cock, and its hard. She turned her head to her
left and saw a large bulge in his shorts. Bill heard her gasp
again and watched lecherously as she stared at his stiffened
prick. He acted as if nothing had happened, however, and
started massaging each of the fingers on her hand. Denise
was more than turned on by all of this, and she felt her sex
becoming increasingly wet.
Denise knew that she should say something, call the massage
to a halt, and leave, but the erotic sensations now coursing
through her body prevented her from doing so. She began
to breathe heavily. Bill pretended not to notice, nonchalantly
moved around to the other side of the table and repeated
the performance on her right arm and fingers. Except that
this time he didnt press his hardened prick against her
hand. Denise was anticipating another contact with his
erection and realized that she was disappointed. She silently
cursed herself as a slut for wanting Bill to touch her with
his rigid prick.
Bill then moved down to the foot of the table, and began to
work on the toes of her right foot and then her foot and ankle.
His hands gradually moved upward, firmly kneading her
calf and then her thigh. Denise began to squirm, hoping
that he wouldnt notice her agitated state. Her pussy was
sopping wet now, and she began to fantasize that Bill was
making love to her. Bill reached up and folded the lower
end of the towel up onto Denises rounded ass until only
her ass was covered. Denise was alarmed but didnt move.
She wondered, Can see my pussy? But the idea that he might
be looking at her wetness only made her hotter and wetter.
She thought, Ive got to stop this from going any further.
Im married! However, her virtuous thought was not translatedinto
action as she lay passive under Bills hands.
Bills ministrations continued until both of his hands
were massaging her upper thigh just centimeters from the
promised land. He had an unobstructed view of Denises
dripping pussy, and he smiled lecherously as he watched
her hips begin to grind slowly against the table.
Bill stopped short of touching Denises sex and began to
devote his attention to her left leg. He removed the hot
pack and gave special attention to the massage of the cramped
calf. As he kneaded the knotted muscles, they finally relaxed
to the point that Denise felt nothing in her calf except
the faint remembrance of the former pain. This left her
free to fully enjoy the erotic sensations of pleasure and
lust now filling her body.
Bills tactics of gentle massage followed by sexual touching
and then withdrawal were driving Denise insane. She tensed
with excitement as he massaged upward along her left leg
to her upper thigh. As his hands and fingers approached
her pussy again, Denise unconsciously pushed herself
downward and to the left in a vain attempt to touch her dripping
sex against Bills fingers.
Thoughts of Tom invaded Denises consciousness, but she
shunted them aside. She rationalized, Hes only giving
me a massage, and I can stop him if he tries to go too far.
Bill placed one hand on each of her thighs and began to gently
stroke upward and downward, each time coming closer and
closer to her steaming, wet pussy. Closer and closer--
higher and higher-- hotter and hotter-- wetter and wetter!
With each upward stroke, Denise gasped as she inhaled and
held her breath in anticipation. As Bills hands stroked
downward, she would exhale with an audible moan.
Hup.....mmmm! Hup....mmmm! Hup....mmmmmmmm! Denise
didnt even realize that she was making any noise.
Bill abruptly stopped and removed the towel covering her
ass. Denise cried out, Stop! Dont! But the cry was only
in her mind. No words were uttered aloud. Bill began massaging
the twin globes of her ass, and Denise rhythmically moved
against his hands. She was on fire now.
She felt a drop of the oil Bill was using run down the crack
between her twin cheeks to her anus, and she cried, Ohhhhh!
as he used a finger to wipe it up. She quivered when he next
spread her cheeks to gaze upon her puckered asshole, and
when he leaned over and softly blew against it, she wailed,
Noooooo! Dooooont.
Bill reached down and spread her thighs until they were
wide apart, and the glistening mouth of her sex was open
to him. He massaged all around the pulsating lips of her
pussy without actually touching them. By this time her
moaning was a constant litany of Oooooooohs and Ahhhhhhs,
and when he leaned over again and blew softly on her pussy,
she squealed and cried, Oh God! At that very moment, the
most intense orgasm that she had ever felt thundered through
her body. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as
she moaned, Nooooooooo!!!!!
Bill stepped back and dropped his shorts and briefs. He
placed his left hand on Denises lower back and gently but
firmly pushed down to restrain her bucking hips. He grasped
his raging erection with his right hand and placed it against
Denises flooded pussy. He gently pushed forward until
the head was just inside her. Feeling the intrusion, Denise
awakened from her sexual trance, jerked her head up, looked
over her shoulder in a panic and frantically cried, No!
Stop! Im married. If you dont stop this instant, Im going
to scream at the top of my lungs!
Bill laughed and replied emphatically, I know youre
married; you know youre married; but my cock and your pussy
dont care that youre married. Theyre too hot to give
a damn. I wont fuck you if you really dont want me to, but
Im going to rub my cock against your hot little married
pussy until I come. You got yours, and now I want mine. Scream
all you want. The rooms soundproof. Relax and enjoy!
Denise continued to plead, but she lay back down and closed
her eyes. Bill deliberately kept her waiting for a few moments
until she began to wonder what he was doing. Part of her mind
continued to protest, and another part screamed for his
touch. Her hips began to move of their own accord.
Bill moved back to her, took his rigid cock in hand, and began
rubbing it against her swollen lips again. Up and down,
up and down, up and down. The cock moved slowly and insistently
as Bill tormented her. He pressed forward ever so slightly
with each upward stroke. Denises pleas went from a steady
stream of Nos to silence to a steady stream of Ohs. Bill
continued to rub and press his cock against and into Denise
until the entire head was inside her pussy once more. He
pushed it downward and began to rub it against her throbbing
clitoris. Denise started panting and squealing.
She made one final effort to remain faithful to Tom. Please
dont fuck me! Only my husband has fucked me. The plea didnt
sound very convincing, either to Bill or to herself.
Im not fucking you. Im just massaging the inside of your
sweet, married pussy, Bll replied confidently. He knew
that it was just a matter of time until her complete seduction
and surrender.
Denise fell silent with anticipation. Bill rubbed his
prick up and down and all around while gradually penetrating
her depths more and more. Denise involuntarily began pushing
her pussy back against the insistent cock that was gradually
filling her. Finally, Bill had all eight inches inside
her, and his pubis was pressed against her. His lower abdomen
was tight against her ass. He paused for a few moments and
then flexed his cock. Denise moaned ecstatically and squeezed
him with her inner muscles. She thought, Hes fucking
me, and I dont want him to stop! As Bill began to rhythmically
pump her, she shouted, Yes! MORE! MORE! MORE! In a frenzy
now, she banged her head repeatedly against the table.
Suddenly, Bill withdrew his cock from her slippery tube.
She raised up and cried out disappointedly, No, dont
take it out! Put it back!
Bill barked in reply, Turn over on your back, and spread
those gorgeous legs for me. Denise scrambled to comply.
Once she was on her back and had opened her thighs to him,
Bill said, Now spread those sweet pussy lips for me. She
quickly obeyed, and her fingers opened her pink wetness
to him. Denise felt like a wanton slut, as Bill lustfully
stared at her bright pink pussy. She was hotter and wetter
now than she had ever been in her life. Her juices literally
flowed onto the cheeks of her ass. She wanted him desperately.
Bill leered and gave her a final order. Now, tell me that
you want me to fuck your hot, married pussy.
She gulped but didnt hesitate. She was in heat, Fuck my
hot pussy!
What kind of hot pussy? Bill lewdly insisted.
MY HOT, MARRIED PUSSY, she shouted. FUCK MY HOT, MARRIED
PUSSY NOW!
Bill slid easily into her and fucked her furiously. Denise
clutched him to her with her arms and wrapped her legs around
his back. She humped violently against him trying futilely
to get more of his cock inside her, but he had no more to give.
More, give me more. Give it to me, she pleaded and then,
Yes! Yes! YES! Oh thats so fucking good. Dont ever stop.
But all good things must come to an end. Bill fucked her relentlessly
until they were both on the cliffs overlooking their mutual
climaxes. Denise cried out, Come with me! Come with me!
Fill me with your cum, you bastard! Bill pumped harder
and faster.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Simultaneously, Bill
convulsed and shot his cum deep into her clutching pussy.
Denise bit down sharply into the flesh of his shoulder,
and her nails clawed at his back. She climaxed again and
again as each spasm of cum from his pulsating cock coated
the walls of her pussy. Finally, she collapsed and lost
consciousness. For the first time in her young life, Denise
had experienced le petit mort, the little death. As
they lay together and she gradually regained her senses,
Denise felt no remorse. That would come later. All she felt
now was exhausted satisfaction. Bill kissed her tenderly,
saying, Lady that was something else! She only purred
in response and snuggled into his warm embrace.
As they continued to cuddle in the afterglow of their lovemaking,
Bills now flaccid cock slipped out of Denises well-fucked
pussy. She mewled in disappointment.
Kissing her gently, he said, I want you to come back for
an appointment tomorrow at ten oclock. I want to check
that calf again , and I want to check this again. Then, he
dipped a finger into their flowing juices and inserted
it into her mouth. As Denise eagerly sucked his finger and
tasted their mutual flavors, she knew that she would return.
On the other side of the one-way mirror in Bills office,
Veronica and John watched as they recovered from the fucking
John had given Ronnie from the rear. Ronnie chuckled, Now,
thats the way to get rid of a cramp......and scratch an
itch!
To be continued.
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