BREE
by
bobjj123
Briana Tyson Brillo stood at the mirror, Checking her new lingerie. She was satisfied that the teal green bra and bikini panties seemed to compliment her creamy smooth skin and dark auburn hair. They were shear enough, she thought as she saw her dark areolas through the flimsy bra.
Bree turned slightly and admired her flat tummy and firm body. In high school, she had been skinny and had no hips to support her clothing at the waist but child births and given her just the right changes to make her body what she saw in the mirror. Not too bad for a thirty year old, she thought knowing full well that it was near perfection.
Then, she wondered about Friday night. Was this attire right for a swingers party? Having never been to one before, she wondered.
At work, the men in her office had been constantly admiring her - mostly her stunning looks but she was also was their boss. She had grown used to the jibes and jokes in the office and the men really, for the most part, meant no harm as she counted it a poor day when she wasn't propositioned at least once.
The men in the office also knew that Bree rejected any and all advances. When they propositioned her it was rather a strange sort of compliment that they offered. They knew that she was a divorced, single mother, struggling to make a home for her two boys, aged 8 and 6, while she earned the money to support them. They respected her.
What they didn't know was the nature and extent of Bree's biggest problem. She had been a virgin when she married Sloan and she worked very hard at being a good wife. Her first experiences with sex had been less than satisfactory but she had worked very hard at improving her skills until she was very good at it. She had begun to suspect that Sloan was not so accomplished but was determined to keep him satisfied and at home.
Then, after five years of marriage and two children, Sloan had confronted her and said, "Bree you're only 26 years old and there's plenty of time for you to make a new life for yourself. I don't want to be married any more." She never saw him again, nor could he be found to serve with Divorce papers.
It had been tough those first few years as she adjusted to her new life but adjust she did! In most respects, her new life had become pleasant. It was only at night, alone in her bed that her frustration manifested itself. There, her need for sex was real and demanding. No amount of manual stimulation could pacify her needs.
Then, as the night-time frustrations spilled over into daytime, she began t look for satisfaction. She realized that her reputation forbade her going to any man at work or in her circle of acquaintances. She had no idea how to contact a professional service. It was in a downtown bar, well known for it's body exchange' that Bree went looking for a man.
Of course, she found one. . .a scoundrel who drank too much and proved to be a totally inept lover. . . Then, frustrated by his own inability to perform, had abused her physically.
After that, Bree had lived with her frustration and was sure she didn't like men. They had mistreated her and they were good for only one thing - sex!
Years passed. Then Bree was thirty. Her frustration had become a constant, nagging companion!
It was in her office one day that she heard Tony Besson talking to a male friend about the swinging life-style. Tony was recently divorced and had discovered the benefits of swinging' to support his newly acquired single status.
Bree had heard of swinging' and had never given it much thought before but Tony's talk had started her thinking. In such a setting, she could get the services of a man in a safe environment and there'd be no emotional attachment.
When Tony came into her office, later that day he started his light hearted banter with, "Hey, You wanta' go swing with me on the 23rd?" And moved on to a point of business.
When Bree answered, "I think I'd like that." Tony was stunned. Bree, the coldest woman he knew, had just agreed to go to the Paradise Club with him. He thought, surely she must be kidding.
Then, as their eyes met, he realized it was no joke. So, the date was made.
Over the next few days, Bree prepared for her big adventure. She wondered, "What do you wear to a swinger's party?" She had purchased her new lingerie and then wondered if it was appropriate. Then, she had purchased a new teal green dress that showed off her body to best effect; yet, it showed little cleavage and the hem came to just above the knee.
She had wondered how long she'd be wearing it at the party. . .
Friday afternoon of the 23rd, she had planned carefully. Home for lunch; then, kids to the grandparents for the weekend, back home to prepare for the big event. So it was that she stood admiring herself in the mirror. There was no hurry. Tony wasn't scheduled to pick her up until seven.
Then, as she prepared her dinner, she began to feel the butterflies in her stomach and felt the vague fear of the unknown along with the excitement of a new adventure. She ate sparingly lest her stomach react badly. He butterflies grew as she waited in anticipation . . .
It was promptly at seven that Tony appeared at her door, ready to take her off to her first swinger's party. With one last thought about the consequences of the action she was embarking on and a brief feeling of fear of the consequences. She might have changed her mind and stayed home but Tony was there - waiting! She steppedout her door and walked with Tony to his car.
Half an hour later, Tony and Bree had driven into the country, on to a small, country road and up to a facility with a single neon sign advertizing, "Paradise Club". The parking lot, nearly filled with cars, spoke of lots of people inside the building which once might have been a convention center. Together, they walked to the door of the club and Tony paid their admission.
Inside the club, the bar and lounge was filled with people talking and drinking as Tony directed Bree to the bar. "How about a drink?" he asked.
Bree had been filled with concern and anticipation as they entered; then finding nothing out of the ordinary, she relaxed and replied, "I'd like a martini." Then, as friendly people began to approach them and introduce themselves, Bree began to loosen up and enjoy the moment.
As Bree moved away from the bar, the orchestra began to play dance music in the adjoining room and went to investigate. Several couples were already dancing and she turned to find Tony in hopes of getting him to dance. . .it'd been a long time and the music was just right for her dance steps.
Too late, she saw Tony moving towards the dance floor with another woman. She turned and started back to the bar only to be met by the fellow she'd been introduced to as Jim.
As their eyes met, Jim, seeing approval, suggested that they dance and steered Bree back to the dance floor. Jim was a good dancer, seemed to know just how to lead her into the most intricate of dance steps. . . Her dancing skills had returned after only a single dance.
Then came the slow dance and Bree found herself in a tight embrace and Jim pressing her. She stiffened and said simply, "I'm not ready for that yet."
With that Jim seemed to lose interest and when the dance was over, Bree returned to the bar where she ordered another martini. As she drank her drink, she saw the mattresses scattered around the far side of the dance floor and remembered where she was. Had she had her own transportation, she would have left the Paradise Club. Perhaps she just wasn't ready for this. . .
Then, as she returned to the bar, she saw a lone occupant on the bar stools and moved to sit down beside him. "Having a good time?" Bree asked.
"No. About as usual. My wife's out there somewhere and I'm getting drunk as usual."
"You're not participating tonight." Bree asked.
"To me sex is more than just fucking. I'm not much into recreational sex."
"Why are you here?"
"My wife wants me to come with her."
"Wanta go for a walk?"
"Yah! It's better than solitary drinking."
So the two left the building to walk in the garden. There, they talked and like two lost souls, found solace in each other.
Then, Bree found herself asking this man without a name if he would like to fuck her. Perhaps this was the answer she was looking for. . . a gentle man who required real caring in his love making. Perhaps he was the one who could satisfy her needs!
She moved towards him and kissed him on the lips as he reacted by kissing her back. No words were spoken as the man took Bree by the hand and led her back to the club where he went directly to a section of private rooms.
There, having obtained towels, condoms, lube, etc., he led her to the assigned room. There, in the well appointed, dimly lit room, he spoke for the first time. "I want you." he said and kissed her on the lips. Bree responded . . .it was what she had come here for. Her demon hormones might be appeased.
Still, she wasn't comfortable with her decision. Had she been some place else, she migh have walked away but she was in a room with a bed and a man whose name she didn't know and the man was expecting sex.
As the man moved about the room, getting familiar, her eyes followed him and when he turned to her, she knew that the time had come - their lips met and they kissed.
As the kisses grew more familiar and their breathing became heavier and more ragged, Bree became more deeply involved. . . As they grew more familiar, Bree began to trust this man and able to relax as they played.
Consciously, she reasoned that this man carried the several inches of man-meat that she craved and he was apparently willing to use it in her. Unconsciously, and quite unbeknownst to her, she was developing a whole system of cravings . . she sought to touch and be touched. Her mind craved the intimacy. She wanted all of this man who was with her.
As the soon to be lovers moved to the bed, shedding shoes as they went, Bree was suddenly in high spirits - excited! Then, at the bedside, she felt the man's fingers unbuttoning her new green dress and she realized the her new, shear, teal green bra and panties were about to be seen by a man and it gave her a thrill.
Then, as her dress fell to the floor along with the man's trousers, she expected to pushed to the bed and be taken in the manner she'd anticipated. It was what she'd come for.
When it didn't happen, the man sat on the bed and admired her with his eyes. Bree felt his silent adoration on her face and on her breasts and on her flat belly and on her legs. She stood transfixed under his spell. Suddenly she was proud.. .proud of her body and her effect on the man. "You're very beautiful!" he said.
She was also very affected by the events transpiring. Suddenly she wanted to give the man pleasure. She wanted to repay his adoration. When she felt her bra fall free and her body lifted on to the bed, she was ready.
Again, as she lay on her back, she saw the man's adoring gaze at her bared breasts and she was proud. Never had she been so treated by a man. "They're exquisite," he said as his eyes feasted on her breasts.
Slowly the man moved beside her and kissed her on the lips as his hands covered her breasts with feather light touches. Bree lay lavishing in the ministrations she was receiving and lost in the pleasure she was receiving.
When she felt his lips on her breasts it was as though he knew exactly where to kiss or lave or caress - where to extract he most response from her. She felt moisture in her groin area and realized that she was ready.
For the first time, she looked down to see the man who was ministering to her's appendage and saw his cock standing away from his belly. She'd only seen a few but she was pretty sure that the one she was looking at was big. This is what she craved. .
Then, just as her pleasure had risen to a new level, she felt the man move and begin kissing and laving a wet trail across her belly. As she realized where he was headed, and what was surely in store for her she cried out her happiness.
But, it wasn't to be as he kissed her outer thighs and moved along the calves to her feet
where he continued to adore each toe. Slowly, the man continjued to kiss and lave his way back upwards, past the calves and on to the soft flesh of Bree's inner thighs.
There, he hesitated to allow her to react before moving upwards and with his thumbs parting her labia to expose the soft inner flesh that he wanted to lave and suckle. Then, seeing her vestibule he began his oral ministrations and was rewarded with Bree's involuntary cry of great pleasure.
For Bree this was a new experience. Her ex-husband had attempted it a few times but had never mastered the art. The man over her was an artist.
Bree had not considered the impending orgasm that the man's lips were drawing from her - then, it happened! She felt it approaching and the power and was powerless to delay it! When it struck her, Bree felt her body tense and her very essence pour out her vaginal opening and on to the man's lips. Then, she fell limp from her first orgasm ever from oral stimulation.
No longer was her quest a simple one. Had she not been so involved with the sensations of the moment, she might have tried to understand but her mind and body were focused on providing her with pleasure. It was an all encompassing focus that involved every fiber of her being.
After a time, She felt the man move and sought to restrain his lips on her sex but, being unsuccessful, she felt him move over her and kiss her on the mouth. She tasted her own juices as their tongues met and was excited.
As they kissed, she felt that man-meat that she sought at the entrance to her vagina. She needed it! She wanted it! She moved her pelvic region to accept it and with each failed attempt to lodge it in her orifice her excitement grew.
Then, the stiff cock that she craved was into her. Only the very crown was lodged into her opening but it was enough to incite her passions to new levels. It was at this point the man broke the kiss and pulled away.
"Gotta' have protection." he said as he prepared to install the condom on his cock.
"Hurry. I can't wait much longer."
"Here I come Babe. . .Are you ready?"
"Ready."
As the man mounted Bree and proceeded to place his stiff cock into her, he proceeded slowly, allowing her every chance to change her mind or stiffen her resolve.
Then, as the man's cock sank into her depths, she cried out. . .not in words of reason but strange, animal sounds of pleasure. She had anticipated pleasure but the sensations of the hard gristle going into her belly exceeded all her expectations.
Then, as it reached it's fullest extension against her cervix, she felt her lover hesitate. It was a time to gather her faculties and prepare to be taken in a fury of coital moves. If she tried, she might even be able to bring herself off before her lover had shot his wad.
Bree lay, with the huge cock firmly embedded against her cervix as her lover lay nearly motionless, kissing her neck and lips as his eyes adored her face. She wanted more, some thrusting perhaps, and tried to urge him on!
Then, their eyes met and she was subdued. . .totally under his control! She felt no need to hurry - no need to reach some sort of peak. There was only this heightened pleasure emanating from the coital connection. She kissed back.
In a bit, she felt it - a movement in her vagina! She replied with her own movement and was rewarded with more pleasure. Then, the movement, nearly imperceptible at first, rew stronger and she felt thrusting. She responded!
Soon Bree realized that she was being fucked by a real man - a real cocksman who knew how to please a woman. While married, she had known her husbands limitations and had imagined that there were men out there who might address her needs and desires to the fullest and here she had found him.
They fucked is silence, each to their own thoughts; yet, responding to each other's needs and desires in a perfect coital union. There was no need for talk as their bodies communicated perfectly.
Several times, Bree found herself on the verge of orgasm and several times, the man sensed this and changed his movements. Several times, she exerted her maximum effort to bring the man to a peak and the effort was always futile; yet, after each attempt, she felt a surge of pleasure, the intensity of which she'd never known before.
Again, in all her experience, a fuck might last three to five minutes before the man dropped his load and it was over. This was different and she lost all track of time, measuring it only in terms of her fatigue.
Above her, the man seemed to be driven by some inexhaustible source of energy and she began to fear that she couldn't keep up with him. Her joints ached and her muscles screamed for relief after this long session of missionary sex. Then, just as she was sure that she must surrender, the man spoke.
"Your turn," he said as he proceeded to roll them over, still joined, so that Bee found herself on top, in the cowgirl position. Then, new muscles and new joints came into play and Bree felt her fatigue abate.
She loved this position and had experienced it only a few times as her ex-husband hadn't wanted to do it that way. Now it was her turn to look down on her lover and adore his trim body. It was her turn to seek his eyes and communicate and it was her turn to control their body movements.
In this new position, Bee began steady, deep thrusting and extra exertion as she sought her peak. A minute later, she cried out as her orgasm rocked her body.
Still, it was not over and the man's hard cock still stood proud as she continued to swallow it with her pussy. As she continued the reciprocating motion, she felt a second peak; then a third! She was beyond anything she'd ever experienced before, her mind and body a sea of sensation. Still, the man-meat stood tall and requiring attention.
Again, Bree felt fatigue approaching and she began to wonder if she had the wherewithal to give the man satisfaction. Perhaps she. . .
Then, suddenly the man embraced her and rolled her back into the missionary position and began to thrust into her with renewed energy. He drove his long, deep thrusts into her with a fury that she had not seen before and, crippled by fatigue, she could only lay motionless, accepting the deep thrusts of his lance.
As she lay, accepting the man's harsh ministrations, her own passions soared. . . The incredible pleasure that emanated from her vagina and the total submission that she felt coursed through her being like never before!
Finally, just as she was sure that she could take no more, she felt the man, her lover, press himself deeply into her and stiffen. Then the series of jerks' that signified that he had deposited his load in the rubber. But it wasn't over.
In her dreams, the man's job was over. There in the bed, with her lover's now flaccid cock still buried in her, she craved the incredible intimacy that had developed between them. She embraced him and kissed him and caressed him as he adored her as well.
As Bree's power of reason again exerted itself, she realized that this was not part of her plan. When his tool slipped from her m ind, the man of her dreams simply disappeared but here he remained and with him the incredible intimacy. . .
Half an hour later, Bree was in the bathroom cleaning herself and primping as she dawned her teal green bran and panties and her new green dress. Then, as she returnd to the bedroom, she might have pleaded with the man to stay but he spoke first.
"You were very good! Actually, the very best! Now, get the hell out of this place and find yourself a relationship." With that he left the room.
Bree, stunned by his brusque departure, sat on the bed and tried to regain her composure. She considered the events of the evening carefully and realized that she'd gotten exactly what she'd come there for - a perhaps a little more! Suddenly, she felt no remorse! Her spirits were high as she left the room.
Then, finding Tony, her escort to the club, passed out drunk, she took a taxi, at considerable expense, home where she slept soundly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A year passed and Bree did go out and find a relationship. In fact she found several ver compatible fuck-buddy' relationships where she could share sex and intimacy without interference with her other life responsibilities.
Then, her ex-husband, Sloan, came back into her life with a plea to get together again. He explained that he'd been wrong when he left her and he wanted her back. Bree had listened to his plea and considered it carefully before she said, "Sloan, you were a shitty husband while we were together and in spite of the two kids we made together, you were a bum fuck! I tried hard to make our marriage work and you deserted me. Why would I want you back?
This time, as Sloan walked out of her life, she felt only joy! She didn't need him! On the other hand, before there had been hate and bad feelings; this time she felt only joy!
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