An Introduction to the Roadhouse
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Karen and I bought a light keeper's house, which was on a two-mile road. Our house was about one-third of a mile from the lighthouse. The lighthouse has been nonoperational for five years and sits at the water's edge at the road's end. The local college students use it as a lovers' lane, parking by the lighthouse to accomplish their goals. The locals call the road 'Make Out Lane' instead of the original, 'Lighthouse Lane.' We enjoy the house with all its old fashion things, plus a mystery a day seems to always show up.
Karen holds a full professorship at the local college, and I have an assistant professorship at the same college. Her department requires many trips presenting the papers she writes in her field. She will be gone at least once per month and sometimes two visits.
I was alone in the house one night with a storm blowing in from the northeast. With bolts of lighting up the surrounding area, I was startled to hear knocking on our door, along with the hand rung bell we use as a doorbell. I looked out the side window, and a young lady was standing in the rain-drenched to the skin. I opened the door and let her in out of the rain.
"What in the world are you doing out in this weather?"
"I need some help."
"My goodness, what is the problem?"
As she dripped on my hallway floor, she attempted to tell me her problem. It was kind of muddled, but I understood that with her standing in soaking wet tights and over a blouse, I guess was supposed to hide her body. They certainly did not and displayed her assets very well.
"I... I... am pledging a sorority. One of the things I have to do at night... is be kissed at the top of the lighthouse. My boyfriend brought me here but got pissed at me and left."
"Well, the world won't come to an end because of that. Just explain what happened, and they will understand."
"Would you take me there and go up to the top of the lighthouse and kiss me. It would not have to be a passionate kiss. A peck will do."
I was not sure I wanted to do that as I had enough trouble just looking at her fantastic body in wet clothes. I was uneasy as it was, and making me more that way was not in the cards.
"Oh, please.. .please... I would be so grateful."
Against my better judgment, I agreed to take her there and fulfill her request. She said she had the key to the lighthouse, and how she got that, I was not sure. I did ask her if she wanted to change clothes, at least her top. My wife had plenty of tops that would fit her. She said she was fine, and with umbrellas in hand, we made our way to my car and drove to the lighthouse.
She unlocked the lighthouse door, and we dropped the umbrellas at the bottom of the steps. She picked up something on a wall shelf, and we started climbing. She was in front of me and, looking at that sweet ass of hers going up the steps, got the blood circulating to my groin. The only thing that saved me from a full-blown hard-on was all the damn steps.
We got to the top and were surrounded by glass and reflectors. The lightning kept the place in constant light. She looked just a lovely up here as she did at my door.
"You can kiss me now."
I thought I would get this over with very quickly. I kissed her and, with her arm, held out a cell phone took our picture. With that picture, I knew I had been had. With that piece of evidence, she could request anything from me she wanted. I expected a money request. What else with her having a picture of me kissing her on the top of the lighthouse.
"Mr. Bidwell, I kind of lied to you about what kind of picture I have to bring back to the sorority,"
"Like what?"
"I am supposed to bring back a picture of me blowing a man at the top of the lighthouse."
"You got to be kidding."
"Would you let me take a picture of you with your cock in my mouth? I wouldn't show your face in the picture."
And there it was. She could ask for anything. I knew what I was going to do, and I took my dick out of my pants. She immediately started kissing it and sucking it. When she put it in her mouth, multiple pictures were taken. I was pretty sure my face was in them. She asked me, "You want me to stop, Mr. Bidwell?"
I was too far gone and feebly said, "No." This young woman gave me a superb blow job. It had been a long time since I had felt the softness of a warm mouth. I shot in her mouth, and she opened her mouth and showed me my excellent work and then swallowed it.
"I think you better let me delete those pictures."
"Sorry, Mr. Bidwell, but they are already on their way to my roommate."
She started walking down the long circular stairs, and she said, "You ever want a hot fuck, give me a call. It is only $500. Got to pay for your high tuition someway." She flipped a card on the stairs and was gone. The card read, "Call Barbie." With a telephone number on the back.
I got in my car and drove home, feeling guilty from a hot blow job.
*
"Steve, how did she do? Did she get the pictures?"
"She sure did. Karen, the results were more than we expected."
Steve put the pictures on the table, and I looked at my husband kissing a young woman. The best picture of all was the young woman with his cock in her mouth. His face in agony from pleasure.
"The stupid bastard fell for it. I thought he was more street smart than that. What you don't know after fifteen years of marriage. Did she fuck him?"
"No, but I think we can get that picture if you think it is necessary."
"Not really necessary, except seeing Dudley Do-Right fucking some coed from his school."
"I would rather fuck you, baby."
"Oh, Steve, and I love when you do..."
My Stevie led me to Mel's and my bed and took me to a dreamland of his making. The man can fuck like no others. Feeling that big dick of his going in and out of me was fabulous. And oh, that orgasm when his ridge rubbed the right spot on me. Dreamland!
*
Karen was back from her trip. When I asked her how it went, she said, "Perfect." I had thought about telling her about what happened. I could get away with the kiss, but the blow job was best to be a well-kept secret. I watched her unpack and always enjoyed seeing her do that in panties and bra. Karen was a scorching woman with large beautiful breasts. She loved to be eaten, and I offered.
The bra and panties went on the floor as she lay down on our bed. My face moved to her cunt, and I did my thing. I could not believe my thoughts were only on the young woman in the lighthouse. When Karen came, I wondered what the young woman would be like doing the same thing to her.
"Do you want to fuck me, Mel?"
Of course, I wanted to fuck her, but one more time, my thoughts were riding the young lady in the lighthouse. I thought to myself, 'If I ever had a chance, I would like my cock in that young cunt.' I never saw her nude, but my imagination took care of that slipping off her wet clothes. Whoever taught her to suck cock, should be awarded the teacher of the year.
Karen got out of bed and swooped up the bra and panties on the floor and threw them in the hamper. When I had the opportunity, I went to the hamper and retrieved them. Her panties were totally stained showing that someone besides me had been in her. I was upset but no longer guilty of my lighthouse blow job.
*
Once again alone in the house, the bell rang at the door. I opened the door and found a young man of slight stature. He said, "Meet me at the lighthouse."
"Whoa, who the hell are you?"
He handed me a card which read, "Call Barbie." I watched him walk down the road to the lighthouse. I was inquisitive and followed him to a bench by the lighthouse. He sat down, and I sat down next to him.
"OK, now tell me what is going on."
"Mr. Bidwell, I was hired by your wife and her boyfriend to take pictures of me blowing you."
"My wife and her boyfriend? Give me a break. You didn't blow me."
"Look closely at my face. We kissed, and then I convinced you to let me blow you so I could take a picture for them. She plans on divorcing you and convincing a judge not to share any of both of your assets."
"Good story. Now, why are you here? What did you do with the feminine body?"
"My breasts are still small, and surgery might be necessary if the hormones don't work. I don't intend to take it all the way because I enjoy having a cock."
"That doesn't answer the question of why you are here."
"I don't like to see people get taken by an obvious gold digger, and I find you very attractive and hope we can have a relationship."
"I will admit when you came to my door the other night, I was attracted to you, but then I didn't know you had a cock."
"Would that make a big difference for you?"
"I am not sure."
"Meet me at the lighthouse tonight, and I will come as Barbie. We can just make out for a while and see if you like it, with the new knowledge. I will be here at 9 pm after dark."
He walked back up the road, and I trailed behind him, watching his ass sway like so many of the coeds on our campus. He certainly had the walk-down pat. Back home, I was unsure of what I was going to do. I then thought, 'my wife is fucking someone else, and she is about to take what is mine.' I decided to meet Barbie at nine.
*
Walking to the lighthouse, I could see that the lighthouse door was open. I went in and started climbing all the damn steps. I got to the top, and there sat Barbie on the edge of the lamp. She was not wet like the last time and looked gorgeous. It was hard to believe it was the guy I talked to this afternoon. She sat there crossed leg in a short skirt with a blouse half-open. Her breasts were not that small, and she had nothing on underneath that blouse to add to those breasts.
"Hi Mel, May I call you Mel? You look sexy tonight."
I surprised myself and went to Barbie, and we kissed. I knew I was kissing a guy, but I started getting an erection anyway. I said, "I love the way you kiss."
"I think you like it that way. I blew you too. If you want to prove I am a guy, put your hand under my skirt."
With that, she uncrossed her legs and opened her legs enough for me to check if she was a guy. Barbie had great legs and just as soft as Karen's. I found what I was looking for, and it was a package for any guy would love to have. No panties were protecting it. It was so hard feeling that. My other hand went to her blouse and felt the softness of her breasts.
"Mel, if you want to play with it. Go ahead. If you want to stroke it. Go ahead. If you want to kiss it. Go ahead. If you want to suck it. Go ahead."
"I am not sure I can do this."
"It is only a cock."
I leaned down and kissed the head. It was wet with sweetness. I did not stop, using my tongue to make more ooze out of the tip. I was throbbing from what I had done. I was ready to do the ultimate, and I took her in my mouth. My hands on her breasts, I sucked on her cock. A new experience that had me turned on something fierce. It is an experience I will never forget.
When I felt her expand in my mouth, I knew what was coming. It gushed into my mouth. It was warm and filled my mouth completely, along with her cock. When she pulled her cock from my mouth, I swallowed that delicious juice of love.
She looked into my eyes and said, "Mel, I am ready for you to fuck me." I was ready also as my pre-cum leaked down my leg. Barbie leaned over a railing by the staircase, and there it was, tempting me to put it in and fuck her. Barbie went into the pocket of her skirt and handed me a tube.
She instructed, "Honey, use this on yourself and me. It will go in a lot easier." I did just put it on my cock and doing the same to my finger before putting it up her ass. Barbie was correct as the tip of my cock hit her opening, I leaned into her, and she took it completely. She was tight. Karen was never this tight with her pussy, and it made it all so pleasurable. I fucked my Barbie, listening to her moan as I did. She knew when I was about to cum,
"Fuck me, Mel, fuck me!"
I didn't think I stopped squirting into her. I slipped out of her, and she turned and kissed me. I held her and kissed her back.
"Mel, do you think sometime I could fuck you like that?"
I answered, "Yes, and I look forward to it."
"What I really want you to do is dress up like a woman, and then we could play lesbian."
"I would like that."
"Then we will do that, Melody."
"I like that name."
We both left the lighthouse, and I made my way home. Karen and I were divorced, and she did get a large portion of my assets. The house was mine as I bought her share from her. Barbie moved in with me, and I could not be more pleased with my lover...
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