Author’s Note:
The following story describes the sexual conquest of a beautiful but forbidden fruit. The story should be exciting and entertaining to read…but it is still fiction. On the other hand, real-life love and passion for your true love is the ultimate life experience. I hope that each of us will seek and find our personal soulmate, that we fall madly in love, and experience the depth of love and passion that can only be experienced with this special person. But let’s enjoy this moment together…
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Preface
Wayne and I have been close friends since freshman year of college. When we met he was an easy-going, ladies’ man and I was a studious engineer. Despite our different interests and goals, we hit it off from the start. I help him with his homework (which he seems to need a lot). He gave me a social life. There are many beautiful girls on campus. These beautiful young women are attracted to Wayne. I was happy to have some reflected light nearby.
During my senior year in college, my dating fortunes took a dramatic turn. I met a sophomore named Debbie, through Wayne of course. She is every man’s dream come true. At least she was my wet dream. Debbie was 5′-7” tall, had blonde hair that spilled down around her shoulders and the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Bee always looks like she’s ready to kiss, but when she looks at a guy and smiles at him, he usually melts into a pool of admiration.
Debbie’s breasts attract men’s attention. They are not oranges or grapefruits. They are full-blown melons. Their roundness and fullness matched the spread of her hips. From an engineering standpoint, I always wonder how such large breasts and such round hips fit around such a tight little waist. Or why this Venus balances on such long and wide legs. All in all, she is a woman who attracts attention, no matter where she is, what she is doing, or what she is wearing. Debbie is truly an amazing woman. When she walks the streets of campus, she is responsible for more construction work than the steelworkers who built the new library.
I joined a long list of guys on campus determined to make Debbie mine. Unsurprisingly, she was attracted to Wayne at first. But I saw something in him that made me think I might have a chance with her. Debbie has a very practical side. She holds conservative Chinese and Western values. She dreams of one day having a stable family with a home and children. Still, I believed I was more than just an engineering student. I believe I am a very good engineer who can reason through any problem and find adaptive solutions.
While most men try to conquer her body, I used analytical thinking to gain an edge. My focus was on Debbie’s dreams, not my own. I truly believed I had what Debbie was looking for. I had been watching Wayne perform for many years, and I was not lacking in charm, so I made it my goal to make sure Debbie knew I was the man who could give her the life she wanted.
Things started to get going between us slowly. Debbie has always been reserved and dignified. Anyone who puts too much pressure on her crashes and burns. I wondered how someone with such great looks could be so reserved. Her small-town upbringing obviously didn’t give her many dating opportunities. I tried to be as attractive as I could (keeping in mind that I was in awe of her body most of the time), but mostly I showed Debbie that I was pursuing a career that would support my family. She liked it. Let’s get serious.
When we finally announced our engagement, Wayne was very impressed. He knew I had leveraged my education to win the most popular award on campus.
After I graduated (with honors), Debbie and I got married. We never left the college town because Debbie had to finish school and I was starting my first job. Wayne stayed in town as well. We have become best friends, he still likes the girls on campus, and he got a great job at a local dealer. Wayne and I continued to play softball and basketball together. But now, Debbie and I also hang out with Wayne and his current boyfriend. Debbie and I laughed about how Wayne treated women. He had a habit of getting up close and personal with the objects of his attention. I have witnessed his seduction system at work on several occasions.
Wayne was the kind of cowboy who loved to separate a mare from the herd, break her bonds, strip her naked, saddle her, and ride her vigorously. Because of Wayne’s exploits, I nicknamed him “Cowboy.” Predictably, Debbie is embarrassed to accept the nickname. She couldn’t even imagine the image of him riding a beautiful woman.
Unfortunately Wayne never found a woman who could hold his attention for long. Of course, Wayne sometimes suggested Debbie because of her amazing beauty. Maybe it’s instinctive. Debbie blushed when Wayne told her how much her big breasts turned him on. She enjoys the compliments, but even after marriage she remains a shy, lacking confidence woman. We all know who really scored with Debbie.
The summer after Debbie graduated, she and I went on vacation to Jamaica. The deep blue waters combined with Debbie’s sparkling eyes, the spectacular sunsets and the rich island drinks made this trip unforgettable. Late one night, after a few daiquiris, I managed to take Debbie to a secluded nude beach. It took me as much effort as I could to get her to undress, as this was definitely not Debbie who could bare her charms.
I also enjoyed the night very much, kissing and caressing her naked body passionately. Right on the beach, I laid her on her back, spread her sexy legs, buried my manhood inside her, and rode her like Wayne’s mare. We made love that night and conceived Abigail, who was born the following May.
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I party
By the time Abigail’s first Christmas came around, Debbie and I had seen enough diapers for a lifetime. When Wayne invited us to his annual New Year’s Eve party, we were all ready to have a good time. Wayne’s New Year’s Eve party is just our speed. Wayne would invite four or five couples over for a relaxing evening of music, conversation, dancing and drinking. After spending most of the day feeding Abby, the dancing and drinking was a great way to go.
The only potential interruption to the party (for me) is the low probability that the local utility company I work for might ask me to leave in the event of an emergency response. I moved quickly through the company’s engineering staff. The regional service manager warned me not to venture too far from his pager on New Year’s Eve. Even though there was a hint of trouble that night, concerns about an event like Y2K made year-end reliability crucial. The manager would call me in.
As soon as the wrapping paper was removed from the Christmas presents, Debbie began planning her outfit for Wayne’s party. It had been a while since I had taken her on a date that required formal attire. My fault. Debbie told me plainly that she needed a new dress for the party. Eventually she decided on a short, simple, dark blue satin dress with spaghetti straps.
When she tried that dress on me, it became clear that it was made specifically for my wife. Carefully picked up in front and back, it hugged her breasts and hips gently like a mother’s embrace. I’ve seen other women wear dresses that matched their femininity… Debbie’s dress also contrasted dramatically with her flat stomach and slim waist. Only a long zipper allowed her to wrap herself in a figure-eight figure of tight fabric.
This dress is Debbie’s all the way: the simple color and cut accentuate the sexy image underneath. I’m sure she will be the most beautiful woman at Wayne’s party. From a man’s point of view, Debbie’s new dress is thoughtfully gift-wrapped. I look forward to opening Debbie’s package on New Year’s Eve because I will see her wearing her new dress. Of course, I had no way of knowing that anyone else would have this honor, or more.
We arrived at the New Year’s Eve party around 8:30 and were greeted by Wayne. As was his custom at this gathering, he wore a baggy short-sleeved shirt adorned with a wild island print. Years ago, he had told us that he thought the cold would stay away, at least on this night of the year. I was surprised not to see his latest companion, Wendy. Wayne sadly explained that Wendy, a flight attendant he had met on a trip in early December, had boarded an early flight. The way Wayne said it, I think he meant she was going to run away, and that was the point.
So awesome. She was a brunette beauty that Debbie and I were attracted to in a very short time. And I didn’t mind looking at her slim body and shapely legs. Wayne obviously didn’t mind looking around either, but that was a problem for Wendy. When Debbie took off her coat, Wayne had no such problem. I laughed to myself because it took Wayne several minutes to take his eyes off my wife. Debbie was so mesmerizing tonight!
The other couples arrived shortly after us. By nine o’clock everyone had arrived and stories of the best and worst gifts of the season were shared. Lisa and Kevin are the couple we are most familiar with. Kevin is very straightforward. He had mixed drinks at the beginning. He said the drinks were to cleanse his palette for the champagne later. Kevin gets too drunk sometimes, but I’m not too worried about Kevin. He’s basically harmless.
However, I was starting to get a little worried about Wayne. He took a few sips of his drink and his expression soon became more aggressive. Wayne and Wendy are going to be in trouble, because it seems he has decided he needs new conquests. It seems he is ready to pick a new mare out of the herd to chase next time…and he is not waiting until tomorrow!
I remember what Wayne jokingly called the “predator assessment,” a selection technique he boldly used on women at parties. I don’t like seeing his ego bruised, but it’s fun to watch his antics sometimes. A few years ago, Wayne told me, this “predator assessment” began with an innocent one-on-one conversation with a woman. Sometimes during the conversation he would gaze intently into her eyes. When he was concentrating, he would deliberately lower his gaze to examine her breasts and nipples, making sure she was looking at him. After enough time had passed and it was clear to him that he was assessing her potential for later use, he would raise his eyes again and look directly at her. If she smiled at him, he would know he had found the mare he could ride that night. If she frowned, he thought she would be a tough mare to break through.
Watching him go from one woman to the other in the room, almost ignoring his male guests, I headed for the kitchen for a fresh drink. He immediately approached Debbie. I watched them banter for a few minutes. Then I saw him lower his eyes, examining Debbie’s pride and joy with the precision of a surgeon. He looked at my wife and, as predicted, she gave him a rare third reaction. Debbie blushed and nervously covered her breasts with her hands. This was Wayne’s favorite reaction. He knew this type of woman could make a wonderful discovery…and Debbie gave him the charm that made her the most beautiful woman he had ever held.
At this point, I remembered Wayne’s greatest accomplishment. It was literally breaking a woman’s bonds and bending her soul to his will. I stopped worrying about Wayne and started worrying about the women at his parties, especially Debbie. I looked for my pager, sadly it was still there. I hurried back to spoil Wayne’s fun.
It’s ten o’clock and those of us who have been to Wayne’s New Year’s Eve parties know it’s time to dance. A few years ago, there was a serious incident involving an injured leg and damaged self-esteem, caused largely by the inconsideration of those who idolized John Travolta. Afterwards, Wayne strongly encouraged guests to take off their shoes and dance “Waikiki style.”
Four of the women, including Debbie, knew this beforehand. They arrived at the party without nylons but with painted toenails. Bill’s wife Annemarie certainly didn’t get the memo. After listening to some hot Beach Boys tunes, she took off running across Wayne’s Berber carpet wearing nylons. I saw her slip off during a break and when she returned her socks were missing.
I had so much fun that I forgot about work for at least half an hour. Just after half past ten my pager rang. When I called the office I got bad news. They wanted me to go to the power command center, which might have to wait until the morning. Debbie did not take this news well either. Wayne must have seen our long faces, because he walked around. I said sorry and we went to get our coats. Wayne’s mind clicked and he immediately came up with an idea. He assured me that Debbie was having a great time and it would be a shame for her to miss out on all that fun just because I had to leave. He was right, but I didn’t realize what kind of fun he had prepared for my wife.
I could tell that Debbie was as happy to see him that night as I was to see her in a long time. I looked at her confused. She was too shy to express her feelings to Wayne, so I suggested that they stay. Her face brightened almost imperceptibly. Wayne promised to take her home as soon as the party was over. I was worried about leaving Debbie with Wayne, but I knew something he didn’t. Debbie’s FM reception is very well developed. FM reception? Her ” loyalty meter ” is always on high. I have complete confidence in Debbie’s loyalty.
Wayne, on the other hand, is brimming with confidence. Tonight he has found the object of his desire, and his only real competition is the back. In a somewhat drunken state, he plans to isolate Debbie from the other guests, break her bonds, and luckily saddle up her amazing body for a nice ride later in the evening.
Debbie may have strong FM reception, but Wayne knew that like all women, she had an AM channel… an ” animal meter ” tuned to her existence. Wayne wasn’t trying to convince Debbie to obey him. Instead, he planned to increase her AM volume dramatically until her own body turned off her FM channel. She would be his in time. After I left, he hoped to bury his growing manhood between her smooth, sexy thighs for a few hours. He also has an ace up his sleeve. He plans to exploit Debbie’s lack of confidence to his advantage.
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II – Touching Debbie
My departure did not interrupt the party for long. After I left, Wayne lined up and played his favorite old song: “Devil in a Blue Dress.” The fast-paced tune soon had his guests dancing and swaying with excitement, just as they had been before I left. Even shy Debbie was thrilled by the moment. Her dress was so tight that it barely concealed her beauty and gait. She wiggled her big breasts while Wayne’s male friends looked on in admiration. She swayed her sexy hips and her smooth thighs were briefly exposed. But most seductively, from time to time, out of instinct, she would thrust her huge V right into Wayne. Meticulous care had been taken to maintain the integrity of the fabric of her dress and to conceal her charms.
She is not the devil in the blue dress. Despite her energy, she looked like a radiant Victorian angel in her blue dress. However, everyone in the room had evil thoughts. Every man had his eyes on my wife, some furtively, some more boldly. Although she does not realize it, she is a member of a one-person construction crew. All the pants in the room were pitched up like tents. Wayne especially loved her sexy dance. The angel in blue now confirmed his desire in a very graphic way. He was determined for his guest to experience his innocent thrusts deeply… by pressing his cock between her soft thighs. However, now he needed to calm his raging erection, which was already big enough to attract everyone’s attention. He went to the kitchen to prepare some drinks.
While Wayne was entertaining the guests, Kevin came in and pulled Debbie onto the dance floor. Kevin was now very drunk and the large bulge in his pants was still visible. Kevin is direct when sober. He was very forceful when drunk. He shut down very quickly, which immediately put Debbie on the defensive. He immediately aimed for that ass that had been so prominent in her recent thoughts. Debbie tried to turn the topic around. Kevin responded by hugging her tightly and grabbing her breasts, which he had seen jiggle so seductively. This time, Debbie finally broke free of his grip. She practically ran to Wayne. Her red face said it all. No words were spoken, but Kevin remained silent all evening. Debbie snuggled closer to Wayne, which was fine by her.
Wayne began mixing slow songs with upbeat tunes. The couples mostly stay together, which suits Wayne’s purposes. He was very careful not to put too much pressure on Debbie, which meant he needed some extra time with her. His current goal is to keep her drinking and “accidentally” touch her body from time to time.
My best friend also tried to steer Debbie towards the friendliest of couples. Kevin finds just the right target, pounding and grinding Lisa at a fast pace and kneading her ass and tits at a slower pace. Lisa was relieved to see Kevin back and she intended to keep his attention. She was responding to his advances, pressing her hips against his crotch. Wayne made sure Debbie understood all of this.
Wayne was older than me, something Debbie couldn’t help but notice. He had a few scars on his upper arms and a broad chest. Debbie could see but not feel the red hair sticking out of his shirt collar. She liked his chest hair and glanced at it secretly. Wayne noticed her looking and acted on the shy woman’s curiosity. He pressed her body completely into his, pressing her breasts into his chest.
During a slow song, Wayne puts Debbie’s arms around his neck and touches her waist. His hands are going lower and lower. Two other women are getting butt massages from their dance partners. Wayne slides his hands down Debbie’s silk-covered waist to the curve of her hips. Debbie freezes. She summons courage and whispers in his ear, “Wayne, please don’t do this.” He backs away.
During the next slow song he tried again and she stiffened again. He wondered if he hadn’t given her enough alcohol. But this time he didn’t hesitate, he simply cupped her smooth buttocks with his hands but didn’t caress her cheeks. For him, overcoming shyness and complaining was not enough. They danced. He began to caress her buttocks subtly, with movements that seemed unintentional to her. His actions had the desired effect. Her cheeks became more sensitive to his touch, wanting to be held by him.
He became more and more daring, and soon he was able to pound her ass at will. He was getting an erection and she could clearly feel his erection on her stomach. When the song ended, he grabbed her rounded hips and pressed her firmly against his crotch. That night, the volume of her AM increased significantly for the first time. Debbie blushed. Was it because of embarrassment or excitement? Her AM and FM dials were competing for a chance to be heard. Debbie’s body began to prepare for the coming event. Her pussy began to get wet.
