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We have a new gym near our house. Ashley and I joined to try to keep in shape. We go to work out as often as possible and were pleased to have met some other couples our age. Kyle and Megan were one couple we hit it off with. One night after working out, we talked about stopping for a drink, and Kyle suggested we could go to their house instead of stopping at a bar. We all agreed, and Ashley and I followed them to their home. We were still in our workout clothes, shorts and T-shirts. Ashley has nice 36D breasts, and Megan has fantastic breasts too. Ashley always wore a thin bra when she worked out, and her nipples would show. I noticed that Kyle was always eyeing her, and to my surprise, Megan too. We sat in the kitchen, cracked a beer, and shot the breeze. We talked about exercising, and Kyle said they had some old workout equipment in the basement but seldom used it. I asked him what equipment he had, and he said he'd show us. We went down to his workout room. One of the things that he had was a bench press machine. He told Megan to lie down and demonstrate it to us. Megan laid down and showed us how it worked. Her tits were pressing against her T-shirt, and her nipples were showing like Ashley's. I remarked that this was an excellent exercise to build up your chest muscles. Megan said, "Oh, I know. Why don't you show them, honey?" Kyle leaned over Megan on the bench and pulled her top up above her tits. To our surprise, Megan smiled a huge smile instead of protesting. Then Kyle unhooked her front closure bra and opened it. Her firm tits defied gravity and stayed right where they at. The sudden exposure to cool air made her nipples harden, and the surrounding areolae pucker up. "I love my girls! Don't you?" Megan asked. Megan gave Ashely a long look and said, "I bet yours are just as nice or nicer. I will admit, I love looking at them at the gym. It makes my workout time go by so much faster!" Ashley blushed and stammered, "Uhh...thanks. I do like my titties too, I admit it." With that, Ashley slowly raised her shirt and unhooked her bra, showing off her firm, slightly larger, tits. Megan, the boldest one in the room, said: "Maybe you boys would like to see more than just titties? What do you think, Ashley?" Caught off guard even more, Ashley was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Well, as long as we have gone this far, we might as well take off all our clothes, I guess." Kyle said, "I've got an idea, Dylan. Why don't you pull Megan's shorts off, and I'll pull Ashley's shorts off?" I looked at Ashley, and Megan looked at Kyle, and everyone agreed. Kyle and I stooped down next to each other. Megan moved over next to me, and Ashley moved in front of Kyle. My hands were shaking a little as I put my fingers in the elastic waistband of Megan's shorts, and I slowly pulled them down to see her in a thong. I looked up at her, and she smiled and told me to finish the job. I looked at Kyle. He had Ashley's shorts down around her ankles and her panties halfway down her legs, and he couldn't take his eyes off her pussy. I pulled Megan's thong down and said, "Man, what a beautiful pussy!" Kyle followed up with, "Same here!" Both girls smiled at the compliments. Megan stepped out of her shorts and thong and spread her legs apart, putting my face just inches away from her bush. I looked up at her and asked, "You don't mind, do you?" I reached behind her, grabbed her cheeks, and pulled her pussy into my face. She put her hands on my head and said, "Are you going to eat my pussy or just sniff it?" I mumbled, "As good as I can, baby." I started licking her slit and nibbling her clit, then I sucked it in my mouth and flicked my tongue on it. She began to moan. Then I could hear Ashley moaning and looked over to see Kyle down between her legs eating her pussy. Kyle had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was jacking off. He had a nice size cock, what looked like eight inches, and fat. Ashley was going to like this. Megan started backing up to the couch as I followed her with my mouth. She laid down and spread her legs as wide as she could to give me full access to her. Now I could combine working her clit with broad tongue strokes aimed right into her core at her opening. I had pulled my cock out too and was stroking it. Megan said, "Dylan, why don't you stand up and take off your shorts." I stood up, pulled down my shorts, and stepped out of them, and Megan reached up, grabbed my cock, and pulled me over to her. She put her mouth around my cock and started sucking it, and she could really suck cock. She put her hands around my ass and pulled me in and out of her mouth. I thought I was going to cum and said, "I think I'd better fuck you before I cum." I got between her spread legs with my cock in my hand. I was fumbling, trying to find her pussy. Megan reached down, put her hand around my cock, and started it in. She was wet and well-lubricated as my cock slipped in. I started stroking in and out, and she put her legs around me and pulled me in more. Megan smiled, "Oh man Dylan, you've got a nice fat cock like my husband. Fuck me good baby, I need it!" I pounded my cock in and out of her as she continued to moan, and then she yelled that she was cumming. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kyle and Ashley were on the other couch. Kyle had Ashley's legs up against his chest as he pounded his cock in and out of her. Kyle moaned, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," as he pushed his pelvis against Ashley as hard as he could, filling her up with his big cock and his spunk. Watching Kyle fuck Ashley made me horny as hell, and feeling Megan's cunt around my cock was all it took as I shot my load in her. She could feel my cum and said, "Yeah, baby, give me all your cum, fill me up." I didn't think I would ever stop cumming, but the feeling quit as my balls emptied, and I collapsed on Megan. I looked over at Kyle and Ashley; he was lying on her, gently sucking her nipples as Ashley had her legs locked around him. Once we had all cleaned ourselves up, we sat around talking. Megan was next to me, and Ashley was next to Kyle. Megan had her leg over mine, and I softly stroked her pussy while she stroked my cock. Kyle said, "You know, this is better exercise than working out at the gym." Megan said, "Yes, it is. Way more fun too! We need to do this more often. What do you think, Ashley?" Ashley said, "Well, I had a good time, and I think it's the best exercise. Honestly, the gym is so boring. But getting a healthy workout while my pussy gets worked out, I can go for that!" I said, "Well, that settles it then. Fuck the gym! Every week, let's just get together and fuck each other!"

Although we had talked about a threesome, nothing had ever come of it. Kelsey and I had a great sexual relationship, but it had been just the two of us. I had mentioned that our friend Ryan might be a possible choice, and Kelsey agreed. However, neither of us had been willing to make that jump from fantasy to reality. One night, Ryan had stopped by for a few beers when Kelsey pulled me aside and asked if I had said anything to him about the three of us getting together? I told her I had not and asked her why? She said she was just curious and went to get us another beer. Kelsey was dressed in cutoff shorts and a tank top without a bra. Her big titties jiggled and shook as we all talked and laughed, and her nipples were plainly visible through the thin tank. I have always been proud of her and liked to show her off, and I noticed Ryan checking her out. After a couple more beers, Kelsey said she was hot (it was a warm summer night). I said I was too, and I felt like getting naked. I looked at Ryan and asked if he wanted to get naked with us? Surprised, Ryan said, "Sure!" When I looked at Kelsey, she was already pulling her tank top over her head and sat there, naked from the waist up. She made a show of running her hands up her tummy and lifting up her big tits to cool off. "I know you boys love them," she said, "and I do too, but big old titties can get hot!" I stood up and began taking my shirt and pants off, with Ryan quickly following my lead. I reached over, unsnapped Kelsey's shorts, and slid them off her hips. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off her. His dick was already hard, as was mine, and Kelsey's nipples were beginning to grow from anticipation. I had Kelsey sit between Ryan and me and kissed her as I began squeezing her tit and pinching her nipple. Then, I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth and felt it harden. As Ryan started feeling Kelsey's other tit, I pulled her legs open, slowly rubbed her pussy, and felt her juices begin to flow. Kelsey reached out with both hands, grabbed our hard dicks, and began pumping up and down. I was in heaven, watching my lover stroke another man's dick right in front of me as he played with her tit. I don't think my dick had ever been that hard. I wanted to see her suck another man's dick, and Kelsey didn't disappoint. I watched as she slowly licked the head of Ryan's cock and slid her lips down until they almost touched his pubic hair. I whispered encouraging words in her ear as I rubbed her body and caressed her ass and pussy. Ryan ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her head down as she sucked him deep into her throat. The sight of my woman sucking his dick and fondling his balls was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. But the best was yet to come. Kelsey raised up, licked her lips, and said it was my turn as she leaned over and took my dick in her mouth. Having her suck my dick while Ryan watched was almost as good as watching her suck his dick. As she sucked my hard cock, Kelsey slowly turned her ass toward Ryan and got on her hands and knees in front of him. He immediately leaned over and began licking her pussy and asshole. Kelsey began to moan, and I knew she was turned on as I had never seen her before. When Ryan slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy and stroked in and out a few times, I felt her shudder and buck her hips as she had a powerful orgasm. Not wanting to cum just yet, I told Kelsey to stop and take a break for a minute. As she laid back on the couch, I stretched her legs, knelt between them, and started licking her clit. When I looked up, I saw Ryan with his dick in her mouth, fucking her face. Kelsey was caressing his balls as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Ryan had reached down and was squeezing her tits. One, then the other. I got up on the couch on the other side of Kelsey and put my dick up to her face. Now, she had two dicks to suck, and she put the head of my dick in her mouth along with Ryan's. She had two dicks in her mouth and massaged both our balls simultaneously. I couldn't wait any longer and told Kelsey I had to see her fuck Ryan. Kelsey told Ryan to lie back on the couch and straddled him. I took Ryan's dick in my hand and sucked his dick into my mouth to make sure it was slick before I put the head of his dick up to Kelsey's pussy. She slowly sank down onto it until it was in her as far as it would go. Then, she began to move up and down fucking him for all she was worth. I saw his dick, slick with her pussy juices, pumping in and out of her pussy. That is one sight I will never forget. I wet my finger off Ryan's cock, slowly pushed a finger into Kelsey's asshole, and felt her push back on it until my entire finger was in. I could feel Ryan's dick as he fucked her. Removing my finger, I lubed my cock and replaced my finger with my dick. As I slowly penetrated Kelsey's ass, we all three began a rhythm. It wasn't long until I felt I was about to cum. As I pumped Kelsey's ass harder and deeper, she began to moan. Then, Ryan began to pump faster. At the same time, Ryan and I blew our loads into Kelsey as she squealed in her own explosive orgasm. After a few moments to rest, Kelsey went and got a damp washcloth, cleaned both our dicks off, and gave each one a kiss on the head. I told Kelsey how much I loved her, and Ryan told us how much he had enjoyed being with us.

My wife Miley and I have been involved in swinging for about 20 years now. We have met many great people and have had some wonderful sexy times. However, it seems that the best times that come to mind most often are the ones we didn't plan; they just happened. I would like to tell you about a time that turned into something special. Mick and Bobbi were new friends we had made through a civic group we were involved in. We were all in our mid-forties and enjoyed each other's company. We were very active people and kept busy trying to stay in shape. Both Miley and Bobbi were a T&A man's delight. They both had firm natural breasts and full womanly asses. During our get-togethers with Mick and Bobbi, there had been a lot of teasing back and forth. With the occasional touch and the playfulness that goes on between close friends. However, nothing of an actual sexual nature has ever happened between us other than an accidental touch. All of that changed one weekend when we invited them over for dinner at our house instead of going out somewhere. Just good friends getting together to enjoy each other's company. However, as it turned out, it was a night filled with unexpected sexual pleasures enjoyed by all. Mick and Bobbi showed up at our home about 7 o'clock, both in a festive mood. Bobbi was wearing a very sexy knit dress that came to about mid-thigh and clung to her body like a second skin. Her dress clearly outlined her breasts, making apparent she was braless. The dress also outlined her ass beautifully. We greeted them and welcomed them to our home. Mick gave Miley a hug and a peck on the cheek as I did the same to Bobbi. I told her I loved her new dress and thought it was very sexy. She modeled it for me, slowly turning around so I could get the full effect of just how sexy it was. The night wore on, accented by a great dinner, fine wine, and laughter and fun enjoyed by good friends. It was much the same as many other dinners that we enjoyed with Mick and Bobbi, except we were at home this time. Miley got up from the dinner table and cleared the dirty dishes, and Mick said he would help her. I joined Bobbi in the living room. A short time later, Miley and Mick emerged from the kitchen to join us. When they arrived in the living room, I could see Miley was a little flushed. I made everybody a fresh drink as we all just kicked back. As we were talking, Mick noticed an antique camera on the end table. I explained that photography had been a serious hobby for many years. Mick asked me what my favorite subjects were, and I just smiled and said "Her" while looking at Miley. Bobbi looked at me and then at Miley. She asked Miley if she had allowed me to take nude pictures of her? Miley smiled and told her that she had and that it was a lot of fun. Without even thinking about it, I asked Bobbi if she would like to see some of the pictures we had taken? Bobbi almost jumped out of her chair and said she would love to see them. Mick, who I think had wanted to see Miley nude from the moment we first met, jumped in and said he would also like to see them. Miley half-heartedly protested that I was not going to show those pictures to them, and I told her we were all friends and there would be no harm in letting them see them. Miley gave in but said there would be hell to pay if anybody laughed. From the look on Mick's face, I didn't think anybody was going to laugh at Miley's pictures. I hooked my laptop up to the big screen TV. I sat down on the couch next to Mick, and Bobbi came over and sat down next to me on the other side. I opened the password-protected folder and began to show the photos I had taken of Miley. The first few were relatively mild pictures of Miley fully clothed but in a few sexy poses. As I continued, the pictures got progressively racier. With shots of Miley with her skirt hiked up and so on. Then there were some shots of Miley in different lingerie. In some of the pictures, her breasts were clearly visible. After looking at one of her in a sexy negligee with her breasts and pussy visible, Mick looked at Miley and told her that she was one very sexy lady. Miley asked him if he really thought so, and he affirmed that he did. Bobbi leaned forward to get a closer look at some of the pictures. As she did, she rested her hand on my thigh. Knowing the order of the pictures in the album, Miley said that was enough, and I should put it away now. Both Mick and Bobbi protested, saying they wanted to see the rest of them. After a short protest, Miley gave in and said, "OK, let them see the rest of them if they want to." The following pictures were of Miley nude. There were several different poses and views of her naked body. Then, a few of her with various sex toys and Miley masturbating with them. By now, Mick could not hide the bulge in the front of his slacks. Miley saw the mound and told Mick that it appears that he really enjoys her pictures. She put one arm around his shoulder and rested one hand on his thigh as she leaned forward to take a closer look at the pictures. As Bobbi scrutinized the pictures, she began to massage my thigh. The next page I turned to had photos of Miley and me in various sexual acts. The first picture was of Miley licking my erect cock. On seeing this picture, Bobbi said, "Wow, you are a big boy, aren't you?" There were pictures of Miley straddling my hips, facing away with my cock buried deep in her pussy. There were pictures of me fucking her from behind, just a variety of different poses. By the time we had seen all the pictures, Bobbi's hand had moved from my thigh to my crotch. She was slowly rubbing up and down the length of my now erect cock through my slacks. I glanced over at Mick to see if he had noticed what Bobbi was doing and saw that Miley was giving him the same treatment. I looked over at Bobbi and said, "Why don't I set things up and take some pictures of you, so you and Mick can have your own little professionally done photo collection?" She said, "Oh no, I could never do that. I would be so embarrassed." Mick said he thought it was a great idea and asked Bobbi to take just a few. Bobbi gave in with the stipulations that she would not take any too far out. I set up the lighting and backdrop and laid some pillows in front of it. I announced to Bobbi that I was ready if she was. Bobbi was a little nervous, and she looked at Mick as if to get his OK. He stood up, extended his hand, and said, "Come on, it will be fun." Bobbi nervously stood in front of the backdrop. I told her to just relax and move around a little. She started to move from one position to another. She hiked her skirt up a little bit and turned around to give me an ass shot. I asked her to sit down on the floor and give me some photos of her that way. As she did, I continued to snap away, getting a few shots with her dress up enough to show her panties. Miley started to get involved telling her to do this and do that while I was taking shot after shot. At one point, Bobbi was on her hands and knees with her ass toward me. She kept trying to pull her dress down to cover her round ass. Miley told her, "Here, let me help you do that right." Miley moved in behind her and lifted Bobbi's skirt to fully expose her panties. Miley backed out of the shot as I took a few pictures. As I moved in for a close-up shot, I could plainly see a wet spot on Bobbi's panties where they were covering her pussy. Miley moved up behind her again and said, "Here, let's get rid of these. They are just getting in the way." With that, she reached under Bobbi's dress and pulled her panties off. Bobbi protested half-heartedly but never moved to stop her. Miley turned into a director. She was giving Bobbi instructions on how to move and what to do. She told her at one point to arch her back and roll her hips just a little like she was being fucked doggie style. In doing this, Bobbi's plump pussy was clearly visible. However, this didn't satisfy Miley. Miley looked at me and asked me to stimulate Bobbi's clit just a little so her lips would open up for the camera. Miley looked over at Mick and said, "That is all right with you, isn't it?" Mick was in another world, and he just nodded at Miley. I knelt down behind Bobbi and started to rub her pussy. I licked my finger and rubbed up and down on her clit. As her pussy responded, I inserted first one, then two, fingers into her very wet pussy. Bobbi's breathing was labored; she started pushing back against my fingers as I was working on her pussy. I stood up and started to take some more shots, and Miley again got involved. As Bobbi was in a kneeling position with her dress up around her waist, Miley said, "Here, let's get rid of this now." She reached down and pulled Bobbi's dress off over her head. Bobbi was nude except for her high heel shoes. As I took more shots of the now naked Bobbi, Miley dashed off down the hallway towards our bedroom. When Miley returned, she had two of her vibrating dildos and handed one to Bobbi. She told Bobbi to go ahead and work it in and out of her pussy. Bobbi complied with Miley's instructions and started working the buzzing dildo around her clit. Then she slowly inserted it into her pussy. It was not very long until I took pictures of Bobbi in the depth of her first orgasm of the night. When Bobbi came down to earth again, she looked at the three of us and said, "Why am I the only one here with no clothes on?" I looked at Miley and said, "She is right. Why don't you join her, and I will take some pictures of both of you?" Miley didn't hesitate. She removed her clothes and joined Bobbi on the floor. I got some great shots of them playing around on the floor. At one point, Miley was on her back reclined back on a couple of pillows, and Bobbi was on her hands and knees beside her. Bobbi reached over and picked up a dildo and moved around so that her head was at about Miley's waist and her ass was beside Miley's head. Bobbi reached out and spread Miley's legs, opening a clear shot at her pussy. Bobbi took the dildo and started to rub it around Miley's pussy. Bobbi then reached down with one hand and spread the lips of Miley's pussy, exposing her clit. Holding Miley's pussy open with one hand, Bobbi started to rub the dildo back and forth over Miley's clit. Miley had her eyes closed and was beginning to really enjoy the treatment she was getting from Bobbi. You could see the juices starting to run from Miley's pussy. Bobbi slowly inserted the dildo into Miley's pussy. As the tempo increased, Miley raised her hips and thrust them into the dildo. Miley reached down to stop Bobbi. She said, "This feels great, but with two real cocks in the room, why are we using a fake one?" I had been so involved in the girls that I had forgotten all about Mick. I looked over to see how he was taking the girls' play. To my surprise, Mick was nude. He must have been way ahead of me because I hadn't even heard him undress. Being he appeared ready for some action, I said to Mick, "Why don't you join the girls, and we will get a few shots of you also?" Without hesitation, Mick walked up to where the two girls were. His hard cock sticking straight out in front of him. Both Miley and Bobbi got on their hands and knees in front of Mick. Both of them reached out and started stroking his cock. Mick's cock must have been about eight inches long because both Miley and Bobbi were able to get a hand wrapped around his cock with no trouble. I said to the girls, "Why don't you two start licking it at the same time?" Both girls leaned forward and started running their tongues around the head of Mick's cock. Their tongues would sometimes touch one another as they were darting around Mick's cock. Mick reached down and grabbed his cock with one hand. He placed the other hand on the side of Miley's head, holding it still for a moment as he aimed his cock toward her waiting mouth. Miley took Mick's cock into her mouth and worked her head back and forth on it a few times. Then she rose up a little to get into a better angle and slid his cock as far into her throat as she could. Bobbi reached up with one hand and started to cup Mick's balls into her hand. Mick closed his eyes and enjoyed the treatment the girls were giving him. The action was getting too hot for me to just stand there taking pictures. I needed a little of this action myself. I put the camera down and removed my clothes. I moved behind Bobbi and began to rub her very wet pussy. I moved up behind her and slid my cock into her waiting pussy. She was so wet there was no need to waste time easing it in; I slid all eight inches all the way into her with one thrust. Until that point, I am not sure she was aware that I was behind her because she snapped her head around and looked me in the eye with a shocked look. I had both hands on her hips, holding my cock deep inside of her. We stared at each other for a moment, and I said, "I think Mick wants to fuck Miley. Is that all right with you?" She then looked at Mick and Miley. Mick was standing with his eyes closed and his dick in Miley's mouth, getting one of the best blowjobs he had ever had. Bobbi didn't say anything; she just thrust her hips back into my cock and started to fuck. Bobbi continued to let out little whimpering sounds as wave after wave of passion flowed through her. I continued to hold her by the hips, pushing my cock into her as hard as I could. I held her like this for several seconds until she slowly came back to earth. I eased my grip on her hips and let my dick slide just a little out of her pussy. I could feel her juices flow out of her, down my cock, and onto my balls. I don't think I have ever seen a woman as wet as Bobbi was that night. I rolled Bobbi over to where she was lying on her back. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands and pinched the erect nipples. Then I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. She placed a hand behind my head, holding it onto her breast. Straddling her thigh, I slid up and found her open mouth. I kissed her deeply; her tongue darted into my mouth. I don't know how long we laid there with our naked bodies together kissing, but I do know that the feeling was fantastic. I kissed my way back down Bobbi's body. I wanted to taste the juices that her pussy was producing to such abundance. As my head found its way to her pussy Bobbi spread her legs, placing them over my shoulders. I started to lick a path around her pussy, being careful not to touch it. It was gaped open from me fucking her, but I wanted to build up to it a little. But as much as I wanted to wait and tease her, my desire wouldn't let me. I flicked my tongue over her clit, and she let out a little moan and pushed her hips forward. I let my tongue slide over her pussy from her clit to the rosebud. Then I slid my tongue into her open pussy as far as it would go. She reached down with both hands, grabbed my head, and tried to pull my tongue further into her. After a few minutes of this, I slid my tongue back to her clit. After licking her clit hard a few times, I sucked her clit into my mouth. Sliding it in and out of my mouth, almost like giving it a blowjob. Bobbi pushed my head back from her pussy and asked me to roll over onto my back. She got on top of me in a 69 position with her pussy just above my mouth. Bobbi moved down my body and grasped my erect cock. She rubbed her hand from the tip of the head down to the base, coating it with pre-cum flowing out of it. With one hand wrapped around the bottom of my cock she lowered her mouth to it. Bobbi started licking the head and shaft while stroking up and down with her hand. With her other hand, she cupped and massaged my balls. She then took my cock into her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat. I raised my head to look between our bodies at her working her magic on my cock. The sight of this beautiful woman taking my cock into her mouth was one of the most erotic experiences I can remember. Her breasts were swaying between us and occasionally brushing against me. I had momentarily forgotten about trying to please her and was fixated on what she was doing to me. She would alternate her strokes between up and down movements to a twisting motion. With all that was going on and the extreme pleasure Bobbi was giving me, I knew I would not be able to hold back much longer. I told Bobbi I was about to cum. She did not pull back from my cock. Instead, she increased her tempo, stroking harder as she drew my cock deep into her mouth. It was more than I could take. With a moan, I erupted in her mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through me as my cock pumped my cum into Bobbi's mouth. I watched her throat muscles work as she tried to swallow every bit of my seed. As I reclined back on the pillow, I looked up at Bobbi's pussy just above my face. I could see her juices flowing out of her open lips. Her ass cheeks were spread slightly, and I could see her pink asshole. I reached up and inserted a finger into her pussy, working it in and out of her. With her juices supplying a lubricant on my finger, I pulled it out of her pussy and rubbed it gently over her asshole. Bobbi began to moan, and I pushed my finger a little harder against her tight little hole. She relaxed her ass a little, and my finger eased into her. I was turned on because she didn't stop me but instead pushed her ass back against my finger driving it deeper into her tight little opening. The heat of her body was immense. As I pushed my finger into Bobbi's ass, she began to breathe deeper. She opened her mouth a little and raised her mouth off my cock. As I pushed my finger fully inside her, I could feel her ass muscles tighten around it. She released my cock and reached between our bodies, and began to rub her clit. She let out a muffled scream, pushed her ass back even harder against my finger, and had her second orgasm of the night. I let my finger slide out of Bobbi's ass, and she collapsed on top of me. I glanced over to see what Miley and Mick were up to. I had forgotten all about them for the last few minutes. Miley was lying on her back, and Mick had his head between her legs, eating her pussy. With her legs spread wide and his hands under her ass, they were in the middle of their own fun. Bobbi eased herself up and moved around to lie beside me. As she snuggled up to me, she kissed me. As she did, I could taste my salty cum still in her mouth. She whispered in my ear, "That was great, even better than I thought it would be." "Better than you thought it would be?" I asked her. She smiled and said, "Yes, Mick and I have been talking about this for a long time now. We have wanted to fuck you all but couldn't think of a way to bring the subject up to you guys. We didn't want to take a chance on ruining our friendship." I laughed and told her that Miley and I had been doing the same thing, and we were also having trouble finding a way to bridge the subject with them for the same reasons. As Bobbi and I were talking and coming to the mutual realization that we had unnecessarily wasted time, I heard a moan from beside us. We both looked over to see Mick between Miley's widespread legs and sliding his cock into her wet pussy. In one continuous motion, Mick slid his cock into Miley. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips upward to meet his thrust. Mick's body dwarfed Miley's, with her head coming to about his chest. The sights and sounds from Mick and Miley were very exotic, and I could feel my cock starting to stir again. It was like me and Bobbi were not even in the room as they were enjoying their own pleasures. I looked over at Bobbi to see her reaction to seeing Mick fucking Miley. Bobbi was lying with her head resting on my chest, fixated at the sight. As though her hand had a mind of its own, she reached down and started rubbing my cock. I looked at Bobbi's body, and like mine, it had a light coat of sweat that made it seem to glow. Bobbi and I lie together with her stroking my cock and me massaging her back and shoulders while watching Mick and Miley fuck. Bobbi whispered that Miley was in for a treat because Mick is very long-lasting; she will cum two or three times before he shoots his load into her. I rolled over just a little to lift Bobbi off of my chest and stood up. I extended my hand and said, "Let's take a shower." Bobbi took my hand, and I helped her to her feet. I turned on the shower, and while waiting for the water to warm up, I took Bobbi in my arms and kissed her. We took our time in the shower, washing each other's backs while touching and rubbing every inch of each other's bodies. Miley and I have been with many couples over the years. Still, it is very rare to find a couple you are so relaxed and comfortable with as I was with Bobbi, and Miley was with Mick. All the contact with Bobbi's wet body brought my cock back to full attention. Bobbi had her back to me; I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass into my crotch. I told her just how beautiful I thought her ass was. She asked if I really thought so, and I assured her that I meant every word. She suddenly got serious. "Would you fuck my ass?" she asked. "Not your finger, your cock. Bareback, no condom. I want to feel your semen in my ass. I get off on that. It's dirty." I told her I loved sex that way, but Miley didn't like it; therefore, we rarely did it, so I would love to fuck her ass. I turned the water off and handed Bobbi a towel. We dried off, and I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. As we stood by the bed, I took her into my arms, kissing her deeply. While kissing her, I reached down, rubbed her clit, and inserted a finger into her pussy. I rubbed her clit with the heel of my hand as I worked my finger in her pussy. Her juices were running out of her pussy and onto my hand. I pulled my hand away from her pussy, reached down to the end table drawer, and took out a tube of KY gel. Bobbi's eyes were shining with anticipation, and I knew this was the rare female who totally embraced her anal sexuality. I handed the tube to Bobbi, and she squeezed a large glob out on the head of my cock. She took care to rub it around the head and shaft. When she was satisfied that she had enough on my cock she handed the tube back. I said, "No, you do it." Bobbi got on her hands and knees without saying a word. Her head was on the pillow, and her ass held high. She squeezed out another large glob of lubricant. I held her ass cheeks open as she reached back and gave her anus a thick smear of lubricant. "Put your finger in," I said. Bobbi's finger disappeared into her dark passage. I grasped her wrist and started an in and out motion, fucking her ass using her own finger. Bobbi started moaning. We kept this up until her ass was loosened up and slightly gaping. I pulled her wrist away from her ass and released it. Placing my cock at her opening, I pushed forward just slightly. Bobbi said, You are thicker than Mick, so go easy until I get accustomed to it, OK?" I told her that I would go at whatever pace she wanted. I held the head just inside her until I felt her inner sphincter completely give way. Then I pushed deeper into her rectum. Starting with a slow pace, I pulled my cock partway out of her then back into her again. Bobbi reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. I picked up the pace and began to fuck her harder and faster. As I would slide my cock back into her ass, Bobbi would moan and push her ass back to meet my thrust. Bobbi started moaning loudly with her finger rubbing her clit as hard and fast as she could. Bobbi's breathing was a panting rhythm of: "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass." I did my best to please her. I knew that even though I had already cum once tonight, I would not be able to hold out much longer at this pace. The feeling of her ass was incredible. She was rubbing her clit so hard and fast my cock could feel it while it was deep in her ass. There was no mistaking that we were not making love, and we were fucking for the sheer pleasure of fucking. We both wanted to cum, and both knew it wouldn't take much more of this, and we would both be cumming. It wasn't easy, but I had made up my mind I was not going to cum until after I had brought Bobbi over the edge and gave her an orgasm. I tried to think of anything other than just how good her ass made my cock feel. Bobbi's breath started coming in short gasps. Then she started a deep guttural moan, almost a growl. As Bobbi began to orgasm, I could hold back no longer. I emptied my load of cum deep in her ass as she desired. We both collapsed with me on top of her and my softening cock still in her ass. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I told her she was fantastic. Her reply was, "Oh God, that was great!" We laid there a few minutes until she said to roll off her, she had to use the restroom. In a couple minutes, I heard the shower running. I walked into the bathroom to find Bobbi in the shower removing the traces of the KY. I opened the shower door and asked if she minded me joining her? She smiled and said she would never turn down a backwash, or asswash in this case. After a quick shower, Bobbi said, "What do you think? Should we go check on those two?" I gave her a quick kiss and said, "Let's go see what they are up to." As we entered the living room, Miley was collapsed beside Mick. His cock, shiny and coated with a combination of her juices and his cum, was resting on his thigh. I whispered to Bobbi that this picture needed to be in my album, and I quietly got my camera and took a couple of pictures. Bobbi sat down on the floor beside Miley and Mick. She reached out and cupped Mick's balls playfully and asked, "Did you have fun, Honey?" Mick said, "Oh yes, it was great!" She then playfully slapped Miley's generous ass before sliding her hand between Miley's thighs and asked, "And how about you, Girlfriend? Did you enjoy it as much as he did?" Miley answered her by holding up four fingers to signify the number of orgasms. "Well, it looks like you two had a hell of a good time," Bobbi said as she lifted her hand to examine it. It was soaked with the combination of Mick's sperm and Miley's juices. Bobbi looked at her hand for a moment, then with a gleam in her eye, she lifted it to her mouth. She timidly stuck out her tongue and touched it to her hand. Finding the taste to her liking, she licked the juices from her hand and fingers. "Now that is an exciting flavor," Bobbi purred. Bobbi reached over and spread Mick's legs and moved between them. She cupped Mick's balls in her hand and started to lick them clean. Then Bobbie started licking the insides of Miley's thighs. She would alternate between Mick's cock and Miley's thighs until she had worked her way up to Miley's pussy. Bobbi had managed to get Mick hard again and get Miley awake. Bobbi told Miley to sit on Mick's cock to face away from him. Miley got up and turned around, and as she sat down again, she inserted Mick's cock back into her pussy. Bobbi laid down between Mick's legs. Now she not only had access to Mick's cock and balls as he fucked Miley, but she also had access to Miley's clit. Bobbi would alternate between licking Mick's cock as it would emerge from Miley's pussy and Miley's clit as he would slide it back into her. Miley's pussy was full of cum from the fuck session she and Mick had earlier. With the wetness from this session combined with the first, every time Mick's cock would emerge, it would be covered with a combination of his cum and Miley's juices. I stepped over to get a closer look, placing my hand on Miley's shoulder. She looked up at me with almost dazed eyes, and I put my hand behind her head and drew her mouth to my cock. Miley loves to have two men simultaneously, one fucking her pussy and one in her mouth. Now with the added pleasure of having two men and having her pussy licked at the same time by Bobbi, she was in heaven. I tried to indulge in all the sights, sounds, and smells of lust around me. It was one of the most wildly erotic moments in my life, and I wanted to experience and remember every bit of it. It was almost like being in a dream in that my mind seemed to be just floating. It was impossible to focus on all that was going on at one time. It was like several still shots, my mind going from one to the other and back again. My attention was drawn back to Miley when I heard her breaths start coming in short gasps. I knew she was cumming again. Bobbi must have known she was cumming also because she leaned forward, took Miley's clit in her mouth, and started sucking it hard. I knew all of this wouldn't be wasted on Mick. I knew well the feeling of Miley's pussy when it started convulsing in orgasm. The muscles in Miley's pussy are some of the strongest I have ever felt. When she is cumming they seem to jerk and squeeze your cock. It is one of the most incredible feelings I have ever enjoyed, and I knew that Mick would be enjoying this feeling now. After we all had come down from our sexual highs, I asked if anyone other than me would like a drink. Everybody agreed that a drink was a great idea. The girls took a bathroom break to freshen up a bit. Mick came into the kitchen as I fixed a fresh round of drinks for everybody. I asked him how he was doing with all this. He thought for a moment and said, "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm a little pissed off. We have known each other for months now. Why did we wait so long?" He said he had always been turned on by Miley and had often thought of fucking her while he and Bobbi were having sex. I told him I knew exactly how he felt and had the same feeling and thought about his wife. As Mick and I brought the drinks back into the living room, the girls were just returning from the bathroom. They each had a warm wet hand towel. They took the glasses from us, sitting them down on the coffee table. Bobbi then took the warm towel and cleaned my cock and balls as Miley did the same for Mick. Mick and I were in heaven, standing there with the girls kneeling before us, cleaning us with warm towels. After Bobbi was finished, she held my cock up with her fingers and kissed the head. She looked up at me with a smile and said, "All nice and clean now!" One of the sexiest parts of that night was when we were all sitting on the couch talking. Bobbi was sitting on my lap and Miley on Mick's lap with everybody naked. It was so open, so natural, and so sexy. I don't know how long we talked or all the things we talked about. But I remember looking out the back sliding glass door and seeing that it was getting light outside. It was decided that Mick and Bobbi would crash in the guestroom, and when we got up, we would go to breakfast. Over the years, we have met and been with a few couples. Some have been strangers, some we have known. There is a thrill in having sex with strangers or people you don't know that well. But the most fun we have had has been with friends. When there is trust and openness between friends, it is all very special.

My girlfriend and I went out with our friend Colton for drinks one night. Colton used to live in the apartment next to us. The night started out fun and only got better. Laura is 5'6", about 130 with 36D beautiful breasts. Her long dark hair waving over her nipples is a lovely sight. I stand 6'4" and about 200 lbs. Colton is a smaller man than I am, with blonde hair and a great body. All this aside, I didn't think of anything ever happening. We were just friends out for drinks. Well, we were loaded, so we headed back to Colton's house. Colton lived with two girls. One was involved with someone, and we never really talked. The other one was Emily, short, tan, and a body that could kill. I always wanted to fuck her, and Laura knew that. Laura and I were hanging out on the couch, Colton was in the bathroom. Out of the blue, Laura asked me if I wanted to fuck Emily? I asked her if she was serious, and she said yes. The next thing you know, she gets up, goes to Emily's room, and then comes back and says, "Ok, it's done, she's waiting for you." The catch was that she was going to fuck Colton. I decided what the hell, how could I pass up the chance to fuck a really sexy woman and watch my lover fuck another man? I got up and walked into Emily's room. She gave me a come-hither smile as I entered, so I laid on the bed next to her. She was wearing a cut-off t-shirt and panties. I could see the bulge of her pussy through the thin panties. We started to kiss and caress each other. Emily asked me if Laura and I did this often? I told her it was a first. That got her excited. She undid my shorts and took my fat cock into her mouth. She worked over the head for what seemed an hour while she held my balls in her hand. I was playing with her firm tits and about to come when she told me to wait. We took all of our clothes off and started kissing very hard. I didn't have a condom, so the action abruptly stopped. She told me Colton probably had one, so I got up and went into his room. There was Laura and Colton in 69, and loving it. I asked for a condom, and Colton gave me one. Before I left to put it on and fuck Emily, Laura motioned for me to come over. She took Colton's cock into her mouth, and I started fucking her from behind on the side of the bed. Laura was screaming as she took Colton's cock to the base and back. After some of that, I went back into Emily's room. She was on all fours. No panties. Ass up, face down. She wiggled her hips to put her pussy on full display. I could smell her arousal from across the room. "Fuck me!" she demanded. I wrapped Willie and slid into the wettest, tight pussy I've ever had. I couldn't get it in all the way due to the size difference of our bodies. We fucked in every position possible. I got between Emily's legs and sucked on her swollen clit, and licked the length of her wet pussy. She squeezed my head between her thighs and had a massive orgasm. It was my turn after that. Emily took my anxious cock in her mouth again and sucked and stroked. She opened her mouth, and I came all over her tongue, cheeks, chin, and breasts. She then took my cock in her mouth again and sucked me dry as she rubbed my cum all over her body. We lay there together all sweaty for a while. Laura came in and laid next to Emily. They started kissing and playing with each other's breasts. I immediately got hard again and started fucking Emily from behind while lying on our side. What a treat I was in store for until Colton walked in the room with his hard dick in his hand, and Emily freaked. That was the end of that. After all, a roommate is just a roommate, at least at this house. Laura and I giggled to ourselves as we walked to the car. What a night it had already been! We fucked for hours after we got home!

Bestowal By Adam Gunn I’m winded but I know Christie will keep going. I wave her on, she trots down the firm sand of the Carolina beach. We’ve played this game all week, and I know she’ll go another quarter mile while I rest up, then turn around and together we’ll race back to our starting point. I watch the muscles in her long, strong legs as she pulls away from me, and then, further up, the bottom of her firm gluteus maximus peeking out from the cutoffs she’s wearing. I love the way her blond ponytail swishes first left, then right as she disappears into the haze of the early morning. For two or three minutes I huff and puff, stretching, then dip my hand into the waves and cool my face with a splash of salt water. Less than five minutes have gone by and I sense her approach. The soft golden eyebrows, the length of her aquiline nose with nostrils flaring in exercise, the full lips surrounding perfectly white teeth and, always, the cobalt eyes, the orbs that bore through to my soul. Below her taut neckline and long collarbone lies the amazing midriff surrounding the navel most men would grovel to place their pinkie into. Between her neck and flat stomach, the breasts, the ones I finally know to be flawless. Even though the thick fabric of the athletic bra binds them, I realize just how beautiful they are. Strikingly round where they rise from her breastplate, they climax to the zenith of the rosy aureoles, protruding from the firm flesh, crowned by the tip of her nipple. Women five years younger than she would be proud to have any single part of this Elysian body, but they would sell all they would ever have for simply her breasts. I fall into step beside her and tell her simply, “You’re gorgeous.” “I know,” she replies. “You’d be all right, too, if you’d lose that life preserver.” She’s teasing, at twenty-seven I’m in better shape than any of my friends, studiously avoiding the beer belly I might develop through constant workouts. For another mile we trot wordlessly past the seaside grasses covering the dunes. Finally we halt at our backpack and retrieve the water bottle. She drinks from it first, and then passes it to me. I catch a hint of lipstick in the taste and wish I could kiss her. But I know this is meant to be the impossible dream. We kick off our shoes and stroll into the slight ocean waves till our knees are covered in the water. I started this tradition the first day of our sunrise runs, and she now expects it. She shades her eyes from the glare of the reflected sun with her hand, and catches me admiring her elegance. “You’re thinking of last night.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Yes,” I admit. “You jerked off, thinking about me, didn’t you?” Subtlety has never been one of Christie’s vices. Trying to sound nonchalant, I reply “Of course. Do you mind?” “No, if you hadn’t I think I’d be disappointed. I could be an exhibitionist, you know,” she divulges. “Really? Have you ever done anything like that before?” “Once.” She pauses, and I wait with the ripples of the ocean lapping at my thighs for her confession. “In college I was at Cancun on spring break, and during a wet t-shirt contest a boyfriend persuaded me to go up on stage. When a couple of the other girls ripped off their shirts, I did too.” “Would you do it again?” I prod. “For a long time I thought about being an exotic dancer. I just never got around to it when I was in college, and now it’s too late.” “You wouldn’t do it for a second job?” “Right,” she smirks. “I can just see it now, ‘rising young executive wannabe caught shows the world her bush.’” I reveled in her laughter. “How about private parties?” I ask. “Like for you?” “Sure, why not?” “Maybe I will,” she suggests. “But if I did, you’d have to give me something.” “Like what?” “I’ll think about it. It’ll be something big, though, bet on it.” “Okay,” I promise. I know we’re just teasing, the chances of anything like this happening are infinitesimally small. “But I want to see you go all the way.” “You mean totally nude, not just topless?” She gazes into my eyes. “If he doesn’t object, it’s a deal.” It’s coffee time. We walk the two blocks back to the condominium and enter her uncle’s timeshare. Entering by the patio door, Christie yells into her bedroom, “Get up, lunkhead!” “Why?” Jake sleepily replies. “For one thing,” I holler, “we’ve got an early tee time.” “Shit, I forgot.” Christie and I putter around the kitchen, grabbing the cereal, fruit and juices, putting a pot of coffee on. We’d been sharing this chore every day since we’d arrived, five days before, and I still thrill every time she puts a hand on my arm or we bump together. Left to our own devices I would have put a move on her long ago. Somehow, perhaps telepathically, I get the feeling Christie would probably enjoy the pass, maybe even cooperate, but you simply don’t try to make your best friend’s girlfriend. Well, at least I wouldn’t – you can never tell about Jake. By the time we’ve got everything on the table Jake emerges from the bedroom, dressed in boxers and a shirt that doesn’t quite cover his protruding stomach, his hair uncombed. Christie pours him a cup, quickly kisses him good morning, and sarcastically tells him, “You look great today.” “Shut up,” he replies, only half in jest. “When do we have to leave?” he asks me. I look at the clock. “About twenty-five minutes.” This was typical. Ever since we’d been in grade school together I was the one who prodded Jake, made him get his act together. All our friends in high school thought it was perfect when we got the starring roles in the junior class production of The Odd Couple. I, of course, was Felix, the anal-retentive neatnik. Jake didn’t have to stretch very far to play the boorish Oscar. Now that he’s living with Christie, she’s taking up most of my duties. “What are you going to do today?” Jake asks Christie. “More of the same,” she tells him. “My thesis is coming along nicely.” Christie’s taking night classes to get her MBA and her final hurdle is due in less than two months. “And it looks like it’s going to be a great day. I’ll probably sit out by the pool awhile.” Half an hour later, Jake and I are driving to the golf course. “Shit, she was hot last night,” Jake brags. “She gets so turned on sometimes.” I thought back to the evening. After we watched some chick film on Hulu, Jake threw an X-rated video on and the three of us watched the people on the tube screwing. For a few minutes I felt embarrassed. I mean, I’d never done anything like that with any girl that meant anything to either of us around. But Christie got into it, particularly the part where the woman was stripping. She made the same lewd comments Jake and I always do and after awhile it seemed like old times. Then Jake started making out with her, and I figured if they wanted privacy, they’d go into their bedroom, so I stayed and watched. When Jake took her blouse off and started sucking on her tits, she locked eyes with me and smiled invitingly. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she soon pulled Jake into the bedroom with a lilting, ‘good night,’ leaving me with her bra and lewd thoughts. Sure, I whacked off, right in the living room, thinking not of the naked people on the screen, but of the couple in the bedroom. “Remember the time the two girls swapped on us?” Jake asks. He probably banged Christie three times last night, but he still wants to talk about other women. “Yeah,” I reply, “The one you were with first needed me to finish her off.” “Screw you,” Jake laughs as he pulls the car up to the bag drop. Seven and a half hours later we get back to the timeshare. I whipped Jake’s butt all over the golf course and we smell, I’m sure, of chicken wings and beer. Christie’s nowhere to be found, and Jake figures it’s time for a nap on the sofa. Sitting in a golf cart all day isn’t my idea of activity so I decide to take a swim and head for the beach. Only a few couples laze in the warm, late afternoon spring sun, only one elderly woman wades in the ocean. I’m not disappointed, I learned the first day we were here that this commune is populated by mostly retired couples escaping the snows of winter. The nearest hope of nightlife is ten miles away, too far for comfort. No, this is a vacation simply to relax. I see a blond reclining in the lee of a dune, and when I approach to within shouting distance I’m sure it’s Christie. This isn’t a clothing optional island, but apparently the restriction hasn’t bothered her; she’s topless. “Hey,” I call from twenty yards. Quickly a hand drops to her cover up, and then she recognizes my voice. I can almost see her shrug, as if musing, ‘he’s seen it before.’ “Hi,” she calls, a slight movement of her hand waving me over. I refuse to quicken my pace, and as I approach I take long looks at her from behind the safety of my sunglasses. Her only adornment is a necklace and her very brief bottoms. Her mons rises between the sharp hipbones and I wonder if she shaves or waxes. Quickly I notice her nipples crinkle, then smooth, as if she’s had a dirty thought she decided to put into a mental drawer. I sit down beside her, facing the ocean, hoping she doesn’t recognize the erection inside my baggy trunks. “What are you doing here?” she joshes. “Just getting some exercise,” I reply. “Had enough of the homework?” “I put four and a half hours into it. Then I started going through my calendar. Listen, did Jake ever get you anything for your birthday last week?” “No, not really. He called, talked about going out one night.” I couldn’t tell her our birthday bashes were over now that he was living with a woman. “It’s okay, really. This trip is sort of a birthday party.” She doesn’t buy it. “Jake told me about some of the things you guys used to do. Is it true you set him up with two girls for his birthday once?” What the hell has Jake been sharing with her? “Yeah,” I admit, a little guiltily. I remember how three years earlier I talked a lady I was going with into getting one of her girlfriends to go out to a swank dinner for Jake’s twenty-fifth. After we went back to our place, the girls started fooling around with each other and stripped naked, sort of a lesbian scene, and then they both did Jake while I just watched and snapped pictures that I printed out. I wonder where he hid them so Christie wouldn’t find them. “Didn’t you mind sharing your girlfriend with him?” Now her nipples are definitely crinkling; I can tell there’s a perverted side to Christie I’ve never seen before. “Linda wasn’t really mine,” I explain. “We were both seeing other people, and it was actually her idea. Haven’t you ever teased a guy you liked?” “Not like that!” she protests. “But you’ve thought about it?” “Sure. Who hasn’t? But I couldn’t afford to do anything like that. The world’s becoming too much of a safe, secure place. Something like that would be too much of a risk.” “I don’t know,” I disagree. “Yesterday, I wouldn’t have thought you were an exhibitionist, yet here you are.” “Yes,” she agrees, a little shyly, “letting my tits hang out for all the world to see. And you know, it doesn’t really bother me. I’ve been like this maybe an hour, and ten or twelve people have walked past. Most of them just ignored me, but two older guys hung around, getting a good view. It was funny, they kept looking out to sea, then they’d sneak another peek. After awhile I thought about inviting them over, just to see what I’d do but they moved on. And it doesn’t bother me that you keep checking me out.” “What do you mean?” I try to act cool, but apparently my wrap around shades aren’t effective. She just laughs. “Yeah, right. Well, anyway, when you see me naked I know what I want.” This is getting serious. For a second, I consider backing off. After all, this is my best friend’s girl. But I remember now he didn’t worry about it when Linda came on to him. And he took a shot at another girl I was dating back in college. If Christie wants to play . . . . “Okay, I’ll bite, what?” “Once I dated a guy, and he really got off by watching me masturbate.” Her body is flushing now, I watch the pinkness spread from her cheeks down to the pointy nipples. I take off my sunglasses and stare frankly at her nudity. “But he’d never do it for me. Will you let me watch you jerk off?” I’m rock hard, I’m ready to do it right now, right here. “You’ve got to help me,” I bargain. “No, no touching. You see me in my birthday suit, I see you come.” “When? Tonight?” “No, I’m still not sure Jake will go for it. Maybe when we get back home.” It’s the classic tactic, she doesn’t really want to do it, just wants to talk about it. Maybe this is the way she gets herself hot for Jake. But I’m not going to burn any bridges. “Expect my call a couple of days after we get back,” I promise. She smiles, pulls her wrap on. Jake still isn’t happy about dinner – he wanted burgers, Christie and I opted for grilled fish – but after four or five beers he’s feeling better about it, lying on the couch. We’re watching some NBA game on the tube, it’s close with twenty minutes to go. Christie’s bored, she’s never been much interested in any spectator sport. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announces. “Take one for me,” Jake suggests. “I’ll take two for you, you need both of them,” she retorts, a little petulantly. She heads into her and Jake’s room and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she pops her head out and asks, “Sweetheart, do you have any Q-tips?” “Nope,” he says, absentmindedly. “I’ve got some,” I say. “Let me get them for you.” I head into my bedroom, grab the box and hand it to her. She’s shielded by the door, but I catch a quick glimpse of shoulder and the curve of a bare breast she didn’t try to hide very hard. “Thanks,” she whispers, with the hint of a blown kiss. I return to my chair, notice the bedroom door is slowly swinging open. Jake can’t notice it, he’s facing away from it lying on the sofa. From my vantage point I see a reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door of Christie tweezing her eyebrows. My mouth goes dry as I realize I can see her complete back, all the way down to her stupendous ass. When she turns just the right way, I view a teat in profile and once she turns around so that I should be able to see her abdomen, but it’s concealed by a towel draped over her arm. She cavorts for some time, and I think I’m being treated to a most fortuitous voyeuristic session. Then she puts the towel around her waist, turns and smiles at me in the mirror, and reaches over to close the door. Once more, I’ve been had! With a minute and a half to go in the game and a three-point spread, she emerges from the bedroom, smelling clean and fresh, wearing shorts and a thin blouse. Immediately I can tell she’s decided not to put a bra on. Jake’s yelling and screaming – he’s got a bet on the game – and I watch her pour herself a glass of wine. She sits down next to Jake, making him get up, and silently watches the end of the game with us. When the other team sinks a three-pointer at the buzzer to win by two, Jake could spit nails. He’s hollering, throwing pillows at the set, complaining it was a bad call, all the tricks guys use. For a while, Christie just sits and chuckles at his behavior, and then reaches for the remote control and clicks the set off. “What are we going to do now?” she asks the two of us. Still in a bad mood, Jake snarls, “We could sit around the camp fire and tell stories. It’s boring around here.” “Good idea,” she agrees merrily. “Derek, tell me about the time you two swapped girls.” “Huh?” I reply wittily. I know Jake’s told her about a few of our exploits, but that one’s really out there. “Oh, I’ve got Jake’s side of the story. He tells me about all the other girls he’s had. He loves to impress me that he wasn’t a virgin when we met. But I want to hear how it really happened.” “Well, uh . . . .” I stutter. “It wasn’t really much to talk about,” I try to escape. “Jake, do you hear that? And you told me it was great.” “It was,” he drunkenly retorts. “Go ahead and tell her. Give her whatever she wants.” “I don’t know,” I object. “Oh, come on,” Christie begs. “Do it,” Jake commands. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” For a few seconds I pause, trying first to remember what really happened, then attempting to figure out how Jake might have minimized or, worse, embellished the story. Finally I decide to tell it pretty much the way it happened. “It was four or five years ago now, when we were roomies, just out of college. Neither one of us had anyone special at the time, and we went out one Friday night to a bar and a pair of girls were sitting there. We bought them a drink and told them some lies . . . “ “What were their names?” Christie interrupted. “Stacie and Stella.” How could I forget, the ‘S-Twins.’ “Cool. Jake, how come you can never remember the girl’s names?” He just ignored her, so she says, “What happened next?” “It’s getting pretty comfortable, so I invite Stella up to our place for a glass of Chablis, and the next thing you know the four of us are in the living room. I’m on the couch with Stella and I’ve got her bra off, and Jake takes Stacie into his bedroom. I take my good old time, and Stella’s about ready to explode, when we hear Stacie’s voice. ‘You ready yet?’ she asks. Stella yells to Stacie, ‘not yet,’ then she yells at me, ‘I’m coming.’ She was a loud one, screaming at the top of her lungs. We go at it some more, I’ve forgotten about Stacie interrupting, and then, when it’s over, Stella hollers, ‘Okay, your turn.’ She gets up and marches into Jake’s room and Stacie comes out to me without a stitch on.” I can tell Christie’s loving the story. Once again, her neck is blushed, and she’s got that look in her eyes. “What did you do?” “What do you think? I gave her what she came out there for.” “You were able to get it up again?” “Hell, yes. That was definitely not a problem.” “And Stacie came with you?” “Most assuredly.” “What about Stella with Jake?” “That, I don’t know. I didn’t hear her screaming again.” “Jake, you told me she wanted it all night long.” Jake just sits there, glumly, recognizing he can’t say anything that won’t come out wrong. “And then what?” “As I remember, an hour or so later the girls get their clothes back on and leave. They left us a number, but it turned out to be dial-a-prayer.” Christie laughs, a hearty chuckle. I figure turn-about’s fair play, so I say, “Your turn. What’s your deep dark secret?” “I don’t have any,” Christie demurs. “Oh, come on. How old where you when you lost it?” “Don’t you know?” She bats her big blue eyes at me. “The night I met Jake.” “Oh, crap,” he intercedes. Then Christie suggests, “Listen, why don’t we put that video on again. I didn’t see the end of it.” This cracks me up. “They all wind up the same way,” I laugh. “But this is the first one I’ve ever seen,” she innocently lies. “Okay, let me go get it,” Jake says, and scrambles onto his feet, disappearing into the bedroom. Christie comes over to me, leans down so I can see way down her blouse at all the good stuff and whispers in my ear, “If this works out the way I think it will, remember, you promised.” Then, before Jake gets back, she’s busy turning off the lamps and lighting candles she’s brought with her. When Jake gets the DVD set up and the TV is showing naked bodies conjoining again, Christie starts doing the play-by-play. “Oh, so that’s what that’s for? How come you never showed me that, honey?” Just like last night, within a few moments Jake’s got his hand on her thigh and he’s kissing her. I watch as he unbuttons the blouse and pulls it off her, and I’m watching him suck on those wonderful, pointy nipples. I figure pretty soon, like last night, she’ll get him up and they’ll head into the bedroom to finish off, but Jake continues to ignore my presence and his hand slips down to Christies shorts. The elastic band slides over the swell of her hips, and I see she’s not wearing panties. Quickly I’m treated to a glimpse of the bush, possibly just a racing stripe of tight blond curls, and then Jake’s head is between the legs, hiding what I want to see from my spying eyes. Christie catches my eye and silently mouths, ‘do it.’ I know what she wants, and I stroke my erection through my slacks, letting her see the thickness of my penis, but I refuse to unzip myself. Her eyes flash in anger at me, daring me to expose myself, but I ignore her pleading, concentrating instead on the back of Jake’s skull, hoping he’ll come up for air. Instead, I see Christie’s body tense, and listen to her breath come in quick, sharp grunts. I see her hands lock into fists, and a foot rises into the air, toes curled in orgasm. Jake stops then, and lifts his head. He stares at me staring at his girlfriend, then says to her, “Come on, honey, let’s go into the bedroom and finish this off.” He stands, the bulk of his body looming over her, protecting her from me, and she slowly rises from the sofa. Again, I quickly catch a glimpse of all of her, then Jake steps in front, either accidentally or purposefully shielding her, and they stroll to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. The sun is shining through a bank of clouds, and Christie is giving me what for. “You didn’t come through with your end of the bargain,” she complains. Her foot curls around a perfectly formed shell, and I’m amazed at the coloration of her toenails. “You didn’t give me time,” I retort. “If you two had gone on a little longer, I would have. And besides, I never got a real good view.” “That wasn’t part of the deal. I was naked, you were supposed to masturbate.” She laughs, letting me know she isn’t truly angry with me. “I’ll bet it was pretty good when you did, wasn’t it?” I hesitate, not knowing how to retort, and she teases further. “Oh, come on. You can tell me. I’ll bet your orgasm was better than mine!” “Didn’t Jake do it for you?” I banter back. “Oh, he was his normal self, adequate, but I was thinking of you. After he got done and rolled over, I got up and came out to the living room, hoping I could get you to perform for me. But you’d already gone to bed.” “You should have knocked on my door,” I offered. “Sure, right. Then Jake gets up, finds out what’s going on, and guess what would happen.” She smiles at the thought, however. “I wonder . . . no, that wouldn’t work. Oh, well,” she sighs, and I consider what the fantasy might have been. After 8:30, we arrive back at the condo, and Jake, as usual, is still fast asleep. We breakfast on our fruit and granola, sharing the local newspaper until the phone unexpectedly rings. I grab it. “Hello?” “Hi, Derek.” It’s Michelle, Jake’s admin. I dated her for a while, a long time back, and Jake went out with her a few times, too, before he met Christie, ignoring the proverb about not sleeping with anyone you work with. “Is Jake around?” “Hold on,” I say to her, then ask Christie to tell Jake the office is calling. He trundles out, and speaks for four or five minutes to Michelle. Most of the conversation, at least on this end, consists of grunts and obscenities. Jake grabs a pencil, scribbles on a note pad, then tells Michelle, “All right, I’ll be there. Tell Danny he owes me big time, though.” He hangs up, then looks to us. “Bad news,” he reveals. “Our biggest client is on a warpath, they were on CNBC this morning, and Dan wants me back in the office to help with the peace offerings. They’ve got me on a 1:40 flight coming back this afternoon. You guys can drive me to the airport, okay?” “I’ll go home with you,” Christie offers. “Me, too,” I add. We’ve still got one day to go, but it looks like the vacation is breaking up. “Naw, that’s stupid,” Jake decides, scratching his stomach. “The company’s picking up my plane flight, if we try to get you guys back you’ll have to pay the change fees. Besides, just because they screwed me doesn’t mean you have to get in the cross fire.” I expect Christie to argue some more, but she surprisingly gives in. “Okay,” she says, “Derek and I will find some way to keep amused.” Jake gives her a look, semi-threatening and sort of irritated, then looks at me. “Just remember, bub, she’s my girl. I’m going to take a shower.” While Jake’s packing, Christie and I go out for some tennis. She’s wearing this cute little number, and every time she retrieves a ball I can see her panties and ass peek out from the skirt. As we rest between sets, I try to have a conversation with her. “Do you think this is a good idea?” “Why not?” Christie retorts. “Jake trusts me. Besides, this will give you a good chance to pay up on our bet.” When she sees my shocked face, she laughs, then bounces to the base line and proceeds to whip my butt in yet another set. We grab a sandwich at a Burger King on the way to the airport – Jake’s happy, at least – and as Jake gets out at the entrance, he thanks me and says, “Be nice to my girlfriend, now – keep her safe for me, okay?” I drive the rental car around the perimeter while Christie goes into the ticket counter with Jake, keeping him company until he has to run the security gauntlet. Finally, she pops out and climbs in the passenger seat. On the way out to the expressway, she says, “Hey, are you in a hurry to get back to the condo?” “Not really,” I admit. “Why, you got something you want to do?” “Sure, let’s go into town and do the tourist traps.” We’d thought about this on the way down, it’s an old southern city, but Jake nixed the idea, just wanting to lay around the resort. “Sounds good.” By the time we get there, I find out Christie has a full itinerary planned around the shopping district. I don’t really mind, though, walking with her through the old slave market. Just watching her face light up with a bargain is enough for me. We stop for a drink, chat about little in particular, then stroll through the palms and magnolias, admiring the mansions and gardens. We come across a restaurant, and decide to step into the courtyard and sample the menu of grilled halibut and crab cakes. The waiter dribbles the French wine into our glasses; I notice Christie seems to be imbibing the scented liquid faster than I. Jake’s presence, or lack of it, seems to be forgotten. Under the table, I sense Christie’s foot bump against mine, she doesn’t seem to be in a rush to move it. After we refuse deserts or an after dinner drink, we stumble through the late twilight to the car, and begin the drive back to the island. The route takes us through a business district, one lined with gas stations, Taco Bells and carpet stores. We pass a gaudily lit establishment, Christie remarks on the signboard advertising ‘Girls, 24 hours a day.’ “Do you and Jake go to those kind of places often?” “We used to. We haven’t been to one since you moved in with him,” I reply. “Why do you like it?” “Me? I don’t, not that much. Jake’s the guy who always wants to go.” She thinks about it for a few moments. “I’d like to see what he finds in it,” she declares. “Can we go back there?” “You sure?” I question. “It can get a little . . .” I search for the proper adjective, “. . . raunchy, I guess.” “But a woman like me wouldn’t be accosted, would she?” “No, not as long as you were with a guy.” “Well, I’ve got you,” she decides. “Come on.” At a stoplight I make a U-turn, and three minutes later the bouncer is letting us through the panel door, relieving me of five dollars in the process. “No cover for you, sweetie, it’s ladies night,” he says, pointing to the poster of events behind him. We turn a corner and enter the establishment. Quickly, I scan the crowd and realize that it’s early, only twelve or fifteen guys are in the dive. Four or five of them are gathered by a pool table in the corner, more interested in solids and stripes than the wriggling flesh on the stage in the middle of the room. We find a table somewhat out of the way where we can observe the action, Christie takes in the horse-faced woman on the platform, now topless and playing with her g-string. A bikinied woman comes over, I order a scotch, Christie opts for vodka tonic. Now she’s full of a thousand questions. “Are these girls prostitutes? Do they make a lot of money? The guys seem to just sit there.” As I answer her questions, the song ends and the girl on the stage is replaced by another and the announcement from the DJ, “Folks, put your hands together for the lovely Angela.” Christie watches intently as Angela, dressed as a construction worker, begins to gyrate and tease the few patrons. After the girl is down to bare boobs and panties, Christie asks another question. “The signboard said last night was amateur night, what does that mean?” “Oh, sometimes guys bring their girlfriends in and they get up on stage. Usually there’s a fifty dollar prize or something.” I notice, even through her bra, that Christie’s nipples dilate at this suggestion, and wonder if she’s excited with the idea. “Did you and Jake ever bring your girlfriends to these places?” “A few times. Once Jake got a girl he was with to go up on stage.” On the dais Angela is down to her panties, and a customer slips a large bill between the fabric and skin. Angela gives him a big smile, and as the third song of the set begins she daringly pulls the elastic of the waistband further and further until, finally, the panties join the rest of her getup discarded on the stage, and Angela’s bush and labia are displayed for the few observers, including us. As Angela trots off the platform, only to be supplanted by still another strumpet, Christie lets out a long sigh. She waves her empty glass at our waitress, and soon our drinks are refreshed. Christie observes while Angela steps from behind a curtain, now skimpily dressed, and goes to wait on one of the few customers. We have little to talk about now, and Christie watches the next stripper. I’m getting bored, Christie excuses herself explaining she has to powder her nose. Ten or fifteen minutes later Christie’s not back yet, and I’m starting to get a little nervous. I wonder if maybe I should ask one of the dancers to check the restroom out, then hear the DJ announce, “Gents, we’ve got a very special event for you. We’ve got a very special lady for you – this is her very first time on the stage! Say hello to Christie!” Christie ambles to the stage as a slow song starts, dressed in a man’s dress shirt with a tie, short skirt and high heels. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she’s clean and fresh compared to the other dancers. As she takes center post, she stops, as if she’s confused, then looks around, getting her bearings. Then she closes her eyes and begins to sway. For a full minute she stands there, grooving to her own rhythm, and I notice the conversation around the bar has stopped, no clink comes from the balls on the pool table. Only when she has the attention of every person in the hall does she begin to play with her tie, pulling on the end as if she’s going to unknot it. She’s playing with the crowd, and although her face is calm I know how excited she must be – the fabric of the shirt, as it droops over the curve of her breasts, is crinkled with the extension of her nipples. Finally, she pulls the tie off and unbuttons first the collar, then the top two buttons. By the time the first song is over, she’s exposed nothing more than her legs and a bit of skin below her neck, and hasn’t moved her feet from the spot she planted them at the beginning of the music. Everyone in the room awaits her next revealment. A second song begins, a little faster than the first, and now Christie begins to stroll around the dance floor. Another button pops, and now the opening is large enough to expose the swell of her breasts. Facing directly towards me, she leans forward and I catch a glimpse of those perfect globes. She understands the power of this simple movement, and repeats it for a number of her other watchers. Soon she’s upright again, and now she’s playing with the waistband of her skirt. It seems to be almost an afterthought, and with little ado she steps out of the garment. Every man wishes to see the curve of her hips, but they are disappointed – the long tail of the dress shirt hides both her behind and front. Exactly on cue, the second song blends into the third, a rhythmic tune with a good beat. Christie’s hands move back to the buttons of the shirt, and soon they’re all unfastened, clearly exposing the flesh between the mounds. She plays with the fabric, pulling it open a bit, enough to see the curvature, then closing it again, vexing her audience. Soon she advances, and hints of the aureoles are given. Now she takes the opportunity to play with the tail of the shirt, and glimpses of her wonderful arse ensue. It’s difficult to see if she’s wearing panties or not, then a string is seen above the crack, only two or three shades darker than her smooth skin. She stands facing away from me, then bends forward and simultaneously throws the fabric to the side, allowing me to see between her legs, the vagina hidden only by a small patch of cloth. Quickly she stands and pulls the shirt wide open, revealing to me and the other men those perfect, conic breasts. A catcall comes from someone, ‘take it off,’ and Christie obliges, throwing the shirt over her shoulder, and parading around the dance floor topless, her mound covered only by the slightest of g-strings. As the song winds to a close, she winks and blows me a kiss, and rambles back through the curtain to the dressing room. The crowd is silent, mesmerized by the beauty, and the pause is broken by the DJ spouting, “Let’s hear it for Christie!” The applause and screams from the gallery is almost deafening, far outstripping the small crowd. Christie pokes her head out from the curtain to see the commotion, and the DJ, seizing the opportunity, quickly starts another song. Christie ducks back in, but now the call goes up: “More, more!!!” Not to disappoint her audience, Christie soon emerges, the white dress shirt left behind, and stands proudly, the points of her breasts hardened, acknowledging the cheers. As the music rises, she once more begins to gyrate, moving across the stage, and men reach across with green paper to stuff into her g-string, but she avoids them, not wishing to be touched. Moments later, she traipses back into the dressing ground, leaving the room stunned. After the crowd begins to quiet, the DJ announces the next professional, and I feel bad for her; she is almost forgotten in the hubbub. Strangers come over and congratulate me for having such a great girl friend, and when I try to explain our relationship they fail to understand. Soon Christie joins me, fully dressed now, and the men try to talk to her, buy her a drink, but she refuses and says to me, “Let’s get out of here.” I follow her to the car, and I can tell she’s still high from the experience. “Did you see me, Derek? It was great!” We drive back to the island, talking about the experience. She wants to know what I saw, to tell me about what it felt like. After we enter the apartment she drags me to the couch and sits facing me. “Okay, it’s time to pay off.” “What do you mean?” I ask, innocently, knowing full well what she wants. “You weren’t naked up there tonight – you had that g-string on.” “Oh, yeah? Well what about last night? Are you going to claim I had earrings on or something?” “I never got to see the good part,” I complain. “Jake’s head was right where I wanted to see.” She ponders this for a moment, then apparently decides not to make an issue of it. “Okay,” she agrees, then stands and quickly pulls her blouse over her head and drops the shorts to the rug. All that’s covering her most private parts is a frilly bra and the minuscule thong as she approaches the stereo and puts on dance music. Smiling, she begins to gyrate as she did in the strip joint, and within a minute her hands flip behind her back, unleashing the décolleté, and with little ado the skimpy garment joins it’s discarded fellows. Now she’s prancing across the floor in front of me, playing with the elastic band of her g-string, drooping first the left side, then the right, and then her back is turned to me, the panties are drooped until the most beautiful butt is exposed to my view. Twisting, she faces me again, and watching me intently, she quickly and gracefully steps out of the panties, exposing the bush I knew was there, the fine yellow curls masking a protruding Venus’ mound. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks, standing on one leg, a lanky thigh just disguising the portal between the extended legs. “Yes,” I agree, even though I know I’d love to have the entire vagina exposed. But even in this state of excitement I realize that’s way too much to ask. “Okay, then, it’s your turn to give it up.” I tear my eyes from her frame and catch her eye. Her stare announces it’s not a joke, she wants me to fulfill the bargain we jokingly made. When I hesitate, she seduces me with just one word, “Please?” She sits on the couch, crouched against one arm, and arranges her legs so I have no hope of catching the faintest glimpse of the pinkness. I stand and quickly shuck my shirt and trousers, then pull my boxers off. I’m as naked as she is now, and my pecker stands straight from my body, as hard as it’s ever been. I recline on the other end of the sofa, facing her, and ask, “You really want to see me jerk off?” “Yes,” she huskily replies, “yes.” I’ve been masturbating now for going on fifteen years, and I’m an expert at it. Usually, I visualize a woman, any woman, and what I’m doing to her, but this time I simply gaze at Christie, at her long legs, the throat, those perfect globes and below the waist her curl of hair, and I don’t need to pretend. Spitting into my left hand for a bit of lubrication, I stroke the head of my penis with my palm while my right hand toys with my balls. Christie’s eyes are fixed on my gonads, and soon her hand creeps down to her netherland, and she spreads her legs, allowing me a complete view of the wondrous pussy. I can see how moist it is and one of her fingers exposes the coral clitoris. This is too much for me, and my strokes quickly bring the seminal liquid to the surface. The juice spurts from the tip, nearly a foot into the air. The next gush is lessened, and within ten or twelve swipes, I’m simply dribbling. Christie’s still fondling herself, but all the while she’s been watching me carefully. “Beautiful,” she murmurs, then stretches her legs further open until I can see everything, the stunning double folds of skin surrounding the moist tunnel that I want so much to penetrate with a finger, a tongue, or, dream of dreams, my manhood. As her index finger coaxes the button, the middle finger immerses itself inside the vagina. Her other hand goes to a breast and titillates a nipple. As her head droops back onto the pillow, I realize she’s going to allow herself to come while I gawk. Her breath is exploding from her lungs in short pants, then I hear a low rhythmic moaning, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” I watch as her entire body takes on a roseate glow. It is easily the most erotic episode of my life. I want to help her, to be a part of her reveling, and I place a hand on her ankle, but she pulls her leg away from me – it’s obvious my assistance isn’t desired. After she completes her orgasm, she looks at me and smiles. “That was beautiful,” she confides, and I’m unsure as to how to end, or continue, the encounter. But I’m saved the embarrassment – Christie stands up shakily, takes one last look at my semen covered midriff, mouths “I wish” wistfully, then plods to her bedroom, brushing my face with her hand longingly. I’m not sure if I should follow until I hear the door close and the click of a lock. And so, I realize, it’s time for me to go to my bed and sleep, should that be possible. I’m having a dream in which a beautiful woman is cuddled against me and stroking my manliness, and then I awaken enough to realize it’s not a dream, Christie is beside me, holding me. I know I’m fully erect, and Christie pushes me back and straddles me, mounts me. I’m entirely inside her, and when I press a palm to her breast she clasps it, cherishing the caress. Quickly she’s moaning in her sudden climax, and just as quickly I’m coming, my juices mingling with hers. Without words, she understands my needs and presses her pelvic bone hard against mine, allowing for the ultimate fury. She controls the motion, and I allow her to dominate the act of love. Even after I finish, she continues to gyrate in orgasm, and I hold the wisp of a waist, helping her to move, to inflame. When the passion is consummated, she simply leans forward, her chest on mine, and we snuggle. I feel our pounding heartbeats calm, and soon I hear the soft sounds of her heavy breathing indicating her loss of consciousness, and minutes before I, too, drift off I feel my softness slip from her silky passage. The sunlight streams through the window as I rouse, and the first vision I have is of Christie’s sapphire eyes looking at me, watching me awaken. Her smile immediately brightens my day, and I hear her say, “I couldn’t stop myself. Do you mind?” “Of course not,” I say, and mean, and I clutch her to me, sensing our flesh converge. For an hour or more we make love in spurts, first I on top of her, then again, she on top of me, then hunger and thirst drive us to the kitchen, and she sits on my lap, feeding me fruits, sucking juices from my mouth with her kisses. She pulls me to the couch, and again we share our bodies. Afterwards, we discern the day is passing and we need to pack for the trip home. And it is at that point, when we are showered and clothes again hide our beautiful bodies from each other’s stare, that shyness begins to settle in. Christie is more subdued now, less likely to embrace or caress me. On the drive to the airport, she smiles at me as if recollecting the passion, but the intimacy we shared for a few wondrous hours dissipates. On the flight to Atlanta she sits beside me yet few words pass between us. As we wait for the plane to depart Hartsfield, she sighs heavily and confesses, “We shouldn’t have done that. It was my fault, of course, I never should have let it go so far. I wonder what will happen when Jake finds out?” “You’re not going to tell him, are you?” “I have to,” she seriously declares, “it wouldn’t be fair to him not to know what I’ve done.” “But . . .” I start, then stop. I want to tell her not to, I want to explain it’s not necessary, and I want to ask her to leave Jake, to come with me. But I haven’t the nerve to ask for even the smallest boon. We’re separated on the full flight, she sitting in the front rows, I near the back pressed against a window, watching the evening gloaming from thirty-five thousand feet, wondering just how my life has changed. When the aircraft approaches the jetway and the two bells alarm us to the arrival, I barely glimpse the blonde ponytail depart long moments before my chance looms. When at last I’m freed from the tunnel, I lumber through the terminal. Occasionally I spy Christie through the crowd, her hair swishing first left, then right, her rump following suit. She’s nearly jogging, and I know there’s no chance I’ll catch her in the crowd. I lose her as she passes the metal detectors and I trail her down the escalators to the baggage claim. And then I see her, poised next to my best friend, perhaps my newest enemy. Christie droops her head in shame, and Jake grimaces. I realize he now knows of the treachery. He catches my approach, points his finger at me and crooks it, bidding me to approach. As I gravely draw near, ready to confess my sins, I’m shocked to detect the silver tones of Christie’s giggles and Jake’s joyful cry of, “Happy Birthday, Bud!”

It was the deep winter of 1979 - and winters in Cleveland can be abysmal. And yet, there was a ray of hope, even though the spring flowers were weeks away. Backgammon was the game of the time, and I was playing by the fireplace against Brenda. Laura, my girlfriend, was a few feet away, moving the stones on the board against Brenda's husband, Jeff. The stakes weren't just a dollar or two, they were much more significant - we were playing strip backgammon. It wasn't the first time we'd placed such a bet. Just a few weeks before Laura had lost her panties and she'd taken them off briskly, displaying her engaging body not only to me, but to Jeff as well. That was the first time he'd ever seen it, and I remember him licking his lips in the glory. At the same time to keep my attention, Brenda, perhaps eight years older than my thirty years, deftly removed her bra and then her briefs. Of course, Jeff and I were chivalrous and threw off the rest of our clothing. Brenda watched me closely, I didn't notice if Laura inspected Jeff's body for I was distracted. It was a revelation to me, I was a greenhorn in the area of group sexual sports. I'd met Laura the spring before, a few months after both of our divorces. Other than my wife, I'd had just a few encounters with women. I was the only man Laura had had, save only her husband, and I'd brought her to her first orgasm. We were close, just short of being in love, and although I played the field when I was out of her sight, she told me she was being 'faithful' to me by her own set of morals. And here, in the glow of the fireplace, was a naked woman I'd never thought was available to me. That first night of strip backgammon, back in the depths of January, the sexual awareness of the foursome was at its peak. Laura cuddled to me, Brenda stroked her husband, facing us. I watched her take her husband's penis into her mouth, a few moments later I laid Laura on her back, pressed my tongue to her clit, she came brusquely. By common assent, the two couples moved a few feet from each other to continue our foreplay. As Laura's tongue tickled my manhood Brenda was on her side, facing us, her husband was toying with her lady parts from behind. I watched her as Laura gave me a blow job, Brenda gazed into my eyes. A few moments later the two women pushed their lovers onto their backs, climbed over them and the four of us were making love, Laura with me, Brenda with her husband. After a few position changes, and quite a few climaxes from both of the girls, I let loose into Laura's depths, to be followed a few moments later by Jeff erupting into his woman. Then Laura and I were treated to one of the little-known pleasures of life, the post-coital mingling of spirits. Without clothing themselves, Brenda and Laura fetched coffee and dessert, the four of us sat on the floor, chatting not of sex but just friendly topics. Yet we gazed on the luscious bodies of our partners in crime, pondering ribald reflections. Lazily the evening came to closure, Laura and I dressed for our escape into the snowy night, Jeff shook my hand, Brenda kissed me intimately on the cheek and pressed her lingerie clad body into mine. I can't remember who's apartment we went to that night, Laura's or mine, but I have no doubt we hungrily made love again, thinking about the naked couple in our memories. The next day Laura and I shyly recalled the evening before, I found Laura was as surprised by the curiosity as I, yet wasn't shocked or dismayed by the episode. She asked me if Brenda's body was more attractive then hers - I denied it honestly - and she admitted she'd enjoyed the sight of Jeff's raging prick, only the third she'd ever seen in action. With that, the incident slipped into the past. Or so I thought. A few weeks later, Laura informed me Brenda and Jeff had invited us on a long weekend jaunt to Niagara Falls. I agreed readily, We made plans to meet the Thursday evening before, head to a restaurant, then spend the night at their house before making the drive Friday morning. We met them, I'm sure, at a café not far from their house for dinner. I thought nothing of it, we'd dined with them a few times before, our palate was enticed with aperitifs and wine. Afterwards we drove to their house, Jeff poured us liqueurs and the two backgammon boards were set up. The fireplace was lit, candles illuminated the scene. I'm sure it was Jeff who suggested, "Usual stakes?" and the bargain was agreed to. We would play rotating games, first I'd play Brenda, then Laura and Jeff, we'd then repeat. Conversation was light, buoyant, and the rolling of the dice, the clacking of the stones added a sensuous touch. Brenda was the inferior player of the group, her clothing dwindled before the rest of us. She was sitting to my right, playing her husband I believe, when her upper lingerie was forfeit. I remember she turned her back and pleaded for me to unclasp the stays. I looked to Laura for a clue, she smiled permission to me, for the first time I was touching Brenda's unclad skin. She turned to me, kissed me on the cheek, her unclothed breast touched my arm. We continued to play, somehow Brenda kept her panties on, eventually Jeff lost his underwear. When his erect prick was exposed, by consensus the game came to a halt. Each couple formed, Brenda with Jeff, Laura at my side, foreplay began. Once again I was treated to the sight of lovemaking beginning between the married couple while I was entwined with my girlfriend. Slow moments went by, the sounds of sex filled the room, groans and whines from both women, and by-and-by Laura pulled me on top of her. I'm ashamed to say I was so wound up that I had little control, within a few moments I felt my orgasm force it's way to the acme, I filled Laura's womb with my fluid. My girlfriend and I rolled into a more comfortable position, my back to the other couple, I coddled her. Moments later I was taken aback to feel a hand on my shoulder. Laura pushed me onto my back, she was in the crook of my right arm, Brenda was to my left. Brenda placed her face to mine, for the first time we kissed passionately. I sensed a hand on my groin, one of the women was filling her palm with my testicles, I wasn't sure which. I turned to Laura, kissed her, then back to Brenda. Suddenly, Brenda was lying on top of me, her breasts were wedged to my chest, one leg was on each side of me, had I been hard I might have easily penetrated her. Jeff was perhaps ten feet away, observing raptly. Laura was still beside me, I looked to her, she smiled her consent. I became involved with the wife of my friend, we rolled over, I kissed Brenda's nipples, touched between her legs. There seemed no limits to what Brenda was willing to let me do to her, no curb on her lustful desires for my body. I paid complete attention to her, for a few moments I felt the hands of my girlfriend on my shoulder, my butt. I remember as I had a finger deep inside Brenda, Laura kissed me fervidly. I went down on Brenda, tasting her juices, arousing her clit, she pressed her hand to my head, pulling my tongue deep into her. She moaned loudly, announcing her first orgasm with me to the witnesses. I concentrated on Brenda, drawing her pleasure out, extending it, and finally she pushed my forehead away. I looked to my right, was flabbergasted to see Laura's rump facing me, it was obvious Jeff's prick was surrounded by her lips. I was a bit shocked; it hadn't hit me that if I was making out with Brenda, Jeff had every right to be sensuous with Laura. I'm sure I pondered the situation for a moment or two - did I want my girlfriend to be intimate with another man? But just a moment. My hands were full of a willing damsel who was not my girlfriend, and I wished to do despicable things to her. At the same time, I realized Laura was not my wife, might never be, and she had every right to her own desires. I went back to playing with Brenda, completely unconcerned with what adventures were being enacted on the other side of the room. (Well, perhaps I was a bit interested, but only in a lurid way, I wanted Laura to have just as good a time as I was having.) Brenda and I continued our erotic behavior. My prick was swallowed by her, it easily returned to attention as I was still a young man. Eventually, it was agreed between us the time had come for coitus, I believe our first position was a variation of doggy. I felt good, I felt strong, my penis was hard and straight, I gave Brenda every thing she wanted. For a good half hour we rolled in various positions, Brenda roared in appreciation. At the same time I was treated to Laura's groans as Jeff hammered into her, I admit I slowed my own efforts from time to time to observe my girlfriend at work. Eventually, Brenda had her fill of me, and I was yet to culminate with her. She asked me what I wanted, I suggested missionary, she complied, a throw-pillow beneath her rump. She held me as I thrusted, cooed to me, encouraged me to plant my seed deep inside her, and yet my willie was reluctant to burst. Certainly my orgasm with Laura before was a factor, the various alcoholic drinks I'd imbibed through the evening dulled me, the unique situation I was in seemed a deterrent. I came close, oh so close, but I simply wouldn't get there. Brenda understood my situation, when I slowed she asked, "Are you okay?" I grumbled I was fine, we disconnected. Laura and Jeff had been finished for some time, while Brenda and I were continuing our exercises they cuddled, chatted and watched the floor show. The four of us arose, Laura came to me, kissed me, we assured ourselves silently that no harm had been done to our relationship. Without dressing, just gathering our clothes, Laura and I walked to the guest room, performed our pre-bed rituals in the bathroom, then fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms. It was after eight the next morning when I rose, Laura was still in a deep trance, and I smelled the coffee. I dressed in slacks and shirt and waddled into the kitchen to find Brenda, dressed in an opaque negligee, preparing the breakfast foods. She came to me, hugged me, I was skittish about it. "Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded. "It's usual, I think, to be a little shy the next morning. I just want you to know you were fantastic last night." Not too long after that, we were joined by Jeff, then Laura, and the muffins and eggs and coffee were dined on with cheer, but the lewdness of the night seemed to have dissipated with the morning sun. We piled into their large car, a 1970's era gas guzzler, with Jeff driving, Brenda in the front with him, and Laura and I sprawling in the comfortable back seat. On the ride, at least three hours, I'm sure we chatted, played games, listened to music and perhaps even sang. But no overt sexual topics were raised, nothing that seemed lustful. Crossing into Canada, we were questioned about our purpose, I thought there was, perhaps, just a hint of whimsy in Jeff's reply, "Pleasure." We checked into the Old Stone Inn in the mid-afternoon, a historical hotel just a few blocks from the escarpment, found that Jeff and Brenda had rented two rooms, one an apartment with a large jacuzzi tub, the other adjacent with a connecting door. I remember the first evening we went to a gourmet dinner in the hotel's dining room with many a beverage, then retired to our rooms - it was simply too cold, too snowy for strolling or heading for another venue. Someone suggested we take a bath in the jacuzzi, we all stripped and squeezed ourselves into the hot water. Nature took its course, as expected, Jeff and Brenda headed for the mattress, Laura and I made love in the tub. I'm sure everyone watched each other, the concept of multiple people making love in one room encouraged passion, but to my disappointment there was no suggestion of interchanging playmates. I wanted to, badly. Although I'd capered with Brenda's bewitching body the night before, there was some ridiculous notion within my brain that I hadn't really 'made love' to her because I hadn't orgasmed with her, inside of her. Oh, she'd invited me to, but I knew I hadn't. Perhaps I thought I was less of a man because of my 'failure.' In addition, Laura and I hadn't discussed the atrocity. In my naive state, I simply wasn't sure if Laura had enjoyed herself, had desired the other man; I wondered if she hadn't gone along with it just to be 'part of the crowd.' So, as the foursome was engaged in the passionate arts, I neglected to suggest another form of coupling, and no one else expressed the motivation. After awhile, when the troupe calmed after fulfillment, Laura and I retired to our own room, to the bed. We slept in the next morning, Laura and I rising sometime near eleven, and we checked on the couple next door; they were still sound asleep, we chose not to disturb them. After dressing, we headed for the dining room and a lingering brunch. It was well on the way to one o'clock when we returned to the suite, through the door we heard Brenda's groans, it was obvious what they were up to. Laura and I climbed into our heavy winter coats, the boots, hats and gloves and trekked to the cataract. The temperature was well below zero, celsius, the falls were half encased in ice, we stood for only a few seconds in the wind admiring the phenomena, we ran to a nearby shelter for coffee. We tried to travel the tourist zone, hopping from gift shop to cafe in an attempt to wave off the freeze. Sitting over hot toddies, I'm not sure who first raised the subject, we shyly compared notes of the shuffle with our friends. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked Laura. "Yes, it was . . . interesting. You know, Jeff's only the third man to have me." "I thought I heard you come." "I did, almost as hard as the ones you give me," she declared. I thought she held back a bit, considerate of my male pride. "Did you like it when you screwed Brenda?" "I cannot tell a lie . . . Of course I did. She's sexy. Not as sexy as you, not by a long shot, but yeah, I had a good time." "It didn't bother me that you were making love to her," Laura continued. "Did it bother you that I was with Jeff?" "No, not really. I didn't get jealous, much." We paused, thinking our own thoughts of the conflagration. "Can I ask a question? Did Jeff finish inside you?" A wistful gaze came to Laura's face. "It seemed pretty big to me when he did. Did you like coming inside Brenda?" Apparently Laura hadn't realized my dilemma, my failing. "Yes," I lied, not wanting to seem like less of a man. "If we got the chance, would you want to do it again?" "Only if it was okay with you," Laura conceded. It was clear she was leaving the matter up to me. And her question about me being jealous led me to think that, just perhaps, I was supposed to be a little more circumspect. Once outside, the cold snapped us again, we decided to give up our journey, returned to the Inn. Walking into Jeff and Brenda's room - the connecting door hadn't been closed since we arrived - we found the other couple napping. The clothes on the chairs alerted us they'd been out of the room, they'd had lunch. They were both naked, I had a good view of Brenda's alluring nipples, had they made love yet again? Laura and I crept back to the room, she kissed me, I started stripping her down to her sexy underwear. We stood next to each other, our breaths gushing, our juices flowing, and suddenly I knew what I wanted. "You want to go into the other room, be with them?" I posited. She looked to me for a moment, brazenly responded, "I'd like to, would you?" "Yes!" We raced into the other bedroom, Laura unhooked her bra as she ran, exposing her generous breasts. Brenda, I remember, was stirring, she looked at my state of dress, opened her arms to me. I laid beside her, within a moment I had my lips on her nipple, she had a hand on my prick. For her part, I noticed Laura's panties fly across the room, in a moment she bent and was giving Jeff a blow job. I couldn't wait, nor did Brenda want me to. Sensing my need, she placed her rump to the bed, extended her thighs, proffered her body to me. I climbed aboard, with a hand she guided my missile into her silo, I thrusted hard, she pressed back. I was so excited I lasted less than two minutes, I pumped into her, she realized what was happening, she joyfully surrounded my hips with her legs, let me have my trophy. For his part, Jeff was gleefully cavorting with my girlfriend, he had her in some sideways position, I heard Laura's song. Brenda and I didn't stop simply because I'd orgasmed, I was hot for her, and I was young and horny. I recollect placing her on her hands and knees, punctured her and thrusted hard towards her, she crooned in pleasure. The lovemaking continued. I found later Jeff hadn't been able to fill Laura's crevice, he'd had too much sex lately, but that didn't stop them from copulating. At some point, we returned to our original configuration. This was so exciting to me, screwing one girl after I'd just had another, that I managed to let go again with a bit of spunk. "Well," Brenda laughed, "I guess this means we won't be playing strip backgammon tonight." We all laughed riotously. For the moment, our sex was over, yet we were in a playful mood. I'm sure the jacuzzi was filled with squealing bodies again, I wouldn't doubt that backgammon or Trivial Pursuit was played. We dressed for our eight o'clock dinner reservations, once again ate in the Inn as no one particularly desired to head out into the bitter cold. When the meal was over, Jeff and Brenda disappeared into the gift shop, Laura cuddled to me. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Just fine. Sex is so much fun, isn't it?" "Just for it's own sake, yes. You're right." I was wondering if the swapping with Jeff and Brenda was over, or if something else was on the menu. Laura spoke up again. "Brenda wants to know if you might want to be alone with her for awhile." "Why?" "Well, she sees you've got this romantic streak, she wonders what it would be like if you were all by yourself with her." "And you'd be with Jeff?" "Brenda says he'd like to, yes." I didn't speak my agreement, didn't dismiss the idea. As we walked back to the rooms, I thought about it. Were we going too far, too fast? But what was the problem? Was I worried Laura wouldn't be my girlfriend anymore, that she'd want to become a slut? There was certainly a dash of tart in her, when she met me she'd been somewhat cautious in bed, along the way she'd wanted to try everything, from sex in places we might get caught to anal to, now, swapping. But what was the problem? It wasn't as if I had any plans to marry the woman. We were, I knew, just marking time. Back in the suite, Jeff poured some liquor, we sat and enjoyed the fire, decided to play backgammon. When I lost the first game, I took off my shoes and socks. Over the next forty-five minutes, the heat rose in the room as clothing was discarded, erotic skin was uncovered. When Laura lost her panties, she let Jeff take them off, he promptly placed her on her back, crawled between her legs, licked her clitoris. I stood, pulled Brenda to her feet. Her bosom was bare, her nipples taut to my fingers. "Why don't we go into the other bed, let them have a little space?" "Oh, I'd like that," she blessed. I took my time with Brenda this time, making sure she was pleasured by fingers and mouth and rubs of the skin. She complimented me on my love-making skills, wondered where I'd come by them. And when she was ready she climbed above me, I was able to watch her in her glory as she surrounded my willing prick with her warmth. I was in no hurry, nor was she, and we played together for a lengthy time before I felt inclined to release, I placed her on her back, she rose on her legs, provided me the perfect target, I poured into her. Brenda and I cuddled, the room was warm, our psyches satiated, I dropped off to sleep. In the early hours, when the light of the morning was peeking through the curtains, my bladder woke me, I noticed the woman in my bed was a naked Laura. I stroked her, she slit her eyes and smiled at me, we wrestled on the bed together. When the clock indicated it was after ten, we were awoken by a knock on the door, "Housekeeping!" We realized we needed to check out, so we showered and packed our things, met Jeff and Brenda in the breakfast room. There was no shyness this time, I kissed Brenda openly, Laura was greeted as warmly by Jeff. On the ride home, again Jeff drove, but Laura was his companion in the front seat, Brenda let me hold her in the back. We played our games again, sang the songs, and though there was emotional closeness, passion was dimmed for the moment, we'd all had more than enough. The next morning, I had to catch a plane - my job required a great amount of travel. I talked with Laura in the evening by telephone, the upcoming weekend was my time with my daughters, a divorced father never gives that up willingly. The next Monday I headed to my corporate headquarters for two weeks to teach rookies in our products. Yes, I met someone there, on four or five nights I stayed in her bedroom, there was no love involved, just a desire to couple. By the time I got around to Laura again, a full month had passed. We spent a pleasant weekend together, the sex was as good as it always was with her, and yet, somehow, the closeness we had was ebbing. I had no idea if she was seeing Jeff or someone else, she didn't ask me if I'd been less than faithful on my travels. It simply didn't matter. We went to a dinner for four couples at Jeff and Brenda's house, Brenda greeted me as a welcomed friend, but no other intimate actions or suggestions followed. Laura and I drifted in this fashion for some months, at some point Laura became jealous of another woman she knew I was seeing, she left my bed in the middle of the night to 'punish me.' By the fall, we'd run our course, we had one last evening to celebrate our friendship, over the next months we'd have an occasional lunch or perhaps cocktails, simply to keep in touch with each other, but both had moved on. I'll always be fond of Laura, remember her and her friends ardently, remember that long weekend, my first foursome swap, very fondly. It was to be over twenty years before I found myself in a similar situation. ~~~~~~~~~~ The above is an absolutely true story, as close as I can recall. Of course, the names have been changed to protect the depraved. If you enjoyed this story, won’t you please leave a comment? I, like every other author that is unpaid, crave to hear your opinion, leaving a note is a kindness. Or, if there was something lacking, if I may have done better, creative criticism will be quite welcomed.

Our friend Steve called last week to suggest that the four of us got together to celebrate Vicky`s birthday. He invited us to go stay with them for the weekend of August 1. I suggested meeting halfway since the drive is almost 8 hours. He agreed and said he could look into finding a hotel with a two bedroom suite for Saturday night. I told that Amy had gone to the store and that I would call back after she returned and we discussed the idea. Amy returned home and when I told her she said that she had invited her friend Melissa to come over on that day. But she was so excited about getting together with Steve and Vicky and said she would change the date with Melissa. We called back to Steve and Vicky and gave the OK. Melissa is a friend of Amy's who is divorced and we have spoken about having her over for a FMF threesome. Amy called Melissa who suggested that she could come over last Saturday. As planned Melissa arrived, bringing flowers for Amy and a bottle of red wine “Ménage a Trois” for me. Melissa wore a short dress and looked sexy. We talked about boyfriends and she said she didn't have a current one. We talked about sex and birth control, she said she had a little vibrator for emergency use and needed condoms for the real thing. She said that she had brought Plan B just in case. Amy told her that she was a natural sex person which limited her to just a few lovers. Melissa said she had previously taken the pill, also that condoms were a turn-off for her. When I previously spoke with Amy about threesome sex, she said she'd be watching while I satisfied Melissa. Amy asked Melissa if she would like to try the sex swing, she liked the idea. I went to set up the swing and when I returned both girls were in bra and panties waiting for me. Amy stripped me down to my shorts and started to feel for my cock, then Melissa joined in. Before long I had one hand over Melissa's boobs and the other on her pussy. Amy started to give me a BJ and transferred the responsibility to Melissa. They left for the bedroom asking me to wait a while before following. In the bedroom I found Melissa ready in the swing, naked. She had nice boobs and a tiny butterfly tattooed on her belly near her vagina. She said she would like to start unprotected but need to finish with a condom. Amy said you can trust him. Amy squirted lube over Melissa's vagina and said, "That's me, done. The rest is up to Dave." I asked Melissa to get me hard with some oral and she did a blowjob for a couple of minutes. Amy said she'd see us later and vanished. Now for the fun. I slowly penetrated Melissa's pussy as she moaned quietly. "That's the real thing!" she said. We went for a while before I put on a condom, and she said now make me have a great orgasm. That was the turn-on for me and I had to go slow for a while to calm down. She finished, and then I shot my sperm into the condom. We went back downstairs, saw Amy, and told her that we had fun. Amy replied with a smile that she knew from the sounds we made. "Please, can I come back?" Melissa asked. "I will start taking the pill, so in one month's time you can squirt me full of warm jizz." Amy said that should be fun. After Melissa left, Amy asked who was a better swinger, Melissa or Lesley? I told her that condoms could not compete with bareback. She knew what I meant. Amy said that she wanted me to satisfy Melissa's desires and perhaps we could do a true threesome next time where I creampie each of them while the other watched. Amy is now looking forward to swinging with Steve and Vicky next weekend. We made love last night. She first asked me to tell her about Melissa and then asked if Vicky was as sexy. I asked her if she was looking forward to Steve's 9-inch cock, to which she said: "All the way to the top of my pussy with lots of warm cum inside me!" I'll tell the story when we get back from the trip.

I really didn’t need that little blue pill. I’d taken one of my own in anticipation before I came over to Bea’s place. I was raring to go. Mavis walked across her living room and pulled the blinds shut, then just stood there. I opened the dialog, "This is your fantasy meeting, Mavis. How do you want it to go? Is there anything special you like?" She just stood there silently for a while. Finally, she spoke softly, "Let’s just make out for a while and see what happens. I walked over and took her in my arms. We hugged and, at first, we just held each other. She looked up at me and I kissed her, lightly at first, but soon we were passionately kissing and exploring with our hands. She pulled open the top button of my shirt, so I unbuttoned her blouse and felt her breasts. She didn’t need a bra. Her tiny tits looked so inviting, I couldn’t resist fondling them. Perhaps small tits, but her nipples stood to attention, inviting my lips and tongue. I felt a definite shiver through her body as I began caressing one tit while I nibbled on the other. We kept that up for several delightful moments. She surprised me by unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants down, letting them fall to the floor. I responded by pulling her blouse off and pulling her slacks and knickers down. I was headed towards nuzzling her pussy, but she quickly pulled my shirt and boxers off. We were immediately hugging, kissing and fondling. I almost tripped over my pants when she pulled me toward the bedroom. I had to kick my shoes off and step out of them to go with her. On the way to the bedroom, she nudged me into the bathroom in front of the sink. "I hope you don’t mind." She quickly washed my cock with a facecloth. How could I mind her handling my cock and balls? Then off we went to the bedroom. Standing in front of her bed, I held and kissed her, starting to fondle her tits. She backed off a bit and whispered, "No foreplay, let’s just make love. I’ve had four weeks of foreplay, talking with Bea." She fell back, lying face up, legs open for me, beckoning with both hands. How could I refuse. Down I went, kissing her pussy, licking and nibbling her hot wet, pussy. Her moans and squeaks really turned me on. It only took a moment or two before she stiffened and groaned, then relaxed for a moment. But before I could think of what to do next, she was pulling me up to her, "In me, put it into me. . . Now, I want you to shag me now, now." Again, how could I resist? I eased myself over her and slipped my stiff cock into her in one swift move. I took a few thrusts to get everything oiled to perfection then started my pubic mound massage, holding it as deeply as possible and moving round, back and forth, up and down, holding tight clit contact. Again, it didn’t take long before she was almost screaming, her body jerking in spasms, almost crying. Her violent actions surprised me by their ferociousness as she came, milking my cock to the point that she forced it out of her. I quickly reinserted it, riding her through a tremendous cum. I was so distracted, that I couldn’t cum myself, even with all that stimulation. Finally, she calmed down and I rolled off of her. She just lay there, panting, the picture of absolute relaxation. I lay back too, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck from time to time as her breathing eventually returned to normal. I just enjoyed the closeness. I couldn’t have been happier. Not having cum, I was able really to appreciate the atmosphere. I wasn’t wiped out, so I could notice everything she did as she lay there, naked in front of me. Eventually, she kissed me and whispered, "Thank you so much, Richard. I enjoyed it so much." "The pleasure was all mine." I assured her. And I meant it. We lay there quite some time, while she recounted how everything had felt. I joined in enthusiastically. I commented that I thought it would have been a lot harder to seduce her. "Oh I was seduced weeks ago, Dick." Just at that moment she took my dick in her hand and the obvious pun made me laugh. She laughed too, but stopped suddenly, jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I had to laugh. Moments later I heard the loo flush and she walked back in, laughing. After four children, I can’t afford to laugh with a full bladder. We both chuckled as she climbed back into bed. She reached down and began to fondle my half-hard cock and balls. "Oh my, I haven’t had the opportunity to play with any of these in years." She continued for a while. "Oh, you’re still hard. You didn’t cum? I’m so sorry, Dick." "Don’t worry about my dick, Mavis. I had a wonderful time with you. I wouldn’t change a moment of it." "But you didn’t cum. Robert always came. I’m sorry, I was so tied up in my pleasure, I didn’t think to . . ." I cut her off. "No, not to worry about it. An orgasm only lasts a few seconds. The feelings I’m feeling for you right now go on and on. I loved being together with you. Besides, I’m only good for a couple of ejaculations. This way we can try it again if you like." "I like, and maybe again and again?" "We’ll do whatever works for you, Mavis. This is your fantasy. Besides, you have no idea how good what you are doing feels to me. And how good it feels to touch you." She leaned over and kissed me. After a while I had to tell her, "I need to use the facilities too. You aren’t the only one with an active bladder." She was chuckling as I walked out the door. It was a bit hard to pee through a fully erect cock, but it was necessary. When I returned, she was on her back, legs open to me, motioning me to come close with her hands. My cock slid into her hot, wet pussy like it was meant to be there. She urged me to pump her, harder and harder, her voice rising in pitch each time she spoke. Soon she was squealing again and pulsing her pussy muscles. After all this, there was nothing I could do but submit to my baser instincts and let the pleasure suffuse my body. I shot my load, pressing in as hard as I could, filling her with my cum. Even after I’d cum, I kept pushing and pushing until her pussy muscles forced it out of her vagina and I had to collapse beside her, completely wiped out. I think we dozed a while because the next thing I noted was some little kids playing loudly in the neighborhood. Our eyes met and we kissed, long and slowly – for quite a while. We finally got up and were surprised to find that it was after seven o’clock. I moved down to nuzzle her pussy and was overwhelmed by the incredibly sensuous aroma. The taste was even better as I carried her through several long, drawn out moans. Eventually, she pulled me up to kiss her. We lay together, fondling, kissing lightly, and talking minimally. I told her how wonderful it felt to be with her and she told me exactly how she felt. Eventually, we got up and had small sandwiches in her kitchen. I often had to remind Bea that I liked to see her naked, but Mavis seemed to enjoy being sans clothes. After the sandwiches we had a delightful oral romp in her living room. Finally it was getting late and I was gathering my clothes, when Bea walked in through the back door. She eyed me curiously then went to see Mavis in the kitchen. "You said you’d call." Bea told Mavis, giving her a hug. "Sorry, I was distracted." Mavis replied as I continued gathering my clothes. Bea laughed, "I should have expected that you’d be naked. Dick seems to like that." Mavis also laughed. "Yes, and so do I." "Will you be meeting with him regularly?" "Sure will, if he will. This is really fun. Besides, he’s a nice guy." Bea was quiet for a while before she spoke quietly so I couldn’t hear, but Mavis told me later. "Good It’ll be a good distraction for him. He’s been getting more friendly than I would like. Spreading his affections should make things a lot smoother." Each of the ladies has her own way with sex. Bea is more active, but hesitates to go for third rounds. Mavis would screw all day and night if I could take it, and loves to try new things. Mavis is also much more friendly when we aren’t screwing around. Our regular meetings continued through the next few months, the best of all worlds for a guy, but slowly I noticed a change in my two ladies. Mavis wasn’t against having a man underfoot. She asked if she could come over to my place and began visiting me several evenings a week. The sex was great. One Wednesday, Bea called off our meeting. She had something else to do. Soon it was only once a week, then not every week. Mavis filled in the assignations and we began to feel very close. Bea was still enthusiastic when we did meet, but I detected a coolness and a reticence to run around naked when I was there. Mavis finally told me that Bea was getting jealous and that it might be better if I didn’t come over as often. That was OK, because Mavis came to my place instead. She also began going with me to the nudist park. Bea had only gone once and didn’t like it. At this point, Bea is inviting me over only about once a month, but Mavis has been monopolizing the rest of my time. I suspect there will be a major change in relationships soon. I have to go to Florida for a couple of months to take care of my sister who just found out she has terminal cancer and just enrolled in hospice. Mavis wants to come, but I see it as a bad idea. Sis is a very religious person,. I don’t want to interfere with her feelings through the tough time coming. I’m not sure how things will be when I get back home. In the meantime, I wonder if any of the many clubs and nudist parks in Florida might find a place for a single guy my age.

The arrangement Bea and I had was working wonderfully, sex twice a week with no encumbrances. I would like to have stepped up the relationship a bit. I was feeling very close to Bea, but she kept things under control. She definitely didn’t want a man about, underfoot. After Sunday school, I was waiting to say goodbye to Bea, when her friend, Mavis, came out the door and gave me a little hug. She said softly, "You little devil, you." I had to shiver a little in embarrassment at Mavis knowing what Bea and I were doing. She backed away from the hug and told me that Bea would like to see me at her house for dinner at about two thirty. I had no problem with that, until Mavis embarrassed me again with an over-obvious wink. I stopped at Costco on the way home to buy some wine for dinner and on a whim, I bought a bouquet of flowers. I knew I was pushing Bea’s rules, but it felt a good idea at the time. I used to hate Costco. With my second wife, I called it the four hundred dollar club. She spent like a drunken sailor. Just zipping in and out, buying only what I needed, while enjoying the samples of food is great, now that I’m by myself. I felt awkward, walking over to Bea’s carrying a bag of wine and flowers, but what the hell, I don’t care what anyone thinks. My first big surprise was that Mavis greeted me at Bea’s door. I gave her the flowers and the two of them cooed over them while cutting the stems and arranging them in a vase. The flowers weren’t a mistake. Bea’s Stroganoff was scrumptious. Did I mention she’s a great cook? We talked about the weather, people at church, and a bit of politics – Bea and I disagree on politics, so I normally avoid the subject, but Mavis sounded like we might have similar ideas on how to run a country. The second surprise came after we cleared the dishes and sat back at the table. Bea looked at Mavis silently for a while, until Mavis nodded her head and smiled an embarrassed smile. Bea turned to me and bluntly made her proposition. "Dick, we’ve been having sex for, what, four weeks now, right?" I nodded, wondering what came next. "I’ve been very fond of your attention, maybe too fond. We’ve been getting a bit too lovey-dovey lately." She paused and looked me in the eyes. I figured, Oh shit, she’s going to stop the sex. She looked over at Mavis. "Mavis and I have been talking about this. She has the same problem I do, only her husband was a doll. She wouldn’t mind getting some of what you’ve been giving me." I expected her to ask if I had a friend. She continued after a pause. She was watching my face. I suspect she could read me like a book. I had the good sense to keep quiet and just follow her lead. She looked over at Mavis again. Mavis nodded and reached for her purse. Bea continued. Would you be willing to go home with Mavis today and share with her, what you’ve been doing with me?" Mavis handed me a pill bottle with one blue pill. I was a bit stunned, so I just sat there with the deer in the headlights look. Mavis looked saddened, speaking hesitantly, "You don’t have to if you don’t want to." I finally came to my senses and spoke up, taking her hand across the table. "Oh, no problem, Mavis. This is just happening a little fast for me." I looked back to Bea. "Are you breaking up with. . ." "Oh no, Dick. I’d like you to keep coming over on Wednesdays and Saturdays if you want. Mavis kind of likes the idea of Thursday and Sunday if that would work for you." Mavis nodded. I sat there, nodding my head for a moment while I processed the concept. Finally, I got my voice. "I really can’t promise that – yet. You might not like me in bed. We’ll have to try it to see if I can satisfy you first." Mavis nodded enthusiastically and told me, "I think what you’ve been doing with Bea will be wonderful." I looked at both of them, back and forth. "Has Bea been telling you what we do?" "Yes, chapter and verse." Mavis answered. "And you two are going to compare notes, after . . ." They both nodded. "Chapter and verse?" Mavis answered with a smile. "Bea’s been telling me everything. It’s very erotic. I think we can get along famously. I’ve always kind of fancied you." "You are both as sexy as can be." Rather than salivate and say "YES YES YEAH!" I kept quiet, trying to choose my words carefully. Finally I managed. I reached out and took Bea’s hand too. "I’ll tell you what. I would love to share with you two lovely ladies, but I’ll have to get a promise from both of you." They leaned in intently. "You’ll have to promise that you’ll tell me the truth, and if I ever do anything to disappoint you, you’ll let me know. If there is any jealousy or if I step over bounds, we’ll talk it out. OK?" They both nodded. "And if you ever want to stop, just tell me." They nodded again and I had to think carefully what to say, I was running into the insufficient brain blood supply problem and didn’t want to step on my tongue. "OK. I’ll be on trial with you, Mavis. We’ll try it out and you can be the judge on whether it becomes a regular thing." We must have sat there for three or four minutes. I finally broke the silence. "So, what do we do now?" Bea looked at Mavis. Mavis nodded, and Bea answered, "If you’re willing and able, you can walk next door with Mavis and, uh, as you said, go on trial." I nodded and after a moment, I rose. Bea laughed. "You’d better go by the back door so the neighbors don’t see that erection of yours." We all laughed. We finished the bottle of Sauvignon blanc and Mavis and I did use the back door. While walking to her house, I asked, "She told you everything?" "In glorious detail. I’ve been envious."

In part one, I wrote of an unlikely arrangement in which I was propositioned by a lovely mature lady who no longer wanted a man around under-foot but wanted sex. I was delighted to accommodate her. On the Wednesday after our first sexual encounter, I came home from the gym and found a voice message on my home phone. Bea asked if I could come over at about six for another visit. She said her shower drain was clogged. When I returned her call it went to voicemail so I just said "Of course." She met me at the door wearing a T shirt and shorts. Protruding nipples bespoke no bra, and brought a definite tingle to my genitals. She ushered me in and said, "I hope this isn’t an inconvenience, Richard. I put some liquid plumber in it, but it still backs up when I turn the water on." "No problem." I answered, holding up the grocery bag with my plumbing snake. "This may be a bit of a dirty job, mind if I . . . " I pulled at my shirt button. "By all means." She answered, pulling her T shirt off. We were naked and hugging in no time at all. Unfortunately, there was work at hand, so we broke off the hugs and kisses, took the snake into the bathroom and I got to work. Indeed it was a dirty job. The culprit was a small pearl bracelet enmeshed with lots of hair and other yucky stuff. "Oh, my ankle bracelet. I wondered what happened to that." She insisted that I wrap it in tissue and throw it away. By the time I rinsed out the snake and used some Comet to scrub the shower stall. I was thoroughly in need of a shower. Bea joined me part way through, wearing a shower cap. We had a delightful time soaping each other up until the water turned cold. Even a cold shower wasn’t enough to curb my lust. We air dried there in the bathroom, hugging and kissing, fondling and getting very hot. We kind of morphed into her bedroom, not really separating to walk, just kind of moving together while enjoying each other’s bodies. I went down on her lovely, tasty, pussy, and she squirmed around to take my half-hard cock into her hand, then directing it into her mouth. There are lots of good things in life, but things don’t get much better than a great sixty-nine. My hormones were flooding me throughout as I lavished my attention on her wonderful pussy. She literally screamed around my cock as her pussy muscles spasmed at my mouth. I tried to hold off but by the time she was through her orgasm I had to tell her I was cumming. She just hummed and sucked harder. I loved the feeling of her tongue rotating around my cock-head as she sucked it. I groaned and she sucked harder. Damn was that a great cum. Those hard, crinkly feelings took me over and shook me like a rag doll as I spurted and groaned and squirted into her receptive mouth. Time kind of collapsed. As Robin Williams said, "God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to work one at a time." The next thing I knew, we were kissing and I tasted my cum in her mouth. What a thrill. At my age, I don’t deliver a lot of cum, but there was certainly enough to taste. We lay there for quite a while, our kissing getting more soft and gentle as time passed. We didn’t doze, we just got more and more comfortable together. Eventually, we both needed to use the loo so we got up. Standing naked in the kitchen, drinking ice water, I remembered the last time when she didn’t want a second session. I asked her what she wanted to do. She thought a moment, then suggested that we have dinner and afterwards we could have a "Proper fuck" to finish the evening. I love doing things nude, so it was enjoyable to fix the stir fry together. She wasn’t quite as comfortable, but she did keep her clothes off until she had to don an apron to do the actual cooking. It’s not very comfortable to fry naked for obvious reasons. While chopping tomatoes, I mentioned my conversation with her friend Mavis. "I saw Mavis at church Sunday. She called me a little devil. Did you tell . . ." Bea turned and smiled a wicked smile. "Oh yes. We tell each other everything." "Everything?" I asked. She nodded, blushing a bit. "Anyone else I need to watch out for?" "No. She’s my best friend. Been that way for over twenty years. We don’t have many secrets." She thought a few moments. "My kids, though . . ." Suddenly, I was concerned. "Have you told them . . . I should be careful around . . ." "No. I haven’t told them, but sooner or later, they’ll catch on." She caught the disturbed look on my face. "Oh, not to worry, Dick. They’ll understand." We worked quietly for a while. I couldn’t help thinking how sexy she looked, working about the kitchen stark naked. I wondered if she noticed that I was getting the start of a hard on. After a while, she looked at me with a sly grin. "She’s envious. You know." "Beverly, your daughter?" "No, silly." She leaned over to kiss my cheek and tweak my prick. "Mavis. She’s envious of our arrangement. She would love to have some of this. Oh, it’s getting hard again. " She began jacking it in earnest, making me forget about Mavis and making my cock really hard, making me really want to put it to work. She gave my rock hard dick another tweak, then walked back to the stove, put her apron on and started the stir fry. "We can both get really horny while we eat, thinking of what we’re going to do to that hard-on in a while." Damn, did I ever keep thinking about it, a lot. I suppose the food was great. She’s a good cook. But my mind was elsewhere the whole time. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her pert little breasts, rising and falling above the table as we ate. What incredible foreplay that was. In spite of the show, the anticipation, and the hormones, my cock went soft until we finished the fruit bowl desert. She stood and her breasts seemed to grow as she leaned over the table to pick up her dishes. My dick felt that prickly feeling and it began to rise as I rose to put my dishes in the dishwasher. "Oh, my." She said, smiling and motioning towards my growing member. "We’re going to have to do something about that." And we did. We started in the kitchen, moved to her living room, and ended up in her bed. I distinctly remember copulating in just about every position possible. We fucked doggy and missionary on the couch. She came massively riding cowgirl. I flipped her over and came inside her missionary, then gave her a wonderful tasting pussy licking to another good O. After recovery, we broke for a potty break and some ice water, then we retired to her bed for a long, slow missionary fuck in the middle of which I went soft, so I went down on her for her last orgasm of the night. We broke her rule that night and slept the night through together, I woke first, I’m a morning guy, and busied myself cleaning up the kitchen and the disarray we left in the living room. I suppose the clinking dishes woke her. I heard her shower going. I was probably smelly and sticky too, so I took a quick turn through the guest shower. As I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, I saw her come out of her room, study the living room then the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen doorway for a while, then shook her head and turned to me. Looking very serious, she said softly. "Time to get dressed, dick. I think you need to go." I was stunned. I know I shouldn’t have broken her rule and spent the night, but she’d encouraged me by holding me until we fell asleep. I got dressed quickly and left without my expected hug at the door. "What a screw-up I am." I thought as I walked the four blocks to my house. For the next few days I was, at best morose, until she called me on Friday, leaving a voice message. "Hi Dick. You left your tools here on Wednesday. You can pick them up when you come over for our date tomorrow at six. We’re still on for that, right?" I felt like I had whiplash. What the hell was going on? Was she mad at me or not? Evidently she wasn’t. She met me at the door naked and we fucked like rabbits until ten. We both had to be at church early to prepare the program, so we parted at ten fifteen with a wonderful kiss and fondle. Talk about whiplash. We didn’t talk much, we just fucked and fucked and fucked. Likewise, the same thing happened the next Saturday. And she called for another assignation (her word) at my place that Wednesday. That Saturday, it was back at her place. She never mentioned being upset the morning after I fixed her shower, and I knew better than to stir that pot. Who could ask for a better arrangement than that?

Four years of knowing that my second wife, Pauline, just let me have sex out of duty, soured me considerably on marriage and sex both. Since the divorce, I’ve had some opportunities to enjoy sex, but not often enough for a former swinger, especially since so many women my age don’t think sex is important. Oh, my goodness, Barb, my first wife loved sex so much, it was wonderful. A year ago something very interesting happened. I’ve always been handy at fixing things, so I’ve spent a lot of my free time helping friends and neighbors when something broke. The older women at church, particularly, called on me to replace a light fixture, fix a garbage disposer, or in Bea’s case, to change her locks after she broke up with a man who turned out not to be very nice. I’ve known Bea for several years, working with her in Sunday school and on several committees. After I’d finished her locks, I helped her clean out her garage and make a run to the dump in my pickup. I wouldn’t accept any cash, but let her talk me into taking me to the Outback restaurant for lunch that weekend. She’s a classy woman, prim and proper, always to the point. She knows how to make things happen, a born leader from a time when women weren’t expected to be leaders. Over lunch, we talked about lots of things. She prodded me to tell her a lot about myself. For a while it felt like she was interviewing me, but she’s an old friend and that’s her way. We walked across the boulevard to the park on the way back to her house. She asked if I’d sit with her on the bench under an old oak tree. She had something she wanted to talk to me about. She sat there, silently for a while, looking in the direction of a softball game across the park. Finally, she spoke up. "You know about George. Of course you do, you just changed the locks. Michael has been gone for over four years now. Do you remember him?" I nodded. "We were married almost twenty-eight years when he passed. He was a real pain in the ass." I had to smile at that comment. Michael was of the old school, ruling the roost. "Michael never did the dishes or changed a diaper. For a while, after he passed, I thought I could find a man who was kind and thoughtful, but all the guys I’ve dated either wanted a nurse or a purse, or both. I’m perfectly happy living alone without a man underfoot." She paused for a moment while I wondered what she was about to complain about. What bad had I done her? She continued after a bit. "The only thing I really miss is the sex, but every time I let a guy into my bed, he starts getting sappy and wants to move in." By this time I was trying to think of something to say, but too confused to wrap my mind around any kind of response. "I have a proposition for you, Dick. I remember years ago talking to Barb. I was aghast to find out that you two slept around quite a lot. Over the years I’ve come to understand and appreciate what you were doing. That’s why I’m asking you." All kinds of things rushed through my mind as she paused for a while, looking away. "I need someone to come over for sex about once a week, but not to hang around other than that. Could you do that for me?" All I could muster up was: "Sure, I guess so, I. . ." "You’re a nice fellow, Dick. I like you, but I don’t want to ruin things with any of that love crap. Do you know what I mean?" Well, after Pauline, I did know exactly what she meant, but couldn’t think of anything to say at the moment, so I just nodded. She reached into her purse and produced a pill bottle. "Would this be of use to you this afternoon?" I saw that the container held one blue pill, a Viagra. I gave her the best answer I could, I swallowed it quickly. "I expect you to get off, yourself, but you. . ." She paused. "Bea." I finally figured out how to talk. "I’d love to get together with you, and I’ll try to make it as good an experience for you as I can. I have to admit though, I’m really out of practice. Pauline didn’t like sex at all, so I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to do for you." She stood first, purposely ignoring my last comment. I joined her to walk the fifteen minutes to her home. Somehow it seemed we walked a bit faster going to her home than we had coming from it. I asked what she liked and didn’t like. It seemed strange to be walking along, talking about cunnilingus, sex positions and the like, but it was quite stimulating. As we walked up her steps, she turned to tell me. "One thing I won’t abide, dick. I rather like eating a penis, but Michael sometimes forced my head down to eat him. Don’t ever try to force me to do anything like that. You can ask me, or I’ll do it all in my own time, when I’m ready to enjoy it." I nodded assent. We entered her house and stood there looking at each other for a moment. She said: "I prefer for you to be squeaky clean. Would you mind taking a shower before we. . .?" While she set out the towels, I simply got undressed right in front of her. She looked a bit shocked. "I’ve been a nudist most of my life, I hope you don’t mind." She thought a brief second then laughed: "I suppose not. After all, we’ll both be naked soon." I noted that she was very careful not to look at my genitals. After a quick shower, I toweled off and ignored the chenille robe she left for me. I found her in the den, lighting candles. I crept in behind her, put my arms around her and kissed her neck. She was a little surprised, but soon we were hugging. I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear lobes and kissed her forehead and eyes. After a few light kisses on her lips, we began to kiss slowly, tentatively at first. She obviously wasn’t ready at that time to kiss passionately. Between kisses, I told her how lovely she looked, and how good it felt to kiss her. Our hands were very busy, exploring each other, so far, all above the waist. One of my hands found her breast and we both moaned as I fondled her. My other hand found the zipper on the back of her dress, which soon found its way all the way open. She made no move to slow me down, even when I unhooked her bra. Her dress and bra slipped down to her waist. I stood back, keeping my hands on her shoulders. "I’ve been looking at you in Sunday school, since we met. I’ve always wanted to see your breasts. I’m certainly not disappointed now. You look so darned beautiful this way." As I was talking, her dress and bra fell to the floor. I bent over, picked them up and carefully draped them over the back of a chair. I saw that she was wearing white cotton panties, the kind mothers want their adolescent daughters to wear. As I stepped back, her reaction was to cover her breasts with her hands. A shy smile lit her face. "You’ve really looked at me that way at church?" "Oh yes. I’m sure most of the men have undressed you with their eyes." Her face and shoulders turned bright red. She was blushing. "Now that I see you without those encumbrances, all those desires haven’t been wasted. You are a true knock-out, Bea." I stepped up, took her in my arms and kissed her long and passionately as she melted into me. The next few minutes were a blur of kisses, nibbles, licking, fondling, as we really got into it. I made the rounds, her lips, neck, nipples, between her boobs, her neck and back to her lips, several times, Each round, her kisses became more in earnest. When my hands found their way inside her panties to fondle her bum, she opened her mouth to let my tongue in for a long, deep, passionate kiss that went on and on while I massaged her ass and boob. While we were kissing, I let my hand roam around to hold her pussy. Sneaking a finger to the top of her slit and ever so shallowly inside caused her to inhale sharply and back away from our kiss. I looked into her eyes and softly said "Thank you so much." I kissed her again, lightly and held her for a while, letting my hard cock poke at her panties. After a bit, I hooked my thumbs in her panties and began to slide them down. She breathed deeply , then relaxed as I pulled back to get them all the way down. While on my knees, eyes at her pussy level, she stepped out of them, first one foot then the other, giving me two good glimpses of her most precious attraction. I looked up at her past her small, lovely breasts, and said: "Thank you so much, after all that time, I don’t have to imagine what you look like any more. You are so much lovelier than I imagined." I kissed her pussy, nuzzling into it for a moment. I rose slowly and put my hands on her shoulders, looking her up and down. "You are so darned pretty. You’ve always dressed well, so pretty and desirable, but I can’t get over what a beautiful woman you’ve been hiding under those sexy clothes." She grinned and almost whispered: "Flattery – flattery will get you everywhere." I took her into my arms and kissed her while I poked at her nether regions with my cock. We were both breathing hard. When we broke our deep kiss, I took the liberty of nibbling her neck and nipples. She broke away and practically fell into the couch. "Richard, I need something in me right now." She opened her legs to show me the most beautiful pussy. I had to shudder. Leaning in, I kissed her again, then nibbled her nipples.Straightening up, I took my cock in hand and ran it over and around her pussy. "Put it in, Richard. Stop fooling around." "Would you mind if I kissed it first?" I asked, but didn’t wait for her answer. I placed my mouth over her pussy and began to lick and nibble. She inhaled sharply a few times, but didn’t tell me to stop. I reached around her legs to fondle her breast with one hand as I entered her pussy with a finger of the other hand, reaching up to find her G spot, just as Barb taught me years ago. I felt wonderful, reveling in the tastes and aromas. Soon her hips were keeping time with my ministrations and she began to moan. I licked just under her clit for quite a while, then sucked it into my mouth. Then, when I licked at it again, she shuddered and her moans turned to squeals. She froze, and her vagina muscles spasmed repeatedly as I continued to lick and suck. Finally, she relaxed and after a moment, she pulled on my head. I moved up to lie next to her on the couch and kissed her softly, holding her close. After quite some time, I figured she was coming down, so I nibbled her ear and spoke softly: "Thank you so much, Bea. I’m sure I enjoyed that more than you." "No way, Richard. That was wonderful." She lay there breathing hard for a while. "I figured we’d get naked, you’d stick it in and we’d just do it. I didn’t expect to be seduced. I didn’t even expect an orgasm. With Michael, we just . . ." I touched her lips with my finger. "You’re not with Michael, or George. You’re with me, and I’ll say unequivocally, this was more enjoyable for me than it was for you. I adored helping you have those feelings, that’s the best part." "But you haven’t even, uh. . ." She reached down and brushed her hand across my half-hard cock. "Cum? No, There’s still time for that if you like. If not, I’ve already had a wonderful time with you." I kissed her softly, and we snuggled in together. "By the way, if you’d like to touch my penis again, I will be delighted." She did and I was. But she didn’t just touch it. She fondled it, played with it, stroked my balls, tickled my balls. It felt so wonderful I had to moan a bit. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobes. It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon we sorted out our hands and arms so we could kiss while fondling boobs, pussy and cock. I felt ecstatic, and I told her so. After a bit, I felt her pussy begin to flood as she began to mew softly, and after a little while more, she quietly asked, "Will you fuck me now, Dick? I really need you inside me." In all those years I didn’t know she even knew that word, let alone used it. I answered by easing her onto her back and kneeling between her opened legs. I couldn’t resist a taste of her delicious juices before I placed my erection against her pussy, playing its head back and forth through her moist, well lubricated pussy lips. I asked her to take my cock and use it the way she wanted and after a brief pause, she held my cock and explored her outer pussy with it. We both looked down, watching our genitals intermingle delightfully. After some time, she used her thumb to shove my cockhead inside her, then looked up at me and, as one, we both moved our hips to consummate our arrangement, pushing together until our pubic mounds met and we held ourselves still for several moments, enjoying the feelings. We kissed deeply and began moving our hips together, both of us moaning softly. When Barb and I first started swapping, she showed me how to maximize my partner’s pleasure, especially the first time we fucked. I’d been following that plan and now I continued. I didn’t just pound in and out. I held firm contact between our pubic mounds, keeping my cock as deep as it would go, moving my hips back and forth, around and fore and aft. (Barb had been in the navy), keeping her clit maximally involved. All the while, I kissed her deeply and fondled her breasts. Once in a while, I had to take two or three thrusts to keep my cock hard, then went back to maximal stimulation mode. I could feel her responding. She began moaning and she breathed faster. I didn’t give in to the incredible feelings, holding off as long as possible. Finally she heaved her hips against me several times then broke our kiss to scream out. Her pussy muscles spasmed and my poor little cock could take no more. It spasmed and those feelings took over my body ricocheting from cock to chest, to head, even to my toes. It was an incredible experience, certainly the best since Barb passed. I don’t know what happened As I enjoyed that orgasm, actually, as I enjoyed both our orgasms. The next thing I recollect was that we were holding each other on our sides and she was humming. We lay that way for quite some time, enjoying the afterglow until I realized I had to pee. I asked her softly if I could use her bathroom. She grinned and responded, "Not until I do." Then she bounded out of bed and headed to the loo. I waited outside until she was washing her hands. I asked if it was ok for me to go. She nodded then watched me do my business. When I finished, she ventured, "Well that settles it. I prefer uncircumcised guys, you have much better aim." We both laughed. I followed her to her bedroom where she started to put on a robe. I touched her bare shoulder and asked, "Would you mind not getting dressed? After all this time, I hate to miss a moment of seeing you at your most beautiful." She led me to the kitchen where we got some soft drinks then went out to the living room. We started toward the couch, but I stopped: "Wait a minute." I said. I ran into the bathroom and got a dry towel then spread it on the couch. "Nudists always sit on a towel. It’s nicer that way." We sat close together. "Notice." I pointed out. "I only got one towel." She turned a bit red again. We sat and talked for nearly an hour that way. Finally, I asked if she’d like another round. She shook her head. "Two orgasms like that is about all my system can take, Richard." Finally, I dressed reluctantly, then watched carefully as she got dressed and brushed her messy hair. She blushed again when I suggested that mussed hair is very sexy. I couldn’t resist kissing her before I walked out to my car. The next Sunday, I really looked at her differently as she taught the Sunday School lesson, and she did spend more time looking at me than at the rest. She had to meet with the Sunday School board after church, so I walked out the big doors. On the steps, Bea’s best friend, Mavis, walked up to me, shook my hands with her other hand over mine. She smiled at me and whispered: "You are a little devil, you are." It looked like my secret was out.