2 comments/ 47123 views/ 9 favorites Giving More By: His_angel_eyes He fastened the last of the straps and stepped back. She pulled, testing her restraints; the thigh straps were something new and already gave her a move helpless feeling. When she was finished with her quick check, she looked up into his eyes. A broad smile spread across his face. "How are you feeling, pet?" "Good Sir," she replied softly, her anticipation already mounting. He chuckled and went over to the toy box, returning to her with his arm behind his back and a sadistic smile on his face. She could feel the tingling sensation growing deep within her. He showed her the vibrator, explaining with a smirk, "Let's see what you are capable of my pet." She felt a shiver run through her, wondering what he had planned for her this evening. He climbed on the bed beside her bound form and placed the cold hard plastic against her warm clit, shocking her. He turned the toy on and the vibrations sent jolts through her. She whimpered in pleasure as her arousal began to build. Rapidly her breathing became panting...which became moaning...which became begging. "Please Master, May I cum?" "Cum now, pet," he demanded, her body giving in to his command. The orgasm quickly took over and she moaned loudly as her body shuddered against the restraints. As she came down, panting, she expected him to remove the toy but he just held it there, against her swollen clit. Her breath had barely returned to normal when she felt the twinge of another orgasm welling up in her. She tried to move away but it was a futile attempt as her restraints held her firmly. He kept the pressure against her clit constant with no end to the vibrations in sight. She tried to relax and control her breathing but it was no use the need in her was becoming too urgent. Her body tensed and she screamed out, "please...please...please" He chuckled, "Please what, pet?" "Please Master...please...can ...I...cum?" gasping the question with a sense of urgency. "Again, pet?" He smirked watching her writhe against her binds, unable to get away from the stimulation. "Please Master...please...please...please Masterrrrrrrrrr," she screamed. "Cum!" He ordered and watched her shake in orgasmic relief. She twitched uncontrollably with the toy still vibrating on her hypersensitive button. Gasping for breath, throat dry, eyes watering, she tried to get away from the toy. "Please turn it off Sir," she pleaded, begging for a chance to recuperate. "Not yet, mine," he stated firmly. "Lay back and relax, pet," the remark filled with sarcasm. Her weary eyes shot open, she gazed into his and knew this was going to be pure torture. Trying to relax her aching muscles, she stared deep into his dark eyes, seeking refuge. He leaned down and whispered softly in her ear, his warm breath tantalizing her sweat covered body. "Give me more, pet." Her body quivered in response to his words. She felt the desire rising in her; she could not believe her body was responding this way. She was exhausted and covered in sweat, yet she found herself teetering on the edge once again. This time the need was pushing her to the edge but not over. Her body ached with the desire for release. She willed herself to orgasm but it would not happen. her moans drying her throat, her pants heavier and louder. Her pussy was oozing with the fluids of her passion. "Please Master...stop," she moaned. He turned the toy off and her body instantly collapsed, struggling to regain her breath, her panting softening to a whisper, "Thank You Master." His smirk was sinister, "Don't thank me yet, pet" and he turned the toy back on. The shock of the vibrations pushed her immediately back to the edge. Her body tensed and squirmed as much as the restraints would allow. "Please stop Master...I can't," she cried out. "You can and you will pet" He stated in a very matter of fact tone. She fought against the restraints, trying to get away from the tormenting vibrations. Her attempts remained useless. He watched her for a while long then shut the toy off again, but kept it's now warm plastic against her clit. She relaxed again, this time knowing it was only to be a small reprieve. Once her composure had regained some normalcy, the toy began again, thrusting her back to the edge. She began pleading with him, 'Please...stop...please Master." He let her beg for a bit longer, then shut the toy off again, keeping it firm against her swollen button. She gathered her herself together and tried to appeal to him again. "Please Master...I can't do this...please stop...I can't." "I told you pet, you can and you will," he growled with a twinge of irritation in his tone. She saw the look in his eyes, and worried that she was beginning to disappoint him. She closed her eyes, and tried to calm her reeling mind. He pushed the plastic toy harder against her clit making her wince briefly. He turned it back on, her body rapidly raced to the verge of release and remained there steadily aching for the push over the edge. Her whimpers grew louder, fighting the urge to beg him. She twitched and squirmed, trying to force herself over, to no avail. With her eyes held shut, she felt his hands moving up her stomach, it caving under his touch. He grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. A sharp intake of breath and a loud moan escaped her lips. He pulled on the hard nub and twisted roughly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yessssssssss," she screamed. He released her nipple and turned the toy off, this time her whimper had a hint of disappointment in it. He chuckled and turned the toy back on. This time her passion was so close she could feel the quick spasms deep in her soaked pussy. "You will cum for me pet, now!" He instructed firmly. "Cum!" Her body exploded like it had never done before. Her binds held her thrashing body as she screamed, "For...you....Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" After her body had finished descending the orgasmic ride she had been thrust upon, she lay motionless, panting hard, heart racing. He removed the toy and unfastened her restraints. She could feel the pool of juices gathered beneath her. He lay down and curled himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her exhausted body. Placing a soft kiss on her neck, he whispered in her ear, "That's my good girl...I am proud of you pet." She smiled softly and nuzzled back into his chest. She whispered, "Thank you Master." as she drifted off to sleep, safe in his arms. Giving More Than Advice (This story may be true, but the names have been changed) Friday afternoon: Finally, some time alone. It was the day after Thanksgiving and I was waving goodbye to my lovely wife of eighteen years and our four children as they were leaving to visit her parents for the remainder of the holiday weekend. I was scheduled to go with them but after an unexpected meeting came up for Saturday morning at the university, I had to stay home. I was trying to act sad but the truth is that I love my time alone. Time to read, reflect on plans for the coming year, and who knows what else. Maybe I would get a chance to spend some time with Allison, who I have been growing quite fond of lately. Of course it wasn't always that way. It all started twenty-two years ago when I first met my wife's sister Allison at a party on campus. Beth and I weren't even officially dating yet when she introduced me to her 18 year old sister, who was in town to check out the university. Allison had a darker complexion than Beth and was taller. She was not extremely curvy but she had this Liv Tyler movie star look with long black hair and beautiful brown eyes. It didn't take long to discover that Allison knew she was gorgeous, which made her extremely stuck up and I doubted anyone would ever penetrate the "I am better than you" shell she had built around herself. Her attitude toward me was that I was not good enough for her sister, and that made us instant adversaries that would carry on for a long time. A couple of years later, Beth and I were married and we settled in the college town where we had graduated. Allison went to an Ivy League school and we only saw her around the holidays. Being very driven as well as beautiful, Allison became very successful as a writer, a motivational speaker, and has recently started a successful business. A few years ago she married John, a man seven years older than her, and they had a couple of kids. To me it seemed to be a marriage of convenience and it was hard to tell if they were truly happy. Around a year ago, Allison and John moved about twenty miles from us because they wanted to raise their kids away from the big city. Seeing so much more of them I realized that although Allison was still strikingly gorgeous, she had mellowed a lot and was actually pleasant to be around. Since I had my MBA, she was asking more questions as they related to her business and I always jumped at the chance to help. Not that I had ulterior motives, I just knew it made Beth happy to see me help out her little sister. Although Beth and I were extremely happy, I found myself having more in common with Allison then I first realized. When we would all travel on ski vacations, Allison and I would hit the expert slopes while everyone else would ski the easy stuff. When we would all go to the beach, Allison and I would go for a jog while everyone else sat around eating and drinking. It wasn't that Allison and I liked each other (we still acted like adversaries); it was just convenient for us to hang out together. However, even though she's my adversarial sister, she still looks awesome in her jogging outfit and with the ass she has, I found myself falling behind quite often when we would go for a run. That brings us to last Thanksgiving weekend. Being in our forties with kids, Beth and I find ourselves staying at home for the holidays more instead of traveling hours away to either side of the family. Imagine my glee to discover that not only did we not have to travel but we didn't have to cook either, as Allison and John had decided to have us over for Thanksgiving at their house. Even though Allison had mellowed out, she still had a selfish side about her and I quickly discovered what it was. She was using this dinner as another opportunity to pick my brain about a new compensation plan she wanted my help with for her business, which she asked about from the moment we arrived until we left. During dinner, John shared that he was going to take their kids up to his parents and spend the rest of the weekend with them, but that Allison was going to stay home to wrap up some end of the month business responsibilities. Beth shared that she was doing the same thing but that I couldn't go because of a prior engagement, and Allison instantly locked eyes with me. I said, "I know what you're thinking, but you have to finish your compensation plan without me." She smiled a wicked grin and Beth encouraged her to call me at any time if she needed help. Beth reiterated, "Robert has a wonderful business mind and if I were you I would glean as much of his knowledge and experience as you can." Then she openly encouraged me to be available at Allison's beck and call. She did so by saying, "Bobbie, if you give Allison your best while I am gone, I will give you my best when I return". We all laughed at her playful appeal with a sexual innuendo, as it was a little out of character for her. At the time I tried to act put out by the idea, but I secretly hoped she would need my help. Saturday afternoon: By 4:00 in the afternoon, I feared that Allison had worked out the details of her compensation plan on her own and my help was not needed. That's when the phone rang.... "This is Robert," I answered "Robert, its Allison." "Hey Allison, enjoying your time alone?" "Yeah, except I can't get this stupid spreadsheet to model the compensation plan properly." "That is too bad," I said, not offering any help. She paused for a moment and countered, "Now Bobbie, remember what Beth said about being available to help me out." I nearly chocked. She had never called me Bobbie before. No one ever called me Bobbie except Beth. I was Robert to the rest of the world and Bobbie was the pet name Beth used for me; especially when she was feeling playful. I knew Allison was using it only to bring to mind the conversation from two days ago but still hearing her say it and the way she said it made my mouth dry. However, I still played a little hard to get. "Yeah, she said I would be rewarded if I helped, not obligated to do so." Another pause. "Ok, how about this," Allison countered. "You have to eat sometime tonight. I will make you dinner and you fix this damn spread sheet. And on top of that, you get rewarded by my sister so you can't lose. Do we have a deal?" Still not wanting this line of discussion to end I said, "Well, your sister is the one that really has nothing to lose because she loves our little reward time as much or more than me". Allison laughed, saying, "I doubt any guy has less fun than a woman in a situation like that unless he can't get it up." I came back with, "That's not the issue at all, but to keep this on a professional basis, I won't go into that. I'll be there at 6:00." She simply said "See you then". I could tell that she was a little frustrated because she is the one that normally ends the discussions and sets the rules. But now, the tables had turned. I couldn't wait for 6:00 to arrive. I showered, put on some trendy jeans and one of Beth's favorite shirts that I wear when we go out. I didn't want to look like I had anything in mind, but at the same time I was secretly hoping something might happen between us. When I arrived I found Allison on the back deck having a glass of wine and a cigarette. This was a little out of character as no one in our family drank much and normally it was for social reasons. The other notable fact was that instead of being decked out like I was, she was donning sweat pants, a tee shirt, and had her hair pulled back with no makeup on. Still, she looked drop dead gorgeous. "What are you all dressed up for?" she asked. I played it off like I was still dressed from the meeting earlier in the day. When I asked about the wine she said, "With the family gone I thought I would have a little unwind time.." When I asked about the smoking she said, "I normally smoke about one pack a year and normally alone. It's an ugly habit but it goes so good with this deck wine I am having." "Mind if I join you?" I asked. "I didn't know you liked wine?" "There are a lot of things you may not know about me." "What makes you say that?" "Well, you didn't know I liked wine." "Touché, but what else don't I know?" "Look, pour me some wine and let me get your plan put into your spread sheet correctly so we can eat." She reluctantly succumbed to my request. Once again, I was in charge and she did not like it. About thirty minutes later, she came into her office to see me putting the finishing touches on a beautifully constructed compensation plan. She seemed overly excited and said, "Robert, when did you get so smart?" Knowing she was still sipping wine while she cooked and feeling a bit more bold from the wine myself I said, "I've always been smart. You were just too self focused to notice." Her mood turned on a dime and I thought I may have said too much. She then shamefully looked down and then into my eyes and said, "I have really been a bitch to you for the last twenty years." I tried to lighten things up by saying, "Not really, just for about nineteen. Last year has been almost bearable." We both laughed and she instructed me that I had fulfilled my end of the bargain and dinner was waiting. The next hour represented one of the best discussions Allison and I had ever had. She had prepared a chicken pasta meal which went great with the second bottle of wine she'd uncorked. Over dinner we talked about business, family, and filled in some of the gaps from the last twenty years.. When I spoke about how much I loved her sister, she started to cry. When I inquired as to why, she waved me off for a moment. She then admitted that her marriage to John was really more for convenience than love and that it left a little to be desired. I encouraged her by saying that my marriage to Beth wasn't always great but with the right knowledge, anything can be improved. She seemed to jump on that statement by stating, "Why does Beth seem happy all of the time? Are you feeding her happy pills or something? Just like that comment about getting her best on her return. That is so not like her, or at least not like the way she used to be". The truth is there were really a multitude of reason's I could have given for my wife's happiness, but I decided to take a turn down the topic of sex to see where that would end up. "Well Allison, having a wife that's multi orgasmic makes marriage a lot easier." At that point, she sprayed wine everywhere as I had timed my response with a sip from her glass. "Robert!!! Of all of the responses I would have predicted, that was not one of them." "Well I'm sure that's not something that sisters discuss. But the fact is Beth has become that way over the years and it really helps our love life." At that, we took a break to towel off everything from the wine and I started working on the dirty dishes. She watched as I loaded the dishwasher and said, "That has to have something to do with it. I didn't even say anything and you start doing the dishes." "No, that's just common courtesy, which is important in any relationship, not just a marriage. You made dinner, I clean up. That's a fair trade." "No, you helped my business and I made dinner, clean up was not part of the deal." "Sorry Allison, I just can't help my self." "Is that why Beth is so happy, you can't help yourself from being nice to her?" "I told you earlier why Beth is so happy, and you blew wine everywhere, remember?" At that we both laughed. After the kitchen was clean I suggested that I leave for the house as I made my way through the living room heading for the door. Before I made it to the door Allison suggested that I wasn't done yet. When I looked at her, obviously confused, she said, "I still need more advice." I replied, "Your plan is perfect, your business is rocking, there's no more business coaching you need from me." "No Robert, I need marriage coaching. I want the kind of marriage you and Beth have and I don't know where to start." With that I sat down in an arm chair and she settled down on the couch. I thoughtfully paused for a moment before saying, "Ok Allison, I can give you some marriage coaching, but here's how it works. Some of my advice comes from my behavioral work with the university and some of it from personal experience. Either way, in the area of marriage enhancement, we will discuss some sensitive issues. But remember, this is just two professional adults talking about marriage the same way we would discuss business." "What do you mean sensitive issues?" "Sex." "Sex!" she said loudly. "Is that all you guys think about? Is that your answer for everything?" "No, it's not the answer for everything. But sex in a marriage is just as important as profit in a business. If you don't have the right amount or the right quality, your business, or in this case, your marriage folds." "Ok Mr. Coach, how much is enough?" Feeling the wine making me bolder I took a chance, "It's not just quantity, its quality too. Do you both orgasm every time you have sex?" "Are you serious? He does but I very seldom do. My orgasms normally happen alone." At that response, I had a hard time concealing what I was thinking. The idea of my beautiful sister getting herself off was almost more than I could stand. Taking another chance I asked, "Was that what you were planning after I was gone this evening?" She was obviously embarrassed by my question but the wine she had been drinking took the edge off her response. "How does knowing the answer to that help in my marriage coaching?" "I was just trying to get an idea of how dire the situation was. But, don't answer that question because I believe I have the information I need." That pissed her off because she knew I was getting the best of her. I continued, "So John makes no effort to be sure you have had at least one orgasm during foreplay?" "No, he doesn't." "How often does he perform oral sex on you?" "He doesn't." "You're kidding me! That is one of my favorite things to do to Beth. I've become damn good at it too over the years, which has a lot to do with why she is so happy." After a long pause I suggested, "Maybe he doesn't do it because he doesn't know how and is embarrassed to say so. Have you considered coaching him though the process a couple of times?" After she looked at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, she said, "I wouldn't know what to ask for. I have never had a boyfriend or anybody do that very well." I looked at her for a moment before saying, "You know, there are books and videos on the subject. Maybe you should do a little research on the topic, just like you would do market research for your business." "I'm not sure I am comfortable looking for that kind of subject matter." "You could find it online in the privacy of your own home." "I wouldn't know where to start." "You could ask Beth about it." Looking shocked, she said, "This is embarrassing enough having to talk about it with you. That last thing I want to do is talk to someone else. We wouldn't be having this conversation if I hadn't had so much wine." "Well, those ideas aren't ideal anyway. And if you want to get this taken care of without getting any other people involved and without taking the time for research, there is only one answer and neither one of us have had enough wine to talk about it." At that statement, she looked right through me before saying, "We have both had a lot of wine and we are just talking as professional adults. This may shock you, but this is just to help my marriage. No one will know about this and this is just for research. There will be no kissing and I will only disrobe enough to serve our purpose, but I want you to perform oral sex on me like you do for Beth." Oh my God...you could have knocked me over with a feather. But then it really occurred to me what was happening. She was taking control after giving up control all evening. She was also not considering me her brother. That is why she just referred to my wife as Beth instead of her sister like she normally refers to her. What was I to do next? After a pregnant pause, I decided to come back with the same tone of control and lack of emotion that she did. "Ok, we will use the couch because the bedroom would give the wrong idea. You can just slip down your sweats but you will have to remove one leg so that you can spread out far enough. And, you will need to get a couple of towels to put under your butt because you will get very wet." At that comment I could see her nostrils flare. She was getting turned on and I had her right where I wanted her. Not missing a beat, she got up and walked down the hallway. She came marching back with one towel stating, "I doubt I will need two." She was challenging me and I was up to it. I told her to get comfortable and relax and she responded, "Look, this is just to show me the techniques so I can coach John. I don't need to orgasm to see how it's done." There she was taking control again, so I agreed. She spread out the towel on the couch and asked that I turn away for a moment which I did. When she said ok, I turned to see her angled on the couch with her left leg out of her sweats and the remainder of the material was pulled back up to cover her pubic area. As I started to move toward her, she placed her left foot on the floor to spread her legs but she held the sweat suit material in place. Sensing her apprehension, I took a mater of fact tone and said, "If you don't mind, I will tell you what I am doing to help you when it comes to coaching John. Fair enough?" She nodded. As I kneeled down on the floor in front of the couch, I started massaging the top of her knees and her thighs while I spoke, "Normally, when we are to this moment, Beth would have received a foot rub, a shoulder massage, or a hot bath to help start the relaxation process. We would have made out for a bit and participated in some other foreplay before coming to this point." As I said this, I kept moving my hands slowly up her thighs rubbing in circular motions. I then started massaging her pubic area and in doing so was moving the sweat suit material around enough that I could see Allison's beautiful pussy. I must have looked hypnotized because she asked, "Are you just going to stare?" "I'm not staring, I'm admiring. This is an area where you may need to coach John a little. If he dives right in, then he's missing the point. This is a very special part of the female body. It's not just for making babies, as you know. There are more nerve endings in this area than any other part of the body and therefore it demands respect. You don't just run though an art gallery, do you? No, you stop and appreciate all of the art forms. The area I am massaging right now surrounds one of the greatest works of art on the planet. Besides, while I am admiring your femininity and massaging your pubic area, it is feeling good, isn't it?" "Wow" she said, "I have never heard a speech like that given about pussy before and yes, it does feel good." Now, we just turned a serious corner. I was using terms like butt, femininity and the like to try to keep this non-sexual. But when she used the word pussy, several things occurred to me. The first was that I have never heard such language from her before which meant she was really opening up to me. Second, she was starting to see that I truly knew what I was doing and letting down her inhabitations. And third, she was getting turned on. I continued to tease her a little, never making direct contact with the prize.. As if she thought I was waiting for an invitation, she reached down and moved the rest of her bunched-up sweat suit out of the way and spread her legs a bit farther. I explained what was about to happen next. "You notice that I am using my thumbs to move your lips back and forth. The tension on the skin surrounding your clitoris helps to stimulate you and get things warmed up. I will now move my face a little closer and start kissing lightly to get you use to the feel of my lips on your pussy." Giving More Than Advice Chapter 1 I have been a financial advisor for a number of years. After college, I worked for a financial planning firm in more of a support role than dealing directly with the firm's clients and moved to a different and smaller advisory group when they gave me the opportunity to build a client base of my own. Well, the income potential was much greater compared with the former salary job and I jumped at the chance. That was eleven years ago, now I have a very nice clientele which I add to quite regularly. The best way I've found to bring new people in is to hold free investment planning meetings from time to time, each one holding about twenty to thirty people with five or six often opting to become clients. It was one of these early evening meetings, that I met the couple I want to tell you about, Martin and Alyssa Brent. They were pretty typical of the people who attended my seminars, somewhere in their forties and pretty well-off financially. They sat right in the front row and as I talked my eyes kept going back to them. They were a very handsome couple, he was in an expensive business suit and shoes that were probably custom-made as well. Alyssa Brent was quite attractive, lovely blond hair down along her shoulders, very nice figure in a woman's business suit ending in a short black skirt from which came a pair of beautiful long legs, her feet encased in a pair of elegant black high heels. The group turned out to be a good one, attentive and interested, and I went through my points one by one. I was occasionally distracted, only momentarily, by Mrs. Brent shifting in her seat every once in a while, re-crossing her legs, causing her skirt to ride up giving me a lovely view of the tops of her black net thigh-high stockings. I was the only lucky man in the room with such a privileged view. These sessions usually last about two hours and I always plan a break in the middle for the intake and outflow of fluids from the audience. It was then that the Brents singled me out with some nice words on how they had found my comments and suggestions so far to be quite enlightening and useful. "Yes, Alyssa and I have learned more already tonight than we have known all the time before this. Quite good. There are some questions we do have, however, that we would like to pose, more privately, if possible, and we were wondering if we could see you for a bit afterwards." "Well, I'd invite you to my hotel room but I live just forty miles from here so I was planning on just driving home after. Perhaps we could meet in the bar, the hotel bar, it's nice," I offered. "Actually, our place is quite close, less than a mile, we could go there, it would be private and we'd love to offer you a glass of wine in small payment for your trouble," his wife offered. "Well, yes, I suppose that works fine, just hang around after and we'll do it," I offered. The seminar soon started back up and led, finally, into a brief question and answer period followed by a few people expressing their interest in meeting further to discuss doing business. The Brents were there in the background and as the others left, we walked up to the front desk where I paid my bill and then followed them to their house. There was an automatic gate we entered and then parked and were soon inside a very nice home, quite lovely, and Alyssa had poured us each a glass of Burgundy as we sat at their dining room table. Their main question was one that was not terribly uncommon, though rather personal and I answered it as well as I could. I can't, of course, tell you about that, it was protected information from a client but, I was able to dispatch their concerns in only a few minutes. "Oh, Andrew, I'm so grateful, oh, this has weighed on me for months now," she choked out as she began to cry. Her husband patted her on the back and she was soon re-composed as Martin asked, "Well, Andrew, how much do we owe you, it was very helpful and we do appreciate your counsel." "Oh, my, it was only a few minutes, no, nothing to worry about, I'm happy it was so simple and that we had the opportunity to clear it up for you." "Well, at least let us provide you with your dinner this evening. We have a very good Chinese place we can get takeout and then you can go home on a full stomach, it's the least we can do," she posed. I agreed to their generous offer and she went and called in the order then came back to tell us she would run out and pick it up as Martin did not like to drive at night. While we waited for her return, we went in their living room where I complimented Martin on his lovely home. "You and Alyssa have such a lovely home, quite nice." "Yes, thanks, she's the one who's made it such an attractive place. I just provide the checkbook." "Well, she's done a lovely job of it and she's such a lovely woman herself." "Hmm, yes she is and that's the shame of it. Quite frankly, I'm just not able any more to satisfy her the way she deserves. Tragic, actually, I've urged her to find someone, you know, take a lover, she's certainly capable of attracting just about any man around. Just won't hear of it. I've tried these pills they have now and, well, it helps some but just not quite enough. Ah, sorry, to bring such things up to such a fine fellow, sorry." Wanting to lighten the conversation, I rather flippantly suggested, "Well, if she ever changes her mind, put my name in, Martin, she's a beautiful and enticing woman." Right about then, Alyssa came back with two bags of boxes full of aromatic and tasty Chinese food which we all thoroughly enjoyed. There was more wine and laughter as we not only enjoyed the food but each other's company as well. Then, totally unexpectedly for me, Martin told his wife, "While you were gone, I told Andrew about my condition and that I'd wanted you to take a lover." "Oh, god, Martin, that's hardly relevant," she said blushing. "Well, dear, he told me if you ever agreed, he wanted his name on the candidates' list." "I'm afraid it was just guy-talk, Alyssa, please don't take offense," I hastily added. "Oh, no, he does keep bringing it up, it does bother him I know and, well, you seem to give such good advice..." "Well, it's odd, I did have a client, a couple who had a similar problem, he told me about it once, what they had done about it. Ended up they did have sex again." This got their attention as they both, more or less in unison, asked me to tell them more. "Well, it seemed that he found her someone and he wanted to watch while they were together. It was so arousing that the husband was able to also satisfy her that same night." "That seems a better solution as I could just never go and be with a man on my own, without Martin." "Um, might I use your bathroom? Down the hall, is it?" I asked and I went off to relieve my badder before I left for home. I came back in and they had adjourned to the living room so I sat back down as Martin asked, "Do you think, Andrew, that you might help us with this? In the manner the other people had done?" My face flushed as I realized exactly what he was asking. "Well, that's hardly what I do with clients," I stuttered, trying to keep it light. "Oh, we know that. But, well, you seem like a nice fellow and you had mentioned in your talk that you're not married, so there's no wife to consider. You did say Alyssa was attractive. I asked her if she liked you and she does, she thinks you're quite handsome, right, dear?" "Well, this is all a bit uncomfortable, but, yes, Martin's right. You are an attractive man, I expect a few years younger even. And, well, I do find you quite charming." "So, would you help us do this?" her husband asked. "Well, you shouldn't rush into this, after all, it is quite personal and could have repercussions on your marriage." "Well, I'm afraid the status quo has done that all on its own. We have a strong marriage and I don't think this would damage it. If successful it would make things better, much better," he replied. "Would you try this with us, Andrew?" she asked. "Yes, please, it's something we want to try." "I just don't know if I should do this. I mean, it's not Alyssa, certainly, any man would be eager to be with her." "Well, Andrew, I would like for you to help us out in this way and, well, I would want to make it enjoyable for the both of us as well," Alyssa said softly. She then moved over next to me on the love seat and put her arms around me. "I'm not sure how to begin this but, well," and she leaned in and kissed me quite wonderfully, sliding her tongue into my mouth as her hand rubbed my chest. Of course, I was quite uncomfortable. Who wouldn't be? But Alyssa was also kissing me very nicely and it had been some time since a woman had kissed me quite so nicely. Her hand was rubbing across my chest as we continued to kiss. She pulled back a second, said, "Here," then kissed me again as she took her hand and put it up onto her breast and pressed it to her. We continued kissing as I felt her hand press down on the now-sizable bulge in my pants as she began to rub. I pulled back for a second to tell her that we could stop at any time she wanted and she resumed kissing me again as my hand began unbuttoning her blouse. Once I had it opened, I slid my hand inside over the lacy bra and worked my fingers up underneath it to her nipple which was firm and excited. She worked herself out of the blouse as I reached back and opened her bra, then brought my hand back around to her front and massaged her nice firm breasts. Pulling her head back, she looked over at her husband who sat across rubbing his trousers as he watched. "It this turning you on, Martin? Getting you excited?" she asked her husband. "Sure feels like it." "Then we should go on then?" Martin looked at me and said, "Well, Andrew, my wife is a pretty open woman and loves to have the man in charge, so just go right ahead and make her a happy woman." Chapter 2 "Why, then, don't we move down the hall to more comfortable quarters, then," she offered and she got up, took my hand and led me down the hall and into their bedroom where she pulled the covers down and finished taking her clothes off. Well, Alyssa might have been over forty but she was a beautiful woman. There was an elegance about her that was very alluring and sexy. The telltale signs of aging were missing, her breasts were firm and her tummy flat and smooth. I was quickly out of my clothes as she sat down on the bed in front of me, reached out, took my cock and leaned her mouth to it and licked around the crown, then slid her wet lips over it to begin sucking me. "Mmm, oh, Alyssa, you are so good, so wonderful, mmm." She was a dream sucking me, I hadn't had much sex in the last few months and this was stunning. She sucked a bit longer then raised up, moved up onto the bed and spread herself open for me. I looked over and her husband was stroking himself, smiling at us as I saw him nod approval. Lifting her legs up onto my shoulders, I dropped down to feast on her trimmed pussy as she began to move under me. "Mmm, oh, oh, Andrew, yes, this is so good, mmm." I loved licking and tonguing her, she was very receptive of my caresses and was moving herself eager for more. "Oh, god, that's wonderful, oh, oh," she cried, writhing back and forth. I couldn't quite see Martin but was hoping it was working for him. It sure was for me. "OH, OH, AYYE, AYYE, AHH, AHH, UUH, uh, uh, mmm, oh, wonderful, so wonderful, mmm," she groaned as she writhed under me. I began to rise up, to position myself to enter her as she whispered, "Please, Andrew, I do want you but be gentle, it's been a long time and make it last, I do want this so much." I nodded and took my cock and rubbed it up and down along her crease, so wet with her juices and my saliva. I pushed gently and gave a quick shove which put the head of my cock inside her. She reached down to my hips and pulled me to her, sliding deeply inside. "Mmm, mmm." Then I began moving back and forth, in and out of her smooth, wet insides. She was tight inside as I fucked her back and forth, Martin watching and stroking in his chair. I was taking long, slow movements which felt wonderful as she lay there under me, her eyes closed, a wistful smile on her face, obviously enjoying our mating. "Umm, mmm, wonderful, Andrew, oh, yes, I've so missed a man inside me. And, you're just the perfect one," she said softly as she moved sinuously under me, heightening the feelings we were having. She raised her legs up over me so I could probe her deeply, pushing down hard as I entered her fully. "Oh, yes, hard, push hard, Andrew. Mmm, yes, oh, that's so good." I looked over at Martin and he was now standing quite near us, his cock hard in his hand, slowly stroking it. I looked up at him and asked, "Would you like a try, Martin?" He nodded and I raised up, pulled out and he quickly got up over his wife and, as I watched, shoved his hard cock down into her as they both began fucking like teenagers. It was wonderful to watch. "Oh, Martin, omigod, oh, I just never dreamed...but we are, oh, fuck me, Martin, fuck me, fuck me," she screamed as her body began to quake and tremble under him. "Oh, I'm cumming, Martin, I'm cumming," she cried out as he pumped in and out of her. It was really beautiful to watch her orgasm from her own husband's cock, she looked overcome with ecstasy. He fucked her for another few minutes, then turned to me and said, "Could you take back over, Andrew, seems I'm losing a bit here," and he pulled out and I moved to take his place. Alyssa smiled up at me as I pressed back into her sliding down into her happy depths. "Mmm, yes, nice, Andrew, you're a wonderful lover," she whispered as she began to move under me while I took long, lovely strokes in and out of her. My cock had cooled off some so I still had some time before I might cum and I devoted it all to Alyssa. Soon, she was squirming under me once again. "Oh, god, oh, it's wonderful, oh, I'm going to orgasm again, oh, yes." I looked at Martin and nodded to him, then pulled back out of his wife once again as he pushed down into her and fucked her hard. "OH, OH, OH, OH, UH, Uh, UHH, UH, uh, oh, mmm, omigod, oh, Martin, wonderful, just wonderful," she squealed as he pumped faster and faster into her. "Oh, yes, oh, Alyssa, darling, now, oh, yes, uh, UH, UH, UH, um, mmm, mmm, oh, this is so wonderful, together with you, wonderful," he groaned as he moved down on her and began showering her with kisses. I watched as they gripped one another, her legs wound tight around him as they bathed in their joy and contentment. In a few minutes, Martin raised up, pulled out of her and said, "I'm sure Alyssa would love to finish you, Andrew. You've done so much for us." As he got up, she turned over and got on her hands and knees. "I love it from behind, Andrew, if that's all right with you?" "It's lovely any way at all with you, Alyssa," I said as I got up behind her and pushed into her as she began moving around in a circle as I probed in and out. Oh, it felt wonderful. "Mmm, oh, I've missed this. This is my favorite way as Martin so well knows. And, my dear man, you are doing me just wonderfully. I will never be able to thank you properly for tonight. But I'll try." I was already thinking of several ways as I arched in and out of her, taking long, purposeful strokes in and out of her beautiful, plump labia all wet with the enjoyment of the evening together. "I love seeing her happy, Andrew. And I will always remember this, you letting me bring her to orgasm twice like this. You've been wonderful to us both." Well, the truth was, I was now working toward my own happiness at this point. I'd done quite a bit of fucking yet hadn't cummed and I really wanted to. She seemed to want it, too, the way she was moving her hips around as I fucked her. "I want you make you cum now, Andrew. Just hold yourself still, I'll do all the work," she said as I stopped and arched forward while she rocked back and forth on my cock. I watched as I was first engulfed then released from her insides each time she moved back and forth. "Mmm, god, this is so good. Oh, I may have another orgasm. Oh, I can't believe how wonderful all this has been. Oh, yes, I am...I'm ...uh, UH, UH, UHN, UHN, uh, mmm," she cried out as I shoved hard into her, my cum bursting out into her as that ecstatic release took me over as I fell over her kissing her beautiful, smooth back as I reached around for both her breasts as we slid down on the bed. "Oh, oh, that was incredible. Alyssa, I think that was the most breathtaking lovemaking I've ever had. Oh, thank you, thank you so much." Martin was at the bed himself kissing his wife and thanking me, as we all moved to be together with Alyssa in the middle. "Ah, my two favorite men, my two favorite lovers, how wonderful I feel with you both here holding me." Well, as wonderful as it did feel, I did want to leave the two of them so they could be together in the warmth and closeness they had created. "I'd like to leave you two now to enjoy the rest of the night together, so I'll be on my way." "Oh, Andrew, we could never thank you enough for this. It was better than I'd ever hoped," Martin told me as I was getting up and pulling on my clothes. Then Alyssa said, "Yes, it has been wonderful, you were perfect and handled it all perfectly. I still can't quite believe that I've been willing to do such a thing on just the spur of the moment like this but, well, it felt right, I suppose." "Yes, it did work out well, I'll always remember being with you." "It did work out wonderfully well and I know I don't want to try something like this again with anyone else, Andrew. So, my question is, 'WIll you come join us in the future like you did tonight? Regularly, I hope?' I would so appreciate it, not just for the chance for Martin and I to have sex, but, well, I'm sure my husband understands...for you and I to be together again as well. It was wonderful. I'll never forget it." As you can imagine, I told her that I would be honored and that I would try to make myself available as they desired. Well, little did I know that Alyssa, once she was reawakened to the sensual side of life once again, was to become an ardent supporter of my frequent visits to their bed. It soon became routine that I spent one or two nights a week with them encouraging them to ever new heights of passion. It was exciting to be part of their lives in such a meaningful and, oh, so enjoyable way.