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His Loss

By: Scorpio44



"Pete, can I ask you something?"

My next door neighbor John was asking. We had been living next door to each other since I moved in four years ago after my last relationship ended. John and his wife Amanda had been living in their house for ten years and seemed to be quite the happily married couple. In the four years I'd known them I'd never heard them argue fight or even slam a door.

John and I were spending the day painting the fence that ran between our back yards. We were almost done when he asked that leading question. 

"Pete, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

I looked over the fence and John looked at me.

"What would you do if your wife had breast cancer?"

Whoa! He had said a lot here. I don't have a wife. I don't even have a girlfriend. Was he telling me that Amanda had breast cancer?

"John, does Amanda have breast cancer?"

"We don't know, yet. She has a lump. She has an appointment on Monday."

"God, she must be scared."

"Me too."

"You asked me what I'd do. I'd do everything I could to support her while she goes through this. Are you taking off work Monday to go with her?"

"She said not to. She said they were just going to do a needle biopsy and I didn't need to be there."

"You need to be there. She needs your support. Call in sick or something and be there. Hold her hand."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

He went back to painting and the conversation was over. When we finished and cleaned up we thanked each other and he went into his house and I went into mine. 

I didn't see either of them the rest of the weekend so I assumed they either were staying in and quiet or they had gone somewhere to get Amanda's mind off the biopsy.

While I was at work on Monday I kept thinking about Amanda. Her picture kept coming into my mind. I saw her as she was last July 4th at the parade. Sandals, red, white and blue shorts and a halter top of red. I remembered how her breasts filled the halter and how when the fireworks started her nipples tightened and showed themselves poking at the material like they wanted freedom. She has great legs and I remembered watching her walking back to our neighborhood and wondering how they would feel.

When I got home on Monday it was about eight and John was sitting on his front porch steps. He looked like his best friend had died. I walked over and said hello.

"She has cancer, " was all he said. He didn't even look up.

"Damn. I'm sorry." 

"They want her to have surgery as soon as possible."

I stayed quiet. I figured he would tell me everything he wanted to in time.

"Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday at nine in the morning. Sitting in the waiting room is gonna kill me."

I thought: "Being in the operating room isn't going to be much fun for Amanda either". I'm smart enough not to say things like that out loud.

"They think a lumpectomy will get all of it."

The front door opened and Amanda came out onto the porch. She was barefoot wearing a robe. Her face looked like she had been crying. 

John stood and took her in his arms. 

After a few moments she looked at me and I said, "I'm sorry. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know."

After a few more seconds she said, "There is something. John is terrified of hospitals. Could you be with him on Wednesday while I am in surgery?"

"Of course. I'll take off work and be there."

"Thank you." Her voice was almost a whisper.

They went back inside without another word and I went home. By ten o'clock I had surfed every channel on my cable and couldn't get into anything so I shut it off and went to bed. By midnight I was asleep. Tuesday happened without my full attention. I was thinking about Amanda and John on and off all day. The single time when Amanda wasn't on my mind was during a meeting at work when I was introduced to Barbara. 

Barbara is a new analyst who transferred from New York to our office. She is taller than most of the women in our office and has dark red hair. I'd guess she is 5'8" and her figure is what I say is softly feminine. Her hips aren't big but noticeably larger than her slim waist. Her breasts look to be about "C" cups and the shape was difficult to tell because the bra she wore on Tuesday seemed to be in control. Barbara presented the picture of a pretty woman who was all business, and there was something sexy there too.

When the meeting was over Barbara walked out and my thoughts went back to the surgery. 

That evening I saw John for just a minute and he told me that they needed to be at the hospital by seven the next morning, third floor, and he would meet me in the surgery waiting room shortly after seven. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

I arrived at the hospital at seven and was in the surgical waiting room by five after. I had a bag with a couple donuts and two cups of coffee with me. A little comfort food was called for.

John walked in at seven-fifteen. He was dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before and still looked like he hadn't slept in days. He accepted the coffee and donut but I don't think he actually knew he was eating or drinking. His thoughts were somewhere else. He didn't say a word.

I read a People magazine from two years ago and a Scientific American from five years ago. There were four families in the waiting room during that time. They talked, moved around, cried and worried out loud. John never moved after he finished the donut and coffee.

At nine forty-five I asked John if he wanted to go for a walk. He shook his head "No." At ten a doctor in scrubs came in and called for John. I had to help him up and out into the hallway.

"The surgery went well. The tumor was a bit larger than I thought but it didn't look like it had spread. I am pretty sure we got all of it. Amanda will be in her room in about an hour and a half and we'll call you then."

The doctor asked if John had any questions and John didn't say anything so the doctor turned and walked away.

John just stood there in the hallway. I waited for a couple of minutes and then I spoke.

"John, are you OK?"

"I hate hospitals. I think hospitals smell like death. I don't know how people can work in hospitals." The words came out slowly and with no emotion.

"John, listen to me. Amanda needs you to be here for her right now. She needs your love and support. What can we do so that you can be here for her? Do you need to step outside for a walk? Shall we go get lunch somewhere and then come back?"

He looked at me for long seconds then he answered, "I'm not hungry but maybe going for a walk would be good."

"OK. Let's go." I suggested.

"No. You wait here. I need to be alone right now." 

John turned and walked down the hall. I watched him go and then went back in and sat down. 

An hour and forty-five minutes later a nurse in scrubs opened the door and asked for John. He wasn't back. I got up and followed the nurse into the hall.

"Your wife is in 326. You can see her now."

She was about to say more when I interrupted. "I'm not her husband. He went for a walk and he isn't back yet. I'm the next door neighbor."

"Go and be with her. She needs some emotional support right now. I'll check back in a few minutes to see if her husband has come back."

I went to her room and when I entered she was asleep. I sat down and waited. I thought about how it was good that Amanda was asleep. She wouldn't know that John wasn't back yet. Maybe he would make it back before she woke up.

Half an hour went by and she opened her eyes. She looked around the room and when she saw me her eyes filled with tears. One or two fell, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

I stayed. An hour went by and she woke up again. 

She looked at me and said, "He's gone isn't he?"

"He went for a walk." 

"He's gone." Amanda said. 

Amanda stuck out her hand and I took it. Her hand was soft and a little cold. She squeezed my hand and held on. A few minutes later I watched her fall back asleep. The next time Amanda looked at me it was night. John was not there. Her voice was soft and I just listened. She told me that John was so afraid of illness and injury that when she had sprained her ankle when they were engaged he almost called off the wedding. His parents had gotten sick when he was in middle school and died while he was at school. He never got over that.

Her eyes watched my face intently as Amanda spoke. She told me about her thoughts when the doctor told her about the surgery. She thought John would run away. He would never make it to her room. She told me she was glad I was there. I realized that I was glad I was there too.

At ten that night I reluctantly went home. John wasn't home. I slept eventually and awoke often with thoughts about Amanda and John. The next morning I called my office and Barbara answered. I explained what had happened and Barbara said she would cover for me and wished Amanda a speedy recovery.

As I left my place I noticed that John's car wasn't there. I went over and knocked anyway. After a couple minutes and two more knocks I peeked in the window and almost died! The house was empty!

I tested the door and found it unlocked. Over the next few minutes I toured the house in shock. John had taken almost everything. All that was left were things that belonged to Amanda. Bathroom stuff and clothes mostly. On the kitchen counter I found an envelope addressed to Amanda and a key ring with two keys on it. 

I took the envelope, the keys and some supplies for Amanda back to my place. There was no way I was letting Amanda see the inside of that house!

By eleven I was at the hospital and by eleven-thirty we were on the road home. Amanda didn't ask if I had seen John. She just sat quietly in the car and cried. When we got home I parked in my driveway. I helped her out of the car and we took it slow and easy. This lady had been hurt enough already. I walked her to my front door.

"Take me home please." Amanda said.

"Can't. You're staying here with me."

I opened the door and helped her inside. Thinking ahead for once, I had turned down the bed.

On the bed were her nightgown and panties. I sat her on the bed next to them. When I sat down near Amanda she said, "He took everything."

It was a statement. I nodded. Amanda blinked back tears. She kept looking at me.

"I want to get you into a warm nightgown and into bed." I pointed at the one I had picked.

"How many beds do you have?" She asked. Her voice was a whisper.

"One. Yours."

Together we sat her up and I helped her off with the baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants she had worn home from the hospital. She was embarrassed to have me see her all bandaged up, but we did it anyway. It wasn't something I had ever done before, helping a woman change clothes but I knew it was what needed to be done. When I had her in the nightgown I started to help her into the bed. She stopped me and said, "I need to pee."

I turned her the other way into the bathroom. At the toilet I turned her again and as I did I realized that if I let go and she bent to lower her panties she would fall. She realized it too.

"I need..."

"I know."

On my knees I put her hands on my head for her balance, lifted her nightgown just high enough that I could reach her panties and pulled them down to her knees. I lifted the hem a bit and helped her sit. I let go of her and stepped back. A few seconds later she started to lean to one side and I stepped closer and held her.

Amanda held onto my arms and soon I heard the splash. When she was done she reached for some toilet paper but seemed unable to get the job done, so I took the paper from her and wiped her. Under other circumstances that would have been a very sexual moment. It was sensual and tender but not sexual.

It took three minutes or so to get her into bed. Nothing was said during all that time. When she was in and covered she looked up at me and said, "Where are you going to sleep?"

"I bought that couch because it is comfortable. I'll be fine."

She closed her eyes and I left the room, shutting off the light as I went. Ten minutes later I was in my shorts with a blanket pulled over me on the couch. Seconds later I was asleep.

I woke up suddenly. I had heard something unusual. I realized it was Amanda. I went into the bedroom and she spoke.

"I'm afraid." 

I knew it was Amanda but the voice sounded younger, like a young girl.

"You want a light on?" I asked.

"No. I want you."

I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She talked for a while and then said, "Get under the covers with me, please."

Under these circumstances I was less than anxious to get into bed with her. I didn't want to bump her and hurt her. I didn't want her emotionally damaged any more than knowing her husband had taken off and abandoned her had already hurt her. I hesitated.

"Please."

I slowly and carefully pulled the covers back and slid in next to her. She was warm and soft. She turned on her side facing away from me and I spooned up near her.

Soon her breathing slowed and she fully relaxed and was asleep. I made an effort to stay awake and not touch her but I failed.

When I woke up my arm was over her body and she was holding my hand. My body was fully spooned up behind her, touching from calf to head. Her butt pressed back against my early morning hard on. She really felt good. I didn't want her to think I was a dirty old man so I started to back slowly away from her until she spoke.

"Don't pull away. I like the way it feels."

We lay still and quiet. I thought about how I would feel if my spouse had freaked and abandoned me as her's had. I thought about how I had always thought Amanda was so cute and sexy in an innocent, athletic way. After those thoughts and a few others played around in my head I became more than aware that I needed to go.

"Amanda. I need to get up. I need the bathroom. I promise I'll be back. I live here."

She let go of my hand and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. When I came back I asked, "Do you need to go?"

"Yes. I think I can do it on my own."

"I'll help if you need it." 

I stood by the bed and watched as she got up. She didn't use her right arm, keeping it tucked next to her body. After two steps she was moving well and closed the door behind her. While she was in the bathroom I got dressed. I needed and wanted to go to work.

When the door opened Amanda looked at me fully dressed and asked, "Are you going to work?"

I nodded and explained that I wanted her to stay here in bed all day. I got the portable phone and put it next to the bed. I wrote down my phone number at work and my cell number. I asked her not to leave the house. She said she had no where to go.

When I got to work Barbara came into my office and we talked about Amanda. She was very understanding and wanted to help. After we talked she and I went back to work.

At a little before noon Barbara popped in and asked, "What are you doing for lunch?"

"God, I've had so much on my mind I hadn't thought about food!"

"Does that mean that Amanda is home in bed with no food either?"

"Yes, that's what it means. We can pick up lunch and take it to her. Let's go."

Barbara took my hand and away we went. Two doors from our office we went into a great deli and got sandwiches and stuff for the two of us and some great chicken noodle soup for Amanda. I held the food and gave directions while Barbara drove.

Amanda was still in bed when we walked in. She was awake.

"Are you hungry?" Barbara and I asked as we walked in.

Amanda looked at us and nodded. Barbara sat on the side of the bed and opened the soup container. I helped Amanda sit up a little and Barbara fed her. Amanda was a little reluctant to attempt using the arm closest to the bandages. After a minute I felt useless and unneeded so I got out my sandwich and ate.

Between bites Barbara talked with Amanda. Barbara shared that she had also had lump surgery about a year before and they talked about recovery and pain. I listened but didn't speak.

Barbara looked at me and seeing that I had finished my sandwich she said, "Here. You feed Amanda while I eat."

I took the container and fed Amanda. Barbara came around to the other side of the bed and ate her sandwich while the three of us talked. Then Amanda looked at Barbara and asked, "Are you and Pete an item?"

"No. Just last week I started at the same company as Pete. We hardly know each other."

I was about to say something when Barbara added, "Yet." 

I looked at her and she smiled. 

When the soup was eaten and the sandwiches were gone I said Barbara and I needed to get back to work.

Amanda smiled and said, "I hope no one asks what you did for lunch."

Barbara smiled and said, "If they ask I'll just say we came to Pete's and ate lunch in his bed." 

Both women laughed. Amanda stopped when it hurt. Barbara laughed all the way to the car.

When we were back at work no one asked.

At five I headed for my car and saw Barbara heading for hers. 

I walked to her car and asked, "Want to share another meal in bed?"

"I don't know. Will you start thinking I'm easy if I do?"

"Amanda likes you. I like you. We all need to eat. She'll get her strength back quicker with friends around."

"I'm not her friend. I just met her."

"I've never met another person at her home other than the disappearing husband. Her answering machine doesn't have a message on it. I think you and I are the closest she has to friends."

"Is this your way of asking me on a date?"

"Do you want this to be a date?"

"Do you plan to get me in your bed again?"

"Yes."

"Then this is a date."

"What would you like for dinner?"

"Chinese. I think it is romantic to eat Chinese food from the containers sitting in bed."

I gave her the key to my house. Told her that I would go get Chinese food and meet her at the house. I suggested that maybe she could help Amanda shower or get cleaned up some before I got there. 

Barbara kissed me quickly on the cheek and got in her car. I went to mine and drove to the China Palace. On the way I called them and ordered what I thought we would all like.

When I arrived home I saw Barbara's car parked in front. I got the two bags of food from the car and went in. I saw Barbara's jacket draped over the back of my couch. I went into my bedroom and almost dropped the food. 

Sitting up in bed was Amanda, no longer wearing the flannel nightgown but now wearing one of my t-shirts. Sitting next to her was Barbara, also wearing one of my t-shirts. From the waist down they were both under the covers. Both women had wet hair. Amanda's bandages showed thru her t-shirt and Barbara's braless breasts showed thru her t-shirt.

"You said to get her clean. I did. We changed her bandages, shampooed her hair and found something a bit more comfortable for both of us to wear. We hope you don't mind too much." Barbara said, smiling.

"Those are the happiest t-shirts I have ever seen."

"I left one in the bathroom for you."

"What?"

"If we are having an eat-Chinese-food-in-bed date you will be freshly showered and dressed for the occasion, please."

"Please." Amanda added.

I put the bags of food on the end of the bed and went into the bathroom. On the counter on one side of the sink I saw Barbara's clothes neatly folded and stacked. On the other side of the sink a folded clean t-shirt from my drawer. I stripped down and got into the shower. I showered, shampooed and even shaved. When I toweled off I picked up the t-shirt and realized that there were no clean underwear to go with the underwear.

I pulled on the t-shirt and it came all the way down to the top of my groin. Then I noticed that there was a pair of pale blue panties on top of the stack of clothes that belonged to Barbara. That was all well and even exciting but she hadn't had to walk across the bedroom with anyone of the opposite sex watching.


His Loss, 1 Month Later



Please read "His Loss" as it explains much of the background of these people. This is a love story. This story contains oral, vaginal and three-some sex. There is woman-woman pleasuring, nudity, and Polyamory. If any of that will offend you, don't read this story. 

*

The sign came down today. It read "For Sale" in front of Amanda's house for almost a month. It was replaced with a sign that reads, "In Escrow."

The construction on our home continues. The master bath is being remodeled. The master bedroom is being enlarged and a bedroom is becoming a big closet. We don't sleep there or really live there. We sleep in Barbara's apartment. When she started with the company I work for she just rented a two bedroom apartment, so now we share it with her. The construction guys tell me it will only be another month until they're done. That would be on April first. I told Barbara and Amanda it would be May first at the earliest.

Barbara and I ride to work together every day. We share lunch about three days a week. It took a week before people at work noticed we were having a relationship. Some of the guys ribbed me about moving right in on her. They didn't know how right they were. We moved into her apartment one week after our first date. It had taken me that long to get Frank, my friend and general contractor, to start the remodeling we needed.

Amanda has healed from surgery quite well. She can and does move both arms and has taken on the job of taking care of Barbara and me and the apartment. Before surgery she was a housewife and loves it so we talked it over as a family and now both Barbara and I love being taken care of by Amanda. I love walking in at night and dinner is made. The first smell from the kitchen tells me that I am loved and taken care of. Barbara likes not having to decide what we are going to eat, when to do the laundry, what we need from the market, but most of all she likes being part of our loving family.

It is surprising to me how quickly we have adapted to living as a family. It isn't roommates. All three of us did that in college and this isn't that. I love Barbara and I love Amanda. Amanda loves Barbara and she loves me. Barbara loves both Amanda and me. Not the love of brothers and sisters but the full out love of married, committed, sexual beings.

The realtor called Amanda with the news that her house was in escrow at about ten in the morning. She called me and I told Barbara. At noon we picked Amanda up and drove by to see the new sign. Then we had lunch together and decided to go out for dinner. We dropped Amanda at home with lots of kisses and went back to work. Five weeks ago I would have said I went back to the salt mine but with Barbara there I don't say that any more. I've never heard of a sugar or spice mine but that's what I'd call work now.

As we pulled up and parked at Barbara's apartment Barbara saw a note tacked up in her parking space. We read it together. The manager wanted us to pay more rent as there were more people living in the apartment. 

Barbara said, "We'll see about that." 

Barbara had signed a lease and when we read it saw that it said nothing about the rent going up if she shared the apartment. She wrote a short note to the manager and we posted it in the same spot where we found his note. The note said, "No."

Before we left Barbara and Amanda and I showered and changed clothes. The shower stall in the apartment was a single. We hated it. Our new bathroom would have a shower big enough for all of us to shower together. Every time one of us used the shower we complained about not being able to really get clean, and we laughed.

The restaurant was a favorite of mine that I hadn't been in for at least a year. When you are alone wonderful restaurants are not often on the list of places to go, at least for me. I want to be with someone special in a special place. I walked in with two beautiful women and the manager remembered me. He called me by name and asked where we wanted to sit. Amanda picked a secluded corner booth and Gino led us to that booth. I sat in the middle of the round seat around the round table and had Amanda on my right and Barbara on my left.

After we ordered Amanda spoke: "I had another phone call today."

"Good news?" I asked.

"I don't know. It was John."

Barbara leaned toward Amanda and asked, "How did you feel when you heard his voice?"

"I almost hung up! As he talked I realized I am very hurt and very angry and very disappointed with him. He talked about being afraid and being alone after his parents died. I realized again that I knew when I got sick that he was going to run. I can't blame him for doing what I knew he would do. That would be like being mad at a dog for barking."

"Why did he call?"

"He said he was calling to see how I was doing. He got the papers for the divorce and for selling the house. He said he understood that he had hurt me by not being more supportive and that he has signed the papers and mailed them today."

"Does he want to get back together?"

"Yes and no. He said he misses me. He says he hates himself for being so weak. He even said that if something happened again he would go to the hospital to be with me. He didn't ask if we could meet or go on a date or anything."

"Now that the call is over, what are you thinking?" I asked.

Amanda took my hand and reached across me and took Barbara's hand. She looked at us and said, "I am thirty-six years old. In all those years I haven't been as happy or as loved as I am right now. What I'm thinking is that I want this for the rest of my life. I've thought a lot about this crazy three-some since it started a month ago. I've been scared. I've thought we are each and collectively crazy. I've been afraid people will find out and send us away. I've been afraid that Pete will love Barbara more than me. I've even been afraid that I might love Barbara more than I love Pete. After John hung up I thought it all again. What I know is that I love you both. I want to take care of you and love you and grow old with you both."

Tears were in all our eyes. Before we could say anything Gino was back with our dinners. After he was gone I spoke, "Amanda, my life is better with you in it than it has ever been. I want you in it for the rest of my life."

I turned to Barbara and spoke to her, "Barbara, my life is better with you in it than it has ever been. I want you in it for the rest of my life."

A few minutes went by before Barbara spoke.

"I love you both more than I have loved anyone before. I feel more loved, more emotional support, more physical support than ever before. I would be privileged to have a relationship with either of you, instead I get both. And if the construction guys really take two more months I may scream!"

We laughed and returned to eating. It was pretty quiet at out table for a few minutes. I was eating and I was thinking. Between getting the bill and waiting for Gino to run my credit card I decided this was the time to speak.

"Ladies, I have a question to ask you. Let me tell you what I think and then ask the question, please. Here in the United States it isn't legal for a man to be married to two women. Nor is it legal for two women to be married. I don't like the idea of prison. I want to be married to both of you. If you agree I want to book us on a cruise outside U.S. waters, into international waters, and have someone marry us, all three of us, in a single ceremony. My question to you is, will you marry me and each other?"

There was a short pause and then a united "YES!" 

There were also kisses and hugs. I signed the credit card slip and we danced together out to the car. Barbara was driving and Amanda said, "Drive fast Honey I want you both in bed." 

It had taken twenty minutes to get to the restaurant. It took less than fifteen to get home. Just inside the door our clothes came off. We didn't make it out of the living room. This was celebration sex! These ladies pushed me on my back and one rode my cock while the other rode my tongue. They kissed and fondled each other while they rode me. As my balls pulled up and got ready to spurt they switched places. I love the taste of each pussy and even better the taste of both. If there is ever a contest where I get to identify them simply by taste I can do it! I could also identify the feel on my tongue of each of them. What I could never do is choose which I loved more.

Amanda was rocking back and forth across my face and feeding me copious amounts of her nectar. I could feel that she was losing control and would cum soon. Her thighs were quivering and her rocking was less and less smooth. Barbara was sliding herself up and down my shaft and more and more staying at the bottom and rubbing her clit against me. 

I concentrated hard on waiting until they lost control. When I lost control and the first flood shot into Barbara both she and Amanda lost it. They moaned into each other's mouths and held on to each other. I held on to Barbara's hips. We held as still as we could for a while, then both women slid off me to my right. They kept their embrace. The room smelled like sex. I looked around. The drapes on the front window were open. No one was standing there but anyone headed for the mailboxes or the pool would have walked right by us. I decided not to say anything.

We did get up and as we did Amanda said, "I need to remember to close the drapes more often." She pulled them closed. We gathered clothes and we went to bed. As we started to go to sleep Amanda said, "Misses Pete Peterson. Can I really be Misses Pete Peterson?"

I said, "No."

"Not legally, but really?"

"I guess, but Pete isn't really my name."

Both sat up and said, "What?!" "Pete is what people have called me since sixth grade. If you are going to be my wives you ought to know my name. You don't need to use it. You can call me Pete forever. My name is Walter."

They both lay back down and Amanda said, "I love you Pete."

Barbara said, "I love you Pete."

After a pause Barbara spoke again, "I love you Amanda."

"And I love you too."

Silence except for the sound of breathing. Then Amanda spoke again.

"Good night, John Boy."

We laughed and then did go to sleep.

I found that if we went on a cruise in the Caribbean at least part of the trip we would be in international waters. Our family discussions turned to invitations and telling people... or not. Amanda had no family except us so she had no one to invite. Barbara wanted to invite her parents but she hadn't even told them we were dating and certainly hadn't said anything about Amanda. 

Sitting at the table in Barbara's kitchen Amanda said, "Let's introduce your parents to us! We'll start with you met Pete at work and let me be your roommate, both are true. Then in a week you can start dropping hints about starting to get serious about Pete. By the end of the month you can invite them to visit. We will be back in the house and we can leave enough stuff here that it looks like we're roommates."

"While my parents are here we can go out to dinner and, if you would, Pete, you can propose again in front of them."

"You have to work for six months before you can take a week off. That means we book the cruise for after the first week of October."

"How do we prepare my parents for Amanda?"

"They will like her at first meeting. They can't help it. The more they hear from us about how we include her in everything they will get the idea we both include her in the feelings we have for each other. In about August we will need to tell them about the ceremony and the fact that Amanda isn't a roommate but our wife."

"Our wife. It sounds strange but I have to admit I like it. I get to be your wife, both of the people I love most have me as their wife."

Barbara picked up the phone, looked at us and said, "No time like right now to get this started." She dialed and seconds later she started talking.

"Hi Dad."

"Can you get Mom on the other phone? Good."

"Hi Mom. I'm fine. No, I'm better than fine. Two great things have happened."

"I met a man I really like. His name is Pete. He works for the same company as I do. In fact I have a date with him tonight."

"No, Dad, I won't go too fast. We both are old enough to go slow and carefully build our relationship, just like you and Mom did."

"Yes, I did say two great things. The other great thing is that I found a great roommate. She has moved in already and shares the rent and everything. She's even a good cook!"

"Mid thirties, I guess. About my size. She was married and just got divorced. No, She's not looking for a new guy."

She spent another two minutes talking about them and their lives. Then she invited them to come to visit in the summer. The call concluded with love and best wishes. Barbara hung up, looked at us and said, "Well, we're really doing this."

"I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Where are you taking me on our date tonight?"

"Me? I thought you were taking me."

"Amanda, did I ask Barbara out on a date?"

Amanda looked at Barbara and then back at me, then back at Barbara. She smiled.

"As I recall it Pete, you asked us on a date to go out to dinner and then a romantic walk by the lake."

Both women giggled and high fived. I saw the handwriting on the wall of our lives together. I was out numbered, out maneuvered, out foxed, and happy about it. It had just been established that I would never win another argument or discussion in my life.

"Well, since you remember that you no doubt remember what time I said we were leaving on our date."

Amanda looked at the clock on the kitchen wall and said, "Oh my, Barbara, we only have an hour and six minutes to get ready! Oh, never mind. I am ready."

Amanda was wearing western jeans, western plaid shirt, a baseball cap for the Cubs, and was barefoot. Barbara was still dressed for work in a pale blue suit. She had left her heels by the front door. I had left my sport jacket draped over the back of the couch. We both got up and went to change. We were over dressed for our date. 

Forty minutes later I stepped out onto the porch and rang the bell. Amanda opened the door, welcomed me in with a great kiss and a squeeze of my butt. Barbara came into the living room in black jeans, western boots, belt and a camisole showing under a Pendleton plaid shirt. I had seen the western theme and was wearing boot cut jeans, ostrich boots, ostrich belt, and a Texas Slim western shirt. Barbara said, "Hi Cowboy" and gave me a great kiss full of tongue and promises.

We drove to a nice restaurant near the lake and sat by the windows while we ate. I'm glad the place wasn't crowded and no one sat near enough to us to hear our conversation.

Barbara turned to Amanda as we ate salads. "Honey, can I ask personal questions?"

"I have no secrets from you. You can ask me anything."

"You haven't said anything about your parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, any body."

"My Dad died in a car accident when I was eleven. My only brother was with him and was in a coma for a month. After my brother's funeral Mom and I moved. Her parents died before I was born and Mom was an only child. I never met or heard about my Dad's family. We never visited anyone. He never mentioned anyone. Two months after I graduated from high school Mom had a heart attack and died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital."

"Damn. That's tough. I'm sorry."

"Was John your first serious boy friend?" "John was my first and only boy friend. I was not popular in high school. I was so focused on survival that socializing didn't even enter my mind. I worked after school and on weekends so we had enough money to eat. Mom didn't have many skills so she didn't make much money. Times were tough. John ate in the diner where I worked. After Mom died he was nice to me. I married him."

"Your life has certainly changed. Soon you'll have some money in the bank, you'll be married again, and you have a job you seem to like."

"Yeah, all that is true and I am happier than ever."

"Pete, You haven't spoken about your family either."

"You're right. As a general rule whenever the conversation around me turns to family, I go somewhere else. Most of my memories of childhood and the few relationships I've been in are painful memories, so I tend not to go there. With you I'll go.

My Mom and Dad were farmers. We had a small farm in western Nebraska and raised sugar beets and a garden for ourselves. We had one cow, one horse, a dozen chickens, two hogs, and a dog. A tornado ended all that. I was in town when it hit. When I got home there was nothing left. No farm, no family, no animals. My Mom had never spoken of her family and my Dad said he had a big fight with his family and hadn't seen or spoken to them in many years. The farm next to ours bought the land and took me in for the last two years of high school. I had enough money from the farm to go to college, so I did. When I graduated I moved here and settled down."

"And, your love life?" Amanda asked.

"I lived with the Crowe family for two years. I watched how Mr. Crowe treated his wife and their two kids. I saw how he was having an affair with a woman in town and a woman in the town just north of our town. I saw what it did to his wife and the kids. I decided that I wanted a family, but not like that. I wanted things I didn't see in their family. After college I moved here and I started dating. I dated an older woman who taught me a lot about trust and communication in a relationship. She wouldn't marry me and what she told me was our age difference would always be a problem between us. After she moved to Denver I dated another woman closer to my age and I learned a lot from her too. What I learned most was that I didn't know anything about love. Since that time I have read a lot and studied a lot about loving. Now that the two of you are in my life I think we can all learn a lot about loving in this new context."

"Wow! You both led lives that were very different and very painful too. It's almost a miracle we met much less decided to be together."

"What about your past?"

"My Dad and Mother are still alive and I have a pretty good relationship with them. You know that already. Dad is a manager at a factory and Mom works part-time at the nearby middle school as a counselor. They are active in their church and the Democratic Party. On election day, since I was really little, they both work at the polls. They take some pride in being Oneida County's most liberal couple. One summer they took a vacation for a week at a nudist resort and I think they did it just so they could shock everyone when they came back and told everyone where they went."

"Oh my! I can't imagine that."

"Going on the vacation or telling people you went?" I asked.

"Both! A total of three people have seen me naked, not counting doctors. John, Barbara and you, Pete. I cannot imagine taking off my clothes and walking around near strangers."

"Tell us a little about your love life."

"OK. You both did. I dated jocks in high school. They wanted two things. They wanted people to notice them and they wanted sex. I wanted to be popular. I worked my way through the basketball team and the wrestling team in four years."

"What about football?" Amanda asked.

"No. Football guys hurt girls. I dated two of them and both hurt me. I focused on basketball and wrestling. We went places where we would be seen then we went somewhere else and fucked and sucked. In college things changed. I discovered what a relationship could be like. My roommate was in a relationship with a guy. They studied together, shared expenses a lot, took weekend trips together, and when I was with them I noticed he didn't treat her like she was a pussy that walked. They talked. They fucked too but their relationship was more than fucking. I dated guys after that that were more available for something more than fucking. I had a few flings with my roommate too. That opened my eyes to more than just man-woman relationships. In my senior year I got really serious with a guy and he broke my heart. After I graduated I moved to Chicago and dated a couple of pretty serious guys but marriage never was in the cards. I moved here less than two months ago and here we are."




His Loss, 1 Month Later



"Wow! I wouldn't have guessed any of that about you two from looking at you."

"Barbara, when was your surgery?"

"Two years ago. My boyfriend at the time found a tiny lump. It freaked him out and when he left the morning he found it that was the last I heard from him. I went to a doctor that day and within two days I had surgery. I worried that the scar or the word cancer would scare every man in the world away. A year later I met a guy and started dating. On our third date I was about to take him home when I told him about the word and the scar. He took me home and we stayed in bed all weekend. I discovered I wasn't damaged goods and I discovered that the scar was and is delightfully sensitive to touch."

"Can we talk about our wedding trip?"

"Yes, Amanda, we can. What about it?"

"I've never been on a cruise ship. Have you?"

"Yes. I went looking for a man. I got a cheap inside cabin as a place to store my clothes while I went fishing for a man to spend my time with."

"What are the cabins like?"

"They are small. Mine had two single beds that could be pushed together to make a queen sized bed, a small bathroom, a closet, a desk, a TV, and just about enough walking room to turn around twice. There are bigger cabins and I saw some of those as a guest. The ones with a balcony are bigger, have more light, but still aren't as big as a nice motel room."

"Can all three of us fit in one room?" Amanda had a worried look on her face. 

"While I was at work today I looked on the internet and found what I think will work great for us. We already know that we can sleep three in a queen sized bed but we prefer a king. The ships I looked at don't have Kings. OK. What I also looked at was closet space. Typically the rooms have just enough for two people. However, I discovered that if we book three rooms we can have two adjoining rooms and one somewhere else and get a discount. By having two rooms together we can use one for all the extra stuff and we get two bathrooms!"

"Oh, I love how you think! Sometimes we need two bathrooms!"

"We can book three rooms on an October cruise now and get a great discounted price. If we need to cancel the third room for any reason we still get the discount on the two rooms together. If we need to cancel everything we can do it without penalty up to thirty days before we sail."

"Whoa! Are we going too fast here?"

"Too fast? Many people plan their weddings years in advance and some get married in Las Vegas having known each other less than a month. What makes this too fast?"

"There are some things I need to know about each of us. I need to know you better. I want to marry both of you, but I want to know you better."

"So, ask. I, for one, will answer any question put to me." I smiled a smug smile.

"So, do you want children?"

I looked at Andrea who had just asked that loaded question. If she really wants kids and I say no and Barbara says no that could be a deal breaker. If I say yes or Barbara says yes that could be a deal breaker. Oh, and there is the idea that I said I'd be honest.

"No. Not like it's a deal breaker for me. If you both want kids I'd be happy and loving and involved as a parent. If you don't I'll be fine without them."

Barbara looked at Amanda for a long time. While I spoke she looked at me, then back to Amanda. Finally, her mouth opened.

"Please don't ever say this to my parents but, No, I don't want kids. I like kids but I have never wanted kids. If Amanda wants a child I'm staying in the marriage. I'm not going to have the baby for us."

"Amanda?"

"I gave up on having kids when I was in high school. I had a bad infection and the doctor who treated me did some tests and I'm unable to have children. I cried for a year but now I am OK with loving children at a distance. I asked because I needed to know."

"What about entertaining? Do you like going to parties, having people over, socializing?"

"I've been shy all my life. Having to work at a young age limited my social life and so I don't know what I like. When John and I were together we were just us. We never had friends or anything."

"A long time ago I saw a movie with Steve McQueen. He lived in house in San Francisco with his girl friend and his house was always full of people who considered him Pappy. I have always liked the idea of lots of people around. I am a bit older now and I know I enjoy our privacy too. I love how our home will serve us and will have room for some friends too. What I find distasteful about parties is when they are big. I want to sit down and have a deep intimate conversation with a small group of friends, share a meal together, bond and share our lives."

"Pete, you are a true romantic. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Yes. In confirms my intentions. I want to be a romantic, a lover, a trusted intimate friend."

"Ah yes, we're marrying a romantic!"

It was getting late so we paid the bill and went back to our apartment. We took care of the routines of night and went to bed. After all tomorrow was work.

Plans were made, changed and made again. Barbara's weekly phone calls home included things that we were doing and her feelings. Her parents wanted to meet me so Barbara invited them to visit. They came. It was a great experience for all three of us. I'm not sure how Barbara's parents would describe the visit, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't what they anticipated.

Barbara was fine until three days before they arrived. She started worrying over everything. When I noticed her anxiety level getting up there I attempted to ease the pressure. I made it worse. I backed off, way off. The next day at work she apologized.

The night before they would be here I was in my house. Amanda's and Barbara's stuff was all in the apartment. Barbara was thinking about either a heart attack or a stroke, but couldn't decide. The phone rang. Barbara was up on the ceiling as the first ring ended. Amanda answered.

"Hello."

"Yes, John, I have a minute."

Twenty minutes later Amanda was off the phone and in tears. Barbara hugged her and Amanda told her what that was all about.

"John wants me to have dinner with him. He wants me in his life. He didn't say romantically but I heard it in his voice. I also heard something else. He's scared."

"Of?"

"I don't know, maybe of always being alone."

"How did you leave it?"

"He's going to call again after next weekend."

"Any idea what you want to do?"

"Yes. I want him to become a man and go somewhere else to be happy."

"I guess that means you aren't running off any time soon?"

"You better believe it! We're getting married!"

Amanda changed the embrace that had started as emotional support and in seconds the emotional support for Amanda had turned into shared support and lust for each other.

All the pressure and anticipation were mixed together. The apartment was cleaned within an inch or less of it's life. Both Barbara and Amanda had ironed and set out all their clothes for the weekend. The bed Barbara's parents would use had brand new sheets on it. Every detail had been taken care of. And, they were still nervous. All of that showed up in the hug shared standing by the phone.

Amanda was wearing sweats and was barefoot. Her hair was covered by a bandana. Barbara was in cut off jeans and a ragged sweatshirt. The arms of the sweatshirt had been removed and were now rags used in cleaning the apartment. She was barefoot as well.

In the hug Amanda became aware of her breasts pressing against Barbara's. It felt good. No pain. The longer she focused on the feeling the better it felt. Without a thought Amanda tilted her head slightly and kissed Barbara. It was returned and gentleness quickly became passion. Tongue touched tongue. Hands caressed backs and pressed body against body.

Eventually the kisses stopped and both women looked at each other's face. Both were smiling.

"I think I need a shower. Would you help me get clean?" Amanda spoke first.

"Oh, I would be happy to do one more cleaning job." And both laughed on their way to the bathroom. The sweats and shorts went into the hamper and they went into the shower. Each washed the other and not herself. Each and ever inch of skin was lovingly attended, with special attention to the more sensitive areas. When Barbara ran her hand down Amanda's belly to her mons she stopped.

"You have a little stubble, dearest. May I remove it for you?"

"You want to shave my pussy?" Amanda asked. She was surprised at the request.

"The thought of being so intimate has my juices flowing. Please?"

"OK. No one has ever done that for me before."

"Put your foot up on the edge of the tub."

Amanda did as she was told. Barbara lathered Amanda's pussy and took a fresh razor from the basket next to the tub. She knelt and carefully shaved Amanda's pussy smooth. She had Amanda shift and put her other leg up, giving her better access to the other side of her vulva.

When she was done she ran her hands over the area she had just shaved and said, "Feels Ok with my hands, but I think we need a closer examination."

Amanda leaned over and shut off the water.

"If you touch me there with your tongue I'll cum all over the bathroom."

"Well, hang on Honey, cause that's exactly what I want to do!"

Amanda held onto the grab bars in the shower and Barbara leaned forward and touched Amanda's slit with her tongue. Amanda's knees weakened and her grip on the bars tightened. Barbara grabbed Amanda's ass and pressed her face into Amanda. Her tongue probed and savored the nectar of her roommate/wife.

Amanda felt the surge of her climax rushing forward. 

"Oh, I'm... I'm... Oh! Oh please! Don't stop! Yes! Yes, there!"

She grabbed Barbara's hair and came! She shook all over and moaned loudly. Barbara had a thought that she might suffocate but she didn't. When Amanda calmed down she released Barbara's head. Barbara stood up and they kissed again. Amanda helped Barbara out of the shower and dried her off. She dried herself quickly and led Barbara to the bed they would share during the visit.

Barbara was gently kissed and assisted onto her back with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. Amanda knelt between Barbara's thighs and put her face in Barbara's bald, smooth, open pussy. One lick and Amanda pulled back. Barbara's eyes opened and she looked at her lover.

"What?"

"I've never seen you shave! You are as smooth as I am and you didn't shave!" "I had laser treatments a few years ago. I haven't shaved in four years. Like it?"

"Yes! I want a pussy like yours!"

"Right now, I would really like it if you would shut up and lick."

Amanda faced the situation and put herself face first into an exploration of the dilemma. She concentrated in doing to Barbara what she liked herself. She played with the opening of Barbara's vagina, running her tongue all over the edges of the opening. She sucked Barbara's lips in and tongued them as well. She finally felt Barbara squirming enough that she flicked the tip of her tongue against Barbara's clit as gently as she could and as slowly. Barbara thrashed on the bed. 

Amanda held on to Barbara's hips and continued her soft, slow strokes of Barbara's clit. Barbara arched, stiffened and a low guttural growl came from her. Her legs clamped Amanda's head and held on. Barbara flooded Amanda with juices and Amanda did her best to swallow all of it.

When she released the grip on Amanda's head she began to pant and a series of aftershocks twitched her on the bed. When she calmed down Amanda spoke.

"Am I getting better?"

"Oh Amanda! Oh Amanda! How can you even ask? Get over here and hold me."

In a few minutes the two were sound asleep. At my house the Mighty Ducks beat Toronto 4 to 3. I ate a TV dinner and was in bed before midnight. Fortunately, I didn't exactly know what the loves of my life were up to. They did tell me later.

Amanda woke first. She got up, went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. She started the coffee and surveyed the house to make sure it was clean enough. She could hear the coffee maker working so she went into the living room and was about to move a magazine that was perfect when the doorbell rang.

Amanda stood up and looked at the door. Looking back was an older couple, smiling. Amanda realized she was nude! She screamed and ran for the bedroom.

Barbara was sitting up with her eyes wide when Amanda flew into the room. 

"They're here! They saw me naked! I'm sorry! What can we do?"

Barbara bounded from bed, threw on Amanda's robe and headed for the door. Over her shoulder she said, "You might want to throw something on." She laughed all the way to the door.

Her parents were all smiles when she opened the door.

"Nice looking roommate you have, daughter." Her Dad said.

"Yes! I'd have to agree. She's an alto isn't she?" Barbara's Mother was in a choir.

"You're here before I expected you. Before we expected you. Sit down. I'll be right back."

Amanda was found sitting on the toilet crying.

"Hey, come on. Get something on and let's do breakfast."

"I can't! They saw me naked! I've never been so embarrassed!"

"Didn't I tell you hat Mom and Dad went to a nudist resort one year? Nudity is nothing big to them. Relax. You don't need to be embarrassed."

"I can't just walk out there like nothing happened."

"OK. Stay here for a minute." Barbara walked back into the living room. Both Mom and Dad were still grinning.

"Listen. My roommate has never been seen naked by strangers before. She's embarrassed. I think she's thinking about staying in the bathroom for the weekend."

"She's embarrassed about being seen naked? Well, I'll bet if everyone was naked she'd get past those feeling pretty quickly." Mom stood and started undressing.

Dad knew when to argue and when to go with the program. Barbara always wanted to be a good daughter. The three left their clothes in the living room and walked into the bathroom. Amanda was still sitting on the toilet, hands over her eyes. To fit the other three into that small bathroom they all were less than a foot from Amanda.

"Amanda?"

"I can't come out. They saw me naked!"

"They're naked too."

"What?" She looked up and saw all three standing naked less than a foot away from her. She realized in a split second that Barbara's Mom had no hair on her pussy and that Barbara's Dad had a cock that looked a lot like John's. She started to laugh. So did they.

Amanda stood up and hugged Barbara's Mom.

"Hi. I'm Amanda."

"Hi, I'm Crystal, Barbara's Mom."

Hands turned Amanda and a naked man hugged her.

"And I'm Mark, Barbara's Dad. Now, is it possible we could get a cup of coffee around here?"

Laughter surrounded them for the rest of the morning. At lunch time they finally got dressed and met Pete at a restaurant. Pete was met by four people who looked as though they had all been best friends for years. Amanda and Barbara were calm and Pete could sense no tension at all.

As the meal arrived Crystal began the questioning. Barbara had prepared Pete and Amanda for the way her parents questioned new people in her life.

"So, Pete, what's your real name? Nobody names a kid Pete Peterson."

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. No, I just have been called Pete since I was in school. I was named after my grandfather and my name never seemed right for me. It's Walter."

"Walter. OK. Pete does suit you better."

"Have you ever been married before?"

"No. Wait, what do you mean before?"

"Honey, do we look gullible?"

"I'm not married, never have been."

"Officially, I'm sure that's true. Now tell me, Pete, do you love our daughter?"

"Wow! You go right in there don't you? Yes, I love her. Yes, I love her enough to want to spend the rest of my life loving her." "You know we love her too?"

"Of course."

"So, when's the wedding?"

"Wait! I haven't proposed. Don't people set a date after they propose? And, do we really need to get married? Couldn't we just live together forever?"

"Do you want to just shack up with our daughter? Is that you ambition?"

Dad had been quiet, sitting and smiling as his wife ran the inquisition. That ended.

"Son, I don't like the sound of that. What is it about being married to my daughter that has you shy away from it?"

"Nothing. Except timing. I was going to wait until Sunday night at dinner with a bottle of champagne and a violin playing to propose but that was just my plan..." Pete walked around the table and took Barbara's hands. "Sweetheart, I love you and I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

"Do I get a ring?" Barbara was having way too much fun. 

"Yes. It's on my dresser at home. I wasn't planning this for tonight."

"I've got to have a ring."

I had an inspiration. I turned to Crystal and asked, "May I borrow your engagement ring?"

She twisted it a few times and it came off. She put it in my hand. I turned back to Barbara and took her hand again.

"This ring has a long history of love, commitment and shared life with it. I ask you again, will you marry me and carry on the tradition of love that this ring brings with it?"

Barbara stood and said, "Yes!" She was in my arms and kissing me. I heard her Dad say, "The boy makes a good speech."

When we sat back down I noticed Amanda was crying just a little.

Mark spoke: "That was good. I believe you when you say you love my daughter. I have some questions I'd like answers to. May I?"

"Sure. Ask away." I said.

"No, not questions for you. Questions for Amanda. OK?" He had turned and faced her. She wiped away the remaining tear and said, "OK. Ask."

"Why did your marriage end?"

"He abandoned me."

"He left?"

Amanda nodded.

"Why?"

Amanda told the story. John was afraid of hospitals and when Amanda needed surgery he took off. He moved away while she was in the hospital.

"How did you meet Pete?"

"He lived next door to John and me."

"And, how did you meet Barbara?"

"Pete told me that Barbara was looking for a roommate. We met, liked each other and moved in together."

"Did you love John?"

"Mark!" Crystal was surprised by the question.

"It's OK. No. I married him because I thought no one else would ever ask me."

"Do you love John now?"

"No."

"Had you ever been in love before you married John?"

"No."

"Are you in love now?"

Amanda's eyes shot to Barbara and to me. Before she could answer Crystal spoke.

"Mark, I know sometimes you are psychic, but this is the best you've ever done. Amanda, You love Pete, don't you?"

Amanda nodded.

Crystal turned to her daughter, "And you know she loves Pete don't you?"

Barbara nodded.

She turned to me. "You love them both don't you?"

I nodded.

"So, what's all this game about? Why are two of you in an apartment and Pete is clear across town?"

"It's not like this is a normal relationship. We were worried about your reaction if you found out. Barbara doesn't want to do anything that might hurt either of you."

"So, let's be clear. Barbara, your mother and I love you. You want Pete, fine with us. He wants both of you and you're Ok with that, so are we."

Mark sat back smiling.

Amanda spoke up, "What if Barbara also wants to marry me and I want to marry Barbara?"

Mark sat forward again.

"Wow! A triad. Three equal partners. Pete, how do you feel about that?"

"I love it. I love both of them and I love that they love each other."

Mark spoke again. "You know you can't get legally married to both women, don't you Pete?"

"Yes."

"And Barbara you know the battle is still on about same sex marriages?"

"Yes."

"So, when do we leave?"

"Leave?" Crystal asked.

"We have to go on a cruise. International waters. They can have the wedding and the celebration without breaking anyone's laws and be married forever."




His Loss, 1 Month Later



We left the restaurant and went to my house. Inside I had everyone sit down in the living room. I retrieved the two sets of rings from my dresser. I brought them into the living room and knelt in front of Amanda. I took her left hand in my right and said, "What I know is that I love you both. I want to take care of you and love you and grow old with you both. I want you to marry me. Will you?"

Tears fell on our hands. "Yes! Yes! I will marry you."

After a kiss I moved over to Barbara. "Barbara, I love the symbolism of having your mother's ring on your hand. I would wager that your Mom's hand feels a missing and I think I would like to replace her ring with one that comes with the energy and the love and is a ring for us. What I know is that I love you both. I want to take care of you and love you and grow old with you both. So, again I ask, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes! I will marry you!" I gave Crystal back her ring and kissed her in thanks for the loan. I put the new ring on Barbara. We kissed. I sat between them. No sooner had my butt hit the cushions than both women were up and off the couch. They went searching in Barbara's purse and came up with two small ring boxes. They turned to me with wide smiles on their faces and both knelt in front of me. Barbara started.

"Pete, I love you. If there are soul mates then you are a soul mate to me. I want to share the rest of my life with you. I want you to be my partner, my friend, my lover and my husband. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" We kissed and she put a small gold band on my finger.

Amanda spoke, "Pete, I love you. If there are soul mates then you are a soul mate to me. I want to share the rest of my life with you. I want you to be my partner, my friend, my lover and my husband. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" We kissed and she put a small gold band on my finger. The gold band intertwined with the one that Barbara had placed there. Neither could be removed without taking both.

Amanda turned to Barbara, both still kneeling in front of me. She took Barbara's hand in hers and said, "Barbara, I love you. If there are soul mates then you are a soul mate to me. I want to share the rest of my life with you. I want you to be my partner, my friend, my lover and my wife. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" They kissed and Amanda put another band in the ring on Barbara's finger.

One more time the ceremony was repeated with Barbara asking Amanda to be her wife. After the kisses Crystal and Mark wanted to see how the rings were made to each be a part of the other. It was a moment in time unlike any other in our experience. 

We talked until late and then drove to the apartment. I slept with Amanda and Barbara. After were in bed and starting to drift off there was a soft knock on the door. Barbara answered, "Yes?"

We heard Crystal's voice. "May I come in?"

We looked at each other. Amanda pulled the sheet up enough to cover her exposed breast. "Sure."

She opened the door and came in. She was nude. She kissed each of us good night and wished us happy dreams. As she walked out the door I said, "Nice tush."

We all giggled. The door closed. As I slipped into sleep I wondered if my life would ever feel normal again and I wondered if I wanted it to.

"Nah!"



His Loss, Planning the Cruise?



This is the third of the "His Loss" series. It includes oral, coitus, watching, "good clean fun", and polyamory. No names used in the story are the names of anyone actually involved in the actual story. 

"What's this?"

"That, my dearest Amanda, is a short timer's calendar."

"Great! Now, what is it?"

"When I was in the Air Force I was sent to a base in Asia. The day I arrived I was given one of these. It started with 364. One page for every day I was going to be there. Ask anyone on the base, they knew exactly how long until they left."

"Are you leaving?"

Barbara jumped in. "Think Amanda, what happens in 29 days?"

Five seconds past. Suddenly her eyes widened and she stood up.

"We leave on a cruise!"

Barbara and I nodded. 

"Where are we going to keep our short timer's calendar?"

I chose to ignore that my calendar had become OUR calendar. I turned it over to Amanda and with Barbara's help it became a fixture in the kitchen. I liked thinking that in 29 days we were going on a very important trip. Our wedding trip.

"Pete, have you got some time we can use for planning the trip?"

"Barbara, I think you two have this trip planned within an inch of its life. What could we possibly talk about?'

"Sit right there! I'll get my notebook!" She flew from the room, down the hall to her room and was back before I could even miss her. She sat on the couch and Amanda sat near her.

"Have you ordered your tux?"

I nodded.

"Have you made a packing list so you don't forget anything?"

"Yes. I gave you a copy."

We talked about a couple of new shirts for me. I agreed that I ought to have a couple of new shirts, although I was quite happy with the one's I already had. Amanda volunteered to get me a couple while she was out during the week. This was easy. All I needed to do was let them do whatever they wanted. 

We talked about the shore excursions we could pick on our various stops. I wanted to go snorkeling and possibly even scuba. Barbara was up for snorkeling but wasn't sure about scuba. Amanda had never done either so she wanted to wait to decide. We called Crystal (Barbara's Mom) and she wanted both snorkeling and scuba. She wanted to know if we had to wear suits. I said yes, we don't want fish thinking Mark (Barbara's Dad) and I were dangling bait for them.

After Crystal hung up the phone rang. I thought it might be her calling back. I was wrong. It was Julian from work. Three months before he was the first to figure out that Barbara and I were "an item."

"Hi. I called your travel agent and booked a cabin for Marsha and I. We are on deck six, right in the middle of the boat."

"It's a ship. I'm glad you and Marsha are coming. Have you picked any excursions to go on?"

"We wanted to find out what you will be doing before we signed up."

"I'm going snorkeling and maybe scuba diving. Barbara and Amanda can't make up their minds. Would Marsha like to talk to them?"

"I'm sure she would, but over the phone won't work very well. We'd like it if you all would come for dinner tomorrow night."

"I'll check." 

I asked my ladies and they said tomorrow night would be fine. I told Julian and he asked if it would be Ok if some of the others going could be there for dinner too. I said yes. We set the time for six-thirty and ended the call.

"We'll be having a dinner meeting with Julian, his wife Marsha, and some of the others who are going on the cruise at six-thirty tomorrow night."

"I smell a trap." Barbara was quick.

"Me too. They want to talk with us about being a triad."

"Call Julian back. Ask them to come here. If we are going to have an intimate conversation about our lifestyle I'd rather we did it here where they can see how great our life is."

"Really?" I looked at Barbara's face for some hint of how she actually felt.

"Sure! We can show off our home and how we designed life to work for all three of us!"

"Amanda, are you up for a house full of hungry people?" I asked.

"How many?"

"We know there are eight cabins booked, not counting our four. If everyone comes that would be sixteen people, eight couples."

"I'm cooking for nineteen people tomorrow?" I heard a little panic.

"Let me check."

I dialed Julian and we talked. We arranged everything so it would work to have them here. I hung up.

"Every couple is bringing something. All we need to provide is something to drink."

Amanda shook her head. "Men. You are sooooo wrong! I still need to get plates, glasses, plastic silverware, napkins and trash bags. Are they bringing appetizers?"

"Yes. Will you have time to get all that stuff tomorrow?"

"I guess so. Wait! There is a party store over on White Street! I can get everything we need there in one stop."

"Get island stuff. Napkins and things with palm trees and stuff." Barbara added.

"OK. Now this can be fun!"

I sensed something was still not quite right.

"Amanda, what's not feeling right?"

"I've never been to a party, much less been the hostess for one. I have no idea what to do."

Barbara sat next to her and held her. "You aren't the hostess. We are. Anytime you don't know what to do or say you can shift it to me. Tell people, 'Oh that's Barbara's responsibility."

"We'll take off an hour early and come help get everything set up. We can do this. As my father wished he had said, "Six hands make the work easier."

They both laughed and we went back to our planning. Right after we decided on the wedding cruise I discovered that both women wanted me in the planning and neither wanted my opinion. My safest way of being was to let them decide and then attempt to take credit for the idea. In so doing I validated their decision and kept them both happy. In the weeks of planning the only real work I had done was to write our vows and the ceremony. Getting someone to marry us wasn't tough. I knew a guy from college who lived here in the city and he had become a minister, sort of. Not a traditional minister. I had called him and after a lunch conversation he was excited to do the ceremony for us.

When Barbara and I left work the next day I thought we would be busy getting the house ready for our guests, Barbara informed me that she guessed the house would already be spotless and decorated when we got home. Amanda was nervous.

Barbara was right. We walked into a home that was so clean it ought to have been in a magazine! Amanda was still flitting around looking for something else to keep her busy. Barbara poured them each a half glass of wine and ten minutes later Amanda was calming down. 

We showered and dressed casually for the evening. Amanda showed us the ice chest where she had four bottles of white wine, six beers, and lots of sodas on ice. She showed us where the red wine was and the openers. I hugged her and we both told her what a great job she had done getting ready for the party.

At six-thirty something Julian and Marsha arrived. By six forty-something all nineteen people expected were in the house and loading their plates. For a while the conversation was about food and when most of it had been eaten the conversation shifted to us.

Julian and his wife Marsha sat next to each other on a small couch in our great room. They were in their forties, married with no children. We had worked together for six years. He looked over at me and asked, "Pete, Do you mind if I ask a couple of questions?"

The room got quiet. Now we were getting to what this evening was really about.

"I think I can speak for Barbara, Amanda and myself when I say, 'Ask whatever you would like."

"OK. You know we all like you and Barbara. Our buying tickets for the cruise is evidence of that. We don't know Amanda yet but I trust she is as wonderful in her own way as the two of you. What I don't understand is why you want to marry both of them."

"I wondered when one of you would ask. Let me see if I can answer so it makes sense. Mark has a wife and three children don't you Mark?"

He nodded and so did his wife.

"Now we know Mark loves his wife. We have heard him say so. Together they have three kids. What if the law said that they could only love one of those children. Would that be tough? Mark, which one of the three would you love?"

"That's crazy! I love all three!"

"When I met Amanda she was my neighbor. She was married and we hardly knew each other. I took her into my home and within a couple of days I decided to love her. Everything I found out about her made that an easy decision. At the same time that Amanda came into my life Barbara transferred to our office. She came home with me one day to meet Amanda and we clicked. Our friendship was easy. I discovered quickly that I could love Barbara too. I also discovered I didn't want to choose between them."

Marsha spoke, "You fell in love with both of them?"

Barbara answered, "No. We each discovered that loving each other was a choice we could and wanted to make. I saw who Pete was being in his life. I saw how he treated Amanda who was having major problems in her life and I wanted someone that caring in my life. I saw who Amanda is and how open she is to love and being loved."

Amanda spoke, "I had just had breast cancer surgery when Pete brought me home. He brought me home because my husband abandoned me in the hospital. He brought Barbara home with him to see if she could help me deal emotionally with some feelings I was having. I felt his loving spirit and I wanted more. I've never felt as loved as I have felt from the day of my surgery."

"I met them both at about the same time. I saw who they are, how they treat people and I wanted more. While Amanda recovered from her surgery Barbara and I cared for her. As she got better she started caring for us. One day we had a conversation and decided that the best thing was for us to be a triad."

"Amanda spoke again, "I won't go into detail but I will say that when Pete loved me he convinced me that all the things I had believed about my value in the world were wrong. When Barbara loved me I discovered much more than the sisterhood I had never felt before. I have two partners who love me and who love being loved by me. I never want to be without that feeling."

"Part of me wants to be offended by what you are telling us." Henry said. Henry was also in his forties and married to his second wife, Arlene. They had no children together but she had a son by a previous marriage. Henry and Arlene looked, acted and spoke like they were active members of a fundamentalist Christian church. "Another part of me recognizes that in the Bible there were prophets and kings who had multiple wives and even concubines. There didn't seem to be limitations on who or how many women a man could love and marry. So, to be honest I am a bit envious. It takes a special man to openly love more than one woman and special women to buy into such a partnership."

"Are you telling me you want another wife?" Arlene asked. She was grinning.

"What I'm saying is that I wish I were man enough that the situation would have come to me and that I would have been strong enough to handle it. What I'm saying is that at first I thought all three of you should have been locked up and now I think what you are doing is wonderful and healthy."

"Barbara looked over at Henry. "I can't quote much from the Bible or any other book for that matter but I can tell you what I learned about God from growing up in my Dad's family. God wants us to love. My Dad couldn't find a restriction on who or how many in his study of the Bible. I discovered that as an adult I can and do love more than one person. Next month we will be married. I will marry Pete and I will marry Amanda."

"I will marry Pete and I will marry Barbara."

"I will marry both Barbara and Amanda."

Marsha asked, "Can I ask about the practical side of this?"

"Sure. What do you want to know?"

"Do all three of you sleep in the same bed?"

"Sometimes. Most of the time. There is a king sized bed in one bedroom and a queen in each of the other bedrooms. One of those beds has not been used since we all moved in together here."

"Can I ask an even more personal question?"

"Ask."

"Do you all have sex together?"

"Sometimes. Most of the time." Barbara answered. She looked at Amanda and asked, "Can I say something about our first time together?"

Amanda blushed and nodded. I nodded.

"Amanda was feeling the abandonment of her husband and was convinced that because of her surgery no man would want her. She was damaged goods. She was sitting in Pete's bed wrapped in bandages and I showed her the scar on my breast from my breast cancer surgery. Pete showed her that the scar didn't get in the way of him loving me, wanting me. We joined in the bed with Amanda right there!"

"And after, we cuddled, all three of us." Amanda had eyes full of tears as she spoke.

"Both of you have had breast surgery?" Marsha asked.

"Yes. Mine was three years ago and Amanda's was five months ago. Both of us have had good check-ups in the last month."

"Pete, don't the scars bother you?"

"I don't love either for her flawless skin, her dimples, her great teeth. I love both women for their energy, their heart, their commitment to life and loving. Their scars just show they have been living. I have scars of my own."

"Wow! I signed my wife and I up for the cruise because I thought it would be fun. I really didn't understand what was up. I thought tonight was about picking fun stuff to do on the cruise. Now I'm sitting here wondering what the conversation will be like on the way home."

Jake was the company Sales Manager. His wife, Diane, was sitting beside him. She was a slightly overweight woman who carried herself like he had all the self-esteem in the family. "Are you asking me now?" She quietly asked.

Jake nodded.

"I'll tell you. At first I didn't want to go on a cruise. My picture was of hundreds of bikini wearing skinny women with big breasts parading around all day and then dancing provocatively all night. I thought that would get John all turned on he'd want sex every night. I'm not wearing a bikini. Not here in my own back yard and not on a ship in the ocean. Now that we've met these crazy people who want to be married and love each other the way they explain it, I'm glad we're going. I want to know more about that kind of loving and I want some of it."

"You want to marry Pete too?" Jake asked.

"No. What I want is for you to love me the way Pete loves both Amanda and Barbara. If you aren't willing to do that then maybe I'm interested in marrying Pete."

"You're serious."

"You bet your sweet ass I am!"

Jake turned from his wife to me. "Pete, I'd like an appointment for some coaching. I want my marriage to have whatever yours has. I've been married eight years and your marriage is better than mine already."

"I'll meet with you anytime. It might be better if we met as families though. Maybe if you come to dinner once a week we can talk. I'm not expert but I have thought a lot about what we're doing. We have thought a lot about living this way and together we may have something to contribute."

"Wait! We want in on these dinners!" Anthony and his wife spoke up. It was arranged that every week we would have dinner together and we'd talk. We took them all on a tour of our home and there were appreciative comments about the remodeling we had done to serve our unusual lifestyle. The men particularly liked the huge shower. We talked about the excursions and by eleven than night the three of us were in our home alone.

In our bedroom we undressed.

"Do you all have sex together?"

Both giggled. Amanda finished taking her pants off and leaned over and kissed Barbara.

"Sometimes," she said.

"Most of the time." Barbara said.

"I think next time someone asks I'm going to say I have been having sex with both of you since our first day together."

"You'll mislead them. You can say we've been sharing love every moment from that first day."

"How do you want your share right now?"

"I want a quick shower and then I'd like to be dessert."

"Oh, that sounds really yummy! Can I be dessert too?"

"I think that can be arranged. Let's all shower and I'll shave."

"I'll shave Amanda."

Ten minutes later Amanda's pussy and my face were as smooth as Barbara's pussy and were in bed. I took the middle position and Amanda lay on her side offering me her pussy. Barbara lay with her pussy offered to Amanda's mouth and hands while she took charge of my growing arousal. 

I love the taste of Amanda. I don't know what she does to have her juices taste as they do but whatever it is I hope she never stops doing it. The more I got into licking, kissing and sucking on her intimate parts the more she transferred that enthusiasm to Barbara who then gave it back to me. Our coordinated efforts brought each of us to a satisfying and noisy climax. I was bathed in Amanda's juices. I drank as much as I could and lapped up whatever other juices I had missed as they flowed out of her. Barbara drank in all the sperm I could give her and swallowed as though it were chocolate. That left Barbara and Amanda and I turned our full attentions to her. 

I shifted on the bed and ministered to Barbara's breasts. With lips and tongue I kissed and sucked and played with both her breasts as Amanda increased her pussy eating expedition. It worked. Barbara was panting and squirming and suddenly went rigid. She shook and screamed. I covered her scream with my mouth and her tongue shot into my mouth. Amanda and I held on for the ride.

Barbara's battery did run down and I covered us and we soon were asleep.

A week later, on a Tuesday evening, the cruise group met at our home again. The dinner was pot luck again and was wonderful. The conversation about loving started while we were still eating. It started with a question from Diane.

"Don't you feel jealousy?"

"Who are you asking?"

"I was aiming the question at either Amanda or Barbara but I guess I also want to know the answer from you too."

Amanda answered. "I was that first day. I hurt. My chest felt like someone parked a car on it. My heart hurt because my husband had just abandoned me and this man was kissing Barbara right there in bed with me! I wanted him to love me! I wanted someone to love me! They showed me that I could be loved, scars and all."

"I have always wanted to be loved without having to change. Pete just loves me. In my past I dated men who let me know how they wanted me to be. I dated a guy who always wanted me to wear stockings and heels. I was an object to him. Pete doesn't care what I wear. He just loves me. At first I was a little jealous because at night I was getting into bed alone and I knew Pete was getting into bed with Amanda."

Amanda interjected, "That lasted less than a week!"

"Yes, less than a week. Being loved like Pete loves is irresistible. I knew it was here for me and I wanted it. When I joined them here I discovered I could find and give that love to Amanda too."

"Jealousy hasn't been much of a problem. I am a little jealous of the orgasms they are capable of, the unspoken communication that they seem to have sometimes and the fact that I had to give up the idea of ever winning an argument, but I have decided it's all good."

The room warmed to the conversation and the feeling of love. I could feel it.

Brian asked, "Does anyone get their feelings hurt? It sounds so make-believe the way you talk about it."

"Yes, of course. I am crude and sharp sometimes and I have hurt both ladies with my actions and my words. We have an agreement that grew out of the first time I hurt Barbara."

"Pete was supposed to pick up something important to me at the market and he forgot it. He came home and put everything away and it wasn't there. I asked about it and he said, 'I forgot.' No apology, no return trip, just 'I forgot' like it wasn't very important."




His Loss, Planning the Cruise?



"I sensed how hurt Barbara was so I sat Pete and Barbara down and we talked it through. Now we have an agreement that when there is an upset we will work it through together. Having someone who loves me help me through a problem, an upset, really helps me stay focused on the love and the relationship. In the past, when I was married to John, I'd get upset and he didn't want to talk. We would carry the hurt around for weeks sometimes. That doesn't happen here. One of us will sit the others down and we will work it through."

"Honey, can we agree to talk things through?" Diane asked.

"We may need a third party to help us sort through things. Can we call you Amanda?"

"Sure. I charge $50 an hour." Amanda laughed. "You see, we have that internal advantage and it really does work for us. I think if you focus on your relationship you can work things through."

"When we first got together I was pretty heavily invested in being right. I wanted to win. Pretty quickly I was shown that being right was costing me the level of intimacy I wanted with both Amanda and Barbara. I still remind myself a few times a day that my life is about having this loving relationship work. It's not about being right."

There were a few nudges in the room.

Arlene asked, "How do you decide who does what around the house?"

"We talked it over and we talk it over." Amanda said.

"Pete and I work and Amanda takes care of most of the household stuff. We provide the money and whatever assistance she needs or wants and she coordinates and does most of what is needed around here."

"Amanda, you don't work?"

"Yes, she does! She has a job just like Barbara and I do. When we moved in together we went to the bank and made a three person joint account. My check and Barbara's go right into the account. Amanda has full access to all the money in there. Amanda takes better care of us that we ever could take care of ourselves. I always have clean clothes, dinner on the table when we get home, a clean house, flowers on the table sometimes, and surprises. Doing all that for three people is a real job and Amanda is good at what she does."

"When we took the tour last week I was really impressed with the big shower. Do you shower together?" Anthony asked.

"Yes! It is fun and sexy and I don't think I've ever been as consistently clean as I've been since we added that shower."

"Don't you and Ines shower together?"

"No. Our shower is about twenty inches square and it's crowded for just me."

"Would you like to use ours? Come on, I'll get you some towels." Amanda took them to the master bath and left them to enjoy. Back in the great room conversation went to the cruise.

"Will your families be attending the wedding?"

"My Mom and Dad will. Pete and Amanda don't have any living family so you are their family. My Mom and Dad know all about what we are doing and they are very supportive. You'll meet them the day we sail."

Diane asked, "There are swimming pools on the ship, aren't there?"

"Yes, but there's no rule you have to go swimming."

"I've lost two pounds since last week and I plan to buy a bathing suit before the cruise!"

"Wow, Honey that's great!" Jake said.

"None of you have been on a cruise before have you?"

Heads shook.

"You should know that the normal rules for some things are a bit different on a ship. On the very top deck is an area where women sunbathe top free. Once or twice I have seen women up there who sunbathed clothes-free, but as a rule that isn't permitted. I tell you that so you aren't surprised or shocked when you see it happen."

Henry spoke up. Henry is a pretty straight laced guy. "How do you think about seeing women without their clothes and think that is OK?"

"God gave me the body I have. My job is to take care of it, learn from it and enjoy it. If you see my arms I don't feel badly. If you see my breasts I'm not going to feel badly. They are body parts just like my arms. Each society decides what is OK for a woman to show and at different times societies have changed the rules." Barbara leaned toward Henry to add force to what she was saying.

"Shouldn't your modesty keep you covered?" Henry's wife, Arlene, asked.

"My modesty keeps me from breaking any agreement I have with Amanda and Pete about our behavior. I won't ask anyone to do something I know they don't want to do. I won't do something I don't want to do. That is modesty, to me."

"Will you go up on that top deck?" Arlene asked.

"Sure! A little sunshine is good and all over sunshine is even better. I won't be embarrassed if you see me up there. If you're OK with it I may even hug you."

"Oh. I've never known anyone like you before."

Amanda spoke up. "When I met Barbara and Pete I had been seen by my doctor and by my husband John. No one else had seen me naked. No one else had seen my breasts. The day I met Barbara she helped me change the bandages and she showed me her breasts. I love showering with the three of us soaping each other and loving ourselves clean."

"I'd like to try that."

"I can hear that the shower has shut off and that means Ines and Anthony are done. Come with me and I'll get fresh towels."

"Now?"

"Sure. Can you think of a better time?"

"No. OK." She stood and helped Henry to his feet. On the way down the hall they passed Ines and Anthony.

"We are remodeling our bathroom!" Anthony said as they passed. Ines grinned and nodded in approval.

Amanda got three more towels from the linen closet and led Henry and Arlene into the bathroom. She opened a window to get some fresh air into the room and said, "Put your clothes on those hooks on the back of the door. I'll take the used towels to the laundry and be right back."

She took the wet towels Anthony and Ines had used and was gone. Henry started slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Arlene sat and removed her shoes. Henry had unbuttoned his shirt and Arlene's shoes were off when Amanda opened the door and joined them. She stripped in seconds flat and then helped Henry and Arlene get naked. She turned on the shower and quickly the water was hot and she helped them under the spray. They looked as if they would explode if they touched each other.

Henry was unsure what to do with his hands or his eyes. Amanda took a wash cloth and soaped it up and handed it to him. She turned Arlene around so her back faced Henry.

"Come on Henry, give her back the loving scrub it has always wanted."

He put the cloth against her shoulder and started scrubbing. Seconds later he was into it and enjoying what he was doing. He had never seen Arlene naked with the lights on and here he was scrubbing her in a shower with the full sunlight coming in through the window. When he got down to her butt he hesitated. 

"Henry, don't miss any of her skin!"

He soaped the cloth again and rubbed the soapy cloth all over her butt. He was grinning like he was on his first trip to Disneyland. What he didn't know was how big the grin on Arlene's face was. Her eyes were closed and she had surrendered to how good it felt to be being washed.

Henry knelt and scrubbed her legs. As he ran the cloth up the inside of her thigh she opened her legs a bit. He saw her pussy up close and wet and his cock began to grow. He washed her legs and then stood back up.

As he stood back up Arlene turned and presented her front for cleaning. Her eyes were still closed. Amanda soaped another cloth and put it in her hand. Henry started at her shoulders and washed her chest. He naturally spent enough time cleaning her breasts to create a full erection on himself.

Amanda helped Arlene get started. She lifted her soapy hand up to her husband's chest and started the scrubbing motion. Arlene took over. 

As she washed she opened her eyes. She saw how much lather is created on a hairy chest. She liked the feel of Henry's big chest. When they both had soapy chests Amanda pressed them together and had them rub chest to chest. In the process Arlene felt Henry's erection and she backed away from him and looked down.

"Oh my God!" She said, "Have you been putting all that inside me?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, I have."

"That dirty old thing?" She grinned at him.

"I was hoping I could get it really clean someday."

Arlene wrapped the wash cloth of soap suds around Henry's erection and started the cleaning process. Amanda noticed what a good job she was doing. Suddenly Henry grunted and grabbed the walls of the shower.

Spurt after spurt flew from Henry's cock and hit Arlene's lower belly. She giggled and kept stroking him. When he quit squirting she looked at his face and said, "You been doing that inside me, too?"

Henry hugged his naked wife for the first time and said, "I want a shower like this!"

"Me too."

They kissed. As they kissed Amanda opened the shower door and stepped out. The kiss ended and Amanda said, "You two enjoy the rest of your shower and by the way, the bed is right through there." She pointed into the master suite.

Amanda took her clothes, a towel and left. In the hall she toweled dry and dressed. She took her bra, panties and towel to the laundry. She then rejoined the group in the great room.

"Hi, Honey," Pete said as she came through the door. "I gave the contractor's card to Anthony. Do you think Henry will want it too?"

"Only if he wants to stay married to Arlene. They seem to love showering together!"

"Did you get in with them?" Diane's eyes were wide.

"Yes, just to get them started. I'm confident they can finish by themselves."

"They saw you naked? You saw them naked, too?"

"Yes. It is the way one takes a shower around here, naked. Is that a problem?"

Diane looked from face to face around the room. When she looked back at Amanda she said, "I think I've been sheltering myself all my life. I've been a little chunky all my life and I'm ashamed of my body."

Barbara went over to Diane and helped her stand. She embraced Diane and whispered in her ear, "How much do you weigh?"

Diane stiffened for a second and then whispered to Barbara, "A hundred and thirty-five pounds."

Barbara whispered back, "That's six pounds lighter than me. I want you to see something."

Barbara backed up about three feet and pulled her shirt up and off. She bent as she released her pants and they fell to the floor. Barbara stood three feet from Diane in bra and panties. She unhooked the bra and dropped it o the floor.

"Can you see the scar? Can you see the stretch marks? I have fat don't I?"

Barbara turned and let Diane look. Diane looked. Amanda stood up and stood beside Barbara. Seconds later she dropped the dress and stood naked beside her lover and best friend. 

"Can you see my scar? Can you see the stretch marks, the bruise on my thigh, and the fat?"

The two women I love stood still and let all the people in the room look. Then they redressed.

"Thank you," Diane said. "I'm feeling better about my body. I've been surprised that Jake has kept loving me when my body isn't even what it was when he met me."

"I love you, not just your perfect body." Jake said.

"Then watch!"

Diane unbuttoned her jeans and bent, pushing them down her legs. When she stood back up she grabbed the sweatshirt hem and pulled it up and over her head. Her matching blue bra and panties contrasted with her very white skin. She looked at her husband and then at Barbara and Amanda.

Both hands went behind her and the bra came unhooked. She was at least a C cup and her breasts sprang free. Without thought she massaged them and Jake wet his lips. 

"You are beautiful," Jake whispered.

"You are a beautiful woman," Barbara added.

"Wow!" I said.

"Really?" Her eyes were wide and she was breathing a bit harder than normal.

Ten voices spoke as one: "Really!"

"OK. Then here goes." She bent again and the panties were at her ankles. She stood and we could see the c-section scar and her trimmed bush. 

"Am I OK?"

"Yes!" Every voice in the room spoke in unison. Five seconds later we heard Arlene's voice from the master bedroom, "Yes! Oh God, Yes!"

We all broke up in laughter. Jake stood and hugged his naked wife and squeezed her butt. He helped her dress and shared a few kisses with the process. 

Henry and Arlene rejoined the group and blushed a little. 

"Next week I'd like us to get together on Friday night. That way we won't have to go home early. We don't work on Saturday so we could stay up late, if we wanted to." Jake offered.

"Shall we meet here again?" I asked.

"Shall we bring our own towels? I hate soaking all your towels." Henry added.

Diane leaned over to Barbara and Amanda, "When can we get together and go shopping? I want some new clothes for the cruise. Maybe even a bikini!"

"Saturday morning? You can spend the night here on Friday and we can go shopping in the morning."

"Really?"

Women planning shopping trips are like young girls planning a party. Fun to watch, but please don't invite me to go along. Please.

In less than five minutes the Friday night get-together was planned and Jake and Diane would be staying as would Julian and Marsha. All the ladies would be taking a pound of credit cards and leaving all the men here to watch football and anticipate the treasures they would bring home. Other couples were told that if they wanted to bring sleeping bags they could stay too.

During the week I noticed Amanda was much calmer about the party. She had done well and had discovered that she liked the social life. At work both Barbara and I had been asked about staying over in sleeping bags. We had let the folk know that it was fine with us and that it would be a good idea to bring a pillow as well.

We let Amanda know that Friday night looked like a full house. She stocked up on paper goods and by the time Barbara and I got home from work on Friday the house and Amanda were ready for the evening festivities.

What we didn't know was that the other women had talked and coordinated the dinner. The first to arrive, Julian and Marsha, brought an entire turkey! Marsha and Amanda got it in the oven and kept it warm. A few minutes later mashed potatoes arrived with Brian and Katy, followed by the required green bean casserole brought by Jake and Diane. Pumpkin pie, a salad, extra drinks and an incredible cranberry sauce arrived shortly after the main items and the dinner was set buffet style and served. After everyone started eating Jake asked, "Pete, how did you feel when your ladies stripped down in front of everyone last week?"

"Proud. We all grew up with lots of taboos about our bodies. We had them when we met just a few months ago. On of Amanda's was that she had been raised to understand the word modesty meant hide you body. She discovered that modesty could have another meaning and when she stripped down she showed me that she has really internalized that concept. She is modest, even when she is standing nude in front of all of you."

"I didn't strip down as a sexual act. I had a reason for stripping. Diane needed the assurance that her body is OK. Barbara and I both thought it would help her to see that we aren't perfect and that we're fine with our bodies."

Diane entered the conversation. "I went shopping and found myself looking at clothes I would never have looked at before. My attitude about me is changing thanks to Barbara and Amanda."

Katy spoke up. She hadn't spoken to the group once and she just opened up and spoke. "I was raised in a family that believed like Amanda's family that modesty was important and that it meant keep as much covered as possible all the time. I've never even owned a sundress. I tried on a bikini when Brian and I were engaged. I felt like a slut for even trying it on. We went to Hawaii on our honeymoon and I wore a one-piece bathing suit with shorts over the bottom part." 

Katy took a deep breath and spoke some more.

"When I saw the three of you strip right here last week I was mortified! I wanted to cancel our tickets and never talk to any of you again. Then I kept thinking about what happened. Every day from that night until now I've been thinking. You aren't sluts. You were loving Diane and wanting to help her feel better about herself. When I finally got to what had me so upset it was that I had been lied to by so many people for so long. Having the freedom to take off all my clothes and know that my body is just my body, scars, stretch marks, fat and all is a good thing."

Brian had been sitting next to Katy all during her speech and he had been watching her and not eating.

"Amen," He said.

"Last night when Brian came home from work I was ready to conduct my own experiment. I made our dinner and when Brian walked in and sat at the table I pulled off my dress and underwear and served his dinner dressed in my skin!"

"It was a great dinner!"

"Yes, it was! The best part was that it really was OK. Tonight I know Brian has been thinking about the shower and us in it. I've been thinking about it too. I invite any of you who want to join us in the shower to do it! I promise nothing except good, clean fun!"

Brian's eyes were as wide as they would open. His mouth was open too. The group laughed and two or three women said they liked the idea.

"Amanda, can I ask you something in private?" Arlene asked.

"Just ask. If I need to answer in private I will."

She shook her head. "OK, if you say so. When you were in the shower with Henry and me, I noticed you don't have any hair... down there. Why is that?"

Amanda looked at Barbara who winked at her. That permission given Amanda told the truth.

"The very first time I gave oral sex to Barbara I noticed she is as smooth as a newborn. It made the experience better. Then, Barbara took on the job of keeping me smooth until I can get the treatment like she had. That is fun too! I love the way my pussy looks without hair. I love the way it feels and both Barbara and Pete love pleasuring me this way."

"What treatment?"

"Laser," Barbara answered. "I haven't shaved in three years. Not my pits, my legs, or my pussy."

"Wow! Does it hurt?"

"Not really. It's a little uncomfortable and for a few days after the first two treatments I found hairs in my bed and in my clothes but that's not a very big deal."

"I'd really like a better look than I had in the shower but I don't want to do it here. Can we go somewhere and can I look?"

Both Amanda and Barbara got up and took Arlene to our big bedroom. Katy, Marsha, Diane and Ines followed. After a quiet minute Jake said, "You know, I'd really like a closer look too. I don't know that I've ever even thought about Diane having a hairless snatch."

He looked at me as he said it.

"Jake, when they come back ask either Amanda or Barbara to show you and Diane what they showed Diane. I'm sure they will."

"And, you're OK with me looking at either of their pussies?"

"Should I be afraid?"

"No! It just strikes me as strange that you would invite me to ask your wife.. uh, girlfriend to show me her pussy."

"Our society lives by some strange rules. I trust both women. If you were asking me if you could fuck either of them the discussion would be different. You want to see what a nude pussy looks like. I'm OK with that. They both look different and they are both beautiful. If they were covered with hair they would look a lot more alike."

As a group the women came back into the room. As Diane sat down by Jake he asked her, "Well, what do you think?"

"I like it and I think you will really like it, too."

"Barbara, I would like to see what this is all about. Can we go back wherever you went and would you show me what you showed the women?"

"I'm going with you," Diane said.

"Of course," Jake said.

Barbara stood and walked followed by Diane and Jake. I got up and followed as well. Barbara went into our bedroom and pulled her dress up over her head and off. She was only wearing shoes which she stepped out of. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs. She was fully exposed.




His Loss, Planning the Cruise?



Jake just stood there looking. Seconds passed.

"Jake, Honey, you wanted to look. Get close and look." Diane was smiling at his discomfort.

Jake leaned very close and looked. Diane was standing behind him and she quickly pulled her jeans off and her panties. She climbed up on our bed and opened her legs.

Jake, touch me. Look at me."

He did. He looked back and forth between the two women. Diane's triangle of hair was thick and somewhat matted. Near the slit the hairs were wet. He touched her and felt the pussy he was familiar with.

Barbara looked at me and I winked.

"Jake, touch me too. Feel the difference between hairy and smooth."

"Yes, Jake, touch her." Diane held his right hand to her pussy and looked at his face.

"Pete?"

"Touch her Jake. Find out why she is smooth. Find out if you want Diane to be smooth."

His hand was shaking as he reached for Barbara's pussy. He touched her just above her slit and ran his fingers along each side of her slit. He looked over at Diane and did the same.

Diane put his fingers in her slit. He put his fingers in Barbara's slit. Both were wet and slippery. 

"God, you both feel so great!"

In a voice husky with passion Diane said, "Lick me, Jake. Lick me now!"

Jake bent to the task and Diane held his head as she rubbed her pussy on his face. In less than a minute she was thrashing on the bed and enjoying an orgasm. Jake's hand was still in Barbara's slit. She was slowly undulating her hips to increase the stimulation. I leaned to her ear.

"Sweetheart, you know if her eats you her will be shaving Diane every day for the next ten years. If you want him to do it it's Ok with me."

"Jake, ask Diane if you can eat my pussy too."

"Eat her Jake! Suck and lick her!"

As Jake moved from his wife's pussy to Barbara's Diane turned on her side and watched. He put his hands under Barbara's legs and held her as his wet face came closer and closer to Barbara's wet slit. Barbara used her hands and spread her lips just before he touched her. She moaned as his face touched her. His tongue began it's dance along the sensitive lips and finally her clitoris. 

Diane reached out and stroked a finger across Barbara's nipple. Barbara moaned and Diane pinched. I watched as together they brought Barbara to a powerful orgasm. Just as she peaked she grabbed a pillow and muffled her screams.

I moved Jake over to between Diane's legs and I put my hard cock at Barbara's entrance. Her eyes flew open, saw that it was me and said, "Oh Pete, do me hard and fast!"

I did. As I pounded into this woman I love so much I looked over and Jake was doing the same to Diane. Her legs were up and his hands were on her breasts. Diane urged him on, speaking softly.

"Oh baby! You've never been so hard. You like fucking me don't you? I love being filled with you. Now fill me up baby! Fill me up!" 

Jake grunted, stiffened and held his cock deep inside Diane as he came.

"Pete, I love how big you feel. Love me! Take me where I want to go!"

The rush of my load caught me by surprise. Suddenly I was shooting load after load into her! I think I held back on bellowing, but I cannot guarantee that. I lay down beside her and heard Jake say to Diane, "I would like it very much if you were smooth."

"See me later this evening and I'd be happy to shave you. I do Amanda and she likes how I do it."

We got out of bed and began dressing. As we dressed Diane spoke.

"No one has ever watched us before. I've never watched anyone do it before. God, that was hot!"

She noticed that Barbara was not putting panties on.

"Barbara, why aren't you wearing panties?"

"Pete or Amanda might want to touch me. I don't want to put anything in the way."

Both women left off their panties and went into the bathroom to do what they could do about the cum leaking from them. In a minute they joined us and we rejoined the party. While we were gone Amanda had put on some music and there were people dancing, people talking and two that were still eating.

Barbara went to Amanda and asked how things were going. Amanda said everything was fine then reached under Barbara's dress and touched her pussy. 

"You got loved!" Then they kissed. Barbara told Amanda what happened in the bedroom and Amanda wondered out loud if anyone else wanted to see what a naked pussy looked like. No one spoke up at that moment so she shrugged and went into the kitchen.

She found Arlene and Marsha in the kitchen. They were picking at the turkey and when Amanda stepped to them Marsha said, "We were just talking about you. I love how loving you are. We don't hardly know you and I feel a real connection with you."

The conversation went on about lots of differing topics for a while. Barbara got in a discussion in the great room about being on a cruise and the one night where we are supposed to get all dressed up and have a formal dinner and dance.

I got hooked by some of the men into a discussion that started as college football and ended as work related. After eleven Amanda went around and asked people to stack out their sleeping areas and set them up. She had set up a small bowl with slips of paper. Each slip had a couple's names on it. She asked me to draw out the slips and that would be the showering order before bed.

I drew Brian and Katy first. I drew Henry and Arlene second. There were comments about them already having done a shower her, but they were still second. Julian and Marsha were third, Anthony and Ines forth and the last slip showed Jake and Diane.

I said, "Excuse me, but our names are not in the bowl."

Amanda spoke loudly enough to be heard clearly. "I'm counting on the generosity of our friends to invite us to join them under the water. If they don't then I guess we'll be last."

Brian had opened out their sleeping bags, two that zip together, and had retrieved their towels from their backpack. Katy walked up to the three of us and took my hand.

"Would you join us in the shower, please? We don't know much about how to really get clean."

I accepted and off we went. On the way out of the kitchen I grabbed a timer and said, "We can have no more than fifteen minutes for each shower. Otherwise we will run out of hot water." It wasn't true but if I didn't limit the time for each couple the last one's would shower in time for breakfast.

As Katy and Brian undressed I started the bathroom heater and the water. Just before we stepped under the water I set the timer and put it nearby.

"Get wet." I said. We did. It isn't hard. The shower is square and has a shower head at two opposing corners. We were wet in seconds. I shut the water off and handed both of them soap and wash clothes. 

"Brian, start with Katy's back. Soap her up good all the way to the floor."

"Katy, soap my back from shoulders to the floor." She and Brian started and soon the giggles and sounds of joy were easy to hear. I noticed that Brian was doing a really good job on Katy's ass and inner thighs. I cold see that Katy had a nicely trimmed pubic patch, the style I call a landing strip. Her dark brown pubic hair was short and only about an inch wide and about two inches long, starting at the top of her slit and going up toward her navel. I also noticed that her breasts were very small and tipped with hard nipples the size of blueberries. When Brian reached the floor I said, "OK, Katy turn around. Start at his shoulders and he'll start at yours. Take your time and get good and clean." 

They did as I asked and by the time they reached their waists Brian was fully erect. Katy looked at me and then wrapped her soapy cloth around Brian's shaft and stroked him. After four or five strokes she took the cloth Brian had from him and began to stroke me with it. She was smiling and enjoying the "good clean fun." 

Brian put his hands out against the shower walls.

"Oh Katy, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum on me, Brian. Cum all over me!"

Spurt after spurt did just that. Katy aimed at her tits and her pussy as well as her torso. The cum blended with the soap and disappeared. I came all over her back and ass. 

Brian kissed Katy. I turned the water back on and we scrubbed the cum and soap off each other. Katy saw a bottle of shampoo and asked if we would shampoo her hair. I put some on her hair and Brian and I worked it into her hair and then rinsed it out. She thanked us both with a kiss and got out of the shower. I opened the bathroom door and called out, "Whoever is number two, your shower awaits."

When I turned back to find my clothes and towel the timer dinged. Brian and Katy dried off and then carried their clothes with them back to the great room. They passed Arlene, Henry and Barbara in the hallway. As I left the bathroom I wrapped a towel around my waist.

Arlene asked, "Aren't you getting redressed?"

"No. Someone else might want to help me get really clean."

The bathroom door closed and I heard giggles behind it. I went into the great room and Amanda had lowered the lights. Not off but lowered. I went into the kitchen and opened a Diet Coke. After my first drink the can left my hand and Amanda took a drink.

"How was your shower with Katy and Brian?"

"Quite nice. I am sort of clean but I can tell you that they are very clean."

"Will I get some shower time with you tonight?"

"If you want it."

"I do. Ever since I found your juices in Barbara's puss I've been thinking about how much I want some."

"You found my juices did you? Did Barbara tell you the story?"

"Yes! Sometimes you still amaze me. Your loving seems not to have any boundaries."

"Oh, I beg to differ. My boundaries are quite firm. I will only do things that we agree upon. If something is offered and it might hurt either of you, I won't accept. I am for anything that furthers the expression of love on the planet. Anyone who would want to join our family must talk with both of you. In a family vote a single "no" is a deal breaker."

"Would you have let Jake fuck Barbara?"

"No. She would have needed your permission to fuck him. Maybe we need to talk more about this sometime soon. As I see it now your pussy is yours, mine and Barbara's. Nothing happens to it that doesn't affect all three of us. The same is true of Barbara's pussy and my cock. Any activity one of us wants to do with our bodies that potentially opens us up for disease, pregnancy, or harm is only to be done by consensus."

"So, if I shower with Anthony and Ines and he wants to touch me I need to talk with both of you?"

"Is there a potential for catching a disease in the activity? Or getting pregnant?"

"No."

"Then it is your decision."

"In the shower with Katy and Brian Katy cleaned our cocks with a soapy cloth. Brian came all over her front and I came all over her butt and back. No disease or pregnancy possible, so no conversation necessary."

"I see. We do need to talk about it so we are all on the same page of thinking, but I agree. Your thinking allows us freedom within the boundaries and protects each of us."

"Barbara is in the shower with Henry and Arlene. Are you worried about what she will do that would put our health in jeopardy?"

"No. She went with them for some "good clean fun" and nothing more.

I heard the timer ring. When I looked I saw Julian and Marsha headed for the shower. They were nude and carried their towels over their arms. Arlene and Henry found their sleeping bags and lay down together. The light level was dark enough that they had a little privacy but light enough that I saw Arlene take Julian's cock in her hand and guide him inside her open slit. Their coupling was slow and quiet. I stepped back into the kitchen and noticed that Amanda was sitting on the counter with her legs wide.

"Hey mister, want some dessert?"

"Low cal, high enjoyment?" I asked as I knelt and put my face against her sweet labia. She was dripping wet and quickly reached for the orgasm she had been thinking about. I drank the gift she gave me and slowly moved her to her orgasm. She leaned farther back until she was laying on her back. I pulled her butt closer to the edge and lapped all along her most sensitive areas. Every time I neared or touched her clit she moaned and twitched. As slowly as I could manage I pushed her toward the orgasm her body craved. When it arrived Amanda held her hands over her mouth and thrashed all over the counter. I held her clit in my lips until she started to calm down and then I released it.

After I sat her up I pulled her against my body, her legs wrapped around my hips and our arms held each other close. I kissed her neck and she kissed mine. We were still for a long while.

"I love how you love me."

"I know who you are. I love how you let me love you."

We heard the timer ding again. Anthony opened the door to the kitchen and said, "I hate to interrupt but Amanda promised to shower with us."

"And so, I shall." She unwound herself from me and jumped from the counter to the floor. She kissed me good-bye and walked off with Anthony. Seeing the trail of her juices on the counter I said, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll happily clean up your juices." As I wiped the counter clean.

The next time I heard the timer I looked at the kitchen clock. It was a little after one in the morning. I knew that Jake and Diane were last and that while I was in the shower an hour or more ago they had gone into Barbara's bedroom where they would be staying that night.

I walked to their door and knocked. A muffled "yes" came through the door.

"It's Pete. Your turn in the shower is now. Do you want your turn?"

"No, but if you have time we'd like to talk with you. Come in, please."

I opened the door and went in. The only light on was a bedside lamp that couldn't have been more than ten watts. I sat in a chair near the bed. When I entered I left the door open just a little so I could be easily found without knocking.

"Do the three of you swing?" Jake asked.

"No. At least not in the way most people think of swinging. We wouldn't be interested in going to a party where everyone who came to the party was only interested in using each other's bodies as a place to get off. I want to love you before any affection gets physical. If I love someone I am willing to get physical as long as it won't hurt anyone. If the desired activity involves a cock going into a pussy I need to talk with my partners because they are also possessors of my cock."

"I watched you making love with Barbara earlier and it really got me turned on. It looked like you have made love in front of people before."

"Other than in front of Amanda, we haven't."

"Would you be willing to make love in here with us?"

"The three of us?"

"What I had in mind was making love beside you and Barbara or Amanda making love."

"I'll ask."

I left the room and found Barbara and Amanda in the bathroom. I told them what Jake and Diane had requested.

"You did it earlier. May I do it this time?" Amanda asked.

"I'm going to bed. I want the middle. When you come to bed, kiss me and tell me you love me, OK?"

We kissed her, said "Yes" and went to join Jake and Diane. I swung the door open and saw that they didn't wait. Diane was between Jake's legs sucking him. Amanda lay beside Diane and leaned over to her and kissed her. Diane accepted the kiss and moaned.

I opened Amanda's legs and kissed her labia. I could taste her sweet juices and feel the swelling of her lips. By moving a little I positioned myself so I could hold Amanda's breasts with my hands as I licked her pussy. When I could feel that she was very close I shifted again and placed my hardness against her opening.

"Be inside me, Honey. Fill me up."

I moved my hips and slid into her depths. I felt her fluids flow out of her and flood down my balls and onto the bed. Diane had propped herself up on her elbows and watched as we joined. Jake held her hips and grinned as he mated with his wife.

"Pete, pull my nipples, please."

Using finger tips I grasped Amanda's nipples and pinched. Slowly I increased the pressure until she said, "Oh God! I'm cumming!"

My thrusts were slow and deep. I moved Amanda's legs as I stroked in and out. I watched Jake and Diane. Amanda held her eyes closed and still shook from the orgasm she just had. 

I whispered, "Amanda, do you want another? Can I kiss you to cumming?"

"OH yes! Kiss my pussy, Pete. Help me cum again!" Her whisper was punctuated with her ragged breathing. I continued to hold her legs high and I slid back from her until my face aligned with her wet and dripping puss.

I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, making tiny circles around it.

"Oh Pete! What are you doing? I'm going to cum right now!" 

I could not hold her legs! They came down on my back and she thrashed around as she came again. Her body and legs were covered in a sheen of perspiration and her breath came in gasps. I did my best to maintain contact with her clit but I could not. I held still and waited.

When Amanda opened her eyes I lay next to her and caressed her breasts, avoiding the nipples. After repeated orgasms they would be painfully sensitive.

Looking over Amanda I watched as Jake thumbed Diane's clitoris as he entered her vagina over and over. He was drawing out her approach to her orgasm. I whispered to Amanda, "Follow my lead."

I went to the other side of Diane and faced her breast. Amanda put her face within an inch of her other nipple. Diane looked at us and felt our breath on her. 

"I want to cum!" She said.

"Now!" I said, plunging my face down and surrounding her nipple with my lips. I flicked the nipple with my tongue and sucked. At the same time Amanda did the same to Diane's other nipple. Diane screamed and grabbed our heads. Her orgasm arrived and took her somewhere special. We sucked, licked and kissed her as she swam in the feelings. When Jake pulled out of her Amanda and I quietly slipped from the bedroom.

A few minutes later we were in the shower and got each other clean. I dried her and she dried me. We hung our towels up and crawled into bed with Barbara. 

"I love you Barbara."

"I love you Barbara."

"I love you both. Warm me up, please."

She was facing me so I backed up to her. Amanda spooned her from behind. Seconds later we were asleep. I dreamed about the cruise. In the dream Crystal and Mark spent a lot of time laughing.



His Loss



"This isn't fair." I called out. 

They giggled.

"We won't look." Amanda said.

"Cover your eyes."

"OK."

I cautiously opened the door. They had their eyes covered with their hands. I took two steps and they uncovered their eyes. Both smiled. Neither laughed. I didn't cover up. It was a little late for that.

Barbara got out of bed and said, "You sit in the middle."

Her t-shirt didn't cover any more than mine did. Her small strip of pubic hair was as red as the hair on her head. My interest began to show. I got into bed next to Amanda. Barbara opened containers and handed them out with utensils and then she left the bedroom and returned with three beers.

"If we are going to eat here again one of us needs to go to the market."

"Deal. After dinner we can make a list." I said.

"Way after dinner." Barbara said. 

I let that comment go.

During dinner we talked about where Barbara was from, our favorite movies and lots of superficial stuff. The conversation was light with moments of laughter mixed in. At some point during dinner Barbara put her hand under the covers and touched my cock. I lost all interest in time, dinner or whatever the conversation had been about. My interest in Barbara grew. I started worrying about Amanda. We just couldn't play sexually while she was recovering from having her breast cut open. I couldn't play with Barbara in front of anyone, much less Amanda.

Barbara let go of my interest and got out of bed. She collected all the containers and the three empty beer bottles and stashed them near the door. Then she came back to bed.

"Pete, I want you to help me here. Amanda and I had a long conversation before you got home and I think we can help her with a little story she has going on in her head. Will you be willing to speak the truth and only the truth for the rest of the evening?"

"I'm honest. I'll do that."

"OK. What is your favorite part of a woman's body?"

"For looking at or touching?"

"Both."

"Breasts and pussy."

"When you met me at the office did you look at my breasts?"

"Of course."

"And did you think, too bad they are scared?"

"No. I thought they were quite nice."

"When you heard me tell Amanda that I had surgery like hers on one of my breasts did you say, too bad, I liked her before I found that out?"

"No."

"Have you thought about kissing me?"

"Yes."

"Want to?"

"Yes."

Barbara swung her leg over my lap and sat down facing me. I took her face in my hands and drew our lips together. Our tongues began to dance and they danced together well. Some of the time I led and some of the time she led. When the kiss ended she looked at me again.

"Want more?"

I pulled her to me again. As our tongues danced together my hands went from her face to her back. As the third kiss began I lifted the t-shirt and had my hands all over her back. Barbara scooted closer to me and trapped my hardening cock between her naked pussy and my own body. My next kiss was on her neck.

"Close your eyes." Barbara whispered. 

I did.

She pulled the t-shirt over her head and held it against her chest on one side.

"Kiss my breast, please." 

I opened my eyes and pulled her body to my mouth, breast first. I had been taught years ago not to go for the nipple first. I started kissing her breast in the valley between her breasts. I worked my kisses all around the breast and then went to the nipple. It was hard when I arrived. I flicked it with my tongue and Barbara moaned. I sucked it into my mouth and she moaned again. I worshiped her breast and she appreciated it by making all the wonderful noises that a woman can make when she feels pleasure.

Then she stopped me. I looked at her face and she thanked me. 

"Pete, my other breast has a scar. My other breast isn't as big as the one you have already tasted. If I beg you, will you kiss it too?"

"No. But if I beg you will you let me? Please?"

Barbara uncovered her other breast. As it happened it was the breast closest to Amanda. The scar was about an inch and a half long and the surrounding tissue was indented where tissue had been removed.

I leaned in and pulled Barbra to me. Again I started in the valley and worked my way around the breast, avoiding the nipple at first. When my lips encountered her scar Barbara moaned. I ran my tongue over her scar. Over the length and back again as gently as I could manage. I sucked on the scar gently and then moved to Barbara's nipple. I sucked it in and opened my mouth wide enough to take the nipple and areola as well and I sucked hard, but not hard enough to hurt. 

Barbara wrapped her arms around my head and shook. She pressed her breast into my face and I thought that I might suffocate. Before that happened she calmed down and let go.

"God! Where have you been all my life?"

I smiled. "Was all that leading to a question?"

Amanda spoke. "Yes, it was. And you answered it perfectly."

"How's that?"

"Amanda thought she would never find a man who would want her because she is damaged goods. I think she is saying that the way you treated me has shown her that she isn't damaged goods. What you showed me is that I want more of you!"

"Well, since you mentioned it, you are sitting on my lap with your pussy against my erection. I would love to fuck you or have you take care of that erection in some pleasant fashion. Is that possible?"

"Oh, yes! Perhaps we should go in the living room and leave Amanda here to rest."

"Oh please don't go! I'm so turned on I can't stand it! Can't I at least watch?"

"Watch? Not likely. Participate, damn right. Peel off that t-shirt Honey. I'll fuck you both and love every moment of it."

Amanda couldn't lift the t-shirt up so we helped. We helped her lie down next to Barbara and I positioned myself to enter Barbara. I lifted her legs and spread them as I pistoned in and out. Amanda used her good hand to reach over and touch Barbara's breast. Seconds later she touched the scar. When she did Barbara screamed and her climax took over. Barbara shook and panted and flooded me with her joy juice. When she started to calm down I pulled out and moved to Amanda.

I bent to her chest and kissed the breast that was exposed. I took my time and had not reached her nipple when she spoke.

"Fuck me, please. I want you inside me."

I was wet and she was wet and we slid together effortlessly. Amanda moaned and came as I hit bottom. When I withdrew she pulled me back in. She was tight and oh, so slippery. As I fucked her gently and deeply Barbara paid homage to her breast. Amanda approached another orgasm and began to shudder. I slowed my stroke and her eyes flew open.

"Harder!"

I held her hips and pounded into her pussy. When I hit home and she winced I eased off just a little so it wouldn't hurt and kept stroking. I was getting close. I reached over and touched Barbara's pussy. Barbara covered my hand with hers. I inserted two fingers in her and she shuddered.

"Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"No! I don't have birth control yet!"

I pulled out and Barbara quickly moved and took me in her mouth just as I came. I couldn't remember ever cumming that hard or in such quantity. Amanda hadn't moved. Barbara and I fell on the bed in a heap and rested for a few minutes in silence.

As I got up to head for the bathroom I noticed the digital clock on the nightstand. O1:15. Barbara followed me into the bathroom. As I peed she turned on the shower. Then she took my penis in her hand and she aimed my flow into the toilet.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"I've always wanted to do that."

We showered and took washcloths in and cleaned Amanda. The modesty of yesterday was gone. When I touched her vulva with the cloth she spread her legs for me. Barbara dried her with a towel then took her into the bathroom to pee. Soon we all climbed back into bed. I got in the middle.

Just before we fell asleep Barbara asked, "So, what shall we do for our second date?"

My thanks to Mandy for her great editing.



His Love



He stands at the window watching the snow fall softly to the ground. Covering the pine trees just to the right of the drive. He see a rabbit slowly hopping across the white snow looking for bits of grass to eat as birds fly overhead.

He turns from the window, walking back over to the bed looking down at her. Her chest is rising and falling as at last she sleeps peacefully. He leans over, brushes her hair up off her forehead, a smile comes upon his face as he stares at her beauty.

His mind wanders back to the years they have had together, wonderful years of love, of learning, of sharing the lifestyle together. He remembers how timid she was at the beginning, like a small puppy, reaching out to be petted and loved.

The day they met, sitting and drinking coffee and talking all day. The questions she had, how excited she was to finally begin the journey with someone that she trusted and loved. The first scene they ever had together, how they talked about it, how willing she was to please. 

Their life together had flourshied. Never was there a time that his pride of her did not show. His love for her never faltered. Her pride in him, her love for him always showed in her actions, her words. He remembers how she had always strived to be the perfect sub for him, always asking questions, wanting more to learn, always asking for more, then in her soft musical voice, always saying.."Thank you Master for teaching this girl."

He remembers the time, few that they were, he had had to punish her, how she would take the punishment so proudly, with never a whimper, how his heart would ache for her as he punished her. It was always hard for him to punish her, always feeling her pain as his own. She would come into his arms afterwards, apologizing, holding onto him, waiting for his calm words to sooth her soul.

A beautiful life together that had been shared by two that were as one, Master/sub. Lovers, lovers that explored, that shared.

Her breathing becomes labored, her eyes open and she sees him sitting there. A smile crosses her face as he reaches out taking her small frail hand into his, bringing it to his lips, kissing it. Her eyes close, her breath stops for the last time. With tears streaming down his face, he leans down, kisses her foreheard, "I love you girl, my sweet devoted sub."

He rises, turns toward the door with one last look back at his devoted sub and leaves the room.

MDH...



His Love



They are brown. Brown like soil saturated with water that sticks on your shoes if you step in it. Brown like a tree trunk in one of those never-ending forests you read about in stories, ones that are humid and make your hair stick to the back of your neck and the sides of your face after wandering. Brown like two cups of milk-less coffee sitting next to each other on a wooden table top. Brown like dark chocolate. 

And they are mine. Mine to look into if I wish, get lost into. Or switch between the two quickly while they try to catch the hazel of mine, that are also his. But my favorite thing to do is to watch them lighten- like dry sand on the beach, with happiness. 

He smiles at me, and most times I can't help but smile back. Here we are, the two of us, him and I. And I wonder if I have half the effect on him as he does on me. Most times I do, and he can't help but wrap his right arm around my neck and kiss the side of my head, smiling and calling me cute. And I'd smile. The brown would vanish, rested by their lids, curved upward in a smile. 

His skin is that tan-olive color of his ethnicity. It reminds me of leather, tough where it needs to be and smooth everywhere else. His hair is darker, so dark brown that it's probably black. But every now and then, it catches in the sun just right and it's clearly only as dark as his eyes. 

He has all of the magic that boyfriends and lovers need to have, if even for the moment. He knows when to say something, and when to listen. His arms belong on me, no matter my mood. And I can be perfectly content kissing nothing but his chest my whole life, so long as I can still rest my head on it while we lay together. 

His lips are dark red and thin, and can be beautiful either closed in silence or stretched with glee. They always match his eyes, and show me what his eyes cannot. They can whisper, they can demand- and with the matching tone, make me melt all over again. 

When he demands, I do not always listen. This will earn me the loss of sight by silk or satin, or the loss of motion by metal or rope. But he knows me- he knows every inch of my vulnerable naked body. He knows me- every crook and cranny of my mind. And he'll take care to return me as he found me: fair and flawless. A freckle here and there, but smooth and scar-less. 

And if I leave it up all day, he'll take my ties out and let my hair fall down. No matter when, it'll be damp from my shower and the herbal scents from my conditioner will radiate outwards. He likes it, and will let it linger on his pillows as long as I want it to. He'll fall asleep with it later, when I'm gone. But for now, he'll run his fingers through it, bury them in it while he kisses me that way no one else knows. Or he'll gather it all up and pull it back so he can access my neck better. Later, he'll jokingly complain that I shed, and my hair is consuming his bedroom. But he loves each and every red strand. 

His hair is best when it's soaked and black. I can run my hands through it easily, tangle my fingers in it without giving him knots. Scratch his scalp, give him playful hairstyles only I'll get to enjoy. And he tolerates it because he loves my laugh. 

When he whispers, I fall. When we rest, my face at his chest, his arm on my waist, our socked feet interlaced, my arm up his back, fingers scratching light messages only they know. He'll kiss my forehead and I'll draw closer to him if it's possible, and I'll try anyways. And sometimes we don't have to talk; we're content in the silence. 

Sometimes we aren't, and if I become too bold for him, he'll remind me where I belong. Against a wall and his stronger body. On the bed beneath him. Held in place sitting on a counter. All I have to do is speak. All I have to do is snap my fingers, or clap. He'll stop. But I won't, and he knows I won't unless I mean it. But I don't. I enjoy it. His harsh, angry kisses that are meant to silence my soul. All the better when he holds my face to his so I can't escape. I have to remind myself to breathe, though I don't want to. It requires too much concentration. 

He dares to let go of my face, hoping my lips won't leave his while he fingers at the seam of my shirt, debating. I'll return the kiss with vigor, dig my nails in the backs of his shoulders, and sometimes even whimper. He laughs and puts my anticipation at ease with one swift motion over my head. If my hair falls, he'll grip it and bend my head back. I'll burrow my fingers in his hair and rest them there with pressure. His mouth leaves my chest enough to free it entirely, and then he returns to taking care of what's his. My hands move down to his shoulders, his neck. And the only space between us is cloth. He grips, kisses and bites as hard as he is, and still I press closer. 

He'll kiss me right under my belly button and rub my legs over my pants. I'm dying to touch him, but if I stop him now I'll break the spell. And the torment will start all over. 

He moves so he can look at me, and I feel myself blush. I turn my head and close my eyes. He draws lines from my knee to the joint of my hip and thigh. If I sigh, whimper or moan, I'm deaf to it. He thrives on it. I can hear his smile. He finally brushes against me, and my whole being convulses, wanting more. He listens, but does not give me too much. Just enough to trace me, and lingers where he knows my breathing will break uneven. It makes him smile. 

Then he presses firmly, with one single finger on his skilled hand and I claim it immediately with another wave of ecstasy. If there are pillows nearby, I'll smother my face with it. He'll let me for a short while, then he'll throw it out of range, smile at me, and kiss my lips softly. He'll linger there, observing me with his loving coffee eyes as he adds more of himself to me. This is no time for words. 

He moves, and I'm attentive again. Because I know what he's going to do, while I watch him reposition himself lower between my thighs. Rapture blossoms in my stomach and I can't relax. Not anymore, not until it's over. My hands move between his hair and the sheets, counter edge, couch cover, wall... He reads my reactions and moves accordingly, but never takes his eyes off me. Nor I him. Not until it's over. I feel his smile, and for the first time I can hear myself. It makes me turn red, which makes him smile more. He doesn't smile like that when he kisses my mouth. 

And then it happens. I try not to look away, but it never works. It's like stretching- my back arches and my head sinks into my pillow, my eyes squeezed shut, my thighs and arms fatigued. He lets me ride it out slowly until my little performance is finished and my body blushes. 

He leans back up and plants one solid kiss on my forehead, and then another on my lips. I can taste myself on him. And now, now I can touch him.



His Love For His Niece



En peru kannan, en age 23, naa vasipathu south indiavila. Enga kodumbam oru middile class family.naanga business pannittu irukkom. En chithi ponnai patriya kathai ethu. Enga veedum avanga veedum just rendu furlong distancela irukku. Naanga rendu perum school daysila irunthu onna padikirom. Naa college mudichittu factorykku varuven. Appa avalum avanga appa kooda factorykku varuva. Avalukkum en vayasu thaan. Aana appa avalakku marriage aayirunhathu.. ava romba romba alaga nalla heightnu sollalam, 5.6 tall athoda ava figure irukke, appa enna super figure theriyuma antha young agela ava body structure partheengana 34 28 34. avaluku school padippu mudinchathum rendu varushathila marriage pannittanga. Ava purushan ethayum avvalva kandukkarathu illai. Enga factoryoda full incharge evathan. Ayyo ava peru sollame irukken. Ava peru Latha. since 8 months elder than me I used to call her "akka"and she used to call me as kanna. Marriage aana samayathila ava purushan Raja appa lunch timela varuvar. Rendu perum onna padurupanga. Antha nerathila ava mulaya press pannitte iruppar en athaan.rendu perukkum theriyama naa avangala watch pannuven. Collegela appa padicha samayam enpathala, neriya sex book kidaikum. Antha bookila vara heroinesa Lathanu ninaichu kai adipen. Antha booksila konjam factorykula veru maraichu vaichurven. Nightla padichuttu karpanai panna. 

One day we had an night work in factory and she also worked up to 10p.m. Latha appa anniku factorykku varala. Athanala, my father asked me to drop her in her home which is 8 kms far from our factory He told me and he left to home. Antha timela thaan Rajavukkum avalukkum relationship sari illainu ellorukkum theriyum. Paavam Latha. Athunaala eppavume tensional iruppa. Sarinu Lathava en Kinetic Hondavila koottitu poonen. Avalakku ennai patri en sex ennangalai pathi ethum theriyumanu enaku theriyala. Romba vasathiya annikunu chuditharla iruntha. Rendu pakkamum kaal pottu ukkantha. Village roadnrathala kundum kuliyuma irukkum. Scooter porappa, nalla ava rendu pappali palathala mothina. Enaku romba sugama irunthuchu. 1 km thaan pooiruppom sariyana mazhai pidichuruchu. Payangara mazhai veru. Lathaa ennum 7 km poganum enna panrathu. Pesama officekku pooiralamanu ketten oru marathadiyila othungi. Appavukku phone panni sollittu kalayila pooikalam sariyanu ketten. Avalum yosichuttu sarinu sollitta. Ore vegama factorykku poonom. Factoryila Lathava irakki vittutu, phone panni sonnappuram, pakkathila iruntha hotelil parcel vangi vanthen. Vanthu partha pothu, ava eera dress ellam nalla pizhinchu kaaya vachappala pottu iruntha. Athoda illama,naa nightla thangumpothu use panra bedsheeta virichu rendu thalayanaya pakkam pakkam vaichuruntha. Enakku oru nimisham thikkunu irunthathu. Since I used to hide the sex books in the pillow only.

Bed virichu irunthathai parthathum, ennikku nightla eppadiyavathu Lathava ootharathunu mudivu pannitten. Sappittu mudichappuram Kanna nee reception hallil paduthkukadanu, innoru bed spreadayum pillowayum thantha. Enakku ore ematrama poochu. Ematrathai maraichuttu,sarinu hallukku vanthen. Rendu roomukkum idaye ore oru door mattume. Ennala sex feelingsa tolerate panna mudiyala. Porandu porandu paduthutte irunthen. Midnight aagiyum thookkam varala. Athunala, methuva ezhunthu office rooma open panninen. Ennala namba mudiyala door open aanathai paarthu. Methuva Latha pakkathila pooi ukkanthu avalai konja neram rasichen. Nalla asanthu thoongittu iruntha. Thookathila moochu vidum pothu ava udambu melayum keelayum eri erangarathu nalla therinchuthu. Ava chudiyoda topsa partha brava thallittu vara mathiri ava mulai rendum pithungittu irunthathu. Ava pakkathilaye paduthutten. Thookathila kaalai podura mathiri ava thodai mela en kaalai thooki potten.

Athila mulichutta, enna Kanna suddena enga vanthu paduthu thoongare, enda enna aachunu kekka, Latha veliya payangarama kuliruthu bedsheet veru illaya. Athuthaan ulla vanthu paduthutten. Veru onnum illai. Ava methuva sirichuttu, sari parava illai ingaye thoongunu sollitta. Enakku ore santhosama poochu. Ava pottiruntha light blue chudila black bra nalla appattama therinchuthu. Konjam neram kalichu methuva ava mulaya touch panninen. Udene mulichutta. Hei Kanna ennada panre? Onnum pannalanu sonnen. Pesama paduthu thoongunu sonna. Mmmnu sollittu marupadiyum paduthom. Aana ennala mudiyala, thirumpavum ava mulaya lesa amuki kodukka arambichen. Marupadiyum ezhunthu thitta arambichaa. Appave ninaichenda Kanna, nee ethu mathiri ellam pannuvenu. Un pillowila sex book irunthappave ninaichen. Latha appa kitta sollathedi pls nu kenjinen. Ada loose ethellam appakitta pooi solluvangalanu kurumba sirichaa. Appathan enakku pona uyiru thirumbi vanthathu. Latha Lata pls cooperate pannu Latha. Innikku oru night pls Lathanu kenjinen. Naan un breasta mattum touch pannikkiren Latha plsdee. Romba neram kenjinappuram, sari aana kila kai vaikka kodathunu promise vangitta. Aana avala chudi topa remove panna mattenu sollittu kila paduthu kannai irukki moodikitta. Naa methuva, ava chudi topa remove panninen. Appadi enna oru venmai. Marble kanakka valu valunu antha black bravum ava yellow mixed white bodyum kollai alagu. Latha plsdee thirumbu naa Brava remove pannikkirendinu kenji koothadi oru valiya thirumbina, bra hooksa remove panninen. Rendu muyal kuttikalum lapakkunu veliye vanthuchu. Ava mulai kampu nalla brown colorla perusa harda irunthathu. Mulai kampa suthi nalla periya vattama irunthathu. Ava kattu kuliyatha mulaya pakka pakka en nakkila etchil oora aarambichuruchu.romba nalla pasila irunthavan pola Latha mulai kampa vayila vaichu full speedla paal kudikira mathiri

Urinchi urinchi kudikka arambichen.oru kaal mani neram paal kudichu mudichappuram, ava mulaikampa narukunu kadichutten. Latha vali thangama ayyooonu katthitta. Factorynrathala yaarum vara vaipu illai. Methuva ava mulaya vittu ava vayitha nakala varudi kudithen. Appadie ava alagana thoppul kuliyila en nakka vittu oru sulatu sulatinen. Antha lickingla isssssssssaa ahhhhhhhhhanu munaginaa. Koranjathu 30 ninimisham mulayayum vayiru thoppula suthi nakki iruppen. Methuva ava pundai area pakkam kaiyya kondu poi ava bottomla kaiyya ulla vitten. Panty pottu iruntha. Romba tighta irunthathu. Athe samayathila padakknu rendu kaalayum madakkitta. Enna kenjiyum Latha kaalai virika mattenutta. Vera vali illama appadie ava mulayila vaaya vaichu sappiya padiye thoongitten. Kaalayila elunthu Lathava avanga veetila vittutu vara varai rendu perum onnume pesikkala. Next two to three days kooda naanga ethuvume pesala. Ennai partha kooda appa iruntha mattum hainu solluva matha padi niminthu kooda pakka matta.Oru vaaram kalichuthaan normalkku vantha. Ennai parthu eppavum pola siricha. Athoda illama naa thaniya irukira nerathila enimel evening late hours velai pakka mattenu sonna. Naanum sorrynu sonnen. Kanna nee marriage aagara varai un feelingsa control pannikada. Athuthaan vara pondattikku nallathunu advise pannina. Sari sarinu mandaya mattum aattinen.

Eppadie oru varusham poochu enakkum 25 vayasu aachu. Veetila ponnu pakkanmnu arambichaanga. Intha oru varushamum Lathava ninaichuttu masturbution panratha vidala. Ennudia fantasy girla irupathu Lathathaan. Intha oru varushathila Rajavum Lathavum legala divorce vaangittanga. Naanum enga village vittu ethe factory pola veru oru townla start panninen. Idayila oorukkum vanthu poga arambichen. Oorukkum naa ippa irukira factorykum 350 kms. Athunala once in a month allathu once in two months vanthu poonen.

I used to masturbate by having fantasies with her till now also. I used to have weekly thrice by having her fantasies and the semen that masturbated by having fantasies with her will be more than 2 litres for the past 1 year. Amma appa rendu perum ten days pilgrimage porathala naa villagela irukira factorya pakkarathuku vanthen. Appa naa thaan fulla factorya parthen. Latha ippa ellam venumne late hours ukkara arambichaa. Adikadi sirikkavum senjaa. Appa idea panninen, intha murai eppadiyum Lathava oothara vendiyathuthaanu. Ava sirikara pothellam enakku green signal pola therinchathu.

Oru naal velai mudinchu naa veetuku kilampum pothu Kanna naanum un veettuku varenu ennoda vantha.next day Sunday. Enakum problem illai. Factoryum kidayathu Sunday anniku. So nalla sappittu rest edukalam. Athoda veettu sappadu veru. Romba santhosam vaanu koopitten. Intha three daysum Latha veetila irunthuthaan sappadu varudhu. Latha veetilum ellorum appa amma kooda pooittanga. Anga Lathavum oru velaikara ladyum ava husband mattum thaan. Athunala ava en veetuku varenu sonna. Sarinu veettukku koottitu vanthen. Unn servants enganu ketten, avangalai oorukku anupitten. Naa amma appa vara vara engaye stay pannikirenu sonna. Romba santhosam Latha nee tharalama stay pannalamnu sonnen. Vara valiyila vegetables ellam vaankitta. Veetuku vanthathum cook pannittu sappittu mudichom. Konja neram T V parthom. Athu ennamo theriyala eppa nalla rainy season. Enaku luck pola. Sariya 8.pm mathiri mazhai pidika arambichu 9.30 pm varai kana mazhaya adichu oothiruchu. Naa venumne Latha en roomila book shelf la intha vaara vikadan irukum pls eduthu thaayenu ketten. Naa venumnuthaa appadi ketten. Ava eppadiyum en book shelfa open pannina sex booksa paapanu ninaichen. Athe pola vikadana eduthu vara five minutes aachu. En Latha latenu ketten, shelfla vikadana kaanom athuthaanda latenu keliya siricha. Naanum onnum pesala. Mmm nee innum marala pola irukunu suddena sonna. Enna Latha sollure, amam ennum sex books ellam padikireye. Amam athila enna thappu, enakku vera entertainment illai athuthaa padikiren. Latha naa sex book padikarathala unakku ethavathu thappa thonuthanu ketten. Chuuu athellam onnum illaida. Nee pesama marriage pannikka vendiyathuthane. Ithellam padichuttu irupathukku practicala pannalame nu Latha pesa pesa naa vaai pilanthu ninnen. Latha enna aachu unakku ippadi ellam pesare. Yaaru kodutha thiriyam ethunu ketten. Poda athellam onnum illai. Innum nee maralayenu sonnen avvaluvuthanda. Oho appadia sari.

Antha neram paarthu Tvila women cricket match retelecast pannittu irunthanga.naa kindala Latha anga paaru totala 45 balls vaichu 22 peru vilayaduranga. Ennada sollure oru ball thane iruku. Eppadi 45 balls varumda Kanna? Enna Latha ethu koodava puriyala? Nijamalumthanda theriyala solluda. Latha oru teamkku eleven players appa rendu teamku 22 players. Appa ethanai balls varum calculate pannu. 44+1=45 sariya? Adapavi nee romba aschingam pidichavana maari pone. Ethila enna thappu, avanga vilayadumpothu paaru, ethanai alaga ovvuru ballsm kulankaratha. Unaku thimru romba athigama poochura. Nija balls enga irukum pothu athellam unakkethukudanu naa methuva sonnen. Enna sonne enna sonne Latha? Onnum illai pesama paduda pooi.

Sari nee enga padukira ennoda bedroomila sernthu padukka poraya allathu amma appa roomila padukirayanu ketten. Dei Kanna unaku romba kurumba poochu. Naa unaku akkada. Enna thiriyama kekire enkitta? Neeyum opena pesinathala pesinen. Istamna sollu illati poo. Naan poi thongarenu sonnen. Dei dei ippadi vittutu pogathada. Aamam enga vidarathu, nee etho enakku ellam kaati naan vida mattenu sonnapala pesure? Kanna unaku romba kolupuda. Sari vaa un bedroomila paduthukkalam. Aana un kurumbu kaiyyayum vaaiyum summa vaichuttu thoonganum. Silmisham panna koodathu sariyada Kanna? Sari athai appa parpom. Ippa ethukku kavalai padure. Maniya paaru romba late aaguthu. Mazhai peinchathala nalla kuliru veru adikuthu. Kanna enakku konjam doubt varudhu. Nee kulirukku ennai katti pidichipiyonu doubta irukuda. Ada ethai naa yosikkave illaye. Ippadi kooda oru vali iruka Latha. Appadi oru kavalai poochu. Kulira pathi naa kavalai pada vendiyathu illai. Dei ethavathu pannine appuram paaru enna nadakuthunu. Sari Latha parkalam. 

Rendu perum bedroomku ponom. Kanna amma appa bedroom key kodu. Ethuku Latha? Mmm pooi nightykku maranum. Athukkuthan. Ooho appadia. Nee en roomilaye tharalama change pannalamdi. Naa onnum unn alagu pokkishangalai pakka matten. Enda akka thambi pesara pechada ethu? Sari unaku pidikalaina sollidu. Unnidam naa freeya pesama irukken. Athuku sollalada. Vanthu nee ambillai nee pattila sexya pesiduve. Aana naa pombillai appadi ellam opena pesa mudiyuma sollu pakkalam? Oho athuthaa karanama. Sari ippa amma appa roomuku poraya illai en roomilaye? Un roomilaye change pannikiren. Nee mattum thayavu seithu ulla varathe. Saridi. Konjam neram kalichu Kanna ippa varalam neenu sonna udene. Ulla ponen. Wow Lathavoda nirathikku antha dark red color nighty athanai alaga irunthathu. Ssshhhhhhhhh appathan kavanichen Latha pottiruntha nighty see thro athoda ulla ethuvume podalanrathayum. Ava mulai rendum kalyanam aagiyum ennum sariyama lesa athuvum romba romba lesa sarinchappala irunthathu. Pothuva marriage aana ladiesku mulai bra iruntha mattume thookittu nikkum. Aana Latha casela just sarinchappala. Athu kooda ava mulai weight karanamathaan. Ava mulai kamba suthi vattam parthaa nalla kannukku podara karumai kanakka athanai karupu. Kutti aattukku paal kampu kanakka vidachu therinchuthu. Appadie konjam kila paarvaya irakkinen. Ammadi enna alagana pundai. Antha nighty moolam pakka pakka en sunni elunthukka arambichathu. Enna alagiya pundai. Clean shavemum illama, hairsm illama, very thin hairs mattum appa enna arumaya kattchi alichathu. Naa pakkaratha therinchuttu, dei Kanna un paarvai engengo pooguthuna. Aama ethanai alagu kotti kidakkumpothu appuram pakkama enna seivaanga. Sollu pakkalam. Nee thodathan vida matte, pakka kodava thadai sollu? Naa appadi ellam solla villaye. Appuram en last year nee thoda vida mattene? Ennada sollure, nee ennai veru ethuvume pannalaya sollu parkalam? Panninen. Aana enna mulaya mattumthane sappa vittai. Enakku ethanai ekkama irunthathu theriyuma? Ethuvaraikkum naa entha pennayum ninaichu kooda pakkala theriyuma? Nee nambinalum sari nambavittalum sari Latha, naa thotta muthalum kadasiyum nee thaa theriyuma?

Sari eppadie ethanai neram pesarathu padu parkalamnu sonna. Sarinu paduthom. Nalla kuliru veru. Mani 2.30 a.m irukum thidrenu vaanathila oru payangaramana idi idichuthu. Kathai sevidu akkum idi athu. Athoda power poochu. Enna en roomila emergency lamp irunthathala automatica eriya arambichuruch.Lathavum mulichutta pola. Ayyo Kanna payama irukudanu ennai irukki katti pidichutta. Endi payama irukadinu ketten? Kelvi kettathuthaan thamatham, adutha nimisheme ala arambichutta. Kanna en vazhkayil ethuvume sari illaida. Purushan sari illai. Divorcem aachu. Amma appa pavam enna pannuvanga? Entha mathiri nerathila ellam enaku romba payama irukum. Appa ellam payathila thalayanaya kattikuvenda.ethanai naal naa payathila aluthu iruken theriyuma? Lathava pakka pakka enakum pavama irunthuchu.enna sollurathunu theriyala. Ippa enakku kaamam mulumaya poochu. Ethanaikkum ava ennai katti pidichu paduthu iruka. Ava mambala mulaikal en nenjodu nenja alunthi iruku. Irunthalum sex aasai illama ava azhuthukitte solla solla kettu kondu irunthen. Konja neram kalichu Latha facea thooki avaloda netriyila methuva kiss panninen. Romba romba softa kiss panninen. Appuram avaloda moodi iruntha rendu kanmelayum kiss panni piragu nose cheeksnu kiss panninen. Romba romba softa ava lipsla en lipsa touch panni eduthen. Ethu avalukum therinchu irunthathu. Avalum pesama respond pannina. 

Avale ethir paaratha vithama, ava kitta, Latha naa onnu kekkavanu ketten. Mmmm kelu Kannana kannai thirakamale. Unaku enmel nambikkai unda? Ennai nambi naa koopidara edathiriku ennodu varuvayanu ketten. Latha ethir parkala. Enna Kanna sollure? Nee ennai nambi ennodu varuvayanu ketten pothuma? Enakku enna sollarathunu theriyalada. Amma appa athoda unga amma appa ellorayum ninaikanume. Athuthanda payama iruku.

Latha nee ennai nambiraya athai muthalil sollu appuram matrathai pathi pesalam. Be frank Latha. Neeyum padichava naanum padichu iruken. Amma appa kaasula vazhama sonthama oru factory vaichutten. Athunala yarai pathiyum enakku kavalai illai. Nee ippa enna pathil solla pore sollu? Kanna nee enna solla varenu promisea puriyalada. Opena pesavadi. Nee ennai nambi vantha unnai pondattiyave ethukkiren. Enaku nee pillai pethu kodu. Official pondattiyave neeyum naanum vazhalam. Pothuma? Kanna nijamalumada sollure. Aana eppadi unnoda naa vara mudiyum? Ooru ulagam enna sollum yosichu paaruda. Inga paarudi Latha ennai nambina nee pesama vanthuru. Unnai rajathi kanakka vaichukirendi. Dei nee solla solla enaku alugaya varuthu. Nee vera entha ponnayum pakkama irupatharku naathaa karanmnu ninaikumpothu romba perumayavum santhosamavum irukuda. Aanlum payama iruke. Inga paaru Latha intha nimisham mmnu sollu, naa ippave intha idi mulakkam satchiya unnai thaali katti manaviya ethukiren. Unn sammathamthan enakku mukkiyam. Five minutes time tharen. Yosichu sollu. Marupadiyum oru payangara idi mulangiyathu. Naa elunthu hallukku vanthutten. 

Oru five minutes kalichu Latha green colorla sareeyum blousem kattitu vanthu, inimel naa Kannanu koopidalama allathu, enganu koopidanumanu sollunga. Athukku ethamathiri inimel naa nadunthukkirenu sonna. Ethukku enna artham Lathanu kekka, neenga sonnathukku enakku sammathamnu arthamna. Ava solli mudika electricity vara. Athuve nalla sagunama pattuchu. Latha nee pooi kulichuttu vaa. Naanum kulichuttu varenu. Vegama pooi kulichuttu vanthu puthu mappillai kanakka readya irunthen.Lathavum kulichu readya vantha. Ippavum green color sareethan aana lesa silk saree kanakka irunthathu. Maniya parthen early morning 3.45 aachu. Latha kaiyya pidichu pooja roomukku koottitu pooi sami padathuku nera ninu saami kumbittu angu iruntha manjal kayira Latha kaluthila kattinen. Latha santhosamum alugiyum kalanthu ennai nimnthu paartha. En kaalil vilunthu vananginaal. Hei ennadi ethu cheenu solla solla marupadiyum vilunthu vananginaal. Inimel neengathane enaku ellamum purushan aana appuram naa vilunthu kumbida venumenu sonna. Ava netriyila kumkum vaichuttu hallukku kootti vanthen. 

Neenga bedroomila irunga naa konja nerathila vanthurenu sollittu kitchenukku poona. Konjam neram kalichu oru thattila paal pazham ellam eduthuttu vantha. Enna Latha ethunu ketten. Innikku namakku first night athunaalathan paal pazham ellam appadinu konjala sonna. Ava jolly moodala irupathala, naanum jollyave, Latha enaku aadai kattatha paal thaan venum unnala thara mudiyumanu ketten. Thareenga aana ippa ellai. Ennai innike neenga preganent pannunga oru varushathila aadai kattatha paala tharenu sonna. Kaduvule entha santhosam enaku pothumnu manasila ninaichutten. Latha epadi nee suddena manasu marine? Illainga hei summa Kannanu koopudi.illai Kanna, nee poona naalil irunthe en manasukkula oru mana mattaram. Athoda amma appa poonappuram yaaru irukanga enakku. Athunaala nee thirumbi vanthu ennidam sex pannanumnu ketta sammathikanumnu irunthen. Aana nee marriage pannika koopiduvenu ethir parkala. Ellathukkum mela nee konjam nerathukku munnadi ennai thavira vera yaraiyume ninaichu kooda parthathu illainu sonne paaru. Athu thaa ennai romba negila vaichathu.athunalathan enna aanalum sarinu sammatham therivichen. Sari ippadie pesittu iruntha muthal rathiriya irukkathu. Muthal pagalathan irukum. Mani 4.45 aachu. Athodu veliye innum mazhai kottuthu. Purinchokkonu sonna.enaku ethu muthal rathiri illai.unakuthan ellamume puthusuna. Latha stop nonsense. Naama renduperume puthu vaazhuvu thondungoram sariya. Kanna appa nee unn veerathai kaatunu sonna. Enaku jivvnu aachu. Avalai parthu kai rendayum virichu vaanu koopittu katti aanaichen. Romba methuva ava pinnankaluthila kiss panni kaathu madala lesa kadichu nakkala varudinen. Methuva mooga en naakala kadichu ava lipsila aluthama kiss panninen. Mmmaaa aaaaaahnnnnn ennnnnanga. En nakka ava vaaikula vittu naakoda naaka sandai potten. Ava etchila mellama urinchi urinchi taste panninen. Unmayila sweeta irunthuchu. Avalum pathilukku urinchi ennai soodu ethina. Rendu perum paal palam sappittom. Ava vaayila konjam palathai ooti vitten. Appedie antha palathai en vayila kavvi eduthen. Athe pola avalum seitha. Paala en vayila konjam oothinen. Ava suddena ennai eluthu anaichu kiss panni en vaayila iruntha paalai fulla urinchi kudicha. Eppadie paal palathai kaali panninom.




His Love of Wicker



His house was full of wicker furniture. He loved the look the feel the smell of wicker. Every Saturday we would head off to the flea markets while he searched for more and interesting wicker things. One Friday night he said. We don't need to go hunting tomorrow; I have found the one piece I have been looking for. I smiled to myself, that means I can sleep in tomorrow instead of getting up and making myself presentable and tagging along behind him. 

"That's wonderful honey" I cooed. Off I trotted to the kitchen to prepare the light supper we always had on Friday night. As the hefty steak sizzled in the frying pan I tried to think of what piece of wicker he wanted so dearly that had cancelled our wicker hunting that was now a weekend tradition. As my mind wandered I tore up the greens for a salad and popped a potato into the oven for him. As the steak finishes she realizes she hasn't yet figured out what wicker item he wanted, and lets it slip from her mind. 

After dinner was finished and I began to clear the table, I heard him call from the living room. I'm heading out to the garage, please stay in here...I'm working on a surprise. He was good at surprises. So many times in our travels he would find some little trinket that would make my heart melt and remind me of why I chose to serve him.

As I was washing up the dishes, he came into the kitchen grabbed a few beers from the fridge and kissed me as he slipped out the door smiling. "Remember, you wont come out to the garage no matter what ...RIGHT??"

"I promise" I said smiling. I loved it when he was excited about something. As the screen door snapped shut and my hands mindlessly washed the few remaining dishes...my mind traveled back ..."what is it that has him so hush hush?" I could hear the electric jig saw humming away and thought ...what is he up too? Many times through the next few hours I wanted to peek but knew that he would be pissed if I ruined his surprise.

Finally I grew tired and slipped off for my nightly bath. God how I loved to relax in the tub and make my skin soft for him. As I lay back in the steaming fragrant water thinking of my lover in the garage working diligently to surprise me ...my hands began to wander over my body. What the simple thought of that man can do to me!! As I stepped from the bath the cooler air made my nipples harden more so. Slowly and languidly I toweled off my body and slipped into my robe. It seemed that he would be working late in the garage. Quietly I padded off to our bedroom and dropped my robe on the floor. Skipping between the cool sheets...it seemed that even the sheets were arousing me. 

I reached into the nightstand beside the bed and took out a vibrator. I needed to unwind or I would never sleep. Slowly I clicked the vibrator on and laid it against my slightly swollen lips. My body shuddered feeling the soft vibrations. My mind flew to all we had shared in our time together. God how that man excites me and brings out the slut in me. Slowly I stroked the toy over my pussy, I could smell the mixture of soap and arousal. What a scent that is. The vibe began to slip freely over my freshly shaven lips. My hips began to rock towards the vibe as I pressed it slowly between my fold. I cried out as the tip touched my clit, my bared clit. The toy slipped with great ease back to my pussy opening and slipped in as if it had a mind of its own. 

Once again my moans filled the room as my teeth bit into my lip. I began to rock the vibe in and out of my hole, my hips rocking back and forth in the same way that I had fucked him so many times before. My fingers found my clit and began to rub mercilessly. I needed to cum or I would never sleep. As I tweaked and rubbed my clit, building myself to an orgasm. I heard the tapping of his hammer in the attached garage. The tapping reminded me of when he would tap his cock against my clit, as I was cumming for him. That thought pushed me over the edge as my free hand gripped the edge of the bed. Having cum and knowing how he loved me to clean the toys ...I popped it into my mouth and began to suck my juices from it in the very same manner I would suck his cock. 

I rolled slightly and replaced the vibe in its place and pulled the sheet up over my body. In a matter of moments I was sound asleep. It seemed like I had been sleeping for hours when in reality it had only been about 45 minutes. Even in my sleep I felt the sheet slipping from my body as his hand slipped between my sleep parted thighs. Instantly I awoke to his fingers plunged into my still sticky pussy. My sleepy moans were so loud as I felt my body react even in its slumbered state to his touch. Then I heard his deep voice. "No sleep tonight love ...we can sleep all day tomorrow. I felt his hand close around my wrist ...drawing it to the other. My eyes still closed from sleep and the pleasure of his fingers that had been inside me, I felt the leather cuffs slip around my wrist. Instantly my eyes flew open. I looked at him with questioning eyes. He never started anything this late. What ever was going on his mind? 

Again I heard his voice.." get up my little slut I have a surprise for you " With that I rose on sleepy legs. I followed him to our "play room". I felt him tugging anxiously on the leather cuffs. 

As we passed through the door I could see the vague outline of our other toys in the darkness. And then the silky touch of the familiar blindfold across my eyes told me of his plans. I heard the snap of the light switch as he turned on the lights. I could almost hear his excitement in his breathing. Slowly he led me to the other side of the room. I felt myself bound to a cord. My legs began to shake. "What is he up too" Suddenly I felt myself pushed a bit roughly into something. I knew it was wicker, but what? Suddenly it dawned on me. We had seen this in a porno some time back and it had excited us both. It was one of those hanging wicker chairs. But like the porno, this one had been modified for the purpose it was to serve. I could feel the narrow strip of wood as my ass cheeks struggled to stay on it. My toes were gripping the floor in an effort to remain balanced. Suddenly I could no longer feel the floor as I was hoisted up in the air. My gasps must have startled him from his deep thought. I heard him speak. "Do you trust me my love" I whimpered "of course " as my body shuddered my ass cheeks struggling to hold my body in the "chair" I felt his fingers brush along my cheeks. 

"Tonight my darling little slut that porno we watched that led to some of the best fucking we have ever had will be repeated." Once again I gasped. I felt the familiar coldness of the nipple rings slipping over my now erect nipples and tightening. I felt the chain lifted that connected them and snuggly fastened to the rings on the leather cuffs.

I felt him leave me for a moment. I could hear him walking around and could almost hear the wicked smile on his face. I heard the rasping of his zipper as his pants were removed. I heard the rustle of his shirt as it slides from his body. I knew he was naked just as I was. I felt the gentle tapping of the rope that suspended the chair. Each little tug of the rope pulled at my nipples. Once again I felt the familiar feel of leather cuffs but this time around my ankles...and the snap of the spreader bar as it slipped into its place. The tinkling of a chain sounded so loud in my ears. 

Suddenly my legs were hauled up till they were at right angles to my body. My body shuddered hard realizing the scene he was re-creating. My ass and pussy were left vulnerable and open. I heard him slip to the mat that was on the floor below me. My pussy was dripping because I knew the outcome of this. I felt his fingers slip once more into my pussy and I moaned loudly ... He was using my pussy to control how I moved. Slowly I felt myself swaying back and forth. I could feel the heat of his cock near me. It was getting closer with each sway of the chair. Suddenly I screamed as I felt the head of his cock brush my now swollen lips.

"Oh my little fuckpet, you are so wet, this excites you doesn't it?" I stammered a hasty yes as my body screamed for more. Once again the rope was jerked slightly and my nipples were pulled from my body and returned throbbing. I felt myself raised slightly and then lowered again feeling his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Bound and open and being suspended onto his cock, my body could barely take the pleasure it felt. He was so hard. I remembered how the scene had aroused him and how ravenous he was after watching it. 

So very slowly I was lowered onto his cock. So slowly that I felt each and every vein that pulsed on it. With a sudden drop I was impaled on his cock and writhing, not caring that my movements pulled torturously at my nipples. Once again the chair was raised then suddenly dropped over and over again. My lips screaming out as my body felt everything so intensely because of the removal of my sight. Up and down I felt the rope pulled ....up and down I slide on his cock. I could feel him growing harder inside me. 

Then I heard his booming erotically charged voice..."I'm going to literally screw you my dripping cum hungry slut" With that he spun me. I was literally being screwed onto his cock and began to CUMMM violently. 

"Ohhhhhh god " I screamed as I came, cum dripping down his cock. I could hear his grunting below me. Once again I was raised...whimpering at the sudden loss of his cock in my pussy. I cried out as I felt the rope hooked back on its mooring. I heard him slowly stand up. I could feel him standing before me. I could smell my pussy on his cock, which must be near my face. Once again I heard him speak in that deep aroused voice. "Suck me clean slut and drink me" I needed no urging other then that. I parted my lips and felt him roughly ram his rigid cock into my mouth. Quickly I began to suck on his cock. The taste of my own pussy flooding my mouth as I greedily sucked him. I could taste his arousal too.

I heard the scrapping of his fingers on the sides of the wicker as he began to fuck into my mouth wickedly and with great lust. My lips tightly wrapped around his pulsing cock. I began to gag slightly as he thrust deep into my throat. He was only moments away from cumming. I could feel his belly pressed tightly to my face as he fucked away into my willing mouth. My belly was rumbling thinking of drinking his seed. His hands reached for my head and he began to fuck wildly into my mouth...humping like a teenager as his orgasm approached. I heard his guttural groan as his load streamed into my rapidly convulsing throat. I could feel the jets of his cum rushing down my throat to my cum hungry belly. He came for what seemed forever. Suddenly his cock was withdrawn from my mouth and I felt myself lowered slightly till my feet touched the floor. The cuffs were removed from my ankles and wrists and I was swept up into his embrace as his lips captured mine. 

Silently he padded back to our bedroom with my shaking body in his arms. I felt him tenderly lay me into our bed and slip the blindfold from my eyes. The sun was just beginning to peek. "Sleep my darling" With that he slipped into bed next to me cuddling me close to him. As I drifted off to sleep I chuckled to myself. "God I do love his love of wicker"

"Can we go wicker hunting next weekend?" I asked him and drifted off to sleep hearing his soft throaty laughter.



His Lovely Guest



Cole Goodsell had come recommended to Liesel by way of her editor, Rick. Rick drove a Hummer a distance of 2 miles from home to work and back every day but prided himself on eating only organic, and this included his weekly trip to the local farmers market. 

"I reached out to some of my contacts, and I was given his name. He'd be happy to speak with you." Rick slipped her a number from across the desk. Liesel presumed by "reaching out to his contacts," he meant that he'd chatted up some of the good old boys while buying summer squash. She stared at the little scrap of paper and fidgeted in her seat. Rick's office reeked of cigarette smoke, even though he claimed to have quit months ago, and it made her itch. 

"Have you spoken to him at all yet? Do you know what his deal is? What kind of farm he runs or...?"

"Nope. It's all on you, Liesel." And in a heartbeat, Rick had turned her off, his focus back to the computer screen in front of him. Online poker, she figured. She grimaced involuntarily, took the number, and left. 

Back at home in her own office, Liesel massaged her temples, then leaned over to let her forehead rest on a pile of paperwork on the desk in front of her. Her dark hair tumbled down around her, blissfully hiding her eyes from the sun shining in through the window, which had started to seem a touch too bright. Her features were delicate and pale, with big dark eyes and the faintest freckles at each wing of cheekbone. She was a slim woman, and petite at 5'2", but her breasts were C-cup. She treated this as though it were her secret, though, and liked to dress modestly. On this day, she was wearing trousers with a little pink blouse that tied at the neck and a dark gray cardigan over it.

To say that she wasn't looking forward to the assignment was an understatement. She was curious about her subject but she wanted to write meatier pieces, something to do with global politics maybe. It didn't make her feel any better that she hated using the phone or that she had a good feeling this farmer wouldn't be of much help to her. Regardless, she hoisted herself up, took a swig of cold coffee, and started dialing.

"Hello, this is Cole."

"Hi, Mr. Goodsell. This is Liesel Lang with the Times."

"Oh, right. Liesel. That's a very unusual name." Liesel was caught off guard. He spoke it as if he were looking at some little bauble, studying it, turning it over in his palm.

She paused, and then replied, "That's true. It was my grandmother's name."

"It's a beautiful name."

"Well, thank you." She paused and nervously, purposelessly rustled some papers. "Um, is this a good time?" 

"Actually, I am a little busy right now. Is tomorrow too late for us to have a chat?" Liesel expected to hear cows lowing or horses neighing or corn cracking in the background, but apparently a farm was a little quieter than she'd imagined.

"I think that should be fine. What time should I call?"

"I was thinking maybe you could come over here, out to my little ranch. Don't you think that would be better?" Liesel bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a groan. 

"All right, okay, sure." 

"Great. Just stop by whenever, afternoon is usually a good time. I'll give you the address, if you have a pen handy."

Riverside was a three-hour drive, as it turned out. So Liesel was on her way to farm country. She passed through electric green hills with patches of pale desert between, saw cows grazing. The landscape was familiar for a long time but then pavement became gravel and that gave way to dirt roads. The buildings she passed by took her back to Anne of Green Gables. There were churches, tiny houses, non-descript shops made of brick or dark wood. She could tell that this was a town where people still square-danced in gingham and bonnets or gossiped about a married woman being seen alone with another man. She passed by billboards about the Lord, printed with short passages from the Bible. Somehow, it was worse than she thought it'd be.

Cole was standing out front when she arrived. She pulled up, parked, and watched for a moment. His back was to her, but she could already tell he was young. He had that hard look of youth, the broad high shoulders, a modestly muscled back, and jeans that fit his ass perfectly. A full head of wavy dark blonde hair. When she stepped out of the car and slammed the door, he turned toward her, and she felt her face get hot despite herself. He was forty at most, with clear eyes and a crooked nose that kept his face from being just a little too pretty. 

"Liesel," he announced as she approached. He took a long look at her.

"Mr. Goodsell." They shook hands. 

"Cole. Why don't you come inside?" She nodded and followed. 

The inside of his house smelled like citrus and smoked wood. The décor was minimal without being unwelcoming, that trademark look of a bachelor pad. A giant hammered-silver silhouette of wild horses hung on the wall near her and glinted blindingly in the light. Liesel admired it for a moment, until Cole directed her to a big leather couch.

"Would you like something to drink? I just fixed myself some tea."

"Tea would be great, thanks." Cole left, and Liesel took a moment to breathe deeply. She wriggled out of her coat and set her purse gingerly on the floor. She took out a pen and her notepad and set them on her knee, double-checked whether she had everything she needed. It had been hard for her to figure out what to wear on a farm, so she'd gone with jeans and a tailored plaid button-up and little brown leather boots. She could hear the familiar clink of china and tried to peer into the kitchen just as Cole emerged, pushing the door open with a tea tray. He set it down onto the coffee table and handed her a mug, then glanced at her.

"Why don't you let me take your things?" Before she answered, he had leaned over to pick up her coat. But as Liesel reached down for her purse to hand to him, she felt one of her blouse buttons unsnap. For a split second, she froze, panicked, looked wildly at the floor as though the answer was written there. She exhaled sharply and grabbed the purse handle. His hand touched hers for a moment, and he straightened up. She peered up and noticed him looking down at her.

"Ah, excuse me," she said, clumsily snapping the top of her shirt shut. He smiled and turned and walked into the hall. She held her face with her hands for a moment but tried to look composed when she heard a door in the hall close.

Cole sat down in the chair across from her and took the other mug into his hands. He took a drink, then spoke. "So I've been told this article is some kind of farming for city folk 101."

"That's a good way to put it. You know, teaching people who live out in the suburbs or even in an apartment how to live sustainably. 'City hens' are big these days. Growing tomato plants out on the fire escape. People miss feeling connected to something more than just concrete." 

"So is this what you do for a living? You're a journalist?" Liesel cocked her head at his question.

"Well, I write freelance. I'm doing this newspaper job right now, I've done a little technical writing. And I do fiction, too."

"Who do you submit to?"

Liesel choked on her tea, and their eyes met. It seemed like he was smirking, but she wrote it off as her imagination. "I mean, ah, mostly small publications. Local lit magazines."

"I just submitted to the New Yorker last week. Pipe dream, but you never know."

Her eyes widened at this. "What do you usually like to write?"

"Satire, mostly." He stopped and swirled his mug, looked at his hands thoughtfully, then looked at her. "You seem surprised."

Liesel blushed. "Well, you definitely weren't what I expected. I mean, is that surprising to you?" 

"No, not at all," he laughed disarmingly. "I used to live in the city myself. Came from a pretty well-off family. Went to college, even, owned a business. Given my history, I've been told it's an unorthodox choice." 

"So why did you make the choice?"

"At first, I did it on a whim. In the district where I lived, there were rules about how many dogs you could own. Two maximum or else, you know. I wanted at least four or five. And who doesn't love the idea of wide open spaces? So I bought up this land, but my wife at the time hated it here, and she ended up leaving me for a younger man who lives in a condo in the city with cats. So I stayed, took a mental health leave you could say, which then became a permanent leave. Farming became a kind of therapy for me."

Liesel was taken aback by Cole's openness and uncertain as to what she should say next. She shifted against the leather, which she was slowly realizing was making her uncomfortably warm, and tried to read something in his face. But Cole had lowered his head and seemed to be studying the hardwood floor. "A man with cats? Cats, plural? That isn't a red flag?"

Cole looked up at her and laughed, and she felt instantaneous relief. "You'd think so. Anyway, sorry to unload that on you. But, that's the story." 

"So what do you grow here?" She relaxed a little into her seat and watched his face, which was slowly brightening again. 

"I dabbled in livestock for a while, but now it's oranges and grapefruit. We sell a lot of them at a stand in town and then distribute to local grocers."

Talking to Cole was easy, and it wasn't until nightfall that either of them took note of the time. "You know, I should probably be going. I have a three-hour drive to look forward to. I'm sorry if I've overstayed." 

"No, of course not. It's been a pleasure. I'll get your things." Cole came back from the hall closet and held up her coat. It took her a moment to realize that he meant to help her into it. She slid each arm into the sleeves, one at a time. She could feel his hands up at her shoulders where he gripped the coat. Then his hands at her waist, smoothing it at the belt. And finally he lifted her hair up from underneath the coat and arranged it over her collar. When she turned to look at him, he was holding her purse out. "Let me walk you to your car," he offered, and opened the door for her before she responded.

They were a few steps away from her car when she saw her front left tire. She stopped. It suddenly felt as though she had deflated, too. Cole bumped into her, stopped, and followed her line of vision.

"Oh," he blurted.

Liesel was already rummaging through her purse and grabbing for her cell. 

"It's these old terrible roads, you know." He looked over at her, saw her dialing. "Now, wait. You should just stay the night, and I'll call someone in the morning."

"Oh, but I..."

Cole interrupted her. "No, really. It was ungentlemanly of me to let you go, anyway. I wasn't thinking. You haven't eaten, and you'd be driving by yourself, late at night. I know for a fact that the roads back your way aren't well-lit." 

Liesel turned to him and let her arm holding the phone drop to her side. "I couldn't put you out, though. You barely know me." And I barely know you, she thought.

"No, it'll be great. I have an extra room, I hardly ever get visitors. You can use my laptop, if getting a head-start on your article is what you're worried about." Cole looked at her pleadingly. She shrugged and assented.

Cole had made her dinner, chicken with orange glaze. He had lent her his laptop, asked whether she wanted to read any of his books. Given her one of his flannel shirts to wear to bed, offered an extra toothbrush. She had been cold so he turned on the heater in the extra room. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she played with herself, thinking of his taut lines and soft hair. She wondered as she came and bit the pillow whether or not it would turn him on to know what she'd done in his shirt. 

The next morning, Cole found Liesel in the kitchen, still in his shirt, working at his laptop. 

"Something about being out here makes it easier to think," she explained when she noticed him. "Maybe it's the air." He hadn't yet showered, and Liesel took note of his bed-head and rumpled pajamas, wondered casually to herself whether a farm man smelled like hay and hickory, and whether he usually slept in pajamas. 

Cole smiled and took inventory of the kitchen, breathed deeply, looked puzzled. "Did you make coffee?"

"I did. I hope that wasn't presumptuous. There are a few more cups worth left. I almost made breakfast for us but I wasn't sure what you'd want."

"How do waffles and eggs sound?" he asked, stretching. She caught a flash of belly as his shirt rose up, a dusting of gold hair at his navel.

"Perfect." 

The two were silent as he went about his breakfast prep. The smells and the steady sound of his cooking were soothing to Liesel. When he was done, he slid a full plate over to her and sat down in the chair next to her with his own. 

"Why don't you stay a few more days?" he asked to break the silence, his mouth already full of scrambled eggs. "Just until you finish the article."

Liesel started at this. "I mean, that shouldn't be necessary. I do appreciate the offer, but as soon as my tire gets fixed..."

"I insist. It's nice having someone around, besides dogs and fruits," he admitted. Liesel clapped the laptop shut and pushed it away. She brought her plate closer to her and stared at it. It was difficult to tell whether she was considering the food or his offer.

"I don't have a change of clothes or toiletries or anything, though," she said finally, looking over at him, his face seeming awfully close. 

"Is that your only objection?" 

"I guess so. I don't have any reason to be in the city for a little while. But I think my 'only' objection is still a pretty major one."

"No, this one's easy. I'll just buy you whatever you need when I'm out running errands. Just give me a list." He leaned back in his chair and took a big bite of waffle. 

"Well," she responded quietly, "I don't really have the money, either." 

But Cole waved her off. "Don't even worry about it."

It had been a week since her flat tire, and four days since the tire had been fixed. Liesel was still staying with Cole. As the days had passed, it almost felt as though it had become more difficult for her to get a read on him, to judge his intent, why he wanted her around. That first night, she had been worried, even locked the guestroom door behind her. But after a few days, she'd already forgotten about the lock. He was an unusual man, certainly. Giving and friendly yet closed off somehow. But she was developing an affection for the land and for Cole alike. And it seemed like her writing was better than ever, too. They had even established a routine. They made meals for each other, ran errands for each other. He had bought her some outfits and a set of pajamas, but after he had gone to bed, she would always slip back into his shirt, back under the covers, to pleasure herself.

On this night, the seventh night, Cole had a business dinner to attend. Liesel withdrew to her room while he was gone, undressed, and pulled the shirt on over her underwear. She was almost done with her article, so she decided to finish reading one of Cole's books before bed as a reward. She must have dozed off, though, because when she opened her eyes again, the room was dark, even though she couldn't remember turning out the light herself.

"You're still wearing it."

"Cole?" Liesel tried to focus on the shapes surrounding her. 

"The shirt. You're still wearing my shirt."

"What are you doing in here?" The moonlight filtering through the blinds helped lift the veil of darkness for her as her eyes adjusted. Cole was sitting up against the wall near her bed, his arms folded over his knees, which were up near his chest. He was barefoot but still wearing the suit that he'd worn to dinner. Panic started to overwhelm her, and it tasted bitter at the back of her throat.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep."

"Are you drunk?" 

"I don't drink."

"So what are you doing in here?" she repeated.

"You left the door open, and the light on. I came in here to turn it off, but then I decided to stick around and think. I was kind of counting on you not waking up." Liesel frowned at this. "I don't mean it like that," he offered. "I just didn't want to spook you. You've been relaxing to have around. I thought it might help me think if I was near you." Liesel felt herself calm down and sat back against the pillows, letting her arms drop into her lap. 

Cole stood up. "Are you hungry?" 

"I mean..." she looked around, found the clock, laughed. It was 2 in the morning. "I guess I am, actually."

"I brought you leftovers." And with that, he was out of the room. Liesel massaged the bridge of her nose, then stared blankly at the door, wondering. It was then that she looked down at his shirt and remembered to be embarrassed. Just in time for Cole to reenter the room. He turned on the light, and she squinted. He was holding a plate and a glass and sat next to her on the bed. It was cold in her room and his welcome heat washed over her.

"Thank you. What is all this?"

"That's a dandelion salad, and roasted squash, and this is aglio olio."

"What are these here?" she asked, pointing to the salad. 

"Capers, I think." He stretched out next to her, lay on his side, propped himself up with an elbow to watch her eat. 

"Do you want any of this?" 

"I'm good," he shook his head. "Still full."

"So how was the dinner?" she asked between bites.

"Boring, uncomfortable. Blissfully short. I'm glad to be home." He looked down his own length, then back up at her face. "So, what's the story?"

"How do you mean?"

"Shirt." He motioned his chin her way. Liesel blushed, and he grinned.

"It's just more comfortable than the pajamas you got me," she bluffed.

"You're kidding. It's freezing in here, those pajamas are warm. And they're like 900-thread count. That's luxury." 

Liesel laughed despite herself. "That's just sheets!"

"Says who?" Cole worked his way back up to sitting and scooted closer to Liesel. She wondered whether an all-over, full-body blush was possible. Even her feet felt hot. She pretended to concentrate on the squash. Then Cole's hand was at her plate, finding a caper. He plucked it and presented it to her. The look on her face was quizzical. And then Cole's hand was at her mouth, the caper at her lips. She opened and he reached and as she took the caper in and chewed it, his fingertip lingered on her lip. Liesel froze and studied his face. His mouth was curled into a half smile, watchful. They looked at each other as though waiting for some signal. But Liesel shut out her thoughts, took his hand between hers, and let her mouth close over his finger for a moment. And in the next moment, she had let go. Cole looked surprised, his face serious. He rose from the bed, taking the plate out of her lap, setting it down on the nightstand. She felt exposed and tugged at his shirttail like a child, imploring. 

Cole turned toward her. Then he was back on the bed in front of her, on his knees. Liesel gasped. He reached for the back of her knees, pulling her legs toward him, letting himself fall over her. His hands were around her face, his mouth met her mouth, and the heat of his belly warmed her through his dress shirt. She worked her hand around his tie and pulled it tight, pulled him toward her as they kissed. And she could feel Cole's heat through his trousers, too.

"You're already so hard," she gasped.

"You coming here, looking like a little cowgirl. I almost popped a button on my jeans when your shirt popped open," he breathlessly explained. "I think I've been hard since we met." He sat up, still between her legs. Gazed down at her. "My lovely guest," he wondered aloud. Something outside the window suddenly seemed to catch his attention. "Do you want to come outside with me? I want to show you something." He stood up and took hold of the bedspread, then wrapped it around Liesel. "Is that okay?"




His Lovely Guest



She cleared her throat, but only nodded. His heat had made her drowsy. He picked her up and wordlessly carried her out the door, then out into the night. 

They arrived at a little plot of land enclosed under a gazebo, which was wrought with ivy and tiny lights. Cole set her down on the ground next to huge hanging purple flowers. She was wide awake again, curious at these developments. "You know, I have workers here, taking care of the orange grove. But I keep a little patch for myself, I grow a few vegetables. Tomatoes are the easiest. And there are flowers, too." He paused, looked down at her as if to make sure she wasn't asleep. "I'm on my way to rambling, I guess. The point I'm trying to make is that you're the only person I've ever shown it to." She looked back up at Cole, and his gaze was vulnerable but hungry. Inside his private garden, there was a strip of neon green moss, and he led her over to it. The quilt fell to the ground. 

Cole kissed Liesel and worked his hand through her hair right above her neck and twisted a hank of it around his fingers, pulling her head gently back. Her knees almost gave, and she clutched the collar of his jacket. She tugged at it gently, and he dropped his arms, letting the jacket drop down next to them. Next off was his tie, and then her little fingers worked nimbly to unbutton his shirt. Liesel pulled playfully at his belt as though fumbling, pushed her hips up against his. He smiled and undid the belt himself, wrapping it around her waist, pulling her even closer. Finally his pants were down, and he pulled Liesel down onto the quilt with him, spreading it out a little more over the soft moss. He worked the shirt up and over her head, freed her breasts from her bra. "Jesus," he mouthed, thumbing each nipple and letting his breath warm them. His hands found her panties, and he hooked his pointer finger around one side and pulled them down to her ankles. He let this finger slide into his mouth and out. And the moment Cole touched her, he groaned. 

"How are you so wet?"

"I think I've been wet since we met," Liesel smiled, stirring underneath him. Cole laughed and touched her forehead with his free hand, and in one fluid movement, slid a finger into her up to the hilt, then two. She gasped and reached out with her hand closest to him, almost reflexively, for his boxers. She gripped the waistband and yanked. He lifted his hips up to help her, and then they were at his knees, his hard-on suddenly unconfined. She made a study of it, grasped it, traced her thumb around its head. But she was losing herself to his ministrations as he grazed each of her pussy lips with moist fingers. He pushed the fingers back into her, then used his other hand to start toying with her clit, circling it slowly with a tentative finger as she opened to him. He smiled at her hushed moans, and within moments, she tensed and her moan became a whimper as she came. Liesel softened below him. 

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Great," she sighed, stretching her arms over her head. She propped herself up on one arm, turned toward him, took a long look. Then she pushed herself the rest of the way up, facing him, mirrored his pose with her legs curled up underneath her. 

"You smell like wildflowers," he told her. She breathed him in, but he wasn't quite hickory or hay after all. He smelled of spice and sweat and cedar. 

Cole reached out and touched her cheek and her lips. She kissed his palm and pushed it away, bending forward. Her hair fell around his lap, and she casually popped the head of his cock into her mouth. Cole inhaled sharply and rocked his hips forward. One of her hands was around its shaft and the other reached back for his ass. Cole's hands went to her ears first, tugged at her earlobes, then massaged her scalp. Liesel moaned around him, her lips and tongue mouthing his ridge, and she felt his cock jump.

"Wait, wait," he plead. She let his dick glide out of her mouth and looked up, surprised. "Not yet. Come up here." Liesel rose, and he kissed her and pulled her to him, onto his lap. She put her arms around him and felt his hands finding her again. She felt him leading his cock to her. Cole pressed it along the length of her slit, and she squeezed her thighs around him. He kissed her again, and in one determined thrust, he was inside her, stretching her. Liesel gasped and fell against him, but he put his arms around her and laid her out on the quilt beneath them. She gripped his ass so hard that he grunted. Her hands moved up his back, clutching his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Cole pulled out, and his second thrust back into her was so slow that she could feel all of him: the ridge as it pushed into her, and then the widest part of him, and each hot vein, it seemed. Her hips rose to meet his and to meet his slow rhythm. But something seemed to break in him, and his thrusts became ferocious, and she lost herself in his wildness and bit his lip until it bled. The heat of his blood reached her tongue as he cried out and erupted inside her, driving himself even further into her, his hardness swelling just before he was spent, and his orgasm set off her own. Cole collapsed on top of Liesel, and their skin stuck together where their humidity met. 

"Are you okay?" he asked breathlessly.

"Just great," she replied. "Are you okay?" she countered, touching his mouth, still red. 

"Wonderful." He let his head fall back down into the crook of her neck, and their breathing steadied. They let the crickets drown out their sighs and rested together for what seemed like hours. 

"Hey," Liesel finally spoke. Cole looked up at her. "Do you really want to know about the shirt?" He nodded, and she whispered her secret into his ear. He ruminated over the news for some time.

Finally, Cole spoke. "Why don't you consider extending your stay with me here a little while longer? Maybe forever." Liesel raised an eyebrow, laughed, and acquiesced. 




His Lover & Me



There was a chill in the air as we got into the car, but the sun was already burning off the early morning dew, and the low lying mist seemed to give the impression that even the clouds were still sleeping in the fields. 

'It's going to be a hot day,' I said.

'In more ways than one,' he laughed, setting a whole host of butterflies into flight in my stomach. 

I tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in my throat and searched through my bag for a strip of gum. I needed to occupy my mind on the mundane instead of what we were about to do. I found one solitary piece caught between the pages of my diary and tore it in half, pressing the largest half into his mouth as we traveled in comfortable silence. 

I was glad of the silence. I didn't trust myself to speak right now -- worried that if he asked me whether I wanted to back out I might just have said yes, but neither of us spoke and I could only wonder if he was as nervous as I was. 

I glanced at his profile as he drove. He didn't look nervous. His mouth was curved into a half smile as he moved the wheel with one thumb and forefinger. His other hand crept across the gap between us and rested on my thigh, squeezing it affectionately; slipping his hand beneath my skirt so that his finger tips brushed against the sensitive flesh at the base of my belly. My skin fluttered beneath his soft touch and I caught my breath, trying to sift the excitement out of the fear that still churned in my belly.

I thought I was ready for this, but suddenly, the idea of sharing him with her was filling my head with jealous, negative thoughts. Sometimes I felt as if he'd coerced me into this whole threesome thing -- working on me when I was at my most vulnerable -- chipping away at my reluctance as his lips touched mine and whispering against my ear as his hard cock nudged against my entrance -- times when I would have agreed to anything to feel him inside me -- times when the lines between fantasy and reality were blurred by passion and lust.

'You'll love it,' he said, as if he had read my thoughts. 

I smiled back. I never could resist his smile. Even after ten years of marriage it still had the power to make my heart flutter each time he directed it solely at me. I didn't know how I would feel if the warmth of that smile were to be bestowed upon another pretty face. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and looked out of the window, playing out an imaginary scene in my head, trying to get my mind-set right, reassuring myself that I wanted this as much as he did. I imagined I was leading her by the hand to my husband's bed; presenting her like a birthday gift I'd picked out especially for him and I would watch as he unwrapped her and smile as he tasted her for the first time. 

I hadn't told him, but the thought of becoming a member of his harem actually excited me, and in total conflict to my growing jealousy, I secretly longed to have to compete for his affections and take my turn on his cock. It stirred a strange dormant lust buried deep in my psyche. But even so, I still had no wish to be replaced in his affections. I still wanted it to be me who he called his special girl, and me who he reached out for to cuddle in the early hours of the morning, and I couldn't help but feel that she would come between us. 

The sun was higher in the sky now, its warmth radiating through the windscreen and warmed my goose-fleshed skin. 

He looked at me. 'What're you thinking?' A gentle smile curved his lips. 

'I was just wondering how your cock would react to her lips.'

'That just got me hard,' he growled and my belly fluttered. 

I reached out and grabbed his cock, reassured by the hard lump that filled my hand through the material of his shorts.

'And I was wondering what I would see in your eyes as I ran my tongue over her dark, fat nipples.' I said it for him. I knew it was what he wanted to hear.

'Are you kidding? You know I'd love that.' I could sense the excited anticipation in his voice and I knew I couldn't pull out now. I couldn't be the one to disappoint him.

I turned my face away and looked out of the window, afraid that he would see the doubt in my eyes, and we traveled in silence again. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other covering mine as it rested on his thigh, his thumb gently, rhythmically stroking the back of my hand. It was an absent minded gesture -- one I couldn't see him sharing with the two of us.

***

'Do you want to stop for coffee?' His voice brought me out of my thoughts. 

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was 11:30. We'd be there in less than an hour. My stomach lurched. I felt dizzy and for a moment I couldn't focus. This was silly. This was supposed to be fun -- not terrifying.

'Ok.'

We'd planned to meet for lunch in the same little beach side restaurant I'd met her in last week. I wondered if Kate was there yet, and what she was wearing, and how she had done her beautiful, long black hair. I knew that he would like to see it falling loose over her slender shoulders, her nipples peeping seductively through the dark, silken veil. I hoped she would have it tied back in a ponytail. Even though Mark had found her on an internet site and seen pictures of her, he'd never actually met her in person and I didn't want her to make too striking a first impression on him. 

At thirty seven she was five years older than me. Her olive complexion and dark hair contrasted with my fair skin and blonde hair in a way that made me think how good we would look to him -- lying together amidst a crumpled white sheet -- our limbs entwined, our breasts squashed together, and our thighs shimmering with his issue as he stood over us holding his spent cock in his fist -- the triumphant master of his own harem. 

It had been me who had driven down to meet her, and I knew how beautiful she was in real life. I was scared that he would think so too. We had ordered lunch and sat at a table on the sea front, listening to the gently lapping waves and enjoying the warmth of the Spring sun on our faces. At first the conversation had been a little stilted but then she reached across the table and touched the tips of her fingers against mine. A pulse of sexually charged electricity traveled straight to my pussy. It wasn't that I was attracted to her, just that I knew what Mark had planned for us. You didn't have to be bisexual to take part in this kind of thing. It was the thought of exciting Mark that turned me on -- to be able to watch his cock harden as Kate and I explored each others bodies.

'How will it feel for you to see my fingers wrapped around his cock?' she asked. 

I couldn't answer. My heart had begun to pound in my throat. When these kind of thoughts were only in my head it was easy to control my feelings. If it scared me, all I had to do was think about something else, but when they slipped from her lips it made it difficult to avoid the reality of what we were about to embark upon and the doubts and fears that I had came flooding back. 

'Or my lips -- do you think you could handle seeing my lips wrapped around his cock -- and him enjoying me instead of you?' 

I didn't know what to say. I wished that he was here to hold my hand and reassure me. 

'I'm ok with it,' I lied, trying to sound grown up and cool.

Kate seemed to sense my reluctance and backed off a little, turning her attention to me instead of Mark.

'Maybe if we get to know each other a little better it will make it easier for both of us.' She reached out and ran her fingers across the small of my back, stroking the flesh that was exposed above the waistband of my jeans and sending an unexpected frisson of pleasure straight to my crotch. I gasped and she moved in closer, her lips brushing against mine in a whisper of a kiss. I looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching. It wasn't right -- not without him being here. I needed him to be watching our first tentative explorations. I wanted him to hear our impassioned mews as our fingers searched out each others throbbing clits, and for him to have his cock in his hand as our limbs entwined, but I said nothing and was grateful when our lunch arrived. 

She asked me questions about Mark as we ate:

'What turns him on?'

'He's a breast man,' I replied, my eyes lowering to the visible swell of Kate's breasts over her low cut top. 'He'll love yours.' I smiled. This I was used to. I had shared him with every pair of breasts he'd ever seen without a shred of jealousy.

'Is he rough in bed? Do you like to be tied up?' 

They were odd questions to ask someone you had just met and I pondered my answer for a moment. We had done those things but most of all I thought of Mark as a gentle caring lover...even when he was being rough.

'He is gentle and loving.' In my mind I was watching his lips traveling the length of my naked body, planting soft kisses on his journey, the whisper of his breath warming my skin, whilst his hands circled my wrists and pinned them to the bed. 'But he can also be very forceful.' 

'Does he make you cum?'

I blushed, embarrassed at having to talk about such intimate things with a virtual stranger but she was right, it was helping to make us closer -- and at the same time she was learning things about Mark that would be helpful when they did eventually meet -- things that normal lovers learned along the journey of courtship. 

The questions she was asking gave me the impression she was experienced at this kind of thing.

'Have you done this before?' It was a genuine question but also a handy ruse to get out of answering her probing question.

'No,' she answered quickly and for the first time since we'd met I saw uncertainty in her eyes. 

She made no attempt to expand on her curt answer and I lacked the courage to press her any further.

'So, does he make you cum, Olivia?' She wasn't going to give in.

'Yes.' I hoped my one word answer would surface but she pressed further.

'How? What does he do for you? How does he make you feel? How does he touch you? I want to know all about him.'

I was suddenly reminded of his smile, and the way it made me feel when it shone on me alone. I didn't want to tell her that. I was a little uncomfortable with her need to know so much about him. I'd been scared that it would be me she wanted to get to know more but now that she was showing so much interest in Mark I felt jealously protective of him.

'I want him to make me cum like he does to you. Do you mind?' 'Of course not,' I lied. I couldn't possibly say yes, but in truth I found myself reluctant to tell her too much. I didn't want her to get to know the man I knew and loved. He was mine and I was a little scared of allowing anyone into the private space that only the two of us occupied. 

Mark and I had made some tentative ground rules. We'd agreed that Kate was to be more of an accessory in our sex life, but sitting here watching her talk and smile, and toy nervously with her hair, I was seeing the real person, and like me, she had fears and expectations, and feelings that I couldn't trample on. 

This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. She wasn't a toy we could return to the cupboard once we'd satisfied our own needs. We couldn't, as he had jokingly mentioned, keep her as our sex slave. 

When he'd talked about keeping her bound and naked in a cage in the corner of our bedroom it had made my pussy throb so hard that I'd almost insisted that he did it to me. The thought of being kept under lock and key whilst she lay on my bed playing with his cock scared the hell out of me but it also excited me more than I dared to admit to anyone.

***

'You're very quiet,' he said as I sat nursing my mug of black coffee.

'Just a little nervous -- aren't you?'

He nodded and then smiled, and I knew he was more excited than nervous. I knew that it wouldn't take much to get his cock hard.

I slipped one foot out of my flip flop and touched my bare toes against his leg under the table, running them up to the hem of his shorts before resting my foot against his crotch.

'Do you think you're good enough to please two girls?' I teased.

'It's not about pleasing you. I'm expecting the two of you to go out of your way to keep me satisfied.' 

I blushed and my heart skipped a beat. It turned me on something fierce when he put me in my place, and as I felt his cock grow beneath my toes, it was matched by a pleasant throb between my own legs. I wanted him right now, but he seemed keen to get there -- to her.

'We best get on.' He stood up and drained his coffee cup.

I was dragging my feet, annoyed by his rebuff, but also starting to enjoy the heightened sense of anticipation that kept my pulse racing a little too fast, and fed the gentle throb between my legs. 

He took my hand as we strolled back towards the car, our fingers entwined. He squeezed gently and we smiled at each other as if we shared an extra special secret.

The leather seat was hot against my back as I climbed back into the car. 

'Kate and I did a bit more than chat last week,' I blurted and watched his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. He looked a little un-nerved. 

'Go on,' he said.

I was tempted to make the details of our meeting more explicit than they'd actually been. I knew it would get him hard if I told him we'd gone to the beach and that she'd made me strip naked and forced me to suck on her nipples and finger myself in front of everyone sunbathing there. I also wanted to make sure that he went to meet her with at least the scent of my lips on his cock. I couldn't quite shake off the feeling that he might just find her more attractive than me -- or that she would be better at sex than me. It made me want to raise my game -- but I told him the truth.

'She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed her hand inside my bra,' I whispered, my words almost drowned out by the air conditioning kicking in as he started the engine.

'Did you like that?' he asked. His voice was calm but I could see his growing excitement.

I wanted to tell him that it had been hot and that I'd loved the feel of her fingers as she squeezed my flesh and tweaked my nipple, but in truth, although it hadn't exactly been unpleasant, neither had it really done anything for me. It was only the thought of him watching her hands kneading my breasts that sent a tingle running down my spine now. 

I laughed a little nervously. He was staring at me -- waiting for the details. I touched her breasts and she touched mine, suddenly sounded a little childish. 

'It felt good,' I lied. 'And she kissed me when I left.' I blushed as I remembered the moment. 'I'd been expecting a peck on the cheek but she caught hold of my face between her hands, and as our mouths touched she ran her tongue over my lips almost as if she was tasting me.' I blushed, embarrassed by his undivided attention on my words.

'That's so fucking hot,' he said. 

'She asked whether you would want to watch the two of us playing together or whether you wanted the two of us to just pleasure you.'

'What did you say?'

'I said you'd probably want both.' 

'Good girl,' he laughed and I reached over and put my hand in his lap.

'Mmmmmmm, I think that excited you.' I slipped my hand inside his shorts and pulled out his hard cock. This time I refused to be brushed aside and shifted in my seat so that I could lower my head into his lap. He lifted his arm from the steering wheel to stroke my back, and a long low moan escaped from his lips as the tip of my wet tongue touched the tip of his hard cock. It was hot in my hands, his head sticky with the juice of his arousal.

I held him with one hand whilst my tongue explored his swollen head, savoring the familiar taste of him and breathing in his freshly showered scent. I wanted him all to myself. I didn't want another girl's lips on his cock -- it was mine. He belonged to me.

As he grew in my fist I O'ed my mouth and very slowly lowered my head onto him until my lips were almost touching his crotch and I could feel the tip of his cock nudge against my tonsils. I wanted this to be a moment he wouldn't forget in a hurry, and as I dragged my lips back up the length of his cock he murmured his approval. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth. I could hear his heavy breathing. I moved my mouth up and down the length of his erection -- slowly at first, moving with the guiding thrusts of his hips, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his excitement, and then speeding up as his hand moved to the back of my head -- urging me to move faster -- to take him deeper, until I finally felt his cock explode onto my tongue. 

I licked him clean as he continued to drive, and folded his softened cock back into his shorts in a way that only a long term married couple could. He adjusted and smiled at me.

'Are we there yet?' I sat up and slipped back into my seat belt.

'I am,' he smiled, and we settled back into a comfortable silence as he drove.

I loved these moments of intimacy when no words were needed between us, and I didn't want Kate breaking this special bond we shared. There was a good reason why the phrase 'three's a crowd' had been invented.

I could see the coastline in the distance now. Fine golden sand lined the edges of the narrowing roads and the smell of the ocean hung in the hot air. The realization that we were nearly there made my tummy lurch again, but I smiled to myself. This time, when she kissed me, she would taste him on my lips.

*** 

By the time we got there the sun was high in the sky, but the seaside resort was still quiet and very few people were using the beach-side cafe this early in the year, even though the day was unexpectedly hot and sunny. 

We parked close to the shore and walked back along the esplanade towards the little red slate roofed cafe. I could feel the heat from the pavement through my flip-flops, but a gentle sea breeze was keeping the air temperature a few degrees cooler. I slipped my hand into his and he squeezed it tightly.

'Don't worry, It'll be fun.'

I didn't want to ever let go of his hand. I loved the feel of it enveloping mine -- his strong grip, his reassuring squeeze and the way his fingers played with mine.

I noticed her at once, even though she was sitting with her back to us. Her hair hung loose in a shimmering veil around her shoulders and the strap of her red bra had slipped off her tanned shoulder. It was to this shoulder that Mark predictably reached out and touched, his strong fingers gently curling around her arm as he spoke. 

'Hi, Kate, It's really good to meet you at last.' She turned and smiled and immediately jumped up to greet us, grabbing hold of me first and pulling me into her arms as if I were an old friend.

I wondered if she could taste his cum on my lips as she kissed me, and if she'd guess where my mouth had last been...I really hoped that she could. 

Then Kate turned her attention to him. She seemed a little more reserved with him, placing her hands on his bare forearms and looking up into his eyes for a long time before she spoke. 

I watched his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at her, and I watched the hairs on his arms stand on end in reaction to her touch as they kissed. How long had it been since he'd reacted to my touch like that? But I swallowed back my envy and smiled. It was only natural that he would be excited by her -- she was new to him -- he was thinking about what was to come. It was me he would cuddle up in bed with tonight.

We sat down, our knees touching beneath the small round table.

'Did you have a good journey?' She touched his hand as she filled his glass from the bottle of wine she'd already bought. 

I felt my hackles rise in response. Knowing that his cock would soon be inside her made these pleasantries seem strangely surreal. I could feel the sexual tension between them and it appeared to exclude me. They talked almost as if they knew each other well -- not the words so much -- it was more what they didn't say that made it weird. I couldn't put my finger on it but it bothered me -- already I felt like an outsider in their conversation. I was being stupid; all I had to do was join in. No-one had purposely excluded me. Kate poured me wine and this time she spoke to me.




His Lover & Me



'Are you nervous -- I am?' She placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. Why did she have to be so lovely? 

I sipped my wine, watching Mark over the rim of the glass; following his gaze to where it rested on the swell of Kate's breasts. Her large, dark nipples were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her skimpy top, and my own swelled and stiffened in response as I watched him instinctively lick his lips. And as he continued to stare, unmoved by my presence, I felt the mantle of wife steal away from me and the cloak of harem member slip effortlessly onto my shoulders. It wasn't totally unwelcome. 

I quickly realized that today I would have to work a little harder for his attention. Today I wasn't the only person who wanted his cock. Today I had competition for his affections, but this wasn't about fighting for him this was about learning how to share him, and the closer we got to that hotel room the faster my heart began to beat. I took a long slug of the chilled wine, hoping it would calm my fluttering nerves. 

'Are you looking forward to playing together?' 

Mark was addressing us both, breaking the slightly uneasy silence that had settled between us, and Kate and I smiled at each other nervously as we watched him slip both hands beneath the table. 

I felt his right hand rest on my thigh, his fingers trailing enticingly towards my pussy, and I knew that his left hand would be touching her in a similar way.

'Take off your panties and leave them on the floor at your feet,' he said. 'I want the waiter to know what dirty little sluts you both are.'

Kate and I both wriggled in our seats as we tried to slip out of our panties from beneath our short skirts without drawing too much attention from the nearby diners, and as I discarded my new white briefs to the hot paving slabs beneath the table, I noticed Katy's red ones...and their damp crotch.

'Now open your legs, girls. I want to see just how excited you really are.' 

I got the distinct feeling that he had gotten over his initial nerves and was now beginning to really enjoy himself -- and why wouldn't he? He had two girls preparing to tend to his every desire. This had always been his ultimate fantasy and for him it was all about to come true. I was slightly envious of him for that and it was also why I knew I couldn't pull out. I was afraid that he'd never forgive me, and that he might turn to the willing Kate to console himself.

I rested one knee against his and the other against the neighboring chair, my tummy fluttering as I felt the touch of the cool sea breeze on my hot sex. It felt kind of dirty to be exposing myself in public like this and a shiver of excited anticipation ran down my spine as I waited for his touch. 

His hand moved from my thigh to my cleanly shaved pussy, and his finger slipped easily between the fleshy lips of my sex. I wondered if his touch was producing the same excited tingle in her as it was in me. 

'Mmmmmmmmmmm,' he whispered. 'I think my sluts are both ready for me. But is it my cock that you're looking forward to...or the thought of tasting each others pussy?'

I squirmed in my seat, a little embarrassed by his words. It was him I wanted to please, not her.

'Here, taste my wife's pussy.' He pushed his finger, slick with the juices of my arousal, into Kate's mouth, and she licked his finger without a moment's hesitation, closing her eyes as she appeared to be savoring the flavor of me.

I felt the color rise to my cheeks as the throb between my legs grew stronger. I knew what was coming next and it scared me so much that I almost got up and ran away, but he must have sensed my fear because he grabbed hold of my hand and pushed it against his hard cock. It was a gesture of reassurance. I needed that and I loved him all the more for knowing that I needed that. I was afraid I wasn't going to like the taste of her, and that I would spoil the day for him. I couldn't bear the thought of being the object of his disappointment. But as he pushed the index finger of his left hand in through my lips, and I hesitantly ran my tongue over his finger, I got both the familiar taste of him and the musky flavor of her in one heady hit. It put an image in my head of me sucking his cock after it had been inside her.

'Shall we move to the hotel?' I whispered, a little breathlessly. It was our secret code to say that I was happy to continue, and he smiled.

*** 

We walked along the hallway in silence, the sound of our footsteps echoing loudly off the plain white walls. He unlocked the door and stood aside, letting Kate and I step inside. She went first and he rested his hand on my bottom as he followed me in.

The room was nice, with a patio door that led out onto a small paved area and looked directly out towards the ocean. Sun streamed in through the large window and onto the large double bed that occupied the center of the room. There were two fluffy white dressing gowns folded neatly on the end of it. One of us is going to have to stay naked, I thought.

He shut and locked the door behind him, and for a moment we stood staring at each other, not exactly sure what to do next.

'Let's shower,' Kate said, linking her arm into mine. 'He can watch,' she giggled conspiratorially and looked at Mark over her shoulder.

I went to pull off my t-shirt, but Kate stopped me.

'No, let me do that.' She smiled as she prized the hem of my top from between my reluctant fingers and pulled it up over my head. She was a couple of inches taller than me and sometimes she made me feel almost childlike. Then her hands were behind me, unclipping my bra, slipping it off my shoulders. For a moment I felt the full weight of my breasts as they bounced free of the support of my bra before she gently cupped them in her hands. I blushed, not knowing quite where to look. Mark was watching her suck on each of my nipples in turn. I could see he was eager to join in and was glad when he stepped forward.

Mark pulled Kate's top off, and swiftly discarded her bra. He stood behind her, his arms reaching around her slim waist to grasp both of her breasts in his hands. I looked down, watching as her nipples hardened and puckered beneath my husband's touch, and wondered if he was enjoying her breasts more than he did mine, but when I looked up it was me he was looking at.

It felt wrong that his fingers were touching her as he gazed into my eyes, but as I watched him my body reacted as if he really were doing it to me and the ache between my legs for him only grew stronger.

Not sure what I should be doing with my own unoccupied hands, I lifted Kate's skirt and nervously ran my trembling fingers down her soft belly towards her pussy. I had never touched another woman so intimately and was surprised how soft and velvety her sex felt beneath my trembling fingers. 

It was the oddest sensation to be touching someone who had the same bits as me, and as my finger slipped easily inside her fleshy lips, my own sex began to throb in response. It was a beautiful kind of agony to be touching her in the way I longed to be touched myself and I closed my eyes as my fingers searched out the hard little bud of her clitoris. 

'Mmmmmmm.' I heard Mark gently purr and opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. I blushed again; a little embarrassed to be caught enjoying the feel of a woman so much. 

'I'll turn on the shower.' Kate disentangled herself from the two of us and disappeared into the bathroom.

'Are you ok?' he asked a little breathlessly.

'Yeah, you?' I grinned back at him. I wanted him right now, before she got to touch him. I pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free, as hard as rock and longer and thicker than I'd ever seen it before.

'You're so fucking hard.' I circled his throbbing girth with my fingers and slowly stroked his shaft.

'Damn! I could cum right now,' he whispered against my ear.

'Then fuck me,' I pleaded. 

He looked towards the bathroom as if we should wait for Kate to return, but I walked to the bed and lay back, pulling up my skirt and opening my legs in invitation.

'Let Kate watch.' I ran my index finger along the length of my wet pussy. It felt weirdly primal, as if this was some kind of mating ritual and it was important for me to have him first -- I needed him to plant his seed in me before he went to her. 

'I want your cock.' I pushed a finger inside my pussy as he hurriedly shrugged off the rest of his clothes and climbed between my legs. 

'Fuck me, please. I want to feel you inside me right now.' 

I took a deep breath as he guided his cock towards my entrance, and it came out as a long low moan as he slowly pushed himself deep into me. Kate appeared from the bathroom on his second stroke.

'You started without me, you naughty people.' She climbed onto the bed to join us, and as he bent down to suck on my left nipple, she joined him and I watched as their tongues vied for position on my breast -- their lips were touching -- their tongues playfully fighting and teasing my nipple -- their mingled saliva glistening on my breast. Kate straddled my head, thrusting her breasts forward, taking his attention away from my nipples and onto her own and issuing orders to me.

'Lick me. Make me cum,' she demanded, lowering her sex onto my mouth so that I was consumed by her musky scent. I felt his cock buck inside me as Kate pushed her breasts into his face and he thrust harder and deeper into me as he suckled on her engorged nipples.

I had no choice. I couldn't escape -- nor did I really want to, so I stuck out my tongue and delved in between Kate's soft nether lips to find her clitoris. It had grown hard and pushed its way out of its protective hood. The fat little nub felt hot beneath my tongue. I felt her shiver as I made contact and heard her moan as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive little bud, and as his thrusts quickened inside me, I pushed my tongue into her, savoring the taste of her, spurred on by her impassioned moans and whimpers and the rapid thrusts of Mark's cock. 

When he came, he came hard, spurting his seed deep and with an almost animal like grunt, muffled only by Kate's breasts as he buried his head in her soft mounds, and for a moment we lay still, entwined together, silent, save for the tell-tale tune of our labored breathing. As he withdrew from me and moved away from the bed, Kate lowered her head and replaced his cock between my legs with her tongue, little mews escaping from her lips and vibrating against my own sex as my tongue continued to circle her clit.

I was aware of Mark walking around us. I could hear the click of his camera, and his encouraging dirty words. 

'Lick my cum out of her pussy, my slut.' 

I felt her tongue licking a path towards my dripping sex and I whimpered softly, my skin fluttering and twitching under her light touch. She seemed to be moving unbearably slowly towards my throbbing clit, and the anticipation made it hard for me to catch my breath, and all the time I could hear the constant click of his camera.

'That's it pet,' he encouraged. 'Lick her out. This is what you wanted, isn't it -- my cum dripping from your slutty, red painted lips.'

I'd never heard him talk like that before. Kate's tongue delved into my pussy, lapping at my entrance like a hungry cat, sucking his hot issue out of me as if it were nectar. And as she licked, her finger worked on my clitoris, circling it and rubbing; niggling at it until I was whimpering and writhing and wriggling around the bed and we were lost together in the throes of our joint orgasm. For a moment Mark ceased to exist in my universe as Kate brought me to the peak of orgasm and rode with me all the way to the last trickle of pleasure.

We lay replete, our fingers entwined; the silence between us no longer awkward; the air heavy with the musky scent of sex as he kissed us and ran his fingers over both of our bodies in unison and we purred in response, like contented cats. His tongue pushed its way through my lips, his fingers kneading my breast. 

'Good girl,' he whispered before moving on to Kate. 'You're my filthy little slut,' he told her as his lips explored hers and his hands strayed again to her magnificent breasts and huge dark nipples. 

***

The shower had been forgotten but was still running. Our recent play had taken us from relative strangers to intimate friends in the short space of half an hour and now we moved as one to the steamy bathroom, giggling as we all piled into the cubicle, our bodies pressed closely together in the confined space. We soaped each other under the cascading water. I kissed his wet lips and then I kissed hers -- it had been so much better than I'd imagined. Not at all sleazy nor awkward and I wasn't at all jealous. She seemed to have slotted almost seamlessly into our sex life, but I knew he still wanted to fuck her and I was still a little apprehensive about how that would make me feel.

My hand wandered towards his cock, but Kate had got there first, her fingers were already wrapped around his shaft, pumping it back to life again as he massaged soap into, first my breasts and then hers, and he quickly discarded the soap in favor of watching Kate explore his cock. 

I wanted his attention back on me so I soaped my hands and placed them on her breasts. There was something incredibly sensual about watching my slippery, soapy fingers move over her shiny, wet orbs and down over the roundness of her hips, where my fingers seemed to slip naturally between her legs, searching out her soft, pliable sex lips. 

Kate released his cock and moved closer to me, pushing me back against the wall of the shower, her breasts pressed against mine as she lowered her mouth onto the upper swell of my breast and began to suck the soft skin into her mouth, lifting blood to the surface of my pale skin so that when she moved away she left behind a deep red, circular love bite. It looked both vicious and passionate -- a reminder of the touch of her lips against my skin. 

I did the same to her, clamping my mouth onto the top of her breast and sucking until I could taste blood in my mouth, leaving an almost identical mark on her breast.

'Fuck, that's hot,' he whispered. 'Now kneel down for me. Both of you -- here, right here.'He pointed to a spot just in front of his feet and Kate and I sank to our knees in the shower tray, our arms linked, our wet faces looking up at his pulsing cock and he pumped it with his fist. 

He pushed his hot swollen head in through both our lips in turn, letting us work his shaft to its full length with our lips. It was like an X rated version of pass the parcel and I wanted to be the one that got the prize. I worked my lips and tongue hard on his throbbing organ, looking up into his eyes, holding his gaze, willing him to give me what I wanted, trying desperately to tempt him back when he left my mouth empty and filled hers instead, but in the end he pulled away and shot his load over both our tits. 

'Such adorable, enthusiastic little cum sluts,' he praised, squeezing every last drop out with his thumb and forefinger. 'Now lick it off.' I was first to lower my mouth onto Kate's breasts, sticking out my tongue and lapping up his still warm, issue from her sweet tasting skin, and she quickly reciprocated, holding my breasts in her hands as she licked them clean. And all the while he was making lewd comments about our slutty behavior that sent a pulse of electricity straight between my legs.

'Your dirty little tongues just can't get enough of my cum, can they?' He pushed his cock into Kate's mouth. 'Lick it clean, slut.' And then he came to me, pushing it in through my lips. 'Do you like the taste of her on my cock? Do you want to taste my cock after it's been in this slut's dripping wet pussy?' I sucked her saliva off his shaft and nodded my head. I was drunk on the stench of sex.

***

Once dry we raided the mini bar -- Kate and I wrapped up in the toweling bath robes whilst he remained happily, proudly naked. He was relaxed now and moved around with the confidence of a male lion in the midst of his adoring pride. I liked him this way -- happy, confident and so very sexy. I liked being able to watch his semi aroused cock, and the way his hand constantly returned to massage it.

We threw open the patio doors and sat out on the little terrace drinking beer and eating peanuts in the sun -- him laying back on a sun lounger with Kate and I at either side of him, refilling his glass, feeding him -- presenting our breasts and dipping our nipples into his glass for him to lick whiskey from whenever he asked. 

I took out a bottle of suntan oil I had brought with me and Kate and I massaged him with it. I started at his shoulders. She began at his feet and reached his cock before I did, but I kept my jealous thoughts at bay, rubbing coconut scented oil into his chest and watching as she wrapped her expert hand around his shaft and coaxed him back to full hardness yet again. First with her fingers and then with her tongue, teasing him, lapping at the swelling head of his cock and sucking on him in a way that had me licking my own lips and longing to join her, but when I made a move he grabbed hold of my arm and stopped me.

'You've had your turn, it's Kate's now, and if I can't trust you to keep your lips off my cock, then I'll just have to restrain you.' He grabbed the end of the belt from my robe and yanked it out. 'Take it off,' he ordered.

I shrugged my shoulders out of the robe and let it fall to the floor around my feet as he bound my wrists together with its toweling belt. He stood up, leaving Kate kneeling on the terrace, his hard cock still slick with her saliva, and bouncing as he walked. He pulled me down onto the bed, securing my hands to the headboard above my head.

Kate had followed us. She took off her own robe and lay down next to me, purring like a kitten and flaunting herself like a lioness on heat as she opened her legs in invitation to him. I was nothing but a helpless witness to their play. I could have closed my eyes and looked away, but I would still have been able to hear the sound of Kate's breathless mews as my husband's cock forged into her. I would still have been able to hear the sound of his cock thrusting into her wet pussy. So I watched.

He walked to her side of the bed and presented his cock to her willing mouth again. She sucked and whimpered as he thrust into the back of her throat, but my jealousy was overpowered by my throbbing pussy, and as my mouth began to water I licked my lips. His denial of my need for him only made me want him more. 

He withdrew from her mouth and I thought he was going to climb onto the bed beside me, but instead he urged Kate to stand and bend over so that her ass was in the air and her head was between my legs. I opened them. If I couldn't have my husband's cock -- If he was going to be fucking her -- I was happy to feel a part of it in any way that I could. 

He positioned himself behind her and held onto her hips. Kate let out a long sigh as Adam entered her, her exhaled breath hot against my entrance.

I closed my eyes as her tongue touched my sex, and every time he thrust, her tongue pushed a little deeper into me, her impassioned grunts and moans vibrating against my tingling skin. Then suddenly she was still again, and I opened my eyes thinking he'd cum inside her, but he was standing over me and his cock exploded onto my breasts and spilled onto my lips as he pushed it into my mouth. I could taste the muskiness of her pussy smeared along his length and I climaxed too...with his cock still pulsing against my tongue and Kate licking his cum off my breasts.

***

We drove home in silence. I think we were both replaying the day in our own heads. Maybe even trying to figure out where we went from here. Things hadn't turned out as either of us had expected, but in a way, it was the way events had flowed so naturally that had made it such an amazing experience. 




His Lover & Me



'I think we were lucky to find someone as nice as Kate,' I said, my hand moving instinctively to my breast. 

'Take your top off. I want to see it.' 

I peeled off my t-shirt and he leaned over and ran his fingers over the red mark that Kate had left there. It made me shiver -- both his touch and the memory of our afternoon together and what Kate had done to me. 

'Do you think we'll meet up with her again? 

I nodded. 

'I don't know how we're gonna be satisfied with a normal sex life ever again?' It was a flippant remark. I hadn't meant anything by it other than to imply that I had enjoyed our afternoon, but now that the words were out there, I began to wonder just how much truth there was in them.

The End



His Lover, My Slut Wife



My wife Jane worked for what we thought was a substantial company but this was nothing compared to the multi national corporation that had taken over. In the couple of months since this had happened much of her company had been sold off leaving only the small research division she worked in. More worrying, she had been the secretary to the divisional director. A kind man in his early 60's, with all the changes her boss had taken the opportunity to take early retirement. In view of all the staff redundancies that had been happening we were not optimistic for her on going employment. 

Today Jane was to learn her fate. The new divisional director was flying in from New York and had summoned Jane for a meeting. Jane was in for a surprise, not only was her job safe but it would involve travelling a lot with Jake her new boss. Jake asked lots of questions some, which seemed very personal but Jane could not help but reply fully and honestly. She told Jake that she was 29, had been married to me, Keith for 5 years and I was 2 years older than her. No, we did not have any children. Due to a childhood accident I had a low sperm count and possibly would not be able to make her pregnant. At the present time we had decided her career was more important than starting a family. He asked a number of other very intimate questions which Jane did not tell me about for several days including, how often we made love and compared to boyfriends before we were married did I satisfy her in bed. When Jane subsequently told me about what she and Jake had discussed I was surprised to find out many had performed better in bed however Jane went on to reassure me our love was more important than the physical side of our relationship.

When she came home that evening she was bubbling with excitement. After telling me about most of what had happened she said come and sit down Keith, Jake has given me a corporate video, which he says we must watch. I felt uncomfortable at being told by Jane's boss that I had to watch what was bound to be a boring company film but I did not want to burst Jane's bubble. Grabbing a drink we settled down in front of the TV and Jane started the program. It started with some pleasant mood music and a changing coloured screen, which I must admit, made me feel quite relaxed to the point I must have dropped off. The next thing I knew was waking up early the following morning to a blank screen. Looking at my watch I saw over 8 hours had elapsed. Jane also seemed to be asleep. Waking her I said come on Honey, we must have really been bushed, it's 7 O' clock and we need to get ready for work.

Jane went and showered first whilst I put the coffee on. Then as normal I went to shave and wash whist Jane dressed. When I came back into the bedroom I took a double take. Jane has a very attractive figure but normally dresses conservatively and usually in Trouser suits for work but today she had put on an attractive floral print halter neck dress. She would normally wear a strapless bra but it was evident her breasts moved freely within the top and the outline of her nipples could be seen. You like she said, very much I replied but not really business attire. Oh I don't know she replied, Jake felt I should loosen up a bit. Do you think he would approve? Tell me more about Jake I asked. Well he is just over 6 foot, single and has ebony black skin with a magnificent muscular body. With a twinkle in her eye she added he has the biggest cock she have every seen. I should have been angry with her comments but found myself only getting excited. How do you know that, well I must be honest I found my self getting very turned on by him yesterday and one thing led to another and I found myself on my knees releasing his wonderful tool. It seemed so impolite not to just give it a few gentle kisses but she sighed, I could not help myself taking him in my mouth, well part of him. His prick must be at least 11 inches. Makes your 4 inches look rather puny she taunted. 

I moved to her, taking her in my arms I kissed her passionately. I should be angry but I am not. My prick, correction, I added, my little prick is rock hard and I need to come. Do you want to fuck me asked Jane in a tone that made it obvious she did not want me to fuck her. No I replied, it sounds like Jake will probably be taking care of that today. Thank you she gushed. I love you. Just because I don't want your prick in me does not change my feelings for you. We parted, Jane to rush to work and me to seek relief in a quick hand job. I could not wait for Jane to return this evening with news of her day!!

I hurried home that evening to find out how Jane had spent her day, she gave me a peck on the cheek avoiding my lips, down tiger she said Jake is taking me out to dinner come and help me choose a suitable outfit. As we went upstairs I tentatively asked, what happened today. She stopped on the landing, turning to me she asked, do you really want to know, yes I replied, would it turn you on to know I had been fucked by my boss, oh yes I said. Putting her arms round my neck she whispered in my ear should Jake stay just my boss or become my long term lover, before you answer understand by lover I will treat him as the most important man in my life, my relationship with him may last weeks or possibly years but only he and I will decide when it ends, I will dress to please him and with a cock like his will not need to look to elsewhere for sexual satisfaction. 

A day ago I would have told her this was ridiculous and reminded her she was a respectable married woman. All I could now think was she was born to be a slut and imagining the contrast of white and black skin this caused me to shoot of in my pants. Seeing the front of my trousers with a damp patch, Jane said I think I can guess your answer but I want to hear the words. Looking Jane in the eye I said, darling I don't know why but the thought of you acting in such a sluttish way turns me on, please take Jake as your lover, be available for him whenever and wherever he wants, I want his black rod fucking your white cunt the thought of you regularly receiving his sperm in your love nest is the most wonderful fantasy I can think of. But I continued, I love you with all my heart, I don't want to loose you and lamely I added I want you to tell me about what you both do. Don't worry Jane soothed, I know this wont last for ever and I don't intend leaving you, although they do say once black no going back so our marriage may not be to conventional in the future. As for telling you all, I will tell you what I want you to know no more and no less. Now come help me get ready.

We picked out the little black cocktail dress that most women seem to have as standard in their wardrobe, the dress fell to just above the knee. Underneath she wore self support stockings and a matching black bra and thong. Looking at what else she had in her wardrobe I noted her range of clothes were appropriate for a conservative married woman but not for a girl in a passionate affair. A shopping trip at the weekend was obviously called for.

Whilst Jane was finishing her make up I went down stairs to start fixing a snack for myself. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Jane shouted down, could you get it Keith it will probably be Jake. Jane was right in her description of him, I could see why she had fallen for him. I found despite the circumstances he was easy to talk to and found myself getting to like him and laughing at his jokes despite the fact he was fucking my wife and I was not. Jane bounded down the stairs into his arms. They embraced and I stood watching whilst they kissed passionately. When they came up for air Jake handed me a video. I heard you watched the tape last night this is the second part. Why don't you view this while we are out and tell me what you think when we get back. They walked down our drive hand in hand to Jakes car. I wondered what the neighbours would have thought if they had been watching. 

I set up the video but again within a couple of minutes I seemed to have dozed off, waking I noted nearly 2 hours had passed. I jumped up and rushed upstairs thinking I must change the bed sheets for my wife and her lover. Strange this did not seem an odd course of action. I also made up the bed in our spare room. After all I would need to sleep somewhere. I had just finished when I heard a car draw up. I opened the front door to let them in. Jake had his arm round my wife's waist with his hand resting on her backside. I told them I had prepared the bedroom for them and after Jake had confirmed I had watched the video they adjourned upstairs. I slept little that night hearing them make love several times accompanied by moans of ecstasy from Jane and her cries of love for Jake and how she only wanted his cock in the future.

In the morning I took them in a cup of tea to be greeted with the sight of my petite wife straddling Jake's black body. She was slowly lowering and then raising herself on his erect flagpole. Each time she lowered herself a moan escaped her lips as his cock reached the depths of her cunt that I could never hope to reach with my little joystick. Looking at me she said, Keith this feels like heaven. She then started to pick up the tempo until she hit a noisy climax. As she climbed off I could see Jakes white cum leaking from my wife's cunt. I did the only thing I could; I rushed off to the bathroom to deal with my stiffy. 

On Friday Jake flew back to New York for a series of meetings at his head office. Jane was to follow on Monday. Lack of sex that evening made Jane quite bitchy but the promise of a shopping trip cheered her up. Funny, it did not seem right to either of us that I could satisfy her. A chaste goodnight kiss was the extent of our passion. Jane was soon asleep, as I lay there I became aroused thinking about them fucking, imagining his great big black tool thrusting into my wife's cunt, her moans of joy and cry's of how wonderful he was and that she had never had sex as good with me. I started to wank thinking how wonderful it was my wife had such a viral lover, it only to a few strokes for me to jack myself off. 

We were up and out early the next morning. Jane took me first to a little boutique on the edge of town, which Jake had recommended. Upon entering, Jane introduced herself to a member of staff who turned out to be Elizabeth the owner. She warmly welcomed us saying Jake had mentioned we would be calling. She started by asking Jane what she was looking for. Well Jane replied, I guess clothes that are feminine, a bit risky and slightly revealing plus some suitably erotic lingerie. Looking at me Elizabeth asked, is this to please your husband? I felt embarrassed but did not hesitate to reply, no, my wife to please her lover Jake my needs are not important, he is the only man in her life for the present. The next hour was spent in a whirlwind of trying different outfits at the end of which we loaded the car boot with a complete new wardrobe.

Next stop was a beauty parlour where Jane had her hair cut short into a pageboy style and dyed blond. The last stop was a tattoo and piercing shop where she had her belly button pierced with a ring. On the ring was a gold letter J. Friends would probably assume this stood for Jane but I knew better!

Monday morning, I prepared breakfast for myself whilst Jane got ready for her flight. I came upstairs to collect her bag and did a double take when I saw my wife. She was dressed in a short mini skirt with a contrasting white blouse. The skirt had a matching jacket, which lay on the bed. A good job to as it was evident she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts moved freely under her blouse, her nipples clearly visible. You like she asked. Very much I replied. Jane then slowly lifted her skirt to show the tops of her black self support stockings and wispy black thong. Do you approve of how I have dressed for Jake? I thought for a moment, no it's not appropriate for my wife to be dressed in such a manner. I bent down and taking hold of her thong pulled it down, without a word she stepped out of her only item of underwear. That's better I said. As my wife you should always be available for your lover. Never ware panties unless Jake tells you otherwise. A car horn told us her taxi was here to take Jane to the airport. There was one last thing I wanted to do before she left. Taking her hand I slipped her wedding and engagement rings from her finger. There now you can go to your lover without any distraction. I am sure Jake will give you a ring to wear if he wants remember you are my slut wife but more importantly Jakes lover. A kiss on the cheek and she was gone.

Jane's affair with Jake has lasted for several years. Jane usually sleeps over at his house 2 or 3 nights a week. Jake stays at ours most weekends. He has his own front door key so that he can come and go as he pleases. From time to time Jake brings over corporate videos for me to watch but I never seemed to be able to stay awake through any of them. I must find out from Jake exactly what the research department does, I had heard rumours that it was to do with mind control for the military but we all know that is just pure science fiction.

Jane now wears an ornate gold ring Jake gave her on her wedding finger. Her wedding and engagement rings have not been out of her Jewellery box since the day I took them off her finger. As time passed everyone seemed to be aware they were lovers. They exchanged Christmas cards I gave them a Joint card, which they reciprocated. Friends sent them joint invites to parties and an individual one to me. I saw nothing wrong with our arrangement and got quite used to sleeping in the spare room on a regular basis and tossing myself off for sexual relief. At Jakes request, Jane has thrown out all her bras and panties. She only wears short skirts or dresses. Stockings that are either self support or attached to a garter belt are also the norm. She has been back to the piercing and tattoo parlour, she now sports a little black bull on her left shoulder with Jake in small print underneath. 

Since watching the last corporate video I have been trying to encourage Jane to come off the pill. After all, it would make our family complete to have a little one and it would be impolite for Jake not to be the biological Father. I have also suggested to Jane that it would be good to renew our wedding vows...well she should with Jake, I would be happy to take the place of her late father and give her away...but as they say that's another story.



His Lover's Secret



"I can't help but wonder about you," Michael whispered as he watched Emma sleep. 

He'd met her a month ago at a nightclub and they'd hit it off immediately. He was disappointed to learn, however, she never went out during the day. She had a night job, she rarely got out of bed before eight p.m. and was in bed by no later than seven a.m. the next morning.

He didn't want to believe what his gut had been telling him, but after being with her for a month, he just knew. She'd never said anything to him about her lifestyle and he'd also noticed she'd rarely eat. He'd never seen her fangs, nor had she ever fed from him, but he was convinced she was a vampire.

She stirred and her eyes opened. She turned on her back to face him. "You can't help but wonder what?" she asked, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Even in the dark room, he could see the love shining in her dark eyes.

Michael swallowed hard and prepared himself for her answer. "Are you a vampire?"

Emma smiled, showing just a hint of her fangs. "Yes. Does that bother you?"

"Actually, no." He rolled to his back then swung his feet over the bed and stood. Turning, he glanced down at her, not caring he was stark naked. "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me before now."

Emma pulled the sheet around her and got out of bed. She walked around to the other side so she was facing him. "I didn't know how you'd react, Michael. I didn't want to tell you for fear of losing you."

"But you had to know I'd find out sooner or later."

"How did you figure it out?"

"We've never gone out during the day. You're rarely awake during daylight hours. If you are, it's not for very long and your curtains and shades are always drawn." He reached for his boxers which had been haphazardly tossed on a chair beside the bed when they'd gotten back to her apartment earlier. "When we do go out at night, you rarely eat."

"Those things wouldn't lead you to believe I was a vampire. Lots of people are night owls."

"Night owls yes, but not many people sleep from sunup to sundown." Michael pulled her into his arms. Kissing the top of her head, he realized it didn't matter she was a vampire. He'd already fallen in love with her in the short time they'd been dating. 

Emma buried her face in his chest. "So you're not angry with me?"

He pulled away and turned her face up to his. He planted a tender kiss on her sweet lips. "No. I could never be angry with you, Emma." He kissed her again. "I love you."

"Y – you love me?"

"Yes. I think I've loved you from the moment we met. I knew there was something different about you, but I didn't care. You snagged my heart and I don't want you to let it go."

Emma sighed. "I love you too, Michael. I'd been going to the nightclub we met at for weeks. I saw you there all the time and fell in love with you long before we ever met face-to-face."

Michael sat down on the bed and tugged her into his lap. "So tell me, how long have you been a vampire?"

Emma chuckled. "Only twenty-eight years. I was born a vampire. My parents, however, are another story. They met in the 1500s. Dad was a vampire when he met mom. They fell in love and he turned her. I can't even tell you the number of brothers and sisters I have."

"Holidays must be fun, huh?"

"Oh they are. Other than being vampires, we're a pretty normal family. We celebrate birthdays and holidays just like everyone else." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Oddly enough, only two of my siblings have married mortals."

"Really? Only two?"

"Yeah. Most of my family lives in Europe. Seems the vampire population is larger and more accepted in certain parts there. The two who married mortals live here in the states. One in Boston and the other in L.A."

"And your siblings never turned their spouses?"

"Not as far as I know."

"So, can I ask you something else, Emma?"

"Sure." She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes, content with the love and acceptance she saw there. She leaned in and kissed him. "You can ask me anything."

"Will you turn me?"

Of all the things she'd expected him to ask, that wasn't it. Elation, shock and fear ran through her. "What? Why?"

"Because I love you. I want us to be together always, Emma." He smiled down at her. "Unless you don't want to turn me."

"Oh, it's not that, Michael." She chewed on her lower lip indecisively. "It's just that I've never turned anyone before. I've heard the transition can be painful. I've also heard that for some, it can lead to death."

"Well, vampires are the undead anyway, right?"

"Most are, yes. Some, like me who were born vampires, are a bit more vulnerable and they can die. If I turned you, you'd have those same vulnerabilities."

"Emma, I don't care. I want this. I want you. For always."

She sighed and slid off his lap. Pulling the sheet from around herself she took a step toward him and pushed him back onto the mattress. She reached for the waistband of his boxers and brought them down, over his knees then his ankles and tossed them over her shoulder. Straddling his thighs, she reveled in the feeling of his erection brushing against her.

Emma leaned over him and grazed his neck with her fangs. She lapped at the spot with her tongue and felt him shiver beneath her. "I've also heard if I turn you while we make love, the pleasure we both feel will be like nothing we've ever felt before."

Michael didn't think it was possible, but his cock got harder just thinking of Emma piercing the flesh of his neck and drinking her fill from him, changing him to one of her kind. "I'll risk the consequences of the pain, Emma. Do it."

He turned his head to the side, giving her free access to his neck while guiding is raging erection slowly into her. When he was fully inside her, he began moving his hips in a lazy rhythm. Emma still seemed uncertain. He could feel her kissing his neck and her breathing became erratic.

"Do it, Emma. Turn me while I fuck you."

His words spurred her on. If he was willing, she couldn't see a reason not to. She'd wanted to turn him from the day they'd met and now was her chance. Michael is strong, she thought. He'll survive, I know he will.

"Make sure this is what you want, Michael. We'll be mates for life." When he held her tighter and told her again to do it, she increased her pace, meeting him thrust for thrust. Lowering her head again, she lapped at the vein in his neck. Her orgasm loomed dangerously close. She wanted to time it just right.

When she felt his hands grip her hips tighter and his body tense, she closed her mouth over the vein, piercing it with her fangs. Her orgasm hit and she was blinded by the pleasure of it while Michael's blood flowed into her mouth.

She was vaguely aware of Michael crying out her name while he filled her with his seed. His entire body shook through his release and Emma could feel his heartbeat slowing. Only a few more seconds and he'd be dead. When she felt his body fall limp, she released his neck, lapped at the wound to close it and curled up against him. It would be a few minutes before he woke as a vampire. She raised her wrist to her mouth and pierced it, then brought it to Michael's mouth, letting her blood drip onto his tongue. 

Emma traced lazy circles on his chest, watching as his skin slowly paled under her touch. She could feel his slight breath against her hair and knew he was coming around. His breathing became deeper and she felt his arms wrap around her – different from how it felt just a few minutes before. He was no longer warm, his heart no longer beating in his chest.

She raised her head to look into his eyes, which were open and gazing at her. "How do you feel?"

"Incredible," he replied. "I felt you sucking my blood, I felt the life drain out of me, but then there was just peace. No pain."

She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm glad. I love you, Michael, my handsome vampire."

"And I love you, Emma, my mate for life."

"So what will you tell your family?"

"Nothing for now. This will be our little secret."

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This is just something that came to me a few days ago. I hope you enjoyed it. If not, be gentle with your feedback. Happy New Year everyone and thanks for reading. Keep an eye out for more stories coming soon.



His Loving Beauty



I'd just gotten back from the bookstore with some new intellectual material I was excited to explore. As I was finding the key to unlock my door, a deep voice from behind me asked, "Just moved in?"

I turned around to respond but I was caught off guard by the impressive physique of the man before me, which brought a smile to my face. I inhaled sharply through my nose in surprise and appreciation. "Yeah," I answered quietly. "Um, from Connecticut."

I had recently moved to North Carolina for the first real job of my career. The only real change the move had made in my life so far was geographic, since just like back home and at college I had few friends—none here as of yet—and mostly stayed in and entertained myself.

I quickly looked this stranger over, taking him all in. Physically, he was my dream man. It was obvious from his very well muscled body he worked out often; he wasn't so big that it was freaky, but he was seriously buffed and ripped. His developed chest stretched the white cotton of the T-shirt he was wearing, as did his thick hard biceps. On his right arm, a prominent vein traced down from his shoulder, running down the middle of his bicep, to the inside of his elbow. His shoulders were broad and strong, and looked oh-so cozy. I could see two dark tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt. Standing at least 6'5" tall, he seemed like a giant to me.

His face was just as strong and masculine as the rest of him. His eyes were deep and completely uncolored, just shining black. He had a neatly trimmed but full goatee and his jaw was very square. This combined nicely to give him a bit of a tough guy look which was mitigated by his current sly, confident smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. The man's head was shaved which worked perfectly for him. To top it all off, his skin was dark black, just a shade or two lighter than coal. While not exclusively attracted to them, I definitely have a special thing for black men.

I was very conscious of how important it was to not stare too long. After quickly absorbing the body of male perfection in front of me once more, I focused on his face again as he stepped closer and extended his right hand to me and said, "Cool. I'm Damon."

I'd always been rather awkward meeting new people, which is probably why I was still a lonely virgin at 23. The fact that I was already having sexual fantasies about this man was not helping my social ineptitude. I gave a quiet smile in an attempt to show friendliness, and I did my best to give him a manly handshake, struck by how small my hand looked in his. At first I didn't know what to say so I just stared nervously at our hands, which was awkward for us both. When I figured out what a normal person would do in this situation, I looked up at his eyes and replied, "Oh, uh, Eddy."

He smiled wider, "Good to meet you, Eddy." His grin was so disarming it made me smile back at him.

I let out a short, one-syllable giggle and said, "Thanks. You too."

Our hands disengaged from each other and I tried hard to maintain eye contact as he spoke, "So I guess you don't have any friends around here yet, huh?"

"Um, no, not really." It was really tough to not check out his body some more, but I managed for the most part. I was actually looking at the ground more than anything else. His stature was very intimidating even though he wasn't trying to be.

"If you wanna hang out some time that'd be cool. You like football?"

Not wanting to deny this dark incarnation of Adonis anything and in the hopes of actually spending time with him, I lied, "Uh, yeah!"

"Cool. I usually have some people over to watch the game. You wanna come this week?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!" I knew I was a bit over the top in showing my excitement, but I just couldn't help myself.

"Alright, I live right there," he pointed to the door diagonally across from mine. "See you then, Eddy," he said as he walked off.

I allowed myself to check out his butt and back as I mindlessly whispered, "Bye."

Once Damon disappeared into his apartment, I let myself into mine, got in bed and masturbated thinking about the sexy colossus I'd just met, and all the wonderful things I wished he would do to me. After I let myself glow from my climax, I of course had to go online to figure out when "the game" was.

After a couple weeks I was already spending time at Damon's often, along with his friends. Sometimes it was just to hang out, but it was usually to watch football. There were at least 5 to 10 other guys there every week for the game. But there were fewer (sometimes just the two of us!) if we were only hanging out.

Damon's living room was simple but comfortable. The back of the couch was up against the far wall. The 42" flat panel HDTV sat in a big entertainment center. In front of that was a coffee table, and in front of that was the two-seat sofa which was a few feet farther away from the TV than the couch.

Since he was so tall Damon liked to stretch out. He might sit up during a game if he was excited, but he usually took up the whole couch even though a few extra people would have to be less comfortable during the game. Since I was usually the first person there, I always got to sit on the sofa next to Damon's couch. I was late once but when I arrived, Damon made the guy in my spot stand so I could sit down because, "it's his spot," he said. I told them it's okay and that I didn't mind standing, but Damon insisted. It was so sweet I couldn't help but smile.

Damon was definitely the top dog of the group, even though at 27 he wasn't the oldest. They were all friendly with each other, but on occasion, I would notice each of them looking specifically for Damon's approval. They'd tell their stories to Damon. Their jokes were intended to make Damon laugh above all. They wanted to impress him more than anyone else in the group. And when Damon spoke, everyone's mouths closed and they all listened. I'm sure he noticed this, but he never made a big deal of it.

I was the only white guy of the group though and I'm really small too, so I felt out of place at first. I'm only 5'6" and since I'm not very athletic, I'd always had a skinny body. I have very short brown hair that lies forward, flat on my head. I've been told by a few girls that I have amazing brown eyes, so I'm proud I have at least that one appealing feature.

In contrast, most of Damon's friends were black, and there were 2 Latinos, but none of them were quite like Damon. Some were well built, and I eventually figured that they must have known Damon from the gym where he worked as a personal trainer. Still, none of them were even near as devastatingly sexy as Damon. The one who came in second place for looks must have been Tay.

Tay's only true positive attribute was his good looks. He wasn't built big like Damon, but he was more than toned. His skin was light brown and he had black shoulder-length braids surrounding a very "pretty boy" face and he knew it. Other than being easy on the eyes, he was nothing special. He'd gotten by on his looks alone way too much in his life. He had very little character, wasn't very bright, and was just generally uninteresting. He was also flat out arrogant, unlike Damon who had very justifiable confidence in himself.

Hanging out with Damon was great, but there were downsides to the relationship, too. His friends frequently made it clear how they felt about gay people, or as they called us, "fags". Damon didn't join in on that as much as the others, but there were several instances where even he said some hurtful things. One of them once told a cruel joke about gays and after hearing it, Damon laughed and outright said that he hated fags. It hurt me a lot, probably much more than it should have, and I had to quickly make an excuse to leave because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from tearing up. Looking back, it was probably obvious I was upset and I'd guess it made some of them suspicious of my sexuality if they weren't already. I wasn't sure how much thought went into Damon's declaration, but it didn't matter.

Even though he'd moved into the city, he still held onto this ugly bigotry from his upbringing in a southern Baptist family and town. He wasn't religious at all, but this was something he picked up not only at church, but at school, home, from friends, adults, everyone. He was taught from a very young age that you're supposed to hate fags. He wasn't stupid though, and I didn't understand why he hadn't overcome this bigotry already. It was hard to reconcile his intelligence with that attitude. I assumed he'd just never been challenged, by himself or anyone else, to contemplate those views.

Damon was very clever and often had me in fits of laughter from his witty commentary. He was really very intelligent and truly thought for himself. He had big ideas for both his own life and the world around him. He wasn't afraid to be ambitious, and I respected that. It was more for these reasons than his looks that I quickly developed a crush on Damon as well as my first meaningful friendship with him despite his ignorant attitude toward gay people. But I'd gotten to know him pretty well, and it was clear to me he was a good guy deep down. He had a big heart, full of empathy toward others.

I wasn't ashamed of my sexuality, but I was still very much in the closet. I'd never told anyone, not even my family because they were just too conservative and distant. I really did want to come out though. I even ordered a book that I thought might be able to help me.

Some of the details hit really close to home. The author wrote about homophobic "friends," and gave advice on whether or not to come out to them, depending on the situation. He also talked about suicidal thoughts, something I still struggled with sometimes. I related to it so much that it started to stir up too many bad emotions. It was too much for me so I had to just bookmark the page and put it down.

The fact that I was the only white guy would have made me a bit of an outsider to the rest of the group if Damon hadn't taken to standing up for me. The others picked on me sometimes, playfully, and I'd feel awkward and embarrassed, even though they all did it to each other too. Sometimes they'd imply that I was gay or something, and that made me really nervous. Damon would always step up to my defense though, putting my harasser on the spot. But one day, it went much farther than that.

I'd known him for a little more than 5 months when I was hanging out at Damon's with him and Tay. We were watching ESPN, some analysis show. I was on the sofa, and Tay was to my left. Damon was in his usual spot stretching out, his legs up on the couch. The white T-shirt and gym shorts he was wearing fit loosely on his body. I was stealing quick casual glances of his body like I'd done in the past sometimes. Usually I was very careful when checking him out, and I didn't do it too often, but when his arms bent and tucked under his head on the arm of the couch, I took a bit more liberty than usual. I didn't turn my head, shifting only my eyes over to Damon's body. I figured Tay was too wrapped up in the show to notice me anyway.

I admit it, I have a bit of a thing for armpits, and seeing Damon's hairy underarm just below his huge bicep had me entranced. I was really enjoying the view, and I figured I could just soak it up for a few more peaceful seconds before it became obvious.

Suddenly, I was torn all too soon and all too roughly from the paradise my eyes were vacationing in. Tay, voice full of disgust, boomed out loudly and directly into my ear, "You a faggot or something?!"

His accusation shocked me, my whole face and ears now colored dark red I'm sure. I turned a little bit to look at him, and he pulled away from me a bit to the other side of the sofa, glaring at me with anger and revulsion. I was really scared, terrified. I visibly shook, trying not to cry. My heart raced, I began sweating, and my breathing hitched. I was prepared to swear in his Lord's name to my heterosexuality. I tried to think of something that would easily explain my gazing, wanting to refute the charge before Damon figured out what I was.

Before I could get a word out, I heard a shout from my right, "What the fuck, dude?"

I shifted my eyes to the coffee table in front of me. Just like that, I'd already lost the will to proclaim my innocence. I just wanted to get out of there, for my safety. As I tried to get an explanation out of my slightly open mouth, I heard Damon sit up on the couch. I froze completely, paralyzed by fear.

"What? He's a faggot! I saw him checking you out while you weren't looking. He couldn't take his eyes off you, man."

Damon sounded incredulous and annoyed, "Shut the fuck up, Tay."

Tay stood up and pointed at my face, accusing me again, "No, man! It's true! The fag was fuckin' pervin' on you!"

Damon stood up too and took a step forward to within a foot of Tay, now standing directly in front of me. I again avoided looking at either of them by forcing my gaze down to my lap where my hands held each other. "Don't call him that!" Damon yelled. His shouts were already very aggressive, and he was using that, as well as his impressive height, to intimidate Tay. And it was working. Tay was stepping back away from Damon repeatedly and Damon closed the short distance each time.

"Listen, dude! You got a fag in your—"

Damon interjected very loudly, "I told you to quit callin' him that!" and stuck the forefinger of his right hand squarely in front of Tay's eyes, as he breathed heavily and loomed over the slightly younger guy.

"But, dude!" Tay implored. "I'm your friend and he's a fucking queer!"

"What'd I say!" Damon's right hand sharply reminded Tay with a quick slap to the whole left side of his face. Damon's hand then swiftly resumed its stance stiffly in front of Tay's eyes, index finger extended.

Tay grunted, totally surprised, "Eurgh! Shit!" as his left hand went up to his face to soothe the stinging pain, and his right arm went up to his chest defensively, as he cowered a little. He pulled back again but not very far. His instinct was telling him he was way out of his league in this fight, but his ego wouldn't let him submit completely.

"Damon... Dude..." Tay tried yet again. He put his arms out in front of him and opened his palms, trying to convince the much stronger man. "I'm telling you, man. He was looking right at your pits! You should be beatin' the shit outta him, not me! He's the faggot!"

"Ahh!" Tay's scream was so loud it scared me a little bit. He was sent sprawling to the ground with such force that he slid a few inches on the hard wood floor slamming his head into the wall. He wrapped both his arms around his head, trying to protect himself. Between his arms he looked up at Damon fearfully, breathing hard through his clenched teeth. His face screwed up in what was obviously extreme pain, and I think I saw tears too.

Damon advanced toward Tay quickly, and based on his body language and what I could see of his face, he looked intensely angry, like he was controlled by rage. I was worried about what he might do so I stood and pleaded "Damon, don't hurt him! Please!" I'd never seen him so mad or the slightest bit violent. I didn't know how far he might go.

Damon paused shortly, took a quick deep breath, and then as he leaned down to grab Tay by the arm, he muttered, "Fuckin' piece of shit."

As he was dragged to his feet and toward the door, Tay struggled a little bit, trying to pull his arm out of the strong grip, but he was not released until he was shoved onto the outdoor stairway landing, stumbling to the ground again.

"Bitch..." Damon sneered before closing and locking the door.

I didn't know if my plea had an effect on Damon, but I was glad he didn't do anything that would get him in trouble. I sat down and kept watching him.

He turned around, shaking his head. His chest was still heaving, pushing out his very hard and prominent pectoral muscles and then letting them retract. He was coming off the adrenaline racing through his huge body. Some of his veins bulged more obviously than normal, most noticeably in his biceps which were now stretching out the sleeves of his shirt. I realized he was looking right at me so I immediately turned away from him.

"Fuck!" I chided myself. I shifted on the sofa, facing forward again. Clueless as to what I should do, my eyes wandered around the room, fixating on random objects, anything that wasn't in Damon's direction. "Tay was right. I am a faggot! This man stands up for me and all I can do is start checking him out again. Fuck I'm stupid!" Out of nervousness, the middle and index finger of my left hand were clenched by my right hand, thumbs lightly stroking each other and my other fingers.

When Damon sat down next to me I had to look down at my hands again, trying to soothe myself. I was still very afraid. His proximity to me just made it worse. I know I was trembling a lot, almost violently.

He tenderly placed his right hand on my left shoulder. He spoke in a deep gentle voice, "Sorry 'bout all that."

I stayed quiet.

"You okay?" he asked. "You're shakin' like crazy." His hand started gently massaging my shoulder. 

"I don't know why he was saying those things," I stammered.

"It's okay dude. Don't worry about it."

I turned to look at him for a moment and sounding desperate, I lied as convincingly as I could, "But I'm not gay, I swear."

He laughed, "I know, Eddy." He smiled for a second and then his face became somewhat serious as if he was suddenly considering the possibility, but he didn't say anything about it.

"I should probably go." I started to get up but his strong hand held me down.

"Aw, come on man. Don't be like that. Just chill out. Quit shaking like that."

"Um, okay I guess." I didn't have much of a choice so I just settled back down on the sofa.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Damon sat next to me and we kept watching TV. He talked to me a little bit about what happened and told me not to worry about it, that it was no big deal. I eventually calmed down, my body stopped shaking, and I tried to enjoy myself.

A few days later, Damon asked me to go see a newly released documentary with him, and I agreed. We decided we'd leave at 7:00 PM, and I heard a knock on my door around 6:40. It was Damon arriving early of course.

I noticed he was looking especially sexy that night. He had a gold link chain hanging from his neck under his very tight white T-shirt. He was also wearing a leather belt around his waist in the loops of the black jeans that clung so nicely to his strong legs.

He was really early and I wasn't quite ready so I let him inside. As he came in, I realized it must have been months since he last set foot in my apartment. Damon's place was much better suited to entertain company so we always spent our time there.

I told him I just needed to do a few more things and then I'd be ready to go. With a smile he told me "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

I rushed off to my room to finish getting ready. I shaved the thin amount of facial hair I had which was near invisible, but I liked the smooth feeling. Then I brushed my teeth, and changed into some clothes suitable for going out, just a pair of khakis and a light blue T-shirt.

After no more than 10 minutes I headed back to the front door to get my shoes. As I came around the corner, I saw Damon sitting on the arm of my loveseat. He had his head down, right hand covering his eyes, and I could tell there was something in his left hand behind his leg, but I couldn't make it out.

As I was passing by him I stopped and asked, "Damon? What's wrong?" I heard the concern in my own voice and I touched his shoulder lightly, trying to console him.

I noticed that it was one of my bookmarks he was holding, and then I looked to my little end table where the coming out book I'd bought was sitting. I knew I put it back in my bookcase so it was obvious what had happened. I realized he now knew my secret, and all those feelings I had when Tay found me out rushed back.