1 comments/ 16234 views/ 1 favorites A Birthday Love Feast By: EricLand Chapter One This is a story that involves an extraordinary true-to-life woman and an extraordinary make-believe after-dinner birthday party. It's a truth and fiction tale. It's about a very special woman who receives a very special outpouring of love and lust – some of which actually happened to this real lady and some of which is a figment of my imagination. This woman's name is Judy and she's beautiful, interesting, and a joy to be around. This month she reaches her 70th year, yet many women much younger than her would "die for" her shapely figure and firmness of skin. Casual acquaintances believe she's in her early fifties. Judy appears younger because of her "fountain of youth" genes that she inherited; a commitment to a moderate regimen of regular diet and exercise, and inner qualities that radiate a zest for life. Her honesty and ready sense of humor add to her youthfulness and help make her altogether a fascinating woman. I've adored this single woman for thirty years, despite the fact that I'm married. In fact, she's the love of my life – we have so much in common. Within the context of this blended biographical and fairy-tale story, there are events and activities that Judy is involved in that may be unacceptable for many. But her lesbian life and my sexual fantasies aren't shared to obtain acceptance from such people. These things I've written are to primarily help us remember some of the highlights of our life together that were so enjoyable – and to let her know how I want to further develop our sex life. She and I have long believed placing restrictions on the where and how of lovemaking is wrong when people are fully committed to each other. Love is only partially fulfilled if a body and mind capable of giving aren't freely shared. After all, they bring forth the most intimate of human experiences. The challenge before Judy was whether or not she would receive the fullness of the gift by giving herself in pleasure to more than one loved person at a time. ***** I met this lovely, supportive, and intelligent lady back in the spring of 1978 when she was 39 years old. I introduced myself to her at a business function just after we'd been promoted to senior level management positions. Before coming to the company she had been an actress in television and the theater, a banker of sorts, and president of a consumer affairs association. From that point on, we became friends. And then despite my marriage and her romantic involvement with another person we found ourselves sexually attracted to each other. My marital situation is a subject for another time but her relationship is germane to this story. The truth is that her involvement was with a woman - a much older woman – and I didn't know about Judy in that way for perhaps 15 years. As improbable as this appears it was plausible. We couldn't see each other all that much socially, and never on weekends. I was committed to a dead marriage because of my children and strong religious convictions. And she created "Dan," a fictitious boyfriend who stayed with her in Manhattan twice a week and with whom she visited on weekends in Connecticut. Our personal get-togethers were at after-hour dates in New York City and during free times at conventions and meetings. Anyway, when she was 26 years old, Judy, now a lesbian for about seven years; fell in love with a strong, formerly married woman. Her name is Jean, and she was a successful designer and entrepreneur of clothing accessories and promotional items. Judy told me, soon after I learned about their relationship, that if Jean had been a man she would have married her. Prior to the time Judy fell under the spell of girls and especially Jean, she flirted sexually, to a point, with boys in high school. She continued doing so off and on during her college years, even though she was very fearful of getting pregnant. Part of the reason for this phobia was that her mother used to say, "Don't let them touch you down there, you'll get pregnant." However, a smitten boy back home during one of her college breaks got her excited and she threw caution to the winds. He went as far as inserting a piece of his manhood into her femaleness. But he withdrew it because he wanted to wait until they were married (which didn't happen). That was as close as she got to consummated sex with men until she met me. In their place, she decided that girls were the best way to gratify her pressing sexual desires. Apparently, masturbation wasn't the answer back then, and so as she started college she began to desire the sexual attention of females. The come-on of Sandy, a girl student a couple of years older than Judy, triggered her very first full-fledged orgasm. When it happened it totally thrilled her. She was attending a school near Boston, Massachusetts. Their fling led to other lesbian sex for Judy with several different college girls she met as a summer camp counselor. Right after college, she met Lenore, an older woman, while on vacation with her current lover. Sparks flew and they carried on an affair with each other from one of the Caribbean islands. Judy told me that she loved the orgasms she experienced from the passion and the touches of women's lips, tongues, and fingers. Interestingly, she really didn't like to return the favor, although, of course, she did – she felt obligated. For Judy, cunnilingus on others was seldom fulfilling, finding it distasteful at times. But she did so in response to what they gave her, particularly when they focused their passion on the gap and its surrounding folds located between her legs. At the time she met Jean, a bi-sexual, she had recently moved to New York City from Ohio. Now a college graduate who found acting in college a delight, she began looking for acting work. She was in a deteriorating relationship with Peggy, a woman she met during her schooldays in Boston. Jean lived weekdays in the same Manhattan apartment building and on the same floor as they did. Judy found her attractive and said yes when Jean invited her to spend the evening in her apartment. Jean told her to change into something more comfortable and Judy returned in pajamas. They had sex that night, and the way Jean handled the lovemaking and herself hooked Judy. She decided soon after that this was the love partner for her. Their somewhat unique lifetime partnership began after Judy broke up with Peggy and moved alone to a rented apartment in 1965. Jean and she didn't live together, except for two nights a week in Manhattan at Judy's place and weekends in Jean's home up in Connecticut. And during vacations, of course. They kept that arrangement almost until Jean's death in 1992. It was, in some ways, an open relationship. For years afterwards, Jean, the bi-sexual, occasionally bedded men or toyed with them; a few times with Judy watching. For a brief period early in the relationship she also saw different women. Judy didn't really object, apparently believing Jean's sexual needs with others didn't weaken their bond. Eventually, Jean stopped playing around with other women - until Judy met me some 14 years later. She had to tell Jean about us, as you shall soon learn in this story. Though sympathetic to her attraction to a man, Jean, a well-known woman in New York City lesbian circles, disliked this turn of events and, in response, took the opportunity to again seek out sexual pleasure with other women. Again, Judy accepted this. Judy was mesmerized by Jean. She told me that Jean was so good at getting her aroused. Over the years, they often made love three times a day and, best of all; Jean didn't always require oral reciprocity. She only "mouthed" Jean when she asked for it or because Judy was in the mood and wanted to delight her in this way. Jean's sexual technique was passionate and directing. After she brought Judy to an exciting climax, Judy would usually then induce Jean's sexual pleasure by fingering and stroking and kissing her erogenous zones, which included focusing on her smallish breasts. Doing these things made Jean extremely wet, to the point that her love juices literally oozed out of her. Judy told me she once watched a man fondle Jean and soon saw a dark spot of wetness spreading in the crotch of her heavy woolen slacks! I've asked Judy to be more specific and detailed in explaining what they did during sex. Because I'm curious by nature – and a man - I'd ask her to tell me, lick by lick and kiss by kiss, not only what she did with Jean but what she did with the other women she had. Judy says she really can't remember many specifics. She said that in the days with the college girls, the Caribbean lady, and Jean, she was focused primarily on her own orgasms. Everything else was incidental – the means to the end. So much so, she doesn't recall what they did or she did beyond generalities. My knowledge of lesbian life tells me that women make love to each other virtually the same way men make love to women. Their passions are just as intense. All they lack is a cock and, if that bothers them, a hand dildo or strap-on can do the trick. Certainly, they use their fingers and lips similarly to arouse each other. However, women are usually more effective than men in pleasing their women partners, though I believe I'm an exception for reasons I can't fully explain. From what I've learned, Jean was the lead lover most often. In my imagination, I can see Judy and Jean in a bedroom in New York or Connecticut; each undressing themselves in preparation for sex. Knowing Jean's proclivity, I visualize her wanting, at times, to undress young Judy. Jean's appetite for her body was strong; perhaps slipping off Judy's bra and panties increased her cravings. Now and then, I've wondered what was in Jean's head as she looked down on Judy each time they began to make love. I suppose they would have already been fondling and kissing each other, but now here was a much younger woman in all ripeness waiting to receive Jean's hands and fingers and lips and tongue – maybe even a hand dildo. With Judy eagerly awaiting her ministrations, Jean sees two breasts larger than her own, a fuller bush of pubic hair, and a small wiggly and parting crevice - all to ravish in any way she wished. I imagine she could hardly wait to take her, because she knows how responsive Judy always is to her caresses. I'm sure Jean loved to savor Judy's love spots no less than Judy loved them to be savored. My imagination tells me that, on occasion, perhaps they straddled over each other's faces to intensify and gratify their sexual hunger. Or they loved in the "69" position so they could pleasure each other at the same time. Maybe they even rubbed their swelling cunts together in scissor-like fashion. All of this done as a means to add more sparkle to their love life. Whatever they did, I'm certain Judy loved the sensations caused by Jean's passionate touches – and vice versa. From the little information Judy has told me about the specifics of their sex acts, clearly they treasured exploring and allowing, tasting and feeling, giving and taking, knowing that their way of lovemaking came without the possibility of pregnancy. In my mind, I can see Jean and Judy entangled in ardor; hands and lips touching the other everywhere as they brought their arousal levels up to the boiling point. I imagine Judy enjoyed feeling Jean's slender and naked body, especially when she lay under her in a sensual embrace. I can also see them side by side kissing, as their hands reached around and squeezed and probed each other's cheeks and anus. I can visualize them pulling slightly away after a while to better reach each other's breasts and wet and waiting cunt. And then I picture one of them going on her back to help bring the rituals of their erotic love to a climax - rites that gave them physical and emotional joy for so many years. They were of kindred spirit, despite the 20 year age difference, and could practically read each other's mind. They loved to make love and they loved to do other things together. They spent parts of every winter down in Palm Beach in a condo they jointly purchased from Judy's parents, who had moved up the road on Ocean Boulevard to a larger place. Good times abounded for them as they also traveled abroad and occasionally socialized in the lesbian community at restaurants and parties. They also enjoyed staying at home, whether in Manhattan or Greenwich. Judy recalled that once, late in their relationship, they were sitting in Jean's country house having dinner in the dining room. Judy happened to look up at Jean and saw blatant lust in her eyes. Without saying a word, both stopped eating and went into the bedroom. They threw off their clothes; got in bed naked with Judy on her back and Jean at her side. After a few preliminaries, Jean moved down on her stomach to Judy's wetness and began the finale of female arousal and orgasmic pleasure. Judy's lust for Jean followed and was soon satisfied. After Jean died at age 72, Judy's sexual interest in women ended. Our relationship probably helped change her orientation, but she also said that her attraction to females would have been over long before I met her if Jean hadn't been in her life. Despite the 30 plus years spent in the lesbian world, she always liked looking discreetly at a man's crotch to see if his "unit" (her word for male genitals) caused a bulge in his pants - she still does. Jean understood this fixation and in a way encouraged her. Once, she brought Judy into a situation where they sat in a gay man's living room watching him masturbate. Another time, Jean invited her to a threesome with a straight man – Jean's gynecologist - but after Judy got into bed nude she changed her mind. Such recreational sex with a relative stranger – particularly a man - didn't really appeal to her. But taking on the role of a voyeur as Jean dealt with her men on occasion was another matter – this she enjoyed. Judy was 52 years old when she lost Jean - a time when I was struggling with guilt about our relationship, so she was alone. But despite our separation, Judy wasn't willing to go looking for a man; he would somehow have to appear and make the moves. Since she wasn't traveling in heterosexual circles it was a challenge. She told me after we got back together that she tried forgetting about me by allowing a long-time casual male friend to put her to bed. He entered her, but before he could ejaculate she stopped him. She decided while underneath him that he wasn't making it happen, and this was the whole point of the exercise. At the time of our reunion, Judy also admitted to me that "Dan" wasn't real. She said, "Since Jean's death, there's no need for this charade of mine to continue. Besides, I want to be honest with you about my past sexuality." Frankly, I wasn't totally surprised by her confession. Before we broke up, I had been watching her move around her apartment without any clothes on. I remember asking her if she did the same in front of her boyfriend "Dan." Her answer caused me to wonder. She replied, "He hates when I walk around like this." I don't think there is a healthy-minded man in this world that wouldn't enjoy looking at a pretty and naked woman going to and fro in front of him. I was glad that "Dan" didn't exist. Looking back, I realize her admission changed the tilt of our relationship from lust for her body and love for who she was to loving her first. Sex actually became better because love was now paramount. Chapter Two I'm getting ahead of the story, so we go back to when we met. Our on agains and off agains, and now, happily, on again love story started in the summer of 1978. She agreed to have dinner with me (my job gave me the freedom to stay in the city after business hours). As we were returning to her apartment in a cab, I leaned over and kissed her; her lips were like "steel." After a very pleasant evening, I was surprised at such resistance to a social kiss. Unfortunately, I caused one of her gold earrings to fall off without our knowledge. It wasn't a very auspicious beginning. However, despite that incident, we liked each other and began to have cocktail and dinner dates. Now goodnight kisses became more pleasant. After several months, I started prolonging them. Besides the enjoyment of lingering kisses, it gave me opportunity to feel the sides of her perfectly endowed breasts with my hands as they pressed fully against my chest. It's not an exaggeration to say that it was a marvelous feeling. Eventually, our hellos became sensual too. In fact, they became even more sensual. When she'd open her apartment door to let me in, we'd embrace. As we kissed, Judy would move against my body so that both of us could feel each other's "charms." Absolutely enchanting! Her sweater girl looks, public modesty, underlining sexuality, and sophistication are some more of the compelling reasons why I found Judy so attractive. Adding further to the mix is her love of elegance and awareness of things going on in business and politics. All of her attributes and qualities captivated me, and ratcheted up my libido to heights not known before. Incidentally, in the art of girl-watching I focus on women over 30 years of age. I'm primarily a breast and leg man, appreciating the look of well-proportioned breasts and nicely turned ankles of a nicely dressed lady. Since Judy belongs in this category, I love to walk with her. She holds my arm and I feel the fullness of a breast as we do. It always makes me aware of her undeniable femininity. As a girl-watcher, I also check out the derriere of a woman to see if its contour is showing through her clothes. Love that too. With discretion, I frequently pat Judy there, primarily because she has never routinely worn a panty girdle and I love its softness. This gesture not only stimulates me; it's a sign of affection, telling Judy that in this way I'm indicating she's my woman, and so I have the absolute right. In late 1979, at a company function away from New York, the friendly relationship being developed went way beyond social "petting." It happened when we were part of a group of people who gathered in the hotel bar after our meetings. We had a lot to drink, so when the party ended and it was late, I offered to escort Judy to her room. She accepted, and we left with several people saying goodnight to us. In the elevator on our way, I kissed her and then eased my tongue into her mouth; she returned the compliment. Upon arriving, she offered me a night cap. I accepted, and we sat for a few minutes. I got up to leave, and then I couldn't help myself. She was wearing a sweater over her skirt. I lifted the sweater and unclasped her bra strap in almost one motion. Two of the loveliest breasts I ever saw came into view. They were at least a 34C size, full and round and firm, with beautiful little pink nipples in the midst of lightly tinted areolas. I kissed them and seem to remember that she moaned and I began to get hard. We went no further because I worried about staying too long. I thought it possible that some of the people from the party would be still around and see me leaving her room much later than a simple good night at the door would normally take. That's my head; sometimes it causes bumps on the road of our lovemaking. Why she found me attractive when she loved a woman I don't know. Of course, I didn't realize this at the time. She didn't seem bi-sexual (whatever that means), though I guess it's not possible to have continuing sex with a woman and a man simultaneously and not be so defined. All I know is that she's strictly a man's girl now. In fact, I sense that Judy, to some extent, regrets her lesbian past. Fortunately, she doesn't dwell on it. I can't fully explain our mutual attraction. Sure, sex plays a big part – it does to this day. But, over time, we became the best of friends. We know much of what makes each of us happy. She's familiar with my thinking and - as a sexually minded woman - with every part of my body. I know her everyday spirit very well too, and the sizes and shapes of her anatomy that go way beyond her breast, waist, and hip measurements. We like and love each other, just as husbands and wives often do. A Birthday Love Feast Almost 30 years ago, despite that college escapade, Judy was technically a virgin when we finally "cemented" our relationship. Actually, our first very intimate sexual encounter was weeks earlier, and it was mostly oral - I "ate" her hungrily – until I decided to finger her – and I did vigorously in the heat of that moment. We were sitting on the couch in her New York City apartment on East 65th Street hugging and touching each other. Taking her hand we went into the bedroom. I reached around and loosened her skirt. She stepped out and I pushed her gently down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and I pulled off her pantyhose. Before she knew what was happening, I began to fondle what she calls her "Front." It was moist; my touchings made it very wet. Spreading her legs, she invited me in, but I was unwilling. My ego at the time wouldn't allow me to have cock sex with her in the same bed that "Dan" was using. I also had another commitment, so there was no time for orgasms. Days later, I learned my fingering broke Judy's hymen (she told me it was an interior wall cut that needed cauterizing). She asked Jean, who I only knew as one of Judy's friends, to take her to the hospital to stop the bleeding. About a month afterwards, at a company convention in the Century Plaza Hotel in Los Angeles, the magical moment did occur. She opened up her exquisite, luscious-looking mound of femininity to my manliness. This time, I had completely undressed her and she was lying nude on the bed. I'd been kissing her, starting at her face and moving downward, stopping here and there. When I licked the locus of her sexuality my own center was throbbing in its hardness. I rose up; she put a condom on me (little did I know that it was her first time) and I went into her body stiffened with desire. My physical feelings when taking Judy in this way aren't easy to express. The closest I can come to describing this lovely time is to say that once I was at her entrance, my cock began striving to get past the folds of her labia to get inside. Sensing my need, she used her fingers to open herself a little wider and so resistance faded; wetness and warmth surrounded my maleness as I moved inward, ending up with feelings of a marvelous sensual tightness and sense of triumph. Her body felt so soft and curvaceous as I lay on top of her. Thrusting in and out as she encircled my body with her legs (at my request) made this a glorious experience. In about ten minutes it brought an eruption and I climaxed – oh did I climax! It was divine. Judy told me she loved it. I couldn't have agreed more. She then asked me to move my mouth to her cunt. I did, and within 15 minutes or so, proceeded to bring her to the pinnacle of pleasure too. My typical orgasm, by the way, consists of a number of involuntary contractions for about 15 seconds, each bringing an extremely pleasurable sensation to the head of my cock. As I'm about to cum, I'm vaguely conscious of jolts of semen going up through the shaft from my testicles a moment before the creamy fluid begins spurting out of the slit at the top. I crave orgasms and my thoughts about them occupy my mind every day. If we're not together (that happens more often than not), and my male need becomes too strong, I'll masturbate. As I stroke myself I never fantasize about other women – only Judy. Although, frankly, I have envisioned a woman making love to Judy at times – many men love such a scenario. Contractions for Judy last longer. She typically has multiple orgasms – usually two; if very excited, three and sometimes four. She has both internal (vaginal) and external (clitoral) orgasms depending on how she's aroused. They are explosive and her responses to them bring on noises from her that can only be described as yells and shouts of ecstasy. I know when the last orgasm ends because as I continue working her clitoris with my tongue she'll shudder, because it's now become painfully sensitive. Judy likes me to penetrate her any way I want. Apart from fellatio, we usually do it in the traditional "missionary" and "doggie" positions. "Just go inside me," she says. But so far she's never had an orgasm when my I shoot my sperm into her. It could be because of me; at times my erections are unstable. Undoubtedly, I need to remain hard longer. But, maybe it's also because that's the way she is. I know that when she masturbates or I "go down" on her, or I use a vibrator as part of my oral lovemaking, she almost always has an "O," which is her euphemism for an orgasm. Despite this situation, Judy says the pleasures she receives when I'm inside of her are marvelous, even though there's no ultimate pleasure. I don't mean to suggest that I'm marvelous, but rather that my cock movement naturally gratifies her. Cumming or not, cock penetration is generally wonderful, and grants feelings that neither Judy nor any woman can wholly convey to their man. I know Judy is happy because her body seems to melt into mine as this is going on. She can't - and doesn't - define her feelings to me because words are truly insufficient to express such basic emotions. When our naked bodies are entwined, joined as one by cock and cunt, we just cannot adequately explain what we are feeling. That we love what we're doing is beyond question. But language is limited when addressing sexual responses and desires. I give you a-for-instance. She says she loves feeling my arms and legs and back as I manhandle her ("they are so strong and defined"); she loves the thickness of my cock as she holds it and she loves the touch of my tongue and lips when they go to certain parts of her body. But only she knows what her nerve endings are accurately saying. I can't completely appreciate her sensations nor can I fully describe mine to her. Intimacies like these can only be felt, not explained. Listen, penetrating love is like no other pleasure, especially when it's open and giving. Sex at its core is really indescribable. You may be interested in knowing that the unaroused size of Judy's gap opening is small - only a little more than an inch long. When she's turned on, the interior is enlarged but the length of her crevice is altered, creating, in effect, an even smaller entrance because the folds of her labia swell. Though it's naturally elastic, no cock, until mine, had made it larger. Yes, in college a portion of a cock went into her one time for a moment or so – but it didn't do any permanent stretching. So, it was difficult for my average length, but rather thick cock, to slide in and out easily despite her wetness. For a time I had to ration the use of it. If I penetrated her too often during a particular amorous period, the attachment to the foreskin of my uncircumcised cock would get irritated. Too tight or not, our lovemaking was always heavenly. Since then, her cunt has expanded, but it's still provides the right snugness for me. I'm delighted to have broken her hymen. Looking back, I wish it had been my cock rather than my fingers, but that was my silly fault as I told you earlier. It's extraordinary, considering Judy was 41 years old when it happened. I'm not crowing about it, but there isn't an ordinary man alive who doesn't like the idea that his woman was a virgin when he took her to intimate levels she'd never been to before. It's no catastrophe if she wasn't, but as a virgin, the sex can sometimes be sweeter, providing they'll experiment and are motivated to please the other first. Judy is the great lover she is primarily because she really and truly loves everything about sex; with all its foreplay and orgasms. She loves to be touched by her lover and to touch in return. She's also a great lover because of what I've taught her. And I'm the lover that I am because of the freedom she's allowed me. She says she craves my cock inside her cunt and likes to sense my hunger for her body as I roam with my mouth and hands. She loves to suck my cock, lick my balls, and swallow my male fluid - or feel its warmth as it falls onto her face or breasts. There are times when we "69" each other - I love that view and her mouth on my cock at the same time. She seems to enjoy what she gets and gives that way too! So, there are virtually no inhibitions; we relish each other's body parts and smells. When we're together, these times are never less than several hours in length. If anything, it's longer today than ever before. Our lovemaking has a power that didn't exist in the early days - as good as it was for both of us back then. We satisfy our wants and needs as they arise. She's as demanding of me as I am of her; she even more so since we've come to fully trust each other. Our sex life isn't just limited to private moments. Once, she asked me to take her into the men's room of a bar – can you believe that? She locked the door and put my cock into her mouth – a daring lady is my Judy. Another time we were standing in a resort swimming pool against one of the sides. Judy was facing me. Using her hands to reach under my swim shorts, she began to fondle my balls and stroke my thickening and growing shaft. I was pulling aside the bottom of her one-piece bathing suit to finger her – I soon felt her wetness, and it wasn't from the water we were in. All the while, there was a bunch of people on the other side of the pool looking at us from time to time. Their presence enhanced our lovemaking. We're "members" of the Mile-High Club. That's because I took her into the first class lavatory of the upstairs part of a Boeing 747 and penetrated her with my cock while flying thirty thousand feet up in the sky. We've often sat in airplane seats with a blanket over our laps – usually after Judy had returned from the lavatory with her pantyhose in her purse. She'd open my fly and stroke me to wetness as I fingered her to her own wetness. I recall an incident when we were in Palm Beach, Florida. One late night we went out from her ocean-front condo to the beach. We took off our swim suits right below hundreds of windows of surrounding high-rises. Judy lay back nude on a lounge chair and said, "Stick that thing inside me." I tried, but I was too nervous about being seen, so it didn't happen. Though we couldn't help but do a little fondling; we adore each other's nakedness. I also remember a warm evening in Connecticut when we were out on the back lawn of her home (bequeathed to her by Jean). I decided to "whizzle," even though it was possible for her neighbors to see me. When I had taken my cock out I asked Judy to hold it for me. She said later that she loved trying to direct my stream. Certainly it brought us a different kind of intimacy. She's done this a number of times since then, but always with difficulty. For some reason she's anxious about doing it right and, as a consequence, doesn't quite have the feel of it. So the stream can go – and has gone - to all sorts of unexpected places. Often we'll go to dinner when Judy is braless, wearing underneath her clothing only pantyhose or stockings that hold themselves in place. There have been a few times when she wears a garter belt. For me, this "retro" underwear dressing is racy looking. Once in a while I like to see her in one, though I'm not really a fan of such lingerie – particular kinky stuff. However, I do like lacy bras and panties when she has to wear them. As always, Judy is ready and willing to meet such wants. When we go out Judy's blouses and dress tops are usually open to show her pretty cleavage – she has such a lovely chest. Her tasteful clothing is stylish, tailored, and highlighted by the exposure of the upper insides of her breasts below the neckline and nicely shaped legs in sheer stockings below the hem. I love the look. Heads turn when we walk in or out of posh restaurants. Little do they know that at dinner I'm planning to make – or have made - some risky sexual moves - especially when she isn't wearing pantyhose. With the tablecloth hiding us, I turn at some point (or two) and surreptitiously play with her cunt or reach into her blouse or dress to briefly caress her breasts. There's nothing like female wetness and softness to enhance a meal! At the same time she'll do similarly nice things to me. I've told her more than once that she has a male mind in a female body. Somehow she instinctively knows what arouses me. For example, if in our lovemaking I'm struggling to get an erection, because of too much drink or too much medicine, she'll stop us and get on her knees crossways to the bed by the edge. She'll present her behind to me as I stand watching, and then reach between her legs to finger her cunt with one or two fingers, the purpose of which is to stimulate me as I attempt to get hard by stroking. It's impossible not to react. She's showing me the inside wetness of her cunt (I sometimes call it my "flower"), and her pretty puckered anus (my "star"). Frankly, I often bury my face in them eagerly. Looking at Judy so exposed delights my male senses; my sex urges awaken every time. From the way she described her lesbian experiences, I'm pretty certain that those women never viewed Judy's body from my angle. Before my lustful and appreciative eyes she'll also separate her ass for me. In between, there's that round pristine "star;" a few silken hairs growing around it and a tiny light-colored node off to one lower side. Just a couple of inches below (from my vantage point) are those "flower petals" that edge her perpendicular crevice centered in an oval-shaped mound – her vulva. It's bordered by thick pubic hair (most, an inch long) that extends to the bottom of her behind and onto the beginning of her inner thighs. In some social groups "presenting your ass to your man" is considered unladylike. Nonsense! For us virtually everything goes. Judy's body and my body are there for each of us to have. My body is essentially hers as is her body mine. Sex rights should be freely given. It makes sex especially thrilling and satisfying. To give you a further idea of her exceptional understanding of what excites men and drives her own desires, there was an episode in a Portland, Oregon hotel that you should know about. We were making love in bed one morning when she told me to roll over and get on my elbows and knees facing her. As I did, my face turned to the wall and I realized there was a mirror in which I could see what was going on. Watching, I saw Judy get below me on her own knees. Unaware that I could see her, she spread my cheeks with her face disappearing between them as she did her delicate work on my anus. Her tonguing was exquisite. It was very sexy, especially as the mirror showed her breasts hanging straight down and swaying in concert with her passionate movements. That capped off an exciting first-time experience for me! Judy said that although she did it to please me, she loves licking and kissing my body parts for her own pleasure too. In thinking about other special moments, there was the time when she accompanied me on a short business trip. After a night of lovemaking, I prepared to go to work. She stayed in bed nude watching me put on a business suit. When I leaned over to kiss her good-bye until I returned for lunch, she got up and sat down at the bottom of the bed. Nicely, but firmly, she said she wanted me to get on my knees and pleasure her "flower" before I left. Sensing her need, I did – fully clothed, despite my tie getting in the way. When the time is appropriate and private, I like Judy walking around naked. As she focuses on doing mundane things, I love to see her pubic hair and watch her breasts sway a little when she bends over quickly, moves one way or another hurriedly, and when she swiftly reaches above her head for something. I enjoy looking at her as she walks or leans over away from me because I see her cute behind with the two dimples located at the top center of her cheeks. Another treat is when we are almost ready to go out for dinner and I watch her put on jewelry in front of a mirror. At this point, Judy is wearing only stockings or panty hose and her dress shoes. Her naked breasts look beautiful and desirable. Most times, I'll stop what I'm doing and gaze at her with a sense of pride. More intimately, she'll suggest I watch when she pumps hormone cream into her "flower" to help keep the inside lubricated for us (sometimes she'll want me to do it); when she douches (occasionally, I help her), or when she whizzles in the bathroom - each time in front of me. Recently she told me to check her "star" to see if something was amiss. Earlier that day, she had wondered if there was another node or tiny piece of loose skin there. She pulled down her shorts and panties, and then turned her back to me and bent over. I sat on a couch and spread her cheeks to investigate. I looked very carefully but nothing unusual was found, fortunately. Now, these are intimacies that enrich my life with her! I'm stimulated by these private things we do as one, knowing she would never do some of them before another human being. We never hesitate to discuss even the smallest of private problems or challenges. Beyond any doubt, we're sensitive to each other's desires and needs. Our motivation is to please and help. In the early days, as we were getting to know each other better, we'd occasionally lie down in opposite ways with our heads level with each other's genitals. As she examined me, I'd examine her. She'd hold my cock, pull back my foreskin and study and move its folds as they scrunched together. Then she'd shift her attention to the glans or head, looking at the ridge where it starts and the slit at the tip where it ends. More often than not, she'd kiss and lick this sex center of mine in the midst of her looking and feeling. At the same time, I'd be doing similar things to her. Judy learned that the skin of my shaft feels like silk, and so she'd slide her hand up and down my shaft – liking its smoothness. Then she'd move underneath to the wrinkled scrotum, where she feels my balls. Sometimes she'd find the scrotum hanging loose or tight depending upon the surrounding temperature. It shrivels up when it's colder. Spreading my ass, she uncovered (for her) a pleasant looking furrowed opening. She recently said that when she got her first look, she decided it was a cute ass; small cheeks I have for sure, but cute? I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder. When we completed our erotic and clinical examinations, we'd usually help each other to a climax. Since I've already provided a lot of information about her body and intend to continue as the story unfolds, there's no need for me to be any more specific here. Suffice it to say there's no part of her that I wouldn't lick or probe. This probably sounds to you like I'm a man who is biased, but I don't think there's another woman for me out there who can compare with the loveliness of Judy. I'm aware there are more exceptional beauties in this world, but I believe this because it's not only her physical appearance that I find desirable, it's also her attitude about life - and her femininity that wants to pleasure me fully. Unreservedly, she offers me anything I want from her mind and body – well, almost anything. Chapter Three We live coasts apart and, because of my marital situation, it's not easy for us to get together frequently. Fortunately, Judy is willing to put up with this. She says she does for one reason: she loves me like no other person. That, my friend, is priceless – and I return to her the same kind of love. We talk or e-mail most every day. But that doesn't fulfill our desire to be more intimate, especially sexually. So we improvise by masturbating; often together by telephone or the Internet. Judy is a woman who truly needs to have an orgasm – and not just once in a while. In many ways, she has the same sexual need that men have; so it's more than desire. She settles down best - when I bring her to a climax by phone – more so than when she arouses herself alone. For that matter, so am I best settled when she "services" me in this way. A Birthday Love Feast As an aside, masturbation is relatively new to her. She doesn't remember pleasuring herself in high school or in college. And she never did so while with Jean. But she did begin to masturbate during our love times. I guess I taught her how great self-stroking can be when two people are together. I love watching her bring herself to an orgasm – she almost looks pregnant as she cums because her stomach raises so. She enjoys watching me climax too; it excites her to see my male fluid shoot out from the slit of the reddened head of my cock. Because she's alone a lot, I encourage her to masturbate when we're apart. As an alternative to her fingers, I bought her two vibrators. She was familiar with them because Jean owned two or three of them – I presume for self-pleasure, to use with other women, or for men to watch her play with herself. I reminded Judy that a vibrator could give pleasure if she used it in her cunt and on her clitoris in constant motion. Since then, she's become a connoisseur in working this shaking cock-shaped mechanism. We call each of these 6" long two-speed tools of sex a "missile." She tells me that she usually lies on a couch in her office or on her bed – sometimes on a rug - when she masturbates. As for me, I'm in my bathroom and climax into the toilet bowl or in the shower. Sometimes, I'll face the vanity wall to wall mirror naked. When I do, I'll stroke my cock until I rise up in excitement and watch my semen spurt out into tissues. Once in a while I'll ejaculate in bed into a handkerchief. Using the home telephone – or the cell phone - is great for achieving long-distance sexual pleasure. We often talk about how much we miss being together and what we'd like to be doing sexually. It helps us maintain the personal connection we need and want from each other. But we also, at least once a week, have orgasms together; sometimes more often. Maybe some day with electronic enhancements we can do these things while watching ourselves. But for now, we pre-set a time for simultaneous masturbating when I will be alone. She's somewhere in her house or apartment prepared for the call. I'm usually sitting in a chair in my home naked underneath my opened robe. Sometimes I'm out in my car in a private parking area with my pants and shorts at my knees. Long before cell phones, I "jerked-off" a few times at night in a San Fernando Valley street telephone booth while talking Judy through an orgasm back east. Am I a risk taker or not? Judy's turned on a little from the anticipation of having an orgasm by phone – so am I. After we connect I tell her to take off her clothes. Her desire grows by me inventing fantasy stories intertwined with descriptive words about what I'm doing to my "privates," as she sometimes calls them. She loves to hear about the raspberry-toned head of my thickening cock, and the pre-cum that oozes out of the slit at the tip. I ask her to check herself, knowing that my talking this way is making her wetter. Throughout our conversation I'm describing what's happening to my cock, and guiding her on what to do with her body by finger or missile. About 70 percent of the time we have an orgasm at the very same time. Sometimes she's faster or slower. I can usually tell when she's ready by her shortness of breath. We also have taken nude photos of each other to look at during masturbation or to draw us closer together. Of course, we have the usual clothed pictures of each other too. But to help us cum alone, we look at the nude ones. She loves those of me that show my cock in various stages of thickness and hardness. I have pictures of Judy showing her pretty face, lovely shoulders, magnificent breasts, enticing female tummy, and the triangle of attractive dark pubic hair. Other pictures show her in all sorts of other poses; spreading her "flower" so I see the redness of her vagina and spreading her cheeks so I can see her little "star" being stretched sideways. These photos do wonders for me and she says my photos help her too. We both agree they bring on a sex buzz when we look at them. One more point about our masturbation life. Though we often stroke ourselves to a climax in between phone sex and our get-togethers, the orgasms are never as heightened. In fact, sometimes we can't cum; clear evidences of our need to be connected – at least by voice; in perfection by touch. But sex isn't all we do. We love do all sorts of things. Judy is a very good cook and likes making meals for us. We travel when we can, speak to any issue, love cocktail time and dining out, and occasionally hanging around reading or napping. I could go on about our special life, such as it is. However, we must move along with the story about her "fantasy" birthday present – well, maybe one more incident about how wonderful is our actual sex life. We're in Los Angeles and had been out for the evening. We were driving back on Santa Monica Boulevard to the hotel just after midnight and the temperature was still in the seventies. She asked me to find a secluded spot and park. Not knowing specifically what she had in mind, I found a place. She asked me to get out of the car with her and we walked around to the front of it. Discarding her shoes, skirt and pantyhose, she tried to bend over the front hood. It was too high even when she stepped back into her shoes. Holding her clothing, she took me around to the back of the car still naked from her waist down. In an alley just a few yards from this main thoroughfare she bent over the trunk. Facing the street with her cheeks crack and cunt crevice exposed, she told me to enter her. You may ask, "Why are you revealing such intimate things about Judy and yourself?" I do so for several reasons. It will be a heady experience for both of us to remember them so explicitly. As we grow older together, I want her to remember how special our relationship has been. Secondly, these revelations will help you understand why she didn't reject my unusual birthday gift. Thirdly, your own sexual instincts will likely be aroused – and that's good, especially if you act out them with your lover. Finally, the reason I can be so open is because I've been very careful about keeping our identity secret. The same approach is taken with the other people you will soon meet in the next chapter of Judy's "fantasy" birthday gift. Chapter Four Judy "opened her gift" at a lovely house in Palm Springs, California, far from her river-edge home in Greenwich, Connecticut and the elegant co-op apartment she owns on East 96th Street in Manhattan. In this home were three of her gay male friends. Though lesbian no longer, she especially enjoys the company of gay men. Judy has heterosexual women as friends too, but she enjoys straight and gay men more. We haven't tried to analyze why and won't, because, for this story, it isn't necessary. The first two men, Bill and Colin, are lovers and very successful developers from the Alberta Province of Canada. They own the house because they intend to develop real-estate properties in this area. Mitch, the third man, is a successful Para-legal from Dallas. Judy and he, along with his love partner, Franc, a lawyer (who wasn't at this party), met when they were on a cruise back around 1999. At the time we weren't seeing each other, again through no fault of her own. But when we did get back together, I met Mitch when she came out to visit me in Palm Desert where I live, and he joined her while visiting friends. He later introduced Colin and Bill to her and then to me. It was instant friendship for Judy and them. They and Mitch (and Franc) talk frequently by phone with her and write e-mails. Judy calls them "my boys" because, with the exception of Bill, they are in their 40s. I like them because they're good to Judy and they've accepted our relationship. But enough background on these men; back to the February birthday "gift." The five of us had just returned from a wonderful dinner. We were full of fine food, wine, and having an after dinner drink in the living room before a lovely fire. About a half hour later I asked for everyone's attention. I turned to Judy and told her that if she consented she was about to receive a very special birthday present from all of us. Our purpose for the next two hours or so was to uniquely show her our love and devotion in intimate sexual ways. But the gift required her approval and trust. Judy began to ask a question, but then stopped and looked at me. I saw uncertainty and reluctance in her eyes, but she smiled slightly and nodded agreement. After all, I was her trusted lover and the others were very special and loving friends. Nevertheless, I could see that she remained a little nervous about our intentions. I told Judy she was to be blindfolded. She opened her mouth as if to object; then she came to me and I covered her eyes with a silk scarf. She looked so exquisite standing there in a chic cream-colored blouse and dark pleated skirt that showed off her physical form so nicely. Her face needs little make-up. Her closed dress shoes and jewelry, including a pearl necklace and earrings, were stunning. The shade of her panty hose was just right for her too; so was the color of her fingernail polish. I leaned over and said that she was with me and three other men who loved her. "Soon," I said, "they are going to provide pleasure in ways you've not experienced before. I hope it will expand your ideas of how to make and receive love." Then I asked in a low voice if she trusted me. She nodded her head, yes. With that, I unbuttoned the sleeves and front of her blouse. When I removed it I turned her around toward the men. They saw beautifully molded shoulders, creamy unblemished skin on a soft-looking chest adorned by a lacy flesh-colored bra – now a 38C size. No doubt, she sensed they were staring. I unhooked the bra, unzipped the skirt, and helped her step out of it. She was now only in heels, pantyhose and a loose bra. Her boys probably knew how vulnerable she must have felt. Maybe she would have felt even more vulnerable if she'd known that the darkness of her ample pubic hair was showing through the pantyhose. However, the boys shifted their eyes when I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders and revealed the fullness of her breasts. Despite being gay, they knew natural beauty when they saw it, and so they told Judy how lovely she looked. Judy didn't verbally respond, but I noticed a little flush in her cheeks. Taking her hand, I brought her over to a chair. I sat down and turned her to me. My face was level with her pretty stomach. I licked her navel area with my tongue. My fingers took hold of the waist of her pantyhose and I slowly pulled down and removed them. The boys gazed at her shapely bare back and legs. After she stepped back into her shoes, I was able to lean down and teasingly pull on her pubic hair with my teeth. Then, bending her towards me, I gently spanked her bottom several times before spreading her cheeks open. This exposed her "star," the vulva with the crevice going up and down its middle, and a nice bunch of pubic hair peeking out between her legs. She leaned closer and whispered, "Please, do you need to show so much of me?" In reply, I said, "This is only the beginning." I turned her around and the boys glimpsed at what few men have ever seen. Judy was a vision of loveliness. Her nude body curved in all the right places, giving lie to her age. Yes, her breasts were more oval and her stomach less taut from when I first met her, but she still was - and is - enticing and luscious-looking. Her hips remain small and her legs, as usual, tapered down nicely to her ankles. Her body is highlighted by the triangle of soft brown pubic hair that fully surrounds the center of her femaleness. Because there isn't too much or too little, I find the look much more attractive than if the hair was partially shaved or removed. That night, Judy's hair on her head was styled beautifully around her blindfolded eyes and face - her nudity enhanced by jewelry and high heels. It was a mature and decorated feminine form at its very strikingly best. As we all moved into the master bedroom, I wondered if she was wet between her legs, or at least a little moist, because of four men looking at her fetching unclad femininity. Still blindfolded, I sat her down on the side of the bed and took off her shoes. I removed my clothes and got into bed sitting against the headboard. I reached over to her and brought her up to me and placed her between my legs, with her back leaning against my chest. I moved my legs wide apart and pressured her legs to do the same, which she did without objection. I began to caress her upper body – her neck and shoulders, her breasts, and her stomach and outer thighs as the boys looked on. For the first time, they saw clearly her vulva - the region that presented in all clarity the wiggly folds of her swelling labia and tiny puffed up clitoris. All of which nestled amidst the triangle of dark and slightly curly pubic hair. Despite their penchant for men, they were fascinated by her lovely naked and sexually exposed form. As they watched, I took her small nipples and rolled them carefully between my fingers, going back and forth to holding the fullness of her breasts and the pretty nipples. Judy stirred in my embrace, moving her bottom closer to my cock. I could sense she was beginning to enjoy herself. Seeing her that way, the three boys shed their clothes. I told Judy what they did and it seemed to please her. One of them – because she remained blindfolded, Judy will never know who - came up from the bottom of the bed on his knees and began to massage the top of Judy's thighs with his hands as his tongue worked her inner thighs. She told me later that she could feel his breath on her cunt, but couldn't identify him. Soon his hands moved over to the edges of her feminine essence; his fingers moving up and down the outer folds of the labia. I felt her body tense, but she didn't stop him. Several minutes later, his middle finger started going up and down the center of her cunt. Slowly and firmly, he traced her crevice up to the top, paused to rub her clitoris, before going back down; repeating the process a number of times. He seemed to go into her crevice towards the end in his up and down fingering. She gasped every time, but lay there willingly. No doubt it felt good. He then reached up to ruffle her pubic hair and massage her abdomen. After several moments he returned to her moist essence, to again stroke the labia folds of her crevice with his fingers. In minutes, she began to squirm. As I continued my own caressing I stretched my neck and saw that her movements were revealing the wetness and dark pinkness of vaginal arousal. Likely, the widening of her cunt was an indication of a growing readiness for an orgasm. Continuing to kneel, He cupped his hand slightly and began to gently rub it, bridging the swelling folds on each side of her crevice as he did. How this gay guy got the idea that this would be pleasing to a woman is beyond me. What I did know is that the combination of our efforts caused her to spread her legs even wider. I could hear the noise of her wetness as she opened. My cock hardened behind her back; it was "standing up" and she could hardly ignore it. I concentrated on her nipples and he continued his focus on the petals of her "flower." Suddenly, Judy moved her hips so that his finger tips were right on top of her small but engorged clitoris! She inhaled quickly as he began to press and rub on it. I began to intensify my caressing. Within minutes, Judy's body tensed, her stomach rose, and her hips began to sway. She cried out, "Oh yes, Oh yes" to the fondling of the most intimate parts of her body. She turned her face up to me, and as she kissed me, she exploded. Her mouth opened with a long groan of sheer raw sexual pleasure, followed by louder noises as her orgasm reached a fever pitch. When I reached down and put two of my fingers into her vagina, strongly pulling upward and outward at the same time, her moaning began again. She experienced a second orgasm. When the waves of pleasure subsided, she relaxed her body against my chest and said, "That was wonderful, sweetheart – but I am a little embarrassed about having orgasms in front of whoever you are!" Her "fingering boy" sat back between her legs right in front of her satiated cunt. As he started to masturbate, he took one of her hands and placed it under his balls. She apparently realized what he was doing and gently squeezed and massaged them. Within two or three minutes he came, stifling his groans of ecstasy as he did. The first spurt landed on her stomach; the rest landed in her pubic hair. There was at least a spoonful of semen on her. He wiped off his wetness on her arm. And then he left the room without saying a word. Judy told me later that she was aware of the warmth of his semen on her stomach and felt some in her pubic hair sliding into her cunt. Despite her slightly mixed emotions as to what was happening, she told me she liked the sensation. No sooner did he leave, other hands took her arms from the side of her naked body to turn her slightly towards him. He placed one of her hands on his already hardened cock. Gay or not, he had an erection because what he'd been seeing was a lustful sight. He encouraged Judy to stroke him by moving her hand up and down his shaft until she did it on her own. Within two or three minutes he came. His sperm shot out and landed across both her breasts, some of it dripping down onto her upper stomach. His groans were muffled but intense. He wiped dry his cock in the palm of her hand before he silently left the room. With no time to contemplate what just happened, the last of her gay boys reached over from the other side of her naked body and placed her hands around his erection. Like the other two arousals, it is about 5 inches long. As this was happening, I moved my body again so that I could reach her open and wet cunt. I began to play with her clitoris and the crevice below. Incidentally, I like rubbing her clitoris – actually, I love licking it better - it's highly stimulated by a direct, but not too firm, circular touch of a finger or tongue. Caressing her there that night helped get Judy very hot, so that when her boy put his cock to her mouth she greedily accepted the entire head. I watched as her mouth quickly closed over it. Just then his body stiffened, telling me that he was going to cum. She sensed it too, because as he climaxed she was pushing his cock out of her mouth. She wasn't quick enough, and some semen went into her throat, which she instinctively swallowed. The remainder went onto her nose, lips, and chin. He, too, muffled his sounds of pleasure, and then wiped his cock dry on her left breast before moving out of the bedroom. It was quite a bedroom scene. My woman was drenched in semen. The evidence was on her face and breasts, her arm and hand, her stomach and abdomen, and in her pubic hair. When it was over, I quickly pushed her into a sitting position and removed the blindfold. She saw we were alone and so threw her arms around me and said, "I'm so sorry darling that I got carried away. What I did to those cocks, whoever they belonged to; what they did to me was almost unbelievable; maybe sheer craziness. I think this is what you wanted, but I'm really shocked at some of my actions. I hope you understand it was the incredible passion of these moments that made me want to do them." She leaned down and put her mouth over my cock and began to suck it for several moments, as if to show me that I was still her one and only. When she came back up, I returned her embrace, kissed her mouth, and said that it happened just as I hoped. I told her that I knew she always wanted to look at and feel hardened cocks, stroking each of them to a climax. Our gift this night gave her the opportunity to hold three unfamiliar aroused ones and, though she couldn't see their cocks, she did "feel" their orgasms in that their "cum" fell upon her. I reminded her that the touches which triggered her own passions were gifts from men who normally aren't turned on by women. And that was so because of her exuding sexuality, physical beauty, and their desire to please Judy. It motivated them to perform well - and now I was going to make my personal contribution. A Birthday Love Feast At that moment, I tasted something salty. I realized it came off of her lips. They were still partially covered by male spillage. Furthermore, our bodies were smeared with their sperm from our embrace. We walked into the bathroom and I turned on the shower. But she touched my arm and said, "Wait a moment, I have to whizzle." She sat down on the toilet and I knelt before her, watching her stream come out of her urethra, through her pubic hair, into the bowl. After the last drop, I wiped her dry gently with a tissue – just as I've done a number of times in the past. When I did, I noticed there was semen on the tissue too. We went into the shower and as we were getting ready to wash each other I told her that now I had to whizzle. She nodded, and we stepped away from the water flow. She took my cock and pointed it at her stomach. This time she wasn't anxious. When my stream started, she moved my cock around so that it splashed on her abdomen, her pubic hairs, and the upper portion of her cunt. Smiling, she shook my cock to shake off the excess, and then bent down to lick away one remaining drop on the slit. We soaped our bodies from our faces on downward, washing away the sexual residue of the three boys from our bodies. We always love to create lots of suds when we shower together. Usually, she thoroughly soaps my anal area, my balls, and my cock, including pulling back the foreskin to clean its head. With the same care, I soap her breasts and love spots. Most always, I take the side of my soapy hand and slide it up and down the crevice between the folds, and then I push soap suds into her opening and wash her lips and clitoris and the entrance with my hands. When that's all done, I make sure my index finger is soapy so I can easily insert a small part of it into her "star," which is another thing I like to do. My cleansing "duties" concluded this part of the fantasy night by douching Judy with a vaginal syringe (to help, she raised one leg and spread her "flower' lips) and also by giving her a "junior" enema. I filled an ear syringe with warm water and inserted the length of the small nozzle into Judy's "star' to flush her out as she bent over with spread cheeks. I refilled the syringe several times until I was satisfied. When I'd finished, she took the small syringe and did the same thing to me. It was all done in the name of cleanliness – so we said to each other with a loving smile. Both of us were squeaky clean when we went to bed. She went right on her back with each breast falling slightly to the sides of her body. She stretched her legs wide apart; her opened crevice and fluffy pubic hair at the apex. She looked so inviting; it made my cock ache with desire. I raised her legs and pushed them back over her body so that she was "U-shaped." Holding her that way, I licked and kissed the space between her sweet-smelling front and back love openings. I feathered them too, and found those areas so nice and fresh and scrumptious. As I said earlier, Judy's "star" has a couple of short and silken strands of hair growing around it. Thinking about those strands reminds me that probably only one of her doctors knows about them. Likely, I'm more familiar with her anatomy than even him. It reminds me that a man is fortunate if his woman is physically attractive and sexually free – and Judy is such a woman. She's lovely to look at all over. There isn't a millimeter of her skin that doesn't excite me or that I don't want to touch or kiss. But, I'm meandering; back to the birthday present "gift." My thumb entered her "flower" and I discovered she was sopping wet. Slipping into her snugness with my cock, I began to push in normally, but pull out slowly. Her hips rose with every withdrawal – as if she was afraid of losing me. My desire was to please her so, even more than she had already experienced this night. As I descended into her, I felt her pubic hair on my groin, my cock entering a silken warm wrap; and her breasts moving side to side against my chest in tempo with my thrusting rhythm. Judy had the look of a woman being sexually fulfilled as she lay under me. Such a look is hard to depict. The closest description is of a body that is receiving a man without reservation. And of a face that radiates surrender and gratification; a uniquely joyful look that only comes from a man's cock moving in and out of an awakened and accepting body. Eyes are distant looking; the mouth slightly open. I would describe her face as entranced – contented - and looking as if she was in the middle of being fundamentally satisfied; which she was. That's as near as I can get to describe how Judy looked that magnificent night. Frankly, that's how she always looks when my cock is in her delicate cunt. Within minutes I felt her stomach rise and hips move to and fro. I heard her voice calling out louder and louder, "Oh yes, oh yes." And then it happened! For the first time, we climaxed together! It felt like I was in paradise, so I kept thrusting. She raised her legs into the air and spread them wide. Soon other loud cries came from her throat, as the second orgasm flooded her mind and body. Her body began to relax, but my thrusting continued. She came again. A final and equally intense one came to the surface, her joy seemed so high. When she subsided, she hugged me tightly and purred, "I love you," several times. I echoed her words. It was a magnificent time! I eased out of Judy and got off the bed knowing that her cunt was filled with my creamy love fluid. But now my cock was softening. Watching me come down, she probably thought, splayed out as she was upon the bed, that this was the close of a very different and unforgettable sex experience. What she didn't realize was that opening her fantasy birthday "gift" was far from over. Cocks were to be the focus during the next phase of the "unwrapping" - more erections, more arousals and more orgasms still to come. Unknown to her was that after this ended, there were still other new and different sexual and sensual experiences awaiting her. For sure, her birthday party was far from over! Chapter Five We got out of bed and put on the two bathrobes left in the bedroom beforehand for our use. We went back into an empty living room and sat down. Almost immediately Colin, along with Bill and Mitch, came out naked and stood in front of Judy. Smiling, he said: "We've learned that you enjoy looking at a man's cock, especially an aroused one. We also understand that you love to touch erections casually without it leading any farther. So, each of us presents our circumcised cocks to you, au natural, so to speak." Judy's eyes gazed upon her favorite male objects. The unaroused cocks of men are soft and limp and droop down on one side or another - mine falls to the right. And when they are this way most are small - somewhere between an inch and two inches – maybe even less than that. Judy's Jean used to say regarding some men's cocks, "If it was any smaller, it would be a hole." Each of the soft circumcised cocks hanging down before her was average in size. Judy loves cock. The first one Judy ever accepted in her mouth was mine. I believe it's partly because Jean convinced her that some cocks could be unclean. So, when I asked her to take me in her mouth and bring me to an orgasm, she hesitated. First, because of the hygiene issue and secondly, because swallowing my sperm was unfamiliar territory. But after showing her my clean cock and arousing her sufficiently, she went ahead and pleasured me – and by so doing, found she pleasured herself. Now it's a regular part of our lovemaking. She knows my cock is always the cleanest it can be and she likes the feel of her man in her mouth. In fact, when we're arranging to meet after we've been apart a while, she invariably notifies me that after our first kiss in private she's going to get on her knees, zip down my fly, reach in past my shorts, pull out my cock and balls, and then suck and fondle them. My maleness always responds to such fervent attention from her! Again I digress; back to the birthday "gift." After a few minutes, Colin went over to the couch and asked her to place one hand around his cock. After a moment's pause, she did, and upon fondling it a little, his organ began to grow in her hand. She stroked him a half dozen times before letting go of his rising cock. It was sort of at half-mast. Then Bill approached her. He'd been married long ago, so he'd been aroused looking at her. He too took her hand, but he asked if she would rub the tip of his now wet cock with her fingertips. She looked at it and then smeared the pre-cum around the head, hardening his cock a little under her touch. She stroked him until he thickened a little more and then released him. When it was Mitch's turn, he asked if she would bring him to full erection. She began to massage his shaft with her hand. Judy's up and down movements brought him to full attention; his cock curved outward and upward. She stopped then, stared at his aroused state, and then turned to the other two men, saying: "I 'did' him to this point because I've known him the longest." She looked to me to see if I had any objection to what she'd done. I had none, under these circumstances. Afterwards, the three men stood naked side by side in front of Judy and sang Happy Birthday to her. It was quite an unusual picture. Nude gay men singing to a straight woman, whose naked body had just been completely exposed to them, and whom they had intimately caressed; it seemed so surreal. In fact, it was. Judy had never before been in a group sex scene with four men, and herself as the featured player. As they stood there, they told Judy they were overwhelmed to discover a woman could bring them up to the level of their performances. To me, they simply reacted to her voluptuous body and their knowledge of her free and open sense of adventure. They asked her to stand and each man hugged her tightly. She told me later that she felt the outline of their cocks through her thin bathrobe even though they were sort of limp. I was pleased when Judy thanked them for what they had done to her. Bill said to Judy, "Colin and I decided that after what went on earlier in our bedroom, we want you to see the two of us making love. Your sensuality has turned us on. You've given us some of your intimate moments, even though you were blindfolded. Would you enjoy seeing a little part of our private sex life?" The idea seemed to interest Judy. Looking at me to see my reaction, and getting nothing negative, she said she would. They took Judy back into their master bedroom. Mitch put on a robe; we each poured ourselves a drink and watched television while waiting for them to return. They came out 20 minutes or so later. We talked for a while and then said our goodnights. We went off to our separate bedrooms. Once in our room, we discarded our robes, brushed our teeth, and took another shower. Judy soaped a wash cloth, told me to bend over, and then freshened up my anus as well as my cock and balls, including the space in between - followed by a rinse and drying off by a fluffy towel. I did the same for her. We went back into the bedroom where I had earlier put a cold bottle of light dry wine on the night table. I asked her if she'd like a sip and she said yes. I took a full mouthful and kissed her on the lips. Sensing what I intended to do, she opened her mouth and accepted the wine. I pressed against her – the feeling is out of this world – as she swallowed it; we kissed softly and got in bed. Lying next to each other, Judy revealed to me that her time with Bill and Colin was filled with wonder and surprises, to say the least. First, she observed in real time two different cocks in close-up action. And she saw what she had only seen gay men do in the movies or on the Internet. But she also watched something that she didn't expect to see. She explained, "The sex I had with women was much tamer. I know "fisting" isn't uncommon among women, but I never participated. Sex got very passionate at times for me; vibrators and fingers were used, but we never got as wild as what I saw them do." However, Judy hastened to say that she wasn't objecting to their sex play. "On the contrary," she added, "they got me wet, much to my amazement." She said that as soon as they went into the bedroom they asked her to lie down on one side of the bed to watch them. They placed a large bath towel on the other side, and both got on top of it. Colin lay down on his back with Bill at his side. He began to play with Colin's cock. As it began to harden, Bill took it into his mouth. He sucked and stroked it at the same time. Quickly Colin became rock-hard. Bill stopped and got on his elbows and knees. Colin sat up and reached into the night table to take out some lavender smelling oil in a tipped plastic bottle. He inserted the tip into Bill's anus and squeezed in the oil until it began to backup and dribble out. Sticking two fingers into his anus, he began to stretch it for several minutes. Bill, she said, was clearly being pleasured. "At this point," Judy explained, "I decided to sit cross-legged at the bottom of their bed to see more clearly." She watched as Colin then oiled his entire hand and, when finished, pushed his fist into Bill's anus. To her astonishment, his canal expanded under the pressure and suddenly Colin's fist was inside up to his wrist! Bill gave a loud groan, grabbed his hardening cock and began to stroke it, humping into the towel and pillow as Colin turned his fist left and right. After three or four minutes of this, Bill came with a grunt and his semen shot onto the towel. Judy said she was shocked to realize that she was fingering herself through the opening in her robe, enraptured by what was unfolding before her eyes. When Bill's orgasm subsided, Colin took his fist out and then re-filled Bill's anus canal with his erection. Judy noticed Colin's eyes were wild-eyed as he began to thrust in and out. Bill reached back and played with Colin's balls. Within a couple of minutes or so, Colin let out guttural moans as his semen went shooting into Bill. When it was over, Colin withdrew his cock and lay his body down next to his lover, who was now on his back. They kissed and toyed with each other's limp cocks for about 5 minutes. Judy said to me, "I couldn't help it; I started fingering myself again as they were holding each other; suddenly I had a perfectly exquisite orgasm. I'm glad the boys were oblivious to me and my quiet moans." She added, "When they finished with each other, they got up from the bed, took a quick shower and came back to the bedroom. To my surprise, they opened the top of my robe and each one put their mouth over one of my nipples and gently sucked on it two or three times. And if that wasn't enough of a surprise, they each took one of my hands and placed it on their "units" for me to feel. I couldn't believe them - or myself, because I did feel them! When I stopped, they put on their bathrobes and we all went out to you guys in the living room." I asked Judy for her impressions of what she'd been experiencing. She replied, "Frankly, their circumcised cocks were just beautiful to behold. But the entire scene was beyond my wildest imagination. It can only be described as something out of this world. I was finally a sex participant in this type setting, not just an observer, as back in the days of Jean and her men. It was simply remarkable." She concluded, "This entire event has blown my mind. I never thought I could expose my body the way I did nor do what I actually did, let alone actually enjoy what happened. I wouldn't trade this night of sex for any other in the world of lovemaking. I'm glad you arranged this, but, sweetheart, I couldn't go through it again. It's a birthday present that should come only once in a lifetime for a woman like me." And then her femininity came to the forefront. She said, "I tried to identify who did what to me in the master bedroom earlier, but with the exception of you, I couldn't. I couldn't match the cocks I saw and touched in the living room with the cocks I felt in the bedroom." Smiling, I said, "You'll never know because they promised me they will never tell." Chapter Six After Judy finished sharing her experience about Colin and Bill and her overall feelings, we decided to go to sleep. For some reason, I awoke about three hours later. My mind became full of what had happened a few hours before. It was an incredible experience, but I wanted more; something new for just the two of us and equally intimate to our sex life as it had been to this time. I thought about what that could be as I fondled her sleeping body facing me. She soon awakened and, after a moment to look at me, she reached down with both hands and enclosed them around my cock and balls. As she did, I told her what I was thinking. I said, "Darling, let's strengthen our physical and emotional bonds into the tightest of knots. We've loved in different ways; why don't we add one more and tenderly penetrate that place on our bodies that is forbidden territory to so many? I want to take title to your every opening and I want you to do the same. Loving you with my finger and cock and you loving me with your fingers will satiate our private lovemaking. Since we're so squeaky clean from our showers now is a good time." I reminded Judy that experts in this area of anal lovemaking claim it can be highly pleasurable. They say that part of the canal shares a wall with the vagina and a woman's nerve endings are right up against both sides of the wall. When rubbed by an object like a finger or cock, marvelous sensations are felt by a woman, sometimes to the point of an orgasm – and almost always for the man. Judy didn't answer, but by her silence she tacitly agreed. I'm sure she wanted to know how it would feel – as I did. Our curiosity and adventuresome personalities make us want to know. I don't know why, but men like me are drawn to use every part of their woman to make love. Judy is willing, but no doubt she knew there would be some discomfort at first. That's part of the thrill of trying something sexually new. She probably remembered the time when the head of my cock was in her anus canal. We went no farther because it was new territory for both of us. At the time, we didn't know that internal sphincter muscles naturally resist probing at first – not to a single finger, but to something much thicker. We'd learned that it takes less than a minute for this muscle to stop resisting. Now knowing this, I began to make love to my woman's "back door." I pushed my thumb into her cunt and my middle finger slowly into her anus canal, holding her in a bowling ball type grip. After moving both fingers around for about a minute or so, she began to relax and her hips started to stir. Probably because she could feel as I did that the tip of my thumb and middle finger were separated only by the wall of her vagina and canal. It was so pleasurable. Then I put my tongue on her clitoris and began licking it. The combination caused her to begin moaning with pleasure. I could have done that all night, but I had more to do. I rose up and got between her legs, pushing them straight up in the air so I could begin the next stage. I "rimmed" her with my tongue. As usual, with the first lick she sighed in contentment. I discovered that if I stiffened my tongue I could enter her hole ever so slightly, and so I did, caressing this love point until it was soaking wet from the saliva in my mouth. Then I asked her to get on her hands and knees. With my groin right up against her cheeks where she could feel my cock, I leaned over and rubbed her shoulders and her back slowly. She likes my amateur massage skills. Alternately, I reached underneath her to grasp her hanging breasts, sensing all of this tenderness was helping her to relax. The K-Y jelly that I'd taken with me from the shower was on the night table. Pausing, I put some of it on two fingers and began to liberally lubricate her anus and the canal, pushing them in a little deeper with every additional daub. A Birthday Love Feast That is, until she said that it was starting to hurt. I stopped, waiting for almost a minute until we felt the sphincter muscle give way, and then I pushed my fingers in all the way. Wiith a few up and down and around movements she seemed to be now sufficiently stretched for my cock. I'd used "tons" of lube; when I thought it was enough, I put in more. I stopped only when the K-Y jelly started oozing out of her. At this point, Judy asked me to get on my back. She straddled me, saying that by being on top she could lower herself onto my cock and be in control of how far or hard or fast things went. I thought that was a great idea. It also gave me an opportunity to caress her breasts and clitoris while she was doing this. She took the K-Y jelly and smeared it generously all over my cock, pulling down my foreskin to make certain the head was lubricated too. Raising herself, she moved forward until her anus was right over my throbbing tip – happy that I could get a hard-on so soon after an orgasm. Together, we guided it into her body, taking about 10 minutes before I was as far as I could go. She had let me enter an inch or so at a time to adjust to the pressure. While waiting, I made love to her chest. Once settled in, she moved up and down slowly for another ten minutes. It was unbelievable! And I came with a vengeance – male seed shot up her canal for the very first time in her life. I had hoped that Judy would have also climaxed, but it was not to be – at least not this time. When finished, she lay down on top of me and we stayed that way for the longest time. It was beautiful. I so enjoy holding Judy in my arms however we're positioned. Eventually, Judy raised her hips and released my cock with a smile. I noticed that some of cum oozed out of her anus as she did. She went into the bathroom, and I watched from the bed as she wiped off the jelly from between her cheeks. She came back with a wash cloth to clean my cock and prepare my anus canal. When finished, Judy told me to get on my elbows and knees. With her fingers she lubed my anus canal with lots of K-Y jelly in preparation for her massage of my prostate. Inserting two fingers, she stretched my opening wider than it had ever been. Like her, I was at first a little nervous. But once her rhythm began and she reached my prostate, it became pleasurable and arousing. That's mainly because the prostate produces the fluid that sends my sperm from the testicles out through the tip of my cock. Massaging it for any length of time sends signals to my brain that good things are happening sexually. When she first pressed against my prostate I felt a need to whizzle. That's because her fingers caused the prostate to push against my bladder. Seconds later, however, that passed and arousal began. If I hadn't just cum, it would have happened. When she withdrew her fingers my cock ached – as in having "blue balls." Maybe it was a "frustrated" cock. That ache reminded me of what they say causes a woman's menstrual period. Doctors jokingly say that a woman's menstrual flow is nature's way of announcing the uterus is "disappointed." But, I stray from my tale of fantasy love. It's now 4 AM and we decide to shower again – we shower often during sex because we want to remain very fresh for each other. Judy washed her hands before taking the small syringe to flush out the lubricant from my anus canal. She then soaped and rinsed my cock and balls. In turn, I flushed the lubricant and my male fluid out of her canal before soaping and rinsing the rest of her female "stuff." In the shower, we agreed that what we did was very erotic - we had reached total intimacy. However, we decided that anal sex would be saved for those times when our lust for each other was especially strong. We hoped it could be another delicious way to achieve orgasms – for both Judy and me. Before we went back to sleep I told Judy that after breakfast the boys were going to do something away from the house. So we were going to be alone the following morning. Around 11 AM Asian masseuses were to arrive to service us out by the pool on two tables set side by side. My plan was for us to play in the hot spa to arouse ourselves a little in preparation. Then let them simultaneously massage every inch of our bodies. Their objective was to make us relaxed, yet at the same time bring us to an orgasm while we held hands. She smiled and, clutching my soft cock and soft balls, said: "Whatever you want I will do!" We fell asleep "spooning" - her back against my front. As usual, she first placed my limp cock into the crack of her behind with a contented sigh. It's a position I love to take with Judy. I also had my left arm across her breasts, with my hand cupping her right one. That felt even better. We both enjoy holding each other this way. The next morning we awoke and, as usual, began to caress each other. She reached for my cock and took hold of it with her fingers just below the head where I am most sensitive to touch. She started stroking and in no time at all it began to stiffen. I played with her cunt with one hand while mingling the fingers of my other hand with the untrimmed pubic bush that surrounds her exquisite cunt, tiny clitoris that when swollen is only a quarter inch long, and her puffed up labia. Actually, the phrase, "played with her cunt" is really a misnomer. I'm very serious about making love to Judy. I think long and hard between times about how best to arouse her. I don't think I ever do the same things twice in a row. But so as to give you an idea of what I do, here is one of the typical ways that I make love to my woman: I start by putting my lips to her forehead, then to her eyes, giving a kiss to her nose before lingering upon her mouth. Judy loves to French kiss. I've encouraged her to be gentle when doing it. We take turns softly sucking each other's tongues in our mouth. We kiss tenderly as I caress her. I drop down to her neck and smother it with my lips before moving to her breasts. I squeeze and rub them, one at time, pulling each one towards me to suckle the nipple. They harden with my attention. Raising her breasts, I kiss and lick them underneath. Her stomach is next with my focus on her navel, swirling my tongue in and around it. Judy responds so beautifully. I always sense in my lovemaking that as I do things to arouse her she's presenting each part of herself to be adored by me. Our partnership works so that when I provide her with touches, she provides me with visions. No woman can sexually awaken her man better than the way Judy awakens me. Finishing with her stomach, I move to her legs, licking and kissing them down to her feet, sucking a few of her toes as I do. Now on my knees and between her legs, I massage them, and then do the same to each leg until I'm at her inner thighs. I lean over and begin to kiss and lick, working myself up to where I ultimately intend to be. Gently spreading the labia with my thumbs to open wider her entrance, I'll stroke the folds and gaze longingly inside to her wetness. My tongue licks all around her cunt and between her front and back openings. When I reach her anus I tongue it slowly. Always, she lets out a gasp of delight at the first lick. Bringing her legs down, I slide my tongue across her crevice. Again, there is a gasp. For the next few minutes, I fondle her entire mound, including the pubic hair, some of which is dampened by my enthusiasm. And then it's time; foreplay ends. I move in to bring joy, delight, and ecstasy to the woman I am mad about – to say nothing about the incredible happiness that she is providing me by her body and my knowledge that she wants urgently what I am doing. Moving to my knees by the side of the bed, Judy moves crossways across it. She drapes her legs over my shoulders. For the next 15 to 30 minutes I fondle and finger her folds, the clitoris, and her insides. My tongue works fast and slow; pressing and feathering. I put my nose right into her opening several times because I want to smell her nectar and get her juices on my face. Variety of touch and pace is what helps bring Judy to her climaxes. When I sense she's about ready, her clitoris area becomes my major target. I steadily kiss and lick and swirl around it until I see the nipples on her breasts swell – until I see her hips twisting, legs kicking out and her stomach rising and falling. When she pushes it up to where it almost looks like a volcano and sounds start coming from deep in her throat, she erupts. There is nothing subtle about it. I continue to steadily lick her, and she cums again. It ends for her when she lays back and says, "I love you." You see, the oral fucking we do is not just lust; it's far more a manifestation of our love, and best expressed by the personal blending of our physical bodies. Afterwards, I enter her very wet cunt. She sighs with contentment as she moves her hips in concert with my in and out thrusts. She usually guides my cock to her entrance and then I fuck her to explosion. The experience for both of us is glorious, and incomparably fulfilling. Frankly, this last part isn't always typical. In these later years of my life in which medicine plays a big part in helping me to maintain my health, I've had problems staying erect in Judy's cunt – through no fault of her own. So I use Cialis to help firm me up – and it's very helpful. Nevertheless, as I said early in this booklet, I've had to resort to masturbation from time to time. But however we end our lovemaking, we have a wonderful time. For the morning after the fantasy group sex scene, in which we started the day with sex, we ended our time in bed in typical fashion. But, as we physically "disconnected," my mind went to the previous night. I was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Her birthday "gift" turned out to be what some people describe as group sex; her blindfold smacked a little of bondage and even dominance with the spanking and my holding her between my legs in bed as the boys ravished her. Neither of us has ever been involved in such activities before – at least in the way we carried them out. I decided that if we were to consider again something even remotely similar, it would be with strangers and only as observers or, at the very most, as limited participants. Equally important, it would have to be done in a nice environment. Not in places like "Plato's Retreat" in New York City. We went there one night in the 1980s; paid $75 each to watch weird goings on – lots of nudity presented by mostly unattractive people. Furthermore, the place smelled of disinfectant. There was plenty of masturbation, a coupling there and there, and a scattering of oral sex. One slender woman was walking around in a bathing suit with cutouts for her small breasts. She looked foolish. Our over-all impression was very negative. Most of the people were exhibitionists, doing self-gratifying gyrations that smothered their femininity and masculinity. That isn't the sex world of Judy and me. It's much more private, tender, and sharing. Going there convinced us that such places aren't for us. Last night, at our own much cleaner and nicer "Plato's Retreat," I believed that I'd turned Judy into a sex object. It frankly excited me then and now. I told her so. She responded by saying that in some significant ways the experience left her feeling decidedly adored and desired - and totally spent because she had more orgasms in one lovemaking session than ever before. Somehow what happened to Judy under my watchful eyes drew me closer to her. I didn't feel that Judy had been compromised, nor did I feel that she was any less my woman. That probably sounds strange, but it isn't to me. I am jealous of anything that draws Judy away from me. But, there's a side of me that wants to show off Judy where there is no possibility of me losing her to another man. I love her dearly and I want the men and women of this world to see what I alone have. Unquestionably, it's a male ego thing. I like beautiful things. I buy nice things to enjoy and for others to appreciate. My attitude extends to this woman. She hasn't been bought; she's not for sale to anyone. Besides, how can you price such a rare gem? But I gave her my heart and so I own her. The only reason I exposed her to men in this fantasy birthday gift, and allowed her to participate was because they were gay and, thus, not competition. Importantly, Judy accepted the experience. Both of us are open to experiencing new and harmless things or watching things that are sexually sordid or provocative. For instance, both of us would like to watch close-up a nude couple fuck to climax in some private but legitimate club. On a more sordid level I remember I'd just left a newsstand in Copenhagen, Denmark where there were lots of magazines out on the shelves showing pictures and stories of all sorts of bizarre sex, including bestiality. Since I'd never seen anything like this before, I wanted to share it with her. I called, and after telling her that I'd been looking at pictures of girls penetrated by a dog and girls sucking the cock of a horse, she asked me to send one of those magazines to her. She explained that seeing such things stir her sexually. So I did. Would we participate in such things? No, but learning about that lifestyle and see it happen interests us. Both of us someday would like to see such couplings on a DVD. In regard to the gift that turned out to be a birthday sex feast, what Judy did to the men and what they did to her has enriched our history of lovemaking. Well, perhaps a little more "star" focus on her part would put another layer of icing on our love cake, and open up an even more enriching future – as the fantasy story suggested. As we awaited the masseuse, I was thinking that maybe the entire month of February should have celebrated Judy's birthday bash. But, for the remainder of the month I'd be the only one who attended it and attended to her. She'd like that, I'm certain. I think I could have "risen" to the challenge. Chapter Seven Virtually everything written in the first three chapters – and this chapter you are about to read - are true. The other three chapters, for the most part, are a product of my inventiveness; though some truths are weaved in the midst of them. The question you may have for me is, "Would you want Judy to sexually romp with other men as she does in this fantasy story? Would you let other men touch her as they did, spewing their male fluid all about?" Emphatically no! Would I like her to stroke the cocks of young males she didn't know to climax? Yes, because she'd like to do this. Would I like her to be nude? Yes, provided no man touched her and she felt safe and comfortable. It would help the men to cum quickly and, I think, add to Judy's enjoyment by this one time show of female exhibitionism. It certainly would titillate me. Would I want two women to massage our totally naked bodies, as we held hands to the point of an orgasm? Yes. I'd take great pleasure in watching Judy get aroused by a woman masseuse - to see her legs stiffen and twitch, her hips wiggle, as her stomach rose in concert with her "O." I'd hope she'd feel the same way as she watched the liquid of my erect cock spurt out into space. Orgasms are wonderful! Finding new ways of generating arousal can often intensify both the arousal period and the orgasm itself. Under the conditions I've just set down for allowing these things to happen together, they wouldn't detract from our unique and deepening relationship. Our private love-making is the highest expression of our unity as a man and woman - as husband and wife in spirit. Situations like this would be realizing fantasies for the sake of enhancing our sex life. No disloyalty or less affection is involved – only curiosity and, likely, some extraordinary sexual experiences at some point shortly thereafter. Judy and I talk about sexual fantasies. We're not obsessed about such things, but when we do put our imaginations into gear it helps arouse both of us. I'm more of a "fantasizer" than Judy, but when learning about them, she often likes them just as much as me. I'm told that most women would be unwilling to allow fantasy to become fact. Not Judy; if they're realistic, we try to make them happen. One of my fantasies is to watch a call girl bring Judy to an orgasm. Though lesbian love no longer interests her, she's agreed let me find out how she used to respond to a woman's touch. Some day I'll arrange this rendezvous. Here's how it would play out: We'd be in a hotel in Los Angeles. I've pre-arranged the payment for a bi-sexual woman in her thirties to come to the cocktail lounge and have a get-acquainted drink. Afterwards, we'll go to our room and all three of us will undress. We'll shower; first the two of us and then the woman. Waiting for her, we'll lie down on the bed next to each other. I'll begin to caress Judy's upper body, spending most of my time kissing her lips softly and tenderly. My hands will be lightly fondling her breasts and stomach. When the call-girl comes out of the shower, she'll get up on the bottom of the bed, spread Judy's legs, and begin to caress her lower body. My lovemaking will prevent Judy from seeing what the woman is doing. She only feels her expert hands and lips and tongue as they encircle and enter her crevice and caress her inner thighs. For 15 minutes or so more she's the object of my tender kisses and touches and the object of the licks and fingering of a woman who is gentle and sensual. The combination brings her multiple orgasms from the touches of a woman for the first time since 1992. There are other sexual and sensual experiences that I'd like to have with Judy such as watching dominance and spanking scenes. I'd like us to register at a clothing optional hotel and be discreet voyeurs; I'm curious to learn how she'll react with all those cocks hanging out. But talking about such things is for another time. I leave you with this: My heart is full! I own Judy - her sex, her thoughts, and her mouthwatering body. I call her cunt "my" cunt. Judy willingly accepts this arrangement because she knows that, in turn, she owns me. She calls my cock "her" cock. What a sexual twosome we are! We love each other and belong together! Truly, truly, we are soul-mates; meant to be permanently bonded into one. Post-Script After Judy read this story that you've just finished reading, she told me how happy she is that I have a great imagination. I know this to be true, because whenever I act out my sensual thoughts in word or deed with her she usually responds in kind. She went on to say that while she was about a quarter of the way through reading it she slipped one of her fingers into her cunt. To her delight she discovered she was wet, and this aroused her more. The purpose of this post-script, however, isn't to tell you this, but to share something that happened the very next time she came out to see me in Southern California. It's connected to one of the incidents I described in the fantasy part. You will recall I'm sure, that in the story I mentioned she and I had anal sex after we were in bed the night of her party. Dinner was behind us, the boys had done their numbers on her, and she had reciprocated. We were now making love privately and for the very first time she opened up her anus to my cock, and I entered her and had an orgasm. However, as I'm sure you realized, this didn't actually happen – any more than her sexual romp with the boys happened; they both were just wishful or erotic thinking on my part. Actually, the head of my cock has been just inside her anus, but that was the extent of our previous anal play. However, on this visit to Los Angeles the unexpected happened – this part of my fantasy came true! It began at dinner in the Hotel Bel Air – a posh restaurant in a suburb of the city. For some reason, I noticed that her drinks were getting the best of her. By the time we were driving back to our hotel in Pasadena I could tell she was a little drunk. As she talked, her words were becoming more deliberate and she slurred some of them as she spoke. I'm pretty sure she was unaware of her condition at that time because whenever this happened to her in the past she never realized she had too much to drink until we talked about it the next day.