0 comments/ 8237 views/ 0 favorites Air Conditioning By: Gregg Dean It's ten thirty and the air conditioner has broken for the second time this week, so the suits on the floor above are in shirts sleeves and they don't like that. Swaggering in full dress, mobile phones and an ego kept in the pocket with the comb, bright sunshine, ray bans. This men don't earn money. They "pull down" in "'k's". Stevie is talking to Melissa again. She's brainless, he's charming. His name's Steven, no one actually calls him Stevie except he himself. He's explaining how to delete a computer file so that even God can't find it, but he's wasting his time since she doesn't even believe in God and he'll be in her pants by Friday afternoon regardless of his efforts. Her apartment is made for one, becomes overburdened after the bars closed, then back to the status quo by dawn. Stevie will think he's first. They all do. The filing on my desk isn't mine, it's from Gordon's desk. He sees me as his "out" tray. Rumour has it that Melissa gave him head under the desk while our MD stood talking to him. She had the good sense to moderate the action at the critical moment saving both their jobs. Well, that's what they say. I put the filing back on Gordon's desk. He flips me the bird. By lunch time, he will have done some of it but by the morning it will be back on my desk. Angie and Sophie are supposed to lesbians. Angie is and Sophie isn't, though Angie has hopes. She despises me for the looks I get from Sophie. I get coffee and cookies from her too, when she's not busy. I look at Sophie and then the stock closet and think back. The stock room is warm and the pine scent from the new shelves makes it somehow homely. We have locked it from the inside and Sophie has perched her small buttocks on the edge of the shelf. I want to get her breasts out, to suck them, tweak her nipples, but she doesn't want the bother of the catches. She has already taken off her underwear, put it in her desk drawer. She raises her knees and I fit neatly inside. We are quick and quiet. She comes. I come. We unlock the door and leave and the mail boy, Digby - we don't know his real name - has seen her put the panties in the drawer. He's wearing them on his head and is making as ass of himself. The fat Xerox engineer leers at Sophie as she grabs them back. That was then - now - is lunchtime ever going to arrive? The new temp picks up my coffee by accident. Realises her mistake and apologises. I apologise back and I know what's in her head. My mouth on the cup, her mouth on the cup. My God, she's thinking, an intimate exchange - we're almost there. I will probably go home with her. She becomes coquettish and giggling at my feeble jokes. She's attractive and Jeffrey Stokes glares at me. He had given himself to the end of the week. Too late, Jeffrey, I'll tell you all about it though. New mail on my computer. Two memos. One I knew about, one I didn't and one has a picture of a fat woman showing her ass with her cat stood by her in the same pose. Funny if you like that sort of thing. Two mailings are deleted. The spreadsheet won't load and the temp knows why, but I know she doesn't. She leans across me, punching keys, speaking with authority about this place and that place she worked at where they had the same problem. She hasn't a clue and she doesn't object as my hands feel her calves and thighs. She admits she must have made a mistake, drops a pen and leans low, her low-cut blouse affording a voyeur's view. She returns to her own desk and Jeffrey Stokes warns me off her. Tells me in an undertone that I've no chance, that I'm out of her league. I nod sagely as if he's right. He appears satisfied by that but his demeanour shows he's crushed - to the victor . . . Louise is bad in hot weather. She wipes her face unaware that her the patches under her arms have spread and her bra is wet. The contours of her breasts now give way to shape and colour. Light brown aureole, dark nipples. She's not aware. She's conscientious, wedded to her job as she will not wed elsewhere. Home by six. Cats and cocoa, BBC world service and a cookie. She sleeps like a child and dreams of her job. The only men there are those giving and taking her work. Louise doesn't know sex, want it, need it. She likes the cats and the young man downstairs is pleasant enough. He's never suggested anything nasty to her, which leaves her feeling secure. She'll sleep till dawn. Exercise by running, talking to anyone as she goes. Andy is an old friend. We went to school together. He believes he can convert Angie and he might. Where Stevie is slick and professional, Andy is profound and sincere. Angie could well be turned around because this conquest is not an idle challenge. He has hand written memos from Angie going back months. He files them. He'll show them when the time is right. She'll see not a lusting male but the sensitive man he is. Devotion from anyone of any sex is a good basis. She'll see that. That's his hope and he has time on his side. Now it's lunchtime and the hasty exodus is controlled by the cool factor. We all want to work on, show dedication and disdain for weaknesses of the flesh - lunch, a light beer, a Coke. We gather in the bar. Alex takes orders for a round - he always does. What he lacks in charisma he makes up for in generosity. This man has no friends but he can buy them, and for the time we're all his friends. We laugh and joke. Angie has her arm round Sophie's waist. We pretend not to notice. Sophie pretends not to notice. Jeffery Stokes buys the temp another drink and she thanks him, moves away, talks to me. The juke-box music is Electric Light Orchestra and everyone knows some small thing about Jeff Lynne, the Move, Bev Bevan. We trade trivia. The temp, who's name I still don't know, has her hand on my buttocks. She closes gently. I turn to her. I ask her name - does she want another and she explains her situation by raising her glass to Jeffery. He returns a cold smile. I now know her name is Chloe. The sandwich girl is skinny and sexless with the figure of a prepubescent, though she longs to be touched. She watches the men as she gives out their orders. She has her blouse open. My dear girl, I want to say, the shop doors may be open, but the shelves are empty. I ask her name - it's Rupert. The boy from the mail room laughs. She insists it's a girl's name while the mail boy experiments with Rupe, Rupert Bear, Pooh Bear until she cries. Angie tell shim to shut the fuck up and laughing with embarrassment he shuts the fuck up. The afternoon is split unevenly. More tedium with tedious characters though Chloe looks promising. And after strap hanging past a dozen stops, in intimate contact with scores of strangers in diminished clothing. Under other circumstances this would be indecent. The mail on the doorstep can wait. Chloe can't. We fall into the living room where she starts undoing my tie. Already I'm hard and she's trying unsuccessfully to get me out of my flies. I take of my clothes and I leave them lying inside out. A button comes off from the shirt cuff and hits the TV screen. Soon we are naked but for her panties. I pull the leg to the side and suck her into my mouth. My tongue explores and I turn round so she can take me in hers. Her arms wrap around my thighs, her hands are on my buttocks. I turn round again, enter her hard and she cries out. She lifts her self off the floor and I enter deep. She rocks herself, flicking her hips in rapid motion until neither of us can wait. The office is cooler the next day. Angie and Sophie come in together and I watch Andy. A cloud momentarily crosses his face then he smiles to himself. I wonder what he knows - what he's thinking. Chloe has been recalled by her agency and is working elsewhere. Jeffery won't speak and Sophie throws me a lingering smile. Angie cold shoulders Sophie. The rest of us see and we smile. It's a living but it's not living. There's the weekend when I sleep and drink and watch football. Then there's work and the air-conditioning. That's it. Top to bottom. My apartment was broken into a few months back. It was exciting, I met the cops, they shrugged and drank coffee. We joked and talked about sex. With some regret I realised it was like the office in my home. There are breaks in routine: fourteen days in Florida, the odd theatre visit, Sophie and the stock room, the air conditioning breaking down. The differences only make the smallest difference and I've grimly come to realise that my life only drew breath at birth to spend the rest of it's existence sighing. Copyright Gregg Dean 2002 Air Conditioning Repair Man I had joked with my wife for years about air conditioner repairmen, the origin of the joke going back to some reference to her needing a plumber and her rejoinder that plumbers just didn't have the image of other workmen. One aside led to another, and soon the mythical air conditioner repairman, come to quench the heat of her sexual desires, was part of our repertoire of sexual jokes. If Jackie was going to be at home alone and I got the opportunity for an afternoon liaison with her, I'd call and ask if the air conditioning repairman was scheduled for that afternoon. She'd say they would be finished before I got home, or some such comeback. It gave us a way to joke around in public without others knowing, and it did add just a bit of risqué undertone to our pretty conventional sex life. From time to time, after a particularly energetic lovemaking session, I might ask if she were that demonstrative with the air conditioning guy. She might tell me that she was much wilder with him, or maybe she'd say no, that he always came too fast, or some such joke. I made no secret of being turned on by the thought of her having sex with another man, and I occasionally included it to ratchet up the thermometer during sex. She claimed disinterest, but she went along with it as the least of kinks she might have had to abide. She had no interest in my past lovers, exhibiting more jealousy than excitement at any recall of them, but she knew that she could put me over the top easily by bringing up some tale of her previous partners. Once, when she claimed to have run out of stories I hadn't heard, I mentioned that truth was secondary in the matter, and from then on, she seemed freer to tell me vignettes. I never ask which are true and which aren't – I think I pretty much know, but I don't want to know for sure, at least about some of them. Inevitably, one of the cooling systems that feeds our suburban home died one summer weekend, and we actually did need the services of a repairman. I told her she'd need to make an appointment to get the system looked at, and she retorted, "Finally, he'll get paid for a visit!" We both laughed, and I went to work the following Monday, kissing her goodbye after seeing the kids off to their school buses, the routine of our mornings. When I got home Monday night, Jackie greeted me with a kiss and a whisper, "Ask me about the air conditioner . . . later." She was smiling lasciviously as she said it, and it got me mentally aroused, wondering just what she had in mind. Later, I was reading in bed, naked under the sheet like I always sleep, waiting for her. She emerged from the bathroom wearing a white cotton ribbed tank top and a pair of loose gym shorts that gave easy access to her, a distinct change from her usual cotton pajamas. She crawled up the bed and knelt over me, as I quickly discarded the book and hit the dim switch (she much preferred dim light to bright, and I didn't want to miss this by being in the dark). Her breasts looked great, the cleavage brazenly exposed by the tank top and her horizontal body. "So, tell me about the air conditioning repairman's visit," I said, leaning up to kiss her neck. She let out an "Mmmm" as I nuzzled her and reached up to cup her breast. I felt the nipple, already hard, and felt my own hardness start to take shape. "No, no hands from you tonight," she said, removing my grasp. "That's too distracting. This is going to be my night to be in control. You just lie there and listen and do whatever comes naturally." "Getting my hands on you comes naturally," I said, smiling. But I lowered my hands to my side, scrunched down so I was lying flat underneath her, and waited to see what she had in mind. "First, did you notice that the air conditioner still isn't fixed?" she continued. "Yes, and?" "Well, Charlie says that there's some part that he needs to order, and he'll be back later this week to install it." "Charlie, now, is it? And how did you come to this level of intimacy with "Mister" repairman?" "I'll get to that. You should know that he got here just as I was getting out of my morning shower. I heard the bell ring, I was thinking it would be Cheryl, since she comes by at that time occasionally, and I didn't have time to really dress, so I pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tank top to answer the door." "Not the white ribbed one that I like so much because I can see your nipples through it, was it by chance? Not the one you're wearing right now? And not, by chance, these very shorts that are so loose they could be obscene from some positions and angles?" I asked, my dick starting to make a more obvious lump under the sheet. "Why yes, now that you mention it, coincidentally of course, these are the very ones! At any rate, when I opened the door, I got the distinct impression that he liked the outfit, too." "And tell me about him so I can get all oriented here." "Well, he's about 30, I'd guess, and he looks more like an older college student than a repairman. He has his own business with his own truck and a shirt that says "Charlie" on it – so there. He's about average height, like you, and he looks like he works out a lot – big biceps and shoulders. He's got thick, short blond hair and brown eyes and a tan, and when he smiles, he looks sort of like a younger Mel Gibson." "A blond Mel Gibson! And you had him smiling – I'll bet! How'd you find this guy anyway?" "Cheryl recommended him. I recalled her saying something about their heater breaking last winter and called her. She said I'd just love this guy, that he gives great service. I sort of wondered about her use of the phrase 'great service...' "So anyway, there he was with his big leather tool belt on and his shirt opened a couple of buttons, the sleeves rolled up. He really looked sexy, and there I was, having dressed in less that I would have if I'd known he was going to look like that! I probably blathered a bit, but he came in and I showed him where the unit is in the backyard. Then I went back inside. That's when I started thinking about you and your thing about me and other men, and thinking about him and how good he looked, and thinking about how much you like this top and the way I feel practically naked in it, for good reason. Then I went back outside. I thought, 'Bob will like this story, even though nothing's going to happen.' "Well, - and you'll like this - when I got outside, even though it was really hot out there, I realized my nipples were really pointing out under the tank top. That thought alone got them even harder, so I was really tightened up when I came around the corner to where he was working. He'd taken a bunch of stuff off – he'd taken the cover off, and he'd taken the insulation off around the pipes, and he'd taken his big tool belt off, and he'd taken his shirt off!" I was going to ask if his big tool belt was a belt for his big tool, or just a big belt, but I didn't want to ruin the pace the conversation was taking, and I could see that her nipples were staying hard. I figured that was a good sign. I also didn't want to let the erection I was getting go to waste by altering the mood, so I rubbed my bulge into Jackie's hips from below, just to let her know her tale was working its intended magic. "Mmmm, I thought that might be going on down there! Do you want me to stop so you can use that thing?" Jackie teased. "No, I think that will wait. Don't let me interrupt – I'll just react naturally from time to time." "OK, so there I was, as they say. He had his shirt off, and I had my nipples pointing at him, and I didn't even have a glass of lemonade for an excuse. I thought he hadn't seen or heard me, so I just stood there and watched for awhile, as he replaced the insulation and put the cover back on. There was still some part or another left, and he picked that up and turned to look at me, like he'd known I was there all along. I was just standing there, with these damned hard nipples, obviously watching him. So, I did what you might expect any self-respecting horny housewife would do when faced with such a dilemma. I blushed like crazy, realized it, and blushed some more. Then I asked him if I could get him anything, since it was so hot, then I realized how that sounded. Then I blushed some more. "He smiled this killer smile, then he stood up and I got to check out his chest, which was just as good as his back, with a little chest hair, but not as much as you, and great pecs and abs. He was sweating a little, which added to the image. He kept smiling and walked over and stood just a little closer than business casual and showed me this part that I had absolutely no interest in. He said it was a something or other off the compressor or something, and that he'd have to order one, and that it would be in tomorrow or the next day. And he kept on smiling, and I kept on realizing my nipples were hard, but I'd stopped blushing by then. We were just flirting without saying anything even remotely suggestive, and he was standing there and I was inhaling his smell, sort of an Old Spice clean sort of thing just barely discernable, wafting about. I'd been spraying some Opium on when I'd heard the bell, so I knew I smelled pretty good that close up, and we were both just enjoying the moment. Finally, I asked him more specifically if he'd like something to drink, and he said yes, still smiling, like he knew there was something going on, which it wasn't of course, or sort of was, or something like that, dammit. He gathered up his tools and belt and stuff and followed me into the house. "Since his hands were dirty, I offered him the guest bath to clean up in while I went to the kitchen. He went in there, and then I heard through the wall this sound like a horse peeing on a rock – deep and strong, you know? I never thought that hearing a man urinate could inspire thoughts, but that time it sure did! I knew good and well we didn't have any lemons, much less that I know how to make lemonade unless it's frozen or powdered, so when he came out, I offered him a beer or water or a coke. He took the beer, and I took one out for me as well, even though it was before lunch. "Beers in hand, I asked him if he'd like to sit down, but he said no, so I sat up on the counter to drink mine while he came around and leaned sideways against the sink. That gave him a front-on view of me, and I of him. I think it was about that time that I realized how loose these shorts are and how much I might be showing unless I kept my legs together, but they were already apart – not really spread, you know, just apart. I really felt like if I closed them it would signal to him that I'd realized they were open, so I was stuck. Meanwhile, he just kept smiling at my discomfort and drinking his beer. Every time he drank from his, I'd check him out, and every time I drank from mine, my nipples would feel the movement and reharden. Then I'd look back at him and see that he was looking at them, or at my crotch, and he'd look back at me and smile. It was getting ridiculous, but the beer was almost gone. Finally he suggested he come back next Wednesday to replace the part, and I said yes, that that would be fine. "I thought that was it, and then I finished my beer and he his. I went to get down from the counter, and he just moved up, took me by the waist and picked me off the counter, letting me down but basically pinning me between the counter and himself. I felt my stomach against his pants, his belt, and my breasts pressed into his chest and looked up at him, realizing I'd instinctively put my arms on his shoulders when he picked me up. He wasn't smiling anymore then, and he leaned down and kissed me, and I didn't move to stop him. He kissed well and long, and by the time it was over, he had his tongue in my mouth and his right hand on my left breast, which was feeling really good about then. I think I was feeling the start of an erection through his pants, which was feeling pretty good, too. When we broke the kiss, he moved back, and I just stood there in shock, but knowing I'd really liked it. "After that, he left, without any further words. He'll be back Wednesday of next week, or I can call and reschedule that for when you're home too, or cancel altogether, or whatever you want. I think he'll accept it if I just tell him that was a mistake, but I'm really uncomfortable about being alone when he gets here – maybe I can get Cheryl to come over here for when he arrives. What do you think?" I was pretty "conflicted," as they say, at that stage. I'd always loved the idea of someone else screwing Jackie, but in my fantasies it had always been on my terms, with my presence, under my control. Now that it was close to being a reality, and without me involved at all, I was distinctly ill at ease. I was also distinctly turned on. I pressed my erection up against Jackie's vulva again as I thought it over. "Well... I think I wanted for this sort of thing to be something like a vacation fling with a guest at some resort - someone we'd never see again. Something for us to share, not for you and some guy who drives a truck through the neighborhood getting housewives to refer him to their horny friends. Not for you to have it with him without my involvement. I'm sorry, but that's what's going on right now." "That's not all that's going on right now, though, is it?" Jackie said, reaching behind her to pull the sheet down from covering me, and exposing my cock. "Wow, it looks like you're about to break a record here, if this thing doesn't burst first! And purple yet – No, I'd say that's not all that's going on!" "Well, sorry, but I don't know which side is going to win out here, just yet. How about if I put this thing away somewhere convenient and you tell me what you have in mind for Wednesday if I go along with it? Then, if that's a no-go, I'll just make it a point to be home Wednesday myself – I can just take a day off to guard the home front. Besides, it would be a crack-up to see the look on his face when I open the door instead of you!" "That sounds interesting. Let's see, how about if I put it – ooh, and it's so hard tonight! – right about here?" With that, I slipped into a hot and dripping cunt. It was obvious that she'd been about as turned on as I, and I could tell she wanted to fuck from the way her breathing sucked in when I entered her, and then returned to deeper than normal. I immediately started to fuck her, hard, from underneath, moving my hips so that my cock stimulated the aft floor of her vagina and continued up to rub her G spot on each stroke. I knew that was an electrifying stroke to her, and she started coming almost immediately, humping back on me, gripping my shoulders for support and gasping for breath. I let her barely recover, then started it again, the same stroke, the same way, and with the same results. After the second one, she was panting and had collapsed on top of me. I loved the way I could turn her on to such reactions, even if tonight she was providing the fuel and all the sparking involved – maybe especially since she was conducting the movement tonight. After a moment of rest, I flipped her onto her back, rolling over on top of her without breaking the genital penetration. She wrapped an ankle around my thigh to keep me in, a trick of hers since she hated to let a hard dick get away. Hell, at those times when my dick was soft and slipped out, she always involuntarily sighed – another nice touch that was a compliment and which I loved. Now that I was on top, I raised myself on my hands in an "up" push-up position and started a slow, deep thrusting. I was extra hard, and I wondered if that meant larger than usual as well. I wanted to get her up on a ledge, keep her there, have her wanting to leap off into another orgasm, but not let her do it right away. The slow strokes were working, and I reamed her alternately straight on and from side to side, trying to keep myself back from exploding in the process. As her breath became ragged again, I asked her, "And what do you want to do tomorrow?" "I don't know – just fuck me tonight," she rasped. "I'll keep fucking you, but I want you to talk to me while I do," I challenged back. She didn't respond, so I stopped, not pulling out, just stopping. She kept fucking back at me, but I held off. She got the message. "OK," she said, resigned. "I want to turn you on, and if that means fucking him, I'll do it." I started moving again, but not as deeply, and said, "This is as much about you as about me. What's your desire or intention or whatever, if that's what I want as well?" "I want you to fuck me forever," she said quietly, then continued, "OK, he did turn me on, and it was because I was thinking of you and that you'd like it as much as that I'd like it as well. If it was up to me and I knew it wouldn't change us, or that it would actually be something you'd want, then yes, I'd want him to fuck me Wednesday. I'd want to meet him at the door, dressed the same as today, so he'll know. He'll fix the damned air conditioner, and I'd want to be there when he finished and I'll say he should take a shower to clean up. Then I'll lead him to the shower, step out until I hear the water, then go back in naked to join him. I'll climb in the shower with him and take the soap and wash him down, and I'll soap up his cock and balls and see what kind of a penis he has. I imagine it will be circumcised and thick. I'll turn my back and let him soap and scrub me from behind like you like to do, with his cock pushing against my ass. I'll want him to play with my clit, and I'll want him to hold me tight while my knees buckle and he gets me off with his hands. Then I'll rinse us both off, and we'll use those huge towels to dry each other, and his dick will be standing out, and I'll lead him back into the bedroom and get him onto the bed, and I'll kneel over him and suck him off. I'll suck him like you like to be sucked, with a hand on his balls and one milking his dick, making it slick with my saliva. He won't last long with me sucking at the head of his cock and running my tongue around it, and jacking him off with my saliva providing the lubrication. He'll want to shift around to fuck me, but I'll keep sucking him, not letting him get away, and it will feel so good to him he won't resist that much, and then he'll cry out and come, hard. I'll swallow most of it, and I'll milk him with my mouth until he's soft. Then I'll ask him to get me some water from the kitchen. While he's gone, I'll climb up to the bedroom loft. You'll be waiting there and you'll have been watching, and I'll kiss you before I kneel down to suck you as well, but just for a minute. Then I'll go back down the bedroom and lie down and he'll crawl between my legs, lying between them as I'm propped up on the pillows. He'll eat me, and I'll talk to him about what he's doing and how it feels. I'll tell him to do different things, and all the time I'll be looking into your eyes as you stand looking down at us from the shadows. Finally, after he's brought me to an orgasm, or maybe two, I'll turn him onto his back and use my hands to get him hard again, so you can see. When he's hard, I'll tell him I want you to join us. If he says no, I'll escort him out and come back so you can come down and fuck me. If he says yes, you can come in and watch him fuck me first." She paused, out of breath for the telling of all this, then continued. "When he says yes, you'll come in and I'll get onto my back, and he'll stick it in slowly. It will take awhile, because he's going to be really thick, but I'll be wet enough that it won't take too long until he's pushing all the way in and out. I want to be holding your dick while he fucks me, maybe sucking you at the side of the bed if we can work it that way. When he comes, I want you to climb on as he rolls off, and I want you to fuck me while he watches you. I want you to be as hard as you are now, and I want to let him hear me tell you how good it feels for you to be fucking me. I want you to fuck me fast and hard, and I want you to come inside me while I come for you!" Air Conditioning Repair Man At that, she toppled over the edge again. She clutched at me and made helpless animal sounds as we rammed each other through the last of her orgasm.. Finally, she concluded, "When it's all over, we'll tell him it was just an experimental thing that won't happen again. He might not believe it, but I know I'll only repeat it if we both want to, and I don't know now whether that will be or not. So, now, what do you think of that, and what is it you really want?" I hadn't really thought through what I wanted, but what she'd suggested sounded pretty good. From the reaction it got, it must have sounded pretty great – to us both. I gave it some thought while realizing my hands were still clutching the mattress, relaxed them, and thought some more. "Yes?" she asked after I hadn't answered. "Well," I finally started, "I think that was a great fuck, and I think that was a great scene you painted. On the other hand..." "On the other hand, what?" "Well, on the other hand I like the idea now, a lot, but I want to leave the door open for either one of us to stop the whole thing at any time, now, later, during it, or whatever." "Are you reconsidering?" she asked. "Not right now. I just want to leave the path open, in case." "Oh, and one more reflection - if thinking about it was this good, I'm not sure if my heart can take the real thing!" I laughed, hugging her to me. "It had better, 'cause I'm going to want to be worn out by the time he leaves, and I'm not going to want to interrupt all that by having to give you CPR!" "'Sounds like a deal. You're on." With that, we rolled over into each other's arms. While I tried to figure out my thoughts on the whole idea, I sensed her breathing steadily into deep sleep. During the day after Jackie told me her fantasy about screwing Charlie, the air conditioning repairman, I found it particularly hard to concentrate on much else. Fortunately, it was a predictable day at work, and I got through it without being visibly distracted, I think. When we got to bed that evening, I approached Jackie. "Hey there, I guess tomorrow's Wednesday. Any thoughts?" "No, not really." "Bullshit – I suspect you've had lots of thoughts. 'Still looking forward to it?" "Oh, like it's just me looking forward to it?" "Hey, Jackie, I didn't mean it that way. If this is going to put us on edge like this, maybe we should reconsider." "Well, I've been reconsidering, and re-reconsidering all day! On the one hand, I'm still somewhat intrigued. On the other, I'm not sure whether this is about us, or about me becoming some masturbatory trick for your benefit, or if it's some latent homosexuality thing on your part, or whether it's going to cause us bigger problems than the fun it may be for a day. . . Anyway, he called today, the part is in, and he'll be here at 9 a.m." "Yeah, I've been running through it in my mind, too. I've already arranged to take a day off tomorrow, so it's a go from that perspective. And remember, we can still call it off at any time, so I think I'm for it." "OK then you'd better get some sleep. I don't know if I can, but if we're going to do it, I want us both fresh and well rested for the big scene." -------------------- The next day, I showered, pulled on shorts and a work shirt, and waited. Jackie showered after I did and seemed to take an extra long time drying her hair and putting on makeup. When she emerged in the same outfit as before (freshly laundered on Tuesday), she looked great and smelled great, the scent of Opium wafting behind her as she walked. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away, protecting her unobtrusive makeup. I felt a little miffed, but was alternately excited that she was going to go through with it. I had to admit to being more aroused than I was jealous, and I was looking forward to getting the show on the road. At 9, he showed up, more punctual than any repairman I'd ever hired. Our house has various places to observe relatively unnoticed if you're not attentive, and Charlie's attention would be on Jackie, I was convinced. Charlie stepped into the foyer, saw Jackie and reached for her. Coquettishly, she slipped away and advised him that it was going to get uncomfortably hot if he didn't fix the compressor. Looking a little confused but resigned, he crossed through the family room to the back yard and started to work. I had to admit he was a good looking guy, and I could see where Jackie would be interested in a tumble with him. After he disappeared into the back yard, I emerged and asked Jackie, "Still ok?" "Listen, if you keep asking, I'll decide you're not," she said. "Now, unless you're going to change your mind, get out of here and let me concentrate on this. With any luck, I'll actually enjoy myself, thank you." "O. K. - I can take a hint," I said, probably sounding a little hurt, but knowing she was right. "And hey, I love you, you know." "Yeah, I know," I smiled, reaching out and caressing a breast fleetingly as I exited. I went into the bedroom and took up station in the loft there, easily out of sight, and well positioned to see the bed from above if I desired, and yes, I desired. I seemed only a moment before she was opening the door, then leading him to our master bath. She didn't come back out, and I soon heard the shower water running, and running, and running. Finally it stopped, and I could hear their conversation as they dried each other off. "That was the best shower I think I've ever had," his voice reported. "It was nice," she replied, then continued, "and so is this thing here. Doesn't this thing get in your way? It looks like it's about a pound! My, it just stays big even when it's soft, doesn't it?" "Big and bigger – are you complaining?" he said. "Let's see if we can get it to set a record! You know you have one great body, don't you – that's why you wore that top, wasn't it. You knew you'd get me going with those nipples poking through all the time. And look at them now – don't they ever go down?" "We'll see about what and who goes down, and when, and no, I'm not complaining. Come here, big guy." With that, I saw them emerge. She was leading him, holding onto his dick. I couldn't tell from that glimpse what it looked like, since I had to duck out of sight, just as she pushed him back onto the bed. The loft is behind the headboard of the bed, steps at one side leading up to it, the bath off to the other side of the room, the doorway out across and down from the foot of the bed. I had a great view looking down on the top of his head, as he watched her kneel between his spread legs. He wasn't about to look at anything but her at that point, and I got a camera's eye view. I wished I'd thought to film this, but knew that was out of the question. I reflected momentarily that it was ok – we were actually doing this, and she seemed to be really into it, and my jealousy was vastly overruled by my erotic responses. My dick was hard, and I gently rubbed it through my shorts, but I wasn't about to masturbate to this – I was looking forward to the fuck I expected would culminate the morning. Whatever breathing I was doing was probably drowned out by the jazz Jackie had on the stereo, Milt Jackson's "Sunflower" and some Brubeck following that, on a tape that I knew took a good hour to play through. Jackie knelt between his legs and stroked his dick as she watched it and him alternately. I've watched her handle me in a similar fashion, and I know what my dick looks like in her hand. This view left no doubt that he was noticeably thicker, and already somewhat longer, than I am. It was still half-flaccid, bending over her fist, but clearly showing awakening tendencies. I don't know if she was doing an OJ's glove thing, but it appeared that her hand barely could encircle it. It was also uncircumcised, while I follow the Jewish law. Jackie told me once she'd never had an uncut cock, and I was interested to see if she remarked on it. From what I'd heard of them, I was glad they'd showered first. Having noticed that, I registered a flash of jealousy but much more arousal at seeing her stroke him. The net was that I felt even harder. I paused mentally to ask myself if I wanted him too, and if this really was some homosexual outing for me, and I recognized that it wasn't, to considerable personal relief. I was just hot that she was hot and that they were hot. It was voyeurism mixed with my intimacy with her, and it was all going to be ok. Naturally oblivious to all this, which took maybe a second to transpire, he reached down and cupped her breasts with his hands. He rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers – those nipples I knew so well, those nipples which she was sharing with him, those nipples that were obviously enjoying his tweaking as much as they did mine, those nipples that were only on very temporary loan to him, from her, not from me. Probably for my benefit as much as his, Jackie narrated as she went, as much as she could, considering what she was doing. "You know, I thought you'd be thick, and you really are. Is it ok if I just play with this thing for awhile? I won't make you have to last long. Look, you're already getting hard, and look how much it's grown – I do love a big, hard cock, and this is a big, hard, cock! If you'll get it soft for me, I'd like to check out the foreskin. I've never been around one, but it doesn't look like it wants to get soft! Let me just lick it . . . like this. And maybe, lick you down here a little." With that, she scooted out of his reach, lying on her front, propped up on her elbows, her ass raised invitingly. She licked up the length of his shaft, then lowered her head and tongued his balls. He had his hands on her head now, holding her hair back so he could see, I supposed. Fortunately, that meant I could see as well – I'd have to thank him for his consideration. As she explored, I got another good look at his tool, now what I guessed was fully unfurled. It was thick, which obviously hadn't been lost on Jackie. It was glistening now with her saliva, and it was plum-colored at the head, with a band of pink below the head and a shaft of darker flesh – he'd picked up some swarthy genes along the line, so much so that his dick looked Italian, not blue-eyed blond. He did look like he was in good shape, and I could see why he had a reputation as a good service man among the homemakers. Cheryl might just have had good experience in recommending him – I wondered how many air conditioning units in our neighborhood had experienced multiple failures in order to get his services. By now, I could imagine he was getting pretty close to coming, just from the attention, unless she'd already gotten him off in the shower, in which case his recuperative powers were also pretty remarkable. Coincidentally, Jackie solved that one, saying "I can't believe you're hard again so fast! I thought that when you came in my hand in the shower, you'd be out of commission for awhile. My husband takes a day to recover, at least." He was moaning wordlessly, as she continued. "Do you think it would be ok if I just tried to suck it a little bit? I promise I'll try to do it well," she teased, as he grunted his "Uh-huh!" enthusiastically. With that, she sucked the golf-ball sized head into her mouth, and amazed me that she took it so effortlessly. After a moment of just sucking at the head, she started to suck the shaft in and out, and was soon taking what looked to be most of it, as his moaning continued. Backing off for a moment, she said, "Now, I'm going to do that some more, and I really want you to come in my mouth, ok? I just love it when men come in my mouth! Come on, then we'll rest and see what else you're up for." And, true to her word, she went back to it, sucking deeply, making slurping noises and moaning herself, drawing him to the edge. It didn't take long, the whole blow job taking maybe five, maybe ten minutes max. When he started coming, he held her head – I hoped not too tightly, and thrust his hips upwards. She stayed with him, and he humped his cock into her mouth, crying out unintelligibly. Presently, he calmed down and let his hands drop to his sides. She kept on slowly sucking, and after a couple of moments, she let his dick slide out of her mouth to lie limply against his thigh. It was greatly deflated, but still of a size that would be locker room impressive. His breathing had subsided to a normal rate when she said, "Charlie, would you be a dear and get me a glass of ice water from the kitchen? I think you know where it is." He was in no mood not to do anything she wanted at that point, and he padded out of the bedroom casually naked. I wondered if the front shades had been drawn or if he was on display to anyone passing in front of the house. Jackie sprang out of bed and silently up the steps to the loft. "Well, what did you think? I notice you didn't interrupt!" "You were magnificent!" I said, drawing her into my arms to kiss her. She responded eagerly, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the remnants of his ejaculation, and it was curious – bland, maybe salty, really unremarkable, which to me was somehow remarkable. "Mmmm," I responded, rubbing my bulging shorts against her mound and feeling her breasts. "So, want to go ahead with the offer to join forces, or would you rather just fuck him while I continue to watch?" "That's tempting," she said. "All the time I was sucking him, I was thinking of you watching us. I think I have a deeper streak of exhibitionism than I'd realized. I'm wet as all get out, even more than I usually get when I suck you. But I love it when a plan works, and I need to get back anyway." With that, she skipped back down the steps just in time to be adjusting the bedside stereo when he came back with the water. She accepted the glass and drank it down in a single draught. "Thanks, that was just what I needed. Now, do you have to go, or can you stay and see what develops?" "Oh, I can stay!" he responded eagerly. "I arranged not to have any other appointments all day." "Pretty cocky, aren't you? I'm not sure whether to be offended that you figured me for a sure thing, or flattered that you want to stay after coming twice already." "Oh, I never figure women for a sure thing, but I was sure willing to hope . . . Besides," he continued, "I'm told I'm a quick recovery. I'm getting these stirrings again, just seeing you buck naked and thinking about fucking you." "Well, so you are," she said, putting down the empty glass and moving back into his arms. She grabbed his buttocks in her hands, pulled his hips to hers, and humped gently. "It certainly feels nice," she murmured. "Let's just lie down and take our time here." They moved back onto the bed, him on his back with her lying beside him. As if she were very familiar with it, she leaned up on one elbow, reached over, circled his cock with her hand, and started to milk it, watching intently as she massaged it. She worked it as if it were a science project, it seemed, taking extra care with the foreskin. She pulled it back, looked at the softened head, covered it again, and generally performed a thorough medical exam. I got the impression she figured this was the last uncircumcised cock she'd ever deal with, and so she was going to check it out thoroughly. He lay back, watching her play with him, undoubtedly pleased as hell with what had gone on and readying himself for the fuck he anticipated. He'd gotten semi-hard as she squeezed him, when he said, "Hey, as great as that feels, I think it's my turn here." Pushing her onto her back gently, he knelt astride her hips, his dick resting on her pubic hair, taking a breast in each hand. She lay back, enjoying the attention. Her nipples were hardening as he squeezed and massaged her breasts. "Mmmm, that's nice – not too hard, though," she advised him. He stroked her, his hands moving from her breasts to her neck, down her arms, back to her breasts, and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. As he stroked her, he sidled back to rest his hips between her thighs, his dick resting on her cunt. He adjusted so as he humped, it rubbed up and down her slit and obviously on her clitoris, but not entering her. I knew that the motions of her hips up and down were in response to that, and it was exciting to see her getting aroused so expertly. "I love these nipples," he started. They looked so good in that shirt you had on when I came to the door – I just wanted to jump you right then, but I didn't want to blow my chance either. He leaned over and I could see the back of his head as he began sucking on them, alternating between them, leaving each nipple glistening as he moved to the other. As he did that, she cradled his head to her breasts and craned to look up, smiling at me. After sucking his fill, he sat back on his haunches and put her hands back onto his now fully hard cock. She stroked it, looking down at it, and complimenting his response, "Oh, I do love to get a man hard. It's such a nice thing for a man to do for me. It makes me feel sexy and desirable. And, I think you're even bigger now than before – that's extra nice!" "Oh, you're desirable, all right," he said, than backed away, and lay between her legs, his head above her crotch. He spread her legs with his hands, and I heard her gasp as he dipped his head, and, I presume, started to tongue her. Jackie has a great cunt, a great taste, and great responses, and soon she was moaning and rotating her hips as he ministered to her pussy. She had her hands on his head, her legs spread, her knees bent. He had an ass cheek in each hand. She held his head, knowing how little he could see in that position, I guess, and looked up at me as he tongued her. "Oh, yeah," she cooed to him, narrating for my benefit again. "Lick it just like that, all around the nub . . . not too fast yet - I want to enjoy this . . . oh, that finger feels great, just going up and down the lips . . . ok now, a litttle faster, and flick it as you circle . . . oh yeah, oh yeah!" Quickly, she grasped his head closer and cried out as her orgasm hit her. He kept at whatever he was doing, and she kept running her fingers through his hair, as a second orgasm followed close on the heels of the first. As that one subsided, she pulled him up gently, but squirmed away from his intent to get his cock into her. "That was marvelous, but before we fuck, give me a minute," she sighed. He acquiesced, rolling onto his back, his forearm across his eyes. I could tell he was exasperated but his real feelings were revealed by his cock pointing up, obviously ready for fucking. "Charlie," Jackie almost cooed, "I've got an idea." "What's that, babe?" 'Babe?!' I thought, but I was determined to let things proceed. "Well," she continued, "You know I'm married, and he's really a great guy, and since we're getting along so well, I wondered if you'd be interested in having him join us. I've never been with two guys before, and I think he'd probably be interested if it would be ok with you." "Listen, if there's one thing I've stayed away from, it's the husband s of the women I fuck," he said bluntly. "They may talk a good fantasy, but you never know how they'll face the reality. I'd rather just keep this between us – don't you think we can have enough fun just between ourselves?" "We just did, sort of," she said. "But how about if you knew it was ok with him – then would you be all right with it? I'd really like to have both of you to play with, and vice versa!" "Yeah, sure, if I knew it was ok. But take my word for it, you don't know how he'll react. Don't even mention this to him, ok?" "Well, that's sort of too late, since he's known about this whole thing all along." "Oh great, just great," he sighed. "Well, I think maybe I ought to go. That would be a lot of fun, but my hunch is that what he fantasizes about is different than what he'd think of things in the flesh." Air Conditioning Repair Man I figured it was my cue about then, so I stood up and walked down the stairs, announcing my presence, "She's right, Charlie, and it's ok. I've been enjoying watching you two since you arrived, I'm not freaked out by it, and I'd love to give Jackie the treat of both of us. If you're not for that, you can go ahead and leave, and that will be that - no problem. If you'd like to stay, we'd like that as well. It will be just for today, and we both don't want a repeat performance, but we're both up for just today. What do you say?" "Shit," he started. "You scared the hell out of me!" I looked, and it was true. Sometime during the conversation, Jackie had dropped his dick, and now it looked absolutely wilted. "Give me a minute here, ok?" he asked, and we nodded. I went and sat beside Jackie, who sat up next to me. She put her hand over the bulge in my shorts and leaned her head on my shoulder. I suspected she was smiling sweetly. He wasn't moving, just lying there, maybe a bit dazed, I think. Then, with her other hand, she took up his cock again and restarted her fondling. It didn't take long for it to start to grow in response, and I could see him trying to take it all in, figure it out, and rationalize to himself the situation. I'd rationalized enough in my time to know, as I watched the results of her ministrations, he'd stay. I kept quiet during this. Jackie, still sensitive to his recovery, slid down and started sucking him, slowly, as he and I both watched. She kneeled between his legs, fondled his balls with one hand, and with the other reached over and stroked the bulge in my shorts. Her ass was raised high, and the swell from her waist to her ample hips looked positively gorgeous. Charlie looked at her, sucking him as he sat there, looked at her ass, and then looked at me, trying to factor all this in. It was time for him to decide if I was really ok, although I thought it was pretty obvious by now. "She looks great, doesn't she?" I asked. "Yeah," was all he replied, but I could see his mind was now on the sensations she was giving to his cock, and I knew he was no longer questioning. Jackie let him slide out of her mouth, and we could all see his arousal, shining with her saliva. He was turgid now, and it twitched in the air, seeming to beg to be re-enveloped. Jackie pulled his legs toward the foot of the bed, and he ended up lying flat. Then she crawled up to me, slipped her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around my tongue as she unbuttoned my shorts. "Let's see, oh yes, we have another entry, or at least another competitor for entry," she teased as she pulled my shorts down and tugged me down to lying flat, beside Charlie. Kneeling back now on her heels, her knees each between our legs, she had a hard cock in each hand. Watching, it seemed that I was about ¾ size compared to him. He was really equipped, and her hand looked small stroking him, compared to me. I could feel her squeezing and milking me, and I could see she was doing us both the same way. I reached up and cupped her right breast, and seeing my lead, Charlie did the same with her left. She seemed to enjoy the sensation, and I thought I heard her actually purring. "Well now, you're both so hard, what should we do about this?" she asked. "I sort of think Charlie wants to fuck you," I offered. "Maybe something in a traditional posture?" "Yes, that would be nice," she said, and I got up as she lay down in my place. Charlie didn't need further encouragement or direction, and he crouched between her legs, sitting on his haunches, his cock pointing upward. Jackie took his cock in both hands, lowered it to her, and guided him into her. "Ah, . . oh, . . un-huh, . . . oh, yeah!" she managed as he sank into her, taking about three strokes until buried to the hilt. Charlie stayed sitting straight and watched his dick slide in and out, as did I. Jackie reached out and grabbed me by the dick as I stood by the bed, but it was apparent that she wasn't as interested in me at that moment as she was in his being in her. It was wonderful for me to watch her fuck from a third party perspective, seeing her hips thrust up to meet his inward strokes. I knew she did that when we fucked, but I'd never really taken the time or had the angle to see her do it with me. With him still straight, I could see his shaft slide in, then pull her pussy as he withdrew each stroke. He stayed in that position, so that it was pretty much only his cock in touch with her – that and her ankle hooked around his, like she did with me, repeating the body language that she was taking care that he not get away. She started to come after only a short time, maybe a minute or two, and he urged her on, pumping harder and lifting her ass up off the bed with each hammering instroke. "Damn, oh damn, oh damn!" she cried, as her orgasm swept past. He stayed with her, never slowing, and she came right back, this time shaking and laughing as she came again, and in the process almost causing me pain from her pulling on my cock, I think unconsciously. By this time, he was out of breath, but not out of steam. He rolled to her right, onto his back, gasping for air, his gleaming cock waving at the ceiling. I pulled her roughly up, turned her over onto her knees, and positioned myself behind her. She knew and loved this position and complied willingly. I sank my dick into her pussy from behind, feeling how slick and wet she was, and wondering if her looseness was due to being stretched by Charlie's greater girth or just from her excitement and lubrication. I sank immediately up to my own hilt and started grinding back and forth, sideways, probing those familiar interior contours with the head of my cock. She rocked forward on her elbows, her head into the pillow, and cried back at me, "Oh, that's good. Don't stop, don't stop! Oh!" and came yet again. I was so excited and had been hard so long, I didn't know if I was going to come too soon or would never come, just stay hard, and didn't care. Finally, as that orgasm passed through her, I reduced my reaming to a steady, straight pumping fuck, slowing the tempo to a crawl. After several minutes of this, with her hips pushing back at me at each stroke, she collapsed forward, rolled over, and lay on her back, sucking in air, smiling broadly, and shivering slightly. "Oh, this is too good!" she mused. "It's like a tag team!" Charlie said, and pulled her on top of him. "Oh, I don't know if I can do this – I'm getting fucked out, I think," Jackie said, but without much conviction. She sat up on him, reached down for his fat cock, and, raising her hips above him, placed it at her cunt and sank down on him. "Ahh-ahh," she murmured as it sank into her again. Charlie started a slow fucking of her, reaching up and caressing both her breasts. She folded her hands behind her head like a centerfold, raising her breasts higher, and sitting erect on him, moving up and down to meet his strokes. "Is that pretty good?" I asked. "Oh . . yes . . . that's pretty good!" she answered, smiling at me. I stood beside the bed, my dick still hard. She noticed the convenient altitude and told Charlie to move to the edge, as she continued to fuck him. There, she turned, bent over and sucked me into her mouth. "Two cocks at once – I've imagined this, and it's even better in real life!" she managed to say, then sucked me in again. As I watched her suck me, she took my balls into her right hand and rolled them gently. With her other hand, she reached behind and under her, taking Charlie's balls in her hand, I supposed, as I loved her to do to me in this position. That did it for him, and he arched up, grunting and shooting into her again. She reciprocated, coming again and in the process gagging on my dick, letting it spring free, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. She looked beautiful, flushed, and out of breath. "Sorry about that. Now it's your turn," she said to me. "How do you want to come?" "I don't know whether I even can at this stage," I said. "Sorry – not an option, so let's see, how would be the very best, most memorable, never-to-be-done-again way? After all the ones I've had so far, and Charlie here's had, what – three? Therefore, it is most definitely your turn." "Hmm... It certainly sounds nice," I admitted. She was still sitting on his dick, while he was lying, eyes closed, just recovering, his hands casually draped across her thighs. "Can you still feel him inside?" "Oh, sure. He's soft in there, but I still know he's there, especially if I squeeze." With that, she obviously squeezed, and he let out a satisfied sigh. "But, the question is still how do you want to come?" With all this conversation, she was now stroking my erection gently with her left hand while her right hand still massaged my scrotum affectionately. "We'll do me later – I just want you to get your fill while Charlie's still here." "Yeah, but isn't there something the three of us could do together that would really turn you on?" "Well, such as . . .?" "Hmmm . . . such as, I stand you two up facing each other, and alternate sucking you? Such as, you two lie cock-to-cock, and I fuck you from above, alternating? Such as, you fuck my ass while he fucks my pussy?" That was news. I'd never fucked Jackie in the ass. I'd fucked my first wife that way, but I hadn't taken to it, and Jackie had always rejected the idea when I'd suggested it. This was interesting, that she was willing to break that barrier in this setting. "Hey, you two. I'm totally fucked out. It'll be days before I'll get it up again. If you want me to watch, I will; but I think I should really go and maybe sleep for a couple of years!" "Already?!" Jackie laughed good-naturedly. "Just when we were getting going. Oh well. Let's all take a breather and check back in an hour or so." I was hard as a rock, so taking a breather wasn't what I had in mind, but I figured Jackie hadn't had enough of that big tool yet and was negotiating for another session. "Hey, over here! I thought you wanted me to get off!" I mock-complained. "OK, you're right. Back to this. Charlie – you go fix us a snack – there's beer and wine and cheese in the 'frig. David, you come here and think some more about how you want to come." Charlie dismounted and padded away, his limp dick swaying and glistening. I slid closer to Jackie as Charlie turned to watch from the bedroom doorway. Jackie took my dick in her hand, pushed me back onto my back again, turned around into a 69 position but with her ass held high, and sucked me into her mouth. "He's bigger, but you're better to suck," she commented back at me, in a confidential tone, between strokes. "Does it get you hot that he's so big? I don't remember ever being fucked with anything bigger, and he's so thick – I almost came just from jacking him off in the shower. You didn't see that part – I told him he should shower, just like we planned, then I just stayed there, turned on the water for him, pulled off my clothes, and waited for it to sink in. He's no genius, but with that come knew, that this was all for my benefit, and it took some time, since each sentence was punctuated by multiple suckings of my cock into her mouth. I was still hard, but not ready to come. As Charlie turned back toward the kitchen, apparently figuring he wasn't going to miss anything, I continued the discussion, "I think maybe for openers I want to switch places with where we just were, with you fondling his cock – see if you can get him hard again, while I watch, and for you to talk me into coming, however you think that would work." "You're so verbal at times," she said, then "maybe we'll do just that, but let's put that thing in a warm place for now." She rolled onto her back. I got into position above her, rocked forward, and my dick slid easily into her. I could feel that she was literally dripping wet now, her juices mixing with his semen. She was so loose, I wasn't sure I would get sufficient friction to get me off, but there was a level of excitement that was keeping me extra hard. I wondered if that extra hard sensation meant I was larger than usual, balanced that on the looseness I was feeling which made me fear I might not even be up to my best, and decided just to focus on the fucking. "You're really wet, you know."-on, it didn't take long for him to catch on and join me. I grabbed his dick, shampooed it, rinsed him, then poured conditioner all over it. He was pointing at the ceiling, and I was jacking him off with both hands, he was so big. Did you notice how big he is? He's really big, you know!" She was laughing during this delivery, teasing me, knowing I was enjoying it. ** I knew, and she "You think? Yeah, I guess when a guy fills me up and then fills me up, I should expect to get a little wet. But you feel great!" At that, she squeezed down, all those Kegel exercises paying off, I supposed. Suddenly, she felt tight as well as wet, and that was just what my dick wanted. "In fact, I think you feel really big, too!" she continued, knowing what would turn me on even more. "He felt big, but now you feel even bigger than usual. It's like I tell you, you're the right size for me, and when you rub up against me like you do, I can't help coming." "Like this?" I said, letting the head of my dick slide almost out of her, then pushing forward and up with the stroke, ending with the base of it compressing the top of her opening and with my pubic bone pressed against her clitoris. She closed her eyes, and it only took a few moments of that to have her coming again. I kept it up through her waves, slowing with her natural recovery rhythm. "I'll bet you do that with all the guys," I joked as she grinned up at me. "Hey, it's not supposed to be me – it's supposed to be you doing that!" she said in mock objection, avoiding the issue. "Pardon me?" I said, enjoying her surrender to me and wanting her to talk me into getting off. "Oh yeah. Well, you know how I love cock, and I love yours the best." "Mmm-hmmm, but not mine exclusively. It sure looked like you loved Charlie's cock just recently." "Yeah, that was nice. He's really big, or did you miss that part?" "No, I didn't miss it at all, thanks, but thanks so much for reminding me." "No, I didn't think you would have missed that, and I don't think you mind being reminded. But really, do you regret this thing? Do you think I'll get hooked on fucking other guys?" "Hmm... Do you think there's that possibility? Do you think you'll end up taking on the local fire department, calling in false alarms? Maybe reporting thefts to get some cops over here to check out your evidence?" "Gosh, you never know. Would you like that?" "I think I could have fun thinking about that, but I'm having a fine time doing this." I felt perennially close, jazzed, near to the edge and not quite sure how near. I decided to push on over, or to have her do the pushing. "Besides, it appears that just one other cock, a big one, is what you might get hooked on." "No, I don't think so, but like I said, it was nice." "He felt a lot bigger than me?" I said, casting for I didn't know what response. "You really want to hear this sort of thing now?" "Yeah, I think so." "Ok, then, I could tell he was bigger than you, but not by a lot, and it was exciting. I could feel him really hard inside me, feel his cock head pushing at all sorts of nice places, and I liked having my breasts exposed to him. I liked having my nipples hard for him before we undressed, and I liked him sucking on them in the shower, and I liked washing him in the shower. He was sort of half-hard at first, then he got really big, and I liked stroking him and then I sucked him in the shower. He held my head and I sucked him and told him how he was so big and hard. I told him because it was true but moreso because I wanted to tell be able to tell you I'd told him that. I might even like to have a dildo that felt like that, but I don't think I want it attached to anything – maybe just a dildo that you could play with on me, or make me play with while you watch. The whole time I was in the shower, and the whole time he was fucking me, and the whole time I was sucking him, I was thinking of you and hoping you were turned on, and that turned me on, and now I can't stop coming!" With that, she tensed up and came as if out of nowhere, hard, grinding down on my cock then falling onto me, her breasts pressed into my chest, her face at the base of my neck, her breathing hard. "Oh, this is getting to be almost instantaneous," she laughed, her hips still gently fucking me from above. "Well, you're certainly good at it," I reminded her. "Just when did you get to like sex so much? Were you always this hot?" "Oh no, nothing like this until I'd already been married and then single again and had the time to learn to play!" "Uh-huh. And while you learned to play, did you always love dicks, or were they just something that helped you get off?" "Oh, I liked them well enough from the first, I suppose. You know, the guy in high school that put his dick in my hand at the drive-in. I told you about him. But I didn't really know I'd really, really like it back it then." "So when did the epiphany happen - was it with your first lover after you two separated?" "No, not with him. You know this anyway – are you sure you want me to share this with Charlie here?" "Charlie's not here right now, so please continue." "OK, you remember Junk Food?" "Sure, the dumb jock type." "He wasn't dumb, just sort of average, and the only athletics I recall he did were in bed." "OK, just my impression, then. Yes, I remember your telling me about him." "Well, he told me one night that I had a great body, but that I really didn't seem to like sex as much as my body did. I didn't understand that, so he told me we were going to dedicate a day to my sexual education. He came over to my place, made me stay in the kitchen while he actually went through my clothes and packed a bag (I was really glad I didn't have any secrets hidden in my lingerie drawer). Then he took me to a resort out on the beach, got us a suite, and had me dress in a silk shirtdress he'd bought for me, with only a thong for underwear, for dinner. We ate on the patio – it was really warm, being July – and he had me unbutton the shirt and the skirt until it was only held on by a couple of buttons. The waiters were showering us with attention and couldn't keep their eyes off my open-to-my-ribs neckline and my open almost to the crotch skirt. He, Junk Food, that is, fed me bites of food across the table, and as the time passed I gradually progressed from embarrassment to being turned on by being more exhibitionist than I'd ever been before. That's when he got up and told me to follow him back to the room at a distance of about 20 feet. It was obvious I was following him, but I felt alone and exposed, since he forbade me from buttoning up. All the waiters, and most of the diners, ogled me as I walked. The women looked scandalized, and the men looked like they envied the hell out of Junk Food." "That reminds me – you never have told me his name. Why not?" "Maybe one day I will, but for now, not knowing his name lets you wonder, doesn't it?" "Yes, now that you mention it. Anyway, back to the resort." "Well, when we got to the room, he proceeded to make love to me slowly and gently, not fucking me, but working over all of my body – he sucked my toes (a first for me, but not something that did much for me except for the novelty), he massaged me, he ran a tub bath and scrubbed me, he just kept that sort of thing going on and on. It was nice, and it was so me-oriented that I think it sort of broke the thing I had back then about focusing on the man all the time. It was finally occurring to me that sex for my sake was ok at times, sex for his sake would be ok at others, and sex for us both most of the time. You already knew that when we met, so I presume you had someone teach you that as well? Wait, I'm not sure I want to know about that – maybe later. If he'd left it at that, I think it would have been worth it, but after all that, he put me to bed and I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to find a maid's costume laid out on the bed, and a note telling me to shower, put on the outfit, and prepare to learn the submissive side of sex. He wasn't there – I didn't know when he'd left, but the kitchen was cleaned up from the night before, the bathroom was cleaned up with fresh towels on the racks, and there was no trace of him." Air Conditioning Repair Man Charlie was just entering at the bedroom door again, a tray of various food in one hand very well arranged, with wine bottle and three glasses grasped in the other. I didn't feel like having this part of the intimacy shared, so I told Jackie she'd have to continue the story later. She excused herself to the bathroom, and I followed when she emerged. When I came out, the food was on the tray on the bed, the glassed filled. We all sat cross-legged on the bed, my dick now flaccid, Jackie's pussy clearly visible and shining, Charlie's tool hanging limply but still impressively between his legs. After some cheese and sausage and wine, Charlie said he was really, really tired, and lay down at the edge of the mattress. I moved the food aside, propped up the pillows behind me, cradled Jackie in the crook of my arm, and we all fell asleep, pretty quickly I think. We probably slept about two or three hours – I had lost track and didn't check the clock beforehand. When I awoke, it was 1 o'clock, another several hours of time before we needed him to be gone (unless the neighborhood harpies were spying, in which case it was already too late). Jackie and I had disentangled in our sleep, and she was lying on her back, her breasts soft and relaxed. Charlie was similarly arranged. I propped up on an elbow and watched them, wondering if what we'd done was real, deciding it was since Charlie was lying there in the buff. Outside a siren broke the quiet, startling Jackie awake. She looked around, registered the scene, and smiled up at me. "Did we really do that?" she said. "'Seems like it – any reflections?" "I'm not sure, but I think I'm sore," she smiled, probably remembering the earlier scenes. "Oh, great – now she's sore, just in time." I joked back. "Don't worry – it's not that sore," she reassured me, and herself. Charlie stirred but didn't wake. "Think you can get him hard without waking him?" I suggested. "Hmm. I don't know – how would that work?" "I don't know that myself," I admitted, "but why not try? I've always wanted to wake up hard and inside you myself." "Why, that's very nice of you – I think I'll save that experience for you alone, but maybe a little experiment here might show us if it's feasible." With that, she rubbed her hands together to warm them and gently wrapped her fingers around Charlie's resting prick. At first, there seemed to be no reaction, and Charlie didn't register anything with his breathing either. I wondered if he was faking it. Then, bit by bit, she squeezed very gently, and it started to respond. Soon it was rising, and she let it go. Without her stimulus, it seemed to know what it wanted and continued to grow on its own. "Maybe he's dreaming about you," I offered. "This is really fascinating, that it does that all by itself," Jackie commented, obviously interested in the mechanics of the thing. "Obviously, we need to see just how far you can take him without waking him up." "You think?" she said, understanding my gist. "Oh, why not?" "Gee, the things a housewife has to do," she mocked, and leaned over, delicately wrapping her lips around the bulging head of his cock. "Aw, damn!" Charlie burst out, and promptly came in her mouth, bucking and grabbing her shoulders as he humped upwards. She drained him, then took him in her hand and squeezed the last drops out, giggling. "Couldn't fake it any more, eh?" she said. "Hey, I woke up with my dick in your hand and you two whispering. It felt so good, I figured I was doing something right by doing nothing, so I kept it up – for awhile at least." "A short while," laughed Jackie. "I've never waked up that way, so there's no wonder I didn't last long!" he excused. "But, hey, I've got to go – I actually have to get some work done so I can make some money today – I'm sure not going to bill you folks!" "Sure you are," I said. "What do you take us for, hookers?" With that, Charlie dressed and left, Jackie turned back to me and said, "OK, buster, you're not just next – you're now. What'll it be?" "Well, I've got to admit, you looked mighty fine just sucking on him. Maybe that would work for me too." "It had better," Jackie said. "Otherwise, I may have to get Cheryl over here to help me – it would be a shame for me to have had all the fun!" "Oh, you didn't have ALL the fun," I assured her. Then, "but don't let the Cheryl idea die. I could get to like that idea!" "Mmm," she said, her mouth full of me, then lifting her head for a moment, "so could I . . . "