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Dueling Duets Pt. 01

By: adamgunn





Dueling Duets Pt. 01



We chatted all through dinner. Judy let me buy a bottle of wine. While we were eating, I pointed out some women at other tables and critiqued their 'sex quotient.' Judy was fascinated. Apparently, these were things she had never considered before.

When we had finished, it was about 45 minutes until the shops closed. Judy suggested that we go into the mall and do some people watching. After a while, Judy observed that I was partial to women who wore reds or deep blues. I told her that most men were. We stopped back into the bar for a nightcap, and said, "What's next, teacher?"

I told her that a good place to start was clothes, makeup and hair. She asked me to help her with that, and I told her that I knew nothing about them. She told me that I knew what I liked. What if we met tomorrow afternoon, and I could escort her while she purchased some new clothes. Although I hate shopping as much as the next guy, I figured I owed it to her. After we finished our drinks, I walked her to her car. As I opened the door for her, she gave me a little hug, and a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she drove off.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Saturday seemed to bode well. I played some of the best golf of the summer, and took $24 and lunch off of my partners. After showering, I met Judy in the same bar by the mall. I almost didn't recognize her. She had gone to the beauty parlor and her hair was much shorter and curly. Then she had gone to one of the department stores and got a consultant to teach her how to make herself up. Even though she was wearing a plain white dress, she had become very attractive. She was so excited because one of the gents in the bar kept looking over her way before I got there; she was certain that she was being checked out!

We started towards the clothes stores, and Judy started out by going immediately to the racks of pastels and patterns, and I just stood with my hands on garments that were red, blue, green, or anything bright. Between stores, she queried me about the cut of the clothes; should she let it all hang out or what? I told her that clothes should be an advertisement, and should show just enough to ensure the viewer that there was more in there that he'd like to see. In the fourth store, she tried on a great outfit for her; a red silk blouse that showed a little cleavage and a great navy skirt with a slit up the side. When the salesgirl suggested a golden belt to go with it, Judy was hesitant, but went along with it on my recommendation. She wore this outfit out of the store. For the first time, I was noticing that Judy had boobs. Not big ones, but well proportioned. In the next store Judy bent over while she was wearing a very loose blouse, and I caught a glimpse of her bra. You guessed it, playtex, white and formless. By the time we were done, Judy had purchased five new outfits, all with my seal of approval.

I made her wear one of her new outfits along with a pair of red high heels that we had purchased. She looked quite good. I took her to a restaurant nearby, the kind that has soft music and is very quiet. Over dinner, we discussed how a sexy woman acts. She had been under the impression that the only way to be sexy was to throw herself at a man. I explained that was the last thing. Perhaps a glimpse of leg, or a nicely upturned arm. When I told her that one of the sexiest things a woman can do in public is to hold a man's hand, she was incredulous. I told her to look at some lovers across the way, and she observed what I meant. Then she reached over the table, took my hand, and started massaging it gently. I told her that Dave would really enjoy it when she did that, and she asked, "And you don't?"

I again walked her back to her car, and she gave me a very nice hug. I could feel her breasts rubbing just a little over my chest, and she gave me a quick, chaste kiss on the mouth with a "Thanks, Don. I've enjoyed it."

A few minutes after I got home, the phone rang, and it was Lisa. We don't bother keeping in touch with each other much when we're on the road. Maybe one or two calls a week. This time, there was some noises in the background, and Lisa told me she was out by some seals in San Francisco. I asked her how big they were; she told me it didn't matter, she wasn't into bestiality. When she asked me what I was doing with myself, I just said, "Not much of anything." I guess I just didn't want to tell her about Judy, no particular reason. We talked for fifteen or twenty minutes. Just a few seconds after we'd hung up, it rang again. I figured it was Lisa calling me back to tell me something she'd forgot, and I answered, "Hello again, Beautiful!"

Judy's voice replied, "Don, do you really think so?"

I quickly thought about it, and then candidly retorted, "Yes, I do; you've made a great deal of progress." She was quite pleased to be given a compliment; I could tell that Dave and Judy didn't talk to each other very much in a loving manner.

"Well, where do we go from here, teach?"

"Let's see, you've got clothes, shoes and a few belts and such. How are you fixed for jewelry?"

"I can always use some more. Would you come with me to the mall again tomorrow afternoon, and help me pick out a few pieces?" I agreed, we set a time, and then said goodnight to each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~

When I met Judy the next afternoon, she was looking very good. I said, "You know, if you weren't here, I'd be getting awfully sick of this mall. But since I've got something so nice to see, I sort of like it here." Once again the compliment excited her, and she blushed a little. She was wearing a bright yellow dress that we had purchased; although the hem was almost to her knee, there was a slit that showed her legs seductively as she moved, and it was a little tight in the bodice.

In the two jewelry stores we visited, she let me point out things that looked good to me, and then tried them on for my yea or nea. In the end, she purchased two new necklaces, three bracelets and a brooch, none of them truly expensive.

I suggested dinner again, and suggested that she come over to my house. I was getting tired of restaurants with Lisa gone, and I figured we could talk a little more candidly. Judy was a little nervous about that, but I told her that I was allowed to entertain friends of mine. She followed me home, and drove into the garage while I parked out in the driveway. Apparently she thought she had something to hide. We walked into the kitchen and I got a bottle of white wine out if the fridge, and grilled some chicken on the deck. Over dinner, she said that she felt so much better in her new clothes and makeup. I explained to her that she was on the road to truly being sexy; it's as much what a woman thinks of herself as what she wears.

After dinner, we took another bottle of wine into the living room, and sat on the couch. She asked me what lingerie did for a man. I talked for awhile of the mystery of wrapping, and how a man's senses are enhanced by the sight of lace on a woman's body, a whiff of perfume, or the feel of silk covering a woman's breast. Judy listened with interest, and asked a few questions. Finally she told me that she was going to throw all of her old bras and panties out and start over.

Then, without my prompting, she began to tell me about her lovelife with Dave. I was a little embarrassed, but just let her talk. Since Dave was the only man she'd ever been with, she doubted that she really knew what good love making was. They'd only been together a few times before she got pregnant, and on the short honeymoon they had she'd been so careful about harming the baby, that she couldn't let herself go. Early in their marriage, it was a case of too many babies, not enough sleep, his work, anything but concentration on sex. Recently, Dave and she had rarely found enough interest in it at all. When I asked her how often she climaxed, she confided that she wasn't sure if she had ever had an orgasm; if she had, it was so little that it surely didn't count.

Then she began asking me about my sex life, how many women I'd been with, were there differences between girls? Without being obscene, I satisfied her curiosity. She asked about technique, and about the things that lovers do to each other. When she talked about oral sex, she couldn't use the word 'cock' or 'penis.' She asked me if I liked to go down on women, and I said I certainly did, that was most of the fun for me. She said she never liked it when Dave used to do it to her, but that she let him occasionally.

As we were talking she seemed to get a bit closer to me. Soon, she was holding my hand, and put her mouth up. I didn't know that a closer relationship was something either one of us wanted to start, but when she leaned over to me and kissed me, I just went along with it. At first she was just rubbing her lips over mine, but soon she opened her mouth and I found out that, considering her lack of experience, she was a very good kisser. After a little while, she started kissing my neck, and I let my hands begin to rub her back. She responded very well, and leaned over backwards. I moved over beside her, and started to kiss her ears and neck, and felt her neck with my hands. She held my hand, kissed it, and then put it back on her neck. Judy was starting to make little moaning sounds and my hand started to go a little lower on her exposed chest. When I was just about to put my finger into her cleavage, she sat up very suddenly.

"Don, I like you. I'm enjoying this, but I'm not sure that we should go any further tonight. It's just moving a little fast for me. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. You need to be comfortable with what you do, and actually, I shouldn't even have tried to get fresh with you."

"Nonsense. I started it. But right now, I'd like to stop." She kissed me once more, deep and wet and yet not very inviting, and then went to her car. As she drove out of the garage, she told me that she'd give me a call.

Seventy two hours later, I never would have thought about a cold fish like Judy. But that night, I laid in bed and masturbated thinking of her.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I expected a call in my office on Monday, but nothing came of it. The phone was silent in the evening also. This gave me some time to ruminate on the situation. On the one hand, I really shouldn't be messing around with another man's wife if it would cause problems between them. That's the biggest problem with adultery, that someone would wind up feeling cheated or used. On the other hand, Dave hadn't had any problems messing around with my wife. Even though he knew about our open relationship before Lisa let him in, he certainly was trying to get into her pants before he knew the score. I figured that (should anything develop, I really didn't think that Judy would let it go that far) it would be fair turnaround in the end. I decided that I would discuss the situation with Judy before I let anything really serious happen. That way, she would be as culpable as I.

During lunch on Tuesday, I decided to call Judy and check to see how she was. After a few minutes talk, she said, "How about one last shopping trip?"

"What do you need my help with now?"

"A few little odds and ends. Come on, it'll be fun."

She told me to get dinner on my own, and meet her at the bar about 7:30. When I got there, she was in a booth with a glass of white wine. Once again, she'd dressed to kill in a off-white silk blouse that flowed down her body, a short green skirt and matching high heels. A beautiful gold necklace surrounded her neck, and the diamond brooch that we had purchased kept her blouse from opening too far. After looking her over (she blushed a little, but smiled,) I ordered a matching drink, and she reached over to hold my hand. "I don't know how to thank you enough for all the time you're putting into this project." I assured her that I was enjoying it, and after we finished our drinks, she stood up and led me to the final store - Victoria's Secret. As we got to the window, she queried, "Don, do you think you'll know the kind of sexy underclothes I'd look good in?" I told her that I thought I had a pretty good idea.

I was impressed with the way she went to the right racks; apparently she'd learned the lessons that we'd been through. She showed me lacy and frilly things in bold, bright colors. She stayed away from thick garments, and didn't go near the patterns that looked like wallpaper.

She picked some combinations of bras and panties that I approved of, and went into the dressing room to try them on. The store was U-shaped, with the dressing room all the way in the back. The store was deserted except for the salesclerks, and I was in the next room, looking at some negligees, when I heard her voice, "Don, would you mind coming in here for a minute?" I went in, and the door to her cubicle opened. She was wearing a matching bright blue combination, and I was treated to a good look of her body. The bra barely covered her nipples, and the panties showed her ample ass in the mirror to it's best effect. "Do you like this one?" Figuring by my look that I certainly did, she gave a little giggle and then closed the door. When she came out, she was fully dressed, and decided to take all the outfits but one. After she had paid, she handed the clerk a little bag, and asked her to put it in the wastebasket. As we were walking out, I asked her what was in the bag. "My old brassiere and underpants," she beamed, "I'll never wear things like that again."

We walked immediately to her car, and she went around to the passenger's side, threw the car keys to me, and asked me if I'd take her for a drive. I opened her door for her and then got in the drivers side. As I sat down, I noticed that she was showing a lot of leg, and that she wasn't wearing pantyhose.

As she directed me out into the country, we talked about her lessons. It was her opinion that dressing sexy wasn't such a mystery; you just had to think about it a bit. She was surprised that she'd never realized it before, and thanked me again for giving her the male perspective. I then brought up the subject of what Dave would think about us taking a moonlight drive. Her reaction was that we were both consenting adults, just as Dave had been with Lisa. I wasn't to be concerned about it. In about 20 minutes, she directed me up a country road. By this time, it was quite dark, and soon she directed me to turn off onto a dirt road. About 60 yards in we crossed over a small bridge, and she had me turn the car around facing a small stream. She opened up her window, and after I turned the ignition off, you could hear the roar of the brook. The sky was clear, and a half moon illuminated the scene after our eyes adjusted.

Her car had a bench seat, unlike the buckets of the smaller coupe I drive around in. In a very short time she had moved across the seat, and was kissing me tenderly. As we had the evening before, my hand started wandering a little bit. I was making little movements down her cleavage and Judy's kisses started getting more passionate. I moved my hand down the outside of her blouse and was feeling the area just below her breast. Judy took my hand and pressed it to her right tit. I kissed her and started massaging her breast and in a few minutes, she reached up and unclipped her brooch giving me full access to her chest. I slipped my hand inside, and could tell immediately that she was wearing one of her new bras. I could feel that her nipple was firm through the sheer fabric, and I could hear her gasp as I pinched it. Soon, I pushed her back against the car door, and began kissing her cleavage. I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and opened it completely, then kissed her breasts and nipples through the bra. It unfastened in the front, and I soon had it open. As I licked and sucked her nipples she once again began to moan, clearly enjoying the experience.

Soon, she was unbuttoning my shirt and letting her hands feel all over me. I began feeling her bare legs, and she opened them to allow me access into her inner thighs. I was massaging her slowly, higher and higher, and finally came to the edge of her panties. She was moving her lower body slowly, waiting, I thought, for me to get all the way there. When I finally gently touched her pussy through the wet underwear, she stifled herself and then stopped kissing me.

"Don," she said, "Please stop for a few moments." I took my hand off her leg, and waited for the rest. She cuddled up against me, pushing her bare breasts into my chest. "You know, we're going very, very fast here. I can't tell you that I don't want you, because I'm sure that an experienced man like you would know I'm lying. And I think that I'll give myself to you very soon. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to just let you kiss and touch me tonight. I don't want to be a tease, but I'm just not quite ready yet."

One of the things I've learned is that if you don't push a woman too far, they'll be much more willing when they're ready. "Judy, thank you for telling me that. I would never want to make love with you unless you truly wanted to. Whatever you want to do tonight is fine with me. Shall we head on back now?"

"If you don't mind, I'd just like to sit here with you awhile, enjoying this. Would that be all right?" I assented, and we sat there for awhile, just holding each other. Soon, she began kissing me again, and was rubbing her hands over my naked chest. I took the cue, and started playing with her nipples again, which became crinkled and firm in no time at all. When I began nibbling on her ear lobe, her breathing became very fast. Her hands were getting lower and lower, and finally, she put her palm on my trousers and could feel my stiff cock.

I whispered into her ear, "I know you don't want to have intercourse tonight, but would you mind if I made you feel good?" She asked me how I would do that, and I told her that she'd have to trust me. After thinking about it through a few kisses, she said that anything I did was okay, as long as I didn't put it inside her.

Slowly, I continued to play with her nipples, and then leaned down to suck on them. When I did, I let my hand slide down over the outside of her skirt, and come to rest underneath it, feeling her panties under my palm. As I began to trace the upper edge of the panties, she began to rub my cock harder through my pants. "Go ahead and take it out, if you want," I said. She didn't wait to be asked twice, and soon had my belt unbuckled, my pants unzipped, and my cock released from the briefs I was wearing. In the meantime, I was stroking the tops of her panties, and finally put my finger between her legs. She opened her legs wide, letting me do anything I wanted to. I asked her if I could take her panties off, and she again asked me if I were planning on putting it inside. "Of course not, you asked me not to." She lifted her ass up a little bit, and soon I had those beautiful Victoria's Secret panties over her knees and on the seat beside us.

I could tell how nervous she was, and I started kissing her and playing with her nipples with both of my hands again. When she started moaning again, I put my left hand down between her legs and started playing with her thick pubic hair. Moving down to kiss her breasts again (there's only so much you can do in the front seat of a car,) I moved my finger to her wet snatch and put that in her. She was moaning even harder, and when I started to finger fuck her, she was going crazy. Finally, I pulled my finger out, and put it on her clitoris, and started moving it quickly in a circle. It didn't take long until she was screaming in my ear. After I knew she was done, I slowed down, and moved up to kiss her lips, only to find that her face was wet with tears.

"Don," she said between sobs, "that was so good. I've never, ever felt like that before. Thank you." She started kissing me madly again, and my hand went back to her clitoris, and soon she was coming again. This time, she kept rubbing my cock until I couldn't help it, and let my cum blow. She felt it on her wrist, and stopped rubbing me for a moment, but then realizing what I needed, started again until I stopped coming. Slowly, I brought her down, gently rubbing her clit, and then putting my finger slowly into her twat.




Dueling Duets Pt. 01



After we were both calm, she reached into her purse and got out some kleenex. She gave one to me, and seemed amazed when I used it to wipe her soppy pussy. She let me do that, and then started wiping up my semen.

We just sat there for awhile, and then she put her panties on, buttoned her blouse, and opened the car door and got out. I zipped up and reorganized myself, and got out of the car myself. She was standing on the bank of the creek, facing away from the car. I went up behind her and put my arms around her. She turned around and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Thank you so much. You were right -- I wanted and needed that. You're so sweet. Tell me, did you mind very much that we didn't go all the way tonight?"

I'm not sure what she would have done if I said I wanted to. Would she have slapped my face, or taken off all of her clothes on that bank and let me ravage her. Which was, after all, exactly what I wanted to do. But, being a 'good guy,' I said, "Of course not." We stood there for a few minutes, looking at the beauty of the stream, and kissing gently every once in awhile. Once, I cupped her breast in my palm, and she pressed it with her hand.

In a short while, we got back into the car, and she got into the drivers side. When the lights were on, she looked down at her kelley green skirt only to find a large stain on it. She smiled and said, "Looks like I'm going to have to dry clean one of my outfits already."

On the way back, Judy pumped me about Lisa and my living arrangements. She seemed to understand that I didn't mind who was screwing my wife as long as she was safe and remained in love with me. Somehow, she got the idea that we spent the time having orgies with other couples, and was surprised that we'd never done anything like that.

"Wouldn't you like to have two women at once, like all men?"

"Sure, I fantasize about it. But we've never found another couple, or even a single guy or girl that we've been comfortable with. Neither one of us were into that scene between our marriages, either." Judy seemed to accept that.

As I got out of Judy's car to get into mine, she gave me a kiss that promised a lot more.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, a Wednesday, I got the call from Judy as I was eating lunch in my office. Everyone seemed to be out, so I said, "You know, I'd love to send you a dozen roses, but I wouldn't know how to get them to you without some one suspecting what they're for."

"I'm really glad you didn't. Anyway, I haven't really earned them -- yet. Meet me tonight?"

So I turned her down flat. Sure I did. And Antarctica is really, really warm in the summer.

She told me to meet her at 6:30 at a bar on the other side of the mall. Over on that side, there's a convention center, four or five bars and restaurants, and a hotel. When I got there, she was dressed in another outfit we had picked together. A navy jacket with white piping and tailored slacks to match. As I slid into the booth, she gave me a smile and reached for my hand.

"What are we shopping for tonight," I asked.

"Anything you want. It's your turn tonight."

"Anything??"

"Sure. And I've got the perfect place to shop for it, too." She handed me a key-card and a note that said '724.' She got up, and told me that she had to go. I finished my drink, and then went through the hotel lobby to the elevator. Getting off at the 7th floor, I found the room and opened the door.

Walking in, I noticed a ice bucket with champagne in it, a platter of hor doerves on the dresser, but the room seemed to be missing the one thing I really wanted -- a girl. I walked over to the window, and was looking out of it, when I heard a door open behind me. Looking around, I was treated to a sight of this now beautiful woman (had I really said 'mousy' less than two weeks ago?) dressed in nothing a black and gold nightgown. Walking up to me, she kissed me passionately. "See anything you like?"

"Everything I see here has too much wrapping on it."

"Bull!" she exclaimed. "Weren't you the one who told me that a little bit of clothing is much more effective than simple nudity? And besides, you've got a lot more on than I have."

I agreed with her, on both counts, and she led me over to the bed.

"Any restrictions tonight? Maybe I can only touch you with my left toe, for example?"

"You can touch me anywhere you want, as long as you touch me everyplace."

We started kissing and playing, and it wasn't long before she was taking my shirt off, unzipping my fly, and getting rid of all of my clothes. Judy flipped the comforter down and crawled between the sheets. I got in beside her, and her hand immediately went to my stiff penis. "It feels so good, so hard. I want it in me."

I stripped her bra off, and then pulled her panties down. I played with her clit to the point where she was just about ready to come. I was gently chewing her nipples, and started to put my head down further. But she pulled me back and said, "No, I really don't like to do that. Come on, give me what I want." Then she laid on her back and spread her legs wide open. It was clear that she wanted the missionary position, my least favorite placement. But I knew that she was new to this game, so I climbed up onto her. She reached down, grabbed my cock and put the head directly on target. Pushing my dick into her wet cunt, I started slowly to move in and out. She said, 'faster, faster,' so I did her bidding. She didn't seem to be reacting, but every time I tried to slow down, she just said 'faster.' Finally, I couldn't take any more, and came inside of her. But it wasn't a very good one. When I did slow down, she was sobbing gently.

"Dear, what's wrong," I asked, getting off of her.

"Oh, I just hoped it would be better. You really are sweet, and you gave me just what I wanted, but I just couldn't climax. I came close, but I didn't get there like I did last night. Maybe I really am frigid."

I let her cry for a little while, holding her gently, and then said, "Judy, have you thought that maybe it wasn't you, but the position we were in?"

"What do you mean? We did it the right way, didn't we?"

Finally, it dawned on me. She and Dave had never done it any other way. When I asked her directly, she said that was the only way that she had ever had it. That blew my mind, as I couldn't see Lisa having sex three different times with Dave and being in missionary more than once. And that one time only if absolutely necessary. Apparently, in some early sex training, Judy had got the idea that anything other than missionary was dirty.

Finally, she calmed down, and I got out of bed, opened the champagne and poured us both a glass. She remarked that she didn't feel much like celebrating now. I told her to raise her glass and then toasted, "To a beautiful woman, and to what is yet to come, not what is done." She drank the toast, but I could see that she was dubious.

I climbed back into bed, and began to stroke Judy's body slowly. Then I began to explain the different positions. Judy's eyes began to get wide, and after awhile she was breathing hard again, mostly from her imagination running wild on sex for the first time in her life, but also from my ministrations to her tits and nipples. Finally, I moved my hand down to her pussy, and started on her clitoris. In about fifteen seconds, I had her screaming again. She was loud! After she started coming out of it, and I was slowing my finger slowly massaging her pussy lips, I said, "Well, that certainly didn't sound like a frigid woman to me!" She gave me a great big, beautiful satisfied smile, and just asked for some more champagne. When I refilled her glass, and got back into bed, she took a sip and then began to question me about fellatio and cunnilingus.

It seems that, early in their marriage, Dave had wanted to eat her, and also to give him a blow job (she didn't use those words), but this was somehow mixed up with her notions of 'dirty' sex. When I explained that the feelings given by a mouth are completely different than those of the genitals, she seemed a little dubious. But then she asked me directly how, if she wanted to, she should take it into her mouth. I explained that, like traveling, getting there is half the fun. How I liked to have it licked from the base to the tip, how I liked to have my scrotum gently sucked on, and then, finally, how she could simply put the head into her mouth and use her tongue and sucking pressure to please me.

When I finished, she just looked at me for a few minutes, and then slowly pushed me back on the pillow, got up on her knees to the side of me, and then put her head between my legs. She was obviously inexperienced, but decided she was going to be willing to please. After licking my shaft for a little while, she took it in her hand, and started licking the tip. In a few minutes, she took just the very tip between her lips, and started sucking. After a few moments of this, she stopped, looked at me and asked if that was okay. I explained that I would like her to put a bit more of the shaft into her mouth. She did, and suddenly, it seemed that she got the idea. She swallowed as much as she could of my cock, and started sucking hard. My hand went up to her pussy, which was in reach, and I stroked her clit. By now she was going wild on my tool, and I could tell she was about to come again, when I gently pulled her head away.

"What's wrong? Was I doing it badly?"

"No dear, not at all. I was just about to come. You were great. But we can't waste that wonderful hard-on on your mouth, not when you've got a pussy that needs to be filled."

She seemed a little shocked at my language, but then she decided to stop being a prude. "Okay, which way should we, uh, screw?"

She was clearly disappointed when I moved her onto her back, and said, "I thought you said there was a lot more than the missionary position?"

"Trust me." I got her legs up in the air and then moved onto my side, with my cock pointing right into her pussy. "I promise you'll like this." I had her lower her legs so that they were resting on my hip and thigh, and put my hand over her leg to grab my dick. I gently moved further into position, and started rubbing her cunt and clit with the tip. I could see her eyes get real big as she realized what was coming, and then they closed as I pushed just a little of my shaft into her. As I slowly entered her, my finger went to her exposed clit, and, as always, the moaning began in earnest. I was very slow and deliberate in my movements this time, and my free hand was moving back and forth between her cunt and her breasts. I never allowed myself to speed up, and finally, after ten minutes of this heavenly friction, I heard her start screaming for the third time. Her pussy muscles were contracting hard on my shaft, but I thought about how I had bogeyed the third hole last Saturday, rather than let it come. She seemed to go on forever, but finally she began coming out of it. I still hadn't come, and withdrew. I kissed her, and then laid on my back.

"It's your turn to do the work, I'm tired."

"What do you mean?" She seemed astounded when I positioned her on her knees, straddling and facing me, and then, when she realized what it was pointing at, she grabbed my cock, and slammed our pelvis's together. I was grabbing her hips and helping her in her movements, when finally, instead of screaming, she just started to say, very slowly, over and over again, "Screw me. Come on, screw me. Screw me . . ."

It wasn't long until I had to let it loose, and as I did, she opened her eyes and stared at me. "I can feel that inside of me. Oh that's good." Then she went back to fucking me, and kept at it, moaning and groaning until finally I was too soft to do her much good.

Then she laid down on top of me and started kissing me. We just stayed in the afterglow until finally my dick got so soft that it plopped out of her, releasing a wad of cum on to her thigh and my leg. She finally got off of me, went into the bathroom and got a wet, hot washcloth, and came back in and cleaned my dick.

After she had gone back into the bathroom, I could hear a little tinkling sound and the noise of the toilet flushing. I wondered if she had ever peed with Dave in the next room without closing the door.

She came back into the bedroom, and brought the tray of food onto the bed. We laid there, eating with our fingers and touching each other in sensitive areas, keeping each other alert. Finally, when we had our fill of the food, she took the tray back to the dresser, turned on the light so that I could get a good look at her, and said, "Okay, you've helped me with my hair, my makeup (which seems to be ruined right now, no thanks to you!) my outer garments, my shoes, my jewelry, and finally, my lingerie (which you disposed of in no time at all, you cad, you.) You've shown me that there's more to life than the missionary position, and lastly, you showed me how loud I could scream when I wanted to. There's only one thing left, (I think.) How can I improve my body?"

This was a good question, given the material that was available. She realized that she was in her forties, not seventeen, but still her body was in good shape. Her breasts didn't droop too much (luckily for her, they weren't giant sized, just nice sized.) Her ass was a good shape from exercising regularly. And I enjoyed the shape of her legs, even though they didn't come from a girl that was 6'2". After I told her all that, she told me that surely, there must be something that I would change?

Finally, I got to her body hair. She had shaved her legs and underarms with an electric razor earlier in the day, so I wasn't uncomfortable, but she had a very thick, very black bush. Much more hair there than she needed. When I told her about that, she asked me how much she should cut back. I told her that I liked it short, no longer than a half-inch or so, and trimmed on the sides and top. She asked me to show her where the lines should be, and I moved around until I was leaning on my elbow, with my feet sticking off the bed and where I could touch her easily, facing her so that she could see both my face and my hand at the same time. "Take it to at least here and here," I said, "trim the top of it to here," tracing a rectangle about three inches by four inches. "Less is definitely better." By this time, my hand was resting on her pussy, and I could smell her beginning to get hot again. I put my face down for a better smell, and this time, Judy didn't pull my head away. I went for it, and got my tongue down to her clit. This time, Judy just leaned her head back, spread her legs wide open, and let me have all I wanted. Of course, I wanted a lot, and I moved around to where I was kneeling between her legs. In no time at all, I had her screaming again, louder than ever.

After she was done, I went back up and I kissed her, letting her taste her own pussy flavor. She really enjoyed that and asked me why she had ever thought that was dirty? I, of course, had no answer for her.

By this time, I was surprised to find that I was ready again. Judy realized that, and went down to lick and suck me a little. Then she looked up and asked if she could get on top of me again. When I just smiled, up she came, and it wasn't long before we were both coming again. I think she had found a new favorite position.

By this time it was well after ten, and I began to wonder where we were going to spend the night. Judy solved that problem by getting off the bed and asking me if I wanted to take a shower before we went home. While we were soaping each other up, she asked me if she should keep the room for another night. I just smiled my agreement. When we had toweled off and dressed, she kissed me for the last time that night, and told me to go out first. As I left, she was on the phone to the manager, asking for an extension.

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Immediately after work on Thursday, I went back to the hotel room. Judy wasn't there, but a message on the room phone from her said she'd be there soon. I turned on the TV (the golf tournament was on ESPN,) sat in the easy chair that was in the room, and waited for her. When she got there, she walked in and said, "What do those guys have that I don't?"

"A golf game. But they don't have what I really want." She seemed pleased with the retort, and came over, and sat in my lap. I turned the TV off.

Today, she was wearing something that we hadn't bought together. A pair of navy tailored shorts, and a frilly small white blouse that was held up on top by a thin strap on just one side. Underneath the blouse, her tits were enclosed in a strapless bra, white but lacy. Sexy sandals with laces that wrapped up her legs completed the outfit. She told me that she figured that she had to have something to wear to the club; what did I think about this outfit.

"Perfect," I said, "you've picked up just the right amount of conservatism, while showing your assets off in a refined way."

We started kissing and it soon turned to petting. We slowly stripped each other, and after we were both naked, I leaned her back on the bed, with her feet dangling over. She had trimmed her bush during the day, and I wanted to get a good look. As I got down on my knees on the floor, she grabbed my head and pulled my face to her pussy. "Yes, I've been thinking about this all day. Do it!" As I started to lick her lips, she reached down and started playing with my ears, rubbing my lobes with her fingers and putting them inside the ear. When I put my finger inside her cunt and then nibbled on her clit, she was gone. I hoped that no families were walking down the hall; the noises she was making would be hard to explain to a six year old!

After she came down, she had me sit in the chair. Kneeling in front of me, she began licking my balls, and then up and down the shaft, slowly. The girl definitely didn't need to take a refresher course! Finally, she swallowed about three or four inches of my cock, began massaging the underside with her tongue, and kept squeezing the shaft with her fingers. In no time at all, I was ready. "I'm going to come pretty soon," I gasped, thinking that she would stop. Instead, she just kept going and let me explode in her mouth. She kept sucking me until I had stopped coming, and then reached over to the nightstand and got a kleenex. After she spat the cum into it, she came back to me and started licking me to clean me. I was astounded.

We went onto the bed and were just holding and fondling each other when she asked me, "How was it? The, er, blow job, I mean?" I told her that it was fantastic, that it seemed she had a natural talent.

"Well, I've got a little confession. I sort of figured out what you wanted last night, but today I went into the book store and got a book about how to please a man. It was very specific about the technique, and I studied it here in the room today." She got it out, and I was a little surprised. It had quite a few pictures in it. I asked her if she was embarrassed to buy it, and Judy told me that she'd purchased a few other books, and then had told the clerk that one of her friends that was having a bachelorette party. "I'm glad the clerk was a girl. I think I would have chickened out if it was a man."

"Did you masturbate when you were reading the book?"

"You bastard," she giggled, "how did you know? It was the first time that I'd let my self come to orgasm that way, too. See, I don't need you anymore." I pretended that I was crushed. "But I want you anyway," she claimed, massaging my dick.

Then she changed the subject to her bush. By this time Judy didn't seem to be body conscious at all with me. I told her that although it was a good first try, it was still a little bit long, and was ragged at the edges. "I know," she said, "all I have at home is an electric razor, and it didn't seem to want to cut the longer hair. I'll just have to try again, tomorrow. Then you can look at it again and see if I pass."




Dueling Duets Pt. 01



After a little more kissing, Judy asked me if I was hungry. "What, you want me to eat you again?"

"No, no! Well, yes, yes! But I was thinking that I must be wearing you out, and you need some sustenance. I'm hungry too. Let's go down to the restaurant."

We got dressed, she fixed her makeup and hair, and we took the elevator down. Over dinner, Judy kept looking around. "Nervous that someone might see us?"

"Oh, no, I can see that I'm getting checked out by some of the guys. They look like they're from out of town. I wonder if they are fantasizing about what they could do to me tonight." I told her they probably were, and might be jacking off in their room tonight thinking of her. Her nipples showed quite plainly when I said that, even through the bra.

After dinner, I strolled over to a nearby drugstore, and purchased a razor with three blades, a can of shaving creme, and a small pair of scissors. As we were going back up to the room in the elevator, Judy asked me what I was planning. "You're not going to make me wait another day to see that beautiful pussy all cleaned up, are you? I intend to trim it up, if you'll let me." Once again, her nipples got hard.

"Don," she began, as we walked into the room, "in that book, there are some pictures of girls down there. Some of them have a little bit of hair, but some of them look like they are bald. Why do they do that?" I explained the attractiveness of a completely shaved pussy to some men. She asked me if Lisa groomed herself that way. I told her that occasionally she would do it, to give me or some other guy a special treat, but normally she kept it a little longer, and nicely trimmed. "Did she do it for David?" Judy queried.

"No, she hasn't been shaved in the last couple of years. I would have noticed something like that."

"Good! Don, since you're going to trim me up, would you like to shave me completely?"

I had her take all her clothes off, and then go into the bathroom. I had her sit on the side of the tub, then wet and soaped her legs. Then I shaved her legs with the razor, taking my time, letting her feel the comfort of a razor shave done slowly and with a sharp blade. After I had done both of her legs from toe to top, I cut as much pubic hair off as I could with the scissors, and then shaved her pussy, making sure to get all the hairs inside the thighs. Then, as the blade was getting full of hair and dull, I rinsed her off and then shaved her again with a new blade. Finally, I turned the shower on, soaped her with the washcloth all over her groin and ass making sure that I got into all the cracks and had her rinse thoroughly. I toweled her off, and then, as she sat on the toilet seat, I used the little bottle of hand lotion to moisturize the areas I had just scraped. Afterwards, I took her hand and put it on her pussy, letting her feel the difference. She got very excited, and dragged me out into the bedroom. "Teacher, show me a new position!"

"Is there any part of your body that you'd rather I not touch?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"I'm not sure what you're thinking of, but as long as it doesn't hurt me, I'll trust you."

I moved the easy chair so that the back of it was to the window, turned off the lights in the room, and opened the curtains wide. We had a beautiful view of the city in the distance. I sat down in the chair and motioned her to sit in my lap. We sat there for awhile, kissing and licking, and I asked her to suck on my nipples. She hadn't thought of this before, but (like everything else, now that she realized that sex wasn't dirty or forbidden) started to kiss my chest. After a few ineffectual strokes, she asked me for some pointers.

"Do you like the way I suck and kiss your tits?"

"You know I do."

"Then just do to me what you'd like me to do to you."

That did it. She started nibbling and sucking one of the nipples, all the while playing with the other one with her hand. Gently at first, then getting a little harder until finally she bit it so hard that I yelped. Then gently again.

While she was doing that, I let my free hand roam across her breasts, and down to her groin. As soon as I touched her clitoris, she jerked as if an electric shock had traveled through her body.

"Oooh, that's so sensitive without the hair!"

I started to bring her to climax quickly, but instead of screaming, she just kept on kissing my chest. After she was done, I stood her up, and then had her kneel on the arms of the chair, with her arms on the back. Kneeling there, she had to have the idea that anyone outside could see her, when in fact the glass would reflect all light so that we were perfectly private.

I kneeled down and started to eat her nicely shaved pussy again. She was still hot from the finger fuck I gave her, and she started moaning almost immediately. I let my tongue slip up her slit and licked the area right above it. Then I started nibbling all over her ass, getting closer and closer to her anus.

"You aren't thinking of . . .?"

"Only if you want me to," I replied. I kept licking near it. Finally, she moved her ass so that my tongue came into contact with it. As she felt the new sensation, she pressed backwards into my mouth, and I lapped deep into her anus. I could tell she liked it. After awhile I stopped, stood up, and started moving my penis around her pussy area. As always, it was quite wet, and I slipped my dick into her cunt. The moaning and screaming began almost immediately. I was very slow, and reached around her to squeeze her titties. She just came and came, and after about five minutes of that, I was ready, so I sped up and exploded into her.

It felt so good that my toes started to curl down and I could barely stand up. After I was through coming, I staggered off her and fell on the bed. She was on top of me in a minute, hugging and kissing me, telling me how much she liked that and what a great lover I was.

After she got the warm washrag and cleaned me up, we crawled into the bedsheets and just held each other.

"Don, I think I know how I want to take revenge on David for what he did."

"Don't you think that being with me like this is enough?"

"Oh, I'm even with him now, but I want to be ahead of him. The best part of my idea is that he'll never know, unless one of us tells him. It's perfectly harmless."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's what we are going to do, if you'll help me. Do you remember why I caught David and Lisa?"

"Sure, he wanted to have Lisa in your bed. Because you are such a cold, frigid . . . ouch! You didn't have to squeeze it that hard!"

"Yes, dear, I used to be cold and frigid, but now I'm not, thanks to you, and David will so much enjoy the education you're giving me. But, think, he never got to have his fun. By accident, I caught them before they had a chance to make love in our house. If we make love there, it will be like I'm one up on him. Why don't you help me with this?"

"Well, how do we get into the house without the neighbors seeing us?"

"That's simple. Simply wait at your office until after dark, and then call a taxi to bring you to my house. The neighbors will simply think it's David returning. After we're done, I'll drive you back to your car."

It sounded like something she had thought out, and I figured she deserved to have a psychological edge over her husband. I agreed, and after some more hugging and kissing, we fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she woke me up in desire. I felt that she needed one more lesson in positions, so after I prepared her with my mouth, I climbed on top of her in the missionary position. As I moved slowly within her, she began to come. Yes, she screamed.

The next morning, as we were preparing to leave, I asked her what the neighbors would think about her coming in so early after having been out all night.

"Oh, that was easy. I just told Mrs. Grundy across the street that I was going to visit my daughter across the state line, and asked her to keep an eye on the house until I got back this morning. I can't wait to see you tonight."

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As I worked that morning, I reviewed the weekend's schedule. That evening, of course, I'd be with Judy. Lisa was going to catch a red-eye from Denver, and would get home by Midnight. I'd be home before then, not that Lisa would be concerned. Dave would return from his golf trip with his buddies Sunday afternoon. It seemed like there was enough slack in the timetable that it would all turn out alright.

I left the office about 2:00, and went over to the club for a round with a couple of my friends. They knew that I was a bachelor, so I ordered a sandwich in the grillroom while we were having a couple of beers. Afterwards, I drove back to the office and putzed around until it started getting dark around 8:15. I called a cab, and he took me to Judy and Dave's house. Judy met me at the door, and passionately kissed me after she had closed it behind us. Judy was wearing a sheer black robe that showed her figure exquisitely with matching panties, and a black and gold choker around her neck.

She took me on a quick tour of the downstairs, poured me a drink and then led me upstairs to the bedroom. It was a gorgeous house with a traditional master bedroom suite. You know, cathedral ceiling, fireplace, reading nook, his and her walk-in closets, a spa that they denigrate to the status of 'master bedroom.' Judy, as I expected, had some interior decorating blood in her, and the room was quite nice, if a little sterile. There was a king-size bed, and I remarked on such a playground.

"It hasn't been a playground. I insisted on the biggest bed I could find, so that we wouldn't have to bump into each other as we slept. Now, I think the function is going to change."

She laid down on the bed, and started told me to undress myself. I took her negligee and panties off, leaving her dressed in only that black choker, and put then started to eat her pussy. She was getting into it when we heard a car door slam.

"Don't worry," she said, "it's just the next door neighbors."

Then she told me to lie on my back with my head at the foot of the bed. She climbed on top of me into her favorite position. As we were really going to it, I heard a gasp from over my shoulder. I strained my neck, and there was Dave, staring at his 'cold, frigid' wife on top of me with her breasts flying and her shaved pussy grinding on me. Then I realized that he was half undressed, and on the other side of him was my wife, Lisa, with her blouse hanging wide open exposing one of my favorite camisoles.

"Don't you dare stop, Don," she cried, "and you two can just sit on the edge of the bed and watch us."

I began to droop a little bit from the shock, but then Judy started twisting my nipples and my old cock got hard again. I sure am glad he's a free thinker. If it was up to me, I'd have bolted right there.

Dave was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the show, and Lisa went up beside him and started kissing his neck. She seemed to be taking this right in stride. He looked at her, looked at his wife, and then said, "What the hell," and started kissing my wife back.

By the time Judy was screaming in climax, Lisa and Dave were completely naked. Lisa laid down beside me and motioned Dave to enter her in missionary. She put her legs all the way around his back and had him coming in no time. By the time he had come (didn't take long,) Judy was starting to cool off. I never had a chance to come; I'd never seen my wife with another man before, and I was too busy watching all the gyrations around me to concentrate.

As Dave got off of Lisa, Judy hugged him without getting off of me, said, "Welcome home, dear," and kissed him. Lisa bent over me and gave me a wonderful kiss. Judy climbed off of me, passed kleenex all around, and said, "I'm sure you're all thirsty. Let me go get something to drink. Is champagne all right with you? No, don't get up, why don't the three of you laze around and catch up with each other?" Then Judy got out of bed and put on a flimsy little robe on that showed her figure very effectively.

I just looked at my wife and her lover, and asked, "Now before the two of you ask me the same question, What the Hell are you two doing here?"

Dave said, "We're here to have sex. Judy told us we should come here because it was the right thing to do." Dave looked a little out of it right then, and I just looked at Lisa.

Lisa laid down on the bed and said, "Perhaps I'd better tell it, but I'm still frustrated. While I'm talking, I want you to touch me!" Not knowing who she was talking to, we both put our hands on opposite nipples. Dave was shocked for a minute and pulled his hand away. Lisa grabbed it and put it where he could tease her cunt. "I got a voicemail Tuesday afternoon from Judy, asking me to please call her. I got a hold of her here at the house." Just then, Judy returned with a tray of champagne and various finger foods. Pouring us all a glass and putting the food within reach on the nightstands, she took a seat on the couch and just listened. Lisa continued, "Judy told me that she understood why Dave had strayed, and that she felt that if he didn't complete his mission that she would never be able to get him back. She begged me to have one more tryst with him here at the house, and asked me if I could possibly meet him at the airport on Friday evening. After we had talked for over an hour, I thought she was sincere, and I decided to help her out of the mess in her marriage that I had helped to create. Oooh, a little faster please, Dave. I checked my schedule, realized that I could slough off my Friday afternoon meeting, and I could meet Dave at the airport.

"About 6:30 West Coast time Wednesday morning, I got a call from Dave in my hotel room. Dave you sounded so excited! Keep going! We agreed to meet at the airport, as Dave found a flight that got in about the same time as mine. Would one of you eat my cunt?"

I motioned to Dave to go ahead, and he put his head between Lisa's legs. I got off the bed and went to sit next to Judy, who was smiling and watching. She cuddled up next to me and started tickling my dick while I kneaded her breasts. I said, "But Dave, you were supposed to play golf in North Carolina until Sunday. Did you cut it short?"

"No, I wasn't. It was a seven day package, and today was the last day." We just looked at each other, and then the truth dawned on me. Judy just said, "David, I think you help should Lisa. I think she's ready to come." He went to back to work with his tongue, while I went back over to sit with Judy.

We were sitting there, watching Dave work on Lisa, and Judy whispered into my ear that she'd set the whole thing up, but she was glad for the way it was working out. She made me feel good about being her lover.

After Lisa climaxed, much more quietly than Judy did, they both sat up, grabbed a gulp of champagne, and then looked at us. Lisa looked at me and said, "Okay, loverboy, what in the hell WERE you doing here, fucking Dave's wife?"

Judy began, "It's my fault, not Don's. I set this whole thing up. I talked Don into helping me with some clothes and jewelry, and started leading him on a little bit. By Monday evening, I was pretty sure he'd go to bed with me if I played my cards right. I was planning on keep putting him off until tonight, when I would get him over here so that the two of you would find us in bed together.

"But on Wednesday night, my plans changed. After we had gone shopping once more, I got Don to drive us out to Smith's ford."

"You mean the creek up north?" asked Dave. "The place where we first made love in the back of my Chevy?"

"Yes, that's the one. But something happened. While I was letting him kiss me a little bit, I realized that for the first time I was enjoying what was happening. Don was such a gentleman that I thought about taking a blanket out in the field and letting him have me there, just like you did with me the next couple of times, David. But I couldn't be that unfaithful to you.

"David, don't be upset with me, but the last two nights I've spent the time with Don in a hotel room. I tricked him into coming over tonight; he didn't know you'd be walking in on us. He's taught me so much about making love, and I know I'll be a better wife to you for it, David."

With that, Judy got off the couch, and went over to the bed, and put her face close to Dave's and asked, "Can you forgive me, dear?" They began to kiss, and then to feel each other up. Lisa came over to me, and we watched them for awhile. Then, Lisa grabbed our clothes and started for the door. The last sight I had as I closed the door to their bedroom was Judy sitting down on Dave's hard cock.

Lisa and I found a guest bedroom down the hall and started making love ourselves. I enjoyed making my wife come, and coming myself, as we listened to Judy's screams.

After about an hour, Dave knocked on the door and asked if we'd like him to take us home now. After we got dressed, Judy was waiting downstairs for us, fully dressed in a new, exciting outfit. She shook Lisa's hand and thanked her, and then shook my hand too!

Dave drove us home, four miles or so, and very little was said. When we went to get out of the car, Lisa gave him a nice kiss. Dave shook my hand and said, "Thanks for everything, tiger." I just told him, "You're welcome. Anytime."

The next morning, I skipped my golf game and Lisa and I just stayed in bed, screwing and talking. She wouldn't let me out until I gave her every last detail. Then she made me waffles. Over breakfast, we figured that we should get them a little something, sort of a re-marriage gift.

We went to a bookstore and got a copy of The Joy Of Sex. We inscribed the title page, 'With much love from Lisa and Don,' and then had it wrapped. I drove up to their house, Lisa got out of the car, put it inside their screen door, rang the doorbell and ran like hell back to the car. We were gone before they ever got the door opened.

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For about six weeks, there was no contact between the two couples. We were having dinner at the club by ourselves on a Wednesday night in mid-October, and the two of them passed by as we were just getting our drinks. Judy was wearing a very sexy black and white strapless outfit with a serious slit up the side. We stood up to say hello, and Lisa said, "Why don't the two of you eat with us?"

We were sitting in a quiet corner where no one could hear us, and eventually the conversation turned to how they were getting along. Judy beamed, and said "Screwingly, just screwingly!" Two months before, she would never have made a joke like that.

A little while later, Judy said, "Don, David and I really want to thank you. When David and Lisa had their affair, I was afraid that our marriage might be over. Lisa, I'm not blaming you; on the contrary. I simply didn't know what my husband needed or wanted, and you were able to give him some of that. But Don, being such a gentleman as he is, gently tutored me so that I could make David love me again. Oh, he wasn't shy about getting into my pants," she said, giving me a little pat on the hand, "but his original motivation was to help us, to show me how to go about getting me my husband back again. Without him, I'm sure we be in divorce proceedings now."

Dave countered, "She's right. We like to thank the two of you. What can we do for you?" Of course, I told them that the pleasure had been all mine (quite a bit of it was,) and that they should just forget it. Dave told me he would like hell.

The evening ended with the four of us sitting in the bar buying each other after dinner drinks. I think Dave won, 1 up, but I put up a good match. As we left, Judy gave me a kiss and a pat on the ass!

About a week later, I got home after work on Friday night, and was surprised to find Lisa's car in the garage. Normally she works later than I do. I went into the kitchen, and heard Lisa's voice from our comfortable living room, "I'm in here, dear."




Dueling Duets Pt. 01



I went in, and was surprised to find her lounging on the couch in a bright green negligee. I went over to her, kissed her, and asked what I did to deserve that view?

"Oh, I thought you'd like to get the weekend off to a flying start. Would you like a drink? I'll get up and get it for you. You know, we could really use a maid around here."

Just then, I heard a voice from the doorway cry, "Right away, 'mam!" I turned around to see Judy carrying a tray with Gin and Tonic's on it, dressed in an outrageous maid's costume. I'm sure you've seen the kind in magazines or Frederick's of Hollywood stores. A black and white bra with a little collar above it, and a G string with ruffles across the waist.

As we drank, the two girls started feeling me up, and then Lisa and Judy led me up to the bedroom, both got in bed with me. As they were stripping my clothes off of me, Judy said, "David was serious about getting you something that you wanted. I remembered you telling me that you'd like to have two women at once, so with David's permission, I called Lisa and asked her if the two of us could make your fantasy come true."

Lisa piped up with, "and if we don't, it'll be your fault."

Lisa started kissing my nipples, and Judy went to work giving me a blow job. I'll never tell Lisa this, but Judy is better at that job. As I was just about to come from Judy's sucking, she stopped, and climbed on top of me in her favorite position. Lisa came around the other way, and put her pussy right over my lips. I exploded into Judy's cunt while Lisa came from me licking her.

I turned over and started to eat Judy while she was laying on her back, and Lisa was licking my ass and putting her finger into me. For the next two hours, the two of them did everything I could think of to me. I fucked Lisa once, and then still had strength to let Judy give me one of her fantastic blow jobs.

When we finally began to slow down, Lisa was cuddled up to me on my left side while Judy was clinging to my right. One of them had my cock in their hand, but I don't remember which. I asked, "Well, what's Dave doing tonight with you over here, Judy."

"Oh, I think he's just sitting around the house. I left him a TV dinner and told him to be good."

I asked for the phone, and called their house. When he answered, I moaned, "Dave, help. I'm being made into a sex slave here. I need your assistance!" When Dave finished laughing, I said, "No, really, I'm serious. They've got me tied up and everything. You've got to come and rescue me."

Lisa took the phone and said, "Yes, really Dave. Why don't you come on over and join in? Judy and I would love to have you. Don's being a party pooper. He hasn't been able to get it up all night . . . Fine, see you in 10 minutes."

While we waited for him, we decided to continue the scenario. The girls got some scarves, and tied me to the bed. Lisa went down and opened the front door so Dave could just walk in. When he entered the house, I screamed, "Dave, up here. Help!" When he came into the bedroom, the two naked women jumped him from behind. Judy held his hands behind him while Lisa stripped his clothes off. Then, to my surprise, instead of them releasing me, they tied him up next to me! They both took care of him for awhile, while they waited for me to regain my strength. Then they released us. The last thing I remember about that night is doing it to Judy doggy style, while Lisa got Dave to help her with some damn Kama-Sutra thing.

Since then, we get together as a foursome for an orgy once a month or so. If one of us has an extended period out of town, the other couple will take care of the single. Sometimes as a threesome, but more often, the opposite sex will just sleep over.

As I said before, nothing is as rewarding as a good education. The question I'm still trying to answer is: who was Professor Higgins, and who is Eliza?





Dueling Duets Pt. 02







Dueling Duets Pt. 02



Getting out of bed, I suggested that it was time that he drove me home. On the way, I agreed to let him take me out again the next week after work. When we got to our house, I kissed him good morning, went into the house, stripped off my clothes and got into bed with my husband, who was snoring soundly. When he woke up and smelled the ruttiness, he took charge and kissed me all over, eating my still-wet pussy. When he was done, I got on top of him, and told him all about the evening while I slowly fucked him.

When I made him breakfast before he went to the golf course, all I wore was the G-string that Brian had me in. Although I had left plenty of time, Don was late for his tee-time, and had to meet his partners on the second hole.

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This started our tradition. Don knew about most of my affairs before they even started, and I told him all about my dates as soon as I could. Sometimes, I had affairs that were out of town at conventions and such, but I never had a man that I didn't know I wanted before I left town. Don sometimes wondered why not, but I'm very cautious about this. If I know what I'm going to do, I can plan it so that I won't be surprised. I like to be in control, not only of the guy and the situation, but also of myself; sometimes, I'm afraid of what I'll do.

In the ten years since Brian, I've been in bed with about one guy a year, two at the most. Most of the guys have been married, but there was one single guy that I trusted, a couple of recent divorcees that I took on as charity cases, and one sixty-seven year old widower who I really enjoyed. The men I dated never knew Don and I socially before the affair, and I never dated men at the office. I like to keep my life into three separate cubby-holes: my life with Don, my career, and all the other great fucks in the world. This means that a few men that I'd like to get to know have to be overlooked, but it's a small price to pay for peace.

How do I meet them? I flirt, shamelessly and openly. Most men take it for what it is, simple social lubrication that good-looking women use with men that they find somewhat attractive. Women who I trust and respect don't have any problems with it either. Am I a tease? Absolutely not. A tease is someone who won't come through when she's given a man reason to believe that he just might find his way in. If a man who is not verboten has the guts to make a pass at me, he's got a fairly good chance of finding himself flat on his back while I have my way with him. If he doesn't make the pass (and most guys who I flirt with don't) he never played his cards, so how could he call me a tease?

Most of my liaisons have been in hotel rooms, but I'd bring them to our house once in awhile, when I didn't think Don would be home. (Once Don came home unexpectedly and caught me with a guy on the living room floor. Don politely excused himself and left. The jerk was so upset, even though I'd told him that my husband was cool about the arrangement, that he put his clothes on and left. He never got laid by me again.) I never went to a married man's house; that's a good way to get in serious trouble. Nor did I do it outside or in a car. My husband can have me wherever he wants me, but I try my best not to get caught shamefaced with my boyfriends. Occasionally, I'd introduce Don to a guy I was boinking, but we never did the meet-my-husband-before-you-fuck-me routine again.

My affairs never last long. I just don't find much interest in doing the same things over and over again, so when I realize that I know what the guy is going to try to do to me next, I break it off politely and cleanly. I never just stop seeing them, I let them know that this is the last time. Then I fuck their brains out.

Threesomes or foursomes? Well, I kept on the lookout for a guy that I could bring home for that purpose, but it just never panned out. Don dated a married woman for a long time who also has an open relationship, and we went out socially with she and her husband a couple of times. Unfortunately, there was simply no spark between the other guy and I. I would have had group sex with them just to give Don the experience, but he told me that he'd rather I only did it with people that I want to; he's a wise man.

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Actually, I've left out a piece of me that I'm really passionate about. Twelve years ago, Don and I joined a country club, and I took up golf. I love that game, it's as challenging as they come, and I've gotten quite good at it. I'm down to a fourteen handicap (which means I can beat most of the guys), and I've done well in some of the tournaments at the club. Don and I won the mixed couples championship once, but I'd never won the Women's Club Championship.

It was getting close to the Championship the first weekend in August, and I was practicing my ass off. I skipped out of work early and got to the club about 1:30. A guy I knew slightly, Dave somebody or other, was putting on the practice green as I was getting ready to go out by myself. He stepped over and asked if I would mind if he joined me. I agreed, and he told the caddy-master to put his clubs on the passenger side of the cart.

We rolled off the first tee after a couple of nice tee shots, and we got to talking. I knew his wife Judy slightly, and asked about her. Without his saying a single word about her that wasn't positive, I knew she was a pain in the ass, and that he thought I was much more exciting than she was. Can't say that I was surprised, most married men feel that way about me; it's not so much a recommendation for my skills as a condemnation of the way many wives treat their husbands. Judy kept to her little clique at the club, talking their gossip, making up their little rules that I always ignored (and getting the cold shoulder for my efforts) and basically being a road-bump on the highway of life. Whenever I played against one of those girls, I always tried a little harder. When I told Dave that I didn't think I'd ever played golf with Judy, he told me that she didn't think much of the game. He made it sound like the pronouncement of the death sentence.

By the third hole we were laughing and joking. Dave told a couple of jokes that his wife probably blushed at. I told him a couple that would have burned her ears. I found him to be a very attractive man, and by the time we got into the woods on the back nine, I was flirting and Dave was reciprocating. Nothing serious, just some looks, I let my leg bump up against his in the cart, one time as we were both pulling clubs out of the bag my tit got caught up against his forearm. When we got off of 18, I gave him a little hug and kiss on the cheek. Done one way, this is just a way for friends of opposite sex to greet each other. The other way promises nirvana. I told Dave that I hoped he have a good time with Judy that night.

Oh, my practice round? I'm now the Women's Club Champion! After the final round on Sunday afternoon, everybody gathered in the grillroom and was buying me drinks in celebration. I saw Dave eating dinner with the lovely Judy on the other side of the restaurant, and I blew him a little kiss.

When we got home that night, I received a phone call; it was Dave. Don was passed out on the sofa, exhausted from the rigors of getting me around the course (which means he'd been in the clubhouse all day drinking beer.) Dave congratulated me on my win, beat around the bush for awhile, and then asked if I'd like to have a drink with him sometime.

"Why, Dave, I'm flattered. But why would you want to have a drink with me?"

"Oh, we just seemed to have so much in common. I thought maybe we could learn a little bit more about each other." ('Yeah, sure', I thought.)

Now before I answered, I let the situation run through my mind. If we met at the club, he'd just wimp out on me. But if we met someplace else, he might make a pass at me. Did I want that to happen? Was I able to stop it without hurting him, because I sure as hell wasn't going to sleep with anyone from the club? Finally, he broke me out of my considerations, and said, "You still there?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Dave, I just dropped something. Now what did you ask me? Oh, yes, about the drink. Sure, I enjoyed your company the other day, too. I'd love it." Then I decided to find out how far he was likely to go. "Where should we meet?" When he suggested a bar near the hotels, I was pretty sure what highway he was on.

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I told Don on Thursday morning that I might be home a little late that night; now look, I was not doing anything wrong here. Since I didn't expect to go to bed with Dave my tradition about telling Don before I did anything didn't come into play. Yes, this guy was from our social life, but I figured with his wife, the last thing I had to worry about was him telling stories about me. Thirdly, Dave didn't ask me where I'd be, and I didn't offer; I didn't lie to him. When I dressed for work, it was one of my more conservative business suits, only a muslim woman would have shown less than I did.

Dave was already at the bar when I got there that evening. I greeted him with a hug and kiss; this time, it was the chaste version. He bought me a drink, and then led me back to a booth. I was tempted to ask, "Okay, Dave, why are we here?" but instead took a more circuitous route.

"How's Judy?"

His face flushed a little bit, and he cast his eyes down. Not a good sign. "Fine," he said.

"Will she be joining us later?" I was almost ashamed of myself.

"No, I don't think so."

"You two make such a nice couple." I wondered if he would get the sarcasm. He didn't.

"Yes, all our friends tell us that, but they don't know." Ah, the old my-wife-doesn't-understand-me ploy. But then it took a change. "I love Judy. I don't know what I'd do without her." Guys who are trying to jump your bones don't usually tell you that. "But we had so much fun the other day, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you."

For the next forty-five minutes, he told me his life story. I actually started to sympathize a little bit with Judy, as apparently her upbringing had a lot to do with her circumstances. They were married in college after she became pregnant, and she'd done the best she could. Tough times early in Dave's career had caused Judy to become very tight with money, and the recent good luck that Dave had in business just didn't seem to matter to the way Judy lived her life. No matter how much money Dave made (and he was now worth a bundle, thanks to a patent he'd made pay,) Judy wouldn't spend much of anything on herself. The only luxury she allowed herself was tickets to the ballet and opera, and a riotous time every Thursday night when she and her friends would go to the card-room in the club, drink lemonade and play bridge until they were all in a frenzy.

After awhile, I started getting bored with all this, and decided to mix up the formula. "So, Dave, how's Judy in the sack?" I could see I shocked him; nice girls like his wife don't ask that kind of question.

"Well, not so good. She's never been interested in sex at all. I'm not sure if she's clinically frigid, but she can be a real cold fish."

"And you've been the world traveler, sneaking off behind her back everytime you get the chance?"

"No, Lisa. You might not believe this, but I've never been with a woman other than Judy. Not that I haven't had opportunities, I just felt I owed it to Judy not to do anything while we still had kids at home or in college." I challenged him on his "opportunities," and he told me a couple of stories about women literally throwing themselves at him. Young girls, in particular, will do anything to hump a rich bugger and get something for their efforts. I believed him.

"Well, why here, why now?" I challenged, destroying the myth that we were here just for a drink and a conversation.

"Our last son graduated from college in June, and the onus I put on myself is over. Judy's not interested in satisfying me, and I'd like to find out what other things there are in the world. I'd really like to meet an intelligent, sexy woman who wasn't impressed with my money, so I wanted to spend some time with you."

"What would Judy do if she found us together?"

"I don't know. Perhaps divorce me, perhaps not. I hope she wouldn't, but I've tried to get her to become more interesting, and she's not responding. At the very worst, I'd give her enough money to last her for the rest of her life. At the best, she might get shocked into changing our lives."

This was an answer I liked. He was making a tough choice, and I found him stimulating for that. I asked Dave to go get us another drink, just so I could think for a moment.

After reflecting, I decided to go ahead. It was obvious that he was going to jump someone sooner or later, so the morals of breaking up a marriage were on him, not me. Also, I found myself wondering what a guy who'd never had a good lay in 40-some years would be like. It was time to set the ground rules.

When he got back, I said, "Well, what am I supposed to do about Don?" I wanted to make him think.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you be willing to look him in the eye if he knew that you'd been with his wife."

"Will that happen?"

"Yes, it will." Dave was shocked. "You see, Dave, you've picked the right woman. Don and I have an arrangement. I'm allowed to fuck anything I want, as long as I'm safe and I tell him everything. You can bet I'm going to be safe, and I'll tell him what's been going on, and with who. So the next time you bump into him on the putting green, he'll know which hole you've been chipping into. Now, can you stand that? Or will you try to avoid him?"

He thought for a minute. "And Don's fine with this? I mean, he won't try to punch me out, or make a scene or anything?"

"He hasn't with the other guys that I've screwed. Of course, none of them have been from the club."

"Okay, I can live with that, then." He then waited for me to do something. I just sat there. "Well, what do we do now?"

"Hey, it's your nickel, sport." I retorted. "But I tell you what, I'm going to walk out the door. You can either walk out with me, in which case I'll let you drive me to a motel, or you can sit here, finish your drink, and be home in time to watch your favorite sit-com."

I got up, and just started walking. I honestly didn't know if he was behind me until I got halfway to the car. Then I felt his arm around me. I figured I'd better start turning on the sex appeal; up to this point, we'd talked too much. "Um, that feels good."

We got to his Cadillac, which was parked in the back out of eye-sight, and he opened the door for me. As I started to get in, I 'tripped' a little and he had to catch me. "Ooh, your arms feel good." I put my face up to get kissed, which he did, a little tentatively, but it was a first effort, after all. When he got in the car on the other side, I flowed up to him and let him kiss me seriously. He didn't know how. It took two or three minutes to get him to open his mouth enough for me to get my tongue in it. Almost immediately, his hand went to my chest. I'd found a real rookie here, folks.

I broke it off, and said, "Okay, where are we going?" He drove to a motel and got us a room. When we walked in, I closed the door, and let him kiss me again. Then I said, "Listen, I need to use the bathroom." I went in, tinkled, and took my pantyhose off. When I got back to the room, he was already in bed with the lights off.

"Up out of there, sport, I've got plans for you." I threw the bedcovers back to reveal him in his tee-shirt and boxer shorts and turned the lights up. "Go sit over there." and pointed to the chair. I sat down on the bed. "Listen, you've told me you are not experienced with other women. Is that the truth?"

"I swear, Lisa, I've never had anyone other than Judy."

"Okay, well, what's your favorite position with her?"

"Position? You mean sexual position?" I nodded. "Lisa, this is the God-honest truth. She's never let me have it except with me on top."

"You mean missionary? You guys have never done it with her on top, or doggy style, or any other way?"

"That's the sum of it."

"Well, you're going to have a good time tonight!" With that, I stood up and took my jewelry off. I hate getting hair stuck in jewelry. "Stand up."

I came over to him, and stood next to him. "Kiss me like to mean it." He tried. It wasn't good enough. "No," I said, "kiss me like you've got nothing to do but kiss me. Don't think about what we're going to do, don't think about the fact that you've got a raging hard on, don't think about the fact that I'm fully dressed and you're half naked. Just concentrate on your lips on my lips, your tongue and my tongue, and how good it feels." He tried again, and it was much better. Not world class, but not hopeless.

"Okay, now you may do anything to me that you like, with one exception. Your dick can't touch any part of me, not my hand, not my leg, not my mouth, and certainly not my pussy. When, and only when you've satisfied me, I'll take your cock in my hand and show it the time of it's life."

"What do you mean, satisfy?"

"Orgasm, buster, and I want a good one. We're doing this to get both of our rocks off, not just yours."

With that, he started to kiss me again. His hands began roaming around my chest, and he kept this up for way too long. I was starting to get bored, when he got lucky. You see, I have this thing about having my ears nibbled. Drives me nuts. Dave started nibbling my ears, and I started making the little sounds that I do. That excited him, so he unbuttoned my blouse on the back and got it off me. I was wearing a bra from Victoria's Secret, nothing real sexy, but I could tell he liked it. He started kissing me around that neighborhood, and I said, "Pinch them." He got the idea, and started gently pinching my nipples, then started chewing them through the bra. His hands went to the zipper on my skirt, and after a few aborted attempts, finally got it off and had me down to my panties.

"You're beautiful," he said as he gazed at my body, and he said it so touchingly that I almost cried. After awhile, he had both of my pieces of underwear off, and was gazing at my naked body. "Are you a real redhead," he said, "or do you dye yourself down there, too?"

"That's a question that you must never ask a lady," I explained. "But since I'm not one, I'll tell you that my topside has highlights that are compliments of my hairdresser, but below decks it's all natural. You like it, I take." I could see that he did, and I said "Okay, come take a closer look." I went over a laid down on the bed and motioned to him to lay beside me.

"Kiss me all over," I commanded. He did, and finally got down to the honey pot. I threw my legs wide open, and by this time I was getting a little wet. He sniffed it, and really went after it. He was licking and sucking on it like he had never tasted a pussy before. He just wasn't being effective, and finally, I faked a little orgasm so that we could move on.

When I was done 'coming,' he came back up and started kissing my mouth. Dave was a real gentleman, and kept his still-hidden dick away from me. I took off his shirt and boxers, and there was his hard on, ready to go to work. I figured that he hadn't had any in years, and that it would be easier to go to real work if I just took care of him quickly. I kissed him and went down to his shaft. After a couple of quick licks to get it lubricated, I took him in my mouth and started to suck him while rubbing the rest with my hand. About 10 seconds into it, he let go. I swallowed it as it came and just kept sucking until he was done.

I laid down beside him, and he told me how fantastic I was. And he hadn't seen anything like my best work. Then I said, "Dave, while you're getting reloaded, would you mind if I gave you a few suggestions on eating pussy?" He said he didn't, so I had him try it again. I told him where to lick, how to gently nibble, how to finger fuck me, and when I had him go into 69, he started eating me really well. I was getting nice and hot, and he was starting to come to life again, when he got off of me.




Dueling Duets Pt. 02



"Lisa, would you mind if we had intercourse now?"

"Of course not, that's the reason we're here, isn't it? What we've done up till now is just foreplay."

So he tried to get me into missionary. I just sat up, said, "No sir! You've had enough of that to last you the rest of your life." I got up on my hands and knees, and he figured out we were going doggy. Up he came, and started away. By this time, I was pretty ready, so after a few minutes I finally got to a fair orgasm. Nothing to write home about, but I was pretty sure that he could feel my pussy muscles going to it. Pretty soon after that, I felt him coming.

I laid down on my side, and motioned for him to come up beside me and hug me. I started moving his hands around my body, and pretty soon he got the idea. He started playing with my nipples and I was a little surprised at a little flicking motion that he was making that was really getting to me. In a little while he moved one of his hands down to my cunt and started playing with it, all the while nibbling on my neck and ears and flicking my tits. I was getting excited, and another little orgasm sort of surprised me. By this time, he was ready to go a third time. About right, I thought, making up for lost time.

I figured that we should finish up the three basic positions (he already had missionary down pat,) so I climbed up on top. This time it took him a long time to come, and I had fun bouncing up and down while he played with my nipples and tried to hang on. I think I shocked him a little bit when I put my hand down to my clitoris and started to rub it. Soon thereafter, I had myself into a really good come, and he came right with me. As we came down, I whispered, "Sport, you were really great." Well no one ever said that bed talk had to be truthful. I got up, went into the bathroom and cleaned up, and then went back into the bedroom and started putting my clothes on. He got the cue, went and took care of himself, and soon we were leaving. On the way back, he asked if he could see me again.

As I already explained, I don't do one night stands. I said, "All right, one more time, but that's all. Next Monday night? I'll make the arrangements, and phone you in your office, okay?"

I decided that I wouldn't tell Don until after I was done with the affair next week; that way, he wouldn't have to worry while he was at the club.

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I felt better when I woke up the next morning. I'd done my good deed. One more time, and I'd send him on his way. I decided that the next time would be so fantastic that he'd never forget it. I phoned a bed and breakfast in a small town about a half-hour away and made a reservation. I'd been there before, it's one of the most romantic places I've ever seen. I thought that after this was all over, I'd take Don there as a 'thank you.' I called Dave, and told him to meet me there at 6:00.

On Monday, I skipped out of work about 4:30 to drive over, checked in, and let the innkeeper know what Dave looked like (we were old friends by now; I'd taken quite a few of my guys there.) When I got up to the room, I closed all the blinds so that the room was completely dark, got out two dozen candles and lit them. I filled up the large jacuzzi in the bathroom and put it on heat cycle. I got out a portable CD player and put on some soft music. Then I got dressed in a beautiful green boustiea, g-string and a sheer wrap. I put on some matching high heels, and checked myself out; I was looking good.

Dave got in, and came up to the room. He saw me and looked me over quite thoroughly before walking to me and kissing me passionately. I handed him a small package, and told him to go into the bathroom and change into the contents. When he came out, I could see that he had put on the skimpy g-string that I had purchased for him. It covered him just enough to get me excited.

I've discovered that the most important thing to good sex is being in the mood. The previous Thursday, I'd been nervous about the situation and Dave's inexperience. As a result, although Dave had a good time, it was pretty much of a bust for me. Tonight I was in control, and I found myself getting so excited that as soon as Dave came over to hold me, I felt the electricity.

We laid on the bed, and just explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths. Then Dave started slowly stripping my costume off. By the time he had everything off but the panties, I was ready. He went down on me while he took them off, and this time he paid attention to what I had told him. It wasn't long until I was having a serious orgasm. Dave didn't let up after I was done, and soon I was coming again.

I got up and had him to sit in a high backed victorian arm chair. I started kissing him from head to toe. I sucked on his toes, and bit his nipples hard. Then I got to his groin, and just licked around the edges of the g-string. The head of his cock poked out, and I nibbled it a little bit. Then I stripped him of his cloth, and started seriously sucking on his scrotum. He was loving it, and then I slowly licked his cock. I could tell that he was getting excited, and I took the whole thing in my mouth, getting very deep. In that position, unless you tickle the underside of the shaft with your tongue, it's unlikely that he'll come, but it feels very good for him. When he was getting close, I took it out of my mouth, and climbed on the armrests facing him. I lowered my cunt onto his cock, very slowly, and told him to hold my back so that I wouldn't fall. I then moved my calves up on to his neck. In this position, I could feel it half way up my vagina. Then I started moving my pelvis slowly, all the while playing with Dave's nipples. He figured out what was happening and grabbed my ass to help me move. We went on like this for a long time, coming close, but each time either of us approached climax I would slow down to give us a breather. Finally, I let us both come. It was fantastic for both of us this time.

We extricated ourselves from the position, and I led Dave into the steaming jacuzzi. We sat in it for awhile playing with each other. I showed him how I liked my nipples to be kissed and chewed, and Dave started getting real good at it. Then he put his finger into my cunt, and I was seeing stars again.

We went into the shower and washed each other. I thought that Dave would try a shower scene, but apparently he thought that was a little athletic.

We went back to the bed and I told him to lay on his stomach. I produced some oil, and started rubbing his back, legs and ass. When I started to rub his anus, he gave a little start and then relaxed. I bent down to tongue it, and then put my finger, gently, all the way up. You could tell he was in heaven. After awhile, I took my finger out, and turned him over to oil his front.

I then gave him the oil and let him apply it to me. I let him do my front first, and then turned over to let him work on my back. When he got to my ass, I wondered if he would go for it, and he did. I love having my ass kissed, and Dave didn't hold back. The difference between boys and girls (alright, another difference,) is that girls can climax from being finger fucked in the ass. I don't think Dave knew that when he got there that night, but he did when we left. Heavenly!

Dave was ready again, and this time we did it side saddle, with me controlling my movements by putting my heels on the wooden side of the bed, and grabbing the canopy supports on the roof of the bed. This room was built for romance. After we calmed down, we laid on the bed. I started talking to Dave, and asking him what his plans were. The underlying assumption when we arrived that night was that he would never see me romantically again. But after this evening, if Dave really wanted to continue it, I was willing to let it go on a little bit more.

Dave told me that he'd thought about it, and come to the conclusion that he would go back to Judy and try to get her to be more interesting somehow. He knew she'd never be in my league, but he'd had a good life with her up to now, and he really didn't want to break that up. I was disappointed that this was ending so quick, just when I'd gotten him broke in, but I told him that I was glad he was satisfied now, and he said, "Well, really, I'm not, quite . . ."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there is one fantasy that I've had for many years. I was hoping that you'd help me finish it off. It would mean just one more time with me, and then, I swear, I'll never ask another thing of you again."

"Tell me about it. I might be willing to help."

"It's simple. I've laid in my wife's bed for twenty-six years, and never had a good time in it. I've fantasized for years about having another woman in our marriage bed. I'd love to get you in there so that whenever I went to bed with her, I could think of you. If I could make sure that you were safe and wouldn't get caught, would you come with me to my house?"

Now, this was really breaking the rules. If we were surprised, there'd be hell to pay. I really wanted to help Dave out, as the rest of his life was going to be a really, really long time. But this seemed to be asking too much.

Then Dave started explaining how it could work. Judy played bridge every Thursday night. She left the house at 5:45, and didn't come home again until 9:45 or 10:00. Dave told me that in the past four years, she had never been home before 9:30. We could get there about 6:30, make love for an hour or so, and be gone long before she ever got back. I was hesitant, but then Dave played his ace card -- he started nibbling on my ear. When he put his hand down to my vagina, I agreed, but I made him make me come again before I told him.

We showered again, and Dave told me that he had told Judy that he was on a business trip.

"Do you think you could stay the night with me?" he asked.

"Oh, Sport, I'd love to, but . . ."

"But your husband would be upset, wouldn't he?"

"No, that's not it. Actually, I haven't told Don about us yet, but I could phone him and let him know that I was having fun . . . I've done that a couple of times, and he's never objected. But the real reason that I can't stay is that I'm going out of town for two weeks soon, and I've got a ton of work left to get ready for the trip. If I stayed here you wouldn't let me get any sleep!"

I finally got him to agree to let me leave, but before I left I tucked him into bed. When I got home, Don was playing with his computer, so I didn't get to tell him what I was doing that night. For one reason or another, the next two nights weren't good for that talk either. It's possible that I was just nervous that this affair was so close to home, and I thought Don might be upset about it.

Did I trust Dave about this idea of sleeping with him at his house? Absolutely not! I went over to the club, and started chatting with the hostess who I knew well. I told her I wanted to make a reservation for Thursday night, and then got a look at the book. There were the biddies, including Judy. Safe as houses.

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Thursday evening I drove my car to a park about 5 blocks from Dave's house. I parked my car in a secluded area in back, and when Dave drove by I got into his Caddy. He had me scoot down so that no one would see me as we drove into the area. When we got to the house, he opened up the garage and drove in. Only after the garage door was closed did I get up. We walked in, and went straight to the bedroom. Before I let Dave touch me, I took a good look around, and tried to memorize how everything was; I was planning on not letting any suggestion of my visit remain. After work, I'd changed into a cute little black dress with a bare midriff connected by straps. I took off my earrings , tennis bracelet and choker, and put them on the nightstand. Dave pulled my dress off me to find matching panties. I stripped Dave down completely, and proceeded to give him the blow job of the century. I was just done, and getting ready to let him eat me, when all of a sudden, the door flew open. There was Judy, looking at us. It was only 6:50. I knew she recognized me.

She just took in the scene, and you could see tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She turned away, sobbing, and closed the door behind her. I was upset, but Dave was nearly hysteric. I got dressed, and told him to get dressed too. After we pulled on our clothes, I just told Dave it would be all right and to go to his wife. Then I just walked out the front door (Judy was nowhere in sight) and walked the quarter mile back to the car.

Only after I got in and closed the door did I allow myself to be a nervous wreck. I cried for fifteen minutes, cursing myself for being such a fool. Our nice life was going to be ruined; the affair would be gossiped all over the club and we would have to resign; Don was going to suffer the reputation of a cuckold when he wasn't, and it was all my fault! Then I discovered that I had forgotten to put my jewelry back on. I thought about calling Dave, or going back to his house, and then I just decided to forget it. Some things are just too expensive.

Finally, I pulled myself together and drove home. When I got there, Don knew immediately that something was wrong. I figured that now was better than never, so I told him the whole story. He was thoughtful, but not angry or upset. He kept telling me that everything was going to be okay. He pointed out that I was going out of town for a couple of weeks, and that maybe everything would blow over by the time I got back. Eventually, we fell into a sexless, fitful sleep.

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The next morning at work, I prepped for my trip. An H/R convention was starting in Anaheim on Sunday, and I was flying out to the coast on Saturday as I was on one of the committees. After it ended up on Thursday, I would bump around the west visiting some of the corporation's branches and factories, explaining the new benefits package to groups of employees. I was glad, it would do me good. When my boss looked in on me, he figured that the stress I was evidently feeling was due to the pressures of the trip, and he told me not to take it too seriously. I got a message from Dave, but was much to busy to respond. I figured if it was important, he'd get me at home that night.

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I got home, and Don made a nice little dinner while I packed. Later on in the evening, I got myself all dolled up for him, and we made love for a couple of hours. Yes, we talked about Dave, and I told him all about he turned from Mr. Nothing to SuperStud. We had fun.

I took a midday flight to LAX (I hate that airport. Come to think of it, I hate that whole city.) After I settled into the hotel, I gave Don a call. We aren't the kind of couple that keeps tabs on each other, but I wanted to find out if there had been any concerns at the club; I knew that Dave and Don both played golf on Saturdays. It turned out that they had had a short, civilized conversation, and that Dave thought that Judy wasn't going to make a fuss. I was a little relieved, but still not relaxed yet.

The convention started, and I was involved in all the hoopla. When I got back to my room about 8:00 on Tuesday evening, there was a message from Don. I called him back, and he told me that he and Judy had met so that she could give him my jewelry. He told me that she was adamant that there would be no scandal and no divorce. Everything was okay! I felt so good, that when I went down to the bar and met a guy that I'd had a relationship with at this convention three years ago, I let him know that if he came up to my room later, he wouldn't be disappointed. You're shocked? But this wasn't breaking the rules! Sure, it was on the spur of the moment, but Mike had already been my lover. And I told him before we started that I only had this one night free. My fondest memory of that trip is being screwed in the Hilton while being illuminated by fireworks from the Magic Kingdom.

The trip went along successfully. I spent the weekend bumming around San Francisco, where my Monday appointments were. No, I didn't bump into anyone I liked, and there was no sex. Disappointed? I called Don once from a pay phone out on Pier 39 where you could hear the sea lions in the background. No further news, all was calm.

Tuesday evening, when I landed in Seattle, (Portland was Tuesday, Seattle was Wednesday,) I was surprised to get a voicemail from Judy. She asked me to call her at home as soon as I got into my hotel. By the time I got there, it was after 9:00 Pacific time, and after midnight back home. I returned the call anyway.

Now this conversation really shocked me. 10 days ago, Judy had found me in bed with her husband. To all outward appearances and on the sworn statement of her husband, Judy was the original prude. After we had talked for a few moments, Judy asked me to please fuck her husband one more time. (Those aren't her words, I think the exact phrase was to 'have sexual relations.') The story she gave me was that she was trying to get over this incident and figure out a way to make herself more appealing to him. ('Learn how to screw,' was what I suggested, but under my breath.) She was worried that she'd interrupted us just as her husband was filling a lifetime fantasy. She knew that because Dave had explained to all to her and what it meant to him. (I gave him two gold stars for honesty, one demerit for stupidity.) It was her feeling that if he blamed her for this failure, she'd never get the chance to turn her life around. So would I please boink him one more time, at their house, so that we all go back to living wonderful lives?

Yes, I was skeptical. Wouldn't you be? But I couldn't turn her down flat. Instead, I bounced the ball back into her court. I told her that I might consider it if her husband called me and substantiated her story. I didn't just want to show up and say, "Hey, Dave remember the last time? Let's forget your wife and keep going!" She told me that she agreed to that, and when was the soonest we could arrange this? Well, luckily, the manager of the Denver office had called me up and told me that Friday afternoon had turned bad. Would I mind just doing the morning session; I could catch an earlier flight back? I figured that I could get into town on a flight that landed at 7:45. If she could convince Dave, I'd take a taxi over to their house, meet Dave, take care of business, and then call another cab to take me home. I could get there 8:45 to 9:00, have a nice screw (no, I didn't say that, I was being very refined,) and still get home by midnight, which was the time Don was expecting me to get in. She thanked me, and told me that Dave would call me either way.

The next morning as I was doing my morning calisthenics, (not those, I knew no one in Seattle,) my room phone rang. It was Dave. He was on a golf trip in North Carolina, and had talked to Judy. He thought that she was over-reacting a little bit, but she was being awfully nice about the whole thing. If I wanted to, he was sure he could go round with me one more time, just to appease Judy, you understand. I could almost feel the drool over the phone, feels like you're just next door. We talked, and agreed that Friday was the optimal time. He was scheduled to arrive at the airport at 6:30 Friday night. He'd just wait for me at the baggage claim, and then drive me home. If I wanted to catch a taxi from his house to mine, okay, or else he'd drive me home.  

That night I took the flight to Salt Lake. Of course not, nobody gets laid in Utah! The next night I flipped over to Denver, and I could tell that I was getting horny. I'd been without sex for 10 days.

When I got into the airport Friday night, there was Dave just like we'd planned. He drove the car around while I got my luggage out of hock, and then we drove to his house. On the way, I let my hand wander to his thigh; it might have touched his cock. He tried to get at my boobs, but I moved to the other side of the car, just to torment him. As we approached his house, we got to talking about how nice Judy was being. Dave suggested that I might help him and Judy out by taking her out, getting her some new clothes, show her how to make herself up, things like that. I suggested that maybe her husband's lover wasn't the proper person for this job, but that I'd keep my mind open.




Dueling Duets Pt. 02



When we got to his house, we were both ready for some serious sex. Judy's car wasn't in the garage, so we figured we were home free. We drove into the garage, slammed the car doors, went in the side entrance and attacked each other up the stairway until we got to the bedroom. Dave opened the door, and walked in before me. He stopped cold, and I looked over his shoulder to see Judy sitting on top of a guy. She was wearing a black negligee, bunched at the waist, stockings and the choker I'd been wearing the last time I was in this room! Then I looked at the guy, and it was my husband. I gasped in surprise.

Judy told Don to keep going, and ordered the two of us to sit on the bed and watch. 'All right!' I thought, 'live sex shows!' Dave was in shock, and I led him over to the bed, and sat him down. Judy was grinding away, and I could see that Don was nice and hard as his dick slithered in and out of Judy's slippery vagina. I looked down at Dave, and could see that he had a raging hard-on. I started kissing him on the neck, and finally got his attention. I got him out of his clothes, then stripped mine off, and laid down on the bed next to Don. Dave was on me in a flash, in the missionary position. I put my legs around him, and grabbed his ass. It didn't take him long to come. I was close, but I was too interested in the noises that Judy was making. She's a world class screamer! This was a frigid woman? What had gone on in the last two weeks that I didn't know about?

As Dave was getting off me, Judy reached over, hugged him while my husbands dick was still at attention inside of her, and kissed him. I bent over and gave Don a kiss with a question mark attached.

When we all started to get up, Judy put on her transparent robe, told us all to laze around , and left us to get some drinks and snacks. Don asked us (US!) what we were doing there. Dave gave a befuddled answer; it was clear that he wasn't thinking too well due to the shock of the situation. While I was filling in the story, Judy walked back into the room, poured us all a glass of champagne, and sat down on a fainting couch to watch us sort the story out. I figured I fix her, so while I continued, I got both of the guys to work on me with their hands. After all, I brought Dave off earlier, but hadn't gotten any myself. Eventually, I got Dave to eat me, and had a pretty good orgasm, but it didn't seem to make much difference to Judy; in fact, she urged Dave on.

After we were done, I just looked at Don who had gone over to sit with Judy while this was going on, and asked, "Okay, loverboy, what in the hell WERE you doing here, fucking Dave's wife?"

Judy didn't let Don answer, but started giving us the story herself. It seems that when Don had met her to get my jewelry, she asked him how she could make herself more exciting, Don had said that she needed a tutor. He took on that duty, and Judy started in on the process of seducing him. ('Conniving little bitch!' I thought. It was that moment that I really started to like her.) She planned the whole thing so that we would pop in at the exact moment she was being deflowered. But, instead, she had found out that sex could be fun for it's own sake, and the two of them had spent Wednesday and Thursday nights screwing each other. I hoped Don had had more fun the first time than I had with Dave. (Yes, I keep score. I like to win, too, but it's much more important to play the game, if you know what I mean.)

After she was done with her story, Judy started to screw Dave. I would have liked to stay and watch, but then I figured it was sort of like a honeymoon for them, so I snuck out of the room, taking Don with me. We were thinking about just leaving, and then realized that neither of us had a car. Judy's screams from the master bedroom were making me horny again, and Don told me that he hadn't come yet tonight. Seems he was about too when we popped in, and then he was too interested in watching Dave screw me to get off. So we found a guest bedroom, and fooled around in there until Dave came out to take us home.

As we left, Judy was dressed in a jumpsuit that I would wear in a second, but I never thought Judy would slip herself into something like that. After seeing that outfit, and having watched her screw Don's balls off, I knew she didn't need much help. She gave me a jewelry box, and told me to have fun with the contents. As I confirmed a few minutes later, she'd returned my choker to me.

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The next morning as we were eating breakfast, I got a few more details out of Don. It seems that Judy really had been inexperienced until a few days earlier, when Don had taught her what I had shown him over the years. We decided that Dave and Judy were on a second honeymoon, and that they needed a 'wedding' present. I wanted to get her a vibrator, but Don won out, and we got them a copy of 'Joy of Sex,' and dropped it off on their porch so that we wouldn't disturb them.

That evening, I was going to take Don out to dinner. I donned the same black outfit that I wore the first time I was in Dave and Judy's house, including the choker. Don recognized it, and got so excited that we wound up making love in the parlor. We decided just to call out for Chinese, and discussed the affair of Dave and Judy for the rest of the evening.

I saw Judy from a distance at the club over the next few weeks. She was dressing smartly now, and she waved to me, but we never got a chance to say more than, "Hi, how are you?"

Then one evening, when the club was beginning to slow down for the winter, we were over there having dinner, and Judy and Dave came in. We invited them to join us, and Judy was in fine fettle. She'd loosened up a lot, and I really enjoyed her company. Dave was giving me the sexy eye, but I just ignored him, and finally he stopped, realizing that what we had was over. When all the staff were out of earshot, Dave and Judy thanked Don for saving their marriage. (What, I did nothing? Oh, yeah, now I remember, I'm the 'other woman.') They wanted to give him something, but Don, always the gentleman, turned it down. I kicked him under the table. They said they'd get even somehow.

The next day, I was taking a steam at the club, and Judy came in. It was only the two of us. We started talking, and Judy told me that she knew what Don really wanted. "A threesome," I answered. Judy laughed and asked me how I knew. I told her that was all guys ever wanted, more girls when they couldn't take care of the one they already had.

Well Judy said that if I ever wanted to give him his wish, she'd be happy to be the third party, with Dave's blessing. I thought, screw Don, he's had enough, but then I thought, 'Hey, I can get some fun out of this myself.' So we set it up for the next Friday evening.

Judy came over as soon as I got home from work, and Judy asked to see my costumes; Judy found one she really liked, so I told her to dress in it. It was a little large for her, but I knew Don would never notice. I didn't think that Don had ever seen it, as I'd got it as a gift from a guy who had a fetish. When Don came home from work, I was sitting in the living room in a green outfit I'd gotten from Fredericks. Don started getting interested in me, and I asked him if he wanted a drink. I called for the maid, and Judy walked in, wearing my little maid's outfit. Don's eyes bugged out, and then his tongue did too. For the next two hours, Judy and I took turns fucking his socks off. We did it, too. He got too pooped to pecker, and then I put a bug in his ear that he should call Dave for assistance. He did, and then we tied Don up. When Dave walked into the bedroom, the two naked bitches jumped on him and tied him up too. While we had our way with Dave, Don just had to lie there and watch. Poor Don!

After we released them, Judy started playing with Don, and I showed Dave a copy of the Kama-Sutra, which he hadn't studied before. We tried a couple of positions, but Dave's got to be a lot more flexible before he'll be good at it.

Since then, the four of us have been a joint item. Dave graduated from sex high-school, and he's working with me on his bachelor's degree now. Sometimes the four of us get together, sometimes it's a threesome (especially if one of us goes out of town for awhile,) and we always like to swap just for the fun of it.

Don, Dave and I have created a little tradition. We play a three-way golf match once a year. The winner gets to do me while the other one watches and acts as a caddy. And if I win? They both pay. Judy doesn't get into that match -- she thought about taking up golf, but it never clicked for her.

And, yes, Judy and I do go shopping together. She shows me the right thing to buy as often as I do for her.

Me, men other than Don and Dave? Don't be silly, I still have my goal to be a whore before I'm sixty. I'm pretty sure I'll make it.





Dueling Duets Pt. 03







Dueling Duets Pt. 03



Sunday afternoon I took Judy to the club for dinner, and when we walked into the grillroom a party was in progress. It seems that Lisa had won the Women's Championship, and all the ladies and quite a few men had gathered to celebrate the event. Lisa saw me from across the room and waved 'Hi.' As Judy and I ate, I watched Lisa and how sexy she was. Judy had to repeat what she was telling me a few times, but I couldn't keep my mind off of Lisa.

When we got home, Judy went right up to her book, and I was left to my own devices. After a couple of hours of getting nothing done, I looked in the club directory, got Lisa's telephone number and gave her a call. When she answered the phone, I said, "Hi, Lisa, it's Dave. Just wanted to call you to congratulate you on your victory."

"Oh, thanks, Dave, I'm still so excited. I want to thank you for your help."

"My help?"

"Sure. Remember how I was having trouble with the tee shot on 7, and you told me to aim a little further right? Well I did that and today, and hit it right on the screws. Perfect position. Then I was able to get it on the green about 20 feet from the cup, and darned if I didn't sink the putt for a birdie!"

It's a tradition among golfers that everyone tries to tell other golfers about how they played. It's a tradition that bores me; I don't really care if you made that seven footer or not. But Lisa could have described every shot, and I would have been enraptured.

A little later, I tried to get the subject down to something other that golf. Lisa and I bantered, and finally I said, "Lisa, maybe we could have a drink sometime?"

"Why, Dave, I'm flattered." she said. "But why would you want to have a drink with me?"

"Oh, we just seemed to have so much in common. I thought maybe we could learn a little bit more about each other." The phone went silent. I thought maybe she'd hung up on me. I figured I was sunk. After 15 or 20 seconds of silence, I spoke up, "You still there?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Dave, I just dropped something. Now what did you ask me? Oh, yes, about the drink. Sure, I enjoyed your company the other day, too. I'd love it . . . Where should we meet?"

Oops, I'd gotten it started. Now what. I remembered a nice place that I'd often met clients when they came into town, out near where they stayed. I thought she'd like it, and suggested it. Lisa agreed, and we set a date for after work on Thursday. After a few more pleasantries, she told me how she was looking forward to seeing me again, and hung up. Yes, I jerked off again, thinking of Lisa.

Thursday rolled around. I was so nervous at work that I was worthless. In the afternoon, I called the house and left a message on the answering system that I had to work late, and for Judy to eat without me. I just putzed around, and finally left the office and just drove around until it was time to head for the bar. I parked around the back, trying to keep my Caddy out of the sun, and went in. I was a few minutes early, so I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. We were supposed to meet at 6:00. When she hadn't showed up by 6:15, I figured I'd been stood up. A few minutes later, the door opened, and there was Lisa!

She was beautiful. She was wearing a business suit that would have looked boring on some women, but she had utilized a necklace and brooch to bring it to life. Her red hair was waving in the breeze and she strolled to me. When she got to me, she gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek that was even more exciting than the one that she had bestowed upon me when we finished playing golf. I got her a drink, and we went over to a booth.

She asked about Judy, and then asked me a very strange question, "Will Judy be joining us?"

"No, I don't think so," I replied. I wondered if I had given her the wrong impression in our phone conversation. She told me that Judy and I made a nice looking couple. Uh-oh, this was not going the way I had anticipated. But I had to say something. So I added, "Yes, all our friends tell us that, but they don't know." For some reason, I had to continue. "I love Judy. I don't know what I'd do without her." Then I tried to bring it back to the two of us, "But we had so much fun the other day, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you."

Lisa asked me a little question about my business, and for some reason I started telling her about how it started, and that grew into a long discussion of my business and a history of my life. Lisa seemed very interested in all of this, and I got around to how Judy and I seemed to be drifting apart. When I told her this, Lisa said, "So, Dave, how's Judy in the sack?" The woman was certainly direct!

"Well, not so good. She's never been interested in sex at all. I'm not sure if she's clinically frigid, but she can be a real cold fish."

"And you've been the world traveler, sneaking off behind her back everytime you get the chance?" Lisa was off on the wrong tangent. Sure, if she offered, I was going to sleep with her, but I didn't think there was much chance of that; I really was there just to talk to her. I told her just how inexperienced I really was.

She seemed to understand my dilemma, and asked me a question about why I was trying to change my habits at this time. I told her about how I had decided early on that the kids were more important to me than my own pleasure, but that they were now on their way, I felt that a change in lifestyle would be okay.

Then Lisa asked, "What would Judy do if she found us together?" I figured that she was just talking in metaphor, and that she was asking what would happen if Judy caught me having an affair.

"I don't know. Perhaps divorce me, perhaps not. I hope she wouldn't, but I've tried to get her to become more interesting, and she's not responding. At the very worst, I'd give her enough money to last her for the rest of her life. At the best, she might get shocked into changing our lives."

Then she asked me a funny question, "Well, what am I supposed to do about Don?"

I was shocked. I really didn't know what she was trying to say. "What do you mean?"

"Would you be willing to look him in the eye if he knew that you'd been with his wife."

"Will that happen?" I asked. Finally I got the idea. Lisa was trying to seduce me!

"Yes, it will." What? You mean she was going to go to bed with me? I was incredulous. Sure, I had fantasized about this woman, but I never thought that she would have found me attractive, and even if she had, I figured she wouldn't want to get mixed up in anything at the club. And maybe I was being naive, that everyone at the club was screwing each other, and I just wasn't plugged in.

Then Lisa told me that she and Don had an open relationship, where the two had other sexual partners. She told me that Don would know about us, but that I had nothing to be concerned about. After she got done, she seemed to wait for me to make a move. What was I supposed to do? Suggest a motel room, or make another date, or what? I was working way outside of my comfort zone without a road map. So I threw myself on her mercy and asked, "Well, what do we do now?"

She told me that she was going to leave, and that I could go with her to a motel. I followed her out, and as we were walking to the car, I put my arm around her. She seemed to like it. When we got to my car, she tripped and I had to catch her. It was a magic moment, and I kissed her passionately on the lips. After we got in the car, we started petting. This woman was really hot! We drove to the motel, and I got us a room. My head was spinning, this was really going so fast.

When we got into the room, we kissed a couple of times, and then she excused herself and went into the bathroom. I figured that she was getting ready, stripping down, doing whatever it is that experienced women do to get ready for sex. So I took of my suit and shirt, and got into the bed.

When she came out, she gave me a little smile, and let me know that it wasn't going to be like that. She wanted some serious foreplay, and she told me that I wouldn't get laid until I made her come. Now, this was Mission Impossible. I didn't know the first thing about making a woman feel good. Standing up, I started kissing her. She stopped me, and told me to kiss her without thinking of anything else. I did so, and really enjoyed it. Afterwards, she let me start to hold her and rub her tits. I thought about putting my hand up her skirt, but somehow that didn't seem appropriate. In desperation, I remembered that in a recent movie I'd seen, the guy had nibbled on the girls earlobe. I tried that, and I'll be darned if Lisa didn't start responding. I unbuttoned her blouse clumsily, and got it off there. Lisa was wearing one of the sexiest bras I'd ever seen, and I was sure that she'd put it on just for me. I started to kiss her breasts through the bra, and she was really digging on it. I got her skirt off, and there she was in just her lingerie. I stood back, just looked at her, realized how lucky I was, and told her how beautiful she was.

Still standing, we were kissing, and I was feeling her all over. Her hands were all over me, except that she wasn't touching my penis. I took off her bra, and then slid her panties off. I was seeing my first naked woman, other than Judy. I noticed that her well-trimmed bush was a red as her hair. I figured she dyed her hair and asked her if she dyed that too. She assured me that she was a natural redhead.

She laid down on the bed, and had me kiss her all over. Finally I got down to her pussy. I still hadn't touched it yet. It was obvious she wanted me to kiss her down there. This was something I'd tried to do with Judy, but with little success. This woman was digging on it. I smelled the lovely perfume coming from her vagina, and then started eating her pussy. After awhile, Lisa started making soft low moaning sounds and moving her body. I was making a woman come for the first time!

Then Lisa stripped off my boxer shorts, and examined my penis. I could tell she liked what she was seeing. She went down on me, and this woman was so good at it that I started coming almost immediately. She swallowed all of my come, loads and loads of it, and then came up and kissed me so that I could taste it too. I was in heaven, and told her how wonderful she was.

Lisa started telling me what she liked. I wasn't hurt, I knew that I was inexperienced, and I figured I needed a few lessons. I did what she told me, and then climbed around to were she could suck on my dick again while I was eating her. We were both getting ready to come again when I got off of her and asked if we could screw. Lisa told me she was really ready for it. I went down between her legs, kissed her pussy a couple of times, and then brought my dick right up to where I could put it into her hot, wet vagina.

I couldn't believe it. She just sat up, pushing me back, and told me to stop. I figured that I'd done something wrong, and my penis started to droop. But then she told me that she really didn't like it that way. She kneeled on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and told me to stand behind her. She reached beside me, grabbed my dick and led it into her hole. This was great. I grabbed her waist, and she did her best to match the in and out movements I was able to make. We did this for quite awhile, when all of a sudden I could feel her pussy muscles tense up tight. I knew she was coming again, and I let it go inside of her - the first time I had gotten laid!

We laid down on the bed, and I started kissing her erogenous zones, and played with her wet pussy some more. She was feeling and kissing whatever she could reach and a little while later she closed her eyes, moaned some, and then I could feel her tensing up on my finger. She laid me down on my back, climbed on top of me, and put my dick (yes, it was hard again) into her pussy. This was great. I just laid there, watching this exciting woman screwing herself with my penis, and we both came together. I could tell this was a really good one for her, as she started saying dirty words to me and telling me what to do.

We laid there for awhile, and she told me how great I was! I certainly didn't expect to hear that. She went into the bathroom again and I could hear the water running. When she came back out, she started to get dressed, so I cleaned my groin with soap and water, and put my clothes on. We left the room, and as I drove her back to the car, I asked if I could see her again.

Lisa told me that she'd love to romp with me again, but the next time she wanted to make the arrangements. I asked her why, and she told me she wanted to show me the most romantic time I'd ever had. But then she told me that she was a little nervous, what with me knowing her husband, and Judy might not be so cool about it if she found out about it. So the next time would be the last time she made love to me. We set the arrangements up for the next Monday evening.

When I got home that night, Judy was already in bed. I took a shower, and when I got into our king-size bed, I thought it would be really great if I could have two women in one night. I started to come on to Judy, but she just pushed me away.

The next day at work, I was really into it. A couple of the guys remarked what a good mood I was in, and my partner actually joked that Judy must have let me have some last night. That afternoon, Lisa called me at, and told me to meet her at a bed and breakfast in another town on Monday evening.

Monday morning I packed my overnight bag, and told Judy that I was going out of town for the day; I'd be back on Tuesday. That evening I left the office in my Caddy and drove to the quaint village where the B&B was. I pulled into the parking lot and saw Lisa's car, but she was nowhere in sight. I wondered how I could sneak into the room when I didn't know which one it was. I went into the foyer, and a lovely woman was at a check-in stand. "Oh, are you looking for Lisa?" I admitted that I was. "She's in room 3, up the stairs and to the right. Have fun!" I realized that I probably wasn't the first guy to be here with Lisa. I didn't care; I was there now!

I carried my bag up to the room, and knocked on the door. A sultry voice told me to come in, and I walked in to a fantasy. Although it was not yet sunset, the victorian style room was cut off from any external light by heavy drapery, and illuminated by what seemed to be hundreds of candles. Lisa was standing by the foot of the canopy bed, dressed only in a green outfit that lifted her breasts and made them stand out, a skimpy g-string, a see-though robe, and high-heels. All of this showed her flaming red hair off, and there was soft music all through the room. It looked so good that I almost came just looking at the beautiful sight. I moved to her, took her in my arms, and kissed her thoroughly, remembering the lesson about a woman's lips that she had given me the previous time. After a few precious minutes, she broke it off, and gave me a small gift wrapped box. Lisa told me to go into the bathroom and put the gift on. I couldn't figure out what was in that tiny container, maybe a bracelet or something, and when I opened it, I found a man's g-string. I stripped my clothes off and put the thing on; it barely covered my penis, and had a string that went right up my crack in back. It was green, matching Lisa's outfit.

As I opened the door and walked back into the bedroom. Lisa was laying on top of the bed, and gave my outfit her approval. I could tell she was hot tonight, much hotter than the other evening. I credited the surroundings. We laid there for awhile kissing and nibbling each other's sensitive areas. Once again, when I got to her ears, she reacted positively. After awhile, I slowly stripped off her clothes. It must have taken me 15 minutes to get her down to just her panties, and when I took them off I started eating her as she had taught me to. It wasn't long before she was moaning and grabbing my head in a serious orgasm.

When she recovered, she had me sit in the chair and started licking me. She started at my mouth, but soon went to my neck and further south. When she got to my nipples, she nipped them hard with her teeth. That hurt, but felt good at the same time. She continued on and nibbled the inside of my thighs. Still she went south. Finally she started sucking on the sole of my foot, and then put my toes in her mouth and sucked on them. This was an entirely new experience to me, and I jerked my foot uncontrollably. She did it to my other foot to, and then started traveling north. As she approached my groin, she stripped the g-string off and started to suck gently on my balls. It felt so good. Then she took my rigid dick in her mouth, and tried to swallow the whole thing. She started sucking, and although I enjoyed it immensely, it took me a very long time to come close to ejaculating. As I was approaching climax, Lisa got up and climbed up on the chair. She spread her legs and inserted my cock into her tube. I was told to hold her back securely, and she put both of her feet next to my ears. Somehow, she was able to move her hips, and she was playing with my nipples. I realized what was happening, and moved a hand down to her ass and was able to help her move. It took us a long, wonderful time in this position to climax.

Lisa climbed down, got me up, and led me into the bathroom. I had noticed that there was a filled jacuzzi in there that was big enough to fit a couple comfortably. The water was warm, and we both climbed in. We just sat there, holding each other, looking at each other in the candlelight, and playing with each other. I got my finger into her vagina and started to push it in and out. Lisa climaxed again.

We got out of the jacuzzi and went into the shower. Lisa turned the temperature as hot as we could stand it and then we soaped each other with a loofah that had been supplied. I was getting excited again, and thought about doing it there, but the floor was slippery and I was afraid we'd hurt ourselves. After drying ourselves with some huge towels, we went back to the bed.

Lisa got some oil out of a canvas bag, and started massaging my shoulders and back with the sweet ointment. She continued on down over my legs, and then came back up to my rear. She was getting lower and lower into my crack, and then she started feeling my anus. I jumped a little because it felt so good; I never expected anything like that. She leaned over and started kissing it! And then, when it was quite slippery from her saliva, she took her finger and put it, slowly and gently, right into my arse, and was moving it in and out and around. I was ecstatic with pleasure. When that started to wear off a little, she took her finger out, told me to turn over, and finished oiling my front.

Then she handed me the tube, and I went to work on her. It was wonderful watching her just lay there while I lubricated her lovely arms, legs, lovely breasts and her pussy area. Up until that time, I hadn't got a chance to really look her over; I'd been much too busy playing with her. I loved the way she trimmed her bush; the hair was only about a half-inch long, and she had cut the sides so that the fur wouldn't be seen even if she was wearing the skimpiest swim suit. The hair just accentuated her beautiful mound of venus. When I had completed her fore, she turned over so I could do her rear. I took my time, as she had, with her back and legs and then legs. Finally, I got to her ass, and thought about what she had done to me.

I guess some people would think it was dirty, but somehow, I just couldn't imagine any part of this wonderful body being smutty, so I went ahead and stuck my tongue into her anus. Even that part of her body tasted sweet. After I got the hole nice and wet, I put my finger in it. She started moaning and moving her ass, and I could tell that she climaxed again. I began to think that this woman would come if a man just looked at her right.




Dueling Duets Pt. 03



I got so hard at this display, that laid me on my back at the edge of the bed, and then she climbed onto the side of the bed so that her legs were hanging off the side of the mattress. She grabbed the canopy supports and started going to it again. In a short while I exploded into her while she was orgasming once more.

By this time, we were both exhausted, and I could feel the night ('the last night!' I thought) was coming to an end. We talked for awhile, and the conversation came around to how this affair would impact my marriage. I'd thought a lot about that the last couple of days. I told Lisa that I knew that Judy really loved me and might do something terrible if I started screwing around on a regular basis. So I was going to try to get her to change a little bit, let her know how much it would mean to me, and see if the marriage could be salvaged. Of course, after this evening I didn't really want to end my affair with Lisa, but she had been pretty firm about it the other night, so I didn't mention my desire. She told me that she was glad that she'd been able to satisfy me, and I saw an opening. I told her I would like to have just one more time. I explained to her all the fantasies I had while I serviced Judy in our marriage bed over the years, and how much I wanted to have someone else there.

I was surprised when Lisa didn't immediately reject the hair-brained scheme, and I continued to press the issue. I told her that we could be really safe, and Judy always went to the club on Thursday nights to play bridge and never, ever came home early. I had this all figured out, and told her of the exact plans I had considered. I could tell she was on the fence, and then I got her to climax by nibbling her ear and fingering her again. Afterwards she agreed, and we made our plans for the escapade.

I knew I couldn't go home that night, and I was hoping that Lisa would sleep with me. But she decided to go home, and tucked me in before she left.

I made sure that Judy's plans didn't change, and Thursday I got home early so I could make sure that she was going to the club. After she left, I drove over and picked up Lisa, who had driven to a wooded park a few blocks from our house. I drove around a couple of times until I finally spotted her, way in back out of eyesight, and she got into my car. She sat very low in the car, so none of the neighbors would spot her, and we got into the garage. Lisa was wearing this hot black outfit, and when we got to the bedroom, she stopped and looked everything over. I then realized she was trying to remember exactly where everything was, so we could leave the room in the same shape we found it. She took off her earrings, bracelet and necklace and then I stripped her to her panties. Of course, they matched the dress. She proceeded to get me to a point where I had less on then she did, and gave me a great blow job. She swallowed all my come again, and I was just coming out of it and was about to go down on her, when the door to the bedroom opened up and Judy was standing there. She looked at Lisa and I, and then started to cry. I thought she'd show some emotion, perhaps get mad and throw something, call me names, anything. Instead, she just turned around, and closed the door behind her.

Understandably, Lisa was quite upset. She threw her clothes on, and told me it would be alright. Then she left the room. Our bedroom has windows on all three sides of the house, and I could see Lisa walking dejectedly down the street toward her car.

I slowly put some clothes on, and wondered what I should do next. While I sat there in a stupor, it started to get dark. Finally I roused myself and went downstairs. Judy was sitting in the blackness in the family room. I walked in and sat down beside her.

"How could you?" she stuttered between sobs. When I had no answer to this question, she said, "You must hate me,"

"Hate you? Oh, no, Judy, I love you."

"How can you say that, when I found you in our bedroom with that . . . that bitch!" This was the first time I'd ever heard her use any kind of profanity.

I then spilled my guts, and revealed the entire truth. How the affair had been going on for just nine days, and how tonight was going to be the very last time. That I had never been with any other woman, and I promised never to do it again.

Judy asked a lot of questions about my motives, and when I tried to soft-peddle the effect that our relationship had, she called me on it. "You mean I never satisfied you, don't you?"

"Now, Judy, I didn't say that."

"But you didn't tell me that I excited you like she does, did you? Oh, maybe this thing is my own fault. Maybe if I acted like all those whores, you wouldn't have done something like this. Or maybe I should go out and have an affair of my own, that would get you going, wouldn't it?" I thought she was just rambling, and didn't respond to that at all.

A little while later, she started in on Lisa. Told me how she had seen her around the club throwing herself at all the men. She observed that Lisa had probably been with every man out there, and that she used me just to have a complete set.

"Well, no, that's not true. She told me that I'm the first guy she's ever slept with at the club." Somehow, this didn't seem to make Judy feel better.

In the end, I turned it back around to how I loved Judy, would never hurt her again, wouldn't see Lisa anymore, all the promises you make, and then Judy let me hold her for a little bit. After awhile, Judy got up and I could hear her messing around upstairs. I went up and found her stripping and remaking the bed. I didn't bother telling her that Lisa had never touched the sheets; somehow I knew that wouldn't be the proper thing to do. Judy went off to sleep in the guest bedroom. I wasn't back in good graces yet. I decided not to ask why she came home early from the club. Some things are better left alone.

The next day I tried to blow off work and spend the day with Judy, but she wouldn't have it. She told me supper would be at the normal time, and she'd expect me then. I called the florist and had some roses delivered to Judy, and had my secretary go out and get some chocolates to take home that night. I tried to call Lisa, but couldn't get through to her.

That night, Judy had thrown the roses in the garbage. Oops. I had the box of candy in my hand, and she told me not to bother. Over dinner, she started telling me that she was going to let me stay, on the condition that nothing would ever happen like this again. Of course I agreed. I was supposed to go off with some business associates from around the country the next Friday for a week of golf, and I suggested that I cancel it and take her to a nice place, wherever she wanted to go. She told me she couldn't be bought off, that I should just go on the stupid trip.

Judy wanted to know some details. I told her of how Lisa and I just hit it off, and our affair just happened. I referred to Monday's night liaison without spending too much time on the environment. She questioned why we had been in our bedroom the previous night. Thinking that perhaps only the truth would be believable, I said, "Judy, I don't know quite how to say this. I mean, for years I've dreamt about having a sexy woman in my bed, and then Lisa came along . . ."

I knew these weren't the right words as soon as they came out of my mouth. Judy began crying again, but then she began to hold me and kiss me, and we went up to the bedroom and she told me to make love to her. It wasn't Lisa, but it was a better effort than Judy had made in years.

As we laid there holding each other, Judy asked me what would happen if Lisa's husband found out. Apparently, she was worried that he'd create problems for us. I told Judy about Lisa and Don's open relationship, and that there wouldn't be a problem. She seemed to accept that, but then she got up from our bed and left me to sleep alone.

Saturday, I asked her if I should go to the club for my regular golf game. She told me to go ahead, we were going to live our lives as if nothing had happened.

When I got to the club, I saw Don, Lisa's husband go riding off in a cart by himself. One of the problems at the club is that we have a very small practice range, just big enough for three or four players, and it's a long way from the clubhouse. This gives us an excuse for not practicing. Normally, I go up to the locker room, give grief to all the guys for 45 minutes or so, go down hit a couple of practice putts and I'm ready to go. But today, I decided to hit some range balls for a change.

When I got out there, Don was by himself practicing as I had hoped. I didn't have the slightest idea what I was going to say to him, but I knew we needed to make peace. I didn't even know if he knew about Lisa and I. When I drove up, he looked at me, got a big smile on his face and started busting my balls. Told me how he was glad that Judy hadn't killed me because my partners would have made him pay the money I should have lost. Stuff like that. We started talking a little more seriously, and I started to tell him how sorry I was. He wouldn't let me, and started sympathizing with me that the affair hadn't ended up on a happy note. Now this was a man at peace!

As we started to end the conversation, Don asked me if I had found Lisa's jewelry. I thought she'd taken it with her. Apparently, Judy had found it when she made the bed that night. I told Don that I'd try to get it back.

I got home from the club at the usual time, and Judy wasn't there. When she came in, I asked her what she wanted to do that night, and she suggested a Chinese restaurant that we liked and a movie. Now, Judy never liked to go to flicks that were rated even PG-13. But tonight, she chose a sex comedy with some racy scenes in it. As we sat there, she held my hand. I put my arm around her. When we got home, Judy went into the bathroom and came out wearing just her bra and panties. When we made love, she actually got on top of me and made me come. It was the first time I could ever remember her in a position other than missionary.

For the next week, Judy was acting strangely, for her. Very nice to me, if you know what I mean. She let me make love to her three or four more times, and one night she was out until 8:00 doing something. Another time, she was talking furtively on the phone to somebody. I just let her be.

I tried to talk her into going with me to the golfing resort, and she reiterated that I ought to go on it by myself. She made darn sure that she had the address and telephone number of the place we were staying; I knew she'd be checking up on me. Friday morning, the day I was leaving, she saw me off with romantic kisses and a promise of a wonderful surprise when I returned. Very odd, not Judy at all. I worked a half day, and then drove to the airport for the flight. I sort of didn't want to go. When we got to the resort, I found a message from Judy, asking me to call home. I phoned, thinking there was something wrong, and just got the answering machine. I left a message, and I called back around 10 P.M. Judy was home then, and told me she had just wanted to make sure that I got down there safely.

For the next few days, we talked a once or twice each day. Nothing special, and she was using little nicknames for me that she hadn't uttered in years. Oh, on Monday she asked me if I was with any women, but she was just kidding, I think. Wednesday morning, she called my room at 8:15 as I was just bout to go to breakfast, and told me she had been thinking.

"David, I want to tell you how really sorry I am that I walked in on you and Lisa that Thursday evening." This was the first time she had mentioned it since the day after the incident. Of course, I apologized again, and told her that it was all my fault.

She stopped me and said, "I know, dear, why you were here in the house with her. You explained it all to me. And I disturbed you before you got to fulfill your fantasy."

"Judy, that's not important now."

"But I think it is, my love. You wanted her so badly in our bed, and I didn't let you have her. I shouldn't have come home early. It was all my fault." I didn't know what to say. "No, don't bother to deny it. I've gotten over my tiff. You were right, I haven't been responsive to you in bed, and I'm going to get better, a lot better. But, dear, I know I'll never be able to come close to Lisa's abilities in bed, and I'm afraid that you'll think of the opportunity that you never got a chance to sample her here.

Then she explained that she wanted me to bring Lisa home, and screw her in our bedroom! I argued with her for quite some time. While this was going on, the guys came and knocked on my door. I told them I'd meet them at the course. I went back to the conversation with Judy, and made absolutely sure she knew what she was advocating. She told me that she had already discussed it with Lisa, and that she was willing.

Judy seemed adamant. I figured what the hell, if this will make it easier on her to accept the affair and move on, I'd do it. (Not that spending one more night with Lisa was that much of a sacrifice, mind you!) We talked about how this could be done. Judy told me that Lisa was flying in Friday night, and that I could meet her at the airport. We could come home and take care of it. Of course, I wondered what Judy would be doing while all of this? She asked me if it was all right to fly up to New York for the weekend with one of her bridge friends to watch a couple of plays and do some shopping. I told her it was all right by me.

Before we hung up, Judy gave me the number of the hotel that Lisa was at in Seattle, and told me to call her quickly. I dialed the number immediately, and was speaking to my lover. She didn't' have a lot of time, but she told me that she and Judy had a long conversation the evening before, pitching the idea. She told me that if I thought it would help the marriage, she'd do it. She suggested that maybe I just wanted to not have the sex, but tell Judy we did? I told Lisa how much I wanted to eat her pussy again, and that I had no intention of passing up another opportunity with her. We quickly confirmed the logistics on Friday night, and I went off to the golf course.

For the next two days, I played terrible golf. Couldn't keep my mind on the game. I kept imagining Lisa in the sack, and then Judy. I started thinking about having both of them at the same time. Maybe Don would want to swap? All of those silly fantasies.

Judy called again that night and Thursday. Both times we discussed the arrangements, and Judy teased me about how much I'd enjoy the experience.

After an early round on Friday, we all flew back to out homes. My flight got in at 6:30, so I picked up my luggage and moved my Caddy into the short-term parking area. I met Lisa at the baggage claim area around 8:00, and then we drove out of the airport. We live on the opposite side of town from the airport and traffic was horrendous. Lisa and I felt each other up, getting ourselves hot. On the ride, I suggested that maybe Lisa could take Judy under her wing and help her make the transition. Lisa said she'd think about it.

We got into the garage, and Judy's car wasn't there. We walked through the kitchen, and Lisa got a glass of water. As she was doing that, I went up behind her and started chewing on her ears and fondling her breasts. She reciprocated, and we moved up the stairs playing with each other and starting to take our clothes off. Finally, we got to the bedroom. The door was closed, and I remembered that Judy said she'd leave us a surprise of some sort. I opened the door, turned on the lights, and sure enough, I got a great surprise. My wife was on the bed, dressed like a whore with stockings, a black negligee and a tight black and gold necklace. Underneath her was Lisa's husband and they were fucking to beat the band. My first reaction was anger. How dare this guy screw my wife! Lisa hadn't seen them yet, and still had her hand on my nipples from behind. It didn't take me long to realize that I wasn't being real coherent here.

Then Lisa saw what was going on, and gave a loud gasp. Judy yelled to Don not to stop, and then told us to come over and watch. Lisa and I went over to the bed. After the initial blow to my emotions, I started realizing that I was enjoying watching the two of them go at it. Lisa sat me down and continued to undress me. I just let her do whatever she wanted, I had to watch my wife doing her acrobatic act with Don. Soon I found that Lisa and I were completely naked too, and Lisa laid down beside Don and spread her legs wide open. I climbed on her, and it wasn't long before my raging cock was spewing sperm inside her cunt. I must have been a lousy lay right then, I couldn't think about anything but Judy. She was screaming hysterically about something.

Judy was calmer all of a sudden; I couldn't figure out why. She leaned over and hugged me while I was still between Lisa's legs. I remember feeling her tits against my side and I couldn't remember when they felt so good. All of a sudden there was movement around me. Judy seemed to be getting out of bed, and Don and Lisa were sitting up. Lisa put a robe on, or was it Judy? It was Judy, but I'd never seen her wear anything like the translucent wrap she was now wearing. Her hair was shorter, too, and her face looked 10 years younger. Looking at her, I suddenly realized just how sexy my wife was.

Don asked me what I was doing here. What was I doing here? Oh, this was my home, this was my bed, and I belonged here. Then I realized that he meant what was I doing here with his wife having sex? I could handle that question. I explained that we were there because Judy wanted Lisa and I to have sex that night. It seemed rather obvious to me.

Lisa started to fill in some of the details, but told me to touch her. I started to feel her breast and nipple, and then saw that Don was doing that to her other breast. I realized that Don was Lisa's husband, and that I had no right to be doing anything like that to his naked wife, even if she was in my bedroom. I pulled my hand away, but Lisa grabbed it and put it on her pussy. I started to finger her. Don didn't seem to be upset. Judy came back in and gave us something to drink. It might have been wine. Lisa finished up the story of how we were there, and then asked me to lick her pussy. I started to, but then got asked a question about my golf trip. Don seemed to be confused, and thought I was coming home on Sunday, when I was already here.

I went on eating Lisa's cunt, and soon she came. When I was done satisfying Lisa, Judy started talking about how she'd played a trick on us all. Sort of like the time that she'd saran wrapped Jennifer's door one April Fools day so that when she woke up she'd wonder how she'd get to the bathroom. Somehow, the trick had gone wrong, and she'd wound up as Don's lover. I really didn't understand it at the moment. Then she came over to me and asked me if I could forgive her. What was I supposed to forgive her for? Then I was kissing a very beautiful naked woman who happened to be my wife. It didn't take me very long to realize that I should make love to her, and she got on top of me. I looked around for Lisa, but she wasn't in the room. Was I just having a dream? No, this was my wife on top of me.

Judy and I made the best love of our lives and she kept screaming in orgasm time and time again. My head began to clear. I realized that somehow, Judy and Don had become lovers. I was smart enough to realize that he had gotten her to enjoy sex, something I'd never been able to do, and I knew it was okay. Judy and I cleaned up and got dressed, then Judy whispered to me that Lisa and Don had gone into the guest bedroom. She told me to knock on the door and ask them if they wanted me to drive them home. I asked Lisa why they didn't just drive themselves home, and she said they didn't have a car, so I did as she told me to. When they were ready to leave, Judy said good-bye to Lisa and Don and I drove them home. Lisa kissed me goodnight, and I thanked Don for what he did.




Dueling Duets Pt. 03



When I came back home, Judy took me upstairs, made me undress and get into the bed. I remember holding my naked wife close as I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up alone and seemed to remember the strangest dream about Lisa and Don and Judy. No, it wasn't a dream either. It had really happened. I went downstairs, and Judy poured me coffee wearing a sexy little blue thing. After she got me breakfast, I asked her to explain the whole thing over again. She did.

"David, before you ever left the house for North Carolina, I knew what I needed to do to make you love me again. Hush, I knew you were falling out of love with me for years, but it didn't hit home until I found you with Lisa.

"I called Don up. I couldn't talk with any of my friends about it, and I figured that Don would be safe. You told me that he already knew about your affair with his wife. I asked him if he would teach me how to be more exciting. He took me out and helped me buy clothes and jewelry that he thought you'd enjoy. He also helped me to look at women through a man's eyes, and I began to see how simple things," with that she took my hand tenderly and started rubbing my palm, "can mean so much to a man, to show him how much a woman loves him. David, I always loved you, I just didn't show it to you as much as I should have.

"I hope you're not upset with me. Don didn't try to get me to go to bed with him, and I didn't try to seduce him. We just found ourselves getting closer and closer, and finally he became my lover. Last night, I forgot when you were coming home, and that's how you found us in bed together. I hope you can forgive us, just like we forgave you and Lisa."

"Of course, dear, there's nothing to forgive." With that, we began to make up for years of an almost sexless marriage. As we were calming ourselves, the doorbell rang. Judy put on a robe that she had handy, and went to the door. Whoever had rang the bell had left, and Judy found a gift-wrapped package at the door. When we opened it, we found a copy of "The Joy of Sex." As we leafed through it, we found the inscription 'With much love from Lisa and Don.' What a lovely couple!

Over the next few weeks, Judy and I discussed our affairs, which seemed to excite both of us, and then we began to tell each other our fantasies. Our marriage was now as good as any I'd ever seen. I was in love with my beautiful, sexy wife, and she couldn't seem to get enough of me.

Six weeks after the night of infamy, we were coming into dinner at the club, and Lisa and Don happened to be there. Lisa was wearing a red gown that showed quite a bit of cleavage. This was the first time we'd seen them since the night of infamy, and I didn't know how Judy would take this. She just walked up to them, greeted them warmly, and let them invite us to join them. I sat next to Lisa, and wondered if she would give me a peek at her beautiful tits, but she just ignored me; probably it was because Judy was there. My wife had been developing quite a sense of humor, and when Don asked us how we were getting along, Judy said "Screwingly, just screwingly." The three of us totally cracked up.

The conversation turned to what they had done for us, and I really wanted to show them our appreciation. Don wouldn't hear of any kind of a thank you, but I knew I could find a way to reciprocate sooner or later, and told them so.

As Judy and I were resting after our love-making later that night, she said, "David, were you really serious about getting Don something he really wants?"

"Sure," I said, "anything within reason. He really helped us out when we needed it."

"Well, I know what he wants." I waited. "He'd really like to have two girls in bed at once."

"Sounds like a reasonable request. What should I do," I joked, "get him a couple of hookers?"

"No, I'm sure that one of the girls would be his wife."

"Hmm, who would the other girl be?"

I was a little shocked when Judy said, "Well, if you didn't mind, I'd volunteer." I didn't say anything for a couple of moments, and she said, "But if you didn't want me to, I wouldn't. The only reason I'm bringing it up is because you said that you'd get him anything he wants. Hey, you're getting hard again. What's going on."

"Judy, I'm thinking about Don banging my beautiful, sexy wife, and it's turning me on. Would you tell me about what happened when it's over?" She agreed, and I gave her my okay, if she could talk Lisa and Don into it.

After we boinked around some more, Judy asked me, "Would you like to have a threesome?"

"You and Lisa in the same bed? Gee, I don't know."

"Don't kid me, I saw you trying to get a peek down her neck tonight. Did you see them?" I told her no, and she gave me her sympathies.

On Wednesday of the next week, Judy told me that she wouldn't be home until late on Friday evening. "Opera," I asked, "or ballet?"

"Neither. Horizontal dancing." When I looked confused, she said seriously, "Dear, I got Lisa to invite me over for dinner to her house on Friday. Yes, we discussed what we could do for Don, and she agreed that it would be a very nice thing to do. Now if you've changed your mind, I can call and cancel. Don doesn't know about it yet, we're keeping it a surprise."

I didn't chicken out. I even decided to help her out. She had told me how much Don loved her shaved pussy, and I did too. But she decided that it was a little too much work to keep up. So I said that I would go into the office late on Friday morning, and after I shaved my face, I would shave her legs and pussy. When I followed through on my promise, I earned a world-class fuck for my efforts.

That night, I came home from work at my normal time, and poured myself a drink. Judy wasn't in the house, of course, and I got a hard on just thinking what Don might be doing to her at that very moment. Over dinner, (Judy had left me some microwave dish,) I kept thinking about it, and when I tried to read a book, I couldn't concentrate at all. I considered masturbating, but I wanted to save it for Judy when she got home. I was just walking around, trying not to think of anything, and the phone rang.  

Don's terrified voice cried out, "Dave, help me! They've got me tied up, and I'm a prisoner. You've got to rescue me." After I was done laughing, he said, "No, I'm serious. Get over here before they break something."

Next there was Lisa on the phone, imploring me to come over to join the party. I didn't ask to speak to Judy, I just told her I was on the way.

A few moments later, I was in their driveway, and I walked to the front door. There were no lights on in the house at all. I wondered if they had gone to a motel or something. Then I noticed the front door was ajar. I went in and called out, "Hey, anybody home?"

Don's voice came from the bedroom wing, and I carefully made my way there through the darkness. Don kept hollering for me. When I walked in, someone grabbed me from the back and held me. Whoever it was, she was nice and soft. The lights came on, and there was beautiful Lisa in front of me, completely nude. I saw Don flat on his back in the bed, undressed except for a corner of the sheet over his midriff, and they really did have him tied up. Lisa and my naked wife led me to the bed, and I allowed them to tie me up too, after they had me down to the uniform of the day.

Then they had their way with me. Have you ever had one woman licking your balls while the other is sucking your cock while she's got her shaved pussy in your face? Or one girl sitting side saddle on your prick while the other is putting a tit in your mouth and playing with your nipples? Try it some time.

They wouldn't untie me until I had ejaculated first into Lisa's pussy, and then into Judy's. Since it took me a little while to get ready again, that meant that there was quite a bit of time for me to satisfy them with my mouth. I would have done it with my finger, but I couldn't get them to untie one of my hands. Judy tried to climax on my big toe, but she couldn't get it to work. The orgasm, I mean, not the toe. All this time they just ignored Don, except that once in awhile they would reach over to pet a part of him that was sticking up.

After they let us both out of bondage, we had something to drink, and Lisa wanted to show me her erotic art collection. We tried a couple of the positions, but I needed more practice. That stuff is hard! Judy and Don went over onto a chair in the corner and amused themselves while this was going on.

We invited them over the next week, and it just kept going from there. One evening, Don joked that he was going to divorce Lisa and marry Judy. Lisa just looked at him and said, "Fine with me, Dave gives better head than you do anyway. Don stuck his tongue out at her, and then stuck it out at my wife's cunt, proving that he could so give good head. Or at least Judy said he did, I wouldn't know. Lisa came over to me and said, "Well, where are we going on our honeymoon?" I suggested a Caribbean cruise, and Judy said that she'd take her new husband on one too.

The upshot was that we took that cruise, but we swapped wives. A real swap, Judy wouldn't even let me kiss her on the mouth, much less see her in the nude. We've been going like that ever since, either as mixed twosomes, threesomes or a quad depending on the mood. What an education in the arts of love those three people have given me!

After Judy caught me with Lisa the first time, I promised her that I'd never be with another woman in my life. Excepting Lisa, I've kept that vow.

Do I have any regrets about way my life has turned out since that golf match with Lisa? Only one -- I still wish Judy would take up golf.

At sunset of the day that Don and Lisa gave us The Joy of Sex, Judy and I decided to take a drive. Along the way, we bumped into Smith's Ford. I pulled into our old hangout, and Judy and I started making out. She suggested that we get in back, and she stripped us both naked. Then she reached up in front and put a cassette tape in the stereo. I figured it was Bach or Mozart, or maybe even Yanni, but instead the strains came out. "I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday. Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight."

I'm pretty sure I shot a wad into Judy's cunt from the rear just as the guy was rounding third on his way to home. She was screaming for the home team!





Dueling Duets Pt. 04







Dueling Duets Pt. 04



I hadn't cultivated myself over the years, or gained new interests which a man would enjoy. Oh, sure, I was conversational in classical music and dance, but who would care about that? I'd learned bridge, but even I knew that it was a game for the elderly. The few times that David had suggested that I take up golf so I could play with him on Sunday afternoons, I told him I wasn't interested. I didn't like to go to movies that had sex or violence in them. I could appreciate a joke, as long as it wasn't dirty, but I didn't tell them well.

The last entry was painful when I considered it. I had rarely turned David down when he desired me, but I didn't ask him for it either. When he did come to me, I usually let him climb on top of me. If he asked me to do something different, I'd try it a little, and then tell him I didn't like it, just like a child who won't eat their asparagus. I'd heard about orgasms, and early in our marriage I wondered why I didn't seem to have them, but as the years wore on, this concerned me less and less. Could it be that my inability to climax had an effect on David, too? Then my mind wandered to the sight I had witnessed the evening before: The woman was sitting, leaning up on her elbows with her breasts exposed and nipples protruding. My husband had his rear up in the air, and was kissing the area between her legs. Before they saw me, both of them had smiles on their face. No, I knew nothing about the art of sex.

When I observed all of this, I began to weep, huge racking sobs coming from my throat. I realized that I had let Father Thomas down. He had told me the week before I married, "Make your husband happy." I'd made him content, I'd satisfied him, but I hadn't made him happy. I realized then why my husband had been with another woman.

I took the argument one step further. Last night my husband had told me that he would never have another affair, and I had believed him. But I knew now that he'd tasted of the forbidden fruit, and that he'd found it sweet. If I did not provide more fruit for him, he would find someone who would. And then my marriage surely would be over.

The doorbell rang, and when I answered it, there was a boy with a dozen roses. I was so mad and disgusted with myself and David that I just threw them in the wastebasket.

I got up, washed myself and went to Borders. I purchased two books and three magazines: The magazines were for young women and had articles on how to dress yourself. The books were an introduction to golf, and an illustrated manual on how to have sex. I waited until a female sales clerk was available rather than go to a man, and even then I blushed as she scanned the last book. In the afternoon, I went to the club for a swim. I was hoping that tramp Lisa would come to pool, see me, and then get embarrassed and leave, but I didn't see her.

During dinner, David wanted to know about our near-future plans. He was planning on going on a week-long business trip a week hence, and suggested that either he cancel it and take me somewhere, or else that I go with him. I knew his business was important, so I requested that he please just take care of it; I was sure I would be all right.

Afterwards, David and I had a long talk about the situation again. I asked him why he had done the despicable act with Lisa. As I suspected, he told me that he was just bored with everything in his life at once. It wasn't just me, it was his work, the fact that the kids were finally completely gone, everything.

I requested that he tell me about his affair, and he did. How he had met Lisa on the golf course and they had just had a good time. How he wanted to meet her just to talk, for a little companionship, and how passion just took them. How he had taken her to a motel one night, and then they had gone to another place last Monday night, and then how they had come to the house on Thursday night.

"David, how could you? I think I can understand how you would go with her to other places, but why here, to this house?"

"Judy, I don't know quite how to say this. I mean, for years I've dreamt about having a sexy woman in my bed, and then Lisa came along . . ."

This hurt me more than anything else he'd said, almost more than actually witnessing his adultery. I started to cry. He tried to come to me and hold me, but I pushed him away. Then, all of a sudden, I heard the voice from the talk show in my head, "The reason men cheat is that wives don't give them anything to stay home for." I took his hand, and went with him up to our bedroom, and let him make love to me. As we lay there afterwards, hugging each other, I asked him about something that had been bothering me.

"David, what about Lisa? What if her husband finds out about you and her? Will he make trouble for us?" I was worried about my family.

"Uh, well, you see . . . well, he already knows."

"What?!"

"Well, they have an arrangement. Don and Lisa can have affairs if they want to. They tell each other about them so that they won't be surprised."

"Then Lisa goes to bed with anyone she wants?"

"Pretty much. Oh, I don't think either of them do it very often. Lisa told me that I was her first man other than Don in over a year, and she told me that I was the only guy she had ever been with from the club."

"Then we don't have anything to worry about."

"I don't think so dear," and he kissed me tenderly. He just held me, stroked my hair and back, and whispered to me that he loved me, that he would never cheat on me again, that he wanted me to take him back, to forgive him.

I decided not to completely forgive David yet. That night I went to the guestroom, read the magazines, and attempted to follow the one on golf.

I sent David off to his Saturday golf game the next morning, and just bumped around the house. Realizing that I wasn't doing myself any good, I decided to take a ride. I got out on some country roads up north, and soon I recognized the area. Yes, there it was, the old Catholic camp. It seemed to be in good repair, and some boys and girls were running around. I parked the car and started walking around. When a priest found out that I'd been there as a girl, he told me to enjoy myself; if only he knew. Soon, I found myself on the bank of the stream. It was there that Father Thomas told me that I was a good girl; where David had proposed to me, and I had first let him make love to me. I was so confused, I wished that I had my parents or Father Thomas to talk to, but they were gone now. Despite my best efforts, would David be gone soon, too? I drove back to the city in despair.

Later, I sequestered myself in the sewing room, and began to read the sex book. I realized that I needed to be kinder to David if I was going to keep him.

I suggested dinner and a movie, and then shocked him by telling him I wanted to go to an R-rated movie. We'd never seen one of those before, and it had a couple of sex scenes in it. When we got home, I came to David in just my underwear, and made love to him. I remembered a picture in the book, so I got on top of him and moved around until he had his orgasm. I sort of liked that feeling.

Sunday was a wonderful day. I woke up long before David did, and I started to read the book on sex. Some of the things that the man and woman were doing actually looked interesting. In the afternoon, David took me to the Art Museum, and then to a wonderful dinner at an expensive, romantic restaurant. That night, David and I made love again.

Monday after I cleaned the house, I thought about what I was doing. I realized that I needed to learn how to dress, what kind of jewelry to wear, things like that. I decided to look at my clothes to see if I had anything that David might like. As I hunted, I found the jewelry that Lisa had left. I started sobbing again. I put the earrings and bracelet in a box, and put them back. The reminder of the woman's visit haunted me all the rest of the day. I went to bed early that night while David sat up.

The next day, I decided that I needed to get the jewelry out of the house. I thought about just throwing the stuff away, but I decided that wasn't the right thing to do. I wasn't going to call Lisa, I didn't have enough strength to face the 'other woman.' Finally I thought about Don. Perhaps, if I met him to return them, he could tell me what I could do to get my husband back. I found his office number in the club address book, and dialed the number.

"Hello, Don, this is Judy, David's wife. You remember me from the club?"

"Oh, hello, Judy, certainly I do."

"How are you?"

"Just fine, how are you?"

"Oh, just fine. The weather's nice, isn't it."

"Certainly is." This was getting silly.

"Don, I'm sorry to bother you, but I've got something that belongs to your wife, and I'd like to return it to you."

He seemed to know that I was referring to her jewelry. "Thanks, Judy. Should we meet at the club?" Oh, that was the last thing I wanted. If anyone at the club saw me with him, they might find out about David and Lisa. Anyplace else!

"No, I'd like to meet somewhere where you and I could talk for a little while, if you don't mind." I could tell he didn't want to talk to me, and started to interrupt me. I just kept going, "Don, please. I just want to talk to you and get a few things straight. Maybe you can even help me with a problem I'm having. Please, could you meet me someplace for cocktails tonight?"

After a pause, he said, "Well, alright, where should we go?"

Oh, my, I hadn't thought that far ahead. Then I thought about a place that Don had told me about where he sometimes met clients. I figured that was a safe place, so I mentioned the name of the restaurant. Don said that would be fine. We arranged to meet after he finished work that evening.

I placed Lisa's earrings and bracelet in a small bag. I thought that there was another piece, but I couldn't find it. I figured that I was so upset that evening that I'd imagined it. I left David a note telling him that I was out shopping, and that I would be home before 7:30 for a late dinner.

I got to the restaurant a little early, and walked into the lounge. I expected, as a single woman, to be accosted, but the four men who were in there watching a baseball game just looked at me, and then ignored me. I sat in a booth, and ordered an iced tea. Soon after, Don walked into the place, and I greeted him. "Hello, Don, I hope you don't find this situation as difficult as I do."

He admitted that he felt awkward, too. I told him of my predicament, and how I needed to figure out how to get over it. I referred to his and his wife's living arrangements, and told him I was open-minded enough not be concerned about it. I told him that I really didn't want a scandal, and hoped he agreed. He of course agreed, and told me that their policy was never to discuss their affairs outside of the marriage. I was glad to hear that.

Then Don asked me if I was going to divorce David. I told him that I didn't want to, and how much our love for each other meant to us. Then I asked him how I could make myself more attractive to David; I really wanted his opinion. Don is a very attractive man, and has had some affairs, and would be able to speak to my problem. He told me how beautiful I was, not as a come-on, but as a blatant lie intended to make me feel better.

"Nonsense," I replied, a little sharply. "I'm plain, and I don't know how to be anything more. Now that the children are gone, he's going to find something that he's interested in. If it's not me, it will be some other woman. A couple of more times, and he'll be gone. I've got to learn how to stop that."

"Why don't you find a teacher?" That was exactly what I was thinking. He continued, " You know, a friend who will help you out, help you buy some new clothes, maybe give you a few hints on how to act."

I told him that I would certainly consider it. I asked him about Lisa. He told me that she was out of town for two weeks. I immediately began to worry. Later this week, David was scheduled to leave on a golfing trip with a number of his clients. Was he lying to me? Was he going to sneak off with Lisa again? When I told Don of my concerns, he told me that Lisa and David were going to be on opposite sides of the country; I would have David's number, I could check on him, and he gave me Lisa's office number, so I could call there and ensure myself it was true.

Don tried to reassure me that the affair between Lisa and David was over, but somehow, I felt a premonition that they hadn't seen the last of each other.

Finally, I gave Don the box with the jewelry, and he walked me to the car. He opened the door for me, and I thanked him and shook his hand.

When I got home, David already had drunk two martinis, and he was in a playful mood. "Where did you go? Did you have an affair?" Oh, how could he even joke about something like that. I began crying, and just went to my bedroom. I didn't even care if he got dinner or not. Later that evening, David came up and apologized for the insensitive remark. He was so sincere that we wound up making love again.

When I got up the next morning, I thought about what Don had told me, that I needed a teacher. I considered who that teacher might be, but didn't have a clue. None of my friends would work; not only couldn't I tell them of my problems, they didn't know how to dress any better than I did. I considered Lisa or one of her friends briefly, but dropped that line; they'd just laugh at me, like all the good looking girls did in high school. Then I thought about Don. He'd been very kind the night before. Maybe . . .

I took the sex book out, and looked at it again. I was getting to the back of the book now, and there was a chapter on alternatives. I admit that I became titillated by it. After a few pages, I read about how many men fantasize about their wives making love to other men. I thought about the comment David made last night. Was it possible that he wanted me to go to bed with someone else? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

At dinner, I brought up the subject obliquely. I asked him about Don and Lisa, and if he thought Don got excited about Lisa's affairs. David said he thought that it was probably true, that many men did. I asked him if he ever thought about me that way, and he denied it, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he did think that. It was true. Then David said, "Well, you wouldn't ever do anything like that anyway, would you?" I didn't even answer.

After David left for work the next morning, I reread the chapter. And then I realized what I wanted to do. David had been unfaithful to me. He wanted me to be unfaithful to him. Alright, I'd do it, just once! On top of that, I'd do it in our bed, I'd do it with the husband of the woman he did it with, and I'd let him catch me at it. The rest of the morning, I plotted my strategy.

That evening, David went into his study to do some work before his trip the next day. I went to the phone in our bedroom, and called Don.

"Don, am I disturbing you?"

"Why, no."

"Don, I've been thinking about the advice you gave me. Now you are a very attractive man, and I've seen you look at the ladies on the putting green. From what I know about your lifestyle, I'm sure you know what is attractive and what isn't. I was hoping, Don, considering what's happened between our families, that you might help me out by being my tutor." If he only knew what I meant by those words.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing much. Tell me what men find in women that they like. Maybe go with me to buy some clothes. Critique my efforts."

"What would Dave think about this?"

I knew exactly what David was going to think about this. "As you know, he's leaving on his golf trip tomorrow afternoon. I thought that since you were unattached for the next week as well, we could start this off without his knowing. Depending on how it goes, I could tell him when he gets home or not. Since it's going to be perfectly harmless, I don't think I need his approval. After all, I'm doing it for him as much as for me."

Don agreed to meet me for dinner the next evening at a restaurant in a nearby shopping mall.

The previous night, I'd let David make love to me for the last time before his trip. I realized that I had to make him dream of me while he was absent, so I took his thing in my mouth. Oh, I'd done that before when he asked for it, but that time I did it without his bidding. Then, when he ejaculated, I kept it in my mouth, rather than let it spill all over him as I normally did. I gagged a little, but the taste wasn't too bad. Afterwards, we just laid there for awhile, and David became excited again and had me the proper way.

In the morning, I made sure that David was packed, and then kissed him a wonderful goodbye. I told him I'd have something sensational waiting for him when he returned next Friday evening; little did he know how surprised he was going to be, if I could arrange it!

Before I met Don at the restaurant, I dressed in one of my older outfits. I never cared for it even on the day I'd purchased it, and I made sure that my makeup was plain, and my hair, though clean and brushed, wasn't teased at all. For my first evening with Don, I wanted to give him plenty of things to improve.

When we arrived, I could see in his eyes just how unattractive he felt just being with me. I knew that given enough time, I could easily change his attitude; I'd been able to work with the children often enough, and men were just big kids. He asked me if I'd like an iced tea or lemonade. For the first time, I startled him a little by ordering the same drink he did. I knew he'd be astounded many times in the next week.

We discussed how Don had gone on his trip, and that I didn't expect to see him until the following Sunday. Then, I let Don know that he had to be absolutely honest with me, and let him 'teach' me about how women should look. He told me little that I hadn't discovered in the magazines, or the short chapter in the book on appearance, but I acted as if I'd never heard these things before. I listened raptly; Don became interested, as all men think they're experts in everything. I told Don I'd enjoy a glass of wine with dinner; did he mind, I didn't want to get silly? He bought it.

Over dinner and then on a short walk through the mall, I let him point out the things that women did to make themselves attractive. Now this was interesting, because although the book mentioned techniques for flirting, I understood it better when I was able to observe a woman attempting to manipulate a man. I remember one girl looking briefly down when her boyfriend said something, then in a few seconds looking him directly in the eye and raising her chest; the boy got a big smile on his face.

I asked Don to help me buy some new clothes the next afternoon. He agreed, and we parted. I decided to start the physical process, and gave Don a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. He seemed to enjoy it.

On Saturday morning, I got up and checked into a beauty parlor. I'd made this appointment a week earlier; this was one of the top parlors in town, and you didn't just walk in. I told them that I wanted to completely change my image and was going to a party that evening. They cut nearly half my hair off, converted it to a tinge of scarlet, and teased it into something soft and wavy. They did manicures and pedicures, and then put me through a wonderful make-up process. I asked them what types of cosmetics they recommended, and let them outfit me. In total, I spent 4 1/2 hours, and over $650. David had told me I wasn't spending enough money on myself, I rectified that error!

I wore another old outfit to go shopping. When I walked back into the bar, I used a slightly different posture. That, and my new look, got me a few gazes by men; it excited me a little, as I knew the magic I was trying to produce was working. I sat at the bar, and let one admiring gentleman get a good look at me. When Don came in, he scanned the bar, and his eyes went right past me, then quickly back. He came over and told me how wonderful I looked. The other gentleman seemed a little crestfallen that I was meeting a man.




Dueling Duets Pt. 04



As we walked to the clothing stores, I reviewed the lessons from the magazines, but as we entered I went immediately to the browns and patterns. I allowed Don to instruct me and show me the clothes he liked; bright colors, and garments that promised a view of flesh. In the second store, I was wearing a rather loose blouse, and when I got into eyesight of Don, I leaned over so that the fabric spread. I knew that Don was getting a view of my bra, but I didn't look directly at him. After a few seconds, I stood up, and then I noticed a red flush on Don's throat. We hit four stores, buying something in each, and then I insisted that we go to a shoe store.

I would have shopped all night, but I realized that Don was getting bored. I told him I wanted to buy him dinner as a thank-you for the afternoon. Over the meal in a rather romantic place, we discussed the ways that women can excite men. I let him 'instruct' me, and then I reached over the table and put my hand in his. In a little while, I started rubbing the back of his hand with my other hand. This was a little gesture that David loved while we were dating; it worked just as well with another man nearly 30 years later.

As he opened my car door for me, (Don really is a gentleman) I hugged him. This time I got very close to him and made sure that he felt my bosom against his chest as I briefly kissed him on the mouth. I saw him looking after my car as I drove away.  

A few minutes after I arrived at home, I tried to call Don. His line was busy, but I tried back a little while later, and he answered, "Hello, Beautiful!"

I assumed that he'd been talking to his wife, and expected it to be her again. I quickly said, "Don, do you really think so?"

When he recognized my voice, he choked a little bit in surprise, but then replied, "Yes, I do; you've made a great deal of progress." I knew I was getting to him.

"Well, where do we go from here, teach?"

"Let's see, you've got clothes, shoes and a few belts and such. How are you fixed for jewelry?" I had plenty of jewelry, but if he wanted to show me what he thought I'd look good in, I'd oblige.

"I can always use some more. Would you come with me to the mall again tomorrow afternoon, and help me pick out a few pieces?" We made the arrangements.

In bed, I re-read the chapter on masturbation. I didn't like to touch myself down there, but I followed the instructions in the book, and after awhile I noticed that I started breathing faster and that I was getting a warm sensation through my abdomen and breasts. Was that what an orgasm felt like?

Sunday afternoon, I wore a little yellow number we had purchased the day before, and met Don at the mall again for jewelry shopping. I let him talk me into a few inexpensive pieces. Then I mentioned dinner again, thinking we would again enter a restaurant. Instead, he invited me to his house. Was he going to make a pass this quickly? I didn't want him to get too excited too soon, but this might be a good occasion to start a little romance.

Don turned out to be an adequate, if uninventive chef, and the sauvignon blanc was excellent. After dinner, we entered the living room, and sat on the couch. I put my feet on the furniture and curled them under so that Don got a view of my legs. Don opened up a bottle of sweeter chardonnay, and I let him enlighten me about women's underwear. He didn't tell me anything that I didn't see in the advertisements in the magazines.

For some reason, perhaps it was the wine, I began to discuss how David and I made love. I knew it wasn't exciting, but I wanted to let him know that I cherished being with David, even though I never had an orgasm. Then I let Don tell me about his escapades. I questioned him about what he liked in bed; this information could be crucial later.

My legs started to get stiff, so I stretched out. In the process, I realized that I was moving close to Don on the couch. Perhaps it was the wine, but I really wanted to kiss him, so I did. He was a little reluctant at first, but then he cooperated; he's a much better kisser than David. He held me tightly, and then one hand came up to stroke my hair and ears, then it started to get lower on my throat and he started tracing a path with one of his fingers into my bosom. This was going much too fast! I quickly stopped it, but ensured Don that I wasn't offended. I left quickly after that.

That night in bed, I let my hand go to my genitals again. As I stroked myself, I became very warm, and with my other hand I started pinching my nipples. I felt my vagina begin to throb, and the heat became almost unbearable. I was really having my first orgasm. I heard someone screaming softly in the distance, and then I realized it was me!

I considered calling Don on Monday, but thought better of it. I was really enjoying his company, and yet I didn't wish to appear overly eager. I called Lisa's office, and got her voicemail. She gave a number where she could be reached in emergencies. It had an area code of 415. I looked it up, and she must have been in San Francisco.

I cleaned the house that day. As I was vacuuming the bedroom, I noticed a glint under my chest of drawers. It was Lisa's necklace. I realized that I must have dropped it on that Thursday evening, and realized that I needed to return it, too. Upon further regard, I felt I knew when and where I could restore it to the rightful owner.

I called David that evening, and we talked for awhile. I told him about my new hair style, and that I'd bought a few new outfits. He seemed excited about that. I asked him if there were any girls down there; you would have thought that I'd zapped him with electricity.

"You still haven't forgiven me, have you?"

"Not completely. There's still a part of me that wants to get even with you, and I'm worried about the fantasy you told me about, the one with other women in this bed."

"Judy, that was just a dream." 

"Yes, one that you tried to make come true."

After I let him talk me into being unmad again and we said our goodbyes, I drew myself a hot bath. As I was washing myself, the washcloth touched my vaginal area, and I felt a twinge of pleasure. I laid back and started fingering myself again. I thought about what it would like to have Don's penis in me. On the side of the bath, there was a thin plastic container filled with bath soaps. I picked it up, and started rubbing myself with it under the water. As I was getting more and more excited, I put the tube inside me a little bit, and then some more. It felt so wonderful. I moved it in and out, and then began to climax. It seemed like it went on forever, and the heat in my body was intense. I started yelping, it made gave me heightened sensations. I realized I was getting pretty good at masturbation; could I get as good at intercourse?

When I woke Tuesday, I donned a pair of panties and a bra. As I was putting them on, I realized they weren't very attractive. I got out all of my underwear and looked at it. I only had three colors: White, black and flesh. I decided to go to the women's shop in the mall that afternoon and purchase some frilly garments.

As I was finishing my chores that morning, the phone rang, and Don was on the line. An idea struck my mind, "Don, would you go shopping with me one more time?" I could almost hear him groan. "Oh, come on, you've had fun the last two times. This will be the last stint, I promise."

"What else do you need?"

"Oh just a few little odds and ends. Will you meet me, please?"

He agreed, and we set up the time.

I called Lisa's voicemail, and left a message for her to call me late that evening.

At 7:30, I pulled into the mall, and Don was waiting excitedly for me. We walked to the store, Victoria's Secret, and Don took in the sight of the bras and panties on the mannequins in the windows. I asked him if there was anything he liked. No reply was necessary.

We walked into the store, and there was no one there except for the two young sales clerks. They didn't even bother with us, and continued discussing their boy friends. I knew what I wanted, and when Don saw me pick out five or six candidates for purchase, he nodded his approval.

I went into the dressing room in the back of the store, and started trying the outfits on. The fourth thing was a little bra with matching panties of blue lace that were cut quite high on the hip. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, and I thought it made me look pretty good. I had always kept myself trim, and the events of the last two weeks had left me with little appetite. I now weighed only three pounds more than the 'optimum weight' in the pamphlet my doctor had given me. The only thing that I didn't care for was how some of my dark thick pubic hair showed around the edges of the panties. I wondered if Don would find me attractive. Then I looked over the door sill, and saw that Don was fingering through some of the racks. I couldn't see anyone in the store. I called softly, "Don, come over here, please." When he had strolled into the dressing room, I opened the door to the cubicle, and let him have a good look at me. I could tell he was getting excited as his neck flushed pink, and his pants suddenly got a little tighter. I chuckled a little, and closed the door again. I tore the tags off of the outfit I was wearing, and got dressed again, keeping the blue bra and panties on. I felt so good in the new clothes that I decided I didn't want to put my pantyhose back on.

After completing the purchase, Don walked me out to the car. I suggested a little drive, and let Don get behind the wheel of my Chevrolet. I directed him out to the country, and before too long, we were crossing over the bridge at Smith's Ford. Camp was over and the parking area was deserted; I worried that some other couple might have beaten us to this spot. I had him turn the car around so that it was facing the stream. It was a clear moonlit evening, and you could easily see the rushing brook in the darkness. I opened the window, which let in the woodland smells and the sound of the water.

I cuddled up to Don, and we began kissing. In a short while, his hands were traversing my neck, making a path for my bosom. I now had to make a decision. What was the proper response here? If I stopped him again, he might think I would never let him go any further. On the other hand, if I just let him feel me, would he think I was overly eager? I hesitated until I found his hand cupping my breast. Then I realized that I wanted him to feel me, that I was excited by him. I pressed his hand tighter to my bosom. He fondled it, and pinched my nipple with two layers of fabric between us. I wanted him to touch me all over. I reached to my blouse, and unhooked a clasp that was keeping me modest. His hand was inside my blouse immediately, and the only thing separating us was the thinnest of bras. I let him unbutton my blouse, and did the same to his shirt, rubbing his chest. He unclipped my bra, and it fell away so that my bosom was now completely exposed. I leaned back, and Don began to touch and kiss my naked breasts. It felt so lovely. I began to become very warm, and then I realized that if I let this go on much longer, I might have an orgasm. I wondered if women could have a climax just from stimulation of their nipples. I began to dream of his hand reaching between my legs . . .

"Don, stop!" I cried, even though I didn't want him to. He listened to me, and moved slightly away from me.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, no, dear, I'm enjoying this so. But you must understand that I'm new at this, and this is happening so fast. I want you, I know you can tell. But not tonight, dear, you've got to allow me to prepare myself."

"Judy, if that's what you want, it's fine by me. I wouldn't rush you into doing anything you didn't want to do."

We sat there for a little while, just holding each other, with his naked chest touching my breasts. We started kissing again, and my hand couldn't keep away from his body. Of course, he started fondling me again. I was beginning to think that I was going to come just from him pinching my nipples, when he stopped and said, "Judy, I know you don't want to have intercourse with me tonight, but would you let me make you feel better?"

"What do you mean? You're not going to try to put it in me, are you?" He assured me that he wouldn't. I considered it, and then said, "Alright, you may do anything you want to me, short of that."

We began our romance again, and then I felt his hand creeping up the outside of my thigh, and then under my skirt. I spread my legs open a little bit, hoping that he'd touch me down there. When he finally did, I gasped a little and then just kissed him harder. My free hand was all over his chest, and then I let it slip on top of his trousers. "You can feel it, if you want to," he said. I decided I did. We were going much further than I planned to tonight, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel him, to see if there was any difference between he and David. I unbuckled his belt, unclasped his pants, and unzipped him. I couldn't see what color his briefs were, but I knew that they were a synthetic nylon fabric. He was hard in the pants, and then I stuck my hand inside to grab it. It didn't feel as thick as David's was, but it seemed much longer.

While this was going on, Don had reached around to my rear, grabbed the back of my panties, and was taking them off me. I raised up so that he could get them over my knees. There we were, both of us half naked, kissing and feeling each other's private parts. He put his hand on my clitoris and started rubbing it. I was getting warmer yet. Then he reached down, all the way between my legs, and put a finger into my vagina. I started moaning, it felt so good. As he slowly began to pull his finger in and out of me, I began to scream. It felt so wonderful, I was coming with a man! He let me settle down a bit, and then he started again. The second time felt even better than the first. I was still rubbing him down there, and I felt some fluid on my wrist. I stopped and wondered what it was, and then I realized he was ejaculating into my hand. I went back to rubbing him, and kept it up until I started to feel him go a little limp. I got out some kleenex from my purse, and cleaned the wet substance from his groin and my hand. We kissed a few more times passionately, and then I put my panties back on, re-clasped my bra and buttoned my blouse. I got out of the car, and walked to the edge of the creek.

All of a sudden, I became confused. I was standing on the very spot where Father Thomas had told me what a good girl I was. Just over there was the spot where David had proposed to me and then taken my maidenhead. Nearby were the spots where I let David have me under the stars. I wondered what either of them would think of me now.

But I felt so good, so alive. I knew my skin was still glowing from my recent orgasms. This, I thought, is not evil, it's not obscene. A man cares about me, wants to make me to feel wonderful, and wouldn't do anything to me that I didn't want him to.

Don came up behind me and kissed my neck. I took his hand, kissed it gently, and then placed it on my breast. As we drove back to the mall, we talked about the different ways that men and women view sex. When we broke up that evening, Don was expecting a lot more than a kiss, I think.

After I got home, the phone gave a ring, and it was Lisa, returning the call that I left her.

"Hello, Lisa, thank you for calling me. I need to discuss something with you. I hope you're not too tired."

"No , Judy, it's only 9:00 here, I've just gotten into my room and I'm relaxing with a drink." (With who? I thought.)

"Lisa, I want you to know that I don't bear you any grudges here. I know that my husband did what he wanted to do. That he did it with you is immaterial; if you hadn't been available, he would have found someone else sooner or later. I know how good you made him feel, and that's actually helped us. After that evening and before David left for his golfing trip, we made love a few times, and it was much better. I feel I should thank you for that."

"Well, Judy that's very kind. You're husband is a very nice person. I'm glad you two aren't going to get a divorce or anything, he needs you very much. And I want you to know that I won't ever get in between the two of you again."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was confused at first; I could understand why he wanted you so badly, but I couldn't believe that he would bring you here to this house where there was any chance of my catching him. But he explained that to me. I know that I'm not very exciting sexually, and he just wanted another woman here so that he could pretend it was you when he and I made love. I understand that now.

"But that leaves me with another problem. I want to learn how to love him better, to satisfy him. It may take years for me to overcome my bad habits. In the meantime, I suspect that he'll continue to think about you, and that he was never able to complete his fantasy. I think that this will drive him to attempt to take another woman here, if not you, then someone else. You see, he's got a compulsion to finish everything he starts. If I happen to catch him in the act again, I'll almost certainly have to divorce him; I'll never be able to trust him again."

"I understand that, Judy. What can you do about that?"

"It's not what I can do, it's what you can do. I was hoping you'd do me a great favor. If you would be kind enough to bring him back here again, when you knew I'd be out of the picture, I'm sure that his fantasy would be complete. Then he would have that over with, and be able to concentrate on making a new life with me."

"Judy, do I understand you correctly? Do you mean that you want me to take your husband to your bed and let him screw me?"

"That's exactly it."

"I'm not sure that Dave would want me again, after what happened."

"Oh, I'm sure he would, Lisa. David thinks the world of you."

"Would you tell him you approved? I mean, there's no way I'd do it if he thought he was sneaking around on you." The little trollop! Did she think I knew about their affair before?

"That's very shrewd, Lisa. Yes, I think I should call him up, and make him aware of the plans."

"Well, if you can talk him into it, I'll participate. But only because it means that much to you. Understand that I'm doing this as a personal favor to you, not to Dave. And I would like this to be the last time we're together."

"And I thank you for the favor. It's the only way I can keep my husband, I think. I believe we should do this as soon as possible. When are you returning home?"

"Friday evening. I'm planning on arriving at the airport about 7:30. My husband, Don, doesn't know that yet; he thinks I'm taking a later flight. But my plans changed today because of a business situation in Denver."

"That's perfect! David's arriving from his trip an hour or so before you. Why don't I go out of town to a play in New York? That would ensure privacy for the two of you, and you could still be home to your husband that night."

"Well, I still want to talk to Dave about this. But if he agrees, I'll go ahead with it."

"Fine, dear, I'll call him tomorrow morning and discuss it with him. Then I'll have him call you. What time would you like him to give you a ring?"

"Oh, between 6:00 and 6:30 here would be good."

"That's about 9:00 East Coast time? He'll call you then, no matter what the situation. And Lisa, I don't know how I can thank you enough. Goodbye."

Everything was working perfectly.

I arose nice and early the next morning and took a shower and a walk around the neighborhood. I wanted to be very alert for the next step.

I called David. I knew they were leaving the hotel about 8:30 for the golf, so I called him at 8:15. Sure enough, he was in his room.




Dueling Duets Pt. 04



"Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, a little bit hung over. We were out late last night."

"I'm sorry. I wish I were there so that I could rub your temples." Start him off with a little TLC. "Anybody there?"

"No, but I think all the guys are down at breakfast."

"Well, I was thinking maybe you'd have invited one of those girls that they have down there."

"Judy! Oh, you're just teasing aren't you?"

"Maybe a little. But, dearest, I've been thinking. You know, I'm really sorry now that I surprised you so early that evening?" He made a little sound that let me know I had him off balance and began to apologize again. "I know, dear, why you were here in the house with her. You explained it all to me. And I disturbed you before you got to fulfill your fantasy."

"Judy, that's not important now."

"But I think it is, my love. You wanted her so badly in our bed, and I didn't let you have her. I shouldn't have come home early. It was all my fault." I could tell I had him going. "No, don't bother to deny it. I've gotten over my tiff. You were right, I haven't been responsive to you in bed, and I'm going to get better, a lot better. But, dear, I know I'll never be able to come close to Lisa's abilities in bed, and I'm afraid that you'll think of the opportunity that you never got a chance to sample her here. David, my only true one, I've decided that there's only one thing to do -- you've got take her again, in this bed and nowhere else, while you have the chance so that you won't wind up hating me."

Of course he argued. He told me how much he loved me, that he never wanted another woman in his life, that he was sure I'd be able to satisfy him for eternity. For each of his objections, I had a response, all the time bringing it back to the idea that he had to take Lisa here in our bed for the good of our marriage.

The other men came looking for him in the room, and I heard him tell them that he was busy with an important concern, and would join them as soon as he could. Soon, he capitulated.

"Judy, are you sure this is what you want for us."

"Certainly, dear, it's the only way."

"Well, alright, but you must understand that I'm doing this only because you want me to."

"I'm asking you to do it for us."

"Why do you think that Lisa would assist in this."

"Because I talked to her last night. She's in Seattle, and we discussed the situation for 45 minutes." I could hear him gulp. "She was very kind, and willing to assist us. As a matter of fact, she told me what a wonderful lover you are, and how lucky I am. I told her that I'm not the only one that needs to be lucky. I'm afraid you are going to have a little problem, dear, dropping her after you have your last evening with her. I think she'd like the affair to go on for an extended period, but you know you mustn't do that to her, or to us."

He asked me how we were going to carry this off, and I told him of the logistics that Lisa and I had set up the night before. "So dear, you come home on Friday, meet Lisa at the airport, and spend a few hours here, in this house and nowhere else, before she goes home to her husband." I told him that I would fly to New York with a girlfriend on Thursday for some plays and would be back on Saturday afternoon. After I was sure that he had the plan down (sometimes he forgets things, or gets them backward, ) I told him to call Lisa in Seattle quickly, giving him the number of the hotel. I told him I loved him, then hung up the phone. I called him back a few minutes later, and sure enough, the line was busy. He was talking to Lisa, setting up his rendezvous. And what a rendezvous it would be.
I took a shower, and thought seriously about my relationship with Don. We'd traveled down the road I wanted to take faster than I thought we would. As I thought about the way he'd touched me and I'd handled him, I began to get warm again. I touched myself a little, but I didn't let myself come. My original plan was to get him to wait until Friday, but I found myself wanting him as soon as I could get him.

I considered that my original plan was to have him only once, but then I thought about what David did with Lisa; he'd been with her three times. Surely I deserved at least that much. As the noon hour rolled past, I picked up the phone and dialed his office.

"Good morning, this is Don."

"Do you have any idea of how much I appreciate what you did for me last night?"

He chuckled, and then said, "You know, I'd love to send you a dozen roses, but I wouldn't know how to get them to you without some one suspecting what they're for."

"I'm really glad you didn't. Anyway, I haven't really earned them -- yet. Meet me tonight?"

"I'd love to, the same place? What time?"

"No, I was thinking of a new place. I've heard that Johnson's on the other side of the mall is a popular after work spot. I'd like to see how the secretaries meet the business men. What about 6:30?"

"Sure, see you then."

"You certainly will," I promised. I called a hotel next to the bar and connected to the mall and made a two-night reservation.

Late that afternoon, I dressed in a tailored blazer and slacks outfit that he had helped me purchased, and checked into the hotel. I thought about protection, as the book had made quite an issue of it. I knew by now that the Church's position on birth control was just silly, but it didn't matter as I was already through the change of life. I of course considered disease. It didn't seem to matter; not because I didn't care, but I realized that since Lisa and David had not protected themselves, if she had any diseases, I was probably already carrying them; it wasn't likely that I would pick anything up from Don. Not that it was likely; he seemed so clean.

I went up to the room, and ensured that all was well there. I ordered from room service, waited for the bellhop to arrive and set up the service, then went back down to the desk, told them I'd accidentally left the key in the room and asked for a duplicate. After receiving it, I went into the bar. Don hadn't arrived yet, so I ordered a glass of wine.

When he slid into the booth across from me, I could see he wanted to kiss me, but he decided to preserve propriety. I took his hand in mine. He asked, "What are we shopping for tonight?"

"Anything you want. It's your turn tonight."

"Anything??"

"Sure. And I've got the perfect place to shop for it, too." I slid the extra room key to him, along with a note that had the room number on it. I left the booth immediately, and went to the room. Stepping into the bathroom, I disrobed, put on my nightgown and waited for him. He was there just a couple of minutes behind me. I gave him a few seconds to look around the room, and stepped out of the bathroom and posed for him to take my body in.

I walked to him and kissed him as well as I knew how. I rubbed my entire body against his, and could tell that he was ready for me. "See anything you like?" I questioned him.

"Everything I see here has too much wrapping on it."

"Bull! Weren't you the one who told me that a little bit of clothing is much more effective than simple nudity? And besides, you've got a lot more on than I have." I led him to the bed.

"Any restrictions tonight? Maybe I can only touch you with my left toe, for example?"

"You can touch me anywhere you want, as long as you touch me everyplace." We started kissing, and I took off all his clothes. Then I crawled into the bed, with Don chasing me. As he came in, I told him how bad I wanted him, and took off my nightgown.

He tried to engage in foreplay, but I was getting very warm and wanted to lose my second virginity as quickly as I could. I urged him between my legs, grabbed his penis, and helped him to enter me. He moved quickly, and I urged him on. I was getting very, very close, and I waited for orgasm, but he exploded into me before I climaxed. As he began to get a little soft, I realized I wasn't going to come, and started crying. Perhaps I really was frigid, and that a man couldn't satisfy me. I was also afraid that I hadn't shown Don a good time, that he might not want to do it with me again. If that was true, all my plans were ruined!

Don was really upset about my tears. When he asked me why I was crying, I told him of my difficulty, and my fears. He suggested that it was the position we were in that was at fault, not my ability.

"What do you mean? We did it the right way, didn't we?"

"Well, that's one way to do it, but there are other methods, and many of them might stimulate you better."

"But in health education in high school, I learned that man on top was the best way." We discussed it a little bit more, and I immediately knew that this was a situation where I needed to make Don think he was teaching me things. He cracked open the champagne, and I told him that we should wait until we had something to celebrate. He toasted us anyway, something about what was still to come. I drank the toast, and then Don came back to bed. He started gently stroking my body, not just the erogenous zones (as the book put them,) but also the other parts: my face, throat, arms and midriff. While this was going on, he described some of the positions I'd seen in the book, and then started tickling my nipples. I could feel myself getting warm again (Don really has a way with my breasts!) and then he went down to my labia and clitoris. I was really ready, and let myself start screaming in orgasm.

Don said, "Well, that certainly didn't sound like a frigid woman to me!" I just smiled at him. When he got out of bed to get some more champagne, I took a very good look at Don's penis. I'd seen David before, of course, but the other times when Don had it unsheathed it was either dark, under the covers, or I was too upset to concentrate on it. I found that I really would like to examine his closely, to see how it was different from David's. So I asked Don to explain fellatio and cunnilingus.

Now, look, I hadn't done it much because it hadn't appealed to me. But I did tell Don when he asked me that in High School, the girls had said it was something dirty. So I had him describe to me how he liked to have his penis done. This was my chance. I gently pushed him unto his back, and then put my face close to his sex. I examined it, and saw that it was very similar to the one that I was used to. It was just semi-erect at this point. When I started smelling it, I really enjoyed it, so I took it in my hand and started licking it. Then I just put the tip of it in my mouth to taste it. Soon, I had Don very interested, and he was telling me to put it all the way in my mouth. Don was very hard by now, and I started sucking on it as hard as I could. I felt a tickling on my sex, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that Don had put his hand down to my vagina. I was really enjoying this, and I thought that Don was ready to come again when he stopped me.

"What's wrong? Was I doing it badly?" I knew I wasn't, that he was ready to explode.

"No dear, not at all. I was just about to come. You were great. But we can't waste that wonderful hard-on on your mouth, not when you've got a pussy that needs to be filled." What a nice man! The few times that I had gotten David to come that way, he had seemed more interested in his pleasure than what he could do for me. Don wanted me to enjoy it as much as he did. I asked him if he wanted to have intercourse again, or if he had other ideas. Without answering, Don had me lay down on my back. I thought about the positions that we might take from the book, but then feigning lack of knowledge I asked, "I thought you said there was a lot more than the missionary position?"

"Trust me, I promise you'll like this." I saw that he was getting me into the position called 'woman on back, man enters from side,' and I was happy because that was one of the first ones I wanted to try. When I let him enter me, it felt heavenly. Not only was my vagina being well massaged by his penis, he was also able to rub my body with his hand. I was getting very warm, and when his finger touched my clitoris, it set me off. I let myself just climax, a big one, and I was sure I was screaming again in pleasure. I thought I still had the presence of mind to feel his sperm feel enter me, but I didn't feel him release. When he withdrew, I looked at it and he was still hard; the darling had stopped himself from coming. He looked at me, and said, "It's your turn to do the work, I'm tired."

"What do you mean?"

I let him teach me about 'woman on top' and then climbed up on him. I pushed myself down on him, and felt the wonderful pressure of his penis in my vagina again, and started to move my hips in an effort to let him release. I was getting warm, and I remembered the part of the book that discussed bed talk. I decided to use some dirty words, and they had their effect; soon I felt the moisture of Don's sperm enter me. I told him how good that felt, and then went back to utilizing his remaining firmness to pleasure myself. I decided not to scream this time, and the resulting climax didn't seem so intense; okay, if possible, I decided I was going to be a vocal as I could.

We just laid there for quite awhile, with him still in me and the two of us kissing and stroking each other. As he became soft, I tried to tighten my muscles so that he would stay in me, but finally he slipped out. I felt sticky down there, and so I went into the bathroom, wiped myself thoroughly, and then brought a clean, wet washcloth into the bedroom and cleaned Don's groin. He seemed to appreciate the attention, and I was able to appreciate it in the flaccid state.

About this time, I needed to relieve myself. As I sat on the toilet, I realized I hadn't closed the door! Oh, well, no harm was done, as Don couldn't see me.

We laid on the bed, eating food from the cold tray I had ordered, and playing with each other's body. I found that I wasn't body conscious with this man at all; in fact, I enjoyed it when he observed me. This was now my lover, and I opened my legs when his head was near my feet so that he could look at me all he wanted. Then I wanted to know what his opinion of my body was. I got out of bed, replaced the tray on the table, and made sure that I was moving as seductively as I could. I walked around the room, turning on the other lamps, and finally asked him for his opinion. With a bit of a joking voice, I told him how much of a help he'd been to me in fixing up my appearance, and then I asked him what he thought of my naked body.

He began by telling me the things he did like. Although I'm not twenty-two any longer and have had three babies, I didn't think I looked badly. Don told me that the various parts of me looked very good to him; either he agreed with my conclusion, or he was sweetly fibbing. He did make a suggestion about my pubic hair. Apparently it was a little long and thick for my lover's taste.

I asked him to demonstrate how much hair he thought I should have, and he motioned me back onto the mattress, and turned around so that he could have access to my groin area. He sketched the area where he thought I could cut back to, and I opened my legs again to let him have a good view of my labia. He took the hint, and began to lick that area. Now I had let David do that to me on occasion, but hadn't really enjoyed it; I thought it was dirty. But Don was my lover, and any thing I did with him was illicit by definition. I found that the thought of him kissing me down there was exciting. When he realized that I wanted him to do that, he started licking the exterior of my opening, and then putting his tongue in as far as it would go. He would lift up and tease my clitoris with it, and soon I was ready to orgasm again. Keeping my resolution, I let myself scream. It was a very good one.

When I stopped screaming, and he stopped licking, I asked Don why I had ever thought it was dirty? Don didn't answer, and I considered the surprise my husband would have then next time he attempted to do that to me.

I scooted around until I had my face at his groin again, and started licking and sucking it until I had it hard again. When it was ready, I decided that my favorite position that we had attempted that evening was 'woman on top.' I tried that again, and this time got Don to climax again at the same time I did.

It was getting late, and I knew I needed to go home in case David phoned. I didn't want him to suspect anything; I'd let him know what I was doing soon enough. Don and I showered together, and I savored the feeling of him cleaning me. Of course, I did the same for him. In the shower, as he had a wonderful view of my naked body, I asked him if he wanted to have me again the next evening. He told me he did, and we started dressing. I dressed more slowly than he did, and after he was completely clothed again, I kissed him goodnight, and told him that I was looking forward to seeing him again the next evening. I went over to the chair and picked up the telephone. The last scene Don had that night was me talking on the telephone in only my red bra and panties; the desk clerk was mystified when I asked for to stay for another night when my reservation already was in.

On Thursday morning I called David in his room; I wanted to ensure that he and Lisa had made the arrangements. "Yes," he said, "we talked, and we're going to go ahead. Judy, are you really sure this is what you want? I can always cancel."

"We've already discussed this; I really think this is the only way our marriage can last. You're going to enjoy it, aren't you? Think, this may be the last time you ever have a woman other than me." He admitted he was looking forward to the evening. "Alright, then, I'm going to have a little surprise for the two of you in the bedroom."

We talked about the trip I was taking to New York, and he wished me well. "Enjoy yourself, dear," I told him as we hung up the phone.

I went back to the hotel that afternoon, taking an overnight bag with me. I decided that I'd sleep all night with Don, if he wanted to. When I got into the room, I went into the bathroom, got my electric razor out and gave myself a nice shave. When I got to the pubic hair, I cut it short, and tried to trim around the edges. The razor jammed and I couldn't do a neat job on it. The time was getting close to when Don should be there, so I left the room; I didn't want him to think I was too eager.

I went down to the mall, and started looking at the women's clothes in a golf store. I found a very nice outfit and decided to wear it. I went to a shoe store and purchased a few more pairs, and then to Victoria's Secret, as I needed a strapless bra for the golf shirt I'd purchased. I changed into my new outfit in the changing room there.

Don was waiting for me there, watching golf on TV. "What do those guys have that I don't?"

"A golf game. But they don't have what I really want." I knew what he wanted, so I sat in his lap and kissed him. I asked him what he thought of my new outfit. He approved, I could tell, as the blouse showed one shoulder off, and was tight across my bosom. As we sat there, we began petting, and soon were both naked again. Don leaned me back on the bed, and knelt on the floor between my thighs. As he put his mouth to my labia, I wrapped my legs around his upper body and let myself enjoy his attentions. I was ready for him, and before too long I was into a loud orgasm.

When I recovered, I sat him in the chair to return the favor. I had reviewed the instructions in the book that day, so I started licking him on the scrotum, which he enjoyed, then lapped the length of his penis with a lot of pressure. He was telling me how much he enjoyed that, and I took quite a bit of the penis into my mouth. I applied my tongue to the underside of his member, and could tell it was having the effect I wanted by the intense throbbing. He told me he was going to come soon, and I kept the pressure up. He spent into my mouth, and I continued to suck until the liquid stopped spewing. I liked the taste of it; it was a touch salty, and made the sides of my tongue tingle a little. I got a kleenex and emptied my mouth of his sperm, and then went back to him and cleaned him by licking the excess semen off of him.




Dueling Duets Pt. 04



We returned to the bed and began fondling each other again. I asked him how well he enjoyed my fellatio (I used the common term for it,) and he told me that I was quite good at it. I wanted him to think that I was studying technique, which I was, so I told him about the book, and showed it to him. He wanted to know about how I'd purchased it, so I told a little white lie about getting it earlier that day. He asked me if I masturbated while I was reading it, and I playfully told him I had and that I didn't require him anymore, as I could satisfy myself.

I asked him about the trim I'd done on my pubic hair, and, as I'd expected, it didn't pass muster. I told him I'd try again, and suggested that he'd see it tomorrow, letting him know that I assumed the affair wasn't over.

We decided to go to a restaurant for dinner. After all the sex we'd had in the past 24 hours, I could tell that it would take Don a while to get ready again. The place we chose was full of men in town for a convention in the hotel, and I could tell they were looking at me and wishing they were Don.

After dinner, we walked to a drugstore, and he purchased some shaving supplies and a pair of scissors. I asked him what he needed them for, and he told me that he was going to trim my hair himself. I really thought this was romantic, and got excited just thinking about it.

When we got back to the room, I got the book out and showed him some pictures of women in it. The amount of pubic hair varied, although none of them had as much as I'd had the day before, and a couple of them had no pubic hair at all. I was curious about this, as the book didn't mention it at all. Don told me that some men, including himself, thought this was a real turn-on, as he put it. I questioned him about Lisa's grooming, and he told me she didn't normally keep it that short, and that currently it wasn't shaved. I knew then that David had never seen one without hair on it, and I could tell that Don was getting very excited just talking about it. I asked Don to shave me completely.

We went into the bathroom, and I completely disrobed. It felt a little silly, with me completely nude and he with all his clothes on, so I had him strip too. He began by shaving my legs again with the new razor, and it felt much better than the electric razor did. He cut as much of the pubic hair off as he could with the scissors, and then shaved me in that area. As he was shaving me, the blade pulled and tugged a little, pinching me. After he was done, he told me to rinse off, and then he shaved that area again with a new, sharp blade. This time it felt silky, and after Don toweled me off and applied lotion to the newly shaved area, he told me to touch myself. As soon as I did, I could feel the why men prefer very little hair. The difference was similar to a person who had been wearing an overcoat to one who was naked. As I lightly touched my clitoris, I jumped a little from the sensuous feel. I couldn't wait to feel my lover's penis touching my mons of venus. I dragged him into the bedroom and begged him to show me something else that was new too me.

Don could tell I was in an adventurous mood, and he asked me what the limits were, what he couldn't touch. I wondered what he was thinking, but wanted to find out; I could always stop him if I didn't like it. I told him that as long as he didn't cause pain, I would play along.

He began by moving the furniture so that the overstuffed chair in the room had it's back to the window, darkened the room, and opened the drapes so that the suite was bathed by the soft lights of the downtown buildings a few miles distant. I sat in his lap in the chair, and we began to make out again. Don asked me to suck on his nipples; I was amazed, as a man's chest didn't look like a erogenous zone to me. When Don explained that his breasts were probably as sensitive as mine, and asked me to treat him just the way he aroused me, I knew what to do. I used my lips and tongue to excite him and then started to apply my teeth. First just with the edge, and then to nibbling, and finally to biting. I kept at it until he squealed in pain so that I could gauge his tolerance, and I went back to a more gentle arousal.

While I was applying erotic senses to Don, he was using his hand to kindle a fire within me. When he touched my clitoris, I again had that little electric shock because of the lack of pubic hair. He kept at it until he brought me to orgasm. This time, I tried again not to scream, and again I felt that the crest of my orgasm was a little short of maximum; I'm a screamer and that's it. My lovers will have to deal with my noise!

Don stood up and had me kneel on the arms of the chair. My bosom was exposed to anyone who could see into the window. I began to become shy, but then realized that if anyone could see into the room, they certainly wouldn't be able to identify me. I concentrated on what Don was doing behind me, which was to lick my labia. I was getting very excited when I felt his tongue go a little higher to the area between the vaginal lips and the anus. I began to get nervous, and Don moved his sucking and nibbling all over my exposed rear. He kept getting closer and closer to my unprotected fanny, and I wondered if he was going to touch it.

"You aren't thinking of . . " I began.

"Only if you want me to," he replied, and I began to consider this. While he kept getting closer and then further from it with his mouth, I knew how gentle he could be. If he wanted to do this, then it must be alright. After a few moments, as he got close again, I moved so that my arse came in contact with his tongue, and he began to lick me more aggressively. I loved it, and when he parted the ring with his muscle, I began to think that perhaps he would put his penis into it. I was getting very excited about that possibility when he stood up and entered my vagina with his tool. In this position, it went deeper than it had ever gone before, and I felt the length of it bump gently into my cervix. I cooperated fully with his slow movements, and began to scream. After ages, he became swift and hard in his movements, and I felt a gush of moisture enter my hole.

Don was in so much ecstasy that he began to lurch, and I was a little afraid that he might fall. When he was done, he tottered onto the bed and laid there in a lather. After kissing him and ensuring that he was all right, I got a clean wet cloth and bathed him with it. We laid there for awhile, enjoying the glow of the outside light and of our satiated bodies, and I began to discuss our future. I explained that I felt that I still wanted to get even with David, and that he could help me by coming to our house the next evening and making love to me in our marriage bed, as David had wanted to do with Lisa. He gained the impression that since no one would ever know about it, it couldn't hurt anyone. He agreed to the plan, and we made arrangements for him to enter the house without the neighbors suspecting.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and in the middle of the night, Don showed me that I can scream in missionary as well as any other position!

Don was so wonderful the next morning. We showered together and ordered from room service, and he was concerned about the neighbors seeing me come home early in the morning. I told him that I had suggested to a neighbor that I was visiting my daughter. As we parted, we told each other how much we were looking forward to the evening. If Don only knew what it was that I was looking forward to . . .

All that day, I was understandably nervous. I looked for something, anything to do to keep my mind busy, and started reorganizing my sewing room. I came upon a record that I'd taken from the children years earlier, and remembered how David had enjoyed it. I made a tape of it, thinking to surprise him with it at some point. Late that afternoon, I went out to eat; I didn't want any smells of cooking to be in the house. Returning home, I parked the car a block away in a cul-de-sac and strolled home, thinking of what the evening would bring. I took a long, hot bath, and spent a long time doing my hair and applying make-up. I donned a flimsy black negligee which matched the necklace I had found earlier that week, which I also put on. I took a good look at myself to the full-length mirror; I decided that, baring any silliness such a reconstructive surgery, I looked as good for my lover as I possibly could. I made myself a drink, and waited in the living room for my lover to arrive.

Don's taxi pulled into the driveway just after sunset. Letting him into the front entrance, I took him into my arms and let him kiss me deeply. I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he was ready for an evening of romance. After refreshing my drink and fixing him one, I led him to the master bedroom. I had the quarters arranged for love with a few dim candles burning, the smell of perfume, and the bedclothes drawn back. I closed the door behind us.

I encouraged Don to take off all of his clothes, and then had him lie on the bed. I kissed him, and rubbed his body with the fabric of my lingerie. Don used his hands and tongue to bring me to a state of excitement, and then began to kiss and nibble between my legs. Although I was becoming excited, as always, I urged myself not to give into his ministrations easily. I tried to think about other things. Father Thomas and his advice to me came to my mind. I considered the situation, and realized that what I had been doing would make my husband love me and make him happier than he had ever been in my marriage. I realized that, in a very strange manner, I was following Father Thomas' instructions.

As Don was attending to me, we heard the sharp closing of an automobile door. Don looked up, and I explained to him that it was only our next door neighbors. I rolled Don onto his back, with his head at the foot of the bed, took my panties off and kneeled on top of him, inserting his penis into my vagina. I was slow and gentle so that we could make this last a long time if need be. I bent over so that my mouth was near his ear, and began moaning softly in pleasure.

When I heard a low giggle outside of the bedroom, I straightened up, and the door opened. My husband entered the room with Lisa behind him and turned on the overhead light. I made certain that my posture was such that there was no question as to how excited I was.

David just looked at me slowly and silently, and then his eyes drooped to see my shaved pubic area and the gentleman below me. I pulled Don out of me enough so that David could not help but see the shaft of my lover's penis inside of me. Lisa, who had been playing with David's nipples from behind looked up to see us, and gave a little gasp. Below me, Don craned his neck so that he could see what the noise was, and viewed the unexpected (to him) intrusion.

I anticipated that Don would go soft when he realized that we'd been discovered, so I moved one hand to his nipple to pinch it hard, and the other hand to caress his testicles. "Keep going, sweetheart," I clamored to Don, and to the others I said, "Come sit down on the bed and watch us."

I was unsure what David's reaction would be at this point. He'd never had much of a temper, so I didn't expect any violence, but I didn't know if he would yell, walk out or watch. I could see by the look on his face that he wasn't sure what was happening. Lisa, however, showed a mischievous smile, and led David to the side of the bed where he could sit and watch us. Lisa studied the two of us with amusement, and then helped David to become as unclothed as her husband and I were. She quickly stripped to match us, and I was able to see the body that David had wanted more than mine; I could understand his feeling, as she was quite beautiful in the nude.

Lisa then came on to the bed. For a few seconds, I wasn't sure if she was going to join Don and I, but she laid down on the mattress beside her husband, and brought David between her legs. I could see David's erect penis penetrate his lover, and then I concentrated on the feelings in my groin. I climaxed noisily in a short time, while David was making the grunting sounds that I knew to be the trademark of his orgasm. I wasn't able to feel Don's sperm entering me, and I could tell that Lisa wasn't quite ready to come yet herself. When my husband, who still looked confused, began to get off of Lisa, I slowed my movements and began to come down myself.

I leaned over to Don as he was still kneeling between Lisa's legs and kissed him with a welcome. Lisa was able to manipulate herself so that she could kiss her husband. I truly wish that I had set up a video camera in the closet so that we could all watch the tableau.

I rose from the bed and put my transparent robe on. Telling them that I was going for refreshments, I suggested that they talk amongst themselves in my absence. I went to the kitchen, pulled the champagne bucket out of storage, put two cold bottles of Domaine Chandon in it and filled it with ice. Getting a tray of appetizers that I had prepared that morning out of the refrigerator, I carried the food and drink to the bedroom.

Lisa was divulging how she and David had agreed to make love in this bedroom at my request. While she was doing this, Don was playing with her upper body while David was enticing her vagina with his fingers; I could see that there was nothing shy about Lisa. I opened and poured the champagne, placed the tray of food in easy reach of the bed, and went to sit on a small couch to listen to the rest of the story. When Lisa completed the saga, she begged for oral sex. David knelt between her legs and began to attend to her. Don came over to sit with me on the settee, and said, "You set this all up, didn't you."

"Some of it, my sweet. I wanted you to be my lover last week, as a revenge for the hurt that my husband caused me. I'd planned to keep you on the edge, and let you have me tonight.

"But I want you to know that your sweet, loving care caused me to want you to make love to me much earlier than that. That's why I took you to the hotel, and I'm so glad you did. You were the first man ever to make me orgasm, and you showed me how to please you with my loving. Oh, how can I ever thank you enough?"

"You've already thanked me, Judy. I'm just sorry that it has to end now." Lisa was coming to climax in earnest.

After a few moments, Lisa looked at the two of us and asked Don what he was doing in my bed. I explained to Lisa and David about how I had manipulated the circumstances, and how I'd been swept away by them.

I got up and walked to the bed. After kissing David's lips, I took off my robe, and started fondling David as Don had shown me how to do. He responded in kind. I noticed that Lisa and Don were gathering their garments. Just before Lisa shut the door, I knelt on top of David and began to climax almost immediately. Lisa looked at us, gave me a wink, and left the room.

David was still confused. I'm not sure that he realized that the woman he was in bed with was his wife. As he didn't climax immediately, but stayed hard, so I utilized different positions that Don had taught me and I had learned from the book until he reached a good orgasm inside of me. As we laid there, he began to realize that he was with me, and that Lisa wasn't there any longer. When it began to sink in, he ran his hands over my body, feeling it again and again, and smiling in amazement.

I listened to the sounds in the house around me, and heard noises coming from the guest bedroom; Lisa and Don must have gone in there. What is the protocol in a situation like that? I got David out of bed and dressed, and suggested that he knock on the door and offer to drive them home. I put on a lime and black pantsuits I'd purchased (without Don) and went to the kitchen. David came to join me, and hugged me lovingly from behind as I worked. When Lisa and Don descended, we went to greet them and asked them if they'd like coffee or something to eat, but they thought it was best that they'd be going. I quietly slipped Lisa a jewelry box with her necklace in it, and told her that I hoped she'd have as much fun in it as I'd had. I considered letting Don kiss me, but decided that Lisa might take offense, so I just shook his hand and thanked him for everything.

When he returned, I knew that David was satiated. I didn't want him to be under undue pressure, so I just undressed him, got him into bed, stripped my clothes off and laid with him naked under the covers. I held him tenderly until he dropped off to sleep.

I woke early and silently slipped out of our bed. Taking a opaque but frilly blue nightgown, I went downstairs, put a jogging suit on and retrieved the car. When I got home, I changed into the nightgown. Quite late in the morning when I heard David wake up and fiddle around the bedroom, I began to prepare a fresh breakfast for him. He took a seat at the table, and I could tell he was looking at my curves underneath the fabric.

"Who was that woman I was with last night?" he asked.

"Which one?"

"The only one I care about."

"Oh, Lisa!" I teased.

"Well, I guess I care about her too, but I was thinking of you, wench!" I giggled.

David asked me to explain again what I'd done, as he'd been in no condition to understand all the nuances of the story the previous evening. I gave him all the details he wanted, and let him know that the relationship between Don and myself had started off innocently.

"David, I'm so sorry that it turned out the way it did. I didn't plan on him becoming my lover. We just found ourselves more and more attracted to each other, and things just happened . . ."

"I know, dear, don't be upset. That's just the way it happened with Lisa and I. There's no harm done. As a matter of fact, there's a lot of good that's come out of this. I know that we can make our relationship stronger for this."

While he went on about the positive aspects of our affairs, I climbed up on the counter and flashed the tops of my legs at him. He got the idea, and came over and made love to me there in the kitchen.

As we were slowing down, we heard the doorbell. I hurriedly put my nightgown back on and went to the door; there was no one there, but someone had left a gift wrapped package. We opened it to find a copy of another sex manual with an inscription from Lisa and Don. What sweet people!

That evening, we drove north to Smith's Ford, and I got him into the backseat where we made passionate love to that rock & roll tape I'd made.

For the next few weeks, David and I made love at least four or five times a week, occasionally twice a day. David told me how much he enjoyed the new little things I did, and he asked me to explain all of the things that Don and I did together. He wanted to tell me about the things he and Lisa had done, and I encouraged him to, as we needed to be done with the jealousy that might have festered without communications.

One night, David asked me if I would like to have Don again, or some other man. I told him truthfully that he was enough man for me. I did suggest, however, that a foursome with Don and Lisa might be fun. He said that if we could ever get that to happen, it would be great; neither of us thought that such a fantasy would ever come true.

The next Wednesday evening, we decided to go to the club for dinner. There was only one other car in the parking lot, and we could see that the club was very quiet. Entering the dining room, we found Lisa and Don just getting their first drink before dinner. Greeting us warmly, they invited us to sit with them. At first, Don was trying to flirt with me, and I wanted to give it back to him, but I wasn't sure how David would take it, so I just ignored him.

Dinner went smoothly, with no friction at all between the couples. Between courses, Lisa and I went to powder out noses, and Lisa asked me how Superman was. I told her that I could barely sit down anymore because my bottom was so sore from all the sex. Then she said, "I really found Dave to be pretty good after he got over being nervous. If you ever get tired of him, let me have another shot, will you?" We just laughed at the joke, and I told her that I'd swap him for Don and a share of her sex appeal. She and I laughed about how she would see me with my friends on Thursday's when she came in for her steam after work, and how she always thought that I could never be a threat.