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Ellen and Joey Ch. 02

By: SirenSeeker2



My hands were trembling as I dialed Joey's number. And I wondered what I would say when I heard his phone ringing. "Hey, Joey, Ellen loves how you fuck, so let's do it again." Yeah, right, that'll sound good. I disconnected quickly, trying to get ahold of myself. What was wrong with me? Here I had the most beautiful, loving woman a man could want and I wanted to offer her body to other men. And I just witnessed Joey's skillful plundering of her sex and wanted him to do it again. Well, Ellen was more than willing, even as she reassured me that she loved only me. Her take on sex was far more relaxed and simple than mine. To her, sex was just sex; the more the better. For me, it was far more complex. I envied both Ellen and Joey for their simple enjoyment of the act itself.

I sat back and let it all soak in, trying to make sense of it all. It didn't faze Ellen that she was carrying several hundred million of Joey's sperm cells, but that reality hit me in the gut. No matter the pleasure I enjoyed being with her, the simple truth was that I was no longer virile – and Joey was. And while I might try to match his skills in bed, I was no match for his superior size, and never could hope to be. That thought alone was deflating. The only compensation I suppose was Ellen's assurance that she would gladly be with only me, if that was what I wanted. But I was kidding myself supposing I wanted her to be monogamous. The simple truth was that it excited me when she was with other men. And I had actually witnessed her mating with Joey, and I knew I was hooked for good. And she had told me that she wanted him again and again and again...I mean, she had said just that.

So again, I dialed his number. I think that I was relieved that he didn't answer and the call went to voice mail. I left a brief message and asked him to call back. I sighed and returned to the bedroom where Ellen was sleeping. God, she looked so beautiful as she slept soundly and peacefully. Her breasts rose and fell softly with each breath. I thought back to only a few hours before when Joey had helped himself to her rounded treasures. Her Catholic schoolgirl outfit was scattered in pieces on the floor, the elastic tape, which had bound her breasts, lay across the edge of the bed where he had casually thrown it. From this peaceful scene, no one could have guessed at the intense passion that had filled the room only hours before. I tugged off my shorts and lay beside her. Ellen silently rolled to one side and as she did I moved next to her only to find that I was lying on a sickeningly wet spot. Well, perhaps the fluid was mine, but more likely it had fluids from both of the men who had fucked her. I rolled over away from it, and did my best to get some sleep.

I was only dimly aware of my cell phone ringing on the nightstand. Groggily, I awoke and saw that Joey had just called and left a message. I listened, now fully awake.

"Hey, yeah, thanks for calling," I heard him say. "Going on a business trip for a few days, but, yeah, let's get together again when I return. Give Ellen my best. She's incredible! Thanks for setting us up! Looking forward to a repeat!"

"Yeah, you're welcome," I thought, somewhat pissd, as I hung up. And I turned again to find Ellen still blissfully asleep. And shot spot or not, I moved against her and cupped my hands around her breasts. It was true – she really was incredible, and whatever might happen, I was glad that she loved me.

The next few days were fairly typical, what with work and the usual pace of daily life. We spoke several times a day as we always did and she made no mention of her tryst with Joey. And then, on the third day, she mentioned that she had received several text messages from him and asked if I knew that he was on a business trip. I told her that I did remember something about that. She giggled and told me that he was being very naughty with his messages. Truthfully, I think she found him both amusing and highly entertaining. She knew what he was about – just a horny guy looking to get some, but she was obviously tickled by his fawning over her. Who could blame her for that? She was a middle-aged woman being actively pursued by a man who was years her junior and she enjoyed that.

"So," I asked as nonchalantly as I could manage, "should the three of us get together when he returns?"

"That'd be awesome!" she replied, in her usual bubbly way. "He's so much fun! Those other men I've been with are so clingy. Joey's just super fun!" I must have paused for more than few moments. "That is we can do it if you're still okay with it."

"I am, babe. God, it turns me on so much to watch you with him – watching the two of you together is incredible."

"Well, good then! I'll let him know. He's so persistent and such a bad boy!"

"And you're such a wonderful, bad girl. I love you so much, Ellen."

"Aw, and I love you too. You know I do. I wouldn't do this unless you enjoyed it too. I think in the future we should only do this together, don't you agree?"

"Well, truthfully, it might be kind of fun on occasion for just the two of you to be together, so long as I know and you tell me what happens."

"Okay, well, I'm sure we can do that too. But he'll be back in town on Friday and my son will be with his father, so let's just plan on that. Why don't you come over early and we can have a bite of dinner beforehand."

"Sounds great, sweetie. It's a date."

"Super. Come by straight after work. You can watch me shower and dress too. Would you like that?"

My cock became instantly hard, thinking about watching her prepare for Joey. "You know it would, babe."

"Mmmm, I want to be super sexy for both of my guys. I think I'll buy a new outfit, maybe something tight and short, and low-cut the way you like for me to look."

"God, yes, Ellen. I'm so turned on right now."

"Well, save it up, sexy. Don't go messing with yourself before Friday. Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Okay, talk to you later."

I wondered if I could keep my promise, as I desperately needed release. And I thought about Joey and whether he would bring a full charge on Friday or whether he had gotten himself off since being with Ellen. Well, he was young and I'm sure that regardless of whether he gotten off or not, he would be full of cum by Friday. I felt the same familiar sickness knowing Ellen would take his potent seed once more into her body. And I wanted her to do just that. And again I wondered what was wrong with me for wishing it so.

She made no other mention of the impending tryst when we talked over the next few days, except to tell me Thursday evening that she had found a super cute outfit and couldn't wait to show it to me Friday. Joey's name was never mentioned and I was sort of pleased that she hoped to please just me with her choice. Ellen is a true clotheshorse and knew how to flatter her figure perfectly. It's one of the things that I loved about her. She always looked picture perfect.

I have to admit being terribly keyed up Friday and unable to focus well at work. Several colleagues asked if I was okay, and I lied and said I had a headache. My boss said to take the rest of the day off and I was glad to agree with him. I headed home and took to my bed early that afternoon, setting my alarm for 3:00. It felt great to just give in to my nerves and have the chance to relax. After a blissful nap, I showered and was on my way to Ellen's house around 4:30. I phoned to tell her I was on my way. 

"Oooh, you're going to come over early. Great. I'll wait to shower until you get here." Her usual perky demeanor brightened me. I parked in her driveway and let myself in. I found her wrapped in a towel in the bathroom as she had been doing her nails. She bounced up and came into my arms, kissing me sweetly and allowing the towel to fall to the floor.

"Mmmmm, you smell good!," she squeaked as she tousled my hair. She did love my cologne!

"And you look, and feel amazing," I replied as my hand caressed her tight, high ass. Her now naked body melted into mine, her desire for me evident. And my rock hard cock pressed into her and she responded with a deep kiss and moaned with a hungry passion.

And then laughingly, she pulled away. "None of that right now, bad boy! Save some of that energy for later." And then she smiled knowingly. "Besides, you know that Joey gets me first tonight."

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about him!" I laughed.

"Yeah, I'll bet you didn't, you bad boy!" she giggled. "Here, you can read some of his texts to me while I shower," she said, pointing to her cell phone on her dressing table. And she strutted over to the shower, her body almost feral in his sexuality. As much as I wanted to see just what messages they had exchanged, I couldn't but marvel that this magnificent creature was mine. And I knew that her delight came as much from my love and acceptance of her as it did from the more raw aspects of the sex we shared. I thought of how I had released her from the shame she had felt for years, with her one-off affairs while she had been married. She loved me for offering her unconditional love. Her impish, playful nature could play out fully with me as her devoted partner.

She grinned at me as she stepped into the shower and I was in awe of the sensual fullness of her haunches and the womanly fullness of her breasts. Ellen was a physical marvel and she knew it and enjoyed its effect on me and on the other men who all wanted to taste her charms. Her sensuality was animal-like, natural and without pretense. Her jaw-dropping beauty was like no other woman I had ever seen, let alone been with. And despite what she told me, I knew in my gut that I was well advised to allow her other lovers. I knew her history and understood that she needed both love and lovers to keep her satisfied.

And as she hummed a tune in the shower, I set about reading the messages she had shared with Joey in the past few days. Most of his messages were nothing more than those of a guy who wanted to fuck her. They were exciting in a way, but they were frankly commonplace. I did read with interest when he wrote several times that he wanted to be with her alone. I was terribly glad to read that her several replies that that was up to me. And I read and reread her telling him that I was the most important thing in her life. That explained her question about that very issue to me earlier that week. Ellen was unflinchingly honest with me. Nothing I read indicated otherwise. And she really did love me. And Joey really was just a fuck. I liked that. And it made it somehow easier for me to know that only hours from now he would indeed be fucking her.

Ellen emerged from the shower, her body glistening with beads of water as she toweled dry in front of me.

"God, you're so beautiful, Ellen," I offered as she dried herself in front of me.

"Aw, I always want to be beautiful for you, John." And she came to me, fresh and squeaky-clean and I kissed her.

"Now, scoot! Move!" she demanded with a laugh, as I gave up my seat at her dressing table. There's something incredibly intimate about a woman allowing a man to watch her as she prepares herself. Ellen set about doing just that, brushing her brown hair as she let the dryer do its work. I simply took a seat on the floor as we chatted about this and that. But she was truthfully quite intent on her appearance and I was content just to watch and enjoy her prepping herself for the evening's fun. And I was vaguely aware that I was hungry. She did say something about a bite to eat beforehand, so, having nothing better to do, I went to the kitchen and made a sandwich, which I carried back to the room.

"Mmmm, let me have a bite," she said, seeing that I had made myself something to eat. Ellen ate like a bird and with a small bite or two, she was full. I was supremely content just to be in her company as she continued to primp. 

"Now, scoot, you! I want to show you my new outfit!" She giggled as she made me leave the bathroom. I lay on her bed and switched on the television, idly flipping through several channels. I knew that she would not reappear until she was fully ready and indeed, it took almost half an hour until the bathroom door opened and I saw my lady once more. And, oh my god – she looked incredible. Her hair and makeup were of course perfect, but the dress she wore was absolutely amazing. It was some sort of woolen fabric and it clung to her every curve perfectly. And she wore not a trace of underwear; that much was apparent as not a line of an undergarment disturbed the form-flattering perfection of her womanly shape.

"Do you like?" she said softly and seductively.

"God, Ellen, you look...amazing." I was frankly speechless. And then she came on tiptoes into my arms. I held her gently, not wanting to muss with the perfection which was before me.

"Mmmmmm, I wanted to be extra-special beautiful for you," And then she paused, "and for Joey as well." I looked at her and couldn't help but return her smile. And I was proud to know both that she was mine and that she would offer herself to another man. Her look told me that she understood both my passion for her and my need for her to be with another lover. She got it. I knew that she did.

And with a whispered endearment, I knew finally that she understood my deepest desire and my deepest fear. "Before the night is over, I will have Joey's sperm inside of me. I want you to know that, John. I am going to let Joey inseminate me again."

What could I do but be in love with such a woman – she totally got me. And it was the intimacy of such a shared understanding, as much as her physical beauty, that drew me to her. Without demeaning me, she knew that taking the sperm of another man into her body – a man who was truly virile, as I was not – sent me into some space of desire and submission that I could only have with her. She knew. She really knew. I ached both with pleasure and with a wish to be released from the torment of this reality and was so glad to hear the doorbell ring as we embraced. It was Joey at the door, and the time had come.

Ellen answered the door and I heard them exchange a few words as I sat in a chair in the bedroom and waited for what was about to transpire. It might have been a minute or two before they walked into the bedroom and I wondered what intimacies had been exchanged. I literally wanted to be invisible, and for all they cared, I was no more than part of the furniture. Joey was as enthralled as I was by her charms. His hands roamed freely over her body as they kissed deeply and passionately. And I felt the familiar sickening feeling of wondering why I would give my princess to another man. And then, in a sideways, fleeting glance, she gave me a reassuring smile. And I knew that I was foolish to doubt or to be concerned. Although she was on the brink of giving her sex to Joey, she was still mine.

And in one swift motion, Joey tugged off her dress and she was naked before him. And then, she went to her knees, her fingers fumbling with his zipper as she caressed his chest. And then, his jeans fell to the floor and I saw that he was fully erect and ready to pleasure her. But in a swift motion, she took his erect cock into her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, baby. That's it. Suck my cock," he moaned as she expertly fellated him. Her mouth engulfed his full erection completely, over and over, hungrily telling him of her desire. He held her head in his hands as she serviced his cock, moaning with muffled sounds of desire. Joey rhythmically fed his cock into her supple mouth, gently at first but with more intensity as the moments dragged agonizingly on. I was glad when she pulled back, looked up expectantly at him, and moved to her feet as they kissed. Her breasts flattened against his chest, his cock now pressed into her belly. Joey helped himself to her flesh, cupping her firm, rounded ass in his hands as he kissed her. These two were going to mate and I was to bear silent witness to their shared lust.

Without so much as a glance in my direction, Joey roughly moved her onto the bed. He stripped off his shirt and almost frantically shed his trousers, socks, and shoes. Now, both of them were naked. There would be no stopping them consummating their lustful need for each other's bodies. And then, he moved on top of her. I watched my princess open her legs almost without volition, as she prepared to receive him into her body. And then, with a kiss, Joey entered my girlfriend. Ellen was so obviously wet with desire that he penetrated her fully and easily on his first thrust. Ellen moaned with pleasure as she took his full length, and then he truly went to town.

Joey pushed her lovely legs over his shoulders and began to truly piston her open, inviting vagina. I shifted in my seat and witnessed the awe inspiring sight of his shaft sheathing and unsheathing itself inside of my girlfriend. His balls slapped against her ass he helped himself to her sex. And, again, I felt almost sick watching the spectacle of Ellen mating with him. And there was no mistaking what I was witnessing. Joey was quite simply plundering my precious angel in front of me. And Ellen was responding, openly and without shame to his demands. I watched in awe as he fed his naked penis into her body, knowing that at any moment he could and would release his liquid male essence into her. Their joining was primal; two bodies seeking out each other.

And then he rolled her over to her knees. And then Ellen looked at me, with a curious, questioning look, which spoke both to her desire and to my own needs. And then, turning away, she simply offered herself to his thrusting cock as he repeatedly took her. I was in awe, at turns awash in grief, and then alive with desire, as I watched the love of my life submit to the sexual demands of another lover. And Joey's demands were unrelenting as he forcefully fed his rock hard cock into her vagina. His hands rarely left her breasts as he fucked her. I couldn't blame him for that. Ellen's breasts were a treat, and no man who was man could resist enjoying them to the fullest. But, jeez, did he have to enjoy them that much? Joey was positively mauling them. Okay, so what did I expect anyway? Ellen's breasts invited such treatment and how often had I done the same. I couldn't get enough of them and neither could Joey, apparently. I wished however that he could be done soon with all of this.

And my wish was granted, almost as soon was I offered it. His ass rose and fell several times, and then his full length was buried in my princess. With a moan, I heard him offer his orgasm inside of her body. He cried out as he released his potent, baby-making load inside of her vagina. I watched his buttocks flex as he spewed his virile seed inside of her. Joey gave it up completely, discharging the pent-up contents of his balls inside of my woman. And I could do nothing more than sit in agony as another man inseminated my beloved girlfriend, watching his ass flex with each pulse of potent sperm inside of her. And it was agony, I assure you. And as they lay together, joined in lust, I thought of his seed swimming inside of her. Yes, she full of the seed I could no longer provide. Yes, she had been just been fucked by a man whose potency and size I could in no way match.

And just when I was about to despair, Ellen looked at me so sweetly and mouthed an unspoken thanks for allowing her this pleasure. And I simply melted. Yes, I was glad to have given her body to another man and was even more glad to know that she loved me, even as her body carried countless millions of the sperm cells of her younger, more capable lover. It didn't matter, because I knew she loved me – and that after all was what truly mattered. Still, watching them embrace in the afterglow of their lovemaking was painful. I just wanted Joey to go. I knew I couldn't handle another round of their coupling. And go he did, with a wink at me, after half an hour of holding her in his arms. And then he dressed and was thankfully gone.


Ellen and Joey Ch. 02



And when he left, I moved once more to her on the bed and held her lovingly in my arms. She smelled of him and his sex, and I wished that she didn't.

"I love you, John. I really do," she said sweetly as I took held her closely. I was almost insane with desire. "But do let me sleep now. I am so tired." And so I did, ignoring the demands of my cock, which craved release. I simply held her as she drifted off into sleep. I was so glad to be rid of Joey. I just wanted her all to myself. She was my everything and I told myself this would be the last time I would ever allow this to happen. But when I touched her swollen pussy, brimming with the sperm Joey had so recently deposited, I doubted my resolve. I knew, I mean I just knew, that I wanted so much more. And I knew that Ellen would deliver.

I was so glad, that however tainted by the markings of another man, that Ellen was truly mine. And although possessing her love, I knew that I wanted to offer her again and again to the many men who wanted her. And I knew that she would receive them gladly. We were made for each other.



Ellen and Joey Ch. 03



Joey became over time Ellen's regular lover, boyfriend, boy-toy. I'm not quite sure how he became such a regular presence in our lives, but their trysts became more frequent. Ellen managed it all beautifully for the most part, and positively glowed with delight at having both two men devoted to her. That was the most interesting change, as she laid down the law to Joey after his third visit. She told him that she would continue to see and sleep with him on a regular basis but only if he was sexually monogamous with her. She confessed to having feelings for him but the deciding issue was her health, and mine. Ellen knew from my account of his activities that Joey was something of a ladies' man and given that their sex had been bareback from the start, she wanted some assurance that he was going to be less generous with his cock moving forward.

Joey traveled a good bit with his work and told Ellen that as such it was difficult for him to find a girlfriend who would tolerate his frequent absences. So the arrangement she proposed was actually more than fine with him. I mean, what's not to like? He had the chance to plow Ellen on a fairly steady basis without her demanding more from him emotionally or otherwise than he could provide. So, he readily agreed.

At first I was rather glad that she had decided to have just the one outside lover. Joey was a known quantity and seemingly had no problems with my presence during their lovemaking sessions. I suppose I viewed him simply as a fuck-stick for Ellen and knew that she thoroughly enjoyed what he had to offer physically and sexually. And I appreciated that he knew when to leave, as he had made himself scarce the first few times with Ellen after he had busted his nut inside of her. While I felt more than a bit intimated by his endowment, youthful stamina, and virility, Ellen continued to reassure me that I was the man that she loved. And our sex life continued to be quite good; well, it was good for me at least.

We talked through the issue of Joey in depth and came to a fair understanding of this shift in our relationship. Ellen did caution me that if Joey became her steady lover, I had to be certain that I could handle his ongoing presence in her life and in her bed. Her episodic involvement with lovers prior to this had been of the one-off variety for the most part and fairly infrequent. While she made it clear that she did not nor ever could love him as she did me, she was a woman and was bound to have feelings for him. Basically, it was time for me to put up or shut up, because once I acquiesced to this new arrangement, she would be in charge of the relationship with Joey, not me.

She gave me several days to think it over. And I thought long and hard about what I might be getting into. Yes, I was captivated and intensely enjoyed watching Joey with Ellen. And, yes, I felt reasonably secure in her frequently expressed love for me. I suppose that in the best of all possible worlds, I would have retained the measure of control I had enjoyed previously in saying yea or nay to her having other lovers. And I did wonder if she would keep her options open to bringing other men to her bed. We had a long talk on the phone the following day after I had spent 24 hours digesting the ramifications of having Joey in her life on a more or less regular basis.

"You said that you had feelings for Joey," I said. "Do you love him?"

"Of course not," she replied quickly. "But I do enjoy being with him very much. This is not a romantic relationship, John, nor a dating one. But I do like him a lot. I mean, I can't and won't be seen out with him as I am with you. He knows that. I'm a mom and all of my friends and my son know you as my boyfriend. I won't risk having to do deal with wagging tongues if I'm seen with Joey. OK?"

"Yeah, okay, that makes sense." And it did make perfect sense. Ellen, despite her sluttish ways, was outwardly a conservative, respectable woman. She had long experience in managing lovers and knew better than I did how to bring this off.

"Joey knows never to park in front of my house or bother me when my son is with me. Trust me, he knows the rules and accepts them." Ellen giggled, "I think he'd actually agree to anything I demanded so long as he can continue to have me."

I had to laugh as well, as much from relief at knowing that she could in fact bring off having two lovers as from giving up any sense of managing their connection. It was all in Ellen's capable hands now.

"Besides," she cooed, "I think I rather like having two men devoted to me -- and faithful as well. Now, that's really something!"

"You're the goddess, babe."

"I really am, aren't I," she giggled. "Oh," she said, "Joey does want some alone time with me -- and I think I need a bit of that too with him. I promise not to let that interfere with our shared time, so is that okay with you?"

"I know you'll manage it fine, so, yeah, I can handle that. Just promise to tell me when you are with him and what you do...sexually. I mean, you know how I am about that stuff."

"I promise!" she replied quickly. "And there will still be times when the three of us are together. I told him that too was part of the arrangement."

I was relieved to hear that, as I had wondered. It all seemed to be so perfect. I was happy but more importantly, Ellen was happy. Well, she was more than happy, she was thrilled. She gets all bubbly when she's delighted and I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was excited about what was in store.

And I decided to just quit fretting over it. I was aware of a none too subtle shift in power, but here again, I was also rather relieved at not having to fuss with the arrangements any longer. But, there was no getting over the simple fact that I had surrendered a measure of power in my relationship with Ellen. And power is something that a man and a woman have to negotiate. And I had a vague notion about cuckoldry and wondered if I was going down that slippery slope. But I kept that somewhat distressing thought to myself, knowing that Ellen wouldn't quite get the notion. Her sexuality was too joyful and natural to understand an issue so convoluted. And I thought perhaps I ought to talk with Joey, but scratched that notion. He was not in any way the sort of man with whom I could share my feelings. Okay, so Joey was now to be her regular lover and I determined to let it go at that -- and just see how this played out over the next few weeks.

Ellen's son was more or less splitting his time between her and his father, which gave us more time together. The change was welcome. We got along well, but he was an adolescent and had more on his mind than his mother's boyfriend. Ellen was a good mother and the reality was that while she attended to her needs quite well, her son was her first priority. I knew and accepted that. I knew that she had always been disappointed that she did not have a larger family. The issue had been with her ex-husband and his initially less than enthusiastic embracing of fatherhood and its demands. He had proven over time to be a committed, if somewhat less than ideal father, but he did try and Ellen was satisfied that what he lacked in skill, he made up for in other areas. She never mentioned that she was both approaching the final few hours of her biological clock nor that I had neither the desire nor the juice to provide her with another child. Still, I did wonder if this issue would rear its head at some point in my relationship with her.

We both had a lot going on the following week, what with work and other commitments, and I was glad that we had a date for dinner on Wednesday when her son was scheduled to be with his father through the weekend. We always enjoyed these extended times when we could enjoy each other's company. Having more or less ceded control of Joey's role in her life and our life, and as she had not mentioned his name at all for the past few days, I had more or less put him out of my mind. We had talked of other things for the past few days and for that I was grateful. I assumed that Ellen would tell me when they were to be together and left it at that.

I showered after work and with a bit more than usual attention to my appearance, and then drove to pick my girl for a special dinner date. And when I knocked on the door, she answered and she had dressed perfectly. I was never more in love, or lust, with her standing before me, smiling and so full of joy. Ellen had opted for a simple, black dress, which fit her like a glove. It was not over-the-top in any sense but simple and showed that she required no special effort to look amazing. The shape of her full, perfect breasts was perfectly accentuated, even though her cleavage was well hidden. Ellen was always conscious that her thighs were full and athletically muscled, so rarely did she wear her skirts short, but her calves were trim and lovely. Damn, I'm trying to describe feminine beauty but words are inadequate. Think of physical female perfection, and you're there.

She kissed me and was ready in an instant as we drove to restaurant for a romantic dinner. And it was romantic. It's as if Joey didn't exist -- nothing existed except the two of us. We lingered over coffee after dinner and I was totally charmed that she was both my girl and my treasured companion at a magical dinner. The valet brought us our car and with old world elegance, I held her hand as she took her seat, checking out her legs of course as she sat down. I knew better than to try to assure her that what she saw as her physical 'downside' was in fact intensely attractive to me. Ellen's thighs were a marvel. She had been a track and field athlete, both in high school and college, and she still sported legs that could choke the air out of an NFL lineman. She thought them unfeminine but I thought them incredibly attractive -- no, more than that -- to me, they were her best feature. Well, okay, her breasts were world class and natural, but still, I love a woman with an athletic physique!

We were on our way back to her home, aglow with love and both of us expecting a nice, sweaty consummation of the evening, when her phone rang. I thought nothing of it at the moment but when she said, "Hi, sweetie," my heart sank. It damn sure wasn't her ex with an update on her son. It was Joey. She had a brief, animated, and flirtatious chat with him. I gathered that he had come back in town for a day before heading out to the west coast the next morning. Ellen glowed as she talked to him, glancing at me once and sending a kiss my way as she chatted with her lover. I was pissed, but what could I do but smile.

"Yes. okay," she chirped. And then a pause, "How nice. Sure. See ya in an hour or so. Muwah!"

Ellen put her hand on my thigh and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Joey's got an evening off. I thought he would be out of pocket until next week. So, I invited him over. Won't this be fun!?"

"Uh, yeah," I answered, my thoughts and emotions mixed. Okay, so there went my romantic evening alone with my girlfriend.

Ellen was instinctive as usual. "Hey, our evening has been so wonderful. Do you not want this? I thought it would excite you. Honest. Oh, bother, have I messed up?"

As always, her joy overcame my neuroses. "No, not at all," I answered, trying to hide my doubts. "I'm just slow to shift gears." And I was in fact excited that the evening had been ratcheted up a few notches. And what was she doing but giving me what she thought I wanted. I instantly felt better. Ellen softly rubbed my thigh and then playfully touched my crotch.

"Well, someone is excited," she giggled, feeling the erection which I was now sporting.

I moved my hand between her legs, touching her firm, pulpy, and now quite wet vulva. "And someone is as well!"

"I am such a slut," she said with delight. "I should be spanked!"

"Hmmmm, how about if I spank you if you're really, really bad with Joey?" I was now well out of my funk and anticipating the revelries to come.

"Okay," she said, continuing to be playful. "I have something special in mind for both of you."

"Really?" I said, turning to look at her as I pulled into her driveway.

"Just you wait, you naughty boy!" I want around to open her door as I always did -- ever the gentleman and ever wanting to check out her body as I helped her from the car. And I was rewarded for my gallantry with a quick but perfect few of leggy delight as her dress had pulled well up her legs.

She glanced at me. She knew. She damn well knew I was getting a cheap thrill and I was pleased that she had indulged me, not caring that she was self-conscious about her legs. The idle thought crossed my mind that it was a toss up whose thighs were more feral, hers or his. Both were like wild, prized animals in that respect. And an even more idle and furtive thought touched on what might result if they truly mated. I gave a quick shudder and decided to cool my heels watching a bit of television while she freshened up.

Left to my thoughts, I wasn't doing well. I needed an Ellen fix, so I wandered back to her bedroom and caught sight of her doing her makeup in the vanity in her bathroom. I kissed her on the neck and immediately drew in the freshness of her perfume. I'm damned if I know the name of that particular fragrance, but it was perfect for her. And like every other element of her physical presence, it was an element which had been well thought out over the years and which suited her to an absolute T. She was focused on her makeup, but when she popped her mascara into the drawer of her vanity, she turned her head to me and I moved to kiss her.

"Don't muss my lipstick, silly boy!" she laughed. "I want to look perfect for my two fellas." And I knew that she was sincere. Ellen always was hyper-conscious of her appearance and she knew that I appreciated it. I'm sure Joey did as well. And speaking of the horny devil, there was a knock on the back patio door as we sat together. Her bit-of-stuff had arrived. Ellen popped up and strode past me to the back door, turning to me just as she left the bedroom. "Give me a few minutes to say hello, okay? See you in the living room in a bit." She was glowing with real delight, obviously very pleased with Joey's arrival but I knew from her devilish grin that something else was afoot.

So, I did as I was told and just sat there and I didn't have to strain to listen as after a quick hello, they were obviously in each other's arms mugging down in a lustful embrace. I heard Ellen's laughter and Joey's as well; there was no doubting their genuine delight in each other's company. And the shift in the nature of their connection fully hit me. Joey was now a good bit more than her occasional lover, no longer a simple boy-toy to satisfy her carnal need for variety in men. They had in some way connected more intimately and it was in no small measure my fault. I actually was glad to give them some space to settle in to each other's company. While I thrilled to witness their mating trysts, it was quite another thing to be a third wheel to their social interplay. So I was content to cool my heels, though I did pick up snippets of their conversation, which was light and playful. They truly enjoyed just being together.

I heard the clinking of ice in glassware as they made themselves drinks. I couldn't think of a way to make a graceful or welcome entrance, so I just sat there alone with my very mixed emotions. Frankly I would have been glad if they just gotten down to business but they were in no rush and I heard them chatting away, punctuated by squeals of joyful laughter from Ellen, whose voice carried clearly. Joey's voice was deeper and more muffled, so I was thankfully spared the details of his chatter. This went on for something close to half an hour and every minute for me was somewhere between unsettling and agonizing.

They must have been well into the second round of drinks when the chatter stopped -- about time! My mind raced, imagining the pace and specifics of their foreplay, which I gathered was on her leather couch. Joey shared my fixation on Ellen's generous bosom, so no doubt he was helping himself to her exquisite breasts. And, also like me, he enjoyed the athletic, firm tone of her legs and I would have bet a month's salary that he was well into enjoying unfettered access to them and her treasure, which I knew was wet and ready. The muffled sounds of their preliminary lovemaking yielded to Joey's quite distinct moans of pleasure. Ellen no doubt was fellating Joey. The only question was whether they were now both completely naked or whether their hunger for each other's body took precedence over disrobing. I listened intently, finally moving like a thief in the night to the hallway so as to hear more clearly.

"Did you miss me," I heard Ellen say between slurps.

"God, yes. I had to have you tonight, baby."

"I missed you so much too and I wanted you just as much," she said in an uncharacteristically low, throaty voice. "I need your sex. My body craves you, Joey. All of me craves and wants you."

"You're my woman now," he moaned as Ellen resumed ministering to his cock with her soft, warm mouth. "I'm only going to be with you from now on."

"Mmmm, yes, that's how I want you to be. Be good to mama and mama will be good to you," and they both chuckled. And I wondered how and if I would fit into what was blossoming into a real love affair.

And then their bodies shifted as her heels click on the hardwood floor. "Here, let me help you," he said, obviously giving her a hand as she removed her dress. Ellen giggled.

"This damned dress is too tight!" she exclaimed.

"Your dress is perfect as always, baby. The only thing better is you naked."

"Like this?" she said.

"Yeah..." Joey said smugly. "But keep the heels on. They're hot."

Ellen sighed and then they were kissing again. No doubt Joey's balls were fair to bursting at this point but I waited until I was sure that he had entered her body. And I didn't have to wait long. I heard the unmistakable sound of his body slapping against hers and knew for a certainty that he had bent her over the couch and was savagely feeding his erection into her vagina. Ellen moaned audibly as she yielded completely to his repeated and lustful penetrations. For some reason I found the eroticism of my imagination to be more satisfying than actually witnessing their mating. As Joey continued to maul her willing pussy, I knew that she would orgasm soon, and right on cue, Ellen cried out as her pussy spasmed and her cervix dilated with the release her vigorous young lover provided. Joey was truly going to town on Ellen's naked, receptive body. I knew that by requiring his sexual fidelity, she must now provide him with regular release of his sexual energy; becoming his sexual receptacle and binding him to her. I knew I was in for both a world of pleasure and a world of hurt in the near and long-term future.

They were kissing now and whispering passionate endearments to each other. I heard the leg of the couch scratch on the hardwood floor as somehow they had pushed it out of position. Ellen's heels clicked on the floor and that, with a few muffled words, told me that Joey was repositioning Ellen for another round. I had thought perhaps that I had missed his orgasm and was kicking myself for hanging back for perhaps too long to bear witness to their lovemaking. But again there was some shuffling and I distinctly heard a sound that somehow was almost syrupy wet. Joey was ministering to Ellen's pussy in some way. The time had come to punch my ticket and take my seat.

My first sight of the two of them was an indelible one. I'll never forget it as long as I live. Joey and Ellen were standing at the far end of the couch, both naked and the living room was redolent of sex. She had turned her head and was kissing him passionately as he fondled, no mauled, her bare breasts. Not a word was spoken by any of us as I took my seat in an available chair and wondered when they would come up for air. Their kiss was languorous and intensely intimate. I can't imagine two people being more into each other and oblivious to anything else. I suppose I should have somehow been bothered or intimidated but the only random thought that crossed my mind was that I had lucked into box seats -- no, strike that -- I had entrée to the owner's suite for a marquee event. I was in voyeur's heaven and neither Ellen nor Joey so much as acknowledged me as I sat mesmerized by the spectacle of their lust for each other.




Ellen and Joey Ch. 03



Ellen naked is a different being from Ellen clothed. And as I've said before, she knew how to dress to flatter her figure. Her sense of style was impeccable. But sans clothes, she cut a different figure, one with which she had never been entirely comfortable. Yes, she was a strikingly beautiful woman and when her hair and makeup were perfect, she possessed model-like perfection. But naked and sated with lust, she transformed into an almost animal-like creature. Her breasts were full and had by some freak of nature maintained their natural lift, despite having borne a child and through the passage of the years. Though she was more than aware of their appeal, knowing full well how to dress to accentuate the womanly curves of her upper body, in her mind I think she regretted not being more slender overall. But had she been otherwise, she would not have had the physique of the true athlete, which in fact she had been and decidedly was even now. And with her body stripped of clothing, no man could mistake her wanton sexuality. Her loins were full, but without a trace of fat; with buttocks you could crack walnuts on. And her ultra-toned thighs tapered to utterly perfect calves, as if the animal of her loins once more became simply a woman. She had no equal in my mind, sexually or physically. I had no doubt that none of this was lost on Joey. He had cast his sexual bread on the water, knowing full well he was not likely to ever come across such a physical specimen as Ellen.

And, I have to say they were ideally paired, physically. Joey too was a specimen naked as well, with the physique of a rugby player or football linebacker. His thighs jutted out menacingly from his torso, deeply muscled and almost devoid of hair as was his upper body. He had the perfect Mediterranean copper skin tone, which I knew appealed to her. This accounted for the rather dark brown pigmentation of his cock, though his balls were a deeper, brown hue, tending almost to a dark gray. A breeder would have easily selected both of them as prime stock, and with that troubling thought, I saw Joey position Ellen in a rather unique way for their next round of lovemaking.

And then he looked at me, and I sickened as he told me in a glance that my days as her significant other were numbered. As she balanced on her left leg, he deftly placed her right leg on a chair, completely exposing her pussy. Standing behind her, I saw him work to find a good angle to penetrate her. And I could have sworn that he went out of his way to display his both his sexual equipment and his ownership of her pussy. Joey's cock was in and of itself both impressive and intimidating, and in my mind, almost ugly. Yes he was long and thick, but the standout feature was the varicosity of his cock, crisscrossed at it was by prominent veins, that fed blood into the tissue of his penis. It was to me a sexual weapon, fully loaded and menacing. Intimidated as always by his superior size, I now beheld the full measure of his distended, demanding cock as he positioned it near the entrance to her vagina. Ellen was totally lost in her desire, but after Joey had positioned her properly and thrust into her a few times, she looked at me, or rather through me with eyes glazed with pleasure. Joey was owning her. I knew it. He knew it. And quite obviously Ellen knew it as well. Her eyes were unfocused and otherworldly as he fed his cock into her. He had found some magic in this position and I had to bear silent witness to his sexual ownership of my precious girlfriend.

It wasn't the sight of the slow, rhythmic invasion of his penis into her vagina that captivated and disturbed me. It was rather the curious rhythm of his nut sac against her bare sex that I found to be visually awesome. Given their unusual position, Joey could not feed the full length of his cock into Ellen's pussy but as his pace quickened, his balls assumed an almost reciprocal rhythm to his thrusts, flopping out as he thrust into her, and then kissing her sex as he partially withdrew again. His left hand embraced her slender waist as his right hand roughly sought pleasure from her rounded breasts. Ellen was past the point of caring what Joey was doing to her, so long as he continued to do it. She moaned and cried out repeatedly as he helped himself to her fully exposed sex. Then, without warning, she wobbled on her high heels and a torrent of liquid spewed from her pussy. Oh god, Joey had made her squirt. I didn't know she could, but the force of the eruption of her orgasm pelted me with ribbons of her liquid release. Joey had to break rhythm to steady her as she wobbled on her heels. Her hair was mussed and her body glistened with sweat. She looked like a bitch in heat; no, she was a bitch in heat.

I realized then what Joey already knew -- I was sexually out of my league. He knew it. I knew it. Did Ellen think so as well?

I wanted to be someplace else -- any place other than where I was, sickened by the sight of a man literally taking my precious girlfriend from my life before my very eyes. But wiping away the leavings of her climax from my face, I was a helpless spectator to the final humiliation of the evening. Joey had first interrupted my romantic evening with Ellen. Then he had shown up and charmed her, in a way that I could not. Then he had fucked her. Now, I simply waited for him to nut inside of her. That would make my agony complete.

And mercifully, I think, I watched the unmistakable signs of his climax. Grasping her left thigh, Joey lifted her slightly so as to maximize the depth of his penetration into her vagina. And now, all but fully buried in her treasure, I witnessed the final and most distressing moment of my troubled evening.

For then, with one arm embracing her slender waist and the other cupping her breasts, Joey gave it up completely inside of my girl. And the visual was one that I will never forget -- ever. I had witnessed his seeding Ellen on four other occasions, but the view was occluded, the angle of their bodies blocking my view of the act of insemination. Now, I could witness his climax without obstruction. An inch or so of Joey's cock, now buried in Ellen's vagina, and his plump balls remained in view. His spermatic tube was clearly visible as it pulsed noticeably. I knew that single throb signaled his orgasm and the release of the first jet of his potent sperm into her vagina. And though I had never seen a man's sex in the act of release, I knew that it was both powerful and forceful as he gave up the contents of his brimming testicles into her body. Ellen was lost in lust, as was Joey. And I witnessed at least five more rhythmic pulses from the underside of his sex, each one an unmistakable release of his virility deep inside of my woman. And I looked with awe at his balls and knew that more so than his manly cock, it was the contents of his male sac that pleasured her so greatly -- and humbled me so miserably. If I live a hundred years, which I pray that I don't, I hope to never see a sight so raw and yet so degrading as Joey's insemination of Ellen that night.

And still they kissed, as Ellen turned to him, brimming with his seed, and found his mouth with hers. His spent penis plopped from her vagina, having done its filthy work. And, as they bonded with a kiss, a glob of Joey's liquid offering plopped unceremoniously to the hardwood floor. Well, I thought, that's fifty million or so sperm cells that'll die quickly enough, though I knew well enough that Ellen had certainly cum a second time and drawn an equal amount of his potency deep into her uterus. Whatever the head count, she was awash in the leavings of her once boy-toy. But I knew better than to suppose he was a mere plaything any more. Joey was well on his way to supplanting me. He knew that the right push would send me to the curb. But, I reassured myself; Ellen would have the final word on that.

So, I sat there like a bump on a log for a minute or two and then, still having some sense of pride, I made for the front door and exited quickly. Shit, what was I going to say or do after that? I felt physically sick as I walked as quickly as I could to my car, parked in front of her house. Just get me out of here! That was my only thought. I drove away and was a scant few miles from her house, when she texted me.

"Where are you? Are you okay?"

I thought at first to ignore her, but I was actually most relieved to hear from her. I had felt so incredibly disconnected watching them. I tried to play it cool.

"I'm fine. Just thought you two should have some space," I replied. I thought that was incredibly lame, but it was the best I could do.

"Call me tomorrow. I miss you and love you." Damn. Ellen always knew how to retrieve the situation. I melted instantly at the sign of her love. I almost wished I were back at her place and had the balls to face up to the two of them. But I didn't. I just wanted to go home.

And I sought oblivion in sleep, which thankfully came quickly. My dreams were fitful and troubling that night and groggy as I was, I nearly missed her call a bit before six the next morning.

"John, I am so worried about you. You just left without a word. I thought you wanted all of that last night. Are you okay?" Her concern was obvious and very welcome.

"Last night was, well, I don't know, difficult on me. I'm adjusting. Shit, I don't know. I just know that I love you."

"I love you so much, John. I just got carried away."

"Did Joey spend the night?" I asked, not really wanting to know.

"Yes, he just left. I thought that would be okay with you. He even asked if you were okay. I didn't know what to say or do. I'm so confused, honey."

"I am too," I admitted. "I need to see you."

"Let me shower and dress. Meet me at Del's in an hour." She sent me a welcome kiss over the phone. "I love you so much."

"Okay, see you at Del's." Was there ever such a woman? -- transforming from a wanton sexual beast to a loving, nurturing girlfriend in the blink of an eye?

And, of course I got there fifteen minutes ahead of time, just to be sure that I could take in her beauty as she walked in. And she looked as shiny as a new penny, all smiles as she strode towards me. No one could guess that she had been fucked senseless last night and no doubt off and on through the wee hours of the morning. I wish I could have dispelled the tortured thought that even as she walked with a smile towards me, that Joey's seed was mindlessly seeking her defenseless egg in the countless tens of millions. I wished I could share my fears and desires fully, but she would not understand. Hell, I'm not sure I understood it all myself.

She glowed with female energy and yielded fully to my embrace. She smelled of perfumed sweetness, with not a hint of the musky scent I had detected the night before. She was once again my girl and I felt safe and secure once more. Ellen was the model of a caring, loving girlfriend and was neither intrusive nor distant as she offered her love to me. We ordered a bite to eat and without her bidding, I came clean.

"I couldn't handle watching you with Joey last night. The two of you together...," I struggled to find the words.

"I know. I wanted it to be everything you ever wanted, but I know it was over-the-top. I felt bad. I feel bad now. Oh, god, what I put you through, John! That wasn't what I wanted."

"It'll be okay, really." I said with conviction. "Maybe it'll be better if you just be with one or the other of us alone in the future. I felt, so, well, small watching him with you. It's different now."

"We'll make it work. We will." Her smile melted all doubts and resistance from me. I loved this woman so much that it hurt. She could have torn me to shreds with a word, but instead she saw my pain and sought to heal my hurt. No man could ever hope to find such a woman. Maybe that was the real issue here -- I felt unworthy. But that was my torment and I didn't want it rub a raw spot in my relationship with her.

She saw me smile. "There, okay, that's better. Just give it time, babe. The three of us will make it all work." So, it was now the 'three of us'. Well, okay, that was a hurdle I had to cross. And I would.

"I need your body, Ellen. So much."

"It's yours. And Joey is on a plane, so let's go back to my house and let's just reconnect." And so we did. Her morning shower and preparations had seemingly removed all traces of what Joey had inflicted on her the night before. She melted into my arms. Ellen didn't question the reason for my uncharacteristically prolonged oral servicing of her sex. Did she know I was driven thus to find and taste traces of Joey's leavings? But we did make love -- tenderly and repeatedly all day. I was blissfully content. I asked her to reserve the Saturday two weekends hence for a corporate function. I wanted to show her off.

"Joey has already asked me to take a long weekend with him then. I said yes." Ellen's tone was almost casual. "You had told me you would be out of pocket that weekend, so I didn't think it would be a problem. Is that okay?"

"Uhm, yeah, sure. Where are you two going?"

"Vegas. It should be fun." And she saw that I was becoming my usual grumpy self. "Oh, don't be such a pisspot! You know I'll tell you everything! Besides, you know I can't be seen with him around here. We both just wanted some time together." And as I looked at her sweet smile, I knew really it would all be okay. Ellen always made everything okay. And I learned that, given his schedule, that would be the first time they would be together since last night; that would be even more okay! I had two weeks of Ellen all to myself -- joy! I determined to put Joey and his demands on my woman out of my mind. She was mine - at least for now -- for two weeks -- at least until Vegas and a 'long' weekend the would share together. Though I tended to fret about issues in the long-term, I told myself that I would put every ounce of my love and energy into Ellen in the short-term until two weekends hence.

And I did -- knowing full well that the love I offered might not be enough. I already had signs that the sex we shared wasn't making the grade. The thought of losing her was distressing. And I had no one to blame but myself if and when that happened.



Ellen and Joey Ch. 04



It was rather nice to have Joey out of town for the better part of two weeks after their torrid mid-week lovemaking session. I learned quite quickly that having him out of town and having him out of her life were two quite different things, as he proved to be a very attentive boyfriend, constantly calling, e-mailing, texting, and twice sending her flowers. Ellen was very pleased that Joey was proving to be an attentive and apparently monogamous suitor. All of this really came as an unwelcome development. I had trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that a horny, partier like Joey would be so enamored of Ellen. There was the 12-year difference in age, for one, plus she had a son and while she had independent means, she couldn't be expected to participate in the lifestyle of a young, single, corporate type.

But these issues were apparently not deal-breakers for either of them. I mean, it was dawning on me just how prime Ellen was, a catch for any man at any age. She was incomparably beautiful, of course, and highly, perhaps too highly, sexed. And she was more than well off financially. And, it was dawning on me that she had business and social ties to the world to which Joey aspired. There were no upgrades to be had. Ellen offered everything a man could want in a woman. I knew this of course but as the light went off in my head, I realized that the real reason Joey had been so quick to agree to a monogamous relationship with Ellen had less to do with the sex and everything to do wanting her as a life partner. I had seriously underestimated Joey. To me he was a toy; a highly skilled, youthful, and vigorous lover who had performed his role well with two of the women I dated, but who was in the end a disposable pleasure. But he was a clever, ambitious man and in his own way, as desirable a catch as Ellen. I was mentally kicking myself for being so obtuse.

Ellen and I shared a week of rather typical contact after Joey had left on his extended business trip, with daily phone calls, texts, and two visits. We made love twice and both times when I beheld her naked body, I was instantly aroused. Knowing that Joey also knew her raw beauty and enjoyed the charms of her body made me wild with the need to reclaim her as my own. And though Ellen was responsive to my impassioned lovemaking, I was unable on both occasions to bring her to a climax, something Joey did with distressing ease. The second time we made love, I was for some reason conscious that my penis did not and could not reach and press against her cervix as Joey could do with ease. Indeed he had to hold back an inch or so when he was inside of her in certain positions as otherwise he would cause pain and discomfort to her internally. And both times the joy of my release as I came inside of her was almost immediately dulled by the thought that my ejaculate was sterile, devoid of the teeming tens of millions of sperm cells that Joey could and did release into her sex. And as deflating as that bit of reality was, I had to admit that it was also intensely exciting for me to know of a certainty that Joey was regularly and deeply inseminating her, as I could not.

As we lay together in bed after making love, I wanted desperately to share my thoughts, fears, and desires with Ellen. And I realized that there was no reason why I shouldn't. I loved her, trusted her, and in a way she was my best friend. And friends listen and allow you to be yourself. I resolved to just open up to her about the situation with Joey when the phone rang.

"Hi baby," she chirped into the phone as she smiled with obvious delight. "I'm doing fine. I'm here with John. We're hanging out this evening." Yeah, and both of us are naked in bed, I thought smugly. "What are you up, naughty boy?!"

"Really? That would be great. When do you come in? For how long?" Damn. I thought he would be gone for a full two weeks. There was an extended silence.

"Yes, I can see you tomorrow. I'll just have his father keep him an extra day. "Shouldn't be a problem. I miss you too. Love you!" I could hear the joy in her voice even as I gazed on her lovely ass and gently stroked her breast as she lay on her side. She didn't take any notice as I did so.

They chatted for a few minutes as Joey apparently shared some of the details of his trip and Ellen talked about the mundane happenings of her week. They were a truly loving, happy couple. I suppose it was that phone call, more than watching them sexually coupling, which made my decision. She was in no hurry to end the call, taking obvious pleasure in connecting with him. Ellen smiled in my direction a few times which I greatly appreciated. She was entirely without shame or guile, talking with her lover in my presence, and for that simple quality I could not but love her even more. Her animated joy at hearing from her lover was genuine. I was surprised that I didn't feel angry or threatened. I actually felt relieved.

"Joey's coming into town for the weekend before he heads back out. His boss said he needed to have a few days off. He could have stayed in New York, but he wanted to come back to be with me. That's so sweet!"

"Yeah," I answered numbly. "So, what's the plan?"

And then she hesitated, biting her lip a bit. I wondered what was up.

"Would you mind if Joey and I went out together, you know, as a couple this weekend? I want to get past this whole deal of just having him just coming to my house so secretly, though the back door. I think it's time, don't you?"

And I couldn't but agree. There was no reason to be secretive any more. Joey was her boyfriend. I wasn't sure what I was any longer, but for once I decided to lay down my own rules.

"Ellen, you know that I love you."

"And I love you too. You know I do. What's up with you?"

"I know that love me, I mean, I really do. You're my best friend as well. So we need to talk, or rather I need to talk to you about this whole situation. OK?"

"I love you and you're my best friend too. I don't know what I would do without you. You can tell me anything." I melted with relief and knew in that instant I had nothing to fear.

"I'm jealous of Joey. No, that's not quite right. I mean, I'm sort of intimidated by him."

"He hasn't said anything to you, has he? Or been mean to you? I won't stand for that!" I was taken aback a bit by her intensity. I had not expected her to be so protective of me but she was and her caring warmed me.

"No, I don't talk with Joey and he's said nothing mean to me. But, look, I'm a guy. I know that he charms you. And I know that you, well, you know, have feelings for him. Do you love him?"

She didn't answer immediately, looking at me questioningly, but she was an honest woman, so I didn't have to wait long for her reply. "I do love Joey now; very much. You know that didn't happen right away, but love just happens. It doesn't change my feelings for you. I don't know, you just offer me something different – maybe better, but I love you as well. Oh god, don't leave me John," and she teared up. "I'd be lost without you. What a mess I've made of this!" It grieved me to see her so upset, so I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her.

"Ellen, you're the love of my life. You're my best friend. I want what is best for you – that's how much I love you. I will always be there for you – always." And then she cried, trembling in my arms. I held her close and stroked her hair, offering her solace and caring in my embrace. I think it was in that moment that I really got it, you know, what really mattered to me. "I will never leave you."

She looked up adoringly at me and said, "You are the most amazing man. I love you so much." And she smiled that Ellen smile, and I was smitten – she had me, forever. And emboldened, I broached my unspoken fears.

"But I'm a man and I know that while I adore being with you sexually, Joey is a better lover. He is. I mean, he is, isn't he?"

She nestled in my arms and whispered her reply. "Yes, he is, but what does that matter?"

"It matters to me, sweetie. I'm a guy. But I can live with that as long as I know that you love me."

And then she perked up. "You're the most amazing man. You allow me to have my pleasures and yet you still love me." She snuggled against me, closer than ever. "I wonder if Joey will."

"I don't know, babe. I do know that you need to be who you are. Either he gets that or he doesn't. You have to be in charge."

And then she gave me a curious, inscrutable look, and said, "You can count on that." And, in some convoluted way, I was incredibly pleased. Whatever Joey might offer her sexually; Ellen would never let him own her. She would live her life on her own terms and if that meant having other lovers, he would have to deal with that, as I did and as her ex would not. Joey, despite his alpha nature, would have to toe the line. That pleased me immensely.

And then I surprised even myself. "Allow me to your knight, Ellen – your protector, your devoted lover. But allow me to do that chastely. Allow me to love you that way. Being sexual with you is so difficult for me now, desiring you but knowing I cannot pleasure you as Joey can. Or as your other lovers can. I know that's a bit strange, but it's how I want it."

And to my surprise, she got it. "Yes, I can and will do that. Men are so strange, but I do think I understand that." She became quiet and then said, "Are you sure you want that? I will always have other lovers but I would not deny you my body. I'm a woman and that's how I am."

I knew in an instant that somehow, in her denying me her sex, I had found my place. "Yes, that's how I want it. But I still need your touch and to touch you. If I thought I could never embrace your body as I am doing now, I would wither and die." And I meant it.

"You can always do that, John." She sighed and said, "Was there ever a woman who is as happy as I am right now?" And she fell asleep in my arms. And for the first time in my life, I was content. And truthfully, she was as well. I think that in a way she was glad to be relieved to no longer have to provide for my sexual needs. I don't know what the term is for a man like me; perhaps I was a cuckold. I didn't care. I only cared that Ellen had declared her devotion to me and I had done the same for her. And I was actually glad that I no longer had to feel that I had to compete with Joey sexually, knowing it was a competition I could never win.

Joey came to town as promised and I gave them their space. Ellen was true to her word and provided me with some detail of their intimacies that weekend. I knew that they had bonded deeply. I also knew that he had fucked her senseless for two days, but what did that matter? Ellen saw to my needs and allowed me to be her devoted friend, calling and texting me several times. She shared it all with me Sunday after he had left to return to New York and his business.

"He's mine," she said almost matter-of-factly Sunday evening. "I don't entirely trust him, mind you, but seems devoted to me." She giggled. "And, he was just wild to have me!"

"Oh, baby, that is so hot!" I said with great pleasure. "I mean, he flew all that way just to be with you."

"I know, isn't that amazing? And, John, he really made me so happy. He loves me and I love him. It was nice to go out with him and not worry who saw me."

"So, did anyone you know see you with him?" I really did wonder.

"Well, yes, a few of my friends did. Jack, my ex's business partner came up to our table at the restaurant and chatted with us. I'm sure he told Lee afterwards about Joey. Isn't that funny?"

"I'm glad that you don't have to hide any more. Just don't tell anyone about what happened to us, please?"

"Oh, I won't. It's none of their business anyway. But I did like being seen with Joey."

"So, what's next?"

"Well, we go to Vegas next weekend and I am so psyched! We're going to have an amazing time there. I can't wait!" It delighted me to know that she was so energized about being with her lover.

"You know that I will want to know everything, baby. I am so happy for you!" And I meant it.

"Come over on Wednesday, John. I need time with you."

"Absolutely!"

And we had the most amazing evening on Wednesday. We went out to dinner and as always, Ellen looked totally amazing. Any man would kill to have a woman like her on his arm. I felt proud. I only thought once or twice that this gorgeous female specimen at my table had only a few days before been on her back with another lover. I couldn't help that – it's the way that I am put together. I spent the night at her home, in her bed, and although we slept naked in each other's arms, I didn't enter her body. I truthfully didn't want to. Her body rightfully belonged to Joey but the tenderness I enjoyed in caressing and loving her was something altogether different and better. We talked and talked, content with our love for each other, enjoying the incomparable intimacy of our deep, intimate friendship and love. I was never so happy as holding her naked in my arms as we dozed, no longer feeling the useless need to compete with Joey sexually. I had found my place and was entirely content; and my place, though submissive, gave me strength. Several times I have to admit being aroused knowing that the precious woman next to me still carried Joey's sexual leavings in her body. And she thankfully didn't pull away when my hands sought to touch and explore her precious sex.

Ellen had an amazing weekend with Joey in Las Vegas. She phoned me several times and with innocent joy told me of the delights of their time together – the shows, the lights, and of course, the frequent lovemaking. She was so obviously in love with him and I couldn't have been more pleased to know that she was experiencing the joys of romantic and passionate love with her younger, more assertive, and highly passionate new boyfriend. Ellen said that Joey had been surprisingly romantic and affectionate with her throughout the weekend, beyond the sex. This didn't surprise me at all. I knew full well that he wanted more from her than her willingness in the bedroom. He wanted to marry her. In some random way, I suppose I took some pleasure in knowing I had brought them together.

We talked Monday evening when she returned and of course when she asked to see me, I came over straight away.

Ellen was not her usual bubbly, confident self however when I arrived. Her son was upstairs in his room studying, and our getting together when he was in house was frankly a bit of a surprise as she was usually very guarded about her time with him. She met me at the front door with a warm kiss and embrace. And, yes, she looked amazing. Ellen had that rare quality of always and in every situation, being a vision. And I melted as we reconnected in that moment. And I needed to reconnect with her, knowing as I did that she had received the full vigor of Joey's sexing only a few days before. She seemed troubled as we went to her living room where she made me a drink.

I played it very cool, giving her time and space to tell me what was on her mind. We sat and chatted for a minute or two before she got to the business at hand.

"Joey wants to marry me, John."

"No surprise there," I said flatly.

"Well, it surprised me. He kept telling me last weekend, over and over, that he wanted to marry me. Where did that come from?" Ellen was genuinely surprised and quite obviously seeking my advice.

And so I told her. I told her that beyond her beauty and sexuality, that she offered a man a quality of life and connections that few other women could. I laid it all out for her, somewhat surprised that she did not get Joey's stated wish to marry her.

"But, why would he want to marry me, for goodness sake? I mean, I'm more than ten years older than he is. And, do you know what, he told me that he wanted to have a child with me! He could have his pick of women his age. So, why me?"

"Because he knows, babe, that you offer more than any woman his own age could." And I meant it. "You're beautiful, sexual, wealthy, and connected socially. He wants you to bear his child to tie you to him."

"I've thought about that. I do want another child. You know that." She bit her lip, obviously in deep thought. "I don't trust him entirely though. I wonder if it's all about the money and my lifestyle and not about me. I've never trusted men for that reason. Of course, you're the exception." And she kissed me sweetly on my cheek and then embraced me, seeking my loving support.

"You'll find your way in all of this, Ellen. But, why not with him? You only have a few more childbearing years left. And you do love him. And I'm sure that if you do decide to marry, your attorneys can protect you."

"I do love him. And I have thought about having another child." There was the longest silence on the phone and my heart was in my throat waiting for her to tell me more. "But, John, I don't want another man to own me like Lee did when I married him. I do want Joey's child, but he's as possessive of me as Lee was. A part of me wishes I could just have another child on my own terms."

And I thought carefully about how to respond. Jeez, here was the love of my life considering whether or not to allow another man to marry and impregnate her. But even in my agony over that possibility, I responded in love.

"You can't have his child without marrying him, Ellen. You know that as well as I do. If you want a child by Joey, that's your only option. You have too much to lose socially and otherwise to consider anything else." I waited a few seconds before asking the question that truly agonized me. "Do you want to marry him?"

"I don't know. I really don't." Her answer was immediate. "I do think sometimes he just wants my money and my social standing. How can I know, John? I just know I ache for him, want him, and want to give him everything I have to offer. Oh, goodness, I don't know what to do!" she said in anguish.

I so loved this woman, even knowing that the topic at hand was whether she would agree to be bred by another man, and perhaps even marry him. I didn't care. She needed me.

And we held each other and talked for hours, about her needs, not mine. I didn't care – I just wanted to feel her body against mine and smell the sweetness of her hair and enjoy, if only chastely, the warmth of her breasts against my body. I loved her so much, even as she told me of her passionate love for Joey, and, most tellingly, of her most secret desire to carry his child. Ellen was deeply conflicted, loving him, but not willing to sacrifice her independence to him as she had done when she was married. I knew the answer.

"You are near the end of your childbearing years, Ellen. I can't give you a child. Joey certainly can. You love him. So, you should have a baby with him. Marry him, as you must, but don't you ever, every let him dictate to you how to live you life. You will lose yourself if you do."

"Oh, god, you are so right," she said looking up to me. "What would I do without you, John? I wish I could have your baby, not his." And that cut right through me. Though she was trying to love to me in saying that, I felt completely deflated. I couldn't give her what she so desperately needed – a child from the product of love. Only Joey could do that. And that ambitious, self-serving bastard would no doubt give her just that. He might marry her – he would almost certainly breed her – but she was still my precious girl. And I smiled inwardly thinking I would bring another man to her bed, so that Joey would know the torment that I felt right now.

Joey pressed his marital suit vigorously over the next few months. He understood that he would need to ingratiate himself with her son if he was to be successful, and with his considerable charm, he did so. William looked up to him in a way, though I'm sure that he was a bit confused at first as to where Joey and I fit into his mother's life. In time he accepted, as did Ellen's other friends, that Joey was her boyfriend. Ellen was tickled by the reaction of many in her social circle to her having 'landed' such a handsome, younger lover. While some were appalled, I think that most of her married female friends were in fact envious that she had what it took to bring such a prime male specimen to her bed. I know for a fact that she shared more than a few details of Joey's bedroom skills with her best friend Amanda, who at first questioned her why she had 'dumped' me for another man. Ellen's explanation that she and I were just 'friends' now did not satisfy her. Amanda had always liked me, knowing for a certainty that I was devoted to Ellen. I'm sure she thought that Ellen had hurt me, thinking that her caprice with Joey was nothing more than the fling of a middle-aged woman.




Ellen and Joey Ch. 04



She phoned me soon after learning that Ellen had gone 'public' with Joey. She was concerned for both of us, but she was also obviously fishing for more information. Amanda was a get-to-the-point, no nonsense woman. I sometimes pitied her poor husband, who was no match for her robust personality.

"Okay, so what happened between the two of you?" she asked bluntly. "I know that Ellen has her appetites, but she's made a big mistake in dumping you for this boy-toy Joey."

"Amanda, Ellen didn't dump me. We've talked this through and found a new direction for our relationship."

"You know, Lee wouldn't stand for her ways, don't you? And you shouldn't either. You're good for her. Don't give me this 'new direction' bullshit. Do you love her or don't you? If you do, you need to get her back. This is just another of her flings. Trust me on this. I know Ellen. She's let her sex drive get the best of her again."

And the thought occurred to me that maybe she was right. Maybe Joey was in fact just another fling for Ellen and I was a fool for allowing and encouraging her to ratchet up their connection – allowing, hell, I had instigated all of this. Of course there was no way I could tell Amanda that. I felt terribly uncomfortable talking to her with that terrible, unspoken truth weighing on me. I danced around the issue.

"Look, Amanda, just between you and me, my sex life with Ellen wasn't what it should be." There was some truth to that.

"Oh, don't give me that, John. She loves you. And I know that that meant more to her than the sex, as well it should. I know more than you think that I know about what went on between you two. You might not have rocked her little sexual world like some of the other men she's been with, but she was okay with that. Don't tell me that's what undid all of this!"

"Would it help if I told you that I love her unconditionally? I mean, I know you like me and I am appreciative that you think that I am good for her, but you don't know everything about us. Just know that in my own way, I am and always will be devoted to her. Isn't that enough?"

"Where are your balls, John?" she replied with some venom.

"Snipped," I answered. And I let that sink in.

And there was dead silence on the line. Amanda finally understood at least some measure of the truth. I was sterile. And she knew that Ellen wanted another child. Now at least she knew that I could not provide that.

"I see. Or I think that I see." I didn't reply. "I don't understand you two. But if you love her, do your best to see that she doesn't make a fool of herself. Protect her."

"You can count on that. And she knows that too."

"I can't say I get all of this. You seem just hunky-dory that she is sleeping with this Joey. Well, I guess, that's your business and hers. I will tell you this – she'll be devastated if you start seeing anyone else."

"I won't. I mean, what's the point? Loving Ellen is all that I want."

"Even if she is sleeping with Joey?"

"Yes, even though she's sleeping with Joey. Now, just let it alone, okay?"

Amanda finally relented. I want to think that she did so because perhaps she had secrets of her own and knew more than she let on about having a submissive man in her life. And that was her bland, long-suffering husband. For that reason, I was dying to tell her more of the details of the connection that Ellen and I shared, but I dared not do so. But I hoped that Ellen would. Amanda would be a great confidante if she knew and accepted the more salacious details of the relationship triangle in which Ellen, Joey, and I were enmeshed.

I told Ellen about my conversation with Amanda, including my desire to share more fully the details of the strange journey we were all on. Surprisingly, Ellen encouraged me to do so. She trusted Amanda and I think was glad that through me, she could more completely share with her trusted friend. And I soon learned that Amanda had a lover, though she played her cards close to the vest. I can't say that I was surprised, given the supine nature of her husband. I understood that in a way. Sometimes a man had no choice but to yield to the primacy of the needs of a beautiful, dominant woman. With Ellen's encouragement, I shared with Amanda the specifics of our history with Joey. She was surprisingly accepting, though still somewhat aghast at my complicity in all of this. She didn't like or trust him though, and I did like that – a lot. And she still thought the world of me. Perhaps she wished that her husband would have my sensibilities. I mean, both of us were submissive, but he was entirely too passive. And I knew that there was a difference.

Amanda asked me a lot of questions about Joey and I gave her the specifics of how I had brought him to Ellen's bed and then had lost control. She was fascinated. I know that she wished that she could have the same measure of control of the two men in her life that Ellen did. The three of us just became a good deal closer because of this sharing. We trusted each other. We had to – we knew too much to do otherwise. It gratified me immensely that Amanda envied Ellen, living her life so openly with both a vigorous alpha-male stud as her lover, and the more tender, giving affection that I offered. The three of us bonded quite deeply as a result of this open sharing. I was never quite so happy as when we would share coffee or a meal together and openly discuss the events and drama of the web of sex and love in which we all were a part.

Ellen stayed elusive to some extent to Joey's determined pursuit of her as a marriage partner. Several times she allowed me to witness their lovemaking, something that I knew no longer gratified Joey in any way, as he clearly wished me out of her life. But Ellen knew my needs and saw to them as often as she could reasonably be expected to do so. The most special times though were when she could call me after he had finished with her and had gone home. Then, I had the exquisite pleasure of having her naked in my arms and to sleep next to her. I would invariably go down on her and savor the acrid taste of Joey's cum leaking from her treasure. Ellen would almost certainly have allowed me to add to the liquid inside of her, but I no longer did. It would have in some way violated my deeper desire to yield completely to her more feral need for Joey's virility. I was entirely content to enjoy access to the other charms her body offered. I never tired of enjoying the fullness of her breasts or the delight of touching and caressing her lovely legs. Even as I lay next to her at night and felt the firmness of her high, tight, firm buttocks, I no longer had any desire to penetrate her. I was content that she allowed me the intimacies that she did. And I wanted no other woman, a point on which Ellen questioned me repeatedly. I don't think that she ever quite accepted that I was both unwilling and perhaps unable to be with another woman. I did my best to assure her of my unwavering fidelity. I suppose that it is difficult for any woman to understand the degree to which a man's devotion can compel him.

Ellen in time yielded to Joey's persistent suit, agreeing to marry him with certain stipulations. I know that in a fit of pique and independence, she had contacted one of her previous lovers, Rick, and had spent the night with him. And she had told Joey. He didn't like it but in the end he learned, as I had, that Ellen was very much her own woman and would do as she pleased. I was delighted that she had been with Rick. This act of defiance pleased me as much for the wanton assertion of her independent sexuality as for its effect on Joey. She kept me in line through love, but she kept Joey in line through more stringent methods. But even so, I had no doubt that he was deeply in love with her and would move heaven and earth to make her his wife. And he did. And I knew that she was passionately in love with him, though she would love him on her terms, not his.

I knew that women had a deep sense of their biological clock but the reality of Ellen's ticking timepiece hit me when she matter-of-factly told me that a month before her wedding that she had had her IUD removed. She wanted another child by Joey and was not willing to waste even a single month to that end. Ellen kept me more or less informed about their lovemaking and I knew that Joey was regularly making love to her in the time leading up to their wedding. Ellen was in fact rather wearing him out in that respect, taking him at every opportunity. We always found time to get together at least for coffee or a meal and each time I was with her, I had to take a moment to realize and accept that when I did, she was always brimming with countless millions of his viable sperm cells. And she was no longer protected from the onslaught of the baby-making product of his testes. She gently but pointedly let me know that it would not be appropriate for me to share her bed any longer – a decision I understood and accepted. But I couldn't help but look with longing at her body when we were together, knowing that for the present I could do nothing but look. Only Joey now knew the pleasures of her flesh.

I'd like to think that she was already carrying his child when she married him that day. But I really never knew. Perhaps his seed found its target on their wedding night. It really didn't matter. Ellen had been impregnated and now carried Joey's child. Amanda was there with me and we sat together during the brief, private ceremony. I'm sure she wondered what must have been going through my mind, watching the love of my life give herself to another man. But she knew the truth of my feelings for Ellen and if it had not been for her comforting presence, I'm not sure how I would have managed it all. Joey now had her in the way that he had always wanted and truthfully, I was envious of their obvious passion and love for one another.

Ellen's body swelled with the product of Joey's virility over the next nine months. She was over-the-top thrilled to be an expectant mother again. Joey proved to be a good, loving husband, apparently content to settle into a more domestic life with her. Ellen thankfully maintained her connection with me, though she never again offered me access to her body. Yes, there were times when I felt low knowing that she had been bred by another man, but I always hid my distress, knowing that she would be grieved if she had known by true, anguished feelings. Only Amanda knew of my pain, and she was a loving, comforting presence. I think that in a different reality that she too would have wanted a child by her lover, but she had too much to lose had she done so. In our distress and sadness, we bonded, joined by the sharing we had offered one another and by our love for Ellen.

Ellen gave birth to a daughter just about nine months after her marriage. I'm certain that tongues were wagging about how quickly she had conceived after marrying her younger man. People are just that way, and frankly I can't blame them for whispering about the obvious potency of Ellen's new husband. And it wasn't a year later when she was once more carrying his child, another daughter. She was overjoyed. Joey had more than fulfilled his requirements as both husband and stud, and to the best of my knowledge he never strayed, nor did she. His career rocketed on an upward trajectory with the combination of his natural talents and her contacts. She was supremely content, so how I could not be happy for her? There were times when I wished that I could have found another woman with whom I was so happy, but it was not to be. Ellen always found time for me and even occasionally shared some of the details of her abiding sexual delight with her young, vigorously satisfying husband, but truthfully I had found my soul mate in Amanda. She had gathered in both my submission and my abiding need to love a powerful, sexual woman. Though I wanted a life with her, I understood that her husband had too much to offer her in other ways for her to ever leave him. The same could be said for her lover. They were both a presence in her life and, given who I am, I simply accepted that simple reality and was glad that I could enjoy her in some measure.

I think that Ellen is glad for both of us, really. And I do hope that someday Amanda will be my wife. But I'm a realist. I have neither the resources her husband offers nor the sexual skills of her lover. But I am content to be accepted for who I am and for what I do offer her. We're the closest of friends. And, like Ellen, Amanda is a woman who knows how to get what she wants from the men in her life.