3 comments/ 12251 views/ 2 favorites My Duel Relationship By: daveman71 Conservative... that's how they describe me. Conservative in politics, conservative in my work, conservative in the way I raise my children, conservative in my respect for my marriage vows. So what transpired with you... well, I'm still processing it. It aroused something in me I did not think was possible. Something far from conservative. I'm a counselor. I've spent my life helping people. It's such a thrill to be invited into the secret parts of people's lives to uncover their hidden motivations and fears. I do this well. But no counselor is without his own demons and fears. We are taught from early days of school to seek full awareness of these weaknesses, for if unexamined, they can twist and distort the counsel we provide, often without any conscious awareness of this fact. I'm aware of these shortcomings. But it was one particular shortcoming that led me to you. I am strongly attracted to the opposite sex. Most men do, I realize. But my ferocious appetite often goes unfulfilled. This can be troublesome, and often torturous, for women are usually the first to seek my counsel. A suffocating marriage or a neglectful husband... these are usually the circumstances that draw us into the counseling room. It's not uncommon for these women to dress in a slightly more provocative way than they usually do. Their husbands have bruised their spirits, damaged their confidence, or driven them some level of sexual dysfunction. Hence the problem. It's called "projection." The client projects either their bitterness and anger (on the negative side) or their hopes and dreams (on the positive side) upon their counselor. Many a time, I've been treated as if I'm the abusive father the woman once feared or "just another lousy man" like the man they married. That happens, but more often than that, the counselor – draped in the appearance of wisdom and the adornment of degrees – is treated as king, as the ideal man that the woman desires her husband to be. After all, they think, the counselor listens, but my husband does not. The counselor cares, but my husband does not. The counselor understands, but my husband does not. Reverse projection happens too. The counselor can project onto the client something he wishes for himself. Such is what happened with you. All of this is quite a rush. The attention and adoration paid to me by these women is intoxicating. In the office, with my white shirt and conservative tie, with legs crossed and a pose of concern on display, I become the man they always wanted. But this can be dangerous. In a moment that first revealed this issue, I once bought into the manipulations of one woman who convinced me of some things about her marriage that, in hindsight, did not add up. Any decent counselor would have seen this. But she was incredibly beautiful. She had a short black skirt, perfectly toned legs that were crossed towards me in a way that makes me weak, and an amazing neckline that revealed enough to make me want so much more. Several times she spotted my gaze. The slight upward curve of her lips revealed her delight. She had me right where she wanted. I was so disturbed by this failure... and even more disturbed wondering how many times I had fallen for this before... that I sought the counsel of my friend Jeff. Jeff and I had met in graduate school. We both had just married the summer before our first class together. Jeff and I were hardly the distinguished gentlemen we are now. Back then, we were immature after our time. We would skip class, cram for tests at the last minute, and party with our new brides on the weekend. We had known each other on such an "unprofessional" level for all these years that the few times we had actually contacted each other for "professional" advice, it seemed quite awkward. We wondered if we could actually pull off a serious conversation, but we always did. We knew the seriousness of our profession, and we knew each other well enough that neither of us could bull shit the other. So why talk to anyone else? Which is why I stopped by Jeff's office several months ago. My failure to rise above the attraction of women to give objective and meaningful advice was threatening my calling as a counselor. I needed to get this straight. Meeting in Jeff's office was too formal for us, so we met over a couple of six inch subs and sandwiches at a local dive. We caught up quickly on our kids, our practices, and swapped a few client stories, as we often enjoyed trying to "one up" each other. After the small talk was over, Jeff entered into therapeutic conversation. "Why did you want to see me?" I spent several minutes skirting the issue, talking about how much I love my wife, how beautiful she is, and how I want to be with her the rest of my life. Jeff interrupted, not as a counselor, but as a friend. "Are you fucking around on Kelly?" "Hell no!" I said. I shook my head trying to collect my thoughts. "No, you're getting the wrong idea. I'm just...." "Just say it, Colin." "I'm losing my objectivity." "Your objectivity?" "With women," I say. I begin telling Jeff the effect women have on my ability to give clear counsel, how a short skirt can melt my mind, how the scent of a women causes me to miss what the client is saying as fantasies replace the clear thoughts that once were there. Jeff's response is quick, "That's easy. You masturbate." I laugh, thinking we're back to the days of graduate school banter. But he's not laughing. "I'm serious, Colin," Jeff says with a straight face. "You know how it is. We guys have two brains. It may not be in the psychology books that way, but you don't have to be a licensed psychologist to know it's true. When the downstairs brain is active, the upstairs brain is on hiatus! You know who you're hot clients are. We all do. Just schedule a fifteen minute break before they arrive, drain that damn thing, and put him to rest." Jeff continues, "You know how it is when you have sex with Kelly. You're horned up all day long waiting to get her alone, and then one look at her drives you insane. You fuck her good – sorry, you 'make love' to her – and then once you come, that thing goes into sleep mode. That's you do your best thinking, right? Hell, I've solved many a client's issues 30 seconds after I've cum! That's your solution." I hesitate. I look down and stare right through my food. "What?" Jeff says. "That wasn't the greatest advice you ever heard?" "Jeff." I paused for a minute waiting to say what I never thought I would verbalize. "Kelly and I don't have sex. Well, we haven't had sex in a long time, that is." "What? What are you calling long time? Once a month? Once every six months?" "Five years. We haven't had sex in five years. Not since Elizabeth was born." Those words were so hard to say. A sexless marriage is a blow to a man's worth. It's a blow to his self-concept. How does a man call himself a man when the woman who claims to love him turns cold to his advances? How can one person chose to ignore this amazing, God given gift at the expense of the one she loves? How could she be content with having a sexless marriage? Didn't that bruise her ego in the slightest? It did mine. And the more I had thought about it, the more troubled I became. The less I could live with doing nothing about it. And it was taking its toll on the marriage. Bitterness had begun to creep in. Kelly and I were virgins when we married. I had saved this gift for her. We had only imagined the best, but on that first night, our wedding night, things went far from the direction we had planned. There was pain. Serious pain. I did not realize how large I was. I had heard men brag about size before, only to hear women snicker behind their backs. I had resisted such claims. But on this night, I knew my size was a detriment to the passion we hoped to ignite. After a week of heavy foreplay, we concluded a sexless honeymoon in search of answers. A doctor concluded that her vagina simply needed to be "dilated." With a few very expensive dilators (otherwise known as overpriced sex toys), Kelly began to prepare herself for sex. In the months ahead, we finally reached the point where I could enter her without her being in pain. But there was one barrier we never crossed. Sex had to be "delicate." One wrong move, and the pain returned. Sex was as simple and as plain as it could be. But even though her vagina began to meet comfortably with my cock, the psychological damage had been done. As unthinkable as it was, Kelly had come to link sex with pain and displeasure. Her brain had been rewired to live comfortably without sex. But not for me. I began to tell Jeff the thoughts going through my mind. I was in my early 40's and had begun to realize that after 18 years of marriage, the hope I carried of a robust and meaningful sex life with my wife was a false hope. Should I really expect that suddenly, Kelly should want to change this, when for 18 years, she had learned to live so comfortably without it? I began to despair. The waves of realization began sweeping over me. I may reach well beyond my prime without ever knowing what amazing sex feels like. I could die... without knowing what it was like to fuck for hours, to cum in a woman's mouth or to feel my cock push violently against a woman's wet pussy. The grief was serious. "Man, Colin. Becca and I have had our occasional dry spells, but... what you describe is... unthinkable." Jeff didn't try to cover up the seriousness of this or throw out the statistics about the many happily married people living just fine without sex. He knew me well enough to know the depths of my pain. "So, let me guess," Jeff offered. "You're thinking, 'if not her, then who?' You're seriously thinking about an affair, aren't you?" Jeff's concern was not the morality of breaking the marriage vows. I knew Jeff well enough to know that he'd give me a pass if I strayed because of this. As a fellow counseling professional, I knew his true concern. The term is "dual relationship." In the counseling profession, this was the great taboo. Once a therapist established a counseling relationship, no other relationship with the client was allowed to form. No "becoming friends." No "let's have lunch sometime." And, most of all, no sexual contact whatsoever. Rumors abound in the counseling profession about counselors crossing that line, but to get caught meant your license, your reputation, your business. Jeff knew I was on the edge. If not careful, my desire would overtake my sensibilities. I was flirting with danger. "Colin, what I said about masturbation... that's a must. You cannot under any circumstances be alone in the room with a confused woman while your sexual juices are raging. You have to remove the bullets from your weapon, or you'll hurt someone. "And Colin... you have to promise me something. You and Kelly must come see me or someone in my office about this problem. She needs counseling. She needs to know what landmines she's dropping into your marriage. She needs to know what's at stake." "Well," I said, "Kelly and I are heading out on vacation next week... to the Caribbean. Her guard will be down. I'll try to bring it up and see if she's willing to get counseling." "You've gotta do this, Colin. And in the meantime, you have to promise me something." "What's that?" I asked. "Whatever you do, when that temptation pushes you to break a boundary, you call me immediately. Not when the session is over. Immediately. You hear me?" "I do, Jeff. I promise." ____________________________________ The vacation was exactly what I needed. I needed to clear my head, relax, and spend some time with my family. Kelly and I would talk. We would get this straight. Get our lives – our sex life – back on track. I was hopeful. I love the beach. On the beach, I'm no longer "counselor." I'm just dad. Carrying sun tan lotion, boogie boards, and oversized umbrella, I approached the Caribbean's turquoise waters. The weather was perfect, and it was a perfect day for the beach. I finally got the family settled as everyone headed in their separate directions. Kelly was off to test the water temperature while the kids had boogie boards in hand. I wouldn't see them for hours. I picked up my book, the latest legal thriller from the nearby beachfront bookstore, and I read the description on the back. I love to read, and more than anything, I love to read fiction while on vacation. I spend too much time reading journals and technical books at work. Now it's time for something far less significant. But before I opened the book, I checked my surroundings. After all, it's the beach. Women everywhere. My sunglasses were set perfectly in place as I subtly spied out the land. I checked left and right. One woman suddenly moved by me, displaying an amazingly tight body. Man, I love the beach! Thank God I sprung for the darker sunglasses. I glanced down again at my book, but I was too concerned with the scenary. Another, much younger girl bent over. Was that the outline of her pussy showing through the fabric? Two women, probably lesbians, were untying their tops as they settled down for a nap in the sun. My mind was moving faster and faster as I took it all in. That's when I heard your voice, "Dr. Edwards! Is... that... YOU?" I turned to see a familiar face, but not one I immediately recognized. I rushed quickly to figure out who you were, since I was quite fearful that you were someone important and you've just caught me gawking at the neighboring beauties. I knew your face, but it was out of context. You were someone I've counseled, but not for some time. "Oh, I'm embarrassed. I shouldn't expect you to remember me, but I'm Melissa Rykers." By this time, you lowered your voice to a whisper. "You know, the one who suspected her husband was cheating on her." "Yes. Right. Of course I remember you!" And I did. It began coming back to me. You had come to see me three years earlier about some suspicious behavior on the part of your husband. I had given you a few signs to look for, a few tips for gauging his interest in you, and some encouragement not to contrive evidence out of paranoia, but to look for hard facts instead. The advice worked well. You called me a month or so later to tell me your suspicions were unwarranted. This time it was my turn to speak in a low voice, "How are you guys doing?" You belted out with a laugh, "Oh, gosh, we're fine. Never better!" We struck up some small talk, introduced a few family members, and you headed down towards the beach to set up your blanket. You stood directly between me and my children playing in the surf. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. Your shoulder length dark hair showed a hint of red in the sun. When you bent down to say hello, I took notice of your delicate breasts and smooth skin underneath the loose shirt. Your breasts were more than a handful, and were delightfully youthful. Your tall, narrow frame accentuated exactly the right features to draw me in. I began thinking about when you first came to see me. I had not yet begun to entertain fantasies about being with another woman. So I had never thought of you in that way. You had dressed quite modestly, if I remember right. And as quickly as you entered my world, you were gone. I thought little of it at the time. But now, I was in a different place. A weak place. And there you were, standing in front of me bent over, wrestling with your towel and bag. You were bent in exactly the right position. You stood and pulled your oversized shirt over your head and I saw fully for the first time what I had only glimpsed moments before. You stood there in an amazing two piece suit. Your top barely held things together. It's obvious you were not at home anymore. You were out of the country, far away from colleagues, and were feeling liberated by the anonymity granted by the distance... except, I was there. You picked a bikini that tested the limits of your comfort zone. A turquoise floral print with white flowers, it covered nicely. The top was shaped so that your cleavage could not to be hidden. For a second, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run my tongue right down the middle of your glorious body. With that thought, a bulge appeared in my thin suit. I immediately set my book down to cover up the evidence of my growing lust. I take a second glance at you. And I see something that really stirs me. The profile of your breast is such that you are spilling out the side of the suit. From the front, from the side. What amazing luck to have such a beauty from my past land right in front of me. Finally, I watched as you headed down to the beach. The tide was high, so it was not far away. You walked a normal pace, but in my mind, it was all in slow motion. The movement of your ass held by the thin material rides up enough for me to imagine what was underneath. As I stare and absorb your beauty, I was startled by Kelly's voice. She says something to me, not sure what. I say, uh-huh, and that seems to satisfy. But my mind is on the unthinkable. It's unthinkable for a reason. I am a counselor. You are a client. End of story. I attempt to erase you from my mind and bury myself in my book when I hear you say, "What are you reading?" My heart skips a beat. With a bit of nervousness rising in my voice, I watch as you dropped your beach chair down next to me in the sand. "Reading? Oh, just a legal thriller." You said something about your favorite author, but I was too busy processing all of this to listen like I should. I quickly realized how long it's been since I've chatted it up a woman in a social setting. "So what are you reading?" I ask. You chuckle lightly. Are you embarrassed? "Oh, this!? Oh... well, it's a romance novel." "Well, I can't say I've ever read a romance novel. How is it?" "Steamy," you say. "So what's steamy about it?" You are still embarrassed. Yet, you don't seem to mind forging on. "It's about sex, of course. They all are." Now I'm embarrassed. And my book is pressing harder to cover my "friend's" rabid salute. I give you the chance to end the conversation when you say, "This one is very relevant though. It's about two married people who meet in a tropical paradise, have a raging affair, and then... well, I've only read that far." By now, my face was flush red. What do I say to that? This was usually the point where I would say something really stupid... or trite... or conversation ending. Instead, the next words came out with suprising ease. "Sounds like a real dream come true." "Oh it is," you said. "I wish I had an experience like that. But you know how life can be." About that time, my kids run up to me. "Daddy, daddy, come get in! Come get in!" My first worry was how I was going to get up with the big rise hanging in my pants. My oldest said the words that rescued me. "Let's go boogie boarding!" He handed me the boogie board, and I used it to shield the joy I was feeling at that moment. "Nice talking to you," I say. The wave tossed me pretty good, and carried me almost completely to shore. My son tried it too with not nearly the luck. I felt bad that he wasn't "catching the wave." But he didn't stop trying. He asked if he could have the boogie board all to himself. Sure. He needed the practice. I waded out in the deeper waters where I could escape the crashing waves. My oldest headed into shore to make sand castles with my other children. My wife was face down on her towel. At least I thought that's where everyone was. I didn't have my glasses on, and I couldn't see that far away. Just fuzzy figures everywhere. That's when I heard your voice again. "Hey there!" I turned, squinted a bit, and realized it was you. My Duel Relationship "Oh, sorry, I'm blind without my glasses." "That's okay, I can come closer." You did. Logically, it made sense. We were chatting, I couldn't see, and you came into my view. But deep down, my cock interpreted it completely differently. The conversation began to flow effortlessly now. We talked for a while about various things... kids... vacation... the hotel (we're staying in the same one). Was it my imagination, or were you getting closer? Your arm brushed against mine, but you seemed to take no notice. My cock was growing again. I had to keep my thoughts in check. There was no way you were being anything other than friendly... in the most platonic of ways. That's when you said the words that made the blood drain from my head.. "I wish my book wasn't just a fantasy." My hesitation made you wonder if I understood. You said it again. Hearing the words again, I said, "Well, I'm sure there's a book store in town where you could get some other kind of book." You came closer. And spoke a bit softer. "No, I mean I wish the fantasy in my book wasn't a fantasy any more. I wish it were real." I stood speechless, chest deep in the water, feeling my hands begin to tremble. Just then, I felt something brush by the bulge in my suit. It didn't register with me in that exact moment... even though a smile was growing on your face. "Looks like you're happy about the thought of that too!" "Oh... my God... sorry about that," I said as I stumbled over my words. Like a two year old, I grabbed my dick and squeezed it into submission! I may have been chest deep in water, but I suddenly felt in over my head. "I'm sorry," you said, "I didn't mean to do that." I struggled for the next words to say when a huge wave crashed over us, pushing us closer to shore. Just then, your husband came swimming out to greet you. I stood there in a zone, trying to make sense of what just happened. What did happen? Was that an accident? Was she... coming on to me? My head began the rapid fire calculations, spending the remainder of the afternoon analyzing your every word. Dinner that night was great. The kids ate their usual kid food while Kelly and I each enjoyed a juicy prime rib. Eating out was the center of our family's social life. When we finished, we took walk along the beach, giving the kids a chance to find shells in the surf. As we walked, we passed your family, said the requisite hellos, and – though I couldn't be certain – I thought I detected something unusual in your smile. We returned to the hotel room and got the kids ready for bed. They were finally settled with the Disney Channel doing most of the work to keep them occupied. Kelly mentioned how tired she was. I was not surprised. She was an "early to bed" kind of girl. Not me. I'm a night owl. That's when I remembered my cigar. I'm a budding cigar lover, and this was the first time I could legally purchase a Cuban cigar. I picked it up at a cigar shop near the hotel and savored the moment I could enjoy the smoke. My smoking took place at night when everyone was asleep. This cigar was a Cohiba Churchill. Not the Dominican knock-off sold in America after the embargo. This was the true Cuban Cohiba smoked by Castro himself. The Churchill is 7 inches long and a two hour smoke, minimum. My wife headed to bed, and I told her I was heading to the beach for a lingering smoke. I wouldn't be back until at least midnight. I grabbed the cigar and lighter and started for the beach. I arrived to see a quarter moon rising at a 45 degree angle overhead. It wasn't much light. At first, everything – the beach, the waves – looked black. But after a few minutes, my eyes adjusted, and I could see the crashing waves before me. I unfolded an extra large blanket. I wanted to spread out. I brought my book, a tiny book light, my headphones. I was ready for some "me-time" with Mr. Cohiba, my favorite tunes, and the most beautiful beach I had ever seen. My cigar ritual is critical. It begins with a clean cut of the tip. After cutting the tip, I smell the cigar. This one was Cuban, noted to be the best. I had paid $20 for it at the hotel. It was probably worth quite a bit less, but the simple pleasures in life aren't without a markup. Since I had paid nearly five times what I normally pay for a cigar, this one was special. I was going to savor each and every draw until the bitter end. So my "pre-light" ritual was much longer than usual. I wanted to take note of all the various flavors. I was reaching for my lighter when I heard, "Dr. Edwards!" I jerked around, taken a bit off guard. "Melissa?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wondered if that was you. I was out for a stroll along the beach. I don't want to bother you." "Oh, it's no bother. Please sit down." I scramble to my feet to make room for you when you say, "Wanna go for a walk with me?" I looked at my stuff, and you said, "Don't worry, we won't go far. It's dark anyway. No one's going to take your stuff." I left the blanket and put my cigar in my shirt pocket. We started walking. And talking. Man was that nice. It had been a long time since I had been on a walk with someone I found so beautiful and yet so mysterious. My previously rambunctious cock was better behaved this time, tempted on occasion to disrupt things. But for the most part, he let the other brain do most of the work. "May I call you by your first name?" you asked. "Or should I call you Dr. Edwards?" "Oh, my. No. How rude of me!" I said. "You can certainly call me by my first name. I insist on it." "Well, do you mind my asking... what is your first name?" I paused taking in both the question and my embarrassment. This incredible opportunity lay before me, and I was making all the wrong moves. "Oh... It's Colin. Colin Edwards. Geez Melissa, I'm so sorry." "It's okay. I really like you as 'Dr. Edwards.' You form the quotes with your fingers. "But I must say, it's a bit of a thrill to call you Colin. That is okay, isn't it? After all, I'm not your client anymore." And with that, I took a deep breath. You were right. Technically, you were no longer my client. Though deep down, I still felt uneasy having these feelings in the presence of any client, even a former one. We walked, and I began to relax. You were a joy to talk to. Smart. Delightful. Funny! I loved your laugh. In talking, we found we had quite a few things in common and just enough differences to make things quite intriguing. We had been to the same museums, hated each other's football teams, and had a good time ribbing each other about it. Just then, we were walking around one of the rock extensions and you tripped a bit. I offered my hand to you. You took my hand until you were firmly on your feet again. But your hand lingered for just a little longer than necessary. I wasn't sure what to read into that, but I wanted to read a LOT into it. I had been resisting the thoughts that had been moving around in my mind prior to this trip. I left for this vacation committed to two things. First, never having an affair. And second, getting Kelly to talk to someone about our problem. I did everything I could to remove any thoughts of an erotic encounter with a beautiful woman like you. Besides, given the beach, the night air, and the gorgeous mountains in the distance, this was the stuff of romance novels, not the stuff of my life. Just as that thought came into my mind, you said, "I hope I wasn't being too forward earlier today... in the water. It's just that I was reading that novel and felt overcome for a minute." Just then, you reached up and put your arm in mine as we walk. If there were any questions before about your intentions, they were quickly melting away. "Melissa," I said. I paused for a second and turned to her, "I wish your fantasy was true for me too." You return the gaze. You moved closer. "You do? Really?" You blushed a bit. I was beginning to feel I had made a mistake, crossed a line I shouldn't have crossed. But I had no escape. Nor any desire to escape. We stood and stared, our eyes adjusting to one another's face. You were so beautiful. So often in the day, it has been the hormones talking. But in that moment, there was that spark of romance. Something that said that this could possibly be a night like no other. I tried to dismiss the thought, to remember my promise to myself, to my wife, to my career. This was wrong on so many levels. But the power of your presence before me, the security of our solitude near these rocks, and the growing desire within me all pointed in another direction. A direction I did not want to go. A direction I felt I must go. I reached in... as forward as I have ever been with a woman... and I kissed you. Softly. Tenderly. We held the kiss for some time, when finally we pulled apart. Was this it? Would this end with an amazing kiss that would be enough memory to last a lifetime? Would we come to our senses right here? For a moment, I didn't know. Then you leaned in for more. This time, we positioned our mouths for something much more, moving in harder. I adjusted my mouth to seize hold of your bottom lip and I sucked it gently. You pulled on my upper lip as we folded into one another. My hands were around the small of your back, while your hands began coursing through my hair. The kiss became passionate as I felt your body moving forward, your breasts heaving into me. I took in the moment, willing every nerve in my body to capture everything. Like a thousand little cameras, I wanted to capture every second, every inch of you. I wanted you seared into my mind, into my memory. I wanted years from now, in the frustration of cold and lonely night, to remember. To remember this. To remember you. This kiss. This touch. This alone was a dream fulfilled. This itself would be enough. But enough was not yet to be. As you pulled me closer, I grew in my awareness that this was not the end, but simply the beginning. That thought alone pushed me harder into you. Feeling bolder now, I moved my hands along your bare back and over your swim suit. I gradually work my way to the front. Beneath your white terrycloth cover-up was a bikini top ever as revealing and erotic as the one I had seen earlier that day. I moved to your breast, feeling the nipple pressing your top. I could feel your nipple swell. I wanted so much to feel its complete nakedness. You backed away and removed your cover-up. As it fell to the ground, I took in your sacred beauty. As you returned to me, I felt your hands move across mine. You slid your hand up to the strap on your top, gently pulling it, giving me the access I so desired. I felt your breast entirely in my hand. I squeezed harder, moving my hand all around so that each nerve could navigate the nipple. As I fondled this soft and glorious mound, I moved my lips to your soft cheek, then to your eye, and finally to your softness of your brow. I savored each part of your gentle face, finally moving down to your ear. You pulled your hair back, angling your neck in a way that granted me full access. I could hear your breathing growing stronger. You take my face in your hands and guide me slowly from your ear down to your breast. You untied your top, and I felt the fabric brush my leg on its journey to the sand. I saw your swollen nipple. I wanted to take it hard into my mouth. But I made careful note to refrain from letting my tongue touch your nipple. I wanted to draw out your arousal even more. I traced the outer edges of your nipple with my tongue, sucking hard on every other part of your breast. Your hand pulled my head even harder into you, willing me to consume your nipple completely. I could not resist any longer. I descended fully upon your entire breast, feeling the deep groan rising within you. As I kneaded your nipple with the violence of my tongue, my other hand was fixed upon your other breast, and though I feared I might have been too forceful, your groan told me otherwise. It is then that I felt the tug on the draw string on my suit. I felt it begin to loosen. By this time, my cock was raging, aching to be free. With my suit now loose, I felt your hands slide beneath my suit onto my ass. The light strokes ignited every nerve in my body. It had been so long since I felt the gentle touch of a woman in my most private places. As you lightly stroke my ass with the tips of your nails, I feel my suit beginning to fall. Your body was pressed so tightly to mine that you held my suit in place. As our kiss continued to press hard, I pushed you away just enough to allow my swimsuit to finally fall to the ground. I had never been naked outdoors, especially in such a public place. What was I doing? What if someone saw? I opened my eyes from the passionate throws of our kiss to spy our surroundings. I could see the silhouette of others far in the distance, but we seemed all alone. I didn't matter. The passion engulfing me could not bring me to care if anyone should see. I wanted you completely. I wanted you right here. I wanted to be free to ravage you in a way I never had been free to do before. I wanted to embrace a moment that might be my salvation in years to come. I pulled back and looked you in the eye. We stared hard at one another. We both were taking in this moment, making memories we'd both so desperately need someday. I saw the most pleading look in your eyes. "Do you want this?" you asked. I swallow hard, gaze down at your breasts glistening already with sweat, taking you in before I answer. I take your face gently in my hands, and look you fierce in the eyes. "Melissa, someday I hope you come to know exactly what this moment means to me. Whatever you imagine it to be now, it is so much more. I want to make love to you like I've never made love to any woman before. I don't just want it. I need it. You are my salvation." With that, you turn, taking my hand and lead me closer to the water. Low tide was upon us, creating firm wet sand. This would be the place where my greatest memory would be made. Years from now, I'd wonder exactly where "this place" was, for I would long to revisit it. But we were to take no note of landmarks, no points to identify it. This was our place right now... in this moment. As I stand, you gently kiss me. I reach to embrace you, but you grip my arms, pressing me to relax and holds still. "Don't move," you say, as you look me in the eye. Your kiss returned, moving slowly to my neck, then to my chest. I worried that the hair on my chest would serve as a distraction, but you didn't seem to notice. Each touch of your lips sent a wave of desire through my body. I leaned back and closed my eyes, now seeing your lips with other senses. I could feel you working your way along my body. My hardened cock continued to brush against your body, and now your breasts. The slight tease made my knees buckle for a second. You finally descended to your knees, facing directly into my hard cock. You look up with a smile. I look down with a longing look that revealed what looked like pain, but was really unbridled passion. The seconds that followed felt like a glorious eternity. I so wanted you to grip him, to take him solidly in your mouth, and suck me hard. I needed that. But you knew better what I needed. Without touching my cock with your hands, your tongue reached beneath the length of my cock, slowly running from its base to its head. That slow journey was a walk in heaven. Kelly had performed oral sex before, but with great reluctance. Often with a timer ticking in her head, she gave as little as she was required, and often with little passion. Such was not the work of your amazing mouth. You continued to lick each side of my growing cock, tasting him fully. The head of my cock almost pulsed with desire, longing your total attention. That attention finally came. As your tongue reached his head, your lips followed suit, engulfing him completely. Your mouth was hot on the head of my cock, and nothing had ever felt better. That is, until you took him deeper into your mouth. Your lips moved towards me, taking in my cock inch by inch until he was completely consumed. You held it there, looking up to gage my response. My face was quivering. Sweat began to roll off my forehead onto your bear shoulders. You moved out and back in, increasing the rhythm little by little. I felt your hands reach to my balls, stroking this sensitive place with the tips of your fingers. Your other hand gripped the base of my shaft, joining in the rhythm your mouth had begun. Together, your hands and mouth worked like a complete symphony of pleasure on me. My balls tightened as my cock experienced this great pleasure truly for the first time. You continued for some time. At first a wave of guilt washed over me, for I knew how quickly Kelly wanted to spit my cock from her mouth. Surely you wanted no part of this. But your groans and moving hands and sloppy sucking sounds told me otherwise. You stopped to ask, "Do you like how I suck your cock." I could not utter a sound. My face said everything. "Do you want me to continue?" I barely formed the sound, breathing out each syllable, "Please. Oh God. Please." The rhythm continued faster and faster, harder and harder, bringing to me sensations I did not know one could experience. I could feel my cock slamming the back of your throat. Your hand began stroking my ass and I could begin to feel the cum rising from the well below. "Stop. Please stop. Or I'm going to cum." With that, the force of your rhythms moved harder and faster. You knew my longing. You knew my desire. You knew that I had more than one river of cum for you. You took a chance and began bringing me to completion in hopes I'd develop a quick reserve. Given the pleasure my body was feeling, my body would restore itself in no time. You knew this. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked. You didn't answer. You moved faster and faster on my cock until I reached the point of no return. No way to stop the river of cum about to crash down. "Oh God. I'm about to cum." A deep guttural sound emerged from within me as my cum exited fiercely from my shaft deep into your throat. Rivers of cum. I knew it. The dam had broken, and nothing was holding me back. I opened my eyes to see what cum I had produced, but there was nothing. You pulled your mouth from my still erect cock and smiled. Not a trace remained. You had taken it all. I had never imagined feeling such full release in such an amazing way. Very sensitive now, my cock needed only your gentle strokes. Your tongue provided just that. The amazing circles of pleasure continued to coarse through my body. You gently licked the head of my cock until every wave of pleasure was complete. My cock finally began to grow limp. As I collected my thoughts, I pointed to the ground. It was my turn. I wanted to taste your glorious flower. As you moved to the sand and onto your back, I was able for the first time to take in the full measure of your glorious body. You were fully naked now. There were no lines to interrupt the visual flow of my eyes from one end of your body to the other. The curve of your legs flowed up past your hips, interrupted only by your amazing breasts. Your breasts lay perfectly, inviting me towards you. As I moved, your legs began to spread. Your flower came into full view. You lifted your legs gloriously into the air, pointing all visual lines to your pussy. This was my favorite view of a woman. Exposed. Open. Slutty, but tender. And vulnerable. With legs spread wide, you had announced your trust in me. With your trust now fully in my hands, I dropped to my knees to return thanks for what I had just received. You watched me closely as I took your foot in my hand, admired it, and began to rub it sensuously. While massaging your foot, I began to kiss it, sucking gently on each toe until I began to take as much of your foot in my mouth as I could. I did the same with the other foot, listening to you delighting in this pleasure. From there, I began my slow, arduous journey to my ultimate destination. Moving my mouth slowly down the inner lines of your calf, I worked my way to your soft and sensitive inner thighs. I could begin to smell the scent of your flower even through the competing beachfront air. You were wet, I could see. And the scent confirmed the passion that lay within your flower. My Duel Relationship As I came face to face with your delicious pussy, your hands paved the way. With a finger on each outer lip, you had pulled back each rose petal to reveal the glorious clit, swollen with complete desire. My tongue moved toward you, starting gently on the outer edge of the lip of your pussy. I ran my tongue gently over the skin, not really touching the skin, but teasing each tiny hair that stood guard over your flower. Your head writhed back in the sand as a deep groan rose from within. Your hand moved fast to my head. You grip me hard, causing no small amount of pain to course through me. I had touched the first of many sensitive places, and your response was explosive. I turned my attention to the other lip, moving my tongue gently up and down. The scent of your flower now completely drowned out the night air. As I stroked you with my tongue, my finger began to hover over the inner lips of your pussy. This combination drew more excited moans from you. I widened my tongue over the entrance to your pussy. With the slightest of pressure, I stroked your entire pussy from your tight hole up to your clit with one swoop of my tongue. I continue this up and down motion, stroking all around the clit, little by little. I spent several minutes working the edges, moving slowly towards your erotic center. Your wetness was so generous that I could wait no more. Your swollen clit required no searching. I forced my tongue onto you swollen knob, pressing firmly in a circular motion. I pressed my lips to your wet pussy and began with an eager intensity to suck it hard. I pulled on your clit and sucked it deep into my mouth, pulling, rubbing, and gently biting. As I worked your clit into a frenzy, I slipped my index finger into your wet hole. It slipped in with ease. I pushed through the entrance into the dark wet cave of your female center and began to rub and explore. Curving my finger upward, I searched out that pruned texture. I began to rub your g-spot hard, inserting a second finger to share in the joy. Stroking with vigor, I moved faster and faster on the g-spot while pressing harder on your clit with my tongue. Your grip on the back of my head grew stronger now as both hands pressed me onward. Your rising sounds of ecstasy mixed beautifully with the sound of crashing waves just beyond us. "Oh Colin. My God. I love your mouth on my pussy. Please don't stop. Don't stop!" The crescendo of your orgasm rose with the speed of my thrusting. Finally, your body tensed up, legs and toes curling in, almost crushing me as you let out a final scream. I looked up to see the soaking sweat covering your face, recognizing the same satisfaction and fulfillment that I discovered moments earlier. I watched as your spent body turned to the side, reaching for my shirt. You began to feel through the shirt pocket, removing my Cohiba Churchill cigar. "Is this yours?" you asked. "Most certainly it is?" "You mind if we turn this delicious cigar into a fine souvenir?" "It would be my pleasure!" It had been the butt of many jokes after the Clinton affair, so indeed it felt a bit cliché to even try. We laughed as I rolled the cigar between my fingers while you began to spread your pussy wide again. This wasn't about getting you off, though the 55 ring gauge might be up for the job. This was about the memory I would carry with me. I would be smoking that cigar later that night, I knew. And I would relive every precious moment. Every night after, when I would take a cigar in my mouth, I would subtly taste one flavor that no other cigar lover would ever know... your moist, wet, delicious pussy. I reached down, slowly inserted the head of the cigar into your pink pussy. Only the end, at first. I moved it in and out, about an inch at a time while giving in a gentle twisting motion. I returned to your clit with my tongue as I thrust the cigar in and out. I delighted in watching my cigar disappear inside you. The thought of my hard cock doing the same was making me light headed. But I knew... the cigar could not fully do what was now required. I pulled back, tossed the cigar strategically onto my shirt, protecting it for later use. I then reached my first two fingers into your pussy, palm up, seeking to unlock once again the secrets to your passion. This time, I added the third finger. With fingers pointed upwards, I continued to thrust in and out while licking your delicious lips. The taste was simply divine. I would remember this taste for years to come, and in old age, remember it with a slow smile. Your head was tilted back against the sand. Your breasts heaved upward to the stars. With my other hand, I reached up to fondle your tits, gently squeezing your nipples until the secret combination was unlocked. The nipple, the rapid movement of my fingers, the rough decent of my tongue on your pussy, each contributed to the second explosion that came from inside you. I felt juices flow out of you that I had never seen or tasted before. You moaned in a way that sounded like a muffled scream. Your pussy thrust forward several times, in spasmodic, uncontrollable fashion before you relax into the wet sand. As I withdraw my hand from your heaven, your eyes opened and met mine. We both smiled. "How was that?" I asked. "Good... But not as good as what you're about to get!" Looking down, I realized I was now up – literally – for the challenge. My cock was erect again, now covered in pre-cum and sand. Sand was beginning to be an issue. But you were way ahead of me. Without a word, you got up and walked sensuously – teasingly – toward the surf and into the sea. I followed close behind. But not too close. I had to take in the movement of your breasts and ass as you moved in a frolicking fashion into the water. Only then did I have time to form a thought. "Did I die and go to heaven?" I almost pinch myself, but there's no need. My throbbing member was reality enough. You led me deep into the water where we kissed passionately. To be naked and wet, together in the slippery salt water was truly exotic. I could taste salt in your kiss, and knew that from that day forward, every time I smelled the scent of salt in the air, I would think of you. You drew me to shallow waters, dropped to your knees and began to take me in again. You took me full in to your mouth, swallowing my entire cock. You only did this a few times, but it was all I needed. Once again, I could hear the gag in the back of your throat, and wondered if I was hurting you, but I could see in your eyes that this was your gift, a gift I would never forget. You pulled away, and I lifted you to me. We kissed as our bodies moved back towards the shore. This time, we made sure the sand was off our bodies as you strategically laid me back down in the sand. You reached once again for my cock when I saw your leg come across my face and onto the other side. There before me, in the star lit night, was heaven once again. I began to run my tongue up and down from your pussy to your ass, lingering in each place. Pushing in and out. I could feel your warm mouth moving quickly upon me. Your dangling pussy was such a site. This time, my tongue traveled from from one orifice to the other. I reached around and felt your beautiful ass as it hovered over me. You begin a thrusting motion over my face that caused your ass to tense up and relax, tense up and relax. How amazing it was to feel how soft and hard your ass was, in the span of mere moments. Your amazing work, though, was about to end our night earlier than I wished. So I stopped you. I could not let this night end without feeling the wetness of your pussy engulfing my hard, now desperately aching cock. You didn't move far. You slid forward with your back to me until your pussy was right over my rigid member. You moved him back and forth, instinctively knowing how good that feels. You slapped him against your clit several times and then descended on him. With the lights of the town in the distance, I could see the silhouette of your pussy meeting up with me. It took you a moment to get it ready, but that moment was heaven. It was the picture I would carry with me for years to come. Your now parted lips swelled over me. And you descended, inch by inch, until I was fully engulfed. Up and down. Each stroke was amazing. You knew where your sweet spots were, and you adjusted your body until my cock scratched exactly what was itching inside you. My hands showered over your ass as I remained still and let you do your magic. Then you turned a bit. Without my cock leaving your pussy, you moved your hands behind you to each side of my chest, moved from your knees to your feet, and then laid back over me. I reached around, engulfed your breasts, and felt as you began once again to gyrate with magical momentum. The thrusting was amazing. The angle allowed my cock to press hard against the front of your pussy, right where the g-spot was. Your moans were louder this time, and the pressure on my cock was amazing. It felt like it did when your mouth was fully sucking me dry. To help the situation I reached down my left hand and began to rub your clit as you rode back and forth on top of me. I had to concentrate hard to both enjoy the moment and not to explode inside you. After an eternity in this heaven, you rolled off of me, grabbed my hand, helped me up, and led me back into the surf. This time, you bent forward, water at our knees, and invited me in from behind. Rubbing my cock from your ass to your pussy, I finally found entrance. Both of us moaned as this grand reunion. With my hands gripping your waist, I thrust hard into you. Our bodies slapped together hard enough to be heard over the roaring waves. I moved one hand to your ass and felt its glory, when you grabbed my hand and pulled it to the hole of your ass. I then slowed my motion as I directed my finger into the entrance of your ass. Just the mere pressure on your ass nearly brought you to completion. And as I penetrated your ass, I was able to resume my thrusting once again. With one hand on your knee, you moved your other hand to your clit. With pressure inside you, in your ass, and on your clit, your moans became louder and louder. With each thrust came a delicious roar. I thought you were about to climax when you stopped cold. You turned enough for me to see your face. "Colin, I want you to fuck my ass," I had never done this. I was a bit concerned that I would fail you in this. But at the same time, I felt no fear with you. I started very gently. I did not want to hurt you. But I didn't want to disappoint you. Little by little, I eased my way inside. I leaned forward, wrapping my arm around you, reaching for your pussy. The wetness was there, still. I searched until I found entrance and began to penetrate your pussy with my fingers. With rapid movement building, it would not take long. In moments, you were screaming with a shower of orgasmic delight. Pounding your ass, I continued until you completed your orgasmic rhythm. You pulled yourself from me, turning to take hold of my cock. He still needed attention. You descended to your knees once more, the water brushing over your breasts ever so erotically. The sight alone nearly cause an explosion inside of me. But I let you do what you do best. You took me in and moved faster and faster. In a barely audible tone, I mustered up the words, "I'm about to cum." I pulled away from you, motioning to the wet sand, and began stroking my cock furiously. Your eyes were fiercely focused on mine. You positioned yourself under me, awaiting my explosion. I pounded hard against my cock, stroking away until my entire body curled into an orgasmic position. The explosion came. The first emission shot hard against your chin and lips. Backing away, I sent the second and third strokes onto your breasts and watch the cum roll down your body. There was more cum than I thought I was capable of. I watched as cum dripped from your mouth. Slowly your mouth opened and took my cock into your mouth one more time. Very slowly, you milked my sensitive, post-orgasmic cock to the final end. As you sucked him slowly, I watched the cum drip onto your tits. My god, what had I done? It was everywhere. I finally pulled way, lifting you to your feet and began massaging your breasts. The hot cum caused my hands to slip all over your breasts. As I stroked them gently, I moved us into the water until we were neck deep. The waves were calm. I washed the cum from your glorious body. We fell into a glorious kiss. I don't know how long we kissed. It seemed like we kissed for as long as we fucked. Maybe longer. There was a sense that this night should never end. But it did. We dressed with what little clothes we had and began heading back to the blanket. As we walked, you began opening up to me about the real nature of your marriage. I was not surprised. Would you really have done what you just did if all were well? "I can help you," I said. "I'd appreciate that." "Why don't you call me first thing next Monday morning. I'll schedule an emergency session." "That would be nice. Very nice." _________________________________________ Melissa returned to her hotel room and her family. I returned to my blanket. I pulled my cigar from my shirt pocket and rolled it between my finger and thumb. As I began lighting the cigar, I savored its unusual aroma and all it represented. Taking my first puff, I made a mental note to myself to give Jeff a call... Tuesday.