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Opening the Door

By: starflowerphoenix



Opening the door, she walked into her hotel room. It was a standard room, nothing special. She put her suitcase on the bed and dropped her electronic key on the nightstand with her purse. The AC was blowing so the room was cool even though it was still quite warm outside. She walked across the room to the window and pushed the drapes back. Although she couldn't see the ocean from this side of the hotel she was on the top floor and had a wonderful view of the city. It looked beautiful at night when the lights were all twinkling. 

Turning around she glanced at the clock and realized that she only had 20 minutes to get ready for dinner. Her conference had lasted much longer than scheduled so she had to hurry. As she opened her suitcase, to find her dress and shoes, her thoughts turned to her dinner companion. They had met last year at the same conference and struck up a friendship. After a year of emails, chats, and phone calls they were in the same city again. Recently, their correspondence had taken a more romantic turn. She wasn't sure where this was going but she certainly wanted to find out.

After a quick shower she slipped in to her blue silk halter dress and strappy black sandals. She loved the way in this dress. It worked magic on her figure. Her 36C's were shown to perfection by the deeply V'd neckline and the open back showed her creamy skin nicely. She always felt sexy when she wore it. She decided to leave her hair down and quickly ran a brush thru it before grabbing her key and purse and heading out the door.

She arrived at the restaurant downstairs with a few minutes to spare. She looked around but didn't see him there yet. So, she asked for a table near the windows where she could watch the ocean while she waited. She sipped her glass of wine and watched the lights of the city playing on the water. Lost in her thoughts she didn't hear him walk up until he cleared his throat. Looking up startled, she smiled when she realized it was him. 

She let her gaze linger on him for a moment before he sat down. He was an extremely handsome man. He stood 6 feet with broad muscular shoulders, a slim waist and dark eyes that made you feel like he was touching your soul when he looked at you. Although, it was his hands that had first attracted her attention; they were strong, broad hands that were used to hard work but could be as gentle as a butterfly's kiss.

Over dinner they talked about how things were going for each of them and how much their nightly chats meant to each of them. They talked liked them had known each other forever. At one point in the meal they both reached for the same roll and were surprised by the electricity they felt when their hands touched. She looked up and smiled leaving her hand in his. It felt good to touch him. There had been many nights when chatting online with him that she had imagined those same hands touching her, stroking her body.

They finished dinner and he suggested a walk on the beach. She readily agreed. She wasn't ready to part from his company just yet.

Even though it was still warm the breeze from the water made her shiver as it blew across her bare back, her long hair playing peek-a-boo with her tattoo. He complimented it saying how appropriate a phoenix was for her. He ran his finger along the edge of one wing, causing her to shiver again. Mistaking her second shiver for being cold her stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She could feel the warmth of his chest thru his shirt as she laid her head back against his shoulder. 

He reached up and began stroking her neck, tracing the edge of her dress, down her chest and back up her neck. A sigh of pure contentment escaped her lips. Bringing his hand to her cheek he gently turned her head and brushed her lips with his. She leaned back against him and returned the kiss. He continued to kiss her as he ran his hands down her arms and then up her sides, just barely grazing her breast with his fingertips. Opening her mouth slightly she began to tease his lips with her tongue inviting his in. Cupping her breasts with his hands he could feel her nipples hardening and pushing against the silk covering them. 

He teased her; his thumbs brushing over her nipples and then gently rolling and pinching. She moaned softly as he began trailing kisses down her neck. She could feel him growing harder and pressing against her. Turning her in his arms he continued to kiss her, following the deeply V'd neckline of her dress. She felt him tug on the tie of her halter. A moment later she inhaled sharply as the top of her dress slid down exposing her taunt, aching breasts to the cool sea breeze. Her nipples stood out even more invitingly. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth then the other, sucking and flicking his tongue over her sensitive nipples. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs. I felt so good to have his hands and mouth on her skin. 

Tangling her hands in his hair she pulled him up to her and kissed him hungrily. She kissed his neck and began nibbling on his earlobes as she unbuttoned his shirt. Moving lower with her kisses she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and half way down his arms, monetarily trapping them against his sides. Taking advantage of his confinement she licked and kissed her way across his chest and down his belly, while her hands were busy undoing his belt and zipper. She pushed his slacks and boxers low on his hips, his hardening cock standing up from a crown of dark curls. 

She admired its glistening length as she ran her nail along the underside and back across the top. She continued to tease him with her nails, running them along the inside if his thighs and across his balls. Kneeling on the sand in front of him she kissed the tip of his cock. Very slowly she took him into her mouth, until he could feel himself pushing against the back of her throat as she swallowed even more of his length. He moaned in pleasure as she released him just as slowly, until only the tip remained in her mouth. She continued to work her way up and down his length circling her tongue around him and gently stroking his balls with her hands. He growled low in his throat and she could feel him grow harder with each stroke. She wondered how much he could take before he came. 

As if reading her thoughts he reached down taking her hair in his hands urging her faster. As she continue to moving up and down his length, her thumb found the soft spot just behind his balls and began massaging little circles. This new sensation was more than he could take. She could feel him stiffen, his hands clenching in her hair, as he swelled and pulsed in her mouth sending waves of cum down her throat. Greedily, she swallowed and sucked until he was completely spent.

His hands still in her hair, he pulled her lips from his cock and up to his mouth. He kissed her tasting his muskiness on her tongue. He continued to kiss her as he ran his down her body, playing with her still taunt nipples before he reached behind her to undo the zipper of her dress. Suddenly there was a pool of blue silk at her feet. 

He stands for a moment admiring the site of her on the beach in the moonlight wearing only her heels and black lace panties; her long hair dancing in the wind. Just the sight of her like that was enough to bring him back to half-mast. Laying his shirt out like a blanket he pulls her down onto it. 

Leaning over he takes her nipple into his mouth, suckling, drawing little moans of pleasure from her. He replaces his mouth with his hand and trails kisses across her chest to lick and nibble at her other breast. His hand moves down across her belly, followed by his mouth, leaving kisses along her hipbone. Gently he nudges her thighs apart and her breath catches in her throat as his warm breath hits her. He inhales, taking in her scent. She smells of jasmine and honey.

He can feel himself growing hard again as he let his fingers play, running in and out of her carefully trimmed soft hairs. His fingers press further down, cupping her mound, moving around in small circles. Edging her legs further apart, he began to run his finger up and down, coming back to make lazy circles around her clit , bringing her close to her climax, then pulling away. She gets wetter, crying out, wanting him to thrust his fingers into her. Parting her swollen lips he runs his tongue gently around in small circles, flicking her clit with each pass. 

She whimpers in pleasure as he pushes his fingers into her, moving in and out. He continues to thrust in and out as he licks and sucks her. He moves his hands up her belly to her breasts, pinching and rolling each nipple in time with his tongue. Feeling her thighs begin to tremble, he moves back onto his knees. He could see the look of pleasure and frustration on her face as she reaches for him, silently begging him for more. 

Pulling her feet onto his shoulders, he takes her hips and pulls her to him, thrusting deeply into her. He can feel her muscles tightening against his length, pulling him deeper. Slowly he pulls out almost completely, leaving just the tip of his cock in her. He thrusts shallowly and quickly, teasing her, before again thrusting deeply in to her. He continues pumping into her harder and faster, encouraged by her moans of pleasure. She bucks against him, pushing her hips up to meet him each time.Reaching down he finds her clit with his thumb and begins rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She cries out, arching her back, her juices flowing over him as she reaches her climax. Seeing her writhe under him and feeling her muscles milking him with each movement he finds his release as well. 

Sated and content, he kisses her and slowly pulls away, then lays his head on her stomach. She reaches down and smoothes his hair away from his face, smiling as she watches him. Relaxed they watch the moon rising above them. 

Opening the Door



Everything set up so nicely. Each person agreed upon the game and their roles in the game. Only three knew of the aspects of the plays and their roles in the game. Those there set up and prepared for what lies ahead. Now we begin.

You arrive a few minutes late, a shy smile on your face as I open the door. Noticing you look a bit nervous I lean up and lick your lips softly, my hands caressing your chest. 

Taking your hands in mine, I invite you in. 

"Come on in Baby, don't be shy." A small smile forms on your lips. 

"You are here, you agree to this right?" "You are ready to trust?" I ask as I move around waiting your reply.

Your head nods slightly as your feet shuffle, your edginess makes me fonder as I reach for the silk materials. Looping one over each wrist and arranging then to a longer one.

Looking deep in your eyes as I face you, I see you shiver, my hands move to caress you to easy your uneasiness. Letting the drop, for later use I reach up and take off your shirt my mouth eager as I find a small nipple. Sucking hard, my tongue flicking over it enjoying how quickly it gets hard.

"See, you are going to enjoy this" Biting it gently as I reach and close the door behind us. My hands dropping down, undoing your jeans, pushing them over your hips. Pleased you did as I asked and omitted the underclothes. Watching as your cock springs out. "MMMMmmm." I look up at you, "Already you are hard. I can see already how nice this will be." Not wanting to wait; I sink down to my knees; I want to taste you first. My hands cups around your smooth balls. Well pleased you did as instructed. Watching your eyes as I trace my tongue under your smooth balls slowly, lifting them with my tongue as I move upwards. Feeling them drop as I pass them and my tongue feels the bass of your hard cock. Pulling my tongue slowly up to the head; my eyes never leaving yours as my tongue dances over the head. I see your eyes slightly roll as my tongue tends to your hard cock. Sucking the head into my mouth as my hands move to cup your sweet ass. I have wanted your cock in my mouth for too long. So sweet, such a nice cock my mind thinks as I pull your cock deeper into my mouth. My hands kneading your cheeks as I pulling you closer to my mouth.

Stopping now, for a mere second to look at you, my eyes giving you permission before pulling your cock back into my mouth. My hands' tugging your cheeks to force the issue as my eager mouth engulfs your cock completely. Feeling your cheeks tighten as you understand my need, your hips thrusting forward as your cock thrust deeper. Oh yes. Sucking harder my hands caressing your ass; my fingers slip between your cheeks. I have thought of this so many times. My fingers flicking over your tight ring as my other hand prods you deeper, wanting you to loose your self and not hold back. Wanting you to hold nothing back from me; a show of trust in me, in us in many ways.

That's right, fuck my mouth baby. I can feel your cock pushing deeper; as I watch your face. Your eyes rolling slightly as I suck harder .My finger slides quickly into your tight ass as your cock jumps inside my mouth. My hand caressing your smooth bubble ass cheek, so taunt and firm. You have an exceptional ass. Your hips thrust forward, forcing your hard cock deeper into my mouth. 

All the days we have talked of today has you made you intensely hard, letting you go as you hunt release makes it that much more exciting for me. My fingers increasing their speed as you hips push back and forth, your cock pushes against my throat as you start to moan. My hand feels your ass cheek tighten as you get closer, just as your cock plunges deep in my throat; your moan turns deeper as you start cumming.

Pulling back slightly so I can taste your sweetness, your warm cum coating my tongue. My fingers slowly slipping out as I gently suck the head of your cock, milking all I can before letting your cock go. 

Smiling up at you as I hook two more ties to your ankles, a bit longer than the wrist ones; leaving them loose one end. Taking your hands in mine I ask you again if you are ready for this adventure. You nod slightly; your eyes seem to tell a different tale. I do think you are ready, butt I also see unease in your expression, ofcouse this could be lent to eagerness also. I kiss you once more and lead you to your fantasy. You created this. Your thoughts, your desires, you told me in you words over the months of all your secret day dreams, even your nightly dreams of these things. Today you will find them. 

Opening the door to the room I stop and take out a blindfold. Turning to you I see your eyes watching my hands. Holding it up your eyes show your acceptance; and you lower your head. As I slip it into place I take your hand and lead you into the room. 

Stopping in front of a table I pause long enough to instruct you to reach out and tell me what you feel. Your hands meet with the coolness of the leather covering the table. As I describe what you are about to find. The table was created specially, its shape unique. Its duel functions equally special; both offering different forms of pleasures. The seat part heavily padded; its shape opened with no barriers. In front and behind the seat building outward offer stability and other uses. 

As your hands fumble trying to work out in your head what's before you in your darkness my hands begin exploring your body; each hand moving differently over your slim form. Cupping your balls in one hand I lean close and softly tell you to move forward; as I help you to position yourself onto the table. As you settle in the seat your body is leaning forward slightly. 

Your arms are comfortably away from your body and your legs are parted with your tight ass easy accessible. Tracing my fingers between your ass cheeks as I watch your cock harden; knowing you mind is creating a picture of the table in which you find yourself on. The top half supports your head, without getting in your way and the bottom half supports your weight. 

Reaching over and adjusting your ties I loop the hoops thru their prospective slots and hook the straps on the table around your thighs. Once you're secure I move to the adjoining room and collect the rest of the played in the game. Quietly they take their positions and prepare; each with a different task some with different tools for the game. 

With your blindfolds your darkness lets you hear more acutely; the sounds of people approach you in the state you are in causes your body to shiver. You are intensely aware of your. Position, the table no only restrains you, but it exposes you in several forms least of which is your tight ass. 

Standing behind the table, I am standing with a perfect view of my fondest part of you, your sweet taunt ass. Player 1 is at your head, he stands there where I have selected because of his perfectly sized cock which stands out from his body, slightly curved and hardening as his eyes watch the scene.

Player 2, now he is unique in his own but that uniqueness' we'll save for a bit. He is tall, firm, with a determined look about him. One tends to react to him as if he is commanding them when he's not spoken a word. People around him seem to wait for him eagerly to use them.

Player 3, a shy almost hidden soul in a room of others. He has a habit of just stepping back and watching as those in the room forget he is there for a while, until he is ready to be seen in which once he is ready no one forgets he was there. His eyes are the first thing people notice, a odd blue green hue that light up and his lips; soft and sexy tend to get noticed soon after; if one can look past the eyes.

Nodding my head I signal the three players to begin, I notice your cock is hard before anyone touches you. Player 1 reaches out clipping the bands to your nipples. They have the ability to hold them tightly pulling them out from your body. As I watch I reach for the leather pouch and slip it past your cock and tighten it over your balls. 

With these in place I reach up cupping your ass with both hands and slide my tongue over your tight pink ring, enjoying the whimper as you feel my tongue. My tongue dips slightly into your ring and back out, the effect causing your hips to thrust quickly. Smiling I stand straight and move away, allowing the players their places as I move to watch off to the right.

As player two moves to take my place between your legs behind you, I move the small table forward; ready to hand out the toys as needed. Leaning over I drip the lube between your cheeks, his big hands cup your balls as the lube runs down. Coating your balls and his hand he starts massaging them; squeezing them together. I hear your pleasure as I watch player 1 stroking his cock; the head brushing against your lips as he moves it slightly up and down. The hands on your balls kneading them as your mouth opens, his hard curved cock slipping past your lips. Taking a toy from the table I slip in over my clit, my harness holding it secure I watch as you start sucking the hard cock presented to you.

The hands on your balls move up and slowly pass over your cheeks, the now warm lube spreading over your cheeks as his thick fingers graze your tight hole. Watching I see your cock jump as your hips begin grinding back and forth. Looking over I watch player 3 stroking his cock, my eyes taking in the different aspects of the plays as I reach out and take your cock in my hand; offering it to him. He doesn't hesitate as he moves around pulling you cock completely into his mouth. His sexy lips sexier as the wrap around the base of your cock. 

You moans muffled as player 1 starts moving his hips in slow deep thrust, his cock pushing deeper as it finds its way into your throat. I move quickly to take your blindfold off, suddenly wanting you to see his body as it thrust his cock into your mouth. Wanting you to have the full effect of the scene around you. Just as his cock pushed completely into your throat; player two slides a thick round finger into your tight ass. It's completely buried in your bowel and your moans grow louder around the cock buried in your throat. As these two sensations hit you at once; player 3 engulfs your cock just as deeply; swallowing around your cock. His throat offers no resistance to your cock. Its ability to tighten around it works almost like a pussy as it climaxes, constructing around your hard cock.

As I watch the players take over your body, your moans affect me more intensely. My clit throbs as I watch. Your ass lifting off the table pulling at the restraints meeting the thick finger as your head moves to take in more and more of his cock. I wonder now if with all of this you realize your cock is getting so much attention. Player 3 sucking intently at your cock, his head bobbing up and down, I can actually see the sucking motion as he pulls your cock up into his mouth past those lips.

Moving back to the small table I take out the plastic cock. Its thick head in my hand I bend over and get player three attention. Noticing he reluctantly lets your cock loose from his mouth I adjust the game a bit in my mind and move back to the table, pulling him with me.

Standing beside player2 I hand the toy to player 3, not needing to be told he takes the toy and places it into its place in my harness. Watching those thick fingers stretching your tight ring appeals to me; I love seeing how your body reacts. The slut inside you is awakening. Slipping my finger along side his I feel how tight you still are. Your ass is so sexy like that. Eager. Slutty. Pushing his hands away from your ass I signal the change in the game. Taking the lube in hand i turn to player 2 coating his rock hard cock. His cock huge in my hand jumps as the coldness covers the head. He and player 3 move to their new positions as I move behind you. 

My turn to shiver as I look down at your now wet ass; so perfectly vulnerable, so ready. Taking his cock from your mouth player one steps aside so you can see the table in front of you. Rubbing the head of the plastic cock over between your cheeks, not entering you I wait as the scene in front for you. Noticing how still you become as the size of player2's cock, your eyes moving with his hand as he spreads the lube over it. As he moves to turn you see player 3 over the other table, his ass, like yours open for abuse. His legs strapped in as those thick fingers you were feeling working into your tight ass rubs against his tight star as you watch. 

Reaching down I take your cock in my hand, just holding it as I let you watch the two at the other table. Just as his finger slip past his tight ring I feel your cock jump in my hand, your body reacting to your vision. No sooner had his finger pushed completely into his tight ass, he pulled quickly out; not only that one butt a second finger was forced into his exposed ass as you watched. His ass jumping as if to pull away, but the restraints holding him in place.

Holding his cock with one hand and player3's hip with the other he added lube one last time before pushing the head of his cock into the tight ring before him. Your cock jumping violently in my hand as player 3's screams reach up I feel it getting even harder in my hand. I let got of your cock as I push the cock head against you, not entering yet, as player 1 pulls back slightly and pushes in again. His cock getting a deeper as his scream fades away; turning into loud moans as the cock slides deeper and deeper into his waiting ass.

Once more he pulls his massive cock out, the head shinning from the wetness, before plunging it roughly back into the exposed ass. As I push the head of the plastic cock completely into you lubed ass, his fingers prepared you well as the head popped past the ring allowing the cock to force its way deep into your bowels. Looking at player 1 as he steps forward again offering you his hard cock; you open your mouth eagerly as I thrust deeper still into your now slutty ass.

Your vision not completely blocked off your eyes never leaves the scene as the huge cock plows roughly into the wanting ass. Pulling back I let the head come out, waiting, as your ass quickly lifts up wanting more of the cock as you watch, you moan around the cock that is again in your eager mouth before I plunge the head back into your ass.

Pacing my movements with theirs as player2 forces his huge cock deeper and deeper into the small ass in front of him, his trust lifting the table upwards as his cock takes the tight ass, I slam the cock head into your ass and out again, watching as it plops out, leaving your ass wide before plunging back into your now loose ass. 

Unable to stop myself ; I feel my clit throbbing as I start to cum, plunging deep into your ass I roll my hips as my body shakes, my climax ragging thru me as I watch the cock in your mouth plunge in, his hips forcing it completely in as his cock fills your throat with his hot cum.

My body shaking as I cum rippling thru to you, cause the plastic cock to quake deep inside your well fucked ass. As screams come from the other table I tear my glaze away catching a glimpse of that huge cock pulling out. Cum gushing out as it slams back into the tight hold between those smaller cheeks, his cheeks shaking violently; I realize he's stuck in a state of cumming, the cock thrusting into his ass; the hot cum spitting out from the cock as its pushed deep into his bowels not allowing him to stop cumming.

As all this is taking place; your senses cannot take any more. The cock in your mouth exploding as your own cock is twitching, the cum built up pushing up thru you as the sensations your prostrate push you beyond control as you start cumming your moans turn into quivering half words half moans. Pulling out slowly, I watch your body, completely wet it shimmers as you catch your breath. Tiny spasms still rippling thru you are your body completes its journey thru the senses. Player1 rubs his spent cock over your lips once more before moving back to rest as the players at the other table move apart, both breathing heavy still. 

Sitting on my haunches near your face I lean up kissing you hard, the cum still on your lips, your breath slowing as I reach and untie the binds. Watching as your legs are rubbed down I undo your nipples, letting the sack on your balls wait until you can sit up.

As you move out off the seat I slide over into your arms and lean into you, letting the players unbind player 3 before I introduce you to the players officially. Caressing your thighs I turn my head and kiss your neck softly.



Opening the Door



I opened the door to find a handsome police officer ringing the doorbell. I was about to ask if there is a problem but hesitated for a moment distracted by the intense look in his eyes.

"There is a dangerous rapist in the area miss, we are close to apprehending him. There is no need to be alarmed. We are checking houses to make sure people are safe. May I come in and check the premises please?" he said with an authoritative tone in his voice.

I opened the door wider to allow him in. 

"Miss, may I have a drink of water please?" he asked as he entered the hall.

"Are you alone in the house?" he asked as we made our way along the hall in the direction of the kitchen . 

"I am the only one here. I do expect my husband home soon." I explained. 

As I reached for the kitchen door I felt a handcuff slip around my wrist and ratchet closed with a single amazingly fast motion. A strong arm appeared around me pulling me off balance by my chest. I don't even remember doing anything constructive to stop this. 

By the time I regained my balance my wrists were tightly secured behind me in hand-cuffs. These were not cheap play cuffs these felt like the real thing and there was no escape. I made an attempt to scream but there was already a hand in front of my mouth. As I opened my mouth to scream the strong hand forced in some sort of cloth. At the same time I felt something push on the backs of my knees and I collapsed to the floor. I felt something wrapped around my head over my mouth holding the cloth into place and then it was pulled very tight and secured. 

It had taken but a few seconds to go from being free and confident to being down on my knees, unable to call for help and defenceless. 

"If your husband is due home, I guess I don't have long." the voice behind said. 

I felt his hands under my arms as I was dragged backwards through the open door to the lounge. I landed on the sofa like some kind of rag doll. I landed laying on my arms, face up. I tried my hardest to scream through the gag but very little noise came out. This brought a content grin to his face as he stared at me. I could tell he was getting off on the power trip. 

I kicked out with my legs as he approached. His eyes lit up as he caught my ankles. He forced me down onto the sofa using his body to part my legs. There was nowhere I could go, no way to escape. As his weight came down on top of me his hands came up to my blouse. A shower of buttons flew around the room as my naked breasts were revealed. A strong hand gripped around my neck under my chin as I tried to turn away. It held me firmly down as I felt a mouth closing around my erect right nipple. He sucked hard on the nipple and I could feel my resistance dying away, my breathing deepening and my pussy moistening just begging to be taken. In frustration that my body was giving in to him so easily I squealed and thrust with my hips and legs trying to throw him off. It didn't help. I felt the other hand probing between my legs. I assume it was looking for knickers to remove but there were none there. 

I like the airy feel of a naked pussy and a short skirt. I so wished I had been wearing big thick difficult to move underwear today. The hand didn't take long to identify the nakedness. I felt a firm press of a thumb against my clitoris where it stayed slowly making circles. I felt fingers of the same hand caress down over the soft smooth folds of my freshly shaved labia past the opening to my pussy and probe all around my anus. I fought as much as I could but this was feeling hot as hell. Fighting really took concentration and effort. My arms were no use to me. I couldn't scream for help. I kicked and fought with my legs but had very little effect.

Moments later the hand parted me a little and I just couldn't help the way that my back arched pushing me up into him as he thrust deep inside me. I so wanted to be motionless but I couldn't help gasping for breath as he eagerly thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't breathe through my mouth and it seemed that my nose was just far too small to let in the air I needed.

Both hands pushed fingers into my hair holding my head still as he kissed my neck. the sudden grunt and the deep penetrating thrust gave away the fact that he was unloading inside me. I wanted so much to not respond but I couldn't fight the orgasm back as my body exploded into shivers.

He collapsed over me, settling to one side.

"Hi honey, I'm home." he gently whispered into my ear. 

I rubbed my cheek against his and gave a squeeze with my legs as one last shiver took over my body. 

We lay there entwined for a long time close together. Both feeling content and satisfied. Despite still being gagged and cuffed, I felt content, satisfied and one with my husband. He is my strong loving man and it makes me feel so good when he takes me just the way he wants. He was in control and yet always manages to give me what I need to have a great time.



Opening the Door-Expansion



The silence that swept our table for six in the posh restaurant was palpable. Larry looked at his Laurie with stunned amazement. Yet, his astonishment was infinitesimal compared to David's.

"Well," Trish asked her husband, "do you?"

"Trish!" David said, staggered by her original question.

"What?" she snapped back at him, her stomach churning with her own outrageous behavior. "Don't you think I'm hot enough for somebody else to want?"

"No," David answered, "I mean, yes. No, I mean, you're not supposed to ask that question!"

"Oh, dear," Kim said, smiling behind her napkin. "I believe you've embarrassed my husband."

She turned toward Ken. "Are you embarrassed dear?"

"Yeah, a little I guess. Shocked, too," her husband mumbled.

"Ken's not used to hearing that women like to fuck," Kim said. "So, David, do you think Ken would like to fuck Trish?"

"I don't have a clue," David answered, reaching for his wine glass.

"Well, I think," Kim suggested, "that he'd be a fool if he didn't. What do you think, Larry?"

Larry considered his options. He was aware that the question was supposed to be originated by his wife and directed to him. Trish had horned in and stolen Laurie's opportunity. Last week, Laurie had asked Larry if he thought David would like to fuck her. This week, Laurie was supposed to ask Larry the same question regarding Ken. Trish's question directed to David had trumped that effort.

Laurie began to giggle. Larry looked strangely at her as he replied, "She's certainly attractive enough," he said. "If Ken chooses not, he'd be making a mistake."

"I think we ought to get out of here before they throw us out," Laurie suggested through her giggles. "If anybody overheard our conversation we'd be asked to leave."

The six friends rose from the table and made their way toward the door.

"We're all meeting at Laurie's in a half-hour, right?" Kim asked.

"That's what I understand," Trish told her. "Birthday cake!"

"And presents," Kim said, grinning widely.

"Games and party favors," Laurie added, with a broad smile on her face.

"What the hell just happened?" Larry asked his wife as they drove away from the restaurant toward their home.

"I don't know," she answered. "Trish just sort of jumped the gun. I thought I was supposed to ask you, you know, like we have in the past."

"Maybe she wants him," Larry offered.

"Could be," his wife said. "Maybe she felt bad about me always being the one to ask. Or, she just could have been trying on the part for size."

"Well, David didn't seem to take it too well," Larry observed. "You'll have to find out what his issue is."

Laurie grinned. "I'm sure that won't be a problem."

Once the six friends reassembled in the den of Laurie and Larry's home, the hostess asked David to help her in the kitchen. She set about positioning candles on the birthday cake as she spoke with him.

"What's going on, David?" she asked.

He seemed genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"

"At the restaurant. You seemed annoyed."

"I was surprised, I suppose," he said. "Trish and I have never talked like that before."

"Well, you heard me ask Larry the same question last week about you, didn't you?"

David nodded.

"You were pleased with the results?"

"Of course," he answered.

"Well?" Laurie encouraged him.

David shrugged. "I don't know. I was sort of shocked."

"Sweetie," Laurie said to him, "if we're going to continue with this, you're going to have to loosen up, some. Trish is going to get some, but so are you. It can't always be a big problem with you."

"I know," he nodded, "and it's not. I just hadn't considered Trish thinking about that. I thought you'd be the one."

Laurie laughed. "And, so I will. But, so will Trish. And, I'll bet, before the night's over, you'll find Kim to be quite accommodating. That's not too horrid to contemplate, is it?"

"No, of course not," he said.

"Good," Laurie told him. "Now, put that green-eyed monster to bed and let's go see how we're all going to get laid tonight."

After the obligatory birthday celebration, the friends sat comfortably around the den, sipping wine and chatting. Laurie asked Kim what she'd like to do next, seeing the celebration was in honor of her birthday.

"Let's unwrap the presents," Kim suggested.

"I didn't see any presents," Ken said.

"They're here," Trish told him. "Each of us brought one."

"But, before we unwrap them, we have to wrap them up," Laurie reminded them. She brought out three strips of black cloth and handed one to each of the women. "Ladies," she instructed them, "please wrap your present for the birthday girl."

The women had the men stand as they tied the strips on as blindfolds.

"I'm a gift!" Larry said.

"Shush," Laurie directed. "The gifts are not allowed to speak."

"Can we ask for a drink?" David wanted to know.

"You may," Trish told her husband. "You want one now?"

"That would be lovely," David said.

Trish filled her husband's glass and handed it to him. 

"All right," Laurie said. "In the hat on the table is a stack of poker chips, red, white and blue. Each color represents one of our gifts. Kim, pick one."

Kim pulled out a red chip.

"Trish," Laurie ordered. Trish pulled out a blue chip.

"And this one," Laurie said, holding up the white chip, "is for mine. Now, on each turn, one of the women will draw a chip from the hat. Each chip represents a single article of clothing. As you remove one from your gift, you must also remove one of your own. Once they're naked, a chip is one turn. You're gift is yours to do whatever you'd like for a short period. We'll start with one minute and increase it for each turn. Kim, since you're the birthday girl, you may draw first."

Kim closed her eyes, stirred the chips in the hat and pulled out a red one. She went to her husband and removed his polo shirt. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "You're about to get lucky, fella." Then she slipped off her own tank top.

Trish drew next and pulled out a white chip. She pulled Larry's shirt off, grinning at Laurie as she did. She slid off her blouse and tossed it on the back of the sofa.

Laurie pulled a red chip. She looked at Ken, standing shirtless. "Shoes," she ordered, "take 'em off." Larry complied and Laurie slipped out of her own sandals.

The rounds continued, with each of the women giggling and whispering, especially to their own husbands when they drew their own color. Within six rounds, they were all naked. Laurie stood in front of Ken, having drawn his color chip. She took his hands and put them on her breasts.

"One minute," she whispered to the newcomer.

Ken looked dubious. He caressed Laurie's breasts, flicking his thumbs across the nipples, feeling them grow into rubbery resistance. When the time dinged the end of the minute, Laurie backed away.

"Not Kim," Ken said.

"Correct," Laurie answered, looking at his member as it bobbed to half-erect status.

Kim drew the white chip. She didn't hesitate a second, dropping to her knees in front of Larry. Her host groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock and sucked it into her mouth. When the timer sounded, Laurie tapped her on the shoulder.

"That's a very nice one," Kim said.

"I know," Laurie told her. "All right, Trish.

Trish drew a red chip. She knelt in front of Ken and looked at Laurie. The hostess nodded that the time had been set for two minute and Trish sucked her neighbor's thickening member between her lips.

"Oh, mercy!" Ken said in surprise.

Trish released him for only long enough to state, "No mercy for you, tonight."

Kim drew David's chip from the hat. She instructed him to lie on the carpet, face up. Then she knelt across him and draped her ample breasts across his face. David did not disappoint her. His tongue and lips actively sought out her flesh, laving and slurping as he nursed on her. No one noticed that David's blindfold had slipped off. He grabbed Kim by the back of the thighs and forced her slit toward his waiting lips. Kim readily complied with the pressure, her own mouth seeking out his erect member and sucking it in.

Laurie touched Trish on the shoulder and nodded toward the sixty-nine between Kim and David on her carpeted floor. "That's hot as Hell," she whispered to Laurie. Trish left Ken and pulled out a white chip from the hat. She moved over to Larry and pulled off his blindfold. She smiled into his face.

"If you'll fuck me, I'll let you watch your wife with Ken," she whispered to Larry, who readily agreed.

Trish spun around and dropped to her hands and knees. Larry took position behind her and slid his meat easily into her hot, moist love tunnel.

Meanwhile, Laurie stood in front of the still-blindfolded Ken. She put pressure on his shoulders and Ken followed her lead, dropping to his knees. She lay on her back in front of him and pulled his arms forward until he was prostrate between her legs. She held his head in her hands and guided him between her thighs. Ken took a couple of deep breaths, inhaling her essence and then began to lick her. He stopped only for a second when Laurie pulled off his blindfold. Ken looked up, grinned wickedly at her and renewed the efforts of his tongue and lips to stimulate her.

The timer was ignored when it sounded. 

"Does it worry you that I've become such and unrepentant slut?" Laurie asked her husband sometime later after their guests had left.

"Are you serious?" Larry asked her back.

She smiled at him. "A little, maybe. You realize I had sex with two different men tonight, neither of them my husband."

"I was hoping to correct that," he said, grinning at her.

"Did you have any idea I could be like that, seriously?"

He shrugged. "Hope springs eternal."

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Darling," he said, "I was right there. Remember, I had sex with two women, also, neither of them was you. Are you upset with me?"

Her eyes shone brightly. "You're here with me now, aren't you? You still love me?"

"Passionately. That's why I like watching you have fun."

"I am, you know. I never knew it could be so much fun. I just don't want you to be mad at me."

He smiled and touched her face gently. "My fantasy, remember? It just keeps getting better and better. You're amazing. You're incredibly hot, beautiful and wonderful to watch. Then, you come back to me and we have this astonishing connection to each other. You're all here. Nothing's broken, missing, or lacking. You've just had fun and so have I. We've done it together. We are together."

"And the sex?"

"It's just sex, honey. Now, do you want to make love or fuck?"

"Why don't you show me how hot it makes you to watch me fuck," she ordered.

"That I can do," he nodded. "I'd appreciate it, though, if you'd fuck me like you fucked Ken tonight. Get up here and ride me so that you control the pace and power."

"You saw?" she asked, rising to straddle her husband's hips.

"Oh, yes," he acknowledged. "I saw it, could feel it, and was thrilled watching it."

Laurie shivered as she lowered herself on her husband's hardness. "You know how I love feeling your cock inside me? As good as the others feel, yours is still the best." 

"You're going to make my head swell, as well," he answered.

"You think I'm a nasty slut?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Well, fuck me like I'm nasty," she urged.

He raised his hips to meet her downward thrusts, remembering the vision of her earlier in the evening during her interlude with their neighbors.

"What did you do to my husband?" Kim directed at Laurie when the klatch met in Marta's kitchen on Monday morning. "He's gone insatiable!"

Laurie looked at her friend in amazement. "Nothing special, I swear," she protested.

"Well, I got laid four times yesterday, once last night and again this morning," Kim told the group. "I haven't had sex this much since my honeymoon."

"You braggin' or complainin'?" Toni asked the blonde.

"David's been the same way," Trish contributed. "Once in the morning, as soon as he gets home from work, and again when we go to bed. And, it's not the quickie-type sex, either. My nerves are twitching from all the oral he's given me. And, believe it or not, I'm getting to feel like the blow-job queen of the block. He's getting them all the time, either straight up or sixty-nine."

"I'm going to have to tell Ken to back off starting Thursday or he's not going to have anything left for this weekend's festivities," Kim told them.

"Speaking of weekend festivities," Laurie said, "Trish, honey, I don't mind if you want to jump into the middle of the seduction process. Next time, though, let us know. We had a couple of uncomfortable minutes there. Larry knew what was going on. I'm not sure David had much of a clue, though."

"What happened?" Lindsay asked. "Let's hear the details."

Kim explained that Trish had stolen Laurie's line, and that David's response had been less than enthusiastic. "I don't know if he was shocked, pissed off, or what."

"What line?" Toni wanted to know.

"Well," Kim said, "Laurie is supposed to ask Larry if he thought Ken would like to do her. Then, Larry says something like he's sure that he would. But, Trish jumped in and asked her David if he thought Ken would like to do her. David got all tight, like, and it seemed like he didn't know how to play it."

"Actually," Laurie countered, "Larry was like that the first time I did it to him. His jaw kind of dropped and he sort of stared at me. I think it was the surprise. After that, he sort of knew what to expect."

"I just got so excited," Trish told them. "I heard Laurie do it and thought I could play it the same way. David's such a stick. I wanted to give him the V-8 smack on the head."

"But, Ken did do it, didn't he?" Lindsay asked.

"Oh, yeah," Trish said. "He did us all. So did my darling David, eventually. Of course, we didn't give him much of a choice."

"This week, though," Laurie decreed, "we're going to have a plan and stick to it, all right?"

"That would be best," Trish said. "I promise I'll keep my mouth shut. Well, until I've got a nice cock in front of me."

"Oh, shut up!" Kim said, her words distinct and tinged with humor. "Blow job queen."

During the subsequent meetings that week the women determined that Marta's Mitchell had the particular hots for Kim. Marta admitted that Larry had been the subject of an occasional fantasy in her forays into dreamland.

"Not that Ken or David is any slouch," Marta quickly inserted.

"That's good," Trish reminded her, "because you're going to have to do them all sooner or later."

Marta smiled shyly and nodded. "I know," she said. "There's something to anticipate."

"And, once Laurie gets ahold of Mitchell, you'll see a changed man, I promise," Kim joked. 



Opening the Door: The Klatch



The breath of a whisper would have knocked me over.

My wife of six years, prudent, sophisticated, decorous and restrained had just uttered the ultimate four-letter word in a question that frankly astonished me.

We were having our weekly night-out date in an elegant restaurant. Her wine glass was three quarters full, so it certainly wasn't inebriation. The dinner had been served moments before; hers, a filet with a wine and mushroom sauce, mine, the more robust T-bone with a side of steak-cut fried potatoes and a small serving of asparagus. The food was, as always in this familiar haunt, excellent.

No more than three bites into the meal, my Laurie pointed in the general direction of the bar area and asked, "Do you think that guy would like to fuck me?"

In an involuntary reaction, the breath caught in my chest and a shiver ran through me. I looked toward the bar and saw a lone forty-something man, dressed in a gray suit, distinguished-looking, holding an Old-Fashion glass half-full of amber liquid.

"Uh," I stammered, "what did you say?"

Not ever had I heard that word pass her lips. Even in our love-making, Laurie had always been relatively silent, an occasional moan being the only sound to escape her lips when she reached her orgasm. We never talked about our sex. It was always spontaneous, initiated by me, tender, gentle and sweet. We were comfortable with each other and our sexual joining reflected that comfort.

"I was wondering if he would like to fuck me, Larry," she repeated. "I'm sure you heard me."

It was then Laurie told me of finding my stash of erotica in the back of our closet. When we agreed to engage in a cleaning binge, I'd forgotten about the stack of magazines that was, I thought, hidden deep in the recesses of the closet and covered by clothes I rarely wore. Laurie found them and, apparently, had read a number of them.

Lodged in the recesses of my mind was the fantasy of seeing and hearing my loving wife engaged in sexual congress that fired her passions to the point of abandon. I wanted, in this fantasy, for her to lose all control, surrender to the moment, and break her façade of restraint, becoming completely shameless in desire and passion. The vehicle for this was the not uncommon fantasy of sexual congress with another man. Each magazine or article I had collected contained some description of this activity, wives being lustfully engaged in sex with someone other than the husband.

After assuring me she was intrigued rather than irate, she offered an alternative that was within her comfort zone. That was how we began the routine of role-playing. I bought her mystery man a drink, found out his name, occupation and location. I brought the information back to Laurie who virtually ordered me to assume his persona and to take her home and make love to her in our darkened bedroom as if I were the stranger. It was the most amazing sex we'd ever had. Laurie was enthusiastic, engaged, vocal and vigorous as never before.

The following morning I found her at the table in our breakfast nook with a hot cup of coffee and several of my magazines in front of her.

"Did you enjoy last night as much as I did?" she asked.

"Very much," I said, drawing my own cup of coffee from the pot.

"You know, I'm starting to understand these letters," she waved carelessly at the stack of magazines. "When sex becomes a significant part of your life, things just get more interesting.

"Until last night I didn't know," she continued. "Thank you for helping me discover it."

"I'm not sure it's the sex, darling," I said. "What you may have discovered is the passion."

"Hmmm," she hummed, tossing aside one magazine and flipping through the pages of the next. "Still, I'm not sure why these women need these other men. Mine seems to be able to provide all the stimulation I need.

"Here's one," she said. "She and her neighbor decide they'll distract their men from watching a football game. They begin, each with their own husband. Then, once they're all naked, they switch partners."

"I remember it," I admitted.

"Was I in it? When you visualized it, I mean. Was I there?"

"Of course. I told you. You're always there."

Laurie sipped her coffee. "Who was the other couple?"

"I'm not sure I recognized them," I told her. "Sometimes it's just a fantasy without anyone specific."

"Except for me," she reminded me.

"Except for you, and me, sometimes."

There was silence for a minute or so. Then, she said, "You think Ken and Kimberly would entertain this kind of idea?"

They were neighbors, three doors down and close to our age. Ken did some sort of sales thing. Kim had a part-time gig at a local car dealership, answering the phone and making the announcements. The fact that she was cute had to have some bearing on how quickly she was hired and her ability to limit her hours to ones she wanted to work.

Still, Ken and Kim had not figured into my fantasy when I read the football story.

"I don't know, Laurie. Truth is, I never thought of them in that context."

"Maybe you should," she suggested.

"Maybe you shouldn't," I countered. "Remember, honey, this is the stuff of fantasy. It's not real. It's just a figment of my imagination."

"But, we both liked doing your fantasy last night, didn't we?"

"True enough, but it was still us. That's enough for me."

She stood up and kissed my cheek. "Me, too. I really liked it, though. I hope we can do it again."

The role playing became a regular activity of our Saturday night dates. Over the next four months I played Ben and Bob, Henry and Harry, Gene, Steve, Michael and Jeremy. Laurie kept throwing in new kinks that were unexpected and, for me, delightful. For Henry, my wife decided she wanted him from behind. She rode Gene like a cowgirl, and begged Jeremy to make her his cum slut, sucking me off until I squirted my come into her mouth and throat. She sucked me to hardness after a brief respite and then made me fuck her. This time, she wanted the lights left on. She leaned against the bureau, watching herself in the mirror as I pumped myself into her from behind.

The morning-after always included discussion of the previous night's activities. Laurie continued to read through my stash of magazines. That was where she identified the various activities and became determined to try those that appealed to her.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said after the Jeremy experience. I chuckled as I drew my cup of coffee and joined her at the table in our breakfast nook.

"Good morning, my darling," I responded.

"Have I told you what a marvelous lover you are?" she asked.

"Really? Not so's I remember," I answered.

"I really liked last night," she said.

I nodded. "Okay. That's good."

"I never made you come in my mouth before."

"True."

"You know what it feels like? There's this tremendous sense of control. I've heard that whores do it and it makes some women feel like they're being demeaned. But, I didn't feel like that at all. I felt this marvelous power because I was able to make you come."

I chuckled again. "You're really amazing, you know that? I was afraid you'd be surprised and feel humiliated."

"The magazine said men really like it. It didn't say women do, too. Somebody should tell them."

"I think you'll find yourself in a minority, darling."

"Maybe so," she said. "But, I can tell you this. Now that I've figured out how to do it, I'm going to keep it up. I like doing it. I like the way it feels, and I like feeling the sensation of power when you come."

"What about the taste?" I asked.

"Sort of like a warm, salty yogurt," she said.

"It doesn't gross you out?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "When you started, I kept thinking, I made you do this. Squirt it! I want more! I was almost disappointed when you quit."

"You're really amazing."

"Does that make me a come slut?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I laughed. "Since it's only my come you've experienced. If you were slurping up come from a variety of men, that's what would make you a come slut."

Moments passed in silence. "You know what else I liked about last night?" she asked.

"What else, darling?"

"I liked watching myself getting fucked. I kept looking in the mirror, looking in my eyes, trying to see if I could see anything."

"What did you see?"

"Just that I seemed to like it. It was hard to keep watching, though. I kept wanting to close my eyes. Did you know I get a little slack-jawed when I come?"

"Do you?"

"It's like all sensation gets short circuited down to there, you know, where I feel your cock sliding in and out. My mind goes into a spasmodic series of thoughts, all of which center on wanting the fucking feeling to go on and on. Its as if I just want to holler, `Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' over and over again, but I can't get the words to form." She shrugged.

I stood up and brought the coffee carafe to the table, refilled hers and mine. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

As I returned to my seat, I asked her if she was enjoying her exploration of her sexuality.

"So far, so good," she said. "Honestly, I didn't know there was so much I didn't know. Sometimes, I wonder, though, if it's all right."

"So far, so good," I chuckled.

"No," she said, "I'm serious. How come, if everything feels so good, it's such a big secret. Nobody seems to talk about this stuff."

"You and I talk about it," I reminded her. "Don't you and your girlfriends talk about sex? I'd be surprised if you didn't."

"Oh, they hint around the edges. From what I've learned, though, I'd say they're probably mostly bored. The most exciting thing was when Drew Needham came home for a nooner one day." Laurie's friend Tammy had married Andrew Needham about three years ago. Tammy and Laurie managed to talk twice or three times a week.

"And?" I prodded.

"She was doing the laundry. He backed her up on the washer and did her right there before getting a ham sandwich and going back to work," Laurie explained.

"A nooner," I laughed.

"Tammy thought it was very sexy in the middle of the day like that," Laurie said.

"Did you tell them about our Saturday nights?" I asked her. "That would give them something to think about."

"I would think so," she said. "You think I should?"

"Sure. Tell them how it makes you feel. Maybe they'll want to try it."

Laurie worried a thumbnail for a second. Then she shrugged. "Well, since it's only pretend, and it is fun," she said, "it might be good for a laugh. They won't think we're silly, will they?"

"I doubt that. If anything, I'll bet they'll be jealous. After all, you've been getting strange cock for months and haven't had to cheat once."

"I don't ever want to cheat on you, Larry," my wife said, seriously.

"Then don't," I told her. "Most cheating happens when somebody feels they're not getting something they need. All you have to do is be honest. Tell me what you need and we'll see to it."

We had guests with us for our Saturday night date. Laurie's talk at the coffee klatch of neighborhood wives stirred the interest of Trish and David. Trish asked Laurie if they could double with us so she could see my wife's selection method in action. 

David and I would have been golf buddies if I played. We knew each other marginally from the neighborhood. They lived across the street and down three doors. He did some sort of systems analysis for a corporate giant on the outskirts of town. We both liked bourbon and Coors. That sounded like enough to base a friendship on to me.

His wife, Trish, was a knockout. The thing is, she didn't seem to be aware of the impact her blonde hair and gorgeous body had on the men around her. Trish was the kind of woman who could stop a conversation just by walking in a room. Still, she was incredibly sweet to everyone, demonstrated marvelous listening skills and seemed to hang on every word of whoever was speaking. She seemed genuinely interested in what she was hearing and looked straight in the eye of the speaker with the most radiantly shining blue eyes I'd ever seen. Laurie was beautiful. Trish was stunning.

We made small talk over dinner while Laurie scanned the bar area for likely candidates for our little game. Trish played along as well, nudging Laurie if she thought she saw a prospect. Laurie would either shake her head or grin and nod. She told Trish that the ground rules she'd set for herself eliminated any man accompanied by another woman, those she considered too old or too young, and those who were obviously on the hunt.

"That makes your selection pool a little tight, doesn't it?" Trish giggled.

"I'm very special," Laurie answered. "I'm not letting just anybody have this body."

"You're so silly," Trish said. "He's the only one getting any of that." She hooked her thumb at me.

"Let me have my little illusion, will you?" Laurie sulked humorously. We all laughed at her. "Besides, you never know. One day I might get up the guts to really try it."

"You wouldn't!" Trish nearly screamed.

Laurie shrugged. "You never know. Depends on the timing, I guess. And, the guy."

"Larry!" Trish said to me. "Are you hearing this?"

"I heard," I said, "and I agree completely. It depends on the woman and the timing."

"Oh, wait just a minute," Trish said, firmly, holding her hands up palms outward. "Laurie never talked about you doing anything."

It was my turn to shrug. "True. That doesn't mean that given the right circumstances it couldn't happen."

Laurie looked at me a long time while Trish waved away the thoughts, shaking her head and babbling, "Uh-uh. I can't believe... That'd just be... No way. You're talking about wife-swapping. What do they call it? Swinging."

I saw the smirk start to break over Laurie's face. She nodded her head. "I can imagine a situation like that. It would be very special and unique, though, with someone I could really, really trust."

David shook his head slowly and seemed to concentrate on his dinner. I looked at Laurie and nodded in his direction. Laurie looked pensive for a moment, then gave me the shrug and head tilt that said, "Sure, why not?"

I winked at my wife, then, fixed my eyes on Trish. "So, David," I said, "do you think you'd like to fuck my wife?"

The silence was palpable. Trish's face went white. I smiled.

Laurie broke the impasse. "You wanted to see how we do it, didn't you?" she asked Trish.

"Surely, you're not that direct with everybody," Trish responded.

"True," Laurie replied. "Usually it's more like this.

"Larry," she said turning toward me, "do you think that one would like to fuck me?" She pointed the heel of her fork toward David.

"Then," I added, "I find out his name. After dinner we go home and play `Who's Who?'."

"What's that?" Trish asked.

"We have jungle sex," Laurie told her, "and Larry plays the role of the stranger. I have to call him by the name he got from the man. Tonight it will be David."

"You're joking," Trish scoffed.

"Its some of the best sex we've ever had," Laurie shrugged. "It works for us." Laurie and I grinned at each other like a couple of sixth graders, full of anticipation for the evening's activities ahead of us.

"Don't you feel jealous, Larry, knowing your wife is playing around with somebody else in mind?" Trish asked me.

"I don't," I stated. "Laurie comes back to me with the dawn. She loves me. I know that. The other is just a physical thing. It doesn't change how we feel about each other. Besides, I get the benefit of her abandon and fully sensual behavior."

Trish and David were silent as the waiter rotated around our table refilling wine glasses. When he left, Trish gave us new insight into her personality.

"So, you're going to take my husband home with you tonight and do him?" she asked.

Laurie laughed. "Oh, heavens, no, darling," she said. "I'm going to take my husband home tonight and do him while he plays the part of your husband."

"I don't understand why you wouldn't want the genuine article," she offered.

"Trish," David said, somewhat sharply.

Trish looked at him and smiled sweetly. "You'd do it, David. I'm sure you would. Look at her. She's beautiful, alluring, and intelligent. Don't you want to make love to Laurie?"

David reddened. "You're embarrassing me, Trish."

"See?" Trish continued. "He'd love to do you."

"That may be," my Laurie responded, "but, it's obvious you're not ready."

"Me?" Trish cocked an eyebrow. "Honey, I'd take on your best guy in a second. What about you, Larry? You want to make love to me?"

"In your present state of mind, I'd better pass," I said, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. "For now, you'll just have to remain a hazy fantasy for me."

"That would make a tremendous impact on the klatch tomorrow, though," Trish said. "Laurie and I swapped husbands last night."

"Then, let's do it," Laurie challenged her.

"Laurie!" It was my turn to sound a little alarm bell.

"Not for real," Laurie said. "Let's role-play it. You be David and David can be you with Trish. Let's try that first," she suggested.

"Would you be willing to do that?" I asked David.

"Do the role-play thing?" he said. "Yeah, sure. I'll give it a try."

"Is that okay with you, Trish," I asked the blonde.

"You do want to fuck me, then," she said firmly.

"Yes, darling," I said. "I'd love to fuck you."

"This is going to happen, you know," Laurie confided to me on the way home. "Trish won't leave it alone until it happens."

"I always thought of her as so, I don't know, passive, I guess."

"She appears that way. But, she's a bulldog when she gets hold of something. She won't let it go."

"Are you going to be all right with it? I mean, we can just call a halt to it."

"Don't you think it would be fun, though?"

"I'm not sure. Emotions were running pretty high tonight."

"Then act it out with me. While you're playing David, imagine I'm Trish. We'll see how it works out."

I pondered the thought for a moment. "So, I'll be playing David, imagining you're Trish. So, David will be doing Trish?"

"No, silly. You'll play David doing me. You'll imagine I'm Trish and you're doing her. It's simple."

"I'm not sure I've got enough multiple personalities to handle all that at once. For the sake of simplicity, I'll do the David thing tonight. We'll try the Trish and Larry thing tomorrow night."

"How do you think David will make love to me?" Laurie asked.

"You want me to tell you," I laughed, "or would you rather I just show you."

"Hurry up and get home," she said. "I'm all wet just thinking about it."

How David would make love to my wife became clear to her when we hit the bedroom. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. "I'm a little bit nervous," I whispered in her ear. "I want this to be so good for you."

Laurie's response was a little groan as David kissed her neck, working at the fasteners and catches that held her clothing on.

"Just get naked," she whispered. "It will be faster if we do our own clothes."

We stripped. My wife looked stunning in the dimness of our bedroom. I fell to my knees as David, and wrapped my arms around her thighs. Her hands found my head and she held it gently, allowing me to move my lips across her abdomen, placing tiny kisses all along the way. When I reached her hips, my lips slid down the front of her thigh to her knee and back up.

"Oh, David," she whimpered. "You're teasing me."

"No, darling," I whispered back. "I'm just savoring the feel and flavor of your flesh. No rush."

David kissed his way back across my wife's abdomen, stopping to suck on her navel before trailing kisses down her other thigh to her knee.

"Lie on the bed," I ordered quietly.

My wife backed toward the bed until she felt it on the back of her knees. She sat and then lay back. Her hands once again found the top of my head. I placed my hands between her knees and gently pulled them apart. I resumed kissing the flesh of her thigh, only this time, I traveled up the inside until I could feel the brush of her vulva on my ear.




Opening the Door: The Klatch



"I've dreamed of kissing you like this for the longest time. I placed my lips on her vulva, splitting them easily with my tongue. I felt a shiver go through her body and a hiss of air escape her lips as I held her hips in my arms.

"Oh, David," she whispered. "That feels so wonderful!"

I licked and sucked her genitalia, savoring the musk of her dampness, pulling the tiny nub of her clitoris between my lips. Her hips bucked as my tongue lapped at the firming bud. On its downward travels my tongue probed for the opening of her hole, sliding the tip in and out several times before recapturing the blossom of her inner labia between my lips. My tongue searched for the nub again, rubbing across it with the rough upper surface and sliding slickly along the underside. Laurie's hips rose and fell as we settled into a rhythmical pattern.

"I'm ready for you," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock inside me."

"You must come, first," I ordered, pulling my mouth away briefly. "Come like this so I can taste your essence." Then I placed my tongue back on her clit and Laurie thrust herself against the pressure. It didn't take her long. I heard the keening sound she makes when beginning her orgasm and felt her hands holding my head in just the right position for her as she pushed herself against my tongue.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she said, in a voice just above a whisper. "I'm coming," she announced, pleading with me not to remove the pressure of my tongue. "Put it in me," she ordered. "Put your tongue inside me."

I did as directed and felt the pulsations as her vaginal walls clamped around it while Laurie wept through her orgasm. I had heard her scream and moan before, depending on the partner. This was the first time I'd heard this cry.

"Oh, my word!" Laurie said, when the pulsations passed. "Do you think he will eat me like that?"

"I would if it was me," I admitted, breaking character for a moment.

We lay in silence for a moment. "I want you to fuck me, David," she said.

"Like this?" I asked, softly. "Missionary?"

"I want you to know I want it," she said. "Like this." She rolled over and raised her ass high in the air. "I want to be able to push back on you, David. It's not you fucking me as much as we're fucking each other."

I stood and moved toward her. She reached between her legs and grabbed my member. She slid it up and down her damp slit, positioning it between her vulva just at the opening of her vagina.

Who started what ended right there. I couldn't tell if she pushed onto me or I pushed into her. It seemed a mutual movement to complete the joining.

"What a lovely cock," she said when she had it buried inside her. "It fits me perfectly."

I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her hips toward me. As she slid back onto my flesh, the vision flashed through my mind that this could be Trish. Immediately, the nerves in my cock started to tingle as I tried to clarify each tiny sensation of the penetration.

My wife's voice penetrated the haze of my confusion. "Oh, yes, David," she said, her voice thick with need. "Please, fuck me like that," she urged. "I love how it feels."

Though she was usually quiet in our love-making, this vocalization of her desire seemed to inflame my own passion. I thrust hard into her, withdrawing after every stroke in anticipation of another penetration of her steamy nether lips deep into her hot love canal.

"Oh, yes, please," she groaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me like that. It feels so good!"

She met each of my thrusts with one of her own, rocking back to accept my plunging meat, seeking the fullness inside her. I tried to match my rhythm to hers, timing my thrusts to her need, knowing she was getting closer to the ultimate climax.

"Fuck me now, now, now," she mewed, each word accompanied by a push toward me. I felt the tightening of her muscles as she clamped on me. I plunged against the pressure, knowing each push distended the opening, letting her feel the thickening of my meat as my own spasms rose from within me. My thighs buzzed with the familiar feeling, the ache spreading upward until the spurts of my essence bathed the interior of her, jetting hot streams of come inside her. I lurched into her a couple of more times before pulling her hips roughly to mine and holding her locked tightly as I poured the sticky mass into her deepest recesses.

"That," she panted, in breathless satisfaction, "was the best ever."

"Yes," I replied, my own breath ragged from the exertion. "I guess the coffee klatch tomorrow will get some interesting details on how David fucked you tonight." According to Laurie's report, it was Trish who pressed for the most intimate details of the previous evening's activities.

"Really," she said, "I think she was a little jealous."

"Did they try it?" I asked her. "The role-play bit?"

"Apparently so," she replied.

"And the result?" I prodded.

"Left something to be desired, Trish told me," she responded.

"Really," I said.

"Hmmm," Laurie hummed. "Trish said she had trouble imagining David as you. Something about the familiarity of his technique."

"That's too bad," I told her.

Laurie smiled coyly. "Oh, not really. She's decided she'll need the real thing to determine if it's worth continuing."

"Is that so?" I said, my chest getting tight at the concept.

"We've agreed to pursue that idea over the next couple of days to see if we can settle on a plan that will work."

"Uh," I mumbled, "this wasn't the original idea, you know."

"I know," my wife said. "But, you've been a good and faithful husband for all these weeks, playing out these various scenarios. I think you're due a reward. Think of it as our version of the `Football Follies.' We'll all get to realize our fantasies, including Trish."

"And what about David?" I asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Do you think he would like to fuck me?"



Opening the Door: The Stash



My new life started the day I found my husband's magazine stash.

We were doing some cleaning out. Old clothes were at the top of my list because we needed closet space. While Larry was dealing with the attic, putting up hangers and moving boxes around, I was attacking his closet. As I pulled out a batch of his oldest suits and shirts, I found about forty magazines in a stack. They'd been hidden in the back corner where I would ordinarily not look.

I pulled the top one from the stack and fingered through it. It featured articles on swapping, swinging, threesomes, foursomes, group sex, and gangbangs. I flipped through the pages and skimmed a couple of the articles. As I scanned backward, I came across a letters section that detailed the excitement generated when these men saw their wives or girlfriends engaged in sex with other men. I was floored.

One after another, I worked my way through the stack. Some dates were fairly recent, but others went back years. I determined Larry had collected what he considered a "best of" set of the issues. Whatever contributed to that decision was not readily apparent. They all seemed to be pretty similar in content to me.

Eventually, after having read through three of them and scanning many of the others, I put them all back in their original spot and pushed the remaining clothes down the hanging rod so they would be covered once again. I noticed, however, as I performed these tasks, that I had been aroused by the content of the issues I'd read.

This was new territory for me. Larry and I had a conventional marriage to this point. He never even suggested this type of activity. Our sex lives were regular, but fairly uneventful. Two or three times a week Larry and I would make love. That was it. Once in a while, we experimented with a different position. We'd occasionally engage in some oral sex as part of foreplay, but I would term our usual activities as fairly normal, mundane, and according to Larry's stash of literature, boring.

The rest of that Saturday was spent moving the clothing to the attic, selecting some for disposal and general cleaning up around our place. I was determined not to mention my discovery to my husband until the time was right.

Saturday night is our usual night out. We visited one of a dozen or so regular haunts for dinner and drinks. I suggested we go to one of those restaurants with a bar centrally located within the dining room. The ambience of the place was a little loud, but the music was good and the clientele usually well behaved. Larry agreed.

As we ate our dinner, I scanned the bar area looking for likely candidates. Finally, I asked my husband the crucial question.

"Do you think that guy would like to screw me?" I said, pointing to one of the better looking fellows in the bar area. Larry's face went white.

"What did you say?" he asked. His face was frozen.

"I asked if you thought that guy would like to fuck me, Larry. Didn't you hear me?"

"I heard you," he responded, "but I don't believe what I'm hearing."

I put another forkful of food in my mouth and chewed slowly, looking straight at him. After swallowing, I took a sip of wine and smiled at him.

"What would you think," I began, "or feel like, Larry. Imagine me naked, my legs in the air, spread wide, and that guy right there," I nodded, poking the back of my fork in the general direction of the bar, "in between my legs, pounding his cock into me?"

"Have you lost your mind?" he said.

I smiled at him and shook my head very slowly. "I know you've thought about it in general terms, Sweetie. I want to know, what if we took that specific guy," I nodded toward the individual in the bar, "and invited him to a hotel room so you could watch him fuck me. Would you like that? Would it turn you on? Doesn't it turn you on just considering it? Would you like to see me suck his cock, too?"

Larry was aghast.

I laughed. "Don't look so astonished, my darling. I found your stash of magazines. I read them all. There's seems to be a common thread. In all of them, the wife, me, is fucking somebody while her devoted spouse, presumably you, watches. Sometimes he gets to fuck another woman, and other times he just watches. The fact you saved all those magazines says it's something that turns you on. I want to know if you're serious about it."

He could have been slugged in the gut the way he looked. His poise evaporated. He actually looked ashamed.

"They're just...I don't know," he said, glumly, "fantasies."

"Ah," I nodded. "And, when you fantasize, am I there? Is it me?"

Larry looked deflated. "Yes," he finally admitted.

"I'm not mad, Larry," I comforted him. "In fact, reading all that stuff got me pretty hot, too. But, I'd like to know why that particular fantasy."

"Because," he said, after a deep breath, "I never get to watch. When we're together, I'm always so occupied that I never get to see you. Everything is colored by my own involvement." He shrugged his shoulders.

"So, you'd like to see me fucking without being involved, as you say?"

"Something like that."

I nibbled another morsel from my plate as I considered my husband's answers. He had been my third lover. Sex was an activity for the males of the species, I'd always believed. The female participated in order to make her man happy. The orgasms I'd experienced with Larry were the first and an unexpected benefit of the act. They were pleasurable, to be sure, and an affirmation, I had always thought, that I had found the right man.

"I'll tell you what," I said, finally. "I'll consider making your fantasy a reality."

"You don't have to do that," he protested.

"I know I don't. But, I told you, those magazine articles, or letters, or whatever, had an effect on me, too. I just might like doing it. Anyway, before I do, you have to do something for me."

"What's that?" he asked, not entirely convinced of the idea, yet.

"We're going to do a little role-playing first to see if I'd like it."

"How are we going to do that?"

"We're going to keep the lights off and pick a name, any man's name. You'll be that man for the night. Then you can fuck me like that man and I'll see if I like it."

"I told you that you didn't have to do anything," he reminded me.

I smiled at him. "I know, Sweetie. You never know, though. Maybe I'll get off on it as much as you do and your fantasy can become a reality. Who knows? This little adventure could give our sex life a kick in the backside. That would be a change for us, wouldn't it?"

"You know I've never complained about our sex life," he said.

"But there must be something," I responded. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have collected those magazines.

"Besides," I continued, "before I read your collection today I'd always thought sex was a duty of marriage. An enjoyable duty, to be sure, but I'd never considered it a vital element of our relationship. I think it would be fun to make it one."

Larry surprised me. He dabbed at his lips with the dinner napkin, stood up and disappeared into the bar. He stayed gone for about ten minutes. He returned to our table with a glass of whiskey and a serious look on his face.

"His name is Greg," he said. "He's an attorney working on a divestment case for some investment bank that's gone broke. He's single, well, divorced. He doesn't live here, but is staying in a condo his company arranged while he works out the details of his case. He expects to be in town for another three months. Here is his card."

Larry reached across the table and handed me the business card. The front was embossed with the name, address of a firm from St. Louis, and the words "Attorney at Law", and several telephone numbers. On the back was his local address and cell phone number.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"Hold on to it," Larry told me. "Maybe sometime in the next three months we'll decide to call him. For legal advice." 

"Or maybe," I said, slowly, "you could take me home, strip me and fuck me, Greg."

We barely made it to the house.

Larry played his part to perfection. We did things to each other we'd never considered in the course of our normal coital relations. In the dark of our bedroom, he kissed and licked every part of my body as he stripped the clothing off me. My nipples seemed alive with electricity as he suckled them while he unsnapped my brassiere. I could not keep my pussy from pushing forward as his lips and tongue traced their way to my navel. When he slipped his thumbs in my thong and pulled them over my hips, his mouth slid sensuously down my belly until his tongue was driving between my labia and slurping up the wetness that had developed there since we'd left the restaurant.

"Leave the stockings and heels," Larry/Greg growled as I stepped out of the small pile of my clothing and spread my legs to give him greater access to my dripping pussy.

I shuddered with tiny orgasms as his tongue scrapped across my clit and tickled the outer regions of my vaginal orifice. For the first time in my life I actually ached to feel a cock slide in there and told my lover of my desire.

"Please," I begged, my voice unfamiliar to me with the strange whimper of desire, "I want you to fuck me."

"Who am I?" Larry growled.

"You're Greg," I whispered.

"Then ask Greg," he mumbled.

"Please, fuck me, Greg. I want your cock inside me. Come fuck me, Greg."

In seconds I was on my back on the bed. My legs were lifted to his shoulders and I felt the bulbous, rubbery head of his cock probing my opening. I shifted my hips, spreading wide to allow him access. The head popped in, then withdrew. The next thrust succeeded in only half the cock I needed. By the third, he was fully lodged inside me. His arms wrapped under me, his hands on my shoulders pulling me against his hips and filling me with deliciously full and throbbing cock.

"Squeeze my cock with your muscles," my love directed. "Feel Greg's cock fully inside you, ready to pump his come into you."

I squeezed. I could feel the log of his member filling every space inside me. My heart was pounding rapidly. "You feel so wonderful inside me, Greg," I whispered. "You're filling me up. It feels so good!"

Sex had always been very nice. This was incredible! Every nerve in my body shrieked desire with the contact. I craved stimulation.

"Fuck me, Greg," I pleaded. "Fuck me now."

The log of flesh inside me began to move and the nerves inside me quivered with the sensation. My belly seemed aflame. The heat oozed up my sides and around my back to where his arms clasped me to him. Normally reserved and fairly quiet during intercourse, a stream of invective and encouragement involuntarily began streaming from me.

"That's it," I snarled. "Fuck me with your hard cock. Fill me up. Keep moving. I want to fuck you. Fuck me. Give me your prick. Pound your meat into me. Fuck me harder. I want you to fuck me."

"Say my name," he growled.

"Yes," I acknowledge. "Fuck me, Greg. I want Greg's cock inside me. Oh, yes! You're making me come, Greg. Don't stop moving. Please fuck me, Greg. Harder, Greg. Do it faster."

My mind's eye formed a visual tableau in the darkness of the room. I could see Greg's handsome features, his face grim in determination as he plunged himself inside the woman on the bed with her stocking-clad legs and heel-covered feel waving in the air with every thrust. I knew I was that woman I was watching. It heightened the sensation, the stimulation to realize that the cock pounding into me was his, and I was there as a receptacle for his sex. He wanted me. I was attractive, sensual, and a great fuck. This was marvelous!

I was amazed at how easy it was to accomplish this pretense. There in the dark, the cock plunging into me could have belonged to anyone. It was simple to keep the attractive face of Greg, the attorney, in my mind's eye. For his part, Larry restrained from any activity that could be identified as uniquely his. I felt completely wanton, like a fully sensual creature with the sole purpose of achieving my own gratification. That meat pounding into me, invisible in the darkness, was there to for only one reason; to make me feel the exquisite sensations of a glorious orgasm. I surrendered to that general feeling of shameless self-indulgence. 

I couldn't count the number of small orgasms I'd had. A big one was building. I could feel the origins deep in my belly. A wonderful, warm ball seemed to grow there and spread heat into my loins, thighs and knees. At several points of juncture between the pounding meat and my own sensitive flesh tingled with craving at the friction.

"Fuck me, Greg," I cried out. "I'm so close. Fuck me 'til I come. Your cock feels so good! I want it. I want your cock to pound in me. I want your hot seed inside me. Please fuck me!" The last came out as a scream as I topped the crest of the giant wave that swept over me.

The effect was that my mystery cock lodged at its fullest penetration and pulsed, stretching my innards as I convulsed on the invasive meat. He pulled out and shoved back in, my own involuntary convulsions pressing hard against him as he plunged inside me. Hot spurts of his come bathed my flesh, sparking a recognition in my mind.

"You're coming inside me!" I yelled. "Oh, yes! Fill me with your seed. Let me feel your heat. Pump your come into me."

My lover plunged deliberately deep inside and unleashed a huge, hot spurt that warmly coated my inner flesh. Three, four, five spurts, and then it was over. I slowly gathered my wits as I gasped for breath.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed. "That was fantastic!"

We lay, panting, joined, and recovering for several minutes. Larry's cock began to soften and he rolled away.

"You never used to talk that way," Larry gasped.

"It's not my usual vocabulary," I admitted. "After I read your magazines, though, it seemed like everybody uses those words."

"I liked it," Larry said. "For the first time it seemed like you really liked it, too."

I rolled to my side and reached for him in the dark. "I always liked it," I told him. "But, this time it was really different. This time it was raw and primal. This was just sex. It was exciting."

"Must have been the Greg factor," he tendered. 

Was that the factor, I wondered? Was it the idea of a different cock? Maybe it was. But, there was another option.

"It could be that," I told my husband. "But, I think it might be something else. I think that Larry always made love to me. Tonight was a fuck. You got turned on. I got turned on. We were connected to our basic animal instincts. As far as I can remember, we haven't ever done that before.

"I had no anticipation that Greg would make love to me. He'd just want to fuck. That allowed me to drop all pretence and simply do the animal basic. So, did you like it?"

"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "I like the animal side of Laurie. Not all the time, mind you. But, once in a while it's nice to see that aspect of you."

"How about most of the time?" I asked him. "Once in a while you'll see the devoted, loving, tender wife."

Larry laughed, "So, you do like it?"

"You know what I like?" I asked. "I like having the freedom to ask you if you want to fuck. I like being able to be nasty and wanton with you. I like the feeling of celebrating our sexuality. And, I like the variety of fucking and, when it's appropriate and necessary, making love."

"What about the Greg thing?" he wanted to know.

"It's a great tool," I said. "I'm not sure we'll need it, though. We might try this role-playing bit a couple of more times and see if it makes a difference. Frankly, though, if you fill the bill, I don't see the need."

"So, I should throw away his card with all the numbers?"

"That's a fantasy, Sweetie," I told him, giving him a hug. "But, maybe you should keep it, though. Who knows? We might need some legal advice sometime in the future."