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The Good Book

By: juanwildone



It started with a book.

The company I worked for had arranged a holiday gift offer through one of those warehouse booksellers. We could order any book we wanted. The selected book would be gift-wrapped, mailed and ready for opening Christmas morning.

I decided on a gift for my wife, Melissa. We'd been married less than a year yet; being married was more than I'd ever hoped for. To share your life with someone else was wonderful, the intimacy, the devotion, the togetherness. Oh and the sex, man! At the time, I really thought I had the tiger by the tail.

Every Friday night we went to bed early to make love to each other. We would hug and cuddled for a few minutes, and then I'd kiss her gently on the lips. My hands would rub her soft breasts beneath her nightgown. When she was ready she'd move her legs apart. I would position myself between them and support my weight on my elbows. It usually took a few tries before I was able to push into her vagina. I would push slowly forward until completely inside her. It was really nice. When she was comfortable she would kiss me and say, "I love you." I would then begin to move back and forth. After a couple of minutes, I would ejaculate inside her. I would kiss her and say, "I love you." I would be asleep in just a couple of minutes.

The only area in our marriage where there was a little friction was our religious life. I was raised in a deeply religious family. Daily prayer was a part of all my families' activities and we prayed many times a day; at meals, whenever we were leaving the house, and pretty much anytime you felt an inner prompting to speak to or praise the Lord. Melissa's family was not as prayerful as mine and she was not comfortable with this approach. 

So the book I selected was about integrating prayer into your daily life. It contained simple practices to help one discover and enjoy an active prayer life. The package from the bookseller arrived, already gift-wrapped, a few days before Christmas. I placed it beneath the tree.

Christmas Morning was wonderful. I arranged it so that the book would be the final gift she opened. To help her appreciate the intention behind my choice, I prepared a little speech about how important I thought this book could be for her and for our marriage.

Melissa carefully unwrapped the book holding it behind the wrapping paper so that I unable to see it. As she silently read the front dustcover I could see her eyes widen, first looking up to me then back to the book. She began to flip thoughtfully through the pages. She sighed a couple of times then looked back to me - her eyes crinkled in a smile.

This was exactly the response I was hoping for. "I knew you'd like it. Well, actually I wasn't sure but I prayed for guidance."

"I do like it. I guess I'm just surprised." A big smile spread slowly across her face. "It's not what I would have expected from you. This is really for both of us, isn't it? Are we going to read this together?" She had the cutest expression on her face.

"No, I think you should read it first. Try some of the different practices and techniques. Find the ones that you're comfortable with, the ones that work best for you. After that we can do it together as much as you want. Then, if you get comfortable enough, we can do it with others."

Her eyes widen dramatically and there was a catch in her voice. "You want us to do this with others? Other people? Other couples?"

I could tell that this was making her a little anxious. "Well, only if you're comfortable. I'll be happy if it's just you and me doing this every day."

"Every day?" Her eyes were beginning to tear.

"Sure, but only when you're ready."

"OK. When do you want me to get started?" She sounded so excited I couldn't help but smile.

"Well, let's take it slow and easy. Like I said, I think you should start reading it first, try the techniques that appeal to you, and then try them with me. You might want to try a couple of different times a day, find the time best for you"

She swallowed. "A couple of times a day?" Her eyebrows rose high. "You want me to do this a couple of times a day."

"Sure, if it works for you, why not. Why don't you try it for a couple of days then we can try it together - would Wednesday evening be too soon?"

"Wednesday night. OK. And you think I should practice on my own whenever I want? As often as I want?"

"Oh absolutely! There really is no wrong time. And I don't believe you can do too much."

Melissa clutched the book to her chest and gushed, "I love you." 

* * * * *

When I arrived home Wednesday, Melissa greeted me at the door with a very unexpected (although I thoroughly enjoyed it) and very passionate kiss. When I asked her what that was all about she said she loved me and wanted to be sure that I knew it. I told her I did and asked if she had been practicing. The smile on her face was incandescent.

"Yes! I've been practicing every day, sometimes twice a day. I've practiced twice today already."

"You have! That's great."

Her eyes became glassy and heavy-lidded. She chewed her bottom lip. "Would you like me to do it right now?"

"Right now?" She nodded. "Can we do it right here?" She nodded again and her eyes fluttered a bit. 

"Except you can't watch me." She actually blushed. "I'm not ready for that - not yet."

She looked so cute and vulnerable. "OK. What do you want me to do?"

"Sit in the chair. And cover your eyes - use your tie."

"My tie? Why can't I just close my eyes?"

"NO! Not yet - maybe when I get more comfortable doing this you can watch me then."

"OK. But I'd really like to watch - soon." I smiled at her, and she swallowed nervously.

"I think I'd really like that." She kissed me again. "But not just yet - not today. Now I'm going to cover up those baby blues of yours."

Melissa wrapped my tie around my head, tied it securely, and sat me in the chair. I began to pray silently. The tie was partially over my ears so that sounds were somewhat muffled. I thought I heard Melissa sigh a couple of times. Soon an aroma filled my nostrils, earthy, musky, intoxicating. It was somewhat familiar but I couldn't quite place it. 

I have heard that deep prayer can bring forth heavenly manifestations, i.e., visions, voices, speaking in tongue. Could this delightful smell be like that? Melissa seemed to be breathing loudly. It sounded somewhat like a dog panting after a run. Then I heard it. Melissa was calling out to the Lord. "Oh God...Oh God...Oh God." Over and over she repeated the Lord's Name. She cried out loudly. Then silence.

I felt hands untie my tie and I opened my eyes to see my beautiful wife glowing. A light sheen of perspiration covered her face. Her eyes were blazing with intensity as she looked at me. I was stunned.

"Wow. I've never seen you like this. You seem to really enjoy this?"

"That was the best one yet! It just keeps getting better and better, every time. I love you so much." She kissed me so passionately that it left me nearly breathless.

"I love you too."

Dinner that night was slow and relaxed. Melissa's gaze rarely left me. I found myself secretly wishing that Friday night would arrive early.

* * * * *

When Friday finally arrived, I was ready. By that, I mean that I was looking forward to spending the evening with Melissa. Dinner was fantastic; and quite uncharacteristically for us, we drank a whole bottle of wine. We flirted throughout the meal. 

Usually after dinner we would watch some TV. You know, just relax a bit before going to bed. This night was different; Melissa put some quiet music on the stereo and stood in the middle of the floor.

"Come here Robert. Dance with me."

I held her close and we began to dance. Soon we were simply swaying casually, rubbing out bodies against each other. I was soon very erect; Melissa seemed to enjoy the feeling of my erection pressing into her abdomen. She lifted her head and we began to kiss. The kisses grew in intensity. Our hands roamed freely over each other. Then Melissa pushed away from me. We were both breathing heavily. She walked past me, toward our bedroom. She looked at me with a passion and a need that was captivating. She took hold of my hand and led me inside.

I started to undress when she stopped me. "Let me do that." She slowly unbuttoned my shirt one button after the other. As each button opened, she would kiss my newly exposed skin, and then drag her fingernails over the same area. The sensation was incredible. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, down to my elbows and left it there. She then knelt before me, loosened my belt, and pulled in slowly out through the loops. She unzipped my pants. I struggled for a moment with the shirt but Melissa looked up and told me not to move - I didn't.

My pants slid to my feet. Melissa knelt and stroked lightly up and down my legs; I was shaking with excitement. I wanted to reach down and touch her but my arms were entangled preventing any direct participation on my part. Melissa began to take great liberties with my situation.

My erection was clearly in need of release from confinement. But Melissa wouldn't remove my briefs no matter how much I asked. She held my thighs and rubbed her face back and forth across my cotton-covered penis. As I began to shake she finally stripped me of my briefs and removed my shirt. She pushed me back onto the bed. I opened my mouth to speak. Her finger on my lips quieted me.

She swayed slowly before me and began to remove her clothes. Her blouse was unbuttoned with excruciating slowness. As the front opened, I could see her breasts in a white lacey bra. I gasped. The blouse floated to the floor, mesmerizing me with her loveliness. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and I could see her nipples pressing against the fabric.

The swaying continued as her skirt was released, falling down her hips to her feet. She stepped out of it and looked at me. I now realized that she was not wearing her usual underwear, this was different, softer, lacier, and sheerer - this was lingerie. Her panties were nearly transparent; I could easily see the triangle of her pubic hair through it. I was nearly frantic with anticipation for her to remove her last bits of clothing. My anticipation was going to grow.

Melissa stood before me sliding her hands up and down her body. She spent extra time touching her breasts and seemed to be rolling her nipples between her fingers. I felt like I was on fire. I wanted to touch her as never before. I was jealous of the hands touching her; I wanted them to be my hands. Her skin glowed as she stepped closer to the bed. She climbed on and, straddling my legs, walked forward on her knees. With her calves next to my hips she sat on my thighs. The nexus of her body was so close to my penis that I could feel her heat. 

My erection pulsed and twitched. I wanted her as never before. She reached behind her back and I saw the tension in her bra release. Her arms crossed over her breasts and took hold of her shoulder straps. The straps were pushed off her shoulders and hung limply. She held the cup of the bra in her hands and looked at me. I sighed deeply, and then moaned pleadingly. She lowered her hands and slowly exposed her beautiful perfect breasts. As more skin was exposed I found myself shaking with need. She paused with the cups held to cover her nipples then revealed them.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

She smiled at me and bent forward to kiss me. 

She never made it. When the silky softness of her panties and the heat of her skin made contact with my penis, I snapped. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have her. She squealed as I grabbed her arms and quickly rolled her onto her back. In an instant, I was dragging her panties down her legs. I pushed her legs apart and moved between them. She was struggling to get comfortable beneath me. I barely noticed, crying with need I stabbed at her with my penis until at last I found her center and pushed deep inside her. She cried out loudly, whether in pleasure or pain, I didn't know (and to my shame at the time I didn't care.) I didn't hesitate. I didn't stop. 

Repeatedly I plunged into her with a ferocity that I had never experienced before in my life. Moans and cries were uttered, accompanied by the sound of our skin slapping together. Her legs locked around my hips and she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. If she had first cried out in pain, it was clear now that her cries were ones of pleasure as she begged me to continue.

I was thrusting into her as never before, and she was matching my intensity and rhythm. It didn't take long for my orgasm to come. As the pressure began to build I thrust faster. That seemed to cause a change in Melissa as she began to babble and moan. I felt her shake and spasm beneath me. She cried out loudly to the Lord, stiffened, shook and cried out again, stiffened - then it was if her whole body became rigid.

A spasm of unforeseen intensity blasted through me. I felt my penis swell and spurt. I continued to thrust as I pumped my seed into her. And I continued to thrust into her until my penis was too soft to continue. 

Finished, I collapsed on to her. I could still feel her vagina clutching at me, though it was impossible for me to respond. I couldn't even speak. I have no idea if I fell asleep of was just unconscious of the time, but I eventually realized that the full weight of my body was on top of my wife. I lifted my torso off of her and looked at her. Her face was flushed, eyes unfocused at first then focused on mine. "I love you."

I bent down to kiss her and our lips met in the gentlest of ways. "I love you too."

I rolled over to the side landing on my back. Usually after making love we would both lie on our backs and fall quickly asleep. This time she rolled with me until she was half straddling my body, her head on my shoulder, her breasts lying on my chest. The way she swung her leg over mine caused her vagina to rest just above my thigh. As we lay there quietly I became aware that something warm and wet was dripping on my thigh. My seed was spilling out of her onto me. For some unknown reason I found the sensation strangely arousing and my body responded. She felt my reaction - well, she felt my erection which was my reaction. Then something happened that had never happened before. 

We made love a second time in the same evening.

Only I didn't realize at first what was about to happen. Melissa rolled slowly on top of me, straddling my thighs, her hands on my chest. I looked up at her. 

She nodded toward my erection. "Would you mind explaining this?" 

I mistook the seriousness of her expression as a rebuking of my barbaric taking of her. I started to apologize and she started to laugh. The more I tried to explain what had just happened, the more she seemed to think it was hilarious. I finally realized that she had enjoyed it as much as I did and joined her in laughter.

As we finally calmed down, I became acutely aware that my erection was now pressing against her crotch. She was aware of it too and the most beguiling of smiles crossed her face. She swiveled her hips and pressed her body down onto the head of my penis. I was just about ready to roll her over when she sat up engulfing my penis into her like never before. That simple action felt amazing. I didn't have to move a muscle. She did it all.

She started with a gentle rocking motion - it was fantastic. Then she changed to more of a hula dance motion - just swiveling her hips as she sat on me. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever experienced. As she 'hula-ed' she reached down and pulled my hands to her breasts. I rubbed them gently, then she looked at me and said, "Harder. Rub my nipples harder." So I did, or at least I thought I was until she said through gritted teeth, "Harder. Harder." So I took hold of her nipples between my thumb and fingers and really squeezed and pulled them. This must have been what she wanted because as soon as I started she moaned loudly and switched from the hula motion to - well she was bouncing hips up and down and it reminded me of a rodeo cowboy. She was moaning and groaning, so I decided to play along and started to buck my hips like a horse.

Her eyes opened wide, she screamed, and pinned my arms to the bed. She lifted her hips up and I thought that I had done something wrong because she was pulling herself off of me. I was wrong. With just the head of my penis still inside her I was about to speak when she slammed her hips down on me. Then she did it again and again. Soon she was covered in sweat, and it dripped freely from her. I was beginning to get close to my own orgasm when she lifted her head up. I felt her vagina clutching at my penis and this triggered mine. We moaned in unison.

This time she collapsed on me. We were asleep in seconds, at least I was. When I awoke the next morning she was still lying on top of me - well, half on, half off. I tried to move and discovered that we were stuck together at our hips. My efforts to unstuck us, woke her up. She looked at me and smiled, I don't think I'd ever seen a prettier sight. 

That was the end of our once a week on Friday night routine. Soon, we were making love just about every night. Sometimes we went to bed intending to make love. Sometimes we would just hug and kiss and it led to making love. 

I had to go on a business trip and would be gone for four days, leaving Tuesday and returning Friday afternoon. At the airport, as Melissa kissed me good-bye she whispered in my ear that she would have a special surprise for me when I got home if I did one little thing for her. I agreed of course, and then was shocked when she said that I could not masturbate while I was away.

It was agony, mostly because every night that we talked Melissa told me how empty the bed was and how much she was missing me. She was very specific in the ways that she missed me too. I'm not sure that I could have held out another night. That Friday night when I got home was pretty intense. I had a lot to share with my wife. By Saturday morning it was evident that the fresh sheets she'd put on would have to be changed. We were both pretty sticky.

"Let's go shower, my love."

We had showered together before, it was no big deal. This time was completely different. We had both got good and wet when she handed me the soap and said, "You made this mess, now you clean it up."

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

She spun to face the wall so that I could do her back first. I carefully washed her neck, shoulders, and back. As I re-soaped to wash her bottom she leaned forward against the glass causing her bottom to arch toward me. My body responded. I washed her bottom then knelt to wash her legs and feet. After a rinse she turned around. As I was still kneeling my eyes were level with her crotch. I could clearly see the white crust that covered her pubic hair and inner thighs. I washed and watched. After finishing her legs I stood and washed her upper body. I particularly enjoyed washing her breasts, her nipples got quite hard. I rinsed her down and was about to give her the soap to wash me when I noticed that she was pouting with her head down looking up at me.

"What?"

"Don't you like my body?"

"I love your body, it's beautiful. I love every bit of your body."

"No, you like some of it - but not all of it."

"What part don't I like?"

"The part you didn't wash - you don't like that part." Her bottom lip was sticking out.

I thought for a moment. I understood. "Oh, I was leaving that for you to wash."

"Because you don't like it, you think it's ugly and smelly."

I could tell by her tone she was teasing me, but I could also tell she was telling me something very important. I lifted her chin and kissed her softly on her mouth. "I don't want you to ever think that I don't love every bit of you. If you want, I'll be happy to wash you there - down there."


The Good Book Ch. 02



The Good Book - Sharing the good news

In the beginning ...

Melissa poured a fresh cup of coffee for herself and Erica. They each added sugar and cream to their preference, sipped quietly, then murmured appreciatively. They drank their coffee in communal silence. First cups drained, Melissa turned to her neighbor and smiled engagingly. The down-turned corners of Erica's mouth indicated that the transformation of her sex life had encountered yet another rough spot. Melissa sighed to herself. Erica's husband - great guy that he was - had become one very tough nut to crack. Never the less she felt it was best to strike while the husband was still trainable. She thought she needed to do something to shake Erica out of her rut - something spontaneous. The idea hit her in a flash. 

"I've been thinking of what you need to try next." Melissa leaned in closer. "How are you and Brain with quickies?"

"Quickies?" Erica frowned even deeper.

"You know what I mean Erica 'wham bam thank you ma'am' sex. Bent over a chair or table, panties pulled down or pushed aside and a hot, hard cock pushed into you then 'bam - bam - bam - bam' until your deliriously happy husband cums with a roar - Robert loves it when we do it. Quickies; you and Brain need to do quickies."

Erica unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, the image that Melissa had painted was burning into her imagination. She saw her husband throwing her over his favorite chair and ripping her clothes off, he towered over her with his prodigious cock sticking out from his pants. A gasp and chilling shudder brought her back to reality. She shook her head. "We tried something like that once ... it really hurt; Brian's kind of big."

Melissa hugged her friend. "There is not a problem that can't be solved - just how big is he?"

Erica placed her index fingers about eight inches apart, then made a rig with her hand - her thumb and first finger weren't even close to touching. She blushed when Melissa whistled and chided her about being a "very lucky girl." She was beckoned to follow Melissa to the master bedroom.

Erica watched as Melissa went to her closet and returned with a small make-up case. Melissa opened the case and turned it over, dumping the contents on the bed. Erica's eyes went wide in wonder, then shock, only to settle on a fierce curiosity. The case was filled with sex toys; a couple of realistic looking cocks (one as big as Brian, maybe bigger), an assortment of vibrators, bottles filled with colored liquids, handcuffs, and other unknown and somewhat intimidating looking items that were scattered about on the bed.

Melissa smiled and picked out a large flesh-colored cock and a bottle of clear fluid. "Sometimes spontaneity needs a little prior preperation." She explained that being ready for action was no different than dressing to arouse. In fact, they complimented one another. Melissa rubbed some of the fluid on the head of the cock and offered it to Erica to touch. "Ready is as ready is."

"It's really slippery," Erica observed. She realized she was rubbing her thighs together again and stopped.

"I've already seen you - when you tried on all of that lingerie - so you might as well get a look at me." Melissa reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. She scooted onto to the bed hiked her skirt up and spread her legs wide - her sex on full display to Erica.

Before Erica could say anything, Melissa placed the head of the fake cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed - it slipped easily inside. She played with it a while then pulled it back out and held it in front of Erica. "This is bigger than Robert yet you saw how easily it went in. A little work with this and you'll find Brian's size is not a barrier to great spontaneous sex. I'm going to wash this - then it's your turn. Why don't you get yourself ready, I'll just be a minute."

Melissa returned from her bathroom slowly toweling the plastic appendage dry. "Robert knows I have some toys, but he's never seen this. He would love to see what you just saw." She continued chatting as she recoated the head of the cock with the clear fluid. "Okay girlfriend, spread 'em." 

Erica didn't move. Melissa set the cock on the towel. "Erica, you aren't cheating on Brian by using something like this - that's why they're called marital aids. It's meant to make your marriage better and quickies are definitely a part of a happy marriage. Imagine you're feeling super sexy and want Brian to slip you the old hard one first thing when he gets home. Maybe you've been calling him throughout the day talking sexy, telling him how much you need it 'right now baby, I need it right now.' When you know he's on the way home you take this out, lube it up, and get yourself good and ready. Viola, you're now ready for a 'wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am' quickie. And don't worry about Brian noticing that he can easily penetrate you - he'll be too happy just being there."

"I don't think we should do this." Erica looked confused and conflicted. Melissa launched into a rehearsed argument about the importance of keeping a marriage fresh and spontaneous (even if that spontaneity was sometimes planned) Erica was slowly persuaded as Melissa reminded her of the progress made and the successes enjoyed, "I haven't mislead you yet - have I?"

Erica reluctantly agreed, slowly bent her legs and spread them apart, "I'll just pull my panties to the side okay." She reached for the cock; her hand shaking. She pulled her panties aside, placed the cock at her entrance, and pushed gently.

Nothing happened.

She pushed again.

Nothing still, well maybe the head went in a little.

"Like this Erica." Melissa grabbed the base of the cock and pushed with a slight twisting motion. The cock sunk quickly into a gasping Erica. Melissa had moved so quickly that her motion pushed Erica's hand against her aroused clit. Then Melissa's hand twisted - pushing up against Erica's. The accumulative affect of all that thigh rubbing reached it's natural conclusion and Erica orgasmed with a loud exclamation.

"Oh God I'm so sorry." Erica blushed deeply.

"No, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have done that."

"No. I ... wow, that was amazing. I can't believe I came so easily."

The girls looked at one another and burst out laughing. Once they started they couldn't stop. Every effort at self-controlled elicited new gales of guffaws.

Maybe it was inevitable but somehow in all the laughter Melissa got it in her head that she needed to have her own orgasm so that they were equal. Both were surprised when she grabbed the cock from Erica's hand and (without washing it) pushed it slowly inside her own cunt. Melissa quickly developed a rhythm but it soon became obvious that she wasn't going to be coming as quickly as Erica. The room became erotically quiet but for the soft squish of the counterfeit cock in Melissa's wet cunt - and the sound of Melissa's panting breath. She looked at Erica with an expression of reluctant acceptance. She wasn't going to come quickly.

Erica reached forward with a quiet 'let me help.' She took the cock in her right hand and with her left she began to slowly rub Melissa's clit. 

It was only after Melissa's long groaning orgasm that they both realized what had just happened. Amid blushes and glances of apology Melissa slowly recovered. "Maybe we should just put these away for right now?"

"Yeah."

****

One week later ...

Melissa finished pouring coffee and set the pot down. "Are we okay? You know after what happened last week? Things got a little ..." 

"Yes, we're okay. No, we're better than okay - we're friends, good friends. Nothing has changed that. I know what happened was a surprise, even a shock, but it wasn't ... I just - well there we were and everything." Erica sipped her coffee and took a deep breath, "I guess I need to confess something to you, especially to you. But first YOU have to promise never to tell anyone."

"Okay - I promise." Melissa crossed her heart and held her palm up.

"As I've told you before, I had never had sex with another man before my wedding night; Brian is my first and only. I'd done sexual things with guys, you know, getting felt up, hand jobs - and not very good ones based on what I know now - that sort of thing but never any penetration. Never."

"Okay, I was pretty much the same way ... maybe there was a little bit of poking here and there but I never completely went all the way." Melissa smiled, she was of the opinion (an opinion she'd never shared with her husband) that sex wasn't sex if the guy didn't ejaculate inside you.(Okay it was just one guy - and they only did it three times - in her defense Melissa had thought he was getting ready to propose to her.)

Erica sipped her coffee and then put her cup down. She interlaced her fingers to keep her hands from fidgetting. "Oh God - I can't believe I'm going to tell you this - okay, making it out of high school as a virgin wasn't that tough. Except I guess I always thought I'd be married soon after. Well that didn't happen so when I went off to college - I still wanted to save myself. Thank God I didn't meet any guys I really liked during my freshman year. 

"By my sophomore year, I was beginning to waiver. I dated this guy and if he had been just a little bit more aggressive ... I'd have slept with him. We dated for over a year, almost two years really. Anyway right after Spring break (this was in my Junior year now) I dropped by his apartment to return his key - I'd been taking care of his plants and stuff while he was away - and I guess he forgot I had it. I just let myself in like I had done before. Well I heard noises coming from the bedroom so I went and checked."

"He was with another guy, they were sucking each other. I was shocked, hurt, angry, furious ... I was also curious, even jealous. I wanted that to be ME - so I just watched until they were done. Well you can imagine the chaos when they finally noticed I was there - shouting, denials, attempted explanations. He even tried quoting Bible scripture to me. He said that since he and his friend never engaged in sodomy there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. He said oral sex was not sex. That it didn't count. I told him it counted to me and left."

"Oh you poor thing - you must have been devestated." Melissa placed her hand on Erica's and gave it a comforting caress.

"I was, I was - when I got back to my apartment my roommate immediately saw that something was terribly wrong. She poured me a shot of Tequila - I didn't even know she drank, let alone had a bottle in our room - and just waited for me to talk. Then she poured another, and another. We were both pretty drunk when I finally was able to tell her what happened. She was very sympathetic - but not that surprised - she said a lot of Christian men do that, you know, do oral sex with each other. She said it keeps them from going crazy."

"I said, 'Well goody for them - what are we supposed to do then?' And that's when she kissed me. And then I kissed her back. And then we were kissing each other. And then the clothes started coming off. And then we just ... it was my first time with a girl. We spent the night doing to each other what I had seen the guys doing. I found out I loved girl sex, absolutely loved it."

"Oh." Melissa became suddenly aware of her hand resting on Erica's. Should she pull it away or leave it? What if it leaving it meant something to Erica? Or would she be offended it she removed it? Melissa decided to do nothing, she prayed it was the right decision.

"I was surprised too. I still dated guys now and then, but for the most part it was just girls. Until I met Brian." Erica felt wonderfully unburdened as she described meeting the man she loved. "I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was the one. I immediately stopped having sex with girls."

"I was so sure of my future with Brian that I was ready to have sex with him before our first date was even over - I knew I wouldn't be able to resist or refuse him for very long. I just hoped he wouldn't take undo advantage of me. But that gorgeous man has so much self control, so much self discipline, he told me he wanted us to wait until we were married. Mercifully it was a short courtship and engagement." Erica laughed and Melissa joined her. It gave Melissa a chance to move her hand which made her feel more comfortable.

"Being married was wonderful, making love was incredible ... but overall the sex just by itself was only average. I did not then and have never told Brian about my bisexuality. With girls I had experience, I know what to do with girls - but guys not so much. So I just followed his lead only he didn't have any experience either. We were just bumbling around in the dark - literally. He didn't know what to do and I just couldn't tell him the truth. Thank God I met you.

"Me? I don't get it. When we met you seemed so shy. And you were so naive when it came to sex beyond the missionary position." Melissa squirmed in her seat in light of Erica's confession.

"All true ... all too true. You say I was shy. Around men I'm more indiferent than actually shy - I don't need to look, I've got my guy. It's just that I didn't know much about guys and Brian didn't know much about girls. And I couldn't tell him about my experience with girls. What would he think? I have to be careful too. I've got great gay-dar. When I'm around women I try to ... I see them and I see them looking at me, so I'm very careful. I still think women are beautiful, sexy, and oh so very desirable - but I've learned to say no. I will not succumb to that temptation. It's like I'm in bisexuals anonymous or something - I just say 'no' and maintain my straightness one day at a time"

"Ohmygod - then what I did to you last week! I didn't ... if I'd known ... you never said ..."

Erica leaned to whispering closeness. "Relax okay - we're fine. We are aren't we? I have to tell you something though, you will never know how close I came to kneeling between your legs and licking and kissing that pretty little pussy of yours. It was all I could do to restrain myself to just touching you and use that dildo on you. So what I'm really asking is that you not put temptation like that in front of me again. I said no once, I'm not at all sure I could turn away from you a second time ..."

"Oh." Melissa felt very vulnerable ... and aroused out of her mind. There was so much here being unsaid.

"I think I would get a lot more than a quiet 'oh' out of you. But is that a risk you want to take Melissa? No, me neither, that's why I say "Thank God for that book of yours." It giving me a way to unlock Brian's passion. We're making slow progress he seems to enjoying some of the new things - we did a quickie yesterday afternoon. He loved it ... I did too. So are we okay?"

Melissa came around the table and hugged Erica - then suddenly jumped back; "Can I hug you?"

"Yes you can hug me!" Erica initiated the next hug and the two friends sat down. They chatted a bit and slowly found their old conversational rhythm. Their talking as it had many a time before slowly spiraled back to sex.

"What about oral sex ... with your husband? Do you give it, get it?"

Erica frowned, "What I wouldn't give to have Brian go down on me. I've tried to do it with him but ..."

"Just do it girl." Melissa smiled her encouragement. "Let's get the book and look at some techniques, okay?"

****

A number of weeks later ...

"Dare I ask?" Melissa poured a fresh cup of coffee as her friend and neighbor sat down. The look of defeat was apparent enough, it was the downcast aura of guilt that surprised her. "You didn't even try did you? Erica this has been going on - or going nowhere for three weeks!"

Erica shook her head and offered a very soft, nearly inaudible "I know." She tried to rally by explaining that her husband was a good Christian man with strong moral values and opinions. But that argument faded when she saw that Melissa, while sympathetic, was unmoved. So she tried a different tack. "It's one thing to see it in a book to read about doing it and everything but ... what if I do it completely wrong? I could hurt him ... I don't think I can do this."

At the mention of the book Melissa nodded. She knew all too well the power of the book. The book being mentioned had been a gift from her husband that had transformed their marriage. What had a been a dull, barely satisfactory sex life was now incredibly fulfilling. 

"I know this is a big step for you, for both of you, but haven't the other things you've tried worked out?" Melissa slowly recounted the various efforts made by Erica over the last three months. "He liked the lingerie - right?"

Erica nodded. Her husband had been surprised, even shocked, when she had slowly undressed after a dinner out to reveal her matching bra, panty, garter belt and stocking set. The sex that night was long and satisfying. In fact, her husband had actually encouraged her to buy more.

"And what about the different positions - as I recall he really enjoyed having you on top - right? And while he was a bit reluctant with doggie style at first you told me last week its becoming one of his favorites." Melissa asked and Erica nodded again. It had been so easy to roll on top of her husband during sex. She had complained of a mild cramp in her back and asked him to switch positions so his weight wasn't on her. She simply grabbed him and sat on him. The control and options for movement had been a revelation. It was probably the best sex of their marriage. At least until she got him to try doggie style. Her complaint this time was a sore hip that made it uncomfortable to spread her legs apart. Once he was in her, they both realized the advantages. Just one week ago he had uttered a post coital appreciation of "your ass" that eventually led to a second round of love-making that evening.

"So tell me specifically what it is about oral sex that has you so flustered Erica? Start with why you think it might hurt him?" Melissa was not backing off and Erica realized it.

"Well what about the whole teeth and biting thing Melissa? What if I bite down when I shouldn't - that could really hurt him? What if I gag and throw up all over him, what if I just can't do it or what if I do it and he likes it but I don't. The last thing I want to do is reject my husband." Erica started slowly and quietly but picked up steam as she talked about her fears and concerns. "Plus he hasn't asked me to do it, not once. He hasn't shown that much interest - that way - in me either. I mean he'll touch me down there but not that much."

"You mean not enough to make you cum. Have you told him or even better shown him how you like to be touched. A guided tour might might be just the thing he needs to want to go exploring. You know one of the things I did with Robert to get him interested was I would rub my juices on places he liked to kiss; neck, ears, breasts so that he got used to smelling me. Then I started putting it on my lips so he got a taste. Then I played this game..." Melissa began to rhapsodize about the joyous adventure of oral sex that she and Robert had gone on.

"I just want to focus on him first. I want to do my husband first. I just don't think pictures in a book are enough, there are too many little things. Too many ways I might mess this up." Erica began to wind herself up into a frenzy of anxiety until Melissa came around the table and hugged her.

"It's okay, I thought that's what might happen. So I decided to make an instructional video for you." Melissa quickly took a sip of her coffee and watched Erica's reaction. Their weekly coffee talks had started soon after Erica and her husband had moved into the neighborhood. Success had been easy up to this point but the subject of oral sex had proven to be a larger barrier than she anticipated. Since Erica didn't stand up and run out of the kitchen Melissa continued. "I think you have a mental block when it comes to oral sex because of what happened with that college boyfriend and your fooling around with women. That was, both of those were all about oral sex - right? So I figured that you needed a new visual thingee to focus on. You need to see what it looks like for a wife to give her husband a blowjob. You put your trust in me when you told me about your ... your ... your other experiences."




The Good Book Ch. 02



"You can't tell anybody - promise?" Melissa held Erica's gaze. "Even Robert doesn't know I made this, and he's the star in it. Do you want to watch it?"

Erica chewed her bottom lip. Married just over a year she was beginning to despair at having the kind of sex life she had always dreamed of. Most would say she had it all; a handsome husband who loved her (check.) But wasn't there supposed to be more? What about spontaneous and passionate sex (not really), world shattering orgasms (nope), and the variety and surprise of experimentation (not at all). She had - with Melissa's influence and gentle encouragement - introduced some new positions; girl on top and doggie. An attempt at mutual masturbation had been okay - she finally got him to give her an orgasm but it was clear her husband was unknowing if not uncomfortable with touching her like that. She had fallen asleep that night deeply frustrated.

"Shouldn't I just keep working on the other stuff? Maybe I should just be happy with ... what ... we ..." Erica's resistance died with her words. She sat unmoving as Melissa plugged a video camera into a nearby laptop and turned the screen so they both could view it.

"Sweetie, we need to do something really wild to shake up that husband of yours. Oral sex is essential to the health and happiness of a relationship - period. Sure it's about putting your partners pleasure first - and if you do it right you'll be getting your pleasure second and third and fourth. But it's also a trust issue and one of acceptance and respect. Now I know we've talked and talked and talked - well seeing is believing." Melissa pushed play. "Robert had no idea that I was planning to do this so his reactions are completely unrehearsed. Anytime you want to stop and have me explain something - just ask."

Erica stared at the screen before her then became slowly and utterly entranced as her friend and neighbor orally satisfied her husband. As she watched her arousal became entwined with her resolve - she was going to do this! She was going to do this for her husband, for herself and for their marriage.

****

That very night ...

Brian knew he was going to Hell. This had to be a sin; a terrible, damning sin most likely. Nothing good could come of something like this. Trouble was he had never experienced anything remotely like this. An even bigger problem was just how much Brian didn't want this to stop. 

That was the other side of the problem, he knew that only things of the Spirit were meant to last forever. He tried to recall a scripture or verse that could explain this; if not forgive it. The best he could come up, as his rational thought process dissolve into undiluted pleasure, was a vague and distant recollection about making a joyful noise to the Lord -- and somehow that didn't seem appropriate. Even those thoughts lasted about as long a wisp of smoke on a windy day - he gave up his attempt at rationalization.

Resistance was futile, as the pressure within him increased Brian relinquished control to the inevitable - he gave into weakness, surrendering to this pleasure of the flesh. He tried to pray that God strengthen him or at the least forgive his sinful nature, but all that came out of his mouth was the vocalized sound signaling the delirium of his ecstasy. A growing conflagration of heat made him feel as though his whole being would burst into flames at any moment. This heat, this fiery furnace of need - of desire -- this had to be the gateway to Hell. Then a great spasm overwhelmed him, and then another, and another. The light was dimming. Was he dying? "Oh Sweet Jesus."

In the fading light he saw her head lifting from his pelvis. His wife was smiling as she wiped clean her cheek and chin. "Did I do that right Sweetie? Brian, are you alright? Brian!"

****

A few days later ...

"Come in Brian, come in. It's a delight to see you again; have a seat. How are you?"

"I'm good sir, thank you. How are you?" Brian smiled at his family pastor as he took a seat.

"I'm fine thank you -- a little lonely." Michael Reynolds sat opposite Brian on the couch. He rubbed his right hand nonchalantly 'that was one firm handshake.'

"I was so sorry to hear about Mrs. Reynolds. I'd have come to the service but I didn't find out until afterwards." Brian nodded toward a photograph on an end table. "She was always so happy and helpful."

"Not to worry son, not to worry. Myrna wanted it that way. She loved to fuss over people; friend and stranger alike -- well truth be told - there were no strangers to Myrna. All were God's children, so she felt entitled to mother each and every one of them. But woe unto him that tried the same with her, she absolutely detested having any attention directed at her. We had forty-three incredible years together -- forty three. She's so much a part of me there are times I don't feel as if she's really gone." The Reverend Michael Reynolds paused in remembrance, smiling as he thought of his forty-three years with Myrna. When that woman chose to fuss, there was no stopping her. The good Reverend smiled to himself - Myrna knew how to love a man and make sure he knew it too. Oh how he missed being thoroughly fussed over.

"But what about you? How is that beautiful young wife of yours - Erica right? It was a lovely invitation by-the-way, Myrna appreciated the photograph of the two of you. She thought the two of you made a lovely couple. We would have really enjoyed attending your wedding; for Myrna that would have been quite a treat. Unfortunately that was about the time that Myrna's health took a turn for ... well, there I go again talking about me. What about you Brain? Married life agreeing with you?"

"Yes. Erica's amazing, she's great. It's like I feel whole -- complete." Brian squirmed in apparent contradiction to his statement.

"Complete. Good, that's certainly good to hear. Now I imagine you don't have a lot of time so why don't we skip right to the reason that you drove so many hours to see an old retired minister on a beautiful Saturday that you could be spending with your wife? And let's begin with you calling me Mike. It makes me feel more comfortable."

Brain heaved a sigh and began to tell Mike what had been going on during the last few months of their marriage. "After we moved into our new neighborhood things began to change. Up to that time Erica has always looked to me for guidance and to - well, you know - initiate things. Well not only did she start initiating, but she began to do things we had never done before. My mom used to say that a Christian woman would never ..."

"Stop! Stop right there Brian." The retired Reverend Michael Reynolds raised his hand, palm facing Brian in warning. "I have a sense where this is headed and damned if I will ... well shoot, pardon my language ... I'm going to be truthful with you Brian and very direct as we sit here talking man to man. Your mother is a great woman; a shining star in God's firmament. After your father died in that tragic accident she did a tremendous job of raising you and your sisters. You are one of the finest young men I have had the pleasure of knowing and I'm too old to just be saying that. 

"But having said that, your mother did not and could not take the place of your father. She will always see things through a mother's eyes, a woman's eyes and that is as it should be. Your mother is a great woman and your three sisters are wonderful women in their own right. These virtuous women have given you a wonderful female perspective on the world. Unfortunately you had no uncles or other significant male figures in you life. Oh, I know, I know, you had the occasional male teachers and coaches, but those were relationships that had a societal purpose - not a familial one - and they were often very temporary. There really was no one man to model the male perspective of the world; now if I recall correctly even our youth pastor was a woman. Women, women, women: am I making any sense to you son?" Rev. Mike spoke purposefully. At a slow nod from Brian he continued.

"Now I believe you took the abstinence pledge when you turned thirteen, correct? And you and Erica were both virgins when you married? My, my that is very commendable Brian. Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, you fulfilled your abstinence pledge - it's off the books. When you married Erica you stood before God, family, and friends, and at that moment you took on a new pledge. You made a vow to your wife - to Erica - to love, to honor, and to cherish her. This new covenant is meant to be fulfilled each and every moment of your lives together. Part of that pledge of love is you giving your body to her and she giving her's to you.

"Brian a marriage is based on love (self-giving) and sacrifice (to make it holy). When a husband and wife come together and make love - look at the signifigance in that phrase Brian, people 'have' sex (just like some people say they have a bad back!) - committed couples 'make' love. It's creative, it's constructive, they are building and strengthening their lives together with it. That kind of love-making naturally results in supreme pleasure: that indescribable joy is meant to cement the bonds of marriage. 

"You said that being married to Erica makes you feel complete. That closeness and wholeness is God's intention. Within the bounds of your marriage and your mutual fidelity to one another -- there is no sin in any action consented to. Whatever the two of you decide to do, well that is for the two of you to decide -- and to enjoy in the discovery and the experimentation of your lives together. There is no sin in your joy.

"Do you ever wonder why the Old Testament has all of these stories where one husband has many wives? So many stories about who begat who? In the ancient world the emphasis was on 'being fruitful' - many wives, equals many mothers, equals many, many children. Marriages were arranged between families; it was mergers and acquisitions between families. It was about alliances of power, protecting assets, and having lots of children. Love was a possible by-product but it was certainly not the aim; the aim was procreation. 

Procreation is sex - that's all - it's simple biology. A male and a female join together, the male ejaculates and if a viable egg is present then pregnancy may or may not result. The good lord saw fit to put a powerful drive to procreate in His Creation. Sex is powerful, sex is deep drive within humanity. Everyone feels the need to have sex, that's why chastity and abstinence are so challenging. It's a drive and a need so powerful that that reason is all too often overwhelmed. Simply put any fool can have sex. And judging by the tragic numbers of absentee fathers and single moms there are far too many fools out there. Not that marrying for sex is any better. Once the bloom is off the rose you have to finally figure out how to deal with all the thorns.

"A marriage founded in love is different Brian. The act of love between husband and wife is much more then the effort to create new life. Why? Because exclusivity greatly intensifies the already overwhelming power of the pleasure of our giving ourselves one to another.

"Adultery by its very definition is a diluting or devaluing of the joy of the marital bond. Let me tell something, the words 'I never meant to hurt you' are as empty a phrase as I have ever heard - and in my many years of counseling I've heard it uttered far too many times. Do you know where the greatest hurt is, the most enduring pain? It's not the physical act of betrayal, it's the loss trust, it's the loss of being valued. And that's what leads to the weakening of the very foundations of a marriage.

"Brian the antidote to devaluation is its opposite - appreciation. Every effort humanly possible must be made to give your spouse as much marital pleasure as possible - spiritually, mentally, emotionally, financially, and physically. I have every confidence and you haven't indicated otherwise that the first four are well taken care of; that leaves the physical. Which brings us to the crisis of you being here. Are you doing everything possible to physically appreciate your wife?

"I think I am." Brian felt suddenly naive and inadequate. He was truly at a loss for words. "Erica hasn't said anything ... bad."

"That's not good enough Brian," the good reverend leveled a kindly gaze at the young man before him. "What I'm saying to you is - let me use the vernacular of an earlier time - 'if it feels good, do it!' You have an incredible woman in Erica. She seems intent on making you a very happy husband. It is clear to me that you love her with all your heart. Your task is to find a way to "value" what she is bringing into your marriage, what she is offering to you. Every day Brian, every single day you must value her and appreciate her. Am I making myself clear Brian?"

"Yes sir, ah Mike. So you're saying that what Erica did was not a sin? But I thought that the only kind of woman that does that sort of..."

"Silence! I swear by all that is good and precious that I will take up one of my golf clubs and knock you senseless if you shame yourself by talking about your wife that way. How dare you even think of her that way?" The former Reverend Michael Reynolds stood up and thundered into the room. "You would do well to recall what is written in the Bible rather then listen to the bitter recriminations of frustrated fools who have mistaken sex for love or even worse have no idea of the difference.

"Brian, even a casual reading of the New Testament will reveal that Christ our Lord held women in the highest regard. Your wife, your Erica did nothing more than try to provide you with as much pleasure as she could - did she not do her womanly best? Do you think women are inferior to men? No? Good I knew you had a good head upon your shoulders.

"Now concerning women, did not Jesus appear to women first upon His Resurrection? Yes he did. Jesus valued women. He did not look town on them or demean them, nor did He judge them. I'm talking about marriage, sex, and love. Do you remember the story of the adulteress? A crowd of men was about to stone her to death. Jesus steps between them and challenges them saying, "let he who is without sin cast the first stone." What did the mob do? They dropped there weapons and retreated - in shame. In shame!" It had been a while since Reverend Reynolds had preached and he enjoyed the feeling of the Holy Spirit filling him and moving through him again.

"The Lord Our God, Christ Jesus, My Lord and Savior was the only one there without sin. He had the power to judge her, he had the power to condemn her, and yet He did not!" The Reverend pointed an arthritic finger at Brian. "He knew what she had done and He knew by Law that the crowd was within their rights to put her to death - TO DEATH - and yet He intervened to show a Higher Law. Brian I want you to consider this closely -- Jesus chose not to judge her, he did not cast a stone. He didn't even condemn her by his speech. What did He do? Instead of accusing, instead of judging, instead of allowing a life to be taken, He gives life where death was imminet. He offers us the ideal of forgiveness and tells this woman, this acknowledged adulteress to go and sin no more; to return to her husband and try again. Study Christ's actions and words in the New Testament. I think you'll surprise yourself at the modernity of Our Savior's actions."

"Brian ... son, are you truly intending to cast the judgmental stones of your thoughts and feelings at the love of your life?"

Brian looked down at the floor as a blush of shame filled him. "No. No, of course not I would never do that. I'm sorry Mike. I love Erica so much. When she did what she did ... it felt so incredible. But selfish at the same time, I mean ever since she did it, I've wanted her to do it again. Sometimes it's all I think about."

Mike Reynolds smiled and sat down beside Brian and placed his hand on his shoulder with fatherly affection. He could see the transformation in Brian's expression and eyes. "Brian, believe me when I tell you that I know exactly what you mean. Be honest with your wife, let her know what pleases you and then let her do her best. Be open to discovering new ways of pleasing and pleasuring and by that I mean don't say no until you've tried something new ... maybe a couple of times or more. Give it a chance to do it right.

"I going to close this little chat by reminding you of the Golden Rule -- do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Erica has given you a tremendous gift. Don't you think it's time to give to her in return, a gift only you can give her? Imagine you making her feel as she made you feel. Imagine that gift being given back and forth between the two of you -- again and again and again. Brian it got to the point in my marriage to Myrna where she and I tried to "out love" one another." Mike sighed in memory as a smile played across his face. "You do that Brian and you're life and marriage will be deeply and richly blessed."

"Yes sir, I mean Thanks Mike." Brian paused as he stood shaking Mike's hand. "I know what I need to do. I know what I'm going to do. Thank you."

Mike smiled as he walked Brian to the door. "I'm sure you do, I'm sure you do. Pay attention and you'll learn what your wife likes. Listen with your heart and you'll discover what she loves. Now get home to her."

Reverend Michael Reynolds watched Brian drive slowly away. Oh to be a fly on the wall of their bedroom tonight; the thought tickled his mind. He looked at his own wedding photograph on the mantle. Myrna had been a virgin on their wedding night too. But Lordy Lordy Lordy what unbridled enthusiasm she had in the discovery of the joys of matrimonial love -- a joy she shared without inhibition right up to the end of their earthly time together. He smiled and was reminded of a promise he'd made to his wife; perhaps it was time to fulfill that promise.

****

Later that very day ...

It was late afternoon when Brian returned home. Entering through the kitchen Brian found his wife dusting shelves in their living room. She was wearing a white sundress that was backlit by the setting sun. Her lithe figure was aflame in golden light. She looked up and smiled at her husband.

"Hi honey, how was your friend? Did you have a nice visit?" Erica looked at her husband and felt her heart melt. Unfortunately that molten love seemed to want to pour right out from between her legs. She tried to suppress the images in her head and the deep need in her body. She felt her breasts swell and nipples harden. She tried to smile in innocence, but it felt more like a lust-filled leer. Deep inside her heart a small part of her despaired at her physical state. How was it possible that her husband did not know the impact his mere physical presence had on her? God how she wanted him: how she wanted to be taken by him. She felt her arousal begin to trickle down her inside thigh. Dear God please!

Brian looked at his wife and felt a surge of heat within him. He had fought these feelings for so many years. He had become a master of self-discipline and self-restraint. He thought about Reverend Mike's words and made a descision that when it came to his wife he would master these feelings no more. He strode across the space between them and took her in his arms. Squeezing her body to his he crushed his lips to hers.

Erica was stunned. Brian's embrace was swift and powerful. She felt helpless to resist him yet secure enough to surrender completely. His lips were everywhere on her mouth, face and neck. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once too, caressing her back, squeezing her butt, and pawing her breasts. Her body was on fire as never before. Words got caught in her throat.

Brain grabbed handfuls of sundress and pulled upwards tossing the dress aside. He was assailed by the intoxicating fragrance of her arousal. Erica's perfect breasts were covered with a red flush, her nipples distended and hard. She was panting uncontrollably. Her white cotton panties looked as if she'd peed herself. Brian knelt and was overcome by the smell of her need. It was his need now too. He grasped her hips and pushed his face into her crotch, his tongue darted out to the wet crease before him.




The Good Book Ch. 02



Erica cried out at the unexpected and sudden stimulation. She tried to speak but was unable to. Her knees buckled as Brian stabbed at her with his tongue over and over again. She wanted her panties off to feel his tongue on her skin but the thought of his stopping was more than she could bear. Strong hands caressed and supported her as she sank to the floor.

Erica was looking up at the ceiling of her living room her panties being pulled down her legs. She felt her legs spreading wide apart. She giggled; Brain's curly hair was tickling the insides of her thighs. She almost spoke, but Brain's tongue had renewed its assault. Waves of pleasure swept her away from worry or care. "Oh God."

Erica's body arched upwards again as Brian struggled to keep his tongue inside her. Erica arched again and again then stiffened and cried out. Her hand pushed Brian away and tried to cover her vagina - "too much, too much" - and yet she already yearned for more. She was shocked at the images and desires flooding through her mind.

Brian stood gazing lustfully at the woman below him as he undressed. He lifted Erica's hip and piled cushions and pillows beneath her. Releasing her legs he smiled as they spread wide apart, revealing the most intimate part of Erica's body to him. Brian knelt between her thighs and watched as his cock pushed against her labia. There was resistance for a moment, and then her body opened to accept him. He pushed deep into his wife. 

He thought for a moment to ask her if this felt good. The hooking for her heels on his hips and the strong flex of her lags pulling him deeper told him of her need. He pulled all the way back, pause, then pushed fully forward. He started slowly but quickly picked up speed. His thrusts became quicker and more powerful as a loud slap - slap - slap filled his ears. Thrusting into her again and again and again until her cries for more turned to a long wail of ecstasy that drowned out his own cry of pleasure.

Erica smiled in the hazy afterglow of her orgasm; the last of her many, many orgasms. The roar of her husbands orgasm still echoed in her ears. So this was what the fuss was all about -- she had wondered at times. Now she knew. Was this what it was like for other women she wondered? She hoped so and then prayed that it was. 

Erica slowly struggled to her feet. She was oblivious to the stream of semen running down the inside of her thighs. When she did notice she made no effort to clean herself. If anything, it was her badge of honor. She let herself revel in the feeling.

Brain lay on the floor his breath came in ragged gasps; he was spent. He watched his wife slowly stand like Venus rising from the waves. He knew that this most beautiful woman in the world was his -- he smiled at his good fortune. She was looking at him with such love. She was reaching her hand out to him and he took it and was slowly pulled him to his feet.

Erica led her husband to their bathroom and turned on the shower. A word popped into her mind and she was shocked to see it there. She smiled as she realized it was the right word for the occasion. She had been fucked, lovingly, thoroughly, magnificently fucked. She considered using the word but was unable to utter it. She kissed her husband tenderly and stepped back.

"Brian, my love." She stroked his face then let her fingers trail down his torso. She smiled. "I just want you to know how much I enjoyed - no, make that loved what you did. You made me cum so good. I loved it, I love you."

Erica reveled in the liberating power of her orgasm with her husband - her husband. She smiled as she looked forward to it happening again. "Brain, sweetheart, after our shower would you please take me to our bed and make love to me."

****

Sunday morning ...

The voices of the choir receded into silence; the service was officially complete. Erica welcomed the opportunity to stand, although she wouldn't trade the soreness nor her satisfaction on this beautiful Sunday morning for anything. She followed her husband out into the sunlight as she smiled and greeted friends and fellow parishioners. She held tight to her husband, reluctant to relinquish their physical contact.

At least until a familiar voice intoned "Could you help at the coffee table Erica?" 

Erica reluctantly severed her contact with Brian and walked across the courtyard. "Melissa, they don't need any help." Erica informed her friend upon their arrival at the over-staffed coffee and sweets table.

"I know, but I had to get you away from your smug husband."

"Smug?"

"Yes, insufferably so, I might add. And look at you, with that blissful look of satisfaction you've had all morning!" 

"Does it really show that much?" Erica looked surreptitiously around to see if anyone was staring at her.

"Yes it shows that much. And I am not letting you go until you tell me all the juicy details. Oh no, don't give me that look, I have shared things about my sex life with Robert that that nobody else knows." Melissa leaned conspiratorially close to Erica and whispered. "I let you watch me suck my husband off. I'll tell you what. Why don't you and Brian drop by for lunch and a swim and then you can tell me everything."

An hour or two later Melissa drained her lemonade and looked at her friend. "Four times in one night! Oh you lucky girl you - four!"

"Yes, the first time was on the floor in our living room; he was so masterful, so compelling, so dominating. There is something about being physically taken that makes you want to ..." Erica's voice trailed off. A brief conflict erupted inside her; part of her did not want to share any of this with her friend. The other part of her understood that without Melissa's helpful hints this would have never happened. It was time to share. "I mean I was just splayed out on the floor, dripping with his very excessive exuberance, and I wanted more. I needed more. Then he took me to our bed and made slow - almost excruciatingly slow, love to me. I was begging him to go faster, to do it harder ... he just kept the same steady pace and then I started cumming and it wouldn't stop. I nearly passed out it felt so good. I never knew, never imagined that it could be so good."

"That's two." Melissa glanced out into the living room where their husbands were watching a football game. She squirmed in her seat, her arousal inviting all manner of thoughts to what she wanted to do with her husband later. "Go on."

"We cuddled for a while, he was holding me and I was just purring - I don't know how else to describe it. After a little rest I could feel his ... his ... his resurrection so to speak. I was just so completely his that I rolled him over and took it in my mouth and began to clean him." Erica blushed again. Her brow wrinkled in concern. "Have you ever done that to Robert? After you ... you know, after he just finished in you."

"Erica, I'm shocked! Are you asking me if I have I ever taken Robert's cum covered cock in my mouth after we fucked and sucked him clean? Tasting his ejaculate and mine?" Melissa was going to extend her teasing of her friend but stopped at Erica's visible distress. "Every chance I get. Wait until Brain does you in return."

"You mean after -- when I'm all messy and everything?" Erica was scandalized and aroused simultaneously. "Does Robert ... I can't believe Robert does that to you with his tongue? Ohhh my."

"He needed a little encouragement at first. I'd cleaned him off a bunch of times, but he didn't seem to get the hint. So that next time I did it I made sure it was at night with no lights on. I started cleaning him and just swung my legs over his shoulders. He was a little tentative at first. Then he got into it. For a while he would only do it when it was dark and if I prompted him to to do it. Now he seems to enjoy it as much as I do. Enough about us, back to you and Brain."

"Yes, well ... I was cleaning him and I didn't stop. He got really hard and I just kept at it. I didn't stop. I let him cum in my mouth." Erica began to blush again. "And then I swallowed - I kind of liked the taste."

"Look at you, my, my, my. Okay that's three." Melissa felt her body begin to react in earnest. Robert was going to be a very fortunate husband tonight.

"We got up and went to the kitchen. We were both really hungry so we made some pasta and had some wine. We were cleaning up and i was bent over putting dishes in the dishwasher when I backed up into Brian; he was hard again. I acted mad and told him I was too sore for anymore of his fooling around. He was so apologetic; he kept saying that I was just so beautiful and that he loved me so much and he was so sorry. I actually began to feel bad that I was teasing him. So I ..." Erica made a tube with her hand and moved it up and down.

"You jerked him off? He wasn't sore after all the sex you already enjoyed?"

"Actually, he was ... so," Erica smiled as she saw Melissa's reaction to her story. "So I used some olive oil. He couldn't even stand. I backed him against a wall and he just slid down to the floor. I was surprised how quickly he ejaculated, it just spurted up into the air. That was number four."

"Phew. Oh my. I think it's time we checked up on the boys." Melissa waved her hand in front of her face. She was so proud of her friend. "We need to continue this conversation, I can hardly wait for next week?"

****

A couple of weeks later ...

"Oh my God look at you! You are positively glowing. Tell me everything."

Erica sipped her coffee. " It's like we're addicted to each other - we're doing it just about every night and more than that on the weekends. He can't seem to keep his tongue out of me and I love having his ... his ... his cock in my mouth. Wednesday we were flirting and teasing when my period started - no sex tonight I thought. Then it hit me - I didn't have to deprive Brian. When he came out of the bathroom ready for bed I was kneeling right outside the door ... with my mouth open."

"No, you didn't! Oh Erica this is incredible."

"It gets better. I wouldn't move, so he had to ... to ... to fuck my mouth. I was already to swallow but his orgasm was so intense that he sprayed his stuff all over my face. Then he knelt down and kissed me; a lot. I was quietly rubbing myself and that just sent me over the top. I cleaned up and got into bed with him and gave him a second blowjob." Erica smiled confidently.

"Wow." Melissa beaned. "I am so damn proud of you!"

The friends chatted amiably as they enjoyed their coffee. It was much later that Melissa asked Erica what might be next.

Erica mentioned the handcuffs in Melissa's toy box and her interest in 'having my wicked way with my wonderful hubby someday.' She asked Melissa what the book had to say about bondage and teasing games.

"Let me go get it." Melissa hopped up, happy to oblige.

They spent the next hour looking at possible approaches for Erica to introduce the idea of bondage to Brian. Finally one was chosen (Make your lover hold onto the headboard while pleasuring him. If he lets go you stop! Once he's trained introduce bondage slowly - a t-shirt pulled over his head while still on his arms can be very effective. The tried and true solution is bathrobe belts - especially if you in a hotel room!) and the book was put away. As Melissa closed the drawer where it was stored she looked at Erica and then gazed upward, "Thank You Lord for this wonderful book that has given so much to my marriage and to Erica's marriage also."

"Amen to that - well that book of yours and Reverend Mike."

"Who's Reverend Mike?"



The Good Book



She kissed me back. "Yes, wash there until you think I'm clean. I want you to love every part of me."

And I did. I washed and rinsed her there a dozen times. Only after the fourth time I noticed that she has starting to sigh a little when I washed her and moan a little when I rinsed her. When I pronounced her all clean, she looked at me like I was her next meal. I liked that look. 

She licked her lips and smiled, "My turn." She washed me in the same manner that I washed her. She knelt down and soaped me up. By the fourth wash and rinse cycle my penis was as stiff as it had ever been. By the sixth cycle I was suggesting that I was clean enough. At the end of the ninth wash and rinse cycle I told her that one more cycle and she would have to start all over again. 

She stopped! - And said, "Let's dry off.' I was mentally kicking myself, wishing I hadn't said anything.

Dried, I walked into the bedroom and was hugged from behind. "You're not through yet, my skin needs lotion. You don't want me all dry and wrinkly do you?"

"No, of course not." I proceeded to apply lotion to every possible part of her body. I even got my hand slapped away when she thought I was lingering at her anus. When I was finished she sat up and said I was next. I didn't resist. She applied lotion to my entire body, back first then front. She finished by applying lotion to my penis, repeatedly. My body responded. I told that if she didn't stop she would have a mess to clean up. 

She didn't stop. Thank God she didn't stop.

Growing up I had masturbated occasionally; OK quite a bit. Melissa had touched me before, of course - but she had never masturbated me to ejuculation. She was about to earn her merit badge. I was looking at her; she was looking at my penis. I was very close to ejaculating. She squeezed me harder and increased her stroking. I felt a fire burst through my penis and a fat stream of sperm squirted out, it landed on my chest, mostly. The second and third spurt landed on my stomach. The pulses that followed pooled onto my pelvis and pubic hair. It dripped down and covered her hands.

"Oops. I better clean that up." She sprang from the bed and fetched a warm washcloth. She cleaned me quite well. Done, she threw the towel in the hamper. By the time she returned a couple of fresh drops had fallen to my abdomen and a third was very close to joining it. 

"Hey, you missed a couple." I was just kind of joking with her. 

"Did I? Are you sure it's not just lotion?" She scrambled back onto the bed and knelt beside me. She placed one hand on my chest the other on my thigh. She bent low over my penis, looking closely at it. I glanced down at her breasts hanging freely. I reached a hand up and flicked the nearest nipple back and forth. I was rewarded by seeing it swell and harden. 

She turned her head, pausing first to look down at my hand then at me. Her smile was full of mischief; and then she gave me that look.

"No problem here that can't be fixed." When she said "here," her hand slid up my thigh to caress my testicles. I gasped due to my post orgasm sensitivity. She turned back and slowly licked the sperm from my abdomen. I was stunned. She then moved the hand caressing my testicles up to grab the shaft of my penis. It was semi-erect, with a large drop of sperm hanging from the tiny slit. She lowered her head and opened her mouth. I sucked in a breath and held it. 

I watch as her mouth moved closer to my penis, I felt her hot breath on it. 

Her pink tongue extended out and captured the drip. 

I squeaked an exhalation. 

Then her lips; her soft pink lips made contact with the head of my penis. 

"Ohhhh!" A moan exploded out of me as my whole body flared up in heat. 

She lifted her head up and looked at me. "All clean." 

I licked my lips, swallowed, twice. "Are you sure?"

"Let me check again."

"Check as much as you need too." She checked me several more times.

"No, you're clean, I'm sure of it."

"Oh." I whimpered in despair. There was a brief moment of silence. "Well, will you keep cleaning me if I clean you?"

She looked at me for the longest time. "Are you sure?"

"Yes - I think so. Except that I've never really done that before."

Melissa turned and laid back with legs spread. "I think I've got the cleaning you part figured out. Let's see if we can figure out how you can clean me." She licked her lips a couple of times and left the tip of her wet tongue poking out. I scrambled between her legs and looked right into her vagina. It was beautiful. I looked up at her.

"Just explore around down there. Experiment - gently please. I'll let you know what feels good."

I smiled and teasingly brushed my fingers over her downy hair while not actually touching her skin. I marveled at the complexity of her womanliness. I realized that I had never looked directly at Melissa's vagina (actually any woman's vagina) this closely in the daytime. From beneath a wild tangle of hair a cleft of skin was visible. Her pubic hair thinned out and her vaginal lips bulged outward slightly. 

I placed my finger at the bottom of her outer lips and pushed gently upwards. A low moan confirmed the correctness of pressure. I trailed the finger downward. Up and down. Up and down. Contented sighs bathed my ears in delight. I pressed a little harder and her lips began to yield. My finger pushed easily deeper. Smooth glistening skin slid easily past as my finger continued up and down. On the next upstroke, I pushed a little deeper still and near the top encountered a small bump. On passing over the bump I heard a gasp and a "yes." I investigated the bump. I applied the slightest of pressure to it as I rubbed around and over it. 

"That's my clitoris. Wet you finger when you touch me there please." There was a pleading quality to her voice that was really exciting to hear.

My efforts were proving fruitful as Melissa began to squirm and moan approvingly. I separated the folds of skin and resumed my stimulation. 

"Oh yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop." The pleading was more insistent.

I continued on my merry way circling and rubbing, varying the pressure. Melissa's moan became louder and I saw her moving her head side to side. It occurred to me that as much as I had enjoyed Melissa's mouth on my penis, perhaps she would enjoy my mouth on her vagina. I lowered my mouth onto her and substituted my tongue for my finger. The effect was instantaneous. As my tongue lapped across her clitoris, her hips bucked and swayed. I felt her hands come to rest on my head. She instructed me to keep licking. 

I did. She started chanting again, "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." Then here hips really started moving and with a loud scream she pushed my head away. I went to lower my head and resume my licking and she held me away saying, "Wait a minute. Not yet - it's too much." She pulled me up and I rested on top of her. Her chest was heaving with her panting breath.

My head was resting next to hers and I heard her say, "Just put it in me okay. Careful, I'm real sensitive right now." My penis seemed to know just where to go. I hardly moved and felt it being engulfed by her wet heat. We lay quietly joined together. I started to move.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice." I kept moving slowly within her.

After awhile my muscles were getting tired so I stopped and gently rolled off of her. As we lay side by side, I moved around so that I was cradling her head on my shoulder.

Our lovemaking became even more complete. Oral sex became a regular part of our activities. Usually as a form of foreplay, but occasionally Melissa would just play with me. It was more like torture really, she would suck and masturbate me to just short of coming until I begged her to finish. I tried to do the same to her, but I didn't have to patience to really tease her.

Another type of oral sex was creeping into our lovemaking. Our sexual vocabulary was changing too. Penis became, cock, or hard on. Vagina became pussy. Oral sex was a blowjob, or going down. Semen became cum

We were more in love with each other now, than either of us could have ever imagined. All our friends and family noticed also. The result was a lot of good-natured ribbing when I was with the guys, and many surreptitious glances from the women when we were socializing. If I noticed the glances I know that Melissa did too - we just never really talked about it. 

A couple of weeks ago, we were lying in bed on a Saturday morning when Melissa began to give me a blowjob. Nothing unusual there, except that I hadn't showered yet and the residue of last night's lovemaking was still on me. That turned me on that she was so accepting of me and I came fairly quickly. When my cock stopped spasming I noticed that Melissa's cheeks were bulging. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around me as she pulled slowly back. My softening cock slid out of her mouth. I expected her to go into the bathroom and spit my cum out. This is what she'd been doing since oral sex had become a regular part of our intimacy. 

Instead she looked me in the eye and swallowed - all of it. I looked at her in utter amazement. Boy oh boy. There was a time not that long ago when we wouldn't have even broached the topic of oral sex, now she was swallowing my cum. She noticed my amazement.

"Well, you never spit when you go down on me. So why should I?" I thought her logic was brilliant. I kissed her. Our tongues twirled about and I tasted my own seed. I pulled back and smiled.

"I believe that it is better to give than to receive. So lie back and prepare to receive." She did and I lowered my mouth to her wet cunt. I licked and lapped so slowly working back and forth from her outer labia to her inner labia. I became cognizant that Melissa hadn't cleaned herself from last night's activities either. I paused and picked at my teeth.

Melissa lifted her head, "Why'd you stop? - It was just getting good."

"Oh, I got a hair in my teeth." I smiled lopsidedly. I bent my head between her thighs.

Melissa snaked a hand down between her legs and blocking the resumption of my oral ministrations. I gazed up at her - oh, oh - she had the "look." I was getting very familiar with the "look." It usually meant that we were about to enter some new sexual territory. 

"I could shave. I could shave it off." And to make sure I truly understood her meaning. "I could shave my pussy smooth." 

I nearly came again right there. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times.

"Would you like that honey? Would you like me to be smooth?" I nodded my head up and down.

It took a few minutes to get everything ready. I placed a towel beneath her. With scissors in hand I snipped away at her wild tangle of pubic hair. I trimmed her to short stubble before lathering up my shaving brush with soap. I slathered it generously around, put a brand new blade in the razor and shaved her. I only shaved about a half-inch at a stroke, rinsing thoroughly every time. Soon her mons was smooth as smooth could be. I switched blades again and directed her to pull her knees up and apart as I carefully shaved her inner thigh and crotch. I lathered her up again and made sure that I hadn't missed a spot. A warm washcloth cleaned off the last of the lather and she was done. I grabbed a tube of Aloe Vera gel and rubbed it into the shaved area.

Somehow my fingers slipped inside her and she was soon writhing from my touch. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Ahhhhhhhhh." Her knees slammed shut trapping my hand. Her body continued to jerk and spasm for a couple of minutes. She slowly relaxed and released my hand. I quickly grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She squealed with surprise. I moved her around to the edge of the bed with her knees under her and apart. I placed my cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed forward. She was still wet and I slid quickly to the bottom. I didn't waste a moment as I began to give her a thorough and deep stroking. 

The sensation was incredible as I thrust into her as hard and fast as I could. The unmistakable slurping sounds of sex filled our bedroom. This was hot, or so I thought. Melissa had always been a moaner. Of course the occasional directive came out, "harder, slower, right there, don't stop." And for her orgasm, it was almost always "Oh God" or some close variation. As I thrust into her smooth pussy Melissa's moans began to rise in pitch. I could see her hands clawing at the bedcovers. Then she lifted her head.

"Ahh, fuck me. Yeah, fuck my cunt." I felt my cock swell. "Fuck me with you big cock. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Over and over she cried out louder and more insistent. I grabbed hold of her hips and slammed into her as hard and as deep as I could. She let out a loud warbling cry and that sent me over the edge. I screamed my release as I emptied into her. I nearly collapsed as my knees slowly buckled. We slipped apart and I found myself sitting on the floor at eye level with her freshly fucked cunt. 

I watched as a trickle of cum leaked out and dribbled down to her clit. I stroked my hands up and down her thighs as the flow continued. Having just tasted my own cum earlier I leaned forward to taste our mingled juices. As my mouth covered her open cunt I licked lightly around her clit. A moan and a spasm resulted in a mouthful of cum gushing out or her. I swallowed. She scooted forward and I climbed onto the bed and spooned her from behind.

"Oh My God. That was unbelievable." She lay there quietly panting, staring up at the ceiling. I brushed aside her hair and started to kiss her breasts and nipples. Her hand stroked the back of my head. As her fingers played with my hair I heard her chuckle softly.

I was soon appointed Melissa's official shaver and I performed my duties admirably. I don't know why, but her having a completely smooth pussy, sure got me excited. 

We seemed to have our hottest sex each time I shaved her. That was certainly the case this morning. I shaved her and we ended up having a great mutual oral sex session, our first "69." After we had both cum I was spooning behind her, my arms embracing her. I kissed her shoulders and neck, working up to her jaw. When I reached her lips I encountered a smile and kissed each side of it. She turned her head and asked, "You do believe in the Golden Rule, don't you?"

"You know I do. 'Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.' One hundred percent.

"How about,"What's good for the goose is good for the gander?"

"Well yeah, I suppose so?"

"You really like having me smooth don't you? Wouldn't you agree that we have some of our best sex after you shave me? Good. Then fair's fair. Now, it's my turn." I was puzzled for a moment then it hit me. 

"No way. No. Don't even think about it." She sat up and gave me that look again. She eventually convinced me that if I didn't like I could let it all grow back. And even though that didn't comfort me much, she reached for the scissors. With little snippy sounds ringing in my ears she put her hand on my chest and pushed me back. She smiled sympathetically then glanced down at my cock. She shook her head and clucked her tongue, "tsk, tsk, tsk." 

She reached down and took my cock in her free hand. "I'm afraid that the evidence I have in my hand is irrefutable." It was true, I was very aroused.

She was gentle, careful and all together much too thorough. She shaved me from my navel to my anus and thigh to thigh. She shaved me in places that even I didn't know had hair! She was very pleased with her effort. As for me, I was writhing in pleasure. Precum dripped continuously from my cock as it twitched and jerked. Interestingly when she shaved around my anus I found the pressure she applied there was strangely pleasurable. She wiped me clean and proceeded to apply the aloe lotion liberally. She stroked my shaft up and down with the slightest of pressure. We had discovered that this was an excruciating form of erotic torture for me. There was not enough friction for me to come while the stimulation was intense beyond belief.

"Please. Melissa please. Let me cum. I can't take much more. Please." It felt as if I could feel every nerve in my body screaming for release. I watched in a daze as Melissa stroked me with her left hand and soaked her right hand in the aloe. "Okay baby, get ready. Bend your knees for me." I should have been paying more attention to what she was doing. I bent my legs and let my head relax back. I was so focused on my cock that the pressure on my anus went unnoticed at first. I felt a pleasant yielding of my body and shook as I realized that Melissa was pushing her finger deep inside me.

"Ohhhhhh." I cried out in a wild combination of momentary discomfort and psychological confusion. Then her finger, deep inside my ass, pushed against some part of me and an intense wave of ecstasy exploded into the most intense orgasm of my life. I was spasming so hard that I was sure that when I was out of cum, I'd be spurting blood. 

Melissa kept masturbating me and pushing her finger inside me. I just kept cumming. I was lost in a fog of bliss. It seemed that for a moment, I was actually floating above the bed looking down on Melissa as she continued to stimulate me. After a second, a minute, an hour, I don't know, I returned to body awareness to find Melissa resting beside me.

"Wow!" I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "I love you so much. I can't possibly tell you how much I love you. You are everything to me. I thank God I have you in my life."

Something was dripping on my chest. They were tears. "Melissa, are you alright? Honey - that was the most intense orgasm of my life. I'm fine. Heck, I feel great." The tears continued. "Tell me what's wrong."

My beautiful wife propped herself up on her elbow. "Nothing's wrong. I'm crying because I'm so happy. I love you so much. I too thank God." She closed her eyes for a moment, "Thank you Lord, thank you for this wonderful man in my life. Thank you." I smiled; I'd never heard her pray out loud to the Almighty like that before. I felt my heart swell with emotion; my own eyes began to tear. I hugged her close.

We lay back. "And thank you Robert."

"For what?"

"The book. The one you gave me for Christmas."

"My pleasure. Prayer is a wonderful thing. I'm so happy for both of us."

"What are you talking about?"

"The book on prayer. Expressing thanks and acknowledging the Lord."

"Well sure, but what does that have to do with the book you gave me?"

"I gave you a book about prayer."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did. The book I ordered for you for Christmas was about how to pray?"

Melissa got off the bed and went to her dresser. She opened a drawer and pulled out a book and flipped through the pages. She looked at me with the strangest of expressions. "This is the gift you gave me at Christmas. It is not a book about prayer Robert. It's a book about sex."

"What?"

"1001 Nights of Great Sex. This is the book that I unwrapped Christmas morning. This is the book that you said you wanted me to read and practice. It's a book about sex techniques."

My mind kicked into overdrive. I had either checked the wrong box on the order form or they'd made a mistake at the warehouse. The events of the last few months flashed before me. Hell, the events of the last two hours were still being felt. So I smiled and attempted a quick recovery.

"I prayed that we would be happy. I thought a book might be able to say the things that I wasn't comfortable saying. Important things, things to bring us closer together."

She looked back and forth between the book and me. Nodding her head, she approached the foot of the bed. 

"So you bought this book for us. So that we could be closer, more intimate." I was silently nodding my head. She began to smile.

"And do you remember everything you said Christmas morning about us and this book?" I continued to nod my head as I wracked my memory. She climbed onto the bed and sat down on my thighs. She nodded in time with me. I kept smiling.




The Good Book



"And that's what you want - for us? What you said Christmas morning." She was smiling but I could see the "look" behind her smile. What did I say to her? Then it was coming back to me. Oh shit! She saw the dawning light of memory in my face.

"You said you wanted us to do this with other couples, didn't you?" She was smiling the "look" right at me. I tried to speak. I stammered as she glanced down my body. "You want us to help other couples in need. Is that it?"

She rose up over me bringing her face close to mine, her eyes blazing. "I thought so!" She lowered her hips onto mine engulfing my impossibly hard cock in her unbelievably hot, wet cunt.

"And just in case you don't have anyone in mind?" She leaned forward and whispered into my ear.

I just groaned. "Oh God."

I hope the young couple that recently moved onto our street realizes that Melissa might have a different way of "interpreting" the Biblical injunction:

"LOVE THY NEIGHBOR."