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Three Ways

By: Christhecat



"Please. Have a seat."

His hand grasped the top of the mission-style chair and pulled it away from the table, and he nodded with a smile. She returned it, eyes fixed firmly on the ground -- or any space that wasn't his own gaze, actually -- and gracefully lowered herself to the seat.

"It'll be just a little while longer," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Good things always take time."

As he disappeared into the kitchen, she watched him go, unable to wipe the silly schoolgirl grin off her face. Ann had met Alex after eating at his restaurant, one of the best-reviewed in town. She was immediately drawn to the way he treated cooking as an art, with an eye toward flair, toward creativity, toward making a statement with his food rather than just preparing something to cram into one's mouth.

Alex was known in particular for one dish: his pork three ways. Brined pork chops, fennel sausage, and maple-candied bacon. It was a sympathy of indulgence on the plate, an aggressive display of meat that hit ones nostrils like a javelin to the chest, resulting in an almost lustful salivation. The effect of putting a bite of any of the three options in one's mouth was a sort of orgasm on the tongue, one that lasted in real time for second but in the mind for long stretches of minutes, hours, eons -- you just wanted it to keep on and on, forever trapped in your mouth. All three pork techniques together? Ann was hooked. She had to meet the man who could create this kind of culinary magic.

Soon, Anne found that just being in Alex's presence had a sexual effect on her akin to a waft of his delicious food hitting the nostrils. It was immediate and overwhelming, something she noticed even on their first date together, and beneath her dress, her pussy dripped with wetness the same way her mouth watered for his cuisine.

"Sex and food are the same," he once told her. "You do not eat just one dish, or one style, or one ingredient. You do not eat for mere practical sustenance, as if it was a chore to be over and done with. You do not cram food in your mouth, forgetting to stop and appreciate what it is you're consuming.

"No," he continued. "Food is meant to be savored. Every stab of the fork should be appreciated. You close your eyes, you raise the bite to your lips. You savor it. You breathe it in. You let the flavors dance around on your tongue for seconds that -- if the bite is as it should be -- seem to stretch forever. You eat because it is a visceral experience, a pleasure felt by your body in a very natural, primal way, and you want to feel it in new and exciting ways each time. Yes, you have old favorites in the recipe book that you return to time and time again -- but each time you have them, it should be as if you're having them for the first time.

"It is the same with sex," he said. "It is to be varied. It is to be savored. It is something you close your eyes and let wash over you as though you are feeding your body with sensations. There are so many different ways to make love, an entire menu of options, and it is our duty as sexual human beings, I think, to give each dish its due, so to speak."

"Each dish?" Anne asked. She had always been a little reserved when it came to sex; she knew what she liked, she knew what fantasies danced around her head in quieter moments, but then there were things she'd heard about that she could simply never imagine herself enjoying. "I don't know ..."

"You never know how you will like a dish until you try it," said Alex. "You hear the term 'sushi' and think 'raw fish' -- you may even think it sounds unappetizing -- but until you try it, prepared by a master, the crude description belies the pleasure your taste buds receive. All foods are meant to be enjoyed, not repulsive, and the delights of the libido are the same way. Everyone has their own tastes, certainly ... but everything is enjoyed by someone, and I enjoy learning why, don't you?"

Anne had winnowed her eyes and smiled upon this remark, sizing up the man across from her. His sexual confidence baffled her, intrigued her, made her want to know more. She wasn't sure if she agreed or not with what he was saying ... but she found herself unable to pull away, the back of her mind racing with a million lurid thoughts.

"You sure have a way with words," she laughed. "So eloquent!"

"What can I say?" Alex said with a lopsided grin, leaning back casually in the booth where the two sat and ate on their date. "You spend a lot of time in the kitchen, a lot of stuff pops into your head. I've practically written an entire book like this in my own imagination."

"I'd read it!" chirped Anne.

"I hope you'll do more than read it," said Alex. "It's even better to live it."

And now, that's what Anne was doing. Having seen Alex for several weeks, things were going well. They'd even gone to bed, an exhilarating experience for Anne. But still, she was holding back. She hadn't totally released herself to him sexually. When she looked into Alex's eyes, she could percieve the kind of creatively--fired lust with which he saw her, but she wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Or not to this point anyway. But every time Alex touched her and left her awash with the kind of deep-in-the-pit excitement that only he seemed able to supply -- the kind that made her lips curl into a puckish grin and her head dizzy and unfocused, intoxicated by passion -- she knew it was only a matter of time.

Tonight, however, Alex was treating Anne to his other forte -- cooking. A special meal -- his three-way pork -- prepared to mark the one-month mark of the two seeing each other. The results were predictably transcendent. The first morsel Anne put in her mouth made her furrow her brow and coo in happiness. Alex had a gift, to be sure, and for right now, Anne was the sole recipient. Across the table, Alex smiled as he watched her indulge in his creation, studying her reactions, from the blatant to the subtle. He wanted to know exactly what made this woman tick.

"I have a very ... promising weekend planned," he finally told her when she had finished the dish.

"Promising?" she responded.

"Yes," he said. "I want to get to know you and your body completely."

"What does that mean?"

"Do you trust me?" he asked. His eyes pleaded with hers. Unexpectedly, Anne felt her fears melt away. All she knew in the moment was that yes, she wanted to trust him, and to please him.

"Yes." She hadn't even planned to say it. The word just leapt from her mouth.

"Good," he said, rubbing his scruffy chin thoughtfully. "You trust me as a chef, right?"

"Absolutely." That goes without asking, she thought.

"Then allow me to set this up as a sort of carnal feast," he said. "Think of this weekend as one long meal of sexual indulgence, exploring different cuisines and different dishes each time."

"Different dishes?" she asked. "What, are we going to eat while having sex?"

Alex laughed. "Would you be opposed to that?"

"I don't know," Anne said. "Now I'm curious ..."

"Good: Curiosity is important," said Alex, "but that's not what I was talking about. I was speaking metaphorically."

"Ah," said Anne. "Hey, you're into some out-there stuff. Can't blame my mind for going there!"

"No, I certainly can't," said Alex. "However ... I want to make my specialty out of you. Out of us. Together."

Anne raised an eyebrow. "Okay ..."

"Think of it as 'Anne Three-Ways'."

"I've got to warn you," she said with a nervous chuckle, "I'm not going in that oven without a fight."

Alex threw back his head and laughed heartily. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he said, "but you know that's not what I mean."

"Yeah, I know," she said, still eyeing her beau carefully. "So ... what do you mean?"

"You trust me?"

"As I said, yes."

Alex stood up and grasped Anne's plate to take into the kitchen. "Then you'll see."

Anne watched Alex walk away with the dishes. What had she gotten herself into?

A realization hit her. Old Anne would have worried about it. New Anne? An Anne with an Alex-shaped indentation on her psyche?

She was eager to find out.

　

* * *

FRIDAY:

　

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

Anne reclined on the couch and waited for a reply. Covering her eyes was a sleeping mask. She couldn't see, of course, but usually the point is to keep one from making an attempt to see, right? Strap the blindfold on so it can't be pulled off, use handcuffs, tie you to the bed, something? Instead, the mask just sat lightly on the top of Anne's nose with a flimsy string around the back of her head, her arms and hands free to move as they pleased.

"Aren't you going to make it so I can't take the mask off?" Anne had asked Alex.

He shook his head and shot her a knowing smile, his eyes penetrating deeply. "I trust you."

Anne knew what that meant. She knew that he expected her to WANT not to see, to value the surprise that was to come rather than try to circumvent it, like a child who learns it's better to not know what she's getting on Christmas morning rather than sneaking a peek in the closet.

Still ... Alex WAS taking a while, and she was getting a bit restless, a bit curious. And so she asked for him to come out of hiding, and was greeted with silence, save for a distant rustle in another room of the house.

Then came footsteps, creaking their way down the hall. The gentle whine of the door's hinges as someone entered the room. Instead of heavy thuds against the floor, the volume of the rhythmic gait was muted; clearly, Alex -- or whoever it was -- wasn't wearing shoes.

"Tonight," he said in hushed, deep tones, his voice piercing the silent atmosphere, "is the first dish: Oral."

"Oral, huh?" she responded, a little snark in her speech. "What, you want a blowjob? All you had to do was ask."

Anne couldn't see it, but Alex was shaking his head. "Sex is as much about the mouth as it is the genitals," he continued, unphased by his lover's clear skepticism. Each of our bodies has its own tastes, its own scents. You know the aroma that catches your nose when a plate of food is set in front of you? That's a man's musk, a woman's natural perfume. The smell of sweat, the smell of a pussy, the smell of sex."

Anne shifted, growing more anxious by the second. Alex went on: "And of course, smell and taste are connected. We start salivating before we even taste, but when we do ... A man always remembers the first time his tongue lapped at a woman's juicy cunt. A woman remembers the way her first cock tasted when it slid between her lips. The way his semen tasted when it slid down her throat. The way your lover's mouth tasted the first time you kissed intimately."

Anne's hairs were standing on end now, her squirming more constant. "You even remember the way the body tastes with other, more familiar flavors."

Suddenly, Anne felt a heavy, warm presence raise itself in front of her face. She instinctively opened her mouth, and in moved Alex's cock. Thick and stiff, not impossibly long but a length that felt right for Anne, it filled the space between her cheeks instantly. Anne closed her lips around the shaft ... and was surprised by what she found.

Alex's dick tasted of chocolate. As Anne sucked on his manhood, the sugary sensation flooded her taste buds. She opened her mouth and gasped, taken aback, her lips curling up into a delighted grin.

"Alex, did you ...?" His "shhh" interrupted her question, and she happily obliged. Her soft, pink tongue emerged from her mouth and licked the veiny hardness before her, slurping up a dollop of something thick and creamy.

She slowly lapped at his cock, all around the sides, up and down. She wasn't giving a blowjob; she was enjoying dessert. The sweetness was addictive to her senses, heightened by the lack of sight. She heard slight sighs come from Alex's mouth, punctuated by the occasional moan. The sound of Alex's pleasure only made Anne lick more voraciously, as her juices grew thicker between her thighs.

In went the entire length of Alex's cock into Anne's mouth again, sliding deep into the damp oral sheath. Anne grasped him around the base of his member and pumped passionately -- first, with a sultry leisure, like a hot, sticky summer day, then more vigorously, more violently. The chocolate was all but gone now; what was left was the taste of manly flesh.

Tiny moans escaped from the corners of Anne's mouth as she sucked his dick, sliding her slips all the way up to his balls, his pubic hairs rustling against her nose. Alex then took Anne by the hand and lovingly helped her off the bed and onto her knees on the soft, carpeted floor. She felt submissive and girlish kneeling in front of her man like this, taking his cock into her mouth and pleasuring him so. In and out, his meaty rod glided between her lips, until he was teetering on the edge of climax.

Alex withdrew and turned around, so that he was facing the same direction as Anne. He stood directly over her head. "Open your mouth," he directed, firmly but not cruelly. Anne complied. Alex lowered his scrotum into his lover's waiting mouth, and she instantly took to the new sensation, the new taste -- slightly sweaty, salty, rich -- the new texture. She took each of his balls at a time, sucking on them forcefully, then both at once. She felt Alex's body stiffen as the intense sensations rippled through her body as her lips vacuumed his most sensitive area. As she did this, Alex rubbed his still-erect cock around her face, her nostrils picking up the scent, still augmented by chocolaty sweetness.

Alex then took his cock in his hand and began masturbating himself, as Anne's tongue lapped at his balls and deeper, behind them. Again, Alex muttered, "Open." Like a bolt of lighting, into Anne's mouth burst Alex's cum, a sudden blast of sweet, thick cream. Like a rope, it shot from his cock and splashed against her tongue in waves. She closed her mouth after catching three dollops -- starting out heavy, and tapering off, as Alex panted, spent from his orgasm -- and swallowed. Anne had swallowed a guy's cum once before, but it was bitter and sour; Alex's, however, tasted entirely different, almost buttery, a little spicy, peppery.

"Oh fuck, Anne," groaned Alex. "That feels so ... incredible."

Anne pulled away and ltook off the mask. She looked into Alex's brown eyes, shooting him a sly grin. "You, good sir, are incredible."

Alex took her hand and helped her off the floor, then nudged her to sit down on the bed again. She did, and then reclined onto her back as Alex leaned in over her body to reach her lips and kissed her fiercely.

"Now," he said, his voice bathed in a rasp, "it is my turn to feast."

Alex kissed Anne squarely between her breasts, then once, then twice on each nipple, sucking for a slight tug. His lips puckered their way down her milky white stomach, each little kiss like a breadcrumb he was leaving in succession as a trail down to her most delectable gingerbread house.

Once he reached her pubic mound, covered in curly dark hairs, he inhaled deeply. He had appreciated Anne's uncropped bush, and found the heady brew of wetness and pheromones trapped within to be inebriating. There, he put out his tongue, and let it lick long and slow down her fleshy vulva.

Anne grasped Alex's hair, squeezing a tuft of it as the first intense jolt hit her upon his tongue's touchdown. "Unnnhh," she moaned, low and guttural. Alex's tongue, broad and flat, felt incredible against her tender lips. "That is --"

Before she could finish her sentence, Alex's tongue swiped directly over her clit. Another rocketing sensation zapped Anne, and again she could only manage an, "Oooooh, fuck, Alex. Damn."

Alex raised his head to look up at Anne and chuckled. "Fuck Alex? All in good time, sex kitten."

Anne giggled. "Oh god, yes, am I your sex kitten. I will purr for you anytime if you keep doing that."

Alex again lowered his head below the horizon of Anne's mound and touched his tongue to her slit, slurping around this way and that. Eventually, the tip of his tongue found its way inside her hole and Anne gasped, grabbing tighter to Alex's hair.

He licked back up toward her clit, and began a maddening swirl, his tongue going up and down, back and forth, like a swirling vortex. Anne lost herself in the intensity of her pleasure, time and space unfolding around her. The waves of pleasure were coursing through her veins now, making her light-headed. She writhed and wriggled, her knee occasionally popping up and settling back down, as Alex devoured Anne's now-sopping pussy.

He pulled up for air, gasped, "You trust me?" and went back down. "Uh huh," answered Anne. She wasn't about to put the brakes on now. She was in the moment and going with it, whatever it was. She was slowly becoming putty in her lover's hands ... and his mouth.

She felt something hard lightly graze her asshole. Then she felt Alex's hand squeeze and caress her buttocks. God, that feels good, Anne thought. Alex traced up and down the crack of Ann's ass, then wet his finger liberally in her juices, which were heavy enough to sufficiently slick the digit. Alex then lowered his hand and touched Ann's anus, softly poking against it to feel it out.

Anne wasn't sure how she felt about this, having never been touched here before, but ... well ... she did say she trusted him, and everything felt so good ... She didn't voice any objections, and Alex let his finger rest against the puckered hole, which started to breathe against his touch, loosening itself gradually. Little by little, his finger sank inside of her until, before either of them knew it, he was in up to the knuckle.

The combination was mind-blowing. Alex's tongue against her pussy was incredible, but Anne knew more or less what to expect; but complemented by this ... God, it made her feel so FULL. And this was just one of his fingers! Her asshole gripped tightly around his finger and he started to rock it forward and backward, with slight, careful motions, so as not to lay too much on Anne too quickly.

"Ohhhhhh goddddddd," she almost gurgled, her tones deep and husky now. The effect on her was incredible; the sensation of a tongue against her clit and a finger in her most private place -- the feeling of it, the nastiness of it -- had her overcome with lust.

"Feel good?" asked Alex, again grabbing a mouthful of air momentarily.

"Fucking awesome," she replied. "You are soooo fucking my asshole."

"Not really," said Alex. "This is just a taste, like an appetizer."

"It feels," Anne began, then started laughing. She didn't even know why. "I don't know how to describe it ..."

Alex grinned. "Dirty?"

"Oh, I am soooo your dirty girl," she cooed. "I'm your dirty, depraved slut."

"And you want more?"

"Oh god yes. Please."

Alex's tongue was now whipping around, causing a frenzy. The pace picked up and Anne was nearing the edge. She could feel the orgasm starting to rise up from her deepest places, threatening to wash over her, overtake her. At first, she tried to control herself, but then the pointless defense slipped away, and Anne gave in to her climax.

Anne's body bucked. Her muscles stiffened. Her legs straightened out. Her grasp on her lover's her became vice-like. "AHHHHHHHH!," she wailed, trying in vain to muffle her scream with her arm. She leaned forward and pulled Alex up off her pussy up to her chest and leaned over to hold him tight to her as she exploded with pleasure.

Anne collapsed onto her back and could only pant, staring up at the ceiling. Alex crawled up next to her, looking into her still-wild eyes. His face was glistening with her juices.

Anne turned to reciprocate his gaze and grinned, laughing a little and shaking her head. She was completely spent, her body having been rocked in ways it had never before known. "How did you ...?" she sputtered, words failing her in the moment. "What did you ...?"


Three Ways in One Day



My girlfriend and I have always had a great sex life. We've fulfilled a lot of fantasies together-exhibitionism, bondage, videotaping ourselves screwing, and a lot of other delightful things. But I'll save those tales for another time. Last weekend we had a mind-blowing experience in our bedroom.

Heather has a petite, perfectly proportioned body. She has long black hair, emerald green eyes, and a nice firm set of tits. She also has a complete tan all over her body, which looks incredible when her she is wet from the shower. Maybe I'm biased, but I think she has a better body than many of the women featured in men’s magazines. I just love the shape of her ass. Not fat, but nice and fleshy. She looks dynamite in a pair of tight jean shorts and a halter-top.

It was a Saturday morning, and we woke up next to each other. She was wearing red panties that were very lacy and feminine, the outside of which were velvety to the touch. They were very skimpy; not quite a thong, but exposing more thigh and hips than the average bikini bottom. She also was wearing a soft black robe that was half- open, so I could see most of her breasts. I put my hand on one of her breasts, and started to rub it in a circular motion. She let out a soft sigh, and we kissed for awhile.

I was just starting to touch her nipple when she suddenly sat up, and told me she had big plans for us today. I asked her what, and she said to be patient as she got out of our king-size bed and walked over to the door of the bedroom. First, she locked the door. I asked her why she was locking the bedroom door, as we have no children or anyone else staying in our house. She said she wanted to shut out the outside world all day, and just stay in the bedroom. Locking the door was for psychological effect.

Her next step was to unplug the telephone. Then she closed the shades, and sealed the small area that was letting in light. Now no outside light could get into our bedroom. She lit a couple of tall white candles, and a couple of small cinnamon scented tea lights. She turned off all the lights, and unplugged everything electric in the room. She came back to the bed, and told me what her plan was.

"Today is going to be so wonderful, John." Heather told me. "I want us to completely satisfy each other. Instead of the cliched 'making love all night,' I want to do something unusual and exciting. Let's fuck all day!" I was so surprised, I had nothing to say. I was very turned on, because we were both too tired to make love the night before. "But I want to do more than just straight sex. Today, I want you to fill me up in all three possible ways. I want to experience your cock like never before."

She opened up her robe completely, and sat on my lap facing me, pressing her breasts against my chest. I could feel her nipples harden with excitement. She wrapped her arms around my back and gave me a soft gentle kiss on my earlobe. 

"First, I want you to lay on top of me and Fuck my brains out." She whispered in my ear, while her long black hair touched my face.

"Sure, we'll start out slow and sensual, my lover, but then I want you to give it to me hard. I’m going to spread my legs wide for you, and put them in the air, and then I want you to pump your cock hard into my wide open juicy pussy!” 

Now she was running her fingers through my hair. She started kissing my other ear and whispering 

"After that we'll relax for a while, and then I want to get down on me knees and give you the blowjob of your life. I want to suck your Fucking cock, and bob my head up and down while you hold my shoulders. I want to look you in the eye as I suck you off, and swallow your cock as deep down my throat as I can. Then when you can't take it anymore, I want you to shoot a load of hot, white, creamy come into my mouth, and I want to swallow every drop of it. I'll lick your cock clean while you come down from your orgasm." 

Then she turned around so that her ass was facing me, and started rubbing it herself. 

"Finally, I want you to take my ass. That's right, I want you to Fuck me up the ass, and fill it up with your erection. I want you to stretch it to the limit, and take me to plateaus of pleasure. Think you can do all that in one day, lover?" 

I wasn't sure, but I sure as Hell was going to try! 

She started to kiss me passionately on the lips. I put my hands on her soft, round tits. She sighed with pleasure as my fingertips gently circled her very hard pink nipples. It felt so relaxing when she started to run her fingers through my hair. Before I knew it, her hot red lips were kissing my neck, and then my collarbone. Her mouth felt so hot as it worked its way down my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. I felt her tongue circle my nipple, and my cock grew instantly. I loved it when Heather kissed and licked my nipples. We stood up and walked over to the bed. We held each other as we fell into the soft king-size bed, and I ended up on top of her warm soft body.

I took her robe off very slowly, letting her feel the soft material of the robe as I slid it down her whole body and took it off her. Then we lay side by side, and she helped me out of my sweatpants while we kissed deeply. Her tongue urgently explored mine, and she had a look of pure animal delight in her eyes as she stared into mine. Our flesh pressed up against each other. Her soft tits felt incredible against my hard chest. Our arms wrapped around each other, and we held each other tight. We were both very excited and turned on. My cock was so stiff and erect against her thighs, and I knew I would be inside her slippery hot pussy very soon. 

We kissed each other anxiously, and caressed each other's hot skin. I felt a little bit of sweat form on our chests, and that added to the sense of heat and excitement between our bodies. My hand roamed up and down her back and then down to her ass. I felt her curvy ass through the silk red panties she still had on. She moaned with delight when I slid them off her, down her legs. My hands traveled up her legs and started to rub her thighs. She then proceeded to remove the last bit of clothing I had on, a pair of navy blue briefs.

It felt so good to hold each other while we were naked at last. I lay on top of her body, and positioned my cock on the outside of her pussy. "Oh, John, that feels so good on my pussy! Yeah, just like that, when you rub your cock on it! Ooh right there, that rubs my clit!" She was talking loud and dirty, and it was really turning me on! Her breathing got hot and heavy, and she kissed my lips passionately.

"I can't wait to Fuck you!" She said. 

I felt my cock getting lubricated with the hot slippery juices that where forming on the lips of her pussy. I touched her pussy with the palm of my hand, and then started to rub her clit a little while she yelled out. "OHHHH. UNNHHH. OHGOD that feels good!!" she panted. She was really getting into it, and breathing hard with pleasure. "Are you ready to be filled up?" I asked. She grabbed my ass and pulled my body even closer. Without talking, she held my cock and guided it inside of her. The head of my big stiff cock felt so very good as at slid into her wet tunnel. I just love that one short moment when the head of my cock firsts pops into my lover’s pussy. Years of exercising has kept her pussy tight, and once I was all the way in, she squeezed her pussy around me. She kissed me deeply for a minute, then looked deep into my eyes with those smoldering hot brown eyes of hers, and said, "Give it to me, John. Fill me up deep and hard, and Fuck me. Fuck my brains out!" 

I started to rock in and out, and she gasped and moaned and thrust her hips against mine. I wrapped my arms under her body and around her ass, and penetrated her deeply. She groaned and said "Yeah, that’s it. Give me that big stiff dick! Fuck my hot cunt, lover! I can't get enough of you! I'm your love whore, I can't get enough of that cock! Oh my god, yes, Fuck my brains out! UNNNHHHH! Do me, yeah DO me HARD LOVER! OHHH! Feels...so...GOOD! So....UNNNNH!....so....OHHH. GOD!....feels....fucking.....great! Oh YES!" It turned me on so much to hear her talk so dirty. When making love, Heather gets very wild and uninhibited, and sometimes talks really dirty. I pumped in and out of her so quickly and hard, and looked down to see my cock go in and out. She buried her face in my chest, and licked and kissed it. I reached up and cupped her wiggling breasts in my hands. She screamed and moaned harder when I touched her nipples. She started to really sweat and gyrated her hips under mine. "Give it too me, lover! Pump your cock inside my pussy. Those hot balls of yours are so full of hot white come! I want it to fill up my pussy! Do it! Do me hard! FUCK ME HARD! UNNHHH" She screamed and moaned.

I was so turned on I couldn't take it much longer. Her words and her body were about to push me over the edge, and she knew it! That was what she wanted. I thrust my cock furiously in and out, and right before I felt the first hint of orgasm approaching, she gently rubbed both my nipples and kissed my lips hard and passionately. I felt the tremors of an intense orgasm start, and screamed out with pleasure when the hot streams of come started to erupt out of my cock like a volcano. I shot a load of come deep inside her tunnel, and felt wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over me. She screamed as I came, and started to quickly rub her cute pink clit. As the contractions of my cock began to slow down, I felt her pussy muscles start to involuntarily contract and expand around my still throbbing erection. She started to scream really loud as she came. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHHHH! UNNNNNNHHH! OHHHHH! FUCK! YES! OH MY ....UNHHHHHHH! FUCK! OHHH....." She kept going on and on, literally screaming with pleasure as her pussy came. Her juices and my come mixed together inside her, and I stayed inside her for a few minutes, reveling in the moment.

We both collapsed with our arms around each other, and gently caressed each other’s bodies as we came down from our orgasms. We just lay and rested for a couple of hours, and then had a nice breakfast. I made fresh juice and hot coffee and she cooked us some pancakes and eggs. We ate breakfast in bed together, just half dressed. We talked and relaxed for awhile, and decided that it would be nice if we took a shower together.

We turned on the hot water, and soon the whole room was steamy. We got in, and washed each other’s bodies. My favorite part was sliding my soapy hands all over her tits, and it felt really good when she soaped up my chest. When we got out of the shower, she pressed her soft clean body up against mine, and I instantly got erect again. Her breasts pressed up against me, and she took my hand and led me to my favorite easy chair. It is very comfortable and cushiony. She sat me down in the chair, and started stroking my thighs. She put on some really weird music; it sounded like the soundtrack to a porn movie! I didn’t ask what the music was, and I didn’t really care, as I was paying more attention to the feeling of her hands inching up my thighs towards my stiff prick. 

She moved her body to the music, teasing me by running her fingers in little circles around her nipples. She swayed her hips round and round, thrusting her pussy back and forth just a foot from me. She buried my face in her breasts, and then kissed my lips deeply. Her tongue explored mine, and then she whispered into my ear: “Are you ready for the Blowjob of your life?” 

I didn’t really have a rational response to that question. What does one say to a question like that? So I just hugged her tightly and kissed her breasts greedily. I think she understood the meaning of my non-verbal response.

She kissed her way down my chest very slowly, and I was in torture with anticipation. I couldn’t WAIT to feel her red lips slide onto my cock, and start sucking away! She kept teasing me, kissing lower and lower, then kissing up a bit higher. But she was going in the right direction. Slowly but surely. To add to the anticipation, she made sexy slurping and kissing sounds with her lips. I told her I couldn’t wait anymore, but she held my hands to the arms of the chair, and said “good things come to those who are patient. VERY good things, like hot Blowjobs! I’m going to suck your dick dry, honey, and deep throat you! That’s right, my love, I’m going to suck that cock, get my mouth all wet, and keep on sucking and licking until you shoot another load of come down my throat! You’re going to get your cock Sucked like its never been Sucked before, by your hot Cock-sucking SLUT girlfriend! I can’t wait till you shoot your come down my throat, and I SWALLOW it like a good cocksucker!”

She was talking even dirtier than before, and getting me extra turned on in the process! Evidently she was turning herself on to, because she started to touch her pussy. She played with my heavy balls, and then I closed my eyes and moaned when I felt her warm mouth cover the head of my cock. She was stroking the shaft, and focusing her tongue on the really sensitive underside of the head of my cock. She made exaggerated slurping and sucking noises, and got my cock super wet and sloppy, mixing pre-cum with her saliva. She squeezed my thighs, and played with my balls a little while bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I held onto her breasts and sat back and enjoyed myself.

Most of the time I just closed my eyes and enjoyed, but once I opened them for a minute. She stared into my eyes, and gave me this look that was so hot and intense that words can’t describe it. It was a look of pure lust, and she stared into my eyes while sucking and licking with all her energy, all the while making wild noises. She never averted her gaze as she slowly swallowed more of me than she ever had before.

I couldn’t believe what was happened next; she inch by inch swallowed my whole entire cock! It has always been a fantasy of mine, (And probably 99.9% of men out there) to have a woman actually suck my whole entire organ, but this was the type of thing that only happens in porn movies, I thought! She had never taken that much of me into her mouth, and she later confessed that she bought an adult sex technique video that taught her how to exercise her throat muscles and relax them enough to take all of me without gagging. She told me she was very pleased to see that the technique really worked!

I was in a different world after she swallowed my whole cock. I just closed my eyes again and enjoyed the incredible sensations I was feeling. I felt an orgasm approach. She slowed down, and then went faster...then slower...then faster, teasing me some more. I felt an orgasm approaching me, and new it was going to be a big one. I was worried that the come would be too much for her, but then again, she seemed to be sucking my whole 8 inches without too much trouble, so I figured she knew what she was doing. 

She sensed that my orgasm was approaching, and she started to suck harder and faster, making slutty noises as she sucked me off. I felt the point of no return approaching, and she cupped my balls in her hands tightly, not enough to hurt, but just enough pressure so I could feel her hands massage my balls. She was trying to milk all my come out so there was MORE to swallow! It felt so good. I was moving my hips, and she sucked and sucked and sucked. I felt the orgasm approach even closer, and then it hit me like a freight train! I shot with an incredible feeling of release, and I was shocked by the intensity of the orgasm. It just kept going and going, and I could feel her mouth sucking away and swallowing me while she massaged the come out of my balls and down her throat. After shooting most of my load, she took my cock out of her mouth, and aimed it at her chest. A few last spurts shot out at hers tits, and she rubbed the last of my come into her flesh like it was massage oil.

By now it was time for lunch, and we took another break for a few hours. We had a nice lunch of sandwiches and some wine. It was an indoor picnic, she told me. All throughout the afternoon we talked and played games. I almost forgot about the third part of her plan, and my cock was so spent I didn’t think it could come again that day. But Heather had ways to turn me on again. She kept wiggling her sexy butt at me. We were semi dressed; I had on a robe and boxer shorts, and she had on white shorts and a black tank top. 

She sat on my lap, and said “Doesn’t that ass of mine feel good on your lap, lover?” She moved her butt around my hips, and then stood in front of me, facing away from me. Her shorts were so tight, and showed off her round ass-cheeks perfectly! I just grabbed her ass and squeezed it. “My god, you know how to get me turned on again, Heather!” I said. She bent over the table to further show off her curvy ass. “Maybe we should go to the bedroom.” I said.

“No, John, I want you to do me right here on the table. I want to bend my body over the coffee table like a little slut who can’t wait to get to the bedroom.” She peeled her tank top over her head, not even turning to face me, just exposing her bare back as she bent down over the coffee table. I told her I was worried about doing it up her ass without lubrication, and she turned her head and smiled as she lifted up a bottle of lube she had sneakily hidden under the table! 

“I planned everything already, lover. Just tear off my shorts, and Fuck me up the ASS, Lover! Take my ass, now. Fuck your little slut up the butt!” She laughed. “You like it when I talk like a whore? I just have to have your cock one more time. First I fucked your brains out. I spread my cunt open wide like the slut I am, and you fucked me deep and hard. God, you made my hot pussy feel good! I just can’t get enough of your hot fucking. Then I smoked your pole, just sucked your fucking cock dry, greedily swallowing your come like I was starved and it was food. Did you like having your cock-sucking slut bitch give you a hot blowjob? Did it feel good to have me deep throat you’re prick like I was a porn star slut? Next time we have a day like this I want to film it, so I can watch myself behaving like a lusty whore. But enough talk, my stud. FUCK me up the ASS NOW! Please!!!! I need cock to fill up my bottom, fucking me deep deep down in there. Rip off my shorts and FUCK me up the ASS!”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but my cock knew what to do. I quickly discarded my robe and pulled my boxers off. I then noticed that Heather was wearing a pair of shorts I had never seen her in. They were white, and very tight. I tried pulling them down over her legs, but I physically could not for some reason. She laughed and told me this was yet another part of her plan. 

“While you were resting, I put on these old shorts and tied a string around the waist in knots. I deliberately tied the knots so tight that the only way to remove the shorts is to rip them. The shorts are very thin, and should tear. If you really want my ass, you’ll have to work for it. Now rip my shorts off now and do my ass deep! Tear my fucking clothes off and fuck me HARD!”

She wiggled her ass even more seductively on my crotch. My cock was rock hard, and it was dripping pre-cum onto her tight shorts. I started to rip her shorts. It took a lot of effort, and I was sweating with exertion. I heard it tear, and she said “Rip my clothes off and expose my hot ass! Is your cock ready to plunge into my tight little asshole? Are you ready to spread my cheeks apart, and stick your dick into my butt-hole? Bend me over the table and ASS-FUCK me like a whore!”

Finally I managed to rip the pair of shorts to shreds, and I grabbed her and bent her over the table. I lubed my hands up, and rubbed her Ass. First I kneaded the cheeks for a while, and she started to finger herself while I caressed her ass. I squirted some lubricant onto her asshole, and started to rub it all over. She let out a deep moan of pleasure when I put a finger inside the hole. She started to push her ass down on my finger, encouraging me to explore deeper. I fingered her ass for awhile, and then I rubbed the head of my cock right on the rim of her asshole. “OhGOD Put it in me RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” She yelled when she felt the head of my cock touching her hole.




Three Ways Not to Have an Affair



Like millions of couples, my marriage struggles with the issue of sex. As is often the case when one person has a significantly higher sex drive than the other, we have argued more than once about what should be the most pleasurable benefit of marriage. Many others in similar positions explore options such as open relationships or extra-marital affairs. For us though after failed relationships in the past and having been the other person in more than one marriage, we both meant the 'forsaking all others.' That is not to condemn those, who have chosen other paths. It is simply recognition that this article may not be relevant to your situation. 

My situation may seem unique: a woman begging and pleading with her husband for more sex. I believe though that as the sexual revolution has freed women to express their needs, many will discover that they have desires stronger and more frequent than their partners. Despite having a long and honest discussion about sexual appetite before we married, I have come to realise that few men can admit that their women have appetites beyond theirs. More culturally norm of course is the man, who remains desirous of sexual fulfilment several times a week or even a day. Overtime, his partner may become less tolerant of what she may have at first found faltering. As I said, I have been the other woman in such a marriage, more than once. It is the experience as the 'other' woman that formed my belief that if someone is getting their needs, physical and emotional, met at home then he or she will not stray. 

But what happens if you are in a situation where those needs, either physical, emotional or both are not being met? What if you are still deeply in love with your partner and do not want to engage in extra-marital affairs or open relationships? This article is born out of my personal struggle with just such issues. It is about three key things I have found that have allowed me to remain faithful to my husband and minimised long term damage to the love and commitment we share for one another. I share this in the hope that others will find it useful. It is by no means exhaustive. If you have found other things, which have helped you in similar situations, I would very much appreciate you sending those through email or feedback. Because as I think anyone in this situation will appreciate, this is a continual struggle much the same as alcoholics or drug-addicts in a seven-step programme. I hope to learn as much or more from you than the simple options I offer here.

1) Talk about it. Do not ignore the issue or feel as if you must keep the problem to yourself. In as neutral language as possible, let your lover know that you are having difficulty. Keep the discussion focused on 'I' words; I would like more sex. As opposed to more accusatory, 'You never make love to me anymore.' The other thing to remember is that the issue may not be solved with a single discussion. You may need to with loving persistence bring the subject up over and over again. Perhaps I should have even phrased this as 'talk about it, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, etc.' That is hard, because you do not want to seem as if you are nagging your partner. On the other hand, if you cannot discuss what is bothering you, sexually or not, then your situation is compounded. A couple of things I have found that make it easier to distinguish between nagging/begging and constructive discussion is to bring the subject up not in the heat of passion, but in a calm manner and perhaps even neutral location. It is sometimes easier to open the topic over a nice dinner out, than over coffee the morning after your advances were once again rejected. There should be a clear distinction between talking about it and fighting about it. Not that fighting does not have its place. Sometimes arguing is the only way to communicate how strongly you feel about something; it is also a good excuse to have great make-up sex. Yet, most of the progress towards resolution to your unique situation is likely to come not from heated arguments, but from thoughtful, considerate communication with your lover. No matter what, never stop talking. I have actually warned my husband, 'the day I quit talking about this is the day you need to really worry.'

2) Remember the good stuff. For all of us, there are unique qualities of our partners that first attracted us to them or things we have discovered along our shared path in life that make us love and respect that person. Unfortunately during difficult times, we tend to focus not on those positives, but the negatives. If we make a conscious decision to remember those positives, our struggles take a new and bigger perspective. For me, I have found numerous reasons that I want to remain faithful to my husband. Chief among those reasons is that I still find him terribly sexy. I tell him it is his fault that he has ruined me for other men. I can honestly say if I were to look for another partner, he would just about need to be hubby's identical twin. Of course, there are other reasons as well; some silly, such as my telling him that I could not divorce him because I might lose his mother. Others though are deeply moving. For me after an acrimonious divorce that has harmed my older children and an almost idyllic separation from my former partner that even then has been difficult for our son, our daughter is a large portion of this equation. It is not simply that we share a child though. It is the type of father that my husband is which seals this deal. For instance, my husband, who is a slightly shorter version of Michael Clarke Duncan from the Green Mile, came home last night from work and despite being exhausted lovingly allowed our three year-old daughter to adorn his gargantuan form with her bracelets, necklaces and even her Disney Little Princesses flashing crown. It is a moment I shall remember for all time. Tell me, what other man could ever compete with that?

3) Find other outlets. It may seem trite to suggest, but finding other things to distract you can in the short term at least help to temper the situation. It may seem ironic, but I returned to an earlier love of writing erotica. I found that I could take these pictures, fantasies and thoughts and by transferring them into words and stories on a screen I could relieve the sexual tensions. I could escape my reality and for a brief time become someone else. I could live out my fantasies yet remain chaste and faithful to the man I love. This obviously is not a solution for everyone. There are other options; a hobby, the gym, or friends. A profitable although potentially consuming and ultimately counter-productive option is to throw yourself into your work. Recognise though that these outlets whatever they may be are not a solution in themselves. They are merely an option in context of the other two; an opportunity to distract ourselves from the situation. 

The obvious question of course is: what makes you the expert? The honest answer is that I am not. I am simply a human being, who like you may be struggling with this issue. I actually debated whether or not I had any right to write this article; given that there are days and sometimes even weeks when I wonder whether or not I will be successful in this endeavour long term. In the end, it came down to the simple fact that whether or not I successfully apply these three principles over the next twenty or more years, I still believe in them. As I said though, I do not hold myself up as an expert and definitely welcome suggestions and dialogue with others, who share this struggle. 



Three Ways to Avoid Heartache