0 comments/ 22345 views/ 1 favorites Triangulation By: King2002 ONE I'd been eying him for a few weeks, now, John Henderson. He was some kind of athlete and had a great body, especially his well muscled back and cute bottom, but what I liked best was the way he said my name. We met at a Phi Delt party that Sue dragged me to, one of those out of control keggers that we usually avoid but she was sweet on this hunky Phi Delt who turned out to be a jerk and a pervert, but that's another story. John had been in a quiet corner talking to another guy about a race or something and I'd been pushed against him when some guy who'd had way too many trips to the keg tried to dance my way. John was very sweet and helped me up, and brushed me off gently as there was sand all over me. You see, they'd had this beach theme party the week before and had carted in loads of sand to pour all over their basement floor. It was gross. Anyway, I said I wanted to leave and he offered to walk me back to my dorm, as I hoped he would. We ended up going over to the Grill for a shake instead and it was such a great conversation. "Jamie," he'd said so seriously, "There's more to you than meets the eye." Asking around I found out that he was into the Christian group on campus and that made me uncertain about how to play it. I knew I wanted to get to know him but, if truth be told, I was also very horny. Listening to Sue's constant series of escapades was hard especially since I was a bit unsure of myself around guys, mostly, and I ended up masturbating a lot. So I went out with John a few times, to the tune of a good night peck once and awhile and I began to realize I'd have to take charge if I wanted to ratchet things up a notch. Sue was behind the seduction idea big time. She even gave me the ruse I needed – just wear a robe and ask for a massage or something, she said. He'll have to unwrap you at some point and then, girl, your "natural charms" should to the trick. Sue has small breasts, very pretty, but very small, and she is always commenting about my own D cups. Personally I find hers, with their long nipples, to be sexier than these big bags, but I know she and most of the world's men would disagree. So anyway, I called John last night to come over to my place to talk about rock climbing. Why climbing? Well the guy is mad about it and has been trying to get me to go, but I'm a little squeamish and told him I'd like to try out a climbing wall first. Well, when I called him, I told him I'd been to Jelly's Rock Gym and had a spill and he needed to come over and A) Explain to me why rock climbing was such a good idea again and B) figure out some way to soothe my bruises. I'm shameless. Anyway, he did come over ... TWO It's right here, she whimpered, gingerly touching her ribs and looking at him out of the corner of her eye. John sighed. Do you have any skin lotion? She raised an eyebrow quizzically. I could massage out the bruise, he explained; I have some experience of that from cross-country. Jamie flushed and went quickly to the closet, drawing forth a tube of skin creme. Will this work? Just fine, John said, now lie back on the bed and relax. He took the tube of creme from her and knelt by her side. Jamie was even more flushed now and breathing hard – you have to relax John repeated – otherwise the massage will just tighten you up. Jamie let out a long sigh and lay still as John undid a few buttons of her nightdress, just below the large mounds of her breasts. Wait, she gasped suddenly, and grabbed his hand – what is it? – just make sure its warm first! She giggled becomingly. John squirted a healthy glob of the creme on his hand and then rubbed it vigorously between his palms. Jamie had lain back across the bed, her eyes closed, waiting. Gently John slid a palm under Jamie's nightdress and across her ribs, gratified to hear the girl gasp – too cold? No, it just right she breathed – the bruises are a little higher. John slid his other palm up the smooth chest – yes he said there seems to be some swelling. Their eyes met and Jamie lost the pretence and grabbed his arm, pulling his hands up her ripe, heaving breasts, pleading with her eyes wide open now – do it! she hissed, I've wanted you to for so long and John gave in, letting his fingers luxuriate with those amazingly soft silky globes, gently pinching the hardening nipples that he found rising to meet his touch. Oh god! Jamie breathed, and instantly shuddered as her excitement and his touch brought her to the first of a series of small quaking orgasms. John kept one hand on a beautiful breast and with the other undid the rest of the buttons of the nightdress. Jamie's hands meanwhile, clutched her own breasts, one of them holding John's fingers in place over her throbbing nipple. She wore a simple pair of white panties speckled with tiny flowers. He glanced up at her closed eyes; her face radiated passion. Let me look at you, he said. Her eyes opened and she released his hand, cupping her breasts as he stood up, hovering over her. No bruises. No. She giggled. Do you mind? Not at all, he said, it's a charming way to be seduced. He gently traced one finger between the globes of her breasts and down her tummy, hooking it in the elastic of those cute panties. He paused. Please, she whispered, I'm so hot, and she raised her hips from the bed. He tried to whip them off with a flourish but he got stuck somewhere around her knees and she laughed awkwardly and wriggled to help him till he was struck suddenly by the absurdity of it all and collapsed laughing, too, on top of her. Soon he inhaled a nipple and laughter gave way to passion, his hand slipping past her downy mound to find her, indeed, hot and wet with need, her lips slippery. Wild moans escaped her now and her own hand fumbled for his penis, still hidden in his clothing but achingly hard at the amazing slippery wetness of her. Eagerly their hands explored each other and it was his turn to wiggle his hips as she drew him from his sweatpants, panting – I've never seen one before! This gave him pause but he felt the ripple of an orgasm clutch around his probing finger and was lost now himself, rolling over her eagerly as she parted he legs and settled to catch his first excited thrust. A long groan from each of them as he slid home and he thought, she's so tight, but that was all as the world become a rhythm of sensation, soft and smooth and full of gentle, eager sounds. When it was over he pushed himself up on his elbows over her. Her eyes were still closed, he cheeks still flushed and she was beautiful. But the question. Your first time? No. My boyfriend in high school was shy and we did it in the dark with most of our clothes on. You're mostly naked now. And loving it, she breathed sleepily, and he felt he tighten somewhere deep within, gently squeezing his fading but still firm member. THREE We were still lying together when Jamie's roommate came through that door and woke us up. Oh, she said, I'm sorry and turned to leave as I was still trying to figure out where I was. But Jamie was instantly awake and rolled me off of her impatiently. Wait, Sue, she said, I want you to meet him! John put your pants on! She slipped out from under me and strode, her robe still hanging open, to the door and grabbed Sue's shoulder. I fumbled for my clothes hearing Sue say: well I see your plan seems to have worked - and the two collapsed against each other laughing. Damn, I thought, these girls are in league here and I'm just a toy in a bigger game. Now what? Sue, said Jamie, all mock seriousness now that I had my pants on, this is my friend John Henderson. John, Sue Miller. Yeah, I knew who she was – She ran track in the spring, middle distance, and had a pretty hot reputation among the guys on the squad, though I'd never met her before. I've seen you run, I said, taking her small, finely boned hand, 800 right? Her hand was hot and her grip disturbingly strong. She smiled and we exchanged pleasantries but Jamie suddenly gasped and whipped off her robe, running buck naked to her closet. I was astonished. Is this typical behavior around here? Sue laughed again – a nice laugh, I thought and Jamie stepped into some panties, again with the little flowers. I have to meet professor Higgins about that research project tonight – In ten minutes in fact. Damn it! She put a foot up on the bed and draped her bra over her knee, hooking it around her waist and harnessing those beauties out of sight. Sue had pulled a blouse and a pair of jeans out of the closet and tossed them on the bed. It's a chance to be an RA next year for Higgins doing pysch research, Sue said; I'm already on board and it's a great opportunity. I'm sorry, Jamie now, as she buttoned the blouse, I know this kind of takes the romance out of things dressing in front of you like this. No, no, I said, go for it, Higgins is great. I was still a little woozy and sat on the bed as Sue handed Jamie a brush. Such great chestnut brown silky long hair, but a tangle now and Jamie scratched futilely at it on her way out the door, getting a good luck peck from Sue on her way out. Take care of John for me, and she was gone. FOUR Do you need taking care of, Sue asked, her eyebrow an arch, her face amused. I realized that I hadn't put my boxers on and they were lying on the floor at her feet. I wondered how to go about picking them up and getting out the door. Jamie was easy to handle, so earnest and innocent and lovely, but I didn't quite know how to take this one. She was dressed in a pair of wind pants and a long sleeved tee shirt, sweaty. She'd been running. I guess you'll want to be changing, I said – I'll just collect my things and go. No you don't she said and put her hands on my very bare chest, holding me to the bed, I want to at least get a few words from the guy Jamie's been gushing about. Her touch was light now, but I could still feel the heat of her in her palms. She let her hands slide softly off my chest and I felt a trickle of sweat beat on my forehead. Turn away and I'll just throw on a sweatshirt; she whirled and crossed her arms, pulling off the tee before I even had a chance to look away. I turned my head, but not enough that I couldn't see her whip off her halter top next. Nothing sexier than a woman's bare back, I thought as she dropped a big sweatshirt, probably Jamie's over her frame and wriggled out of the windpants. Probably out of her panties too – I thought I'd caught a flash of bottom but I turned quickly to the window as she spun around. There, she said, now tell me about you two. A bounce and she was sitting near me on the bed, one finely shaped leg crossed over the other, a good deal of lovely bare thigh exposed. Well, Sue, I actually think you know as much about it as I do – you seem to be all over our scene tonight! She laughed, throwing her head back and exposing a deliciously long white neck. I'm guessing you probably enjoyed that "scene" immensely, she said, her eyes alight, Jamie is really a very sensual girl and you must admit she has a great body, you know – we both got an eyeffull just now! I was not in my element here and it got worse as she looked me up and down appraisingly – you're not too bad yourself, purring, looking for my eyes; I'll bet you made the room ring with Jamie and I'll hear all about it from the neighbors. She rolled her eyes prettily in the direction of the wall. I imagine Jamie's quite the moaner. I decided to try to brazen it out – I had to do something – Mr. Happy was straining at my sweatpants again with a dull throbbing ache and this would soon be all too apparent. Oh come on, I said, you don't have to ask me – I'm sure you guys compare notes all the time. Too late ... I was blushing furiously and my voice cracked. Why John, she said, I seem to have unsettled you – It's OK darling, Sue doesn't bite. I'll be damned if the little minx didn't put her hand right on top of my hopeless erection - but I do suck, she whispered and in a flash she had those pants pulled free of my penis and her hot warm mouth firmly placed over the head. I gasped in astonishment, my hands raised helplessly. She had me, she certainly did, as her tongue fluttered at my tip and her small hand wrapped firmly about my shaft, pumping. Sue! I managed to stammer, but she paid no attention, her other hand pushing again at my chest, powerfully this time (this girl has got to lift!) as she slid around to crouch between my legs, and Good Lord, that mouth, that heavenly tongue! I was just on the verge of giving in both totally to the moment and physically to an orgasm when she stood up and drew the sweatshirt over her head. She was, indeed, totally naked. Wow. A tight, compact little body accented with long hard nipples and a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. Not yet, lover, she said, and placed a knee on either side of my thighs, straddling me, I need a good fuck. I groaned helplessly as she grasped my dick firmly and positioned herself to slide over it, a look of such concentration and lust on her face. When she was firmly on me she leaned her pointy breasts against me and whispered in my ear I love how much you taste of her. Damn. I lost it, I was coming buckets and she hadn't even begun yet. Somehow I knew this wouldn't satisfy a woman like Sue. FIVE Sue gasped with disgust and frustration and pushed John back on the bed, slipping off of him. Sorry, John said weakly, I'm not used to this. She sighed, her hand reaching down to find her clit and her eyes again appraising him. With a spring she was on the bed, sitting split in front of him, those great legs spread invitingly, holding her delicate pussy open. All is not lost – you can still eat me. He stared in fascination at her petalled opening, glistening between her fingers, than up at her pretty, intense face. But I don't know how. You'll learn – she leaned forward a grasped his ear forcefully, pulling his face down between her thighs. Her scent was pungent, powerful, a heady rush that made him dizzy with excitement. Use your tongue, her whispered command and he gingerly snaked out the required organ, touching it directly to her engorged clit, though he didn't know just what he was touching, or rather, tasting. Yes, she breathed, oh yes, and her hands more gently but still commanding pressed his face more firmly into her crotch. Thus began John's first experience with cunnilingus, with Sue's hands to guide him gently here, more frenzied there, using his ears to steer when she needed to and all the while calling out a stream of expletives that, coupled with the new sensations, soon had John's cock raging hard, though very sore, again. Oh yes, fuck ... oh just there shit, suck it, SUCK IT you bastard – yes! She was screaming and suddenly John wanted her, wanted her hard and furious and he thought to himself, what about the neighbors now, bitch – surprised as hell to hear even the internal curse as he raised himself up and plunged furiously into her. She responded just as vigorously, her digging into his shoulders and she wrapped her body athletically around him – amazing him – she'd seemed so small, and drew him in and in and in. Damn! SEX I was lying on the bed reading when Jamie came back, whistling. You're right, Sue, Higgins is great – and she's really glad we'll be working together! I rolled on my side to look at her. You must like that sweatshirt a lot, Sue – you wear it all the time – tell you what, in honor of our getting the project together, I'll give it to you – no, for I was shaking my head – it's yours! Jamie can be so demonstrative. That's great, Jamie – I really do like this shirt – it makes me feel so ... cozy; I sat up inside the shirt pulling my knees to my breasts. I was still naked under the shirt and I loved the feel of my own nipples pressing against my legs. Sit down and tell me, I said, patting the bed, but not about Higgins – I want to hear about John. Oh! She blushed at once. She'd been unzipping those jeans and tried to change the subject. What were you thinking giving me these pants to wear tonight? I haven't fit into them since freshman year. She sighed - I look like a cow in them! Jamie, I said seriously, that little episode earlier should've convinced you what I've been telling you all along. You are beautiful – perfect. And she was, especially becoming now in her blouse and panties ensemble. She came to my bed and sat down beside me, put her hand on my shoulder. I'm so sorry that you had to walk in on us! I laughed – don't worry about it – it's tit for tat anyway – how many times have you had to put up with my lovers? And anyway, I hastened to add, wickedly, it was quite a turn on! She grabbed a pillow to hit me and I sprang up laughing. You didn't come on to him, did you – her eyes were concerned, poor kid. Of course not, I said, but he sure does have a great bod! No wonder you were so hot – I grabbed a pillow, too, because she came after me laughing with relief maybe but more with the sheer excitement of the day, and I ducked under her blow, pushing into her with my head and driving her back on the bed. I dropped the pillow and sprang on top of her, going for her ticklish places, along her ribs, between her thighs. She whooped and wriggled but I was merciless. Please, she gasped, I'll pee my pants! I collapsed on top her, giggling too, liking the way her breasts felt pillowed beneath me. One of my hands was trapped between her thighs and on impulse I began squeezing gently. I don't think she noticed, her breasts heaving under me. I looked into her eyes. Jamie? She caught the weird note in my voice and my other hand toyed with the buttons on her blouse. Yeah? What was he like – in bed, I mean? Oh Sue! She was blushing again. A lot of that going around in this room today. Come on, I said, I'll tickle you again unless you tell me, and my hand slid through the opening I'd made in her blouse, around to her ribs. They were slick with skin lotion or something, still. It felt awesome. If you must know he was great – just great, her eyes went far away and I stroked her sides and squeezed her thigh more urgently, higher. What did he do? Oh, it was just like you said, I asked him to give me a massage and he was enchanted by my breasts. Any guy would be, I said and, straddling her, drew both of my hands up to her full, luscious globes. Did he play with your nipples? I rubbed them to life through her bra. Sue! She gasped, the flush spreading down her neck. I would have, I said, and tweaked them. Jamie struggled under me but I slipped one hand quickly down between us and she gasped in surprise. Let me, I whispered, my eyes on hers, I've wanted to - I want you so much. To my astonishment she reached down to push her panties off of her hips, a wild look coming over her pretty face. I know she whispered, oh I know .... SEVEN I guess I'd wanted Sue for longer even than I'd wanted John. I just didn't know it until she came on to me like a house on fire. Ever since I'd made love to John, I'd felt so sensual, swinging my hips in those tight jeans, enjoying the delicate kiss of the wind on my skin on my walk to Higgins office. I'd even taken notice of how full professor Higgins' lips were! And Sue – I suppose in many ways I'd always loved her, but none so much as when she went down on me, gentle but eager, her lips finding me, the very essence of me, and drawing me out and into her. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and soon my hips were bucking with the sensation, but I froze when she drew her nail down the edge of my labia, her mouth still on my clit. It was too much – I couldn't move for pleasure – but there was still more to come as she let that finger, and another, and maybe more, I couldn't tell any more, slide into me, and out, and in and I was coming and coming and coming and felt like it would never, could never stop. Triangulation I’m still trying to figure out how this woman, whom I’ve never met, became so important to me. She started out as a voice on the phone, but has become an integral part of my life. The story begins with my company being taken over as an acquisition by a large construction firm. The purchasing company was going through a national expansion, and saw us as a perfect way to establish a presence in the new territory quickly, and without a huge startup investment. Unfortunately, with the expansion happening as rapidly as it did, getting the attention we needed was difficult. The lines of communication were poorly established from the start, as the main office was in a scramble just to cover the basics. We soon felt abandoned, with no power to make our own decisions, and no-one to make them for us. Morale plummeted and projects suffered, as did profitability. Naturally, when it showed on the bottom line, important people started to take notice. The solution was to provide us with a contact person who could field questions, get information to the right people, get us what we needed, and so forth. Enter Sarah. Sarah was an intelligent individual, knew the workings of the company intimately, and was quite capable of taking care of business. She had a sweet, sexy voice with a hint of southern drawl. Her sense of humor was dry, which appealed to me immediately. We got to know each other over the weeks and months through phone conversations. Our discussions included work, things we liked to do outside of work, complaining about the mismanagement around us. I learned that she was in a long-term relationship and had been happily living with her guy for fifteen years, which was roughly the same amount of time I had been married. We were close in age and had grown up in the same area, although I had moved away years ago. We both liked outdoor activities, warm weather and good beer. Conversing with her was easy and very comfortable. I got to feeling we were friends and allies, even though there were a thousand miles between us. One morning we were chatting, and she made an off-hand remark about the shape of a piece of hardware. It was more the intonation than the actual content that left me wondering, “Hmmm, was that a pass?” I didn’t pursue it, didn’t want to seem too forward. I was unsure whether she intended something sexual, or if it was just the filter of my own dirty mind making it sound that way to me. We went about the rest of our conversation and signed off. I couldn’t stop thinking about it though. I mulled over the conversation several times before getting distracted with some more pressing matter. Later that day, Sarah called me to discuss a project we were in the middle of. The installers were having difficulty with the fit of a panel. It was too large for the space, and wouldn’t set correctly. Thinking I might push the envelope just a bit, I commented, “Being too big, now that’s a problem to have!” There was silence on the other end of the line. “Oh, shit”, I thought to myself. “I just put my foot in up to the ankle”. I was preparing to make a lame follow up to cover my tracks, when Sarah, in a hushed voice, responded, “That’s the kind of problem I LOVE to have”. My embarrassment at having put out my little innuendo quickly turned to embarrassment over her comeback. I was at a loss as to how to respond. The best I could come up with was, “Unfortunately, it isn’t an issue I’ve ever had to contend with”. She laughed the sweetest laugh I have ever heard. I felt the front of my pants rise up at the thought of this Southern Belle on the other end of the phone being so playful. Feeling a bit more brazen after the initial shock, I asked, “Have you “suffered” from this difficulty?” In the same timid whisper she responded, “Once or twice a long time ago, when I was dating. It’s much more fun to think about than to actually experience.” She was saying all the right things, and I was beginning to feel an infatuation coming on. “Not that I’ve ever had complaints, but whatever equipment shortcomings I might have I make up for in enthusiasm. Spending the time to really experience each other is the most fulfilling thing, as far as I’m concerned. That and trying new things to keep it fresh”. The sensitive angle always worked for me. “I agree”, she said, now sounding a little more relaxed, but still talking low. I could hear the sounds of other people talking and laughing in the background. “My honey is very attentive to me, which is why we’ve been together as long as we have”. The reminder that she had a “honey” brought my head right out of the clouds. I had been thoroughly enjoying the intimacy of the moment, feeling a little like we were on a first date. Then Wham, back to reality. A few awkward moments passed, then I returned to the discussion of the project. We came to a determination of how to deal with the problem at hand and said goodbye. The rest of the afternoon, my mind was stuck on our little chat. A feeling of youthful exuberance was sweeping over me, that “teenager in love“ feeling I hadn‘t had in a long time. At the same time, the idea that she was involved, never mind me being involved, perpetuated a sense of naughtiness. The fact that she was half way across the country only heightened the thrill. There was something about the unattainability in the situation that was a real turn-on. Heading home, I began to think about my marriage. Lane and I had been together close to twenty years. They were good years, all in all. We had grown a lot together, learned much about life, the importance of compromise and being close. In many ways, we were a success story, particularly with friends, many of whom had separated over the years. The relationship was hardly perfect, however. With so much time, the sheen was definitely gone from the affair. We were like so many married couples who take each other for granted, especially when it came to our sex life. Not that we didn’t have great sex when we had it; the problem was that we only had it when circumstances were exactly right, which was rare. The idea of having a fling on the side had an excitement to it that was very appealing. Arriving home, I remembered Lane was at a class for the night. With the house to myself, I grabbed a brew from the fridge, picked up the remote and settled into the couch. HBO was showing a rerun, Comedy Central had some lame comedian who was hard to take; oh, hey! Cinemax had some soft core. A little flirtation around the pool, clothes coming off, perfect bodies; just what the doctor ordered. As I watched the action on the tube, my thoughts went back to the afternoon and Sarah. Having no idea what she looked like, I was free to create her entirely in my imagination. The image I came up with was of a brunette with long hair, dark eyes, tan with large breasts and strong, muscular legs. She had a sexy-pouty look, with full, honey colored lips that just begged to be kissed. Dressed in a short skirt with high heels, sheer black nylons and a cashmere sweater stretched tight in all the right places, she was my perfect dream girl. In my fantasy, she was sitting in her cubicle talking to me on the phone. Her hand was in her lap, rubbing herself inconspicuously through her skirt. She bit her lower lip in a sensuous way, her eyes slightly closed and dewy as she fantasized about us being together. I unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my dick and began stroking gently, thinking of the conversation we might be having. She would say, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Tell me about your cock. I want to picture it. I want to think what it would be like to have it in my mouth.” My response would be, “It’s really hard right now, hot to the touch. It’s thick, almost too thick to get my hand around it. The head is swollen and red. There’s a drop of juice at the tip, that’s how hot I am for you.” My ministrations were having the appropriate effect, as my prick twitched with the steady, gentle stroking motion. “I’m hot for you too. I’m imagining your raging hard cock in my mouth. The ridge of your head sliding in and out, pulling my lips as it goes. I can feel the veins popping out on the shaft. It’s so hard! I can smell you. The combination of sweet and sweaty is really turning me on. I’m sucking you in hard now. I want you all the way down my throat”. With that, I wet my palm with saliva, lubricating and causing my prick to slide easily. My pounding became more forceful as the pace quickened. “Oh god, that’s good. I can feel your tongue working around my shaft. I can feel me sliding down your throat. Your tongue is working my balls as I hit bottom. I’m pulling out while your tongue moves around my shaft, swirls around the head, then I’m back in to the hilt. It’s so hot and wet in there. I could come any second”. “No! Don’t come yet. I need some attention too”. “It would be my pleasure. Tell me what you like”. “You brush against my lips softly with yours. Tell me how sexy I am”. “Jesus, you are so sexy. Just listening to your voice turns me on”. “Kiss me gently, feel how soft and hungry my lips are. Lick them, then push your tongue into my mouth softly. Feel my tongue receive you. Now, kiss me harder, with passion. I can feel the heat from your body. Your hands touching my face, stroking my neck and shoulders. My nipples are so hard, I want you to lick them, suck them. Now bite them. Harder! Harder! Oh god, I’m getting close. My fingers are working in and out of my pussy. I’m dripping wet, and it’s all your fault!” “I can take care of that for you. Let me kiss you down there. I’ll kiss your belly, the insides of your thighs, the outer lips of your full pussy, darting my tongue in and out, flicking your love bud, causing you to squirm and moan. I plunge my tongue into you as far as I can, my nose buried in your pubic bone. Moving it in and out like a small cock, then coming out and swirling around your clit, side to side then straight up the middle where it rests, pushed against your swollen gland.” I could feel myself getting ready to lose it, just as my imaginary lover began to quiver all over. The thought of her coming while talking to me was enough to cause me to lose all control. My body went into spasm for what felt like a full minute. I couldn’t believe how much I had to give. The build up of the day had brought me to one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in quite some time. I cleaned up, and went back to the show while finishing my beer. Realizing how inane the dialog and situations were on the tube, I turned it off and went to bed. Being in bed by myself was incredibly lonely. I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening with our marriage. The idea that I felt this intense desire for a woman I’d never met, knew so little about and really had no chance of hooking up with made me wonder whether our marriage was reaching an end. I rolled over and went to sleep, having restless dreams through the night. The next morning found me exhausted and awake before the alarm had a chance to go off. Some time during the night Lane had come home, slipped into bed and was sleeping soundly. Maybe it was just as well she hadn’t woken me, although it added to the feeling of alienation for me. I got up slowly, careful not to disturb her. Grabbing my clothes, I headed to the bathroom for a shower. A glance in the mirror showed the wear and tear of the night, particularly in the rings around my eyes. “This is not my idea of fun”, I said to myself. But as I considered that I would be talking with Sarah soon, the motivation to get to work became a driving force to carry on. I made a pot of strong coffee and downed it before heading out the door while Lane slept on. There was a voice message waiting for me when I arrived at the office; interesting, considering how late I had left the night before. My overcoat still on, I hit the retrieve button, to be pleasantly surprised by Sarah’s sexy drawl. “Hi! I was thinking about the Simpson project, and had a couple of ideas. Give me a call when you get in.” I checked the message time on the phone display; 4:00AM. Either she was a dedicated employee, or she was thinking about me at 4 in the morning. I liked the second option. The thought that we might get into some hot phone romance had my libido going full tilt. Even if we didn’t, just the possibility of it was intriguing enough to make me forget about my exhaustion. I began my routine of hanging my jacket, putting my briefcase away and settling in to my desk to consider the direction of my day. As I sat there, I realized that there were many things in my life that had become routine to the point that I didn’t even think about them any more, I just did them. The thought was depressing. Only yesterday I was telling Sarah how I liked to try new things to keep it interesting. But in practice, Lane and I had our schedules, our regular activities, even conversations that seemed to happen over and over. In the bedroom was no different. There was a fairly limited range in our lovemaking that we had kept to for years. It was all very comfortable, and when I thought about it, mundane. Maybe this was part of the reason it happened so infrequently, why our marriage was getting stale. All this thinking was really bringing me down. I put the heavy stuff aside, and began looking over the projects that needed managing. I came to the Simpson job and checked the clock. It was 7:00, still early for Sarah to be in. On the other hand, she had called me at 4, so maybe she would be there. Besides, I could use a little company. I dialed and heard it ring several times. Her voice mail came on, but I was in no mood to leave a message, so I hung up. My mind began to wander, thinking about Sarah; what she looked like, what her life must be like, whether she was awake early regularly. The fantasy from the night before came back, only this time it was 4:00, she was at home in her bed in a skimpy nighty, pushing a duvee off of her so that I could see her fingers moving in and out of herself, back arched off the bed and writhing around. The phone was pressed loosely against her head as she breathed hard, moaning, and told me how much she wanted me in her. My pants were getting tight as I worked the fantasy. I rubbed myself under the desk, feeling like a naughty school kid who might get caught. The desk, office, surroundings, my life all vanished as I lost myself in this hot little dream. Now she was asking me to come over and fuck her right there in her bed while her boyfriend slept. She was telling me how wet she was for me, and how badly she needed it. As if being woken from a dream, the phone ringing brought me back to reality in a most unpleasant way. If I had needed to get up from my desk, it would have been an embarrassing situation to say the least. The thought of having to deal with some complaining customer or jobsite problem was repulsive to me right at this moment. On the other hand, the number up on the display was none other than... I grabbed up the phone on the second ring, and answered, “Hi there. I was just thinking about you!” She responded in a coquettish tone, “I hope whatever it was was good.” “Of course. How could it not be?” “Did you get my message? I had one of those unexpected insights about the Simpson job, and just had to call right away.” I thought to myself, “OK, so she’s just a dedicated employee.” What I said was, “I know I do some of my best work at 4AM”, figuring if nothing else I would get a reaction from her. She laughed heartily, and answered, “I bet you do!” I appreciated her ability to have a laugh, not get flustered, and even enjoy a little sexual banter. Many women I knew, including Lane, tended to get very self-righteous when it came to joking about anything sexual. To me, this response of lobbing it right back was much more appealing. We discussed her ideas for the project, which were inspired, I must say. I guess early mornings worked well for her. Once the business was taken care of, I decided to go out on a limb a little again. I more or less blurted out, “ So I was trying to picture what you look like. We’ve been talking for months, and I feel like I know you pretty well. I have created an image of you in my mind, but have no idea how accurate that image is.” She was quiet a bit, then asked, “Why do you want to know?” “I just want to have an idea when I’m talking with you, that’s all.” “I’m about 5 foot eight, strawberry blond hair with blue eyes. Is that enough?” “Well, it’s a start”, I answered. Again, a few moments silence, then with a tone of finality, “I’ll send you a picture if you send me one.” “That’s a deal!” I responded, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “You’re sure that’s all you want it for?” “Yeah, absolutely.” The rest of the day flew by. I was feeling good, in control of things. I had a mission, a mission of lust. I left work a little early, and went to purchase a disposable camera with a timer. There was plenty of sunlight when I got home, perfect for an impromptu photo shoot. Lane would be at work for another hour anyway, allowing me enough time to finish before she got home. I changed into my best looking shorts, sport shirt and flip-flops and headed to the back yard, grabbing a frosty beer on the way. I threw the cover on the grill, picked up the loose odds and ends on the deck, and arranged the deck furniture to look casual but orderly. Setting the camera on the rail, I practiced a couple of “relaxed, enjoying myself” poses, then set the timer on the camera. I got a dozen shots, figuring at least one would come out half-decent. There was a one-hour developer up the street, in a little mall. I left the camera and took a spin around the mall, checking out the stores, grabbing a coffee, passing the time. When I returned an hour later, there they were. The funny thing is, I was nervous to open the package. I’m typically not that concerned about my looks. I’m decent looking, no stud, but no fright either. This, however, was different. Even though Sarah and I had gotten to know each other fairly well, I wanted to make a good first impression in the looks department. Hurrying home, I opened the package and laid the prints on the counter. I was amazed at the clarity and color from such a cheapo camera! There were two that stood out as better than the rest; the posing didn’t look posed. The rest of the prints went into the trash. As I walked away from the garbage, I realized that if Lane noticed the photos in there, she would have to wonder what was going on. The thought of sneaking around, while intriguing, stirred feelings of guilt as well. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to mess up my marriage, but I was having more fun than I had had in a long time. It was all very confusing. I bagged up the trash and took it out, eliminating the evidence. When Lane got home from work, I had already been home a couple of hours. I was relaxed, still dressed for lounging. I met her at the door and gave her a big, warm kiss. She was a little taken aback. “ What brings on this nice welcome?” she asked. “ I left work a little early, and have been looking forward to seeing you.” I answered. “Looking good too, I might add.” was her response. “Why don’t you join me on the deck for a cocktail?” “I’d love to. I had a crazy day. The idea of relaxing in the sun sounds fantastic!” She headed for the bedroom, and changed into a pair of old cutoffs and tee shirt. I watched her move, and thought to myself that she was an attractive woman. Like me, she wasn’t movie star gorgeous, which was fine. It would have been tough for me to always wonder if other guys were constantly trying to get into her pants. But she had a vivaciousness to her, an inner strength that was as appealing the day I met her as it was now. I had to wonder how I could be with someone like this and not be satisfied. Triangulation Lane poured herself a glass of wine and headed into the warmth of the afternoon sun. As she came out, her breasts were swaying gently under the loose shirt, obviously unrestricted. With all the excitement of the last couple of days, my “other brain” didn’t need too much encouragement. It started to rise up and show its approval. She leaned over to give me another smooch, and her shirt fell away, giving me a clear view of her full breasts. What she had intended as a peck, I determined to make into something more. I kissed her deeply, brushing my hand along the side of her face and moaning gently. She responded momentarily, then pulled away, settling in to the chair on the other side of the table. She began telling me the trials and tribulations of her day, and within less than five minutes, I was in “Yes dear” mode. Before she was midway through her morning, I was daydreaming of Sarah. “I wonder if Sarah does this with her ‘honey‘”, I thought to myself. “I wonder why Sarah has been with her guy for fifteen years and never got married...oh yeah, I know why.” “Lane has to realize that this is so unbelievably unsexy. It’s no wonder I’m thinking of someone else.” Eventually, Lane noticed that I was staring off into the distance and stopped talking. A look of hurt came over her face, a pout that might have been endearing at some other time and place, but for now was just annoying. She asked, “Do you still love me?” “You mean right now?” “Yeah, right now.” “Well let me see, I got a peck on the cheek, then a rundown of your miserable day.. I can’t say I’m feeling like taking you out on the town dancing.” “I had a really tough day.” “And I’m the punching bag you take it out on.” At this point, my anger was starting to build. “You know, when there’s more crap flying around than good stuff, it makes a person wonder what he’s doing.” “What do you mean?” Her pout began to turn to a look of concern. “I mean, when did our relationship become passing in the night, and complaining about work to each other?” “Maybe about the time you started staying at the office ‘till all hours, doing god knows what with who knows who!” “Since we’ve been together, I’ve never ‘done god knows what’ with anyone but you! And lately, not even with you! Maybe that‘s part of the problem here!” “Is it the cause or the symptom? You know, I’ve been missing it as much as you have! You think I don’t get urges? You think I don’t want to call you at the office and talk dirty to you sometimes? I think about sex regularly! Unfortunately, you’re never around to do anything about it with me!” I was stumped. The case of self-pity I had been working on was being shredded. It was confusing to me that both of us could be feeling angry at each other for being neglected by the other. The solution should be simple, right? All we needed to do was pay more attention to each other. “So maybe you should call me at the office once in a while. I think that could be enjoyable”, was my response. If the intrigue of having a phone fling with Sarah had so much appeal, why not try it with the woman I’d been in love with for so long? This seemed like an ideal way to get some enthusiasm back into our love life. I was certainly all for it. “You don’t think you’d be uncomfortable?” she asked hesitantly. “That would be part of the fun of it. The idea that we could get caught. It might help put the spark back into things.” “Maybe you should come home early more often. I miss you during the week.” “I can certainly make an effort to do that.” With that, Lane came over and sat in my lap. We kissed gently on the lips, both wanting to make up. Then again. And again. Our mouths pressed against each other as tongues moved back and forth, enticing and seducing. The lump in my pants began to grow again, and Lane felt it against her leg. She responded by moving her thigh against me, massaging me and helping feed the passion. As we kissed, I pulled her into me, feeling the warmth of her breasts against me, her nipples jutting through her shirt into my chest. With the late afternoon sun shining brightly on us, there could be no more perfect place to be. “Why don’t we go inside?” Lane asked in a sultry voice that accentuated the aroused state of her body. The way she moved in those tattered shorts and loose tee was better than my best fantasy as she headed for the house. I raced around in front of her, blocking the entrance to the house with a huge tent in my pants, devious thoughts racing through my mind and a devilish grin on my face. “Why don’t we stay right here?” I said , as I pulled her body against mine and kissed her again passionately. “But the neighbors! What if someone sees us?” “I guess they’ll get a heck of a show.” She hesitated, anxious of all this exposure, then gave in to it. We made out like we were teenagers, lips locked for what seemed like an eternity, hands going everywhere, breath getting hotter and heavier with each moment. I was nibbling along her neck, something I knew from years of experience always made Lane crazy. She moaned softly in my ear, grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, grinding her crotch against mine. I reached up under her shirt and stroked her back, then her breasts, then brushed lightly against her already swollen nipples. She shuttered and pulled away. We made our way back to the deck chairs, me sitting in the chair, her straddling the low arms, facing me. We continued to make out while I massaged her breasts under her shirt, the sun baking us. With her legs over the chair arms, she was able to raise herself up slightly, and rub her crotch against my raging hard-on. The fabric of those cutoffs was so worn and shredded that I could see that she had no underwear underneath. Her pussy peaked out on one side and then the other as she gyrated her pelvis against me. Looking down, I could see that her pussy lips were very swollen and shiny, which turned me on even more. She watched me looking at her and smiled before locking me in another long hot kiss. She reached down and struggled with the zipper of my shorts, working it over the extended head of my penis. Eventually she got it loose and let the full mast free. Stroking it a few times for good measure, she whispered in my ear, “I can’t remember the last time I saw it this big and hard.” “You have a way of doing that to me, honey”, I whispered back, nuzzling her ear, and giving the lobe a gentle bite. She dismounted, hands still wrapped around my cock, and got on her knees in front of me. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was peeking over the fence, she took me into her mouth. Lane knew exactly what to do. Between the suction from her mouth, her tongue moving around the head, and just the visual impact of this sexy woman doing this for me in the warm outside air, I was in heaven. Lane worked me over right to the point where I was ready to explode, then she grabbed my cock just above the scrotum and pressed hard. The pressure was enough to stop me from blowing my cookies, something I was quite thankful for. Slowly, she stood up, looking me in the eyes and smiling a horny smile, bending at the waist and forcing her sexy ass in the air. As she came up, I got a full clear shot of her beautiful breasts inside her tee shirt. The nipples were hard as rocks now, distended, and her areolas were swollen and puffy. This woman was turned on!! She turned around teasingly, wiggling her hips like a stripper, legs spread apart just enough to show hints of her pussy, then bent back over and grabbed her ankles. With her ass in my face, I didn’t need any more prompting. I got up out of the chair, onto my knees and buried my face in that delightful spread. I pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side and ran my tongue up and down from her pussy to her bung hole. As my tongue traveled, Lane pushed her body back into me, forcing the tip of my tongue to penetrate her glistening love hole, then her pucker. And to think, just half an hour ago I was wondering why I was with this person. As I worked back and forth, Lane rolled her hips so that her pussy was directly aligned with my tongue. She pushed back into me, humping my tongue. I forced it up into her as far as I could, and she rode it for all she was worth. With my chin resting against her pubic bone, I found that I could massage her clit by moving my chin slightly while my tongue was buried inside her. Lane seemed to really enjoy this, as I could feel her begin to shutter. It started at her pussy, then seemed to spread down her legs and up her torso. Her knees shook as she gasped, and faltered like she might tip over. I grabbed her hips to help steady her, but she kept grinding into my face. I was in no position to argue, so I kept it up. Eventually, the shaking settled, and Lane sighed deeply. She backed off the pressure, and started to straighten up. I stood and met her half way through her turning around with another passionate kiss. She shuttered again slightly, and grabbed me in a full hug. Her breasts were still quite aroused, and as we kissed, I moved my chest against them, rubbing them through our combined shirts. Lane gently pushed me back to the chair I had been sitting in before. She pulled my shorts down and left them hanging around my feet, then pushed me down into the chair. The look in her eyes let me know I was not going to regret going along. Once again, I became aware of the warmth of the sun on my naked skin, and decided this was something I had not had nearly enough of. It was time to start making some changes in my life, to be more hedonistic, to enjoy what was around me, instead of keeping the nose to the grind stone all the time. Barely had I finished this thought when I felt my beautiful wife’s mouth around my flagging penis. She was looking up into my eyes as she sucked me into her, taking as much of me as she could. She never could do the deep throat thing, but she made up for it in many other ways. In no time, I was full steam ahead again, this time feeling more in control than I was before. I could tell we were going to have one hell of a rutt, and that I was ready to go the distance. She stood and turned around, with that fine ass jutting out over me. She grabbed the crotch of her shorts and pulled them to one side as she lowered herself down. I held her hips to help support her on the way down, and to guide her. She got to within inches of sitting completely on me and suspended herself on the arms of the chair. This allowed me to release my hold on her, and get ahold of myself, so to speak. With a firm hand, I grabbed my rigid tool and rubbed it against her pussy, getting her acquainted with Mr. Jimmy for the first time in a while. With my cock held tight, I worked it through the folds of her flesh, and rubbed the head against her engorged clit. She groaned softly and applied weight as I rubbed her. I could feel her juices dripping down on my hand and tool, indicating that she was more than ready. I let the tip drop in, but just the tip. Lane tried to push down to get more of me into her, but I held the rest of my cock away, teasing her, making her beg a little. I pulled the tip back out, and she whined, “Stop teasing me! I need your cock. I want your cock! Put it in!” She looked back at me with a yearning that inspired me to tease her a little more. I put the tip back in, with a little more, and wagged it around, stirring her juices. Then I pulled it out and rubbed her clit a few times for good measure. “Please, please, I need to be fucked! Feed me that big, juicy cock of yours. I need it! Please!” Not being much for torture (of her or myself!), I aquiesced. And oh, my god was it good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt Lane so hot. Her juices were running down my cock, onto my legs, onto the chair, the deck; it seemed like they were going everywhere. And her temperature was a few degrees hotter than I had ever remembered it. Maybe it was because we were outside with the natural air, maybe it was just my imagination, but whatever it was, it felt incredible. I went right in to the hilt the first time. Lane settled down onto me, allowing her full body weight to keep that piece of rigid flesh lodged as far up in her as it would go. She rocked forward and back slowly, letting it slip just a little in and out, rubbing hard against the upper walls of that hot, wet cavity. I put my hands under her ass cheeks, and lifted up, taking some of the weight off me, and allowing some air to move between us. On cue, Lane grabbed the arms of the chair and suspended herself above me. In this position, I was able to hump her from below, raising my ass out of the chair, and pushing my cock into her. She raised up a little further, to the point where when I was down in the chair, my dick was just barely in her. Then I would raise up, and run the entire length of my steaming member into her. This really rocked her. Every time I drove it home, she sighed. Every time I dropped back out she moaned. We carried on like this for quite a while, thoroughly enjoying the intimacy, the atmosphere, each other. As we continued, Lane became more active, pushing herself up and down, increasing the pace and the ferocity of the movement. Before long, we were banging away like a well-oiled engine. She started to moan louder and longer, and I could feel her insides twitching. The idea that she was getting ready to blow turned me on to the point where I was ready to cum any second. We picked up the pace, and I was jamming myself all the way up with every thrust. Lane started to make a noise that I didn’t recognize; an animal growl that just kept getting louder and louder. It was so raw that it made me want to join in. Here we were, a couple of suburbanites banging away in the back yard, sounding like something from Animal Planet. Our noises were in sync with each other, almost howling now, as our impending orgasm approached. Hers began seconds before mine, as her entire body seemed to go into spasm. She was unable to continue humping, as her stomach tightened, her vagina clenched wildly, and her legs locked. I, on the other hand was humping like a mad fiend, my cock exploding within her slick walls, leaving shot after shot of jism inside this incredible, animalistic person who was my wife. What seemed like minutes went by, and eventually, the orgasm subsided. Lane relaxed back into me. We stayed like this for a long time, panting, sweaty, sated. I gently stroked the insides of her legs, her belly, up her arms to her shoulders, then the sides of her neck and face. She shivered and sighed as a last ripple of orgasm moved through her. She twisted around and gave me a long, deep kiss, as I slipped out of her. This was the kind of adventure I was up for. Oh, the quandary. To be in love with Lane, and infatuated with Sarah at the same time. To Be Continued Triangulation "I know you'll leave me. You're just waiting for us to get back to Manila, and you'll leave me." Stanley was curled up in the fetal position on his berth in the compact cabin of the Bayliner 2855 yacht. He and Lance had been anchored off the Hilton Cebu Resort twin towers in the Philippines for two days, and Stanley had been drinking himself beyond pout and into a blue funk for three. "Please, baby, please don't be like this. You know I wouldn't leave you; you know I couldn't leave you," Lance murmured. He sat on the berth beside Stanley and laid his hand on his lover's belly. This had always worked before. It wasn't unusual for Stanley to sink into this mood, if not often this deeply, and the drink always made it worse. Ever since Stanley had passed his fiftieth birthday, he had become convinced that Lance, now half his age, would leave him—that his money wouldn't be enough to hold Lance. Even Lance's suggestion that they take this around-the-world trip, just the two of them, alone, most of the time on Stanley's streamlined yacht, hadn't reassured Stanley. "I've grown so old," Stanley moaned. "Old and dumpy. I saw the looks you were getting the other night at that club in Manila. I knew they were thinking 'How can such a well-built hunk like that be with such an old man when he could be with me?'" "No you're not too old, Stan," Lance said, the exasperation in his voice clear. "You still have the looks of a model. And here. I grab you here and you are hard as a rock." He had placed his hand over one of Stanley's nipples and squeezed on Stanley's well-worked chest muscles. "And you're still flat as a board here." Lance put his palm on Stanley's belly again. "And you still can get it up here." He grabbed Stanley's cock through his Speedo. "And you still have the sweetest one of these I've never known." Lance was sliding his hand under the rim of the Speedo at the small of his back. "No, no, no," Stanley cried out. He jackknifed out of the fetal position, pushed off of the bed and away from Lance. "You wanted this sort of vacation because you are embarrassed to be seen with an old man like me. No, I know you'll leave me in Manila. I might as well throw myself off the boat now." Then, grabbing up an oversized beach towel, he flounced out of the cabin and to the bow of the boat, where he laid the towel on the sharply raked windscreen of the cigarette boat and laid down on his back, wanting the sun to bake the liquor out of him while he watched the twin towers of the Cebu Hilton and the activity on its beach. Only a moment later, Lance popped out of the cabin, a panicked look in his eyes. His eyes wildly scanned the water, looking for a sinking suicidal Stanley, until he saw that Stanley was sunbathing instead on the bow of the boat. Mad now, having had enough of this, Lance slipped off his Speedo and came around to the bow and stood, legs spread, between the sunbathing Stanley and the vista of the Cebu Hilton's busy beach and two tall hotel towers. He took his long and thick cock in his hand and wagged it at Stanley. "Suck this!" he demanded. "Can't you see that it's hard for you?" "What?" Stanley opened his eyes. And then he opened them even farther, focused on the midsection of his naked horse-hung young lover. "Lance," he cried out, "What are you doing? People will see you." "People will see us, Stanley. Not just me. You said I would be too embarrassed to be seen with you. I'm going to fuck you right here, in full view of everyone in that resort. That's how embarrassed I am to be seen with you. And if you won't suck me, I'll blow you." With that, he knelt between Stanley's legs, stripped off his Speedo and inhaled Stanley's cock. "Oh, god, Lance, oh god," Stanley cried out. His hands went to the back of Lance's curly head and held him close. "Oh, god. All of it . . . yes . . . yes. Oh, god." Changing to fisting Stanley's cock, Lance started moving his lips up across Stanley's belly and up onto his nipples and to his lips. He was writhing around on top of Stanley, getting as close into him as he could. "Lance! Not here. In the cabin. We must go below. Oh . . . ahhhh." Whatever else Stanley was going to say was muffled as Lance brutally attacked his mouth with his own. After working his mouth until Stanley was almost out of breath, Lance broke away. "No. Here, Right here, Stanley. I'm going to fuck you for anyone to see who wants to see. I want you now, here. I love you. I'm never going to leave you. You couldn't get rid of me if you wanted to." Lance quickly worked his mouth back down Stanley's torso, and after giving his cock a little more loving, Lance put his hands under Stanley thighs, rolled them up, and was diving into Stanley's hole with his tongue. As Lance stood back up, his hands still lifting Stanley's thighs up and spreading them wide, Stanley looked down at him. "God, Lance. You're so hard. You're huge. I never know how I can take all of you." "You always take all of me, Stanley. You've got the sweetest ass. I'm hard for you. You make me hard. Can't you accept that?" "Yes, yes. I . . . Arghhhh!" His ass had accepted all that Lance had for him again, and Lance was fucking him hard, power driving up between his spread thighs, pushing his back up and down on the raked windscreen of the yacht. * * * * Will Thruston worked hard on the key mechanism of his tenth-floor Hilton Cebu hotel room door. He was in such a state that he was doing more cussing at the unresponsive lock than effective key turning. Once in, he tore off his shirt and threw it on the bed, headed straight for the minibar, grabbed a beer, despite his intent never to take anything from an exorbitantly expensive hotel minibar, flipped off the cap, stumbled out onto the balcony, and stood at the railing, trying to gain control of his anguished trembling. He stared hard out onto the yacht basin, trying to calm down, trying to tell himself these things happened, that it didn't mean anything. But this was the third time this week. He had to face that maybe he was growing unable to get it up. Maybe he was losing it altogether. Business hadn't been all that good this week. This afternoon's trick, who he had cultivated for nearly an hour in the hotel bar before landing him, had been ugly and pudgy. And he had to have been at least in his mid forties. But Will couldn't let that turn him off. Most of the marks at this hotel were ugly and fat and old. The younger guys here didn't have to pay for it. And Will only did it for the money. Everything had worked OK at the start. The guy was half drunk when Will helped him to his hotel room. And he paid up front—what Will asked for without haggling. Will had planned to fuck him in the shower and then again after the full body massage he had agreed to as part of the price. Lucky, he hadn't told the trick of these plans, though. The man had been more than ready for Will. He was half hard before they got into the shower, and Will had gone down on his knees in front of the man while water was cascading over them and gotten him to jack off with a minimum of mouth work on his dick. And the guy had gone hard and come again when Will had turned him belly to the tiles and given him a full-tongue rim job. Then Will had planned to fuck him from the rear, but he hadn't been able to get it up. It hadn't helped that the pudgy guy had already hardened and come twice. Will felt emasculated by that. Twenty years older than him and able to spout out twice in an hour when he himself couldn't even get it up. And the worry about it probably didn't help either. As a substitute, he'd finger fucked the man while covering him close from behind for a while, which seemed to satisfy him. The full body massage on the hotel bed went OK, too. And the trick hardened and came again while Will was giving him a hand job. Still, Will himself hadn't hardened up. Maybe part of that was that the guy gave Will's cock no attention at all. He seemed happy for Will to be making all of the moves. This was both good and bad. Good because the guy didn't seem to notice that Will wasn't aroused; bad because Will had promised to fuck him. Will's flexible dildo came to the rescue. The mark was so mellow when Will had jacked him off and then turned him on his belly and rubbed down his back and legs, that when Will at last mounted him, the guy didn't seem to notice—or care—that it was a dildo working inside him rather than Will's cock. The man went to sleep, and, having already been paid, Will quickly dressed and left him there. And he'd come straight back to his own room. Worried and mad, but mostly scared. Was he finished? Would he ever be able to perform again. This was his "career"; he was a hotel stud for pay. A good-looking hunk hanging around the pool, waiting for an old rich lady or a middle-aged businessman wanting to be taken for a ride and willing to pay big bucks for the fuck. If the hotel got any inkling he was having trouble stepping up to the plate, they'd toss him out on his ear. They didn't keep around any duds to fail to service their rich patrons on demand. Three more swigs from his beer bottle and Will was able to actually focus on the magnificent vista of the Hilton Cebu seascape laid out before him. Oh, my god, what was that? Surely not. Will reached for his binoculars and trained it on a gleaming white, sleek cigarette boat yacht anchored off the beach. What were they doing? God, they were fucking. An older, but very trim guy—much more appealing that any of the marks he'd been stuck with this week—was lying against the sharply raked windscreen of the yacht, and a younger hunk—hunkier than Will himself, he had to admit—was hunched between the older man's spread thighs, pounding away in his ass. Both naked, fucking, right there, not far off shore, for all on the beach and in the hotel towers to see. Will couldn't take his eyes off them. He felt the binoculars waiver, and he had to fight to maintain focus on the vigorous fuck the young hunk was giving the older man. The binoculars were heavy in his hand, which was trembling. He'd return the other hand to the binoculars to hold them steadier, but his other hand was busy. Without realizing it, he'd unzipped himself, let his trousers fall to the floor, and he was pulling on his cock. And his cock was big and hard. His breath was getting ragged, and he masturbated vigorously. Gloriously alive again. Maybe all he needed to do was imagine arousing bodies fucking when he was with a mark. Maybe that would keep him in business for a while. It wasn't because he couldn't get it up—because, by god, it certainly was up now! And it wanted lots of attention. * * * * Edward Frampton got up from the bed, finding himself unable to sleep in the afternoon despite his exhaustion, and deciding he didn't really need anything more on than his sleeping shorts in the middle of a hot Philippines day, went out onto the balcony of his thirteenth-floor Hilton Cebu hotel tower room. He collapsed more than sat onto the patio chair. God he was tired. But then he smiled, in remembrance of why he was tired, why he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. He'd never done anything like this before. He had heard that it was this easy in the Philippines and in some of the other resort hotels throughout Southeast Asia. But he was shocked at himself—and amused and, yes, proud of his audacity and boldness—to have tried it here. And it worked a charm. The roomboy who had brought his luggage up to the room was slight and brown as a berry and achingly beautiful in an androgynous way. Clearly male, but as beautiful and lithe and graceful in his movements as a courtesan. In the elevator, they had chatted a bit, and Edward had been surprised to find that the roomboy was in his early twenties. He looked no older than a teenager. It was a trait of the Filipinos, Edward had noticed during his various business trips here from Hong Kong. Perpetual youth. He wished he could latch into that. He was feeling his thirty-six years. Nearly forty and nothing exciting had happened to him yet. He'd fucked around in gay bars in his twenties, but when he'd been sent out to Hong Kong, he'd become respectable—and closely watched. He couldn't get away with much of anything in Hong Kong. And, although he'd traveled to the Philippines twice before, and each time had become aroused by the small, well-formed berry-brown young men of the country, he had been too timid to act on his impulses. Until this, the third trip. He'd been told that all you had to do in a hotel like this was to ask. So, when they'd gotten to the room and the roomboy had asked if there was anything else he could do for Mr. Frampton, Mr. Frampton told him what he could do for him and held out two 1,000 peso banknotes. The roomboy's eyes had bugged out and he'd smiled broadly. The roomboy had proved to be very willing, very able, flexible, resilient, and inventive. He also, once naked, proved to be very desirable. The years of an adult, the body of a lithe but well-muscled, perfectly formed youth. And a well-worked hole that not only opened immediately to Edward's thickness but also was trained to make undulating love to Edward's throbbing cock. Edward fucked him under the cascading water in the shower, the roomboy's feet leveraging off the frame of the shower door while his shoulder blades were sliding up and down on the wet tiled walls opposite, propelled by the strength of Edward's driving cock. Edward recharged quickly while the roomboy toweled him off and then fucked the roomboy from behind as he was bent on his belly over the back of the room's upholstered tub chair. Exhausted then, Edward bedded the roomboy, who, still resilient, massaged Edward's screaming muscles, including eventually, the reawakened muscle between his legs. In the darkness of the early night, Edward drifted off, but the roomboy awakened him again within a couple of hours. Edward was stretched on his back and the roomboy was riding his loins hard, drawing yet another ejaculation out of him. Yet another fucking only a couple of hours after Edward had drifted off nearly paralyzed him. He was groaning hard and the roomboy could get no more than a dribble of semen out of him. Mercifully that marked the end, and when he woke next—to the light—and to entirely too little sleep and too much vigorous exercise, he opened his eyes to the thought that maybe 2,000 pesos was entirely too much to have offered. It was afternoon before he could struggle out of bed. But he hadn't slept. Besides being exhausted, he was incredibly satisfied and pleased with himself. He would have to make more business trips to the Philippines. When he felt a bit recovered, he picked up the binoculars from the table beside him and started to check out the sights around the busy hotel complex. He decided to take a sweep of the hotel tower next to his for beginners, moving up from the base. When his view reached the tenth floor of the other tower, he let out a gasp and a "Holy shit!" and had to lift a second hand to the binoculars to steady his trembling hand. The man, a Caucasian, like him, was stunningly handsome. Edward instantly recognized him as a beefy, suntanned hunk he'd seen at the pool as he was taking a walk around of the facilities before checking in. The man had been a large dose of eye candy, and Edward had remembered thinking "trophy stud" when a beet-red European with a distinct pouch and puffy face had spoken to the young man and they'd walked off toward the hotel together. Now he was standing at the rail of the balcony of his tenth-floor room in the other tower, shirtless and his trousers down around his ankles. He was holding binoculars in one hand, trained out to sea, and he was stroking the loveliest, hardest cock Edward had ever seen. Edward couldn't take his eyes off him, and he felt his own cock begin to renew its interest in spite of the Herculean workout it had gotten the previous night. Edward was so engrossed in watching the young man masturbate at the balcony rail that he didn't hear the door to his hotel room click open and the roomboy reappear to make up the room. Suddenly, a hand was taking the binoculars out of Edward's hands. The roomboy was pulling his sleeping shorts off him, and he has holding Edward's erect cock in his fist as he moved his thighs around Edward's, positioned his hole on Edward's rosy-red bulb, and started to descend into his lap. Edward threw his head back, took a pert hard brown cock in both hands, driving it like a stick shift on a sports convertible, his eyes closed but still seeing that hunk on the other balcony slowly jacking his gigantic meat off, and he sighed in appreciation of how far 2,000 pesos would stretch. * * * * Stanley had already come, in three jerks and heavy spoutings, as he was spread out on the window screen of his Bayliner 2855, the palm of his hands on Lance's tight butt cheeks, enjoying how they contracted with each thrusting of his young lover's rock hard cock up into him. How could he have ever doubted his Lance? It was the liquor. He'd swear off liquor for good if it kept Lance with him, in his bed, churning his cock inside him. After ejaculating, Stanley lay back against the windscreen, letting Lance pound away inside him, knowing it would be several more minutes before he came. Stanley loved this, but having reached his own climax, reason flooded in to struggle with emotion, and he started to worry again at the spectacle they were making of themselves. Binoculars were within reach, so he retrieved them and put them to his eyes and started scanning the beach and the Hilton Cebu twin towers, checking on who might be watching. Lance wouldn't notice. When he was deep in a fuck like this, he became a wild, focused man, all of his attention locked on the working of his cock inside Stanley. Stanley knew this was only further evidence that he was still desirable to Lance. Lance couldn't have even gotten it up, let alone become lost in the fuck, if he didn't still want Stanley. Stanley knew he'd been such a fool to raise doubts. As he scanned the towers, Stanley's attention focused on the thirteenth floor of one of the towers. Two men fucking. A very well presented young man, maybe early thirties, slumped in a chair, his head thrown back, a look of ecstasy painted all over it. And a small, lithe brown-bodied man crouched over his pelvis and fucking himself on a thick, long cock in long, plunging rhythm. Stanley began to melt and to quicken all at the same time. His cock gave a lurch and came alive. He reached a hand for it, but Lance slapped the hand away and took charge of the cock himself, stroking it in fast rhythm with his vigorous fucking. A triangulated cry of simultaneous release shot out over the Hilton Cebu complex, sending a flock of disturbed sea gulls screaming and fluttering up into the air. Five long sighs of satisfaction followed, drifting down in the lapping of the surf onto the resort beach. Triangulation When it was over, after years and years, I saw that she was crouching below me on the bed, one hand resting on me, on my throbbing cunt, and the other grasping her own, staring at me with those expressive brown eyes, a look of wonder and fierce tenderness on her face. You are amazing, she said so soft and out of breath I knew she'd been coming too, and I smiled weakly – only because of you, I said, and sat up. Come here. The first time I'd ever told Sue what to do and she obeyed, drawing herself up to my embrace. We held each other in silence, enjoying the softness and the silence and out thoughts. For some odd reason, mine turned to John Henderson ...