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By: rrickgauer



Laurie's father had a sudden and massive heart attack. It was a miracle he survived the doctors had told them. If he hadn't been at home when it happened, scaring the living hell out of her mother, he probably wouldn't have made it. 

He had been standing in the kitchen talking to Laurie's mother went he went pale as a ghost.

"Are you alright?" his wife asked.

Except he couldn't answer. His left arm was numb as cold steel and his chest felt like it was going to fucking explode. He could have sworn somebody had just hit him in the chest with a sledge hammer. He looked at his wife and in that moment of near death he thought for sure he was looking at her for the last time. That was all he remembered until he awoke in the ICU.

"What happened?" he asked when he finally awoke, shit sticking out of everywhere on his body, enough machines monitoring his every tick and tock to run a small country.

"You had a heart attack," the nurse told him who standing over him with a needle the size of porcupine quill.

"When?" he asked.

"About three hours ago," she said. "You're lucky to be alive.

Laurie was only twenty-five and when she had got the call from her mother she nearly collapsed from the impact.

"He's at Mercy General right now," her mother said. "Please come down right away, Laurie."

That scared her more than the news. It was the way her mother had that pleading tone in her voice that scared Laurie. She recognized the fear in her mother's voice that death had knocked at their door and from the sounds of it he was still lurking outside the house trying to find a way in.

"I'll be right there," Laurie said hanging up and calling Johnny.

Johnny, her boyfriend for a about a year now, had agreed to go to the hospital with Laurie. She had sounded so frantic on the phone and on the way into the hospital Johnny gathered she was not prepared to lose her father at such a young age. He was only 52. It was obvious she hadn't given it any thought at all.

Laurie was an extremely sexy looking young woman. She had her light blond hair done so it was a copper color underneath and the lighter blonde through the top. It looked, Johnny thought, like it blended in. Johnny was the perfect compliment with dark, handsome good looks. 

Their sex life, since they had met, was pretty good he had to admit, but something seemed to be missing on the whole. Laurie had always seemed a little hesitant about trying new things or just plain letting go. 

Two days after her father's massive heart attack he underwent triple bypass surgery and had come out of it splendidly. Something, Johnny noticed, had changed in Laurie's voice when she had called him to ask if he wanted to drive into the hospital to see him again.

"How's he doing?" Johnny asked.

"Great," Laurie answered. "I'm so happy."

It had been a shock nearly losing her father. She realized it was not something she had prepared for and made her realize her parents would not be around forever. No one would be. It changed, as Johnny was soon to find out, her way of thinking. 

Laurie pulled into his driveway and Johnny was sitting on the porch waiting her arrival. He grabbed a book and got into the car.

"Good morning," he said and she noticed he was looking at her; looking her over.

"Morning," she said. "What?"

"You have on your capris," Johnny said smiling.

He had bought them for her from Abercrombie and Fitch and this was the first time he had seen her in them.

"They look really nice," he said.

"You think so?" she asked. "My butt doesn't look too big in them?"

"I can't tell from here," he said. And he couldn't, she was sitting down. "But I'll let you know the first chance I get."

"How is your dad doing?" he asked.

"I talked to my mother this morning and he was awake and in good spirits," she said.

"That's good to hear," he said.

"I can relax now," she said and smiled at him.

They arrived at the hospital, parked and got out of the car. Immediately Johnny looked at her ass when she got out of the car. The white capri's thin material revealed a hint of her flesh colored ass. She had worn thong panties and the hint of flesh color sent a surge of heat through his cock. It immediately began to grow.

"Your ass looks perfect," he said. 

"You're just saying that," she responded.

He glanced around, realized they were alone and unzipped his fly and pulled out his near erect cock.

"This doesn't lie," he said showing her his barometer of flesh.

She glanced around and much to Johnny's surprise took him in her mouth. He moaned loudly as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. And then just as quickly she quit.

"We have to go," she said smiling wickedly.

With much difficulty he shoved his penis back into his pants and limped away.

Her father was pink with health and talking a mile a minute when they arrived in the room. Immediately Johnny could see a weight had been removed from Laurie's shoulders as she went to her father and hugged him.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Considering my chest was split wide open just yesterday I feel great," her father said.

"Oh, daddy," she said. "That's too much detail.

The visit went great. They stayed about an hour, laughed, talked and when the nurse came back in they decided to leave.

"Bye, daddy," she said giving him a hug and kiss.

"Bye, honey," her father said.

"Good bye, sir," Johnny said shaking her father's hand.

"You take good care of my little girl," her father said to him.

"I will, sir," Johnny said and they left.

On the walk back to the parking lot she thanked him for coming along.

"You really think my ass looks good in these?" she asked turning her ass towards him.

Again that surge of sexual desire fired through him and shot straight to his cock. The blood, uncontrollably, running into the flaccid penis and turning it rock hard. 

"It looks better than good," he said.

"I can tell you're not lying," she said staring at the bulge in his pants.

They got into the car, paid the parking fee and drove away.

"How about a trip around the peninsula?" she asked.

"Sure," he said.

It was a bright sunny day. A perfect day for a trip around the finger of land that jetted out into Lake Erie. It was laced with beaches along each side and a popular area for runners and cyclists who rode or ran the path that led all the way around the ten mile stretch.

As they entered the peninsula she reached over and grabbed his hand. They wound down their windows and the fresh lake air swept in around them.

"I have to use the restroom," she said as she pulled into one of the rest areas.

"So do I," he said. "That coffee went right through me.

They pulled into the parking lot. She got out of the car and Johnny just watched her for a moment before he got out.

"I'll meet you when you get out," she said.

"Gotcha," he said waving.

When Johnny came out of the restroom he saw her standing up near a small port where boats could dock. It was next to a small lighthouse and she was the only one standing there.

"Hey," he said walking up behind her and reaching his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck. "What cha doing?"

"Just thinking," she said.

"About your dad?" he asked.

"No."

"What then?" he asked.

She turned to him, slid her hand down to his cock and sensually rubbed it up and down.

"I was thinking I'd like to suck your cock again," she said.

"Right here?" he asked surprised. 

"No one is else here," she said looking around.

With that she unzipped his fly again, reached her hand into his pants and removed his cock. It was glistening and hard.

"My," she said rubbing the pre-come over the soft head. "Somebody's excited."

She leaned over and took him into her mouth. She slipped her hand under his balls and caressed them. She moaned and he came quickly.

"I think that was a record," she said coming up and wiping a small spot of come from her lips.

He put his cock back into his pants as she tossed him the keys to the car and said, "Your turn to drive."

She got into the car and he followed. They pulled out of the small parking lot and no sooner had they merged into some traffic when she kicked off her flip flops and slid her capris and panties off. He glanced over and she had spread her legs apart. Her left leg was bent at the knee and over the console near the gear shift. Her right foot was propped up near the passenger window and her pussy was fully exposed. She ran her hands over her pussy and slid a finger inside. She looked over at him, took her finger out of her silky pussy and offered it to his mouth. He sucked in her finger and tasted the tangy liquid.

"I want you to go down on me," she said.

"Right now?" he asked.

"Just pull over to the side of the road," she said. "I can't wait. I'm slippery wet."

Trying as best he could to avoid an accident he pulled over, luckily, without incident. She had started moaning in some kind of primitive chant and had pulled her pussy lips open with her hands as he jammed the gear shift into park. With the gear shift crammed painfully into his belly Johnny leaned over and started to slowly lick the slippery slit. Laurie spread her legs further and moved one of her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her pussy. He slid his tongue back and forth over her clit in a slow grinding motion. She was moving her hips up off the car seat trying to increase the friction as her moans became louder and louder. 

"Don't stop," she hissed. "I'm going to come."

He, somehow, got his right arm free and slid a finger inside her pussy as she cried out in an orgasm. She shook for a few seconds longer and then relaxed back into the seat.

"That felt really good," she whispered.

Johnny sat back in his seat with an imprint of the gear shift imbedded into his belly, which he quickly forgot about when he looked at her, legs apart, with a look of sexual satisfaction spread across her face.

"That was pretty hot," he admitted.

"Looks like it," she said looking at the hard-on he was, again, sporting.

"Let's drive to the monument," she said slipping on her panties, pants and flip-flops.

He put the car into drive, checked the rearview mirror and merged back into the slow moving traffic.

The monument sat out near an inlet from the bay. It was a tribute to Admiral Batch for his winning a strategic battle over the British way back in 1870. It was a tall, phallic symbol that soared fifty feet into the air.

"Looks familiar," she said as they strolled hand in hand towards the monument.

"That's funny," he said. "Ever notice the center of the monument sits inside a circle."

"Yeah," she said squeezing his hand. "It's making me horny again."

She looked to her right near the shore and spotted an area with some trees and brush.

"Take me over there and fuck me," she said. "I want you to come all over my pussy and then I'll rub in with my hand."

He stumbled along the walkway like he was going to faint.

"Okay," he said weakly.

They walked over to the trees where she turned and kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

"I can taste my come," she said to him seductively. "It tastes good mixed with yours."

"Yeah," was all he could muster.

She slid down the front of him and unbuckled his pants pulling out his cock and inserting into her mouth. 

"Your cock tastes so good today," she said. 

She pulled his pants all the way down but kept her mouthed wrapped around his cock. He removed his shoes and stepped out of the pants. She reached around with both hands and caressed his ass as she forced his cock deeper into her mouth. He placed his hands into her hair and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion. 

Johnny, still sliding his cock in and out of Laurie's silky mouth, looked out over the bay and spotted a boat in the far distance, two people, a man and a woman were on the bow looking his way. The man pointed and Johnny saw the woman lift a pair of binoculars his way. Instead of trying to hide he felt incredibly turned on.

"Hold on," Johnny said stopping Laurie's head. She looked up at him. "Take your pants off and get on your hands and knees," he told her.

Laurie stripped off her capris and straddled the grassy patch beneath her. Johnny knelt down, and with one eye still on the boat in the bay, slid his cock into Laurie's still wet pussy.

Another couple joined the first on the boat and all four were now looking Johnny's way. They were taking turns with the binoculars. 

Johnny turned his attention back to Laurie, who now had her face near the grass and was grinding and moving her ass and hips into him, forcing his cock to slid in deeper. Johnny leaned over and pushed her top and bra up over her breasts and, cupping each one in his hands, began to knead and roll the nipples between his fingers. Laurie had kicked her capris aside and spread her legs further apart allowing Johnny to push his cock in even deeper. Laurie reached her hand between her legs and alternately rubbed his balls and her clit. Each time she moved her fingers over her clit she moaned and wiggled her hips back and forth over Johnny's cock. Johnny moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed her tight ass on each side and pumped her hips back and forth over his glistening cock.

Laurie moved forward and Johnny's cock slipped out. Laurie turned and lay on her back. She spread her legs and Johnny could see her pussy was hot pink with lust. Her lips were swollen and soaked with her own juices. Her eyes were dazed and wanton with lust. She reached up and grabbed Johnny's cock pulling him towards and into her. He slipped in easily and Laurie wrapped her legs around his back as her hands found their way to his ass. She proceeded to push and manipulate his ass and hips to guide his cock in and out of her pussy.

"I want you to come all over my pussy," she said in Johnny's ear.

Johnny glanced over at the boat and the four people looked awestruck that two people, one of whom knew they were looking, were fucking right out in the open...and enjoying themselves.

Laurie moved her hands between Johnny's lower ass and the sudden sensation of an orgasm struck him so quickly he had to jump back in order to pump his come all over Laurie's pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and, grabbing it with his right hand, squirted the hot liquid onto her clit and pubic hair. Laurie reached her hands down and began to rub the hot come into her clit, sticking fingers inside her pussy and then alternately licking her fingers and rubbing her clit. She stuck her fingers inside her pussy and then into Johnny's mouth as she neared another orgasm. He greedily sucked their come off her fingers and Laurie moaned in an orgasm.

Laurie looked up at him and Johnny glanced to his left. Laurie looked out over the bay and saw the people applauding the effort. She looked back at Johnny and smiled. 

"How long have they been there?" Laurie asked.

"From the beginning," Johnny said.

"Let's get out of here," Laurie said.

They got up and dressed.

"Where to now?" Johnny asked.

Laurie looked around, a kind of gleam in her eyes, and she took Johnny's hand in hers.

"Let's go sit on the beach and wait for the sun to set," she said.

Change



Breakfast at Lucy's Diner is how I start each day. In fact, I've been doing it for the last five years because it's the only one in town,unless you count Big R's at the west end of the highway. 

But that's really just an overpriced truck stop. 

The small, colorful, breakfast crowd here is mainly the veterans and miners. 

The veterans take up the yellowed counter, stained by years of their scattered coffee cups, wearing decorated hats with patches that say things like "The Chosin Few" and "War is Peace." 

The far back wall, décor 1960's, is for the town's miners, dressed in typical, worn flannel. 

Their group number varies in size according to what they call "Boom or Bust." While a handful of the men are regular, local boys, most follow the work here when it's to be had in the good times, when the bars and motels overflow with them. 

Lucy, the waitress, cashier and part time cook, runs the place. After her husband's untimely death, (he was rolled over by 200 tons of dump truck and crushed to death) a decade ago, she used the insurance money to purchase it. 

Lucy's old now; she takes care of the mornings and lunch, but hires someone else for dinner, though she used to do all of it. 

Her body's too tired now she always tells me. 

I can tell by the lack of color in her leathered cheeks and the way her hands shake when she pours the coffee that she's nearing her limit.

I moved here in an attempt to mend the broken relationship I'd shared with my partly estranged mother for nearly most of my adult life, and, to start a new one for myself as well in a small town atmosphere. 

Thankfully, my mother and I were able to see eye to eye before her passing shortly afterwards, but now five years, two student loans and an undergrad degree later, I'm still stuck here without my hoped for English position at the college. 

Boom or bust towns are fickle, and things sometimes don't pan out.

Eventually though, I got on with The Tattle, the local six-page paper writing interests columns, where my threadbare earnings allow enough for me to get by, but enough not to leave. Hell, I don't even own a car. 

Even if I did have one, it would sit, useless, in the parking lot of the motel where I live for $50 a week, complete with a tiny refrigerator and cable. 

Though my rent doesn't buy heat or cold, I make do with a fan in the summer and extra blankets in the winter, I've gotten used to it. 

At Lucy's, I sat in the same booth by the window, third one from the door, every morning. 

Someone had covered the small tear in the ancient red leather with plumber's tape in another decade. There was a small opening in the tape, near one end, where a section of spring poked through that I loved to run my finger over whenever Lucy was slower than usual to get to my table with the bill. 

The long-timers here say that they've never seen a dry spell like this one.

But sometimes things change.

The day that they did started out in the usual way.

Forty-five minutes had passed since I'd finished my eggs as I sat in my booth by the window, trapping tiny bits of hash brown in the congeal with my fork, wondering how long it would take Lucy this time.

Not that I was in a hurry.

It was Saturday and I didn't really have to go into the paper, but there were a few things left undone before the next edition. Besides that, I didn't have anything else to do. I rarely have any pressing tasks on Saturday so I sometimes go in after breakfast to kill time.

According to the clock above the register, it was nine-fifteen, but I ignored it because I knew better. The clock was an artifact that had been exactly eighteen minutes behind since the first day I walked in, and to the best of my knowledge at least, no one had ever bothered to reset it. 

It was one of those odd little things around here that people acknowledge, but don't really seem to care enough to do anything about. 

There are many things in this town like that and it's taken me awhile to come to accept that way of living. 

But I'm getting better at it.

After pushing my plate across the table, I dug into my back pocket for my torn leather wallet. I really should have gotten a new one before then, but I hadn't been able to force myself to part with this one yet. 

Of course there was still no sign of Lucy, and I now know that her habitual slowness saved her. But I didn't want to wait any longer. Counting out the bills for the amount that I knew by heart, I laid them on the on the table, plus one for Lucy, and grabbed my coat on the seat beside me.

That's about the time that everything went to hell.

Standing awkward between the seat and the edge of the table, with one arm into my coat and struggling with the other, I spotted a rather attractive young woman pass outside the window. 

From her appearance it was obvious that she was not from here, but somewhere bigger. 

She was wearing a dark cream overcoat, belted at the middle, and simple heels. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, revealing her bright, clean, youthful face. 

Turning to look at me she passed, she smiled pleasantly through the glass. I returned the smile, finally getting the best of my coat, before she disappeared behind me out of sight. 

To me, the lady represented just another happy traveler stopping for breakfast or maybe to purchase some of those rare but genuinely worthless trinkets that can only be found in hidden, small town tourists traps. 

I gave her no more thought as I waved to the veterans and turned towards the wall where the register sits.

Now, one thing that I have come to understand in my forty-three years is that luck plays a part in the courses of our lives whether for good or bad. 

Mine was both that day, because if I had not turned my back to the window, the exploding glass shards would have shred me. 

My jacket, being rather thick, protected me from that, but it did nothing to stop the buckshot from ripping through my flesh.

As I turned, I heard what must have sounded like a grenade detonating.Suddenly, it felt like someone body-tackled me from behind. 

In an instant, before I could grasp the situation, I was thrown from my feet, spun completely around in mid-air and spit into the register counter, splitting my head on it. 

At that point, things get fuzzy. 

I vaguely remember that there seemed to be four or five blurry balloons floating, detached, moving above me, their fuzzy outlines contrasted by the darkness surrounding them. 

Someone was saying my name from what seemed like a very great distance, almost as if they were somehow calling to me over a vast expanse of time. But it was hard to hear anything through the piercing, off-key ringing noise that filled my senses. 

I don't remember any definite pain at that time, but I felt very tired and I just wanted to sleep.

All total, I spent a week in the hospital after they removed the shot from my neck and back and stitched the gashes in my head. While the doctors had assured me that I would be okay--the shot had failed to penetrate any vital organs--they were adamant that I would face a long, slow convalescence of possibly several months or more. 

Naturally, the story stopped the press at The Tattle and it was out the next morning. 

My editor made sure to bring it by a couple of days later, allowing me ample opportunity to read the details of my incident before leaving the hospital. 

It seems that after walking past, several witnesses, including a young boy happening by on the other side of the street, who told the story to the police, had seen the young woman pass the diner, turn abruptly in her tracks and quickly retread her way back, stopping in front of the window. 

She then drew a shotgun from under her coat and fired several times, emptying the barrel into the diner, annihilating the window, dispatching me face first into the counter in a rain of glass and buckshot. 

Immediately following, she fled, dropping the weapon groundward, but was taken into custody relatively immediately. 

When later pressed by investigators as to why she had shot up the place, all she would say was that she hadn't liked the way I smiled at her. 

Luckily for me, the veterans were far enough away to be sheltered from the blast and those that were able, rushed to my aid and quelled the bleeding until the ambulance arrived, saving my life.

The damage to the diner itself was nominal, consisting mainly of the window and the leather seat where I sat. The table was peppered with buckshot, but still usable and it remains as a kind of a memento. 

Besides the window, the only other true casualty of the day was the clock above the register. Struck by a stray piece of shot, it crashed to the floor and has not been replaced. 

Lucy was able to get a new window installed and clean things up rather quickly and the diner reopened in just two days.

Months later, the story is still the topic of breakfast conversation at Lucy's. Each person who was there, and some who were not, has a part of it to tell.

Since that day, I've come to understand that change, while rare in this town, and seemingly, the only lasting changes are small--barely perceptible really, even when propelled by catastrophic events--does happen.

Though I still start each day at Lucy's, still order the same plate of eggs, Lucy still takes forever to bring me the bill, and I still wave at the veterans before leaving. Things are different. 

For example, there's a clean, clock shaped space on the wall. Also, I carry a new wallet and coat. 

And, I don't sit by the window anymore.

The End.



Change



My name is Stacey (for the purpose of this story) and I am 42. I had to write this story because I couldn't tell anyone about it, and it was driving me mad.

For starters, let me describe a bit of my life so you can be in context. I met Mark, my husband (Mark, for the purpose of this story), at college and we dated a few times. By that time I didn't saw him as the man of my life, my dream to marry and have children. But we were young, and we were stupid. I had plans, but they fell. As I was saying before, we were young and stupid, and so, we got pregnant, even before finishing college.

That was hard on us, but we learned to live with it. We dropped college and found jobs, grew a family and as a family. Mary (only for the purpose of this story) grew up and is now studying at University, and that was when it hit us harder.

Since Mary was born, we have only lived for this family. We worked in order to bring home food and to pay up mortgage, we spent our free time together sawing our child grow up and trying to give her the best in life.

But since she left, everything has changed. We fight more and more, we sit for hours watching TV without talking to each other. Our life has reached a standstill. We didn't know what to do.

I guess our fights were exactly as are the fights for the most couples. We yelled about money, vacations, sex and love. Many times Mark accused me of not want to have sex with him anymore, and I accused him of not paying attention to me, not love me anymore. Everything was true and everything didn't deal with the real problem. Two people that live only for each other and within themselves are bonded to come one day absolutely empty.

So, one of this fights got messy. Mark yelled at me one more time about me not giving him enough sex and I yelled at him that he might get more if he just be a little more romantic, shown a little more attention. But this time he went further, he said with one of the most serious voices that he would look for it elsewhere and he was going to left me. And he left.

It was a Sunday, and I went to bed waiting for him to return. I didn't cry, because I was not sure if I loved him by that time. But I didn't slept well either. I was thinking about my life, thinking that everything got to change.

Next day I called sick. I slept a bit in the morning and left for the train station. I got a ticket for another town and got on the train. The town was not important, what was important was that I needed to think and I wanted to do it in a park, what I couldn't do here because I had called sick and too many people know me.

This was a very nice park, one of my favorites, with a nice snack-bar where you can just sit there, enjoy the morning sun and read. I had brought a book, because I knew I would be there for a while, and because I like to read when I'm thinking what to do with my life.

I ordered a tea and just sit there reading. After about two hours this guy seats at my table just looking at me, saying nothing. I ask if he wanted something and he said he thought I was very pretty and would like to just sit there looking at me.

There were only a couple of tables with people, so there was plenty of space free for him to sit. I asked him to leave me alone, I wanted to be there all by my self, just reading. But he didn't left. He asked me if he could have a coffee with me. I told him he could have the coffee there if he promised he would leave after.

He promised, but he didn't leave. We stood there talking about nothing. It was feeling good all the attention, but I was just thinking that the guy was a jerk. I still do. But he kept staying and we kept talking. After about two hours, and he have not mentioned yet, I had decided that if he asked, I would have sex with him.

This is where it gets tricky. You might think that I was turned on by him, I wasn't. You might think that he said something that made me give away, but he didn't. You might think that I was feeling lonely and got into the arms of the first jerk to happened to be there, but it was like that. After he talked for a while, I wasn't even listening anymore. I was a jerk and I realized that quickly. But as he stood there talking, I stood there not listening and thinking. I realized what was wrong with my life. I realized what I wanted. I wanted change. Of course I didn't thought that this would be the guy I would be running with from my husband. He was not the guy for anything really. But he could easily be the guy to have sex with. He wasn't pretty, he wasn't attractive, he was a jerk. But would have to do. Sex would be the brake in my life I needed by then. After I did it, nothing would be the same again. So, I kept waiting for him to ask. And he asked.

Some more talking and he asked me if I wanted to go to a more quiet place. I told him this place was quiet enough. Since almost no one could be found there at that hour. But I understand what he wanted and I looked him deep into the eyes and told him that if he wanted to have sex, he could take me into a motel or to his house that he had convinced me. I think I scared the ship out of him, because the guy stood speechless looking at me, his mouth half open and his face red.

After he recomposed he proposed the bathroom. I didn't like it, but I asked why the bathroom. He said it was close and quick, and he couldn't wait for me to change my mind. That did the trick. I had decided that something had to happen, and if it had to be in a public bathroom, it would be in a public bathroom.

This little snack-bar was surrounded by bushes that created a cozy environment. At one side there was an opening that conduced to a small building in the back where the bathrooms were. 

In the way I asked him if he was thinking about the girls or boys bathroom. By his expression I saw that he didn't thought about it. But his answer showed some confidence, a thing that he had not shown yet. He said if the two here free, I could choose. But when we got there, only the girls room was free, so the girls room it is. I opened the door and the first thing I felt was the smell. There was a deep and strong smell of urine and there was some garbage at the floor. I could see the trashcan full and some used tampons beside it.

"I'm not laying on the floor" I said. He said he was not expecting that. He told me to sit on the toilet and show him what I could do with my beautiful mouth. I'm not a puritan and have gave head sometimes to my husband, but was caught by surprise. I didn't know him, I didn't know about his hygiene. But I did it. I sat and looked at the bulge he had. I was expecting he would unbutton himself, but it looked like he was expecting me to do all the job. I opened his trousers and pulled his cock trough the opening of his boxers. It was completely erect and at first impressions it was most like my husbands. The head was a little reddish instead of purple like my husbands. But all in all, it was equal. I put it in my mouth and started bobbing up and down, slowly. I'm not an expert, so I was not expecting anything at the moment. I was just enjoying the moment. I felt his and rest on my head and he started to move, slowly fucking my mouth. After a while he started going deep and I gagged. We apologized at the same time, he saying he had got carried away. I almost got happy for the gag, because I was afraid he would come in my mouth, thing I have never did.

He raised me and kissed me, and I asked if he had any condoms. Fortunately he had. It's easy now to say I wouldn't have done it if he hadn't a condom, but I can't be completely sure. I was a bit aroused, yes. But it wasn't that. I was seeing that opportunity as an unique one, and one that I didn't want to miss. Although I would demand a condom I don't know if he wouldn't be able to convince otherwise.

He kissed my neck and turned me around. I bent over and found support in the toilet and wall. He caressed my breasts and played a little with my nipples trough my bra. Then he pulled my panties down and I was able to take them off without letting them touch the floor. He raised my skirt and point his erect cock at my, now wet, pussy. The entrance was slow and I was able to adjust without any pain. And so, it began. He started moving in and out at a slow speed at first, and getting faster with each trust. I could feel he hadn't pull down his boxers. I could feel the material on my exposed ass.

Coming from nowhere we slapped my ass. I didn't say anything, but I remember thinking what a jerk he was. As I didn't react to the first one, he slapped me again, this time harder. I can't truthfully say I didn't like it a bit. But first things first, he should have asked if I wanted it, if I liked it. I would most certainly say no, but he shouldn't have done it without asking. I turned my head over my shoulder and said no, and he understood. I even said sorry, but he didn't stop moving, what was good.

His trust were becoming harder and faster and I was feeling more and more pleasure. I could feel he was about to come and I knew I was much further away from my orgasm, so I just enjoyed, knowing that it would be an incomplete job, but also a good one, so I wasn't complaining. He came with a grunt and a deep hard trust that made let out a small moan, but I think he didn't heard. Or at least he didn't react to it. Not that he could do anything now.

I dressed the best I could and saw him throw away the condom to the pile of garbage. He dressed up too, and we left the bathroom. After we passed the opening in the bushes, each followed a different way, knowing that there was nothing to say.

I went home. I had left my car parked at the station and I ridded strait home and into the garage. I normally don't use the garage, but my clothes and my hair were a mess and I didn't need someone to saw this way in the neighborhood. I took a shower and poured myself a glass of scotch and sat on the sofa trying to figure out what to do next.

I fell asleep and wake up only to the sound of Mark coming in already at afternoon. He was in tears, asking me to forgive him and swearing he had done nothing with other women.

He told me he went my job looking for me and was told I called in sick. After that he drove by the house several times looking for my car parked outside. Not seeing the car he was afraid I had left him for good. He told he didn't even remember to look for the car in the garage. He was so afraid to come to an empty home that he kept driving around, until he accepted the fact that I had left and decided to come home. When he found me he was so happy tears started pouring through his eyes and he promised he would never yell at me again and he pay me the attention I deserved.

Of course I didn't tell him about my small adventure in the park. Although I felt sorry for it, and I needed the change, I couldn't jeopardize my marriage over it. And I knew better, of course everything would be the same again, promises or no promises.



Change



Dark smoldering eyes. 

RING!! 

Steamy sensual kisses. 

RING!!

Desire burning caresses.

RING!!

This is the fourth time and it's always the same dream. Yet I wake up before I'm able to put a face to the mysterious stranger. And it's excruciatingly painful not to be able to look at the face who gets me heated up.

RING!!

What's that god awful noise- oh right my phone.

"Hello?"

"Get up, get dressed, and be sure to put something sexy on. I'm coming over in 15 minutes and you'd better be ready cause we're going out clubbing."

"Rachel are you crazy-" but of course she has already hung. 

Well nothing to do now but get changed. I quickly get up and rummage through my closet for something my best friend would consider sexy which if going by her standards would be as little clothing as possible, but then again we're not much alike. I guess when people say opposites attract they're right. While I'm responsible, reliable and cautious she is irresponsible, dubious and throws caution to the wind. So now I'm left with the uncertainty of what the night holds ahead. 

I finally find something in my mess of a closet that suits my tastes. I pull out a glamorous satin red mini dress that has a V going down the back with a plunging scoop in the front. It glides right onto my frame and pair it with some black ankle boots and a link bracelet. I add a pendant opera necklace that falls beneath my breastbone to help accentuate my cleavage with isn't much considering I'm just a b-cup. Next I apply my make up making sure to make my eyes look smoky and sexy. I leave my hair as it is because do to my sleep it seems as if I just got up after a quick fuck: ruffled and curly. Which in reality is very far from the truth.

Once I'm done I look in the mirror and I'm pleased with what I see. A 5foot 3 gorgeous women wearing a sultry crimson red dress that reveals her back just barely stopping about the top of her ass. Her long legs accentuated by the ankle boots as well as her breasts, which considering that the dress does not allow for a bra, are firm.

KNOCK KNOCK

That would be Rachel.

I rush down the stairs, open the door and gasp at what my friend is wearing. If I thought my dress was revealing compared to her I'm dressed as a nun. She is wearing a skin tight extra mini dress. Fishnet stockings with high platform heels. Her hair is teased up high. Dark eye shadow with bright red lipstick. I can see everything she has to offer-her nipples and her thong- and I can't believe she decided to wear something so revealing.

"You ready Charlotte?"

"Yeah, let me just grab my purse."

I grab my purse, we walk out to her car and we are on the road to our usual club.

"You do know you could have called me earlier to give me a heads up."

"If I did then you would've had the opportunity to back out. This way I made sure you were coming."

"Yeah, well, I guess your right."

"So how was your day."

"Uneventful except..."-I'm debating telling her about the dream, about how this stranger seems to fill me with emotions I've never felt before. But then again I don't want her to think I'm getting work up by a dream and subtleness has never been a forte for Rachel. In the end I tell her- whether it's just to get it off my chest or because I want her opinion on what the dream may mean I don't know-I recount all the details which considering that the dream doesn't last long are few.

Once I'm done I wait for her to give me some insight on my steamy dream. 

"Well looks like someone wants to get fucked."

"Rachel!"

Leave it to Rachel to be crass.

"Yeah well it must be your subconscious telling you that you need to have hot, sweaty sex. Rachel's opinion on my dream made me shudder. Her view could not in any way be true. 

"We're here, hopefully you find your 'dream' guy in there."

"Come on Rachel, we've been coming here every weekend and you always get the guys." And it's true. I wouldn't call myself drop dead gorgeous but I'm no monster either. Most of the guys in the club usually look right past me and lay their sights on Rachel. I mean when she wears clothing which pretty much reveals everything guys tend to stare.

We enter the club and my senses are kick in overdrive with loud music, the intermingled smells of smoke and sweat and too many people instantly assaulted my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. My eyes, now adjusting to the imminent darkness, make out bright spots of neon beer signs on the wall standing out, illuminating the faces of the crowd. We walk towards the bar and I mouth a gin and tonic to the bartender while Rachel ask for a tequila shot. While waiting for my drink I scan the room for potential dance partners knowing they're probably doing the same thing.

My eyes settled on a hunk of a guy. Tall, muscles in the right places, and shaggy brown hair. And at first I'm shocked because it seems as if he is also looking back at me, but then I assume he's just staring at Rachel and her not so hidden qualities. For a second I turn around to get the drink the bartender says is ready and by the time I look back to where the guy was he's gone. Well it's not like I had much of a shot. 

I quickly downed my drink and as soon as I was done with it a guy walks up to me and leads me to the dance floor. From then on I could barely get a breath in for all the dancing I was doing. I'm dancing with an inconsequential guy when all of a sudden I whisked away from him and I find myself in the arms of the hot guy I saw in the beginning. 

He doesn't speak he just stares at me with his hypnotic dark blue eyes and I choose to break the silence in fear that he may just be a figment of my imagination. I mean no guy this hot would dance with me. For the rest of the night he doesn't let me go and I find myself not caring. It's not until the patrons say it's closing time that he lets me go. I'm thinking this is it. This will be the only time I'll see him. Next time he'll set his eyes on someone else. I've just resigned myself and begun to turn around to leave when he pulls me back to him and before I know it he's kissing me.

Electric shocks run up my spine. My whole body tingles. The kiss starts innocent enough but soon gains heat and passion. His tongue begins to tease the edge of my mouth. I gasp that he would be so bold and it's the advantage he was waiting for and does not let pass up to thrust his tongue into my mouth. His hands begin to work their way up down my spine and that's when I break the kiss. I gasp for much needed air. I begin to think he's going to apologize for being so forward but all I see is his cocky smile and lustful eyes. I begin to wonder who he thinks he is when I realize that he a guy who's confident in what he wants and right now it's me so I turn to leave.

"Patrick."

"What?"

"My name. I could see you were wondering who I was."

"Yeah well I didn't ask now did I."

"No, but I thought you should know the name of the guy you'll be dreaming of."

"In your dreams."

"No baby in my fantasy. And it's going to star me and you."

"I don't do asses."

"Lucky for you I don't do anal either."

I blush and quickly turn around hoping he didn't notice. No such luck. He comes up to me, grabs my chin and makes me look him in the eye.

"Don't be shy. What's your name?" 

I promptly move away and respond-

"Your going to have to work for it."

I leave him and I head for Rachel who by the way she's leaning on that chair I can tell she's had one too many tequila shots. 

"Give me the keys I'm driving."

She hands them over without a fight and I straggle to hold on to her and half carry her out to the car. Once I get her buckled in we're off back home. I see a red light up ahead and just when I'm about to start breaking I hear the engine turning off. I begin to wonder what may be wrong with it when I see the gas light blinking.

"UGHHH"- this could not be happening.

"Rachel tell me you didn't forget to fill up the tank." I look over at her but by now she's already asleep. 

I try to pinpoint where we are and the options I have which are limited since the nearest gas station is farther back than it would take to get to our homes. It's then that I see a car approaching that I think we may just be saved. I see a guy coming out of the car and over to the drivers window. I lower the windshield and am quick to give him thanks.

"Thank you soo much you have no idea how thankful I am to see-"

"Well your welcome. Why wouldn't I help the women who kissed me with such enthusiasm."

It's then that I realized that it's the guy from the club. The one who makes me shiver. The one who makes my heart beat speed up. The one whose eyes say he'd like to do more than just 'help' me with the car.



Change For The Better



CHAPTER ONE: 

Janice and I have been married for nearly four years now, we were together for two years before that. I must admit, I did have my doubts about the relationship when we first got together. I for one had a high sex drive and a highly sexual imagination to go with it; I always wanted to try different things, always fantasizing. As for Janice, well! She was very reserved, reluctant to take the bull by the horns when it came to suggesting or initiating new ways to enhance our sex life, at most Janice was more than satisfied to lay back and take it as it comes, no pun intended!

What attracted me to Janice then, you may be asking? Well! Let's just say if you can see Janice in person you would understand.

Just picture a tall Anglo-Indian woman, with beautiful olive skin, big piercing brown eyes, the long black hair cascading down her back ending just above her rounded peach like buttocks. At 31 her body was in excellent shape and she had the curves in all the right places. Me! Well for starters my name is Gavin, I'm a little shorter that Janice, 5' 4 to be precise. I've been shaving my head now for about 5 years; I'm of European decent and arrived in Australia when I was 5. I don't work out as much as I should but I'm still well toned for my age "34" 

Like I said earlier, Janice was always reserved when it came to sex. But in the last few months things have began to change dramatically, no complaints here though! The first shock came about six months ago; Janice came home from work from an accounting firm all smiles and suggested that was go out for dinner rather than sit at home on a Friday night eating take away as usual. Although I was a little tired from my own job I readily agreed, as we hadn't been out for dinner in a long time. Half an hour later I was showered and ready for our night out, Janice on the other hand was still putting the finishing touches to her makeup and was yet to choose a dress for the evening. To my surprise it was worth the wait, Janice strutted into the lounge room dressed in a new summer outfit she had purchased without my knowledge. My mouth gapped open as I ogled her standing there in a body hugging black dress that stopped just above her knees. The top half left nothing to the imagination, her dark erect nipples poking through the thin material made it very obvious that there were no bra holding up those ample breasts. I could feel my cock begin to stir as I leered at the brown circles peering through the flimsy material. 

"What's gotten into you?"

"Are you complaining, would you like me to go and change into something else?" She sarcastically replied, as she stood in the doorway in a seductive pose. 

"Umm! No! No! You look great; I'm just a little shocked that's all. It's just that you never dress like this when we go out". 

"There's a first time for everything, and this is just the beginning". She responded before grabbing her handbag and made her way to the front door. I could only sit and ponder what she had meant by that last remark for a few seconds before following her out the door. 

We chose a quite French restaurant in town, the food was nice, the wine even better. It wasn't easy sitting there constantly gazing at her erect nipples though, the sly smirk on her face told me she knew exactly the effect it was having on me. I'm sure the waiter approved also, the service we received that night was nothing more that perfection, I lost count the amount of times he came over to ensure we were enjoying our meal. If he had stopped constantly interrupting us we would have enjoyed it much more. 

After the lovely dinner and almost two bottles of wine between us, it was time to head home and put my stiff manhood to good use, so I thought. Janice on the other hand had other ideas; She wanted to go late night window-shopping. Little did I know that the second shock of the day would be just around the corner. We walked hand in hand down the City Street gazing into the shop windows at the merchandises that we would never buy. We turned into a small lane-way lined with little shops, mostly old second hand clothe stores and few dingy little cafes with people sitting out on small rounded tables sipping coffee. Just at the end of the lane-way was a well-lit shop, as we got closer we realized it was an adult bookstore. Knowing that Janice would never be interested in anything inside a store like this I just kept on walking without a thought.

I felt a sudden tug on my arm. To my utter amazement Janice stopped abruptly to gaze at the mannequins in the store window, some dressed in sexy lingerie some in latex outfits or provocative dress wear. 

"See anything you like babe?" I asked waiting for a smart remark.

"No! Not really, let's go inside and see what else they have" She replied as she swung open the door and pulled me by the arm into the store, the sound of the door chime alerting the shop keeper of another interested or more to the point another curious customer. This is getting to weird I thought as flashes of the Twilight Zone kept popping into my head. This was not the Janice that I married, definitely not the Janice that I know and love dearly. 

At the counter was a balding middle-aged man, maybe mid 50's early 60's. He had an olive complexion that looked more like a fake tan gone wrong, the moustache and loud shirt with the first three buttons undone made him resemble an aging out of work porn star. His eyes followed our every move as we made our way towards the magazine racks. 

"So! This is what the inside of an adult bookshop looks like? I always pictured that it would be filled with old men in long overcoats hiding in dark corners flicking through the dirty mag's" Janice remarked. 

We were the only customers in the store; I'm not sure how she would have reacted if there had been other customers in here. Janice seamed very at ease with her surroundings, especially for someone that has never ventured into a store such as this before, or had she!

"That is just a typical stereo typical presumption, that's only portrayed in the movies. You never see old men in overcoats in adult stores, unless it's a business man coming straight from work" I said, adding my thoughts to her little sarcastic outburst. 

"And how would you know?" She snapped back as she stood in the isle with hands on hips. 

"You visit these places often do you?" 

"Umm! Umm! Nooo! Well ok! Maybe a few times, but I don't make a habit of it" I stuttered. At that moment I was praying a gaping black hole would appear and swallow me up, no luck though. 

"I just come in to browse; I've never bought anything though. Oh! Except for that string bikini I gave you about a year ago that you never wore". 

"Oh! The one you said was purchased from a lingerie store you JUST happened to be passing and thought of me?" 

Before I could reply Janice spun around and headed to the adult toy section at the rear of the shop. I glanced behind me to see the over aged porn star gazing at me with smug grin as if to say "You idiot! You've just been caught out buster". I smiled back and gingerly made my way towards Janice.

"It's ok honey! I don't mind you going to adult stores, as long as you don't wear long over coats and stand in dark corners. I wish you had told me earlier though, I can't believe the stuff they have in here" She said as she held up a large black cock to examine the packaging. 

"Ok! Come clean Janice. What's going on? You have never shown any interest in this kind of stuff," I snapped back as I gently spun her around by the shoulders. 

She placed the packaged black cock back on the rack and looked into my eyes. 

"Yes your right. I wasn't and I know you have always wanted me to be more adventurous when it came to sex, but it's only recently that I've realised what I have been missing out on".

"And what has suddenly changed your mind?" I asked.

"I know this isn't the right time nor the right place to tell you" she replied looking over my shoulders to see if anyone was looking or listening. The man at the counter was to busy with a magazine to take any notice of us. Janice took me by the hand and led me to a partially secluded area of the store. She quickly peeked over the magazine rack before continuing with her explanation. 

"Well! I have this friend at work, she only started about six months ago but we have become close and we confide in each other on a lot of things. Her name is Dianne". 

"Yes go on" 

"Dianne is very, how do you say... Um! Very open about her and her husbands sex life. She tells me about the things they get up to in bed, mostly out of the bed actually. At first I used to feel awkward when she used to joke or tell me little bits here and there, but then I found that I wanted to hear more and more. I became very intrigued about the things they do together, and how fun and enjoyable their sex life was. And it made me think more and more about us, about our sex life". 

At this point I was feeling a little confused and excited at the same time. "What do they get up to that you found so exciting, what do they do that we don't?"

"I tell you what honey, lets wait till we get home and I'll tell you every thing, but for now lets just enjoy this moment together. I promise you, you will not be disappointed".

I looked into her eyes for a moment before leaning over and kissing her sweet lips, Janice wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer pushing her tongue between my lips into my mouth. She let out a soft moan as she began to grind her hips into my hardening cock. Just as we were getting into it Janice broke free and took a step back, she seductively licked her lips and winked at me before taking another peek over the magazine rack.

Taking the hem of her dress she slowly lifted it over her hips. "So! What do you think about what I've got on under my dress?" 

My eyes almost popped out of my head and my heart skipped a beat as I stared down at her naked pussy, Janice had worn her skimpy dress without a bra and panties. Seeing her without a bra was a shock to the system but this... This was definitely the biggest shock of all. What made it more exotic was the neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair just above her clit. The pouting lips of her pussy was cleanly shaved and glistening from her juices, a contrast from the overgrown bush that usually surrounded her hidden cunt lips. The door chime broke my trance. Janice dropped the hem of her dress and virtually ran to my side for protection. 

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and drew her close whispering in her ear. "Your incredible, that was such a turn on" 

"I thought you would approve."

I slid my hand down to her rounded ass and ushered her to the opposite rack from where the new customer was now standing. He glanced at us with an awkward look and turned to the rack behind him. Both Janice and I let out a stifled laugh. 

"I'm so wet and hot, I can't remember ever being so horny" Janice remarked in a sultry voice. 

I felt her hand on my cock, her fingers tracing the outline of my bulge. "I can tell it's exciting for you also"

Janice pulled away as I reached for her cunt to test her own excitement. "No! No! Not now, you can have all you want later." 

I adjusted the erection in my pants and stood beside Janice who was admiring the lingerie rack, she picked out a one-piece black fishnet teddy and held it up to the light. The crutch area was only a thin piece of material with a thin strip leading to the back. 

"That would look great on you babe"

"You think so? I might just have to buy it then." 

We made our way to the toy section checking out various dildos and vibrators. Big ones, small ones, long and short ones. You had a choice of colors, black, pink, blue, gold... Ribbed, clear ones with colored marbles inside. A person could spend an entire day in here and still wouldn't be able to choose. The one that got Janice's attention was a 9" life like black cock. The package says that it's just like the real thing. 

"Mmmm! This looks good, I think I'll take this one." 

"A large dildo! What do you need one of those for?" 

"For fun! Don't worry, it's not to replace the real thing, if that's what your concerned about"

"Well! You did have me thinking for a second there, I thought I was becoming obsolete."

For a moment there I thought it was a joke, I didn't think for one minute that my prudish wife would ever purchase a dildo. For the umpteenth time tonight she surprises me once again. My eyes follow her swaying hips as she walks to the counter and places the items down in front of the shopkeeper. With a smile he gathers the items, registers the amount on the till and places them in a, yes you guessed it, a brown paper bag. I notice his eyes have not left her breasts as he takes the credit card and swipes it through the register. 

As we made our way out the door I spotted the security monitor on the bench behind the shop assistant. The view on the screen was the same spot were Janice and I had been standing earlier, the spot were Janice had seductively raised the hem of her dress to reveal her newly shaven cunt. Had he been watching the whole time? Should I tell Janice? Nah! What she doesn't know weren't hurt her I thought as I followed her out into the street. 

We made it back to the car without being ogled as we left the store. Isn't it funny how paranoid you get when you step out of an adult store, you think all eyes are staring at you, pointing fingers. And you begin to hear little voices saying, "What a pervert, I wonder what his got in that brown paper bag?" As soon as you get into the comfort zone of your car you feel relieved. Until you drive away then you begin to worry about cops pulling you for a random check and they see the brown bag and request that you open it. Yeah! Life is funny that way isn't it?

Anyway, we made it back to the car and drove home without any dramas, except me trying to drive while Janice constantly rubbed the pole that was ready to tear through the fabric of my pants. So many times I just wanted to pull over and take her by the side of the road. But she would not relent,

"Wait till we get home" She would say, "I want it to be long and slow, not a quickie to go." 

"I want you to fuck my cunt all night long"

Fuck! Cunt! Did she say Fuck and Cunt! I've never heard Janice utter those words all these years that I've known her. If I don't get this woman home soon I'm going to blow my load. With a bit of luck we should make it home in one piece before all the blood ruches from my head to my aching cock. 

CHAPTER TWO: 

Just over half an hour later I'm standing in the kitchen watching Janice prancing down the corridor heading for the bedroom as I pour myself a stiff drink. A double scotch on ice should give me the energy I need for what I'm presuming will be one long night of sex, sex and hopefully more sex. 

"Honey! Would you come here a minute please"? I hear Janice yell out from the bedroom.

I gulp down the last of my scotch, adjusted the bulge in my pants before heading for the bedroom. I thought I was going to blow my load as I stood in the doorway admiring the sight before me. There sprawled out on the bed was Janice dressed in her newly acquired fishnet lingerie. My eyes followed the shiny black stiletto on her right foot along the contours of her legs until I spotted the smoothed shaved pussy lips parted by the thin material of her bodysuit. The thin strap was evidently coated with her juices that oozed from her pussy. 

I was stopped in mid trek as I walked through the doorway. "Don't come any closer, not just yet," she instructed. All I could do was stand there like a stunned mullet as she spread her legs even wider pulling the strap deeper into her gaping cunt. 

"Undress for me," she instructed again. "And do it slow". 

Like an obedient slave I slowly began to unbutton my shirt, as the last button came undone I let the shirt fall on the floor in the doorway. My eyes grew wider as I watched Janice insert a finger in her wet pussy, a teasing grin formed on her face as she looked into my eyes knowing that she was in full control of this game play. Without a word spoken her eyes darted to the front of my pants, she nodded once and gave me another sly grin. Again I willingly followed her silent instructions and began to undo my belt, my heart pounding as I did so.

My shaky fingers gripped the zipper and pulled slowly downwards, I almost laughed as I heard the stripper's anthem begin to play in my head. If only I had the rippling muscles and the long hair to go with it, not forgetting the screaming females throwing me money and begging me to take it off. At least after this gig I get to fuck the one and only onlooker, who at this moment had slid two fingers into her pussy.

With my pants now around my ankles I bent down to undo my shoelaces, my eyes never straying away from the two fingers darting in and out of my wife's pussy. I slid my shoes then my socks off my feet. The pants came off next and in the spur of the moment I twirled it over my head and flung it to the corner of the room. I was now left standing with nothing but my boxers and a prominent hard on. That did not last long either. In a few seconds my boxers were also flung to the opposite end of the room. My cock was fully erect and hard to the point that it hurt, I had to cum soon or I'm sure my cock would explode.

"Now come to me," my master beckoned. I walked towards the foot of the bed and waited for my next instructions. "Without touching me with your hands I want you to lick my pussy," 

Obediently I crawled onto the bed and towards her waiting pussy, with my face only inches away from her sex the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with her womanly aroma engulfed my nostrils tingling my inner senses. Janice's long slender fingers now coated with her own juices slowly spreads her puffy labia exposing her damp love tunnel. I eyed my target, the engorged clit sitting pretty waiting to be licked and sucked. Bending down I stuck out my tongue and slid it once over her protruding clit, her body stiffened and a surprised gasp escapes her throat. I dove in for the kill inserting my tongue deep into her pussy tasting her sweet nectar. I teasingly licked around her labia softly sucking her clit sending her into a frenzy.

"Lick my pussy baby! Mmmmmmmm! Yeah suck my clit! 

I licked and sucked for all it was worth, her body shook every time my tongue passed over the swollen hood. Her breathing became more rapid; I knew she was on the verge of her first orgasm. With one big suck of her clit her legs clamped tight around my head as she screamed out in ecstasy. She released my head from her vice like grip allowing me to breath freely. Her left hand slid to her opening rubbing her clit as she purred contentedly. 

I kissed my way along her belly, between her perky breasts and slid my tongue into her mouth making contact with her hot tongue. We embraced as we kissed passionately. Her sharp fingernails dug deep into my flesh as my cock rested comfortably on her wet slit. I rotated my pelvis causing my rock hard cock to rub teasingly over her cunt and sensitive clit, her juices made wet squelching sounds when I passed over the opening. As the tip of my cock eased it's way between the folds of her pussy lips I took one long stroke and pushed deep into her cannel hitting the back walls of her cunt. Janise arched her back and let out a deep moan.

"FFFFFUUUUCCKK YYYYEEESSS!!!" She yelled. 

She bit down onto my neck as I began to pump into her, slowly at first then sped up my tempo, as I got comfortable. I gave her five to six long hard fucks then stopped abruptly leaving my cock fully inside her. 

"Don't stop now, keep going... pleeeeaaase fuck me!" She begged.

"I will! As soon as you tell me about this sudden change" I responded.




Change For The Better



"What change? Just fuck me with that cock of yours baby, I'm so fucken horny!" 

I was curious to find out why my wife of four years had suddenly changed from a timid housewife to a sex-crazed woman over night. Something must have happened or been said to make her act this way. Not that I'm complaining, oh no! On the contrary, I'm over the moon with the sudden change. I just want to know why and how. I was sure it had something to do with her work friend, the one she started to tell me about back at the adult bookshop. To find out more I had to play this my way.

"I'm horny to babe, but I'm not going to fuck you until you let me in on what's been going on with you and this work friend of yours." I wanted so much to keep pumping her cunt with my cock, but I had to know more. I promise I'll fuck you good if you tell me, and I want you to tell me everything."

"Ok! Ok!!" you win, I'll tell you." 

CHAPTER THREE: 

With my cock still buried deep inside her Janice got comfortable beneath me as she proceeded to tell me about her work friend Dianne. I got comfortable also but found it very difficult to lay there with my cock resting inside her hot cunt and try to resist the temptation to start pumping again. I leant on my elbow as I gently massaged her breasts with my right hand. I was instructed by Janice not to interrupt if I wanted to know every thing, I caressed her body, admired her every curve and agreed with her command, as I lay there ready to hear the details about her friend.

I learnt that Dianne was in her early 40's. She had migrated to Australia with her husband Andrew, also in his early 40's, from a small country town in England about 4 years ago. They were childless, not by choice. Dianne was unable to conceive due to a medical problem. For that reason their marriage of 9 years had gone through some bad patches, in turn they made a mutual decision to pack up, sell their home and relocate to Australia leaving family behind for a better life. Dianne's family actually, Andrew's only family was a few distant cousins who he had no time for anyway. Dianne and Andrew settled in well. They each found employment in their respective fields, Dianne in accounting for a distribution company and Andrew in construction. They made some good friends along the way and so no and so on... 

It was about a year or so ago before Dianne began working in the same office as Janice that things began to change for her and her husband. A male office working at the firm where Dianne worked started to pay her more attention than usual. At first Dianne thought of him as just being very friendly until a Friday night out with the office staff changed her life forever. He flirted with her that night and due to the alcohol she had consumed she flirted back also. The flirtation went on for a few weeks; the unexpected flirtation made her feel more attractive, more alive than she had felt for a long time. She found it appealing that another man apart from her husband found her attractive. It came to the point where she thought of him in a sexual way when away from work. On some occasions she would think of him whilst making love to her husband, or would finger her pussy while fantasizing about him. Even her dress sense had changed. Her skirts and dresses became shorter and revealing. She stopped purchasing her underwear from the cheap stores and opted for the sexy lacy matching bras and panties. She loved the new sensation of walking around wearing G-Strings. She did her hair differently and she began to wear make up rather than just the plain lipstick and eyeliner that she had been wearing for longer than she could even remember. 

Her co-workers and friends began to notice the change also. They commented on her weight loss, not that she had lost any. She had kept the same weight for over 10 years, it was just that the new dress style, make up and confident posture made her look slimmer. It wasn't only her friends and work colleagues that had noticed the change. Her husband gradually began to see the transformation of his wife from the quite, plain, none-conformist women he has been married to for the last 9 years. He never questioned her at first, he just liked the fact that she was opening up and becoming more confident in herself. He also wandered if she had finally realization that life must go on and accept the fact that they may never have children of their own, a topic that had been a wedge in their marriage for many years. Something else he noticed and graciously accepted was the sex. Sex for Dianne and Andrew was once or twice a month if he was lucky. Now he found himself coming home to a horny wife three to four times a week. Most Fridays had become all night sessions, not forgetting most Saturday nights or mornings. 

At first Andrew could not believe his change of luck, but then he began to look past the sex and began to have other thoughts. Why the sudden change? Was it for her or for him? And the biggest question that plagued his mind was she having an affair? It was time to confront the issue. It was after a long slow fuck on a Friday night that Andrew brought up the subject and aired his concerns. He was reluctant at first because he was unsure if he was prepared for the truth. Or if airing his thoughts out in the open would change everything that had been good in their marriage for the last few months. It was a gamble he was prepared to take, win or loose. 

Dianne confessed everything that night, the mutual flirting between herself and the co-worker, the rejuvenation of her confidence from knowing other men found her attractive. The most difficult part was confessing to her husband that she often became horny thinking of her co-worker or other men fucking her. She assured her husband, in between tears that she has never nor could she ever give in to her fantasies because of the strong love and respect she had for him. Hence the change from plain Jane to the sexy and confident Dianne you see today, and the sudden sexual libido. Her husband became the target of her fantasy, rather than be unfaithful she drew him into the fantasy and in time her sexual thoughts were no longer directed towards other men but her husband. The result was the loving, fun and intimate marriage that only months ago was threatening to fall apart due to the depression, lack of communication and intimacy from years of putting each other second. The longing to conceive and have a child of their own had taken a toll on their marriage, it was now time to face reality and move on. 

Andrew was stunned and angry as he listened and took in all of Dianne's confessions. His wife was flirting with other men behind his back; that is the ultimate betrayal, how could she do this to him he asked himself. But the more he listened the more his anger faded. Hearing Dianne uttering the words of love and the respect she had for him, the love and respect that had not been evident in their marriage for what seamed a very long time, hearing those loving words from Dianne nearly brought tears to his eyes. He now looked at his loving wife in a different light, he had always loved her but now the realization that his love for her was more than he had ever imagined. This woman lying beside him was beautiful, sexy and confident, he could see that now. Andrew was feeling guilty that it had taken the attention of other men to make Dianne feel this way about herself. He should have been the one to praise her, compliment her and love her in the way she deserves. There lips met in an intimate kiss. They made love that night, over and over again. 

Since that night their lives had changed for the better. Dianne still dressed to impress when at work, out with friends or with her husband and she still reveled in the attention she received from other men. Dianne's dress sense and flirtation never bothered Andrew, if anything he encouraged it. Because of the love and the trust they both had in each other he knew that she would always come home to him. Their sex life had also taken a turn for the best; they were both willing to try anything to enhance their sex life. Dianne now had a drawer full of sexy lingerie, some she had purchased herself to surprise her husband and some that Andrew had given to her as gifts. Andrew had arrived home from work one day to find Dianne dressed in a very sexy matching bra, panties garter and stockings. The biggest surprise was seeing her reclined back on the lounge chair with her panties pulled to one side as she fucked herself with a black dildo. Dianne had decided to visit an adult bookstore that day and walked out with the new dildo. The sexy outfit was purchased from her favorite lingerie store. Venturing into an adult store alone and having men stare at her was such an adrenaline rush. Having men ogle at her as she discussed different types of dildos and vibrators with the storeowner was an even bigger rush. 

Visiting adult bookshops and lingerie stores alone or together had become a big part of their sex life. They delved into other sexual activities such as viewing porn videos, something that Dianne was totally against before the change. Without Andrew's knowledge Dianne would often go out without bras or panties under her short skirts or dresses, depending on where they were at the time Dianne would expose herself to him resulting in Andrew getting very hard and horny until they got home for a good fuck, sometimes they never made it home. Many a times they had fucked in the back seat of the car while parked in a secluded spot of a car park then head home for a second helping. Dianne had become a true exhibitionist and Andrew loved every minute of it. Last summer they visited a nudist beach. Andrew was the reluctant one to strip off; Dianne on the other hand was naked in two seconds flat like she had done this a million times before. They now visit the nudist beach on a regular bases, they even became members of a nudist club located up in the hills somewhere. Their marriage was now rock solid, there wasn't a thing they weren't prepared to explore to keep their marriage alive. It doesn't mean that their marriage was purely based on the sex alone. They communicated more than they ever did before, they were very open and honest with each other and their love just kept getting stronger and stronger.

CHAPTER FOUR: 

Without realizing it my cock was no longer imbedded inside the warm confines of Janice's pussy, I had rolled over onto my back and Janice had her head resting on my chest. Her hand was gripped around my cock slowly jerking the skin back and forth. Janice concluded the details of Dianne and Andrew's life transformation from depression, monotonous to a loving and fulfilled marriage. It was the many hours of listening to Dianne narrate the details of her rejuvenated marriage that prompted Janice to take a deeper look into our own marriage and where it was heading. Yes we did love each other deeply, and as plenty of other marriages things had became a little sour and if the truth be told monotonous and uneventful. Taking advise from Dianne, Janice decided to change all that. Dianne took Janice under her wing escorting her to the lingerie stores and adult bookstores. I found out later that Dianne had also taken Janice to a salon to get her pussy waxed. Janice was on a mission and as Dianne as her mentor she was destined to succeed. 

Janice kissed her way from my neck down to my belly stopping momentarily to softly suck on my nipples. Her warm tongue and the sudden chill caused my nipples to become hard and erect. She positioned herself on her knees beside me, with her knees slightly apart she bent down taking the head of my cock into her warm mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, the thought of Dianne and her husband's sexual adventures running through my mind over and over again. I let out a low grunt and my body stiffened as I felt the sensation of Janice's soft lips sliding down my shaft taking the entire length into her mouth. She gripped the base of my cock and repeated the process taking my cock down her throat three or four times, she would slide her tongue along the shaft around the cock head kiss the tip and slide the length back into her throat. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched in amazement. Prior to today the only kind of blowjob I ever received from Janice was the rough 30 second suck on my cock head, jerk me off a few times and that's about it. Tonight was different, this woman was going to town and I was in blowjob heaven. 

I discovered later that Dianne had demonstrated to Janice the art of cock sucking one afternoon. They drove to Dianne's house while her husband was still at work, once there she took out her collection of dildos and vibrators and proceeded to instruct Janice on what sensation each one gives and it's different uses. That lesson over Dianne chose the life like latex cock and taught Janice the correct technique to suck a mans cock and enjoy the moment while doing so. Dianne's theory on why some women dislike performing oral sex was because they fail to make the task pleasurable for both the receiver and the giver. "Treat the cock not just as a piece of meat but as an offering from the gods, touch it, kiss it, lick it and swallow it like it was the most beautiful and juiciest fruit you have ever placed in your mouth, Dianne had said. When you are done that same piece of fruit will reward you in full" she added. 

My sperm began to rise from my balls.

"I'm Cumming baby!" I warned her but she just went on sucking, my body went rigid. 

I gripped the sheets as I erupted deep into her mouth. Janice pumped my cock taking every drop of my sperm. 

"I don't believe you just let me cum in your mouth like that babe!" I spoke in between breaths. 

Janice took one last gulp slid her mouth from my cock with a pop and looked up at me with a sly grin. 

"When the time is right I'll let you in on how I learnt to do it" She then went right back to sucking my cock leaving me to ponder her last statement.

I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of her soft tongue and lips working its magic all over my cock and balls. Usually I would have gone soft by now, it would have taken me another half an hour or so of touching and kissing to get hard again. But my cock was still hard as a rock and ready for more. 

I spun Janice around onto her back and drove my cock deep into her sopping cunt Taking both her knees and resting them against her chest gave me the perfect position for deep penetration. Janice gripped the headboard behind her as I began my assault on her pussy. I withdrew my cock all the way out and lunged forward stabbing her cunt with my rigid sword.

"Ohhh yeah!!!! Fuck my cunt, make me cum baby" she screamed. 

I sped up my tempo pushing my cock as deep as I could. The mixture of body heat, the sexual aroma, the grunts and groans from both Janice and I and the sound of skin hitting skin sent me over the edge. I drove my cock deep inside her pussy splashing her insides with my cum, she followed seconds later with her own orgasm. The pulsating walls of her cunt milked my cock of all the sperm.

Our bodies went limp as we lay together in a tight embrace. We remained in that position for a while enjoying the after glow of our frenzied love making, both silent except for the heavy breathing and the echo's of our beating hearts. I raised my head slightly and glanced over at the clock on the side table, it was only fifteen minutes past eleven. It seemed like we had been at it for hours, only an hour and a half had passed since we arrived home. I looked down at Janet, her eyes where closed and mouth curled up in a mischievous grin. Her face had a radiant look about it, I hadn't seen her this relaxed in a long time. As I looked down at her beautiful smiling face I began to ponder the events of tonight, the events that would be retained in my memory for a long time to come. 

CHAPTER FIVE: 

My mind was racing as I went over the events of this amazing night, if anything the last few hours would become life altering and a big lesson for both Janice and myself. I was reliving the moment in the lounge room when Janice came prancing the doorway looking so seductive in her new dress. The moment in the book shop where she raised her dress to reveal her naked shaved pussy. The story of Dianne and her husband Andrew, the steps she had taken to transform my wife from a quite reclusive girl to a very confident and sexual woman. And not forgetting the on hand lessons on the techniques of oral sex. My wife had now become an expert on giving head, the way she sucked my cock tonight was incredible, the way she swallowed every drop of my cum... "Hold on! What was that comment she made earlier as she swallowed my cum?" 

My mind suddenly became clear. I looked down to see Janice staring up at me with those dark shining eyes. Her head was slightly cocked to one side, her mouth still curled up in a mischievous grin

"What are you thinking about right now?" She asked. For a moment there I could not answer the question, I wasn't ready to answer. I wanted to ask the questions and I had plenty to ask. The biggest question I was asking myself was if I was ready to hear the answers. Janice's happy face was suddenly replaced by a look of concern. "What's wrong babe?" 

"I was... I was um! Just thinking about something you said earlier!" I stammered.

"Oh! And what was that?" she asked with a frown. 

I thought about it for a second before answering. "When you let me cum in your mouth before..." Before I could finish Janice rolled to her side facing away from me.

"I know what you're going to ask me and I know your going to be upset when I tell you. I wasn't going to say anything, well not just yet anyway. But I was so caught up in what I was doing and you were enjoying it so much it just slipped out."

I moved closer towards her and placed an arm around her waist to assure her that I wasn't upset with her, how could I be I don't didn't know the details yet. 

"What is it that you want to tell me babe? You know you can tell me anything, I love you and always will." Turning over onto her back once again Janice stared up at me between her teary eyes.

"You mean it? You will always love me no matter what" "

I planted a soft kiss on her right eye. "Yes I do" I responded. 

"I want you to know that everything I have done is for us and to keep our marriage alive. And if you really want to know I'll tell you everything. But first you must promise that you will never hate me"

With a slight reluctance in my voice I agreed. "Ok then I promise" 

CHAPTER SIX: 

"Remember when I told you that Dianne took me to her house and showed me how to give head using the vibrators?"

"Yes I do, go on" 

"Well I went back there about two weeks later for a second lesson" 

I listened and took in all that was said. At first I was little angry and confused hearing how Dianne's husband Andrew had come home unexpectedly in the middle of oral technique lessons. Andrew had stood in the door way and watched as Janice was bent over taking a life like cock half way down her throat. It wasn't until she began to gag from the monster cock that she looked up passed Dianne to see Andrew standing there. Andrew was apologetic for walking in on the girls. Janice on the other hand was totally embarrassed and lost for words. It took Dianne to explain the situation and the reason for the lessons in the first place. 

Like a true gentleman Andrew was sympathetic to Janice's plight and offered to help in any way he could. Janice was reluctant at first and unsure if it was a good idea to air out all her sexual problems to a man she had only heard about and only just met. Her first instincts told her to get up and walk away, but then if she wanted to understand a man's needs and how they think, what would be the best way then go strait to the source, a man. And that's exactly what she did. Janice spilt out her gut to Andrew, Dianne looked on while holding Janice's hand for comfort and support. 




Change For The Better



Over a few drinks of red wine Janice began to open up more and more. They spoke of a lot of things that day, it was Janice that did most of the talking while Andrew and Dianne added their opinions but most of the time they just listened and nodded as Janice spoke. One particular topic that arose was blowjobs, Janice had never enjoyed the act and especially the thought of having a man ejaculate in a women's mouth. She had heard about it but never seen it or even contemplated doing it. Andrew had jokingly added that from what he had seen earlier that day he was sure Janice was a woman who loved sucking sock and did it very well.

"On the contrary, I have always disliked oral sex and what you saw was part of the process to help me enjoy it and learn different techniques, Dianne has been a great teacher" she added. 

"And how do you know you would not enjoy having a man ejaculate in your mouth if you have never tried it?" Andrew asked curiously. "Did Dianne tell you that she once thought the same as you do now?" He added looking towards Dianne, who was sitting there with a look of pride that she has now mastered the act and enjoys the taste of her mans cum or any mans cum for that matter as we discovered later.

Janice was a little lost for words; she knew Andrew's comment was correct. She looked towards Dianne then to Andrew hoping for answers.

"What am I supposed to do! She finally responded sarcastically. Am I supposed to just walk up to my husband and say... hey babe how about I suck your cock for you and you can cum in my mouth so I know what it's like!" There was a sudden silence in the room, all three eyed each other but no one said a word. Dianne burst out laughing, Janice and Andrew followed seconds later. 

"How about you let me cum in your mouth Janice, then you'll know what it's like" Andrew blurted out in between laughs.

"Yeah! How about I suck your cock right now and everything will be great" Janice responded adding to the joke. Dianne stopped laughing and followed suit with her own comment, difference is her comment was in a serious tone 

"Hey! Why not!" Thinking it was a joke Janice laughed even harder. 

"No! I'm serious guys!" Dianne meant every word, she had taught Janice everything she knew about sucking cock from the use of fake cocks. Now it was time to proceed to the next level and what better way to learn than using the real thing she thought. Janice looked up into Dianna's eyes; she could see that Dianne was dead serious. She flopped back into her seat the big grin across her face changing to a big O; her eyes grew wide in astonishment and utter surprise. The room was silent for a few seconds as each one pondered their own thoughts. Andrew slouched back in his seat.

"I'm just going to sit back and let these two girls work this one out, who am I to argue if my wife wants another women to suck my cock? After all it is for a good cause, if it's going to help save another couples marriage then hey bring it on"

He grew hard at the thought of Janice's mouth around his cock. And the thought of his wife looking on while she did so made his cock grow even bigger in the confinement of his pants. Andrew and Dianne caught each other's eyes and they both grinned knowing that this would not be the first time they have had another women suck Andrew's cock as Dianne looked on. They both hid their secret well, but Dianne was bursting to tell her friend about their open marriage. Andrew on the other hand was a little reluctant in revealing the skeleton in their closet; the time would come though when one of them would give in and spill all. More sooner than later Dianne quietly thought to her self. 

Janice sat with her hands tightly clasped together between her knees; with her head bowed she spoke softly but thought out load.

"That would be like cheating right? I mean say if I did suck Andrews cock to learn more about oral sex, would that be counted as cheating on my husband?" She lifted her head, her eyes darting from Andrew to Dianne as she waited for a response.

Andrew and Dianne both looked at one another waiting for the other to speak. Dianne spoke first. "Look Janice, Andrew and I can't answer that question for you. At the end of the day it's all up to you, you're an adult and it's your marriage that seems to be in trouble here." Andrew looked up at Dianne and nodded in agreement. "All I can say is this. Any thing that takes place here and now, with your consent of cause, will remain our secret. The choice will be yours if you decide to tell your husband."

Janice slumped forward and placed her elbows on her knees, resting her chin on the palms of her hands she let out a big sigh as she pondered her next move. Diane and Andrew looked on both grinning with anticipation on what Janice's decision might be.

"Andrew, could you please get me another glass of red wine while I think about this."

"No problems, coming right up!" Andrew got up to fetch Janice her fourth, or was this her fifth glass of red wine.

Dianne put an arm around Janice's shoulders and offered more words of comfort. "You don't' have to do anything your not comfortable with, you know that don't you? Just remember that I'm here for you if you ever need me. 

Janice leant towards Dianna resting her head on her shoulders. "I know that, it's just that it's such a big step. If I make the wrong decision it could ruin my marriage. But on the other hand it could help me open up sexually and be more adventurous like Gavin has always wanted". 

At that moment Andrew walked back into the room with a tray of two wine glasses and a scotch for himself. Each one reached for their glass as Andrew placed the tray on the marble table. "Ok! What have we decided then?" Andrew quizzed as he sat down beside Janice. Janice took a big sip of her wine before answering. 

"Well! What the heck, I have always been honest to Gavin about anything. But if he was to ask question or I felt that the time was right then I would suffer the consequences and let him in on our little secret". Sitting up strait Janice added in a serious tone. "Today I have decided to suck your cock Andrew." It was meant to have been a serious moment but all three began to laugh making Janice feel more at ease.

"Put it this way, when the next time you suck on Gavin's cock he will surely know that something has changed. When you take his hard cock deep into your mouth and let him spurt his seed down your throat he's going to wonder what happened to his prudish wife. And I bet my life you will not hear one complaint from him!"

Janice began to feel a little flushed as she listened to Dianne speak. The picture formed in her mind of Gavin reclining back as she took his cock into her mouth sucking, licking and kissing the head. The mental picture together with the fourth glass of wine making her hot, she could feel her heart beating and the warmth traveling from her head down through her body to that most intimate spot between her legs. She was ready! 

It was an awkward moment as they sat wondering how this was going to start out. No one wanted to take the first move in case of offending the other. It was left to Andrew to make the first move. Reclining back on the sofa besides Janice he held her hand gently and placed it on the ever-growing bulge in his pants. With her hand still in his Andrew slowly passed her hand over the length, he repeated the action a few times, his cock would twitch every time her hand rubbed over the bulbous head covered only by the thin material of his pants. He looked into her eyes as he let go of her hand; she stopped for only a second before continuing without the aide of Andrew. Janice could feel her heart beating even faster than before as she traced the outline Andrews cock with her thumb and middle finger. She gave it a squeeze and it responded with a pulse from her gentle touch. It felt big and long. She had to see for herself.

With shaking hands she undid the button of his pants then slid the zipper open to reveal a white pair of boxer shorts underneath. She notices a circular wet spot had formed just above where the head of his cock was resting. To make it a little easier Andrew lifted his body off the sofa and pushed his pants down together with the boxer shorts. His long cock stood out strait and rigid, the head was pink in color with pre-cum oozing from the tip. Janice gingerly reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base like she was holding an ice-cream cone. She began to slide her fingers up and down the length, moving sideways, back and forth studying it as if it were the first time she had ever seen a cock. It wasn't as thick as her husbands but the length was very similar she thought. 

With Janice's fingers still around his cock Andrew bent over and removed his pants and shorts completely, he sat back and spread his legs wide to give Janice a better view of his manhood and the large balls hanging between his thighs. 

Well! Here goes Janice thought to her self, there's no turning back now! Janice stuck out her tongue and reluctantly licked the oozing pre-cum from Andrews cock head. It wasn't as bas as she had expected, the taste was sweet but yet a little salty. Moving forward now she closed her eyes and all the cock sucking lessons came flooding back. She wet her lips and encircled the cock head with her open mouth. She started slowly at first sucking on the head and licking the around it as she gently slid her hand up and down the shaft. 

Dianne sat back and watched with excitement as her willing student went to work on her husbands cock. As she watched Janice taking a little more of Andrew's cock into her mouth she began to feel moister down below. Dianne slid her hand down between her thighs to her cunt, she felt a little shiver run through her body as she felt the wetness seeping through her panties. Dianne opened her legs wider and slipped her panties to one side exposing her shaved pussy. She was so worked up as soon as she slid a finger between the folds of her pussy lips she had a small but well needed orgasm. 

Janice was getting right into it now; she was beginning to feel more relaxed and confident in what she was doing. She had the job well in hand so to speak. She was so engrossed in pleasuring Andrew with her new found talent that all the feelings of guilt and apprehension about cheating on her husband, the possibility that her marriage could end if he detests her for what she is doing. And not forgetting the feeing of repulse when placing a cock in her mouth, and another mans cock at that, were all replaced by the feeling of lust and sexual pleasure. She was now in control of her feelings and she loved it. She opened her eyes for the first time since taking Andrew's cock into her mouth; she looked up to see Andrew staring down at her smiling with content. Looking to the left of Andrew she was surprised to see Dianne lying back with her legs wide open fingering her pussy furiously. She too was looking down at Janice with a huge smile on her face. The site of Dianne fingering her pussy only inches away from her face and her mouth full of cock sent Janice into a frenzy. She gripped Andre's cock by the base and began to lick and suck every inch of it with sexual abandonment, all the while never taking her eyes off Dianne's finger's sliding in and out of her pussy. 

The room was filled with the sounds of lustful moans and groans; muffled moans also came from Janice as she took Andrew's cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could feel Andrew's balls began to tighten, at the same time he was raising his hips up to meet her downward assault on his throbbing cock. She knew what this meant; he was going to cum. This was the moment of truth, would she allow him to cum in her mouth. She closed her eyes and let the inevitable happen, Andrew's cock began to throb and his moans became loader as a large volume of cum spurted forth into Janice's mouth. She closed her lips tighter around his shaft as another glob hit the back of her throat. She could not keep the liquid in her mouth any longer; she took a deep breath through her nose and swallowed hard drinking it all without gagging. 

Janice opened her eyes at the right moment to see Dianne push three fingers deep into her now dripping cunt, Dianne came with a shattering orgasm that sent her body into convulsions. Andrew's body went limp; he slumped back into the sofa and watched as Janice tenderly sucked his cock dry. Janice took her eyes away from Dianne's pussy to stare up at Andrew; she took his length deep into her mouth for the last time. She glared up at him with her large brown eyes as she slid her lips along the shaft, his cock head slipping from her mouth with a pop. 

All three sat and discussed the events that had just taken place. Janice assured them that she felt fine and that she was no longer concerned with what may eventuate if or when her husband Gavin learns of her cock sucking lessons. If anything she was more confident than every before that this was the beginning of her rejuvenated married life with Gavin. She knew her life with Gavin would never be the same again and she was adamant that from now on she was going to keep the flames burning bright between the her and the man she dearly loves. 

It was during these discussions that Dianne and Andrew broke the news to Janice about their open marriage. Janice sat and listened in awe but not overly surprised to hear of their swinging lifestyle. She felt more at ease to hear Dianne speak of her own insecurities when she they had first arrived in Australia. She went on to speak about how things had changed for the best when other men began to notice her. But most important of all was how the strength of the love a respect between her and Andrew had allowed them to delve into the swinger's scene without hurting their marriage 

CHAPTER SEVEN: 

I wasn't sure how to react after hearing Janice explain how she became to enjoy cock sucking. My mind was clouded with the image of Janice taking a strangers cock into her mouth, not only that but allowing him to cum down her throat. The weirdest part of it all was that I wasn't in anyway angry or jealous, I was very turned on by everything I had heard. My throbbing cock was proof of that. I glanced sideways to see Janice looking up at me with puppy face look waiting fro my reaction. At that moment I had nothing to say, I had other things in mind. 

"Why don't you come her and show me what your learnt!" I said with a sly grin. 

Janice sat up smiling. "Aren't you upset?" 

I took her hand and guided it to my raging hard on. "Not right now, we can talk about it later" 

Nothing else was said for the moment as Janice proceeded to take Gavin's cock in her hand and enveloping his cock head with her soft lips. She worked his cock deep into her mouth, for ten to fifteen minutes she licked and sucked every inch of his meat until he was ready to explode. Gavin took her by the shoulders and swung her around. She read his mind; straddling his hips she took hold of his cock and pressed the head at the entrance to her pussy. She dropped her body down onto his pole impaling it deep within her; she let out a deep grunt as it hit the back walls of her cunt. They looked lovingly into each other eyes as she began to ride his monster cock. Gavin knew he wasn't going to last long, he took hold of her hips and started to pound upwards as her body came down to meet his thrust. 

Janice could feel her own orgasm building, leaning forwards she rode him like a jockey racing to the finishing line. Within seconds they both came together, his cock throbbing deep within her as she slumped forward over his heaving, sweaty body. She lay there for what seamed like hours listing to the sound of his thumping heart echoing through his chest. With her body resting comfortably against his she placed her head on his chest, eyes closed she thought back to when all this transformation had begun. She smiled to herself as she remembered the day Dianne had walked into her office and into her life. Janice wrapped her arms around Gavin's neck in a tight embrace; she softly kissed his face, his neck, forehead and lips. She opened her mouth and her tongue met his. She broke the kiss for only a second to look into Gavin's eyes and utter the words

"I love you my darling!" Gavin hugged her tight. 

"I love you more than life it's self my darling wife" He responded. His softening cock that had slipped out of her wet pussy came back to life, prior to this night he would have been fast asleep by now. But tonight was different, he felt more alive then ever before, like he was back in his late teens when he found it more difficult to get his ever-rigid cock to go down rather than up. 

They made slow passionate love that night till the sun began to peek over the horizon and through their bedroom window. Janice and Gavin reluctantly left the comfort of their bed to take a shower together, something they had not done for many years. They helped each other to wash away the sweat and the evidence of their love making from their weary bodies. They kissed and cuddled under the warm flowing water, holding each other tight not wanting for this moment to end. 

They draped their bodies only in bathrobes as they made breakfast, not much was said as they sat across from each other at the table as they ate to their hearts content. Most of the day was spent lying on the sofa in each other's arms watching TV and talking. They talked a lot that day, about their love, their marriage and of cause Dianne and Andrew. It was Gavin that brought up the subject; Janice was hoping to avoid the topic for a while but Gavin thought best to get it out in the open while it was still fresh in his mind. Janice new it would come up sooner or later, she was hoping it was later rather than now though. Although they had never met, Gavin felt like he knew them already. 

They spoke for hours about the other couple, about the relationship Janice had with Dianne, Janice now considered Dianne to be her best friend, her confidant, someone she could truly trust and be open with. The cock-sucking lesson with Andrew was also brought up in discussion. Janice felt a little uneasy discussing it; yes she did spill the beans and tell all while in the throws of passion but now that things had settled she was feeling rather hesitant to bring it up again. There was not much more to tell but men being men Gavin had to know every thing. 

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked, did you like his cock better than mine?" All the questions that a man would ask to reassure himself that his woman thought he was the better man of the two. Janice answered all his questions as truthfully as she could as not to deflate his ego, not that there was much to tell. Gavin was beaming inside as he listened to Janice compare his body and cock size and shape to Andrews; by the sounds of it Gavin was the man. But after hearing all the compliments Janice was giving him, being a typical male he still had that little niggling thought at the back of his mind that Janice was only saying all those nice things to make him feel more at ease. 

CONCLUSION: 

Life went on as usual for Janice and Gavin; their sex life had changed for the better and their love for each other grew stronger as times passed. But other than that life was normal, or as normal as could be. Gavin finally got to meet Andrew and Dianne, all the inner insecurities he had about Andrew flew out the window as soon as he got to know him. They got on like a house on fire like two best mates meeting up after a long time apart. Dianne and Janice were like two long lost sisters. They were inseparable at most times; they went everywhere together and did nearly everything together. The four of them became so close that Andrew and Dianne stopped visiting swingers clubs or meet up with other couples they had met online. They had a new friendship now, new play mates. They had become a foursome and they enjoyed every moment of it. Maybe I'll write about that another time...



Change for the Better



"I am bored." Henry spoke aloud to himself. Lounging by the pool in his palace, he presented an awesome sight. Naked, with rippling muscles, and a tan 6 foot 3 inch body, he looked every inch the prince he was. 

He suddenly felt two soft hands encircling his semi-turgid penis. As he opened his blue eyes, he gazed upon a dark haired woman holding his penis in her hands. His eyes travelled down her body, from her thick tawny hair, to her large limpid black eyes, to her full lips ( "built to suck a man's cock" -- he thought to himself), to her large melon shaped breasts, tipped with large brown cherry sized nipples, which were now very erect. 

His eyes further travelled down her flat abdomen and finally down to her long tanned legs, up her thighs, where they finally met at her crotch, which was shorn of all hair and ended in two thick, puffy pussy lips, with the vulva glistening pink and moist, from her excitement. 

"Why are you bored, prince?" she cooed, even as she dipped her head and licked his glans. Even as he moaned, she took his stiff 10 inch dick into her mouth and started sucking on him. She was very good at her job and within no time, Prince Henry was in the throes of passion. She deep throated him and started massaging his balls. 

Ten minutes later, Henry was ready to orgasm and even as he signaled his readiness, the dark haired hourie squeezed his testicles and he came in her mouth with an almighty rush, flooding her mouth with thick cords of his cum. She scrambled to swallow all his cum, even as the copious cum dribbled out of her mouth. 

Finally, mission accomplished, she leaned back on the pool's edge, with her legs akimbo and open to the Prince's lustful gaze. Henry pushed his finger between her wet cunt lips and even as she moaned, he asked her " Elena, is your husband out of town?" 

"If he was home, would I be up at the palace fucking your lights off?" 

" I thought the wimp knew about your dalliance" 

" Rudolph does not and will never know, that for the past 5 years, I have been your mistress. He thinks he has become your favoured courtier because of his smart brain. Little does he know that it is my tight cunt, that has won him his position. With him out of the way on secret little missions for you and your uncle, the king, I am free to service your Royal Highness"

"Does he suspect?"

" The poor sap thinks I am the most loyal wife on earth. But leave that for now. Why did you just say that you were bored."

"I have nothing interesting in my life. My uncle takes care of the kingdom, I will not inherit any time soon, I have all the women that I can fuck at my beck and call and have more wealth than I can spare. I have no challenge in life."

"What would you give me, if I presented you with the challenge of your life?"

"I will give you the Sodenheim palace which you so desire."

"'What is your opinion of Alejandro, your general?"

" A loyal, if plodding soldier."

" Do you know that he is married?"

" I was aware of that. He is always talking about his brood of children. How many does he have?"

"Three. Are you also aware that his wife is the daughter of your ambassador to India and that it was a love marriage? Are you also aware that the couple are very faithful and will never cheat."

"Cut to the chase"

"Are you aware that Alejandro's wife Karen, is one of the most luscious women in your kingdom. Even after bearing three children, she still looks like a teenager."

"So?"

"Can you seduce Karen away from her marital vows and bear a royal bastard with her? I am challenging you! This is a very difficult task"

"I like challenges and would love nothing more than seducing a beautiful married woman. But Alejandro is a loyal general and brave. "

"Keep talking."

"He is also a man with strong emotions and if his wife is seduced, and he came to know that I was behind it, all hell would break loose."

"So are you chickening out?"

"I have never shirked from a challenge and will not back off now. But I do not want to antagonize Alejandro. He also did not believe Elena's assertion about Karen's beauty. He had fucked all the beautiful women in the kingdom and was sure Karen was no match to his conquests. He decided to check her out before accepting Elena's challenge. He mentioned this to Elena. Elena told him "Garb yourself in the habit of a priest tomorrow and accompany me to Karen's house. She does not allow strange men into her house, unless they be men of the cloth. And now!"

"And now what?"

Without a further word, Elena straddled Henry and sank her velvet moist depths upon his erect penis, crying out all the while in ecstasy.

The next morning, Henry, all clothed in black and a collar, accompanied Elena to the "Courtiers Row", the elite suburb adjoining the palace, where the luxurious villas of the prime movers and shakers of the kingdom were located. 

Elena knocked upon a teak wood door of a villa built in an oriental design, which looked very pleasing to the eyes.

The door opened and a young blonde woman with large breasts looked upon them. 

"Kitty, is Karen home? I have brought this wandering monk of great wisdom to meet Karen and fulfill all her desires and answer all her queries.", Elena told the girl.

"Yes, she is in. Feeding the baby." 

Even as Kitty went inside, supposedly to inform Karen about the visitors, Elena turned to him and said "This is Kitty. Karen's maid. Slightly inexperienced in matters of the body, but that does not prevent her from lusting after Alejandro. If you don't get Karen, you can always have some sport with this girl."

Henry cast his eyes upon the girl's receding bottom and liked what he saw. Large and soft buns encased in a thick woolen habit, which could also not conceal her large breasts. Her face was pretty, if vapid, with its beauty spot just above the upper lip, washed out blue eyes, upturned nose and full red lips. Even as he was thinking upon Kitty, the screen door leading to the interior of the house opened and Kitty came out.

"Mistress Karen will meet you now"

Even as they walked into the ante room, Henry was kept interested by the various objects d'art strewed around the house, mostly from India. He spied a wooden elephant, a straw mat, a lac doll and clothes of various hues and colours draping the chairs and settees scattered about the room. He was brought back to the present, by Elena exclaiming!

"My dear Karen, how marvelous you look, only 3 months after bearing your latest child. You have your figure back! And the light is afresh in your eyes. If only our chivalrous prince Henry were to cast eyes upon you, he would immediately cart you back to the palace and fuck your cunt off."

"Stop it Elena!" trilled a sweet voice and Henry turned his eyes towards the voice and was transfixed. He had seen and bedded many beautiful women in his life, but this was a sight to behold. Even as he gazed upon the slim, graceful figure draped in a bright red saree (the costume worn by Indian women), he beheld a woman in the prime of her woman hood. 

Thick blonde hair framed an oval face with a high forehead, emerald green eyes, a thin straight nose above a mouth filled with pearly white teeth framed by red lips. 

Oh, those lips! Even as he gazed upon her luscious lips, bright red, his eyes imprinted every ridge and every bump on her lips, glistening with a slight sheen of moisture. His eyes moved downward to her graceful neck and then onto her bosom. Her breasts were not large, medium sized and conical. Her saree and blouse concealed most of her treasures, but what little he could see, filled him with lust. Her breasts were firm, standing up without sag and graceful, and even as he looked hard, he thought he could spy a little moist patch. 

Suddenly, a shrill cry of a baby resounded, and the moist patch at the front of her breast grew, as milk flooded her breasts and he could make out her round, big areola and a little round cherry at the tip of her breast. Karen suddenly turned back and went to an adjacent room he had not noticed. Within seconds, the baby quietened and 5 minutes later, when she emerged from the room, it was obvious that she had been feeding the baby. Now twin moist patches were at the front of her blouse and even as she turned, he could just faintly make out her large nipples, dark and as big as erasers. 

He reluctantly shifted his gaze from her tits and gazed upon her flat stomach, with its beautiful navel peeping out of the saree folds, which also left her thin waist uncovered. She was wearing a thin gold chain around her waist, which called attention to her thin waist. He wanted to wrap his hands around her waist and her rounded soft hips. Her legs were long and slender and ended in two dainty white feet, encased in golden cloth slippers. 

On her part, even as Karen gazed upon her friend, she found the priest disquietening. Even as she gazed upon him, she found his thick dark hair, handsome strong face, tall hard body affecting her in a way even her Alejandro had never done. She found herself imagining how he would look like without any clothes on his rippled body.

Suddenly, she was brought back to reality by Elena saying "My dear Karen. Meet Father Harry. He has just come from Friedland and will be passing through our kingdom. He is a good friend of mine and has his advice has always helped me to the fullest." 

Even as she said this, she winked at Henry and ran her red tongue over her full lips, which only the previous day had been wrapped around Henry's fat cock, sucking the life out of them. 

But Henry had eyes only for Karen. Even as Elena sat down and started talking to Karen, Henry did not say a word and sat transfixed, just staring at his new object of desire. Fifteen minutes later, they took leave and walked out. 

"So is she hot or not? Elena asked Henry, once they were back in the palace. 

" She has the face of an angel and the body of a whore.", Henry replied.

"Would you like to take up the challenge?"

"I would like to bury my cock in her pussy, more than anything in the world." replied a still transfixed Henry.

"She is very faithful to Alejandro"

"Not for long", replied a confident Henry.

The very next day, he sent for Alejandro and sent him on a diplomatic and scouting mission to a neighbouring country, Friedland, where he was to stay for one month, as a guest of the state, while trying to assess their military strength on the sly. 

Two days later, he sent a messenger, an old lover of his, who was acquainted with Karen, with a message and a beautiful emerald necklace, priced over a hundred talents of gold.

"The Prince always takes care of his faithful followers. I have committed the grave crime of taking Alejandro away from the bosom of hs loving family. But alas! The welfare of our kingdom demands such a separation. Let me try to make amends by inviting his faithful wife for an evening of drama and dance, while my servants take excellent care of your children. Forget your cares and enjoy today's evening."

Karen who was well aware of the carnal reputation of the crown prince replied "It is indeed kind of the prince to think of my welfare. However, it behoves not a faithful wife to dress up and drape jewellery and think of her pleasure, when her lord and master is toiling away. Thank the prince for the jewellery and return it back to him and express my regret for not taking him up on his graceful offer."

When Henry got his reply, he was sunk into despair. He did not eat or drink and lay listless in his room. In the evening, when the sultry Elena walked into his room, he spied him sitting dejected on the settee and staring into space. 

"What ails you, my lusty lover."

"I have tried to approach Karen in Alejandro's absence, but she even refused to meet me."

"I told you she is very faithful."

"What should I do? My nights are bereft of pleasure. Even as I think of her, absolutely unattainable, my entire body burns in her lust."

"That which cannot be achieved by straight means, can be achieved by cunning."

"What do you mean?"

"Whom does Karen love?'

"Alejandro"

"With whom will she sleep?"

"Alejandro"

"Whose children will she bear?"

"Alejandro"

"Or someone who looks just like Alejandro."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you heard of the root Windrok."

"No"

"It is a root, which if chewed for 2 minutes by a person of royal blood, can give him the ability to change shape to anything or any person he wishes to resemble."

"How do you know of this?"

"My wimp of a husband came to know of this while he was writing a biography of your ancestors, the task you had allotted to keep him busy, while you were pushing my buttons. He told this to me, one night, when he was half drunk and lusting after me. He cannot use this knowledge, as he is not of royal blood."

"Where can I find this root?"

"According to the wimp, there is a large supply of this dried root in your treasury, in the chamber marked, Treasury Accounts. It had been placed there by your great-great grandfather to keep it away from the reach of his grasping relatives. After his death, the legend of the root and its location were forgotten, till my husband uncovered it."

"How do I go about it?

"Wait for another 3 days. Then announce that you are recalling Alejandro for important parleys and that he will go back to Friedland, with your new missive. But use the root yourself, turn into Alejandro and slake your thirst of Karen."

"What is in it for you?"

" Sodenheim Palace and this!"

Without any further words, she pulled the cord on her dress. It slipped away, revealing her in all her naked glory. 

With a cry, Henry ripped his clothes off, carried Elena to the bed and threw her down onto it. He started licking her labia. By and by, he opened her lips with his tongue and sucked her clit. Even as Elena gasped, he entered her with his tongue and lapped up her juices. 

She cried out in ecstasy, even as she came, flooding Henry's face with her copious juices. Without giving her a pause, Henry turned her around and mounted her, doggie style. Even as they played the beast with two backs, Henry's long and thick cock entered deeper and deeper into her and he rode her like a stallion. Even as she built up to a climax, Henry followed her and at the height of her pleasure, flooded her cunt with his warm juices.

Later, as they were sleeping, Elena looked upon Henry's lithe form and thought to herself 

"Karen has a good husband in Alejandro, but unimaginative. She is also very inexperienced in matters of sex. If Henry has his way, I am sure Karen is in for the ride of her life."



Change in a Single Night



Sometimes life can provide opportunities – or misfortune -- you can't anticipate when you least expect it. My name is Ken, a loving husband, married to Lea, my wife of 45 years. Both of us are now in our mid-60's and retired. We have had a wonderful marriage over all these years, with relatively few rocky patches. 

Lea is the love of my life, an energetic lady. She has always been a beautiful natural blonde, very attractive to men for sure. She has gained a little weight in later years, making her somewhat Rubenesque (now 5'6", 150 lbs.), but she still looks VERY good to me – and others. I've gained a little more weight than I should in the last 20 years as well, but I still think we make quite a good-looking couple. 

Our sexual relationship has been OK over the years, but that has changed over the last 10 years or so. Nothing about Lea – she can still be as arousable and responsive as ever, and she still gets very wet right away when stimulated. No, the issue is me, through no real fault of my own. In my earlier years I used to be a pretty average guy as far as manhood goes – about 7" long when fully erect, 5" in girth, straight as a string and hard as a rock when aroused – not a porn star by any means, but plenty enough to get the job done. 

But about 10 years ago I was affected with Peyronie's Disease, which is a calcification of tissue in the Penis. This condition creates 3 problems: First, part of the penis tissue is hardened so that I don't expand like I used to when I get erect. Thus, my penis is quite a bit shorter than it used to be. Also, the disease seems to have interfered with the stiffening of my penis generally, so that it is not the rock-hard tool that Lea used to like so much. And 3rd, the calcification in the middle part of the tissue causes my penis to have a severe bend up and to the left, making penetration awkward and difficult. As a result, lovemaking becomes very difficult to attain, and we are more worried about how to make it work than we are about simply enjoying each other. 

I feel unfortunate for Lea about this. She is still an attractive woman with sexual needs, and she isn't getting anything like the sexual servicing I used to provide. In the recent past I have started experimenting with penis extensions to try to help her, but for a variety of reasons they haven't worked out too well. I have also talked to her about the possibility of her having sex with another man, so that maybe she could get the satisfaction she'd like. 

Being a person of conservative morals she didn't take to that idea. You can imagine her reactions. "I love you. I don't want to be with other men. Things are fine the way they are – that's what happens when you get older." Interestingly, she didn't say anything about not wanting the sexual satisfaction – more like learning to adapt to the new reality of the way things are. 

All this is preamble to the real story ...

During our years together we have had a few major places in the World that we wanted to travel, and since we entered retirement we have started to take those trips. This past September we took the latest one – a 2-week cruise from Turkey through the Greek Isles, ending in Athens. Since we were over there, we decided to spend a few extra days in Istanbul before the trip began and a couple of extra days in Athens at the end. We traveled with another couple, who also stayed the extra time in Istanbul. But their schedule did not allow them to stay extra time in Athens, so we were on our own during the last couple of days.

The trip was wonderful. I decided that, since this was one of the trips that we were most interested in doing, we would splurge on extras. We had a top-flight balcony suite on the cruise, and we stayed in Athens at one of the stately top-rated hotels right in Syntagma Square in the center of the city. We had use of the hop-on, hop-off (HOHO) bus to see all the important sites, so we covered quite a bit of ground in the couple of days we were there.

On the last day of the trip we had just gotten a bite of lunch at a street café and we were looking where we might efficiently go next. When I am figuring these things out I am the prototypical tourist, fumbling around with maps, the tour book, our HOHO bus tickets, etc. As you might imagine, a common thing happened – I got fumble fingers and dropped all the stuff. As we were stooping to pick things up, suddenly a stranger bent down to help us. 

He was a classic Greek gentleman – tall and lean, a couple of inches taller than me, say about 6'2", certainly in good shape, nicely though informally dressed in a button shirt and slacks and a very lightweight, light-color sport coat, with his dark hair brushed back, but somewhat curly. A few strands of grey mixed in – I initially guessed him to be 50-something. And, as I think Lea noticed right away, a killer smile and extremely friendly demeanor. He introduced himself as Vassilis, though he said that most people refer to him as Vassi. He said he had noticed us while passing by even before I had dropped my things because we were so obviously doing the tourist thing. 

He turned out to be 58 years old and had recently sold a tour business that he had started and built up over the years, which had allowed him to retire comfortably. I mentioned that he was apparently in much better shape than a large proportion of the Greek population, given the way the country has been struggling lately. He replied that, yes, he felt concern for his countrymen, but he had worked hard over the years and he was enjoying a well-deserved retirement. 

I could understand how he had been successful in the tour business – he seemed like a natural salesman and skilled at human relations. Vassi said that he still enjoyed taking in the sights and the important landmarks of his country. Then he made a suggestion: "How about if I act as a guide for you this afternoon? I was just enjoying the city anyway, and you will get more out of what you are seeing if someone knowledgeable explains things. No charge – I don't need the money. I'd just be pleased to show the face of our city to nice folks like yourself."

This seemed like a good idea to me – he didn't seem like a dangerous or conniving character or anything, and anyway, we were going to be out in very crowded public places, so there was very little opportunity for any skullduggery. Lea was a little more uncertain. She sort of gave off the vibe that it was our last day of the trip together, and she wasn't sure she wanted to share it with a stranger. But she understood that we could probably get more out of the hours we had left with Vassi helping us, so she agreed that he could accompany us. 

To his credit, Vassi noticed her hesitation and as we started our afternoon he paid special attention to trying to answer her questions and give information that he thought would be of interest to her. We visited Hadrian's Library, the flea markets at Monastiraki, the Kerameikos cemetery, and then cut over to the Plaka, where we spent some time browsing the shops, with Vassi pointing out some of the better places for bargains as opposed to the obvious tourist-oriented shops. There was no question that he was knowledgeable about the city. 

As the afternoon wound down I noticed that Lea and Vassi were enjoying each other's company more and more. It wasn't that I was being left out of the loop or anything, but he was certainly paying close attention to her. Lea is a woman who has always had an easy, friendly way of interacting with men – not overtly flirtatious by any means, but she has the kind of demeanor that makes men feel comfortable and appreciated as persons. 

Vassi obviously appreciated her easy, comfortable charm, and was obviously someone who could make women feel comfortable around him as well (logical if you think about it, given the business he had been in). And he certainly was a handsome enough gentleman that a mature woman would take notice. As the afternoon came to a close, a thought started germinating in my mind: Could there possibly be a chance that ...? Nah, nothing like that was going to happen in the space of a few hours. That's the sort of thing that happens in erotic novels, not in real life. And yet ...

As it came time for dinner, Vassi recommended a place in the Plaka for us to eat, a traditional Greek Taverna with great charm and good views overlooking the Plaka and center city. He was preparing to say good-bye, when an idea came to me, which would seem totally natural and appropriate. "Why don't you eat dinner with us?" I suggested. "Our treat – it's the least we can do given the kindness you've shown us this afternoon."

I blurted this out without checking with Lea first, and the words were no sooner out of my mouth than I thought that she might resent his presence at our last meal in Athens before we left the next day. But this time there was none of the uncertainty that she showed when we first met. "That's a great idea, honey. It's the least we can do. Please stay for dinner, Vassi – if your time allows it, of course." 

Vassi said that he had nothing on his schedule for the evening and would be honored to dine with us. The grin on Lea's face could have lit up the entire restaurant. At this point my mind was really spinning with possibilities, but knowing Lea's comfortable way of relating to men in general I couldn't really expect that she was thinking about sex with him. As far as I was aware, she had never done anything like that. It wasn't her style. And for all I knew, Vassi wasn't thinking that way either. But under any circumstances there was no harm in enjoying a good meal together, whatever might or might not transpire. 

We sat down and ordered wine and appetizers. The restaurant had a great choice of fresh-caught fish, so we decided to get a single large fish, large enough to share among all of us. After the ordering was done, Lea excused herself to go to the "WC" as it is called in that part of the World. As she left I couldn't help noticing Vassi following her with his eyes. When she was out of the room, he leaned over and commented quietly to me, "You realize, of course, that your wife is an extremely attractive and appealing woman." And then, with a slight wink, "You are a VERY lucky man." 

It struck me: This is the opening. If there is any chance of something happening this evening, I have to start the wheels rolling now. "Why Vassi" I replied, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were interested in getting lucky with my wife!" 

I tried to say it as lightheartedly and evenhandedly as I could, to convey that I wasn't put off by his comments. I think I hit the right tone, because he seemed to relax, as if he had been wondering about the right way to approach things and was relieved that I had not been insulted. "I must admit, your Lea is a real charmer. She is not the type of woman that a man could turn away from easily." 

"Maybe you don't have to turn away," I replied. I explained to him very briefly my conversations with Lea about being with other men. I didn't get into the physical issues – there wasn't time. "I think you are a charming and handsome man, Vassi, and if there were ever someone that Lea would even consider being with, I'd think you'd be as good a candidate as any. She certainly hit it off this afternoon with you, on a friendship level at least. However, if this is going to happen, it will have to be with three conditions."

"And they are ...?" he asked. 

"First, you are going to have to broach the issue with her. I have already talked with her about it and her response to me was negative. If I try to convince her to do this she will feel I am pressuring her and will simply refuse. Trust me on this, I know Lea. It is your charm that has the best possibility of making this happen, not my persuasiveness."

"I do trust you, and will take the initiative. Next?"

"If she does agree to do this, I will need to be in the room while you are with her."

"Let me understand," Vassi said, "You want to watch me make love to your wife?"

"I don't know if I do or not," I replied. "Please take no offense from this – I have absolutely no reason not to trust you. But there is no way that I am going to let Lea alone with another man, no matter how positively I think of him, on the same day we met, just as a matter of principle. And I don't think Lea would feel secure enough to do that either. As strange as it sounds, I think she would do this with a friend as new as you ONLY if I were there."

"OK," he replied. "And the third condition?"

"Lea is a traditionalist as far as sex goes, so far as I know. Unless she initiates something, there cannot be any kinky stuff, no pain, no bondage, no anal sex."

"I'm fine with that," Vassi responded. "It isn't my style either."

"By the way, if this does happen, I have one suggestion. Just below the base of her neck on either side, just inside her shoulder blades, are spots that are very sensitive for Lea. Kissing those spots really arouses her."

At that moment Lea returned from the rest room, and we settled down to our dinner. The conversation continued as before, with Vassi once again engaging with Lea, obviously (to me) trying to get her as comfortable with him as possible for when he might broach the issue of the rest of the evening. Since we had had two bottles of wine among us with the meal, all of us were feeling pretty good as the meal drew to a close. Lea was laughing and being very attentive to Vassi, even touching his arm at several points as she made a comment to him. She was also unconsciously rubbing her palms together, a sure sign that she was feeling the wine, and maybe even feeling a little aroused. Because of all the food, nobody really wanted dessert, so we were just finishing off the remainder of the wine and relaxing after the entrees when Vassi turned again to Lea.

"Lea, I must tell you what wonderful companions you and Ken have been today. I have really enjoyed getting to know both of you, though I must say I find you a lot more enticing than him."

"Well, I'm flattered, Vassi. I'm glad you aren't more attracted to my husband than me – I might have to worry about your 'orientation'!"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I'm definitely female-oriented in that way. And speaking of that, while you were away I made a rather forward comment to your husband about how you really know how to interact with a man to make him feel appreciated and desirable. And how you are the type of woman that a man like me sees as desirable ...... in all kinds of ways."

Lea's face clouded over a little. "Are you saying that you indicated a physical interest in me to Ken?"

"I must admit that's precisely what I did. I'm sorry if I've upset you by being straightforward about what I said." 

"I'm not upset really – I'm rather flattered to tell you the truth. I mean, you're a great-looking man and all, and I'm an older woman. It isn't clear to me why you'd have an interest in me."

Vassi interrupted. "Lea, it's obvious you don't realize how attractive you are and how enticing you are just being yourself." 

Lea replied, "Well I must admit that I am rather flustered by all of this, and a little bit "antsy" as well, if you know what I mean. It's just that broadening my sex life is something I've never done and it goes against my morality principles. Ken, what did you say when Vassi made his remarks?"

"I told him about the conversations I have had with you on this topic, and said to him that you were resistant to considering relations with another man. You know from our discussions that I would be understanding and accepting if you did this. But I know that the decision has to be yours."

Lea wrinkled her nose with concern. "But Ken, do you really think that I could go off to have sex with Vassi after I've known him for only half a day, and leave you in the lurch? No disrespect to you, Vassi. Your offer is flattering to this old lady, and I must say I find you EXTREMELY appealing, but I wouldn't feel safe going with you alone in just this short time."

Vassi turned to her, and reached to hold the tips of her fingers with his hands. I noticed Lea did not pull them away. "Lea, we both knew that you would not be comfortable doing that." And then he twisted the truth a little. "So that's why I suggested to your husband that he be with us if we did this."

"So you're proposing that my husband watch while we have sex?" Lea asked incredulously. Her voice was sort of harsh, but I noticed that she was rubbing her thumbs over his hands while she was talking. 

"It's a safety issue," I replied. Of course I told Vassi that I would not be comfortable with you going off with him by yourself. So if you did this, what other possibility would there be except for me to be there with you? If I am going to be accepting and understanding of this, I will be if I am present." 

Lea was quiet for a moment. I could tell that she was really hesitant to do anything like this, but I also had noticed a change in her manner since Vassi had touched her hands. She had not taken her hands away, she was leaning in toward him more, she was looking at him directly, and her breathing seemed to have gotten a little more distinct and deeper. It seemed to me as if the possibilities of this situation were actually finding their way into her sexual subconscious. Clearly this was the crucial time. Which way would she go?

Still holding her fingertips and looking straight into her eyes, Vassi gave her a supportive smile. Not the broad, fake used-car-salesman grin that he knew would look overanxious and cheesy, but a sort of mid-range, warm smile intended to support her and make her feel comfortable. "Lea," he said, "I realize I've thrown a lot at you the past few minutes about something that is unsure to you. Should we leave the restaurant and walk for awhile to give you time to ponder?"

Lea gave a big sigh. "That won't be necessary. Ken, I think you know me well enough to realize that Vassi has piqued my interest. Wellllll ... that's probably an understatement. Actually, this discussion, and the presence of this very appealing man in front of me, has me tight as a drum sexually right now. I think I'm willing to do this, but I'm going to be nervous, and I have no idea what type of sexual partner I will be or how this will turn out. And Ken, I am going to look to you and ask assurance from you that you are OK with this until the point where it has gone too far to turn back. I do not want to risk 45 years for one night. And that's the other reason I'm even considering this – we are flying out tomorrow, so this is an isolated situation. Now if we're going to do this, let's go. I think the best place is back at our hotel. I'm sure I won't want to do anything but collapse after this is over, and we do have to leave midday tomorrow."

Vassi and I both let out our own big sighs. The die had been cast. He looked at my wife very seriously and said, "I realize the courage that it takes for you to have made this decision, Lea. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make this evening supremely pleasurable for you." 

Lea chuckled back at him flirtatiously: " Somehow I get the feeling that you have quite a bit of power available to do just that!" 

I paid the bill, and we got up from the table. As we left I noticed Lea bump into Vassi so that one of her breasts brushed him on the way by. So she really was committing herself to this for sure. We walked back to the hotel, Lea between us, holding my hand and asking a couple of times on the way, "You're sure you're OK?" 

She seemed more nervous the closer we got to the hotel, but she was picking up the pace a little, as if, now that she was committed to sex, she was aroused enough to want it to start as soon as possible. She and Vassi were subtly rubbing their sides against each other, and a couple of times he reached out to touch her shoulder or arm. He was obviously trying to keep stoking her sexual interest in him now that she had admitted her initial arousal. 




Change in Friendship



St. Louis is a town that I have not been back to since I graduated college over 20 years ago. When the opportunity came up to go a work convention in my old stomping ground I jumped at it. Even though most of my friends are not living in the area, I still wanted the chance to relive my youth. 

The one person that I do know that still calls St. Louis home is an old girlfriend of mine. Nina and I have one of those casual relationships . You know , the kind that you take turns calling each other every few months. 

When we were a couple we were pretty hot and steamy. She was my first true sexual relationship since my high school days were on the lame side. Once we started doing it, we couldn’t stop. In the months that we dated, it never got boring. We did it any time or place and in any position. You name it, we did it. You may ask why we ended our time together, but that is a story for another time. What is most important is that we remained friends.

When I called Nina to let her know that I was going to be in town for a few days, she insisted that I stay at her estate. After college, Nina struck it rich by marrying a neurosurgeon in his last year of residency. She did not have to put up with the crap of medical school or most of the training and gets to reap all of the benefits. She of course does not work, and a big decision for her is which outfit to wear to the club for lunch. She has a team of servants including a maid, cook, chauffeur, and gardener. Living in the lap of luxury for a few days was impossible to turn down. 

When I got off the plane, Nina’s car service was waiting for me at the gate. There was vodka and rum waiting for in the car. I felt it was rude to not partake of the generosity so I fixed myself a drink. The drive went by quickly. 

Sitting in the car I noticed something white sticking out from the seat crack. Not thinking about it, I pulled on the cloth and out came a pair of women’s panties. At that moment, we pulled up the front of the mansion, so I quickly pushed the silk and lace undergarment back between the seats. I gave no thought as to whose they were.

When I entered the front door, Nina was just coming in from playing tennis on her personal lighted courts. She ran over and gave me a hug and kiss. I blushed a little at the affectionate greeting. 

“How was your trip, “she asked 

“The flight was smooth and the ride over was great,” I replied as my voice cracked slightly.

She was dressed in one of those short little tennis outfits and her nipple hard on was showing through the top. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her skin was glistening due the light layer of sweat from playing tennis. I forgot how gorgeous she was since it had been so long since I last saw her.

“I want to let you know that you have the run of the house and that I cleared my schedule. George is away playing golf in Hilton Head and I want to spend as much time as we can together this weekend,”she blurted out with a smile. 

We made plans for an early dinner the next night since my old fraternity was throwing a party that I wanted to attend. I have always kept in touch with the house so I wanted to show my support. 

I wished her a good night sleep and told her not to let the bed bugs bite. The funny thing is, I could have sworn I heard her purr when I mentioned bitting. It must have been my imagination.

When I awoke the next morning, breakfast was already on the table. Nina was not up yet since it was very early. I had to get to the conference and take care of business. There was a huge spread on the table but as I sat down, a beautiful tall blond in one of those skimpy maids outfits brought out a hot cup of coffee. I could not help noticing her white, silk and lace panties as she bent over to pick up something that I “accidentally” dropped on the floor. It seems like the high and mighty doctor had a patient on the side. 

After finishing breakfast, I ran to the conference. Even though I spent the whole day at the conference, I had trouble taking my mind off of those luscious white milky thighs and the breasts that went along with them. 

After the educational and boring conference, I was looking forward to dinner with Nina. When I returned to the mansion, I showered and freshened up for dinner. Nina, was already at the table when I came in. She got up to greet me and I got a look at the long light blue, tight fitting, silky dress she was wearing. It showed off just enough, but kept the mind guessing.

We made small talk and had a few drinks as we waded through the first few courses. She surprised me by remembering that duck was my favorite and again was smirking when it was brought out by yet another beautiful blond. Only this time, it was the cook. She was not wearing a skimpy outfit but it was tight fitting and got my imagination kicked into second gear. I of course noticed the outline of her lace panties through her pants. I wondered to myself what color they were. 

We finished eating and went on to desert and a nightcap It was the most unbelievable chocolate mouse with homemade whipped cream. Nina seemed to really go crazy for it. She kept slowly licking her spoon trying to get every morsel. The strange thing is that she never took her eyes off of me the whole time. 

After dinner, Nina was nice enough to have her car service take me to the fraternity house. It had been a long time since I partied hard, so it was not long before I started to get tipsy. As I remembered, the more you drink, the better looking the girls get. Since I am divorced, I was flirting big time, but the ladies did not seemed interested in an old geezer. Since I still had to get up early for the conference the next morning I called it a night. 

Even though I was sleepy from the drinks at dinner and than the party, my mind kept flashing between the beautiful blond maid and the beautiful blond cook. A night with either might just give me a heart attack!

I crawled into my king size bed and was just starting to doze off when I heard the door creak open. Almost instantaneously I felt someone grab my left arm. My first reaction was to jump up and get out of bed, but than someone grabbed my right arm. Like my left arm, it was quickly being tied to the bedpost with what felt like rope. 

I began thrashing around being that my arms were immobilized and it was pitch dark in the room. My mind started racing. Was I being robbed? Who was doing this to me? All of a sudden my legs were under siege. It felt like a thousand hands were all over me. Before I knew it, my legs were both tied down. 

I realized that I was so surprised that I wasn’t screaming. I opened up my mouth to let out a howl to maybe get some help and I felt something get shoved in cutting off my scream. All that came out was a muffled whimper. I felt a strap get pulled around the back of my head and get tied into place. 

Here I was tied spread eagle on my back with something stopping me from talking. As my eyes began to get adapted to the darkness and I saw what looked like three people walking around my room. It was almost as if they sensed that I was starting to regain my site when a blindfold snuffed out whatever little vision I had. Now I was really in a jam. I was truly helpless. 

A feminine voice rang out from the darkness,”Now that you aren’t going anywhere for a while we are going to relax and catch our breath. You put up quite a fight.” A few seconds later the door slammed shut. 

I felt like I was laying there for hours but I know it was only a few minutes before the door creaked open again. 

A different female voice sweetly whispered into my ear, “We are going to prepare you now. You will not be hurt in any way.”

I felt a cool damp towel on the inner part of my thighs and my balls and penis. It was replaced with a warm towel which actually didn’t feel that bad. What came next was a buzzing sound and what felt like a vibrator running up and down my private parts. I realized that I was being shaved. I felt ashamed and scared at the same time. What was I being prepared for?. 

The vibration was replaced with the damp towel and than shaving cream was applied to the same area. It seems that I was going to get a close shave. With every scrape of the razor my erection became more pronounced. My balls felt cold, yet alive. Once my “shave” was complete I was once again toweled off. This time the towel did not just stick to my front though. I felt two hands raise my ass off of the bed while the towel moistened and thoroughly cleaned it off. It felt odd to have another person do that since the last time was when I was in diapers. 

I thought that they were done with the preparation when I felt a tube inserted into my freshly cleaned asshole. I have had many sexual experiences including anal sex, but I never imagined that mine would become the focus of attention. It was not painful, but it felt odd. All of a sudden my bladder started to fill up with a warm liquid and I realized I was getting an enema. As the liquid continued to enter me, the pressure became immense. It felt like a thousand people were sitting on my bladder. Right before the explosion releasing the contents of my bladder, a cold bedpan was placed under my ass. If the pressure wasn’t enough to deal with, I felt the touch of a hand across my freshly shaved balls. I couldn’t hold it a second longer. The release was like an orgasm, only more intense. My body shook and convulsed for what seemed like forever and as quickly as the tube was placed into my ass, it was removed. There was little to no hesitation in the actions of those who held me captive. I had the feeling that this was not the first time they had made this preparation.

“You are now ready to meet your mistress,” were the next words that I heard from two voices in unison. The door opened and I heard the clicking of high heeled shoes on the wood floor coming closer. 

“Mmmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmpph mmph,” was not what I meant to say, but that was all that came out of my mouth due to my gag. 

“Please do not fight me anymore. You are my captive and are now mine,”said a different feminine voice.

This voice was not like all of the others. It was almost familiar but different in some way. 

“You will learn to serve me and those who serve me,” said that hypnotic voice.

With that my gag was removed and water was poured down my parched throat. I took in a gasp of air but before I could say a word someone sat on my face. 

“You are now going to lick clean and give pleasure to my favorite pet. Stick out your tongue and don’t stop until you are told.”

I did not want to anger anyone at this point considering my predicament. I began to lick like there was no tomorrow. Her pussy tasted wonderful. I felt no hair scratching my face so I assume she was also shaved. Within minutes, the body attached to that sweet pussy began to convulse. The juices were going all over when she was ordered to get off. Another pussy quickly replaced the first.

“You did such a great job, I decided to let my other pet enjoy your talents as well,” said my captor.

Again I began to lap at the hairless pussy in front of me. By this time my mouth and tongue were beginning to get tired. I began to slow down my pace and than I felt someone grab and twist my nipple. I guess it got the desired response when I picked up my pace. 

All of sudden I felt something moist caressing my anus. A tongue was probing and tickling the edges and venturing in and out of my hole. The pleasure of the tongue bath drew my attention away from my primary duty, the pussy on top of my face. I got another pinch and twist of my nipple as a reminder to keep up the pace. The pussy in my face started to shake and shimmy and I heard a tremendous moan. The convulsions ceased and immediately the both women’s juices were wiped off of my face. More water was poured down my throat and I was given a minutes break. I breathed deep and hard trying to catch my breath. 

My struggle to regain myself the best I could was difficult considering the pleasure I was feeling from my tongue bath. The softness and playful nature of that tongue was mind blowing. I was concentrating on the pleasure, and I didn’t realize that another gag was strapped around the back of my head. I couldn’t tell what was different about this one but it felt heavier. 

The tongue that was darting in and out of my asshole was quickly replaced by a finger. They must have used some sort of lubrication since it slid right in. Soon two and than three fingers were pulsing in and out. It felt like I was alive for the very first time. 

Next thing I knew, something hard started to press into my anus. I began to squirm at the immense pressure, but the caress of several sets of hands on my chest seemed to ease the pain. Before I knew it, my asshole was enveloping this long plastic phallus. When I thought that I could not take in anymore, I did. I felt the thighs of the wearer of this device brush up against my own. What a turn on!

The next thing I knew, I felt the weight of a person bucking up and down on top of my face. What was she doing? What was making her moan as she now did? Whatever it was, I was a part of her pleasure. 

At the same time I was being violated and somehow giving another woman pleasure, I felt another woman climb on and take my penis into her pussy. She was so wet I could almost taste it. I was getting what any man in the entire world wanted, three women at once. I am not sure that anyone would have imagined it would be like this. 

This groups gyration kept going for several minutes. The moaning and groaning was like a chorus. All of a sudden the blindfold which had blocked my vision was ripped off. There were mirrors all over the room. They were on the ceiling, and all of the walls. I saw the three women all over me and immediately felt my orgasm starting to come to a head. There was a woman sitting on my face, one on my torso and another straddling my ass. 

Since my eyes were slowly getting light adapted, I did not recognize the faces of the three women. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My entire body began convulsing. I shot my load and had the most intense feeling I have ever had. Slowly, the moaning and groaning stopped and the women began to peel themselves off of me. Finally, the faces of my captors cam in to focus. The beautiful blond maid had been straddling a penis shaped gag that was stopping me from talking. The beautiful blond cook was removing herself from around my waist. 

The final participant was the shocker. Nina stood before my eyes wearing a strap on dildo. She walked over and removed the gag from my mouth. I honestly had nothing say. I was so surprised. 

“You will now refer to me as Mistress Nina. You are lucky that I let you have pleasure at all on your first night as my pet.” Not many are that lucky,” Nina stated. 

“You will return one weekend a month to serve me and my other pets and you will learn to love it,” said my new Mistress. 

“Do not speak to me now. Gina and Tina will release you from the ropes that bind you. They will wash and clean you inside and out. Do not try to fight them in any manner or you will be very sorry,” reported Mistress Nina.

With that, she strolled out of the room with the strap on still between her legs. Gina and Tina released my arms and legs and bathed me in one on the giant whirlpools at the mansion. I was lead back to my room and upon stepping inside the door was slammed shut and the lock clicked into place. I guess this was a subtle way of letting me know that my vacation had just been extended. 

As I lay down to finally go to sleep, I realized that both the cook and the maid were both wearing white, lace and silk panties. Was it the doctor or the doctor’s wife that had the patients on the side? Just than a terrible thought popped into my head: What would tomorrow night bring?