10 comments/ 29278 views/ 3 favorites For the Stranger in 6B By: peachesmelba I've been watching you now for quite some time. I know that your apartment is a mirror image of mine and you're not very consistent about closing your drapes. Sometimes I think that you know I'm over here, watching you, but you seem to think I'm harmless. Well, all things considered, I guess you're right - I AM fairly harmless. But I know quite a lot about you now. For one thing, you have VERY expensive tastes. Everything you own seems to be first class - absolutely top shelf. Have to admit, your apartment looks just like something out of one of those magazines - cold, sterile and very expensive. Doesn't seem to have made you very happy though. Your women look just the same. They've got that starved model look down pat, so I guess maybe I should say they look cold, sterile, STARVED and expensive. Hard to imagine one of them mussing her hair or makeup to give you a blow job. Doesn't seem to happen very much either from what I've seen. Probably a good thing you can't see the looks on their faces sometimes when you're eating them out or when they're on top....frigid bitches for the most part. What's that line....'full of sound and fury, signifying nothing'? That's the look on their faces when they pretend to cum for you. Now me, on the other hand, no one will ever describe me as pinched or starved looking. Or expensive looking either, for that matter. I work in a nursing home, not for a modeling agency, and I am barely taller than I am big around, built like a prehistoric earth goddess. I have ass-length chestnut brown hair that falls straight as a waterfall from the top of my head to my hips, and skin so milk white and transparent you can see my veins. Last, but not least I have tiny hands and feet. If you were to believe old wives' tales you'd think I had a twat about the size of a matchbox based on my hands and feet, but sometimes appearances are deceiving. As for being frigid, well, let me just say that women who can enjoy one sensual pleasure can usually enjoy them all with equal facility... But I digress... I was telling you some of the things I know about you, and how I know them. I know that you live in 6B because your apartment building is built on the same level as mine. And the east apartments are always lettered B, D, F, etc. Since I live in west 6A and you have the corner apartment also, you live in 6B. I know you look good naked when you step out of your shower in the morning, solidly built, more muscle than fat. I can't really guess your age but I suspect, from the "arm candy" you date, that you're probably older than you look. And there is that touch of gray in your body hair as well. Finally, I know that that when you are depressed, or lonely, or upset about something you sit out on your balcony at night, smoke cigars and drink alone. Or sometimes you play guitar very quietly. Lately there's been a lot of cigar smoke and guitar music drifting through my balcony doors at night... Now if there's one thing I cannot stand it is a depressed man! The thing that's been puzzling me the past few days is how to take your mind off your troubles, so that I can get some sleep if for no other reason. I can't very well show up at your door naked with a pecan pie and whipped cream. Well, I guess I could, but I'd rather not risk spending the night in jail or on the Psych Ward. I think though that I finally have a plan, and Saturday night, when it's new moon and so dark outside that there won't be any external light sources as distraction, that's when my plan goes into effect... I know lots of men think women love to be spontaneous about sex, and we do. There's a lot to be said though for having several days to think about things and plan them out to the smallest detail. And I have to tell you, by Saturday afternoon I was spending almost every waking minute that I was alone with my hands down my panties and I still couldn't seem to make myself cum hard enough. Just thinking about what I had planned....well, considering how little experience you seemed to have with "chubby chicks", what I was planning was going to 'rock your world'! ### I spent Saturday morning at the salon getting waxed baby smooth. Then I made a trip to the florist, and several other stores until I had exactly the right scented candles and "garnishments" for the dish I was preparing. Home to clean and prepare everything, making certain the flowers are perfectly arranged, and the candles situated for optimal lighting. The large mirror that hangs at the head of the bed has to be re-adjusted so that the viewing angle is slightly better. I strip the bed to just the bottom sheet and put the deep turquoise sheet on, knowing it will bring out the blue of my eyes. I top the queen-sized bed with lots of pillows and include my big, specially modified body pillow, making sure that the special items I want are close at hand and easy to find before stepping back to look around, satisfied with my preparations in the bedroom. Into the kitchen then to get some things ready in there. I want to ice down the champagne flutes and chill the Asti. I also make my own fudge sauce and prepare real whipped cream. None of that frozen, packaged, overly sweetened crap in my kitchen. I'm a firm believer in real, honest, homestyle cooking....in the kitchen and the bedroom. Finally, as the afternoon starts to lengthen, it's time to start preparing myself. I start with a warm shower so that I can wash my hair. That takes a while all by itself. Then I wash every nook and cranny with the special rose silk body wash, paying special attention to my hungry pussy, opening the folds and letting the water run down my body without impediment, tickling my lips and ass. My excitement level is definitely up by this point, my nipples are erect and tightly ridged, stiff and sensitive even to the flow of the water running over them. Once I've rinsed and towel dried my hair, wrapping it in a drying sheet, I move to the edge of the garden tub. With it's mirrored surround it is the perfect spot for the next step in my preparations. Spreading my legs widely, as the tub fills, I examine my slit to make sure it is perfect and totally hairless for you. As I spread myself, looking in the mirror and reflecting on what you're going to see, I know that initially you'll see the plump, pink pout of my slit. Smooth and hairless as a baby's butt I watch as arousal changes the color from pink to a deeper rose flush and the ruffled lips of my labia begin to swell and make their presence known. There is a glisten of moisture on the inner edge of my lips as they continue to swell and they darken to nearly a burgundy color. Tracing the line of my cunt with one finger I gather the moisture to annoint the head of my cobalt blue bullet vibe. First I use it on my nipples and as I turn it on high, touching first one nipple, then the other, I know that I'm going to cum very hard and very fast. All I can do right now is stuff the vibrator into my streaming cunt, while my other hand twists and pinches my nipples. I'm crying out and I'm coming, but it's not nearly enough yet. Sliding into the warm water I add scented oils, continuing my prep, and finishing before the water gets cool. After toweling off I oil up with the special blend of cocoa butter and Vitamin E oil that keeps my skin smooth as satin. I want extra oil tonight for the highlights, and by the time I'm done I glisten all over like new minted silver. Combing out my hair and tying it back I realize that everything is done, and that darkness is falling outside on the balcony. ### As I open my balcony doors and pull back the drapes I know that everything truly is in place when I hear a soft strum of guitar music and catch the faint scent of cigar smoke on the night breeze. The cool air strokes my fevered flesh like a lover's hand and I can hardly wait for the main event to begin. I turn on the CD player and the hoarse soulful sounds of Tina Turner singing "Private Dancer" echo out into the night while I begin to light the scented vanilla and musk candles. Like many bigger people I'm surprisingly light on my feet. Years of dance lessons, yoga, and even belly dancing have taught me how to use my body and move to the rhythms I'm hearing. As I move into your view, naked and glowing in the candlelight I hear a discordant twang as the guitar music stutters to a stop. I already know that you are sitting in the corner of the glider, next to the small table that holds your liqour and glass and an over-sized ashtray for your cigar. It's where you always sit. During the preceding days, whenever you weren't at home, I checked out all the angles and lines of sight from my apartment. You are the only person who will have a full view of what happens next. The apartments at 6D and 7B would have to seriously strain their necks in order to get a glimpse of my gift to you. If they choose to, then perhaps the more the merrier, but tonight is only for you. Still moving to the music I go into the kitchen, bringing out the ice bucket, Asti and frozen glasses, putting them on the table on my patio. I know you can see that there are two glasses and now you're thinking that I am preparing for my lover. It's true, I am, but what you haven't yet realized is that you are my lover tonight...or I am yours. I hear the faint clink of bottle on glass and know that, for now at least, you are not thinking about whatever has been bothering you lately. I smile to myself and toss my head, flipping the long dark tail of my hair around my body like a veil as I open the wine and pour myself a glass. Moving to the edge of the balcony where I know the night is darkest, I pull my hair back behind my ears again. As my arms stretch up, and move behind my head I know that my breasts are now thrusting into view, as though, you might think, I am offering them to you. I sip my wine, still moving occasionally to the beat of the music, and enjoying the cool of the night, the faint hint of salt air from the on shore breeze. Dipping one finger in my wine I allow the drops to fall onto one erect nipple, knowing that you cannot see details, but that your mind is supplying all the vision that your eyes lack at the moment. I begin to circle my nipples, first one, then the other, with wine wet fingers. The chill effervescence of the wine provides an added, exotic stimulus to the nipple play. I wonder suddenly how it would feel, and then I have to know, dipping several fingers into the wine I move them, out of your view, to my hot, aching cunt. Oh God, it feels so glorious that I spread my legs, throwing back my head and moaning with my first orgasm of the night. I know that I have your undivided attention now as I bring my fingers to my lips, licking and sucking my juices from them. Mixed with the taste of the wine I am delicious and I wish it were you sucking my fingers. I dip them to my honeypot again, making certain you know what I'm doing by putting one foot onto the chair seat next to me. I fill my wine glass again and now I fill the second glass too, placing it carefully on the balcony rail. Tipping my glass toward you slightly, as you sit quietly in the dark, I clink the glasses together and drain mine before moving back into the bedroom and then the kitchen, for the remainder of my "supplies". Coming back from the kitchen I see the ghostly glimmer of your white shirt that means you have moved to the edge of your balcony. Sitting on the edge of my bed I spread my legs wide, and hear you catch your breath. Yes, I do have a beautiful pussy, and I know that, smooth and hairless as it is tonight, you have an unobstructed view. I am still wet with the dew from my first cum, and throbbing slightly, so my orchid pulses in the candlelight and night air. My nipples are taut but not yet hard and I thumb them into turgid peaks. I have large nipples, big as teacups and a warm cafe latte brown. They are more than a mouthful for most men and extremely sensitive. I've been known to come just from nipple stimulus in the past, but not tonight. Tonight I want more, much, much more. Turning I lay down on the bed, my spread legs toward the mirror and my head hanging off the end, breasts standing tall and proud. I reach into the bowl at the foot of the bed and taking a dollop of the cold whipped cream I first top one nipple, and then the other, making sure you see me licking my fingers clean this time. Then taking the squeeze bottle of fudge sauce I drizzle fudge sauce all over the tops of my breasts, till it is running down the sides. I know that my breasts now look like huge vanilla ice cream sundaes and I cannot resist the urge to finger up a dollop of the whipped cream and fudge sauce, licking it from my fingers. Then I have a better idea and sliding one of my long, pink dildos from under the mattress I make sure that you see it in my hands as I begin to lick and suck the head, pretending it is you. I hear a faint groan from out of the night, and the soft whisper of a zipper coming down, as I dip the dildo into the whipped cream and fudge on my breasts, once again licking it clean. Again and again I wipe my tits with it, licking and sucking, occasionally taking it all the way down my open throat. By now I am so hot again I cannot wait for the next step. I need to come again and dropping both hands to my nipples, I begin to pull and tweak, imagining your hot mouth and lips on them. There, that slight pressure from my fingernails is your gentle nibble of teeth against the rock hard points. I am so hot for you now, so fucking horny, I cannot stand it any longer. Turning so that my juicy cunt is fully in your view, I grab my "fat boy dong". Annointing my slit with whipped cream I take the big, brown dildo and slide it into my aching hole. In the mirror overhead I can see that you've moved into your bedroom now, with the lights on low. You've taken your equipment in hand and are matching my movements. Slow, slow at first, then increasing in rhythm and speed until I am pounding my pussy, the white of the whipped cream providing sharp contrast to the chocolate brown of my instrument and the flaming pink of my labia. I turn the motor on, high, as I thumb my nipples and continue the steady, pounding rhythm. God, baby I am so close now and licking my fingers I drop them to my clit, the hard pearl standing erect, already throbbing under my touch as I begin to stroke it, imagining your hand pumping me with my toy, while your lips and tongue tease and flicker over me. Now I'm screaming "Yes, yes, don't stop.....oh God yes" As my back arches with the glorious release of my explosion, I see you having your own explosion. I am licking and sucking my other toy again, in my mind not wanting to waste a glorious drop of your cum... ### Sometime later I hear a knock at the door and opening it I see you standing there. You smile somewhat sheepishly and begin to speak when you hear the deep bass rumble of a man's voice, "Damn baby, that was one helluva show. Thought I was gonna yank my pride right off at one point and then what would you do for.....Oh hey, I didn't hear the door, who is it?" As the looming 6 foot 5 inch 'black death' that is my husband wraps his arms around me, you pale slightly and say "Sorry...wrong apartment number..." For the Stranger in 6B Ch. 02 Sometime later I hear a knock at the door and opening it I see you standing there. You smile somewhat sheepishly and begin to speak when you hear the deep bass rumble of a man's voice. "Damn baby, that was one helluva show. Thought I was gonna yank my pride right off at one point and then what would you do for.....Oh hey, I didn't hear the door, who is it?" As the looming 6 foot 5 inch black death that is my husband wraps his arms around me, you pale slightly and say "Sorry...wrong apartment number." Ivan, however, unexpectedly throws back his head and laughs, white teeth flashing as he grins widely. He reaches past me with an open, welcoming hand. "Come on in, man. Guess you wanna meet the star of the show, huh?" Hugging me close to him and bending over to kiss the top of my head he says, "This is my Joy. Isabelle Hawkens. And I'm Hawk, Ivan Hawkens, but everyone calls me Hawk. Well don't just stand there man, come on in, have a glass of wine, or a beer or something." You look at me, somewhat bemused. I shrug slightly. I really have no idea what Ivan is up to at the moment, but you may as well come in. I smile to myself thinking at least you got out of your funk long enough to come find me, that's progress. I tighten the belt of my terrycloth robe, smiling again, like you haven't already seen everything I have to offer... Well, on second thought, you haven't yet. But you've certainly seen the map. Moving back from the doorway I wave you in and, like a man in a dream, you walk through the door and look around curiously. The thought suddenly occurs to me that you're taller than I'd imagined, but then, who isn't, I think more realistically. A similar thought must occur to you as I see you looking down at me and smiling. "Curt Warren" you say, holding out your hand and I shake it thinking to myself 'okay, I just spread myself and came loud enough to wake the neighbors for you....and NOW we're shaking hands!' My sense of the ridiculous is now fully inflamed and I look from our joined hands up at you to find that your hazel eyes are also twinkling with suppressed mirth. I start to laugh first, and soon I'm laughing so hard I've slid down the wall and am sitting on the floor, holding my sides. Wiping mirthful tears from my eyes I look up to see you leaning against the wall and laughing. I shake a finger at you and we both start laughing again. I hear a crashing and banging in the kitchen. Ivan calls, "Joy, baby, where's the veggie dip?" He comes to the kitchen door, looking puzzled, and stops cold when he see us. He looks even more puzzled for a moment when he views our hilarity, then, shaking his head and flashing his brilliant smile again, he comes to help me up saying, "Crazy white folks!" I reach up and pull his head down for a long, lingering kiss, realizing as I do that his hands are wandering and I'm in sudden danger of losing my robe. Breaking it off, I smile and pat him on the chest saying, "Yes sugar, I know, but you love us...." He turns to you conspiratorially and says, "Tell you what I love most about THAT white woman...You can find her in the dark!" Sticking my tongue out at your identical expressions of amusement and flipping my ponytail at you both I try to flounce into the kitchen, but it's dreadfully hard to flounce when you're 5 foot even, round as a Georgia peach, and wearing a bathrobe. Oh well, at least everyone seems to be getting along and having a good time. I'm still not sure why you're here, Mr. Warren, and I wish to God I knew what Ivan had in mind when he invited you in. Opening another bottle of Asti and grabbing freshly iced flutes from the freezer I pour for all of us. Ivan comes to wrap an arm loosely around me again and lifts his glass in a toast- "To you, Joy. You've made every day an adventure!" I see you drinking your toast along with us but there's a perplexed look on your face. "Wait, I'm confused," you say. "I thought your name is Isabelle. Is Joy your middle name?" "Man, don't you know your Bible?", Ivan answers, as he straightens from another search through the fridge. You look totally confused now. "Weeping and mourning may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning!", I quote, tossing my head at the tall man, standing behind me, adding, "It's his little joke." "Joke my ass" he protests. He begins to explain to you how we met, when his mother was in the nursing home under my care prior to her death and how I brought him home with me when he fell apart the night she died. This is helpful because it gets him out of the way so that I can get into the refrigerator and make the snacks. Setting out previously washed fruit and chopped veggies I thank the compulsiveness that makes me do such things in advance for lunches, snacks, munchies or whatever. This, I think with a smile, definitely falls under "whatever". I make up a tray of mixed veggies and find the veggie dip front and center on the top shelf of the fridge. Another tray for fruit with some extra whipped cream I'd prepared and also a small bowl of the homemade fudge sauce. Slicing some cheese and sausage I set out another tray with crackers and finally some chips and salsa. It's not much, I think, but not bad for short notice. And there's plenty more Asti, or even champagne in a pinch. I get down some more flutes to ice, some small plates, and linen napkins. I begin to move around the room, lighting additional candles here in the main room of the apartment, turning down the CD player and putting on a jazz-mix disc as more conducive to conversation. The soft, deep murmur of men's voices follows me through the apartment as I light a few candles out on the balcony as well, like subsonic elephant communication, I think. The deep, low notes seem to stir and vibrate within me, down to my very bones. It's a pleasant feeling and I pause, out-of-sight in the bedroom listening to the two of you talking. I definitely like the sound of your voice. Deep with some roughness around the edges, probably from too many cigars, or too much, was it Scotch I smelled when you came in. Ivan's voice is smoother, but at least as deep, if not deeper, dark rum I think. The night has gotten cooler so when I re-enter the great room I light the gas-fireplace. I see that you and Ivan are still in rapt conversation and I begin to have some notion of Ivan's possible intent. We haven't been married many years, but long enough for me to have some idea of the kinks in my husband's nature. For one thing, he enjoys watching and being watched as much as I do, perhaps more. I never quite know what's going to trigger such urges within him...but I have a feeling about you, Curt, and what adventures the night may yet hold. And, then, there's the matter of his.... I look up from my musing to see Ivan curling his fingertips at me in his "come here" signal. I curl up next to him and he wraps his right arm snugly around me, kissing me absently on the top of my head. I'm warm and comfortable, wrapped in the arms of the man I adore, I've had more than enough sparkling wine and as the gas fire logs snap and crackle I begin to drift into an almost dreamlike state, not paying any attention until I hear my name mentioned and realize it is Ivan speaking. "Well, I've got to ask man, what made you decide to come over here?" In my peripheral vision I see you flush. "I guess I thought she looked like she needed a hand..." At that Ivan gives a great bellow of laughter and, somewhat startled, both you and I look at him. "You don't know this about my Joy, but when everything's right, you don't even HAVE to lay a hand on her...you can talk her right over the edge!" I can feel your curious gaze at this statement as Ivan continues- "Kinda found this out by accident though, didn't we sweetheart?" At my nod he adds, "I thought she was bullshitting me the first time it happened, but then it happened again, and I got curious. Before long I'd talked her through half a dozen big orgasms and all I had to do was stay hard." I laugh then and add, "And considering you'd broken your leg skiing on our honeymoon, that was probably a big enough challenge anyway, hmm?" Then laugh again and pretend to duck as he pretends to take a swipe at me, which he turns into a tickle I can't escape from. In short order I am red-faced and laughing, begging him to stop. "Please baby! Mercy! I give!" You sit laughing and enjoying the show from the other end of the couch as I wiggle and fight in four different directions, none of which include the robe I'm now laying on. I hear you take a ragged breath and as Ivan bends to kiss me, reaching a long arm down my body to fondle me, I look up to see him glance down the couch at you and feel him smile against my lips. Whatever the man has planned, it seems it's working. I haven't seen him this smug since...well, since I first shared with him what I had planned for you. As for me, between Ivan's kissing and fondling, and the fact that you are now staring unashamedly at his ebony fingers as they stroke and caress my rosy folds, I feel my arousal levels starting to heat up again. I do love being watched, and now that I know that watching turns you on, it triples my level of excitement. I know Ivan can feel the sudden rush of blood to my nether region from the temperature and moisture changes and he gives a brief snort of amusement before letting go of me again. While I make a somewhat tardy attempt to cover myself I sneak a surreptitious look in your direction, only to discover you adjusting a fairly prominent bulge in the front of your slacks. The fact that there are now three of us present, instead of the relative privacy afforded the two of us earlier, doesn't seem to be putting you off very much and I begin to understand that Ivan and I have found a kindred soul. That, in fact, you have always known I was watching and have enjoyed putting on your little shows for me as much as I did for you earlier this evening. You catch me watching you now and smile at me, your hazel eyes flashing. I glance back at Ivan and see him give a barely perceptible wink and nod before turning back to you and reaching out a hand to pull you closer. Your lips cover mine somewhat hesitantly at first, warm, gentle, tender rather than passionate. I sense you watching Ivan as he moves up behind me, not quite 100% certain yet of what role you'll be playing tonight. Ivan bends to nuzzle me on the neck, taking the opportunity to slide his hands down to my waist and loosen the tie of the robe so that, as he steps away from us, he takes my robe with him. I feel your immediate response as your lips become more demanding, your tongue penetrates more deeply into my mouth, and you move closer to me on the couch. Your hard shaft is now making its presence known as you rub against my hip and thigh and I grasp you, through your slacks, stroking you firmly with the full length of my hand. I hear you groan softly, deep in your throat as I try, one handed to unbuckle your belt buckle. I sense, rather than hear your chuckle as you begin a lingering, nibbling kiss that trails from the corner of my jaw, just below my ear where my pulse now beats hot and strong, down to my collarbone. As I arch into you, trying to close any distance skin and flesh have conspired to create, I hear Ivan's low, gentle comment- "Greedy girl! Come here to me and let the man strip." I turn toward him, and he snags my ankles, pulling me down the length of the couch to a point where he can slide forward, burying his face in my pussy. His hands cradle the globes of my ass as he works his tongue in long waves from my ass to the tip of my clit and back. I can feel my lips begin to open fully under his loving attention and think how very well he knows me, and knows what will not only pump up my level of excitement, but maintain it at a high level for a long time. As my arousal level starts to really pick up I feel him sliding the point of his hot, wet tongue between my labia and into the very core of me, sucking as my juices begin to flow in ernest. With one hand now I feel him sliding his fingers, back and forth along my slit, wetting them, before slipping the first two into my now throbbing hole as I lift upward with my hips against his face, trying to increase the pressure against my cunt, as well as focus his attention on my clit. I hear the sound of hoarse breathing and startled, remember your presence. You're standing across the room watching us and stroking your cock and I realize how much bigger you are, all over, than I'd thought. While not as tall, or as lean as Ivan, you are more solidly muscular than he is. I assume you must go to tanning booths as there are no evident tan lines, and you are a healthy, golden brown all over. It's your cock though that holds my immediate attention. Nearly as long as Ivan's, but so thick I wonder if I'll be able to get my mouth fully around you. Holding out a hand I wave you closer and you come to the edge of the couch, looking down at our mingled bodies in something like wonder. "It's like looking at living art", you whisper to me hoarsely, and glancing down briefly at the tableau we present, I suppose I see your point. Ivan's ebony skin has taken on a sheen of perspiration so that the fire and candlelight glisten and flare in highlights against it. He works out every day and had aspirations in the boxing ring when he was a youth, so every muscle is clearly cut and defined without being overblown like a body-builder's. We are a study in contrasts, his sharp-edged, muscular height and leanness versus my smaller, softer, rounded rose and ivory form. I've lost all pretence at bashfulness now, and reaching up I grasp your cock firmly, giving you a little tug, to get you to kneel so I can finally get my mouth around the head of your prick. Wrapping both of my smaller hands around the base of your erection I give a slight pressure upward with my thumbs and see the first pearly drops of your precum materialize. Licking my lips in anticipation I open my mouth as widely as I can in order to slide the entire head of your shaft into my mouth. I can smell your arousal now, that musky male smell that indicates your excitement is more than just proximity and opportunity and closing my own eyes I give myself totally over to worshipping your cock. I've loved giving head ever since my first lover taught me how, starting with bananas and progressing, in short order to his own member. I love the taste of precum and cum, and the pulse and throb of an excited penis against my lips and tongue. I love having a man tangle his hands in my hair or grab my head to fuck my mouth and throat as he loses control. Most of all, I love knowing that I can create and control that level of excitement. And right at the moment I'm loving the low, guttural, moaning sounds you're making in the back of your throat, while you rock gently back and forth. Looking up at you I can tell that you are still watching Ivan's shaved head nestled between my thighs, his hands firmly grasping my hips as they begin to twitch uncontrollably with the approach of my orgasm. Letting your cock fall out of my mouth briefly for fear of biting down in my excitement I realize I'm crying out begging for more. "Let me?", you say reaching toward Ivan. He raises his face, glistening with my juices and, nodding, gives way for you, coming around to kiss me and share my taste with me. At my other end you are stuffing pillows under my ass and when I raise a questioning brow at you, you grin boyishly. "You did this thing, out on the balcony, and I almost came right then just watching you. I want to taste it too..." Reaching for the Asti bottle you hold it near the mouth of my vagina, waiting for my nod before you tilt it into me, filling me with the bubbling sweet wine which promptly begins foaming out. Quickly replacing the bottle with your mouth you begin drinking the cum mixed wine out of me. Your tongue action, different as it is from Ivan's, mixed with the bubbling action of the wine, soon sends me over the edge again into another thrashing climax. Your mouth stays glued to my cunt, drinking my juices, despite all my writhing. Your tongue is fucking me deeply and sweetly and the sounds of you wetly slurping me are so erotic. "Sshhh, baby....listen....does it feel as good as it sounds?", Ivan asks. I see an emerald gleam flash from your hazel eyes, your face still buried between my pussy lips. "Oh gawd yes....soooo good." I moan. "Are you going to cum again, baby?" Ivan asks. I pull his mouth down to my nipple in answer. He chuckles as he begins to lip and nibble the closest one, reaching across to fondle the other. Licking the palm of my hand I reach for his cock and begin to fondle him. The sounds and smells of sex are beginning to overwhelm the sounds of jazz from the stereo and the smell of the scented candles. I feel you moving upward, focusing your attention now on my clit as you slide several, thick, curled fingers into me. You bite down firmly against the base of my clit, sucking hard for a moment and then, as you release the pressure and the blood begins to flow back into the now overly sensitized head of my clit, you blow against it gently. I've never felt such a powerfully explosive orgasm in my life and every muscle in my body contracts as I cry out, my fluids gushing over your hand and the pillows below. "FUCK ME!" echoes through the apartment. You and Ivan grin smugly at each other. I see Ivan nod at you, but at this point I really don't care which one of you it is, I just need someone's cock filling me. You slide the head of your prick up and down my slit a few times to get it wet, and then with one firm smooth push, slide into me balls deep. It's a good thing I've come so much and am so very wet, as it is I can barely stretch to encompass your girth. I feel my labia trying to grip and hold as you begin to move in and out of me, and with my ass so high on the pillows I can watch your rod pistoning me. Ivan is watching too and I can feel his prick twitching in my hand, knowing his excitement level is rising and he is wanting to cum as well. Turning to me he says, "Baby, sit up on his cock. Ride him." Looking over my shoulder you seem to have some idea what Ivan has in mind and reaching for my hands pull me forward so I am sitting up, facing you, in your lap as you kneel below me. I can sense Ivan is removing the pillows that were under my ass and now I feel his warm hands, and long fingers, separating my ass cheeks, finding my rosy center and rubbing it warmly with some lubricant. I feel the pressure as he inserts first one, and then two fingers into my ass, fucking me firmly from behind, as you fill me strongly in front. Leaning back against Ivan now I can feel his hard shaft firmly nestled against my buttocks, while his fingers work their magic in my ass. Your hands are on my breasts now, teasing and stroking my nipples and I know that I'm going to cum again hard. As Ivan feels the muscles in my ass begin to twitch he removes his fingers. "No, don't," I cry out. But leaning forward once more he slides into me with his long hard cock. I can feel the two of you moving inside me and I know you can feel each other moving through the thin walls of muscle separating vagina from anus. Your hands increase their pressure on my nipples as your lips come down hard on mine. Ivan's hands are on my ass, rocking me back and forth to add to the sensation the two of you are getting. His hot lips are on the back of my neck as he kisses, bites and sucks while his passion builds. Suddenly I'm cumming, my back arches, pussy and ass muscles clamp in waves, milking both your cocks simultaneously. The extra stimulus is too much and now you are both cumming, flooding me with hot sticky rivers of mancum. For the Stranger in 6B Ch. 02 As the three of us collapse in exhaustion, into sleep on the couch I can't help thinking it's a good thing we bought the twelve footer with the washable seat covers... For the Stranger in 6B Ch. 03 The following weeks seem to flow by in a dream. I've never felt time seem to move so swiftly, and stand still at the same time. You and Ivan become best of friends, spending much of your waking time together - much of your sleeping time together as well, as we three always seem to be together. I have no complaints - I am getting at least twice as much great sex as I ever have before - and opportunities for fun and adventure seem boundless. Ivan trusts me with you as though I were, in fact, with him. Whatever one or the other of you dream of to do, already knowing I am game, is planned and implemented. And when he has to leave town, which is fairly frequently as usual, he knows that I am 'in good hands' as it were. I have to admit, I enjoy being around you, Curt Warren. You are both intelligent and street smart, qualities not always found together, but ones that had initially drawn me to Ivan. You think fast and have a dry, somewhat twisted sense of humor, something I always find personally appealing working in the medical field as I do. Your tastes in music are similar to Ivan and mine, and we three are not incompatible, as we found out that moonless night, in the bedchamber. You are developing an appreciation for fuller figured women, learning that we can be as sexy and exciting, in and out of bed, as the more socially accepted Paris Hilton types. You are clean in your body, always a necessity in my mind when planning to share myself, and perhaps best of all, you can cook. That restaurant that you own isn't simply there as investment or income, you actually work there too-donning your chef's coat, creating menu, training chefs, circulating among the clientele. Le Cuisinier Amoureux (I always get a silent giggle over the name, "The Amorous Cook") is a very quiet, not hideously expensive French restaurant, specializing in more traditional, hearty French fare - and most infamous for its cassoulet with white beans, a hint of roasted garlic and truffles, but using venison sausage rather than the more traditional pork. My personal favorite however was the coq au vin blanc...perhaps because you created it for me, but also because I loved the clean, summery flavors of the white wine and tarragon. One of the things, which I personally am most in awe of, is your ability to stand in my open refrigerator door, hips swathed in a bath towel (if that), and to take whatever you find available and make a meal for two or three. And tonight, if I am not mistaken, on exiting the shower I am smelling sautéed onions, peppers, hmmm, zucchini perhaps, with garlic, basil and something unidentifiable but mouthwatering. Wrapping a towel around my dripping locks I head for the bedroom where Ivan is packing to leave on another "business" trip. "Baby, check and make sure the gun is unloaded and locked and get it in it's case for me would you while I grab some clothes." As I nod and proceed to dismantle his weapon as instructed, fitting it with the lock and nestling it into the locking gun case, Ivan continues, "Joy baby, have you checked the weather in Mexico City today?" "Yes love, it's hot. It's always hot in Mexico City. And this time of year it may rain, a lot." He pauses in his packing to tilt up my chin and kiss me deeply. "All right, Joyous, out with it. What's wrong?" "I'm just going to miss you, that's all. You've been gone a lot this year..." I trail off, knowing that even to myself I sound whiny and pitiful, which I hate. Ivan chuckles as he resumes his packing. "So, even your new 'boy toy' isn't keeping you busy enough when I'm gone?" I had to laugh too at that comment, "Puhleez, sugar, Curt is what, a year and a half younger than I am...hardly makes me a cougar...or him a 'boy toy'. And yes, I love being with him, it's just......" "Just what, baby?" Ivan comes to stand between my legs, tilting my chin to look up at him and taking the towel off my hair so he can wrap his hands in it. "Just...not the same," I said as I rub my face against his crotch. "I love you, Ivan Hawkens, madly, passionately, and admittedly insanely." I was smiling at him now, behind the tangled wet mass of my hair, feeling the stirring below my cheek that indicates perhaps I can get another short 'farewell' before he has to finish packing and leave. However, at that moment I heard the banging of a wooden spoon against a pot along with the announcement from the kitchen that you are planning to 'slop the hogs with it' if we don't come and eat immediately. "Son of a.........." Ivan laughs pulling me off the edge of the bed and smacking my ass, "C'mon, Mrs. Hawkens, you know how 'the amorous cook' gets if we're not immediate and appreciative of his efforts!" Laughing again I have to admit, "Well, appreciative is NEVER the problem. You could die happy just smelling that kitchen!" As the three of us eat dinner, chatting over the day just past, the evening yet to come and the week ahead with our plans for getting Ivan to the airport in time for his flight tonight and then to pick him up again when notified, there is a great deal of laughter and joking. Singing along with whatever "oldie" is playing on the CD mix and poking fun at each other for alternately forgetting and remembering lyrics from hits of eras before any of us were born. I love seeing your chin drop when I grab a wooden spoon to use as a mock microphone and belt out "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B", but you got me back when you retrieve it for a Tom Cruise-"Risky Business" version of "Old Time Rock and Roll". I am laughing so hard my sides hurt while Ivan continues to eat, all the while muttering about "crazy white folks" under his breath...until "Heard it Through the Grapevine" comes on and he immediately wants the two of us to not only sing back up for him but also to shadow his choreography...our laughing collapse on various pieces of furniture is inevitable at that point. Later...as we drop Ivan off at the terminal and you move to the back of the car to get his bag out of the trunk, Ivan pins me against the car door, running his large, warm hands up under my shirt...mostly out of sight of passing strangers and baggage handlers. I press my face to his chest briefly, kissing the area over his heart and laying my hand there, then tilt my chin up to give him my best, most loving smile - "Safe journey, safe return beloved!" "Don't worry, Joy," he says before smothering my lips with his own, one hand holding me warmly against him while his other tweaks my nipple boldly, stirring a fire he won't put out till his return. As you hand him his bag, he grips your forearm and pulls you close for a briefly whispered conversation. You nod once, your eyes flicking unconsciously toward me and I know that whatever he's said, the conversation was about me. I keep my smile constant, waving, even as you settle me back into the passenger seat of the car and shut the door. My chin never even quivers until the car has pulled out of sight around the bend in the terminal road and back onto the highway. I'm not sure when you realize I'm not holding up my end of the conversation and look over to find tears running down my face. "Isabelle, what's... My God, Joy!" You start to pull the car off the highway, even as I lay a hand on your leg, shaking my head negatively - "Don't, Curt, I'll be alright in a minute, really. It's just, as often as this happens it never gets any easier, knowing that one of these days, he could get hurt," I catch my breath in a futile attempt not to sob, "or worse, not come back from one of these little trips of his." "Isabelle, Ivan will come back! He will ALWAYS come back! He's very good at what he does and he's also very careful. We've talked about it a little. He knows I've got my pilot's license and there might come a day when he might need my help with something." You reach out, pulling my chin toward you, glancing at me briefly then focusing back on the traffic, you brush my cheek with the knuckles of your hand, wiping my tears away. "If he needs my help he WILL have it! He's become like a brother to me...and we both love you, baby girl, we are NOT going to leave you alone." Grasping your hand briefly I lean into your touch, kissing your knuckles and soundlessly whispering a 'thank you' against your skin, then placing your hand firmly in my lap I command - "Open the moon roof and take my mind off my troubles!" I see the flash of your teeth behind the newly grown moustache and goatee that match Ivan's, as the moon roof slides soundlessly back and my seat also powers down and back until I am nearly lying down. Pulling my skirt up around my waist I reveal my pantiless state and sliding one leg carefully into your lap, so as not to jostle the steering wheel, I prop my other booted foot against the dashboard, opening myself as widely as possible to your questing fingers. Pulling my sweater up as well, I take the matter of my nipples into my own hands, lifting my breasts free of the confinement of bra cups, and sucking on my fingers to moisten them I begin stroking and tweaking my nipples. The cool night breeze blowing in through the moon roof causes them to instantly harden and pebble and brings a rush of moisture to my lower lips as well. You take your hand from me briefly to unzip your slacks, freeing your hardening cock from its confinement. My hands are a little cool and I hear your hiss of surprise as I wrap my left hand around your shaft. Rather than deflating, however, your erection immediately stretches and firms in my hand. "Mmmmmmmmm," I murmur. "I think he likes it cold!" Grinning at me again you briefly suck your fingers and hold them out the moon roof, exposing them to the night air and causing them to cool rapidly from your normal body heat. Then clapping them immediately to my wet pussy you enter me, stroking me long and hard, and once your fingers are wet and well, lubricated with my juices you move them to my clit. I am thrashing in the seat from the stimulus of the cold and the fast rhythm you are playing against me, like a guitar chord I don't quite recognize. I feel the car's engine speed up as you pull up to get next to a semi, rolling the tinted window down on my side. Realizing the driver can not quite see what is going on, much as he tries to, and is drifting into our lane in his attempts to watch, I remove my seat belt and turn in the seat, sticking my ass up, and nearly out the window. The draft of cool air causes a definite thrill, and now I am in the perfect position to give a little mouth-to-rod resuscitation. You power your seat back slightly, allowing for a little more 'head' room between you and the steering wheel. The semi driver now has an excellent view of my open, wet pussy, with my fingers working industriously away. Sometimes having two or even 3 fingers up my aching cunt, fucking myself hard while my thumb rubs feverishly at the spot of my most intense pleasure - at other times using my whole hand to stroke and even lightly smack my pudendum, rubbing and applying pressure until I come dripping against my hand. The trucker keeps pace with us through it all and at your murmured comment - "Looks like he's stroking off." I not only can't help moaning, sending the vibration straight into your groin, but as I come again against my hand and fingers I shove a well-lubed finger up my ass, causing an immediate doubling of my orgasm, as well as increasingly frenzied moaning and sucking of your cock. Suddenly, I seem to become aware of the car slowing and turning. Lifting my head I see you have pulled into a roadside park and look at you quizzically "I need to cum too, but NOT driving. And I want to be inside you," you say. Popping the trunk as you exit the car you grab an emergency blanket, then come around to pull me from the car. Looking around briefly we realize the parking lot is nearly empty, except for a couple of cars with steamed up windows, whose occupants are probably doing inside the car what we are preparing to do outside. In the truck lot there are some semi's parked with their motors running while the occupants sleep and in the distance oncoming lights indicate another semi just pulling off the highway. "Is that...?" I ask. "Probably," you nod, pulling me toward a picnic table, just outside the ring of light caused by the halogen parking lights. As you open the blanket up and drape it over the table I realize this is perfect. A place where we can see each other, and be seen by those actually looking, however not visible to a casual glance. I also realize you have chosen the uphill end of this particular table to place the blanket on. "Table, Isabelle!" you order peremptorily. "Dressed or un," I ask, pretending to a coyness I do not feel in the least, and batting my eyes at you. "Lady's choice, but make it quick," your teeth flash again in the near darkness. Pulling off my sweater and tossing it on the table bench I unzip my skirt, letting it fall to the ground and step out of it, leaving me in just calf-high boots. The chill night air causes immediate gooseflesh, bringing my nipples up to hard raspberry points. You lend me a hand, helping me step up onto the bench seat and from there onto the blanket-cushioned table. I kneel in front of you briefly as we kiss. You stroke my hair back from my face and over my shoulders, using one long strand to tie it off, like a ponytail. Your hands move to my breasts followed swiftly by your lips. The tickle and brush of your facial hair is particularly erotic against my skin and I arch my back, trying to force my tits deeper into your mouth. But you are leaning me backward now, mouth against the rise of my belly and moving further south. My hips have developed a mind of their own and are rising to meet you. You pause for a moment, breathing deeply and I see your nostrils flare in an almost primitive movement as you catch my scent. Then, eyes twinkling lustfully at me, you bury your lips against my pussy, hardened tongue piercing me to the core while your front teeth and lip work over my little hooded man. My juices have been draining for quite some time and I am wet and sticky to my spine, so it is not perhaps, a total surprise, when I feel first one, then the second finger, smoothly enter my puckered anus. Pressing inward as far as possible you begin fucking my ass in counterpoint rhythm to what you are using with your lips and tongue, and it doesn't take long for me to orgasm lustily and wetly against your mouth. Standing up and backhanding my drippings from your moustache and beard, you press your still hard cock against my pulsing vagina, wetting the head thoroughly. Pushing my legs up toward my chest you press inward against my rim with slow and steady pressure until the head pops in. Pausing briefly to give me a moment to breathe through the stretch, you then continue pressing steadily forward until your entire shaft is contained in my ass. Closing my eyes for a moment I relish the differences in size and technique between you and Ivan, knowing I have never been quite so full as now. In my opinion, nothing ever brings a man and woman as close as anal sex, even oral sex with its imminent danger of teeth pressed against fragile anatomical parts, does not require the willingness, cooperation, gentleness and submission that anal sex does. Yes, you can have anal sex without those elements, but with the risk of inflicting not only terrible physical and mental harm on the recipient, but if she fights, potentially on the male as well. Despite those thoughts flitting through my mind, one hand is seeking out the heat of my sex, as my hips begin a slow rise and fall to match your movements, while the other hand snakes underneath me to cup and fondle your balls. At that your back arches, head thrown back as you groan your passion to the night and the stars. I think I hear a rustling noise in the bushes to one side. It could be the wind, or a small animal, but I see your head come down, eyes searching the darkness. Whatever you see, or don't see must reassure you as you begin a more rhythmic pumping of my ass. I feel your balls contracting as your passion rises and I know you're not far from cuming now. The mere thought that our little truck driver has followed us and even now stands hiding in the dark, beating off, pushes me to the brink too and as my muscles begin to spasm around your shaft, I feel the contractions and spasms preceding the pulsing jets of your cum penetrating the depths of my belly. You lean forward, kissing me deeply with lips and beard that taste and smell of me, and as we kiss I run my tongue over your lips, making you laugh out loud. As I start to laugh too it causes your deflated penis to fall from my ass. Wadding up an end of the blanket you thoughtfully tuck it between my legs before pulling me forward to sit up. "I don't know about you, baby girl, but I could use another shower. Your place or mine?" "Make it a long soak in a warm tub at my place?" I smile at you, thinking the warm water will feel good against my stretched bottom. "Deal!" You say, pulling me to stand all the way up. "Legs steady?" As I dress and we walk to the car, I pause by the bushes and say, "I just want to thank you, very much." There is no answer, but as you hand me into the car, in the distance, the truck driver steps into the circle of light, still holding his dick in his hands... # # # For the Stranger in 6B Ch. 04 I wish now that I knew what you were thinking when you let yourself in. It was one those typically hot, steamy summer nights and it was very late. Later than usual for you to be coming over. Ivan and I had stopped expecting your arrival an hour or so earlier and gone on to entertain ourselves. Which was where we were at the moment of your arrival. Ivan was blindfolded and bent nearly double with hands and feet strapped overhead to the headboard of the bed. We had the balcony doors open to the night breeze and the semi-transparent sheers billowed and surged with the night air. Ivan's ebony skin gleamed with sweat and with the oil I'd massaged him with earlier. His long, slender cock stood at full attention, hard, throbbing and demanding attention. That might have given you some pause, but what probably stopped you completely in your tracks as you entered the bedroom was the enormous strap-on dildo I was wearing that was lodged firmly and deeply into Ivan's anus. You must have heard some noise in the distance that let you know we were awake and "playing". You'd apparently left your clothes in the living room before coming down the hall to join us. The combined grunts and moans of pleasure had...."aroused" your interest but it was the intake of breath you made at the bedroom door that finally alerted me to your presence. In the year (has it really been that long since "our night" on the balcony) that we've been together you've learned a lot about Ivan and I, but the one thing Ivan had tried to hold back from you was his occasional bisexual urge. As close as you two were I doubt you'd ever suspected just how hard it was sometimes, as the 3 of us lay together in a tangle, for him NOT to reach out to fondle you. Your friendship means a lot to him Curt, enough that he set aside his desire for your body out of fear that you might totally reject him. I was never that certain. I still recall, on that first night together, as you stood across the room, stroking yourself and breathing hard, it was not MY body you were looking at. It wasn't now either. You came into the room like a man lost in a dream your cock leading the way and already oozing pre-cum. You looked at me with naked hunger in your eyes before ravaging my mouth with yours. You stroked my breast, briefly thumbing one hard point before gently moving me back, the dildo sliding from Ivan's ass with a slight pop. You looked at it briefly, enough to recognize the dimensions - nearly as thick as it was long - and the coloration as your own. Your eyes narrowed briefly and the green-gold, glint of passion-fire buried in the hazel depths flared into life. I'm guessing now that you have been exercising as much physical restraint as Ivan has, and for much the same reason. Standing well away from the bed I watch as you reach out one finger and softly stroke the head of Ivan's prick, gathering his pre-cum and then licking your finger. I see you close your eyes briefly as your tastebuds savor the complex flavor. You still haven't said one word, or made a sound as you gesture at Ivan's feet. I catch your meaning and go to release my husband's body from it's torturous pose. He moans, tossing his head "no" - wanting more of the fantasy tease but settles happily when I begin strapping his ankles to the footposts of the bed. My hair is braided tonight, one long braid keeping it out of the way and from getting into everything as it usually does. You tug it gently, smiling through your beard, as you pull me close enough to remove my strap-on appendage. You finger my folds gently, noting instantly how hot, wet and aroused I am. Your mouth moves along my collarbone, your tongue sliding wetly upward on my neck. As your mouth reaches my ear you whisper nearly soundlessly - "Isabelle, you are an amazing woman!" You capture my lips briefly with yours, your tongue piercing me rhythmically, much like your fingers are doing to my nether lips, before moving to my other ear - "And I adore you!" I smile at you then, releasing myself from your hold and moving to the head of the bed I climb onto the bed, planting my hungry cunt on Ivan's willing mouth. Reaching forward I wrap my hands around Ivan's straining cock. Mouthing it briefly, tonguing the rim I feel his body relax under me as he thinks he realizes what I have in mind. Still holding his hard throbbing rod firmly in my hands I lean slightly away and offer him - offer my husband, the great love of my life - to the other man I love. I see you lick your lips briefly, hungrily. I'm not sure just how vast, or in what areas your experience actually lies, but I do know passion when I see it, and I think briefly that your cock too, is harder than I've ever seen it - seemingly carved out of granite. Your eyes close and your mouth opens as you engulf the head of Ivan's cock. I sense a brief hesitation as Ivan's tongue pauses in its explorations of my pussy, but then he resumes piercing me rhythmically while rubbing my clit with the roughness of his beard. The sight of you passionately engrossed in licking and sucking Ivan's cock, knowing how it would excite my husband if he only knew, proves more intensely erotic than I'd ever dreamed and I come hard, grinding my cunt against Ivan's face and drenching him with the flow of my juices. Suddenly I want to see more, share more, between you two - allow you to finally share more of each other and let this be my gift of love to you both. Tapping your shoulder lightly and gesturing I indicate to you what I want, and smiling around my husband's dark, hard shaft as it pierces the salt and pepper of your beard, you reach out one long arm and hand it to me. Reaching below me I feed the dildo we had made to your measurements into Ivan's eager lips. He and I have played this game before and he is used to the intrusion of the toy into various of his or my orifices. He grins tightly through his teeth before wrapping his lips snugly around the cock and I pause briefly to hope he hasn't gotten too used to using his teeth on it. I can tell Ivan is getting back into the fantasy of having you with him. His body is sheening up with sweat again and his muscles are becoming more heavily roped and knotted as he struggles silently with his bonds. I have been fucking his mouth slowly with the artificial rod while you continue to lavish attention on his own silently straining cock. His balls have begun to draw up hard and tight against his groin telling me how near cumming he is while his back is bowed upward and he is groaning deeply with his pleasure. His hiss of frustration with me is immediate and apparent when I climb off the bed, removing the dildo from his mouth and gesturing for you to take my place. Don't take this amiss Curt, but you swivelled on his dick like a pro and I nearly giggled, giving it all away then. But Ivan hasn't survived so long as a bounty hunter by being slow on the uptake and it took him less than a split second to recognize the difference between my soft, rounded and silky thighs and your crisply muscled, furry ones - not to mention the smell of a man's arousal is significantly different than a woman's. His head tossed blindly, seeking to dislodge the blindfold and now he strained in ernest against the silk ties holding him captive. "Isabelle?" Ivan's hoarse call of my full name was his safe word and I hurried to his side to release the knot holding his hands. Immediately he tore the blindfold from his eyes and I saw them widen, then narrow with his passion as he recognized the leonine balls dangling above him. I continued to the foot of the bed to release his leg bonds and then moved away to the chaise where I could watch the two of you play and love. As I settled back on the lounge I realized that watching two very masculine and fit men together was almost like watching a classical wrestling match. I watched the two of you struggling to come together and thought how erotic it all was. The sweat and smells and groans were making me hornier than ever and I realized my thighs were wet with my juices. The excitement of knowing you were both fulfilling something you'd wanted for a long while, and allowing me to witness and share was driving me to a frenzy and I rubbed my swollen clit furiously while the fingers of my other hand plunged wetly into my depths. I came hard, and almost immediately came again simply watching as my beautiful men fought for top dog, never knowing how the act would end. Not until Ivan turned his back to you. Reaching below him I saw you milk his cock for pre-cum, gathering it on your fingertips and adding it to the copious amount already drooling from your cock before pressing into him rim deep. Licking one finger yourself, you presented the remaining cum wet finger to Ivan's lips and he suckled it eagerly, moaning at the taste of you as well as the pleasure pain of your cock finally filling his ass. As you began to stroke inside him, rubbing and rotating at his prostate, his cock hardened more than I ever thought possible and it throbbed in time with your internal movements. He backed and bucked against you hard, trying to find a way, it seemed, to allow you totally inside him, and his cock rained a pool of pre-cum down onto the bed. By now I was twisting and pinching a nipple, while stroking and milking my clit with my other hand. I knew none of us could last much longer and I could see the muscles of your thighs and ass knotting up as you neared your orgasm. Reaching below you with one hand you grasped and rolled Ivan's balls, while the other began to stroke his rod in time with your pumping his ass. The wet slap of your bodies echoed loudly in the room and the candles flared and guttered in the night breeze, casting long odd shadows. You both began to grunt rhythmically with the intensity of your passion, until finally, like some enormous beast, you reared up and time seemed to stop. The slight flexing of your ass was the only signal of your orgasm and what seemed like endless gallons of cum you were shooting. And just when it seemed Ivan must surely explode from the overwhelming force of your lust his own cock began shooting endless ropes of white hot jism and then, finally, I came again, against my fingers. Watching the pair of you collapse together on the bed, still joined, instantly asleep and knowing I didn't have the strength just now to get up and join you, I curled onto my side pulling a throw over me, and drifted to sleep, wondering how this might change things between us. For the Stranger in 6B Ch. 05 Dedicated to "The Professor" - who made it all possible... * The next few years were busy, full years - full of adventure, full of excitement and full of loving. Any of the possible ways that two males and a female body could be put together we certainly did - separately and en masse. And on those rare occasions when we could find another compatible playmate, we added him, or more usually her, gladly. There was a great deal of love between the three of us and sex was frequently playful, always enjoyable, but mostly loving. Anyone who doubts that a woman in bed with two men who love each other and enjoy each others' bodies as much as they do hers...well, anyone who doubts that she is loved in abundance has never been there. In a way, it was extraordinarily liberating - not having anything to hide any longer. It no longer mattered who was the middle of our particular "oreo" cookie sandwich, and while it usually was either Ivan or myself in the middle, it could in fact be any of us. It was (and remains so in memory) an intensely erotic experience to have, Ivan for instance, hovering above me in 69 position - pressed skin to skin - his hands and mouth loving me in ways that his experience still knew best how to accomplish - teasing me and keeping me poised on a knife-point edge of orgasm. Hearing his muffled grunts and cries of arousal and excitement and seeing your thick, white cock buried deep in his ass above me. Smelling the mingled musky smells of both your arousals and reaching to finger your ass or fondle your balls on those occasions when we erupted together - you pumping your spunk deeply into Ivan's ass, while his jets of bittersweet cum pounded the back of my throat, and I ground my pussy wetly across his face. Another occasion might find me on the bottom of the pyramid - one of you fucking me hard from the front, or from the rear while behind him another set of hands reached forward to fondle me or to fondle my partner while their cock was buried deeply in the ass in front of them. Alternatively, I might be wearing one of our custom-made strap-ons, at the end of the train (with the specially rigged interior dildo for my pleasure while using)....or with the harness that allowed me, on more than one memorable night, to be stroking Ivan's ass with the "Curt dildo", while he 69'd with you, allowing you the freedom to alternate who you were performing oral sex on, while keeping those lovely, agile fingers of yours busily buried in my juicy folds throughout. There continued to be intensely private, personally loving times between Ivan and I - as well as times for you and I Curt. Those tended to be more public, it's true. Somehow it seemed as though the exhibitionism we enjoyed so much more together, made up, in some small way, for Ivan not being there all the time to play with us. In some ways, at times, there was a near dream-like quality to our sex and loving... I have the memories - I was there - but at times, it is almost as though the memories belong to someone else. Curt, your restaurant continued to do well and we ate there often - nearly as often as you cooked for us at home. Ivan continued as a "bounty hunter" - jobs that were too "borderline" and too volatile for federal agents (whether US Marshall Service or FBI) to perform Ivan could and did perform, usually gladly and always at exceptional profit. It meant I never had to work unless I wanted to (which I usually did just to keep busy and to keep from worrying about him), but also meant that we had the freedom to "play" anywhere in the world we wanted, for nearly as long as we wanted. The fact Curt, that you had your pilot's license and owned your own plane, later upgraded to a G-150 Gulfstream, just made traveling that much easier and sweeter. One winter particularly comes to mind - the year that you decided to revamp my kitchen as a(n extremely generous) Christmas present Curt- ostensibly to Ivan and I, but considering who actually DID most of the cooking in that kitchen - well, I giggle even now thinking about it. The design was beautiful as well as imminently practical (for a professional chef). Everything planned for the highest possible combination of beauty, convenience and function - from the polished granite counter tops to the hydraulic doors on the Wolf range. There was even an Induction Cooktop built into the center island - although only you and God seemingly understood how it worked.....or the need for it. At any rate, while the kitchen was being torn out the apartment was nearly unlivable due to noise, paint fumes, wood and stone dust. Ivan and I agreed that, as OUR Christmas present to you, we would all fly down to the Islands for a period of several weeks. You DID have to do the flying, but with us paying for fuel, and for the month long rental of the Belmont House, it wasn't a half-bad present. Ivan and I had gone to the Virgin Islands on our honeymoon years before but the Belmont had been booked at the time and we had stayed in one of the Agape Cottages overlooking Cane Garden Bay while we were on Tortola. It remained one of my favorite spots that Ivan and I had traveled to together. But even at the time we had seen the Belmont House on the hillside overlooking Smugglers Cove Beach, and agreed that "someday" we would stay there. Looking back, I think it was a perfect spot for us - the three of us - to go together. Two large bedrooms with king-sized beds on separate floors gave us plenty of "play room" as well as sufficient room to "get away from it all" and just sleep when preferred. You opted for the upper level Curt and the second floor had it's own full bath, kitchenette and dining area, allowing you total privacy when desired. Additionally, the view was magnificent stretching all the way to Cane Garden Bay. And finally, the Belmont itself was secluded and private. Some of my fondest memories in this life will remain of sunbathing on the wrap-around porch, overlooking the royal blue and teal waters of Smugglers Cove - quite often with one or the other of your faces - or cocks - buried between my thighs. One day stands out in particular. During the preceding days I had managed to obtain a warm, all-over tan, by dint of carefully confining my time in the sun to the morning or late afternoon hours, with heavy use of sunscreens, hats and other cover-ups at all other times. Mid-morning one lovely day I had oiled up and headed to my favorite spot on the balcony to sun. Before long the warmth of the sun and the silken caress of the breeze had begun to stir my blood. Sleepily toying with myself I had no idea you had stopped reading and were watching from your window. Not that I'd have stopped then, but perhaps I'd have been more open about my playing. Regardless, it seemed that my actions reminded you of that night when we'd first met, and it wasn't long before you showed up beside my lounge chair, erect cock in hand and a lustful emerald twinkle in your hazel eyes. Not far behind you, Ivan leaned in the doorway, watching and fondling his balls. As you knelt and parted my thighs, Ivan moved to the head of the lounge. He was still watching your movements, but for now, presented his shaft to me for attention. We played like that for some time, and while I came gang-busters, neither of you had reached orgasm yet when we decided it was time to cool off and swim for a bit. During the time that we'd been there we'd all but ceased to wear clothes except for rare occasions when we left the house to go into town. A trip to the beach at sunset or mid-day was no reason to change our habits-we'd never seen another human, outside of town, during the time we'd been there. Strolling down the shady drive we laughed, talked, touched, groped and tickled - enjoying the day and each others' bodies as well as the companionship. And we spent several hours happily playing and swimming. The camera of my mind's eye captured scenes throughout the day - the incredible blues of sea and sky and the spot on the horizon where they disappeared into each other - my head nestling on your shoulder, your hands alternately supporting my back where I floated and stroking and tickling those areas of my body you could reach , while Ivan eagerly tongued my pussy - wet from the gentle waves and his loving ministrations. The bleached white of the shells I gathered while you and Ivan stroked and sucked each other lazily in the shade at the edge of the beach. I can still close my eyes and be there and then - seeing the glitter of sand on Ivan's skin like a dusting of fine sugar - tasting the salt of ocean and sweat in the folds of skin on your scrotum - hearing the raucous calls of the gulls overhead - feeling and tasting your and Ivan's cum, sticky, hot and bittersweet along my lips and tongue and from between my thighs when you tired of each other and returned to me. Even the fact that the first strangers we'd seen along our stretch of beach strolled up to watch didn't slow us down. Young, 20-something locals, or caramel-colored tourists we never knew which, they never spoke. She lifted the long, broom-stick skirt she was wearing to hungrily stroke her bushy cunt while the young man tried to watch everything at once - stroking his rod through his trunks at first, then dropping them to tug himself more fiercely, one hand simultaneously cupping and rolling his balls. When her need grew too strong she knotted her skirt around her waist and dropped to her knees for a quick lick and suck of the boy's throbbing cock before pulling him down onto the sand so she could climb aboard. We were now watching them perform as eagerly as they were watching us, the fact that everything was being done in relative silence and anonymity seeming to increase the level of passion for all exponentially. The wet slap of bodies coming together echoed the wet slap of waves hitting the shore while the smells of heated flesh and sex came close to overpowering the salt smells of the bay. Finally, closing her eyes and throwing her head back with a moan she came, grinding her pussy hard against her young partner's pubic bone and sending him into a frenzy of bucking thrusts. An instant later when he began to cum too she lifted off him, framing the dark purple head of his engorged cock against her nether lips as dense ropes of his creamy spunk began to spatter the two of them. Reversing to 69 position she began to delicately lick and suck the cum from his skin while, from her squirms, he seemed to be performing the same service for her. The sight of this was too erotic and the three of us came together in a flurry of throbbing, spasming limbs and genitals. It was one of the last, perfectly happy times we three had together before his next assignment robbed us of Ivan's humor, love and person forever. You were there, thank God, the day the call came from that sleepy little, nameless, border town. When I went pale, cold and numb you grabbed the phone with one hand, me with the other. You were the one who heard the details of Ivan's last shoot-out - the only one he ever lost. You got the details and coordinates to fly to, packing a bag for each of us before physically loading me onto your Gulfstream and strapping me in. Grieving yourself you seemed to worry more over my lack of tears, never leaving me alone for a minute, even taking me to the bathroom and cleaning me, as tenderly as if I was a child. I remember the tenderness. I don't remember much else from the trip. You were right to be concerned. If willpower alone would have allowed me to join him, two coffins would be flying back. It wasn't meant to be. I withdrew from work and from life, eating only when forced to, bathing only because you brought me into the shower with you. I have no idea how you managed it all - your restaurant and caring for me - but you did. Until the night I woke you, my mouth on you until you grew hard whether you wanted it or not and we broke our long drought, fucking hard, with little of love or gentleness involved, until we came, gasping, together - and I collapsed on your chest, weeping for hours. That night began both our healing. It wasn't fast, or easy. There were still long, sleepless nights for both of us. I was never able to return to the apartment I had shared so sweetly with my Ivan, but I did not want to continue to impose on your love and good-nature forever either, Curt. I found a small place and furnished it from second-hand stores. I didn't want anything that reminded me of Ivan and our love. There continued to be many nights when we clung together desperately - hungry for a way to ease the pain and loneliness. Eventually though, life itself, and the love Ivan had given so freely, enabled us to step out into the world again. We traveled - together at first, and then later, tentatively and with hesitation, we began to travel alone. Small trips at first, then larger and longer journeys. There had been many places Ivan and I had planned to see together, and I saw them now, alone - weeping at times with the pain of missing him. Returning from one such journey we ate together at your restaurant - and you introduced me to your new Manager, Virginia. There was something about the way you two seemed drawn together - your eyes always looking for her in the room - and the same with her. When you sat together you leaned toward each other and your hands seemed to constantly seek each others' touch. I think I knew before you admitted it to each other that you were in love. And now, as the jet circles to land from a journey of another sort, my mind drifts over the intervening time. My discovery that our experiences and times together were fodder for a lucrative career writing erotica. My more recent discovery that, not only was I capable of loving again, but that a man five years younger, would find me, not only desirable but worthy of love as well. My upcoming plans to move to Alberta, Canada and a certain Black-Irish R.C.M.P. who was waiting for me there. I knew you would be full of excitement with the plans for your imminent nuptials with Virginia but I could barely wait to tell you my own news too. One chapter of my life was about to close but I was looking forward to beginning the next, and as I wave to you across the terminal and am swept up for your hug and kiss I am forever grateful to have known and loved you Curt. Grateful and glad that you plucked up your courage that night to come find me - us - and shared yourself and your love so generously with us. And I know that somewhere, Ivan is watching, and smiling as well... ***Fin***