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His Problem Solved Ch. 01

By: jollyrancher



This story contains explicit descriptions of various sexual acts between a man and wife. If you are underage, or if it illegal for you to read such material, please exit now.

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Note... If you are expecting instant gratification in the form of wall to wall kinky sex from the start, you will be disappointed. This is an accounting of a man and wife who are exposed to some new things in an effort to help him overcome his inability to achieve orgasm. You may find some of the doctor's techniques disgusting and perverted, then again, maybe not.

If you are offended by stories containing piss play (including ingestion), oral/anal play (including ingestion of feces), anal dilation and penetration of the urethra by devices, then this story is not for you. If you continue on, rest assured that it is all fiction, well, maybe part of it and the characters are not intended to portray any person, living or deceased.

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Just what I needed, another evening of frustration!

One would think that the ability to fuck for hours would be a blessing, especially at my age, but now it has reached the point of being a curse. While most men that are nearing the age of sixty are concerned with erectile dysfunction, my problem might be described as orgasm dysfunction.

We have been married for almost forty years and while our sex life has had its trials, I have always been able to rise to the occasion. For the last couple of years, I have noticed that it was taking me longer and longer to build up to a climax and this evening was another example of not being able to have an orgasm at all. In fact, it had been almost six months since the last one.

I have tried my best to convince my wife that it has nothing to do with her, but I know that it is bothering her. She has never been bashful or shy in the bedroom and this evening was a good example.

After a really nice meal at our favorite restaurant, no alcohol by the way, and not a few peeks down her loose-fitting top and some fondling under the table, we went home to a relaxing evening of sensual foreplay. We pleasured each other orally for quite a while, with her spending longer than usual between my legs, licking and sucking my balls and sliding my cock deep in her throat.

We had intercourse in more positions than I can remember, resulting in several great orgasms for her, but none for me. Several times I could feel it building up inside me, but long before I could cum, the feeling would die back. After over an hour of constant stimulation, it became rather painfully obvious that I was not going to get there so we finally quit and just rested side by side for a while.

With that glimpse into the background, this story actually begins with our conversation, with her suggesting again that I go and visit HER doctor about it. I had been to my own, and he had checked everything that he could and found nothing wrong. My prostate was fine, my blood work was normal, he even checked my testosterone level and it was normal.

I had never been to a female doctor, but since I was to the point that I was ready to try anything, I told her to go ahead and make an appointment.

By the time the hour rolled around, I was a nervous wreck and actually tired of my wife kidding me about it and telling me to "man up". As corny as it sounds nowadays, we were both virgins when we got married and I had never had ANY sexual contact with another woman and I sincerely hoped that she wouldn't have to examine my private parts.

In actuality, I never even had to remove any of my clothes... but she did spend a long time asking pointed and explicit questions. I was more than a little mystified as to why she wanted us to relate, in detail, what all we did when we had sex and her questioning caused me to have difficulty concealing my arousal.

In the end, it was her recommendation that we see a specialist in the field of sexual dysfunction and would refer us if we liked. We agreed and she emphasized that we would both need to go. The appointment was set for the following Monday morning. That weekend we had sex twice with the same result, no orgasm for me. I even tried my best masturbation techniques in the shower, but no joy there either.

There has to be some humor in this somewhere, Pam and Jim, two retired senior citizens, on their way to a sex clinic.

Neither of us had any idea what to expect the doctor we had been referred to was also a female and I hoped that she was not some sweet, young thing. Not to worry, Dr. Williams was a middle-aged lady and quite professional in her appearance and demeanor.

Our meeting was in her private office, rather than in some sterile exam room and we both felt comfortable with her from the beginning. We spent the better part of an hour relating to the doctor the background and reason for our appointment, then me explaining the steps I had taken with my regular doctor and the results of the tests he had performed. She also questioned both of us about our likes and dislikes in the area of sex, and at her request, we again described in detail the things we did with, and for each other.

Once all the cards were on the table, the doctor then advised us that if we wished to continue, that her method included both psychological and physiological therapy and that while at times it would be directed at one or the other of us, that both of us would need to be present each time.

We knew that it wouldn't be cheap, but the money wasn't an obstacle, so we agreed to continue. The next appointment was for ten the following morning and we were advised to allow for a minimum of two hours each time.

We met again in her office and she explained more of what she intended to do. I admit that there was some doubt in my mind when she told us that we would probably find that some of the things she asked of us would seem rather strange at the time, but that she would not intentionally embarrass either of us.

We both nodded in the affirmative, so she continued. Pam had a shocked look on her face and I probably did as well when Dr. Williams said that there would be times when one or both of us would need to be naked in her presence and that while she would not actually have sex with either of us, she would have to have physical contact as she demonstrated various techniques. She also said that we would be having contact with each other as we learned to apply her teachings.

I am sure that she was accustomed to the reaction we displayed, so she stood and told us that if we wished to continue, that she felt sure that she could help us, and that she would leave us alone for a few minutes to discuss it.

After a few seconds of silence while we looked at each other, I asked Pam what she thought and she said that she wasn't completely sure how she felt but was willing if I was. I said that I wasn't exactly sure what I thought either, and then she reached over and rubbed my hard cock and said, "Well, I think part of you wants to go ahead so let's do it."

We both sat in silence lost in our private thoughts, until Dr. Williams returned and asked if we had reached a decision. I don't know if I was trembling with fear or excitement as I told her that we would like to proceed but that we would probably find some things a little difficult.

The doctor again re-assured us that she would not do anything with the intent to embarrass either of us and that we were free to call a halt anytime things became too much for either of us to deal with.

With another nod of heads, Dr. Williams rose and asked us to follow her. She opened a door inside her office to reveal another large room that contained an odd mix of furniture. One side resembled a very comfortable living room with an overstuffed couch and matching recliners, end tables, a coffee table, lamps and two large ottomans, all resting on plush carpet. The other half of the room had a tile floor and was fitted out like a doctor's examination room, or perhaps more like an operating room.

In the center of the area was a larger version of the typical exam table, only more comfortable looking, with overhead lights that were moveable. Filling the wall was a row of cabinets and a countertop with a sink and two other doors, one labeled as a restroom, the other not labeled.

We followed her through the unmarked door and found ourselves in a smaller room with a pair of side chairs, a long table, and a metal clothes rack like you would see in a clothing store. Hanging on the rack were several white terrycloth robes and some empty hangers.

Dr. Williams explained, "This is the changing room. Each time you visit, you will need to come in here first and remove all of your clothing and put on one of the robes. When you have done that, just go into the other room and have a seat on the couch and I will be in to begin the days session.

With that she turned to leave, saying, "I will leave you to get ready and join you in the other room in a few minutes."

We had seen each other dressing and undressing millions of times, but now it was somehow different, somehow a little intimidating. I was naked and in my robe in time to watch my wife remove her bra and then her panties. While her breasts have sagged a little with age, they are still beautiful and the sight of them swinging free and her full bush of pubic hair caused my cock to thicken and grow.

The robes were thick and plush and came to mid-thigh so nothing was exposed but just the thought of her naked underneath in a strange setting and knowing that eventually we were both going to reveal ourselves to the doctor served only to arouse me even more as we sat on the couch.

After about ten minutes Dr. Williams came into the room, making sure that we noticed her slide and old-fashioned bolt latch on the door, ensuring that no one could barge in on us. She had also changed clothes, now wearing basic hospital "greens".

She took a seat in one of the recliners facing us on the couch and said, "Today I am going to perform a physical examination on both of you... I don't expect to find any problems but hopefully this will help you to be able to relax around me and with each other."

Then she stood and extended her hand toward me and I rose and followed her across the room to the exam table. When we reached it, she turned to Pam who was still seated and said, "I would like for you to join us, each time I do something like this, or demonstrate a technique I want you to be at each other's side."

When she had joined us, the doctor had me remove my robe and hand it to Pam and then have a seat on the end of the table with my legs hanging off. Then she had me lay back and I heard her moving some mechanical devices around. When I raised my head and looked I saw that she was moving some stirrups into position at the end of the table. I knew that my wife had been through this many times, but this was a first for me.

Once they were in position, she asked me to scoot down until my ass was hanging off of the table a little and then helped me put my feet into the stirrups. When they were in place, she looped some Velcro strips around my feet to keep them secure then swiveled them open, leaving me completely exposed.

By now I was so nervous that my cock had shrunk to nothing but a two inch worm, but the evidence of my previous state was apparent as Pam told me later that precum was dripping out of my foreskin.

The doctor began her examination by lightly rubbing her hands over my shoulders, then my neck and down to my chest. Neither Pam nor my doctor had ever paid any attention to my nipples but Dr. Williams certainly did, first brushing over them lightly with the palms of her hands, then circling each one with a fingertip. We had never considered my nipples as an erogenous zone but her fingertips circling and then a fingernail softly scratching the very tip caused them to harden and stand up and resulted in some delightful sensations.

Her hands then moved down over my belly, stopping at one point to allow a finger to rub around my navel then be inserted with some force and my mind registered that as another point of interest.

Although I couldn't see it, I knew that my cock was no longer completely flaccid and just as the doctor reached my pubic hair Pam took my hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze of re-assurance.

Then Dr. Williams left my side and walked to the end of the table and stood between my splayed legs. I gave a little start as she closed her hand gently around my cock and asked, "I notice that your foreskin is quite long, does it cause you any problems or pain if it is retracted when you have an erection?" Then quickly she added, "Many women find a foreskin sexy and quite erotic."

I told her that I had never had any problems in that area and always tried to make sure that I was clean under it and made sure that it was retracted when we engaged in sex. She chuckled softly and remarked, "That's fine, but in retracting it beforehand you are missing out on a lot."

I had always pulled it back as soon as my cock was hard because my father told me that it was the proper thing to do and now a little more information was added to the file in my head. I was wondering what Pam's thoughts were as she watched another woman between my legs and touching me for the first time.

While the doctor did not actually masturbate me, I could feel my cock swelling as she gently squeezed it and within what seemed like only seconds I was completely erect. I had decided to just lay my head back and close my eyes and go with it, but I did sense Pam moving farther down until I felt her pressing against my leg.

The soft manipulation of my cock continued and since she had not retracted my foreskin, I assumed that she was taking note of whether the head remained covered or not. I knew from experience that it did remain covered with enough skin left to bunch up at the end, giving the appearance of an erect nipple.

I just had to raise up and look, though, when I felt my foreskin being pulled on and I saw that the doctor was pinching it between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and stretching it up. I also noticed that Pam was bent over and watching intently. Then she released my foreskin and as it settled down, still covering the head, a large dollop of precum leaked out and ran down.

"Playing with his foreskin is a very good way of increasing his level of arousal, later I will show you some methods that he will like very much." The doctor remarked to my wife and I saw her nod her head.

Then I watched as she took the two fingers and started sliding my foreskin down, exposing the head a little at a time. By the time it was fully retracted behind the head, the precum that had collected in there had run down and onto her fingers. Next I felt the pad of her finger as she rubbed it over that little bit of skin right under the head and listened as she explained that it was also quite sensitive, especially if it is gently pinched and tugged on.

I was proud when my cock remained erect and pointing up at her even after she released her hold, at least I didn't have a need for Viagra. As she stepped back and pulled up a short stool, she asked my wife to move around where she was. Since I could no longer see what she was doing, I laid my head back down, then I felt her take my balls in her hand.

At first, it was as if she was weighing them because I felt them lifted up then lowered back down, then I felt her take the right one in her fingers, feeling all around it and pulling it away from my body a little. Then the other received the same treatment before being released and then the comment, "Very nice, no problems here."

I tensed up as I felt her finger touch my ballsack in the middle and begin to slowly follow the little seam that guys have until it left my sack and started down over that patch of skin between there and my asshole. Since my legs were spread wide, that part of me was also open to view.

The finger never stopped it's slow descent until it reached a part of me that no other person (except my doctor) had touched in my adult life. I clinched up even more when I felt her fingertip come to rest right on my tight hole and rub all around it. Then she asked Pam if she had ever played there and she answered that she never had.

As she stood up, Dr. Williams said to her, "Before we are finished, you will find out that there are many loving and erotic things you can do there as well."

My feet were then released from the stirrups and I felt a little sheepish as I got off of the table and slipped back into my robe when I realized that my cock was still dripping precum. Then the doctor looked at Pam and patted the table, indicating that it was her turn. I guess women are used to the procedure as she climbed up and assumed the position with practiced ease.

As Dr. Williams swiveled the stirrups apart I could only stare in appreciation. I had seen Pam naked for almost forty years and had lain between her legs countless time, but never had I had a view such as this! With her legs spread wide, the lips of her pussy were visible, even through the dense forest of pubic hair and so was her little rosebud, a place that I had never looked upon with interest and certainly never ventured to.

Her exam was pretty much a duplicate of mine and I was curious about my wife's thoughts as her breasts and nipples were stimulated, not by a person of the opposite sex but of the same sex. As uncomfortable as I was during my session, it would have been much greater if another man had done those things to me. By the time the doctor's hands moved from there to her belly, her nipples were as hard as I have ever seen them, though, so I knew that she had enjoyed it.

When Dr. Williams dragged up the stool and sat down between her legs, I moved around as Pam had done. The doctor's fingers began smoothing and spreading her pubic hair to either side of her pussy lips and when her outer lips were uncovered she put her thumbs on them and spread them open revealing her small inner lips. She continued gently but firmly spreading them apart until she gaped open slightly and her clit hood pulled back, baring its occupant to our gaze.

In my whole life, I had never really looked closely at her pussy. My tongue was familiar with it, but not my eyes. Then the doctor moved one hand up and around and slid two fingers down her pussy then scissored them open in an upside-down V to re-expose everything.

Then she touched the tip of her index finger against Pam's sensitive clit and I heard her take in a sharp breath. I watched intently as the fingertip moved down slightly and the very end of the fingernail came to rest on a tiny little hole that I realized must be her urethra, although I had never actually seen it. I wondered if it was as sensitive as the opening in my cock.

As her finger moved farther, rubbing lightly over the inner lips, Pam's state of arousal became evident as her juices began to leak out and run down. Pam gasped again when the finger made contact with her little asshole and began rubbing her juices on it as had been done to me. This was definitely something that we were going to have to investigate farther.

Dr. Williams then stood and helped Pam from the table and said, "I believe that is enough for today, when you have finished dressing, please join me in my office."

We dressed in silence, preferring to wait to have any discussion about our experiences, and were soon seated in front of her.

She began by saying, "I cannot detect any arousal problems with either of you, and since you have indicated that Pam is able to reach orgasm, I am going to focus most of my attention toward you, Jim, and see if we can't get things working properly again." 

"Hopefully, this won't take more than one or two more visits, so if ten o'clock is satisfactory, then plan on being back at that time tomorrow and possibly Thursday as well."


His Problem Solved Ch. 01



We indicated that those arrangements were fine, and then we were completely shocked as she revealed what she wanted us to do before tomorrow. "Tonight, I want you to kiss and cuddle like two teenagers," she instructed, "but no attempt at intercourse or oral sex or even masturbation... in other words, I don't want either of you to have an orgasm, just relax and enjoy feeling each other."

The last thing that she asked us to do was even more surprising; she told us that when we got up tomorrow morning, we were to completely shave our pubic areas. Not a trim, but shaved completely smooth... even between our cheeks and around the anus. We were allowed to help each other with the rear areas, but were to have no contact with each other's sex organs during the process, or afterwards.

"Besides," she added as we were walking out, "you may find that you like it enough to keep it that way, if not, it will always grow back."

During the ride home, neither of us brought up what we had experienced, almost as if we were afraid to talk about it. Once in the privacy of our bedroom, however, it seemed easier and as we compared our feelings it turned out that we had both been very turned on, yet embarrassed to admit it.

In an effort to make the time pass more quickly, we opted for an afternoon movie, then a quiet walk in the park and finally a nice meal, Even with all that, we were back home by seven and since the doctor had instructed us to cuddle, we picked a movie from our collection and retired to our own comfy couch.

Before long the movie was forgotten in our earnest efforts to follow the doctor's request. I think it was more difficult for Pam than for me to resist taking our game farther than we were supposed to and after an hour or so we mutually agreed to retire and try to get some sleep. It took a while but I finally drifted off with visions of what Pam's bare pussy would look like dancing in my head.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and the same thoughts. Then I heard her in the bathroom muttering to her. I got up sporting my usual morning wood and out of habit I adjusted my boxers so it wouldn't protrude through the fly. We had never just run around the house naked, but it occurred to me that since we were paying big bucks to be introduced to new things, why not start now so I shucked off my boxers and walked into the bathroom.

I was greeted with the sight of her standing on one foot, the other up on the toilet seat and bent over looking back into the mirror as she stroked the razor between her legs. She finally noticed me standing there with a hardon and a big smile and said, "I was going to surprise you but I just can't manage the back side so I guess you are going to have to help me."

I got a quick glimpse of her smooth, now hairless pussy as she stood and turned around and bent over the countertop, a glimpse that will be forever burned into my memory. It was sort of like seeing her for the very first time and I was speechless, my heart pounding in my chest.

I could hardly hold the razor as she reached back and spread her cheeks open for me to finish the job. Fortunately she had very little hair around her asshole and I quickly finished and reached for a washcloth to clean the shave cream off. Before doing so, I couldn't resist sliding my finger between her slick cheeks and over her sphincter, causing her to breathe in deeply and make a funny noise.

Remembering our instructions, I quickly completed my task and cleaned the residue off, leaving her skin soft and pink.

She suggested that since we were already there that she should go ahead and do my backside so we traded places. It was a strange feeling as she applied the shaving cream to my open cheeks and it seemed like I could feel every hair being clipped as she worked the razor carefully between them and around my asshole. She shaved as far down as the beginning of my ball sack, then stood up and patted me on the ass and said that the rest was up to me.

Although it is now as familiar to me as shaving my face, that first time took a while but I managed it with only a couple of small nicks. I kept looking at myself in the mirror as I completed my morning duties and it looked like my balls had doubled in size and my cock had grown an extra couple of inches.

I didn't bother dressing, just walked to the kitchen enjoying the strange feeling of my smooth asscheeks rubbing together. Pam was still naked as well and just sitting breakfast on the table as I entered and both of us stopped dead and stared at each others crotch.

She seemed in a pensive mood as we ate so I asked if she was having second thoughts. "Not second thoughts," she replied, "but I AM confused about some feelings and some things that turned me on."

I pressed her to explain and she shyly admitted that she found having her asshole touched to be very erotic and exciting and was worried that I would consider her reaction to be depraved and perverted. I confessed that I also enjoyed it very much and harbored the same concerns.

There was no time to pursue the matter farther as we needed to get ready for our appointment.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of my wife's smooth pussy as we changed into our robes and by the time we were seated on the couch, waiting for Dr. Williams to come in, I had to sit with my hands in my lap.

In just a minute or so, she walked in and sat down, dressed again in hospital greens. Her first question was if we had done what she asked and when I replied that we had, she said, "excellent, before we get started with the day's activities I would like to go over some observations and conclusions that I have reached."

Looking at me, she continued, "from what I saw yesterday, neither of you seem to have any difficulty with initial arousal or desire... and since the reason you are here is because you have trouble reaching a climax, it is my opinion that the problem is more physical rather than mental."

"Especially males, as they grow older, tend to require additional direct stimulation to get them to the point of orgasm," she advised, then added, "I have dealt with some similar cases in the past and was able to help by teaching both parties some new techniques to increase the level of arousal and bring on an orgasm, however, before you make a decision on whether or not to continue, I must advise you that some of the things I will suggest may seem perverted or even disgusting at first thought."

When she asked if we wanted some additional time to talk about it, I looked at Pam and she said, "I do have some reservations, especially after this morning, but I think that we should go ahead, if YOU do."

When I nodded my head in agreement, Dr. Williams smiled, stood and walked up to us and took both of us in hand and said, "All I ask is that when I suggest something, no matter what first thought you have, that you at least give it a try... in my opinion, as long as neither partner is compelled to do something against their will, nothing that happens between two consenting adults should be taboo and it matters not whether it is socially acceptable as no one has to know but you."

With another nod from both of us, she stepped back and indicated that we follow her over to the exam area. I managed a little smile as she asked both of us to disrobe and patted the table and asked me to do the same as I had yesterday. While I was mounting the table and getting into position with my legs up and my ass hanging over the edge, I heard her tell Pam that today SHE would be doing the examination.

By the time my feet were secured in the stirrups and spread wide, I felt rather like a Christmas turkey, open and on display without any hair to hide even the smallest detail of my sexual equipment.

The first surprise was when Dr. Williams had me place my arms at my sides, then reached under the table at my waist and pulled out a wide strap which she draped over my belly above my navel and secured it on the other side, pulling it tight. A second strap went over my upper chest and was also secured, effectively immobilizing me.

"Most men, whether or not they will admit it to their spouses, or even to themselves, harbor a fantasy of being restrained and relinquishing control to their partner so let's see how Jim responds."

I had given it some thought a few times but never brought it up, now it was happening! I had always made the opening moves and more or less directed the action and now I was unable to do anything but accept,

Dr. Williams then said to Pam, "remember yesterday when I touched his nipples, how they became erect. Now I want you to stimulate them, doing the same things to him that he does to you."

Visions of how I play with Pam's instantly filled my head as her fingers touched them lightly, just rubbing over the already stiff little points. Then I watched as she took them between thumb and forefinger and squeezed and rolled them. I had done that many times to pleasure her but I never suspected that mine could be just as sensitive. She continued rolling them between her fingers and squeezed harder and I could tell that my cock was responding it was as if they were directly connected.

After a few minutes of that sweet torture, the doctor asked her what else I did with her nipples. I saw a little smile on Pam's face as she released them and bent over and extended her tongue. It was like an electrical shock when the tip of her tongue made contact, then she started swirling it around like I do to her. I couldn't suppress a groan as she put her lips around it and started sucking and running the tip of her tongue rapidly over the very tip. It wasn't difficult to understand why she liked it so much.

After she had spent some time doing the same to my other nipple, Dr. Williams told her to look at my cock and judge for herself if I was enjoying it. I could raise my head enough and when Pam stood up I saw that precum was flowing out of my foreskin like a little river.

Her finger in my navel produced nothing but belly laughs so they abandoned that and moved down and stood between my splayed legs.

There was a moment of silence, then Dr. Williams said, "Pam, you mentioned earlier that you had some reservations... if you will, I would like for you to tell me about them."

Pam related the morning's shaving episode and the concern about fact that she had enjoyed having her asshole touched. The doctor encouraged her to explain exactly what her concern was and Pam said that she had been taught as a child that the anus was dirty and not to be touched except for purpose of cleaning and that she couldn't understand why it would be sexually arousing.

It was obvious to Dr. Williams that we had no experience in that area. "I will explain more later, but for now I will tell you that the anus is very sensitive and responds to stimulation in surprising ways. As far as being 'dirty', it depends on whether you mean in a physical sense or it being socially acceptable."

The doctor went on to say, "Both men and women often find it highly erotic and pleasurable to feel a finger, and even more so, a wet tongue there... and the matter of cleanliness is up to the individual. Some prefer that their partner be absolutely clean while others like the natural odors, and even the taste, just as some men like their spouse to douche and others enjoy the natural secretions of a woman's vagina."

I dared not even look at Pam to gauge her reaction, fearing that she would totally reject something like that. In my head was the mental image of her tongue at my ass, tickling it and even burrowing inside and that image caused my gut muscles to contract and force another deluge of precum up and out.

Then Dr. Williams said, "Actually I guess this is as good a time as any, I'll be right back."

In the time it took for her to retrieve a manila envelope, Pam and I exchanged looks, but I was unable to read her mind at all. The doctor asked Pam to join her at the head of the table, then removed the first picture, a drawing actually, and held it where we could both see it.

"I hope this isn't too basic," she said as she held up the first one, "It shows the basic layout of a man's internal organs"

It was the standard diagram that I had seen many times, but the next one was an enlargement of the important areas, showing the cock, balls, anus, rectum, bladder, prostate and seminal vesicles in sharp detail. I had never seen one like that.

She began pointing to different things and explaining them and then asked Pam, "Have you discovered your G-spot, and has Jim?"

Pam answered that we both were familiar with it and with the pleasure that it can give. Then, pointing to the prostate, Dr. Williams said, "This is a man's G-spot and manual stimulation of the prostate can bring just as much pleasure to him as yours does to you, but it can only be effectively reached from inside the rectum."

She went on to explain that, contrary to popular belief, a man does not store "cum" in his balls. She pointed to the seminal vesicles and said that "cum", that is, the fluid that a man ejaculates, is stored in and then issued from the seminal vesicles by the contractions of the prostate and surrounding muscles and those rapid and intense contractions is the feeling we call an orgasm.

"One other thing, since manipulating and massaging the prostate is done from the inside, usually by inserting a finger, many men grow to love the feeling of the insertion itself, especially when they learn to relax their sphincter muscles." Then she added, "In fact, I have met some men that tell me that act of having their anus dilated is so pleasurable that they have reached the point of being able to accept their partner's entire hand inside them."

We had heard about fisting and always assumed that it meant that a man pushed his hand inside a woman's vagina. I never occurred to me that it would be possible to do that in one's ass, hell, when my doctor examined my prostate it felt like he used a baseball bat.

My mind was still a jumble of thoughts as the doctor laid the pictures aside and both of them returned to their position between my legs.

The doctor pulled up the same stool as yesterday, only this time she had Pam sit down, then said, "I know that you have done this many times, but I want you to take his balls in your hand and feel how different they are since they are shaved."

I know that they had to have felt different because it felt almost strange to me as she held them in her hand then started gently rolling them around. I gave up trying to watch I couldn't see much anyway, and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

After a few minutes of fondling them together, then separately, I heard Dr. Williams tell Pam to just do whatever felt good and natural. Suddenly one of my balls was engulfed in her warm, wet mouth and I felt my cock give another surge. It was very different than before, somehow warmer and wetter and more intense. First one, then the other, then both felt the warmth of her mouth and the prodding of her tongue and I could feel a fire starting inside me like I hadn't experienced in a long time.

Too soon for my taste, she released them from her mouth and I felt a little chill as they were exposed to the air again. I heard the doctor encourage Pam let go of her inhibitions and try whatever she wanted.

Pam took a big breath and exhaled, as if reaching some momentous decision, then I felt her tongue lapping at the back of my ballsack, then lower onto that area of skin between balls and ass. Although her touch was light as a feather, it was having a profound impact on me. Time seemed to stand still as her tongue worked itself lower and lower by fractions of an inch.

My head was spinning, part of me afraid that she would continue and the other half afraid that she wouldn't. I had showered this morning, but that was a long time ago. What would I taste like? Would she be turned on or disgusted? What if she pushed her tongue inside, I know I wasn't clean in there? What if? What if?

I hadn't even realized that I had been holding my breath until it escaped in a long moan as her tongue make contact! There aren't words in the dictionary to describe it as she used the tip to trace the little creases and crevices, it was a good thing my legs were restrained or I might have squeezed her head flat.

Every muscle in my body, including my sphincter, had been so tense that I began to hurt, yet I was almost afraid to relax. Finally I had no choice and as I slumped down back down from the restraining straps I felt her tongue, which had been poking at the center of my asshole, slip inside as that part of me relaxed too.

Instantly I tensed up again, then released, and her tongue went in even farther. Each time I clenched then released, it was like my asshole was drawing her inside me... and I wanted more!

I didn't know until Pam told me later that Dr. Williams had pulled her back from what she was doing, recognizing that the fire inside me was being fanned into an inferno. I know that I was disappointed when this time it was my wet asshole that felt the chill.

For the first time in many minutes I opened my eyes and saw my wife stand up and leave her place between my legs and walk around and up close to my head. At that point, I think she surprised even Dr. Williams as she bent over and kissed me full on the lips. What the doctor couldn't see was her tongue poking into my mouth as it had into my ass. I was a bit confused at first because when her tongue swabbed over mine there was a slightly bitter taste, and then it dawned on me that she was sharing what she had gleaned from inside of me!

There was an instant conflict of emotions when the realization hit me, but before I could even begin to weigh them against each other, she broke our kiss and stood up, then, looking square into my questioning eyes, smiled and licked all around her lips like a kitten leaving an empty saucer.

My mind was still trying to process everything that had happened and deal with having actually tasted the inside of my ass when I heard Dr. Williams say to Pam, "Now I would like to show you some special things you can do with an uncircumcised cock."

She went to some length in explaining that un-circumcised men are fortunate because the glans, or head, is much more sensitive, especially when it remains covered and fills with precum. Mine had been overflowing since we started and it became even more evident when the doctor instructed Pam to grasp it at the base and pull the skin up a little, ensuring the head remained covered. My foreskin is long enough that it wouldn't have been a problem anyway, but Pam did as she asked and more precum dribbled out as she moved her hand up.

"I know that you enjoy sucking him, and since Jim said that he always retracted his foreskin first, I would like for you keep it like it is now and just take the skin in your mouth and suck gently."

Pam leaned in and put her lips around my foreskin and began drawing at it, like she was sucking malt through a straw. As she did so, that tightened up the skin that was covering the head and I knew that she was getting quite a taste.

Then she was instructed to slide her hand up until it was just at the head, but not over it, keeping the foreskin extended as it was. " Now, Pam, keep sucking gently on his foreskin and work your tongue down inside it, drawing it over your tongue as you go."

"When you reach the head, slide your tongue in beside it as far as you can and swirl it around inside his foreskin."

Pam had licked and sucked my cock thousands of times, but it NEVER felt like that. I was almost too sensitive to stand it. Then the doctor said, "Now move back until just the tip of your tongue is touching his little hole, then start flicking it back and forth over the opening."

That had never been done to me and after only a few seconds a new feeling emerged, like I needed to piss very badly. I had emptied my bladder several times that morning, including just before we started, but now I had to strain to keep the little sphincter closed, to keep from pissing in her mouth.




His Problem Solved Ch. 01



I spoke up, almost shouting, "PAM, you'd better quit or I'm gonna piss, I can't help it!!!"

She did stop, but did not remove her tongue, then I heard Dr. Williams say, "It's up to you, but if you keep doing that, he will not be able to help himself... and if you decide to, there is no problem if you ingest it."

Pam was still for what seemed like an eternity, then her tongue started again. Although my bladder couldn't have been that full, within seconds it started to feel as if it was. Even though I was straining to keep it closed, that little sphincter that keeps everything back began to pulse and even burn a little.

Then in spite of all I could do, I felt the first little spurt escape and I heard a little purring sound from Pam. Instantly her tongue resumed and I felt a larger amount get out resulting in another contented sound. I heard the doctor tell her that when I started releasing, to slow down with her tongue and suck on my foreskin.

The third time it was as if I couldn't close off at all so I just relaxed and let it go. I had always retracted my foreskin when I pissed so I was really strange to feel it flowing through it, and even odder yet to feel Pam nursing at it and hear her swallowing.

It didn't last all that long, but the intensity of it added more fuel to the fire and as Pam followed another of the doctor's instructions to retract my foreskin and clean under it as well, I realized that I was closer to orgasm than I had been in a long time.

I must have been red in the face because Dr. Williams asked me if I was doing ok. I replied, "I think so, but I have never felt quite like this before... my insides seem to have a life of their own and I feel sort of a pressure building up like someone blowing up a balloon inside me."

"Good," she commented, "just what I wanted to hear, I think we are getting there."

Then she turned to Pam, "Would you like me to help you locate his prostate?"

When Pam said that she would, the doctor walked over to one of the cabinets and took out a surgical glove and a tube of KY jelly. She handed the glove to Pam and said, "I recommend that you always wear a glove to protect him from damage from your fingernails, and remember that it is virtually impossible to use too much lubricant."

I watched as Pam slipped the glove on, but then she sat back down on the stool so I lay down again and closed my eyes and waited. I didn't wait long before I felt the cool jelly being rubbed on my asshole, then some more. I found myself holding my breath again in anticipation and suddenly there it was... the tip of her finger pushing in.

In spite of my effort to relax, I felt my sphincter close down tight and the doctor told her to just stop there and wait. Muscles can only remain tense for so long and soon I felt my hole soften and her finger slip in farther, as her tongue had done earlier.

Then the doctor said, "I think you have probably reached the inner ring which he has little control over, sometimes it helps if you wiggle your finger." Then to me, "Jim, push down like you are trying to take evacuate you bowels,"

Pam's wiggling finger was driving me up the wall and it took a minute for me to get my act together enough to push, but when I did, I felt her finger slide deep inside, stopping only when her knuckles came to rest against the outside of my hole. This was an altogether more pleasant experience than when my doctor checks my prostate, maybe I would never look at those exams in the same light again.

"Press up toward his belly very gently and rub around until you feel something like a bump or lump about the size of a walnut and when you locate it, move your finger back and forth and over it with a little more pressure."

She had no trouble knowing when she found the right spot as I couldn't suppress a groan when she rubbed over it. "When he gets close to orgasm, you will be able to feel it grow a little and become firmer, just don't rub very hard until then, now if his anus has loosened up, try slipping another finger in beside the first one."

When she slid her finger out and then started in with both, I could definitely feel my hole stretching, but it was not painful, and actually it felt good in a weird sort of way. As soon as both were in all the way, she began rubbing my prostate again, this time with both fingers. I could tell that precum was running out of me in a stream and the more she rubbed the more the pressure I had described earlier built.

I hardly realized at first that I had begun humping against her hand but the more she massaged my prostate, the more active I became. Dr. Williams then told Pam that while she could probably make me cum just by massaging my prostate, it would be much better if she either masturbated my cock gently or sucked softly on it.

Pam chose the latter option and took the exposed and tender head of my cock in her mouth and began nursing at it. Dr. Williams then said, "when you feel his prostate start to convulse, press firmly with both fingers and begin a 'come here' movement directly on the center."

I hardly heard any of that though, because the pressure inside had built to the point that I was moaning and groaning constantly. All of a sudden it increased to an unbearable level and they told me later that I screamed and at the same time I felt Pam push very hard and then a tremendous relief as my prostate pumped out the cum that had been dammed up for so long.

It was nothing like any orgasm I had ever experienced. Rather than a few quick spurts, the contractions just seemed to go on and on, diminishing very little in intensity each time. Every time Pam rubbed across my prostate, more cum would flow out like lava. Even when there was no more to pump, my prostate continued like it had the dry heaves until finally I begged Pam to stop.

Dr. Williams then undid the straps on my feet and across my body and said, "I will leave you alone now, join me in my office whenever you are ready, but there is no hurry."

When Pam had helped me out of the stirrups and into a seated position, I reached out and pulled her into a hug and started laughing and crying at the same time, more emotional than I probably ever had been.

When I had regained my composure, Pam helped me to the shower on my unsteady legs and gently washed and rinsed both of us. There are no clocks in the room and I could hardly believe it when I put my watch on after we had dressed, we had been there for three hours!

Dr. Williams was back in her business suit by the time we were seated in her office. 

"I want to congratulate both of you." "I am not going to promise that your problems are all behind you, but I do feel that I have given you a start down the proper road... and remember, consider the things that you have experienced as only a beginning of the possibilities and rest assured that no one will ever know what happened here today."

When we walked out of Dr. Williams office I felt like a new man, like a tremendous weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I also had a new appreciation for my wife who was carrying a bag of books, pamphlets and suggested websites that we could refer to as we began our journey into a new world of sexual freedom.

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I know that this type of story will not appeal to everyone, thus the warning that preceded it.

To those who chose to read it, I hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy the future chapters.

Your comments and feedback will be welcomed and much appreciated. 



His Problem Solved Ch. 02



Copyright 2005 by 'JollyRancher' (all rights reserved)

This story contains explicit descriptions of various sexual acts between a man and wife. If you are underage, or if it illegal for you to read such material, please exit now.

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Jim and his wife put some of the doctor's techniques into practice. This accounting will make a lot more sense if you read chapter one as it explains the WHY as well as the WHAT. You may find some of the doctor's techniques disgusting and perverted, then again, maybe not, but so far Pam and Jim are quite pleased. 

If you are offended by stories containing piss play (including ingestion), oral/anal play (including ingestion of feces), anal dilation and penetration of the urethra by devices, then this story is not for you. If you continue on, rest assured that it is all fiction, well, maybe part of it and the characters are not intended to portray any person, living or deceased.

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It had been a strange day, a strange week for that matter. After months of not being able to reach an orgasm by any means, not only had I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, my wife and I had been exposed to some aspects of sex that we had never dreamed of.

Not only had we done some things that a week ago we would have thought too kinky or perverted, Pam discovered that, for the first time in our lives, she enjoyed taking the lead. Little did I know that Dr. Williams had created a monster!

As I drove home, I basked in the afterglow of the relief that I had been given. Even though we had showered afterwards, I could feel a little of the lube seeping out of my ass and when I scrunched my anal muscles they reminded me that they had been dilated by Pam's fingers... and I had loved it!

Pam had been thumbing through the literature we had been given so I was not paying that much attention as I drove, until I heard her give a little moan. When I looked over at her, I saw that she had unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse and was busy pinching and rolling her nipples. I hadn't even realized that she had not put her bra back on when we dressed.

It was not unusual for her to display a little cleavage when we went out, but now her blouse was open and her breasts in view to anyone who cared to look inside the car. Fortunately we were only a few blocks from home, but in that short amount of time my cock took an interest. Thankfully there were no neighbors out and about because when I pulled up in the garage, she didn't even wait for me to close the door, she got out without pulling her blouse closed and walked around behind the car and into the house.

By the time I got the car squared away and gathered up the materials we had been given and made way in the house, she was no where to be seen. I dumped the stuff on the coffee table and walked to the bedroom to get my comfy clothes on.

I expected her to be in the bathroom, but when I entered the bedroom I found her lying on the bed, completely naked. She smiled at me, gave me one of those 'come here' motions with her finger, and said; "Now it's MY turn."

I was out of my clothes in a flash and on the bed with her. It was my intent to lay down next to her, but before I could, she pushed me back and said, "not here, THERE," pointing between her legs.

As I mentioned before, she had never been bashful in the bedroom, but her taking charge was a new concept. Who was I to complain, so I moved down between her legs as she spread them open.

I had gotten a look this morning, and again in the doctor's office, at her smooth pussy but had not been allowed to touch it. Now I openly took in every detail as I laid down with it inches from my eyes.

So soft and smooth, like a newborn, I reached out with my tongue and gave it a tentative lap. Pam is one of those ladies whose outer lips close leaving only a slit, hiding the treasures beyond. Hiding them, that is, until something like a tongue begins to open it up.

Evidence of her arousal was plain to see as I hooked my arms under her legs and raised them up, her juices were running out of her vagina and trickling down between her cheeks. I lightly touched my tongue at very bottom where her juices were leaking out and traced upward all the way to the top. Then I repeated that motion, applying a little more pressure and making her lips part slightly.

As I dragged my tongue from bottom to top a third time, her outer lips had opened enough for just the tip to contact her inner lips and I felt her tremble. Slowly but surely I kept forcing more and more of my tongue in until it was parting her inner lips as well and brushing over her clit, now protruding from its protective hood.

The heady odor of her vaginal secretions was turning me on and I scooted forward just a little more, using my arms to raise her legs even farther and allowing me to move my hands around to reach her pussy. I raised my head up enough to focus my eyes as I used my thumbs to spread her lips wide open. With no hair to block my view, it was as if I was looking on it for the first time.

Every minute detail was clearly visible, her clit peaking out, the inner lips flowering open, her vulva gaping open and even her little pisshole was visible. I don't recall ever actually looking at that part of her, at least in a sexual way.

I lowered my head again and inserted my tongue as far up inside her as I could; it was immediately coated with the juices that I had grown to love. Then I slid my slick tongue up between her lips until I reached her clit and flicked it gently, resulting in another shiver and little moan.

I could feel her tensing up as I continued swabbing her sensitive clit, but I couldn't resist and slipped the tip down just a little until it was touching the urethral opening, causing her to shudder and gasp. I was curious if I could cause the same response that she had elicited earlier from me as she worked over the opening of my cock.

As I flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly back and forth over the little opening, she started thrashing around and crying, " YES, YES, oh PLEASE!"

Her entire pelvic region began to vibrate, but I was still caught off-guard as the first spurt of her hot piss erupted into my mouth. I swallowed immediately and it was replaced with another. I had heard her urinate many times and it was always a steady, full flow, but now it was coming in individual spurts. Each time my tongue would zero in on her little hole, another blast would gush out, forcing me to swallow in great gulps to keep up.

I was determined to drink her dry, as she had done me, so I persisted even though I was starting to wonder if I could. Finally the portions dwindled in volume, then stopped altogether. I could still feel the little hole pulsating as I held my tongue against it, savoring the unfamiliar taste and knowing that this was something I would want again.

I had every intention of paying some attention to her asshole as well, but I made the mistake of moving back to her clit. As soon as I fastened my lips around it and sucked gently, she screamed and exploded in orgasm, bucking so violently that I could hardly stay with her and soaking my chin and the sheets with her sweet discharge.

Each time I sucked softly on her clit, another spasm would hit her and I lost count of how many times she came. Finally she just collapsed back onto the bed and sighed deeply. I left my position between her legs and lay down beside her, kissing her gently and brushing her hair out of her eyes. There were many things to discuss and new adventures to pursue, but they would have to wait... both of us fell into a deep sleep in just a few minutes.

While it was not unusual for us to take naps, old people tend to do that; it was seldom that they lasted for more than an hour or so. As I lay there, waiting on my mind to clear, I looked at the clock and could hardly believe that it was after six... I had been asleep for four hours!

I also became conscious of a taste lingering in my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked around my lips, finding them caked with her vaginal secretions and I imagined that my face looked like I had been eating a glazed donut. In addition there was a reminder of what I had drank so eagerly from her bladder, a tangy, salty taste, and my mind recalled the erotic sensation of her piss gushing into my mouth.

Thirst, and the need to relieve my own bladder, finally drove me out of bed. As I stood at the toilet I automatically reached to retract my foreskin as I had always done then remembered this morning and left it down. I quickly discovered that the feeling, as well as the sight, of my piss hosing out of my foreskin was very erotic, and I tried to imagine what it must have felt like to Pam this morning as she held it between her lips and received my offering through it. When I was finished, old habits took over and I retracted it and washed thoroughly. While there, I also washed my face and brushed my teeth before going to find out where she was.

The house was completely quiet as I padded through it, finally discovering her in the computer room, her attention focused on the monitor. My heart did a little flip-flop when I realized that she was sitting there completely naked! I crept up silently behind her and she gave a start when I put my hands on her shoulders. The monitor screen was filled with text that she was reading and when she leaned her head back I looked down and noticed that her skin was flushed and her nipples were erect.

I was trying to discern what she was reading that had caused such a reaction when she stood up and moved around and embraced me in a hug, then said, "I can't believe the last couple of days, I haven't been so excited in years!"

I had to agree with her on that, then without breaking our embrace she went on to explain that she had only slept for an hour and since then had been looking at some of the websites suggested by Dr. Williams, including the one she was on now, a site called 'literotica' that was mostly stories about people's experiences and fantasies.

I loosened our clench enough to place my hands on either side of her face and as I looked deeply into her eyes I said, "Remember how we felt when we first got married... how excited we were as we discovered each other sexually...how much fun it was to discover new ways of giving pleasure... well, I feel much the same way right now." "In fact," I continued, "I think that you should get cleaned up and dressed and let me take you out to celebrate and I want you to think about where you would like to take me for our second honeymoon."

For a few seconds she had a puzzled look on her face, then it dissolved into a big smile and I hoped that it meant that she had caught the double meaning of my suggestion. We parted and I saw a twinkle in her eyes that hadn't been there in a long time, then she stuck her fingers in the waistband of the boxers I had put on out of habit, pulled it out as far as she could and let it snap back against my belly and said, "These aren't going to make it, buster," and turned on her heels and padded off toward the bathroom.

I watched her tight asscheeks until she rounded the corner, then I looked down at my plaid boxers and came to the conclusion that they probably weren't the sexiest of attire. I was ready to go and sipping at some unbruised Maker's Mark when she came gliding into the room wearing one of her favorite dresses. It was teal blue and one of those that could be either quite stylish or downright revealing depending on HOW she wore it and what she wore underneath.

"Take me to Gino's," she said. That was fine with me as that was one of our favorite Italian restaurants, but I couldn't quite figure out if she was asking me to take her there... or telling me to.

The place was crowded, but we were seated after just a few minutes. Her dress had sort of a scoop-neck and rather large arm holes and the fact that she was not wearing a bra was plainly obvious to the man that seated us because as he stood behind her, holding her chair, she shrugged her shoulders a little causing her top to fall away from her breasts. He didn't miss the show and I didn't miss the smile and the wink.

Over dessert she revealed that she wanted to go to Hawaii, but did not want to stay in a room. Her suggestion of a beachfront bungalow sounded inviting to me as well and I figured what the hell, we can afford it and we can't take it with us so why not? She also said that we needed to talk about where we were going. I didn't catch it at first and mumbled something about going to Hawaii and she laid her hand on top of mine and said, "No, not that... we need to talk about this week and where we go from here."

She was right, of course. I have always been the impetuous one and she the one who thought things through.

It had been an intense day, but after a good meal and a generous foray into the bottle of wine we had purchased on the way home, we had both mellowed out and just enjoyed snuggling together on the couch. I knew that we really needed to talk, and so did she, but neither of us could quite figure out how to start the conversation.

Finally she took my hand and raised it to her lips and kissed it gently, then said, "So what are your thoughts... how do you feel about the last few days?"

I had difficulty finding appropriate words, but managed to say that while the jury was still out, I had certainly enjoyed it and she responded with, "All of it... everything that we did?"

The events of the last few days were rushing through my mind, but I answered that I had found what we had done to be highly erotic and exciting. I could tell that my general answers were not what she wanted to hear because she started asking more questions... point blank!

"Did you like it when I drank your piss, and you drank mine?"

"Did you enjoy having my tongue in your ass?"

"Did you think it was hot when I kissed you with my shit-covered tongue?"

"Did you like my fingers in your ass?"

I was still having problems giving more than one-word answers, but they had all been in the affirmative. By then she seemed agitated and took my head and turned it to face her and said, "Damn it, tell me what you are thinking!"

I finally screwed up my courage and started, and when I did, the words just kept coming. Once I started confessing what my feelings truly were it was like I couldn't shut it off, all my cards were hitting the table.

"Yes, I loved feeling my piss being sucked out through my foreskin and while it wasn't as intense as the orgasm that followed, it was like a continuous cum. When your tongue was between my foreskin and cockhead it was so sensitive that I wanted you to stop, and wanted you to NEVER stop."

"Yes, I had enjoyed your tongue in my ass." "I have never experienced something so depraved, yet so exciting and while I was worried about not being clean, once your tongue started up inside me, I didn't care... I just wanted more!"

"Yes, when you kissed me, it took a bit for me to figure out what I was tasting, but when the realization hit me, instead of being repulsed it created an instant desire."

"Yes, I liked your fingers in my ass and rubbing my prostate, I have never cum that hard in my life and it seemed like the more you rubbed on it, the better got... but I loved the feeling of my asshole being stretched out almost as much as my prostate being massaged."

I guess that I had been afraid of telling her my real feelings, worried that she would think that I was a old pervert and be disgusted by my revelations, but once I got started I experienced a great relief that it was finally out in the open.

I was holding my breath, waiting on her response, but instead of saying anything she pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. When we parted, there were tears in her eyes that matched my own. She had been as worried about how I felt as I had been about her.

In the hours that followed we talked absolutely candidly and honestly and basically set up some ground rules for the rest of our lives. Foremost, we agreed that neither of us wanted to bring others into our relationship, nor was there an interest in whips or chains or anything that would cause damage or injury. Except for occasional playtime scenarios, neither would be dominate, but rather, our sex life as well as our personal lives would be a partnership... each free to suggest new things, indulge in things already tried and accepted, and free to call a halt to anything at any time.

It had been a long time since we went to sleep in each other's arms instead of on our own sides of the bed. As I waited on sleep to overtake, visions of things to come, things I wanted to experience filled my mind. 

I managed to slip out of bed the next morning without waking Pam. I reached for my boxers and was ready to step into them when her words the previous day came to mind so I wadded them up and tossed them in the trash basket beside the bed. I needed to go shopping, but what to wear till then? I considered just going naked, then remembered something that I had received, as a joke, on my birthday. I slipped the dresser drawer open and sure enough, there it was in the back... a three-pack of thong underwear.

I had never even opened the package, but after stealthing out of the bedroom and closing the door I tore it open and held one up. Nothing but a little pouch in the front and a strap in the back and it felt like I was wearing nothing when I had slipped a pair on. When I spread my asscheeks a little, though, the strap in back settled between them and came to rest directly on my asshole. I only took a few steps until it dawned on me why some ladies preferred them; the narrow strap rubbing on my hole was nice. 

After building a pot of coffee, I retired to the computer room and logged on to our favorite travel agent's site and perused the listings. One jumped out at me as being exactly what we wanted so I called him for the details. I knew that his office wasn't open so I called on his mobil phone and asked if it was still available. He said that it was, but wouldn't last. He had had a cancellation but the drawback was that we would have to leave tomorrow. I told him to grab it and we would be ready. I could hardly wait to tell Pam.

While I was there, I decided to check out some of the websites that Pam had visited while I napped. I pulled up the history file and started going to some of them. Most were of the information type and dealt with everything from 'normal' sex to some of the things Dr. Williams had introduced us to. I noticed that there was one that she had gone back to three times so I clicked on it.

That site dealt with anal sex in all it's varied forms, including anal intercourse, analingus, fingering and toy insertion. There was even a section on enema play and another on anal fisting.

The call of nature interrupted my browsing, but even as I sat on the throne my mind was going over what I had read so far. Dr. Williams had told us that there was no danger in ingesting each other's piss, as long as neither had any kind of infection, but had not gone into detail about feces. The article said that although there was some danger of infection, it was minimal and many chose to accept the risk, feeling that the pleasure was worth it.

I had never considered taking a dump as an erotic event, but this time I paid attention as I felt my anus being stretched open by last night's dinner. Her fingers had felt good going in and now that big fat one stirred similar emotions as it eased it's way out and I wondered if that little used dildo of Pam's would feel good too.

As I stood up after finishing my business, I couldn't help but look as I reached for the handle and made the observation that what I had deposited was easily larger in diameter than my cock and as I slipped the little thong back into place my cock did a better job of filling out the front.




His Problem Solved Ch. 02



While making my way back to the computer to retrieve my empty cup I noticed that my asshole seemed to be even more sensitive now to the rubbing of the little strap. When I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw Pam standing beside the counter pouring herself a cup and her eyes opened wide when she saw what I was wearing.

Never one to pass up opportunity, I held my arms out and did a slow pirouette. When I was turned to face her again, she exclaimed, "Ohhhh NICE... much better... I love it."

I already had big ideas, but made a fatal mistake as I poured myself another cup. I told her about the trip I had booked. I was instantly the victim of a crushing bearhug, and then it started. "Tomorrow, we have to leave tomorrow?" She squealed like a schoolgirl, "I've got to get started... I have to go shopping... we have to pack..." So much for the erotic morning!

Maybe it was best, we really did have a lot to do in a short amount of time, but I was disappointed and at the same time beaming with pride as she babbled on and on, more excited than I had seen her about anything in a long time.

A quick bowl of cereal and she was off to the bedroom. I had barely started on the list of things I needed to accomplish before we left when she breezed back into the kitchen, hugged me again and announced that she was off to the mall. I knew the old credit card was going to take a hit but it was going to be worth every penny.

About five seconds after the front door closed, I heard it open again so I looked up from my list as she walked back in. She had a mischievous look on her face, then she said, "Don't bother packing any of your clothes yet, I am going to shop for you too."

It was still a little strange to see her spreading her wings and taking the initiative but it also filled me with a sense of pride.

I finished my list, got cleaned up and shaved, and headed out to make the rounds of places that need to be notified. I also went by the travel agent's office and laid down my card for the vacation package. It was expensive, but the arrangements were a dream come true. We talked for quite a while and I left with a handful of literature and brochures about places to go and things to do, including the location of a nude beach, in case we were interested.

It was early afternoon when I got home and, not surprisingly, Pam wasn't back yet. I made a couple more phone calls and pronounced my chores completed. I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled off my shirt, then unfastened my pants and let them fall. I had felt nearly naked under them all morning and at times wondered if anyone could tell what I was wearing underneath.

I stretched out on the bed and was giving serious consideration to searching for Pam's dildo, but the next thing I remembered was her shouting at me to get my lazy ass out of bed and help her with the packages. I slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and the inner liner almost felt strange as it hugged my package and held my cheeks together.

The bags from various stores almost covered the bed and as I started to peek into some of them she batted my hands away and said, "Don't be spoiling the surprise, go sit in the front room and I will show them to you."

I was still a little groggy when I kicked back in my recliner but the cobwebs cleared instantly when she came in wearing a pair of the tightest, shortest shorts I had ever seen. She couldn't have been wearing panties... there wasn't room! We may be old, but we are both still in great shape and her ass looked hot! The top was sort of a halter. Around the neck, over her tits and tied in the back. Her bra, IF she had been wearing one, would have used more material in its construction.

Over the next half-hour, she modeled a dozen or so more outfits ranging from mild to wild regarding what they covered, or DIDN'T cover. Then she was gone for over twenty minutes. I was about ready to go looking for her when she called from the bedroom, "Close your eyes, don't open till I tell you."

After what I had seen already, I couldn't imagine what would be next. When I had permission to open my eyes, she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit that looked rather tame in comparison, at least a first glance. When I looked more closely, I realized that it was very thin and hugged her like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly outlined as was the little cleft of her pussy mound and when she turned around the back was cut so low that just the top of the valley between her asscheeks was exposed.

"It's one of those 'tan through' suits," she explained, "I think it fits better since I modified it." I looked puzzled until she held out her fist and opened it, letting some pieces of fabric fall to the floor. I realized then that she had cut the liners out of it.

"One more thing," she promised as she walked away. 

"This is in case we want to go to someplace formal," she announced as she appeared in a black evening dress. Actually it looked more like a slip than a dress. Straight cut and very sheer, it fell half-way to her knees and the top was cut low enough in the front to reveal a good deal of cleavage and even lower in the back and held up by the thinnest of straps over her shoulders.

My cock had been erect for the entire time she had been modeling and as I imagined twirling her around on the dance floor in that outfit I could feel precum leaking from my foreskin. My condition didn't go unnoticed by her either as I stood to comply with her request that we go in the bedroom and check out what she had bought for me.

My pile was considerably smaller than hers and consisted of several pair of shorts and a Speedo swimsuit that looked about right to fit a fourteen year old boy. The shorts were made of satin and could have been mistaken for underwear but for the lack of a fly and the presence of the company logo. I tried on a pair and found them to be very comfortable but the legs were so short and the openings so generous that they would have been indecent if my equipment hadn't been restrained by the inner liner.

Then she handed me the Speedo and I have to admit that it fit pretty well. Maybe just the beginning of some love handles, but I was still in better shape than a lot of guys on the beaches. I was surprised that she had chosen white, but I guess we weren't going to be swimming in any rivers anyway.

Before I could move to take them off, she stepped right up in front of me and reached her hands around and caressed my ass cheeks then moved one hand back to the front and cupped my balls and said. "Ohhhh, these are gonna be HOT when I get through with them." It didn't take a smart guy to figure out that she was going to cut the liner out as she had done with her suit.

There were still two small sacks on the bed and from one she withdrew what looked like an old-fashioned jock strap. Instead of the old ribbed cloth I remembered from my school days, this one appeared to be made of nylon. Then from the other one she several more pairs of thong underwear. All but two looked like the ones I already had, but those two looked even smaller and there was no strap up the back, only a string!

The Speedo felt so good that I almost hated to take it off as she dangled one of the little pair from her finger indicating that I should try it on. It was definitely smaller and I had to struggle a little to get it over my ass. The waist was also nothing but a string and when I finally got it snugged up my cock and balls felt really confined and the string between my cheeks rubbed hard over my asshole. When I reached down to adjust my package in the pouch the light finally came on. There was no 'pouch'... it was a pair of ladies panties!

She reached out and squeezed one of my nipples and said, "Just in case we decide to switch roles some time." A little electric shock went from my nipple straight to my groin and my cock strained against the tight panties.

Her expression hardened a little, perhaps in concern that I wouldn't like that. She needn't have worried. I erased any doubt by making a little purring sound, then embracing her and kissing her deeply.

I slid my hands from around her waist slowly upward till I reached her shoulders and slipped the small straps to either side, then down her arms until her breasts were uncovered. As soon as the top of the dress was far enough down for her to remove her arms, I released it and let it fall to the floor.

I had never grown tired of looking at Pam's body, but now I had a new perspective. I put a hand on either side of her waist and just held her still as I let my eyes take in her face, then down to gaze at her perfect breasts and hard little nipples. For the first time I looked at each little detail... the fullness and firmness of her breasts, the dark pink areolae and the little bumps in them, then the nipples themselves, each little crevice, and finally the very tip from which she had suckled our children.

Her body trembled in my hands when I leaned down and drew a nipple between my lips, nursing at it and laving it with my tongue. As I increased the suction, pulling more of her breast into my mouth I reached up with my off hand and started pinching and rolling the other nipple between my fingers. This caused her to exhale a gasp and I felt her sink a little as her knees weakened so I turned her around and followed her down as she sank to the bed and I to my knees.

I spent several minutes alternating between sucking one nipple and fingering the other and listening to her moan and purr, then stood up and kissed her again and gently pushed her back until she was laying on the bed with her feet on the floor. It took her by surprise when I placed her own hand over her breasts but in seconds she had taken over, pinching and rolling her nipples as my tongue began to trace down her belly.

A momentary stop at her navel caused her muscles to tense as I poked my tongue deep in there and the fact that, rather than laughing, she moaned louder and raised up her belly driving my tongue deeper prompted me to file that away in my list of erogenous zones. Before returning to my knees again, I managed to struggle out of the panties to the relief of my cock.

Once I was back down, I leaned forward and started at her navel again, licking and making little circles with my tongue, lower and lower until I made contact with the beginning of her pussy lips. Before this week, she would have stopped me long before now because she wasn't fresh out of the shower but now there was no such objection and I was glad.

The strong aroma of her arousal, mixed with her natural body odors from having been active all day were intoxicating and made my cock surge as I licked all around and over her outer lips. As I began licking the slit itself and opening her up as I had done the previous afternoon she scooted towards me a little, leaving the majority of her ass actually off of the bed, and opened her legs as far as possible.

I cupped an asscheek in each hand and pushed her up and open even farther as I stiffened my tongue at the bottom of her slit and forced it inside her. I was rewarded with a surge of her silky cream across my tongue as it slid inside and I swallowed it down and dug for more.

Each time I probed deep inside her then drug my tongue up between her lips, across the little opening of her urethra and then to her clit she would roll from side to side and squeeze with her legs. Had I not been holding them open with my shoulders she might have squashed my head.

I couldn't decide which was causing the strongest reaction, my tongue deep in her pussy or probing at her pisshole or lapping at her clit. The combination of the three had carried her to a new level and some of the sounds she was making were unrecognizable.

I upped the ante then by placing my tongue, not at the bottom of her pussy as I had been doing, but well below it, dragging it over that sensitive patch of skin before reaching her vulva. She jumped and cried out like she had been stuck with a pin and as soon as my tongue had traveled up to her clit, I put it right back down there!

This time I left my tongue there and wiggled it back and forth as I worked my way up to her pussy then stopped and started back down. A fraction of an inch at a time I moved relentlessly lower until I felt the wrinkled skin of her anus.

She started moving her legs like she was trying to get away from me so I moved back a little and was surprised when she lifted them up and back and hooked her arms behind her knees. In all our years, she had never opened herself to me in that manner and I could only stare for a minute, taking in the view of her pussy now fully open and allowing her juices to run down toward her asshole. Her clit was peeking out of its hood and then my gaze fixed on her little asshole. I reached out and touched the center with the tip of my finger and watched as it drew up then relaxed and opened a little as I removed it. It seemed to have a life of it's own as I watched it pulse in and out. When it would draw up tight it resembled a little starfish and when relaxed it seemed to open up like a flower.

I will never forget the first time my tongue made contact, it was so firm yet so soft, and so alive as it constantly flexed as I traced each little crease and crevice. When I stiffened my tongue and pushed right in the very center, it tensed and closed up tight as it had done with my finger, but I stayed there and in a few seconds the tension eased and I slipped in, maybe a half an inch. Instantly it tightened again and forced my tongue back out.

Each time my tongue was forced out, I would fasten my lips around her anus and suck gently until I felt her hole relax, then I would jam it in as far as I could. Gradually I felt her hole becoming softer and the spasms lessen in intensity and duration until finally I could slide my tongue in and out at will, literally fucking it with my tongue.

From the contented sounds she was making, I knew that she was loving it, and so was I. 

The more of my tongue I managed to get inside her, the more the bitter taste of her ass made it's presence known and I began to feel some solid bits clinging to my tongue as I withdrew it. A few days ago, just the thought would have disgusted me... but now it lit a fire in me that made me want more! For an instant my mind recalled this morning when I had been on the toilet and then looked at what I had expelled and I wondered what if I had contacted something like that in her?

What if it started slipping out while my mouth was fastened around her asshole? The thought intrigued me. Maybe some day I would find out.

As good as it felt, my tongue began to tire so I pulled away just enough to put my finger back at the center and now instead of her sphincter resisting by closing up, it admitted my finger with almost no effort. My tongue had left her so wet and slick and open that my finger slid easily past the inner ring of muscles and deep into the hot confines of her rectum.

When the rest of my knuckles came to rest on the outside of her asshole I felt her sphincter clamp down a little on my finger so I just held it there and in a few seconds the tightness melted away and her hole fell slack around it. Then I began moving my finger around inside her and marveling at the texture and the heat of her rectum and noticed that her insides seemed to be pulsating.

I gently began withdrawing my finger and could tell that the saliva I had generated and deposited there with my tongue was drying out so when I slipped all the way out I leaned over stretched out to retrieve a tube of KY jelly from the nightstand. After a liberal application I returned my finger to her little hole and it slipped right in.

At first I only made slight in and out movements but soon I was fully fucking her with the entire length and listening to her whimpers of pleasure increasing in volume. I slipped my finger all the way out and applied more KY to it and to the one beside it as well. I place my middle finger over the top of my index and pressed them together and pushed them in about an inch when I felt her tightened up again. As before, I stopped there and waited until the sphincter relaxed again and when it did both slid in all the way.

Within seconds I felt no more resistance to both fingers than there had been to one so I began the in and out movements again. Every so often I would hear her sigh as she let out a big breath and every time she did that her anus would dilate some more and after a bit I started spreading my fingers out and rotating them as I pulled back.

Her asshole had relaxed to the point that I was considering adding a third finger when I heard her speak my name. When I answered, she softly whispered, "Jim... please... put it in... please... fuck me... fuck my ass."

I stood and quickly walked to the bathroom and returned with a bath towel then helped her scoot up on the bed. Then I reached up and pulled down one of the big pillows and covered it with the towel and she raised her ass so I could slip it under, leaving it thrust up in the air.

She again raised her legs up and back and held them open while I covered my cock with the KY. Her pussy lips were swelled and puffy and I could just make out the tip of her clit between them, but what fascinated me the most was her asshole that had remained gaped open enough for me to see the blood red tissues inside.

As I took my place between her legs I reached to my cock to retract my foreskin, then thought better of that and left it. I couldn't help but watch as my cock approached, then touched her dilated hole. First the nipple of foreskin, then part of the head eased it's way inside and the heat and the vision of my cock sinking into her made me glad I had left my foreskin down or it may well have been over for me at that point.

As the head of my cock continued to burrow it's way in, it began to encounter some resistance and I could feel the head slipping through my foreskin like a lubricated tunnel. It's progression slowed at the inner ring so I applied a little force and she gave a gasp and stiffened up her body as it popped through.

Again I held still so she could become accustomed to the invasion. In less than a minute I felt her go slack again and my cock slid easily up inside her rectum and as my pelvis came in contact with hers I felt my cockhead push against the opening to her colon.

The heat and the sensations and the thought of what was happening were getting to me and I could feel the pressure building inside me. I straightened up and took her legs in my arms and pushed her open and back even more, allowing me maximum penetration and as I began to stroke in and out, her hands, now free, moved to her pussy.

When she shoved two fingers of her left hand inside her pussy, I could actually feel them rubbing my cock through the thin membranes that separate pussy from ass and as she started rubbing her clit with her index finger of the other hand I felt her asshole tighten on my cock in the beginning of an orgasm.

Doubts about whether or not I would be able to cum didn't even enter my head as I started jackhammering in and out, slamming fully into her, my cockhead trying to force it's way into her colon.

Suddenly she started bucking and screaming and crying and moaning, all at the same time as her orgasm fully enveloped her. She was pounding her clit and driving her fingers as far inside herself as she could and there was no stopping my own orgasm this time as the pressure inside me built explosively. I have no idea what I even said, I just know that it was very loud as my insides drew up then convulsed and started forcing white-hot lava from my cock deep into her ass.

Even after Pam's orgasm had died away and she lay there breathing heavily, I held my cock deep inside her, enjoying the final tremors from inside her and from my own prostate. As my cock began to wilt, I could feel her anal muscles trying to expel it so I moved back a little to allow it to do so.




His Problem Solved Ch. 02



I was still holding her legs up so I was able to watch as my deflating cock eased out, her anus expanding again just a little as the head exited. I just couldn't quit gazing in wonder as her hole was pulsing, opening and closing like a little mouth. Then the first of my cum made an appearance and began oozing out.

It wasn't something I had planned, and I didn't even really think about it, it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. I scooted back and lay down with my face in her crotch and stuck out my tongue and started lapping up my cum as it slowly flowed from her ass. I felt her take hold of her legs again and pull them back, raising her ass up some more and giving me better access.

As she did so, I fastened my lips around her swollen outer ring and began sucking gently at it, nursing as it were, suckling like a babe at a nipple, wanting nothing more than to receive back all that I had given her. Rather than stiff and rubbery, her tissues were now as soft and pliable as her pussy as I encouraged her with my tongue to release my offering back to me.

My lips felt her bear down a little and I was rewarded with a big glob of still hot cum which I devoured immediately as I probed for more. She repeated the bearing down motions at least a half dozen times before it was obvious that there was nothing left. It wasn't until I released my lips from her asshole and swallowed the last that I was conscious of the taste. My cum, the inside of her ass and the KY blended together to form an unusual, but not unpleasant, flavor.

I rolled to one side so she could at last let her legs back down and stretch out, then I moved up to lay beside her and take her in my arms. As we hugged and rested, she surprised me by kissing me fully on the mouth and forcing her tongue inside, swabbing mine and around the inside, gathering for herself a sample of the combined juices.

We laid together in silence for several minutes until we had calmed and our breathing returned to normal. I knew that I owed Dr. Williams a lot more than the money we had paid, the self-confidence that had just been returned to me was priceless. I only hoped that I would be able to keep up with the new wife that I was going to honeymoon with.

Something else we had agreed upon was to talk after we had tried something new and to be completely open and honest about our likes and dislikes. Since she had not volunteered anything, I asked her if she was ok and if I had hurt her.

"I'm fine," she replied, "I have never felt anything like that... I may walk funny tomorrow but that was probably the wildest orgasm I have ever experienced." "Like you, I was concerned because I had not had time to clean up today but once you started licking my ass I wanted it to go on forever."

"As good as your tongue felt," she continued, "I couldn't believe how hot it was to feel your cock stretching me open and when you pushed all the way inside I could feel the head trying to open up another part of me inside,"

"And when you started cumming, I knew that Dr. Williams had been right about it now being a physical problem because it felt like a firehose had been turned on inside me." I told her that it did feel good to be able to cum again and that I guess what I needed all along was something new and exciting, and that certainly filled both avenues.

"I was surprised when you started licking me again after you had cum, and it really did feel good, but when you started sucking on my ass I was afraid that I might push something out besides your cum."

I told her that at the moment I wouldn't have cared and in fact had sort of hoped that it might happen. When I said that her eyes flew open and I was immediately afraid that I had gone too far with that. I could tell that the wheels were turning in her head and waited to hear what she would say.

"Would you really want that to happen?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm not sure," I replied, "To just talk about it, it sounds gross, but once I got going in your ass with my tongue it was something I wanted." I went on to tell her about my feelings and observations this morning in the bathroom.

"I am not sure that I could do that," she said, "at least I don't know if I could plan ahead of time to intentionally let go, but maybe sometime in the heat of the moment..."

"I feel the same way, I have no interest in eating it from a plate or playing with it, but right now the idea of having my mouth on your asshole and sucking gently and suddenly feeling your asshole begin to open up and the end of your offering begin to slide over my tongue is making me horny all over again."

"I believe it is," she said as I felt her hand close around my hard cock. It had been a long time since I had been able to manage to get hard again right after sex and I heard her say that it would be a shame to waste it.

Her hand never left my cock as I felt her shift around on the bed and as her tongue started slipping down inside my foreskin I sighed and closed my eyes, giving myself up to the sensations she was causing.

As she lapped around and around, burrowing farther in, my mind started visualizing having my lips locked around her little hole. Then she raised off of my cock and said, "I can taste myself on you, and I love it."

I knew that had to be true as when I had slipped from her ass, my foreskin had slid back into place, covering the head and trapping who knows what under it. As soon as she retracted my foreskin enough to get her tongue into the valley right behind the head she went crazy, licking and sucking like she had never done before.

My imagination was running wild at the same time, I could almost feel her asshole opening up and the blunt end of her shit easing out, almost taste the bitterness as I swabbed my tongue over the slick, firm protrusion.

All of a sudden she forced her mouth down over my cock until her chin was mashed against my pubic bone and the now uncovered and super-sensitive head was lodged in her throat. I had never had an orgasm build up so quickly but just as she jammed my cockhead into her throat my mind had conjured up the image of me having bitten off a large chunk of her shit and trying desperately to swallow it. I felt my bowels tighten and then my prostate start convulsing, pumping out what little cum was left in my seminal vesicles straight down her throat.

By the time she released me from her mouth, I was completely and utterly exhausted and as we cuddled again my growling stomach reminded me that it had been a long time since my morning bagel. We mulled over several possibilities and finally decided that we would just raid the 'fridge and then start packing.

It had to have been humorous to anyone that might have watched us pack. Each of us holding up articles of clothing and the other saying yea or nay. I ended up taking every pair of shorts I owned, including what she had purchased that day and one pair of jeans, just in case. When I got to the underwear drawer I looked in, then decided to take only the thongs and as I reached to put them in my suitcase, she stopped me and said, "Don't bother, you won't need any, except maybe for these." In her hand were the panties she had bought. "And if I need to wear some, I will just borrow yours."

We had not bothered to get dressed since we left the bed and I thought it strange that she was slipping on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "I almost forgot," she exclaimed as she walked to the front door and stepped out into the darkness that had fallen.

When she came back in, she was carrying a bag that I recognized as being from one of the big electronics shops in the area. She reached in and pulled out a box and handed it to me. "I know that you have been wanting one for a while." In the box was the hi-resolution digital camera I had been drooling over for months. "So you might pack the laptop too, the memory stick only holds 30 pictures."

Finally the bags were packed and sitting by the door, showers taken, and we were snuggled together, content with the thoughts of the great adventure that would begin in a few short hours.

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I know that this type of story will not appeal to everyone, thus the warning that preceded it.

To those who chose to read it, I hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy the future chapters.

Your comments and feedback will be welcomed and much appreciated. 



His Problem Solved Ch. 03



Copyright 2005 by 'JollyRancher' (all rights reserved)

This story contains explicit descriptions of various sexual acts between a man and wife. If you are underage, or if it illegal for you to read such material, please exit now.

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The flight was fun, but once they get settled on the island things heat up. Please read the first two chapters before delving into this one... you will enjoy it more. Some of the doctor's suggestions produce surprising results. Pam and Jim don't consider them disgusting and perverted.           

If you are offended by stories containing piss play (including ingestion), oral/anal play (including ingestion of feces), anal dilation and penetration of the urethra by devices, then this story is not for you. If you continue on, rest assured that it is all fiction, well, maybe part of it and the characters are not intended to portray any person, living or deceased.

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Damn I hate that thing, I thought through the fog of sleep, as the alarm clock began it's incessant buzzing. I was seriously considering hitting the snooze button when I felt the sheet being ripped off of me and heard Pam yelling, "get up sleepyhead, you can nap on the plane."

Oh yeah, four-thirty is too bloody early but that gives us an hour to get ready to leave, an hour to get to the airport, and two hours to get through security.

It had only been a few hours since I showered, so I was good to go there. A little work with the washrag, shave, brush my teeth... plenty of time. When I rolled out of bed and stood up I did what all guys do, I reached down and scratched my balls. Ugh, then I reached back and rubbed between my asscheeks and added another chore to my list. My ass felt just like my face, a piece of sandpaper! I guess there are drawbacks to shaving.

I shaved my face, then my cock and balls and after a struggle to find a suitable position I ended up with one foot on the floor, the other up on the counter and looking backwards in the mirror and managed to get between my cheeks and around my asshole. I was standing with shavecream still all over my ass when Pam waltzed in with a cup of coffee for me.

She asked how I had managed to shave my ass so I demonstrated the position I had used, then offered to help her with hers. She sat the coffee down, patted my smooth balls and said, "I would love it, but we don't have time, so hit the shower."

A quick gulp of coffee and into the shower I went, just before the glass door closed she said that she had already laid out my clothes for me. I had planned on soft jeans and a T-shirt for the long flights ahead and wondered what she had picked.

I could see her blurred figure through the shower door as she got into the same position I had been in and when she stood back up, it was all I could do to refrain from pulling her in the shower with me. I was still fascinated with being shaved and was spending considerably more time than necessary washing my private parts when I was jolted back to reality by her banging on the door and telling me to hurry up.

As soon as I stepped out into the towel she was holding out, she was in with the door closed so I quickly dried off and finished my preparations and made my way to the bedroom. Instead of the jeans I had laid out, she had been into my suitcase and removed a pair of shorts I had packed and placed them on the bed, along with a T-shirt and a pair of the thong underwear. I guess she had changed her mind about the thongs. Also on the bed was her selection, a pair of baggy, short-legged shorts that were actually too big for her and a top that resembled a man's "wife beater" undershirt... and nothing else. It was going to be an interesting flight!

I was dressed and carrying our bags to the car when she came out and got dressed so I was a little shocked when I walked back in and saw her standing there. The top she had chosen was very light blue and thin enough that the darkness of her nipples could easily be seen through it. I had considered going without any underwear under the jeans I had planned on wearing but it was probably a good thing she had laid out some as the sight of her breasts swinging freely under her top was arousing my cock's interest as we carried the last of the things out.

At one point during the drive to the airport she put her left hand on the dash and reached down with the other to adjust her shoe, the armhole was big enough so that when I looked her way her entire breast was in view. I silently chuckled to myself that if the security personnel decided to search her, it wouldn't take long.

I was glad we had allowed as much time as we had because getting through security was a real hassle. Neither of us was subjected to the body-search routine, but she did get a lot of open-mouthed stares from the men.

We were fortunate that there was no one seated with us so we could stretch out. She took the window seat and I took the outside seat and folded up the armrests between us. Almost as soon as we could unbuckle our seatbelts she asked for a blanket and a pillow. I was hoping for a little playtime under the blanket, but instead she turned her body partially toward me and propped the pillow in the corner between the seat and sidewall and pulled the blanket up under her chin.

Oh well, maybe later I thought as I leaned my own seat back and closed my eyes. I woke up to the sound of the flight attendants serving meals at the front of the cabin. When I glanced over at Pam my eyes quickly opened wide, she was still in basically the same position but the blanket had fallen away from her neck and her top had shifted until nearly all of her left breast was exposed, the only thing keeping the top in it's place was her hard little nipple caught on the seam.

I decided to close my eyes most of the way and pretend I was still sleeping and enjoy the view, secretly hoping that she would shift around and cause her nipple to slip out. The attendants were getting closer to our row, and then one of them, fortunately a male, was beside my seat. He coughed discretely and shook my shoulder and when I opened my eyes I looked over at him and he gestured toward Pam. I nodded and reached over and patted her arm to wake her up. When she opened her eyes she turned in her seat and her entire breast slipped out. She immediately adjusted her shirt to cover herself as the attendant sucked in a quick breath. I was looking directly at her and as he turned to his cart to remove a tray, she gave me a big smile and a wink.

I was glad she had chosen dark-colored shorts for me because I could feel precum bubbling out of my cock and I was glad to cover my crotch with the tray table.

I wish I could relate how she had given me a handjob under the blanket, or how we snuck into the restroom for a quickie but the plane was too crowded for that and the children on board had become restless and started roaming the aisles. She did say that she thought I would never wake up. She revealed to me later on that she had never gone to sleep at all and had arranged her top and waited till she noticed that I was waking up before she let the blanket slip. She also said that the look on the attendant's face was priceless.

After the meal, I made my way to the restroom and stood in line to relieve myself and use some tissues to sop up the mess my precum had made of my thong. By the time I returned to my seat she was asleep for real. The rest of the flight was uneventful but the attendant did pass by often and each time he would glance at her sleeping form, hoping for another show. My only real entertainment was the constant feel of the strap between my cheeks every time I shifted my position.

As we approached the islands I did manage to lean over and look out the window and cop a quick feel as I did so. The stretch also reminded me of what I was wearing as it caused the strap of the thong to rub hard across my asshole.

The process of getting off the plane, gathering our luggage and locating our pre-arranged transportation to the hotel was a giant cluster-fuck, made bearable only by the numerous times Pam flashed me, and everyone else close. Fortunately there were no problems with our reservations and it was with a great deal of relief that we were deposited at the door of our bungalow by the hotel staff. 

The place far exceeded my expectations. It was spacious. The main room was filled with a couch and comfy chairs, including a recliner, the kitchen/dining area was well equipped and the bedroom featured a king-sized bed and a bathroom that was king-sized as well. At the side of the building was a hottub, covered by a roof that also doubled as a deck. Both were covered with lattice -work except on the beach side for privacy.

My first thought, after the teasing on the plane, was to make use of the bed but when I hugged Pam from the back and brought my hands up to her breasts, she peeled them off and suggested that I take a shower while she unpacked. I started to protest, but then decided to just follow her lead.

What happened then was almost a repeat of this morning. It did feel good to wash my sticky crotch and when I finished and opened the door she greeted me with a towel and stepped in the shower herself. The shower door closed, then opened, and she stuck her head back out and said, "I'm starved, lets go get something to eat," then the door closed again.

Although my mind wanted something else, my stomach had to agree with her and since the package was all-inclusive, like a cruise, I was anxious to try out the hotel's bill of fare. I was mentally trying to decide what to wear as I toweled off, but when I walked into the bedroom I discovered that she had laid out my clothes again. I was beginning to enjoy the 'new' Pam and wondered what else she was going to come up with.

Shirts were required and swimsuits were banned from the dining room, so I pulled on the T-shirt and reached for the jogging shorts she had provided. As soon as I picked them up I knew she had been at work. They were as light as a feather and my suspicions were confirmed when I looked inside, there was no liner. Other than the waistband gripping my belly, it felt as if I was wearing nothing and when I walked to the closet to put on my sandals my cock and balls were swinging freely.

It was just too tempting, so rather than wait inside for her, I made my way to the beach and was standing at the water's edge letting the waves roll over my feet when she called from the doorway asking if I was ready. I waved and walked out and slid my sandals back on and when I looked up she was jogging toward me. I shook my head in wonder. She was wearing a duplicate of the top from this morning, except peach in color, and her breasts were dancing around under it and threatening to break free with every step. I suspected that the white tennis skirt was her only other piece of clothing and I confirmed it as we walked toward the hotel.

The buffet was excellent. Afterwards we decided to walk straight to the beach and back along the water's edge to our place. Pam seemed absolutely at ease as several men stared openly at her almost visible breasts and occasional glimpses of her cheeks when the wind puffed up her skirt. On the other hand, I was a little self-conscious, as I knew that my free-swinging cock and balls were just as obvious to anyone who cared to look.

When we were opposite our door we walked out till we were knee-deep in the warm ocean. Pam put both arms around my neck in a hug then dropped her hands and shoved me in the chest so hard that I fell over backwards into the water. By the time I spluttered back to the surface she was running full tilt back to the bungalow.

I stumbled back to the sand, still wiping the water from my eyes, and said hi to a young couple walking by. As I neared them, they returned my greeting and then I saw their eyes move down toward my abdomen and the girl giggled as they walked on. I imagine that I turned bright red when I looked down myself to discover that the light blue shorts, minus the liner, had become virtually transparent and you could easily tell that I was shaved AND uncut.

Pam was still laughing her ass off when I reached the doorway. "I think you made her day," she managed to get out between guffaws, "now you can make mine."

Before I could blink, her skirt was on the floor and she had peeled off her top. I stepped in far enough to close the door and by the time it latched, she was on her knees and tugging my wet shorts down. As soon as I stepped out of them she reached back with her hands and used my asscheeks to pull my rapidly inflating cock deep in her mouth.

She did something she had never done before. She held me firmly by the ass with her nose mashed against my belly, letting my cock grow inside her mouth until I know that my foreskin had to be tickling her tonsils and beyond. She gagged softly a couple of times but did not retreat until it cut off her air supply.

When she finally had to back away, she only moved my cock out far enough to take a deep breath. I spread my legs to keep my balance and she pulled me deep again and I gave a groan as my cockhead buried itself in her throat. Almost immediately she started gagging again so I pulled back myself, lest dinner make an appearance.

One hand left my ass and moved around to cup my balls, the other delved between my cheeks, searching for and then finding my little pucker. She did not try to enter, but began scratching lightly over it with her fingernail as she encircled my ballsack with her thumb and forefinger and started pulling them down.

She had played with my balls before but never in that manner. She wasn't yanking, but pulling steadily and it began to feel like my balls were connected to my eyes. It didn't really hurt, more like generating a dull ache inside me.

I had reached my limit and started squatting a little to get away from the ache when she removed her hand from my ass and stood up. Without releasing her hold on my balls, she started leading me toward the bedroom and you can bet that I kept up!

She backed me up until my legs were against the bed, then put her other hand on my chest and pushed until I sat down, the hand with my balls following but still pulling. When I was sitting down, she climbed up on the bed beside me, never loosening her grip and pushed me down till I was laying flat on my back.

I was shocked when she swiveled around to face my feet and planted her legs on either side of me, leaving me staring right up into her dripping pussy. Then she pulled hard on my balls again and said, "If you want to keep these... you had better do a good job." Before I could even form a question, she spread her legs and dropped her pussy right on my mouth.

I couldn't believe how turned on she was, her juices were dripping into my mouth before I even started using my tongue. I was still stunned at the turn of events, and turned on myself, when a sharp pull on my balls jarred me into action. When I jammed my tongue as far up inside her as I could I was rewarded with another surge of her silky cream

It seemed like every time I forced my tongue deep there was more to swallow when suddenly she changed positions, apparently sitting up straighter, and brought the asshole that my nose had been pressing on, to my lips.

I started licking her hole and then trying to drive my tongue into it as fully as I had done her pussy. I could feel her alternately contracting and relaxing as my tongue worked it's way deeper inside and suddenly I wondered if she was going to do it.

Just as I had mentally prepared myself to receive her offering and started sucking on her hole she let go of my balls and fell forward bringing her pussy and this time her clit back to my lips. The instant I drug my tongue through her lips, across her pisshole and touched her clit I felt my cock vacuumed back into her mouth.

She stopped, where she always had, when my cockhead reached the entrance to her throat and I expected her to start bobbing up and down. When I sucked hard on her clit, she tensed up and made a funny noise and her throat sort of opened up and she shoved her mouth down over what little had remained outside.

Now she was shaking like a leaf and mashing her pussy down on my face so hard that I was having difficulty breathing. She raised her head enough to slide my cock out and take a breath, then it was forced back down again till the head reached the normal stopping point, and then a harder push and it slipped through again. Later she would tell me that when she would pull back, my foreskin would cover the head and when she would shove it back in, when it got to the tight part, it would grab the foreskin and let the head slip through and deeper into her throat.

The realization of what she was doing and the feeling of my sensitive cockhead popping into her throat were making my own juices boil. She started bobbing up and down more rapidly and not even stopping at the original point, just slamming my cock out and then all the way down.

I could tell that she was almost there and I sucked her clit between my lips as hard as I could and started stabbing it with my tongue. Within seconds she released my cock and stiffened her body and started grunting and squealing like a pig under a fence. There was so much fluid gushing from her that I couldn't keep up with it and let it run down the side of my face.

As soon as the initial spasms lessened, she shoved her mouth back down over my cock until her chin hit my pubic bone and her nose was mashing my balls and started moaning. The tightness of her throat and the vibrations from the sounds she was making were too much and I started blasting my cum straight down her throat and into her belly.

Her clit was now too sensitive for me to touch so she raised up and I took my first deep breath in a while. My cock had softened enough to back out of her throat but she continued nursing at the foreskin to get the last few drops.

When she at last climbed off and turned around and lay down beside me, we were content to just hold hands and recover. In a bit she asked me to get her a drink, saying her throat was sore, and as I walked to the kitchen I said over my shoulder that so were my balls.

When I returned, she started apologizing but I cut her off, explaining that it was a good kind of soreness and that I had enjoyed it fully. She agreed with me on the soreness part, then said, "I couldn't believe it when your cockhead popped down my throat, it took me a while to realize what was happening... when you got to my throat it was like your foreskin stopped there but the rest just slipped through and down."

I thought back to when I had fucked her ass and done basically the same thing and decided that being uncut was a distinct advantage.

Then she asked me how I felt about being ordered around. I told her that I had enjoyed that part a lot too and thought it was hot to be on the other end instead of directing everything. I wouldn't call it submissive, I added, but it WAS exciting to not know what was going to happen next.

Next, in a soft voice as if someone might overhear, she asked if I was hoping again when I started sucking on her asshole. I replied, "Not at first, but the longer I was there the stronger the desire became." Then I added, "That is something that I will never ask for directly, if it happens it has to be something that you do because YOU want to, not because it is just something that I want."

She smiled and nodded her head, then said, "I am tired but not sleepy, lets go walking."

I agreed, I was tired as well but too wired up to sleep. I put on a pair of shorts with pockets so I could take my wallet and card key and a fresh T-shirt; Pam put on shorts and the same top she had worn to dinner. The street in front of the hotel was lined with shops of every sort. Most of them we just passed by, window shopping, but we did go inside one of the adult novelty stores. I am not sure why the call them novelties, there were more variations of sexual toys than I could imagine, and a lot that I couldn't imagine. We didn't buy anything, but by the time we left the island, the owner was regarding us as job security.




His Problem Solved Ch. 03



Before we realized how far we had gone, the hotel was out of sight but we knew if we found the beach we could find our way back. After stopping at a sidewalk cafe for a couple of sodas we did just that. We were like two kids as we walked back barefoot in the surf, laughing and talking and picking up seashells.

It was nearly dark when we made it back and mutually agreed that we would hit the buffet for a light meal before retiring. That done, we went to the bungalow and enjoyed a slow, sensual shower together. Sex was not what it was about, just two people enjoying being together, as only those who have been married for a long time can understand. We slipped between the cool, crisp sheets and I reached to turn out the light and I think I was asleep before it got dark.

I awoke the next morning, not to an alarm clock or traffic or people yelling but to the cries of seagulls as they wheeled and circled in the sky. I eased out of bed and just stared at Pam as she slept, thanking the stars that we had found each other so long ago. Then I tiptoed out of the bedroom, closed the door, and called room service for a pot of coffee and some sweet rolls.

I retired to the upper deck and was well into my second cup and second roll when I heard the door open. In answer to my call, "morning sleepyhead," I heard her padding up the steps in one of the short terrycloth robes furnished by the hotel and better utilized as a swimsuit cover-up as it didn't cover much.

She walked behind me as I lay on the deck recliner and leaned over and kissed me and said, "Good morning, and what is your pleasure?"

I tilted my head back and looked up at her and replied, "I'm looking at it."

"I figured that, what ELSE do you want to do today?" 

"I want to figure out how to run the new camera so I can get some pictures of the beautiful scenery around here... and some pictures of the beach as well."

While she settled down into the other deck recliner with a cup of coffee, I wandered downstairs and returned with the new camera and the laptop. It didn't take long to sort it out; it was very much like my old SLR camera with either automatic or full manual modes. One of the batteries had a partial charge so I put it in and the other on the charger and started playing. One of the nice benefits of capturing on digital media is that you can immediately look at the picture and discard it if you want.

The lens was fast, by digital standards, and while the zoom was acceptable, the macro feature was outstanding! I took a couple of the beach that I thought worth keeping then started experimenting with the macro. Took two or three of things like my fingernail and the arm of the recliner, to see how close I could get, and was amazed that I could almost touch the lens to the object.

Pam had been watching me and finally got curious enough to ask what I was doing and I explained the macro feature and that now I could take really clear close-ups. She nodded and smiled and an idea struck me. I got up and walked around and kneeling beside her recliner I took my off hand and opened the robe until her breasts were exposed.

Her nipples began to stiffen as soon as the breeze touched them. I reached to one and started pinching and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, causing it to rise to it's full glory, then leaned in with the camera until the lens was almost touching it and took a picture. Then I changed angles, looking straight down on it and again moved as close as I could before activating the shutter release.

The pictures looked good on the small view screen and I decided that I would download them before the battery pooped out. I knew that at eight megapixels, the file size of each picture would be large, but I hadn't expected the amazing clarity and detail as I looked at the first beach picture. The second, even though I had zoomed in to the maximum, was equally clear.

"DAMN", I breathed softly, "Pam, look at this!" On the screen was her nipple, so lifelike I wanted to reach and touch it. It looked huge! And that was at five to one reduction and I noticed that the file size, uncompressed, was over forty Meg. I expanded the picture until it was at one to one and the nipple itself more than filled the screen and I swear that you could look into the pores of her skin. We looked at each other and giggled both realizing the possibilities.

"Well, while you are charging your batteries and playing with your toys, I'm going shopping."

I said that if she would give me a few minutes I would go with her and she replied, "I said that I am going shopping, I won't be gone long." With that she disappeared down the stairs, leaving me still staring at her nipple on the screen.

After an hour or so I had read the instruction book twice and played around a little with the images I had taken using the PhotoShop program, I got bored and figured I would go get wet. As soon as I picked up the little excuse for a swimsuit I knew that she had managed to get the liner out of it, and I have to admit that it felt really nice when I settled my cock and balls in the pouch and smoothed the backside over my asscheeks.

While the Speedo wasn't as transparent as the jogging shorts had been when wet, there was little left to the imagination as the material molded itself to my cock and balls like a second skin. After spending quite a while floating around, I had lain down on my beach towel, pulled my ball cap over my eyes and gone to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was jolted awake by something really cold dripping on my chest. I pushed my cap off and saw Pam standing beside me and holding one of the giant margaritas she was carrying over me and letting the drops fall. We don't drink much, but it sure looked good. Pam, in her new swimsuit, looked good too!

When I sat up, she handed me both of the glasses, saying she was going to get wet. The sight of her walking slowly into the water was something to behold... her suit was so thin that her cheeks moved just as they did when she was naked.

As soon as she was in the water up to her neck, she turned and started back out. With only one thickness of material, the dark rosettes of her nipples were clearly visible as her breasts gyrated as she walked and when her lower body was clear of the water it was molded to her pussy and looked more like it was painted on. You could see the shape of her pussy lips and actually discern the darker crevice between them.

She walked up to me, held out both hands, and said, "Why don't you get wet too, then join me on the deck?" Watching her in her suit had made my Speedo feel like it was two sizes too small again and I started to decline until I looked to where she was looking. My hard cock was outlined and there was a large wet spot that was quite obvious.

I handed her the glasses and charged off into the surf, diving under and swimming for a ways. I surfaced and shook the water out of my eyes just as Pam reached stairs carrying my towel, both drinks and wearing my ball cap.

My little dip had done nothing to diminish my erection and now my condition was clearly evident. The beach wasn't that crowded and their were no kids close, so instead of looking like an idiot and holding my hands in front of me, I began to stride toward our abode with my cock leading the way.

When I had gotten about halfway, I looked up to see Pam pointing the camera my way. I had left it on automatic, so the pictures would probably come out. Since I was on camera, I decided to put on a little show and stopped as if looking at something in the sand. Then I turned around with my ass facing her and spread my legs wide and bent over and dug the imaginary object out of the sand.

She was still taking pictures when I stood back up and kept doing so until I reached the stairs and started up. By the time I reached the deck, she was in a recliner and sipping her drink. The camera was sitting on the table next to the laptop and before I could sit down, she said, "I don't know if I did right or not, why don't you download them and see?"

With a couple of exceptions when she had the zoom cranked up, they were very clear and sharp and when I expanded them, you could clearly see my shortcomings. The most surprising were the ones from when I was bent over. My balls were obvious as they bulged out between my spread legs and the suit was stretched so tight across my ass that the dark furrow between my cheeks stood right out.

When I brought those pictures up, Pam leaned over and looked closely at and gave a contented little purr, "Oh, I like that." Then, "Why don't you lean over the rail and let me take some more?"

Only too happy to oblige, I found myself standing at the waist high railing and leaning over with my butt stuck out. She took a couple, one with me looking over my shoulder at her. Then she sat the camera down and walked up to me and pulled me back from the rail, then took the beach towel and hung it over the railing and let it drape down to the floor.

"Now, back up and lean over and rest your arms on the railing and don't look back... just watch the scenery on the beach." When I complied, I heard the camera clicking again, then at her request I spread my legs wide.

I started to turn my head and she barked, "Don't turn around, just keep watching the beach no matter what!" I nodded and faced forward again and I heard her moving around and the camera click again. Then I felt her hands on my ass as the moved the suit inward so that it was between my cheeks like a thong. Next the suit was pulled out and smoothed over my ass again and her hand was at my balls and pulled the crotch to one side enough to let them hang free.

More camera work, then her fingers were tugging at the waistband, pulling it down in back until it was below my cheeks. Then she said, "Take your suit off, but don't turn around." I stood up and slipped it down and off, tossing it to one side, then bent over the rail again.

Then she was beside me, holding the camera out and asking how to work the 'close-up' feature. I showed her and she was gone. "Now spread you feet as far as you can, don't worry, no one can see anything except you looking at the beach." I heard her moving around after each picture and was dying to see what she was up to, but I held my place.

Her next command was for me to rest my chest on the rail and reach back and spread my cheeks open. My suspicions were confirmed when she got too close once and I felt the lens touch my ass. I was amazed later when I looked at the pictures. They were a little dark, but I fixed that with the PhotoShop program and my balls and my asshole were displayed with the same shocking clarity that her nipple had been. Each little crease and crevice of my asshole was in sharp detail, even a few stray hairs that I had missed.

She told me to stay just like that and admonished me again not to turn around. Then I heard her lay the camera down and the rustling of a sack. Then I felt her behind me and correctly surmised that she had sat down on the floor between my legs.

I groaned as I felt her warm breath, then her hot tongue lapping softly across my little hole. I spread myself even wider, thinking it would give her better access, but she pulled my hands off and replaced them with her own. Since they were unoccupied, I returned them to the rail and laid my head on them again, but with my eyes closed, no longer interested in the beach.

I guess that me stretching my ass had caused my hole to tighten up because now, with the reduced tension, the tip of her tongue began to work its way inside. I took some deep breaths and willed my ass to relax as her tongue burrowed its way inside.

I was at the point where I was hoping she would take my cock in hand when suddenly her tongue was gone. Then I heard the unmistakable click that the cap on a KY tube makes and my insides contracted at the thought of what was coming next.

My sphincter tightened up out of reflex when it felt her slick fingertip there but relaxed within seconds and allowed it to begin it's entry. Her finger felt so smooth as it tunneled in and it was a bit before I figured out that it was because she was wearing a surgical glove... I hadn't even heard her put it on.

Her finger never stopped its inward journey until her knuckles were hard against my hole and the pad rubbing on my prostate. Then she began pulling her finger all the way out, then pushing fully back in until it touched that magic spot.

The glove made her finger so slick and smooth that after only a few times there was no friction at all. Her finger gliding in and out was starting another fire inside me, and then I gave a little lurch as my hole was stretched open by a second finger alongside the first. When they were fully seated inside me, she held still, letting me adjust. As soon as the contraction eased, she did something quite remarkable. I couldn't figure it out and she later told me that she had put one finger on each side of my prostate and was gently squeezing them together.

It was a profound sensation and I could feel precum dripping from my foreskin. Then she started sliding them in and out as she had done before. All the way out, then in until the stroked over my swelling prostate. The stretching open of my sphincter felt nearly as good as what she was doing inside me and soon there was no more friction with two than there had been with one.

The now familiar pressure began to build inside me and I silently hoped that she would add another finger and at the same time hoped that the feeling wouldn't began to die away as had happened so often in the past.

Then my hope was answered as I felt my sphincter trying to accommodate a third. The going wasn't as easy this time and she was only a little way in when it clamped down and she stopped. The spasm eased after a few seconds they started moving in again, slowly but surely spreading my hole open. I could feel a little burning as her fingers expanded inside, but no real pain and soon that was gone, overshadowed by the buildup of internal tension in my groin.

The ache that accompanies ascension toward orgasm was growing rapidly as she managed to spread the three fingers flat and began massaging my prostate. I could feel my body shaking as she kept pressing harder and harder on my prostate and then without warning it was like something exploded inside me and I was conscious of humping my ass on her hand, trying to drive even more of it inside me.

Then it was as if a dam had broken inside me and my cum was flowing out of my cock like molten lava. Not the sharp contractions that I feel with a normal orgasm, but a rapid expansion of pressure and then a release each time she pushed on my prostate. It was almost like she was pumping my cum out of me.

Even after my seminal vesicles had been emptied, the spasms, although diminished in intensity, continued as long as she massaged my prostate.

Finally I could take no more and begged her to quit. Now I understood what she felt like when I had tongued her to so many orgasms that she made me stop.

Before she removed her fingers she told me again to stay still. I managed a weak agreement, then she said, "Now reach back and spread your cheeks again."

I reached back as she ordered, leaning heavily on the railing and trying to catch my breath. Her fingers remained buried completely inside me as I heard her moving something around, then they were withdrawn and instantly the sound of the glove being ripped off.

"Now spread your ass open as far as you can," and I heard the camera clicking again. Then I felt my semi-hard but wilting cock being pulled back between my legs and more pictures being taken as her fingers encircled it at the base and pulled slowly down, squeezing any remaining cum out.

She released my cock and slid out from between my legs, giving me a playful swat on my butt as I removed my hands. "Now that was fun," as she helped me stand up, "I have never seen you cum so much, but if you can negotiate the steps, you need a shower."

As I made my way slowly down the stairs, wrapped in the beachtowel, I could feel more of the KY leaking from my asshole and running down my leg while my slick asscheeks rubbed together.

While the water was warming, I sat on the stool and expelled the remainder of the KY and marveled at what I had just experienced and thinking that I would certainly have to call Dr. Williams and thank her.

The shower revived me and when I came out with a towel around my waist Pam was dressed and sitting on the couch with our two somewhat diluted margaritas on the coffee table. I sat down beside her and leaned back with a big sigh.

Her hand touched my chest, lightly twirling the hairs there, and I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. "That was one of the most amazing things, I don't know where you came up with that and I can't believe that I came without even touching my cock."

"One of the things that Dr. Williams said was that you could make a man cum just by massaging his prostate and I wanted to see if I could," she explained, "I couldn't believe how hot it was inside you and how exciting it was to feel you slowly open up and when you started humping back against me I thought that you were trying to drive my whole hand inside."

I told her that while that thought hadn't entered my mind at the time, I wouldn't mind trying that sometime. I felt my asshole tighten when she said that next time she just might do that! Then I went on to describe how different the orgasm had been and how it seemed like she was pumping my cum out with her fingers.

Another one of those little purring sounds as she handed me my glass and said, "Let's finish these and find something to eat." I hadn't even realized I was hungry till she mentioned it but now it sounded like a great plan. We made small talk while finishing and while I dressed in the jogging shorts and T-shirt she had laid out, she brought the camera and laptop down from the deck.

A trip through the buffet filled our bellies and put us both in one of those lazy moods so we walked to the beach and started strolling, hand in hand. It was so nice just being together that soon our hotel was lost from sight as we enjoyed the warm sand, cool water and observing others relaxing in their own way. We, Pam that is, gathered our share of glances as well from folks lots younger and several men maneuvered to get a better look at her breasts as they swung freely under her wife-beater style top.

By the time we had retraced our steps, the sun was just reaching the horizon and while we stood watching Pam removed the keycard and chain from my neck, saying that she was going to get a towel so we could sit and watch the sun go down. She returned carrying the same towel that had shielded me from view earlier and had exchanged her tight shorts for a pair of mine.

When it was completely dark, the lights of the string of hotels up and down the waters edge created their own beauty and the beach, at least as far as we could see, was devoid of others. We had been lying side by side for quite a while and when I rolled on my side to face her, she did the same thing and one of her breasts slipped completely free of her top.

I rubbed just the tip of my finger over the stiffening nipple, causing her to tense up, then started rolling it between my thumb and finger. Her breathing quickened as I got a little more forceful, then her hand was on mine and moving it away from the breast and down between her legs. I discovered the reason why she had changed shorts when I felt my fingers land on her bare pussy. She had propped one leg up and the floppy leghole in the shorts had fallen down and left her uncovered.

I scooted down a little and closer, enough for me to suck that nipple in as my finger delved between her pussy lips, opening them and wetting my finger in her juices. She began moaning softly as I worked her clit, returning occasionally to her pussy for more of her abundant slickness.




His Problem Solved Ch. 03



I was in no hurry; content to suckle at her nipple and stimulate her clit, and thought a couple of times that I heard someone walking by but I never gave any indication or acknowledgement as I kept up my steady ministrations. I recognized the signs of an impending orgasm but I never changed the pace and suddenly she let out a soft cry and stiffened completely and shuddered for several seconds before collapsing back onto the sand on her back, her legs still spread wide and breathing deeply.

Her clit, I knew, would be too sensitive to touch directly, so I cupped my hand over her entire pussy and held it there, feeling the last tremors of her orgasm and warmth of her secretions. When her breathing had returned to normal, I stood and helped her up and back inside to a warm and soothing shower for both of us.

Tonight was her turn to fall asleep right away while I replayed the events of the last few days in my mind. Not only had I been able to achieve orgasm again, they had been spectacular and sleep came as I wondered not only what might be in store, but what might be in her shopping bag that she wouldn't let me see.

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I know that this type of story will not appeal to everyone, thus the warning that preceded it.

To those who chose to read it, I hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy the future chapters.

Your comments and feedback will be welcomed and much appreciated.



His Problem Solved Ch. 04



This story contains explicit descriptions of various sexual acts between a man and wife. If you are underage, or if it illegal for you to read such material, please exit now.

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The doctor's plan worked, Jim becomes a complete man again. Then some taboos are breached that most would never consider. Whether or not you appreciate what happens, you will not fully understand the why without reading the first three chapters. Just don't complain later about the content, this is your fair warning! 

If you are offended by stories containing piss play (including ingestion), oral/anal play (including ingestion of feces), anal dilation and penetration of the urethra by devices, then this story is not for you. If you continue on, rest assured that it is all fiction, well, maybe part of it, and the characters are not intended to portray any person, living or deceased.

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The screaming gulls were music to my ears as I started emerging from my slumber. Before I even opened my eyes fully I reached over to give my "new" wife a hug and encountered only thin air and realized that I was alone in bed. I stumbled into the front room, expecting to find her there or perhaps on the deck. Instead, there was a tray on the coffee table with a carafe of coffee, two sweet rolls and a note that read simply, "be back in a while, be good!"

Although I had my suspicions, I didn't know for certain where she had gone so I sat down and drank a couple of cups and ate the rolls. Soon my bowels began urging me to allow them to perform their function and as I settled on the seat I was curious if there would be any lasting effects from yesterday's activity. Happily there were none, everything felt normal... everything except the newly-discovered erotic sensation of my asshole expanding and the feeling of the thick, firm log slipping out.

Finished with that duty, I washed my face and when I picked up the razor to shave, there was water dripping out of it and one of the bath towels was damp. That could only mean that Pam had shaved this morning so I figured that I had best shave both ends as well. I managed with nary a nick this time and I applied a little of her hand lotion when I finished, leaving everything soft as well as smooth. 

After fluffing and buffing, I slipped on a clean pair of those thin jogging shorts, called room service for another carafe of coffee and grabbed the camera and laptop and retired to the upper deck. I had already gotten the camera plugged in and had the download of yesterday's pictures going when I heard room service knocking on the door.

I whistled to let them know where I was and after climbing the steps until she could see me sitting at the table, she stopped there and asked if I wanted my coffee upstairs. I looked over at her and indicated that I did and thought that it had been a dumb question, since that was where I was. She hesitated a few seconds, then climbed the rest of the stairs and sat the coffee down and asked if there would be any thing else. Every staff member we had dealt with so far had been very friendly and she was no exception as she poured me a fresh cup with a big smile on her face. I handed her a tip and thanked her and she responded, "Sir, thank you, very much."

I couldn't help but notice her cute little butt as she turned and went down, then my attention was back to the completed download. When the thumbnails came up I could hardly believe my eyes. She had used up the entire memory stick and the screen was covered with pictures of my ass, cock and balls. Almost every picture was clear and sharp and in some of them she must have been laying down and shooting up between my legs.

I looked at them in order, becoming more aroused with each one, my cup of coffee forgotten. Most amazing were the ones taken right after she had removed her fingers. The pictures taken earlier showed my asshole in it's normal, tight, wrinkled self, but in these my anal ring was swollen and puffy and gaped open enough that I could see right up inside my ass!

I used the photo program to lighten and increase the contrast of the picture and was surprised to notice that, rather than being an open space, the inside of my ass was full of blood-red folds of tissue. There were several taken from slightly different angles and I studied each one carefully before moving to the next.

The last few were close-ups of my cock when she had pulled it back between my legs. One, in particular, was outstanding. It caught a large glob of cum just as it exited my foreskin, forming a big drop and starting to fall.

I had dumped my cold coffee and just resumed the same position with a fresh cup when I heard someone coming up the stairs. This time it was Pam and she stopped at exactly the same place as the room service girl had and started grinning. I peered around the computer screen at her standing there and her grin got bigger. I must have looked confused and finally she said, "Nice view," and climbed the rest of the way up. Finally it dawned on me that from her vantage point, and considering the shorts I was wearing, that everything I had was probably on display.

Then I started laughing and when she asked was so funny, I related the account of the room service girl and how she must have had the same view as she stood on the stairs. At least my cock hadn't been erect when she came by.

"So did you go shopping again?"

"Yep, I got something for you, well, maybe several somethings, and a little something for me, and something for both of us."

When I asked what she had bought, she just smiled and told me that I would find out soon enough.

I was a little disappointed when she said, "I hope you don't mind, I stopped at the desk and signed us up for the boat tour of the islands."

I did have something else in mind, but since we had agreed previously that the tour would be fun, I couldn't be too upset.

"Well, you need to put that stuff away and get ready, the tour leaves in half an hour," she said as she disappeared down the stairs.

By the time I packed everything up and carried it down she was in the bathroom and I saw that she had again laid clothes out for me to wear. A T-shirt and my cargo shorts, surprisingly conservative it seemed, until I picked up the shorts and under them was the jock strap she had purchased before we left.

I had taken everything off and was in the process of stepping into the jock when she stuck her head out of the bathroom and said, "Don't get dressed yet, and I need to borrow a pair of your panties."

I dug a pair out of my drawer and knocked on the door and asked if she wanted them in there. The door opened just enough for her to stick her hand out and I wandered back to the couch to wait.

She came out in a few minutes wearing a pair of rather conservative shorts and a sleeveless top, AND a smile. "Now scoot your ass up to the edge of the couch, spread your legs and lean back," she said, "and close your eyes.... No peeking!"

I heard her rustle the sack so I knew that I was going to receive one of the things that she had purchased, but I had no idea what. She admonished me again not to peek and I felt her take my balls in her hand and pull sharply on them, then something being wrapped around my sack between my balls and my body. Then there was some pressure in that area and the sound of snaps being fastened.

Her hand released my balls, but they still felt like they were being pulled on and I was trying to figure that out while she did something with whatever she had put around them. Then I felt the jockstrap placed in my hands and she instructed me to put it on before I opened my eyes. I managed to get it on, with her help, and stood up and pulled it up. It was almost too small and held my cock and balls, and whatever was around them, tightly. The last thing she did was to slip her hand inside the front of the waistband and do something, and then I was permitted to open my eyes.

I could feel whatever was around my ballsack and also something that was directly under my balls and sandwiched between them and my body and held firm by the jockstrap. Then she handed me my shorts and as I pulled them up I looked down and saw a thin wire sticking up out of the front of the jockstrap.

When I had also put on my T-shirt and sandals, she stepped back a bit and lowered the front of her shorts and showed me a similar wire sticking out of the waistband of her panties. Then she held up a little device about the size of a magic marker with a button on the end. She had a big grin on her face as her finger touched the button and instantly it felt like a hive of bees had been let loose in my shorts!

My eyes had to have been as big as silver dollars, then she released the button and the vibrations stopped. Then she handed me a similar device and I pushed the button and heard her gasp and saw her tighten up.

"I have basically the same thing in my pussy that you have under your balls, just remember that anytime you push your button, I push mine... and maybe sometimes when you don't."

As we headed out the door she gave me a shot and I jumped so I did the same to her. I was glad for the jockstrap because without it, I would already be walking around sporting a pup tent.

Four the next four hours, it was a contest to see who could catch the other off guard and zap them. She got me as I was carrying a couple of drinks back from the bar and I got her while she was in the midst of asking the tour guide a question. I only hoped that I wasn't making too big of a wet spot in my shorts because every time she made my balls vibrate I could feel precum easing it's way out of my foreskin.

By the time we were deposited back at the hotel, I was actually tired from tensing up and relaxing so many times and never knowing when my balls would start vibrating again. I wanted nothing more than to go to our bungalow and get out of my now very wet jockstrap, but I caved in to her request that we grab something to eat from the buffet. We did decide to call a truce while eating and I hadn't realized I was hungry till we sat down with our food.

I finished a little ahead of Pam and since I had drank several glassed of iced tea, I stood up and excused myself to the restroom. She took hold of my hand and said that she was almost finished and to wait till we got back to the bungalow. I told her that I REALLY needed to go but changed my mind when she smiled and said, "Please wait."

I finally dawned on me what she had in mind, so I sat back down and even drank part of another glass of tea while she finished. When she was done, we stood to leave and I whispered to her, "Ok, but no more vibrations or I won't make it."

I walked rather gingerly all the way back and as soon as we were inside with the door closed, Pam took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We stopped beside the bed where she helped my take off my T-shirt then slid my shorts down, followed by the soaked jockstrap. For the first time I could see that there was a leather strap about an inch wide around my balls causing them to bulge and be held away from my crotch by a plastic cylinder about an inch in diameter and two inches long.

Then she pulled off her own top and shorts, then the little panties and I saw the wire hanging down out of her pussy. She squatted a little and held her hand under her pussy and a device similar to the one still under my balls fell out into her hand.

I expected her to take my cock in her mouth and drink the piss she had asked me to retain, instead she looked me in the eyes and asked if I trusted her. Of course I nodded yes and with that she indicated that I was to stand right there as she walked into the bathroom and came back out with the sash from one of the robes and a towel.

My cock reacted immediately when she said to hold my hands in front of me, then tied them together with the sash. Thoughts of how erotic it had been to be restrained in Dr. William's office flashed through my mind as my wrists were bound together. Then she took the panties that she had worn all afternoon and slipped them over my head with the crotch covering my nose and mouth.

Over the panties she added the T-shirt I had worn, but did not pull my head through the opening, effectively hooding me so that I could see nothing and concentrating the heady odors of her vagina so that each breath was heavy with her scent. Then she turned me and guided me to a sitting position on the towel with my ass at the edge of the bed and laid me back until my head was resting on the pillow she had provided.

As I lay there with my legs spread and my cock dripping precum, expecting any second to feel her lips sucking gently on my cock, I heard her walk off and then the crinkling of the sack again. My gut muscles tightened at the thought of yet another surprise from the sack. The sound of a package being opened followed by the click of the KY cap caused me to tighten again.

I jumped a little when her hand contacted my cock and slipped my foreskin back, uncovering the head. Then I felt her fingers on the head and spreading the little hole open and the tip of her tongue pushing in. At least I thought at first that it was her tongue, until I realized it was something else. Whatever it was, it was slipping down inside my cock!

"This may sting just a little, but it's only the KY causing it," as it continued down inside of me. I couldn't tell just how far it was inside me, but it stopped several times, then forged ahead until I could feel it deep. I hadn't realized just how far in it really was until it passed through my prostate and hit the opening of my bladder.

There was a mild burning sensation, but not objectionable and when it hit my bladder sphincter it felt like someone was pinching me on the inside. If it kept prodding me I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore and I started to tell her so when suddenly there was a little twinge of pain and I felt it slip inside my bladder. I couldn't discern just how much of it had been pushed inside me but then my bladder started feeling even fuller as, I found out later, she inflated the bulb inside me to keep it in.

My bladder was quite uncomfortable but I couldn't piss now no matter how hard I tried. The next thing I was conscious of was her climbing on the bed, then the shirt and panties were removed to be replaced by her pussy as her legs settled on either side of my head. I was having a little trouble breathing as her pussy covered my mouth and my nose was jammed into her asshole but I started licking like a mad man, slurping up the juices that were flowing freely.

It was only seconds until her orgasm hit her and even more liquid gushed into my mouth. The taste of her pussy in my mouth, the heavy odor of her ass in my nose and the pressure in my bladder was driving me to a frenzy when all of a sudden there was a reduction of the pressure. I knew that piss was being discharged but I had no control over it and no idea where it was going.

When her spasms slacked off, she scooted back off of my face and I found out where my piss was going. The slackening of the pressure stopped, then I felt a small tube placed in my mouth and she said that I had better start swallowing.

Then my own piss started filling my mouth from the tube and I started swallowing as fast as I could. It was certainly strange to feel my bladder emptying and not being able to control it or shut it off and having no choice but to drink it down.

I got a break when she knelt down with her mouth beside mine and the tube was then discharging into her mouth, then it was back in mine. The tube was traded back and forth several times until finally there was nothing left inside me.

When she got down, I raised my head and looked at the catheter sticking out of my cock and the extension tube she had inserted to allow us to drink. "Stay there and I will take it out, but first I want some pictures."

Sometime during the process, my foreskin had slipped back down and covered the head and part of the tube and it was strange so see it sticking out of there. After she had taken several pictures from different angles, even having me hold my cock up for some, she released the inflation stopper on the bulb and when it was empty started easing the catheter out.

She slipped it out very slowly and I could feel it as it exited the bladder sphincter and tip passed through my prostate and up the shaft. A big dollop of lube and precum followed it out and dripped from my foreskin and she took some pictures of that as well.

I was exhausted and figured the evening's activities were pretty much over when she told me once again to stay put. Another trip to the sack and she returned holding something that I recognized. I couldn't imagine what she was up to now as she tore the condom packet open, then it became clear when I saw her pick up the vibrating device that had been in her pussy and slip it in the condom and unroll it all the way.

When she knelt between my legs with the vibrating thing hanging in the condom and the tube of KY in the other hand, I knew what she wanted and raised my legs up and back, making my asshole available to her.

Her finger made short work of lubing my asshole inside and out, then the little egg, she called it, was pushing it's way inside me. It slipped inside, followed by her finger as she pushed it farther in until it was resting against my prostate.

Finally my cock was vacuumed into her warm mouth and as it entered she tightened her lips causing my foreskin to slip back and uncover the super sensitive head. She didn't bob her head up and down, but rather just moved the head forward and back by alternately sucking and releasing, the nursing thing again. As she began gently kneading my still restrained balls and causing the device inside me to rub over my prostate with the finger that was still inside, the fire began to grow.

I still couldn't help but wonder if it would continue to build until I orgasmed or die away as had happened so often in the past. Her ministrations at my cock felt wonderful but I was beginning to have the old doubts when her hand released my balls and suddenly they started vibrating and shaking as she activated the device under them again. This time it was different, my balls were no longer held tight but were free to move about and they were literally dancing as the device worked it's magic.

I hardly felt a second finger going in my ass but it's intent became obvious when I felt the egg inside me pushed hard against my prostate. I nearly came clear off the bed when she pushed the second button on and moved it so that it would stay on as she had done with the one under my balls.

Within seconds I cried out so loudly that it was a wonder that security didn't pay a visit as my insides seemed to explode as my cum jetted out into her sucking mouth. All my senses were in absolute overload as my prostate pumped out my cum in response to the vibrations of the egg being held firm against it.

My prostate continued to spasm long after there was nothing left and I had to beg her to stop. There was no need to tell me to say put, I was absolutely exhausted as she slipped first her fingers, then the egg from my ass and released my balls to hang free. She returned from the bathroom with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned me up, then helped me turn and put my legs on the bed. Then a peck on the cheek and I was out like a light.

Out of the fog came a knocking sound, then voices that I couldn't understand. I shook my head to wake up and saw that it was getting dark outside and wondered who was at the door. I was still mulling over what she had done to me earlier and how the catheter had felt sliding down inside my cock when Pam came bouncing in the room in her little tennis skirt and a wifebeater and announced that dinner was served.




His Problem Solved Ch. 04



I did notice a little burning as I stood at the stool and emptied my bladder, but it wasn't any big deal and certainly worth it. Then I slipped on a pair of the nearly non-existent jogging shorts and walked out the door to see Pam sitting near the water's edge in a beach recliner and another beside it. When I got closer I saw the little table between them that held a plate of deli sandwiches, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. Room service scores again!

As we ate, the thought occurred to me that we weren't doing our waistlines any favors, but what the hell... we're on vacation. Two sandwiches apiece and the bottle of wine put both of us in a mellow mood and it was nice to just lean back and listen to the waves break, disturbed only by occasional muffled voices in the distance.

The silence was finally broken by the chuckle that escaped from my lips when I recalled the little scene with the room service girl. Perhaps she had never seen an uncut cock before, and maybe her boyfriend had reaped the benefits if looking had turned her on.

Pam asked me what I was laughing about and she giggled too when I told her. Then she asked what I thought about the catheter play. I described as best I could how it felt as she slid it into me and she seemed surprised that I could actually feel it passing through my prostate. I told her then how strange the feeling was of not being able to pee, then not having control of that function or able to stop it when she opened the clamp.

We both agreed that the afternoon of teasing each other with the vibrators was also good fun as well as stimulating. I could hardly find words to describe how it felt as she held the one in my ass against my prostate, but quickly added that I had loved it and she could do that ANYTIME.

I couldn't resist asking where she had come up with those ideas and she confessed that the wife of the toy storeowner had joined her in a cup of coffee and that they had had quite a discussion. Since we would probably never see these folks again, Pam said that she had given her an insight into the problem that I had experienced and our visits with the doctor and that the lady had given her several suggestions and explained some things that her husband enjoyed.

At this stage of the game, I wasn't the slightest concerned about how much she had spent there, and secretly hoped she would buy out the store. When I asked what all they had talked about, she just grinned and said that I would find out one of these days. Then Pam said that she hoped that I wasn't upset about her telling the lady about us and my difficulties, and I told her that it was not a problem, especially since we would never talk to them again after we left. "I wouldn't say that, we have already exchanged e-mail addresses."

Oh damn, I thought to myself, what have we gotten into?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of water around our chairs indicating it was time to move. As I folded up the chairs to move them beyond the high-tide mark I was treated to the pleasure of seeing two full moons when Pam bent over to pick up the tray and the wind flipped her little skirt up and on to her back. What I had done to deserve this good fortune was a mystery, but I made up my mind to just go with it, wherever it led us to.

I opened my eyes the next morning to find Pam still asleep beside me. I spent several long minutes without moving, just letting my eyes feast on her body. She was on her back with one arm above her head and the other beside her, her breasts rising and falling slightly as she breathed. Her legs were spread enough for me to see that her pussy lips were tightly closed and hiding the treasures beyond.

I wet my finger and reached over and touched it to the end of one nipple and watched as it stiffened, then repeated with the other. As I slowly circled first one, then the other, she stirred, then opened her eyes and reached out to me. One kiss, morning breath and all, was all it took to awaken the rest of me and she let out a little purr when her hand encountered my hardness.

When my finger parted her lips I found that her juices were already making an appearance and when she spread her legs and pulled me over onto her I knew that the moment of truth had arrived, a moment I had actually been dreading. While she had been able to bring me to several outstanding orgasms, the question remained... would I be able to cum from having intercourse without the additional stimulation?

Those other things that she had done had been fun, no doubt, and I endeavored to focus on some of them rather than the nagging doubt that tried to surface. As I had done so many times in our lives, I retracted my foreskin and rubbed the head between her lips, coating it with my precum and her wetness, then eased it inside her, inside that warm tunnel that had always felt so good and that I had loved for so many years.

Once I was deep inside, I held still for a few seconds, then began slowly moving in and out. With practiced precision I adjusted my position to provide maximum contact with her clit and with that magic spot inside. My eyes were on her breasts as they danced to the rhythm of my increasing tempo.

This is the epitome of two joining as one, the sharing of feelings that only two people who are truly in love can experience. Her building arousal stimulated my own and her pussy gripped me tightly as she soared to her release, bringing me along with her to that place I hadn't been for so long, to the moment in time when all other thoughts are pushed aside.

I cried out with unbridled joy as I reached that point from which there is no turning back, that place from which orgasm is unstoppable, that time when, from the first days of mankind, the essence of manhood is delivered into the receptacle that God designed.

Even as my cock was spewing its precious fluid, tears rained down on my wife's face, tears of relief and of happiness. The final barrier had been broken; I was a complete man again!

Pam was still kissing away my tears as I softened and eased out, not caring about the mess as my cum flooded back out of her. I did something that I had never done before, I reached down and slipped my finger deep inside her, coating it with result of our union, then brought it to her lips and then to mine before kissing her deeply, sharing in that manner the combined juices of our love.

No matter where the future leads, no matter what we might experience, this day will be forever burned into my memory. I know that I must have looked, and maybe acted, like a newlywed that had just experienced sex for the first time as we made our way through the breakfast buffet and maybe in a way I had. I had experienced it for the first time.... Again!

I felt younger and more alive than I had in years as we made our way back after breakfast and when we reached the door, I told Pam that I wanted to try something that we had not experienced since we arrived. Once inside, I undressed her, then removed all my clothes and retrieved two of the little robes. With those as our only covering, I led her by the hand outside and around to the yet unused hot tub.

The morning air was still cool enough to make the hot, bubbling water enjoyable as we sat together in silence. The jets were making too much noise for quite conversation so after a while I turned them off, leaving only the circulating pump on. As the last of the bubbles disappeared, leaving the water clear I was treated with the view of her breasts bobbing gently under the water. I watched them for a moment, then moved to a seat large enough to allow me to lean back and draw her onto my lap.

We sat like that for a while, her reclining against my chest and my arms around her, cradling her breasts on my arms before I whispered my thanks in her ear. She snuggled even tighter and we began discussing all that had happened in the last few days, each giving an honest appraisal of what it had meant and how it could change our lives in the future. Both re-affirmed our resolution to not include others and to be open and up front in our feelings and desires.

I told her that, in my opinion, nothing that we shared in our marital bed, so to speak, should be considered as perverse or un-natural and that we should open ourselves to any form of pleasure that seemed enjoyable and to not be afraid to experiment and discover new ways to excite and inspire each other. She agreed and added that perhaps we should keep a diary together that would chronicle our adventures.

Having reached the prune stage, we exited the hot tub and dressed in our walking clothes and spent a couple of hours wandering the beach. Hand in hand, we envied those about us of their youth, but were happy in the knowledge that we were experiencing a bond that most of them would probably never have.

When we returned from our walk, I kissed her and pushed her inside and this time it was my turn to say, "I'll be back in a bit."

My conversation with the concierge went the way I had hoped and within minutes I was back and asking Pam if she would like to go swimming. She looked at me with surprise, then with realization, when I interrupted her in mid-sentence saying that she needn't bother with her swimsuit, what she had on would be fine.

My heart did a little flip-flop as we walked past the sign advising that we were entering a clothing-optional beach. I had asked the courtesy car driver to pick us up in three hours because I figured that by that time we would be baked.

My fears of being the only old folks were quickly dispelled when I observed people of all ages and physical shapes enjoying themselves in the all-together. I assumed that an erection would probably not be a desirable reaction and was concerned that I would have a problem maintaining my cool and was relieved to note, although they were not flaunting them, that there were several men whose cocks were in full bloom.

We settled in a spot away from the main throng and after a slight hesitation I was bare-ass naked in a group of people of both sexes for the first time. I relaxed a little when I looked around and found that no one seemed to be paying any particular attention to us.

The first order of business was to cover ourselves, especially those tender parts, with sunblock. When Pam had finished with her front side, I offered to do the backside for her. It seemed a little surreal to be in the midst of hundreds of people and have my wife laying face down on a towel with her legs open enough to display the most private of her parts to anyone who cared to look.

My erection was impossible to hide as I knelt by her side and smoothed the lotion slowly over her shoulders and back, working my way ever closer to her buttocks. I was casually observing the reactions of others as they walked by and while none stopped and openly stared, many of them slowed and watched and a few gave a nod of approval.

By the time I reached her asscheeks, I knew that precum was dripping from my foreskin and I made up my mind that I didn't care and that they could just eat their hearts out. Just as I completed my task, there was a break in the stream of people walking by and I took the opportunity to run a slick finger over her pussy lips and then drag it back across her little pucker. 

After a quick glance to assure the coast was relatively clear, I slid the finger slowly in as far as I could and then back out. Her loud purr assured me that the invasion had been welcome and with a playful swat I dropped the sunblock at her hand and announced that it was her turn to do me.

We changed positions and I folded my arms and laid my head on them as her hands began their work. When she was about halfway down my back, I turned my head to face the other direction and caught a whiff of her feminine scent. I slowly spread my arms apart until the finger that had been between her lips and then in her ass was directly under my nose.

I was making some purring sounds of my own by the time she reached my asscheeks, especially when she changed positions and used both hands to encourage me to spread my legs even wider apart. My eyes were closed and I was in my own little dream world as her hands reached in and cupped and lifted my balls. Even though I had already covered them, I was not about to complain as she rolled them around in her slick hand, even separating and rubbing each one individually.

I was thankful that my rock hard cock was trapped under me and not in view as she released my balls. I jumped a little when I felt a stream of lotion squirted right in the crack of my ass, making a direct hit on my asshole. Almost involuntarily my legs spread even more as her fingers worked the lotion into every small spot, then her finger was poised at the center of my sphincter.

Turnabout is fair play, I thought, as it invaded me, causing me to purr again when it made a pass over my prostate before backing out. A return pat on my ass signaled that she was finished so I raised my head and turned to thank her and was astonished to see several ladies right behind me just turning to walk away!

"See!" she said, "ladies like to look too, and boy did they get a show."

"Well, I hope they enjoyed it."

"I think so, none of them were shaved so I doubt that their mates were either and they seemed fascinated by your smooth balls, now lets go for a swim."

I begged off for a few minutes to let my erection subside. I closed my eyes and thought of everything BUT naked women and in about ten minutes I felt that I could make it to the water without drawing too much attention. It was only about thirty yards to the water and I concentrated on looking at the men rather than the women and took note that while probably a third of them were shaved, I didn't see any others that were shaved AND uncut.

The cool water did feel good, as did the sensation of my cock and balls floating free. We spent probably an hour in the water up to our necks, enjoying an occasional grope and hug before returning to our towels. I noticed several men and women watching us and came to the conclusion, while it could hardly be considered voyeurism, given the setting, that observation and appreciation WAS a part of the nude beach scene.

I did my share of "observing" as well. I have never considered myself as being well endowed but at least I did fall into the average category in my straw poll and the presence of a foreskin seemed to draw as much attention as the guys with the big cocks were getting. Not that I was trying to draw attention to myself, but it did give the old ego a boost.

After another liberal, but more sedate application of sunblock we had stretched out on our towels and were soaking up some rays while participating in the "observing" category of nude beach life when a middle-aged couple approached and introduced themselves and asked if we minded a few questions. We waved them to have a sit-down and after exchanging pleasantries they came to the point and commented about the fact that we were both shaved and asked why and was it worth doing.

While explaining that we had recently started shaving and the benefits and drawbacks I noticed that he was looking closely at Pam's bare pussy. Pam noticed it as well and spread her legs and told him that he was welcome to take a closer look and related how much better it felt when I licked and sucked her there and added that she enjoyed sucking my cock and balls and even my ass much more since I shaved.

That last remark caused a raised eyebrow from both of them and the predictable reaction from me. Pam even went so far as to take her fingers and spread her lips apart to show him that there was no hair anywhere and I noticed that the lady was looking intently at my cock as it started swelling and a drop of precum dripped out of my foreskin.

My condition did not escape Pam's notice either and after the couple had thanked us and walked away she whispered that she wished the courtesy car would come back. I felt the same way and couldn't believe that she had been so brazen about displaying her pussy and making the comments she had made.

I rolled on my side and poked her arm and said, "Lady, what have you done with my wife?"

She stuck her finger under my chin, looked me square in the eye and said, "Buster, you just wait till we get back and I'll SHOW you what I've done with your wife!"

I was both observing and keeping an eye on the parking lot and while it seemed like an eternity, it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes or so until I saw the courtesy car pull up to the loading zone. I nudged Pam and told her the car was here and she jumped up immediately, picked up our towels and literally dragged me to the beach showers so we could wash off the sand and excess lotion before we struggled into our clothes.

I couldn't tell whether it was the effect of the air conditioning in the car or her arousal that caused Pam's nipples to stand out, but they were quite a sight as they threatened to poke holes in the thin top she was wearing.

The car deposited us at the front drive and as we walked back to the bungalow I kiddingly asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. Fortunately we were facing away from the hotel because the jabbed me in the ribs, then put her hand over my cock and said, "I have what I want to eat right here!"

We made it inside and in the time it took for me to close the door and lock it she had stripped naked. I had never seen her in such a state. Her eyes were glazed and had that far away look and when I glanced down at her pussy I saw that her juices were running down the inside of her legs. Before I could even take my shorts off she had me by the hand, dragging me toward the bedroom.

By the time we were next to the bed I had managed to pull my shirt off and Pam had my shorts around my feet. When I stepped out of them she straightened up and hugged me and said, "I have wanted you all afternoon." " I got so hot rubbing that lotion on you while those women watched, and did you see the look on that couple's face when I said that I liked eating your ass?"

I said that I had and told her that she wasn't the only one that had gotten excited. She knew that, of course, after having seen my cock stiffen and precum drip from my foreskin.

Then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. "First I am going to eat you, then you are going to eat me... ALL of me," she exclaimed as she sank to her knees between my legs.

My insides surged as she sucked my foreskin between her lips and slid her tongue inside it. Damn how I had grown to love that already! Since other than pissing in the ocean during our swim, I hadn't used the bathroom so I hoped that there were no nasty surprises in there as I felt her tongue digging deep and swirling all around.

After this morning, combined with the stimulation of the afternoon at the beach, the warm feeling was starting in my belly already and for the first time in ages I was worried about cumming too quickly. When her tongue retreated to the tip of my cock and began digging in that little hole my bladder, although far from full, began to churn.

Rather than fight it, I simply relaxed and let the little sphincter open and deliver what she was seeking. I could hear her gulping and swallowing as she drank from the straw that was my foreskin.

As soon as the flow of my hot piss stopped, she started lowering her head taking more and more of my cock in her mouth until the head reached the opening of her throat. Then an instant of hesitation followed by a harder push making the head pop through the foreskin and into her gullet. She held it there for a few seconds and backed off until only the head remained in her mouth, then smoothly back down until her lips were mashed against my pubic bone and her throat muscles were gripping my bare cockhead.




His Problem Solved Ch. 04



It wasn't going to take much of that to make me cum and I am sure that Pam could tell that I was getting really close because she let my cock slip from her mouth and lowered her head and sucked my balls inside that warm, wet cavern. While the feeling of impending orgasm passed, her licking and prodding of my balls kept my level of arousal very high.

Without even letting my balls escape her mouth I felt her hands on the underside of my legs, pushing up on them. I took the cue and raised them up and back and as wide open as I could. A little moan from me was the result of a fingertip lightly stroking the surface of my asshole and my hope was realized as she let first one, then the other ball pop from her mouth and her tongue began tracing the little seam down toward my sphincter.

When the tip of her tongue reached my anus I felt it tighten so I started deep breathing, willing it to relax. As soon as the tension lessened it started wiggling and making entry. I was still amazed at how sensitive the asshole is; I could feel each little movement and every fraction of an inch of the inward progression.

The involuntary contractions finally died away and my hole softened to her ministrations so she started pushing her tongue in and out, fucking it as far in as she could then gathering more saliva each time she pulled it back out. The feeling was so intense that I lost track of how long she fucked my ass with her tongue and at some point my hole had dilated enough that she was able insert the full length inside me.

Several times, when her tongue was deep inside me, she would reach up and stroke my cock until I was close to the point of no return and then release it. Each time it would take fewer strokes to bring me to that level. Finally I was convinced that the very next time she so much as touched my cock I would explode. Instead of reaching for me again, her tongue slipped from my ass and I groaned at the feeling of sudden emptiness.

She patted my balls and crawled up on the bed proclaiming it was now my turn. My arms were extended back over my head so when she straddled me and lowered her pussy to my mouth my hands and arms were behind her legs. She had brought me to the brink so many times that I was crazy with desire. 

As soon as her pussy was within reach I started licking and sucking like a mad man, only it was her that controlled which area received the attention by simply moving forward or back. Every once in a while she would lean forward and capture my cock in her mouth and suck it deep, keeping my arousal at a fever pitch.

Then she quit moving back and forth and settled her clit, and the opening of her urethra, directly over my tongue. Almost as soon as I began my assault on her clit her belly started quivering and she mashed her pussy down so hard on my mouth that if my hands hadn't been free to spread her ass cheeks I might have suffocated.

About all I could do was open my mouth wide and fasten it tightly around her lips and let her grind out that first orgasm on me. As soon as the spasms subsided a little she raised up enough for me to lick from her vulva up and over her pisshole to her clit and back down. Every time I drug across her pisshole to her clit another tremor would hit like she was having a mini-orgasm each time.

I was having to swallow continuously to keep up with the river of juices cascading from her pussy and was expecting any minute to feel her piss filling my mouth as well. The flavor of her secretions in my mouth and the heavy odor of her asshole, which had been rubbing constantly over my nose, were driving me to an ever-higher plateau.

Just as I had steeled myself for the onslaught from her bladder, she raised up and shifted her position, bringing her musky asshole to my lips. I was in no mood for preliminaries and just fastened my lips around it and began driving my tongue inside.

Since she was basically sitting back on her heels her hands were free and it wasn't long until her hand started bumping my chin and I realized that she was masturbating while I tongued her asshole. Every few seconds another little spasm would hit and force my tongue back out.

She seemed to be having what amounted to a continuous orgasm and I contented myself with just sucking at her anus. Each time a tremor hit it would draw up and when she relaxed it would flower open and I would suck harder. The little mini-orgasms kept getting closer together and more intense, like she was building up to another big one.

I lost track of how many times the sequence was repeated, then suddenly she let out a long groan and tightened up again, only this time her asshole didn't close as it had previously. How she held herself that tense for so long without running out of breath is beyond me but I kept my lips securely fastened around her puffy sphincter.

Just as I felt her began to relax I increased the suction once again and heard her hiss, "OH YESSSSS," and the reason for the change became evident as her asshole started opening wider and wider in my lips. My tongue was the first thing to contact the blunt end of her offering as it started easing out and I was immediately struck with how soft, yet firm it was and strangely slick and smooth. There was precious little time to dwell on those thoughts as it slid ever so slowly across my tongue and began to fill my mouth.

The realization that she was really doing it, that she was actually fulfilling my driving desire to eat from her ass, was causing an orgasm to build rapidly and by the time her gift had reached the back of my mouth my excitement peaked and my prostate started pumping my cum out in great heaves. 

When it began pushing at the entrance to my throat I knew I had to do something so I made a quick decision to just bite through it and as soon as that section was free I started trying to swallow it. Even as I was doing that my mouth was filling again and I was forced to bite through again and move that piece to the side into my cheek to make room for the next.

With the other cheek filled as well, I was about ready to abandon the effort, but fortunately the final portion was smaller and I just held it on my tongue until there was room to swallow it. Then I basically chewed what was in my cheeks into smaller pieces that I could manage. It is difficult to describe my feelings, both physically and psychologically as each bite seemed to catch in my throat before starting it's journey into my belly.

I had been so busy swallowing that my mind hadn't registered everything yet, but the overpowering odor that one would expect was strangely absent. Even after I had managed to get all of it down, the entire inside of my mouth remained thickly coated with the odd slickness I had noted at first, and rather than a discernable taste there was only a strong bitterness.

Slowly Pam dismounted and sat Indian style at my head. There was a look of apprehension on her face at the realization of what she had just done. When I squeezed her hand, smiled and said, "thank you, it was wonderful," that look melted into one of relief. Then she completely surprised me by leaning over and kissing me full on the mouth, extending her tongue in alongside mine, then drawing mine deep into her mouth.

I could still feel my throat muscles working deep inside me in an attempt to work the remainder all the way down so I patted her ass and excused myself to get a drink. As I stood at the sink and drank heavily my stomach had a few butterflies that I attributed more to the thick consistency than anything else and that feeling soon passed.

The water did little; however, to remove the thick coating remaining in my mouth so I retired to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I ended up using a wash cloth (which I later disposed of deep in the trash) to swab out my mouth and it was only at that point that I noticed an odor, but it still wasn't that objectionable, only serving to remind me of what I had just done.

When Pam had freshened up as well, she asked me if I still wanted to get something to eat. When I was able to quit laughing I told her that I had already had a full meal and she started giggling herself.

She ended up ordering a sandwich for herself and a carafe of coffee for me. By the time she had eaten and I had consumed a couple cups of hot coffee the sun was dropping below the horizon so we decided to drag the beach recliners out to the water again.

As had become our custom, we ended up discussing the day... and what a day it had been! For the first time in ages we had slowly made love and I had been able to reach an orgasm, then our first experience at a nude beach, and then the evening!

Obviously curious, Pam started questioning me about what it was like and if it was all that I had anticipated it being. When I started describing what it was like when her "offering" started easing out, she punched me in the arm and said, "Quit beating around the bush, it wasn't an offering, or a gift, I shit in your mouth and you ate it all, so lets call it what it was."

I was taken aback at her language, but she was right. What had happened was strictly between us so why not? So I finished recounting the experience in graphic detail AND language. We agreed that probably everyone on the planet would think of us as perverts and freaks if they knew, but I didn't give a damn. If we were happy and enjoyed it, then nothing else mattered.

Later as we cuddled together in bed, I couldn't stop replaying in my mind the sensation of her asshole slowly opening to my sucking mouth and the first taste of her shit on my tongue, then how I had become so excited that I had orgasmed as it filled my mouth without her even touching my cock. Even as I drifted off to sleep I was conscious of my cock being erect and the subtle flavor of her in my mouth.

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I know that this type of story did not appeal to everyone, thus the warning that preceded it.

To those who chose to read it, I hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy the future chapters.

Your comments and feedback will be welcomed and much appreciated (I hope). 



His Problem Solved Ch. 05



This story contains explicit descriptions of various sexual acts between a man and wife. If you are underage or if it is illegal for you to read such material, please exit now.

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Is this final chapter the beginning of the end of this story, or only the end of the beginning? Only time will tell.

If you are offended by stories containing piss play (including ingestion), oral/anal play (including ingestion of feces), anal dilation and penetration of the urethra by devices, then this story is not for you. If you continue on, rest assured that it is all fiction, well, maybe part of it and the characters are not intended to portray any person, living or deceased.

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As I lay still, listening to the sounds of paradise, I was saddened when I realized that this was our last full day here. That mood passed almost immediately as I began thinking of all the things that we had done since arriving and then a line from one of my favorite movies came to mind. In "Hollywood Knights", the owner of the garage remarked to the young man preparing to leave for military service, "Remember, everything changes, nothing stays the same."

That was certainly an apt description of our situation now. In a little over a week our lives had been forever altered. Never again would I judge anything we did by others standards of what might or might not be acceptable sexual practices. As far as I was concerned, we were free to set our own standards and they were no one else's business.

The silly notion that as long as I stayed in bed, the last day hadn't officially begun was soon disrupted by the inevitable call of nature. I slipped out of bed and as I padded to the bathroom I wondered why having a full bladder in the morning resulted in a hard cock when it didn't cause that to happen any other time.

The act of pissing through my foreskin was still new enough to me to make it erotic in it's own right and as the last few drops exited, it made me wish that I could take it in my own mouth. Since we had crashed last night without showering, I turned on the hot water, then sat on the throne so I could make my grumbling bowels happy.

As I relaxed my sphincter and felt a big log spreading it open, the thought occurred to me that since I hadn't eaten anything since early yesterday, what was coming out of me was the very same that I had consumed from Pam's ass. I still couldn't believe that it had actually happened and while it didn't sound all that appealing now, it certainly had last night!

The shower felt so good that I had to finally make myself turn the water off. A shave top and bottom and a visit from the toothbrush and I felt like a new man. As soon as I opened the door and stepped out I was greeted with a hug and a peck on the cheek and the announcement, "It's my turn now, and breakfast is on the way."

No sooner had the bathroom door closed than there was a knock on the front door. Since I was wearing only a towel I debated on whether to run for my shorts or answer it the way I was. What the hell, the towel covered more than my shorts, so to the door I went and to my surprise the same young girl that had delivered my coffee to the upper deck was carrying the tray.

"Sorry about the towel, just got out of the shower."

"No problem sir, but I did like the shorts better."

Now I knew my face was red, but before I could think of a reply to that, she said, "I apologize if I embarrassed you, it's just that I have never seen one before."

"You have never seen a man before," I asked, thinking it was rather strange since she appeared to be in her early twenties.

"Of course, and my boyfriend is also shaved, but I have never seen an uncircumcised one before."

I finally woke up and realized that she was still standing in the door holding the breakfast tray so I stepped back and asked her to put it on the coffee table. I could hear the shower still running as I told her that I would get her a tip. I was dumfounded when she looked me in the eyes and said, "To tell the truth, I was actually hoping for the same tip as before."

"What happened last time was totally unintentional, I didn't even realize that I was exposed until my wife pointed it out later when she came upstairs, but if you are asking to see it again my towel might accidentally slip."

Even while I was speaking I could tell that my cock was having the predictable response and she noticed as well. She looked back up and nodded her head, then sat down on the couch. I stepped up right in front of her, spread my legs a little, then put my hands on either side of the towel and pulled it open.

By this time I was fully erect and she just stared straight at it for several seconds. Then her hand came up as if she was going to take hold of it but stopped before touching me as if she suddenly realized what she was doing. She glanced up and it was my turn to nod my head.

Her fingers touched me so lightly that I hardly felt it as she rubbed over the head then gently pinched the part of my foreskin that was hanging loose past it. In a voice barely above a whisper she asked if it always stayed that way, meaning was the head always covered, and I answered her question by taking my fingers and retracting my foreskin, leaving the head exposed.

"That is so cool," she remarked as we heard the shower being turned off. Immediately she was on her feet and as I wrapped the towel back around me she said, "thank you very much," and was out the door.

I was still standing in the same spot and wondering if that had really happened when I was grabbed from the back in a bear hug, only there was no fur on the bear. Her hands dropped to my waist, then down and encountered by still hard cock. "Boy, you must be glad to see me," she whispered in my ear as she pulled the towel open and let it fall.

"I am now!" I replied, then related what had just happened.

"I wish I could have seen the look on her face and on YOURS too."

I said that her expression had been priceless and that I hoped what I had done was ok.

"Of course, you should have seen the ladies at the beach when I played with your balls and then stuck my finger in your ass... now come in the bedroom and help me dry off those hard to reach places."

For the second time since our adventure began in Dr. Williams' office, I was able to make sweet love to my wife, filling her pussy to overflowing without a hint of the previous difficulties.

As we basked in the afterglow of our union, having retired to the deck with the breakfast tray, I remarked to Pam that while all the kinky stuff we had done was great fun, it was nothing compared to what we had just shared. She agreed and added to it that we needed to be careful the kinky stuff didn't become more important than the reason for it.

I was looking out at the ocean as I, in turn, agreed with her... then I was smacked up side the head with a chunk of sweetroll. When I whipped my head around to look at Pam, she grinned real big and said, "Buster, if it does THAT to you, then maybe you should drop your towel more often."

"Now just who would you want me to drop my towel in front of?"

"No one in particular that I can think of at the moment, but you never know."

"Besides, I know that you get a kick out of it when I expose myself and tease other guys, but what you don't know is that I find it highly arousing when I think about you exposing yourself."

"Well, as you found out, I enjoyed it myself, but the problem is that if a woman exposes herself to a guy, they call it a blessing... but if a man exposes himself to a woman, they call it a felony."

"Oh, I know that, but I do get hot thinking about it, maybe I should call for some more coffee!"

I told her that it probably wouldn't be a good idea as I felt that I had probably played that one for all it was worth, but if a safe opportunity came my way, something like that just might happen again.

We had been there for probably a half an hour or more, just enjoying the peace and quiet and the sea breeze when we heard someone knocking on the door. I yelled out that we were on the deck and as we heard someone coming up the steps we both scrambled to make ourselves as presentable as the little robes would allow.

The face that presented itself at the top of the stairs was none other than that of my little friend from earlier. I could see the hesitation as she noticed Pam there with me but I waved her on up and then introduced Pam and learned that her name was Kim.

I could tell that she was uncomfortable as she explained the reason for her visit. It seems that the hotel manager was aware that this was our last full day and had sent her to ask if there was anything that the hotel and the staff could do to make it a memorable one.

Although I had not yet broached Pam with the idea, I asked if the hotel could arrange a helicopter tour of the islands. She said that she could go check and that she knew that the hotel had done that in the past for guests. I looked over at Pam and she nodded her approval and Kim had a look of relief as she started back down the steps.

Within minutes she was back, calling to us from the ground, so we invited her back up again. She was carrying some pamphlets about the tour and advised us that it had been arranged and that a car would pick us up at noon and that we would have to go by boat to another island first and that we would be returning at about five.

That gave us about two hours to get ready and just as I was going to relay our thanks for arranging things I heard Pam clear her throat. I glanced over at her and saw that Cheshire cat grin and before I could say anything Pam said, "You know, the hotel should do something about their towels, they need to find some that don't fall off."

Instantly Kim had that 'deer caught in the headlights' expression on her face and I actually thought she was going to start running down the stairs before Pam could explain that she knew all about the towel episode and that had been nothing compared to what we had done at the nude beach.

I recognized that this was one of those times that I should just keep my mouth shut as Pam related the incidents at the beach and explained that while we weren't nudists, that neither of us was ashamed of our bodies. She even went into detail about showing me off to the group of ladies.

Kim seemed to relax considerably but still attempted to apologize for this morning. Pam cut her off and insisted that no apology was necessary, then said, "I understand that you had never seen an uncut cock before, if you have any questions we would be happy to answer them as best we can."

You could tell that Kim wanted to ask something but just couldn't quite make herself do it, so Pam told her that nothing she could ask would embarrass either of us and that this might be her only opportunity to have her questions answered in this kind of setting.

Gathering her nerve, Kim began with a statement. "When I first saw him, on the deck, I couldn't help but look but couldn't quite figure out what I was seeing. I thought at first that his penis didn't have a head but then I could see the bulge and that it was covered with skin and even had some hanging loose past the bulge but I had never seen anything like it and just couldn't tear my eyes away."

She continued, "I told my boyfriend about it and he encouraged me to inquire about it if I wanted to, I just didn't know how to approach your husband so I just dropped a hint this morning and the rest you know."

Then Pam asked if she had gotten her questions answered and Kim replied that she had had time to ask only one when she heard the shower stop. It didn't take many smarts to see where this was leading and I am sure that I would have been totally erect if Pam and I hadn't just made love an hour before. As it was, I could feel Mr. Happy making his presence known.

"So what questions to you still have?"

Another period of silence, then, "When I saw him this morning, he was hard and the skin was still covering all of it, then he pulled it back and it looked normal... does he leave it covered when he is, uh, inside you, and does it feel better?"

"Truthfully, when he is in my pussy I cannot tell whether it is covered or not, but when I take him in my mouth it is a lot more fun to play with if his foreskin is covering the head entirely, at least at first."

Then Pam continued, describing clearly how the foreskin enabled her to take my cock all the way into her throat and also how it made anal penetration much easier in the same way. I could tell that the conversation was arousing Kim and she wasn't alone.

Kim's next question was if Pam actually enjoyed having me stick my penis in her ass. "Oh yes, honey, it feels divine... granted sometimes there is a little pain at first but it doesn't last long and the feeling of him sliding in and out and probing deep inside me makes me cum so hard!"

"My boyfriend has been wanting to do that to me but I have been afraid that it would hurt too much and that it would be so dirty."

Pam explained how important it was to go slow and have him loosen up her asshole with a finger at first, then two or three, and always use plenty of lube. Then she added that if she was concerned about cleanliness that she could take an enema first, and that sometimes we did that and sometimes not.

I was glad that Pam did not delve any farther into that subject because I doubt that Kim would have been ready for that.

Next Kim asked if it was necessary for me to retract the foreskin in order to cum.

"Not at all," Pam answered, "Sometimes I like to just suck on his foreskin and slip my tongue inside of it, especially if I happen to be massaging his prostate, and when he cums I draw it all out through his foreskin like sucking a malt through a straw... once in a while I will even drink his pee the same way."

Kim's eyes flew wide open at that statement. "Of course I do," Pam answered the unasked question, "the doctor assured us that as long as neither has an infection it is quite harmless and if you drink lots of water and pee several times beforehand there is very little taste."

"But WHY?"

"Just because it feels good, like when he cums in my mouth only there is a lot more of it."

Kim nodded, then asked, "You said something about massaging his, uh, prostate... I don't understand what you meant."

Pam did a very good job of explaining what the prostate was and how it worked and how much it could increase the pleasure for a man if it was manipulated while paying attention to his cock in some manner. Kim's eyebrows raised again as Pam went over how to go about massaging the prostate, that it could be done either with some fingers or a toy inserted into the rectum until the prostate was encountered.

Kim said that she had rubbed her finger over her boyfriend's asshole once and he made her stop, saying that he wasn't gay. Pam countered, saying, "You like it when he licks your pussy don't you?" When Kim nodded yes, "Well, that is what lesbians do, you playing with his ass no more makes him gay than him licking your pussy makes you a lesbian."

"That makes sense, I just don't think he would ever let me, and if he did, I wouldn't know just what to do."

Mind you, I had not uttered so much as one word, and I was curious as to just how Pam was going to respond now. Then it was my turn to raise my eyebrows when Pam asked her if she would like for us to show her.

"Well I, uh, I don't know, uh, I don't think that would be right."

"It's not a big deal, really, you have already seen Jim naked and with a hardon, and it's not like you would be having sex and cheating on your boyfriend," Pam offered, "it would just be us showing you how please him in a way you never have."

Both of them looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I have no problem with it if she wants to."

"Ok, if you are sure it's alright with you, I mean, you're married and..."

"Trust me," Pam interrupted, "it's really ok, but only if you want to."

Who would have thought that I would find myself on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed and holding myself wide open so my wife could show a young lady how to finger my ass? But there I was with a hard cock dripping precum while Pam explained the necessity of wearing a surgical glove to prevent injury and of using plenty of lube.

She had Kim kneel at my ass and she just stared for several seconds at my cock as precum bubbled out of the foreskin before I heard the click of the KY cap and saw her squeezing a generous portion onto Kim's gloved finger.

I decided that it would be best if I didn't watch so I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I felt Kim's finger rubbing lightly over my asshole.

Then at Pam's instruction the finger centered on my asshole and began to slip slowly in. I couldn't suppress a little moan and instantly Kim asked if she was hurting me. "Not at all," I replied, "it just feels so good that I can't help it."

Pam then described what my prostate would feel like and that I would tell her when she was at the right spot.

At Pam's encouragement she pushed all the way in and as her knuckles bottomed out against my hole I moaned again and said, "right there!" as the pad of her finger slid across my prostate.

"I can feel it, like a lump inside him, now what do I do?"

"Just rub gently back and forth over it, then push into it, right in the center, and watch his cock."

I didn't look, but I could feel precum pouring out of my foreskin in response to her pumping action and heard Pam explain that the cowper's gland, that secretes precum, was located in the same area.

"Now, can you feel how much his asshole has relaxed around your finger?"

I had been making a conscious effort to relax it and when Kim said that she could tell a lot of difference Pam suggested that she slip her finger out and then replace it with two. Then Pam told her about putting one finger on top of the other, making a little wedge shape and holding a steady, gentle pressure until the asshole loosened and accepted them.

Kim was a fast learner and shortly there were two fingers buried deep inside me and Pam was instructing her to position a fingertip on either side of my prostate and squeeze them together, trapping it between them, and then to stroke it gently.

Pam was in the process of telling her that it was possible to make a man cum just massaging his prostate when Kim's pager sounded off. "I'm sorry but I have to go, but I want to thank you for doing this for me... I don't know if I will ever get to put it to use but I am sure going to try."

In what seemed like seconds she had peeled the glove off and was out the door. I looked at Pam with my best silent beg in an effort to get her to pick up where Kim had left off but she just patted me on the balls and said, "Sorry babe, but we don't have time now but I promise I will make it up to you later."

I had completely forgotten about the tour and as soon as Pam had finished wiping up the excess lube I headed for the shower. By the time we were dressed, we had to hurry to make our connection. I wish I could say that we joined the mile-high club but since there were two pilots and another couple there was absolutely no opportunity for any hanky-panky.

I had to admit that the tour was worthwhile though, I had seen shows about Hawaii but none of them could do any justice to the real thing. The scenes were so beautiful and I spent so much time trying to capture them with the camera that sex didn't even enter my thoughts for the entire time we were in the air.

It had been a long time since the breakfast tray this morning so we headed straight for the buffet when we were dropped at the lobby. During the meal Pam said that she wanted to visit the toy store one more time before we left so we went to the bungalow and changed clothes.




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As we walked I was glad that I had worn one of my thongs under my thin shorts because I couldn't keep my eyes off of her breasts swinging free under that wife-beater top, and neither could most of the men that we passed.

Once inside the store her nipples resembled gumdrops in response to the cool air and the man behind the counter took notice as well. I was surprised when she walked right up to him and he greeted her by name, then she introduced me to Larry and asked if Donna was there.

She was, and quickly the girls disappeared into the back of the store, leaving me standing there by Larry. Although younger than us by a number of years, his easygoing manner and sense of humor soon had us chatting like good friends. I could only smile real big when he said that he gathered that we had enjoyed a really adventurous second honeymoon, then I replied that he didn't know the HALF of it.

"Just glad that we could help out, your wife said that most of the things that you have done were for the first time." I replied that he was correct and that we had had no idea what we had been missing for so many years.

He explained that they had been in the same situation until some friends enlightened them and started them on the road to discovery. He went on to say that they were not swingers, but did get together once in a while with that couple and that they had found out how much fun bisexuality could be as well.

I told him that we had never had any other sexual partners since marriage and that gay sex just didn't appeal to me. He responded by explaining that being gay meant that you preferred sex only with men and that he and his wife were very much in love and that being bisexual only meant that there were lots more ways of having fun, and besides, sometimes a man knows better how to please another man.

I quickly steered the conversation in another direction by asking how they had become involved in the business, but there was no mistaking the stirring in my groin that the conversation had caused.

They had come to the conclusion that since they had discovered how much fun sexual toys were, that there had to be others that felt the same way and probably there would be a market for an upscale, serious outlet for them and that they had done well in the business. As a footnote, he added that owning a place like this was rather like being a kid in a candy story, they got to sample the goods!

The girls finally reappeared and after a handshake between us and a hug between them, we were on our way back along the beach. I had never had a thought about man to man sex in my life; other than to make fun of queers, but I couldn't shake the conversation with Larry from my mind.

A nudge to the ribs brought me back to reality and my reply "nothing" didn't wash when Pam asked me why I was so quiet and what was I so deep in thought about.

She just wouldn't let it drop and finally I recounted the conversation that Larry and I had. Pam said that Donna had told her about them being bi and that her response had been much the same as mine. Then she shocked me by saying, "But you have to admit that it is an intriguing thought though."

I figured it best to not pursue it any longer and by the time we reached our door, those thoughts were gone, replaced by wondering what my wife had in store for us on our last night.

I was entertaining thoughts of dragging the beach recliners out to the sand one more time when Pam hugged me from the back and asked if the last few days had been as much fun for me as they had been for her. I replied that they had probably been more fun for me and that I felt kind of guilty about that.

"Do you remember the night when you asked ME where I wanted to take YOU on a honeymoon?" I remembered clearly. "Do you remember why we went to Dr. Williams in the first place?" Again I nodded. "Well this whole trip has been about you, and for you, and I have discovered that it is fun to be in the driver's seat once in a while, so believe me when I say that I am enjoying myself fully."

"Thank you," was all that I could say as I turned and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.

"It's almost dark, let's go for a moonlight walk on the beach." That sounded like a great idea to me and I had turned toward the door when she pulled me back and said, "But let's change clothes first."

I remained in the front room as she requested and in a few minutes she came out of the bedroom with some clothes folded up under her arm and said, "I laid out something for you, go ahead and change, but don't come out until I call you."

Just as the door was closing I heard THE SACK rustle again, then I saw what was laid out for me. On the bed was the tiny pair of panties, a pair of HER shorts, the halter thing that tied over the neck and around the back, and one of my t-shirts.

I recalled the conversation about the panties being in case she wanted to switch roles. I struggled into them and it was difficult to get both of my balls and my cock to stay in them. The shorts took even more effort, one or the other of my balls kept slipping out every time I tried to pull them all the way on.

The shorts were so tight that other than the bulge of my cock above them, my balls formed a perfect 'camel toe' and I hoped that the zipper and button held because I had to suck my gut in as far as I could to get them fastened.

Next came the top. The neck strings were already tied so I slipped it over my head and managed somewhat of a bowknot in the back. I had to look in the mirror and thought I looked silly, then I rubbed my fingertip over my nipples that were making little bumps in the material and they stiffened up immediately.

Fortunately, the T-shirt concealed the outline of the halter, but no one could mistake that the shorts were cut for a woman, not a man.

There was no way I could sit down so I paced the room until she called me out. She was wearing my cargo shorts, one of my big comfy t-shirts and my ball cap. Walking was even a little uncomfortable and as I neared her, she reached out and ran a finger through the cameltoe my balls had formed and said, "Now you know what a lady goes through to wear those tight shorts you like so much."

There were very few people on the beach and we avoided them as we walked, her arm around my waist. Then I felt her hand sliding up inside my T-shirt and I almost jumped out of my skin when she pinched a nipple through the material. Suddenly I could relate when I thought of the many times I had slipped a hand under her top and played with her breasts.

When another couple neared us, she dropped her hand out and rubbed it over my asscheeks like I love to do to her and when we had passed each other she returned her hand under my shirt. This time the fingers slid under the halter and touched my bare, erect nipple.

As she pinched and rolled it between her fingers I became acutely aware of the restrictions placed on my cock by the tight shorts. Without them, I would have been fully erect but there was no place to grow. I knew by now that there had to be a big wet spot in front and I was very glad that it was dark.

I tried once to grope her breasts, but she just said for me to keep my hands to myself. We had walked probably a quarter of a mile when we came to a strip of land that separated two of the hotels. The thick growth of trees and vegetation served as a barrier between the two and after looking around and seeing no one, she led me into it until we were completely concealed.

She put her arms around me and kissed me, then whispered, "Oh baby, I am SO hot...PLEASE!" Then she took my hand and guided it to her crotch. Instead of her pussy, my hand encountered a firm bulge.

My head was swimming as I rubbed over the outline, then I felt hands on my shoulders pushing me down. I sank to my knees and she grabbed my head and forced it into her crotch, mashing my face into the bulge in her shorts. My thoughts were conflicting as I slowly unbuttoned, then unzipped the shorts and let them fall to her feet.

She was wearing one of my thongs and above the waistband there was a cockhead protruding about an inch. I could barely make it out in the darkness and I hesitated, not quite sure what I wanted to do.

Then I heard her whisper, "Baby, please... please suck my cock."

Ever so slowly I peeled the thong down over the straps holding her cock in place, then enough so the rubber phallus dropped in front of my face. When I tucked the thong under her 'balls', I stopped again and looked up. I could just make out the smile, then her hands were on my head again and drawing it forward until the thing made contact with my lips.

I tentatively touched my tongue to it and thought of the many times I had watched her do the same to me, then opened my mouth and let it slip inside. As she moved my head in and out a little, my mind and my heart were doing battle. For a man, this was the taboo of all taboos. I could never have imagined sucking another man's cock, yet it felt so good!

Pam evidently sensed my reluctance and did not force anything, nor did she retreat. Finally my heart won out and I let her cock slide all the way in, surrendering completely to her. Once I had crossed the barrier, it was like I couldn't get enough, alternately licking and sucking on the head, then trying to drive it down my throat.

Time had no meaning as I slobbered over her cock, and when she patted my head and stepped back I felt empty and unfulfilled as it left my mouth.

"I don't want to cum yet, let's go back." Part of me wanted to do that; part of me wanted to stay right where we were. Once she had everything tucked back in, she helped me to my feet and we started the long walk.

Pam wisely kept silent as we walked, only occasionally rubbing a hand over my ass, allowing me opportunity to wrestle with my thoughts.

I still had mixed emotions. On one hand the thought of sucking a cock was against all that I had ever felt, yet the condition of my shorts revealed how my heart had caused my body to respond. It felt like I had pissed in them, they were so wet.

The room was almost dark when we closed the door, but there was enough light from the kitchen for me to see the concern on her face. No spoken words were necessary at that moment. My heart had won the battle and I smiled and simply nodded my head.

She reached up and kissed me softly and whispered, "Baby, let me make love to you."

I followed her to the bedroom and stood silent as she lit two candles, bathing the room in a soft glow. Then she was in front of me and pulling off my T-shirt and I trembled when I looked at my own chest and saw my nipples pushing at the thin material of the halter.

I moaned softly as she rubbed her fingers over them, then reached up to my neck and pulled the bow loose allowing it to drop. It seemed more erotic to be there with the top hanging down, exposing my nipples, yet still tied under them. After only a few minutes of her sucking on first one nipple and then the other, her hands were at my shorts and loosening the button and zipper. My legs started shaking as she peeled them down over my ass. When they finally dropped to the floor, I stepped out of them and I felt her tucking my balls back inside the confines of the panty but leaving the head of my cock sticking up out of the waistband.

As I lay down on the bed I was completely into the role. I stretched my arms over my head and gave myself completely to her. She knelt on the bed beside me as I had done so many times with her and kissed me deeply, filling my mouth with her tongue, then sucking mine into hers.

When she moved down and began licking around my nipples I tried to imagine what it would be like if I really had breasts and every time she would nip at one of them it felt like an electric shock was transmitted straight to my groin. The fire was burning! The more she played with them, the more sensitive they became, especially when she would roll them between her finger and thumb then pinch hard and pull them up. The harder she pinched the stronger the current and the more I wanted.

I am sure that she could feel my belly muscles quivering when she trailed her wet tongue slowly down my abdomen, across my navel, stopping just short of my cockhead. There was only an inch or so sticking out of the waistband, the rest of my cock trapped by the tight panty and I jumped as she swiped at it with her tongue.

"Mmmmm, you clit is so hot!" I heard her whisper, "Let's see if I can coax it out from its hood."

She never actually sucked it into her mouth; she just kept prodding at it and swiping her tongue across it, sending more of those jolts through me. Then she started pushing my foreskin back with her lips until there was just enough of the head exposed that she could rub across it with the tip of her tongue. "Oh, there it is... so good!"

I was close to reaching the crisis point when she stopped and said, "Baby, I want to lick your pussy." With that, she lay down beside me, facing the opposite direction, and rolled me on top of her in a classic sixty-nine position. She maneuvered her arms between my legs so they were behind my legs along with her head and shoulders, giving her free access to my ass.

I never knew when, but sometime during the proceedings she had managed to strip off her clothes as well, leaving her 'cock' right in my face. I couldn't resist taking it in my mouth again as I felt her spreading my cheeks apart, dragging the little string to the side at the same time.

For the first time I saw the arrangement clearly and realized that the part sticking out, which wasn't much larger than my own, was only half of it. I could see that there was another end that went up inside her pussy and was held there by the harness. That meant that she also received a certain degree of stimulation from me sucking on the business end.

About half of it was in my mouth when I felt her wet tongue lap over my asshole, causing me to groan around it as it slid farther in, touching my throat and activating my gag reflex. That gave me a new appreciation for what she was able to do.

I had already grown to love feeling her tongue at my ass, but this time she was doing something different. Instead of sucking and then drilling her tongue inside, she continued lapping at it with long strokes of her tongue, stopping occasionally to wiggle it back and forth across the sensitive hole. Then it dawned on me that she was imitating what I usually do when eating her pussy and that thought only served to excite me even more.

The more she worked at my ass, the more I could feel it softening and opening and the more of her cock I tried to swallow, then I remembered what she usually said to me. I raised my head off of her cock and said, "Honey, please... fuck me... I need your cock in me so bad."

While the change in position wasn't accomplished as smoothly as it usually was, as both of us attempted to duplicate the motions the other usually accomplished, I soon found myself in the missionary position, on my back with my legs up and spread. The only changes from the normal procedure were to put a pillow under my ass and a generous application of KY to her cock.

I was recalling the way my cock always looked as I placed it between her lips when I felt the blunt end of hers demanding entrance. I tried to relax the tension in my anus as much as I could, and at the same time push out when she adjusted the angle of her hips and gave a push. Just an instant of sharp pain causes me to gasp, and then the head was inside.

Fortunately she held still until the spasms in my sphincter settled down and I was no longer gripping the invader like a vise. I took a couple of deep breaths and she caught my invitation as I wiggled my ass a little and pressed in farther. I could swear that I felt each little fake vein and ridge as it slipped through my clenching asshole.

I had an immediate understanding of why gay men loved to be fucked in the ass when the head reached my prostate and slid across it, applying pressure in a totally different manner than her fingers had. Not only could I still feel the irregularities of the rubber cock sliding through my asshole, I could now feel the head of it indent my prostate as it moved over it.

Just as leather of the harness contacted my asshole I felt the head putting pressure on something deep inside me. I later figured out that that it was trying to invade my colon as well. She held still for a few seconds, then started withdrawing and if anything, the sensations were even more intense, as if my asshole and entire rectum were trying to keep her in there.

When only the head remained, she pushed in again, this time without stopping until our pubic bones were mashed together, then immediately pulled back again. The combination of feelings was putting all my senses into overload, the rubber cock pressuring my prostate constantly and the highly sensitive anal sphincter being alternately drug inside and then pulled back by the friction became the center of my world and I wasn't even aware that I had began begging her to fuck me harder.

Each time she slammed into me her cock would crash into my prostate before hitting the curve into my colon then drag back across it, only to hammer into it again and again. I had no conception of time, only of the tremendous fire in my belly that kept getting growing in intensity but never quite erupting.

Not quite, that is, until she fell forward onto her elbows, her chest against mine and her mouth sucking at my tongue as violently as my ass was milking her cock. While she couldn't make the long strokes in and out from that position, she was still bucking into me in what guys call the 'short rows'.

That position did provide just what I needed. When we fucked in the missionary position, it was usually necessary for me to lean in as she had done and use my pelvic bone to rub her clit as I stroked in and out to bring her to orgasm. She was now doing virtually the same thing to me; the force of her hammering into my ass caused her belly to rub over the head of my cock that was now trapped between us.

It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before the added stimulation of my 'clit' caused the seething caldron that were my insides to boil over into an overpowering release of tension and bodily fluids that defy description. It was as if she was using her new appendage to pump the very essence of my soul out through my cock. Each spasm of my prostate seemed more intense than the previous one.

My next recollection was of Pam lying beside me and rubbing my face with a wet wash cloth. I was still in the midst of crawling out of the black hole I had fallen into when she leaned in and kissed my forehead and said, "If we ever do something like this again, you've GOT to promise me that you will remember to breathe."

As I rested and waited for my senses to return to normal, Pam busied herself with undoing the straps of the harness. The end that had been inside her was shorter but just as big around and turned up at almost a ninety-degree angle. When she eased it out of her pussy, it looked like she had pulled the stopper from a bathtub drain...the juices that had been bottled up inside gushed out and ran down both legs.

When I asked her later if she had orgasmed while fucking me and she just chuckled and said, "Oh yes, so many times I lost count, every time I shoved that thing into you the knob on my end mashed against my g-spot."

After helping me to the shower and tenderly washing all over, she was drying me with a fluffy towel when a funny thought hit me. When she asked what I was chuckling about, I said, "I love being pampered, but right now I don't know whether to feel like a King or a Queen."

"You're all man, my love," she replied while poking a finger in my chest, "and don't you ever forget it!"




His Problem Solved Ch. 05



Any discussion of the day's events would have to wait, as both of us were just too tired to care. After a good night kiss, I laid back and closed my eyes and started replaying today in my mind, but I didn't get far.

Because of the Noon checkout time, we had left a wake-up call and, knowing what it was, it was all I could do to make myself answer the phone. After thanking the operator, I rolled on out of bed, knowing that we would be in trouble if I ever lay back down.

While waiting on the shower to warm, my morning constitutional reminded me of last nights activity, but I wasn't as sore as I had expected to be, just a little tender. The shower at least finished waking me up and I was almost through shaving when Pam stumbled in and plopped down on the toilet. When I had dried my face she reached over and patted my ass and asked if everything was ok back there. I told her that it was better than just ok.

I bent over and kissed her on the cheek and said, "When you get through, grab a robe and come on up to the deck, I am going to order breakfast."

We were both sad to be leaving paradise and were content to just recline and listen the morning sounds one more time. I had told the kitchen that we would be on the deck so the knock on the banister was followed by the announcement that breakfast was served. Pam had already been kidding me, well maybe not kidding, about whether or not my robe was going to slip if our friend was the one to bring breakfast.

The sound of two people climbing the steps surprised us, but one of them was Kim and a young man accompanied her, also in a hotel uniform. After setting the tray on the table between us, Kim introduced us to Chuck, her boyfriend, then started blushing as she informed us that he had some things to tell us.

I instantly braced for the worst, then relaxed. "I just wanted to say thank you, Kim has told me everything that happened here and we experienced some things last night that I would have never imagined and certainly would never have agreed to, had it not been for your information and explanation." I just grinned and nodded and he continued, "I realized last night how much fuller our relationship could be and how much more fun we can have if we agreed to be shed some of our inhibitions and be totally honest with each other."

As they excused themselves, I recommended the toy store and told them to tell the owners that we had sent them.

After breakfast, packing up, checking out and making it through security occupied the remainder of our time and it was only after we had lifted off that I finally admitted to myself that the honeymoon was over.

I was glad that Larry had offered to ship our purchases home for us and that thought caused me to remember our visit to the store and the conversation I had steered away from. Considering what had transpired later that evening, I began to wonder if I had been set up. I turned to Pam and asked her straight up if I had been and she just smiled and said "NEVER."

She soon curled up in her seat and was sound asleep, or so I thought... until the blanked slipped.

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I hope you have enjoyed this adventure.

While some of the things mentioned have never happened, I can only wish that they had. 

Will there be a continuation? Perhaps some day when the muse is upon me...