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Souvenir

By: Shalmaneser



"Making a souvenir?" He asked, propping himself up on the bed on an elbow. 

"Nope, just a gift." I slip the tape into the camera and check the focus. The bed sharpens up nicely, complete with the view of the nicely tanned naked man on it. His free hand idly strokes his hardening penis.

"Kinky boyfriend?" He smiles.

"Girlfriend."

This actually seems to catch him by surprise, and I almost think I see his cock start to wilt.

"Problem?" I say, sliding off my own clothing.

"Well, it's just, I mean..."

"That you'll be watched by a woman eventually?"

"Well...yeah, kinda..."

I walk toward the bed, slowly. "Don't worry about it. Just think of the fact that for the night you've got me as your willing and eager fuck. So until we go, you've got my mouth, and ass and hands all wanting your cock." To make my point, I lean down to stroke his cock, then bend to kiss the head of it. I'm pleased to note this will surely be caught on camera.

I hear him breathe in, and decide to advance. My tongue licks my lips, sliding over the tip of his cock as it does, then my mouth opens, tongue carpeting it to form a wet tube that caresses the length of his shaft. I feel it expand even as it enters. 

I enjoy the sense of fullness in my mouth, feeling the soft shudders and twitches as he moves, and his heart beats. Fast heartbeat. I see how far down I can take it into my mouth...not as far as I'd wish, but the tip of my tongue can barely slide along the join of his cock and his scrotum. I pull back, and his hips strive to follow, lifting up from the bed. 

I imagine what you'll be thinking and doing when you see this. Rubbing your nipple by now? Maybe sliding a hand between your thighs? Maybe just watching with wide eyes and parted lips.

My head moves up and down along his length, lips tightening. He groans, and I feel his cock start to swell. I don't know if this is going to mean a quick end to the evening, but I want him to come in me right now. I plunge my head down onto his cock, tongue lashing at it, and I feel his hips leap up. My hands slide under his buttocks, squeezing them as I stuff my mouth with his cock, feeling the first jet of semen splash my throat.

I swallow, hoping the camera catches the motion of my throat. My lips and tongue press, fearing that I'll feel this long, hot flesh in my mouth go slack. It softens some, but keeps a nice, firmness to it. I let it slip from my mouth, and lift my hand to it, almost afraid it'll disappear if I don't keep check on it.

"Oh, that was good..." He says, panting slightly.

"Talent. I've had little practice." I kiss my way up his chest to his throat, then his mouth, letting him taste himself.

I think he was trying to say something, but the plunge of my tongue into his mouth stops him, and we tangle for a while. I finally let his cock go to stroke over his back and buttocks, and the toned tops of his thighs. I feel his cock harden again against my thigh. I want him inside me. I want you to see it.

I pull away from him, fetching the condom, the lubricant. I apply both, making sure you can see the way my hand rolls down his cock, covering it with the condom, then spreading lubricant over it until it drips. I roll onto my back, lifting my knees and parting my legs. 

He is eager, almost too eager, and I gasp as he enters me, head forcing its way inside, shaft stretching my anus inward even with all the lubrication. I know you will enjoy this, even as the discomfort passes. 

His thrusts inside me eagerly, hard. I feel the way my body is filled, emptied, filled again. I can't help but look at the camera for a fleeting instant before I wrap my legs around his back, pull him farther into me as he thrusts. Quick as he was to come in my mouth, his first orgasm seems to have slowed him, and I have plenty of time to admire the way his body flexes and moves, his arms pulling him upward into me even as his legs and hips thrust. He groans, pushing so far in that I gasp at the depth, and I feel his sheathed-cock begin to pulse inside me. 

It sends me, and I spurt between his abdomen and mine. 

Eventually, he slides from me. When I can move easily again, I pull on my clothes, turn off the tape, sliding it and the camera into their respective cases.

"Think she'll enjoy?" He asks. 

"Maybe. I think so." I smile.

"If she does, how about a sequel, huh?"

I smile as I walk out of the motel room "All up to her...all up to her..."

Souvenir



Kevin reached for the keycard when his mother handed it to him, and fought the urge to grin.

Her guilt trip had been working. After a month of insisting that he had to go on one last family vacation, because he would be going off to college and they were never going to see him, he was ready to cave. If she'd waited until he got home that evening instead of calling his cell with the offer to give him his own room, he'd be bunking up with his younger brothers.

"Meet us in the hall as soon as you drop off your suitcase," his mother instructed as she grabbed the handle of her bag. "This is the last time I'll have all my babies together, and I'm not missing a minute of it."

"Okay, Mom," Kevin responded, managing to avoid rolling his eyes until she'd turned her back to head toward the elevator.

The several days allotted to Disneyworld probably weren't going to be all that bad. Going to the beach was a completely different story, but he figured that he'd get through it.

A group of girls exited the elevator as he approached. They were all dressed in clothes that showed off plenty of leg, midriff, and cleavage — every inch perfectly tanned. His mother made a disapproving sound after they'd passed.

Glancing back over his shoulder at four hot butts in tight shorts, Kevin had to heartily disagree. 

****

Lying in bed that night, Kevin groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his arm. The trip to the beach had been absolutely torturous.

There, a woman lying on her stomach with her top untied, the bare sides of her breasts impossible to ignore. A few feet away, another girl soaked up the sun, her pussy lips outlined in her skimpy bikini bottom. Out in the water, girls in soaked bikinis with hard nipples poking at the cloth were everywhere.

All the while, he was saddled with his parents and brothers.

Should have jerked off in the shower, he thought as he lay frustrated and half hard on the bed, unable to sleep. He briefly considered the box of tissues on the nightstand next to the bed, but it was just too weird.

Giving up, he turned on the light and flipped back the covers to swing his legs out of the bed. The clock turned over to one in the morning as he glanced at it. He muttered, "Fuck," knowing that his mother would rouse him early for day one at the Magic Kingdom.

When he grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge, it sparked a memory. One of the machines in the concession area had some over-the-counter medicine packets in it.

Maybe there's some sleeping pills, he thought with some hope, and picked up his clothes from where he'd tossed them on the floor. Out in the hall, he turned the corner toward the machines and slowed.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath.

Her dark blonde hair was shot through with lighter highlights, not quite reaching her shoulders. She was short, perhaps tall enough to come up to his chest, and curvy in all the right places. It was the way she walked that hypnotized him, though.

There was just something about the way she held her hands, swinging easily at her sides, and the subtle sway of her hips that screamed sexy. For some reason, he thought that it looked natural, as though that was just the way her body moved, instead of a practiced strut designed to attract attention.

He followed, thinking, This isn't fucking helping, but unable to take his eyes off her. She turned into the same glass-enclosed room that was his destination, the motion of reaching into her pocket just as seductive as her walk. He got a look at her face, which was just as good looking as the rest of her, and guessed that she was probably in her thirties.

Got MILF? He silently quipped, hoping to drown the arousal in humor a bit.

It didn't really help.

Neither did walking in just as she bent to retrieve her bottle of water from the soda machine. Her butt looked incredible, and her legs were smooth — shapely — somehow looking far longer than her height would account for. Walking past to the machine with the medicine, he stole a glance at her as she stood. She was wearing a white top, her bra peeking out from behind the straps holding it up. She had large breasts, the globes stretching her top and providing an eye-catching display of cleavage. He tore his eyes away rather reluctantly to pull out his wallet.

"Hello," she said pleasantly as she opened her water and he fed a bill into the machine. Her voice was deep and sultry, almost giving him shivers. 

He responded, "Hey," and nodded, doing his best to look casual while punching in the numbers for the little packet of sleeping pills.

"Can't sleep, huh?"

"Yeah, and I have to be up early in the morning." He bent down and retrieved his pills.

"Know how that goes. Well, good luck."

"Thanks."

She turned after a finger-waggling wave and started back down the hall, that same unbelievably sexy walk making his cock throb.

The sleeping pills never got opened, but the tissue box was a little lighter when he drifted off to sleep.

****

The line inched forward.

Thankfully, the day wasn't overly hot, so the long waits in line to get on the rides wasn't too unbearable. Knowing that his parents couldn't see him any longer, Kevin flipped the bird to his younger brothers, who had run ahead to get a place quite a bit ahead of him in line. They returned the salute, and then moved forward again.

As luck would have it, somewhere between him and his brothers, the train for Thunder Mountain filled up, which was perfectly fine with Kevin. It meant that he had a few minutes worth of escape from the family.

"Well, hello again."

Kevin recognized the voice and turned around to see the woman from the night before, back a few people behind him in line. "Hey," he greeted her, thinking that she looked even hotter out in the sunlight.

"I thought that I recognized you, but I wasn't sure until you turned just now." She tapped the man standing in front of her and asked, "Do you mind if I sneak up there?"

He shrugged and let her past, as did the other couple of people between them. When she was standing next to him, she asked, "Get some sleep?"

Kevin prayed he wasn't blushing as he thought about what had put him to sleep — masturbating with fantasies about her dancing through his head. "Yeah."

She cast her eyes downward for a moment and brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "I just realized that we don't even know each other's names." She laid a hand on her chest, just above the cleavage that was drawing his eyes like a magnet. "Felicia."

"Kevin," he responded, and then moved forward when she nodded to indicate that the line was moving.

"I've always loved that name. So, where are you from?"

"Chicago."

Her mouth dropped open and she made a surprised little sound. "Me too. Well, close enough. I'm about fifteen minutes from U.I.C."

Kevin chuckled. "I'm going there in the fall."

"Well, what a small world."

Letting out a groan, Kevin said, "Don't remind me. I still can't get that song out of my head."

Felicia laughed, the sound deep and rich — inherently sexy. "I wasn't even thinking about that. Were those friends of yours?"

"My brothers," he reluctantly admitted.

"Ah, family vacation, huh? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm here by myself. How depressing is that?"

Kevin smiled and chuckled while part of his brain piped up, No husband or boyfriend.

"Did you go to the Taste this year?"

That started a chat that lasted through the rest of the line about the Taste of Chicago and the lack of fireworks that year. Kevin couldn't help but smile when she got into the two seat 'train car' with him when their turn to board arrived.

The ride lurched as it went into motion.

"Here we go," she said with a wide smile, flipping her hair in a gesture that he thought just might be flirtatious.

Felicia screamed and laughed through the relatively sedate roller coaster ride, the sound so infectious that he ended up joining her. The way her breasts bounced and jiggled with the rattling motion of the ride was mesmerizing, and it was all Kevin could do not to stare at them. When the train rounded a sharp corner, immediately followed by a jolting dip, she cried out and slapped her hand onto his thigh, the momentum throwing her against him and pressing her breasts against his arm.

Kevin thought he was going to bust straight out of his shorts.

The train came to a stop long before he was ready for that ride to end. She climbed out, and he nearly went into a panic as he scooted on the seat toward the platform, because he was still rock hard. Not having any choice, he climbed off the car and walked beside her toward the exit. Thankfully, she didn't seem to take notice of his embarrassing problem.

"That was fun," she effervesced. "It's been years since I did anything like this."

"Yeah, it was pretty cool." Kevin's cell vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a text from his mother.

"The family, huh?"

He nodded. "They're waiting over at this restaurant."

"Well, maybe we'll see each other again. Try to have fun."

"You too," he responded, and then returned her wave before watching her walk away, just as entranced by the way she moved as the night before.

He only snapped back into reality when she vanished into the crowd.

"I really need to get laid," he mumbled under his breath as he went to meet his family.

****

Though he kept his eyes open all day long, Kevin never caught sight of Felicia again in the park. He struck up a conversation or two with other women while standing in lines, but his mother was always nearby, turning to narrow her eyes any time the topic turned to something interesting.

In the end, he was once again restless and frustrated in his room — the clock creeping toward midnight. Finding nothing on television that he wanted to watch — save for a pay-per-view movie that he didn't dare rent because it would show up on the room charge — Kevin clicked the off button and tossed away the remote.

He'd finished the last of the soda and water in the fridge a bit earlier, and decided to head down to the machine for more. As he picked up his keycard and wallet, he daydreamed about running into Felicia at the machine again, which put a spring in his step. There was just something about the thought of getting in an older woman's pants that turned him on.

He didn't even manage to put more than one foot outside his door before he saw two girls walking down the hall. They were both dressed in tight lycra workout clothes with small towels slung over their shoulders. One of the blondes turned around when she heard his door open, and smiled. A second later, she whispered something to her friend, who also glanced back, and then they both giggled.

There certainly wasn't anything wrong with girls his own age.

Kevin went back into his room and changed into a muscle shirt, his plans changed. He still stopped for a bottle of water, but his real destination was the fitness center. He hit the elevator, running possible ways to break the ice with the two girls through his head, and psyched himself up.

The elevator doors opened and Kevin turned toward the gym, only to see the two girls walking back his way, wearing scowls. They pointedly ignored him as they passed and walked into the open elevator.

What the fuck? He thought in defeated frustration. The fates seemed to be conspiring to throw hot women at him, and then snatch them away in some sort of cruel cosmic joke. Resigning himself to the tissue box again, he turned around and pushed the button to call back the elevator.

A familiar voice drew him up short as he stepped into the elevator again.

"Kevin, wait."

Felicia walked toward him, her pace quick and her expression troubled. She was dressed much the same as the two girls who had drawn him up here, her lush curves bound in lycra, and her hair tied up in a little tail that bounced from her gait.

The elevator door started to close on him, and he slapped a hand against it to make it retreat. As soon as she was close, Felicia asked in an anxious whisper, "Are they following me?"

Kevin saw two men emerge from the fitness center as he moved to let Felicia in the elevator. "There's two guys coming out."

"Oh god. Close the door before they get here."

A quick press of the button set the doors in motion, and Kevin just saw one of the men step in front of the door before it completely closed. Felicia breathed a great sigh of relief and hugged her arms around her. "Thanks."

"You okay?"

She shrugged, her expression still clouded. "They were hitting on me, and really starting to creep me out. You don't know how good it was to see a friendly face."

Kevin paused, carefully considering what popped into his head. Affecting a bit of an angry tone and a scowl, he asked, "You want me to walk you to your room?"

"Could you? I just..." She shivered.

"No problem. Maybe you should call the desk about those two."

"Maybe. Right now, I just want to get away from them."

The elevator doors opened, and Kevin stepped out right behind her. "Which way is it?"

Felicia looked up at the lights above the second elevator and said, "Oh no." She then snapped her gaze to Kevin and asked, "Could we go to your room instead? I'm really worried about those creeps knowing which room I'm in."

The numbers above indicated that the elevator was only a few floors below. "Yeah. Sure," Kevin responded, nodding toward his room.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when Felicia slipped her arm into his and urged him along. A look back when the elevator doors opened proved that her fears were at least somewhat founded. The two men stepped out of the elevator.

Kevin ran his card through the reader — keenly aware of Felicia on his arm — and opened the door to let her in first. He scowled toward the two men milling around by the elevator, but one good look at their bulging muscles made him think twice about going any farther than that.

"You're a lifesaver," Felicia said as he shut the door, her worried expression finally fading away. She then looked around. "I thought you were with your family?"

"Got my own room. They're down the hall a ways. You can call and complain about those jerks if you want."

"I hate to do things like that. I could have just been imagining things, anyway." She rolled her eyes. "Wishful thinking."

Now that the sudden flurry of activity was over, Kevin noticed that beads of sweat dampened her brow. Her skin was flushed, and he assumed that she'd actually got in a bit of a workout before the two men had interrupted her. Her nipples — which were quite large — poked provocatively at the stretchy material of her top.

Wishful thinking, indeed.

Before he got caught staring, he asked, "Do you want to sit down?" Remembering the bottle of water he still carried, he held it out to her as an afterthought.

"Thank you." She sat down on the bed, rather than the chair where he would have expected, and unscrewed the top from the bottle. After a couple of swallows, she sighed. "Oh that's good."

The sound of her voice made the words seem to mean something far different, and chills ran up Kevin's spine. Another cold tingle accompanied blood rushing between his legs.

Felicia waved her hand toward the door. "The thought of having to go back out there makes my stomach go sour. I'm going to be seeing those two around every corner for the rest of the week."

"They didn't really head this way. Maybe they saw us together and got the wrong idea. Could have chased them off."

She grinned a bit sheepishly. "That's why I grabbed your arm. Hope I didn't startle you."

Kevin shook his head. "Nah — it's cool."

Felicia wiped her brow and made a disgusted sound. "I need to get out of these clothes and have a shower."

I'd love to help. "I could go make sure that they aren't around, and then walk you down to your room."

Her lips pursing, Felicia seemed to consider it. "I'm still a little afraid to go back out there." Her eyes brightened and she asked, "Think you might do me one more favor?"

Kevin shrugged and smiled. "Yeah."

"Could you take my key and get the clothes laid out on the bed? I could take a quick shower here, if that's okay? Maybe my nerves will have settled enough to make a run for it by then."

The fight to keep the surprise and excitement out of his voice when he answered made him pause for a moment. "Yeah, I can do that."

Felicia unzipped a small pouch and moved an MP3 player out of the way to retrieve her key card, which she then held out. "Thanks so much. I'm in five-fourteen."

Kevin took the card, already daydreaming about her in the shower — his shower. "Back in a minute or two."

The halls were empty and quiet as Kevin kept his eye on the room numbers steadily descending. He swiped the card when he reached her room and entered, feeling for all the world as if he was sneaking into the girls' locker room.

Her clothes were laid out on the bed as she'd told him, but it was another outfit that drew his eye first. He recognized the shorts and top that she'd worn to the park that day, along with two articles that he hadn't been able to see. The bra was hanging over the arm of a chair, while her panties lay rumpled on the seat.

Curious, he leaned in close to the bra to look at the tag. He let out a little grunt of surprise upon seeing that the size said C-cup, thinking that they looked bigger than that.

Too bad they're not laying on the floor next to my bed, he thought as he straightened. A pale pink pair of panties lay atop the neatly folded pile on the bed. He couldn't resist running his fingers over the satiny crotch of the panties, and the sensation pushed him over the edge from half-hard to throbbing. Beneath them was what appeared to be a pair of men's boxer shorts and a t-shirt with a much faded picture of a teddy bear on it.

Kevin folded the bundle over in half with the boxers on the outside, tucked it under his elbow, and headed back toward the door. He softened his steps while passing his parent's room and his brothers'. Though there was no reason to believe that any of them were up, he wasn't taking chances.

The sound of the shower running greeted him as soon as he opened his door. His eyes widened and he immediately looked over to see Felicia's workout clothes lying on the bathroom floor.

"Kevin?"

"Yeah, it's me. Found them," he answered, quickly closing the door behind him.

Felicia peeked out from behind the curtain, her hair wet and dripping. "I couldn't wait. Just lay them on the sink."

He sat the bundle down as she'd indicated, and backed out of the room again, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from her.

"Kevin?"

"Yeah?"

She chuckled. "Close the door."

He laughed nervously. "Oh yeah. Sorry."

Felicia slipped back behind the curtain as he pulled the door closed.

"Oh my fucking god," he muttered under his breath, adjusting his throbbing erection as he walked away from the bathroom. As if she wasn't sexy enough, now she was naked and dripping, only a few feet away.

Gotta chill. She's already freaking from those guys. White Knight. Play it smooth.

He flipped on the television in hopes of a distraction, plopping down on the foot of the bed, but there was even less on now than before. Half of the channels were switching over to infomercials. It did pull him away from things just enough to soften his raging hardon and keep him from noticing the sound of the shower shutting off.

Thus, he turned with a little start of surprise when she emerged from the bathroom. All the work of turning his mind away from her vanished in an instant. Her hair was damp and her nipples stood out against the material of the t-shirt, which was stretched between her breasts in eye-catching wrinkles.




Souvenir



Those can't be Cs, he thought as his cock reversed course once again.

"Oh, I feel so much better," Felicia remarked as she walked over to drop her workout clothes on a chair.

She bent to pick up her shoes, and Kevin couldn't keep his eyes off her butt. Even though it was shrouded in the pleats and folds of the boxers she wore, it still looked great — as did her bare, gorgeous legs.

Felicia sat down near the head of the bed and let out a little groan. "I left my hair band in the bathroom. Could you get it for me?"

Kevin hesitated for a second, keenly aware of his hardening cock.

Paused in the act of lifting one sexy leg to put on her sock, she said, "It's okay. I can get it."

"No, I got it," he quickly countered, doing his best to keep his hips angled to hide the growing bulge in his shorts as he popped off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

By the time he returned with the hair band, Felicia had already pulled on her socks and bent to tie one of her shoes.

"Here you go," Kevin said, holding out the band while keeping his hips turned away from her still.

"Thanks," she said as she finished tying the bow. Her head moved forward just enough as she straightened to bump his outstretched hand. Kevin instinctively slid his foot backwards and withdrew his hand.

"Oops," she laughed, and then reached out for the hair band. "I can be..." Her eyebrows shot up as she trailed off and then muttered, "Oh."

There wasn't the slightest ambiguity about what she was looking at, or what had brought her up short. Her eyes were locked on his tented shorts.

Kevin quickly walked to the foot of the bed. "So, do you want to head back to your room now?" He glanced back at her to see a little flush in her cheeks and just the faintest hint of a smile, which encouraged him to keep facing the wall.

"It's okay — really," she said as she tied her other shoe. "I mean, at your age, it probably happens every time the wind blows, huh?"

Kevin couldn't manage more than a slight croaking sound, having no idea how to respond to that.

"Oh god, now I'm embarrassing you. I'm sorry." Felicia stood and picked her clothing up from the chair. "An old lady talking about your..." She gestured toward his hips. "Well..."

Completely off balance, Kevin said the first thing that popped in his head. "You're not that old."

"Please," she argued, the word full of self-effacing sarcasm. "It's nice of you to try to make me feel better, though. I think I'd better get out of here before I embarrass myself any more."

"I'll walk you down there," Kevin offered and turned toward the door.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Felicia said while reaching out to lay her hand on his arm.

"No, it's cool," he said as he looked back at her. His eyes were drawn with almost magnetic intensity to her nipples, which were pointing at him as if in accusation. He snapped his gaze away — just a little too quickly — and saw a flash of curiosity in her eyes.

"That isn't for me, is it?" When he winced slightly, she continued, "It is. Oh, now I feel even worse. I'm walking around here half naked, getting you all worked up."

Kevin shifted nervously from foot to foot, but when his eyes met hers for a second, something smoldering there caught him and held him.

"Now you're all hard and horny, and I'm just going to leave you like that. You must think I'm such a bitch."

Kevin shook his head, unable to even manage the word no.

"I'm just going to feel terrible about myself — and after you've been so nice to me." She took a step closer, a crooked grin turning up the corners of her mouth. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

No fucking way, Kevin thought, but she didn't give him a chance to actually answer.

Felicia's fingers curled around his cock through his shorts and she let out a short, high-pitched moan. "You are hard. Is that all for me?"

Kevin groaned and answered, "Yeah."

Her moan this time was deep and long as she squeezed, making him throb in her grasp. "I have a little confession to make. Those guys didn't really worry me that much, and I knew you had your own room." She released him just long enough to tug down the front of his shorts and wrap her fingers around his naked cock. "Can you forgive me?"

"Maybe," Kevin played along, tugging upward on the tail of her t-shirt.

Taking the hint, Felicia pulled off her shirt, freeing her breasts. She let the cloth drop negligently behind her and folded her arms atop her head, prominently displaying the large globes, each capped by a light brown oval and the largest nipples he'd ever seen.

"How about now?"

"A little closer."

"Then I'll just have to try harder." As she spoke, she sat down on the bed, grabbing the waistband of his shorts at the same time to pull him toward her. As soon as he was close enough, she tugged down his shorts and the boxers beneath in one smooth pull.

Kevin made a half-conscious attempt to push his shorts down the rest of the way while she stroked an incredibly soft hand up and down his twitching shaft. Felicia looked up into his eyes, biting her lower lip as she grinned, her other hand slithering beneath his shirt.

He took the hint, just as she had, and pulled off his shirt. Felicia purred, stroking him a little faster as she let her fingertips glide over his abdomen. "Oh, you're gorgeous," she said in a breathless whisper as she leaned in to kiss his stomach.

She traced kisses all over his chest and abdomen, pausing for a few moments to suck on his nipple, all the while pumping her hand over his turgid manhood. Kevin managed to drop his shorts to the floor and step out of them, still pretty much in disbelief. Felicia leaned back as he stepped on the heels of his shoes and switched hands. Her breasts jiggled from the motion, and he couldn't resist reaching down to squeeze them.

"Mmm. You like my tits?" She switched from stroking him to teasing the head of his cock with her fingertips.

"Fuck yeah," he answered as he pinched both nipples at the same time.

"Ah!" Felicia whimpered from the shock, and then threw her head back as he caressed her breasts, teasing the tips every so often. When she looked back up, her lips were slightly parted, and she licked them with the tip of her tongue. She reached up with her free hand, and he leaned down to kiss her.

Kevin was a little surprised by the hunger in her kiss. Her fingers twined tightly into his hair, and her tongue explored his mouth. The hand wrapped around his cock squeezed tight, making him throb powerfully. It was like nothing he'd ever experience before — primal and needy. When their lips parted, she gasped and pushed him back slightly. A translucent drop of pre-cum had welled up from his swollen purple tip as she squeezed him, and she leaned down to scoop it up with her tongue in a sudden movement.

Kevin shuddered and grunted as her hot tongue brushed the head of his cock. His left hand found its way to the back of her head. Felicia moaned, her tongue darting out to flick under the rim of his cock helmet. Once, twice, three times the torturous little touches made him twitch, and then her soft lips engulfed him.

"Fuck," Kevin grunted as she sucked on the head, swirling her tongue over it. She pulled back in almost a kiss after a few seconds, looked up into his eyes, and took him deeper.

Felicia moaned around him as she sucked up and down his shaft, her hand still pumping at the base. First, her lips slid slowly over a couple of inches below the head, and then she switched to a fast bob of her head that made his fingers tighten in her hair. The next suck went even farther, all the way down to her now stationary hand.

Kevin breathed hard, his gaze rapt upon her worshiping his cock — when he could keep his eyes open. He never once felt even the slightest scrape of her teeth, and her tongue was doing things he couldn't even begin to describe. No girl had ever sucked him like this, and he felt the itch of impending climax starting to build.

But she wasn't done.

The hand curled around the root of his cock moved to his balls, cupping them, and then she did the most amazing thing he'd ever seen in his life. Felicia swallowed his cock, a little croaking sound escaping her as her nose nestled in his pubic hairs.

"Holy fuck," Kevin cried out as she opened her mouth wide and snapped her head back, trailing thick strands of saliva from her lips to his cock.

She sucked in a quick breath, swallowed, and then looked up to him to ask, "Like that?"

"Hell yeah," he responded, his voice deep as he tugged on the back of her head.

"Anybody ever done that before?"

"No way. That was..." He couldn't find the words.

She smiled up at him and wiggled her tongue over the head of his cock. "Better than all the girls you've been playing with?"

"Way better. Damn, you know how to suck dick."

"I love it. It turns me on." With that, she engulfed him in her hot mouth again.

Kevin was panting for breath only a few seconds later. She sucked him hard and fast, only to take him in her throat again after a few sucks. Over and over, she would bring him close to the edge, and then pause to lap him with broad strokes of her tongue or swallow his cock.

"Getting close?" Felicia asked in tones that suggested she already knew the answer, in between swipes of her tongue over his balls.

"Uh huh."

"Do it."

When she took him in again, Felicia's lips slid over about half his length with surprising speed. It wasn't long before the tiny itch in the tip of Kevin's cock spread throughout the stiff organ. Feeling him swell in her mouth, Felicia moaned, "Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm," the sound rising in pitch as it hummed around his cock.

Kevin's fingers fisted into her hair and he let out a growling roar. His hips twitched forward even as he pulled her toward him, but a restraining hand on his hip and a stiffening of her muscles kept him from pushing his cock into her throat.

He came so hard that the sensation was almost like peeing, the slit tingling as cum erupted from him in a long, hard blast. Spurt after spurt, he filled her greedy mouth with cream. She coughed once, but otherwise continued to suck for every drop he had to offer. The sensation was so strong that he tried to pull away, but her nails suddenly dug into his butt, keeping him from escaping.

By the time she let him go, his knees were trembling beneath him so badly that they bent and thumped into the mattress. Felicia lay back, and he fell onto his hands over her.

Still panting for breath and letting out pained-sounding grunts, he couldn't help but smile at her licking her lips as she stroked her hand over his back.

"Oh my. You must have been saving that for a while," Felicia said, and then chuckled.

Kevin mumbled, "Didn't... Didn't think I was going to stop. Holy shit."

She brought a dribble that had escaped her when she coughed to her lips with a quiet, satisfied moan. "So, do you forgive me?"

"Uh huh," he replied, his cheeks growing warm when the words jumped in pitch as he tried to push them out through his tight throat. His arms were starting to feel as weak as his legs, so he rolled off to the side with a groan.

Felicia shifted on the bed, and with a little tugging, managed to maneuver him until they were lying side by side on the pillow. She kicked off her shoes, but left on her ankle socks. Even in his post-orgasmic lethargy, he couldn't resist reaching out for her breast.

"I like having them sucked. Love it, actually," she suggestively hinted.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmm hmm. It makes me so wet." Then she lifted her breast toward her lips and licked the stiff nipple.

"That's so fucking hot."

Affecting a pout, Felicia said, "It's not the same, though."

Though he was still a little weak, that was enough to push him into motion. Kevin rolled onto his side, cradled her right breast in his hand, and sucked her nipple hard.

"Ah! Oh — gently."

Relaxing his lips, Kevin suckled the stiff bud, and indulged an impulse to swirl the tip of his tongue over it as well.

Her back arching, Felicia moaned. "Oh yes; I like that."

Encouraged by her reaction, Kevin continued to experiment. He traced the dark oval of her areola with his tongue, enjoying the bumpy texture. Then he curled his tongue around her nipple and heard her breaths deepen.

"Don't make the other jealous."

Kevin leaned over her chest and gave the twin bud capping her other breast a fast, broad stroke of his tongue. Remembering something that she had done, he blew out a puff of air at the moistened point, and Felicia rewarded him with a shiver.

Always before, this particular activity had been nothing more than a brief bit of foreplay before going down on a girl. The way Felicia writhed and moaned from his ministrations encouraged Kevin to continue lavishing attention upon her breasts. He licked, sucked, and kissed, alternating between the globes whenever the whim struck him.

"Harder now," Felicia moaned after a while, one of her hands moving to the back of his head.

Kevin complied, though still not matching the intensity of his first suck.

"Harder," she said again, louder this time.

A sharp, high-pitched groan accompanied him latching onto her nipple with feverous desire. He pressed his tongue hard against it as he sucked, making her writhe even more. The sounds emerging from her lips brought a twitch of life to his soft cock.

"More. Oh yes. Harder," Felicia pleaded as he sucked first one nipple, and then the other.

Caught up in her sexual energy, Kevin opened his mouth wider, sucking not only the nipple, but also the dark circle around it between his lips.

Her cry warbled as she stiffened beneath him, "Ohh god yes!"

Still sucking hard as he rode her bucking body, Kevin slid a hand down her stomach and beneath the boxers she still wore. Once again, he slipped his fingers over the crotch of her panties. Then, they were cold from lying on the bed in the air-conditioning. Now they were warm — even hot. A little pressure pushed the satiny material into the cleft of her nether lips.

Her intimate muscles twitched, pinching his finger even with the obstructing cloth in the way. Felicia wormed her arms beneath him to tug her boxer shorts down to her thighs. Kevin flattened his finger along the parting of her lips, pressing even harder to feel the heat increase, and just a hint of dampness.

"Please. I need it. I'm so hot."

Giving a growl, Kevin wiggled his head back and forth, her nipple still clamped between his lips. He let it pop free and sat up, grinning as Felicia forced a hand beneath her panties. She whimpered; trembling as her fingers touched her need.

Kevin rose to his knees and grabbed the boxers, pulling them down to her ankles, where she kicked them off while her hand still worked beneath the pale pink cloth. She only pulled her hand free — two fingers glistening with wetness — when he hooked his fingers beneath her panties.

Revealing her slowly, Kevin first saw the neatly trimmed triangle of curls on her mound. Felicia lifted her bottom off the bed, and the cloth slipped down to reveal her smooth-shaven nether lips. Then she swung her legs to the side to avoid him and stretched them straight up.

Kevin pulled the panties up her legs and finally tossed them away. As soon as her ankles were free, Felicia bent her knees and parted her legs wide, revealing the moist, dark pink folds between them.

He was leaning in before her feet even settled on the mattress.

The musky scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and Kevin wasted no time in pushing his stiff tongue into her wet heat. The heady taste of her abundant juices prompted him to devour her from the very first touch of his tongue.

Felicia twined her fingers into his hair, an explosive, but otherwise indescribable sound passing her lips. She held him against her pussy — not that he needed any more encouragement — and swivelled her hips, tickling his nose with the surprisingly soft patch of hair.

"Yes, Kevin! So good!" she cried out.

For a fraction of a second, he was concerned about how loudly she was expressing her pleasure. The excitement in her words soon overcame worries about the volume, and he reveled in it instead. Spurred on equally by her reactions and the taste of her, he explored every inch of her with his lapping, probing tongue.

Felicia guided him somewhat with words of encouragement and subtle tugs of the hands lying atop his head, but she mostly ground her pussy against his face, seemingly desperate to come on his tongue. He was quite happy to oblige, improvising a few sucks of her folds amongst the swirls and laps while sliding two fingers inside her.

Kevin shagged his fingers into her, his cock hardening as he felt how tight she was — especially when she squeezed. He kept his concentration on his tongue, though. It wasn't difficult when she tasted so good.

Immediately following a long, quavering gasp, Felicia yelped, "My c-clit. Suck it!"

Closing his lips over her hood and the throbbing bud beneath caused Felicia's legs to clamp down tight around his head. Her pussy squeezed his buried fingers tight, and even the muffling of her thighs pressed against his ears couldn't completely drown out her cry of release.

Kevin just kept sucking.

Once the first wave passed, Felicia's legs snapped apart and she cried out again. The sudden movement pulled her clit from his lips, but gave him the opportunity to thrust his fingers inside her again. Felicia writhed in the throes of orgasm, whimpering and gasping every time Kevin managed to catch up to her with his tongue. He only relented when she weakly pushed against his head with trembling hands.

Felicia slapped a protective hand over her quivering pussy and snapped her legs together. A loud whimper burst from her lips and she curled up, her muscles contracting from another shock of orgasmic bliss. His lips and chin coated in her juices, Kevin squeezed his cock for a bit of relief and just watched her come.

When she finally uncurled, Felicia's arms fell limp to the bed and she loosed a long moan. A moment later, she looked up at Kevin, smiled, and let out a sound reminiscent of a bark. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh god, that was good," she groaned, shivering from an aftershock.

"You got off fast."

"I was excited. And you and that tongue and... Oh my."

A little overwhelmed by how much she'd enjoyed it, Kevin asked, "Was I really that good?"

"Mmm hmm. Enthusiasm made up for anything you didn't know." Seeing him holding his cock, Felicia's eyes widened for a moment. "You're hard again — already?"

"You fuckin' turn me on."

Felicia gave her breasts a squeeze and moaned. "I love young cock," she said to the ceiling above.

Taking that as an invitation, Kevin grabbed her ankles and pushed them apart. His erection twitching in anticipation, he knee-walked toward her. Felicia bent her knees, one hand sliding between her legs to part her nether lips. A final gasp and shudder from her previous orgasm claimed her.

Kevin pushed down on his cock as he moved into position, taking careful aim. Felicia's muscles tensed as the head settled against her nether lips, keeping him from penetrating immediately. A moment later, she relaxed, and he slipped inside with a deep groan.

"Oh my god," Felicia moaned, her eyes almost comically big as his balls settled against her.

His cock buried deep inside her, Kevin gasped from the feeling of her hot pussy wrapped around him. The earlier hints of her tightness as he'd fingered her were pale shadows of reality, but she was so wet that he had no trouble pulling back to thrust again. Gripping her thighs, he leaned forward and drove his cock home.




Souvenir



"Yes," Felicia cried out. "Give it to me."

It took tremendous amounts of willpower, but Kevin stroked her slowly at first. Her clinging walls caressed every inch of him, awakening a primal urge to pound her with every ounce of power he could muster.

"God, that pussy's good," he grunted through clenched teeth, still struggling with the animal instincts growling within him.

"Oh — and I love your cock," she responded. "It's so hard. So big."

Kevin pumped his hips a little faster, unable to resist any longer. He was pleased and surprised when he didn't feel the itch already starting. Though she felt incredible, there was a sort of odd numbness in his cock that he recognized. It happened whenever he jerked off again not long after coming, and it always took longer to get there the second time. Encouraged, he added even more power to his thrusts.

Felicia looked up into his eyes, the words tumbling from her lips. "Yes. Like that. So good. Oh yes."

Pulling on her thighs every time he thrust, Kevin slammed his cock home with increasing speed. Claps sounded every time their bodies collided, and Felicia's breasts jiggled from the shockwaves. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder, her features tightening as she gripped the edge of the mattress with one hand and moved the other between her legs.

Felicia's fingers blurred over her clit as she rubbed them back and forth at a furious pace. A series of long whimpers escaped her, rising in both pitch and volume by the second. Then, the last ended in a croak as her walls contracted around him. Her fingers froze in place and she half sat up, a squeaking scream pushing through her tight throat as she came.

Kevin tried to keep thrusting, beginning to feel the first tingles of his own orgasm, but her wild thrashing made it virtually impossible. Only his grip on her thighs and the tight squeeze of her pussy kept him from slipping free. He'd never seen anything like it — not even in porn.

Her face turned bright red as she screamed and lashed her head on the pillow. The hand she'd used to rub her clit slapped to the mattress, fingers curling into claws. On and on it went, until she at last let out a pained-sounding groan and her head thumped to the pillow.

Kevin leaned over her, and she screamed again, her socked feet thumping into his back as she wrapped her legs around him. Her forehead was dewed with sweat despite the chill of the air conditioning, and she gasped desperately for breath.

Felicia rolled her head toward the nightstand and fumbled with a trembling hand for the bottle of water there. Kevin grabbed it and then slid a hand behind her shoulders when she lifted her head to drink. The first sip made her cough, but she managed to swallow a few mouthfuls before holding out the bottle to him.

"That was fuckin'... Wow," Kevin said, and then chuckled.

Felicia nodded her head and grinned, "Uh huh." Her pussy tightened around his still buried cock and she let out a long moan.

Kevin's cock throbbed angrily, and he had to assuage it with a rock of his hips. Felicia yelped, her eyes going wide, but then she wrapped both her arms and legs around him, pulling him close.

"Yes. More," she moaned.

It took a couple of attempts before he found the sinuous rhythm that would let him stroke his cock into her hot pussy again. Felicia used her arms and legs to shift him ever so slightly forward, and then screamed as he slid into her. "Right there. Faster," she pleaded.

It didn't take long for Kevin to feel the wicked itch. He grunted, clenching his teeth and fought to stay in control. His body was demanding release, but he wanted to last long enough for her to get there as well. Closing his eyes to shut out the sight of her flushed, pleasure-filled face, he concentrated on the humping of his hips.

Hope surged within him a couple of agonizing minutes later. Felicia's nails dug into his back and she whimpered, "Yes. Yes. Oh. Oh god. I'm gonna come. Come again. Don't stop. Yes. Yes. Ye-ahh!"

Kevin grunted, his breath blasting between his teeth. She pulled him against her, climax-fueled strength holding him in place as she came. Kevin's hips bucked against her as his seed surged up.

Felicia suddenly gasped, recognizing the intensity of his grunts. "Wait, don't come inside me," she said in a rush.

It was too late.

Kevin roared as he exploded inside her.

"Oh no," Felicia moaned, feeling him pulse in her depths. Then her tone changed and she locked her ankles in the small of his back. "Just give it to me. Fill me up."

Not having any real choice in the matter, Kevin twitched and gasped as he filled her full of cum. He collapsed atop her as the last weak spurt concluded, panting hard. Once he finally had enough breath to do so, he apologized, "S-sorry. Shit. Couldn't..."

Felicia let out a languid moan. "Don't worry about it. That's what the morning after pill is for. It felt good." She moaned again. "Really good. It was worth it. You ever done it before?"

Kevin shook his head and grunted as her pussy contracted around him. His sensitive cock protested mightily from the stimulation. 

His scrunched up expression made her laugh, and she kissed him. "I like being the first. I should probably go tinkle though."

Kevin took several deep breaths, preparing for what he knew was coming. He still let out a loud, inarticulate cry as he pulled his half-hard cock free, and then collapsed on the bed next to her.

His eyelids were heavy as she swung her legs out of the bed and stutter stepped to the bathroom with a hand between her legs. The next thing he knew, she was handing him a warm washcloth to clean up with, followed by snuggling up next to him. He drifted off to sleep with a silly grin on his face.

****

Kevin started awake the next morning to see Felicia grinning mischievously, her hand pumping up and down his morning erection. As soon as she saw that he was awake, her grin widened.

"Good morning," she said, and took him in her mouth.

Half expecting it to have all been a dream, he grunted in surprised delight. "Uh huh."

Felicia moaned around him, her hair bouncing as she bobbed her head over his lap. She wasn't playing around, and her talented mouth soon had him edging toward climax.

The phone rang.

Letting him slip from her lips, Felicia nodded toward the phone. She kept her hand wrapped around him, slowly pumping over the slick shaft.

Trying to keep his voice under control, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Are you up?" His mother asked.

"Yeah, I'm up," he answered, looking down at Felicia, who nodded her head and stroked him a little faster. A little groan escaped him before he could contain it.

"Are you okay?" his mother asked.

"Just a little kink. I'll go get in the shower and get ready."

"Well, don't dally. Meet us in the lobby."

"Okay, Mom. I'm coming. Bye."

"Not yet, but I'll fix that," Felicia teased as she wrapped her lips around him again.

A minute or so later, he was shooting a few weak spurts into Felicia's incredible mouth. She gave the tip a final kiss when she let him go, and then slapped his bottom.

"Go, before your Mom decides to come see what's keeping you."

The thought of his mother knocking on the door with Felicia lying naked on the bed beside him spurred him out of the post-come lethargy. "Shit. Yeah."

Felicia was dressed when he came back out after a quick shower. It only occurred to him that he'd filled her mouth full of cum after she kissed him, and the feeling of her soft lips actually chased away that disquieting thought almost as quickly as it arose.

Nodding toward the door, Felicia said, "Go make sure the coast is clear. I need to go get cleaned up and find a doctor."

She walked with him as he peeked out, finding the hall empty. "Nobody out there."

"Call me as soon as you get in this evening?" Felicia asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Oh yeah."

"I can't wait," she responded, gave his cock a squeeze, and hurried out the door.

Kevin waited a minute for her to get down the hall a little ways, and then started toward the lobby, whistling as he walked.

****

Though he was a bit bleary-eyed for the rest of the week, Kevin endured the trials of the family vacation with a grin that wouldn't go away. His mother was a bit concerned about the dark circles under his eyes and weary posture, but accepted it in light of his cheery disposition.

On the last day, Felicia had to leave before daybreak, as she had an early flight home. She hadn't left him empty-handed, though. His cell now had her home number, cell number, work number, address, and email all programmed in.

Since they had a late afternoon flight, Kevin was sitting at Sea World watching the Orca show with the family when his cell buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and angled the screen so he could see the text.

The first thing he saw made his eyes pop wide open. It was a picture of Felicia lying on a bed, wearing nothing but Mickey Mouse ears, a pair of her little ankle socks, and a sultry expression. He quickly scrolled down before one of his brothers looked over his shoulder and chuckled as he read the text.

Home again. Had a wonderful trip ;) Hurry home with my souvenir. I know just where I want to mount it.



Souvenir of Budapest



Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

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Magda didn't keep it a secret that she went through a wild phase while she was a student in Budapest.

By the time I met her, she was the hottest real estate agent in town in both senses. I don't know whether it was her beautiful face, her curves, her good nature, her sense of humor or the sexy Hungarian accent that closed all her escrows; probably some of each.

I fell hard, and for some reason, she chose me, although I thought all the other guys she was dating were better looking than me and had a lot more money. Still, our marriage was a good one, with two beautiful children and a loving wife who seemed to grow hotter, not older.

We had a good sex life, with lots of variety; at least I thought so. Most of it was comfortable, but we would occasionally surprise each other with spontaneous ideas, and each of us usually enjoyed the surprises. I was less daring and never tried anything that I thought might be uncomfortable for her. She didn't limit herself like that. Occasionally, I declined some of her more unusual ideas.

One of them was sticking her fingers in my ass. One finger was all right and even felt good when she moved it around as we made love, but sometimes she stuck a second finger in. That bothered me, and I stopped her. One time, before I could do that, she put a third finger in, and I jumped up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You know," I said. "I don't like that."

"You are so unadventurous," she said. "You never want to try anything new."

"You know that's not true," I said. "I just don't like how that feels, and you want to take it even further, don't you?"

"Yes, I admit it," she said. "I promise you I would be careful. I'm certain you could take all my fingers and even my whole hand in there and more. It just takes practice. The human body is very adaptable. You might enjoy it, or you might hate it. But unless you let me try, how will you ever know for sure?"

"I already know that I'll hate it," I said, "and I don't need to know for sure."

"Every time you try something new, I go along," she said. "Sometimes, I really like it, sometimes it does nothing for me and sometimes I can't stand it. I always tell you later, when we're done, when I know for sure.

"If I didn't do that, we wouldn't be doing many of things that get you really excited. Some of them you really resisted, and afterward, you were glad you gave in."

She was right, but I didn't admit it, because she'd use that as ammunition in this argument. "You know that if you say you don't want to do something, I never pressure you to do it," I said. "Why won't you do the same for me?"

"We're not talking about the children or where we eat," she said. "Don't change the subject. This is about sex. When have I ever not gone along with anything you wanted to try in bed? How would I know I don't want to do something unless I do it once? How would you know? Oh never mind!"

By that time, we were both out of the mood, so I turned on my night light and went back to the book I was reading before we began getting amorous. She went back to emails on her iPad. After an hour, I turned off my light and went to sleep. She was still working on her emails.

About a week later, she told me she wanted to take a vacation without the kids this year, because she wanted to show me around Budapest, and the toddlers were too young for the trip. A few months later, we left the kids with my parents and flew off.

She didn't have any family left in Hungary, because they had all moved to the States, but her college girlfriend, Juliska, still lived in Budapest and greeted us at the airport. She was even more voluptuous than Magda and showed it off in some skimpy and slutty outfits as the three of us explored the city for four days.

A lot of other beauties crossed our path as we wandered the streets, and most of them were dressed more like Juliska than Magda. Magda's outfits, considered risque at home but they looked tame compared to what young women in Budapest wore. Juliska was a little out there, and conversations with her and Magda were a lot of fun, including lots of dirty jokes. Sometimes they were in Hungarian, but Magda translated.

Magda told me Juliska was in the Hungarian film industry and used to be an actress. Now she was mostly involved in production. Several times I caught Juliska looking at me intently, but when I noticed, she turned away. The looks were more like curious looks. She definitely never flirted with me the few times we happened to be alone together.

On the morning of our fifth day, the last day before we flew home, Magda announced that she and Juliska had arranged a memorable evening for that night. "It will be a real souvenir of Budapest," said Magda at breakfast. "Juli won't be with us today, because she's working on it."

I figured it would be something similar to our fancy dinner with gypsy music a couple of nights before and didn't think about it again as we spent the day strolling through the city, watching the many outdoor performers and shopping for gifts to take home.

We brought everything back to the hotel room, and I asked Magda if we should change for dinner, but she said no. A few minutes later, Juliska arrived, and we walked a few blocks to a nondescript office building. Juliska ushered us inside and led us past a receptionist and down a hallway. We ended up in front of a couple of small dressing rooms, like the kind you find backstage in a theater.

There we were introduced to Ilona, who looked like she bought her clothes the same place Juliska did. "You are both going to be in costume for this," said Juliska, pushing me into one room with Ilona while she took Magda's hand and led her into the other room. The door shut, and Ilona started undressing me.

"Wait a second," I said, pushing her hands away. "What's going on?"

Her accent was a lot thicker than Juliska's and her English a lot worse. She showed me a colorful outfit hanging from a pipe rod and seemed to be saying this was some kind of imperial costume that I was to wear. I decided to go along, but I told her I'd undress myself. Even though she was adamant about me taking off my boxers, I kept them on while she put the elaborate costume over my head. I didn't know what it was, but it seemed like a long tunic made from some kind of heavy material that was white, with lots of colorful flowery and frilly things sewn on to it.

Once I had it on, she sat me down in the dressing chair and began to work on my face. I started to object, but in her halting English, she explained that makeup was part of the costume. It was strange, because there was no mirror. I saw dirt marks on the bare wall indicating that there had been a large one there very recently, but someone had removed it. I closed my eyes and let her rub and dab away at me. The weirdest thing was when she stuck several cloth disks to the hair on top of my head with some kind of sticky putty. Finally, she scrutinized me and nodded in satisfaction.

When she was done, she led me down the hall to a large room with an oversized couch on it. Sitting on the couch was a woman dressed like a man, but not just any man. She looked like a medieval prince and had a fake mustache and beard on. But in between the colorful hanging cloth material and decorations, you could see some major breasts and a gorgeous ass, so it was definitely a woman.

When she patted the place next to her and said, "Sit down," I suddenly realized it was Magda. I thought it might be ventriloquism, until I pulled aside some cloth and hair and saw that special mark in the hidden place that Magda always told me was for my eyes only. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed it was her. The makeup job was that good. She was like a totally different woman. I wondered what Ilona's makeup had made me look like.

When I sat down, some bright stand lights were turned on across the room and on either side of us and aimed straight at us. I couldn't see who was standing behind them, but I heard the pleasant voice of a woman who had a Hungarian accent but spoke English well. She started asking questions, first in Hungarian to Magda and then in English to me. I didn't find out until later that the questions to Magda in Hungarian were different from the questions to me in English:

Woman: You both look great? What do you think?

Me: I didn't even recognize Magda.

Woman: I thought that was the idea.

Me: What do you mean?

Woman: How do you feel about doing this movie with Magda?

Me: I'm just going along.

Woman: Aren't you a little bit afraid?

Me: I haven't had time to think about it. Should I be afraid?

Woman: Most men wouldn't be willing to do this.

Me: I know what you mean. I feel pretty silly sitting here in this costume.

Woman: Magda wrote the story. Did you have any idea she was capable of such a thing?

Me: No. I never knew she could write.

Woman: Are you sure you want to go through with this?

Me: No. But I'm here now, so I guess Magda's not going to let me get away with leaving before we shoot this silly costume video.

That was the end of the conversation with me. She asked Magda a few more questions in Hungarian, and I wished again that I had learned some of the language before we came. I had no idea what they were saying.

Then Magda got up and assumed her character, I guess, because she stood up straight and marched in a military stride out of the lighted area into the dark, where I could not see her. But before she did, she turned and gave me one of her characteristic mischievous looks. At least I think so, because she looked so different that I wasn't sure.

A second after she left, Ilona and a large woman came to the couch. The woman was about a foot taller than me and very muscular. She had a mean expression on her face. Just as I was thinking this was the first ugly Hungarian woman I'd seen on this trip, she squatted down in front of me, grabbed my feet and in one quick motion pulled them high in the air. My costume fell over my face, and I couldn't see anything.

While I was being held upside down by her, two hands grabbed my boxers and pulled them straight up. The woman released one foot at a time -- she was really strong -- and the boxers were pulled off. I started to shout, but then two fingers stuck something rubbery into my mouth. It was the end of a balloon. I could feel the rubber taste in my mouth.

As soon as the end was in my mouth, the fingers pinching it pulled away, and I felt all the air of the balloon escape into my mouth. I was still at the start of my yell, but the yell turned into a high-pitched squeal that sounded funny. This made me even angrier. The balloon had contained helium and the more I yelled, the more ridiculous it sounded. After that, I was fed more balloon air every time my voice started getting back to normal.

Meanwhile, I felt a finger pushing something greasy into my ass. That was followed by a long tube that was pushed in further and further before stopping deep inside me. Then I felt warm liquid flowing into me.

I struggled, but the big woman was still holding my feet in the air, and the liquid kept coming. Finally it stopped, and after holding me up a few more minutes, the woman slowly lowered my feet back to the floor, and I could see again. She grabbed me around the waist and held me tight. I moved my hands and feet frantically trying to escape, but the giant woman was too strong for me.

When my twists began turning into squirms, she released me and took my hand. I stood up and tried to break free, but she held my hand tight and pointed toward a corner of the room that was in the dark and slowly started walking in that direction. I was now really squirming and had given up trying to escape in favor of trying to hold the liquid in. When I saw that we were heading toward what looked like a bathroom, I moved ahead quickly and dragged her behind me. She was still holding my hand tightly.

Even when I got to the toilet, she didn't let go. Afterward, she took a soapy sponge and cleaned me and then dragged me back to the couch. I felt humiliated. She held me while someone came up behind me and pushed something on top of my head, making it stick to me. That's when I realized those pieces of cloth stuck to my head were Velcro.

I tried to resist, but they had put some powerful stuff in that enema, and by the time everything inside me had come out, I was exhausted and weak. Then I heard some loud martial music coming from speakers somewhere in the room. After a few seconds, the music gradually faded, and I heard a man speaking in English with a Hungarian accent. It was like a formal announcement:

"The princess's wedding night, Part One. The slave of the prince prepares the bride for her first consummation."

As these words were spoken, a short, muscular man, whose body shone with oil walked up to the couch. He looked like a fire hydrant, squat and square with not an inch of fat. All he wore was what looked like a miniskirt that came to just above his knees.

Just like the heavy woman, he lifted me up into the air by my feet. I twisted and struggled, but to no avail. The short man had no trouble handling me. Then another tube was inserted deeply. Oh no, I thought, here we go again. Sure enough, I started filling up. This time it wasn't water but something thick and greasy, but it was just as uncomfortable.

When it had finished, he continued to hold me up for a few minutes, but he didn't lower my legs and lead me to the bathroom. Instead he pulled my legs apart and stepped between them.

That's when I saw that what was peeking out from under his skirt. It reminded me of a big snake, and it was rising into the air and pushing his miniskirt higher. He dropped one of my legs but kept holding the other one high. His other hand took his snake, which was now hard, and placed it between my butt cheeks and pushed. As he did, there was a squishy sound and some of the greasy stuff inside me squirted out. He pulled back a moment and then rubbed his pole in the grease and up and down my crack. I tensed my anal muscles as he pushed again, and this time nothing came out, but he didn't let up on the pressure. Nothing happened for a minute, and then I screamed as I felt him begin to slide into me. Because of another dose of helium a few minutes before, I sounded like Donald Duck frightened by an ant.

He kept pushing, and I felt a strange kind of discomfort. There was hardly any friction because of the grease, but the huge snake was stretching my opening and the muscles inside it. I was panting from trying to cope with the horrible feeling, and as he pushed the last few inches in, I almost fainted. He stopped while I breathed in and out and tried to deal with the huge invasive mass inside my body.

Then he began pulling out a little and pushing back in. I screamed again, and Donald sounded a little darker until another balloon was emptied into my mouth and the high duck voice returned. I stopped making any sound except sobs and grunts as he slowly moved in and out of me, each time pulling further out before pushing all the way in.

I turned my head away toward the lights and saw in the corner a TV monitor playing a porn film of a short man making love to the ass of a beautiful woman. It was the same man who was attacking me, and even the rhythm was the same. As I moved my arm, the woman's arm moved the same way. That's when I screamed the loudest.

The woman in the monitor was me, but she didn't look anything like me. What I thought was a white tunic was bunched at my waist and was actually a beautiful wedding dress. The hair was a blond wig stuck to my head. Ilona's makeup and the dress that hid my body made me look like an alluring woman, except when my penis showed occasionally.

The squat man was now pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in. The view on the monitor changed to a close-up camera, and I quickly looked away, but not before I saw something so frightening and disgusting that I wanted to throw up. As the man pulled out of me, he was opening a huge hole that tried to close before his penis entered again. But the hole had been opened so wide that it could only shut half way before the snake entered again. I couldn't believe that huge opening was mine. I felt utterly degraded, and the feeling was almost worse than the agony every time he pulled out.

Now the man took one of my ankles in each hand and pulled my legs over his shoulders. Then he pushed forward, lifting my rear off the couch as he continued to push in and out and pick up his pace.

He began bumping my ass with his thighs every time he pushed in. The bumps got faster and harder, and the springs in the couch responded by bumping me back up. Between the bumps from the man and the couch, I was like a bouncing ball. Every time I slammed up into the man, I couldn't help shrieking in my funny voice, and then I shrieked again a second later, because as we flew apart and he ripped out of me.

Finally he slowed down and then pulled out. He lifted me up, turned me over and lifted my legs up so that I was on all fours, I was sweating and had no energy left in me. I felt like a wet mop. He got behind me, and this time he quickly touched bottom, and once again I had to endure his awful thrusts.

He pulled out and turned me around on the huge couch, as big as a small bed, and stood over me. I looked at the monitor and saw him squatting down over my ass and pushing his snake back into me. Now he was going straight up and down. As he gradually increased his speed, the bumping began again. This time, my entire body, which was on all fours, was bouncing up and down crazily as if I were on a trampoline. I was in constant agony by this time and hardly knew what was happening to me.

As wondered how long he could do this before coming, he grabbed me around the waist, fell back and pulled me on top of him so I was impaled between his legs but facing away from him. Then he swung himself around so that he was sitting on the couch facing the lights.

He tried for a moment to bounce on the couch to continue pushing in and out, but my dead weight on top of him kept him from moving much. Then he grabbed me behind the knees and lifted me and rolled me back so that my feet were on his thighs. After they were planted there, he used his hands to lift my rear up until I was slightly suspended in the air above him, with some of his snake outside me. He began to thrust from below and soon he was really going in and out lightning fast. I was out of control and couldn't stop screaming. He stopped for another balloon to be fed to me and then resumed and said his first words to me, softly in a thick Hungarian accent: "Pull your cheeks apart."

I didn't respond, either because I didn't want to or most likely because I was so out if it, I didn't understand what he wanted. Then he seemed to turn on some extra energy because he was going even faster in and out of me. I was frantic from the awful feeling inside me. He slowed down again and repeated, "Pull your cheeks apart."

This time I heard him clearly. My hands were hanging by my sides. I took my right hand and put it on my right butt cheek and my left hand on my left and pulled the cheeks apart as much as I could while he continued to pound me.

Suddenly, he grabbed me behind the knees and pulled me quickly back. I heard a loud gurgling, followed by a popping sound as he wrenched his penis out of me. Some of the lubricant came out and dripped down onto the couch. In another second, he quickly lowered me back onto him and was thrusting like crazy once more. Then he again pulled me back and I heard that loud pop again as ripped free of me.

He repeated the thrusting and ripping until I felt like I was going to lose my mind, especially after I foolishly glanced at the monitor and saw the huge, dark hole he was opening each time he did this routine.




Souvenir of Budapest



The unfamiliar march music started playing again, and he stopped. I sat on his lap with him completely inside of me and tried to catch my breath. As the music got softer again, the formal voice of the announcer said,

"The princess's wedding night, part two. The prince consummates his marriage."

As he spoke, a figure who had been watching me from the dark stepped into the light. It was the transformed Magda, and she had a smile on her face. But I didn't look at her face long, because my eye noticed something new. Her arms were hidden under the folds of her multilayered costume, but sticking out from the place between her legs was a giant dildo.

It was not like any dildo I had ever seen. It was at least two feet long and wider than a role of paper towels. It was black and in the shape of a man's penis. No human could accept a penis that size. It would split the person in two.

I was so frightened that my scream caught in my throat as Magda walked up to me and the squat man on the couch. The huge dildo was at eye level. Then the man grabbed me again by the thighs, lifted me up and began slowly to push in and out of me. As he did so, he said again, "Pull your cheeks apart."

I followed his instructions in a daze, and he thrust into me for a few seconds before again popping out of me. More lubricant came out. There must have been a gallon inside me.

As he did, I saw the giant black dildo move. There was still a little resistance inside me, because I managed to scream a scream that was different than before. It was like the squeal of a pig that realized it was about to be butchered. But the dildo didn't come toward me. Instead, it seemed to get wider and then split in two. I saw it was just a casing, and inside were two slender bare arms and hands: Magda's. Magda stepped closer to me and stuck one of her fingers inside my ass, then a second, then a third. I barely felt them until I closed around them. Then she pulled them slowly out and looked at her fingers, greasy from all the lube inside me, and smiled at me.

I didn't have time to respond, because the man was back inside of me and thrusting. My hands were still pulling my cheeks apart and once again he lifted me up. This time, Magda quickly stuck four fingers inside.

She began to push them rapidly in and out. Then I saw her add her thumb. After a minute of all the fingers going in and out, she stopped with the five fingers inside me, and I felt them begin to press. When the second knuckles of her fingers entered me, my voice was almost gone, so my screaming wasn't as loud. The sound of me gasping for air was much louder.

Then I started feeling like I was being ripped apart. The fleshy part of her hand below the thumb was being pushed into me, the widest part of her hand. I grunted and squirmed and squealed in a whisper before my breath went out of me. She was through. Her hand had pushed into me all the way to the wrist. I looked down, expecting to see blood pouring out of me, but there was nothing. The man had opened me enough for me to take her hand without her ripping apart my colon.

She stopped and took some deep breaths. Then she looked at me with her special smile of satisfaction. I recognized it from the way she looked when she was telling me about some expensive house she had closed. It was a wide grin, from ear to ear.

She watched my face as she started playing inside me. I felt a fluttering in my bowels. She was moving her fingers around inside me. Then she started twisting the hand around slowly as I squirmed and squealed. As she was twisting, she began to push a little again.

Then she stopped twisting and just pushed softly. Lubricant continued to squirt out around her arm as she pushed. She got halfway to her elbow before she finally stopped and gave me her special smile again. I felt like I was about to explode into pieces.

She leaned over toward my ear and whispered one word, "See?" I understood. She didn't have to add, "I told you I could do it." I felt like she was pulling my guts out as she began pulling her arm out. Finally, the hand came out, along with a big gob of lubricant.

I was still sitting on the man's lap, and he had his arms around me. Then Magda slowly began working her hand and her forearm back into me. It was easier for her this time. Now Juliska came to the couch and sat at my right facing me. She grabbed some of the lubricant that had leaked copiously all over the couch, bent down, grabbed my shriveled-up member and began to stroke it.

I was feeling so much pain that I didn't respond. After a few minutes of trying to stimulate my shriveled penis, she got up and left. She came back with some kind of device that looked like a transparent suction cup connected to a tube attached to a small machine. She put the suction cup up against the end of my shriveled penis and turned on the machine.

It was very quiet, and at first I thought nothing was happening. Then I felt a slight tug from the suction cup. It was sucking me in very gently and then releasing me. I thought, this is never going to arouse me. I looked quizzically at Juliska, and she returned my look and whispered into my ear, "Breast pump." Then I saw my penis moving. Even though I could barely feel the suction, I was starting to respond, despite the horrible feeling of Magda's hand inside me.

Magda looked at me getting hard and smiled again. The next thing I knew, I was ready to let loose and the sensations of forced pleasure and forced agony increased at the same time. My breathing was beginning to speed up. "Not yet," said Magda, and Juliska took the suction cup away. My body tried to follow it, and then another wave of pain hit me as Magda slowly pulled her hand out of me.

She took each of my slippery hands away from my cheeks and let them fall to my side. Then she hugged me with both hands around my back and pulled me to her. The man slid out from under me and walked away.

Magda lowered me back onto the couch and knelt on a large pillow in front of me, as if she was going to take my penis into her mouth. Instead, she lifted my legs onto her shoulders and inserted one finger inside me and started to move it slowly in and out. Then she put in a finger from the other hand and moved the fingers in and out together.

I felt someone behind me grab my feet and pull them off Magda's shoulders. I turned my head slightly and saw it was Ilona, standing behind the couch. She was pulling my feet back over my shoulders and wide apart. This caused me to slide on the lubricant that was making the couch slimy until my rear was hanging over the edge. Then she locked an arm around each ankle and held me in that position.

Magda meanwhile added a second finger from each hand and then a third. Six fingers were moving in and out as I felt Juliska's hand on my penis again. She tried to arouse it but failed. Back came the breast pump and the gentle tugging. By this time Magda had eight fingers going in and out of me. She was moving them in the same slow rhythm with the breast pump. Plop plop squish squish and my panting were the only sounds as I was stretched wider than before.

When she saw me getting hard again, Magda put her whole right hand in up to the wrist. There were nine fingers in me now, but despite the pain, I was getting ready to spurt and breathing fast.

Juliska quickly removed the pump, and Magda said, "Pull your cheeks apart." I looked at her but didn't do anything because I felt so weak. In addition to the pain inside my anus, I now felt a pain in my crotch from wanting to come and being frustrated. Magda said something to Juliska, and Juliska took my hands and helped me pull my cheeks apart. Then she grabbed my penis again and began pumping it.

This time it responded slightly to her ministrations, but when it didn't progress much, back came the pump. It didn't take long for the pump to get me to full attention this time, and as I was pulling my cheeks apart, Magda began slowly pushing her left hand inside of me.

As my breathing got faster, the pump was removed again, and once again Juliska's hand was on me. This time I stayed hard as she began pumping me.

Magda was now had both hands into me and was pushing deeper. Juliska was speeding up and slowing down, on my penis, bringing me to the edge and but not letting me go over it. I was frantic, and my body was shaking violently. Magda finally stopped pushing. As Juliska pumped me, I felt the urgency of an orgasm building in my testicles. Then Magda shifted so that instead of facing me, she was facing more to the side. Her arms inside of me pulled me around a little as she did this. Her head turned toward the lights and she smiled in that direction. I was facing that direction, too. 

Juliska stopped pumping me and leaned forward and whispered into my right ear. "Do it yourself," she said.

"No, you do it," I said in my high, funny balloon voice.

But she didn't touch me again, and as I withered, I felt a strong pain in my testicles competing with the feeling caused by Magda's arms inside me. Then Juliska brought the pump back, and within a few seconds, I was fully aroused again and ready to explode. But she quickly turned it off and said again, "Do it yourself."

Again I said, "No, you do it" and then shrieked as the pump was taken off and the pain again kicked into my testicles. When I was once more shriveled up, she turned the pump back on and repeated the process.

"Do it yourself," Juliska said again as she took a gob of the lubricant coating the couch and put it in my hand. This time I didn't wait for the pain. I started to stroke myself. Magda was breathing hard while facing the lights and smiling. I started to breathe hard, too.

"Look up and smile," said Juliska. I looked up quickly, but with the urgent feeling in front and the horrible feeling in my rear, all I could do was pant, grimace and groan. I heard the fast clicking of a camera snapping away.

Suddenly I felt I was about to come. Juliska must have noticed it, too, because she said, "High in the air." I followed her order without thinking and aimed high, and when I exploded, it looked like a fountain spurting white cream. I noticed Juliska leaning in to Magda and me and smiling in the direction of the lights along with Magda and the sound of the camera taking pictures.

I was finished in every way as I spurted my last drop, and Magda slowly pulled out one of her arms and then the other.

She left, and I was half carried to the dressing room by Juliska, Ilona and the squat man. They took off my dress and put my clothes back on. I felt as though my insides were mush as they walked me and Magda to a cab that brought us back to the hotel, where I collapsed onto the bed and slept a troubled sleep. In the morning I could barely take a shower or move in any way without feeling tremendous pain inside my ass.

Magda and I didn't talk on the way to the airport or during the flight. At home, we pretended like nothing happened, although the pain lasted more than two weeks, and the kids must have been wondering about the way I walked. I called up a lawyer as soon as I got to my office, but that night the kids were so concerned about Daddy that I called the lawyer the next day and told him I to hold off on getting the divorce papers ready to serve Magda. I had to think about how I was going to prepare the kids first.

The next Saturday, when the kids were out of the house, a package arrived from Budapest, and Magda eagerly opened it. There was a DVD inside, a note to her from Juliska and a photo for me. The photo was in a cardboard frame, embossed with the title "Souvenir of Budapest." It was a picture of a man dressed as a woman sitting on a couch with a woman dressed as a man in front of him, smiling. Both her hands were inside him. The man was holding his member, which was spurting up in the air like a fountain. A beautiful woman was behind him, leaning over with her smiling face next to his. The man's face was twisted in agony. No one could tell who the costumed couple was, but I knew.

I ripped the photo into shreds and yelled at Magda, "Please tell me what in the hell is this all about."

She smiled her mischievous smile. "Baby, I just wanted to add a little spice to our life," she said. "Remember the night when I was angry about you being scared to try something new? When I got to my computer, there was a message from Juli telling me she had just gone to work for a website called teachmetofistmyboyfriend.com. She said they got young Hungarian couples and tourists to do videos for the site, so I went and looked at what they were doing. That's when I came up with my idea.

"Juli said they weren't too eager when I told them how much we would have to be disguised so that nobody would know who we were, but I promised them that I'd write a special story that people would love to see. And I was right. It's the most popular video on the site. They sent me a copy of the edited version on the DVD, as well as all the original footage and still photos.

"Look at this." She reached into the bottom of the box and pulled out a money order. "They think they're going to make so much money on this that they're paying us $20,000 for our work, more than triple what they usually pay. Our whole trip to Hungary is paid for, and we have enough for the next trip."

"There's not going to be a next trip," I yelled. "I'm never again going anywhere where you know the language and I don't. And I don't ever want to hear about this again or want you to tell anyone else. If you have any problem with that, I'm packing up and moving out today. The only thing that's kept me from doing it already is the kids."

"Of course, I won't tell anyone," said Magda. "Now that I know for sure that you aren't into this kind of thing, we'll never discuss it again." She winced when I broke the DVD in two, but I'm certain she received another copy from Juliska.

It took us almost a year of therapy for us to get things back to something like the way they were before the trip. At the beginning she thought I would come to see that she had done everything with the good intention of spicing up our love life. She couldn't understand why I continued to be so angry. And she laughed when I told the therapist my fantasies of the terrible things that I wanted to do to her.

Finally, at one session, my continuing feelings of pain and humiliation must have gotten through to her, because she fell apart. For several days after that, she was crying a lot, even in front of the children. At the next session, her whole way of speaking to the therapist and me had changed. She was desperate for us to tell her what she had to do to save our marriage. That's when my feelings toward her finally began to soften.

Now we have a good marriage again and a great love life, too. I try to respond when she wants to do something unusual, and we vary things a lot more than we ever did. But sometimes she still wants to go too far.

When she does, we don't argue about it. Usually, she'll just give up and say, "I'm going to the living room and do email or watch a video." She could do that in bed, but I never mention it, and I never ask her what video she's going to watch because I don't want to know the answer.

One thing still concerns me. One day four years after our vacation, she proudly mentioned that our video is still the favorite one on teachmetofistmyboyfriend.com, and women from all over the world were downloading it. Maybe this is why every once in a while I meet a woman who looks closely at me and says, "Haven't we met?"

I'm not too worried about that, because no one could ever recognize me through the disguise. What worries me is that unusual birth mark of Magda's. It's tiny but distinctive and is on her left inside thigh, right where it meets her pubic hair. Unless I pull her bush aside, it usually can't be seen. She told me one night that it shows up for a fraction of a second in the online version of the video, but she had to go back and forth slowly a few times to make sure she actually saw it.

The trouble is that Magda's still proud of her figure, and she works out regularly at a health club near us. I told her that I've seen her secret mark sometimes when she gets out of the shower at home and dries herself. I made her promise to never shower at the club, but sometimes, when she's in a hurry to get to a closing, she forgets her promise.

Last week, she told me she met a nice woman at the health club and we're going out for dinner with her and her husband. I didn't mention my thoughts to Magda, because she'd tell me I'm paranoid, and I know that the odds are infinitesimal that this new friend saw the video, saw Magda taking a shower, saw the mark and put it all together. But still...



Souvenir - Revenir Pt. 02



Author's note: First, this is a story that belongs in 'Loving Wives' because it is about a woman having sex with a man other than her husband and getting pregnant. It also explores the mild kink of cum eating and swapping. If this kind of story isn't for you, don't read it and then post angry comments.

This is the second part of a two part story. You need to read my earlier story 'Souvenir' first.

In French, 'souvenir' is a verb that means 'to remember'. We use the word in English as a noun. The French verb 'revenir' means 'to return'.

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When Ben and I had been married two years we had started trying to begin a family. That was when we found out that Ben had a type of total and irreversible male infertility. I had resigned myself to the reality that we would have to use a sperm donor. Ben was slower in coming to accept this reality. We took a vacation together in Hawaii in mid-winter to relax together, and I knew we would have to come to a decision when we returned home.

While in Hawaii we ran into my old high school sweetheart Chad. On the last night that Chad was in Hawaii, Ben nudged me into having an affair with him. I cannot blame Ben for my actions though. In reality I too wanted it to happen. I conceived and Ben and I had a son we named David late that year. You can find all of this in my story Souvenir. 

Since David was born, Ben had proven himself to be a wonderful father as I had expected. He left his high aspiration position at a major law firm to work as in-house counsel for an industrial company. The new job had much better hours. We moved from downtown Chicago to the suburbs where we bought a tidy house on a quiet street with a fenced yard.

Ben bided his time, waiting throughout my entire pregnancy and on for almost three years before he brought up the topic of the conception. We were enjoying a quiet evening sitting in our sunroom. David was in bed, and Ben and I were simply sitting together and talking about any number of things. The topic came from seemingly out of the blue.

"That night in Hawaii with Chad, can you tell me what happened?" He abruptly asked.

As I got over my initial surprise, I eyed Ben with suspicion. Was Ben suddenly now, long after the fact, starting to get cold feet? Or had he been nursing a wounded pride for three years, and his jealousy was finally now rising to the surface unbidden to create a nest of thorns in our marriage? I felt the sick twist of fear in the pit of my stomach.

"Why do you want to know?" I temporized.

"I was just curious. I thought it might be something we could...oh, I don't know." Ben was at a loss for words it seemed.

The details of how I had sex with Chad and got impregnated didn't seem like a great topic to share with my husband, even if he had been the one that pushed me into doing it. Ben's tone was light and conversational, and he didn't seem to be motivated by jealousy. But what was he getting at? Why did he want any details? One of my deepest fears was that Ben had never actually intended for me to go and sleep with Chad. He hadn't come right out and told me to explicitly, but his meaning had seemed pretty clear.

Regardless of Ben's motives, I had my own embarrassment to consider as well. I'd be far too mortified to relate the details of my tryst to Ben while casually sitting in our tidy home. For the moment I deflected him by reversing the question.

"What do you think happened?" I asked him.

"I think I know the broader sense." Ben returned. "After all, we have David."

I felt relieved, I suppose. At least I hadn't been wrong about Ben's intentions in Hawaii. I managed to shift the subject, and Ben seemed to get the hint that I was not likely to divulge details. 

That night Ben waited for me to climb into bed and I could feel his eyes on me as I brushed my teeth in the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom. As is normal for me, I was just wearing a T-shirt to sleep in. I leaned forward to spit in the sink and I knew Ben was staring at me. Leaning forward I presented a tantalizing view of my thick pussy lips, briefly bringing them from concealment between my legs. 

I was feeling a little bit horny, and I lingered for a few seconds to tease him a bit. As I rinsed my mouth I knew his eyes were still on my pussy. I felt blood engorging my lips and a moistening in my pussy.

I climbed into bed and Ben reached for me. He was clearly aroused as I could feel his hardness press against me while he pulled me close. We kissed for a while and then Ben rolled between my thighs without any foreplay. I pulled my legs up, spreading myself and inviting him to take me. I felt Ben's hardness bump against my mound. I was already wet, and his thickness slowly spread my lips before the hard shaft steadily filled my body. 

I lay back under my husband's comfortable weight and let the pleasure of being penetrated run through me. After a while I decided I wanted to be on top. We rolled over together, Ben's cock still buried inside me. Once I was mounted on him, I ground my hips down against his, rubbing my lips all over his pubic bone while feeling his thick cock filling me up.

Just as I started to feel an orgasm build, Ben gave a small groan and I felt the familiar sensation of his cock throbbing with his release and spurting his cum deep inside me. Ben had reached his climax faster than usual and robbed me of my own. After coming, Ben rested beneath me, letting his cock soften within the tight grip of my vagina.

"Hmmm...you cheated me on that one." I murmured to him. "What got you so aroused?" 

"I'll make it up to you." Ben whispered. 

He placed his hands against my thighs and urged me forward until I was kneeling over his chest. Then he shocked me as he suddenly slid himself down until his head was between my thighs. He grasped my hips and I felt his lips press against mine. His tongue slipped between my pussy lips and touched my clit.

"Oh no," I said softly. "Stop." Ben had never gone down on me after fucking me before and I was very self-conscious. My cunt was soaking wet with my arousal and I couldn't help but think about the huge load of semen injected deep in my vagina.

I was also still very aroused from our interrupted intercourse. As Ben buried his face against my engorged lips my protest dissolved into a groan of pleasure. Ben rubbed his tongue back and forth across my clit while alternately sucking on it hard. My arousal immediately picked up where we had left off, and I began building towards a huge release. 

As I got closer and closer to climax, my inhibitions about the state of my messy pussy dropped from my mind. Soon I was moaning almost continuously and grinding my twat hard against Ben as he licked me. Just as I was on the verge of orgasm I became aware of even greater wetness flooding from my vagina and I realized that Ben's semen was draining from me and coating his chin and mouth.

Bizarrely, the nasty kinkiness of rubbing my messy cunt all over him turned me on beyond anything and I cried out as I came. I throbbed with pleasure and felt Ben running his tongue all over my lips and even into my hole. It was so hot and so nasty I could not believe it. Where had this idea come from?

After coming I lay down next to Ben. I felt the warmth of his body in contrast to the coolness of the room. I was burning to ask him where he had decided to lick me after fucking me. He had to have been aware that he had licked his own issue from inside of me, hadn't he? I hesitated, embarrassed by knowing that he had eaten me with my pussy such a mess.

Ben offered me an opening. "Was that OK?" he asked.

I rolled over on my side and rested my head on my arm. "It was more than OK. I needed to come like that." I told him. "What had you so aroused that you came so quickly?" I asked him.

In the dim light from the open bathroom door I think I saw Ben blush red. He looked away for a moment. "Nothing." Was his reply.

I snuggled up against Ben and held him quietly. My mind was racing around and around in a circle. What struck me first was our brief conversation in the sunroom earlier. Was it a coincidence that Ben was suddenly hyper-aroused the same day as he brought up the topic of Chad for the first time in years? 

I thought back to that night in Hawaii when I had conceived David. It had been Ben who had suggested that we take the chance. Ben had seemingly come to grips with our needing to resort to a sperm donor in order to conceive. But why then did he encourage me to sleep with Chad? It seemed strange that he would prefer having another man fuck his wife over an anonymous sperm donor or even adoption.

With a start I then recalled how Ben had eagerly jumped between my legs to fuck me when I returned from Chad's condo. I'd been surprised when Ben had remarked on how wet I was that night. I'd thought that he was simply commenting on my arousal. Perhaps it was something more. As hard as it was to imagine I realized that Ben was in some way turned on by the idea of Chad fucking me. Troubled by this idea, I was a long time falling asleep in Ben's embrace.

One evening a few weeks later, Ben was upstairs putting David to bed. I was sitting on the sofa flipping channels, but there was nothing much of interest on TV. Ben came back down and sat down next to me. He watched the nothing I was flipping through for a few minutes.

"What do you think about having another child?" Ben asked me.

The question startled me. I was very interested in having another baby, but I was wondering what Ben was thinking of. Did he want to use a sperm donor as we had discussed before we had David? Certainly he couldn't be thinking of anything like what had happened with Chad, could he?

"I would be interested in a second child, Ben." I let a long silence develop, waiting him out.

"I only thought of it because I've been in contact with Chad." Ben confessed. He held up a hand to my sudden look of anger, stopping me from an outburst. "It wasn't like that." He continued. "Chad and I exchanged contact information in Hawaii as a precaution. He contacted me first."

I struggled to hold my tongue and lost. "What did he ask you, if you needed anyone bred?" I was getting hotter by the second.

"No. Keep in mind; he never knew what happened after he left Hawaii." Ben tried to settle me. "He was simply curious. Think about it from his viewpoint."

I thought about it. Chad had fucked me knowing that I was partly motivated by my lust for him and also motivated by my desire to conceive. How long had he wondered what had come to pass? Did I conceive his baby? What was the child like?

I suddenly glanced back at Ben. "What about you? Doesn't this worry you?"

"Not really." He replied. "David is my son in both law and practice." He waited for a few moments. "I sent Chad some pictures."

"Are you crazy?" I asked him. I was upset. Becoming a mother had created protectiveness in me and I was probably more suspicious than was warranted. It was, after all, probably natural for Chad to be wondering about his possible progeny. A bigger wonder was why it was me and not Ben that was upset. "Wait. What did you say about having another child?" I asked.

"Well..." Ben seemed to sense that this conversation was not going as he had hoped. "Chad asked if he could ever visit us some time. I think he wanted to meet David, as a distant uncle perhaps. He sounded genuine."

My eyebrows were raised in a peak on my forehead.

"I think he also wanted to see you again." Ben finished lamely.

I flushed red. I recalled some nature show I had seen on TV about horse breeding. I remembered a scene where the breeder had placed his mare in a special stall and was walking a stallion over to mate her. That made Ben the breeder. Me, I was the mare. I turned back to stare at the TV. Ben had the sense to drop the subject for the moment.

Over the next few days I softened my stance. It wasn't so strange for Chad to want to see David, and we had parted on very good terms. In fact, Chad had never done anything to hurt me and it was wrong of me to wall him out without reason. The bigger question that I had to resolve was that of Ben. Our tacit, implied agreement in Hawaii could never be repeated. This discussion needed some fresh air.

That night I waited until David was in bed and then I told Ben that we needed to talk. I told Ben that I was just as desperate for a second child as he was. But if he wanted to go about it the same way as before then he needed to level with me. 

Ben stared at me for a long while. Finally he confessed. "This is really hard for me, I have long had a secret fantasy of watching you having sex. It's a strange thing, part repellent and part attraction. I get very excited and very anxious at the same time when I think of it."

I nodded a bit, willing Ben to continue.

"I had always assumed that this was a fantasy that I would never act on in any way." He continued. "Then in Hawaii everything just kind of came together. You, me, him...and our particular need just sort of made the rationalization easy." He finished.

I thought it over as we talked. The biggest concern I would have with such a fantasy had Ben just laid it out was that his post-fantasy jealousy would run amuck. But Ben had never shown any jealousy over my night with Chad, so that was behind us. I wasn't sure I really understood his fantasy, but I could at least try to accept it. Ben's fantasy had in a strange way given me David. 

I was still not really considering another round with Chad, but I decided I could live with a visit so Chad could see David. I relented a little bit. "Give me Chad's contact information and I will talk to him." I told Ben. 

The next day I waited until David was down for a nap before calling the number listed. After a few rings Chad picked up. "You just caught me." He said. "I just got off a plane."

We ended up talking for almost an hour. Chad was still the warm and funny man I had once known and I wound up wondering why I had been so untrusting. He had gotten back to work, now hustling himself (his words) as a leadership consultant for Fortune 500 companies. I invited him to come and stay with us some time to catch up and to meet David. Obviously he would be introduced as just a friend of the family. 

Chad checked his schedule. He could arrange some flights and arrive on a Friday in two weeks. He would catch an early bird flight out Sunday morning. I looked at the big family calendar hanging in the kitchen and noted that the weekend was clear. We agreed to the visit. 

It was only after I hung up with Chad that I pulled out my own personal calendar too. I could lie to Ben about not wanting to be bred like a mare, but it is hard to lie to yourself. Was I really thinking about sleeping with Chad again? I started counting days. If I got my period a couple days hence as I expected then Chad would arrive on day thirteen of my cycle. I almost always ovulate between day thirteen and fifteen.

That night over dinner I told Ben that I had invited Chad to visit us. He smiled at me and said that he was pleased. No mention was made of giving David a sibling and Ben offered to clear the dishes. Later I entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I found my personal calendar sitting on the countertop instead of in my purse. I was sure I had put it away after looking at it earlier, but those kinds of things can be easy to forget. As I put it away again I had a different thought. Ben can count days just as well as I can, after all.

The next two weeks passed pretty much like any other. I was, as expected, approaching ovulation the second week and I was starting to get horny. Monday night I had a vivid and kinky dream. I dreamt that I was kneeling before Ben sucking him while Chad was fucking me hard from behind. Ben suddenly pulled out and sprayed a ridiculous amount of cum all over my face while Chad exploded and shot his own huge load into me from behind. I woke up with my pussy soaking wet. 

I spent Tuesday with the memory of the dream running through my head. I was constantly wet and every move seemed to transmit friction from my jeans to my clit, tweaking my arousal just a little higher. David refused to take a nap and I couldn't even find fifteen minutes alone to get myself off. 

I surprised Ben when he got home from work. At the time I expected him, I put on a TV show for David. I don't let him watch much TV, especially not right before dinner so he was delighted at the unexpected treat. Within a minute he was tuned in and turned off, to mangle a phrase.

Ben arrived home a few minutes later. I met him at the door. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear "Can you meet me in the bedroom?" He grinned at me and started to take of his shoes as I turned and headed for our room.

Once there, I didn't waste time. Part of me wanted to just get fucked until I could claim the release I was dying for. But I managed to hold out and experience part of my dream instead.

Ben joined me and I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. They fell to the floor and he stepped from them. I knelt on the floor before Ben and grasped his cock. He felt warm and smooth in my hand, and he became semi hard within a couple seconds. I stroked him lightly and felt the heft of him as he finished stiffening in my palm.

I don't give Ben a lot of blowjobs. For one thing, I often get a sore jaw which cuts my enthusiasm. I also only really get the urge to suck him off when I'm really horny, and I'd usually prefer to get fucked at that point. Today I had the urge to make him come in my mouth. The idea of making him climax in my mouth and then swallowing his thick load was erotic.

I opened my lips and took in just the head of him. I sucked very gently on him while rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue. I was rewarded with a soft moan. I continued this for a couple minutes, increasing the pressure of my tongue and hearing his arousal start to increase in the sound of his breathing.

Once I judged him ready, I started to suck the length of him into my throat. At the end of each thrust I would pause with my nose against his pubic hair while letting him feel the tightness of my throat around the head of his cock. He groaned with pleasure at that. "Ohhhhh baby! Suck me! Suck me!" I was thinking about what it would be like to be getting fucked hard from behind at the same moment and I almost felt like I was going to have an orgasm right there without even being touched.

I gradually quickened my pace. Ben started to talk dirty as I deep throated him over and over. "Unnnh. I'm going to come. I want to come in your mouth so bad." He told me. I grasped his hips with both hands, pulling his pelvis to me so that he could fuck my mouth with his cock. His thighs and butt were tensed up and I knew he was teetering on the brink of an orgasm. At last I felt him twitch as he groaned heavily.

I pulled back a little at the last second so not to choke on his cum. He jerked and throbbed in my mouth, spilling his semen onto my tongue. Suddenly my senses were filled with the taste and feel of his load. It was salty and ever so thick, and the sensation of it was driving me mad with lust. 

He came for several long moments before he was finally done. Each time I figured he had finished, his cock would suddenly give one more spasm and a little spurt of semen would pop onto my tongue. 

I let his already softening cock slip from my mouth without dribbling semen down my chin. I habitually winced as I swallowed his ejaculate, briefly struggling not to gag as its thick consistency slid down my throat. Ben pulled me to my feet to kiss me with passion. I could still taste him strongly as I parted my lips and returned both his kiss and the taste of him, and I could not help but think back to the night he had licked his cum from my pussy. 




Souvenir - Revenir Pt. 02



Blowing Ben sluttishly on the bedroom floor only made me hornier and so I made him fuck me that night after David was safely in bed. I was probably more aroused by bedtime that I have ever been before. I reached orgasm within a minute of sliding my body down onto Ben's cock. Having already come once that afternoon, he lasted as long as I cared to ride him. I rode him until I was literally sore. That left me satisfied for a couple days.

Thursday night I found myself thinking ahead to the next day. Chad was due to arrive in the afternoon. I was nervous about a lot of things. How would he and Ben get along now with our shared history? How would he react to David? Would he be at all possessive? 

Underlying my practical concerns was the sexual tension of the situation. I was trying to avoid the question of whether I planned to do anything with Chad again, and I was studiously ignoring what my erotic dream from Monday night was telling me. Especially I didn't want to think about the logistics of it. Really, how would anything happen again between us since we would be all together under one roof? 

On Friday morning David helped me make up the bed in the guest room by running off with the pillowcases and losing them. By the time we hunted them down and finished vacuuming and dusting it was nearly lunch. I fed David and put him down for a nap. Then I curled up with a book for a little down time of my own.

I must have dozed off, because I awoke with a start to the sound of car doors slamming in front of the house. I got up and walked to the front door. Peeking out, I saw Chad paying off his cabbie and collecting his bag. He checked the house number against a scrap of paper in his hand and walked up to the door. I opened it.

Chad smiled as he saw me. I felt a surge as I looked into his eyes again. It was a rush of nervousness, excitement and even lust I suppose. I invited him in and offered him a cup of tea. He settled on a stool in the kitchen. It felt like we had just parted, our conversation picked up with the casual feel of old friends. It was hard to believe that we had not seen each other in over three years.

We talked and caught each other up on things. Chad was sharing a funny anecdote about a former army lieutenant teaching corporate executives how to be leaders when I heard a small voice behind me. "I'm wake Mommy!" 

David walked into the kitchen trailing his blankie. He spotted Chad and grabbed my leg, holding me tight. "David, this is Chad. He's a friend." I told him.

David peered around my leg. "Hi!" he said before he buried his face against my thigh.

Laughing I looked up at Chad to find an expression of wonder on his face. Chad crouched down and smiled, looking at David face to face. "Hi, David. What would you like to do this afternoon?" he asked.

"He likes to go to the park before dinner." I suggested.

We had a lot of fun at the park. David was fresh from his nap and in a good mood. Chad played well with him, leading him all over the play structure. Once I realized that they were fine together I sat back on a bench and just watched them. David was climbing a series of steps to a landing on a wooden play structure. Laughing he jumped into Chad's waiting arms. "Again, again!" he called with glee as Chad set him down on the ground.

Watching Chad with David was...arousing. I know that seems like a strange thing to say but the truth is that nothing puts me in the mood for sex like watching Ben being good with his son. Watching Chad was having a similar effect.

As the early spring shadows lengthened across the playground I signaled to the boys that it was time to go home. David helped me make dinner, and Chad helped me clean up David's messes. Dinner was ready shortly after Ben got home.

Over dinner, Ben and Chad got into an animated conversation while I cut up David's dinner and got him to eat. I watched them, more as a spectator to their conversation than a participant. Given our shared history it was a marvel how well they got along. 

And what about me? All that had happened before had never shaken my love for Ben. But could a woman love two men? Or were my feelings for Chad merely infatuation and lust? 

We lingered long over coffee after dinner while David played with his matchbox cars under the table. I looked under the table to tell him it was bedtime and found all of his cars lined up nose to tail. Ben and Chad were in another discussion so I took David up to bed.

I came back to find that the men had cleared and stacked the dishes. We retired to the living room where I drew all the blinds. Chad was relating some stories of his time in the army to Ben. I'd heard some of this story before, so I found my mind wandering. 

I'd been a little horny all day, which I had been mostly trying to ignore. Now that I was sitting with Ben and Chad I had a lot to think about. The central fact was that I was about to ovulate. I loved my son and I yearned for a second child. I had a strong urge to couple with Chad once again, as I simply had to admit to myself. It was crazy to sit with the man I loved and feel this lust for another.

Chad's cell phone rang, and he apologized and excused himself to take a call that he assured us he simply could not ignore. I snuggled up against Ben. Feeling bold, I decided to get things out in the open.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked him.

"I want to watch you with him." He replied

I thought this over. At almost any other time in my life if you had asked me if I would ever do this, I would be sure the answer was no. My mind started to replay my erotic dream and I started to form the craziest idea. Without saying a word to Ben, I reached down and grasped his cock through his pants.

He was already rock hard, which didn't surprise me. His arousal did make me feel more confident to take the next step. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. Then I pulled his hard cock out into the open. I slipped from the couch to kneel before him.

I held his warm cock in my hand and swirled my tongue about the head. He gasped at my first touch and then moaned appreciatively as I engulfed his length in my mouth. I sucked him slow, mostly teasing the underside of his cock with my tongue and only occasionally taking his length into my throat.

I stopped fellating Ben for a moment to remove my shirt and bra. My breasts fell free and I felt my nipples harden as they were exposed to the cool air in the living room. 

Then, alternating hands, I slowly tugged my skirt and panties down to my knees. Ben's eyes were wide as he watched me pull my skirt free from my legs. Naked, I pulled off Ben's pants before leaning forward again to take his cock between my lips again. 

I sucked him for a while, and suddenly I felt a new pair of hands touch my body. Chad had returned and was behind me. Next I felt the slender hardness of a finger run the length of my slit. I was very wet and slippery. The feel of his touch as he ran his fingertip all around my slick folds was electrifying. After several minutes Chad's hand stopped and I felt and heard him move away for a moment.

There was a brief rustling and suddenly two large hands grasped my hips. I felt something very big and very hard bump against my vulva. I had not seen Chad at all since I started sucking Ben's cock, and the experience of having this seemingly anonymous stranger mounting me from behind while I serviced my husband was exhilarating. 

The tip of his cock slipped between my lips to find my vulnerable opening. I groaned with my mouth full of my husband's penis as Chad's fat cock slowly spread my cunt wide and filled me with solid flesh. He penetrated me in a single, slow thrust until his hips pressed against my ass and the tip of his cock nudged my cervix. 

Oh, God did he feel good. Kneeling before my husband and sucking his cock as he watched Chad fuck me was the nastiest, sluttiest and most erotic thing I had ever done. Chad started to work his cock in and out of me with a steady rhythm. Almost immediately I felt an orgasm building.

I had to stop sucking Ben as my first orgasm slammed into me. It was so intense that I simply knelt panting, loosely grasping Ben while I felt ripples of pleasure radiate from my pussy.

When it eased, I resumed sucking Ben with vigor. The sight of Chad pounding into me from behind doubtless was spurring him on. I started to take him deep into my throat, timing my actions with each deep thrust from Chad into my pussy. It was just as I had imagined in my dream, servicing these two men with my body like a willing slut. 

I felt Ben tensing up in his thighs and butt and I knew he was going to come. I was almost desperate to taste him. I sucked him deep over and over until he tipped over the edge. My fingers were wrapped around his shaft and I could feel the passage of each pulse of semen through my grip moments before it spewed onto my tongue.

When Ben stopped coming, I slipped his cock out of my mouth. Despite being careful I felt semen running down my chin. I looked him in the eyes while noting that he had given me the biggest load I could ever remember. Ben must have been intensely aroused by our three way fuck to shoot so much cum. I swallowed his huge thick load while he watched. Then I pulled him to me and kissed him so that he could taste it too. 

Chad had pulled out of me for a moment as I had risen to kiss Ben. When we finished, I turned back to him and gently pushed him back, urging him to lie down on the floor. Chad's cock was large and stiff, and it gleamed with my wetness.

As my husband watched from the sofa behind me, I knelt over my lover and grasped his thickness in my hand. I slid my hand up and down him twice, loving the smooth and slick feel of his cock coated with my juices. Then I placed the tip of him at the mouth of my vagina.

I lowered myself onto him and groaned with pleasure when I bottomed out. I was primed to come and he felt delicious as he filled my needy pussy. I started to rock my hips, fucking myself on his body. I came over and over, crying out with my release each time.

I have no idea how long we fucked, but finally it was enough. I stopped, satisfied and wet with perspiration. "I want you to come now." I whispered to Chad. 

I lay back on the carpet and spread my legs, inviting Chad to mount me. In the moment before he did, I noted the state of my body. My wetness was smeared all over my pussy and thighs. My pussy lips were engorged and hanging full and loose from my body. I was the picture of wanton lust.

Then Chad was between my thighs and his hardness was buried inside me once more. As he rocked against me I could feel my slickness between us, allowing his skin to slide easily against mine. He began to thrust harder and faster and I could hear his breathing quickening. 

I looked around and found Ben sitting on the couch. Our eyes met as I felt Chad's cock swelling inside me. 'My husband is going to watch me being inseminated.' I remember thinking. I felt a flash of fear at the same time I became excited. I wanted a baby, but I was afraid to be doing this before Ben.

Chad gave a shuddering groan and pressed himself as deeply as he could. I felt his cock throbbing strongly inside me, jetting pulse after pulse of his fertile seed against my cervix. As Chad came, Ben gave me a small smile and I smiled back at him. As I lay on the floor and let Chad impregnate me, the feeling of his thick cum filling my pussy felt incredible to me.

After he came, Chad lay with me for a while until his cock had fully deflated and dribbled the last few drops of his seed into me. Then he pulled his soft cock out and sat on a nearby chair. I rose up and went to my husband. Ben was leaning back on the sofa. 

I knelt over him and he pulled me close. We kissed tenderly for a long time while we cuddled on the couch. At some point during this, Chad left the room to give us some private time together. 

After a quarter hour or so, I suddenly felt a renewed flood of wetness in my pussy and I realized semen was starting to drip from my vagina. I started in Ben's arms and he asked me what was wrong.

"I just need to go to the bathroom." I told him. 

Ben surmised what I was talking about and I caught him looking down at my pussy. I had apparently opened the floodgates when I moved and cum was flowing from my hole and dripping onto Ben's cock and balls. This was when I noticed that Ben was hard again.

Ben pulled me down onto his lap and his cock slipped into my pussy. I was so wet and loose I only slightly felt him enter me. He started to guide me up and down on him, fucking me steadily.

"Oh, you are so wet baby." He murmured into my ear. 

"I know." I told him. "Fill me up, fill me with your cum." I urged him.

Ben fucked me for several minutes before he suddenly started to come. He simply held my body tightly in his arms while his cock throbbed inside my vagina. When he finished we were both completely spent.

My pussy was really coated in semen by then, with my trimmed bush matted with cum and starting to stick to me in places. More cum leaked from me and dribbled down my leg as I picked up all of our clothes and headed into our bedroom. I turned on the shower and threw the clothes in the hamper.

Ben joined me in the hot stinging spray and we soaped each other up. 

"Are you OK?" I asked him seriously. I studied his face for any sign of jealousy.

"Never better. I love you." He told me. 

I gave him a sweet and tender kiss and we started to rinse. 

Once out of the shower we finished our preparations and climbed into bed. Ben seemed to fall asleep quickly but I lay awake thinking for a while. I would have expected to feel embarrassed and conflicted, but I hadn't. The confidence and love of the two men had simply erased my doubts and allowed me to revel in the eroticism of our lovemaking. 

Just before I fell asleep my thoughts turned to the millions of sperm now in my womb. Would I conceive another child?

The next morning I busied myself getting David dressed and everyone fed. After breakfast we all headed downtown. Ben and I have a family membership to most of the best museums in Chicago and we all felt that a visit to the Shedd Aquarium would be a good way to spend the day.

David loves to watch the fish and can be entertained for hours running from tank to tank to watch the colorful creatures. When his attention finally waned we took him to the big tanks for the dolphin show. 

Afterward Ben took David to the bathroom leaving Chad and I to stare at the huge Beluga Whales. For a few moments the area was empty of people.

"Is everything....?" Chad started. I grabbed his hand, silencing his question.

"It's fine." I assured him. He stared at me for a few more moments and I knew what he was thinking. "I was thinking we would do it again tonight, one more time." I told him.

We ate a late lunch together downtown and then David got his nap in the car as we drove back home. Once home, Ben and Chad took David out to the park while I went shopping for groceries to make dinner. Once they came home we all watched a movie together in the living room. 

Finally it was evening and I asked the men to all help me prepare dinner. I pan fried a blackened Halibut to have with some fried potatoes. Ben whipped up a remoulade for the fish while Chad and David put together a salad. We all had another lovely dinner together. 

"Say goodbye to Mr. Chad." I told David when it was his bedtime. "He will have to go for his plane before you even get up in the morning." I told him. 

"Bye bye." He said seriously before I took him to go to sleep.

That evening the three of us sat together and watched a movie. I tried to pay attention to the plot but I found myself thinking about the men I was with. I was enflamed with horniness and I knew that this was definitely the weekend of my ovulation. I wanted to be fucked. I re-crossed my legs and noted the dampness in my pussy.

The movie finally ended and I wrapped my arms around my two men. "Take me to bed you two." I told them. Ben chuckled and they both stood up. Together we walked into our bedroom.

Once there I embraced Ben and started kissing him passionately. My hormones were still running rampant and I was burning with desire despite the intense fucking I'd gotten the previous evening. I started pulling Ben's clothes off. As I did, Chad grasped me from behind and started to undress me as well.

Once we were naked, I looked to Ben to see what he would do next. "Would you sixty-nine me?" Ben asked. This was not what I expected, but I readily agreed anyway.

Ben walked over and lay back on our king bed. His cock jutted up proudly from his groin and I licked my lips as I walked over to him. I crawled atop his prone form and licked the purple head. As I opened wide to take him in I settled my hips lower until my pussy contacted his lips.

My pussy was already engorged with my arousal and I was soon in heaven from Ben's tongue running up and down my slit. I started to hum with pleasure as I sucked his cock, knowing how much he loves the buzzing vibrations. As we nuzzled each other I felt the bed shift slightly with the weight of Chad joining us.

Chad grasped my hips with both hands and gently urged me to raise up a bit from Ben. He then slipped forward and I felt the head of his cock burrowing between my puffy lips. Ben must have grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head because he was able to get his tongue back in contact with the hood of my clit.

As my husband ran his tongue over my throbbing nub, my lover pressed against me to impale me on his thick cock. I groaned with pleasure around Ben's cock as Chad slid steadily into my wet hole once again. I felt so full and so aroused I knew I would be coming in just moments.

The two worked on me steadily until they brought me to a shattering climax. After my first, I took stock briefly. I realized that Ben was lying right at my pussy, watching Chad's hard cock spreading me wide and sliding into me over and over from mere inches away. The only thing preventing Ben from coming in my mouth was probably my own distraction. I was being fucked so well that I was giving him a lousy blowjob.

I soon stopped thinking about all this and just let myself go with the pleasure of the act. Chad demonstrated his usual staying power as he fucked me through an incredibly long series of intense orgasms. Finally I begged him to come. "Come inside me Chad! Fill me with your cum! Fill me up!" I begged him.

Chad started pulling me back against him roughly, jabbing his cock into me as hard as possible. He moaned and then grunted that he was coming. Then he froze with his cock buried inside me. I felt the familiar sensation of him pulsing his thick seed into me. Once again I received his load with elation, hoping that he was giving me another baby.

Chad finished inseminating me and abruptly pulled his cock out. I looked before me to find Ben's still hard cock waving before my face. I was suddenly possessed by a strong desire to taste his cum. I wanted to feel him ejaculate into my willing mouth. I resumed sucking Ben with fervor.

As I did, Ben pulled my hips back down until I was pressed against his lips once again. He resumed licking my pussy, this time with a gentle slowness that matched my mood after the rough fucking I had just received. Ben ran his tongue around my outer lips for a while before slowly working his way back towards my center. I felt myself responding, building slowly towards a new climax.

Finally I started to hum around Ben's cock once again as I was getting really close. Wetness flooded my pussy anew, and I was dimly aware that this was Chad's semen flowing back from my vagina. I thought Ben might be repulsed, but instead it seemed to turn him on. 

Ben suddenly grabbed my hair and pressed me to suck him urgently. Then he came in my mouth. His cock gave a strong jerk and my mouth was suddenly filled with semen. The familiar taste in turn set me off. I came with my mouth full of semen, almost whimpering with my release on Ben's lips.




Souvenir - Revenir Pt. 02



Once again we were all spent. We each quietly completed our toilet for the night and Chad started to gather his clothes to go to the guest bedroom. I stopped him at the door. "Sleep with us, Chad." I suggested. With a man on either side of me, I cuddled up against Ben and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up when I heard the faint sound of Chad's cell phone alarm beep once. It was time for him to get up for his flight. Ben slept next to me. I felt Chad stir as he prepared to climb from our bed. 

I reached over and stopped him before he could get up. He looked at me for a moment before understanding what I wanted. He rolled between my opened thighs. "For luck." I whispered to him as I felt his cock enter my sore pussy. 

Chad fucked me with a slow, gentle rhythm that morning. I lay back and just enjoyed this feeling as I thought and hoped for the baby to come. After a while I felt him tense up and then he was spilling his seed into me. For the last time I was being inseminated by my lover, and I wanted to remember the feeling.

Chad kissed me and then climbed from the bed. I gave him five minutes to gather his things and then I pulled on a robe and met him at the door. "So I guess this is goodbye." He told me.

"I guess so. But I'll let you know either way." I told him. As for me, I think I already knew. I was just hoping it would be a girl.

Chad left me then to go to his cab. We see him from time to time and he loves to see pictures of our two children. Ben and I are even closer and more open after our wild sexual adventure, though I doubt we will ever repeat it.



Souvenir - Revenir Pt. 01



Author's note: First, this is a story that belongs in 'Loving Wives' because it is about a woman having sex with a man other than her husband and getting pregnant. If this kind of story isn't for you, don't read it and then post angry comments.

The verb 'venir' means 'to come' in French. Both 'revenir' which means 'to return' and 'souvenir' which means 'to remind' are evolved from the same latin origins. In English we use the French verb souvenir as a noun, an item of remembrance that we keep to remind us of a special time or place.

I first wrote this story as 'It's complicated', a story that generated some strong reader reaction. I don't want to delete that story because I like it, but I do want to use it in new ways. I So I have decided to return (je reviens) to my earlier story and create something new from it. Then I will write a second part.

This is basically a re-write of the earlier story, so much of the text is unchanged. Some very key points are different, but if you read 'It's Complicated' this may be too much of a repeat.

All depictions of sex in this story are between people at least eighteen years old.

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Souvenir Chad was the boy who took my virginity and ruined my senior year of high school. For a long time after he left I had nothing of him but my own sad memories. I met Chad once again after many years and found him to be a much older, wiser and sadder man. This time he gave me a souvenir to remember him by.

Chad arrived as a new student in my suburban high school in the spring of my junior year. The Vice Principal delivered him to my Algebra II class about fifteen minutes into the period and as most of the two-person desks were full the teacher had him sit next to me. I glowed with pleasure for a moment while enjoying the looks from the other kids, especially a few of the other girls. The new boy was very cute; he had a very muscular build and beautiful blond hair. As he took his seat, he smiled with perfect white teeth, and his blue eyes seemed to sparkle at me. We talked a little bit during class before threats from the teacher finally forced our silence.

At lunchtime I was sitting in the cafeteria with some friends when I spotted Chad emerge from the kitchen with his tray in his hands and worry on his face. He was looking around the room for a safe place to sit when I waved my hand and got his attention. He slid into a seat across from me with a look of relief and I started to introduce him to my friends. That was the beginning of our friendship.

Chad did indeed have an athletic build which matched his many athletic pursuits. Better yet, he was no dumb jock. He was smart and funny and while he started hanging out with my group of friends a lot, it was he and I that were the closest. Within a week I had a huge crush on him.

Sometime that late spring the student council hung signs all over the school advertising the junior prom. I spotted Chad reading one of the signs as I ducked past him into Algebra II. 

"Thinking about going to the dance?" I asked him as he slid into his seat.

"Sure. You?"

"Nobody asked me yet." I informed him. They had just hung the signs that morning after all.

"So go with me." Chad said casually, as if he had just commented on the weather.

My breath momentarily caught in my throat. Despite my intensifying crush on Chad, he had not shown me any signs that he thought of me as more than a friend. I quickly accepted his invitation. 

We went to the dance with a large group. I spent the evening hanging out with the whole gang and dancing. During short breaks I would regroup with my closest friend Chelsea in the bathroom to obsess about Chad. In the weeks leading up I'd let my crush get away with me and I convinced myself that Chad had asked me to the dance because he was falling in love. As the dance went on I started to despair that he wasn't going to make a move. All of this build up only made the moment more magical when it happened.

Near the end of the dance the DJ told everybody to grab 'that special someone' because he was playing the last slow song. I glanced around and I was thrilled to see Chad heading my way. He grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the floor. He held me close and looked into my eyes before he suddenly leaned in for a kiss. It was so exciting and so wonderful I thought I would melt. We continued to kiss and hug on the floor for the rest of the song. When it ended the DJ cranked up 'Mony Mony' and everybody started dancing. Laughing, we joined them.

After that we were a couple. The rest of the school year went by in a blink of an eye. We were both accepted to universities in Michigan and our future together through another year of high school and then on into college seemed possible. 

I remember that summer as a succession of warm evenings out with Chad, usually ending with us making out in his car in my parents driveway when he dropped me off. By July I knew I wanted to give him my virginity, and I went to my OB for a script to get the pill. Then I just had to wait three months to become safe before finding a perfect time for it to happen.

Chad's father was some kind of special 'Mr. Fix It' for his company, a huge industrial corporation. Chad had once explained to me that he had moved around his entire childhood as his dad was transferred from plant to plant, stepping in to make each losing plant profitable one at a time. The constant moving sucked, but Chad's parents also seemed to be really well off. In October Chad's dad had to travel to El Paso to visit some factory in crisis. Chad's mom was going with him and they were staying over the weekend. I saw my chance to consummate our love at Chad's house while they were gone. 

Chad asked me what I wanted to do during the weekend on Friday afternoon as we hung out after school. "I'd like you to invite me over to your house and cook me dinner." I told him. 

"You must have never tried my cooking before." Chad said. 

I leaned close to Chad's ear. "Well, after dinner I thought you might like to make love to me." Chad looked into my eyes for several moments in surprise before he started to nod his head. Then a smile crept into his face. 

"I'd like that a lot." He told me.

Chad was nowhere near as poor a cook as he had implied, and the dinner was actually quite good. After dinner he surprised me by suggesting that we watch a movie together. I've known enough teen boys to know that this was a remarkable show of patience. Most boys expecting sex after dinner would have torn my clothes off for dessert.

When the movie ended we started making out. Soon we were touching each other all over and removing each other's clothes. For being only eighteen and so inexperienced, Chad turned out to be a good lover. He brought me to an orgasm with his fingers before finally sliding between my legs to bring our virgin status to end. I felt his thick cock press against my opening. Then Chad stared deeply into my eyes as he slid it steadily into me. "Oh Chad" I whispered as I felt myself stretched to a delicious fullness.

On Wednesday the next week Chad drove me home from school. As we sat in my parent's driveway he delivered a bombshell. Chad's dad was transferring to El Paso to take charge of a factory in Juarez immediately. His mother had gone on the last trip to look for housing. Their current house was rented and the company was willing to pay the fees to break the lease. Chad was going to be gone within weeks, probably before Thanksgiving and certainly by Christmas.

I cried a lot. I fucked a lot too. Chad and I clung to each other and our new love, unwilling to let go. We made mad, passionate love whenever we could. We would have sex in his car at night on deserted roads, or in my room after school before my parents got home from work. I think we were trying to fit a life worth of loving into the weeks we had left.

All too soon the day arrived for Chad to leave. We promised to love each other forever and to stay true; all those things that naïve kids think can happen. We kissed one final time in his driveway. Then he got into the car with his mother and the drove off to the airport. I just stood there in front of his empty house for a long time after he left feeling sick to my stomach.

I moped for the next several months. Chad and I e-mailed frequently, and each new note made me feel dizzy with joy and crushed with despair at the same time. I think my parents were getting worried about me. My mother suggested that perhaps it would be best if I dated other boys at school, which I would not hear of. By February Chad's replies started coming less frequently. The week before Easter I got The Letter. 

Chad had broken his commitment to attend the university here in the Midwest. He was going to some college in Texas instead. His letter was both logical and devastating. We were going to be 1500 miles apart for as long as he could foresee. We had no chance to see each other. It would be best if we both moved on. 

I was despondent for the rest of the school year. I dropped a few activities, skipped the prom and mostly concentrated on my studies. It was not exactly the senior year I had been hoping for.

But life does move on, and so did I. 

I went to Michigan State that fall. I made a lot of new friends, dated a few men and got a little serious with a couple of them. By midwinter I was having fun, Chad firmly in the rearview mirror. I expected I'd never hear from him again.

In the fall of my second year I met Ben, a fourth year pre-law student. Ben was different from Chad in about a million ways. Equally brilliant, Ben was more bookish and not a star athlete. He was cute nonetheless, and I was a little flattered when he asked me out. Ben had light brown wavy hair with dark brown eyes that you could get completely lost in. He had a great wit and a funny streak that could turn biting at times.

The next fall I stayed at State while Ben started law school at U of M in Ann Arbor. The two schools are only about an hour apart so the distance was just an inconvenience. We kept on much the same for the next two years. This all sounds boring I suppose as I gloss through it, but the truth is that we were in love and very happy together. During the long days we were apart we were both busy with our studies and our friends, so life was very easy.

Ben took me out for a special dinner after I graduated and proposed. I remember I was so happy I burst into tears. Ben was confused momentarily, but when I grabbed him and told him 'yes' he figured it out. We planned to have the wedding in another year after Ben finished law school.

The summer Ben graduated he accepted a position as a junior lawyer at one of the biggest law firms in Chicago. We followed his graduation with a large wedding in July. I'd have been happy with a smaller affair really, but it was Ben's parents who insisted on such a large event and they were willing to pay for it. After the wedding we bid farewell to our families and moved to our new home in Chicago.

If you have ever read a John Grisham novel, you know what life is like for new lawyers at large firms. 80 hour weeks are typical and Ben's firm was no exception. I kept busy finding a job and then getting myself established at work. I tried some activities in the area, joining a bowling league that winter and then playing softball in the spring.

Still, I was lonely. Ben was frequently gone and my new friends and activities were only so fulfilling. In hindsight, I think this loneliness triggered a strong mothering desire in me. I started to crave a baby.

I brought it up with Ben a little before we had been in Chicago two years. I expected him to resist the idea and cite a million reasons not to start a family. He was working so hard, our families were so far away, he could have argued anything. Instead, I think he understood my need. Ben held me close and rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. "I think you'd make a wonderful mother." Was all he said before he gave me the most tender kiss. That day I threw my birth control pills in the trash.

They warn you not to get your hopes up for the first three months coming off the pill. Plus, Ben's work schedule often interfered with us having sex at the best times. So after three months I wasn't too worried. 

When I got my period after six months, I bit back tears. It takes a while for some people I told myself over and over. Plus, a lot of the times I was at my most fertile Ben would be off travelling for a deposition or simply too tired from a hard day. I rationalized that we had just missed a few key moments and that the next month would be the one. Still, I found myself wandering the aisle with the fertility and pregnancy books nearly every time I was at the library.

After eight months I visited my OB. There was nothing obviously wrong with me, and she was reluctant to start a bunch of invasive tests on someone as young as me. "Give it to a year first and we can check more. In the meantime, the easiest thing to check is your husband's sperm. Have him tested." She told me. I related this to Ben, and while he seemed strangely nervous as we talked, he did agree to get himself checked.

Ben made and kept an appointment with a urologist. On a Thursday afternoon Ben and I were to meet at the urologist's office for a consultation about the results. Ben was a little late for the appointment and once he arrived he again seemed uncharacteristically nervous. Finally, the urologist called us in. The news was not good at all. Ben's sperm count was zero. It seemed almost impossible and when I looked at Ben in confusion he would not meet my eyes.

"Ben told me at our first consultation that he suffered a mumps infection at the age of seventeen, with orchitis involving both testes." The urologist explained. "It's not common, but it would appear that the tissues involved in production of sperm of both testes are heavily scarred. Testosterone production has not been greatly diminished however, so there may be some surgical options"

The doctor went on to explain how most male infertility issues involve low sperm levels or poor motility. There are ways to concentrate sperm or give the poor swimmers a little help. But there are no ways to create sperm from nothing.

I drove home wiping tears from my eyes. 'How could you not have told me about this?" I demanded. "I've been tearing my hair out for the past six months."

Ben was desperately sorry. He explained how he had almost forgotten about his long ago illness until we failed to conceive. As the months passed one by one and I kept getting my period, Ben grew ever more certain that he was the problem. But by then he felt trapped by his own omission. He felt like I would blame him for not warning me of his potential infertility even before we were married.

We spent the next few months avoiding the topic. The most preferable solution would be to find a fix for Ben's nonexistent sperm, but after more visits to Ben's urologist this path continued to look bleak. I knew that sooner or later we would need to talk about adoption or using a sperm donor, but I decided to let Ben play out his investigation with the urologist first.

I had my own qualms with going for a sperm donor. For me at least, it was getting past the concept of being impregnated by a perfect stranger. The clinical approach to the procedure seemed sterile and cold. Still, once I had the baby its biological parentage would be of no importance, and to Ben it would be no different than if we had adopted a child in any case. For the time being I was content to leave this challenge until after an upcoming vacation to Hawaii. 

I guess some of the strain of our infertility problems had bubbled to the surface. After the office Christmas party, Ben was encouraged to take a vacation by one of the senior partners. As he explained it to me at home, they told him to 'Take that pretty wife of yours someplace warm for a week and see if you can make her smile.' And with that we planned a mid-winter trip to Hawaii.

The flight was brutally long, but after connecting through Honolulu we wound up on the island of Maui. We eschewed the huge resorts and booked ourselves into a small resort compound of individual condos that were situated off the beach. There was a nice small town in walking distance and a few large resorts down the road in case we wanted any amenities that they offered, but the idea of a small private place appealed to us.

We spent the first day relaxing on the beach. We swam a bit and mostly just lay about drinking funny drinks with umbrellas while recovering from jet lag. Ben had been so good to me during flight and I felt like we were destined to reconnect and draw closer during our time together in paradise. I was thinking about how wonderful he would be as a father and how deeply I loved him. 

The second day was when things turned interesting. I had taken birth control pills from the time I decided to first sleep with Chad until the time that Ben and I agreed to try and start a family. Since stopping the pill, I had gotten a lot more in touch with my cycles. My period had ended a few days before we left for the islands and I knew that I would be increasingly horny as I approached ovulation while on vacation. This was fine with me as I knew it would lead to some nice sexual episodes with Ben in our beachside bedroom.

I mention this because of my mood on day two. Once Ben and I reached the beach I couldn't help but notice this one guy standing on the sand staring out to sea. He was really good looking, and since I was feeling a little randy I looked him over in detail. I'd have felt guilty for ogling him, but I know how men check out pretty women pretty much constantly so one little peek was hardly a big deal.

The guy was pretty muscular, but not in a body builder kind of way. More like a swimmer. He had blond hair and when he turned to look back my way I saw that he had a very handsome face. I also suddenly realized that I knew him.

"Chad? Is that you?" I was actually in shock. The coincidence of running into my high school sweetheart here in Hawaii a decade later was hard to believe. The man turned again to look at me. A long moment passed.

"Susan?" he asked. Oh shit. It was really him. 

My heart was pounding in my chest. I was so flustered I was at a complete loss. For a long time we stared into each others faces before I suddenly remembered Ben. He was sitting beside me looking at me with a question on his face. "Uh, Ben. This is Chad. We went to high school together." I finished with a vague truth.

Ben knew who Chad was as soon as I related the name. When we were first serious as a couple we had told each other our rather short sexual histories. I'd told Ben about Chad and he understood that as my first love, Chad had been special. I think he also understood how our unexpected parting had forced me to feel a special fondness for Chad ever since. We never went through the slow decay and death of most relationships, so we lacked that closure one gets from a real breakup.

Ben and Chad exchanged pleasantries. I was fit to burst with a million questions. Fortunately, after the two men were introduced Ben sensed my desire to be alone with Chad. Ben is not a jealous type and he knew he could trust me. I'm sure he understood that two old friends would want to catch up and that our shared stories of high school would doubtless bore him. He stretched a bit. "God! Beautiful morning, huh? I think I'm going to do some snorkeling out on the reef." With that, Ben left us alone for almost two hours.

First we just marveled at the incredible coincidence of running in to each other in Maui of all places. 'You arrived yesterday and I'm leaving day after tomorrow." Chad said. It was amazing that our time at the resort condos overlapped. Then Chad and I quickly caught up on the past ten years. My story as I have related to you was pretty damn boring. Then Chad filled me in on his life story from the time of our parting.




Souvenir - Revenir Pt. 01



After The Letter, Chad spent one year at college in Texas. He did fine academically, but soon decided that college was not for him. As he explained it, he must have inherited his own father's wanderlust. After 9/11 Chad's urge to do something else found a purpose. Chad had left school and joined the Army with a goal of fighting terrorism.

Chad had not entered the Army blindly. He had the test scores to request some things and when he left boot camp he was well positioned. He attended both Ranger school and officer candidate school making Chad a Lieutenant in the elite Rangers in time to fight in Iraq. In the meanwhile, Chad had met Jeanine. They got married and had a daughter together before his deployment. Jeanine could not handle Chad's constant absence and while he was off fighting in the desert sand she found love elsewhere. They were divorced before he ever came home from the war. 

After two tours in that hot hellhole Chad had enough. He'd toiled for a pittance in Army money for years while watching civilian contractors doing safer and easier jobs than him for piles of cash. Chad was discharged and followed the revolving door back to war, this time getting paid for the misery as a private security guard for journalists in Afghanistan. "So you're a mercenary?" I asked him.

"We prefer to be called security specialists" he said. "But yeah, I was a mercenary. I'm not anymore." Chad studied the water and changed the subject. "I like the ocean. It's peaceful here." Chad had come to Hawaii to relax after his wars. He had amassed a lot of money and was living off it while taking some time to decide what to do next.

I could feel how he had been hurt by Jeanine and my heart ached for him. I wound up sharing Ben and my own troubles with fertility. Chad was sympathetic. "This week would be a good one for us to conceive." I told Chad. "I'm sure we will figure out what we want to do when we return home."

That night, Ben was in the mood for sex and I was really eager to join him. When I climbed into bed in the condo he started kissing me. Before long, he slid down my body to lick and kiss my inner thighs. I pulled my legs up as he began to roam his tongue around my outer lips. After a while, he turned his focus to my clitoris. When he started to probe my opening with a finger, I let my fantasy world start running.

For the past year, my 'go to' fantasy had been that a stranger was watching us as Ben licked my pussy. I'd imagine this shadowy figure sitting in a corner of the room watching us as Ben brought me slowly but steadily to orgasm. Inevitably, the shadow figure would watch me climax on Ben's face.

I followed the established pattern tonight and sighed once Ben's finger finally penetrated my vagina. That was when the pattern changed. As I felt Ben slip a finger inside me, I mentally glanced back at the shadow figure. He looked familiar. I looked harder into the dark corner of the room. It was Chad.

The Chad of my sexual fantasy that night was not the boy I had fucked in high school. This was the Chad of the present; full grown and a veteran of both war and the vagaries of life. He looked on motionless as Ben was stimulating me. I felt a huge wave of guilt to be thinking of Chad while I was having sex with Ben. Worse, I felt a massive surge of arousal. I came faster than I think I ever have before.

"I'm coming." I gasped as my vagina grasped Ben's fingers tightly. My release pounded through me. When I stopped coming I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard. I pulled Ben up between my legs.

His cock slipped into my wet pussy. In moments he was thrusting deeply into me. In the past, my fantasy of the strange watcher has only been while Ben had been licking me. Tonight, disturbingly, it went way past that. Now it was Chad, back to fuck me again as he had in high school. The shadow figure in the corner was gone. Now he was between my thighs sliding his hardness into me over and over. I shuddered through a series of small orgasms. 

I rolled Ben over to be on top. He slipped back inside, but in my head it was Chad that was filling my pussy. I rocked my hips forward and back endlessly, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone to come again and again. Finally Ben stiffened beneath me. He groaned with his release as he jabbed his hips upwards to ejaculate into me. Most shockingly, in my head it was Chad that was inseminating me. I almost called out his name as I welcomed his seed into my fertile womb.

I awoke in the morning feeling groggy and out of sorts as if I had not slept soundly. I felt a rush of guilt as I recalled my emotions of the previous night. I could understand that such an unexpected reunion with Chad would spark my fantasy of the previous night, but the raw emotion and arousal had been more intense than I wanted to admit to myself. I rationalized my feelings. It wasn't like I had done anything wrong. I'd just had a harmless fantasy, and a good one at that. I'd certainly come hard.  

After breakfast Ben and I walked the beach holding hands. It was a beautiful morning. We both buried our noses in books and spent our time together reaching and occasionally talking. At midday we walked into the nearby town to eat.

After lunch we headed back down to the shore. Chad came strolling up the beach from the direction opposite the major resorts. He sat next to Ben and began describing the area off that way in detail. Meanwhile I was laid back in my chair pretending to doze. In reality I was watching Chad.

Despite being fucked extremely well the previous night, I was still very horny. I figured I must be just about to ovulate, if not today than certainly tomorrow. As I sat there, my pussy was practically flowing wetness into the crotch of my bikini. My inner lips were engorged from my arousal and I shifted my legs uncomfortably. With a start I suddenly realized that Ben was speaking to me. I had been lost in my erotic thoughts and I had not heard a word that he had said.

"What was that honey?" I asked him.

"Chad offered to take us down the beach and explore the cove over there." He pointed vaguely. "He said there is a waterfall and a pool that makes for some interesting snorkeling. What do you think?"

I considered for a few moments. "Why don't you two boys run along. I want to do some shopping and I know how much you hate that. This gives you something to do while I shop."

Ben nodded in agreement. He hates shopping, especially for the kind of stuff he knew I'd want to look at. The two men collected some snorkeling gear and changed into reasonable shoes for climbing around in the rocks. When they left I walked back to our condo. I peeled off my bikini to change into a dress. Before dressing I needed to do something. Naked, I lay back on the bed and started to finger myself. 

My pussy was absolutely soaking wet. As I dipped in a finger, I spread my own wetness all around my lips. It felt so slick and delicious that a shudder passed down my spine. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. Once again, Chad was in the room watching me. He stared at my naked body with lust as my fingers slid around and around my swollen clitoris. I wanted him to come and take me. 

Chad advanced towards me holding his rigid cock before him. He got closer and closer to my waiting body. As he touched the head of his cock to my opening I came hard. "Uhhhhnnnn!" I moaned in release, feeling my own vaginal muscles gripping my fingers in a vice-like grasp. 

When my climax passed, I sat up and looked at the clock. Only a handful of minutes had passed since I had started masturbating . I was so horny that it had taken me no time to bring myself to completion. My guilt at fantasizing about Chad again surfaced again in my mind, more intensely than before. Again I tried to shake off my feelings, both my unwanted lust for Chad and the guilt that this lust created.

In my entire marriage I had never even been tempted by another man. But confronted with my runaway hormones I could not deny how badly I was lusting for Chad. Still rationalizing, I blamed both my cycle and my disappointment over our fertility problems with my temporary preoccupation. I stood up and used the bathroom before pulling on a dress and some panties. Then I slipped on a pair of sandals and I was ready to go.

I had a lot of fun shopping in town. I bought some cute dresses and some seashell jewelry. Eventually my feet were starting to hurt and I realized it was getting late. I figured Ben would have worked up quite an appetite wandering the rocks so I had better get back to have dinner with him.

When I got back to our condo, there was no sign of Ben. It seemed like an awfully long time to be off hiking. I started to think of the shear cliffs and rugged looking jungle areas of the island and I felt a little worry. I started to concoct terrible scenarios of him slipping at the head of a waterfall and falling to his death. In my terrifying daydream I pictured Ben slipping and Chad reaching for him wildly. Their fingers just missed each other and then Chad was watching in horror as Ben fell down and down. I walked to the beach to look for them. 

I looked off in the direction that Chad and Ben had gone. To my relief, two small figures were approaching from far off. I waited for Ben and Chad and felt the warm breeze off the water blowing in my hair. I watched the sun heading down to meet the ocean as the sky shaded into intense oranges and pinks. When they got closer Ben smiled and waved. I waved back at him. 

"How was it?" I asked when they got within earshot.

"Awesome!" exclaimed Ben. He and Chad shared a look. They were grinning at each other, but not in the cocky way of two boys that had shared a joke. This was a deeper look of understanding and agreement. Or maybe I was imagining things. In any case, clearly they'd had a lot of fun scrambling around the rocks and snorkeling together. Ben grabbed my hand. He waved goodbye to Chad and together we walked back to our condo.

When we were alone Ben provided a little more detail. "That was a lot of fun, but your old friend nearly walked me into the ground out there. Did you know he was some kind of Special Forces guy?" Ben didn't wait for a response, but just prattled on about his afternoon. He told me that he'd taken a lot of great pictures on our camera and showed me a few on the LCD. "Unlike Chad, I didn't spend the last two years hiking the mountains of Afghanistan. I'm totally whipped." He explained. "I think I want to have dinner and then go to bed early." 

I made a little moue, unintentionally showing my disappointment. I wasn't overly tired myself and I'd hoped to have Ben out a bit late for drinks after dinner. After that I was hoping we'd have some tipsy sex. Ben could read my disappointment. He kissed my forehead and said "I'm sorry honey. I'll take you out late tomorrow." 

We had a delicious dinner together at a seafood restaurant in the town. I could see over dinner that Ben was practically falling asleep. I think the jetlag was teaming up with the exertion to wipe him out. I felt a little guilty for making him feel bad about not taking me out. Despite his tiredness, Ben made pleasant conversation with me about our trip. 

Abruptly, he uncharacteristically changed the topic to our challenges with fertility. Ben had not voluntarily discussed the issue since our meeting with his urologist. Ben talked about our various options. "I suppose we will have to use a donor." Ben concluded at last.

"Are you going to be comfortable with that?" I asked him.

"I've thought about it a lot and I've come to accept the idea. I'm OK, really." He continued.

I was relieved to hear Ben coming to the same conclusion as I had. I was still a little uncomfortable with some things but I knew that in the end it would all work out. 

We walked back to our condo holding hands. I was content.

We reached the path leading up to our condo. I knew Ben wanted to get to sleep so I was surprised when he stopped in the middle of the path. "If you are still wanting to go out tonight, why don't you stop by and see if Chad is around?" Ben remarked. "He's leaving tomorrow, so today is your last chance to visit with him."

"You want me to see Chad?" I asked him, trying to keep from sounding as surprised as I felt.

"I'm going to bed. You two didn't get a lot of time together." Ben paused and chose his next words very carefully. "I'd like you to go and see him. I think he could help us." 

I was stunned, and I stood there for several seconds with my mouth hanging open. Was Ben saying what I though he was saying? I looked at his face in the light of the moon. I tried to come up with innocent explanations for his words and I could not think of any.

Ben grasped both of my hands. "Goodnight. I'll probably be asleep when you get home." He told me.

I found myself walking back across the resort compound towards Chad's condo lost in my thoughts. I should have stopped Ben and talked this through with him. I think in almost any other circumstances I would never even have considered Ben's indecent proposal. My long dormant feelings for Chad had been reawakened by seeing him so unexpectedly. I'd been trying to suppress my lust for Chad over the past two days, and now Ben was egging me on. And I was ovulating. I wanted to be impregnated and I knew where to get it. Was this why Ben had suddenly broached the topic of a sperm donor at dinner? I think it was.

I reached the end of the path leading up to Chad's condo where I stopped. A light was burning in a back room softly. I licked my lips nervously. Doubts flooded my mind. Was there any way I had misunderstood Ben? I almost managed to convince myself that I had made his words up. But I knew him. Ben was a lawyer and he never made statements that were ambiguous unless he meant to.

And what about me? How would I deal with the guilt? I was a woman desperate for a baby and in lust with her old boyfriend, but I was also a woman in love with her husband. Sure, I was entertaining a fantasy of sex with my old flame, but was this what I really desired? How would it look in the cold light of the morning?

Hellishly, my arousal was burning anew, trying to push my decision. Chad was my long lost love and my feelings for him had never died. This whole coincidental meeting then, could it not be fate? Could this horrible wrong not be in fact right? 

I continued up to the door. 

I'll never, ever tell Ben this, but at that moment I wanted Chad to take me completely and utterly. I wanted him to make me his woman for at least a little while. I wanted him to fill my body and I wanted to call his name in the dark as he gave me a baby. I rapped my knuckles against the wood. 

The door opened and Chad stared at me in the near darkness. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts in the warm Hawaiian night. The silence hung in the air but a lot passed between us unsaid. "I'm sorry." He finally said. "I'm sorry for everything."

I pressed my finger to his lips. "Don't speak." I whispered. I didn't want to hear Chad lie and tell me that he was just doing a favor for Ben and I. I think I knew why Chad was willing to participate, and so I was content to enjoy his passion for the little while we had. 

Confirming this, Chad pulled me into his strong arms and kissed me as he hadn't kissed me since that terrible November day in his driveway years before. He held me for a long time while my passion burned hotter and hotter. Finally he pulled back to look at me. Moonlight streamed in the window. "Are you sure?" he whispered.

In answer, I tugged the shoulder straps of my dress and felt the small knots come apart. The dress fell to the floor with a quiet rustle. I had no bra restraining my pert B-sized breasts and they gleamed milky white in the pale light of the moon. My nipples were hard like pebbles. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of my panties and tugged them past my hips. They fell to join the dress at my feet. I slowly slid my hands back up my thighs over the gentle swell of my feminine hips to rest on my narrow waist. Chad's eyes moved lower until they found the dark triangle of trimmed hair that pointed like an arrowhead at my waiting cleft. 

Naked, I moved into Chad's embrace. I was so inflamed that I could feel my wetness starting to run down the inside of my thigh. I ran my fingers lightly over his muscular chest, feeling his strength. Finally, Chad gathered me up and carried me to his bed in the back room.

He lay me down and then took just a moment to drop his shorts and step from them. He stood between my legs and I felt his hardness touch against my opening. His strong hands gripped my hips, prepared to pull my body against his. We had progressed from that first kiss to lying naked and ready on the bed very quickly. But what we were about to do was no small thing. Despite Ben's blessing, the enormity of my infidelity lay suddenly before us. Chad paused on the brink of impaling me with his cock as we both took stock. We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. I slowly closed mine, waiting for him to take me. My passivity invited him to do what he would.

Then I felt his thick shaft suddenly spread my pussy wide open. I was so wet and aroused that I offered him no resistance. He slid all the way in, stretching me full. "Oh Chad!" I whispered once more, just as I had when he had first entered my virgin body so long ago.

Chad pumped into me with very long strokes. Each time he would slide back until the head of his cock just slipped from my vagina. Then he would slide it back in, spreading me open for his penetration each time. At the end he would hold me briefly, letting me feel his size as he pressed his balls against my ass and his cock probed against my cervix. I felt wonderfully full at the end of each stroke. When he withdrew, I felt so empty inside that I longed to feel him filling me again. Each time he penetrated me anew I gasped with the sheer pleasure of it.

In a short while, my gasps turned to groans. Chad fucked me without pause then, and I soon came hard on his cock. "Unnnnh! I'm coming. I'm coming." I moaned. I felt a spasm deep in my pelvis as I gripped Chad with my body. After I climaxed, he lay back on the bed beside me. I crawled on top of him and grasped his thick cock. It was warm and perfectly solid in my hand. I felt my own wetness smeared all over him and I could see a drop of pre-cum formed at the glans. I pointed it straight up as I positioned my pussy over him. Then I lowered myself down his entire length until I rested atop his hips.

I rocked my hips forward and back, feeling Chad's cock as I rode it deep inside my pussy. The tip of him rocked forward and back inside me, stretching me and pummeling my cervix. My clit and lips were rubbing directly on Chad's hard pubic bone and the friction was exquisite. I came repeatedly on top of his body, smiling down at his face after each climax. 

He looked beautiful before me, lit by the dim light of the lamp on a table. I saw him watching me as I fucked myself deeply on his cock and moaned with my passion. After untold orgasms I was tiring. I raised myself up and off of him and lay down by his side. "I want you to come." I whispered to him as he positioned himself between my legs. Chad entered me once more in the missionary position, this time to finish the job that Ben had given him.

I hugged him close as I lay back. My legs were splayed wide, my unprotected pussy open and inviting him to fuck me deeply and fill me with his load. I rubbed my bare feet against the back of his legs as his hips bucked against my mound and his hard cock slid in and out of me. He was breathing hard now and I knew he was getting close. "I want your cum Chad. Fill me up. Fill me with your cum." I told him.

Chad made a sudden choking noise as he reached the point of no return. He pressed his hips hard into my mound and drove his cock as deeply into me as he could, preparing to inseminate me with his potent seed. Time seemed to stretch out then, and an eternity passed before I suddenly felt a powerful throb deep inside me. Chad's first pulse of semen splashed against my cervix and I gasped with pleasure. He groaned with his own release, and his cock spasmed over and over, pumping jet after jet of thick cum deep into me. I pictured him filling me deep inside, impregnating my waiting womb with hundreds of millions of sperm. Feeling him come inside me and knowing he was impregnating me was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.




Souvenir - Revenir Pt. 01



His cock gave a last few erratic twitches deep in me and finally he was spent. He pulled his wet, softening member out of my body lay down next to me. His cock trailed a thin line of cum on my mound as he pulled out. We held each other for a long time. I could feel the sweat on my skin, cooling me after our mutual exertion. I could smell the slight tang of my own arousal and the faint scent of his semen. Inside my pelvis, millions of sperm were flooding my uterus. At the same time, one ovary was releasing my egg to meet them.

I had no sense of time. I held him for as long as I could, but ultimately I knew I had to leave. "I have to go now." I told him softly.

"I know." He replied in the dark. "I hope I could give you what you wanted."

"I hope so too." I thought for a minute. "I'll always love you."

I dressed quietly in the dark Chad watched me with sad eyes as I let myself out. As I walked across the moonlit sand to reach our condo I felt Chad's semen flowing from my body and flooding my panties. He had inseminated me with a massive load and as I walked it started to run down my thigh. Normally I'd simply wipe myself up as soon as possible and think nothing of it, but tonight I thought of what my ruined panties represented and I was both scared and excited.

It was too late for recriminations now. I had made my choice and now I would live with it for good or evil. If I had misunderstood Ben...well, I simply had best not think of that. The risk we were taking with our love was enormous. I pushed the guilt from my mind with an effort and let myself in the doorway. I slipped off my dress and then peeled off the sticky panties. I made as little noise as possible while cleaning myself up and performing my bedtime preparations. I hoped Ben was asleep as I pulled on a loose shirt and slipped into bed next to him.

Of course, Ben had lain awake. He was probably wondering if I had understood him. It had to be like some kind of torture to have been alone, thinking of me off fucking Chad in the other condo. Even though his exhaustion from the day was genuine, there was no way he could sleep at that time. Now was the major test. Would he be mad with jealousy? Would he suddenly be vicious and mean in the dark, blaming me for what he had asked me to do?

Ben rolled over and wrapped his arm around my waist. He stirred a bit and I saw him peek at the clock. "I love you." He whispered. 

"I love you too." I replied. "Are you OK?" I asked with grave worry.

"I'm fine." He told me.

Ben was very aroused. He pushed me down gently and rolled on top of me between my legs. Ben's hardness felt good as he started to rub his body between my legs, thrusting his cock deeper into me. 

"God! Are you ever wet!" Ben exclaimed, feeling the sloppy wetness of my just-fucked pussy. A shadow of doubt crossed my mind. He must have known I was wet from more than just my arousal, but evidence of my coupling with Chad seemed to only inflame his passion.

"I'm ovulating today." I whispered to him, preserving the illusion. "I want to feel you come." I urged him. Then I closed my eyes and just let Ben fuck my body. I was still aroused despite my earlier climaxes, and it felt good to have Ben loving me. After a long while he stiffened and started to come. I rubbed my hands up and down his torso as I felt his cock throb and pump his load into my vagina. When he finished we held each other in the dark until we both fell asleep.

A couple weeks after we got home from Hawaii I pulled out my personal calendar and checked the dates to be sure. I was three days overdue for my period even if I was running my longest typical cycle. I stopped by the drug store on the way home from work and bought a double pregnancy test. My hands were shaking as I peed on the first stick. In only 40 seconds a double line appeared. The second tester gave the same positive result.

Ben knew something was up when he came home that evening. He asked me what was going on almost right away. It almost came out of me like a confession. "I think I'm pregnant." I told him. 

Ben was overjoyed by the news and cared for me with tender attentiveness throughout our pregnancy. He held my hand through the delivery and when the doctor presented him with his son he could not have been more proud. 

Little David is approaching two now. He is tow headed and has bright blue eyes. I suppose that as he grows older he may continue to have features that Ben and I will recognize as Chad's, but he is our son nevertheless. Ben has never remarked on what happened in Hawaii. I don't dwell on it either, but sometimes when I'm feeling vulnerable I do feel moments of disquiet. I was right in my understanding of what Ben wanted, wasn't I? I'm almost certain I was.