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Second Chance For A First Time...

By: Sarah27



Michael wasn't surprised to find the block packed full of cars when he turned up Warren Avenue. The sun had begun to fade behind copper and yellow leaves of maple and cottonwood trees, and he could spy shadows in the living room window as lamp lights began to come on up and down the block like Christmas lights.

Pulling the jeep up to the curb , he got out and slammed the door following the sounds of soft country music , up a set of cement stairs were mustard seed and ivy spilled over from rock beds. Laughter died to a faint murmur as he approached the front door, waiting a moment before he knocked, contemplating turning around, getting in his Jeep and driving away. As he closed his eyes and thought of the people on the other side , a few he would know well and most he hardly new at all , he realized one of those people cared about him with all of his heart and even though Michael despised what was about to conspire he had to do it for that one person. Finally turning his key in the lock he made quite a show of the simple affair of entering his house, a light flickered on in the living room and at least twenty people yelled surprise, Michael smiled back and played along as a tall broad shouldered man with soft brown hair and eyes to match, came to him and kissed him across the mouth.

"Are you surprised?"

Michael laughed.

"Of course I had absolutely no idea."

"You're horrible you know that."

"I know thank you though."

Michael kissed him back and squeezed past a few people and more than enough congratulations.

"So how does it feel mister big lawyer man?"

Michael nearly jumped out of his skin as he crossed through the kitchen and into the hall that led to his bedroom , belt in one hand he was halfway out of his slacks as he pushed the door open. Terry smiled at him from her seat on the bed.

"Sorry cell was dead Richard said I could use the land line it was more quite in here ..."

Michael shut the door behind him.

"That's fine you just scared the crap out of me ...."

Terry chuckled.

"So a night away from the boys....glad to know I'm good for something?"

Michael smiled and chucked his shirt into a nearby hamper he turned to Terry, she crossed her legs and leaned back on the bed.

"Well go ahead I'm enjoying the show..."

He tossed his belt at her and came over to the bed he sat down and flopped back onto the mattress she touched his forehead in a motherly way.

"You hate all of this don't you....?"

Michael sighed.

"It's just Richard's way...."

"But tonight was not about Richard..."

He looked at her and squeezed her hand.

"I know, but he loves me I know were its coming from."

"You did work hard for this , getting yourself back in and through law school and know the bar , I'm happy for you ... I still miss you on the job but I'm happy if your happy."

"Thanks for the sentiment....want to sneak off and grab a drink somewhere; we can tell Jeff and Richard we were off having a hot dirty affair."

Terry laughed out loud, Michael noticed she was wearing a dress which was a rare occasion with her, it ended at her knee and was cut at the top to show of her gorgeous long neck, the navy color accented her soft brownish blonde hair, her face was freshly scrubbed and makeup less as it always was. They had met on the police force and there had been a time when they had know each other well , some circumstances a couple years back had forced him to resign his position. Michael had opted to finish law school and take the bar an ambition he had put on hold.

"It's a nice thought ... but there's something far more interesting waiting on the back deck for you, so get changed I'll meet u outside."

She flashed him a mischievous grin and left the room , he followed her , shortly after getting into a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt , no shoes no socks the weather was still pleasant enough.

"Hey I was wondering were you wandered off to ...."

Richard met up with him in the kitchen with a glass of wine and a kiss.

"Had enough of being crammed in that suite all day ...."

He kissed him back lightly on the mouth taking a sip off the wine , white and a sweet white at that , he set it back on the counter as Richard led him outside a few more faces he had met only in passing , Richard kept a black book for dinner parties the way people kept black books for lovers. The smell of frying sausages assaulted his senses as he stepped onto the back deck.

"You know me wanted to call the best caters in town, but a friend of yours insisted you would like this better I have to agree he's pretty damn good...."

Michael let go of Richards hand and looked up, behind a thin line of smoke he saw a face that left him cold, a face he had sworn he would keep in contact with, but over the last few years had failed to do so, they had seen each other maybe twice a year talked on the phone maybe four times customary holidays and brief hello's and a lunch or to when he had come to check on a rental property or the weeks Michael had spent at the ocean. It was a failure on both there parts and as Chris's gray green eyes locked with his he new why , that same old feeling he couldn't quite shake, but he was to far past into something else to begin to question it so they did a quite dance around each other the last couple of years both trying to keep the lid on it so to speak, this time had been the longest time almost ten months and only two phone calls.

"Hi Michael ..."

He smiled.

"Didn't know you were back in town ..."

"Sort of a last minute thing , hope you don't mind was in the area stopped by to see if you were home ... "

Chris waved the spatula around.

"One thing led to another...."

"No its fine it looks great, I've been meaning to call you."

A few more tense smiles he felt Richards arm around his waist his soft breath against his neck; Chris's eyes slip across them both.

"I think I'm going to go grab Jackie and pick up another bottle of merlot...."

"Sure ..."

Richard politely asked if anyone wanted anything and then left the balcony , the clouds had shifted over a and the light had begun to fade slowly leaving a chill in the air , the few people on the deck headed inside , Terry smiled and taped his shoulder, she whispered in his ear.

"I'll leave you two alone..."

He gave her a jab to the rib she smiled and snuck away, the deck was so quite they could here the floor board's creek and every bird bug and dog barking three miles off.

"Got some great coronas back here private stash...."

Michael smiled Chris was not a wine drinker by a long shot he popped the top on two closed the lid on the meat and sank down to a lounge chair; Michael sat across from him and took a long pull off the neck.

"Thanks ..."

"For?"

Michael laughed.

"Everything, you always now when to save me ...."

Chris chuckled.

"Was wondering what you had turned into with your new law degree...."

"I just passed the bar, this is Richards idea of fun, sitting around with a bunch of people who like to talk about art openings and grapes and other high society things, Richard had those connections in L.A always invited to some of the best parties it was very fascinating when I was twenty three it lost its charm rather quickly."

"Yet somehow here you are?"

"Yes and here you are ....?"

Chris raised the bottle and took a long swallow off the neck.

"My last renters gone, decided not to look for a new one ..."

Michael chocked on the liquid in his mouth but managed to swallow it before he looked like a complete fool.

"What about the shop..."

Chris shrugged.

"That's gone to, old man finally passed away; some family dispute I just handed the keys over wasn't worth the fight..."

"What about all the work you put into it."

"It's not my way you of all people now me best Michael god has a reason and intention for everything no matter how large or trivial it may be."

"Giving up your only source of income ...."

Chris chuckled.

"Well, there's other reason's not just the fact of having the choice between the cab of my truck and the only property I own...."

A soft knock on the frame of the door interrupted them and they both looked up to a see a man a foot shorter than Chris short muscular build , somewhere within there age bracket , soft dark blonde hair , brown eyes on a square handsome face.

"Hey you found me ..."

Chris smiled that slow curved smile that lit up his whole face and got up, wrapping his arms around the stranger's waist and planting a kiss on his mouth.

"Not that hard, maybe my suspicions were right?"

The man raised an eyebrow and looked in Michael's direction as he stood.

"Michael this is Alex, Alex Michael..."

Michael shook his hand quickly and forced a smile.

"I invited him hope you don't mind..."

"Of course not..."

Michael shrugged.

"The more the merrier,"

Chris headed back for the grill and flipped the top open rescuing the meat before it burned , he offered Alex a beer and he took it sitting were Chris had been five seconds before. Michael felt like the whole world had just gotten to small for him to breath and leaned against the rail, not wanting to dart off to quickly.

"So how long have you to know each other?"

As always Chris read Michaels thoughts.

"I was meaning to mention it last time we talked, but we had only been dating for about a month then..."

And know what it's serious? Michael tried to think quickly about when they had, had that last conversation.

"It's no big deal..."

"Eight months give or take..."

Alex spoke up.

"Ah, and what is it you do?"

"I'm a resident, over at Harbor view ..."

"Wow that's fascinating, guess your covered Chris you know, now a doctor and a lawyer..."

Alex chuckled.

"My specialty is pediatrics..."

Michael suddenly realized what the other thing was and he felt his chest tighten, so they had made the big plunge shouldn't he be happy for Chris? Wasn't this what he wanted when he himself had chosen to be with Richard?

"Listen nice to meet you Alex I'm going to head inside for a bit..."

Michael slipped inside and pressed himself against the hall wall behind the kitchen figuring he was safe when he heard a voice and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"God Terry are you always right behind me ..."

She laughed.

"Well a girls got to pee you must be lost in a good thought..."

He looked at her aggravated and stalked to the kitchen.

"It's nothing like that..."

She followed him and spied Alex and Chris lost kissing and talking against the deck rails.

"I swore I knew nothing about that, but isn't that wonderful....?"

He looked at them then her.

"It should be so why all of a sudden after all this time, does it feel like I can't breathe..."

"Maybe because you were fine with it as long as he wasn't with anybody else, maybe it took that for you to realize how you felt all along."

********************

Somewhere well into the night after the last person had departed Richard and Michael set about picking up paper plates and dishware for a long moment they were silent as they brought there collection into the kitchen. Michael tossed the rest of the paper plates in the trash and started rinsing off wine glasses and setting them in the dishwasher.

"Hey what's up with you tonight ....?"

Richard snuck up behind him and kissed him on the back of the neck.

"You should be thrilled..."

Michael turned around and offered him a smile.

"I am, just been a long day..."

"And that's only the third time you have said that."

Michael tossed in the last glass and shut the door he watched Richard head off to the living room and bit his tongue ready to snap at him, to tell him it hadn't helped to come home to a house full of people, that all he had wanted was a pizza ordered in a couple bottles of beer and a slow conversation on the couch, but in Richards world everything had to be a certain way he loved the man dearly but sometimes, sometimes he was just left riddled with questions.

"I'm sorry ok .... I just..."

Michael sank down on the couch with a long sigh, next to Richard.

"Does this have anything to do with Chris?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because that look that washes over you whenever he's around ..."

"No ..... "

"He told me he was moving back into town, I thought you to were friends, this should be a good thing ...?"

"I would like to be friends with him but there's something that complicates the matter."

Richard looked at him for a long second.

"What the hell are you not telling me Michael...?"

"Why are you assuming things...?"

Richard let out a sarcastic bit of laughter.

"So you to were hot and heavy lovers once upon a time and I'm supposed to buy there was not one damn look or thought that crossed between the two of you at one point."

"Yes there was, but that was it .... We were never intimante...."

"Honestly ...?"

"We never had sex if that's what you're asking."

Richard shot up off the couch.

"But there was something, recently?"

"No a few years ago, when Ahna passed away, we hadn't seen each other in so long. Old feelings that didn't mean anything, I stopped it before it went to far Richard."

"It meant nothing but it's kept the two of you apart for the last almost two years and the minute he walks through the door you loose it completely that means nothing."

"It doesn't matter what it means Richard, I'm with you and what I have with you means something." 

Michael reached for Richard but he pulled back.

"You better sort out how you feel Michael , before you get to deep into what we have , your not going to bury what your two afraid to feel on some obligation to me."

Richard stood up.

"You don't owe me a damn thing Michael, this is about whether you love me or not."

"If I didn't love you why would I be here?"

"There's a million different ways to love someone Michael the question is which way do you love me?"

Michael looked at Richard , they had been friends for a long time and he would always love and care for Richard in that way but when he looked at him know all he could see is another man a man he wondered suddenly why he had worked so hard to forget.

"That answers my question."

Michael stood up.

"It's late were both tired we both have to be up early can we talk about this later..."

There wasn't much of a later they slept on separate sides of the bed that night and something shattered between the two of them, they fumbled through a long work week, they spent the weekend on separate sides of the city. Michael went over some case studies and refused meeting up with Chris , to much fuel to feed the fire , but when Richard came home late the following Friday from work it wasn't just the sky that was about to storm.

"I know you spoke to him twice this past week?"

A light rain had begun to fall and Richard was damp though he didn't seem to notice.

"Richard ...."

"Michael we can't live like this ...?"

Michael sighed and looked at him they had barely touched each other since the night of the party and nearly two weeks had come and gone since then.

"Are you asking me to leave?"

Richard let out a long breath.

"I love you Michael more than you will ever know, but I want most for you to be happy and if your not happy with me then go..."

Michael looked back at Richard for a long second.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Richard suddenly exploded with anger, a rage he had been holding in.

"It's to damn late for that Michael!"

Michael snapped back.

"I don't know what I want I don't know what I feel I don't know if its I'm afraid of the truth or already know it!"

"Well then you need to figure it out!"

Michael closed his eyes for a second sighed and grabbed his keys he didn't want things to end like this he touched Richards shoulder but he pulled back coldly.

"I can't loose you either...."

He stepped away from Richard and felt his hand on his arm.

"Michael I don't know when I will be able to let you back in , but I love you and I want you to be happy and maybe someday I can , but I just don't know, you have to understand that."

"I do..."

Michael shut the door he felt the hurt he had caused Richard rush over him as he climbed in his jeep but he new it was better to be honest with him know. Before he even knew were he was headed he found himself running towards Chris, wondering how lost he was in Alex and if he had just made the worst choice of his life.

******************

Michael drove to Chris's house in a hurry not really knowing at all what he would say , the dark clouds broke halfway there and began to spit rain heavily on the Jeep , causing it to swerve a bit as he hit the curves of the country road. Michael imagined the message on his tomb stone and slowed down taking in a deep breath he pulled over onto the back road far enough away from Chris's house that he couldn't see him, yet close enough to walk , he pressed his head against the steering wheel and tried to compose himself. One final argument between them that had left Richard bitter and him homeless was not a reason to go running to Chris he needed to spend a few nights on Terry's couch rent a new apartment and begin to resolve things between Richard and himself and if anything, if he could not convince himself of that, then he realized he did not need to add logs to the fire did not need to ensure what Richard thought he already new. On the other hand all he could think about was having Chris in the way he ached for down to his heart and soul, but then what, what would a good fuck prove? The idea of it had left things shattered possibly forever between him and Richard, did he need to do that between Chris and Alex? Yes he didn't love Richard he should have admitted that long before he had opted to move in with him and been a friend and saved Richard the heartache, he had caused one mess he didn't need to cause another. 

The honking of a horn made him lift his head up, he gazed out the window wondering if he was in someone's way when he saw Chris's truck idling near him his window rolling down and thought oh crap there was no were to run to know. He leaned over and rolled down the passenger window of the jeep and was just a few feet from the man he suddenly new he loved with all his heart and soul; it couldn't just be about a fuck if he felt this way could it. It was cold but he felt every part of him trembling, awake and aching and yet he wasn't even hard in a sexually aroused state.

"Hey I thought that was you are you ok...?"

Chris's eyebrows furrowed he looked confused and for a long second Michael wondered if he was truly happy with Alex what if he didn't want him back at all he forced a smile and said the only thing he could.

"Richard and I broke up...."

"Oh I'm sorry ..."

As if reading his mind Chris said the next logical thing.

"Come up to the house..."

Reluctantly Michael followed him; Chris was unlocking the front door as Michael made his way out of the jeep and inside.

"It's quite a storm out there make yourself at home, Did you call I forgot the cell as well..."

Chris hurried around turning up the heat and heading for the fireplace he added a log and stirred some embers.

"No I .... "

Michael sighed.

"I don't know what I was thinking...."

Chris smiled and headed for the kitchen he began to fire up the coffee pot as Michael dropped his coat on one chair and sank down on the couch.

"That's what friends are for..."

Chris came back in a few minutes with a couple cups of coffee and handed him one he sat nearby in an armchair shifting the logs around with a mettle fireplace poker.

"I really am sorry to hear about you and Richard...."

Michael sighed and sipped the coffee.

"I'm not ..."

Chris looked at him for a long second.


Second Chance for a First Time



I have been thinking a lot recently about relationships and aging. Two obvious reasons come to my mind. My wife and I just got back from a reunion and I had to bump up the age in my Literotica profile. I'm not complaining. All things considered, my wife and I have had a pretty good life. Judging from the events of the last reunion, that's not about to change any time soon.

This story is about aging and the perseverance of desire. An older man remembers a brief relationship years earlier with a foreign student that ends abruptly, just as she is about to give up her virginity to him. They meet again at a reunion with their spouses in tow and find that age has not diminished their affection for each other. Has time removed the barriers to the fulfillment of their desire?

Really! If you don't already know the answer to this question, then you shouldn't be reading stories posted to this site. If you are as comfortable with sagging breasts being sucked as you are with firm tits jiggling, then welcome aboard for the ride. In the sense that this story is written by an older man who enjoyed his youth and still enjoys sex with his older wife and their aging friends, then it's all true. Otherwise, it's a work of fiction.

Strokers warning! Like all mature relationships, this may take a little time to develop.

*****

Many happily married couples have amusing stories about how they first met. Ours is hilarious, but it's a lie. We had to make it up.

Of course, I remember the first time I saw her rosy cheeks. She was leaning on her elbows with her butt in the air. I put my hands on the bare flesh and pushed firmly. Her crack parted enough for me to see cum dripping from her pink slit and sliding down her thigh. I slid my woody into her fleshly creamed hole just as my buddy let go in her mouth. I was fully sunk in before she turned to see who was fucking her. She smiled. I'll never forget that smile.

Yes, we met at an orgy. That was a long time ago: a little longer than it took to raise 3 kids and pay off the mortgage. The sexual revolution was in full swing. My wife and I were happy to be invited to each and every victory celebration.

But this story is not about my loving wife. It's about the one that got away. She was the stunning virgin in the miniskirt whose promise to her mother was stronger than her desire for cock. This story is about our second chance for a first time.

*****

Wendy's parents owned the cabin. Carl owned the van. It was the perfect arrangement.

Her parents had moved on to the finer things in life. They preferred an ocean view from their hotel room with fresh towels in the morning and a chocolate on the pillow in the evening. A rustic cabin with a Franklin stove for heat and a hand pump for water no longer interested them. For Wendy and her boyfriend, it was ideal. The nearest neighbors were a couple miles away on a dirt road. Wendy and her friends could sit naked on the front porch swing if they wanted. Who would know?

I wasn't a virgin when I got invited for the first time, but I had never seen more than one woman naked at the same time and had never watched another couple have sex. Wendy's parties were by invitation only and no one was supposed to talk about what happened, but it was an open secret on campus that an invitation to spend a weekend at Wendy's cabin was an invitation to an orgy. There were 4 couples packed into Carl's van on the weekend that I was invited.

I had been dreaming of an orgy ever since that first quickie at freshman orientation with a girl I'd just met. My dreams were filled with undulating naked bodies when I went to bed alone, which was almost every night. I was aching to get an invitation, but I knew I couldn't just walk up to Carl and ask for one, at least not without a girlfriend who wanted to share me with her friends.

Paula was my ticket. I knew she had been at several parties and was Wendy's best friend. Physically we were a perfect match. Both of us were tall and thin. We both played soccer. I had almost no chest hair. Paula had almost no breasts. The difference was personality. I was shy and held myself back, while Paula was always at the center of everything.

I planned every detail in my campaign to seduce her. The effort turned out to be unnecessary. Paula gamely agreed to go out with me when I had only suggested the possibility. I got what I thought were choice concert tickets for our first date. We never made it to the auditorium. She hauled me back to her dorm and gave the tickets to her roommates so we would be left alone. Almost before they were out the door, she had her clothes off and my zipper down. I must have performed adequately because Paula asked me to join her for a party at Wendy's cabin the next weekend.

I enjoyed the lewd banter in the van on the way up and the dirty dancing that started the evening, but I had a major case of the jitters when all of our clothes had hit the floor. I had assumed that I would spend at least the first part of the evening with my "date". Paula had other ideas. She lay sprawled on the couch with her long legs wrapped around the back of a rather athletic looking young man who was intently plowing his cock into her. I just stood there in the middle of the floor looking out of place with my jaw slack and my cock stiff. My previous idea of a wild romp was doggy style with a girl who had a filthy mouth. This was way beyond any experience I had ever imagined.

Somehow I got over the shock of having my date blow me a kiss while riding another man's cock. After some awkwardness, I even got to know a girl from my chemistry lab rather intimately. I must have been in the spirit by then because I don't remember being bothered that someone else's cum was dribbling from her lips. I enjoyed myself but I never really felt comfortable. Paula, on the other hand, moved easily from one partner to the next. All three of the other men at the party had penetrated one of her openings before she got back to me. I was just happy that she hadn't forgotten me entirely.

My relationship with Paula didn't last. There had been no real commitment so there was no real heartbreak. She always waved to me when I saw her across the lawn in front of the student center. Of course, she waved to a lot of men. I wasn't really surprised when I saw her chatting up an eager young man or later when I heard that he'd been invited to a party at the cabin. I did not feel snubbed. My curiosity had been satisfied. I was also convinced that I was not cut out for the party crowd.

*****

I returned to college the next year intent on just getting my degree and moving on. I had pretty much given up on a social life. My priorities changed when I met an exchange student from India that my advisor asked me to tutor.

I had only tutored a few students. It was satisfying to help someone get through a tough course. It was frustrating to try to help someone who was bored by what I found exciting. On the best days, I was glad to help them and they were glad for the help. On the worst days, they thought I was a geek and I thought they were slackers. There was something about the new student that told me this time would be different.

Gita was attractive. That was obvious. Unlike some beautiful women, she did not try to draw attention to herself. Her features were delicate. Her deep brown eyes matched the dark mahogany hue of her skin. She had a smile that was at once inviting and mysterious, at least to a young man raised in an American suburb. Her dress was one that my grandmother might have worn, but it still could not hide her full breasts or her narrow waist. Her legs would remain hidden from view until she traded her wardrobe of ankle length dresses for tight shorts and miniskirts.

Gita had been the brightest student in her all-girls school in Bangalore and shared my interest in science. She had no difficulty with the math or any of the other course material. In fact, she was better prepared than I had been in my first year of college. She just had no practical experience in a lab. She had never wired a circuit or even lit a Bunsen burner. With my senior research project in full swing, I had access to the lab after hours. We spent many late night sessions going over the practical aspects of getting equipment to work. She was a quick study. By the middle of the first semester, she was near the top of her class. Her eyes would light up whenever she slipped her lab goggles over those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I had met my soul mate.

We continued to make excuses to see each other even when she no longer needed my help. I suppose these were "dates". We talked about everything from Darwin's Origins of the Species to the nature of true love. I knew Gita better than most women I had held naked before Gita and I even held hands.

She was a rarity in India. She was an only child. As the daughter of a prosperous family, she was both sheltered and pampered. She had passed through puberty in an all-girls school without ever having the opportunity to talk to a boy alone. She had been sent abroad against her mother's wishes to learn skills that were essential to maintain her family's business in the emerging global economy.

Kissing her seemed like an impossible dream until late one night near the end of the semester. I had begun to notice the changes in her a few weeks earlier. She wore shorts for the first time. They were baggy shorts that reached to the middle of her thighs, but, hey, they were shorts. Then it was the blouses she started to wear. Nothing exceptionally daring. Just a little bit of cleavage or a more translucent fabric. On the 'night of the first kiss,' she was stunning. She had never worn a skirt that short or a blouse that sheer. She was a little wobbly wearing such high heels for the first time. She grabbed my arm when she stumbled. I looked down her dress and actually caught a glimpse of nipple. She smiled up at me. She knew perfectly well the effect she was having on me and she was enjoying it.

When the coffee shop closed, I walked her back to her dorm. That was usually the end of the evening. I was surprised when she invited me up to her room. She explained that she had traded roommates with another girl who had wanted to move off campus. Her new roommate was nearly always out of town on the weekends. I was not about to decline her invitation.

I was disappointed when the door closed and she made a point of carefully hanging up her coat. Maybe I had made too much of the various clues. I reached into my book bag prepared to spend another evening together reading about chemistry. Her long slender fingers wrapped around my hand and stopped me. As I turned around, she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine. The kiss was long and deep. She must have felt my cock stiffen in my pants. As our lips parted, she sat back on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. We were both still fully clothed.

Our lips molded together again. When her mouth opened, I tasted the sweet warmth of her breath. My tongue explored her lips. She sucked in gently with her next breath and my tongue followed along. Our tongues played together in the warmth of her mouth. As I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed me back and pressed against my lips. I let her in.

My hand reached for her full breasts. Her dress was silky and flowed between my fingers as I squeezed the soft flesh she offered me. I felt her hand cover mine. I was afraid she was going to remove my hand before she became too aroused. I was surprised when she pressed my hand even more firmly against the object of my desire. I squeezed harder. She exhaled involuntarily.

She sat up abruptly, reached behind her neck and unhooked her dress. My hand had fallen on her knee when she sat up. I ran my hand along the smooth skin of her thigh as I inched my way up to the delicious folds of her sex. Her panties were as delicate as her dress. I could feel her soft thick matt of pubic hair as I pushed her dress up above her mound. She had not stopped me as she busied herself with her bra. I pulled the thin string of fabric that ran between her legs to one side and slipped my fingers into the wet slit. Her whole body shuddered. Her breasts now free of all restraint shook as she lay back down beside me.

Two pair of hands quickly unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I reached for the zipper on my pants. At that moment, I would have been glad to make babies with her. Brown like her or pink like me wouldn't have mattered so long as they were ours. But her hand caught mine and planted it back on her bare breast. My cock would have to wait to get more intimately acquainted.

She arched her back and thrust one bare leg against the crotch of my pants. I slid between her legs, which she quickly locked behind my back. Her breasts flattened against my bare chest as she clung tightly to me. She bite my neck to stifle a scream and continued to thrust her pelvis up against the thin layer of fabric that separated us. The room filled with the musty scent of our lust. Our voices mingled in an urgent incoherence of grunts and sighs. We continued to thrust against each other. I tore out the crotch of her panties in my desperation to get into her but it was too late to get my pants down. My cock jerked uncontrollably as each spurt filled my pants. I could feel the back of her hand against the wet spot in my pants as she rubbed her clitoris to one last orgasm.

I was afraid that I had not satisfied her until I saw the broad smile that spread from one flushed cheek to the other. We cuddled in each other's arms. She was still a virgin and I still had my pants on, but her dress was bunched around her waist and my pants were stained with cum.

Gita kissed my forehead lightly.

"Is this what it's like to make love?" She asked in all earnest.

"Oh, it's even better when you really let go."

I spoke to her like I was teasing, but she knew I was serious. She let me run my fingers through her soft bush of pubic hair, but swatted my hand playfully when I managed to pull off her torn panties. I would have slipped my fingers into her pussy again, but she took my hands firmly in hers and moved them back to her breasts. My shaft was snaking its way back out of my now open zipper. She did not pull away when the wet tip touched the bare flesh of her thigh. The second act was beginning.

I did not want the warmth of that moment to end, but it did. Abruptly!

The door swung open. Gita gasped and pulled away from me. She instinctively threw her hands over her breasts. Then aware that her thick mound of pubic hair was fully exposed, her hands left her breasts to cover her bush. Since neither effort was truly effective, she raised herself up on her elbows and glared at her new roommate. She made no further attempts to cover her exposed bits.

My back was to the door so I did not see who was standing behind me. I was too embarrassed to roll over and look.

Gita hissed. It was the first time I had heard her angry.

"I thought you ... you ..."

The new roommate completed the sentence coolly. "...would be gone for the weekend."

She paused for effect.

"Well, I obviously came home early. His parents didn't think much of me so I just left."

The voice was familiar. I screwed up my courage and rolled over to look at her.

"Morris!"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Of all the women on campus, my girlfriend's new roommate was Paula, the woman who had been my ticket to an orgy.

Paula looked slowly down the length of Gita's body from her flushed cheeks to her long bare legs.

"Mmmmm. Looks like you had a good time for such a nice girl."

Paula reached down and grabbed my crouch as casually as if we were back at Wendy's cabin.

"And it looks like your stud is ready for another go at it. He's good. He's really good, Gita. I should know."

I would have liked another "go" at Gita but that was impossible now. I had no idea what this meant for my relationship, but, right now, it didn't look good.

Gita and I got up quickly. Gita pushed her dress down over her pubic hair and then pulled the straps over her shoulders to cover her breasts. She was without bra or panties but she had at least restored some modicum of decency in her eyes. Paula watched Gita the whole time without looking away once. Gita glowered back. It was obvious the new roomates were getting set for a fight. I was ushered out of the room.

I wandered back to my dorm in a daze. What was the worst that could happen? Gita could move off campus and be too embarrassed to see me again. Paula could tell her about the parties at the lake and Gita would never even want to see me again. The possibilities only got worse as I thought about them.

I spent the rest of the night sulking in my room until my roommate and his girlfriend showed up in the morning all smiles and laughter. I decided to head for the lab so they could noodle together in private. I did not want to spend that particular moment in time with happy people.

It was just before noon when I passed by the massive columns of the student union. I was so absorbed in my own dismal thoughts that I did not even see her approach me.

"Morris! I'm so glad I found you. I've been looking all over. We don't have much time."

Gita looked a lot happier than I expected. Her expression soon changed when she saw how worried I looked.

"Are you OK?"

She held onto my arm as if she were afraid that I would run away from her.

"Well, no, actually. That wasn't exactly how I had wanted our first night ..."

My voice trailed off. I didn't know how to end the sentence without making it worse.

"Did you enjoy making love to Paula?"

She asked the question with such innocence, as if she was asking me whether I liked chocolate chip ice cream or puppies.

"Yes. But it wasn't love. It was sex... and, yes, I enjoyed it."

"Will her husband, you know, when she gets married...?"

"You mean, will a man fall in love with her knowing she's not a virgin?"

Gita looked at me soulfully and nodded. The cultural gap between us has never seemed as wide as it was at that moment.

"Look around you. There aren't more than a handful of virgins on this campus, but couples fall in love all the time. Most of them will get married, settle down and have children."

A wicked grin crept across my face.

"A few will still be married when their kids come back here for college."

Gita laughed, but quickly became serious again.

"And the virgins? What about them?"

"Some will be happy and some won't." I thought about what I had just said.

"How would I know?" I threw up my arms in exasperation. "You're the only virgin I know. Are you happy?"

"I was happy last night, and I'm still a virgin."

Her eyes sparkled as she played with me.

"Just barely...but, yes, you are still a virgin. And now Paula's told you all the details of how I'm not. I never tried to hide that from you, you know that."

"I know. That was part of what attracted me to you. You are an American man. I knew you were more experienced than me."

I was feeling much better now. I had somehow said what Gita had wanted to hear and wanted to believe. She looked happy. I was confused about what had just happened, but I did not question my good fortune.

"I want to go to Wendy's party with you."

"Maybe someday." I laughed. I thought she was kidding.

"No. I mean now. I don't have any classes until late Monday."

"You're teasing me, aren't you?" I was serious. I couldn't imagine her at an orgy.

"Don't you want me to have fun? You have had fun. You said that it was fun having sex with Paula. Paula said the same about you."

"Are you sure? It's just that ..."

"I want to experience all of the joys that you have experienced and I want you to share them with me. Will you be jealous if I dance with others?"




Second Chance for a First Time



I shook my head but I wasn't so sure. And what did she mean by "dance".

"Are you really sure you're ready?"

"Oh, Yes!" She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a handful of condoms to show me.

"Oh my God ... You are serious!"

Gita took my answer as an affirmation of her decision. She had been leading me back to her dorm as we talked. Carl's van stood at the curb with the door open. The van was crowded. Gita jumped in without hesitation and squeezed into the back row of seats between two husky guys. It was too late to pull her back. I could stay or I could go. I got in and sat in the last open seat next to a girl I had never seen before. She gave me the once over and seemed to like what she saw. She laid her hand in my lap. It wasn't hard to imagine what she had in mind. Everyone seemed excited.

*****

Gita had learned to dance as a young girl but lap dancing was something she had never seen or even imagined in her most erotic dreams. The dances she had learned were the graceful movements expected of a chaste young girl. Gita stared in wonder as the amply endowed young girl gyrating before me humped my leg with her wet pussy and bounced her nipples in my face. Gita swayed from side to side trying to imitate my partner's movements as the stud she had paired with in the van pawed at her breasts with his huge rough hands. She giggled as he described all of the lewd acts he wanted to perform on her. I felt Gita's knee bump into my thigh as she squatted down between the man's legs and squeezed his cock into her bare cleavage. 

I wanted to watch Gita but it was hard to see anything with a nipple stuffed in my mouth. Once, when I came up for air, I turned to the sound of a grunt and saw Gita just barely escape being impaled. Unable to resist the strength of the hands around her waist, she had deflected his cock with her hand as she was pulled down on his shaft. The thick tube with its meshwork of bulging veins slide harmlessly into the crack between her ass cheeks. If I was going to be the one to whom Gita gave her virginity, I was going to have to act fast.

The screams provided the distraction we needed. Molly, our hostess, lay on her back with Carl's balls dangling over her face as a sweating young man plowed his tool into her pussy. The young man fucking her did not miss a stroke as Carl's semen arced through the air and landed on his chest. Carl's bright red poker continued to spurt but with diminishing force as he coated his girlfriend with cum. As the final dribbles leaked out of the slit in his cockhead, he took pleasure in shaking the last of the sticky white liquid onto Molly's face. 

With her boyfriend obviously enjoying the sight of her getting fucked, Molly let herself go and met each thrust of her new partner with such force that her whole body shook.

The spectacle of the fucking threesome temporarily grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. Gita and I took the opportunity to extricate ourselves from our partners of the moment. The young woman was surprised when I lifted her off my lap and turned her away from me. She misinterpreted my gesture as simply repositioning for a reverse cowgirl fuck. She would get her wish but just not with me. Gita had managed to get her hunk's cock in her hands while he watched the show in front of us. She pumped his shaft until precum dribbled over her fingers. By then, I had moved my partner over the shaft of Gita's stud. The young women was more than willing as Gita fed the thick shaft into her waiting pussy. The hunk's cock was glad to find a wet hole to fill.

Gita took my hand and led me up the stairs to the loft just as two naked women were coming back down to join the party. We were alone for the first time since climbing into the van.

"I can't do it. You have to help me!"

Gita looked frightened and vulnerable. She was beautiful standing there naked before me with her chest flushed and her skin glowing with perspiration. Although I wanted to make love to her right that minute, I could not take advantage of her. I loved her. I listened to her. My cock was already starting to deflate.

"I promised my mother I would be a virgin for the husband she selects for me. I thought I could just run away with you, but I can't. I'm so sorry."

"What ... What do you want to do?"

I was stunned.

"I want to make you feel like I did last night."

She put her arms around my waist and looked up into my eyes imploringly.

"But you said..." I stammered.

"... I can still tell my mother I'm a virgin. Beyond that, she won't ask."

She practically dragged me to the bed and pushed me down on my back. My mind was swirling with thoughts that were driven from my consciousness as I felt her lips encircle my limp member. I swelled quickly in her mouth as my cock accepted her invitation.

Her dark brown eyes sparkled with pleasure as she looked up at me. She had such a beautiful face. She was even more beautiful with her cheek puffed out by the tip of my cock.

She sucked my cock in and out of her curled lips with a loud pop each time. She lightly kissed the first drop of precum appearing in the slit of my cockhead. The sticky fluid clung to her lips and formed into a long string as she pulled away to admire her handiwork.

She dove back in again ignoring my cock this time. She sucked first one testicle and then the other into her mouth. My cock lay on her nose as she licked my crinkled bag. She crossed her eyes to look at my cock. I would have laughed at her funny face if the sensation of having my balls sucked was not so intense.

When she sensed I was ready, she moved her lips back over the tip of my cock. I was unsure if she really wanted me to cum in her mouth so I pushed on her forehead and told her I was about to blow. She said nothing but indicated her intentions by pushing my hands away and swirling her tongue around my cock. Then she leaned forward to swallow as much as she could of my manhood.

The first spurt in the back of her throat made her gag and spit out my cock. She was enthusiastic but not experienced. She swallowed quickly as another spurt streamed across her cheek and caught on an earring. Her lips now enveloped just the tip of my cock as her hands wrapped firmly around the shaft. I bucked my hips but could not move in her tight grip. She sucked the sticky juice from me like she had a nipple in her mouth. Not a drop escaped. It was over so quickly. A couple of minutes at most. Gita's reaction saved me from being embarrassed at my lack of staying power.

"You liked my blow job?"

Gita was grinning from ear to ear like she had just won first prize in a highly coveted talent contest.

"You'd make your mother proud."

It was a mean thing for me to say. As soon as the words came out, I wished I had not opened my mouth.

"I've hurt you. I'm sorry, but it can't be the way you want it. I have to go home." She leaned in to kiss me as she spoke. "I love you. You'll always know that, won't you."

Her eyes filled with tears. My heart leapt for joy and broke at the same time. She really did love me.

"I want you more than anything I have ever wanted, my American lover, but do not make me break my promise."

In my gut I knew this was the last time we would share such intimacy. I resolved to give her something to remember me by. I had enough of sad thoughts. We had one more moment to have fun. I wasn't going to waste it.

I pushed her away playfully and flashed a wicked grin. She covered her breasts in feigned modesty. The game had begun.

I was on top of her in an instant. She was a petite and flexible young woman. I was a tall and muscular young man. She had asked me to show her a little testosterone. I did.

I picked her up by the hips and lifted her into the air until her bush was planted in my face. We stood in the center of the room with her hands over her head reaching for the floor and her feet kicking up in the air. She shrieked and begged me to put her down. I was not about to drop her. I was just beginning to have fun.

She laughed as I brought her pussy to my lips and clamped her thighs around my ears. I spun in a circle. She swung away from my body as the centrifugal force lifted her breasts toward her face. She squealed in delight like a little kid on a merry-go-round.

I planted the tip of my nose in her puckered little asshole and stuck my tongue up into her pussy. My chin rested on her clit and sent shivers through her body every time I shook my head. 

Professional wrestlers give imaginative names to their favorite moves...bicycle kick, Samoan driver, one handed bulldog. I was going to call this one the "flying pussy chomp".

We both quickly became dizzy and collapsed on the bed in giggles. She rolled over on her chest and lifted her ass in the air. With her face buried in a pillow and her hands reaching around her ass cheeks, she pulled her pussy open to give me a very clear and audaciously lewd invitation. I dove in face first.

The taste of her juices was exquisite. I had only imagined what this would be like when I had smelled her arousal on my fingers the night before. Now my senses were assaulted. I was not about to let go of her. My nose slide between her labia and inhaled deeply. My tongue probed her openings and ran up the crack glistening with sweat and oils. My face was wet with the froth that poured from her fuck hole. 

She lifted herself from the mattress as her body jerked and twisted. I held on tightly and drank her her juices greedily.

She forced the back of her hand in front of my face to stop the overpowering sensations of her orgasms. I kissed her hand as she whimpered in relief. Her body was still shaking as I rolled her over on her back.

My hands grabbed her ankles and rolled her up into a ball until her knees were touching her ears. She was young and flexible. Now was the time for her to enjoy her lithe body.

Still rolled halfway into a backwards somersault, she spread her legs out in a cheerleader's split to give me full access to her pussy. I dived in when she had come down to a plateau of barely shivering orgasms. This would be our base camp for the final assault on her peak. She was ready to climb higher.

I had felt her clit the night before, but this had only given me a hint of her full potential. She had no inhibitions now. She drove her sex into my face and screamed for more. I pulled the hood of skin back to get to her naked clit. Fully exposed, the pink nub of tissue stood out in the black folds of her sex. The engorged bundle of nerve endings stuck out nearly as far as the first digit of my middle finger. I sucked it between my lips to give her miniature cock as good a blow job as she had given me.

When I felt her on the cusp of another massive orgasm, I dove back full face into her pussy. My nose flattened out against her clit as my tongue drove into her like the tentacle of an octopus searching for prey. I could feel the juice burst out of the deep recess as I probed harder. 

It was the final push that sent her over the edge. Her whole body seemed to lift into the air as she clamped her thighs around my head and her screams rose high above the din of the raucous party in the room below. I broke away gasping for air as she thrashed beneath me. Only then did I realize how long I had been holding my breathe while swimming in her warm sweet pussy.

Her eyes had rolled back in her head. When her lids fluttered opened, only the whites showed. Her face was frozen in a mask of orgasmic ecstasy. Her body limp and quivering. Her legs splayed wide open. Her pussy flushed and swollen. She was drained and helpless.

I kneeled over her with a rock hard cock in my hands and testicles drawn up into my groin. I could have just taken her. My cock would have slipped in so easily. She wouldn't have protested. She would have missed her next period. Then she would have been nauseated in the mornings and maybe missed classes. By the end of the semester, the baby would start to kick. She would tell her parents at some stage and we would be married hurriedly by a clerk at city hall.

I could feel the first surge start down the long tube from deep in my groin. Sperm was rushing toward the slit where it would either congeal in the cool air of the loft or start the long swim up through her womb to the fallopian tubes where life began.

I was not a rapist. I loved her. She loved and trusted me. 

My sperm shot harmlessly into the air and splattered across her smooth brown nakedness. She opened her eyes and smiled as she felt my cum fall on her chest. A thick white rope ran down her abdomen to the soft patch of black hair above her pubis. She massaged her breasts with the sticky stuff and seemed pleased.

She sat up. Her tongue caught the last drop of cum clinging to the tip of my cock. It would be our last kiss. *****

Only Molly noticed us as we came down the stairs and entered the room. She lay on the couch playing halfheartedly with her snatch as she watched her boyfriend Carl stuff his shaft into Paula, who already had a mouthful of cock. Molly smiled at us and assumed we were having a good time at her party. We opened the front door without looking back and made our way to the van.

There was little we could say to each other that we did not already know. Gita would sleep in the van until morning and then join the group for breakfast before we made our way back to campus. No one would ask us questions. Each came to the party to satisfy their own desires. Some couples stayed together but enjoyed watching. Others were there to brag about how many hook-ups they'd had in one night. But it really didn't matter. We hadn't made a scene or dampened anyone's enjoyment of the evening. No one would ask us how many we had scored or how long we had stayed up. Gita and I hugged one last time before I started to walk back to the cabin. My bare foot gazed a soccer ball left on the footpath. I kicked at the ball blindly. It was a stupid act. Barefoot in the dark and kicking with all my strength was a recipe for injury. I didn't care. A little physical pain might have eased my emotional anguish at that moment. The ball sailed into the darkness as my foot connected solidly. Crap! If only I could kick that well in soccer shoes on game day.

I shoved the door to the cabin open and let the light spill out into the gloom. I looked over my shoulder at Gita one last time. She was holding her face in her hands and sobbing quietly. There was nothing more I could do. Our relationship was over. We still loved each other but she could not be a part of my world and I could not be a part of hers. We would talk again, maybe even laugh, but we would not kiss or even hold hands. It would be too painful.

The door banged open. Only Molly noticed when we left. No one noticed when I returned alone. I stepped into the brightly lit space filled with raucous laughter. If I could not have Gita, I was determined to drown my sorrow in beer and pussy.

I forgot about the beer when I saw a shapely young woman on her knees in the center of the room. She had the heart shaped butt of a well-fed girl from the heartland of America. I just dived in. No introductions necessary. Her mouth was full of cock so she couldn't say much anyway. When I spread her ass cheeks apart, I could tell I was not the first. Judging by the volume of cum dribbling out of her fuck-hole, I was either the last or the next to last to take her. 

My shaft sank in without resistance. When I pulled out again, the well stretched hole stayed open for a few seconds before slowly winking closed again.

I felt a load lifted from my shoulders. I had loved Gita and would miss her, but I was among friends now. I would get by. 

I hoped Gita would be happy as I lined up my cock and thrust into the willing young woman again. I barely knew her name. We had sat next to each other in the van but my attention had been riveted on my girlfriend teasing the stud in the seat behind us. I had enjoyed the lap dance the woman gave me but I had found her another cock when the party heated up. There was no way I could have known at the time that my current fucking partner would eventually become my friend and finally my wife. All that would be later. In that moment, all of my feelings had concentrated in the tip of my cock and my cock was making me feel good again. I was going to make it last. I hoped she was up for a long hard ride.

****

30 years later ... We almost didn't make it to the reunion. I had made the reservations for both of us months ago, but Alicia had never really committed to going. She kept coming up with one excuse after another for why she couldn't come along with me. I wasn't going to go without her. It's not that we didn't have any mutual friends from our college years. It's just that we saw our best friends frequently, even if that meant taking vacation time and traveling to see them. The people at the reunion were going to be mostly people we hadn't seen in 30 years. I thought it would be fun. Alicia thought it could be dreadfully boring ... or worse.

That all changed when Alicia got a call from Wendy. Wendy and Carl were not one of the couples that we had kept up with but they had certainly been friends. After all, if it weren't for Wendy's parties, my wife and I would have never met.

Alicia was always a little raucous on the phone with her old friends, but the call from Wendy was a full stop louder and complete with shrieks of laughter. I couldn't help overhearing Alicia's side of the conversation. I picked up that Wendy and Carl were still together and still liked to get together with friends. Only now orgies were politely called 'house parties' and swapping partners was now called 'the lifestyle'. Whatever. It didn't take any more convincing to get Alicia to come. She had our bags packed the next day although it was still a full week before we needed to catch our flight.

Our sex lives picked up considerably in the days before we left for the reunion. This is not to say we had lived lives of monastic celibacy for the past 30 years. We had enjoyed our lives together and had not been afraid to share with others. We had been to a number of lifestyle resorts where we had thrown ourselves into a wide range of enjoyable activities, including but not limited to sex.

Time had not diminished our enjoyment of each other or of sharing sex with other partners, but we could not avoid noticing the changes that had occurred. Flesh that had been smooth was now wrinkled. Waistlines had expanded. Breasts sagged. Cocks stayed limp a little longer after spouting off. The crowds around the pool at the lifestyle resorts did not seem to age but we were obviously graying and began to stand out. 

The final straw was when a nubile young woman pulling along a very aroused young man stopped to talk with my wife and me at a swinger's meet and greet. I was flushed with excitement imagining my wife's pleasure when she wrapped her legs around this young stud's back. My member was certainly at attention imagining the exquisite sensation of being enveloped in the warmth of the young woman's pussy. It was not to be. The young woman who approached us had just picked up the young man and was taking him back to her room for an hour of wild fucking. She pointed out her husband who was talking up two giggling young women at the bar. He would join his wife later for sloppy seconds unless he managed to convince the two curious newbies to make him their first threesome.

The drive home that night was long and quiet. We had signed up for the wrong party. That, by itself, would not have had such an effect on us. Not all the 'meet and greets' we had attended over the years had led to fantastic sex with new partners. We were out of place in this group and we should have known that before we arrived for the evening. There were certainly groups of swingers that looked like us and in which we would have felt perfectly comfortable. What was disturbing about this particular night was that the young woman's innocent comment had been meant as a complement.




Second Chance for a First Time



"I'm glad to see an older couple here. I hope my hubby and I still enjoy watching when we're your age."

We hadn't yet begun to think of ourselves as the 'older couple,' although we were. And we hadn't come just to 'enjoy watching'. We were there to find another couple and have sex with them. I still enjoyed watching the astonished look on my wife's face when a new cock penetrated her for the first time. Alicia told me that her favorite flavor was the taste of the other woman's pussy after I had fucked her. We had come as participants and had been taken for chaperones. Very open minded chaperones, but chaperones nonetheless.

It was a week without sex before we finally came to grips with the changes that we had been ignoring. Yes, we were older. The young woman at the party was right. And she was right that we enjoyed watching other people flirting and acting sexy. She was wrong to assume that we just wanted to watch because we were older. We resolved to take advantage of the next opportunity that presented itself to us without carelessly exposing ourselves to another rejection. To console ourselves, we had some great sex -- just the two of us.

Alicia was excited about Molly's party because there was no doubt about the outcome. This was a sure thing. Molly had promised her a little of her husband's attention and assured her that there were others who wanted to get to know her again in the most intimate sense of the word. And she assured Alicia that I would not feel left out. I could not have guessed at the time what Molly had proposed or how much Alicia had been involved in the plans as they unfolded in the days before the reunion.

We showed up at the reunion almost as excited as if we had been arriving on campus for the first semester of college. 

I hugged Alicia warmly before we left our hotel room to register for the alumni weekend. She ran her fingers over the bulge in my pants that sprang up as we kissed.

"I can't wait for this little fellow to tell me all about some lucky pussy he's going to meet tonight."

"You have such a dirty mind!" I shoved her hand away lightheartedly.

"I know. And I know you like it that way." She put her hand back on my cock and squeezed.

We kissed again then left the room quickly before our desires pulled us back into the bed together. It had taken all of our now rapidly evaporating will power to avoid having sex when we woke up that morning. We needed to save our energy for what we expected to be a long and satisfying evening.

It had not occurred to me that Gita would be at the reunion or that she would seek me out across a crowded auditorium. I was equally surprised when Alicia quickly invited Gita and her husband, Suresh, to have dinner with us that night. I knew that Alicia had been looking forward to a night of debauchery with her old 'fuck-buddies'. I had almost gotten my little willy into Gita's pussy 30 years ago, but, if the cultural gap had been too wide to bridge back then, I couldn't imagine a different outcome now. We would have a long dinner ending with a heartfelt farewell late in the evening. Maybe there would be a chaste kiss on the cheek. And then we would each go back to our respective rooms with our own spouses. I wanted to talk with Gita again but I could not imagine why my wife would risk missing an orgy to listen to me reminisce with an old girlfriend and get to know her husband.

As it turned out, we stayed together until it was time for the dinner reservation. We missed the seminars on retirement planning and charitable gifts so we could walk around the campus and explore the differing arcs that our lives had taken. The four of us talked about everything until we found ourselves so comfortable that we were sharing the most intimate of experiences and desires.

I learned Gita had been true to her word that night at Molly's party. She was still a virgin when she was married in a huge traditional ceremony arranged by her parents. She loved her husband and the love she gave was reciprocated.

She had two daughters soon after they were married and then was unable to have more children. Although sons were highly prized by their culture, Suresh had never complained that she had only given him daughters. He loved his daughters and they grew up to be accomplished young women who each followed their own interests to professional careers.

Gita had lived two lives. At work she was an astute businesswoman moving her family's company into the international economy until being acquired in a favorable merger. At home she was a traditional Indian wife who supervised the running of the household, although the cooking and cleaning was done by the servants she hired.

She had tried to satisfy her husband's sexual desires but sex had always seemed like just one more of her domestic duties, although she truly enjoyed herself when she was finally caught up in the heat of the moment. Suresh just found that it was difficult to get her to that moment and that the moment always seemed to pass too quickly.

Gita said that it was not Suresh who held her back. Men were not expected to be virgins and she knew that he was not a virgin when they were married. He told us that he had learned the mechanics of sex from a prostitute like many men of his upbringing. He said that he still occasionally enjoyed the services of an escort on business trips. Gita nodded her ascent to this arrangement but winced when he said that what he really wanted was to make love to a woman who initiated sex purely for her own enjoyment and that he wanted his wife to be one of those women.

Gita had told him about the party at Molly's cabin after they had been married. He had seemed almost disappointed that she had held onto her virginity. He hoped he could see her want to display her body and dance naked for strangers again.

Gita became uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. She understood Suresh's needs. He was a man. He had to contend with the demands of testosterone. That was all. She was a good wife and was willing to let her husband have his way occasionally, but she was also a respectable woman. She enjoyed the thrill of an orgasm in its proper place in their marital bed. This did not mean that respectable women should allow themselves to be controlled by the hormonal urges of lovesick young girls. Even fantasies were a bit uncomfortable, although she allowed herself the occasional indulgence of a fantasy.

The conversation had stalled when the focus had come around to Gita's desires. Gita felt that we had no right to speculate and that how she felt was intensely private. We left it at that. It would have been a long afternoon if Alicia had not suggested that she and Gita go check out a lingerie boutique she had heard about. Gita blushed at the thought of trying on lingerie with another woman, but seemed curious and they left with plans to meet us at the restaurant.

Suresh and I continued to talk. We were glad to be alone. Suresh told me that once when he and Gita were on vacation in the Maldives, he had persuaded her to swap partners with a far more experienced couple. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself. His pleasure was enhanced by the woman's enjoyment of her time with him. He was happy that another man found his wife desirable. This was the experience he had been looking for, but the good feelings had not been shared by his wife. Gita found she was tense in the arms of the other man and jealous of the ease with which his wife could give and receive sexual pleasures. Suresh and the other couple had tried to help her be more comfortable, but it had not worked out well. This was the first and last of their experiments in wife swapping.

I was friends with many of the men who had sex with my wife, yet I was still uncomfortable with the man who had married my girlfriend. Now I was beginning to have sympathy for him. I believed that what Gita had felt that night at Molly's party was as real now as when she was a young woman. If only we could unlock her inhibitions, then Gita would be free to be Suresh's passionate lover as well as his respectable wife.

Their presence at the reunion had not been an accident. Suresh told me how he had found Molly and convinced her to help him. I was the key to the success of their plan. Perhaps the man who had given his wife her first orgasm as a young woman could help her release her inhibitions again. He thanked me for even considering his proposal.

I was stunned by their plan. This was not the typical swing party I had been expecting.

At dinner that night, Gita sat pensively without saying more than a few sentences. The rest of us laughed and carried on like old friends. Gita had agreed to let her husband attend Molly's party that night and did not show the least bit of surprise when Alicia announced that she was leaving with Suresh and that she was going to make sure he had all the pussy he could fuck. 

My wife never liked euphemisms, particularly when sex was concerned.

Suresh flinched as Alicia spoke. He had wanted this to happen but was embarrassed to have it laid out so plainly. Suresh turned to his wife. "None of this will happen without your consent, my dear. I want what you want for us."

Suresh's face with serious. He was giving his wife one more opportunity to change her mind.

"Stop this nonsense! I've seen better acting in the porn flicks you bring home with you."

She threw up her hands mockingly, but there was now a twinkle in her eye.

"You've been staring at her ass ever since you met her. It's pretty obvious what you want. She wants it. So go for it."

Gita made a little wave of her hand to shoo our spouses away for the evening.

Alicia and Suresh stood up. Suresh leaned down and kissed his wife while holding my wife's hand. Suresh had accepted Gita's permission. Our spouses were committed to each other's pleasure for the night.

"Where will I find you... later?" Suresh asked. 

He was happy to have his wife's permission, but he was anxious that the other plans would be set in motion.

"Maybe the lobby. Maybe our room. Maybe Alicia's room."

She smiled coyly. She could have said she would make love to me in the bed Alicia was giving up to be with Suresh, but she did not. I think she had made up her mind and was just having fun teasing her husband.

"Now go. You have my blessing. Steve and I can take care of ourselves."

Suresh seemed to relax at her reassurance and left with my wife. Gita smiled to herself knowing that he would return in the morning with a grin on his face.

I expected to wave to Alicia when she looked over her shoulder, but she never looked back. She may have already forgotten about us. I knew her well. When she was aroused, her whole body would be focused on getting a man (or woman) to give her pleasure.

We paid the bill for dinner and then moved to the lobby. I looked wistfully at the elevators that could have carried us up to our room as we passed by into the cavernous atrium. Gita followed my gaze and read my mind.

"Soon." She squeezed my hand. "It will be soon enough that you will enjoy me."

We sat down by a vertical marble slab. A thin sheet of water flowed continuously down the smooth surface of the stone in sensuous patterns of shimmering light. She closed her eyes. She did not even fold her hands in her lap but I could tell that she was meditating. Her chest rose and fell with her well practiced rhythms. When she finally opened her eyes, a change had come over her. Without letting down her hair or removing an article of clothing, she had transformed herself into a seductress. The butterfly had emerged from the chrysalis.

"I'm ready."

Her body language told me that she did not need any more words to be said. We held hands silently as the elevator took us on the long ride up.

I reached for the light switch when we entered the room. Gita caught my hand and pulled it down gently before the room was flooded with light.

She walked to the window and drew the curtains aside. I followed her and placed my hands on her waist as she looked out into the night.

Her dress fit a little too tightly around her bust. When she was young and modest, she had difficulty hiding her beautiful twin globes. She often wore sweaters when other girls wore sleeveless tank tops. Now that she was the mother of two grown daughters, her breasts had enlarged to a size that were impossible to hide. She was a mature woman now. I wanted her all that much more.

I snapped open the clasp that held the back of her dress together. In the quiet of the darkened bedroom, the sound of the zipper sliding down her back screamed obscenely at our intentions. I kissed her earlobe as I slid the dress off her round shoulders. Our hands met when the dress caught on her wide hips. We pushed together and her dress fell into a puddle around her ankles. She had the full figure of a mature woman with sagging breasts and a large butt. I licked my lips instinctively knowing that I would bury my face in both crevices before morning.

I took one step back and shed my clothes as fast as I could without stumbling. She unclasped her bra and pushed her panties off. She stood facing the lights of the city in just her high heels.

She leaned forward and placed her open palms on the glass. When she moved her feet a few inches apart, the invitation could not have been clearer. She was ready to give her body to another man just for pleasure. The girl who would not consent to premarital sex was now a woman eager for her second extramarital liaison.

I laid my cock between her ass cheeks and slide up the crease. She squeezed her buttocks together, clamping me in a warm embrace. Her breasts swung away from her as she leaned farther forward to grind into me. I molded my chest into her back and wrapped my arms around her. Her nipples hardened as my fingers gripped her breasts firmly and then released. We could each feel the heat build in the other's body as we played our little game of dry humping.

I was freely leaking precum when my hand ventured down her abdomen to the sweet spot between her thighs. Her pubic hair was soft and thick. It was so deliciously old fashioned in a world of shaved pussies to run my fingertips through a natural bush. The crinkled folds of her labia literally dripped with her juices before my fingers easily slipped into her pussy. She was ready to be fucked but we were in no hurry to complete the deed.

With two fingers buried to the knuckles inside her, I pressed firmly against the raw nerve endings that I knew would bring her the first orgasm of the evening. My fingers curled up inside her and stroked her G-spot as my palm rubbed against her clitoris. Her moans told me that I had found the right spot and tempo. 

The smell of her arousal filled my nostrils and reached into the primitive corners of my brain. I was an animal ready to breed and she was my receptive mate. It made no difference that I had no sperm and she had no eggs. We were a mating pair in that manner peculiar to our species. We were doing it just for the fun of it. We were sport fucking. I was making sure she enjoyed it. I knew she would return the favor.

I varied my strokes. Hard and soft. Fast and slow. I could feel her legs trembling before her body began to shake uncontrollably. She screamed and fell limp in my arms. It was still just foreplay. A little orgasm to get her ready for the pounding I intended to give her.

I knelt down behind her, kissed her butt playfully and gently pressed her knees apart. She quickly got the hint and spread her stance until her pussy lips popped open for me. I buried my nose in her crack and inhaled her musk. She reeked of lust. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at her juices. My nose glided along her crack as my tongue flicked out to tease her. She flinched as I paused over her crinkled brown star but she did not pull away. Maybe later I would explore that last of her virginities. I came up for air and positioned myself to enter her.

I let her reach between her thighs to grab my cock. It had to be her initiative. After this, there was no turning back.

She guided my shaft little by little into her depths. We held still for a moment to get accustomed to the wonderful sensation of fucking.

It was what we both had wanted all those years ago. Now our shared wish was fulfilled. The tip of my cock lay behind her womb. I had felt her cervix move forward and her vagina stretch to hold the full length of my erect penis. I could feel the movement inside her core as she breathed deeply with the serenity of a master yoga. I would not withdraw until I had left my seed with her. There was no risk of pregnancy at our age. It was all good clean fun. No barriers kept our flesh from molding together as one in the shared intimacy of mating.

I watched my cock slide out as slowly and intentionally as it had slide in until only the tip was held in the lips of her pussy. My shaft was gleaming with her juices. Her body glowed in the neon lights of the city streaming through the thick glass. Cars ebbed and flowed with the traffic signals far below us. We could see the little dots of pedestrians hurrying along unaware of what that moment meant for us. I thrust back into her with an audible smack that sent ripples through her ample buttocks.

She gasped and stiffened. I just thought she was enjoying my cock until she spoke.

"Look!"

Her voice betrayed a hint of fear that confused me. What could be wrong? It had all been so perfect, I thought. She was enjoying herself. The evening had not been rushed. There was no pressure.

I followed the direction of her gaze like a hunter follows the point of his bird dog. Our room was 18 floors above the people below us but only 4 narrow lanes of traffic and 2 sidewalks from an office building across the street. The executives had left for the day but the cleaning staff had just arrived.

The janitor was a young woman. At least, she would be young for us -- perhaps early 30s. She wore a simple blue tunic and skirt. When she turned on all the lights, we could see her in amazing clarity. She had pulled her hair back from her face into a bun. She had a pleasant face but was not beautiful. She was cute in that "girl-next-door" sort of way. We held our breath as she moved about the room collecting coffee cups and bits of trash left over from the day's meetings. Gita must have felt my cock twitch as the young woman bent over to plug in her vacuum cleaner. She had small pert breasts with a firm ass. 

She had not seen us. She had not imagined that a couple was pressed up against a window fucking while she went about her daily routine. Perhaps the brightness of the reflections from her side of the office window hid us from view even as it exposed her.

Gita was bent over with my cock stuffed in her pussy. We had dreamed about this moment since we were young. We didn't need any more encouragement to make it a really good fuck, but somehow the sight of a stranger unaware of our presence added excitement to a moment that really couldn't get any more exciting.

"You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. So would Suresh."

Gita rotated her hips slowly, bending my cock around inside her. She cooed with pleasure while I concentrated on holding off as I felt my testicles draw into my body for the final push.

"On my Suresh. My dear, dear husband. I hope you enjoy fucking as much as I do now."

Pressed against a window in a darkened hotel room, we had come to the same realization. It would never be the same after that moment. I could have her whenever I wanted her, but I would have to share her with more than just her husband. Like my wife, she was a woman with a sexual appetite who would be happiest when she was sharing herself and her husband with others. The inhibitions that had held her back were now stripped away.




Second Chance For A First Time...



"I never really loved him as much as he did me I just cared about him I liked the way he cared about me we had know each other for a long time something that I thought would work but just didn't , I didn't handle it very well I've hurt him badly ..."

Chris wrapped his hands around the coffee cup and looked into the orange yellow flames.

"It's a hard thing going from friends to lovers..."

'Michael's heart galloped in his chest but he changed the subject quickly.

"So how's Alex ....?"

Chris smiled.

"Actually he found an apartment in the city ..."

"I'm sorry."

Chris shrugged.

"Were still friends it was mutual , we had a good time when we first met moving up here was on a whim we weren't sure what would happen , in fact we slept in separate bedrooms for a while , and well the sex stopped the rest stopped and one day we realized we were more comfortable living as roommates than lovers and he came to me and said there was someone he wanted to start seeing , and I told him I was happy for him and to stay as long as he needed , he said he would like to move to the city as soon as possible he left the next week as soon as a he got an apartment , we still see each other hang out there were no feelings to begin with , there was some great sex a few times ..."

Chris laughed and Michael smiled.

"That was about it ..."

"I wish it was that easy, Richard has loved me for a while..."

Chris got up suddenly and came to were he sat he touched Michaels leg before he really new what he was doing.

"At least you were honest with him..."

"Not soon enough..."

Michael set the coffee cup down god he wanted Chris he wanted him right then and there he got up instead.

"I better get going..."

Chris looked at him a bit bewildered.

"That storm is supposed to get worse Michael."

Chris looked at him almost as if to say I wanted to call you Michael I wanted you here but I knew you were with him, Chris's hand slipped farther up his leg and he moved in close to Michael.

"Michael there has been something I have wanted to say to do for so long since the first time we found ourselves back in this house,"

Michael felt his heart beating in his ears as Chris's mouth gently tasted his lips.

"Chris please...."

Chris sighed and touched the side of his face he began to deepen the kiss willing Michaels mouth open until it did and he kissed him so hard there teeth nearly collided he heard Chris groan in the back of his throat he grabbed onto Michael pulling him down on the couch with him, Michael slipped easily under him , there was nothing left to resist him he felt Chris's hand under his shirt tugging open the button on his jeans he grazed the hardness of his sex and he thought he was going to loose it.

"Chris please not..."

Chris pulled back and tugged off his shirt in one motion he went for Michaels.

"I played nice for as long as I could...."

He smiled at Michael.

"Don't you dare tell me you didn't come here for this; don't you tell me you weren't about ready to do the same thing when you heard I wasn't with Alex anymore?"

Michael smiled softly.

"I feel like I'm telling Richard he was right..."

"So you have had feelings all long for me then? ... well why waist anymore time..."

Chris leaned down to kiss him across the mouth again and Michael moaned.

"mmm that's right baby...."

He felt Chris's hand slip inside his jeans and grip the hotness of his sex; he pulled back and bit his lip.

"What if its just sex...?"

Chris chuckled and stroked Michael between his fingertips...he nibbled his earlobe.

"Don't flatter yourself baby..."

Michael laughed softly hoarsely and tugged off his shirt, he slipped a hand around Chris's arm.

"You better stop that else I'm going to cum right here right know..."

Michael groaned he began to thrust his hips against Chris there was no holding back anyways , Chris kissed his bear chest and then returned to his mouth , before he slipped his hand away and grabbed onto his ass.

"I want to be inside you..."

"Now..."

Chris laughed and dragged him down onto the soft carpet by the fireplace.

"Well maybe we have never done it together but you have done it before..."

"I'm not the virgin I was ten years ago..."

It was strange to think they had both been with other people as he felt the pressure of Chris's sex against him but that all faded as there gaze locked and he felt Chris slip deep inside him and that was all he took he let out a long groan of passion kissing Chris deeply as he came against his belly.

"Yeah baby ...."

Chris whispered nibbling his earlobe he began to moan and grunt his thrust picking up rhythm until he stopped gave one final thrust and then lay down softly on top of Michael and for a long moment they lay there listening to the rain slam on the roof as there hearts thumped together and Michael realized Chris was right, as the initial ache of sexual need flooded out of him he still felt that deep ache all over, he still felt on fire in many ways.

"Cowboy ...."

"hmmmm?"

Chris rose up to look at him.

"You were right ..."

"About what ...."

"I love you; I've never stopped loving you...."

Chris touched his hair ran his fingers through it.

"I love you to baby...."

Chris made a motion to slip free of Michael and he clutched his back rocking against him as he felt his own sex stir he began to feel Chris's as well.

"Mmmm stay with me for a while..."Chris thrust softly inside him as he held him and kissed him he groaned deeply again the passion reawaking quickly he felt Michael go hard against his belly.

"I'll stay with you forever..."

Michael moaned he had a feeling round two wasn't going to last longer either he kissed Chris's mouth.

"Harder..."

They laughed softly together and Chris began to thrust harder and faster this time gazing over Michael stroking his whole body he could barely hang on he watched Michael rise to meet his thrusts listened to his groans and grunts.

"I'm going to cum baby...."

Michael guided Chris's hand to his penis and as Chris stroked him , he came deep inside Michael as Michael came against his fingertips this time he slipped out of Michael and rolled onto his back , Michael nuzzled up to him as they both began to catch there breath , there was a knocking at the front door.

"Who the hell is that ...?"

Michael asked matter of factely Chris sat up and fished for his jeans.

"I haven't a clue ..."

Michael darted off to the bathroom with his clothes as Chris answered the phone barefoot and shirtless.

"Alex....?"

Alex grinned.

"I'm sorry .... I tried your phone but there was no answer..."

His eyes swept the house.

"Noticed the second car bad time?"

Chris smiled and thought of Michael and there romp on the carpet, almost he wanted to say.

"No what's up..."

He stepped back to let Alex in.

"Are you sure I can ...."

"It's fine....you drove all this way...."

"Everything is out at my apartment they won't get stuff up and running till Monday laptops battery only worked for so long .... I don't really ..."

Chris thought of the night he potentially he had planned for the both of them and shrugged.

"Stay its fine...."

"I promise I'll be completely out of the way ...."

As Alex went to grab his laptop and overnight bag Michael came out of the bathroom and smiled.

"Wonder how much he heard?"

Chris pinned him against the wall and kissed him hard.

"mmmm I don't care ..."

Michael pushed him away and followed him towards the living room just as Alex stepped back in the house and practically dropped everything in his hand.

"Michael...?""

"Hi...."

He looked at both of them, Chris smiled and that answered everything for him.

"Wow that's great...listen I'll ... I just have some work to do, really don't mind me ..."

Michael flashed Chris a look.

"No we weren't up to anything anyways your fine wherever in fact...."

Chris pecked Michael's cheek lightly.

"Don't even think about going out there in that storm baby, you'll stay right here for know..."

Just as easily they slipped back into old routines, Alex gave up work for a while and they shared a meal of grilled stakes and baked potatoes.

"So Chris told me a little bit about you Michael ... really you to have now each other that long?"

Michael smiled he felt Chris's hand restlessly on his thigh he looked at him he agreed that they had a lot of catching up to do.

"Well if you count the time our mothers new each other longer ... they met when we were two three?"

"Something likes that ..."

"Then Chris and I got reacquainted when we were about eleven ..."

"And now here you are all these years later, there must be something special there ..."

Michael spoke up.

"I'm sorry if ..."

Alex shrugged.

"Awkward it's not Chris and I broke up mutually, we were better friends..."

It still however did not erase the fact that Chris and Alex had, had sex though. Michael opted to head to bed he striped down to his boxers in the back bedroom and crawled between the sheets listening to the wind and the rain rattle the house, Alex and Chris talking and laughing for a bit longer before he heard Chris's footfalls along the hallway and the shutting of the bedroom door he turned away when Chris crawled in beside him kissing his shoulder blades.

"Come on, you don't know how many times I have dreamed of this moment, please don't ruin it...."

He felt Chris snuggle up to him could tell he was naked and felt his hands roughly tugging at his boxers caressing the lower part of his back, groaning and nibbling his ear and he felt the same way he didn't want to talk about anything rational he wanted to make up for all the forgot years he wanted to have sex with this man until they fell asleep and then tomorrow they would get on to the emotional side of it. His boxers were gone and he could feel Chris pressing into him rocking against him.

"Roll over so I can kiss you baby ... please..."

Michael flopped over to face him and felt Chris's mouth sweetly against his own he felt Chris roll him onto his back and slip between his legs , Chris was in him before he had a chance to think straight and he caught his breath , Chris paused teasing him.

"Yes I had sex with Alex, but its nothing compared to what I have right here in this moment ..."

Michael arched against him. Feeling Chris's sex deep inside him , feeling the sensation of his own hard penis pressed against the firm muscles of Chris's stomach seemed to burn through the physical and into the emotional. They had only been sixteen each others firsts and it had been awkward and clumsy at times , know far more than a decade later this knew sense of sexual awakening compounded with the emotional ache they still held for one another was going to drive Michael over the edge.

"I will say you have picked up a few tricks since we were last together..."

Chris smiled back.

"Mmmm we should of thought of this sooner..."

"Thought of what?"

Michael teased him back , he thrust inside Michael before slipping out of him , Michael squirmed against him almost willing Chris back inside of him. Chris only smirked and fought his own sexual needs he ran his mouth down across Michaels chest , marveling at how he had filled out in weight and muscle over the years he stopped at the thick black patch of hair that curled up just below his belly , he felt Michaels hips thrust against him a long soft groan move from his lips and caught him softly pressing him down onto the bed he started at the tip of Michaels penis working his tongue down along the shaft. Michael moved harder against the sheets Chris felt Michael's fingers press down into his shoulders as Chris gently sucked Michael into his mouth working the long glorious hot seven inches of thick flesh into his mouth inch by inch until Michaels moans and groans began to pick up a steady rhythm. Pulling back he rose up to bring Michaels mouth to his kissing him deeply feeling a sweet rush as there tongues swept against each other. Michael pulled back from the kiss after a long moment and slipped down on the bed he didn't show as much kindness towards Chris he was to eager to feel this man inside him once again. Cupping Chris's ass in his hand he brought the tip of his penis between his lips and sucked him down into his mouth until Chris had tangled his fingertips in Michael's hair and was thrusting in a constant rhythm. Michael brought him to the edge and then rolled back onto the bed , Chris read his thoughts in a second he slid on top bringing his hungry mouth up to Michaels he kissed Michael deeply as he pressed the tip of his sex against Michael willing him to open to surrender to him. Michael groaned white hot in his need and pushed down on Chris until he felt he couldn't go any farther into him. 

"Oh baby you feel so good to me ...."

Chris thrust in and out building a slow steady rhythm, Michael latched his legs around Chris and drove his fingertips into his back biting down softly on his lip.

"You feel pretty damn good to me to cowboy ...."

Michael moaned and thrust back on Chris.

"Harder .... Make me cum like I never have before..."

Chris pulled back from Michaels hungry mouth and held him down on the bed by his wrists he thrust in long slow strokes deep inside Michael before he let out a final cry of surrender and let out a long steady sticky stream against Chris's belly , Chris thrust deep inside Michael letting out a long groan he collapsed beside him.

"You've warren me out ..."

"Get some rest cowboy it isn't over yet."