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Bob & Marcy Ch. 01

By: bobizagingwell



Part 1

 They were older when they met at work. Both had relationships that had not worked out. Both fell in love with the bright, cheery attitude of the other. They dated for a long while, not wanting to ruin the relationship with sexual contact. Instead they courted each other, sending each other funny cards and flowers and little gifts. They would leave special items on each other's desks. They were falling deeply in love, and as with all relationships, conversation over pleasant wines would and could turn to talk of sex.

Bob had always fantasized about the diversity of the sexual relationship. He had often wondered what oral sex felt like for a woman, and what she would feel when having oral sex with a man. Often, he would think he was gay, or at least bisexual. In his sexual relationships in the past, he had often kissed a woman deeply after she performed oral sex on him, savoring the taste and smell of a man. He would often perform oral sex on a partner after intercourse. And this night, he shared his sexual reality with Marcy.

Marcy had never had sex with a woman, and had never even considered the possibility. She had some trouble relating to what Bob was telling her. And, of course, her first reaction was the typically that of a 30 year old single female .."just as I thought, all the good ones are gay!". But somehow, listening to this handsome, sexy man relate his innermost sexual feelings to her was quite a turn on.

She point blank asked him, "Are you gay?"

Bob was not offended at all by the inquiry, and answered truthfully, without hesitation, "I had a sexual experience with a man. It happened about 10 years ago, after a bachelor party that was being held quite a distance from my home. They were showing X-rated movies, and to say the least they were doing their job. I was feeling quite aroused. The guy I was staying with at the hotel noticed that I was getting pretty drunk, and suggested we go back to our room and get some rest so we'd be ready for the wedding early the next afternoon. I found out later that he was bisexual. Anyway, when we got back to the hotel, I stripped and dropped into the bed, feeling a little woozy from all the booze. I put one leg on the floor to stop the room from spinning. I must have passed out, for the next thing I remembered, was a hand on my crotch, rubbing me. I was getting turned on again, and not really thinking about who it was. I turned my head and opened my eyes, and here was my friends hard dick just inches from my face. At first I was surprised, then curious, and finally sucking," Bob explained.

"You sucked a man?" Marcy asked, not disdainfully, but rather with a certain curiously sexual inference.

Bob continued, "Yeah, for a few seconds. Unfortunately, the dizzying effects of the alcohol were still all to powerful, and I got up from the bed, bounded into the bathroom and threw up. Poor guy must have thought that I was totally repulsed by the moment."

Marcy curled her legs up into a ball on her couch, and leaned toward Bob. She was getting quite turned on by this conversation, and she didn't understand why. She had been physically sickened in the past, when she and her girlfriends had spoken on the sex habits of gay men.

"What happened when you came back into the room? she asked.

"I laid down on the other bed. He came over to me, sucked on my cock for a few moments. Turned into a 69 and offered his cock to me again," Bob explained.

"Apparently he didn't think you were too disgusted by it," she laughed.

"Yeah, apparently not," Bob laughed in return. "We continued sucking on each other, until I passed out. I woke up the next morning with him naked next to me. I don't think anything else happened. We just got up, showered, and went to the wedding. Nothing was ever said of the events of that night again."

"Have you had sex with a man since?" she asked. She was surprised by her need to know. It was quite obvious that this conversation was having a effect on her. She had pulled her knees up into her chest, looking like a little schoolgirl waiting for the next tasty tidbit of gossip. But her face told another story. He face was flushed, and her breathing was labored. She was having trouble forming the words.

"A few years ago, when I lived in Phoenix, a man who was a friend of my ex-wife's asked if I wanted to go out for drinks. On the way back to my house, he asked if I was into sex. I, of course said, yes. He then leaned over and kissed me, putting his hand on my crotch. I pushed him away, quite violently, which I've always thought was kind of funny. I did not hesitate to stick a man's cock in my mouth, but just the thought of kissing a man gave me the heebie-jeebies," Bob explained as his voice trailed off.

Marcy could tell from Bob's actions that there was more to tell, and she now desperately wanted to hear it.

"What happened next?" she asked, hoping for something special. She wasn't disappointed.

"We drove the rest of the way in silence. Him feeling totally mortified. I was feeling ... I was feeling... hell, I don't know what I was feeling. Slightly turned on. The memory of what a cock felt like in my mouth was very vivid. I did want to try it again."

Bob stopped for a moment, reached over for his glass of wine, took a big drink and continued. Marcy repositioned herself on the couch, with one of her heels rubbing her in such a way that she was now not only getting aural, but physical inspiration as well!

"When we arrived back at my house, we parked in an adjacent parking lot. It was protected by old cottonwoods. No one can see in, and you can't see out. We got out of my car, you know that old Beetle I had when I first came here? And we walked toward the house in silence. As we passed his truck, I stopped, grabbed his arm, and climbed into the bed of his pickup. I unzipped my pants, he did the same, and we were naked from the waist down in seconds. He lay down and I arranged myself in a 69 over him. I slipped his cock slowly into my mouth. And then went crazy, sucking, licking. I took him all the way in. I could feel his cock curving down my throat. It was all way to much for him and he started to cum. It seemed like gallons. I didn't think of swallowing or what to do with it in my mouth, I just kept pumping my hand and my head in unison on his cock until he finished. He rolled me over and finished me off in a minute or so. We straightened up and went into the house. His wife was due to arrive in a few moments, so I opened a bottle of wine for them and sat down on my chair and watched some TV. We said NOTHING until she arrived. I offered her a drink, she asked how our evening went, I said just fine, and they left. I never saw them again."

Marcy was getting totally flushed. She had never been turned on by sex talk, and had been repulsed by the thought of two men together, but this man was getting even more gorgeous in her eyes with his honesty and candor. Those were traits she admired most in men. She reached out and touched his cheek. It would from this point forward, be her way of expressing acceptance of whatever they discussed. When they would fight, when the issue was resolved, she would smile and touch his cheek in the same way.

"I thank you for telling me these things. I am surprised because you seem so masculine. I am also very attracted to you right now." She lowered her face, looking at the floor.

"Can we go upstairs?" she quietly asked.

Bob leaned forward, kissed her on the cheek, grabbed her hand and led her upstairs. That night, they made love. It should have been hot and nasty, as the previous revelations would seem to have dictated. Instead it was warm and loving. It was sensual. They shared every inch of their bodies. There was no awkwardness as is usually the case with the first time, but rather a sensual, loving, slow experience of lovemaking. They would make love, sleep a short while then wake up and start over. No part was off limits, no part went untouched. Early in the morning, with the sun raising, they finally fell asleep.

Part 2

When Marcy woke, with Bob lying next to her, she had wondered how this had happened so quickly. Well, quickly for their plan. They had been dating for nearly a year and a half now. That was an eternity for most couples. She looked at him and realized that she was deeply in love with this man. She also realized that she wanted to experience some of the same things that he had. Maybe even with women. Her mind raced with thought. As she kissed him the night before, after he had so completely satisfied her orally, she could not help but wonder what he had felt. She licked his chin and face to taste herself. At one point, when he was lovingly between her legs, she lifted a breast to her mouth and sucked on her nipple, wondering about other women and sharing them with Bob. She also visualized her with another man, with Bob there. She reached over and touched his cheek. He moved slightly, taking a deep contented sigh, and rolled on his back. She kissed his lips. He awakened, somewhat startled. They laughed and made love again. And she knew that her sexual secrets needed to be shared as well.

The next few days were filled with lazy lovemaking. Since it was the weekend, they could listen to music, or take a walk hand in hand, make some experimental food dishes, and just generally chill. While working on a special pasta salad, Marcy looked timidly at Bob and said she had something she needed to tell him, but was nervous about it.

"As long as it doesn't involve sheep in Times Square, you have no reason to be nervous. And even if it is sheep in Times Square, I'll be accepting if you have the associated video tape", Bob teased with a sly smile on his face.

Marcy laughed. She had such an infectious laugh when something tickled her. It would start as a silent shaking of shoulders. Eventually, her face would turn red and her eyes would water. And nobody was immune. One look at her beautifully contorted face, and you found yourself in a similar situation. She laughed so hard, she needed to lean on Bob for support. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed as well. Not so much at his lame attempt at humor, but from her hysteria!

Marcy began to calm down. Taking short staccato breaths, not unlike those associated with a good cry. Bob looked down to make sure it was still from laughter. And it dawned on him she was laughing, not so much from what he said, but from nervousness. He took his hand and lifted her face to his, and gently kissed her on the lips.

"You can tell me anything," he said as he kissed her again.

She returned his kiss with passion. She took both of her hands and held his face, pulled his lips to her. She gently ran her tongue around his lips and mouth. Pausing to gently suck on his upper lip, then his lower, and then finally, a hot passionate kiss. She felt safe. She felt secure. She set aside the pasta, covered it with a tea towel, and took his hand, leading him to the living room and her couch.

"I have secrets, too. I want to tell you about them. Is that okay?"

"Of course, you can tell me anything!" he said.

"And you promise you won't be jealous or angry?" she asked with a look of near panic.

What was she going to tell him? He knew that as in love as he was, there could be things she could say that may make him feel uncomfortable, maybe even jealous. He could not imagine what they could be, though.

"I can't promise I won't have a tinge of jealousy. I think I can promise that I won't get angry. As much as I am dying to hear what you want to share, I must be honest."

Marcy reached out, and gently touched his cheek and said, "Thank you. I love your honesty, and I think I can tell you anything. You are the best friend I have ever had!"

Bob smiled in return, and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, then settled back into the couch to hear her revelations.

"I never thought I would tell anybody about this. I have been carrying it with me since my senior year of college. None of my girlfriends even know. I feel I can get it out and have someone listen who would understand what it is to be lustful." she said, as she nervously licked her lips.

"Tell me," Bob smiled. He realized that for Marcy, sex had been part of lovemaking. The lust part was really foreign to her. She had only been with a couple of men her whole life and each relationship grew from friendship to love of sorts before they retired to the bedroom. He took her hand, and kissed her palm.

She swallowed hard, "You remember Bob. College Bob. The football player and my college love?"

"OOPS." Bob thought. Now he knew what could possibly make him angry. This troll had kept her as his trophy girl all through college and two weeks before their planned wedding, he called from Cancun to tell her he had married another woman. Bob bit his lower lip and nodded to let her know he remembered College Bob.

"One weekend our senior year, we went to a movie house in Chicago. They were showing some sexy films. Not really adult. I guess you would call them "softporn". I began to get rather turned on by the whole thing, as did Bob. He reached over and grabbed my breast, and I in turn began to stroke him. Before long, we were in various stages of undress. He was touching me everywhere, the sounds of love coming from the screen I think pretty much drowned out our moaning." she said, telling it matter of factly. Bob listened intently, as his initial jealousy turned to interest.

"He pulled me toward him, and pushed me gently toward his lap. I could not believe I was doing this in public, but before long I was on my knees before him. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed, as he was very into what I was doing. The shock was the man looking over his shoulder, watching me. The shock turned to lust, as I realized I enjoyed having him watch. I continued to suck on Bob, he was getting closer to orgasm. The man licked his lips, watching. I stopped for a moment and Bob opened his eyes to see why. I motioned with my eyes to the man over his shoulder and he looked in that direction, smiled, and leaned back to enjoy what I was doing. The man looked at Bob, then at me. I put my hand on the seat next to Bob and patted it, hoping he would take the hint and move into that seat. He disappeared, and I went back to work on Bob. He was so close to cumming. I wanted it to last, so every so often I would take his cock out of my mouth, and squeeze just below the head. One of those great "Cosmopolitan Sex Tips", she laughed. He face was flushed as she told this story to the man she was convinced was her lifemate. She felt totally at ease even to the point of using the word "cock", which always seemed so foreign and obscene to her in the past.

Bob had to admit, this story was very sexy. And in spite of the fact she was telling him about oral sex with a man he hated for hurting her so badly, he was happy she was finally sharing this with someone, and honored that it was with him!

"So, I continued to work on Bob, when this man came and took the seat next to him. Bob looked over, and smiled again. I reached over and began to rub this man's crotch. He was huge. Here I was, semi-naked, on my knees in a theatre, sucking my fiance while touching the penis of another man. I got totally wrapped up in the moment. I tried to undo his belt, but couldn't. He took the hint and undid his pants and pulled them down. I stroked his cock, while sucking Bob. Bob saw what I was doing, moaned loudly and filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed as much as I could, gave the head one last lick and slid over in front of my new friend. I lowered my head to his cock. It was much bigger than Bob's and I was only able to get about half of it in my mouth." she explained, as she stopped and reached for her bottled water. Her voice sounded raspy as her mouth dried out, telling this incredible story.

"I sucked on this man's cock like no other. I moved my head and my hand in unison until I noticed his balls contracting, moving up. I increased the speed of my head and hand until he came. It was everywhere. I had never seen so much. There was no way I could take it all in my mouth. I pulled away for a second, thinking he had stopped, and as I did, another arch of cum came from his penis and landed on my forehead and bridge of my nose. I lowered my head again, and took him back in my mouth. After several more spurts he collapsed back into his seat. I ran my finger across my face, collecting his cum, and then licked if off sensually while staring him in the eye."

Marcy leaned back into the couch. She took a sip of her water and closed her eyes. Bob moved closer to her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks for choosing me to hear that story," he smiled and he gently stroked her cheek. They kissed.

"There's more," she whispered softly as they kissed.

Bob sat back and smiled and said, "Continue, please!" Although he wasn't sure he wanted to hear more.

"I kind of went on a binge. I sucked two more men in the theatre that night. They were friends of ol' big dick," she said, stopping abruptly. "Can you believe I said that? Ol' big dick?"

She threw her head back in laughter. "I can't believe I said that!"

Bob laughed with her. He held her. When the moment passed, she continued.

"For several weeks after that, Bob would bring a friend when he came to visit. I would be on my knees, usually before they had their coats off, sucking cocks. It continued until one night, as we were planning our honeymoon, Bob said that he was happy to have such a little whore for a fiancee. I laughed at first, but he cut me off, telling me he was serious. I was his little whore. To say the least, that brought me back to earth. I never did that again. Bob and I began to drift apart, and while we continued with our wedding plans, I knew that our relationship was ending. I felt I needed to tell you about my sexual past, as well as the truth about my breakup with Bob. Of course, he took the gutless way out, but at least he saved me from a life with him." she said, as a tear formed.

Bob was not sure if this was a tear of loss, or a tear of resignation for finally coming to terms with her past, and sharing it with another human being. Bob took Marcy into his arms and said, "I love you with all my heart. I will be here for you, forever!"

Part 3

Their relationship became closer. Their love continued to grow. They shared their secret wants and desires with each other. They shared their fantasies. Each time, their lovemaking was more intense, more enjoyable.

"I would like to see that," Marcy said one night, as they lay in bed naked.

"What you were talking about?"

"Men sucking each other. It sounds so sexy when you share your fantasies with me. Can you rent movies like that? With men and women?"

This was a surprise, he never imagined that she would want to rent "dirty movies" as she called them.

"Yes, I would assume you could find them. They seem to have just about everything on video these days," he answered.

"Let's go get one. Now!" she said, as she bounded out of the bed and began to put on her jeans.

"Now? It's 11:30! We have to go to work in the morning," he said, suddenly realizing he sounded rather whiny. He laughed to himself as he got up, got dressed and headed for the door.

Part 4

It was embarrassing at the video store. Neither one of them knew what to ask for. After browsing through the adult section and not finding any films dealing with two men and a women, other than the typical hard-core stuff, they had to go to the counter to ask. Of course, a young woman of college age was working. Bob sheepishly asked if they had any adult films with two men and a woman. She said there were plenty in the adult section. Bob then explained they wanted to see men and women all involved in sex acts with each other. The young attendant looked confused for a moment and then lit up and loudly proclaimed, "Oh, you want bisexual movies!" The video store went silent and people all looked at them. Bob managed a muted thank you, and they headed back to the adult section, heads hung low.


Bob & Marcy Ch. 01



They found what appeared to be a hot tape. Lying in bed, Marcy seemed in a trance watching the video. The movie started with a couple, having sex in a hot tub and before long a man joined them The men licked and sucked on the woman for a while. One of the men then entered the woman and they slowly began to fuck. The other man crawled onto the edge of the hottub and the woman began to suck him Soon, the man who was fucking moved his face closer to the woman as she sucked the other man. An audible gasp escaped from Marcy's mouth. She was slowly stroking Bob's penis as they watched. The woman took the man's cock from her mouth and pointed it to the man. He tentatively licked the head and then began to suck in earnest as she licked the man's balls. The rest of the movie was pretty typical. The man and woman fuck, he pulls out, cums on her stomach as the other man stoked his own cock and then emptied himself on her breasts.

"That was hot. But I really want to see a man suck off another man until he cums," she said matter of factly.

"You are amazing me. The other day, you nearly gagged when you said "cock" and now you are spouting out colorful epithets like a pro!"

She smiled at Bob. She loved the way he spoke, the words he used. She loved the way that just his presence had opened up a new door to sexuality for her. She loved the fact that lust had a place in her life. She kissed him deeply, and whispered, "Would you suck a man for me?"

He pulled away from her, looking into her eyes, wondering why she was asking this question. Fantasy was one thing, but reality can sometimes be totally devastating to a couple.

"I would do anything for you," he softly spoke as he kissed her neck. "But are you sure this is what you want? To bring another man into our bedroom. To share that intimacy with someone else?"

She took his face into her hands, sternly looked into his eyes and said, "I am awakening to a new world. I love you. I only want you. But I want to experience some things that prior to the last few weeks, I never even dreamed about. I was able to have sex only once in my life without the strings of love attached. I want to do that again. I do not want to become romantically involved with anyone else, I just want to experience everything with you. I want to watch you suck off a man. I want to help you do it. I want to kiss you as his cock slides between our lips." As she spoke, she began kissing his neck and chest, between kisses moving lower, until finally she took his hard cock deep into her mouth. She had never been able to actually "deep throat" Bob before, but she was so turned on, that she took him deep into her throat. She was surprised when his pubic hair tickled her nose.

She pulled Bob from her mouth, and squeezed his cock, producing a large drop of pre-cum that she smoothed over her nipple. She offered it to Bob and he willingly licked it clean.

"You love the taste of cum as do I. Lets find someone so you can suck him for me. And suck him for you!"

They made love, and when they awoke the next morning, they made plans!

Part 5

"But where do we find someone. I don't know of anybody around here who we could nonchalantly walk up to and say, `Hi, My name is Bob and could we suck your dick?'"

"I know exactly where to go. I read about this in the Advocate. In Columbus, you can rent bisexual men. We could get a room, invite one in, have some sex, find out if we like it, and send him on his merry way," she offered, as if she had just discovered the secrets of cold fusion!

"Rent a man? A male prostitute? Are you kidding?" he said, on the verge of laughing hysterically.

"Knock it off, funnyman, I am serious," she said, sounding allot like a third grade teacher he once had, scolding him into embarrassment. "Where could we find someone here, and what if we did? If word got out that we were experimenting with bisexuality it would be a blow, pardon the pun, to your professional future."

He saw the headlines now. Major broadcaster fires employee caught with cock in his mouth while girlfriend watches in awe. She was right.

"Okay, Princess Plan-a-lot, when do we go?"

"Now!"

She was spontaneous if nothing else.

Part 6

They arrived in Columbus in about 2 hours. They checked into the Embassy Suites hotel on the northside of town. The room was large, with a sitting area, a king sized bed in the back room, a small kitchette with coffeemaker and refrigerator and a rather large TV with a VCR. They looked in the classifieds of the paper until they found a listing for a masculine man for men listing. She called, and a rather sexy male voice answered.

"Hi, I really don't know how to handle this but I am calling about your ad in the paper," she said, her voice an octave or so higher from her nervousness.

"Yes, I am a man who enjoys the company of other men. I charge a flat fee of $150 an hour and that covers everything," the mystery voice explained.

"Oh," she said, trying to think of how to close the deal. "Everything includes both of us touching you, or vice versa?"

"I can tell you that I will come to your place for $150 an hour and you will not be disappointed."

It dawned on her that what they were proposing was illegal, and he could not say he would have sex with her and Bob over the phone.

"When can you get here?" she asked.

"I can be there by 8 if you want just an hour, but if you want me for a longer period of time, I could be there by 11," he said.

She told Bob of the possible arrangements, and they opted for 11pm.

"We're in room 442," she said. "And we'll see you at 11."

She hung up the phone, and her whole body went limp on the couch. "

"His name is Adam. He'll be here at 11. I will then make some quick small talk with a man I have never met and then watch you suck him off. What am I doing???" she asked, as her body began to shake, and that sexy special laugh took over. They laughed together for several minutes, then kissed, and left to buy some booze and rent a video if they could find one. This was going to be an amazing night.

Part 7

They were nervous, as they showered together. It was a few minutes before 11, and in anticipation of the big event, they were washing each other with deliberate enthusiasm, scrubbing intimate parts of each other's bodies. They stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off, kissed and went into the sitting area and made a drink. Absolut and soda was their favorite. Ironic, Bob often thought, that they liked so many of the same things. And after this evening, he thought the male anatomy was another thing they shared. He smiled.

"What are you planning?" she asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking how we both like so many of the same..."

His sentence was cut short by a knock on the door. Marcy choked on her drink, and coughed out a mouthful. It was very reminiscent of an old Martin and Lewis bit.

She reached for his dress shirt and put it on. He sat down nude on the couch. She went to the door, opened it, and was completely speechless. Could not say a word. Stared blankly at a very attractive mid-20's blonde man dressed in a navy shirt and khaki pants.

"Are you Marcy," he asked.

"Who?" she muttered. "Oh, Marcy, yes. Hi, Adam?"

He nodded.

"Come in please. Bob this is Adam."

"Pleased to meet you," Bob said, rising out of the chair to shake hands, oblivious to his nakedness.

"Pleasure is mine," Adam said. His smile was genuine and his appearance was just what they ordered.

Marcy suddenly realized that she was standing in them middle of the room with only Bob's shirt on. Of course, she had not buttoned it, so her breasts were in plain view. She began to button the shirt when Adam reached out and stopped her.

"You are gorgeous. Please take that off, while I get comfortable."

Bob approached him and paid him his fee. And asked if they needed more time could they pay at the end of the first hour. Adam agreed to the arrangements and proceeded to take off his clothes. Bob moved to the king sized bed and watched with Marcy as a very sexy man stripped in front of them. He was soon nude, and in his semi-erect state, his cock appeared very large. He walked toward the bed, took one of Marcy's hands, and one of Bob's and placed them together on his cock.

"This is the first time for you two, isn't it?" he asked. "And I'll bet it was your idea, right?"

Marcy looked up from his cock, which she shared with her best friend in the world and saw Adam's blue gray eyes looking at her, which for some reason surprised her..

"Yes, Bob told me of an experience he had with a man, and I want to share that with him," she explained.

Adam put his hands behind their heads and drew them toward his cock. It was nearly erect now. Bob figured it measured 9 inches. Marcy just thought it looked to big to be practical.

Their faces touched and she leaned into Bob and they stared at the beautiful cock just inches from their mouths. Adam thrust his hips toward them, and Bob stuck out his tongue and licked the head. Marcy's breath caught as she watched Bob bath this man with his tongue. She lightly tongued the other side, moved their hands and licked the shaft down to his balls. He was shaved somewhat, with only a patch of pubic hair above his cock. His balls were clean, which seemed rather sissy-fied to Marcy. She nearly broke into one of her laughing fits when she thought of this sight. Bob licking the head of this man's cock, as she licked his shaft and balls, and the word "sissy-fied" popping into her head. She quickly lost that thought, though, as she saw Bob move forward and take this man's entire penis into his mouth. His nose was shoved into Adam's pubic hair. He let out a low moan, obviously enjoying the feel of Bob's throat. Marcy looked at and studied Bob's face. His cheeks were sucked in as his tongue worked on the underside of Adam's cock. His throat looked too big, and she tried to imagine where the tip of Adam's cock was right now. She felt moisture run out of her, and down her leg, as her lust grew. She licked Bob's lips, and the bottom of Adam's cock, as Bob got into a rhythm.

Bob would take Adam's cock in his mouth, with just the tip of it inside his lips, and then thrust it all down his throat in one movement. He did this time and time again, as Adam thrust his hips to meet Bob's mouth. Bob slowed, and took Adam from his mouth, offering it to Marcy. She licked around the head, as Bob joined her. She would pull his cock to the side, and passionately kiss Bob, then slide his cock between their lips. She could feel Bob's lips touching hers mixing with the sensual feel of Adam's spongy cock head. She felt an orgasm coming on. She grabbed Bob's hand and put it on her pussy, and he massaged her clit and put a finger deep inside. She came on the spot, moaning in pleasure around Adam's cock and Bob's lips.

Adam informed them that he was going to cum, too. Marcy quickly recovered from her earth shattering orgasm and licked aggressively around Adam's cock head, then grabbing it and feeding it to Bob. Bob pumped his head and his hand in unison, trying to coax Adam's cum from his cock. It didn't take long, as Adam's balls tightened, Bob removed his mouth and pumped his cock with his hand, aiming it toward his open mouth. A large surge of cum exploded from his cock, shooting right into Bob's mouth and chin. Bob closed his mouth around his cock, and moved his hand. Adam pumped and pumped his cock into Bob's throat, moaning with each thrust and each surge of his cum. Some of it ran down Bob's chin and Marcy quickly licked it up. As Adam withdrew, his orgasm complete, Marcy kissed Bob deeply, sharing this other man's cum with her lover and best friend. They passed it back and forth, not intentionally, but just through the natural action of mouths and tongues kissing. Neither one of them wanting to swallow it, as both wanted this moment to last forever. Finally, Marcy pushed Bob onto his back and kissed him deeply, allowing Adam's cum to run from her mouth to his. She heard him swallow several times. This completed the act. The sensual act of sharing a man. His cock. His cum. Their kiss became softer, more loving. She stared down at him, and stroked his cheek.

Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed now, watching this moment on the bed. He had serviced many men, and not just a few couples, but he was even touched by their love and the moment they were sharing. He climbed up and wrapped his arms around them.

"Should the star of this show now experience the same pleasure he was so willing to give?" asked Adam, with a big smile on his face, his now semi-hard cock resting on Bob's stomach.

"I think he deserves the best," she answered, climbing off Bob and leaning onto some pillows at the head of the bed. "Please, make him cum!"

Adam bent over Bob's cock, and went to work.

Part 8

The next morning, over a continental breakfast, they ruminated over the night's activities. Yes, they both enjoyed it. No, no one was jealous. They ended up paying for Adam's services for three hours. Marcy felt the sexiest part of the night was she and Adam in a 69, with Bob licking his balls and anus. Although in her mind, the most loving part of the evening, was sharing that beautiful man's cock and watching in awe, as Bob deep throated him. She felt as though the image of Adam's first shot of cum into Bob's mouth would live with her forever. They made plans for a return visit. They got Adam's private number. They were even deeper in love. And they discussed more fantasies.

But that is for another time.



Bob & Marcy Ch. 02



In the weeks that followed their adventure in Columbus, they didn't talk much about the incredible weekend they had shared. Both feared the other thought they had gone too far. This worried them both, as communicating was their strength.

As they sat at the dinner table, having one of Bob's world famous (at least in his mind) low fat burrito dinners, Marcy posed the question.

"Okay, you think I was wrong to suggest what we did, don't you?" she asked, looking directly into his eyes to get his reaction. Bob spoke more with his eyes than his mouth.

"No, sweety, I thought you were having problems with it," he offered.

"I just felt funny talking about it, I guess. I was quite aggressive in getting it arranged and worried that maybe you found that pushy," she said, as her eyes dropped to look toward her plate.

Bob stood and walked around the table, took her cloth napkin and wiped a bit of sour cream from the corner of her mouth, and kissed her.

"I want you to know something. I adore you. I need you to be a part of my life. I will experience anything and everything with you. But remember, I need nothing else but you. Yes, I truly enjoyed the things we did and will enjoy the experiences to come, but you are what I desire most," he explained.

She kissed him even before he finished the sentence. They finished their dinner, broke out their favorite George Benson CD and made love on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Part 2-

The weekend was coming up. It was warm and sunny. A cool breeze blew in off the lake, keeping it very comfortable. They were spending the week at her parents home west of Cleveland. It was a large colonial home right on the cliffs overlooking the lake. They sat in deck chairs at the edge of the cliff, watching the cargo ships and sailboats play tag on the water in the distance. They were holding hands, having a cool summer drink and not really saying much of anything. They both enjoyed that part of their relationship the most. The ability to be happy and content with silence. Most people, they had found, felt the need to talk, to avoid quiet moments. They savored them. It was like a recharging of energies.

The wind blew through her hair as she leaned back in the old wooden chair, her body stretched out. She was wearing a midriff style blouse, that revealed her perfectly formed stomach. He looked upon her beauty. He was drawing a mental picture that he would call upon many times in the future. He followed the curves of her body with his eyes, from her feet, up her calf to her slightly bent knees, on to her wonderful thighs. She told him many times that she hated her short stubby legs, but they were very lovely. He admired the way they flowed into her torso. His eyes gazed upon her stomach, and up to her breasts, so perfectly formed and outlined by the wind blowing her blouse tightly against her skin. Her nipples were taught, teased by the cool breeze. He looked up, past her gorgeous neck, and stopped as he looked upon her beautiful face. He only then noticed that she was looking right at him.

"Did you enjoy your tour?" she laughed.

"Yes, Madame, very much thank you. It's like a trip to the museum. You see the same things on each visit, but you always find something new in them to admire," he smiled. She squeezed his hand.

"Martha is coming to visit tonight. She is engaged you know. Again!" she said, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm sunshine on her body.

Martha was an old college friend. In fact, they had gone to school together since kindergarten, and when the college financial aid papers came, they filled them out together, applied for the same scholarships and both received them from the same university. They were roommates for four years. They came of age together, through failed relationships and both, interestingly enough, were left at the alter. Bob liked her. She was funny, with a quick sarcastic wit that could cut the most loutish oaf down to size. She was the physical opposite of Marcy. Tall and dark. During their school days they often were called Mutt and Jeff.

"How many times is this?" Bob wondered aloud.

"Fianc‚ number four, but she claims that she's going to stop at five," she said, turning to Bob and smiling. "I saw him the other night. He's very handsome, tall and dark with a dark complexion. They make a striking couple."

"Oh, lusting after other men, again, are you?" he teased.

"I learned from the best," she laughed, as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Her breasts grazed his arm and he felt the overwhelming urge to pull her onto the grass and have his way with her. Of course, the elderly couple next door probably wouldn't appreciate it.

Marcy leaned back in her chair. "Mom and Dad won't be home now until Tuesday. They decided to stay in Sarasota a few more days to visit with Aunt Gladys."

"That's too bad, I was looking forward to spanking the tar out of your Dad at the club," he joked, since her father was a scratch golfer and he couldn't actually remember ever winning a hole, let alone a round. He did genuinely like her parents. They reminded him of his own. At the same time, he was happy to have a weekend alone with her. Regardless of their history, when they visited Mom and Dad's, they had proper sleeping arrangements. With them gone, they managed to sleep together in the family room on the couch. Even with the folks gone, it would be disrespectful to share a bed. She was so old fashioned, and he loved it

"Martha and Eddie will be here around 8. We'll have some dinner in the Flats and come back here for a drink or two here after, and maybe a swim, okay?"

"Sounds good to me. I guess she needs our seal of approval?" he asked.

"Exactly, although my seal has been tarnished by my hesitant acceptance of the first three. I should have told her what I really thought," she laughed. "This guy could be in for a rough evening."

Part 3

They ate at the Bandstand Restaurant. To the casual observer, the two couples differences would be striking. Bob and Marcy with obvious northern European roots, both blonde with blue eyes and fair skin. Martha and Eddie looked very Mediterranean, with olive skin and dark hair. They enjoyed a nice dinner. Martha and Marcy settled into girl talk, all but ignoring the guys. Both men seemed okay with it. Bob learned that Eddie was an investment banker, had never been married, and genuinely thought Martha was a God-send. Bob liked him. As the conversation between them waned, Marcy suggested the whole group head back to her parent's house.

"Did you remember to bring your suits, you know how much fun the pool is at night!" she asked with childlike excitement. The pool had always been the cornerstone of friend and family entertaining there. Bob had heard numerous stories of high school pool parties, and her father's constant hike down the cliff to break up adolescent hormonal entanglements, as he put it!

"Yes, and a change of clothes too. I was hoping for a sleep over like in the old days. You know how much I hate driving to the east side after a night at your Mom and Dad's," Martha said, smiling. In spite of their physical differences, Martha had the same energetic smile as Marcy. A product of their long term friendship, no doubt.

They paid the bill and each couple left arm in arm.

Part 4

The water was warm, as the pool was heated, but the early June nighttime air was cool. The girls were relaxing on floating seats, the guys in the water nearby. They all had drinks and were getting slightly giddy. Jokes became much funnier, and the friskiness of young couples in love became evident and stolen kisses became more obvious and longer in duration.

Bob and Marcy were holding each other on one side of the pool, while Martha and Eddie did the same on the opposite.

"Lets get in the hot-tub, I'm getting cold. Care to join us, Martha?" Marcy asked.

"You two go ahead. We'll be along in a bit," she replied.

Bob and Marcy climbed into the hot tub. The shock of going from the cool night air to the hot tub took their breath away, but the whirlpool jets soon settled them down, as they held each other close, watching Martha and Eddie in the pool.

"I like him, Bob. He seems to genuinely love her. Did you notice anything that could be of concern for Martha?"

"No. I think he does care for her very much," he offered. "And they do make a great looking couple. I had never seen Martha in a swimsuit. She really is a knockout isn't she?"

"Yes she is. But she has those damn legs! You know the one's that go all the way to the top!," she laughed then looked at her own.

"Don't even go there. You are gorgeous, and I could not help but notice that Eddie thought so, too."

"Oh, really," she said in mock disgust. "He can't take his eyes off Martha."

"He was checking you out. Trust me! Men in love have built-in `other guys checking out your chick' radar," he laughed. She joined in and they hugged even tighter, as they looked again in the direction of Martha and Eddie. Their kissing had taken a decidedly intimate turn. Eddie was sitting in the water, on the pool steps with Martha on his lap. They kissed passionately. Bob and Marcy watched while gently stroking each other. Marcy rubbing Bob's chest and he caressing her back. He noticed a change in her breathing, as if the scene being played out in front of them was having a serious effect on her libido. As he thought this, she looked up and him, and pulled his face to hers. They kissed passionately, as she repositioned herself, pressing her breasts into his chest.

They got lost in the moment, and would have remained lost, had not the sound of splashing water interrupted them Marcy jumped, momentarily taking a mental trip back to her high school days. She literally forgot where she was and, for that matter, when she was as she assumed the sound was her Dad catching her kissing a boy! She was relieved to see it was Martha and Eddie slipping into the hot tub.

They laughed and joked for a bit. Then turned their entire attention to their partners. Each kissed and hugged in the warm water.

"I'm beginning to feel prune like," Marcy laughed. "Lets all go in and get comfy in the family room."

-Part 5-

They spread a blanket on the floor, in front of the TV. Marcy lit a few scented candles. Large pillows from the guest room allowed for comfort. The carpeting in this room was amazing. Plush and soft, with very thick padding. It was almost like lying on a bed. Each couple cuddled on the floor. Kissing at times, mindlessly watching the television at others. The conversation was limited, until Marcy took the remote control and turned off the television.

"I don't mean to pry, but ...are you two sleeping together?" she asked.

"Hey, why don't you tell us what you really want to know, instead of sugar coating everything?" Bob mused, prompting an elbow in the ribs from his beloved.

Martha laughed and Eddie just look surprised. "Yes, we have shared intimate human contact," Martha said, as if she were addressing an anthropology class studying the mating habits of some endangered species.

"Bob and I have been, too," Martha said. "We waited for about a year and a half, but couldn't take it any longer. Especially after sharing our fantasies."

"Your fantasies?" Martha asked, as she looked up at Eddie and cuddled closer into his side. "We really haven't done that. I'm not sure about Eddie, but mine have a perverse bent to them."

"Like what?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, I'd rather not talk about it. It's embarrassing.," she answered.

"Go ahead, Martha. I have some wonderful things to tell you about us!" Marcy shouted, throwing a pillow in Martha's direction. "Bob shared all of his with me, and some of them are amazing."

"Oh, God," Bob thought. "I just met this guy and she's going to tell him about my fantasies. And what about my realities." He felt suddenly uneasy.

"I really don't think I can," Martha said. This time sounding serious. Bob breathed a slight sigh of relief, hoping that the matter would be dropped.

"Okay, let me tell you about us," Marcy offered with unbridled enthusiasm, as she sat up erect with her legs crossed in front of her.

"Marcy, I really don't know if this is a good idea," Bob warned.

She turned to him, looking surprised. "Really? Martha and I have shared everything from the time we were little kids. But if this makes you too uncomfortable, that's fine, sweety. I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't upset me, I'm just not too comfortable with the idea of sharing some of these things with somebody I just met."

"It's okay, Bob," Eddie noted. "I would love to hear about you two. But it's your call."

"Yeah, Bob," Martha teased. "This is a sleepover. You tell everything at a sleepover! Like the time in the sixth grade when we had Marilyn and Carol over at my house. We all wanted desperately to learn how to kiss. Carol was the only one who had, and had to share the whole thing. She was mortified. And remember when she gave me a lesson?"

"Oh, yes, I remember," Marcy laughed. "She give me a little peck, too, remember? But when she tried to slip me the tongue, I pushed her off the bed."

Martha and Marcy shook with laughter. They were both so truly beautiful. Both got a good looking over from both men. It was just so darned sexy when they laughed like that!

"So, Bob, can she tell?" asked Martha.

He looked at Martha, her face still flushed from the laughter. Or was it something else? He looked at Marcy and she had the same look. "Sure, Honey, go ahead!"

Part 6

Marcy started at the beginning. How she had learned of Bob's experiences with men. How it had turned her on. How they made love tenderly and sweetly that first night.

Martha was now sitting in front of Eddie. Her back to his chest. She rubbed his thigh, as he wrapped his arms around her with one of his hands resting on her breast. They were riveted by the stories Marcy told. As she spoke, her voice became more breathy. She leaned against Bob, mindlessly rubbing his cock. Eddie was the first to notice this, and as a result, began to massage Martha's breasts. The Phoenix story seemed to have the most pronounced effect on Eddie. His breathing quickened, and Martha reached behind her and rubbed his penis through his swimsuit.

Marcy turned toward Bob and gently touched his cheek. "Can I tell them of our experience?"

"Absolutely," he agreed, leaning forward and tenderly kissing her lips.

Marcy went into explicit detail of their weekend in Columbus. She explained each moment completely. She related how Bob sucked Adam to orgasm. Telling the story was too much for her. She wanted Bob badly and right now. She turned and kissed Bob passionately. Her tongue licked his lips, and she would suck them into her mouth, delicately licking them each in turn. Bob reached out and massaged her breasts, and then lowered his head, pulled her swimsuit to the side and licked her nipple. She moaned in pleasure. A quick glance at Martha and Eddie found them lying on the floor, locked in an embrace. Her swimsuit top was gone, and Eddie gently massaged them.

Marcy and Bob watched them intently. They were a truly beautiful couple. Both were moaning as they kissed. Martha moved up Eddies body and offered her breasts to him. He sucked, licked and massaged them. She threw her head back, and as she did, her long hair flowed over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her nostrils were flared. She looked over at Bob and Marcy. She sensually smiled, closed her eyes and ran her tongue around her lips.

Martha was grinding her hips into Eddie's. His trunks did little to hide his excitement. His cock appeared to be quite large as it strained at the material. Martha stood, looked at Bob and Marcy, then down at Eddie, and removed her swimsuit. She stood naked before them all. Then sensually got to her knees and slowly removed Eddie's suit. As she moved them over his hips and down his legs, she kissed the inside of his thighs, her hair coming in contact with his penis. He jumped at the touch, and leaned back further into the pillow, closing his eyes. After placing his suit carefully on the tile near the fireplace, she slowly worked her way back up his body with her mouth. She kissed his feet and ankles. She licked along the inside of his knees and rubbed his legs just above where her mouth and tongue would be next. When her face was level with his cock, she touched it gently with her fingers, running them along its length, slowly, deliberately. She looked over at Bob and Marcy. Both were completely entranced by what was happening. Marcy was stroking Bob's cock through his pants. Bob had removed Marcy's top and was stoking her nipples, as he kissed her neck.

Martha turned back to Eddie, and lowered her head, and, using her tongue, licked from the center of his balls up the length of his shaft. She licked around the head, and put him into her mouth. She held her head still, and apparently was twirling her tongue on the underside of his penis, because Eddie let out a loud groan and began to thrust his hips.

Marcy looked at Bob. She smiled, kissed him, and stroked his cheek. Bob kissed her in return, turning more passionate by the second. He removed her suit, then his, then laid her on her back and began to kiss every inch of her body.

Part 7-

Surprisingly, both couples felt at ease making love to each other in full view of other like minded individuals.

Martha teased Eddies cock with her mouth. She sucked him in deeply, taking it all. Then, she would take it from her mouth and stoke it, coaxing pre-cum from it. Marcy watched with great interest as Martha slowly licked it up and with it visible on the end of her tongue, slid up to Eddies mouth. He took her face in his hands and sucked on her tongue like he would a cock. He appeared to be savoring the taste as he sucked and licked her lips and tongue. Marcy smiled, as Bob continues to manipulate her clit with his tongue.

Martha mounted Eddie. As she slowly rode his cock, she sat up straight and rocked on him. She looked at Marcy and smiled. Then reached out and took Marcy's hand in hers. Each of them rocked as their men pleasured them. Bob looked up, saw that Marcy and Martha were holding hands and smiled. He slid up Marcy's body and gently kissed her neck as he slipped into her. She had never felt so totally loved. She and Bob kissed, as Martha's hand moved from Marcy's palm to her forearm. She massaged Marcy as both were locked in loving sex with their men. Marcy looked at Bob and motioned in such a way that he perceived that she wanted to slide closer to the other couple. Still joined, they moved directly beside Martha and Eddie. Eddie noticed the proximity of them and reached out and stroked Marcy's hair. Marcy returned the gesture in kind. But then moved quickly from his head to Martha's shoulder. She caressed it, then slid her hand down and touched Martha's breast. Martha moved toward her, giving Marcy better access. She closed her eyes and licked her lips as Marcy felt every inch of her breast, paying particular attention to her nipple.

Bob watched with great interest, as he leaned down and whispered, "Do you want to go further with this?"

She pulled Bob close with her free hand and said, "More than anything."

Bob rolled off of Marcy, as she raised herself on one elbow, leaning toward Eddie and Martha. Bob spooned behind her as they watched this couple just inches from them make love. Marcy leaned forward and kissed Eddie's chest. Martha moaned, as she saw Marcy lick her way up Eddie's neck to his face, to his lips and then kiss him. Bob was massaging Marcy's shoulders and kissing her back as she and Eddie shared the moment. Martha's speed increased as she ground herself against Eddie, his cock going deeper and deeper into her.

Marcy broke her kiss with Eddie and moved toward Martha. She got on her knees, took Martha's face in her hands, and kissed her. They shared their lips and tongue as Martha came closer to orgasm. Her breathing became uneven and she moaned into Marcy's mouth. Marcy lowered her head, tracing her tongue down Martha's lovely neck and chest and stopped when the nipple of Martha's left breast reached her mouth. Marcy sucked it in, licking it the way she did Bob's lips when she sucked them into her mouth, often fantasizing that they were nipples. The nipples of a woman as beautiful and sexy as Martha.




Bob & Marcy Ch. 02



Bob watched as the women experienced the contact of another for the first time. He was quite taken by surprise when he felt a hand on his neck. It was Eddie, his head back, his eyes closed. He was rubbing Bob's neck. Bob moved toward him and surprising himself, kissed Eddie square on the mouth. It felt so odd, so different, as they kissed. The stubble of Eddie's beard rubbed against his lips and chin. In this unreal moment, Bob made a mental note to shave for Marcy more often.

Martha opened her eyes, and saw Bob and Eddie in their kiss, took a deep loud breath and tapped Marcy on the shoulder, motioning with her head toward the men. Marcy turned and froze when she saw it. Bob and Eddie were now kissing passionately as Martha rode on Eddies cock. Marcy looked up at Martha and smiled, then lowered her face toward Martha's stomach, licking her as she went. Martha leaned back on Eddies cock, resting her hands on his knees, as Marcy traced a line with her tongue, past her belly button, down toward her pussy.

Marcy paused and looked at the scene before here. Eddie's cock looked huge, it stretched Martha and opened her, revealing her clit, which was swollen and, for the first time in Marcy's experience, inviting. She leaned lower and licked at it. Martha moaned as she leaned forward and went into the ecstasy of orgasm. Marcy moved back and touched Martha's breasts as she screamed her pleasure. She hugged her and kissed her neck. Bob had broken his kiss with Eddie and rubbed his shoulders as Eddie finally succumbed as well. He pumped harder into Martha, and came with her. Bob and Marcy looked at each other, as they touched and fondled this hot couple and smiled. They reached for each other and kissed amazed at these new experiences they shared.

Part 8-

Martha rolled off of Eddie and lay beside him They were exhausted as they wrapped their arms around each other and watched Bob and Marcy.

Marcy and Bob kissed long and hard. Bob's cock was between them, up against his stomach as they held each other close. Martha looked at them in awe. Eddie had his eyes closed again, his cock softening, but the sex he just had and the continuing drama in the room seemed to be driving him toward another erection. Marcy lowered herself down Bob's body, as they kneeled on the blanket, kissing and licking his body on the way. She got on her hands and knees and took Bob's penis all the way into her throat. She pumped her whole body back and forth, taking this wonderful man deep into her mouth on each thrust. Bob looked down at her in amazement and a combination of love and pure human lust. He closed his eyes and threw his head back from the intense pleasure she was giving him. Martha and Eddie approached them, and began to run their hands over their friends. Eddie rubbing Marcy's back and Bob's chest, Martha caressing Bob's ass and Marcy's shoulders.

Martha dropped to a sitting position behind Bob and began to lick his ass. She kissed and nibbled on each cheek, then separated then with her hands and licked his crack up and down. Pausing on his anus, she would place her tongue in as far as she could, then resume licking him from his balls the small of his back. Bob moved very little, allowing the women to draw his orgasm to them. Eddie assumed a similar position behind Marcy, licking her ass and watching intently the sight ahead of her as Marcy continued to suck Bob's cock deep into her mouth.

Bob was getting closer to the inevitable. He wanted this to last, so he forced himself to reach down and grab Marcy and pull her face up to him. He kissed her, savoring the taste of himself on her lips and tongue. Martha came around from her ministrations to Bob's ass, and wrapped her arms around her childhood friend and her lover and shared the kiss with them. Eddie soon joined in the group from the other side. What an odd feeling, Marcy thought, of these four breasts and two cocks touching and rubbing against each other. She would turn her kiss from Bob to Martha to Eddie to a combination of the three. This was the ultimate expression of sensuality for her. The total release of self, to sharing with others. She loved Bob, had always loved Martha, and was leaning toward a love of Eddie as a new and special friend.

Bob turned his attention and his mouth to Eddie, dropping to a sitting position in front of him as he took Eddie's cock into his mouth. It was still wet with the moisture of his lovemaking with Martha. He licked all around his cock and balls, cleaning him and savoring the special taste of love. Eddie's cock was about the size of Bob's but it was thicker, and it felt decidedly so each time Bob took him deep into his throat. His pubic hair was harsher than his own blond patch, and it felt odd as it tickled his nose, but the man tasted terrific. He looked up as the three of them continued to kiss and his mouth was wrapped round Eddie's cock. Marcy placed her hand in Martha's drenched pussy. She then lifted it to Martha's mouth and then her own, as they too tasted the results of Eddie and Martha's sex. They moaned around the fingers as Martha moved her own hand to her pussy, and offered her's to Eddie.

Bob took Eddie from his mouth, and joined them in a kiss, then, uncharacteristically, made suggestions. He told Eddie to sit on the couch, and moved Martha toward him, lowering her on his lap with her back to his chest. Martha slid onto Eddies cock and they began a slow rhythm. Bob and Marcy knelt before them, each taking oral control of one of Martha's breasts. Marcy was the first to move down toward the center of their lovemaking, but Bob was not far behind. They met there together. Bob stuck his tongue into her all to available pussy, licking her clit and around his cock, running it inside her, between her walls and his penis. Marcy was licking and sucking each of Eddie's balls into her mouth. They switched positions several times, and finally met together, their tongues and mouths caressing this couple and each other. They would kiss, sharing the juices of their lovemaking. Their faces were drenched, their lust inflamed.

Marcy again licked Martha as she pulled Eddies cock from her, replacing him with her tongue and attention. She pointed Eddie toward Bob, who again took him deeply into his throat. He began working in earnest on him. Using his hand and mouth as a team. Marcy knew he wanted Eddies cum, and would work dilligently to get it. She dove into Martha, placing her hands on the outside of her hips as she probed deeply with her tongue, her nose rubbing Martha's clit. Both Eddie and Martha began to moan loudly and thrusted against the faces of their friends. Martha came first, pulling Marcy's face, it seemed, inside her. They then moved off of Eddie and got on the floor on either side of the men who were lost in a moment of pure sex.

They each rested their chin on Eddie's legs, wanting to get a good view of the crescendo to follow. Eddie moaned with his head back into the cushions of the couch. Bob worked and made sexy noises around Eddie's cock. He knew the combination of his hand, mouth and moans would put Eddie over the edge soon. He wasn't disappointed. Eddie's balls began to draw up, and Marcy encouraged Martha to watch what would follow. Sensing he was about to cum, Bob moved his mouth back, wide open and pumped on Eddie's cock. It soon erupted again, an arch of his cum landing on Bob's upper lip, another directly into his mouth. Bob leaned forward and engulfed his cock, allowing Eddie to pump his cock in and out until his orgasm ended. Again, the cum ran down Bob's chin. Both Martha and Marcy sighed. They leaned across Eddie's legs and kissed, then moved to Bob as he pulled away from Eddie and laid on his back. They bent over him, kissing his face and neck, licking up Eddie's cum. His face tasted of sex, both male and female, and they shared it. Marcy licked some from Bob's neck and offered it to Martha from the tip of her tongue. Martha took it with the hunger she had never experienced before.

Martha moved away and joined Eddie on the couch, as Marcy and Bob continued the ritual they had begun a few short weeks ago, sharing Eddie's cum, until finally, Bob would swallow it. They held each other closely. She climbed on top of him, kissing him deeply, and guiding his cock deep into her. He slid in easily, and they enjoyed a slow sexy dance of love until Bob finally came deep within her. She collapsed on his chest, and they rested.

Part 9-

Bob and Marcy laid on the floor still connected as one unit. Marcy had fallen asleep, her head resting in the nape of Bob's neck. He gently caressed her back, and glanced at the couch. Martha too had fallen asleep, her head resting on Eddie's chest. The men looked at each other and smiled. They knew they were the luckiest men in the world.

Epilogue.

Martha and Eddie stayed through the weekend, leaving late Monday afternoon. Eddie experienced the joy of sucking another man until his orgasm filled his mouth. Martha experienced the joy of sharing that cum in a kiss with her man. All weekend, she said it was the sexiest thing in the world to see the men orgasm into each other's open mouths. She and Marcy also cemented their life long friendships with lovemaking with each other as the men stroked each other and watched. Martha at one point mentioned that it was a shame that they didn't discover this in college. Marcy said, no, this was the way it was meant to be. She was to share her life and her sexuality with Bob. They stood on the stoop of her Mom and Dad's house and waved as Martha and Eddie drove away. Both wondering what could possibly top this.

The answer was not long in coming.



Bob & Marcy Ch. 03



Part 1

Marcy was prone on the couch. Her naked body was glistening with sweat from the love she and Bob had made on the floor of their apartment. She rested her chin on her crossed arms and watched. Bob was on his knees, between the legs of Larry, this handsome blonde man of nearly 40. She looked across the room. Amy and Shelly were watching, too, amazed at what they were seeing. Turning her attention back to the men, she watched with great interest as Larry's cock worked its way in and out of Bob's mouth. As usual, Bob was working hard, in spite of the incredible sex he had just had with Marcy. She noticed as Bob's head moved, his cock and balls swung in unison between his legs. It oozed what remained from their lovemaking, and it made a long thin line to the floor. He appeared to be hardening again. The man was insatiable. Again, she had to wonder how they got themselves into this situation! Not that she was complaining.

Part 2

The day started out normally enough. Bob left as usual at around 7 to get to the office and organize his day. Marcy always arrived closer to 8:30. She preferred to let the day flow, its ebbs and flows matching her mood. Today was a big day. One of the big guys, as Bob called them, was coming in from the home office. Larry had been with the company since it's inception, and as long as they both had known him, he was strictly business. Marcy found him handsome, in a three piece suit, BMW kind of way. The man emitted an air of taste and worldliness that intimidated many. They had a lunch scheduled with Bob, Marcy, a few programming assistants and Larry. A new project was in the works, and it was going to take time. Larry planned on staying in town for several weeks.

When Bob arrived at the office, he found Larry at his desk, hard at work on his computer.

"Morning, Bob," he said, not looking up from his laptop.

"Morning, Larry," Bob responded. "So what's up with this project. And why in the world would you want to spend time here in Podunk City?"

"We're implementing an entire new computer system. New database, new harddrives. It means everything needs to be re-loaded and re-categorized," Larry explained.

"Great," Bob thought. "We did this just two years ago. It took a month. He expects us to get this done in two weeks."

"Larry, sounds like our deadline is a little tight for this. "

Larry finally looked up from his computer and smiled. "That's why I am staying to help. Yep, you heard me right. I am going to help! I am not going to dictate. You are the boss, I am the employee on this one. I know what needs to be done, we just did it in Indianapolis. I can help you get it done here."

Bob wondered if a muckety-muck of Larry's stature could just "help". But there was something about Larry's smile that was sincere. Bob was never really attracted to men outside of the bedroom. But for some reason, this perfectly formed specimen of Corporate America looked appealing. His smile was warm on his tanned face. His blue eyes were clear and probing. Was he checking him out, as well? He quickly filed these thoughts away, walked around the desk and with Larry's help, dove into the project.

Part 3

Lunch was simply a recap of the morning's initial study of the new programs. The programming assistants, Amy and Shelly, both recent college graduates and entry level employees took notes, smiled often at everything Larry, Bob and Marcy said, and laughed when appropriate. Bob was convinced that these two would someday run the company. They were bright, driven, and very attractive. Bob mentioned that to Marcy a few weeks ago, and she told him to think it, believe it, just don't say it to anyone else unless he wanted to end up in court for sexual harassment. She then winked and told him she thought they were quite a pair, too. She had seen them in the company locker room after an aerobics class, and yes, they were 100% real live women! She accentuated that expletive with a rebel yell! She then dissolved into one of her laughing fits.

"Okay, everybody have the plan?" Larry asked.

"I believe so. Any questions Marcy, Amy, Shelly?" Bob inquired. "No. Okay then. Let's get busy.

The rest of the afternoon, the five of them completed the groundwork for the project. Amy and Shelly left first, heading next door to the Boor'sHead Inn. The others said they would join them in a moment.

Thoughout the afternoon, Bob had noticed that Larry spent an inordinate amount of time talking to and checking out Marcy. A tinge of jealousy struck him, and it felt odd. He had yet to experience any feelings such as these since he met Marcy. Was it the fact that this guy was success personified, and a threat to his relationship with her, or was it based on how he felt in his office this morning when Larry had smiled at him. He was glad this day was over. He needed to talk to Marcy about it immediately. Larry said he was going for a drink next door and asked them to join him when they wrapped things up. He looked at Marcy and smiled.

Part 4

"Faggot!", she yelled, laughing at how he jumped at hearing the word. It was the first word out of her mouth after he related his dilemma. "Oh, I knew it was just a matter of time before some smooth talking man would sweep you off your feet and take you away to a life of leather and pierced nipples!" She was getting red in the face and breaking into that damned sexy silent laugh. In all honesty, the faggot comment did hit a nerve. For some reason, Bob loved having sex with men, but the idea of an emotional attachment made him nervous. Why, he didn't know.

She walked over to him and hugged him, as the laughter waned. She looked up, a smile on her flushed face, her eyes watery. "I love you, honey, " she said, as she pulled him close.

"First of all, I am your lifemate," she continued. "I do not desire any other men. If from this moment forward, we never saw another person, I would be happy. And as far as you suddenly realizing that you may be attracted to a man, well, so what? You have seen me look at Amy. She is very attractive. I find her smile inviting and have on more than one occasion had the urge to plant a big wet one on her lips, or wherever else she would permit it."

"You have turned into quite the little pig, haven't you? But I have to admit you're right," he said. "It's just so odd. I have yet to have a feeling like that, even with Eddie and Martha. I love them both as friends, but have never looked at him as a lover. This morning, I found myself wondering what this guy would look like naked."

"How ironic, I was, too!" she smiled, as she gently touched his cheek, and then gave him a loving sensual kiss.

They left for the bar.

Part 5

"So, I hear you two are planning a wedding," Larry said, smiling at them both.

"Yes, we figure sometime early next year, but no exact date has been set. My Mom is getting anxious, and my Dad is getting nervous because Mom is so anxious. I think he's planning to put his credit cards in an old mayonnaise jar and toss it into Lake Erie," Marcy laughed.

"We're thinking simple, and Mom is thinking something similar to Di and Chuck," chuckled Bob.

"Mom's usually get their way. Mine always did," he said, then seriously added. "You make a great looking couple and I wish you the best. Just don't fight, because I can't afford to lose either of you to an ugly break-up."

Changing moods again, he smiled and shouted, "This is a party isn't it? Then, lets have another round, and break out the Cuervo, too! Lemon, salt, for all my friends!"

As the night wore on, the volume of this group increased. They were sitting in a large corner booth, semi-circular is shape. It's large cushioned seat and back rest made for easy movement, and move they did. Amy had moved from the end of one side of the booth to the other. Now, she was sitting extra close to Marcy, sharing some sort of girl talk. Marcy was sitting dangerously close to Larry, their arms and outside of their thighs touching. Shelly was equally close to Bob, halfway facing him, leaning against him. Her breasts were indeed very large, as Marcy had witnessed in the locker room.

"Well, I think they should know," Amy said with a mischievous smile. "Go ahead, show them!"

"No," Marcy laughed, looking as stern as Heineken and a few shots of tequila allow.

"Marcy's wearing a garter belt," she shouted with a sweeping hand movement that nearly knocked over a beer. "They are very sexy. They are black. I saw them today at work!"

Marcy's face went to a deep red, as she tried to hide behind Amy.

"C'mon, Marcy, let's see!" Larry laughed. "Think of it as another exciting edition of Truth or Dare."

"Yes, but I didn't get a choice. But, if you are all nice and keep your applause to an acceptable level, I will show you," Marcy said with a smile which Bob had observed many times before, and it meant she was getting "randy" as her grandmother called it.

She lifted her skirt slightly, and the top of her stockings came into view. She pulled it up a little higher and there were the black straps of her garter belt . It provided a sharp contrast, the top of her hose and the strap, to her lightly tanned thighs. Amy, emboldened by the drink, traced her finger across the top of Marcy's hose.

"Those are so sexy. I want some now! How long is Victoria's Secret open," she laughed, as did the whole table.

Shelly was standing up, peering over the table. It must have been quite a sight to the other patrons, a table full of people staring at an attractive woman's crotch in the waning moments of happy hour.

"Those are lovely. The stockings, not the legs. Well, on second thought, they're not bad, either," Shelly slurred.

Larry was speechless. He just stared at Marcy's legs. He nudged Bob and winked, then squeezed Bob's leg just above the knee. The spot that is the most effective test of a person's reflexes. Bob thought nothing of it, assuming it was just a joke.

"Had I known that you were wearing those all day at work, I am NOT sure I could have concentrated," Larry noted.

"Get used to it, buddy, I wear them all the time," Marcy laughed.

"I really want to try those on. Do they feel sexy, too?" Amy sounded almost breathless.

"I wear them because I hate pantyhose, and they do make me feel sexy. They have their disadvantages, as the stockings occasionally sag somewhat. They have advantages, too. Like when teasing Bob is a necessity," she said as she smiled at her lover.

"Yeah, nothing like a flash of thigh coming at you as you stand in the hall talking to a subordinate," Bob laughed.

"Oh, so THAT explains your red face. I just thought it was my cleavage," Shelly said, suddenly not slurring quite as much.

"No comment. I have been given sensitivity training and have studied the company sexual harassment guidelines and, therefore, can say with complete confidence, that I do not stare at your cleavage," Bob said, maintaining his "I mean business" company demeanor so many knew! "Your butt is another story."

The table roared.

"Amy, do you really want to try this?" Marcy asked, turning to Amy and assuming the girl talk pose. Holding hands, shoulders hunched over, chin up, huge smile.

"Yes I do!" she proclaimed.

"Bob, do we have any tequila at home?" Marcy asked.

"I think so. If not, there is plenty of beer but we do have to work tomorrow, my pet," Bob warned.

"Larry, can we go to our house so Amy can try on a garter belt?" Marcy asked, turning toward him and using her best little girl voice. "We won't stay up late, we promise."

"Oh, you kids. I guess so. But go to the bathroom now, because I am not stopping before we get there. And stay off the furniture!" Larry said, sounding not unlike Robert Young on "Father Knows Best".

They paid the tab, and headed out, five of them, arm in arm.

Part 7

The young women looked gorgeous. They were wearing some of Marcy's matching garter sets. Since they were both somewhat bustier than she, their breasts were even the more enticing as they strained at the material. Bob, Marcy and Larry sat on the couch as the girls modeled in front of them. It went from a very funny show, to a very sensuous one in no time.

"Bob, is it true?" Amy asked, as she placed her arm around Shelly's shoulders.

"Is what true?" he responded.

"Do you like men?"

Bob's eyes darted around the room. He looked at Marcy, she looked as surprised as he was sure he did. He glanced at Larry, who looked equally surprised, if not by the concept, then by the boldness of this young lady. He looked at Shelly, and she responded with a vapid smile that was definitely tequila induced. Then he glared at Amy.

"What would make you ask something like that?" he asked.

"Well, some of us have been talking at work. And don't get me wrong, you are a manly man and it's obvious that you and Marcy love each other, but in the way you deal with people, you seem too caring, to sensitive. Most heterosexual men don't possess that trait," she said, as she glanced disgustedly toward Larry.

Isn't it grand what booze and a garter set can do?

"I have worked for gay men in the past, and we think you are either gay, or like both, or something."

Bob sat there in a stupor. He did not like to lie, but he certainly did not want to admit to something that was going to spread through the office like wildfire. And, afterall, a co-owner of the company was sitting two feet from him, on his couch, with half naked female employees parading in front of them. The absurdity of the situation became painfully apparent.

Marcy saved the day.

"No, but I love women, you little vixen. Bring those boobies over here so mama can give them a good kneadin!" she laughed.

The laughter that inundated the room was, conservatively, slightly less than three decibels short of that produced by the space shuttle at launch. Amy and Shelly collapsed on the couch, still holding onto each other. Larry had placed his head onto Marcy's shoulder. Marcy was deeply involved in her silent laugh. Bob laughed, but wondered how to end this tactfully and get his troops sobered up and out toward home.

Amy finally was able to form a sentence but what came out did not diffuse the situation.

"Marcy, would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Touch me. You know, on my breasts." She stood, headed for the couch and stopped in front of the three of them. Marcy now had her turn at the amazing eye dart phenomenon. She looked at Bob, he shrugged. She looked at Larry, he just smiled. She looked at Shelly, she was sitting up in the love seat, keenly interested in the next move. She looked outside at the patio, the pines and maple trees ignored her. Even the flowers were facing away. She finally looked up at Amy, who was smiling broadly at her.

"Even if I wanted to, and of course, I am not saying I do, I really don't think it would be appropriate," she said and thought she had managed to put together a pretty darn good sentence, considering the circumstances, and her increasing lust for this young beauty.

"Bullshit."

It was Larry. "Hey, if you want to touch her boobs, do it girl. I may be in town in an official capacity for a few weeks, but right now, we are out being silly and having a good time. Touch her tits, for chryse sakes."

Marcy sat with her mouth agape.

"Nice look muffin. Kind of like a cross between Gomer Pyle and Mr. Ed," Bob offered, resulting in the obligatory elbow to the rib.

"And you, funny man. Is the girl right? Don't feel you need to answer because I am the big cheese, the king kahuna, the grand poobah. Answer truthfully. It's fess up time, Mister!" Larry said, looking directly into Bob's eyes with the same smile he had offered earlier in the day. Of course, the sarcasm of the vocalization softened it, but Bob felt he really did want to know, and would not be judgmental.

Marcy again came to the rescue. She reached up, tentatively, and placed her hands on Amy's breasts. Shelly let out an audible gasp, stood, and walked up behind Amy placing her hands on her shoulders, massaging them. Marcy stood, looking down at them, appreciating their beauty. She paid particular attention to the fabric resting on her nipples, rubbing the area with her thumbs. She reached across with her left hand, and slowly slid it under the material covering Amy's right breast, her thumbs down, twisting her arm to get her entire hand on its fullness. She squeezed them gently. Amy's head fell back into the nape of Shelly's neck. Shelly kissed her cheek and continued to massage her shoulders, as she looked down at Marcy's hands massaging her friend's breasts. Shelly reached down toward the clasp on the front of Amy's bra, and unfastened it. Amy's breasts came into full view, barely moving at their release. Her nipples where sticking out at least a half an inch. Marcy took them into her fingers and gently felt them.

Amy's eyes had rolled back. As Marcy looked at her, she only saw white slits, as her eye's were barely open. She leaned forward and kissed Amy's neck. Shelly walked around behind Marcy and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She then pulled at the tail of her blouse, encouraging Marcy to raise her hands into the air as Shelly removed it.

Larry just stared at what was before him. He had no idea where this was going, and really wasn't sure that his participation was warranted, but this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. His cock was fully erect, and it leaked pre-cum through his pants. He looked down and saw a small spot, getting larger. He wanted to take it out of his pants and stroke it, but again, the appropriateness and ramifications of such a move concerned him.

Bob could not take his eyes from the beauties before him. He stood and walked to the front door, using the faders to lower the lighting in the room. He, too was fully aroused.

Marcy lowered her mouth to one of Amy's nipples, sucking it in deeply. Shelly released Marcy's breasts as her bra fell to the floor. She then removed her own bra, and stood close to Marcy, rubbing her's into Marcy's back. Marcy's mouth moved back and forth, from nipple to nipple with building urgency. She could feel herself leaking down the inside of her thigh. She grabbed one of each girl's hands and led them to the love seat. She sat them down, kneeling before them, kissing each gently on the lips. She then kissed their breasts in turn, and one at a time, removed their panties. They looked gorgeous, their garters still on, their lovely breasts exposed. She placed her hands on the girls pussies and rotated her thumbs on their clits in unison. It was such a feeling of sensual power! The girls moaned, and fell into each others arms, massaging each other's breasts. Marcy continued to rub Shelly, as she lowered her mouth to Amy. She licked and sucked and savored the taste of this young woman. She would insert her tongue deeply, and tickle Amy's clit with her nose and breath. She then repeated the sensual act on Shelly, as she massaged Amy with her hand. Both girls appeared headed for orgasm when Marcy stopped. She turned, and glanced at Bob, smiling. She then turned toward Larry, and slowly wiping the girl's juices from her face, motioned Larry toward her.

"So how about you? Do you think you could make two employees happy?"

"Marcy, I...," he said.

"Come here," she said, as she stood and looked at the girls. "Is it okay with you, Amy? Shelly?"

They sat up on the loveseat, kissed Marcy's breasts and stomach and said it sounded like a perfect idea.

Marcy walked over to Larry, grabbed his hand, and led him toward the girls. Shelly stood, and Larry took her place. Amy kissed him first, as Shelly got on her knees before him, removing his shirt, pants, underwear, shoes. He was soon totally nude on the couch. Marcy thought he looked even sexier naked. His whole body was tanned except for sexy tan lines between his lower abdomen and upper thighs. His penis was very impressive. It must have been 8 inches in length and thick.




Bob & Marcy Ch. 03



Marcy turned and sat next to Bob. They watched for several minutes as the girls and Larry explored each other. Tongues and hands were everywhere. Larry and Shelly got into a 69 position on the floor with her on top. Amy knelt behind her and licked her ass and Larry's tongue as it probed Shelly's clit and pussy.

Marcy undressed Bob, got on her knees before him and sucked him deeply into her mouth. His cock was already covered in pre-cum. She savored the taste as he hit the back of her throat. She stuck out her tongue on a downstroke, and was able to barely lick Bob's large balls. What a sensation! Where did she come up with stuff like this? He was in heaven. Her licks and sucks and moans was nearly unbearable. He reached down, and grabbed her head to pull her up to him. Before she released him, she squeezed his cock, milking out a large drop of cum, that she licked up onto the end of her tongue, which she then inserted into his waiting mouth. He sucked her tongue, licked her lips, kissed her deeply. He gently laid her on the floor and removed her panties. With one careful move, he was inside of her. Her body grabbing his cock and sucking it deep inside. She whispered to him to fuck her hard, and to watch the girls and Larry. They got into a hectic rhythm as they glanced over at the threesome nearby. Amy and Shelly were on their sides, licking each other's pussies. Larry was behind Amy with his cock buried in her. They both imagined the scene of Shelly, licking them both. It was too much for them, as their bodies' juices mixed, making each touch wet and sexy. They began to build to a fantastic orgasm. They held and pushed and stroked each other as it neared. Their breathing became staccato in nature. Their bodies glistening with sweat. They had their orgasm together, both just short of a scream. When it finally ended, they lay there, holding each other, trying to catch their breath.

Amy, Shelly, and Larry had been watching the show. Apparently, they had stopped their own lovemaking to watch them reach their moment. Larry was on the couch, Amy and Shelly on the floor in front. They all smiled.

"So, is it true, Bob?" Amy asked. "Do you like men?"

"Yeah, Bob, do you? Shelly inquired.

Bob looked down at Marcy, then at the threesome gathered around the loveseat. He honestly did not know what to say.

Again, Marcy saved the day. Lying under Bob, his cock still within her, she said, "Well, what difference would it make if he did? Why do you ask?"

"I think it's sexy," Amy said, sensually pulling her hair back out of her face and over her head. "I just think it's sexy."

"So do I," a new voice offered. "Look Bob, I would like you to answer the girl's question." It was Larry, and he smiled at Bob. Bob smiled back.

"I have had sex with men, yes. I have shared men with Marcy. I enjoy having sex with men."

"Don't you feel better now, Bob?" Larry asked, his cock at full erection.

"Yes, I do," he said. "And how do you feel about this now, ladies?"

Amy said nothing, rather she spun around, rising to her knees and took Larry into her mouth, sucking him with enthusiasm. She could only get a few inches of his cock into her mouth, but her hands were busy stroking his shaft, his balls and his ass. She stopped, looked at Marcy and smiled. Then looked at Bob, still lying on Marcy.

"Here, you do it," she said.

Bob looked down at the love of his life. She smiled. They kissed. She gently touched his cheek. Bob reluctantly left his woman, and walked slowly over to the loveseat. He got on his knees before Larry. Amy pointed Larry toward Bob's mouth and he obliged.

Part 8

Marcy moved to the couch, lying on it. Her naked body was glistening with sweat from the love she and Bob had made on the floor. She rested her chin on her crossed arms and watched. Bob was on his knees, between the legs of Larry, this handsome blonde man of nearly 40. She looked across the room. Amy and Shelly were watching, too, as they had moved to another chair by the fireplace. Shelly was sitting in front of Amy on the floor, her legs crossed, her femininity exposed. Amy gently stroked her hair, both amazed at what they were seeing. Turning her attention back to the men, she watched with great interest as Larry's cock worked its way in and out of Bob's mouth. As usual, Bob was working hard, in spite of the incredible sex he had just had with Marcy. She noticed as Bob's head moved, his cock and balls swung in unison between his legs. His cock oozed what cum remained from their lovemaking, and it made a long thin line to the floor. His penis appeared to be hardening again. The man was insatiable.

She wanted to go to Bob, lay on her back, and suck him into her mouth. But she knew it would only distract Bob, so she moved closer, but out of physical contact. She motioned Amy and Shelly over to watch. Bob began what Marcy had seen and enjoyed before. His head, hand and mouth moving as one over Larry's cock. Marcy noticed that Bob was now doing to Larry what she had done to him. With his cock deep in his throat, Bob would stick out his tongue and lick Larry's balls. Each time, Larry moaned his encouragement. Bob's cock was fully erect now. The sexiness of what he was doing causing him excitement. Sensing Larry's orgasm, Bob pumped him with his hand, and opened his mouth. Larry, looking down at Bob, was overcome by it. His penis spasmed and sent an arc of semen over Bob's head, then one to the bridge of his nose, a third directly in his mouth. Bob leaned down, took Larry back into his mouth, placed Larry's hands on his head, and let him pump at his own pace until his orgasm subsided. As Larry's cock began to soften, Bob pulled away. Larry reached down, wiped the cum from the bridge of Bob's nose, and stuck it in his own mouth, sensually licking his finger.

Bob stood and began to turn toward Marcy. Larry stopped him, pulled him close and placed Bob's penis in his mouth. It wasn't long before Bob emptied his cum into Larry's mouth, all the while kissing Marcy. Savoring the taste of sex. Savoring the special relationship they shared.

Epilogue

Larry was a regular visitor the month he was in town. Yes, it was only supposed to be two weeks, but he had his own stories to share with Bob and Marcy. Amy and Shelly became regular visitors as well.

And those details will follow.