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The First of Many

By: Cromagnonman



I am a demimondaine, what you would call a prostitute, a whore, a harlot, but I prefer to see myself as a person who provides a service, an exclusive service to those people who need it and can afford me. This story is of how I came to be what I am.

All I could ever remember from a very young age was life in the mansion in Storyville where Maman and Grandemaman worked as prostitutes. Grandemaman was the manager of the establishment, the person who screened the clientele, who ensured that the premises were always spotless, that the girls were regularly checked by the doctor so that the clientele could be sure that there would be no repercussions of their visit to Maison Fontainebleau.

Maison Fontainbleu was one of many mansions along Basin Street that catered to the desires of the New Orleans gentry between 1890 and 1917 when the Minister of the Navy closed the district down much to the horror of the Mayor. While other houses advertised their wares through the 'Blue Book' Maison Fontainbleu did not need to, its client base built up over many years before the district became designated for that purpose.

One important area that set Fontainbleu apart from other houses was that it never employed young girls, the minimum age for girls was eighteen because the management had decided that the girls needed to be fully aware of the trade before making the decision to enter the world of prostitution.

My days were taken up with schooling, Maman wanted me to be able to do something other than her trade if I so desired, providing fresh sheets for each of the rooms after an assignation, and making sure that there was always café for the clients while they waited for their girl.

There were times when Maman and I would go by carriage to the stores to look at new clothes. As we walked through the stores I would recognise many regular clients with their wives. They would divert the attention of their wives from us for fear that they would be implicated in our trade. But it was a different matter when they visited us, they were friendly, almost personal when they addressed me as I served them café and pastries, I could have been a part of their family.

Maman told me that, while many girls were no more than thirteen years old when they began as prostitutes in other houses, she would not let me decide on my future until I like the other girls at Fontainbleu reached eighteen. In the mean time I learned as much as I could about the art of the seductress so than when I was ready, if I decided to go down that path, I would be able to command as high a price as maman. Grandemaman let me use a peephole to watch as the couples had sex so that I could learn the different positions and the noises that the girls made to please and flatter their clients.

As I grew older and took on the appearance of a lady, my breasts filled out and my body took on a woman's shape, many of the men enquired of Maman if I was available, offering to pay more than the normal rate for my services, but maman told them that I was not available. The more they asked and the more that she refused them the higher the offered price.

On the dawn of my eighteenth birthday Maman sat on the edge of my bed. "It is time. If you do not wish to be one of us then tell me now, but if you do then we must plan your debut with care."

"I am ready Maman, I have waited for this day for so long that I want to do it now."

"No Cherie, we must not rush into this. I have chosen the man to be your first. He is a kind man who will treat you with respect and this is what is right for you. We must pick out the right clothes for you, we must do your hair and apply your rouge so that you look like a lady and not a whore. We must prepare the scene for this occasion, the music must be perfect, everything must be just so."

The day sped by in a flurry of preparations, I was scrubbed and scented, may hair was washed and brushed and then piled on top of my head in the latest style, I wore no undergarments, I needed no corsets to squeeze my body into a slender shape and my décolletage was enhanced by my high set breasts which peeped out of the neckline of my dress.

At last the big moment arrived. I was seated on a chaise-longe in the main reception room when Maman came to me leading a handsome young man. He was dressed in the latest style and carried a gold topped black cane. "Lavinie, may I present Monsieur Jean-Claude Thibodaux, Monsieur this is my daughter Lavinie." I took his proffered hand and bobbed in a slight curtsey and he bent over my hand and brushed it with his lips.

"Enchante Ma'amselle. I am indeed honoured to make your acquaintance." I led him to the chaise and we sat side by side while one of the girls served us a cognac. "I understand this is to be your first time."

"Oui M'seur, it is so. I desire to make the experience a memorable one for you."

"I am certain that you will be most proficient."

I stood up and led him to the salon where my life would be changed forever. It was furnished with a large four poster bed with its covers turned down in readiness, and a chaise which was covered in burgundy coloured velvet to match the carpet. He stood in front of me and bent forward to kiss me, it was the first time that I had been kissed by a man and it was different from being kissed by Maman or Grandemaman, and it sent a shiver right through my body.

"Are you cold?" He must have felt my shiver.

"No M'seur, it is my first kiss."

"Please, call me Jean-Claude." He kissed me again, this time I felt his tongue press against my mouth, I instinctively opened my lips to allow him access. While still kissing me, he unlaced my bodice and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist. "You are an incredibly beautiful young woman Lavinie." He ended the kiss so that he could take in my body, his eyes were upon my breasts, and they were firm and pert with dark aureoles and hard nipples.

He untied my waist and I stepped out of my clothes. He picked up my dress and laid it over the chaise. Turning, his eyes swept over my entire body bringing a flush to my face, I lowered my eyes demurely, for I had no concept of what men find attractive in women and was worried that he would not find me so.

He stepped towards me and lifted my face to his, "I feel privileged to be the first to behold the wonder of you." His finger tips traced a path ever so lightly down my body sending tremors of pleasure rushing through it. His lips followed his fingers, sending me into an even greater frenzy of excitement so that I could hardly wait to see what he did next. "Lavinie I want you to undress me."

My fingers shook so much that I fumbled his buttons and had great difficulty in releasing them. Jean-Claude steadied my hands with his as I opened his shirt revealing a muscular chest with a light covering of silky hairs. My hands went to the waist of his trousers and they soon joined my dress on the chaise. He stood before me, his penis erect and pointing up at me. I had seen girls take a man's penis in their mouths and suck them so I did the same, dropping to my knees in front of him. My lips encircled his head and I engulfed it, sucking as strongly as I could. 

"No Cherie, this day is yours." He raised me up so that I stood in front of him. He was taller than I so he had to bend his head to kiss me. My arms encircled his neck and I stood on my toes, his arms held me to him in a passionate embrace, his tongue was once more exploring the inside of my mouth and I could feel his hard manhood pressing against my groin.

Lifting me into his arms he carried me to the bed and lowered me gently into its sensual confines, the silk of the sheets felt so smooth against my body, their luxury adding to the anticipation. Jean-Claude knelt between my legs and kissed my virginal orifice, his tongue penetrating deep into my body. My body arched to meet his mouth and I could feel the juices well up inside of me. His hand was ever so gently caressing my breast, his thumb and forefinger squeezing my nipple.

My body was tingling under the caresses of my first lover, until suddenly the dammed up desire burst from within me and flooded into his mouth. He lapped up my juices until they ceased flowing then he licked me fully between my legs, his tongue paying particular attention to both orifices. I grabbed at his hair and tried to lift his head away from my body. "Please no more. I cannot control myself when you do that, please I want you inside me." I begged him to desist from this course of action but he would have none of it.

My body was engulfed in a series of pleasure spasms that seemed as if they would never cease, I lost all control and fell into a faint. When I awoke he was laying beside me cradling me in his strong arms. I felt safe with him like this. "You are awake Cherie, do you wish for me to continue?"

"Please, I want to have you inside me," I reached out for his hard penis, "I want this thing inside me now, I have waited eighteen years for this and I do not wish to wait a moment longer."

"D'accord Cherie, it will be as you wish." He placed himself between my legs and lowered his body until the head of his rock hard penis was just touching my virginal lips. He gently inserted them until the head was fully inside me but no further, I felt that he was teasing me again and tried to force myself onto him but each time I pushed myself down he withdrew so that it penetrated no further inside me. "You must leave it to me, I do not want you to be hurt and if you push down on me it will surely hurt you." I obeyed my lover and submitted myself to him entirely.

Slowly he pushed further into me until he met with resistance, he paused in his endeavours and whispered into my ear. "We have arrived at the time when you will feel some pain, I shall be as gentle as possible as I breach your maidenhead, if you cannot stand the pain tell me and I will wait for a while." Again he was slow and gentle as he pushed against the obstruction, the pain I could bear, it was the anticipation that I was having difficulty with. 

Then he was through, there was a momentary stab of pain as the membrane tore but it soon abated to be replaced by the glorious feeling of his entire length inside me. He remained fully inserted in me for some time before resuming his slow movements, almost withdrawing before pushing himself as far as he could into me. I could feel myself beginning to build up into another orgasm and when it came I cried out in ecstasy, "Mon Dieu, you give me such pleasure!"

He rolled over on his back so that I straddled him, feeling him deep within me. "Now Cherie, you will move as your body dictates, allow it to control you, don't even think about what you are doing." I began to rock back and forth on his penis and the pressure on my love bud was intense and soon I found my body shuddering through yet another orgasm. I had to stop my rocking motion until the wave of pleasure passed. It was some time before I had slowly come down from my orgasmic peak and I resumed my rocking. 

Jean-Claude had his eyes closed and his breathing was becoming heavier. Suddenly he arched his back and I could feel his seed spurting into the very core of my being, he let out a long sigh of pleasure and hugged me to him. "If I didn't know better I would swear that you are an experienced lover. I am jealous that I will not have you for my very own, but will have to share you with others."

He rolled me over onto my back and removed his now soft member from within me, and turning around he placed his head between my legs and began to lap our love juices from me. I took his penis in my mouth and sucked it clean, revelling in the pleasure that I gave as I did so.

Maman came into the salon, "Well M'sieur, did my Lavinie please you?"

"Madam, she is a most accomplished lover, she will give her clients great pleasure. I wish that there could be some way that I could have sole rights to her, but alas it cannot be. I do not know what your plans are for her but may I suggest that you arrange for her to only see your most honourable clients and then apply strict limits to the sessions. If I were you I would ask for a high price so that only the wealthiest could afford her and allow her one client each day, that client paying for the privilege of having her for the whole day. I'm sure that Grandpere would be one of her clients."

Jean-Claude's grandfather became my Tuesday client. It was a relaxing day for me, I only had to ensure his café was fresh, light his cigar when he wanted it and at least once during the day I would take his small penis out of his trousers and suck it until he filled my mouth. The remainder of the day I sat in a chair by the window and read or did needlework while he sat at a desk and worked on his business accounts which included the running of Maison Fontainebleau. I found out on one of these visits that M'sieur Thibodaux was the financier of the business and his son and grandson were all involved in one way or other in the operation.

My other clients were all acquaintances of the Thibodaux men. They had the funds to indulge their pleasures and were gentlemanly in their treatment of me. They had no sadistic demands and were content to use me gently with much of our time spent in social activities such as conversation, which I enjoyed very much and learned much from. I learned that I should invest my earnings wisely because my professional life at this level would be short and, unless I wanted to end up as a 'crib girl' on the waterfront, I should put money aside so that I could establish myself in society and attract a suitable man to be either a long term lover or a husband.

My Thursday client was Pierre Dubois, a lawyer, who provided me with the greatest variety of experience. Thursdays involved role playing and sometimes included Pierre's wife Marie. One day she took me into the fashion section of New Orleans where she purchased for me several outfits. When we returned to my apartment within the mansion she got me to model them for her husband. While I stood naked in preparation for the next outfit she approached me, "Pierre, do you not think Lavinie has the most beautiful body?"

He came over to where I stood and looked me up and down, "Yes, she is beautiful but do you not think her breasts could be a little fuller." His hand reached out and he caressed my breast causing my nipple to harden. He walked around me appraising me as if he was going to purchase me, his hand cupping my backside and his finger entering the crack between my cheeks. Marie stooped and took one of my nipples in her mouth and began to suckle on it, I could feel the moisture between my legs. Pierre put his hands on my hips and lifted me into the air, I did not know that he had removed his pants until he lowered me onto his hard pole and began fucking me most powerfully.

Marie lay down on the bed with her naked legs apart and Pierre lowered me so that I could place my head between his wife's legs and lick her cunt. It wasn't long before she cried out in ecstasy, holding my head to her while she came. My climax came at the same time as Pierre's, he had removed himself from me and sprayed his cum over my back.

On another occasion I was dressed as a serving maid in a short black dress and without undergarments. Pierre waited until I had bent down to flick an imaginary speck of dust from a piece of furniture and stood behind me fingering my pussy. He then proceeded to ravish me most pleasurably. 

If ever one of my clients was not able to keep his assignation, and Pierre was not one of those, Jean-Claude was always willing to stand in for him, so I got to enjoy my first lover quite often and he was always as gentle and considerate of me as he was on that first day, giving me many orgasms each time we were together. There was a difference in our love making, he was not a mechanical lover, going through the motions as the others did, his was a mixture of close intimate contact and a kindness and consideration for me as a person. It led me to feel a closeness with him that I could not feel with any of the others.

I have been working for a year now but it is shortly to end. The authorities are making moves to close the brothels of Storyville. M'sieur Thibodaux was warned of this event and is selling the mansion before the moves become widely known. He and Grandemaman are planning to return to Paris where they have bought a mansion in a fashionable part of the city and where they plan to live the rest of their days in anonymous comfort. 

Jean-Claude came to see me today and surprised me with his proposal. "Lavinie, I have lived in an agony of jealousy for the last year thinking of you and those men. I can stand it no longer, you cannot stay here after the houses close so I have bought a house in New York and it would give me the greatest pleasure if you would consent to be my wife and live with me there."

"Oh Jean-Claude I will! You were my first lover and I remember with much joy that first day. You were so kind and gentle, I could not have asked for a better initiation into the pleasures of sex. Although we have been lovers many times since then, I have relived that day again and again. I lay awake at night and I can feel every one of those sensations coursing through my body as if it were yesterday. I fell in love with you then and I still love you."

I am a demimondaine, a prostitute, a harlot, a whore, at least for today, because next week I become Madame Lavinie Thibodaux, beautiful and loving wife of Jean-Claude Thibodaux of New York.

The First of Many Ch. 01



It was the seventies, the middle of the 'sexual revolution', and we were to become willing soldiers in the war.

We were both coming out of disastrous marriages, and when introduced by a mutual friend, both of us, for whatever reasons, felt the attraction immediately. Ree was twenty-five, pretty, and had a body that turned heads. Her breasts were the first things you noticed, whether you wanted to or not. Within a very short time, we were living together and fucking like minks. She claimed I was the first man to ever get her off. I don't really know if that's true or not, but at the time, it certainly stroked my ego.

About six months into the relationship, I took a job in another state and we picked up our lives and moved west. The physical side of our relationship, as intense as ever, was sparked even further by a habit we had gotten into at bedtime. We'd read Penthouse forum, read of sexual trysts, supposedly true, but who knows? We found ourselves both drawn to the letters and stories of threesomes, foursomes, and bisexual romps between women. We'd read, getting worked up and turned on and end with mind-blowing sex. We started playing 'the game' when out in public, spying both men and women that attracted either of our attention, and concoct a quick sexual fantasy with that other person.

Three months after we had moved, my friend of many years, Randy called, and, invited himself out to see us. He and I hadn't seen each other in a couple of years, so his call was both welcomed and a surprise. Ree hadn't met Randy yet but was as eager as I for his planned weekend visit. Since he was a pilot for a major airline, he flew somewhere every weekend or days that he had time off, at little or no cost to him.

We picked Randy up at the airport, and after quick introductions, we headed into the heart of the city for some burgers and brews. The three of us got comfortable with each other's company, and soon it appeared that the three of us had known each other all of our lives. 

"I hope you appreciate all that I gave up to come see you guys," Randy said over a round of fresh brews.

Ree bit.

"Why? What'd you give up?"

"The best blowjob on the eastern seaboard", he responded, a slight smile on his face.

Ree stared at him for a second, and then with a very serious look on her face, said, "Well, if you did, you're a damned fool"! "Good blowjobs ought not to be wasted"!

It took a second but we all convulsed into laughter at the remark.

I suggested, after the fourth round of beers that we pick up some booze and head to the apartment while any of us could still drive. A quick stop for liquid refreshment and we got to the condo, no harm, no foul.

I cooked up steaks for us; we indulged in ice cold beer and after dinner, some one fifty-one rum and cokes. The thing about one fifty-one rum is that it doesn't take much to put you into the tank. We all decided to hit the hay since we had a day of sightseeing in the mountains, the next day.

Our condo was a one bedroom, a loft really, so Randy got the pullout sleeper downstairs. Ree and I said our goodnights and headed up the stairs.

Lying in bed, we began fooling around with each other, trying to be quiet in the process. The rum had definitely kicked our libidos up several notches. Ree was lying between my legs, giving me one of her most spectacular blowjobs. I held off as long as I could but when I could hold back no longer, I exploded into Ree's sucking mouth. She, in turn, greedily sucked it all, swallowing several times before I was spent. Kissing her way up my stomach and chest until she reached my lips, Ree had a wicked smile on her face as she leaned in to kiss me, to let me taste my cum on her lips.

Lying with her head next to mine, she stroked my flaccid cock gently, placing small kisses on my chest, on my nipples, getting me turned on again.

"Would you like me to?"

"Like you to do what?" I responded, my cock beginning to stir back to life in her very able hand.

"Give Randy a blowjob to make up for his missed opportunity," she said, softly.

"Why would you think that I'd want you to do that?" I asked, in turn.

"Because, every time we read about some guy watching his girl fuck or suck another guy, you get really turned on."

I couldn't deny that. Not at all. She was right on the money with that one.

"Would you like to?" I found myself suddenly saying, the quick mental image in my mind of her sucking Randy, giving me an instant erection.

She squeezed my growing manhood and stroked it, getting it even harder.

"I would do it for you even if I didn't want to, but, I admit that the thought does turn me on," she replied, squeezing and stroking my cock as she said it. "If you'd want to, you could probably peek over the loft balcony and watch."

I brought her face up to mine, kissed her deeply, my tongue dancing with hers. Breaking off the kiss, I looked into her eyes and couldn't believe what I was hearing coming out of my mouth.

"Yeah, baby, why don't you go downstairs and give your new friend a sample of what a real blowjob is like."

With that, she kissed me, put on her short kimono and blew me a kiss as she headed for the stairs.

I listen with all my might and could barely hear her as she slowly went down the stairs. I heard the sound she made as she sat on the edge of the mattress. I heard the sound of Randy turning over as he felt the weight on the mattress change.

"Shh," I heard Ree say, "Just lie back and pretend this is a wet dream."

Sure enough, listening hard, I could hear the sounds as Ree began kissing and sucking Randy's dick. Not able to stand it any longer, I leaned over the loft's railing, and, slowly peeked downstairs.

The sofa bed was almost directly under our bedroom space and looking straight down, I saw Randy's face, eyes closed, a smile on his lips. As I watched, mesmerized, I was enthralled by the sight of my girlfriend sucking another man's cock in ways I didn't know was possible!

And suck him she did! I watched as his climax kept building, his facial contortions a dead giveaway. And as I watched, my own cock with a raging erection, I saw Ree's head jerk as he exploded his jism into her mouth and throat. She sucked every drop from him, not caring how much noise she made as she slurped his cum down her throat. After she got the last drop, she lifted her head and eyes, winking at me, as she continued to stroke Randy's dick. He still had not opened his eyes but his smile was much, much larger.

As she rose to leave the side of his bed, she took his hand in hers, and spreading her legs slightly, she inserted his index finger into her pussy, moving it in and out slowly. Randy started rotating his thumb against her clit and as I watched, Ree shuddered with a small climax.

Leaning down and kissing Randy on the lips, she turned and climbed back up the stairs, taking off her robe as she pulled me down onto the bed and mounted me. It took her no time at all before she began shaking with a major orgasm, which, in turn, caused me to climax again, just as she finished.

Lying in each other's arms afterwards, drifting off into sleep, she asked if I enjoyed watching.

"More than I would have ever thought," I whispered into her ear, kissing it afterwards.

"Me too," she said, "It was such a huge turn-on sucking on him, knowing you were in the apartment, that you were watching me suck another guy."

Again, from where inside of my mind, I do not know, but I heard myself saying to her, "So maybe, tomorrow night, if you're up for it, we could have him join us in bed?"

She didn't answer right away but after a few moments, she gave me her answer with a deep, tongue-probing, kiss. 

There was no doubt, in my mind, what the three of us would be doing next evening!

And, thus, we began our journey into the world of swinging.

Stay tuned for more tales, my friends.



The First of Many Ch. 02



The thing is, there really weren't any secrets between Harry and I. We had been neighbors, and friends, since Ree and I moved into the neighborhood. Ree and I had been actively participating in the 'Lifestyle' for a few years when we met Harry and Vicki. Admittedly, both Ree and I, when meeting new people, almost always went into 'selection mode' in our heads, wondering if there was a chance of perhaps partying with whoever was the subject of our mind-queries. Sometimes, we hit a home run, sometimes we struck out. Such is life.

A few months after moving into the neighborhood, and becoming friends with Harry and Vicki, Ree and I went to a 'social' at a swinger's club we frequented. We went alone and to our surprise, we saw Harry and Vicki talking with a couple that we knew. They saw us, we saw them, and the smiles on the four of our faces couldn't have been bigger, or, more mischievous. That evening was the first of many sexual adventures that the four of us would share. When I was out of town on business, Ree would join them for some threesome fun, and, Vicki and Ree became lovers on their own, sometimes letting Harry and I enjoy watching the two of them go at each other.

Over the course of several years, Harry would sometimes talk about giving guy-guy sex a try. It wasn't an unknown to me. I had, in the course of swinging activities, had my cock sucked or licked by another guy. I was, then, and probably, still, an advocate of the 'if it feels good...' school. Though I never reciprocated, I did, honestly, think about it. The closest I had ever come was once when involved in a threesome with Ree and a friend of ours. Ree was sitting on the guy's lap, her back to him, as they fucked. He was in an armchair, and as described, she was sitting, naked as a jaybird on his cock, as he pumped into her with abandon. Ree was sucking on me as I stood before her, and after I climaxed, she went back to enjoying his long, thick cock assaulting her willing pussy. On a whim, I knelt between their legs, and as he slammed his dick into her, I began licking her clit, my tongue occasionally feeling his shaft when my tongue rimmed her pussy lips. It was all good.

So, one day, a couple of years after Ree and I divorced, when Harry and I were returning from the hardware store getting some parts for a project, we openly talked about sex, swinging, etc. We did this often, Harry and I, as did the girls, I'm sure. Harry especially liked Ree's oral talents. I concurred then, and, even though we're divorced, I couldn't disagree with him.

"You know," he said, as we drove towards the liquor store for some 'project helper', "just to let you know, if ever you'd want to explore a little fun and games between the two of us, I'd be open to it."

"Where the hell did that come from," I asked, laughing as I said it.

He grinned.

"I'm just saying," letting his statement just 'hang there'.

I was silent, for a while, and then from out of nowhere, I told him about the one time I was 'close' to tasting a cock. I told him, also, about the two or three times that my cock had been sucked by another guy in group sexual situations.

"How was it?" Harry asked, nonchalantly.

"The worse blowjob I've ever had, Harry, was absolutely marvelous," I responded, and we both laughed, taking a bit of the tension out of the car.

"You never know, Harry, you just never know," I said.

Harry just glanced over towards me, smiled, and almost imperceptibly, nodded his head in agreement with my statement.

I remained close friends with Harry and Vicki after Ree and I divorced, and she with Vicki. I had joined them in some sexual threesomes after our divorce, and I'm sure, Ree did as well, though they never mentioned it. They kept their friendship with us, as singles now, true to each, not picking sides. A good thing, in my view, and I respected them for it.

Harry and I returned to their place and inside of an hour, the project was done, and done right the first time, amazingly enough. Just another reason to celebrate, and we did, the rum bolstered by some excellent herb that Vicki had rolled for us as a reward. As we worked on the project, Harry had told Vicki of our conversation in the car. As I said earlier, we had no secrets from each other when it came to sex. Vicki confided, once before, when she and I were catching our breath from a furious fucking session, that, sometimes, when she and Harry were fucking, that she'd fuck him in the ass with one of her dildoes. Wasn't my thing, to be sure, but, hey, whatever floats your boat is alright with me. 

So, this night, after partaking of too much rum and herb, Vicki casually suggested that the three of us hit their hot tub, and the suggestion was greeted with enthusiasm by both Harry and I. We all headed downstairs to the basement and quickly, the three of us were naked and in the tub. Been there, done that before, so it was comfortable.

Never bashful, Vicki, sitting between us, soon had our cocks in each of her hands, slowly, sensually, "priming the pump," as she used to say. I laid my head on the edge of the tub and enjoyed her manipulation of my manhood, closed my eyes and drifted into the moment. After several minutes, her hand was joined by her mouth, slowly, the warmth of her mouth and tongue, making my cock even harder.

"Damn, Vick, but that feels good," I said, my eyes still closed, but my breathing becoming increasingly more rapid as my climax built.

"I'm glad," I heard her say, but her voice was in my ear, not from between my legs. Taking a stoned moment to process this, I quickly realized that she couldn't be sitting next to me, whispering in my ear, when her mouth was still sucking my cock! Fucking Einstein is what I am.

Opening my eyes, I turned to my side and looked into Vicki's eyes. Looking down, that wonderful blowjob I was receiving was being administered by my friend, Harry.

Did I pass out? How did I not perceive the fact that he had moved between my legs? How did I not grasp that? Was I that fucking stoned?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Vicki stopped me from obsessing about this situation by getting on her knees on the seat we shared in the hot tub and placing a breast to my lips. Vicki's breasts are smallish, with wonderful nipples that are perfect for sucking and nibbling. She removed her hand from my cock, placing it behind my head, slowly pulling me towards her as I swallowed more and more of her breast, my tongue dancing on her rock-hard nipple. Vicki is small; 5'2" and "maybe", 105 lbs, soaking wet. In sexual situations, she is incredibly limber and flexible, thus, after a few moments of sucking her breasts, I was able to pull her up and over my reclined head. Her knees slid smoothly on the wet decking, allowing me to pull her very tasty pussy down to my waiting mouth and tongue. I am an oralist, plain and simple. I totally got into the moment, savoring Vicki's smell and tastes while enjoying, what was turning out to be, a very good blowjob.

Harry's on the smaller side, as well; 5'6", 140 lbs. or so. I've been blessed with a nice sized cock, thankfully, but its girth was giving Harry some difficulty. He was only able to get about half of me into his mouth, but it was enough. As he worked his mouth and tongue over my dick, I was burying my face in his wife's tasty crotch, much to her enjoyment, judging by her vocal responses to my attentions.

Vicki began her climax, which only served to spring forth my own. She and I climaxed at the same time, her in my mouth, me in her husband's mouth and throat, which he gamely, dare I say, eagerly, took down with noisy gulps, between breathes.

Silently, she got off of my face, and sat down on the seat, next to me, in the hot tub. Harry, silently, flicked his tongue over the head of my cock and swiped the last bit of juice from its head, and took a seat, next to Vicki.

None of us said a word.

Vicki got out of the tub, dried off, and said she'd be back after she cleaned up a bit, and rolled us another joint. Both Harry and I just looked at her, nodding our acknowledgment.

As my eyes returned to the blank wall across from my seat, I saw that Harry was erect. He is smaller-dicked than I am, the tip of his cock barely breaking water as he sat in the tub.

And just that fast, as quickly as it entered into my head, I acted upon it.

Moving to my knees, in front of Harry as he simply watched with a slight smile on his lips, I spread his legs and lowered my head. For his part, Harry raised his ass so that he could place his hands underneath it in order to raise his cock further out of the water.

With no hesitation, I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of a cock for the first time. It was curious; foreign, yet exciting to me. I sucked slowly, at first, increasing my actions as I became excited by this new 'thing.' I played my tongue across and around his cock as I sucked. The taste and texture of his hard dick becoming intoxicating to me, getting me excited and bringing life back to my own cock. The more I sucked, the more of him I was able to swallow until his entirety was in my mouth, my lips brushing against his pubic hair as my head moved up and down his shaft. I slipped my hands under his ass to lift him more. He placed his hands on my head, rubbing through my hair as I sucked his cock. Suddenly, he tensed and tightened his hands on my head, as he exploded his cum into my mouth. It surprised me when it hit the back of my throat, but I swallowed, savoring the taste as it slid down my throat, and sucked the rest of his climax, until there was no more.

I lifted my head, and saw Vicki standing at the door, fresh doobie in one hand, her other hand, slowly massaging her pussy, a smile on her face.

"His cum tastes good, doesn't it?" she said, climbing into the tub to rejoin us.

"Well, since the only other man's cum I've ever tasted was from a freshly-fucked pussy when I was eating it, I'd have to say the taste is different, but not in a bad way," I responded as I stood, my own erection quite evident. 

Vicki reached out with her lips and kissed its tip and said, "Let's do this doobie, then dry off and head to the bedroom so we can put that large dick of yours to good use."

"Am I invited, too?" Harry questioned, half-jokingly.

"Oh yeah, sweetie," She said, "I'm going to fuck you guys until one of us says 'Uncle."

It turned out to be Vicki who cried Uncle first. She took a turn with each of us, one at a time, while the other guy watched. But then she wanted us both at the same time, me in her pussy, Harry in her ass. She mounted me, taking me deep into her pussy, then, laid on top of me so that Harry could slide into her ass. We began fucking, quickly getting into a rhythm, Vicki screaming in ecstasy as the three of us climaxed with seconds of each other.

"No mas," She said softly as she lay on top of me, catching her breath. Harry had pulled out of her and was in the bathroom cleaning up.

"Thank you for allowing Harry to suck you," she said, "He's talked about doing that to you since the first time he saw you naked," laughing, as she said it.

"I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it, and sucking on him as well," I replied, honestly.

"I've thought about it over the years, wondering and all, but never felt comfortable enough with other guys to even attempt it." "With Harry, well, with Harry it's different, but I think you know that."

"Yeah, I do, but thanks again," she responded.

I dragged myself to my car and my apartment around two in the morning. Thinking about the evening, as I drove, I came to the inescapable conclusion that, in the end, I'm a hedonist.

I can live with that.



The First of Many Ch. 03



After our weekend with Randy, Ree and I really accelerated our exploration of the 'Lifestyle'. The week after Randy returned home was a week filled with world-class fucking and sucking sessions for us. We both talked about the experience at every opportunity, each of us getting excited by the reaction of the other, excited that we both 'knew' that the other was just as anxious to take this further. Randy's last night with us was our first time for a MFM threesome. Whatever misgivings I might have had was dispelled that evening. For her part, Ree relished the role of being the 'meat' in our sandwich. 

You must remember that this was in the mid-70's, long before the internet made 'hook-ups' easier and faster. There were, however, periodicals dedicated to the swinging world, usually regional but if your city was large enough, there was several just for your town. Ree and I would frequent a couple of 'higher end' Adult shoppes for toys, videos, and mags. Within a few months, through these mags, we met some other people in the lifestyle; most were nice and pleasant, some weren't. They can't all be home runs, folks. What Ree liked most of all, though, was for her and I to go the bars and pickup single guys that struck her fancy. Ree was really into having single, or married, guys join us for fun.

About six months after our weekend with Randy, I had a business trip scheduled to an adjacent state that would take a week or ten days for me to complete. I was making the first 'field' contact with a chain account that was new business for my company. Ree hadn't gone back to work yet and we decided that she'd come with me on the trip. Get to see the countryside and all. Three weeks prior that trip, we were whiling away the evening going through our favorite swingers mag when she saw an ad from a couple that lived in the last city on my 'tour'. They had included pictures and they were attractive, and the ad was well written, complete with punctuation and correct grammar, which was not always the case, lol.

We answered the ad, included our contact info and some very hot pics of Ree. She might be my ex, but the truth is that Ree's body and beauty were attention-getting. About a week later, the first of several phone calls occurred when they called us, one evening. Sensing kindred spirits, we (both couples) became comfortable and friendly through the phone conversations and a 'date' was made for the four of us to meet.

The trip was made very bearable by the thought of our planned tryst in the last city on our trip. We called the night we arrived to schedule times and such for the next evening. Kai (Kay, but her spelling) answered and was really happy to hear from us. Like us, she and Ron had been happily anticipating our arrival. The only hitch, it turned out, was that Ron had to fly into his home office for a day meeting and wouldn't return until around 8 that evening. Like Ree, Kai didn't work either, so she invited Kai to spend the day with her at our hotel, enjoying the pool and all. Kai thought that was a great idea. I talked to Ron and made arrangements for me to pick him up at the airport, outside his terminal, and we'd drive to meet the girls. I ended the conversation with the description of my vehicle, and said good night. That night, in the hotel bar, Ree got herself all worked up by dancing with some single guys we met at the bar but none really hit her 'hot' button as a bed-mate. There was one that almost made her grade but in the end, they got her hot, and I got to enjoy the benefits.

I went off the next morning and met with my customers and got back to the hotel around 3 or so, in the afternoon. Dropping off my briefcase, I went to the pool and found the girls at the far end, sunning. Kai's body was as hot as the mag picture showed. Introductions were made, and small talk followed for a short while. I excused myself to go write a couple of reports and told them to give me an hour or so, and they would return to the room, after I promised to have a luscious doobie rolled for the three of us. Kai and Ree both beamed brightly at that prospect.

"Ready or not, here we are," Kai's voice proclaimed as Ree unlocked the door. I had gotten out of my suit and was in casual shorts and a tee. The girls were still in their 2-piece bathing suits, both barely being contained by their bra tops. 

"As promised," I said, lighting the doobie, taking a deep hit and passing it to our guest. This was not Kai's first rodeo with weed, evidenced by the deep hit she took, holding it in as she passed it to Ree.

This was really, really good stuff and had us in the zone quickly, sweetly. The girls were semi-reclining on the bed and I was in a chair nearby. We finished the roach and all of us were quiet for a while, letting the pungent smoke take effect. 

"Aren't her boobs just suckalicious?" Ree said, out of the blue, leaning into Kai as she said it.

"They certainly are an eyeful, as well as a mouthful, I'm sure," I replied in a very stoned, laid-back manner. Kai blushed, slightly, but thanked us for the compliment. She then ventured her opinion that Ree's were quite spectacular as well.

"I couldn't agree more," I said, in answer.

Up to this point, Ree had given no indication that she was 'female-friendly' sexually. Kai and Ron's ad mentioned that Kai was bisexual but it wasn't a deal-breaker if the other woman wasn't, Kai still liked her share of cock. Ree's comment, however, did put a bit of a different countenance on Kai's face and she pulled herself up to the headboard, relaxing with her back against it. Ree remained reclining, with her arm and hand supporting her head.

"Can I see them?" Ree asked Kai.

"Only if I can see yours too," Kai responded.

"OK, but you first," Ree countered.

Kai reached behind her back and unsnapped her hook, letting her bra-top fall from her breasts. The sight gave me an instant erection. They were C, almost D, cup sized, and perfectly formed with perky nipples.

Ree just stared for a while and finally said, "Wow, girl, those are gorgeous."

Kai murmured her thanks for the compliment and reaching over to Ree's back, she unhooked Ree's top, letting her hand travel along her shoulder afterwards. Ree's top also fell victim to gravity and fell to the bed.

"Damn," I said, "I am the luckiest man in the world this afternoon."

The girls both laughed aloud at that statement and agreed with it.

"Would you like to touch them," Kai asked Ree.

Ree's answer was to reach out with her free hand and cup one of Kai's breasts in her palm, softly squeezing and rubbing the nipple as her hand moved in small circles. Kai and Ree simply stared into each other's eyes, as Ree continued her explorations.

Kai slid down so that her head was now on the pillow, lying on her back, Ree's hand having now moved over to Kai's other breast. Not breaking eye contact with each other, Kai's hand moved off of the bed and began doing the same type of caressing to Ree's breasts.

For my part, I sat back in my chair, mesmerized and hard as a rock. I wanted so badly to reach out and add my hand to the mix, but for fear of breaking the moment, I didn't.

As if she had read my mind, Kai turned and looked at me, smiling and invitingly.

"I don't mind if you'd like to touch them also," Kai said to me, her arm pulling Ree closer to her body. "But, guys, I wouldn't feel right about any serious fooling around without Ron being here."

"How about some 'friendly' foreplay?" Ree said as she allowed Kai to pull her head to lie on Kai's stomach, Ree softly placing small kisses on Kai's belly and ribs.

"Ummm, that feels good, Ree," was Kai's response, "I didn't know you were bi, though." 

"When I was much younger," Ree answered as she continued placing little pecks on Kai's body, getting closer to her breasts each time, "I had an older girl cousin that liked to fool around with me and show me stuff. It was fun and I admit, exciting, but I've never really thought about it, one way or another."

And with that statement, Ree reached up to place kisses on the underside of Kai's tits.

Kai was smiling, enjoying Ree's kisses, when she reached out to me with a hand. I took her hand and let her pull me towards the bed, where I knelt, and leaning over, started kissing her other breast. Kai placed a hand on each of our heads, holding them to her breasts, as Ree and I sucked and licked them. Looking over towards Ree, I saw that she had brought up one of her hands to squeeze and fondle the breast she was sucking. Looking to the side, I saw Ree's other hand had separated Kai's legs slightly and was rubbing Kai's pussy through her suit bottom. 

Kai's murmurs and moans became more and more sensual. Clearly she was enjoying our attentions to her body. But she suddenly pulled Ree up towards her head until she could suck Ree's breast into her mouth. Ree's hand left Kai's pussy and began playing with Kai's breasts, her eyes closed, enjoying Kai's sucking on her tit.

I slowly slid Kai's bottom off of her, she, lifting her ass to make it easier for me to do so. Crawling between her legs, I began kissing her inner thighs until my tongue found her erect clitoris. I sucked it into my mouth and let my tongue dance around it which caused Kai to begin grinding her pussy into my mouth. Holding my head hard to her grinding crotch, Kai's moans became louder and louder, her sucking of Ree's breasts becoming more intense, more aggressive, which Ree was clearly enjoying.

"Ahhhh, I'm going to commmme," she said loudly, as she did just that. Her breath was hard, fast, her body glistening with sweat and moisture.

"Damn but that was so fucking GOOD!!!" she said, loudly, pulling the pillow over her face so that she could scream into it.

"I hate to break this up," Ree said, "But, you've got to go pick up Ron, honey."

Damn! I had forgotten about that.

Scurrying around to get my 'stuff', I finally said that we'd be back in about an hour or so.

From the bed, Kai smiled, and rolling Ree over on her back, said to me, over her shoulder, "Take your time, sweetie, I'm going to play with your wife." Her hand removing Ree's suit bottom as she was saying it, her head moving towards Ree's, now exposed, pussy.

-Part 2-

I found Ron with a minimal amount of trouble. We introduced ourselves and he hopped in. I didn't say anything to him about already having tasted his wife's delicious pussy; I figured it would be mentioned sooner or later, but not by me. I did tell him that I left the girls behind in our room and that they were waiting for us. Ron just looked at me and grinned.

"I'd be willing to bet that your lovely wife, and she is stunning, by the way, is enjoying Kai's dancing tongue about now," chuckling as he said it.

"Probably a safe bet," I said as I maneuvered us out of the airport, "they were lying in bed together, when I left, admiring each other's boobs."

Ron laughed and asked me how I liked Kai's breasts.

"They're fucking outstanding," I answered, honestly, and looking at him when I said it.

"Yes, they are, aren't they?"

"You'll like Ree's body, Ron, that, I can promise you."

"I'm looking forward to it," he said, patting my shoulder as he said it.

We got to know each other on the 45 minute drive to the hotel, through traffic, and I found that I genuinely like him, that I could have a beer with him any old time. It turned out, later, that he felt the same way as I did about that first meeting.

Arriving back at the hotel, I called the room and asked if we could bring anything up from the bar. Ree answered and, after checking with Kai, asked us to bring up a couple of bottles of wine. As I was about to hang up, she asked where the weed was, so that she could roll a couple of doobies. Great plan.

When I booked the hotel, I purposefully got a mini-suite, which included 2 king-sized beds. I had a feeling that this would prove to be a good idea.

Opening the door, Kai was back in her swim suit and Ree, standing behind her, was in a pair of shorts with a tee, and no bra. They both looked stunning, and warmly greeted us, Kai kissing me, Ree kissing Ron. And that's how we walked into the main area, each with the other's partner, and so it would stay the rest of the evening..

Kai started the first doobie going around after she and Ron had a quick 'catch-up' chat. I opened the wine, and Ree held the glasses as I filled them, passing them along as she did so.

Kai and I sat on a small love seat, while Ron and Ree sat on the bed nearest to us and the couch. We drank, we passed the joint, finishing it on the third go-around. I opened the second bottle of wine and refilled. The liquor and smoke worked their magic with us and, soon, group conversation trailed off into talk between the couples, soft talk, meant to be heard only by the other in the conversation.

Ron and Ree began slowly kissing, little pecks and nibbles at first, but then the kisses became deeper and longer, hands found breasts and bulges, rubbing, feeling, fondling. Kai nestled herself into the crook of my arm, there on the loveseat, her left hand on my thigh, a pinky reaching out to stroke my bulging package under my pants. She turned her head into the side of my face and neck, kissing, licking, her tongue leaving a wet trail in its path. My hand had slipped into the bra-top of Kai's suit, grabbing more breast then my hand could hold, her erect nipple rubbing against my palm as I explored and felt her.

Ree had her head tilted back now as Ron had lifted her tee top and was sucking on Ree's breasts. Her hand had skillfully unzipped his pants and she had his hard cock in her hand as he sucked on her, her hand slowly, sensually, stroking Ron's dick. His dick was on the smaller side, but that didn't stop her from her manual adoration of his manhood.

Kai and I were still on the loveseat, watching, getting more turned on by their activities, as well as what we were doing to each other.

"I think it's time for us to use that other bed, don't you?" she whispered into my ear, followed by her warm, wet, tongue snaking into my ear and across the lobe.

"I think its past time," I answered, standing and lifting her off the loveseat by her hand. As we walked past the end of the bed our partners were on, I saw Ree rip her tee top off of herself, followed by her head diving towards his crotch, taking him into her mouth in one movement. As Kai and I settled onto our bed, Ree was now kneeling over Ron's reclined body, her hands pulling off his pants, her head and mouth never stopping as she continued to suck him. The level of excitement I felt at watching my woman sucking on another man right before my eyes was unbelievable. A fleeting thought that I was, in the end, a voyeur ran through my head, followed by my own answer of, "So what?"

Their lovemaking, on the next bed, faded from my consciousness as Kai and I began kissing and touching each other, quickly getting lost in our own passions and demons of pleasure. She took my cock in her hand as we kissed, and guided it towards her spread legs, and inserted it into her wet and warm pussy, softly moaning pleasurably as we synched our movements, our lust for each other, the driving force. 

Kai, like Ree, is multi-orgasmic, and she enjoyed several until I could last no longer, finally releasing my pent-up climax in a bed-shaking spasm of pleasure that washed over me, causing bright flashes in my brain, so strong was the orgasm.

I collapsed, first on top of Kai, then rolling off of her, she following, lying on top of me, our arms around each other in a tender embrace.

"When you catch your breath," she whispered into my ear, "I'd love for you to use that magic mouth and tongue of yours on my pussy," kissing me after she said it. 

She broke off her kiss, smiled down at me, her eyes capturing mine.

Leaning in to my ear, she again whispered, "No one has ever made me feel that good before, man or woman," giggling softly as she said it. "I just want to be sure that you are as good as I think you are," her arms around me, squeezing softly, sensually.

And so I did. For what seemed like forever, her repeated climaxes seemingly stronger than the previous ones. Finally, as my jaws and tongue began to ache, I lifted my head from between her legs and looked up only to see her eyes lovingly looking down upon me. Allowing her to help me up from between her legs, she lay next to me, her head on my shoulder, her hand tracing patterns on my stomach, her fingers softly rubbing the underside of my cock, which was once again, rock-hard. Her kisses trailed down my chest until, she, once again, had me in her mouth, sucking and licking, awakening my lust once more. I glanced over to the next bed and saw Ron looking towards us, Ree between his legs, easily deep-throating him. We watched each other's woman suck the other, and we both climaxed, within seconds of each other.

They left our hotel after many hugs and kisses among us. Afterwards, after Ree and I had fucked each other in a frenzied, lustful lovemaking session, she lay in my arms, both of us spent.

"Enjoy it?" I asked.

"It was good, but honestly, I've had better," was her reply. "Given the choice," she continued, "I'd rather spend time with Kai between my legs," laughing sexily as she said it.

"After you left to pick up Ron, she sent me to the moon with her tongue and mouth," Ree said. "It's been a long time, not since my cousin and I use to play around, since a woman excited me sexually as she did. By the way, Kai thinks you eat pussy better than any man she's ever been with," she added.

"I know, she told me too," I said.

"Well, I can't argue with that," Ree said, as she gently pushed my head towards her fresh-fucked pussy.

Epilogue

As a couple, we saw Ron and Kai a few more times. After Ree and I 'crossed the bridge'-more about that in the next posting-I would meet with Ron and Kai for some delicious threesome activities, and on occasion, when Ron was away on business and I was in town, Kai and I would meet, just the two of us, and the sex for her and I was always mind-blowing. In a previous posting, I told Harry of having my cock sucked a couple of times when in a threesome with another couple.

The first time that happened? It was Ron.



The First of Many Ch. 04



A year and a half into our relationship, and about eight months after we had that first session with Randy, Ree and I married. No, it didn't last, but those seven years, sexually, provided me with fond memories. It would be another six months, after our marriage, before we 'crossed the bridge', both of us, separately.

To 'cross the bridge', in the world of swinging, means to have sex with someone else, without your spouse or partner present. At least, that's how it was explained to us by others in the lifestyle. For the purpose of explanation, the term serves as well as any. And not that it matters, Ree crossed first, but I wasn't far behind her.

I was out of town, on business, and as was our habit, we spoke every night by phone, keeping in touch. Would the calls sometimes generate masturbation? Not always but, sometimes, both of us would masturbate while talking 'dirty' with each other. Not as good as the real thing, but it served both our purposes of sexual release. This night's call, however, ratcheted the bar upwards.

After the normal catching up chit-chat, I sensed, by the silence, that there was more to come. 

"Is everything all right, babe?" I asked, after a few moments of dead air in my ear.

"Yeah, everything's fine, but, but..." the sentence left dangling in my ear.

"But what?"

Then I was assaulted with disjointed words, phrases, and, honestly, it was hard to understand her.

"Whoa, slow down, baby, take your time, and start at the beginning."

A deep inhale of air by her, in my earpiece.

"You have to know, up front, that I didn't plan any of this to happen. It just, well, it just sort of happened, you know?"

"Yeah, I think so, but why don't you just lay it out for me," I answered, a bit of quizzical look on my face, I'm sure. It certainly was in my head.

"Remember the girl I told you about, at work, you know, Doris? Remember how I told you that I kept getting the feeling that she was flirting with me, when others weren't around? Well, today, since we were closing the office at noon, so the execs could go on their retreat, Doris asked if I'd like to come over to her place for a drink or two, before I went home. It seemed like a harmless enough invitation, and since I had nothing to do here, I accepted, and followed her to her place.

Silence, as if gathering courage, I suppose.

"Yeah, I remember, so go on...you went over to her place."

"She fixed us a light salad for lunch, and, afterwards, she fixed us a couple of 151s and coke. Baby, you know how I get with 151, and I know I should've said no, and asked for something else, but......well, I didn't. Like usual, the 151 got me buzzed very quickly and I found myself accepting a fresh one, not even realizing that I had already finished with the first one! So, we're talking, I'm getting really, really buzzed and before I knew what was happening, Doris was kissing me, and I was kissing her back!"

As I listened, I felt a familiar stirring under my sleep trunks, not unwelcomed, I might add.

"Yeah, go on," I encouraged her.

"Sweetie, I just couldn't stop, her kisses and touches really felt so damned good, and all I could see 'in my head' was Kai making love to me, remember?, when you left to go pick up Ron at the Airport."

"Go on," I said, my hand now rubbing my rising cock through my trunks.

"She stripped my clothes right off of me, and I took hers off, as well, and we fell into such passionate kissing and all, whatever thoughts I might have had about stopping quickly left my mind. Baby, she was soooo good with her tongue, almost as good as you, but different, you know? Anyway, she got me off first and then I attacked her! Can you fucking believe that? I fucking attacked her, burying my face in her pussy. Oh baby, you should taste it, I hope you can one day, but, oh baby, it tasted so fucking good! I got off just from eating her!"

My cock was out of my trunks and my hand now had a firm grasp on it, stroking it slowly, gently, not wanting to build up and cum too soon.

"Go on, sweetie," I managed to croak out of my dry mouth.

"And that's when we got caught, when my head was buried in her pussy."

Not sure I heard her right, I said, "You got what? caught? Is that what you said?"

"Her husband wasn't supposed to come home until tomorrow from his business trip, at least that's what she said."

"Go on."

"Well, this is where it gets bad. Though I suppose it couldn't have gotten worse. I was so embarrassed when I heard his voice and then his gasp. I couldn't turn and look at him. The only hole nearby that I could crawl into, was too small, it could barely fit my mouth and tongue," laughing, as she said it.

I chuckled along with her, as the mind-picture is really, quite funny.

"Doris didn't seem perturbed, in fact, she lifted my head from between her legs and said for me not to be embarrassed, that her husband has seen her with women before, but not usually without he knowing about it. I just looked at her, you know?, and she pushed my head back down to her pussy, and told me to continue. And I did, you know? And when I felt a hand gently rubbing on my ass, I was just too far gone and into it to stop, you know? Please tell me you know what I mean?"

I was stroking my cock with increased speed now, its warmth and girth, feeling very good in my hand.

"Yeah, Baby, I do understand," I said, honestly, "So? Did you fuck him?"

There was a long chasm of silence when I barely heard her whispered answer.

"Yes, I did. The truth is, I fucked him twice, and ate her twice, also."

Now, the silence came from me, but not intentionally. When I heard her answer, it caused me to climax, and I was finishing my ejaculation, catching my breath.

"Oh God, you're pissed! You're angry!" She said.

"No, no, nothing near that," I responded, and I confessed my jackoff to her and how I came when she answered my question.

"You're not angry or mad with me?" She asked, pensively.

"No, sweetie, I'm not angry, or mad, or anything like that. I guess, if I'm going to truthful, the proper adjective would be 'turned on'.

"Really!?"

"Yeah, really."

There was a comfortable silence between us as we each hung on to our land line connection. She no longer felt like she had cheated, I was accepting the fact that I was really okay with my wife having fucked another person, correction, two other persons.

"They asked me to come over tomorrow night for dinner and drinks," She said suddenly.

"What did you tell her, or them?"

Hesitation, then, "I told her I'd call her back tonight, after I talked with you, and that I was going to tell you. And, by the way, they are also swingers, obviously, but I told them that you and I are, also."

"What would you like to do?" I said, knowing the answer before I asked the question.

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"If you wouldn't be upset with me, I'd like to go. John is a good fuck, and so is Doris, and they promised to make me the object of their affections, which makes me a bit curious." She replied, honestly.

"Only if you promise to tell me about it, afterwards, so that I can take care of business in this lonely, old hotel room," I replied, laughing as I said it.

"You know," She started, "it seems only fair for you to have a go with someone, if you get the chance. I promise I won't be mad if you do. I mean, it's only fair, right?"

"I'm not keeping score, honey, but, if the opportunity arises, I'll take advantage of it, and I'll tell you about it, also," I answered.

I crossed the bridge the following week. And so the journey continued.



The First of Many Ch. 05



Ree and I continued with our swinging activities, along with our 'regular life'. Our neighbors across the street, Harry and Vicki, knew of our 'other life' because they, too, had another life that involved swinging. We had many encounters with them, both as a couple, and as a third party, as a single. It was all good. But periodically, Ree and I would hit the circuit, looking for new conquests to bring into the fold. One memorable evening...

"So, what are you up for this evening," I asked, drying off from my shower. Ree was already into a sexy pair of panties and was deciding whether or not to wear a bra.

"Do you want to go by the club and check out the scene there?" She answered, pulling a top over her head, over her braless breasts, adjusting it just so.

'The Club' was an on-site swingers' club, members only. It had conversation pits, a bar and dance floor, and hot tub. It also had some public orgy rooms, with multi-leveled bedding pads, and three 'private' rooms. These cost a couple of bucks but 'newbies', especially, liked the privacy these rooms provided. Friday nights, which this was, also had singles allowed. Usually, you had to be a couple or with a couple. But on Wednesdays and Fridays, singles of both sexes, who were members, could join in the fun. 

"Yeah, we can do that, and if you don't see anything to your liking, we can check out a couple of hotel bars," I answered her as I started dressing.

"It's not just me going out, honey. What if you see something that catches your attention?"

"Then, we'll talk about it," I said, smiling at her gorgeous body as she, yet again, put on another top. When Ree was 'in the hunt' for sex, she liked to show off her assets, favorably, as do most people. The outfit she settled on did just that. Her pants showed off her shapely ass and her top allowed a good bit of cleavage to show, as well as her nipples, when they hardened.

"How do I look," she asked as she twirled about.

"Good enough to eat," I said, reaching for her as I said it.

"Honey!" She protested, stepping out of my reach but laughing as she did so, "I just got dressed!"

"Okay," I said, "But make damn sure you save enough for me, for when we get home from playing."

Kissing me and giving my package a squeeze, she said, "Always sweetie, always."

We arrived at the club around ten'ish or so, grabbed a couple of drinks at the bar and sort of wandered around, saying our hellos to some of the regulars that we knew, many of whom, have been our sex partners at one time or another. We both commented on the amount of both single women, as well as men, here tonight. We found an empty seat in one of the conversation pits, sat down, and watched the activities.

We started making bets when we'd see some couples in deep conversation, or a couple chatting up one of the singles, as to how long it'd be before they headed off to the rooms. I usually lost and, tonight, was no exception.

Several people came by and chatted us up, but not having seen 'the signal' from Ree that she wanted to play, we stayed polite, but passed. Until Steve showed up, that is.

"Hi, I'm Steve, and I've seen you guys here on other occasions but never connected with you, but, hopefully, I can make that right tonight."

We introduced ourselves and invited him to join us in the pit.

"Seriously, I've been wanting to meet you guys for a long time and when I walked in tonight, and saw you here, I couldn't believe my luck," he said, laughing as he said it.

We chuckled along with him, Ree taking the occasion to place a hand on his arm, as she laughed. 

Steve was twenty-eight, six foot even, and in shape. He had an infectious smile, and a quick wit, which we both liked immediately. He was single, had been introduced to this place by a former girlfriend, and has been a member for a couple of years. He said he enjoyed the lifestyle, the idea of sex without commitment, kindred souls sharing their joy, and bodies.

"That pretty much sums it up for us, as well," Ree countered, "We've met some really nice people with whom we've become friends, the sex aside."

We continued to chat and at her request, I went to the bar and fetched us all another round.

"Would you mind if I danced with your lady, if she'd like to?" Steve asked when I returned with the drinks.

"Not at all, if she wants to, she's all yours," I said, taking a sip from my drink.

"Promise?" she said to me as she took his hand and followed him out onto the floor. 

The first song was a medium tempo thing that allowed little touching, but gave people a chance to 'shake their thang.' The next song, though, ah, the next song was slow, sexy, and long.

"How 'bout a dance, sailor?" I heard a sexy voice to my right say.

Turning towards the voice, I saw an attractive Brunette, in a one-piece jumpsuit smiling down at me. I looked around me, and turning back to her, I said, "Are you talking to me?"

"Don't go Robert DiNiro on me," she said, laughing.

I laughed along with her, and taking her by the hand, I said, "I'd love to dance with you."

Her name was Pauli. She and her husband became members a couple of years ago, to spice up their marriage, she said. She enjoyed the lifestyle, she said, but, in the end, he was still an asshole and they split up, but she stayed a member, as a single. She likes the 'no commitment' aspect of the lifestyle.

Notice a theme here?

"Nothing to worry about except your sexual desires," she said, softly into my ear as she pulled herself back towards me, after talking about herself. 

I filled her in on Ree and me, and when I saw Ree and Steve across the floor, I pointed them out to her.

"Hmm, looks like your wife and whats-his-name are getting cozy. Good idea," she said, moving her body closer to mine.

Looking over towards Ree and Steve, I could see that they were dancing very slowly, almost like a slow grind, as they kissed. The sight made my manhood wake up, as well as the warmth of Pauli's body.

"Why me?" I asked after a while, my hand now gently rubbing along her spine.

"A friend of mine, whom you've been with, pointed you out to me a couple of Fridays ago and told me that if I ever got a chance to jump into the sack with you, that I should. When I saw your wife get up to dance with, Steve is it? I thought I'd see if you were interested." She ended her statement with a nibble on my ear, which sent shivers down my spine, right to my cock.

"Oh-oh, looks like I've awakened someone," Pauli remarked, laughing.

"Yes. Yes you have," pulling her closer and leaning down, kissing her, after I said it.

The song ended, and as we left the floor, I intercepted Steve and Ree, introduced them to Pauli, and told them that we were getting drinks from the bar. They asked for refills and headed back to the pit, while Pauli and I gathered up the goodies.

We returned and handed them their drinks, and since they were sitting close, side by side, Pauli and I sat across from them, also close. We toasted, we chatted, and we fell into private conversations, and back into group talk, on occasion.

Ree gave me the signal. Quite clear, quite concise, so I brought up the subject of perhaps finding a room, or if they'd like, getting a private room, if one was available. One was, and when I returned to the pit, I handed the key over to Steve and said for them to go ahead, that we'd be along shortly. Three knocks, I told him, three knocks and it'll be us.

"You guys don't 'have to be with each other', when having sex with others?" she asked me.

"Not always, we're past that, though we do enjoy the other being there."

"That's nice," she replied, leaning into me and kissing me with lots of tongue.

My hand found her breasts and as we increased the passion of our kiss, our hands were all over each other's body. When she grabbed my cock, through my pants, she squeezed it lovingly, and then proceeded to grip it tightly as she ran her hand along its length.

"I'm ready to fuck you right here," she whispered, her breath heavy, "If you aren't ready to head back to the room."

"Oh, I'm ready. I'm really fucking ready," I said, standing and helping her up from the low-slung seat.

I signaled with the three knocks, and Ree opened the door, mostly dressed, but her top was off and her pants were undone at the top button. Looking past her, to the bedding, Steve was already naked, his thick, large dick at full attention, glistening with wetness from where Ree's mouth had been sucking and licking it. 

"Two minutes longer, and you guys might have had to wait a bit for one of us to open the door," Ree said, laughing good-naturedly.

Stepping into the room ahead of me, Pauli reached over to Ree's unbuttoned pants, and standing very, very close to Ree, Pauli's lips close to Ree's, she found the zipper on Ree's pants and started pulling it down, the waist band of Ree's pants, falling apart. Ree just stared into Pauli's eyes as she closed the door behind us, letting Pauli reach into her pants with her hand and slowly rub her mons and pubes.

"Looks like your friend is ready for you to get back to business," Pauli said, and leaning into Ree, Pauli kissed Ree lightly on her lips. "With your kind permission," Pauli continued after breaking off her light kiss with Ree, "I'm going to fuck your husband's brains out, but, later, while the guys are resting, you and I need to have some fun together."

Ree smiled broadly, and kissing Pauli back in like manner, said, "That sounds like a wonderful idea, pretty lady."

The private rooms were set up with bedding, three king-sized mattresses laid side by side, and elevated slightly. Plenty of room, for sure, probably enough to accommodate six or eight people. But, this evening, there would only be four of us with plenty of room to fool around. The lights were dim; some nice background sounds were being piped in, the smell of sex was palatable in the air and slipping out of her loosened pants, Ree stepped up onto the bed, and after giving Steve a long, deep, kiss, she resumed her sucking of his cock.

Pauli turned towards me and asked me to disrobe her. I began unbuttoning the top of her pants suit, the swell of her breasts emerging as I worked my fingers lower and lower down her top. I peeled the suit off of her shoulders, lowering my mouth to her braless tits, taking each nipple, one at a time, into my mouth, sucking and licking as I did so.

Kissing my way down her flat belly, she helped me by deftly sliding out of her outfit, one leg at a time, her pantiless, trimmed bush, beckoning to my mouth and tongue. Totally naked now, she pulled my head into her crotch, letting my mouth and tongue taste her, slide into her, suck on her swelling clitoris.

"Ooohh, baby, I like what you're doing down there, that really feels good," her hands rubbing and pulling on my head and hair.

She smelled great, and tasted even better, almost like she had rubbed honey all over her pussy. I became caught up with her tastes and smells, doubling my efforts with my mouth.

Pulling me up from my knees, Pauli kissed me deeply, while she hurriedly fumbled with my clothes, getting them off of me, pulling me down with her onto the bed. We kissed each other with passion, our hands discovering each other's bodies, our mouths glued to each other.

As we moved further up the bed, I glanced over towards Ree and Steve and, now, Steve was over Ree, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock, putting it in, and pulling it out, repeatedly. Ree finally grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into her, her hips thrusting upwards so that she could take all of his thick, nine inches deep inside of her.

Pauli lowered her head over my cock, her hand sliding up and down its shaft, and in one movement, she sucked in the head and slid down my shaft with her mouth, taking all eight inches down her throat easily, her mouth widening to accept its thickness. I pulled her hips over my head so that we were in the classic sixty-nine position, and lifting my head so that I could taste her, I began orally assaulting her delicious cunt as she did the same to my dick. After several minutes of mutual orally pleasuring each other, she quickly pulled her pussy from my mouth, and rolled over to her side, her hand still holding my dick.

"Oh, no, not yet, I don't want to come yet. I want to come with your dick inside of me," she said softly, between deep breaths. And rolling over onto her back, she pulled me on top of her, her legs spreading as my cock slipped into her very wet and warm pussy. Wrapping her legs around the back of my thighs, she held me in place as her hips rose to meet my thrusts, her moans and groans becoming louder with each thrust of our hips.

From the other side of the huge bedding pads, Ree's cries as she and Steve achieved climax were equally as loud, Steve's grunts and groans increasingly loud, also, their sounds of pleasure, seemingly driving Pauli and I as we fucked each other harder and harder. Her nails were now digging into both cheeks of my ass, almost to the point of pain, but not quite, yet. Her mouth was now buried into the side of my neck, her moans muffled, her teeth biting, again, almost to the point of pain, but just short of it.

The pain came next, as she clamped down on my shoulder with her mouth, her hands digger further into my ass as she reached climax. The combination of her frenzied, biting, squeezing, and orgasm sent me into orbit at the same time, our bodies in spasms of jerks and orgasmic release. I came in waves of ejaculation, each spasm causing me to thrust deeper into her, which brought her a couple of mini-orgasms as her first one began to ebb.

As the four of us lay in our coupled heaps, each of us, in their own manner, coming down from the orgasms, Ree broke the spell of orgasmic bliss first.

"Sweetie," she said to Pauli, "I do believe that you did indeed fuck my baby's brains out, at least, most of it," her tone, sweet, sexy and contented. As if on cue, each woman took our shafts into their mouths, licking, sucking the remnants of our climaxes, savoring the mixed tastes and smell of our cocks, mingled with their pussy juices, each seemingly lost in the act.

Ree, having finished with Steve's cleanup, crawled over towards Pauli as she was finishing with me, sucking me clean, lying on her stomach, over my semi-hard dick. Spreading Pauli's legs, and then her ass cheeks, Ree slid her tongue down Pauli's ass-crack to her pussy. Ree, hungrily and noisily, began licking and sucking my cum from Pauli's pussy, Pauli's moans of pleasure giving away her enjoyment of Ree's actions. Pauli's head was now hovering just over my cock, her hands gripping tighter around it as she approached another climax.

Shuddering with pleasure, Pauli dropped her head to my nipples, sucking them and biting them, again muffling her groans of sexual release. Her climax over, Pauli looked up at me with dreamy, hazy eyes and said, "Oh damn, but you two really know how to eat pussy," grinning at me after she said it. She then, turned her heads back, towards Ree, and told her to turn over and spread her legs, that it was her, Pauli's, turn to taste and suck Ree's pussy.

And so she did, as Steve and I enjoyed the show, letting our well-fucked and sucked cocks, to regain their strength. 

For her part, Pauli couldn't seem to get enough of Ree's pussy, bringing Ree to several orgasms of varying degrees of intensity. For her part, Ree motioned for both Steve and I to come and kneel by her head, and as Pauli dined at Ree's 'Y", Ree took turns sucking on our resurrected cocks, her mouth stretching to it's limits as both he and I were thicker and longer than the average guy. But, Ree, being the excellent cocksucker that she is, brought us both to climax, each in turn, swallowing and licking us both clean afterwards.

"Uncle!" cried Ree, her breath, coming in short, labored gasps, gulping for air after she sucked the last of Steve's cum down. Pauli began laughing, softly at first, until the giggles infected us all. Quite a sight I'm sure, these four naked, spent bodies, laughing almost uncontrollably, the moment slowly surrendering to contented murmurs, and strokes of each other.

We finished the evening by meeting at an all-night diner where we laughed, joked, teased, and fueled our satiated bodies with breakfasts. We, Ree and I, exchanged contact information with both of them, and after one last hug and kiss in the parking lot, we went our separate ways.

*

Epilogue

Both Steve and Pauli were to remain part of our 'inner circle' of friends with benefits for several years. Curiously, though, we were never to meet again as a foursome but we were to enjoy many satisfying threesomes with each, they becoming somewhat regular partners for us. 



The First of Many Ch. 06



"Do you remember, Lori, the older blonde that you met at the Christmas party?" Ree asked as we were falling asleep one evening.

"Lori?"

"Yes, you danced with her a couple of times, and I sat at the table talking with her husband."

"Oh yeah, the older guy, right?"

By this time in our relationship, Ree had just turned thirty and still looked great. I was now thirty-eight, still young enough to think of 'older' as being anyone over forty-five, lol.

Lori, it turned out, was fifty, but, honestly? She looked as if she was in her early forties, not a raging beauty, but not unattractive, either. I remembered the dances. I remembered that she danced well, and, well, felt good in my arms as we twirled around the floor. I also remembered that her husband was older than she, by about fifteen years as it turned out.

"Yep, I remember her, and him, why?"

"I need you to do me a big favor, if you would?" was her answer, "I sort of already committed you to do this, and, well..."

"What'd you promise that I'd do, Ree?" sort of smirking as I said it.

"I told Lori that you'd fuck her."

"You what?" I said, louder than what was probably necessary, but, hey, it was a bit of a shocking statement, don't you think?

"Okay, hear me out," Ree said quickly.

"She and I have gotten very friendly and close at work, and she really doesn't have any close friends or family nearby to talk with, not that she'd want to talk to them about this, but, you know what I mean. She talked to me for days after the party, about what a good dancer you were, and how it felt good to be out and not just sitting on a chair, gathering dust. She said she almost felt young again when you guys were out there, dancing."

"And?" 

"Well, she confided to me that she and her husband haven't had sex for years, you know, his age and all, and that he doesn't seem remotely interested in how it affects her. 

She told me that, while she does masturbate, it's not 'quite enough', you know?"

"And?"

"And, she is about to seriously consider finding someone that she could, occasionally, achieve some, much needed, sexual relief. But she's scared, and fearful, and doesn't want to feel like some cheap, cheating wife, but, she also can't live like this any longer. She loves her husband but each day brings her closer and closer to doing something that will absolutely destroy her marriage, if he ever found out."

"And this involves me, how?"

"Well, now don't get angry, well I told her of our 'other life', of how we have kept our relationship vibrant and sexy, by bringing in others to share our sexual side with us. I told her that we usually have these trysts as a couple, with other couples, and singles, and that I wouldn't trade that side of our life for anything. That it has kept us fresh and young."

"And?"

"And I asked her if she'd like to have a romp with you, to have you make love to her. Honey, you should have seen her eyes, and her expression. It was as if I had asked her if she'd like to fuck the Pope or something. Then, baby, then she just looked at me with such a hopeful face that I felt my heart just melting away for her. She then asked me if I was joking. She couldn't believe what I had just said, and I was starting to think I had made a big fuck-up when she touched my hand, gripping it with hers, and said, "Yes, if you're serious, yes."

Ree had been on her hand and bent arm, lying on her side when she told me all of this, but now, she lay back, putting her head on her pillow, and stayed silent, waiting for whatever my reaction was going to be.

Hell, I wasn't sure what my reaction was going to be either. So, I lay there, silently processing all of this unexpected news. I remember going through the pros and cons of this situation, mentally, and I remember that at the end of all of that, I had more pros than cons. What the fuck?

"I'll do it."

"You'll do it?" Ree almost screamed as she rose off of her pillow, back to a leaning, sideways position.

"I'll do it, but only if, 1. We do it here, at our place and, 2. You are here, not necessarily in the room, but that's okay if you want to be, but here, if she freaks out or something."

"She'll be here tomorrow evening," Ree said.

"You already set this up?" I said, somewhat, but not completely, perturbed.

Leaning over me, kissing me softly, sweetly, Ree returned her head to her pillow.

"Do I know my baby, or what?" She said, with a bit of a smirk in her voice.

Part 2

"Hi Lori, welcome to our home," stepping aside, as I said it, to allow her to walk into the foyer. Taking her wrap, I hung it in the closet while making comforting, welcoming chit-chat with Lori. That done, I brought her to me in a soft embrace, a quick peck on her lips; breaking away, I took her by the hand into our living area.

"Hey Lori, I'm so glad you came," Ree said as she took Lori by her hands, giving her a kiss on the lips as she did so. Ree was to tell me later that, unlike most women, that Lori seemed very comfortable with the kiss, and that she had warm, wet lips. But I would that out myself, shortly.

I took their drink preferences and returned with a bottle of a really nice red wine, and three glasses. Opening, then pouring us all a glass, we clinked glasses and toasted to friendship. I rose and selected some nice sounds for background music and, returning to our sitting area, a miniature conversation pit, really, I sat next to Lori, leaving Ree facing us from the hassock.

The wine was working. The music was working. The conversation was free, easy and relaxed. I took opportunities, when they arose, to touch Lori just a shade too long, to brush against her just a shade harder than necessary. She never flinched away and, as she became more comfortable with the ambiance and all, she began similar flirting gestures.

Ree left to open a second bottle, leaving Lori and I alone, talking quietly.

"Ree told you, I'm sure," Lori said, after she had taken a big sip of her vino.

"Yes."

"You must think I'm pathetic," her voice, quivering, soft.

"I think you're a beautiful woman who loves her husband, but also has needs that are tearing her soul apart. I think that you are a woman who needs to feel the loving touch of a lover, without feeling the guilt of an affair. I think you are a woman who yearns to explore the unknown side of her psyche, to find out what is beckoning to her."

"Yes, yes, that is exactly who I am, what I feel."

Turning her face towards me, I leaned down and kissed her, softly at first, but ever increasing in its passion and lust. Ree was right about Lori's lips being wet and warm. And welcoming, very welcoming were her lips. Hungry. Starved. Wanton.

We heard Ree return and begin to pour us all more wine. We heard but we ignored. We continued kissing, our tongues dancing with each other, exploring the inside of each others mouths. I brought my hand up from her thigh, where I had been stroking her, straight to her breast, her nipples pushing hard against her blouse and camisole. No bra, I liked that. Her breasts, very firm for a fifty year old woman; hell, firm for many thirty year old women. We reluctantly pulled away from each other's mouths, turning towards Ree, sitting on the hassock, glass in hand, a sly smile on her face.

"He's a good kisser, isn't he," Ree said to Lori, as if I weren't in the room.

"Oh yes, oh yes indeedy, he is definitely a good kisser, Ree."

"You know what else?" the sound of Ree's voice entrancing, drawing Lori almost hypnotically into her gaze.

"What else?" Lori said, her hand on the inside of my thigh, casually stroking it with her fingertips.

"The boy knows how to eat pussy, girlfriend!" Ree purred, grinning afterwards, a final wink to Lori. "But, sweetheart, you're going to find out for yourself. I wish I could be there to see it."

"Why can't you?" Lori said, still staring into Ree's face.

Silently mulling over Lori's remark for a few minutes, Ree finally spoke.

"How about you two heading on back to our room, and in a little bit, if you don't mind, I'll slide in to watch. How's that sound?"

Looking now at me, Lori smiled and said that sounded just fine.

Ree was to tell me, later, that she had dropped that hint about watching hoping for the response that she got. She also said that her own little devious mind had started buzzing her brain with mind-scenes of Lori, being eaten by her.

Lifting Lori by her hand, I helped her from the sofa, kissing her briefly, feeling the heat on her lips, sending definite messages to my groin.

We walked down the hall, towards the master bedroom, arms around each other, her head resting on my arm.

Ree outdid herself in preparing the bedroom. Candles and oil-lights were tastefully displayed in secluded nooks, casting the bedroom in a soft, sensual light. Our king bed was turned down, ready for play, and she had positioned a small loveseat next to the bed, off of the headboard. It looked like it was supposed to go there, if the bedroom was unknown to you.

Lori looked around, nodding her head, as if speaking to herself, and turning around to face me, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, smiling, her eyes locked on mine. Her body was very attractive; curvy, breasts firm, nipples that begged to be sucked. After removing her panties, she walked over to me, and began taking my clothes off of me, kissing my body, licking my nipples. Dropping to the floor to help me out of my pants, she wrapped her arms around my legs and slowly kissed her way up until my balls brushed the top of her head. Lifting her head slightly, her tongue traced a trail across my balls, to the underside of my cock, which was now standing straight out from my body. Leaning back on her heels, her head tilted back, she ran her tongue along the length of my dick, rising up on her knees as her tongue flicked the head of my cock and took my cock-head into her mouth.

This woman might not be getting any action at home, I thought, but it's not because she's inexperienced.

Lovingly, slowly, her mouth and tongue explored my cock-head, and, inch by inch, she soon had more of me in her mouth than most women could do.

Not wanting to cum too soon, I lifted her up from her knees, kissed her, her tongue diving down my throat, my own taste fresh on her lips. While still kissing, we made our way to the bed, climbed onto it, and fell into each other's arms, our kiss never broken. 

Her body was soft to my touch, warm and welcoming; her hand was stroking my cock, squeezing its thickness, rubbing the precum from my slit onto her palm. I was kissing and sucking her breasts, her other hand, holding my head to them as I toyed with her nipples with my tongue, soft moans escaping her throat.

Rolling her over on her back, she parted her legs for me, her hands gripping me tightly on my arms, her eyes begging me to fuck her. I inserted my cock into her pussy, her legs clamping behind my thighs immediately, and slowly I went deeper until I was in completely, my girth spreading her pussylips, the sheen from them, visible in the soft light.

She pulled my head down to hers, our lips locking in a passionate kiss as our bodies became synchronized, moving slowly at first, but increasing with each passing second.

I 'felt' Ree's presence, rather than heard it.

Nearing climax, Lori was now bucking her hips against me, driving her pussy higher and higher, forcing my dick, deeper and deeper. Her head was thrown to the side, her eyes closed and an increasing volume of sounds coming from her open mouth. Glancing to the side, Ree had changed into a caftan-type outfit, free-flowing, thin cotton, and as she watched Lori and I fucking, she had thrown one leg over the arm of the loveseat, her hand gently massaging her pussy and clit, while watching us fuck.

Lori exploded.

Gripping me tightly, screaming, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"

And then I did! In waves of thunder! My final thrust of ejaculation causing her to scream in ecstasy, her voice slowly softening to a contented murmur and moan.

A few minutes after we collapsed into each other's arms, she turned her head towards Ree, watching Ree play with herself, their eyes locked intently. Spreading her legs further apart, for Lori's view, a few minutes passed.

"Lori?"

"Yes?"

"Did you enjoy that? Did it feel good?" Ree's hand, never stopping as she played with herself, twirling her short pubes between her fingers, playing her fingers across her clit.

"Yes, it was..." but Ree cut her off.

"Would you turn to face me?" Ree said suddenly. "Turn your pussy towards me, and lean against our stud for support."

And, without questioning why, though I suspect she knew why, she did as asked. I kneeled behind Lori, letting her lean against me.

As both Lori and I watched, Ree slowly dropped her leg from the arm of the loveseat, and stood, slowly taking off her gown as she did, her eyes never leaving Lori's. Totally naked now, Ree knelt on the floor in front of Lori, gently spread Lori's legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed, and kissed the inside of Lori's thigh.

As Ree moved her lips, slowly, deliberately, higher on Lori's thigh, the deeper Lori's breathing became. I could feel the change as she leaned against me. Reaching down her front, I placed both of my hands on her breasts, fondling them, caressing them, and causing Lori to begin moaning, softly.

Ree reached her target, Lori's cum-soaked pussy, wet and smelling of sex.

"I'm going to clean you up, hon, I'm going to suck my hubby's cum juice from your lovebox, Okay?" 

"You two do whatever you want to me," Lori moaned, "any fucking thing you want to do."

Reaching behind her with a hand, she grabbed my rebounding cock, and pulled me around until she lay on the bed, a pillow under her head, my dick in her mouth and throat. The harder Ree ate Lori, the more intense her sucking of me became.

She took me out of her mouth only long enough to scream when Ree brought her to climax. After its effects died down, she took me back into her mouth to get me off. And get me off, she did, swallowing everything I gave her, licking cum from her lips afterwards, smiling broadly as she did.

Turned out her husband was away on business, and could stay as long as we wanted, and nobody had to work tomorrow.

Lori fucked me dry.

Lori ate pussy for the first time, and the second, and the third, etc.

Lori had a delightful time.

Epilogue

Lori stayed a playmate with us for about a year, every five or six weeks or so. She also became a widow about six months later. Last I heard, she was living in Arizona and kept a couple of boy toys around the house.

Good for her! 



The First of Many Ch. 07



I've always known that I was a bit of a voyeur and, as we continued with our adventures in the lifestyle, I became even more so. Never more was that more evident than in this following tale. 

"So, do you want to go?" Ree asked, in between slurps on my cock.

Where she was asking me to go was to a house party, thrown by a couple, members of the swinging club we also frequented. It was fairly common for someone in the club to throw a party for members, every few months or so, fucking optional, but certainly encouraged. One of the quirks was that the hosting couple, or single, had to invite someone they knew from the lifestyle, that the others haven't yet met. Usually this entailed bringing in people from outside the club. A not-so-bad way to meet other people who delved into the lifestyle.

As she raised her head off of my cock, making a small popping sound when she released her suction, she asked again.

"So, do you want to go?"

"I know that I want to come, but as far as the party? Sure, why not. We've had fun at these events before."

"And come, you shall," her head bobbing down once more, her mouth swallowing me.

We knew the hosts well; Very well. Both Ree and I agreed that as bed partners, we both liked the wife the best. Charlie? Well, Charlie can be a bit of a boor sometimes, especially when he drinks a wee bit too much. 

But tonight, Charlie appeared to be in good form, introducing the couple he had invited to join us, around the room.

Ree and I were mingling, together, and chatting with old friends when Charlie and his guests found us on the deck, getting some air, the two of us.

He introduced us to Jim and Diane, a very attractive black couple, friends from out of town. We chatted with them for quite some time, as Charlie went to fetch them some drinks. I noticed that Jim and Ree were sort of connecting on some sort of level. Diane and I got along well, also, but there just wasn't that 'snap', just comfortable. You know?

Charlie returned with their drinks, and excusing themselves, off they went with Charlie to meet a couple of more people.

Ree and I watched them walk away, our eyes following their path.

"You know what?" She said, turning towards me.

"What?"

"I've never done black. We certainly have screwed a lot of white people, but I've never done black. I think I'd like to try Black." She said, a quizzical look on her face.

"Okay."

"You're really okay with that?"

"Ree, it's just a color, it doesn't change the soul."

Reaching up and kissing me, she asked, "Mind if I go 'trolling' for a bit? See if I can find some playmates?"

"See you later," I said, kissing her back.

About an hour later, I was fixing myself a drink at the wet bar, when Diane showed up, empty glass in hand.

"What can I fix for you, pretty lady?"

"How about a nice stiff Scotch and water?"

"I can do that," and do that, I did.

"Where's Jim?" I asked, making conversation.

"Last time I saw him, he and your wife were talking in the den." She replied, looking up from her drink, smiling at me as she said it, "getting cozy. Look, I'm pretty sure that they are going to be doing the horizontal bop tonight, and that's okay, but I'm a 'bit' different than most swinger wives." She added.

"How so?" I asked, more than a little bit curious.

"I like to watch, okay? That's my 'thing'. I give him some time to get his thing going with whomever, I wander in, I watch, I get myself off watching him fuck someone. I'm telling you this because, at some point, I'm pretty sure you're going to start wondering if you and I are going to have sex, like our partners."

"And the thing is," she continued, after taking a breath, "I only fuck my guy. I don't mind if he fucks someone else but I only fuck him. Though, sometimes, I might join in, if I find the gal attractive."

Tipping my glass against hers, I said, "Understood, pretty lady. You're pretty sure that they are going to fuck, are you?" I added.

"Oh yeah, especially when I saw your wife checking out his 'package'," she said, laughing a bit.

"That sounds like Ree," I said, joining her in laughter.

Breaking the pregnant silence, I turned to her, saying, "I like to watch at times, as well. Sometimes, I just like watching Ree make love with someone else, man or woman."

"Would you like to watch tonight, with me?" She asked, and then adding, "I wasn't completely honest about my hunch. They are definitely going to fuck tonight, and I'm supposed to come back to our room, where we staying this weekend, in about fifteen minutes to 'do my thing.' And, if you'd like to....," letting the sentence unfinished.

I fixed us both fresh drinks, and handing it to her, I said, "Lead the way, Diane."

We worked our way through the house, various and sundry couplings going on around us, and took the stairs up to the guest rooms. Diane stopped just short of the door, turned to me, and gave me a soft, sweet kiss on my lips, which I returned.

"Thanks for not giving me grief about 'my thing' back there," she said, kissing me again. Reaching down and rubbing my crotch, she said, "There's something else I wasn't quite honest about back there," kissing me again, squeezing my rising bulge.

"I do fuck other people, but my little scene back there tends to weed out the less-understanding people of the world."

Returning her kiss, I let her take my hand and rub it across her breast.

"I do like to watch, though, for a little while, if that's all right?"

"So do I, and it is definitely all right."

I followed her into the softly lit bedroom. It was pretty damn large, and had a small sofa, on the wall, near the bed. We made our way there, quietly, not wanting to disturb the scene on the bed next to us.

They were both naked, on the bed, he lying on his back, his head propped up by a couple of pillows. Ree was lying next to him, facing in our direction, leaning on her elbow of one arm. The other hand was busy stroking Jim's very large, very black cock, her mouth and tongue trailing kisses and licks to his monster shaft. She opened her eyes, took in the sight of Diane and me sitting on the sofa, and closing her eyes once more, took Jim's cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, a throaty sound coming from her muffled mouth. Jim had reached around with one of his hands, and was finger-fucking Ree as she sucked him for all she was worth.

The sight was mesmerizing, watching his large black cock disappear into her mouth, and the excitement that Ree was obviously feeling. Glancing over, Diane had, indeed, slipped a hand under her raised dress, rubbing her pantiless pussy, pulling on her pussylips and clit.

Reaching over and grabbing my hand, she moved it to replace hers, rubbing her pussy. "Don't stop, lover, whatever you do, don't stop," she said, using both of her hands to take off her blouse and bra, Her skirt was some sort of wraparound, and releasing some fastener, she whip it off and from under her in one swift move, leaving her naked and stunningly beautiful.

As I continued to play with her pussy, she deftly removed my clothes and turning her back to the bed, she reached down to my cock and starting running her hands up and down its hardness, softly moaning as she did it.

Placing her knees on either side of my legs, she moved her pussy to the tip of my cock and, closing her eyes, lowered herself onto my manhood until it was into her all the way. She took my head in her hands, pulling my lips to hers as she began a slow grind against me, raising her ass every once in awhile , to let my cock slide up and down inside of her.

I had wrapped my arms around Diane, and as we kissed and fucked, I opened my eyes to see what was going on with them. Ree was face down, her head in a pillow, and her ass in the air. Jim was behind her, fucking her doggy-style, slamming hard against her, Ree's pussy stretched by his size. But she was enjoying it to the max. She was screaming her delight into the pillow and just as he exploded into her, she climaxed at the same time.

Diane was kissing me hard now, her movements quick and hurried, her moans of delight muffled by our mouths welded together. She quickly broke away her kiss, and moaning loudly, began a climax that seemed, would never stop. I started mine then, as well, and rode the elevator down from the top of the mountain with her.

Sinking into my shoulder, after her last spasm, she looked up, kissed me passionately, and, silently, pulled herself off of my dick. In one movement, she was on her knees, between my legs, her hand guiding my cock to her opening mouth. She slowly, lovingly sucked our juices from my dick, murmuring contented sounds, as she did so.

Looking over towards the bed, Ree was now back on top of Jim, doing the same thing to his cock. She was making love to his dick, there was no other way to describe it, and damned, if it wasn't hot to watch.

Finished with me, Diane rose, kissed me on the lips, letting me get a taste of our nectar, and turning towards the bed, she climbed onto it with them. Joining Ree, she began licking around the base of his cock as Ree was busily sucking on his cockhead. Wordlessly, they changed places as if they had rehearsed this. As I watched, Ree locked my eyes with hers; and, staring into my eyes the whole time, sucked his balls, one at a time, into her mouth, her tongue running over his sack and nuts. Taking his ball from her mouth with a mini-popping sound, she licked from the bottom of his cock to the top where her lips found Diane's.

Ree and Diane locked into a deep, passionate kiss, their arms wrapping around each other. Jim slipped out from under them and joined me on the sofa, to watch our girls with each other.

They started exploring each other's bodies with hands and kisses, eventually winding up in a sixty-nine, Ree on top, both of their heads busily eating each other, sucking their man's cum from the other's pussy. Diane climaxed first, driving her pussy hard into Ree's mouth. Her hands were digging imprints into Ree's ass as she squeezed it, her cries of delight muffled by her face in Ree's pussy. Just as Diane ended hers, Ree started, and, it too, seemed to last forever.

Everyone caught their breaths, relaxed, and then before we left, the four of us fucked again but this time we were all on the bed. Ree and Jim orgasmed at the same time, Diane and I, quickly following with our own.

We all got dressed, exchanged numbers, and rejoined the party, sharing drinks, watching cocks getting sucked, pussies getting fucked, having a grand old time of it.

"My pussy's sore," Ree said as I drove us home. "Damn, but his cock is big! Almost too big!"

"But, it was worth the soreness, right?"

"Oh yeah, sweetie, it definitely was." She replied

After a bit of silence, she said, "You know, I know it's only a color and all that, but I have to tell you, I was really turned on by that whole black and white thing."

"Most people are," I replied, "It's probably the contrast of the shades that make it so enticing and erotic," adding, "and, if truth be told, I was excited as hell watching his black dick disappear into your mouth and pussy."

"But, definitely a 'must do again', don't you agree?" I asked Ree, driving into our driveway.

"Oh, yeah, baby, we will definitely do them again." 

Epilogue

We saw Jim and Diane for about two more years, and then he was transferred across the country. They were Ree's first black couple, but definitely, not her last.



The First of Many Ch. 08



The girls, Ree and Vicki, wanted us, Harry and me, to take them to the Enclave for a night of fun and games.

The Enclave was an Adults Only motel in the city, in our suburb of the city, to be accurate. It featured 'theme' rooms, most with in-room Jacuzzi Tubs (mini-hot tubs), large waterbeds, and several channels of porn, any flavor you desired. A few of the rooms also had a smaller room, as well, featuring chair-swings, bondage beds, for the BMSD devotees, out there. That wasn't 'our thing', never our thing, outside of the occasional use of silk scarves, tied to bedposts, but that wasn't really a regular activity, in truth.

The Enclave also had an indoor, heated pool with attached hot tub, clothing optional in this common area of the complex which was accessible through an indoor hall. It wasn't a bad place to scout out the other players, and to meet possible playmates.

Bowing to their pleas, I drove us there, Vicki sitting in front with me, Ree in the back with Harry, a fat doobie being passed between the four of us. Harry and I checked us in, and we drove to the back of the complex, to our favorite room, which was nearest to the indoor pool.

The girls wanted a 'quickie' with each other's spouse before we hit the pool area; and, ever accommodating, Harry and I succumbed to their wishes, the four of us on the bed, in a delicious tangle of bodies and climaxes. One more shared doob, this one a bit smaller, before quickly showering, and heading to the pool, using the robes we had all brought with us.

There were a few other groups in and around the area, a few couples at poolside tables, a very attractive woman with a couple of guys swimming around in the pool, another couple in a corner of the pool, and a couple who was in the communal hot tub.

We walked towards the couple at the hot tub after some benign chit chat among us, and, they invited us to share the bubbling tub. I had noticed that Ree seemed to be paying particular attention to the couple who were swimming in the pool, and sort of hanging out near the deep end, so when she said, "Baby, why don't we hit the pool for a little bit and do some laps?" I wasn't terribly surprised. Harry and Vicki said they'd do the tub for a bit and chat up the couple there.

Ree made a 'mini-show' of taking her robe off, stretching her arms and legs in a pretense of limbering up, and dove into the pool. She swam towards the deep end, flipped and lapped back to where I was, and flipped again, heading back the other way. I joined her, catching her by mid-pool and semi-raced her to the end, where we stopped, hanging on to the side.

Stan and Joy, that was the other couple's names, said a polite hi since we were only about six or so feet from them, which we returned, introducing ourselves. Rather innocent chit-chat followed, both couples, getting the lay of the land, so to speak. Like us, they were also bareassed, and also like us, not very caring about it. They appeared to be in the early twenties or so, but very well spoken, clearly educated and deliberate in their conversation.

Joy and Ree started talking between them, leaving Stan and me to converse about something or another. While I was talking to Stan, nearer to him now, having swum over to his side, Vicki walked over from the hot tub, dripping as she walked, and bending down in a semi-squat, her short-haired bush right over my head.

"Hey sweetie, Harry and I are going to join Ralph and Steph for a while at their room, okay? Don't you dare leave without us," laughing as she said it.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Vick," introducing Vicki to Stan and Joy afterwards, "have fun," I called after her as she turned to walk back, with a wave of her hand over her shoulder.

"Obviously, they're friends?" Stan commented.

"Friends with benefits," Ree quickly chimed in, a nice smile on her face.

Both Stan and Joy acknowledged Ree's comment with a knowing smile and nod of their heads.

"It's good to have friends like that," Joy piped in, a bit nearer to Ree now.

"Yes, it is," Ree answered while moving herself closer to Joy.

After a bit of further small talk between Stan and me, he lowered his voice almost to a whisper, and said, "Looks as if our ladies are getting to be a bit friendly, themselves."

Casually turning to look over my shoulder, I could see Ree and Joy were now very close to each other, each holding on to the end of the pool with one hand, their other hand beneath the water. They were silent, facing each other, but the look on their faces gave away the fact that they were playing with each other, under the water.

Suddenly, Joy leaned into Ree and gave her a kiss on the lips, and looking over towards Stan and I, asked if we'd like to come back to their room for a while and if we're interested, they had some smoke to share. Ree smiled, looking at me, and announced that she was certainly up for that!

Once in their room, both of the girls shed the robes, and more or less, falling into bed at the same time, asked that we take care of the rolling duties. Stan asked if I could roll very well, because he couldn't, that was Joy's job. "But, it looks as if she's a bit preoccupied right now."

Assuring him that I could indeed roll, he offered to clean the weed. Glancing over to the bed when he asked that, I noticed that Ree and Joy were indeed a bit busy. They were making out with each other, kissing, touching, Joy's fingers playing with Ree's pussy as they explored each other's mouths.

Stan and I watched our girls with each other as we finished up the chore they had given us, and, Stan said, off-handedly, as we watched, "You know, if I was a woman, I would definitely be a lesbian."

"Yup," I agreed, and gave him the freshly rolled joint to fire up.

Reluctantly, the girls broke off their make-out session in order to join us in the smoke, but, not before they each sucked the other's fingers, very wet with each other's juices.

"Stan, I usually have the best weed in our crowd," I said, holding in the smoke as I passed the doob to Joy, "but I have to tell you, man, this is some very wicked weed," letting the smoke take me over in a head-rush.

"We'll exchange numbers and I'll see if I can hook you up with my chick," he said, "she never disappoints in the weed department."

We finished the joint, Ree getting to eat the roach, then, Joy reached out to me and without too much effort, pulled me with her as she backed up on the waterbed, towards the headboard, bringing me with her onto the bed. Ree reached out for Stan's hand and did likewise.

Each couple became lost in exploratory sex with their partners, neither paying particular attention to what the other was doing. Joy was a very good kisser and very good with her hands, expertly doing the things that a guy likes having done when in a make-out session. 

Eventually, though it wasn't planned that way, Stan and I wound up between the legs of each other's wife, giving them head. Glancing up from between Joy's thighs, I saw she and Ree kissing each other, playing with each other' tits, as we munched away.

"No, no, no, not yet, lover," Joy said, pulling me from between her legs, and scooching down the bed at the same time, wrapping her legs around my ass, and guiding my cock into her with her hand. "I want to come with you in me," she said, quickly getting into rhythm with me.

Ree had turned over on her stomach so that Stan could enter her from the rear, doggy-style, bending over and kissing Joy as he began pumping into her. Giving Ree some room to kiss and fondle Joy's lips and tits, I supported myself upright, driving hard into Joy, one of her hands on my arm, the other, holding Ree's head to her breast.

Joy was tight, very tight, and a veritable fucking machine in movements, her pelvis able to thrust at an incredible speed, I thought. The combination of all of that caused me to pop my orgasm a lot sooner than usually, which in turn, caused Joy to orgasm immediately after me.

Ree and Stan weren't very far behind us and collapsed in a heap, next to us, all of us breathing hard, catching our breaths. We rested, we talked, we joked and we watched a little porn on the in-room system. I say a little porn because it couldn't have been on more than five or ten minutes when the four of us were at it again, this time, though, with our own spouses, a very nice change of pace from the usual.

Vicki and Harry were in the middle of a fuck-fest with each other when Ree and I showed up, and just that quick, Ree was fucking Harry and Vicki was sucking me off. We all took quick showers with each other's spouses and gathering our goodies from the room, we left for a late-night breakfast, before heading home. 



The First of Many Ch. 09



I was working in my office, at home, as I did on most Fridays, congratulating myself for getting all of my 'stuff' done, and ready for the mail. I was just finishing with my reward to myself, rolling a doobie, when my office line rang.

"Hey baby," I heard from Ree, "Is there a snowball's chance in hell that you could run out to the airport and pick up Harri?"

"Yeah, I suppose I could, but why, what's up?"

"The flight's been cancelled and rescheduled for tomorrow morning, something about mechanical issues or some crap like that," she said, "I suppose I should cancel my thing tonight, huh?"

"Not if you don't want to; I'll just tell Harri that you'll be late because you're working on a project, after hours, with one of your assistants," I replied.

"Oooh, that's so sweet of you. So, you don't mind keeping Harri company? I shouldn't be too long, probably not later than ten or so," she cooed, clearly happy that I took the decision making out of her hands.

Ree's 'project' was really a 'date' she had made, earlier in the week, to go over to Lori's for dinner and drinks. Lori was an assistant to Ree, on the job, and off the job, she was one of our frequent playmates in bed, though sometimes, like tonight, she and Ree liked to get together for a girl on girl session. That's what was planned for tonight.

'Harri' was really Harriet, one of Ree's cousins from back home. Harri had spent the previous weekend with us, and then, meeting some of her schoolmates from college on Monday, they had all gone to the mountains for some spring skiing. Harri had left a day earlier than her friends because of some family stuff back home she was to attend. Guess that would be out for Harri now, and she'd be with her friends, after all, on the flight tomorrow.

I liked Harri, liked her a lot. She had a dry sense of humor to go with her 'geekness', she being somewhat of a genius and at nineteen, already a senior in college, having graduated early from high school. She was rail thin, not in the super-model-bones-poking-out manner, but thin; boobs that barely gave her chest definition, and she probably had to eat a gallon of ice cream to hit 105 lbs on a scale. She and I bantered with each other constantly, always teasing, always trying to 'get' the other in a gaff or something.

I had taken my doobie with me to enjoy while I made the thirty minute drive to pick up Harri, she waiting for me on the lower level of the airport, near baggage claim. I put the half-smoked joint in the ashtray of my car as I entered the airport system, and dodging busses and vans, managed to find Harri, amid the chaos of spring-break traffic and all.

"You have no idea how much I appreciate this," she said to me, limping towards my car, with her luggage being pulled behind her.

"I'll get your bag, get in the car," I said, lifting her bag and throwing it in the backseat.

"What's wrong with your leg?" I asked as I pulled out into traffic.

"Legs" she corrected, buckling up. "I fell several times too many and I am so damned sore," she laughingly said, grimacing a bit as she said it.

"And thus," I said to her, "You now know why I stopped skiing a couple of years ago."

I paid the toll to get out of the airport, and as I merged with the traffic for the drive home, I saw Harri reaching towards my ashtray. Before I could close it, she snatched up the half-smoked joint, and, laughing, she cried out to me, "Busted!"

"I didn't know you guys smoked, at least I assume that Ree smokes also?" she said, still laughing, looking around the catch-all tray.

"Yeah, we're busted. Arrest me," I said, my face feeling flushed. Not from being busted, but from not paying attention, the small stone I had going, responsible for my carelessness. Hell, I was lucky, what if that had been my boss? You really need to pay attention, asshole, I said to myself. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

"What are you looking for, Harri," I asked her as she started moving stuff around in the catch tray.

"What do you think? I'm looking for your lighter, so I can fire this bad-boy up!"

Now, it was my turn to laugh at her.

"Really, you smoke?"

"Lots of things I do that people wouldn't think I did," she replied, cagily, but not offering up any further explanation of the statement.

I reached into my pocket, and fished out my lighter, handing it over to her. She took it, fired up the doob, after ducking out of sight, took a huge hit and sitting back up, she handed it over to me.

"Oooh, that'll make my legs hurt less," she said as she took in her hit.

I hit it and handed it back to her, and told her to finish it, that I had already done half of it and wasn't feeling any pain. She finished it in two more hits, and handed me the roach to eat, cranking up the Eagles CD that was playing as she did so. She settled back into her seat, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the stone and the music for the rest of the ride home.

Watching her walk slowly into the house while I carried her bag, I really felt bad for her, knowing the pain she was feeling. I put her bag into the guest room, and told her of Ree's 'project' but that she'd be home around ten or so.

"That's Okay, I'm really looking forward to just doing a whole lot of nothing, just kicking back, letting my body rest," Harri said to me, "and, maybe, just maybe if you'll let me, smoke some of your weed with you?" playfully batting her eyelashes with her hands in a mock praying pose.

I couldn't help but laugh with her, and said, "Not a problem, Harri, not a problem at all."

I whipped up a quick stir-fry meal for us while she showered and she joined me in the breakfast nook, dressed in a long, flowing, nightshirt screaming allegiance to the Rolling Stones, Mick's big lips and tongue prominently displayed on the front of the shapeless frock.

She helped me clean up, not that there was much to do, and talked with me at the nook's table as I cleaned some fresh weed and rolled us a couple of 'social doobies', not too fat, not too skinny, but just right. She talked of school, of deadlines, of the offers she had for graduate schools, all on full-ride, mind you. She asked my advice on schools, and expressed her personal preference, at the moment, which turned out to be Alabama. Why? Because they offered her a teaching assistantship as well, in her field of study, and she really wanted to do that.

"I'm going downstairs to watch a movie and smoke some dope," I said to her, standing, "and you're more than welcome to join me, if you'd like."

"I'll follow your weed anywhere," she said, standing and chuckling as she did.

The stairs had to have been uncomfortable for her, God knows they were for me when I had 'ski legs', I thought. We settled in on the couch, on opposite ends, she, semi-reclining on one of the arms. I fired up one of the joints, and we passed it back and forth as the movie played on, letting the smoke take us to that 'happy place'. I noticed that Harri kept moving her legs around, much like in the commercials one sees about 'restless leg syndrome'.

"Can't get comfortable?" I asked, looking at her.

"Cramps, I can't get them to stop," she said.

"Scoot down and stretch out your legs," I told her. She did as asked, laying her head on the arm of the couch, the heels of both feet, on my thigh. I started gently rubbing her lower legs, kneading the backs of them, over her nightgown, of course. Her calves had 'knots' in them when I started but, slowly, the knots relaxed, the tension releasing, her face becoming more and more relaxed as I watched the movie with her, almost mindlessly now, just rubbing and massaging.

"Oh no, don't stop," she said, softly, when I quit the massaging, "do my thighs now, please, pretty please?" she pleaded.

And so I did, again on top of her nightgown and, sure enough, they too, had knots in them, but soon relaxed under my kneading her thigh muscles. I had to reach under her to do the back of her thighs but she scooted further down the couch, bending her knees so I could do the back of her thighs, keeping her feet on my thigh. When she bent her knees, the nightgown fell away, giving me a quick flash of her bare-naked pussy. Her eyes were closed, her face clearly relaxed, or stoned, or both. She made no move to gather her nightshirt under her, to cover herself, and I looked away but kept massaging her thighs.

Again, I stopped, and again, she asked me not to. She had opened her eyes now and just looked at me, languidly, a small smile on her lips.

"That's really helping," she said, "and that weed didn't hurt either," she said, with a slight giggle. Then, reaching for my hand, she pulled herself into a sitting position, crossing her legs in front of her, facing me, not the TV. She pulled her nightshirt from underneath her, over her knees, to about mid-thigh, her bush clearly visible to me.

"Let's finish the other one," she said, laying her head on the back of the couch.

And we did, we took our time but we finished it, putting a mellow exclamation point on the moment. I was leaning back, with my head on the couch, stoned out of my gourd when I became aware of Harri grabbing my right hand, placing it on her upper thigh, under her nightshirt, inches away from her crotch. With her hand on top of mine, she started moving them is light, stroking movements, moving our hands closer to her mons.

"Just like that, that feels so good," the words softly escaping her mouth.

"Harri," I stammered, "we can't, we better not," but, she shushed me with a finger to my lips, and laying her head and body down onto the couch, she slowly pulled up her nightshirt until it rested, gathered, around her waist.

I was staring into her eyes, her pussy clearly visible now, even to a blind man. She held my eyes, and pulling me by the hand that, now, lay in the crook of her leg and hip; she pulled me until my head started to move as well, her other hand on the back of my neck, guiding me towards her crotch, her eyes and lips in a welcoming smile.

Should I have stopped it right then and there? Without question, I should have, her being my wife's family and all, never mind that she twenty years younger than me.

Could I have stopped myself? Obviously, I couldn't, and didn't. The smells of soap, still fresh in the pubes, were assailing my senses. That and the unmistakable smell from a pussy in heat, that pungent and sweet smell we all know so well. And, in the end, I allowed her to guide my willing head until my mouth touched her pubes, and releasing her hand from my neck, I needed no further guidance. I knew exactly what she wanted me to do, and I did, enjoying every second of it.

Taking my time, I slowly explored her pussy with my mouth and tongue; sucking on her clitoris, then flicking it with my tongue, slipping my tongue between her pussy lips, her hands now on the back of my head, fingers playing with my hair, hands holding my head in place as her hips slowly moved in rhythm with my oral attention. 

Her breath became deeper, shorter, more excited as I became totally enraptured by what was going on between us. Slowly, but surely, her climax kept building until, feeling her thrusting her hips and pelvis up to meet my mouth, she came. A long, long climax, one that had her moaning, a soft, contented moan, her grinding against my mouth, slowly ending, her body melting as the tenseness of the orgasm left her body.

"Harri," I began to say to her, "I shouldn't have, I'm so sorry."

"Sshhh," she said as she rubbed her hands over my head, her fingertips stroking my cheek as my head lay on her thigh.

"I'm not," she said, "There is nothing about what just happened that I'm sorry about. I should be sorry because you're Ree's husband, but even though I should be, I'm not," her fingers now softly caressing my face.

Moving to sit up, she pulled herself to a sitting position with me, cupping her hands behind my neck, allowing me to pull her along. On her knees, now, next to me on the couch, she gave me a slow, sweet kiss. No tongue, just warm, wet lips touching, tasting.

She reached down with a hand as we kissed, unzipping me, reaching in and freeing my dick, her hand slowly squeezing my hardness. Wordlessly, she broke off the kiss and lay across my thighs, her back to the TV, facing me, both of her hands, now, guiding my cock towards her mouth, as she settled in across my lap.

It must be in the genes. Ree and Harri's moms are sisters, and those genes are common between them. I have repeatedly bragged about Ree's exceptional cocksucking talents. But had I been blindfolded, and not known it was Harri licking and sucking on me, I would have thought it was Ree. Honest to God, I would have.

She took her time, very obviously having done this before to some lucky young man, or men, somewhere in her life. She was able to fit half of my length into her mouth but it was certainly enough, more than enough, to get the job done.

"Harri, I'm going to come," warning her, wanting her to pull her mouth off before I did.

She did pull her mouth off of my dick, but only long enough to say, "I sure hope so, that's what I'm trying to get you to do," dropping her head and swallowing my cock again, immediately after saying it.

I did, for what seemed like an eternity, feeling like I spewed a gallon in wonderful spasms of release. And like her cousin, Ree, she took a deliciously long time licking it afterwards.

Harri looked up at me, my cock still in her hand, and matter-of-factly, said, "This stays between us, forever, never to be spoken of, agreed?"

"Agreed," I said, but hating that I said it. 

I had never, ever, not told Ree of sexual encounters and, this, was 'going against the grain'. I wrestled with that decision for weeks, but, in the end, I realized that to say anything about it to Ree would only cause her serious family issues if she ever confronted Harri about it. I didn't think she ever would, but, why take the chance? So, I kept my silence, even after our divorce, never, ever, feeling good about doing so.

And it has, until now, never been spoken of, after that night.

Epilogue

Harri had her Ph.D. by the time she was 23, not a record but a worthy accomplishment for that age. She's married, has 3 kids, and is a Department Head for a well-known, Midwestern University. We exchange Christmas Cards to this day, and I'm thrilled for her, for where she is in life. 



The First of Many Ch. 10



"What a great set!" I said to Ree.

We were at a downtown Blues club, small, crowded, smoky, filled with fellow aficionados of the genre. Our waitress returned with our drink order, and I tipped her generously, thanking her, and toasted Ree when I noticed her staring over my shoulder, again.

"What's up?" sipping my drink, looking at her still staring over my shoulder.

"Over there, against the wall, standing under the Heineken sign," she said, taking a sip of her cocktail. Turning, I looked in the direction that she had indicated, just in time to see an attractive black woman walking towards the bathroom.

"I'll be right back," and with that, Ree got up, and headed to the bathroom, herself.

The quartet began making their way from the bandstand, stopping along the way, talking with friends, and patrons. 

"Feel like sitting in for a set?" Jonesy said to me, sitting down on one of the chairs at our table. Jonesy was the drummer for the quartet and a friend for a couple of years. His 'real' job was, at that time, as an assistant City Administrator for our suburb. We had met, some years ago, at a Jazz Festival in a neighboring 'burb.

"Sure, I'd love to," I answered, "what's up?"

"One of the city's consultants is here tonight, and I need to get into the guy's head, 'off the job', you know what I mean?" Jonesy replied, "I want to make sure this guy's the right one for the bond project, and no better way to know a person than over a couple of beers, out of the office."

"I couldn't agree more, I replied, "is Chet okay with me sitting in?"

"He suggested letting you play a set, when he saw you and the missus walk in."

"Cool," I said, as he stood up.

"Fifteen minutes to the next set, Okay?"

"Cool," I repeated.

He had no sooner left when I spied Ree coming back to the table, the attractive black woman with her.

"Baby, this is Chandra, a friend from college," Ree said, both women smiling down to me.

I stood, shaking hands with Chandra, inviting her to sit down, and held chairs out for both of them. Signaling our waitress for a round, the waitress came over to find out what Chandra was having.

Chandra was somewhere between Ree's and my age, I was guessing thirty-three or four. Her skin was the color of cocoa butter, tawny, and her hair was short, tight to the scalp, but not buzzed and not afro. Not an unattractive look, I thought to myself, as she and Ree were catching up with their seven years of not seeing each other, and trying to do it five minutes, it seemed.

Drinks arrived, and we toasted each other, with me taking the opportunity to inform Ree that Jonesy had asked me to play the next set, much to the ladies' delight.

"Ree told me you were a musician, this will be fun getting to hear you and getting to see Ree again," Chandra said, taking a sip of her Scotch.

"Baby, Chandra's moving here," Ree said excitedly, "her company is transferring her here next month, and Chandra's scoping out the housing scene this weekend."

"I'm not sure what I'm looking for, quite yet," Chandra said, "so I thought I'd hit the papers and check out a couple of places. Any areas in particular I should stay away from?" She asked.

"I'll let you and Ree talk about that and we'll talk after my set," rising, giving Ree a quick kiss, and walking to the bandstand.

Chet introduced me to the club as I sat down behind Jonesy's kit, adjusting the drum seat a bit. It's a bit embarrassing but a hell of an ego boost, it reminded me of my days 'on the road', playing music for a couple of years, right after high school. I did that for about three years and then decided I was ready for college, and enrolled.

We started the set with some B.B. King, morphing into a little bit of Bobby 'Blue' Bland, and off we went, traveling back to some wonderful Blues Classics. I love the Blues; I love the earthiness of their simple melodies, heart-wrenching words, and baseness of the genre. In the blink of an eye, the hour-long set was over and the band took another break, the last one before the end of the evening. It's always over with much too quickly, I thought, as I reset Jonesy's drum seat for him.

"Wow, damn, ya'll sounded so good," Chandra beamed up at me as I sat down.

"Well, thank you, it's good to know that I didn't ruin their set," laughing as I signaled for another round.

"So," Ree interjected, "I came up with a plan. If you don't mind, I'm going to skip golf tomorrow and spend the day looking at places with Chandra. It'll be a lot easier if I drive her around and we'll be able to cover more ground, don't you think?"

"Sure, makes sense to me,"

"And.....how about you plan on cooking up some steaks on the barbee for all of us tomorrow night."

"When are you flying out, Chandra?" I asked.

"Monday morning, why?"

"Well, I was just thinking, if all you have going on this weekend is house hunting, why don't you stay with us, God knows we have enough room. That way, you and Ree could work from our house, instead of dealing with the back and forth to your hotel and all," I suggested, with no ulterior motive other than letting Ree and her buddy have some time together. "I'm flying out on Monday also, and you can ride to the airport with me."

"What a great fucking idea," Ree screamed, giving my shoulder a hard punch, "I can't believe that I didn't fucking think of that."

And so it was to be, we'd have a houseguest for the weekend.

Driving home from the club, Ree filled me in on her time in school when Chandra was there. They shared several classes, both having the same major, became friendly, and then, friends. Had Chandra had another year at school, they would have shared an apartment or house, Ree said, growing quiet, seemingly 'off' in her own world, her own thoughts.

"We have a bit of a history," Ree said, breaking the silence.

"We fooled around a couple of times, during her last year. Nothing real heavy, but more like 'fucking buddies', ya know? She said, "Especially after a night of 'shooters'."

"I thought you told me that you had never 'done' black when we met that black couple at the house party," I said, looking at her to the side.

"Guys, I'd never done black guys, is what I meant to say," grinning at me with the ultimate shit-eating grin.

"So, do you want me to give you guys some space this weekend?" I asked her.

"Oh, hell no, baby, I don't know that anything is going to happen between her and I. Hell, I haven't seen her in several years and I have no idea where her head is, regarding sex. In college, it was all about stretching the balloon, seeing how far we could get before it popped, ya know?"

I did know.

"So how was golf today?" I heard Ree ask, as she and Chandra came into the kitchen, from the garage. She had picked up Chandra early at the hotel, driven back to the house to drop off Chandra's bag, and off they went, with the Saturday Real Estate section in hand.

"Let's just say that none of the big guns on the PGA tour have to worry about me overtaking them any time soon." Laughing as I said it, because it was one of those punishing days all golfers have.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Ree said, "That sucks when that happens," kissing me on the cheek. "Chandra and I are going to shower up and all, okay?" she finished saying.

"Steaks are seasoned, marinated, and ready for the grill. Potatoes are already on, and I'll leave the salad thing to you girls. I'm going on the deck and have a drink. Yell when you want me to throw the meat on, but don't wait too long," closing the door behind me as I walked onto the deck.

I checked the temp of the grill, moved the potatoes around, and took a seat on the chaise. It was peaceful, quiet, no noises but some birds, somewhere. The Scotch was going down smoothly, tingling as it worked its way down the throat, a good tingle. It was too nice of a moment to waste, so I fished the doobie I had rolled, earlier, out of my shirt pocket, and fired it up.

"I hope you'll share that," I heard from behind me, scaring the bejesus out of me.

"Damn, you scared me. I didn't even hear you walk out," handing her the joint.

"Sorry, didn't mean to," taking a lungful of the smoke.

"Ree really looks good," she continued, "She had big boobs in college but I swear they're bigger than I remember. Did she have some 'work' done?"

"Nope, they're real and they're all her."

"Damn!" was all she said, taking the joint from me.

I had just taken the last toke, popping the roach into my mouth afterwards, when I heard Ree come out onto the deck.

"You better tell me that you have another one all ready to go," she said, jokingly. I didn't but that situation was remedied quickly, this time a big, fat one, for the three of us to share, and a couple of more for 'later', whenever that would be.

The girls took one of the smaller doobs with them when they went to fix the salad, while I put the steaks on. Looking over my shoulder, into the kitchen, I saw the girls laughing, giggling, and pushing against each other playfully. They were enjoying their reunion, and I was glad for them. When Ree rushed off to the restroom last night, it was because she was sure that she had recognized Chandra in the club, couldn't believe it was really her when she caught her in the hallway to the restrooms.

Serendipity at work, I would say.

The food was great, the clean up was quick, and the drinks were made. Turned out that Chandra liked 151 Rum and cola as much as Ree did. What the hell, throwing caution to the wind, when in Rome...

Tuning into a really good weekend Jazz station from one of the colleges, the sounds immediately threw the house into a different vibe, a very mellow, cool vibe. It was Ree, of course, who suggested that we hit the hot tub. It was me, of course, that was asked to go outside and turn it on, take off the cover, etc. What's new?

Returning into the house, I walked in on Chandra and Ree breaking off a kiss. Interesting, I thought, but, okay. 

"Ladies, we'll give it five minutes and the tub will be deliciously warm and waiting," I announced, picking up their glasses for a refill. They stayed close, on the couch, both of them smiling, silent.

"Honey," called Ree from the living room to me as I was fixing more drinks, "Chandra's okay without suits, since she didn't bring one. That okay with you?"

Is the Pope Catholic?

"Yeah, sure, I'll suffer through the sight of you two naked beauties," I called back to them, "it's just another downside of being married to a good looking woman," walking back, with the drinks.

Chandra and Ree were disrobing, staring at each other, not even noticing me.

Okay, I thought, I think I see where this is going to go, and it looks like I'll be watching tonight. Okay, I can live with that.

Ree's a 36 C/D cup size, and I judged Chandra to be a 32 C; it turned out I was right, because I asked her. And then, she kissed me. A nice, soft, wet kiss that sent a wake up call to my semi-erect dick.

Breaking away from the kiss, Chandra lifted her glass to me, grabbed Ree by the hand and walking out with Ree, said to me, "Gonna get your clothes wet if you don't get out of them."

The steam, rising from the water, gave the appearance of a soft haze, in the light of the full moon high above the deck. Ree and Chandra were kissing, each with an arm around the other, and each, with a hand on the other's breast.

"Baby, before you get in, would you mind getting another doob?" Ree purred, Chandra kissing the side of Ree's neck.

Ever the Boy Scout, I had brought one out with me.

"Whenever you two lovebirds are ready, I've got the goodies right here," I said, my teasing causing a suppressed giggle from each.

My erection was breaking the surface of the water and Chandra stared at it as she and Ree moved on either side of me. Ree simply wrapped her hand around it as she took a hit from the joint, between my fingers. When Ree pulled off of her hit, I held it for Chandra as she took her toke, her breasts all over my arm, feeling very good.

"My turn," Chandra said, placing her hand around my dick, looking at her hand stroking. Ree took her hand off of my dick, reached over and began fondling Chandra's breasts.

Ree kissed me, still fondling Chandra, and then Chandra kissed me, her hand stroking my dick with purpose, now. And just that quickly, her lips left mine, and her mouth surrounded my dick-head, sucking slowly, her tongue licking my precum.

"Baby," Ree said softly, "let's go fuck Chandra, right now, let's go fuck right now."

Ree went in first, hurrying so's not to drip too much water, getting towels for all of us, and we all quickly dried off, Chandra grabbing me by my dick, and pulling me into our master bedroom, through the slider. The girls got on either side of me, my arms around them both, kisses between us flying, their hands touching, feeling me, each other. To say the moment was intense would the grossest understatement of the year. 

Ree moved down the bed, so that Chandra could straddle my head with her legs, slowly lowering her pussy to my mouth. Ree, lovingly, slowly was swallowing all of me, her lips tickling my trimmed pubes, her mouth stretched as wide as it could, and feeling great to me. Chandra's pussy was incredibly tasty, the pink of her lips, contrasting with her tawny skin, as I peeled back her pussy lips. I nibbled and sucked on the pink bud that is her clitoris, her breaths and sounds, becoming increasingly louder. And she came; she came in big gushing waves of orgasmic pleasure, her hands pulling my face deeper into her pussy, grinding against my tongue. And then, I came, my hips bucking with each ejaculation, Ree gulping, as she swallowed it, all of it.

We rested, all of us in one big heap, arms thrown akimbo, and fingers stroking warm skin. And slowly, surely, it started all over again. Chandra crawled between Ree's legs, Ree begging for one of us, any one of us, to get her off. As Chandra kissed her way down Ree's belly, dipping her tongue for a quick taste of Ree's pussy, she got on her knees, her ass in the air, and asked me to fuck her, to fuck her doggy style. Her delighted moan, muffled by her mouth being in Ree's pussy, still sounded so damned sensual as I slid into her, backing out to enter again, repeatedly, deeper each time.

It didn't take long for all three of us to be vocally expressing our rising orgasms, our anticipation of the release we all knew was about to happen. Chandra came first, spurring Ree, which spurred me. Chandra cried out, joyfully, as I drove deeper with each spasm, her sounds making, my already fabulous orgasm, even more so.

The movement in the bed is what woke me. I listened for a few minutes and then, opening my eyes towards the movement on the bed, I was greeted by the sight of Ree and Chandra in a delightful sixty-nine.

It was turning out to be a simply marvelous weekend.



The First of Many Ch. 11



When Ree and I were still living in the condo, our next door neighbors were Rick and Teri. We became fast friends, truly enjoying each other's company. After we had begun dabbling in swinging, Ree and I had even discussed, between ourselves, the pros and cons of approaching Rick and Teri about some fun and games. But, we never did, and when we married and bought our house, they also soon moved shortly thereafter, but to another state.

We stayed in contact with each other, over the years, and would visit with each other, though nothing sexual ever happened between the four of us. That was to change, shortly before Ree and I divorced, but it wouldn't involve Ree.

After Ree and I separated, we were still talking, 'thinking' about giving it another try, but, in my head, I knew we were done, and, honestly, I was okay with that, ready to move on. The sex and swinging were never a factor in our breakup, so I can say now, after all these years, that my sexual escapades with Ree are looked back upon, by me, with some sort of bizarre fondness.

Rick and Teri knew, of course, by this time, what was going on with us. He called one evening, normal for the both of us, to keep in touch and frequently talk on the phone.

"Hey, bro, why don't you hop a plane and come out and visit us, it's not like you can't, you know," he said, laughingly.

"Yeah," laughing as I agreed, "you're right about that. In fact, you guys have been on my mind for quite a while lately, and, what the fuck, I'll call you tomorrow with my flight information, Okay?"

"Looking forward to it," Rick cheerfully replied, "and, bring your 'A' game," he said, saying a quick goodbye and ringing off.

Bring my 'A' game? Now, just what the fuck did that mean? If Rick had been a golfer, I'd brought my clubs, but he wasn't, and I wasn't planning on lugging the clubs for no reason. So, the rest of the week, I wondered exactly what he meant, and finally convinced myself that he was planning on some serious partying and herbal ingestion, as we had done so many fucking times in the past. 

Okay, I was good with that, and began looking forward to seeing them again.

Flying into the Northwest, during the winter, usually meant it'd be wet, somewhere, and as we made our approach to the landing strip, the gray clouds and beads of moisture on the small windows of our plane, confirmed my thoughts.

I saw Teri first as I deplaned, and running up to me, she gave me a welcoming hug and kiss, a nice, warm kiss. Rick was next, not with a kiss, but with a welcoming hug.

Baggage retrieved, we hustled across to the 'close' parking lot, and jumped into their car. Teri turned in her seat as Rick maneuvered us out of the parking structure, and handed me a big fat doobie to light, and to take the first hit from.

Teri and I have always connected on many levels but none, as much, as our love for cannabis. Taking a huge lungful, I passed it on to Teri, and then, she to Rick, and by the time we reached their house, the mood was joyous, and stoned, very stoned. Been there, done that, and really enjoyed it whenever I could do it again.

"Where are the kids?" I asked, genuinely disappointed that they weren't there to see their favorite 'Uncle'.

"They're at Grandma's," Teri said, over her shoulder, lugging my bag to the guest room.

"Teri and I decided that we'd like an 'adult' weekend, for a change, I hope you don't mind. You'll see them before you leave, I promise," Rick chimed in.

"Nah, I'm good with an adult weekend-whatever they meant by that-but I do want to see them, before I leave, Okay?"

"Count on it," Teri said, jumping on the kitchen bar stool, next to me, hugging me again. "Damn, but I'm glad you came out," she said, a big smile on her face.

Rick made us some Bloody Marys, the celery stalks and olives, to be our lunch as it turned out. The afternoon was spent chit-chatting, catching us up on each other's lives. Around four in the afternoon, Teri said that she was going to hit the shower first, in preparation for a planned dinner in the 'old town' section of their city.

While she was gone, Rick and I did a couple of more hits using his one-hit pipe that I had given him one birthday, as a 'semi' joke gift. It was really a great pipe and I was glad to see that he still had it.

"Teri and I have had a bit of a rough patch lately, but we're working through it," he said, looking at me with a seriousness I hadn't seen on Rick very often.

The short version is this.

They were spending the weekend with friends, a couple of months ago, without the kids. Everybody had gotten fairly lubricated with booze and weed, and Rick and the other wife, left the movie they were all watching, leaving their spouses to finish the movie, alone. Rick said that he'd awaken an hour or so later, saw that Teri was still not in bed, and decided to back to the den to join Teri and the husband. When Rick came down the stairs, he saw Teri and the husband engaged in some serious fooling around on the couch where they had all been sitting, watching the movie.

The husband had his hand in Teri's panties, her jeans on the floor; they were kissing hard, the sounds of pleasure not as soft as they might have thought. Teri had her hand wrapped around his dick, giving him a slow handjob as they kissed. They heard him on the stairs, and the resulting brouhaha, woke up the wife. A horrible evening of recriminations, crying, anger, and all of those emotions followed, and in the morning, Rick and Teri left, not saying goodbye.

"It was a shock, you know?" he said, his disappointment and sadness very evident.

"Yeah, Rick, I do know, I know more than you can imagine," I replied.

"She loves me. I know she does, but, and I admit she's right about this, our sex lives, with the kids and all, has gotten kind of stale and boring. When she unloaded all of this on me, in the back of my mind I knew she was right, because I had been thinking the same thing, thinking along the same lines, you know?"

I just looked down at the pipe, loaded it again, took a hit and passed it to him and said, "Once again, my friend, you have no fucking idea how much I know of which you speak."

Rick looked at me with a quizzical expression.

We were silent, for a long time, now hearing the blast of Teri's hairdryer raging from their bedroom's open door.

"Are you familiar with swinging?" he asked suddenly.

After what seemed like an hour of laughing, from me, I collected myself, and told him to sit back, and listen.

By the time Teri had joined us again, I had just finished filling Rick in on the past several years of Ree and me and of our involvement in the swinging scene in our city. He had just listened, smiling, laughing along with me when I did, and, for the first time today, in a seemingly, happier and relaxed mood.

"What have you bad boys been up to?" Teri said, reaching for the stash and the pipe.

"I'll leave it up to you, Rick, I'm going to shower," and getting up, I went upstairs to clean up and dress for dinner.

I returned to find Teri cleaning some herb, and hearing the sound of the shower from their room, I knew where Rick was. She and I just made chit-chat, and soon left for dinner, a fresh load of smoke shared by the three of us.

Dinner was great, the laughter and fun shared by us, going a long way to make me even gladder that I came out to see them. We talked about checking out some Jazz Clubs in the district, but in the end, opted to return home, where we could smoke and drink and not worry about being busted, or worse, getting into an accident.

The message light was blinking when we got back to their place at around eight thirty of so. It was Teri's mom, it was a crisis. The youngest one, the daughter, had gone and left her 'sleeping blankie' behind and couldn't be consoled. Was there anyway that Rick could bring it over so that the little one could go to sleep?

Looking at each other with that, "you've got to be fucking kidding me expression", Rick, chivalrous as ever, said to Teri that he'd be back in an hour and we should get a jump start on the 'stoning'.

"No fucking sense in all of our nights being ruined," he said, good-naturedly, heading for the door.

Teri rose, kissed him and walked him to the door, the two of them in quiet, private conversation. Yelling goodbye, Rick was out of the door and gone in a flash.

"If you'd like to go downstairs and get a nice fire going," she said from the kitchen, "I'll fix us some drinks, grab the stash, and meet you downstairs, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan," I replied, getting up from the sofa and heading for their den, downstairs.

The fire was roaring when Teri joined me downstairs, having changed into a simple blouse and a pair of gym shorts. Handing me my drink, she sat down next to me and joined me in watching the flames dance.

"Rick brought me up to speed," she said as she nimbly rolled us a doobie, "when you went to shower."

"He said that you and Ree had even thought about approaching us," handing me the doobie, and holding my eyes with hers.

"Yeah, we did, but that was early on in our involvement. By the time we had enough confidence to do so, you guys had already moved. And whenever we saw each other again, it was always on a jammed-up weekend filled with activities and shit, and, well, we just never did," I said, as I handed her the doobie, trying my damndest to keep the smoke in as I talked.

"Too bad, you didn't," she said, taking a hit, "I 'think' we would have been receptive. God knows Rick and I spent many a night talking about you two, about Ree's boobs and ass, and whether or not you were as large, 'down there', as your bulge indicated."

It took a second, but we both busted out laughing at what she had just said,

"Fucking weed! It always makes me so fucking mouthy," she said, still laughing.

The drinks, the smoke, the fire, hell, it was all good that night. We grew silent, both of us, the smoke now catching up to us in a big way, and we sort of melted back into the cushions of the couch, watching the 'light show' that the fireplace had going on.

We were both clearly zonked by now. In that happy place that good weed and strong drink brings you to. Teri laid her head on my shoulder; I instinctively put an arm around her, drawing her into a comfortable niche in my body, feeling her settle into a coziness, her feet drawn up, underneath her.

"That night," she said after a while, "the night that Rick caught Barry and I fooling around, Rick doesn't, can't know, but I had been 'mind-fucking' different guys for months."

"I hope I was one of your lucky 'mind-fucks'," I said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Oh yea, baby, you were definitely in the mix, a lot," she said, dead-pan serious.

"Was it good?" I joked.

"It was fucking fabulous," she replied, getting up to get us fresh drinks.

She returned, smiling, seemingly in a lighter mood and we both pulled hard at our cocktails, the rum overload, stinging a bit at first, but, in a good way. Putting our drinks on the coffee table at the same time, she looked at me, and just that quick, we were in each other's arms, kissing deeply, her mouth sucking my tongue into its warmth. Her hand found my crotch, wrapping around my growing thickness, squeezing it wantonly. Taking me with her as she laid against the couch, her head on the arm, her body stretching out, we continued to kiss, continued to stoke the fires that were burning so damned hot now, in both of us. 

My hand moved to her blouse, undoing the buttons until her blouse fell apart, exposing her small, firm breasts. Ree was a 'D' cup and Teri struggled to fill a 'B'. But, I like small, I like being able to surround a breast with my mouth, to suck it into my mouth, to play my tongue over a hard nipple. When I moved my head and did that to Teri, she moaned, her grasp on my cock through my pants, tightening, her fingers feeling, squeezing me.

"You have no idea how much I want to crawl between your legs and fuck you," I said between my sucking of her breasts, both of them now.

"You have no idea how much I want you to," she said, fumbling with my zipper, finally able to pull my cock out of my pants, now at full erection.

And then we heard the garage door opening from above, and as we scrambled to an upright position, she leaned into me and said, "See you in a bit," kissing me as she stood up and fluffed up her short hair as I tucked my dick back into my pants, zipping up afterwards.

As Rick started down the stairs, she turned to walk over to him, her blouse still open, her tits exposed, still wet from my mouth. Before I could say anything, she met Rick at the bottom of the stairs, Rick looking at her opened blouse, and reaching up with her mouth, she kissed him deeply. Breaking off the kiss, she started up the stairs, saying over her shoulder, "I'll be upstairs."

Seeing the discomfort with the situation on my face, Rick smiled, and said, "Relax, sit down, light a doobie for us."

He joined me and we exchanged the joint until it was gone, neither of us saying a word.

"We've decided to explore swinging," Rick said, suddenly, "and we'd like the first time, as a couple, to be with you, in a threesome. I think we will like the change but that first time, we both want it to be with someone who means something special to us."

"So that's why you invited me out?" I asked, surprised by his statement, but not put off by it.

"That was some of it," he replied, "but not entirely. Even if a threesome didn't happen, we've missed you and wanted to see you."

Hearing the shower turn off upstairs, we both looked towards the ceiling. Hell, I hadn't even heard it turn on, I thought to myself.

"And Teri?"

"She's waiting for us," he said, looking at me with a small smile on his face.

I finished my drink, he loaded the one-hitter and we finished it. He rolled a fat doobie for the three of us and, standing, nodded his head towards the stairs.

The bedroom was lit by candles, casting shadows and soft light all over the room. Teri was lying on top of the turned-down bed, her skin still glistening and pink from her shower, her nipples both hard and erect. She had her eyes closed and her hand was slowly playing with her pubic hair.

Rick began to disrobe, and following his lead, I did the same, crawling onto the bed on one side, he on the other. Wordlessly, he brought his mouth to her breast and I leaned into her and kissed her, my hand replacing hers between her now-spreading thighs. As Rick sucked and licked Teri's breasts, I kissed her passionately, my index finger now sliding slowly in and out of her very wet pussy. Her hand found my cock first, then his. She pulled on both of our cocks, squeezing as she did so, and a murmur of contentment escaping from our mouths as we held our kiss. I felt a shift on the bed, feeling Rick moving to a kneeling position near Teri's head, and I broke off our kiss and moved my mouth to her now wide-opened legs, to her pussy. As I sucked her clit between my lips, letting my tongue play over it, I looked up and saw her take Rick into her mouth.

Rick came after holding off as long as he could, and immediately after he pulled out of her mouth, she pulled me up, pulled me so that I could enter her with my cock, a loud sigh escaping her cum-stained lips as I sank my dick into her. We quickly got into a rhythm and sooner than either of us wanted to, we came together. 

But we went back for seconds, and thirds, and by four o'clock in the morning, none of us had anything left. I kissed her goodnight and returned to my guest bedroom, exhausted but sated.

The next day, after we had gone out for breakfast and groceries, was spent drinking some, smoking herb a lot, and every once in a while, Teri would take one of us upstairs to their bedroom to fuck. We did the threesome thing again, that evening, but downstairs in the den, with me fucking her from the rear as she sucked Rick off.

The last day of my visit, I heard Rick leave to go and pick up the kids, and before I could get out of bed, Teri walked in, taking off her clothes as she did.

"One more, babycakes, one more while I can," she said.

She crawled unto the bed, pushing me down on my back, while straddling my body. Her hand quickly had my cock up and running and as she mounted me, slowly sinking her pussy down my shaft, she said, "Hold back your cum as long as you can. I'm going to get off first but then, I want to suck you one more time and have you cum in my mouth."

Hell, I thought, I'm good with that.

And, so it was, exactly how she wanted it to be. She did, indeed, get off quickly, a couple of times, in fact. When I could hold off no longer, and it was a chore holding back from Teri's excellent sucking abilities, I exploded into her mouth, the volume almost choking her, but she lovingly and greedily sucked me dry, taking her time licking me clean, afterwards.

I got to spend time with their kids, the trip to the airport a big adventure for them. Rick hugged me tight in goodbye and whispered a soft, but heartfelt, "thank you for this," before breaking apart.

Teri kissed me goodbye, our mouths open just a bit more than a friendly kiss should be, our tongues briefly touching.

And, I left, to fly the friendly skies back home.

Epilogue

Teri and Rick remain close friends to this day. There would be more sex between us over the ensuing years, but those tales will be told, at another time, for they also involve another person.



The First of Many Ch. 12



Ree will be the first to admit that when it came to driving the train named swinging, she was the engineer of our particular line.

There were times when she'd express a desire to give our participation in the lifestyle a break, and we would. I had no problem with that, that's the thing about the lifestyle, that it's something done, or not done, together. To me, it's a simple concept. When Ree would begin to feel her estrogen begin to stir, she'd suggest that maybe we ought to go to The Club since we hadn't been there in a while. That was Ree-speak for, "I'm ready, let's go fuck somebody."

Again, the driving force, for me, in swinging is doing the forbidden together, enjoying societal taboos together, that's key for me. After we had both crossed the bridge, telling the other of sexual trysts with others by either of us, was sharing, enjoying it together, albeit, separately.

This latest break from swinging was into its eight month and, I was really fine with it. Did I like the lifestyle? Yes, I did, but not enough to break my word to Ree, not enough to break the bond of trust. I still had the situation with Harri that I dealt with on a frequent basis, the guilt, several times, 'almost' making me confess to Ree about the events of Harri's last visit with us. But, in the end, reasoned thinking convinced me that the only purpose such a confession would serve, would be to serve me, to assuage my conscience. That wasn't enough reason to bring trouble into Harri's life or her and Ree's family, should it get out. And it always gets out, somehow, someway.

The eight months stretched into a year, our relationship not suffering from the lack of partners in bed with us. On the outside, as far as I knew, Ree was as content as I was with our latest break, never expressing a desire to return to it. Again, I was okay with that because if both partners are not willing, there's no point.

Or so, I thought.

The beginning of the end happened by a chance encounter, at a hardware store for God's sake, with a husband we knew from The Club. We hadn't seen each other in over a year, since we hadn't been to the club, and while we were friendly, we weren't 'buds'. 

"Good to see again, where the fuck have you been?" John said to me as he saw me in the screws section. Apropos, don't you think? We made our way to the check out counter, make banal chit-chat in the queue. We walked outside together, and before parting, his last comment turned the sun dark, the sky black, and the ground beneath my feet, to quiver.

"Good to see you again," reaching to shake my hand in goodbye, "but don't be such a stranger to The Club. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's good that your wife still stops in to party from time to time, but I know my gal would love another romp with you."

He was saying something else, but I couldn't process whatever it was. My head was trying to process what I had just heard, making me question if I heard correctly. I vaguely remember that I waved him off and turned to go to my car, my head still swimming.

I don't know how long I sat there, running the conversation again and again through my head. Starting my car, I remember pulling out of my parking slot, and then, I was in my driveway, sitting in my car, my hands over the keys, but the motor still running. I cannot remember, no matter how hard I tried to, the drive between the store and my home. Not a good thing. Never a good thing.

Ree was off shopping, I was told, but obviously, now, I questioned that. I questioned a lot of things over the past year, that hit me as quirky in their content, but I never made that leap, thinking she was off fucking someone. After all, we had agreed, hadn't we? 

Now, I'm not one to go off half-cocked, no pun intended, at situations. I'm a reasonable individual, and reasoned. Nothing would be served by me launching into a diatribe of accusations at Ree; if they were true, she would deny, and if they weren't true, she'd be hurt and angry at me for even thinking that she violated our 'trust'. Thinking it through, I decided to be watchful, more questioning of her errands, and to 'pay attention' a bit more, not just accepting.

The next few weeks were a jumble for me, my mind reeling because I started replaying events of the last year that now, in hindsight, appeared questionable and suspicious. The flat tire, as a late excuse, running into an old friend as another one, etc. etc. Not believing that I was coming to this decision, I decided to find out for myself, to give her an opportunity to 'cheat', if that's what she was doing. Once decided, I formulated a plan, still not believing this, that I was actually doing this. I take no pride in the fact that I was going to spy on Ree, but that was what I was going to do.

Informing Ree, that night, that a last-minute business 'thing' had arisen, I told her that I'd be out of town Monday and Tuesday nights, not at home the entire week, as I had planned.

I left Monday morning, bags in hand as I always did on my business trips. She kissed me goodbye at the door, lovingly, nicely, causing me to question just what the hell I was doing, but kissing her back, I left for the airport. I parked in the short term lot, walked across to the terminal and caught a shuttle to the rental car agency and picked up the reservation. I drove to a hotel, near to my home, but not one that we ever frequented for the lounge or club, on-site.

And then, I watched, I watched from a shopping center parking lot that faced our entryway into our subdivision. I drove by home after a few hours, quickly so's not to be recognized, a hat on my head, something I never wore usually. No strange cars in front of, or near my home, the garage door up, Ree's car still inside. I returned to my spy spot in the shopping center.

Near dusk, just about the time I was berating myself for my foolishness, I saw Ree's car driving out our entryway, turning right. I quickly started my rental, broke a couple of good-driving rules and managed to get behind her, but two cars back, but where I could see and react to her driving.

I followed her to a bar across town from our 'burb. I watched her adjust herself, checking her reflection in the glass of her car door, and watched her walk in, alone. She had chosen one of her most favorable outfits, one that accentuated her breasts and ass. I waited, for a couple of hours before I saw the bar door opening and Ree walking out with two guys. Two guys that I sure as hell didn't know, but judging by the familiarity of Ree with them, she did.

They walked her to her car, she kissing each one, one at a time, passionately from what I could see. One of the two guys walked away, saying something to Ree and the other guy, what, I could not hear, of course. I watched as Ree and her 'friend' got into Ree's car, Ree driving. I watched as they fell into each other's arms in a passionate embrace, kissing each other passionately. I watched as Ree started her car, buckled in, and drove away.

It's surprisingly easy to tail someone, at night especially, easier than I thought it would have been. When I saw her turn into our entryway to the subdivision, I backed off, sure in my own head, where they were heading. She turned, I drove past, continuing for a mile or so, before I u-turned and headed back.

I parked on the street, next to a neighborhood park, the sight of parked cars against the curb here, not an unusual sight. There were walking trails that were often used in the evening as it was a safe spot to be out.

Walking the three blocks back to my neighborhood, it was dark now, the lights on in my neighbors' homes, life in the 'burbs, going on as usual. Approaching my home, I saw an unknown car parked in front of the house, no one inside of it. Walking to my side gate, I quietly let myself in, making little or no noise, certainly nothing loud enough from inside of the house. I felt like a peeping tom, in my own yard, as I quietly made sure that there was no one on the deck.

Listening, I could hear the sounds of music coming from inside of the house. Positioning myself at a vantage point near one of our big trees, I could clearly see into the living room, through the sliders that led out onto the deck. We never, ever closed our blinds on that slider, both of us enjoying the view it gave us of the woods and fields, directly behind our house. Since the house was on higher ground, no one could see into the house from the woods, but we could see down into them, from the edge of the deck.

Ree was sitting on the couch, the two strangers, strangers to me anyway, on either side of her. She had her arms around the necks of both guys, her head turning between the two, kissing each passionately on their 'turn'. One of the guys had his hand under Ree's sweater, the movement clearly indicating that he was feeling her up, playing with her breasts. The other guy had his hand up her hiked-up skirt, and though I couldn't see clearly, there was no doubt in my mind as to what that hand was doing, between her partly opened legs.

I was dumb-struck with shock, hurt, and every negative emotion that I could think of. The funny thing is that my first thought was that this was a 'karmic payback' from my fling with Harri. I realize, now, that I was trying to rationalize her behavior. She didn't know about Harri, I quickly reasoned, so this had nothing to do with that.

I watched as she lifted her hands above her head so that they could remove her sweater. I watched as they each took one of her breasts into their mouths, her hands going to each crotch, rubbing each guy through their pants. I watched as they got her out of her skirt and out of their own clothes. I watched as one kneeled on the couch for Ree to suck his cock, as the other guy went to his knees, on the floor, between her legs, his head diving into her pussy. I watched her get off, and get the guy off that she was sucking. I watched as they each took a turn at fucking my wife, in my house, on my living room floor.

I quit watching, and walked deliberately to the side of the house again, deciding on what I would do next. Yes, I thought of violence, but as I've said before, I'm a reasonable person, not a stupid one.

Using the slider key from the hidey-hole on the deck, I let myself into our master bedroom, quietly. I retrieved my small semi-automatic, and slipped it into my coat pocket, handy if I needed it, praying that I wouldn't. But, there was two of them, and only one of me. Better safe than sorry.

And just like that, I walked out of the bedroom door, down my hallway, and stood at the end, watching as the second guy, not the guy that rode with Ree, popped his load, Ree reaching hers at the same time. And then, I walked out into the foyer, facing into the sunken living room.

"You have two minutes to get your asses out of my house," I announced as menacingly as I could, "on your own, or in a body bag, the choice is yours."

The shocked silence from the living room was heavy in the air. But, those two broke a record for getting pants on and themselves out of my house. Inside of my head, I breathed a sigh of relief, and hearing them speed off, I turned my attention to Ree, who was staring at me from the floor of the living room, her mouth open, her brain trying to say something.

"Get dressed Ree," I said, turning to return to the bedroom, to put the gun away, locking it up.

I returned to the living room, fixed myself a drink at the wet bar in the adjoining den, and sitting in an armchair, I sat down as Ree had gotten herself dressed again, and head down, sat on the couch.

"How long, Ree?" I asked, taking a sip of my scotch over rocks, "And don't tell me this is the only time, don't fucking insult me anymore than you already have."

"Baby," she began to say, but her voice falling silent, searching for words.

"No, not 'Baby'," I said again, "how long?" I persisted.

And she began bawling, gathering herself into a corner of the couch, her arms hugging a couch-pillow to her chest, her very being, seemingly shrinking into itself.

And then, she began to tell me.

And, I listened, listened to it all, not believing what I was hearing, but then, I wouldn't have thought we would have ever had this conversation.

After she grew silent, her eyes on mine, I stood and simply said, "It's over, Ree, it's done and fucking over. Find a lawyer for yourself, and find a place to live, you have a month."

And I walked out, retrieved my rental, found a liquor store, and returned to the hotel, to drink myself into a stupor, finally drinking myself into a, not so restful sleep.

It turned out that the thrill in swinging, for Ree, wasn't the shared encounters, but the 'secret' ones that turned her on. It turned out that, for every encounter she told me about, there were probably two that I didn't know about. It turned out that she was equally free with sharing her body, sharing with men and women, people that I didn't know, so that I wouldn't find out. It turned out that her first marriage had ended because of her cheating on her husband, and not because of the bullshit reason she told me about he being abusive. It turned out that she continued to have her flings after we had agreed to take a break, that she had never thought about her secret sex life being part of our shared agreement. It turned out all to be a lie.

Should I have seen it coming? Probably so, but I was actually naïve enough to believe that we were truthful with each other. Hey, I'm not holding myself on any high moral ground here, but I can say, truthfully, that when we agreed to stop the swinging, I stopped. I stayed true to our promise to each other to 'give it a break'. I regretted, even more, my fling with her younger cousin, Harri, the only sexual fling I ever had, that I didn't tell Ree about. 

She can't say that, she can't say there was only one.

That doesn't make me the 'better' person, not even close.

There's more than enough blame to go around for both of us, on many different levels. At the end of the day, however, it was the breaking point for me; not the sex with others, it was never about the sex with others. It was about the breaking of a bond, of a trust, and it was the one thing I couldn't get over.

The thing about swinging is that it's definitely not for everyone, and truth be told, probably not for most. The thing about swinging is that it's a 'sharing' of sex with others, that sharing, with the someone you care about. The sex is recreational; the bond of sharing is what's precious. To do otherwise, is, cheating, plain and simple.

Epilogue

I stayed single for two years before I met my bride of today, Jesse. We've been married for twenty-two wonderful years now, with no secrets between us, never any secrets between us. She's known everything about Ree and I, of our involvement in swinging, from the time we both realized that we were seriously serious about each other, much to our own chagrin. When we met, the last thing either of us was looking for was a 'serious' relationship. Surprise! When you least expect it....

Yes, we participated in the lifestyle, but as a couple, always as a couple, and never because she was forced to, never. She has a story to tell, a story that she wants to tell, from her perspective, from the perspective of a willing participant. And share it she shall, with her words and thoughts, my only input being the writing of her dictation about her view of that part of our lives.

Stay tuned.



The First of Many to Come...



Rebecca Lewis was late for her lesson. She hurtled up the corridor and turned onto the stairs towards Biology, when she smacked straight into a tall figure, scattering pupil's workbooks everywhere, fluttering down to the floor like purple birds. 

Rebecca cursed under her breath and looked up at the figure 

'Sorry I-'

It was Mr Tate. Her stomach did a double flip and her mouth was suddenly completely dry. Mr Tate was Rebecca's dream man. 

Ever since her first lesson with Mr Tate, Rebecca had desired him. Mr Tate was not conventionally attractive, but he was tall- standing at 6"4, he towered over Rebecca, who was around 5"6. He had broad shoulders, a crooked nose and was never clean shaven. She spent hours thinking about him, and spent her nights wrapped in fantasies of running her fingers through his dark brown hair, staring into his clear blue eyes as he fucked her senseless on her desk, against his filing cabinet, on the rough school carpet. But she always knew that these fantasies could only ever be fantasies. It was his lack of interest, his sternly professional attitude towards his pupils, that attracted Rebecca to him most. He would never even touch a pupil on the elbow, let alone kiss them. And Rebecca always knew this. 

But that didn't stop Rebecca from squirming and becoming damp whenever she saw him. Every lesson with him, she had to force herself to concentrate on her History work, and keep her eyes away from the bulge in his trousers. 

And so now, standing before him, flustered as he looked amusedly down at her, she felt no different. Her breathing sped up, her 34DD breasts heaving beneath her school shirt, and she had to clasp her thighs together as her knickers suddenly moistened. Eventually, she seemed to recover her equilibrium and spoke breathlessly:

'Sorry Mr Tate, I was just rushing I didn't see you'

He gave her a crooked grin that made her clamp her thighs together again, and bent down to pick up some of his scattered books.

'No worries Rebecca, I was miles away myself.' As Rebecca bent down to help him, her bag dislodged itself from her shoulder, dropping to the floor and spilling it's contents. She flushed embarrassedly and she bent to begin retrieving her own books and pencils, which had rolled all over the place. Between them they eventually managed to clear the floor, and straightened up. 

'Well I think you must be really late for your lesson now' the teacher grinned. Rebecca smiled back at him again, flushing and squirming. Breathlessly- practically panting- she agreed with him, and began her way up the stairs, with thoughts of bunking off of Biology and locking herself in the toilets for the hour to masturbate. 

***

He watched her half run shakily up the stairs, and let out a long deep breath. Looking around, he strided into his classroom and sat at his desk, depositing the books on the cabinet next to him, and leant his head in his hands. 

Jon Tate had always prided himself on his professionality. He had only been a teacher for three, nearly four years, and had impressed his tutors at University with his passion for teaching, accompanied by his self-discipline and morals. This was why Jon had found himself so unhappy recently. He had broken the top, practically unspoken rule. He had found himself attracted to a student. 

She had been in the first class he ever taught at this school. She was only 14 at the time, and she was awkward and slightly spotty, still with braces on. She still had puppy fat. But she had been hardworking and conscientious, and he had liked her for being so sweet. The next year, Rebecca's grades stayed top of the class, she grew more confident in her answers in lessons, and she produced essays that were thought provoking and original. She continued to work hard throughout exams, and he found in their one on one sessions that he truly enjoyed her company. but still, she was a gawky awkward teenager, with no idea on how to handle herself. He had grown to like her even more, and requested her to be in his set the next year when she moved onto her final year of school. 

That was when everything changed. 

It had been a long summer, and when Jon returned he had a long day teaching the brand new, shiny nosed children entering school for the first time. He had been waiting all day for his final lesson, with class 13A- Rebecca's class. He was looking forward to teaching students he knew again, and couldn't wait to read their essays. When the class piled in, Jon began to teach, not realising that Rebecca had been running late. When the door knocked, he turned away from the whiteboard and looked in the direction of the soft, timid sound. 

It was Rebecca, and she couldn't have been more different. The young, quiet and blushing woman stood before him was gorgeous. No longer spotty, she now had smooth and glowing skin, her blush set rosy pink against her creamy white face. She had grown about 3 inches taller, enough for her puppy fat to smooth out into a flat stomach, wide hips, and a slim waist, and her breasts had grown another couple of sizes so that they now bulged softly at the top of her school shirt. Perhaps because of these new improvements, Jon seemed to appreciate her old assets more, finding himself for once taking into account her wild, curly, but beautifully shiny ginger hair, and her warm brown eyes. As Jon stared at her, he felt his heart rate increase, his cock get hard. 

And that was how it had happened. What had once been fondness and affection for a sweet intelligent student, had become desire for smart and sexy young woman, and Jon found that their one on one sessions were now hours of having to clench his fists and force himself to listen to her, waiting until he could finally leave them and masturbate furiously. He was sickened with himself. Even though Rebecca was no child anymore- he had sang her 'Happy Birthday' along with the rest of her class on her 18th birthday last year- his desire felt wrong. She was his student, and he was in a position of trust. But still, he ached to touch her, and felt himself leaning into her when she was working next to him, waiting for her to accidentally brush against him. Anything to assuage this burning desire. Redheads became his new fetish, and when he was out now he seemed to always end the nights pounding a flaming haired woman mercilessly, picturing his student as he came. 

He couldn't help it. He wanted Rebecca Lewis. He wanted her bad.

But he was a professional, and would never dream of breaking such an important rule. The idea was abhorrent to him. He still found himself however, wondering if there was some way he could wank off before his next lesson.

***

Rebecca had an early finish, so when she got home that day she set herself up at her desk, not bothering to change first, wanting to complete her History essay before she went out with her friends. She pulled the purple book from her bag and flicked it open lazily, expecting to find pages of written notes about Tsarist Russia. What she found instead, however were pages on Jack the Ripper, and the London fire. She remembered that course. It was a year seven course. She thought for a moment and realised excitedly that her book must have been swapped with one of the ones Mr Tate had dropped. She checked her watch. School was about to finish, she could make it back before he left surely.

She grabbed the book and her bag and rushed out of the door to grab a bus back to school. 

***

Jon finally sent his Year 8 class out as the bell rang for the end of the day. He rubbed his forehead, glancing at his huge stack of marking. Tempted as he was to go home, he simply couldn't leave this till tomorrow. He picked up his red pen, and opened the first book. 

***

Rebecca entered the History corridor. Her heart was pounding as it always did when she was going to see Mr Tate. She cleared her throat and smoothed her short pleated school skirt over her thighs, before walking up to his room and knocking shakily on the door. He called out 'Come in!' and her heart lept as she opened the door. 

***

He looked up from a year seven book in irritation, and then he saw her. His mouth dried as she walked through the threshold of the door, smiling timidly. He stared at her for a beat, her flaming hair tumbling in soft curls around her face, and her brown eyes depicting her anxiousness and also.. excitement? Jon found himself already growing hard at the thought of her being in his classroom alone when most other teachers and all students had gone home. He swallowed and pulled himself forward in his chair so that he was under his desk, the growing bulge in his trousers hidden from view. He coughed lightly, gathering his wits to ask her what she was there for. She blushed a beautiful pink colour that made Jon's heart warm and his cock twitch. 

'Sorry sir, I-I think I picked up the wrong book earlier in the corridor' 

She walked shakily towards his desk, searching in her bag for the book. His heart fell, and he wasn't sure why. What had he expected her to say, 'I'm here to fuck you.'? He cleared his throat again as she pulled out the purple history book and held it out to him with a trembling hand. He took it from her. 

'No problem, I'll help you find yours.' As Rebecca leant against the desk to wait, Jon stood up without thinking, and Rebecca's eyes were pulled down to the hard and prominent bulge of his erection straining against his trousers. She gasped, her full lips parting as she blushed. 

'Shit!' Jon sat back down again, crossing his legs so one ankle rested on one knee, hiding the bulge from Rebecca's view. He held a hand up to his forehead in shame and embarrassment. Rebecca sat there, wet, shocked, and extremely excited. Was it possible he felt the same way? She closed her eyes briefly and breathed in. She could smell his aftershave on the air. It made her wetter. Rebecca felt emboldened. She stood up.

Jon heard her walk to the door slowly, and wasn't at all surprised. He was waiting for her to leave and run away from the school, ready to call the head teacher and have him sacked. When he heard the door close softly he wasn't surprised. When he heard the click of the lock however, he opened his eyes. Rebecca was walking slowly back to him again, and she was undoing the top button of her school shirt. His dick grew harder, and he lowered his arm from his forehead. Rebecca waited until she was stood right in front of him. She looked down at the bulge over the top of his legs. Her lips parted in arousal again, and she did something she had never dreamed of doing. She closed her eyes, leant forward, and kissed him.

Jon was shocked. For one moment he let himself enjoy the soft clumsy kiss of this young, beautiful and enchanting girl. Then he realised what he was doing. He made a reluctant noise in the back of his throat as he grasped Rebecca's upper arms, forcing her away from him. 

Rebecca's eyes shot open, and Jon saw her arousal in them. It fired his own, but he had to see through the haze of lust and see sense. He shook his head. 

'Rebecca, no.' 

He watched as her eyes turned from excitement to disappointment. She didn't lean away from him, she was still bent slightly and leant into his hands. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to take his hands away from her arms. He could feel how warm she was through the thin material of the school shirt. Her positioning meant that her breasts were straining against her shirt, and he could ever so slightly see down her blouse to her white lacy bra, hugging her milky white, bulging breasts. He couldn't help himself but glance down. 

Rebecca didn't miss the gesture. She smiled ever so slightly as Jon looked back to her face. She deliberately leant against his hands even more, pushing her breast forward so they were squeezed between her arms, pushed together. 

Suddenly Jon felt a twinge of irritation with this sexy girl. Didn't she understand the trouble he would be in? 

He gritted his teeth and pushed his hands away from her. 

'I think there's been a misunderstanding' he snapped at her.

Rebecca was hurt. It wasn't easy for her to kiss him like that. She had never been so bold in his presence. Suddenly she was angry with him, and the anger helped. She raised her eyebrows in indignation. 

'I'm not stupid, SIR.' She placed emphasis on the last word. Suddenly, she dipped down, pushing herself under Jon's crossed legs so that her face was in front of his crotch. He looked down at her, shocked, as she reached her hand out and grasped him firmly through his trousers. 

'This is for me.' She said, looking up at him angrily. He felt his own anger, but the pleasure of her hand in him was too much, he couldn't speak, he could only watch her, stunned, his mouth open as he gasped. 

His expression made Rebecca even bolder, and she undid the single button, then unzipped him. The tip of his thick dick was poking out of the top of his briefs. She wrenched his underwear down, and his erection sprang forward.

Without thinking, Rebecca leant forward, closed her lips over the tip, and sucked. 

This had all happened too quickly for Jon to stop. He leant forward to push her shoulders away, trying to ignore the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. As Rebecca felt his hands on her shoulders, she moaned her protest in her throat, sending vibrations through Jon's cock. He rolled his eyes in pleasure, letting out a small breath. Rebecca sensed her moment, and she slipped him even further into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she went. 

Jon moaned slightly. And he found his hands leaving her shoulders and fisting in her hair instead. Rebecca smiled around his cock, and tried to slip him completely into her mouth. But she found she was unable to. She pulled her face away, and looked at his cock. It was huge. She looked in awe, pumping his dick with one hand, and looked up to find Jon looking down at her, his eyes hooded. She smiled and blew gently on his dick, and he groaned gutterly, a noise that made Rebecca clench, and she leaned up. Jon looked at her. He tried to regain his senses but everything was fogged. Her clumsy, inexperienced blow job had aroused him more than any other he had had, and besides, he thought as he looked at her wet lips, shining with his precum, thing's had gone too far to turn back now. He groaned in surrender and grasped her face roughly. She gasped and he took his chance, leaning forward and kissing her, hard.

Rebecca couldn't believe what was happening, she was finally kissing this man properly. Rebecca was a virgin, and the few times she had kissed boys it had been sloppy and inexperienced. This was so different from her soft timid kiss. His rough hands were on the sides of her neck, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. She was completely taken by this passionate, possessing kiss, and her hands moved from his knee to his hair, running her fingers through it, tugging gently. Then she brought her hands down to her shirt, undoing the buttons with fumbling fingers, hardly able to concentrate as his tongue swirled round hers. Once her shirt was undone enough to expose the whole of her lacy bra, she took one of his hands away from the side of her neck and brought it down to one of her breasts, not really sure what to do. But he took over for her. He softly squeezed her breast through the lace, stroking her nipple through the material with one of his thumbs. His other hand moved down her back slowly, cupping her pert arse. Rebecca moaned slightly into his mouth, and then lent a hand down, stroking Mr Tate's huge dick. 

Jon broke the kiss, groaning in frustration. He swiftly and easily picked Rebecca up around the waist, holding her against him and kissing her neck as she gasped and panted, her legs wrapping around his waist. He moved them towards the back of the room, finally laying her on one of the desks and untangling her legs from around him. She leant on her elbows looking up at him, his trousers were undone, his shirt untucked, and his huge erection out. She moaned just looking at it. 

Jon unbuttoned his shirt, and was about to pull it off, when he noticed Rebecca moving to touch his dick again. He grabbed her hand, shaking his head. She looked puzzled. He leant forward, kissing her roughly, and grabbing one of her tits. As he broke the kiss, he squeezed it harder. She gasped, and he smiled against her lips. 

'It's your turn' he whispered in her ear. As she panted, he pushed her softly back against the desk. He unbuttoned the final buttons on her shirt, and pulled it down her arms, dropping it to the floor. Slowly, he moved his face up her stomach, and traced the line of her bra with his tongue. She gasped, and then he moved his hands from her hips to the back of her bra strap. He finally pulled the bra off and stared at her breasts. They were milky white, even paler than the rest of her skin, and her nipples were stood pink and erect. He slowly licked in a small circle around each of them, then teased them with his fingers. Rebecca's hand twisted in Jon's hair and he smiled. He was loving her crazed reactions to his touch. He was in total control, stood towering over her as she writhed under his expert hands on the desk.

Rebecca was blinded by pleasure. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into Mr Tate's stubbly face even more, and her pussy was now aching to be touched.

She could feel the moisture seeping out of her and running between her arse cheeks. After years spent coming to fantasies of this man, she now just wanted him to fuck her. 

Jon kissed Rebecca's stomach, moving down further and further, until finally his chin scraped against her skirt. He lifted his face and looked at the beautiful, writhing girl on the desk. She looked up at him, her eyes burning with need, and he placed his hands on her knees. She whimpered and leant her head on the desk again. His hands pushed her knees further apart and then slid up, lifting her skirt and revealing her pale lacy blue knickers. He smiled. She didn't wear matching underwear. Then he noticed the damp patch on her knickers, and then he could smell it. He almost came then and there. She was so aroused, and so arousing. He pulled her shoes off of her feet, but kept her thigh-high black socks on. Then he leant up, pulling her knickers off slowly. He looked at her moist, glistening pussy. There was a mound of trimmed hair on top, but none on her pussy lips. And she was so, so wet. Jon dropped her knickers on top of her shirt and then moved his hands under her thighs to grasp her hips from underneath. He pulled her forward, so that her pussy was an inch from his face. He waited a moment.

Rebecca could feel the air on her wet pussy as Mr Tate had pulled her towards him. In her aroused, unseeing state, she heard him say just one word. 

'Watch.'

Panting, she leant herself up on her hands, her arms shaky. He grinned his crooked grin at her, and then dipped his face down to her pussy. Rebecca felt tears roll out of her eyes at the exquisite feeling of his tongue licking her clit, moving in circles, round and round. Then he dipped down, and he roughly shoved his tongue into her, tasting her. She couldn't help the gasps that left her. It was just so arousing, watching him doing this, feeling him doing this. Suddenly her arms couldn't hold her anymore, and she fell back on the desk, her arms falling above her head so her breasts were lifted right into the air. 

Jon's tongue moved in and out of Rebecca, then up to her clit circling it, then sucking it, then down again. He heard the whimpers and groans coming from above and felt himself grow rock hard. It wouldn't be long he knew.

Rebecca was spinning, hardly knowing where she was. 'Ah... ooo oh yes, yes Mr Tate' she gasped. Mr Tate's face left her pussy, and she looked up helplessly, quivering.




The First of Many to Come...



Jon looked at her in awe. He had almost come. 

'Never', he said, looking up at her, 'stop calling me that.' Rebecca smiled almost lazily and then closed her eyes as he carried on eating her out.

'Oh Mr Tate, yes, yes!!' she moaned again. She writhed, and moaned, and then her legs wrapped around Jon's head, holding his face to her pussy as she came and came, screaming, her back arched off the desk, and Mr Tate carried on suckling. Finally, as she began to come down from her orgasm, Jon stood up. He looked down at her, a flushed moist, quivering mess. He was holding his erection up to the opening of her pussy. She look up at him, spent, but ready for more, and nodded. His lips parted slightly, and he leant down to kiss her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrusted his dick into her pussy. She cried out into his mouth as he filled her, stretched her. Her nails dug into his bare back, she could feel the hair on his chest against her nipples. Suddenly, Jon broke the kiss, flipping her over. She was so wet he didn't even need to pull himself out of her as he did it. She was on her knees on the desk, her arse raised in the air, and Jon was stood behind her. He started slamming into her, really moving.

'You know,' Jon said though gritted teeth in between thrusts, 'you were very bad, sucking my cock without my permission like that. Weren't you?' 

Rebecca couldn't answer, she could only whimper. Suddenly she felt his hand on her breast, and he pulled her back so she was leaning her head against his chest. Then his hand was on her nipple pulling and twisting so that it was half pleasure, half pain.  

'Weren't you?' He re-asserted, his teeth gritted.

Rebecca groaned, nodding. 

'Say it.' Jon growled, as he continued thrusting.

'I was bad.' Rebecca gasped, as Jons renewed thrusts started to hit her g-spot. 

'Louder.'

Jon's hand continued to torture her nipple, but the other have her a sharp spank on her arse cheek.

'I was bad.'

His hand moved round from her arse to her clit, rubbing the slick skin in fast, hard circles, applying all his strength. Rebecca's eyes rolled in pleasure and she let out a strangled moan of pure pleasure.

'Louder.' he hissed into her ear as she grinded against him. 

'I was bad! I was a very fucking bad girl sucking your fat cock without your permission Mr Tate, and you should keep fucking me till I come so hard I cr-ah! Aaaaaah!'

And as Mr Tate thrust deeper into her and strummed her clit, she finally came a second time, tears rolling out of her eyes and dropping down to her breasts. As Jon felt her tight pussy clenching round him, and felt her arse grinding back against him to get his dick in deep as she could, he came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting into Rebecca's pussy as he squeezed her breasts and groaned in release. He leant his head against the small of her back, completely spent. 

Eventually, as their breathing slowed, Jon pulled out of her, and stood back to look at her pale ass, her battered pussy leaking a mixture of their juices onto the desk. She turned slowly on the desk, and retrieved her panties and bra from the floor. She hooked her bra again as Jon re buttoned his shirt, watching her. For the first time in ages he felt sated, and now, slightly anxious. He wasn't sure what to do. Things had gotten so out of hand. And yet as he watched her, pulling her shirt on and buttoning it up, he knew it wouldn't be long until he wanted her again. 

Rebecca could feel his eyes on her, and she knew he would want her again as much as she would. But how could she make sure he would come back for more? She retrieved her knickers from the floor, and then looked up at him as he leant against the wall watching her solemnly. She looked down at the cum on the desk, and then, looking him squarely in the eyes, she used the knickers to wipe the cum from the desk, and then from her pussy, her mouth forming an 'O' shape as the soaked material slid against her still sensitive pussy. 

Jon's mouth was open in shock, and he felt his dick beginning to stand to attention again as he watched Rebecca's sexy gesture. She grinned at him impishly and stood, moving toward him. She leaned up and put her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers and kissing him more confidently, without as much clumsiness. Jon's arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her arse, and then Rebecca's small hand closed around his semi hard-on, stroking him through the fabric of his trousers again. Jon groaned in appreciation into her mouth and eventually, Rebecca pulled away. She grinned at him, turned to retrieve her bag from the front of the room, and walked out of the classroom. 

Jon let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall once more, and putting his hands in his pockets. And that's when he realised it. He pulled out the cum soaked blue lace knickers from his pocket, the proof that the past half an hour had really happened. He walked towards his desk and sighed in a bittersweet release.

That afternoon, he realised with half pleasure and half apprehension, would be the first of many to come.