10 comments/ 135225 views/ 23 favorites Unwrapped By: jus8tine Chris leaned over the sink and pulled open the light blue curtains. The cold sink sent a jolt through the young woman's body when it contacted the unprotected area between her t-shirt and panties. She braved the cold for a few seconds to look out onto the freshly fallen snow in the early morning light. Then she backed away and scanned the windows of the neighboring house. She had followed this routine for nearly a year and only once had she seen him, if only for an instant. He was walking across his bedroom, fully dressed. Her heart had fluttered even at the brief glimpse before he turned out the light and exited the room. She hadn't caught him since...until today. There he was. A towel wrapped around his waist. He dried his hair with a smaller towel, then threw it out of her sight. She strained to see his muscular arms and shoulders. Now his back was to her. "Take it off," she spoke softly in the privacy of her kitchen. He reached into a closet and pulled out a shirt. "Come on," Chris said with more desperation, dragging out the words as if begging him. The man stood in the middle of the room, his back still facing the female onlooker. He seemed to stand frozen for no apparent reason. Then he slowly unwrapped his towel and let it leisurely fall to the floor. Chris didn't realize she was holding her breath until she heard herself inhaling deeply. She stared at his beautiful ass. It was perfect. His legs looked powerful, even from a distance and through two windows. And his hands were moving around, taunting her by pulling up on both cheeks, then moving in front of his body again. What is he doing? Is he holding his cock? Why is he just standing there? Chris couldn't answer her own questions, so her imagination took over. She envisioned his fingers gripping a rock hard cock, gently stroking it in front of the mirror. She could see the tip getting bigger and pinker as blood rushed into the penis making it grow even longer and thicker. Then Chris' hand was inside her panties. She felt the moisture around her pussy. She pulled some of it up to her clit and rubbed it with a single finger. The man was moving again. "Turn around," she ordered him. "Let me see that gorgeous cock." He disappeared for a second and Chris panicked. Her hand stopped. Then the man appeared again, holding something white. And he turned. He turned so he was facing Chris. His cock was faintly visible in the room's light. It wasn't erect like she imagined, but was large enough. He stood for a second, then leaned over and pulled on the white garment. A moment later the boxers covered the view Chris had so longed for and finally obtained. Chris was frantically rubbing her clit again. The sight of his cock drove her crazy and she was taking it out on her own tiny erection. He was dressing in the middle of the room, but her mind had captured the scene she wanted and she used it to bring herself closer to an orgasm. Chris reached inside her shirt and massaged one of her breasts, pulling and squeezing the nipple to send even more waves of excitement through her pussy. The man was nearly done, his back to her once more. Chris stared at him until about to cum. Then she removed her hands from inside her clothes and leaned on the sink, her heart pounding and her breathing quick and heavy. Fifteen more seconds and she would have cum. But she was saving it for him. Saving it for her fantasy lover. The man turned off the light as he left the room. ### Chris Connor was a thirty year old divorced woman who attracted men with her looks and bashful nature. She was the stereotypical princess in distress waiting for her prince. The only thing she lacked was the flowing blonde hair. But her flowing brunette hair didn't stop too many men from lusting after the innocent looking female. She dated occasionally, but not very successfully. Mainly because her heart wasn't into it. Chris had a crush on the guy next door even before her husband left her one year ago. Now she longed for him in a different, more physical, way. His name was Jeff. The only fault Chris could ever find with him was the fact he was married. Worse yet, he was married to a gorgeous blonde with long, flowing hair. But that didn't stop Chris from going out of her way to talk to him whenever she had the chance. Actually, it was more flirting than talking. To date, Jeff had never taken the bait. Chris was in her front yard the Saturday morning following her 'observation' of Jeff in his bedroom, nearly finished with putting up the last of the Christmas decorations, when Jeff approached her. "Hi, Chris," he said cheerfully. "Oh. Hi, Jeff," she replied, looking over her shoulder. She turned to face him. "Pretty good day for putting up lights," he said with a smile. "Yeah. Perfect." Chris played with the front of her unzippered coat, eventually sliding her hands nervously into the pockets. "I haven't seen you for a while. Been keeping busy?" he asked. She thought to herself: 'Well, I've seen you recently. And I loved it.' Instead, she said, "Yeah, kind of. How about you?" Jeff smiled inside at her apparent uneasiness around him and her obvious bashfulness. "Usual stuff." He waited for a second, then added. "I wanted to mention that you might want to consider keeping the curtains pulled in your kitchen." Chris froze at his statement, totally caught off guard. She looked at the handsome man with his steely eyes staring right back at her. A mischievous smile crossed his lips. "Excuse me?" she said. "The curtains. In your kitchen. The day you were watching me." Chris' heart felt like it was going to explode. Her stomach turned inside out. "Watching you?" "Yeah. I saw you in the mirror," he said nonchalantly. "So I decided you wanted a show. It ended up I was the one who got the show. What were you doing with your hands, anyway?" Chris wanted to jump into a hole in the ground and hide. She pulled her coat closed by bringing her hands together while still inside her coat pockets. "I didn't know...I mean, I wasn't doing anything...I wanted a show?" Jeff laughed at the incredulous tone in Chris' voice. "Why else would you watch a man getting dressed in his bedroom? Did it turn you on? Or did I disappoint you?" Chris considered turning her back and running into her house. But his calm tone made her consider staying. "I hope you don't think I spend all my time doing that. It just happened...I mean you were there...and..." "And you decided to watch and get off at the same time," Jeff finished for her. "I did not!" "Oh. So you WERE disappointed." "No. I mean...damn you." Chris was almost in tears. Jeff sensed he better back off for a while. Perhaps his teasing wasn't being taken the right way by the younger woman. So he immediately jumped into why he really came to talk to Chris. "I'm just giving you a hard time. But I do want to talk to you about something. Can we go inside?" Chris was elated at the opportunity to end the current discussion and intrigued by his offer. They moved inside her house through the front door. Both of them took off their coats and threw them on a nearby couch. Chris wore a t-shirt and sweatpants. She wasn't sure whether she was happy she didn't wear a bra or not. Between the cold outside air and the subject of their quick discussion, there was no doubt she was bra-less. Jeff, for one, was happy. "Can I get you some coffee?" Chris asked. "Sure. That sounds good." Jeff followed Chris into the kitchen, enjoying the view of her attractive ass in the process. She offered him a seat while she opened a cabinet to get cups. But he followed her, instead, and stood at the sink. She saw him staring out towards his own house. "Nice view," he said. "Oh shut up." Jeff pulled the curtains closed. "See. That's all you have to do." Chris shot him a contemptuous glare while pouring the coffee. When she was done they moved to a small table in the eating area of the kitchen. They put their cups down and Chris pulled out a chair to sit down. But before she could sit, an arm embraced her around the waist from behind. She was startled and Jeff felt her entire body flinch. He held her as gently as possible and still maintain control of her. His hand slid up the outside of her shirt until resting at the base of her breasts. "Tell me what you were doing while watching me?" he almost whispered to her. Chris wasn't sure she could talk. "Who was watching who?" Jeff appreciated the woman's quick, intelligent reply under the circumstances. He pressed his body against her a little harder. "You were the one getting aroused. I'm pretty sure I saw you touch your breast." Jeff's hand slowly rose up until it covered her right breast entirely. He didn't squeeze or massage it. The hand was just there. Chris felt her nipple tingle from his touch. A shudder flowed through her pussy. "I might have. I don't remember." "Liar. You remember everything. You remember my cock when I turned to face you. You remember how you touched your breast and put your hand inside your panties." "How do you know I had panties on?" Chris asked calmly. "Maybe you didn't. Maybe you were nude from the waist down." Jeff's other hand found the waistband of her sweatpants and his fingers traced it across her bare stomach. Then half of his hand was underneath the material. He felt Chris' stomach pull in. "I was not!" "It's your house. You can walk around naked all you want, spying on the neighbors." Jeff's hand sank a little lower, until his fingers finally made contact with the top of her panties. He rubbed her erect nipple a little harder. Chris was too aroused to argue any more. She was scared. She was horny. She had no clue what to do. "So tell me what you were doing with your hands," he said. Chris took a deep breath. "When I finally saw your cock, I rubbed my clit. Then I put a hand on my breast." She couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth. What was happening to her? "And...?" Jeff asked, his hand deep inside her pants. "I kept rubbing until I almost came." Jeff's hand touched her. He touched her clit from on top of her panties. He pressed against it. He heard her gasp. "You ALMOST came?" Chris could only nod. His entire palm was covering her clit. His other hand rolled her nipple between his fingers. 'God, make him stop before I...' Jeff's fingers were down to her pussy now. He could feel her wetness. He smiled behind her head, his face pressed against her beautiful, long hair. In return, she could feel his cock hardening inside his pants. It pressed against her ass. "I bet you could cum now," Jeff teased her. His hands caressed her most sensitive parts. "Couldn't you?" "Maybe." Chris could barely whisper the words. Jeff was hard. He knew she could feel it. "When you were looking at my cock, did you want to touch it?" Chris nodded while Jeff's hand worked over her clit and nipple. "Did you want to suck it or have it deep inside your wet pussy?" The words alone drove Chris closer to a climax she didn't want to have. Not now. Not here. "Both." Jeff tried not to laugh out loud, but a muffled chuckle still eked out. "Do you want to touch it now." "Yes." Not only did Chris want her neighbor's cock, but she quickly figured out saying yes might prevent him from making her cum in the next thirty seconds. She heard the sound of his zipper opening. After a couple seconds of rustling behind her, she felt him grab her hand. It was directed to his exposed cock. Chris eagerly gripped the thick shaft while Jeff's hands returned to her clit and breast. This time he was inside her shirt and Chris' body shivered from his touch. "I have an offer for you," Jeff said coolly. "What's that?" Chris asked, stroking him faster. "We'd like to have sex with you." Chris didn't stop fondling Jeff's cock, but her mind was no longer concentrating on it. "Who's we?" "My wife and I." Jeff let the words sink in for a moment. "She thinks you're gorgeous, but would never consider asking you for sex. We've talked about it a lot. She cums every time we discuss it in bed. When I asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she immediately said you. I'd like to make her happy. Of course, I'd be there to watch...and join in." Chris was stunned, as well as about to explode if this man kept rubbing her clit and sticking his finger deep inside her. His cock was huge and she had to fight off the urge to turn around and devour it. When Jeff thought she had enough time to mull over what he said, he asked, "Would you consider it?" Chris would consider anything right now if it meant fucking Jeff, and Jeff knew that. Or at least he hoped he knew that was the case. "I would, as long as you were there." The quick response was more than Jeff had dreamed of. It was time to reward her. "Can I make you cum now?" he asked softly into her ear. "Please," she responded. Jeff pulled down Chris' sweatpants and panties to expose her luscious ass. The cheeks were full and round. The skin was perfect and melted in his hands as he touched her. Then he returned to her clit, his cock, now free of Chris' hand, pressed firmly against her bare skin. "I want you to imagine my wife's face buried between your legs, licking your clit. Her lips wrapped around it, sucking you until you want to cum. I'm massaging your breasts and sucking on your nipples. I'm waiting for her to finish so I can put my hard cock inside that tight cunt of yours." That did it. Chris leaned on the table. "Oh my God. Rub me harder. Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jeff rubbed Chris' erect clit with two fingers, feeling the young woman's body shudder from head to toe. "That's it, Chris. Cum for me. Cum hard." She didn't need to be told. She lost total control of her actions, both physical and vocal. Her cries filled the house as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her. She wanted to tell him what to do, but she couldn't form actual, real words. Just moans and groans and sighs. She felt his cock sliding up and down the top of her ass. She wanted him inside her. But his finger alone made her cum longer and better than she ever had. When she was done, Chris could only lean on the table, her legs ready to give out beneath her. Jeff just let her relax, gently rubbing his cock against her skin. Then she turned around, finally facing him and able to see his cock up close. No longer distorted by two windows and the distance between the houses, Chris could see every beautiful inch of his shaft. The head was large and pink. His balls hung gloriously between his legs. And in between was the longest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. Chris touched it. She cradled it in her palm. Then she kneeled down and kissed the tip. She felt it twitch. Just a drop of moisture escaped and hung on her lips. Jeff watched her lick it off seductively. Slowly. She opened her mouth and put her lips around the end of Jeff's cock, then slid her head forward and didn't stop until the cock hit the back of her throat. She still didn't have the whole thing in her mouth. But she began to slide up and down on the shaft, using her hand to stroke the part she couldn't get in her mouth. The cock was warm and hard and wonderful. Chris knew she was going to quickly have to deal with Jeff's cum and the prospect excited her. Jeff watched Chris bob her head on his penis. Her thick, brown hair rocked back and forth across her face and onto his bare skin. She swiped it aside every few strokes, trying to catch it behind her ear. But her energetic actions never allowed it to stay in place. It only took a minute for Jeff to be ready to cum. "Yes, Chris. Almost. Oh, God!" Chris sucked harder and faster. "Ahhh, fuck! Yes! Suck me, Chris." Even she was moaning now in anticipation of his orgasm. "Now! I'm gonna cum!" Chris pulled her head away from the cock and moved her hand up the shaft so that she was stroking the entire length of it. She placed the tip of Jeff's cock on one of her nipples, then the other. Jeff moaned loudly as the first shot of cum burst out of his cock and splattered against Chris' chest. That was followed by another and another. Chris guided the cock across her breasts so that they were equally flooded with his warm fluid. The sensation of it dripping down her breasts caused Chris to say, "Come on, Jeff. Keep cumming. Keep cumming!" She pumped him harder, cum acting as a lubricant between her palm and his cock. Several more shots landed on her body before Jeff was finally done. "Oh my God, Chris. That was incredible," Jeff panted. They both looked at the rivers of white liquid slowly flowing over Chris' breasts. "I better get you a towel," Jeff said. "Yes, please." After Chris eagerly allowed her neighbor to clean her up, she leaned into him and they kissed passionately. "So you'll do it?" Jeff asked when they finished. "With that one condition—you have to be there." "Oh, I wouldn't miss this for anything. I'll be there," he assured her. "Here's my plan." They spent several minutes finalizing and perfecting the plan. ### Stephanie ran a brush through her lush hair while waving a blow dryer with the other hand. The towel wrapped around her body rippled from the blasts of warm air. Jeff watched while leaning against the bathroom door frame. Once the blow dryer was turned off and she could hear again, Stephanie asked her husband, "So, what do you think I should wear?" "Nothing fancy. It's just Chris. You're not trying to impress her or anything. Just be comfortable," Jeff replied. Stephanie gave him a disgusted look while finishing her hair. "You have no clue, do you? Of course I'm trying to impress her. All women are trying to impress other women." She began to walk past him. As she exited the bathroom, Jeff grabbed an edge of the towel and held tight. Two steps later his wife was naked, but she kept walking. "That would impress her. Just go naked." Jeff followed her into the bedroom. "I wish." "You really want her, don't you?" Jeff asked while Stephanie stared into her closet. "Like I want a Lamborghini. But I'm not holding my breath for either one." She pulled out a low cut sweater that Jeff knew showed considerable cleavage. "Oh, good choice. Don't wear a bra. And wear those hip hugger jeans you have." "All of a sudden you're a fashion guru," Stephanie said, turning to face her husband. She let her breasts brush against him as she walked past. She stood in front of the mirror and pulled on the sweater. She adjusted the shoulders to let the front show even more of her ample breasts. "Perfect," Jeff said honestly. "Now add the tiny panties you have that tie on the sides and the jeans." "The things I do for you!" Stephanie huffed. ### Chris never got invited to a lot of parties. Certainly none like this one, and she had viewed it as a party from the first time she and Jeff discussed it. So she was a bit nervous the entire day leading up to the evening when she was scheduled to walk over to Jeff and Stephanie's place. She waited until five past eight, put on her knee-length trench coat, and grabbed the gift she had neatly wrapped. Then Chris opened the door and stepped out into the cold winter air. Seconds later, she was ringing her neighbors' doorbell. Jeff opened the door and invited Chris in. The living room was beautifully decorated with candles everywhere. Chris was very jealous of anyone who could decorate, particularly during the holidays. "Come on in," Jeff said, turning to lead Chris into the family room. They had smiled at each other nervously, but said little else. Stephanie was sitting on the couch when they entered, but quickly got up to walk over and greet Chris. Unwrapped "Hi, Chris. We're really happy you could come. We don't get to see you enough," Stephanie said with a big smile. "Hi. I brought you a little present since you wouldn't let me bring food or anything," Chris said, handing the package to her hostess. "Well, thank you. Take off your coat and let Jeff hang it up for you." Stephanie laid the package on a table next to the couch. For the first time all day, Chris had second thoughts about the whole thing. Her hands were shaking, so she started to untie the belt around her coat while Stephanie was still turned away. But Stephanie was facing her again before Chris finished. Chris saw Stephanie's eyes widen as the belt came undone and the coat fell open. Chris gracefully let the coat slide off her shoulders and arms. Jeff took it from her...and Chris stood stark naked in front of Stephanie. You could hear a pin drop as Stephanie scanned the beautiful, young body in front of her. Stephanie's eyes roamed from Chris' head to toes...and back up again. "Merry Christmas, Steph," Jeff said. Stephanie's mouth was open, but nothing came out. Chris began to fidget, unsure of how Stephanie was reacting. "Wow," Stephanie finally said. "You really are...uh, I mean...you're...really beautiful." Chris blushed and said, "Thank you." "I think the best presents come unwrapped," Jeff said. "Don't you?" Stephanie only nodded, her eyes still wandering all over Chris' perfect body. Chris stepped forward. Once she got within an arm's length of her neighbor, she took Stephanie's hands in her own. She raised them to her breasts and gently placed them on her soft skin. It was a first for both women and they were tentative. Chris dropped her arms and let Stephanie gingerly run her fingers over Chris' breasts. Stephanie briefly looked over at her husband, who nodded back at her in affirmation. Stephanie felt better already and the shock was wearing off. Chris watched the hands as they moved completely around her breasts, eventually touching every inch of them. At first Stephanie was hesitant to touch the nipples; but finally they, too, received the attention of Stephanie's inquisitive fingers. Chris had to close her eyes at the incredible feeling of Stephanie's hands massaging her chest. Knowing that before the night was through she would have Jeff's cock inside her pussy made it even better. But for now, she was content with pleasing his wife. Something made Chris edge even closer to Stephanie. Something was drawing them together and neither could explain nor resist it. Their bodies touched. And then their mouths came together in a long, wet, passionate kiss. Any doubt Jeff had about arranging the evening went away amidst the muffled moans of pleasure coming from both women as they kissed. Jeff could feel his cock harden from the sight. He watched his wife place her hands on Chris' ass and squeeze the tender skin until outlines of her fingers were visible. When they were done, Chris said to Stephanie, "Open your gift." Stephanie was glad to have something to do that didn't involve Chris' naked body. Her mind was still spinning and she needed to regroup. So she reached behind her for the package and slowly took off the colorful wrapping paper. It was a large bottle of wine, which received hearty approval from both Stephanie and Jeff. "Alright!" Stephanie exclaimed. "I think this will go perfectly with..." She paused and looked at Chris. "With Chris?" Jeff completed the sentence. "Since I think I've been set up by you two, we should all partake. Right?" Stephanie said smiling. "We were hoping you'd see it that way," Chris said with relief. "Consider it re-gifting." Jeff and Stephanie laughed. "Why don't you two get the drinks ready and I'll bring out the food," Jeff suggested. They all moved to the kitchen. Stephanie and Chris worked on pouring the wine with Stephanie barely able to keep her eyes off the lovely, naked body of her neighbor. She didn't know how long she could go without ravishing Chris. Little did she know Chris was having the same thoughts, only Chris' centered around how and when to get Stephanie naked. Within a few minutes the threesome was relatively comfortable with the situation. Chris' nudity was an incredible turn-on for Jeff and Stephanie and the exhibitionist in Chris was beginning to come out. You could cut the sexual tension with one of the cooking knives hanging under the overhead cabinet. Jeff had the food and plates on the table. The women had the wine poured. "Well, I think our guest should go first. Chris, help yourself to some food, grab a drink and take it into the family room. We'll be right behind you," Jeff said. Chris worked her way around the table, filling her plate with a sampling of each item available. Jeff and Stephanie enjoyed watching her lean over the table. Chris' full breasts swung free and her cute ass stuck out behind her. Jeff had quit worrying about being embarrassed by his constant erection. Chris took a glass of wine and found a spot on the couch. Moments later Stephanie was next to her and Jeff was in a large chair across from them. They chatted while eating, each of them making a second trip to the food table. "We have a dessert," Jeff said. "But that can wait until later." He couldn't hide his smile. "Now I think I know why you insisted on that dessert," Stephanie said. Chris felt her pulse rise from the unmistakable insinuation of Stephanie's remark. "Consider it part of your present," he added. After a few more minutes of conversation and one more glass of wine for everybody, Jeff decided he would need to be the one to move things along. "Steph, I don't think it's fair any more for Chris to be the only one without clothes." His meaning was clear and nobody in the room argued with him. The women were glad, in fact, that he was forcing their hands. Stephanie smiled and stood up. "OK, but I want Chris to undress me." They looked at their guest and quickly got her answer. She stood up next to Stephanie and kissed her cheek. "It'll be my pleasure," she said. They faced each other and Chris placed her hands on the bare skin under the bottom of Stephanie's sweater and above the top of her jeans. Then she moved her hands up, feeling the outline of Stephanie's ribs as she progressed higher. Chris stopped just short of Stephanie's breasts. "Are you sure?" Chris asked quietly. "Oh, I'm very sure." Almost before the words were out of Stephanie's mouth, Chris' hands were on her breasts. Jeff could see the tips of Chris' fingers rise out of his wife's sweater, then disappear again under the material. Stephanie closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Then Chris took the sweater and pulled it over Stephanie's head. The movement was quick and confident. Stephanie pulled her arms out and watched as Chris tossed the garment aside. Now both women had something to stare at and covet. There was no rush as fingers explored each other leisurely. Jeff's cock could no longer take the confinement of his pants. He unzipped, reached inside his boxers and pulled out his raging erection. The simple fact it was free felt terrific. Knowing what would happen in the near future caused it to twitch involuntarily. Stephanie looked over at him and smiled. Chris was too busy concentrating on her neighbor's breasts to notice. Having never been with another woman, Chris' actions became a little more unnatural. But somehow she knew to take the beautiful blonde's tits into her mouth. Stephanie moaned loud enough for everyone to hear when Chris' lips first made contact with her. Instinctively, Stephanie put her hands on the back of Chris' head and pulled her closer. Soon, Stephanie felt lips and tongue eagerly working over her breast and nipple. It was hard to tell who enjoyed it most: Chris, Stephanie or Jeff. The women certainly seemed to like it, but Jeff was the one who could provide the physical evidence. His cock rose like a tree trunk out of his pants. He was self-conscious at first about touching it, but couldn't hold off for very long. Now his hand was pumping it faster and faster as Chris tried to devour his wife's breast. Stephanie allowed the younger woman to switch from breast to breast, bringing each nipple for full erection. That was when Stephanie began to feel the wetness between her legs. And it didn't help to watch her husband masturbate a few feet away. "Oh my God, Chris. You're going to make me cum," Stephanie sighed. "I thought that was the idea," Chris said between licks. Chris' hands alternated between cupping the breasts she was sucking and clutching Stephanie's ass. Then she slid them inside the back of Stephanie's jeans and felt the soft skin underneath. "God, Stephanie. Are you even WEARING panties?" Chris asked. Stephanie could feel the hands probing all around her cheeks. "I guess it's time to find out." Chris didn't need any more hints. She unbuttoned the pants, pulled down the zipper and tugged on them. The jeans slipped down to Stephanie's knees and her tiny panties with the ties at the sides became evident. A small patch of material covered Stephanie's pussy. A sound from the chair behind her finally made Chris turn around. That was the first time she noticed Jeff's huge cock in his hand. She smiled wickedly before turning back to Stephanie, who was stepping out of her jeans. Stephanie only had to wait a second or two for Chris to begin untying her panties. Soon, the little piece of clothing was in Chris' hand, free of Stephanie's body completely. It ended up on top of the rest of her clothes and Chris stared at the luscious blonde's nakedness. "Jesus. I never knew a woman could look so good," Chris said. She admired Stephanie like she would a fine piece of art in an Italian museum. At this point the women were ready and willing to do anything. They each wanted to please the other and they each wanted to be pleased. So when they kissed and fell onto the couch in a heap of naked female flesh, anything was bound to happen. They writhed around for a minute, a jumbled mess of limbs and hair, tits and asses. Chris ended up on top. She attacked Stephanie's breasts once again, then made the long, lick-filled trip down to her pussy. Stephanie spread her legs willingly, putting one foot on the back of the couch and the other hanging over the side. Chris put her hands on Stephanie's ass and lifted the cleanly shaven pussy to her face. If sucking a woman's breasts was something she thought she'd never do, certainly Chris never imagined eating out the pussy of such a beautiful blonde. That didn't stop her from inserting her tongue into the soaking wet cunt of her neighbor. Her first taste of female juices only made her want more. Chris' tongue began to probe every inch of the cunt it could reach. "Oh fuck, Chris! Yes! Right there!" Chris heard Stephanie's pleas to keep going, but she had other plans. If it was HER being eaten, she'd want her clit sucked. So Chris licked her way up to the swollen clit partially hidden inside the folds of skin covering Stephanie's pussy. She had no trouble finding it with her tongue and stabbed at it several times before putting her lips tightly around it. "Oh God! Oh God!" Stephanie cried out. Chris kept sucking and Jeff kept stroking, precum oozing out of the tip of his cock. He'd have to stop and just watch soon or cum would be all over the chair. It didn't take long for a reason to just watch came about. "I'm gonna cum!" Stephanie shouted. "Suck it, Chris!" Stephanie arched her back and shoved her pussy into Chris' face. Her head began to shake back and forth and Chris felt the woman's body stiffen. Then Stephanie's hips jerked up and down, attempting to fuck Chris' mouth. She gripped the cushions on the couch with both hands and held on as her orgasm erupted. Jeff watched intently as his wife's body quivered, rolled and bounced from the energy of her multiple orgasms. Chris wouldn't stop sucking and licking. Stephanie couldn't stop cumming. He never remembered Stephanie reacting that way to 'normal' sex with him. But it didn't bother him. Just the contrary—he was very happy for her and very hard as a result. Stephanie eventually had to try to crawl away from Chris' mouth in order to end the session. Chris finally relented and wiped her moist mouth against Stephanie's thighs. The taste and smell drove her wild with lust, so she was glad when Stephanie looked down and extended her arms as an invitation for them to hug. Chris crawled up Stephanie's body and laid on top of her while they kissed. "I want you. I want your pussy," Stephanie whispered. Chris leaned up and moved so that her clit was directly above Stephanie's mouth. Chris looked over at Jeff. "It's your turn to watch me, now." Stephanie didn't know, or care, what Chris meant. She assumed she missed something earlier in the evening. But Jeff smiled back with full understanding. When Stephanie's tongue began to probe her pussy and clit, Chris maneuvered into position. This wasn't going to take long. Sure enough, less than two minutes passed before Chris cried out, "Yes! Now! I'm cumming!" "Come on, baby," Stephanie encouraged her. "Let it go." Chris' moans filled the house and she leaned against the arm of the couch to keep from falling off. She felt fluid drip down her thigh the longer and harder she came. Meanwhile, Stephanie tried to stay in contact with Chris' clit. Each time she licked it she felt Chris' body shudder in response. When it was over, the two women lay in a heap on the couch—exhausted and satisfied. "Wow," was all Jeff could say. Both women looked at him. Stephanie said, "Why are you still dressed?" "It didn't look like you needed me," Jeff replied. "Well, we do now," Chris said. For the second time in a week, Chris watched her handsome neighbor get undressed. This time he WAS hard. Very hard. And when he was finally naked she felt that familiar tingle between her legs again. Jeff stood in the center of the room, waiting for instructions. "Can part of my present be to watch you two fuck?" Stephanie said to everyone's surprise. Stephanie herself might have even been surprised that she made the request. Jeff didn't answer. Chris didn't want to be the one to say yes. "Come on. Please?" Stephanie begged. "If you're OK with it...," Jeff said to his wife. Stephanie gave her answer by rolling off the couch. "She's all yours. And she's wonderful, trust me." Stephanie and Jeff kissed with her hand stroking his cock the entire time. Jeff and Chris' secret encounter flashed through both of their minds as Jeff approached the couch. This was certainly going to be better. Chris rolled onto her back and looked up at Jeff. He couldn't think of a time he was more ready to fuck somebody. He studied her full breasts, little waist and curvy hips. He locked in on her pussy and climbed between her legs. Knowing that there would probably be plenty of opportunities during the night to be creative with Chris and Stephanie, Jeff made up his mind to simply fuck his neighbor—something he'd wanted to do since they first met. All he wanted to do right now was ram his cock into her sweet cunt and fuck her until they both came long and hard. Little did he know Chris was laying on the couch thinking, 'Oh, please, just fuck me with that gorgeous, hard cock of yours. Make me cum again...NOW!' Stephanie sat in a chair next to the couch, spread her legs and watched as Jeff positioned himself over Chris. She moved her hand onto her thigh, then slowly traced a finger around her pussy, eventually finding her clit. She settled in and waited for the show. Jeff's cock disappeared between Chris' legs as he lowered himself. A small move on his part placed it at the entrance to her cunt. He waited for a second, looking intimately into Chris' eyes. "Merry Christmas," she whispered. Then he pushed forward. Chris groaned with pain and pleasure as the cock entered her. No matter how ready she was for him, nothing could have told her in advance how wonderful it would feel to be filled by his thick shaft. The initial shock quickly gave way to unbelievable stimulation. Jeff felt her muscles tighten around him and wondered if he could hold back long enough to let her cum. Her cunt felt like a hand tightly gripping his cock, only it was wet and warm. The harder and faster he began to pump her the better it felt. "Yes, Jeff. Fuck me! Harder!" Like he needed to be told. Jeff felt Chris wrap her legs around his waist. He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her up. He watched her breasts sway like Jell-O as they fucked harder. Stephanie was frantically rubbing her clit, already on the verge of another orgasm. Something that seemed not even remotely possible the day before was now happening in front of her eyes, and she loved every minute of it. "Fuck me, Jeff. Cum inside me," Chris urged. She thought back to his cum flowing over her breasts and felt her pussy constrict around his cock. "God, Chris. I'm close," Jeff said as he rammed her over and over, the couch squeaking under them. "Me, too! C'mon! Fuck me!" Jeff banged his body against Chris with each thrust of his cock. Then he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs even farther apart. Now he was ready. "Now! I'm cumming!" Jeff felt his balls contract, followed by a tremendous release as cum shot through his cock and into Chris' young cunt. Chris cried out her approval as shot after shot filled her body. She touched her clit to assure she would cum at the same time. Their joint moans and groans signaled a successful dual orgasm. But that didn't account for everybody in the room. Soon, Stephanie's wails joined the couple on the couch as all three came together. Jeff continued to pound his neighbor even after the last of his cum had flooded Chris' cunt. Then he settled his body onto hers and they lay together while recuperating. He sucked on Chris' breasts just for good measure. It was about a half hour later that Stephanie said, "Hey, Jeff. How about that dessert now." Jeff smiled and walked into the kitchen, each woman watching his cock sway as he passed. A moment later he returned with a cream covered concoction. "Prepare to get messy," he said, looking squarely at his wife. Chris smiled and licked her lips. Unwrapping a Present "Jesus," Emma gasped finally. "If it's gonna be like that every time we're gonna fuck each other to death." Mike laughed softly. "Great way to die though." Emma smiled at him as she reached up a hand to wipe the cum not off her but into her skin as if it was a skin cream. She ran her fingers through her hair then licked the cum off them slowly and deliberately. "You know what the next question is?" She asked as they started to get dressed. Mike thought for a second. "Your place or mine?" He smiled. "No that's the second question. The first is when are we going to that restaurant with your winnings?" Mike laughed as she did up her suit. "Next Friday do you?" "As long as I don't have to wait that long for another fucking like that?" "Well that was why I asked your place or mine?" Mike replied as they left the office with his arm around her waist fingers gently rubbing her ass. "Um yours I think we might keep my parents up." She said laughing at his shocked look as he led her down to his car. Unwrapping Beth She sat in the chair, facing forward. I sat upon her thighs, facing her. Both of us were topless, having shed our blouses and bras. My hands spread over her breasts, my fingers squeezing the sleek, firm-soft globes, my bright-red nails making deep indentations in her ivory flesh. At the same time, she mirrored my actions, her own fingers kneading my breasts as if the full, high mounds were dough or clay that she could shape to her own purpose and will. Her breath was warm upon my face, as mine was upon hers, as we kissed each other's soft, luscious lips. I heard her moan—or, maybe, I thought, it was I who had groaned. My thumbs strummed her nipples, finding them as stiff and swollen with desire as my own. As we continued to kiss, our bodies, already close, drew nearer still, and, as our breasts touched, an electric thrill streaked along my nerves. In unison, our lips parted, and our tongues extended, each thrusting between the other's lips and teeth to whirl and swirl within the deep, wet caverns of our respective mouths. Her breathing quickened; so did mine. The tips of our noses touched, as our deep, open-mouthed kiss continued, and, tickled, I drew away, giggling. "I've tickled your fancy," Beth quipped. You've tickled more than that, I thought—a lot more. I grinned at her, thinking how delightfully smoky her eyes seemed. Did as an intense a fire burn within her loins as flamed within my own? I was aware—fully, even painfully, aware—of her hard nipples against the smooth flesh of my breasts. Her nipples were rosebud-soft, but they seemed, in the intensity of my awareness, as sharp as thorns. I let the tip of my left forefinger trail down her side, over her ribs, along her waist, over her crotch. . . . She stopped me, gently, but firmly, before I reached her sex. "No, Gwen," she said. "I want you," I told her. "All of you." "We've talked about this," she reminded me, as she had, it seemed, a hundred times already. We had talked about this matter, though, and I had agreed to honor and abide by her request that we not get naked—or at least not altogether naked—going topless together was all she'd permit. I had agreed with her that, until she was ready to do so, we would go no further than kissing and caressing. Unfortunately, it was becoming harder and harder to honor my word. "I'm sorry," I told her. She smiled at me, looking gorgeous. "You're not," she teased. I returned her grin. "You're right," I admitted. "I'm not." "You will have more," she promised, "when the time is right." I toyed with the nipple of her right breast. "I wish that time were now." "Me, too." In the movie My Little Chickadee, Cuthbert J. Twillie, having married Flower Belle Lee, is disappointed when, on the night of their honeymoon, she insists upon sleeping in separate hotel rooms. As Twillie peers at her through the keyhole to her room while she is getting undressed. a Native American acquaintance asks him, "Chief gottem new squaw?" to which Twillie replies, "New is right: she hasn't been unwrapped yet." Sexist and crude, yes; funny, perhaps—but the scene pretty much summarizes my relationship, to date, with Beth—except that, of course, we haven't married. Rising from my perch upon her lovely thighs, I knelt before her, between her parted legs, wishing that they were as naked as her upper body. Leaning forward, she offered me her breasts. This action had become something of a ritual between us. I pressed my lips to first one nipple and then the other of her magnificent bosoms, kissing them softly, reverently, lovingly. Then, opening my mouth around one, I flicked its standing nipple with the tip of my tongue, and Beth moaned. I imagined that, below, she was more than damp; she was probably drenched in the juices of her own succulent sex. She stroked my hair, as I suckled her breast, gorging myself upon her sensuality. After a few moments, she patted my shoulder. Reluctantly, I stood. She rose from her seat, a princess rising from her throne, and we returned, each of us, to our respective places of work, our lunch break over for another day. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ I suppose one could say that Beth is "playing hard to get," but that doesn't really explain her behavior. Her reluctance to "go all the way" cannot be attributed to either shyness or a "fear of commitment," either. Nor do I regard her as being a "tease." I think she makes me wait for another reason altogether. I think she is afraid. I think she's been hurt before. And badly. So badly that she never wants to be hurt that way again, by anyone—not that I would ever hurt her, or could. She knows that, I think, rationally. But she has to believe it, too; she has to feel it. Trust too easily won on one occasion is exceedingly difficult to extend to anyone else on later occasions. I had given her time. We had been lovers for months now, talking, holding hands, kissing, and, now, only lately, getting half-naked and caressing, face to face and breasts to breasts. We'd made progress. I could be patient. I could wait. I would give her all the time she needed, all the time in the world. I know something myself of the pain of rejection, of being judged, of being mocked and scorned. It isn't easy being a girl—or, at least, it's not as easy as some guys seem to think it is. Being "different" never is. Besides, Beth is worth the wait. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ My strategy—being patient and giving Beth the time she needed to develop trust in me—has paid off. Big time! "I'm ready, Gwen," she announced last night, as I was reading Beebo Brinker, a lesbian pulp fiction novel by Ann Bannon. Infamous in its time (but rather tame by today's standards), the novel, according to the blurb on its front cover, which features a full-color illustration of the protagonist herself wearing a blazer, a pencil skirt, and sensible heels, as she stands, looking gorgeous but forlorn, under a streetlamp on Gay Street, holding a ratty wicker suitcase, concerns "a lost, lonely, boyishly appealing" protagonist "who never knew what she wanted—until she came to Greenwich Village and found the love that smoulders in the shadows of the twilight world." Although outdated, its themes of loneliness, of isolation, of alienation, and of forbidden and tragic love still resonated with me, as they had with Beth, who recommended that I read the book. She'd found it in a second-hand bookstore, a few months ago. Reading it, she said, had been a life-changing event for her. I wouldn't characterize it in quite those terms, perhaps, but I could see why the novel had spoken so powerfully to Beth; in some ways, she was the modern-day equivalent of Beebo, only, unlike Beebo, Beth is totally femme, rather than butch, a "lipstick lesbian," in today's lesbian-sexist terms. It is I, who was never (or was never as) "lost" and "lonely" as either Beebo or Beth, but who am much more "boyishly appealing"--who am blatantly butch. "At least," she qualified, "I think I'm ready." I closed Beebo Brinker's quest of self-discovery upon the bookmark—a lavender ribbon decorated with a column of inverted pink triangles of diminishing sizes—and gave Beth my full and undivided attention. "Ready for what?" She looked embarrassed, or shy—or both. She averted her eyes. "You know." A blush made her apple cheeks glow. "You mean?" She nodded, glancing at me before looking back at her feet. Her blush deepened. I grinned. "That's fantastic, Beth! When?" "Tonight," she asserted. She hesitated. "Maybe." ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ I wanted to laugh, or chuckle, at least, but I dared not. Beth looked ridiculous. She wore a wide band of ribbon around her waist, tied in a huge, elaborate bow over her genitals. But she was baring more than her body—or most of it, anyway—she was baring her very soul. In offering herself to me—all of herself, without reservation—she was also making herself vulnerable. She was risking rejection, and rejection by someone for whom she cared deeply. Had I even smiled, she would have been devastated. Had I laughed, she would have been annihilated. "Like it?" She looked uncertain. "It's beautiful," I said. "You're beautiful!" She beamed—and looked at her toes. They were painted the same shade of pink as her fingernails—and her bow. "I thought I'd be your present," she declared. "I see," I said. "It's a costume as cute as it is clever." She blushed more deeply. "Really?" "Really." "I want you to unwrap me," she suggested. "All right." I wanted to rip the ribbon from her waist, but I would force myself to remove it carefully, with the reverence that Beth deserved. "And, then," she blurted, emboldened by my compliments, "I want to unwrap you." Now, I did smile. "But I'm not wearing a costume." "You're wearing clothes, though," she observed. "Come here, sweetie," I said, and Beth, wearing her ribbon, approached. I patted my knee. "Sit, darling Beth." She complied. Slowly, with deepest respect, I untied the bow. Unfastened, the ribbon fell apart, and I lifted the great looped knot away. I noticed that Beth was watching me intently, holding her breath, silent and motionless, awaiting my response to her unveiling. My eyes widened, and my mouth gaped, and I saw the look of fear in her eyes as panic spread across her beautiful face. She started to rise, but I caught her around the waist and hung on tightly. "No!" I told her. "Stay! Don't leave me!" Her resistance melted at my words, and she settled back into my lap, her head down, tears spilling from her eyes. "Don't you ever, ever leave me!" I commanded. I kissed her cheek. She turned away. I took her chin in my hand and turned her head back toward me. "I love you, Beth." "No," she murmured, as if such a feeling were impossible, "no, no, no, no." "Yes," I said, kissing her again and again, between each renewed affirmation, "yes, yes, yes, yes!" She sniffed. Her tears, for the moment, at least, had abated. "How could you love me?" she asked, "after I've lied to you?" "You never lied to me," I said. She wiped her eyes. Her nipples, I saw, were hard. She was probably chilly, rather than excited. She looked down, where the bow had been, at her exposed genitals. "That's not a lie?" "Why would it be?" "I misled you." "When?" "Always. Since the day we first met." "No you haven't." "I let you believe I'm a girl." "You are a girl," I told her. "You're a chick with a dick." "A t-girl isn't a real girl." "Who told you that?" "Everybody knows that," Beth asserted, but without blushing. She was beyond blushing now, it seemed, just as she was beyond tears. Perhaps she thought she was doomed to a life or rejections and believed that, sooner or later, I, too, would reject her, label her, judge her, condemn her. Instead, I kissed her again. "You're not only all girl," I assured her, "but you are gorgeous as well." She didn't answer, but she didn't turn away from me again, either, or look down, or blush, or frown. "Now, I've unwrapped my present," I told her. "Aren't you going to open yours?" Now, she blushed again, and deeply. She also smiled—no, make that grinned. Her fingers trembling, she unbuttoned my blouse, and I shrugged out of its short sleeves. She unhooked and removed my bra, and my breasts, freed, bounded into fullness, their nipples as stiff and swollen as Beth's own, albeit, in my case, with arousal, not cold. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and unzipped my fly. I stood, and she pulled the denim down my legs, exposing, in turn, my groin and hips, my thighs, my knees, my calves, and my ankles. I stepped out of the jeans, and she pitched them aside. I hadn't worn shoes, so, now, I was as naked as Beth, and she saw the thick, rigid cock that stood upright against my belly, above the small clump of testicles inside the tight, risen pouch of my scrotum. Her eyes were huge as she stared, open-mouthed, at my male genitals. "You're a transsexual!" I grinned. "We're both transsexuals," I agreed, "lesbian transsexuals." She said nothing, continuing only to stare. "I hope you don't think I deceived you?" I asked. She shook her head, and her wavy blonde hair bounced against her shoulders, her breasts jiggling. "No, I don't think so, not at all." "Neither have you deceived me," I declared. "You never said you were anyone or anything other than yourself, and that's more than enough for me." "Me, too," she said. And we made sweet love, again and again, all night long. Beth and I are the best presents we have ever unwrapped—or ever will. Unwrapping Candy I've asked, pleaded, even begged, to no avail. "I could never do anything like that. It violates everything I believe about marriage and love and everything. So stop asking, I'm not going to do it!" She had absolutely no interest in experimenting - no interest in threesomes, swapping, or anything other than one on one, and even that was just pretty straightforward intercourse. Oh, once in a while she'd mount me. Once in a while her legs would part for my mouth, rather than just for my fingers and prick. Mostly, pure vanilla. Don't get me wrong, though, I mean I like vanilla and all, but there are a lot of other flavors out there I'd like to try, too. Oh well. I was happily married, and really didn't need to squeeze the last bit of eroticism out of my marriage to be a complete man. A good wife, good friends - that's being adult, and it was OK with me. Candice was a wonderful wife. She was from a small town in backwater Alabama, about as southern as could be. As smart as could be, too - scholarships to good schools got her out of that small town. I met her in college, and courted her, and married her. She was still southern, though, full of grace and friendliness. All the good things you've read and heard of southern women are, in Candy's case anyway, all true. Although I knew I shouldn't, in the heat of passion, I couldn't help asking, again, "aren't you even curious about what it would be like to have sex with someone else again. . ." only to hear her say, again, ". . .no. . .this is enough for me. . ." Back last November we were in the middle of sex, and once again, my mind took me to places that she didn't want to go. I looked at her hair on the pillow, framing her head. At her face, with her eyes closed. At her body, alight with the glow of perspiration, and her mouth a little open, all attesting to her arousal. Her neck. Her breasts, moving now in response to my moving inside her. Her belly. Lower, at her hands on my hips, guiding me. And at me, my shaft, my rod, wet, exposing itself a little, then burying itself in her, again and again. I saw how she looked under me and thought about how she would look if she was in the same position, pressed into the same bed, but with a different body pushing on her, and into her, instead of mine. Stupid? Maybe, but what can I say? It's my favorite fantasy. I had been supporting myself with my arms beside her head. I reached down with one arm, and took her wrist, and moved her hand to above her head, and held it there, tightly. She responded! Oh, yeah! Her own motions against me became stronger, and she moved her other arm above her head. I took that wrist, too, and held her there, even more helpless, and felt myself grow even bigger, and felt her move even more against me, excited, almost panting. Her legs had been bent at the knees, providing a cradle for my body. They went straight now, stretching out on the bed, open, extended wide - she was helpless! And a lot more turned on than at anytime lately! Me too. Afterwards, as we lay there, she muttered "That was fantastic. You're a terrific lover." "You too." I returned the complement. And, she was! The next night, a Friday night, she initiated the sex. Early on, though, even in foreplay, she had extended her arms and legs, encouraging me to take control, to hold her helpless under me again. It didn't take me much encouragement, and it lead to a very short, strenuous and *very* exciting evening for both of us. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Saturday morning we were reluctant to get out of bed. We didn't start out looking for an encore, but rather just as two people enjoying cuddling, touching, being together. "You know, you're quite a lover these days", she said, snuggling close. "I really like what you've been doing." "Me too," I really liked it, too. "I like when you hold me helpless like that. . ." Well, it didn't start out as an encore, but that comment sure diverted some blood. "Like this?" I asked, moving over her, and pinning her to the bed. No foreplay this time - it wasn't needed for either of us. "When I'm like this," she muttered, once she was like that, "you could do anything to me. . . anything. I'm totally at your mercy" Mercy? Yeah, right. Well, I did what I was equipped to do at that moment. But I wasn't thinking about any mercy right then. Later, cuddling again, she reaffirmed what she said: "I love being helpless, totally under your control, when we make love like that." "Baby, when I hold you like that, I'm not making love. That's just straight fucking, pure lust," I told her. "Well, OK, maybe it is," she agreed, "but whatever it is, I love it. I feel like you could do anything to me, and I couldn't do anything about it. It's exciting. It's wonderful." I didn't respond except to agree that it was wonderful. I was thinking, though, thinking a lot. We had fallen into a three times a week sex schedule, usually Tuesdays and Thursdays, then again on the weekend. What had happened Friday was out of the ordinary, and so was the extended session on Saturday morning. I decided I wanted more. So, I did some prep work. "What are you up to?" she wanted to know, seeing me busy. "I'll show you later." That night, after the usual kissing and hugging and touching, I tugged at her nightgown, and she helped, lifting her legs and hips so I could pull at it, until finally, it was off. "Ooooh. You're really excited," she commented, noting that I was faster than usual in 'unwrapping my candy' - our phrase for getting her nude. "You better believe I am," I agreed, moving her toward the middle of the bed, and moving onto her, kneeling, my knees at her hips. "Mmmmm. Me too," she said, and I felt her trying to move me so she could spread her legs. Instead, I leaned over her, and took both her hands, and held them over her head. "Oh, I like this part" she said, trying harder to open her legs, trying to push my knees aside, trying to make me move. "Not time for that yet" - I wasn't giving her that freedom. Instead, holding her wrists with one hand, I reached toward the head of the bed, and found the Velcro strip I had put there earlier, fastened with a ribbon to the corner of the bed frame. Would she object? I leaned down to kiss her, and while doing that I released one of her wrists, and pushed the other, finally wrapping it with the Velcro. Still covering her mouth with mine, I repeated my actions, capturing her other wrist. Then I lifted my head, examining my handiwork. My wife,her arms extended toward the corners of the head of the bed, was held there, gently, but firmly. "What. . .?" she started to say. "Sshhh!" I interrupted her, lifting myself in a push-up position, moving my legs, she opened hers,allowing me between them. I leaned down, freeing one of my arms and used it to position myself and my cock, and I repeated my "Sshhh" as I pressed forward, against her, pushing, feeling resistance, "Don't resist, lady, and you won't get hurt", then that wonderful opening, and no resistance, just well lubricated sliding, and then her pelvis, pressing against mine, me in her, her around me, arms spread, legs spread, open, available, an eager sex receptacle and I was the plug. The electricity started flowing, let me tell you. There was percussion now, slapping, urgent slapping of our pelvises, our hips. We were like teenagers, kids, like a first sexual encounter - fast, rushing to completion. It wasn't like Candy to be noisy, but her grunts and moans were almost shouts tonight, matching mine in intensity, not keeping our ecstasy secret. After, laying there, panting, I looked at her. "Just a quickie, huh?" "Quick, (gasp) yes, (gasp) but long enough, and not 'just' anything," she said, wrapping me in her arms after I released the Velcro ties. "I love it. Can I have an encore later?" Could she ever! The question was, "Could I give her one"? I had a lot to do the next day, but found enough time to do some more work in the bedroom, too. We went out to dinner that evening, and started toward home about nine. "Encore time?" Candy asked me as we drove into the driveway. "Oh, absolutely!" She came out of the bathroom wearing a robe. "Take that off, and get on the bed" I commanded, indicating the bed, stripped of its covers. She did. This time I arranged fasteners on all four corners, and she watched as this arm and then that one, and this leg and then that one, were secured. And she watched as I took off my robe, too. "Oh, I see you're glad to see me," she noted. I looked at her, spread out, and changed my plan. No quickie tonight. Not this time. I straddled her, tilted her head to the side, let my tongue touch her ear. "That's exciting," she whispered. Neck. Throat. Breast, nibbling at nipples. Her body was twitching now. Navel. I slid lower, used my hands to spread her, saw her clit, blew on it. Hard/soft, hard/soft. She was making little noises now. When my tongue brushed it, the noises suddenly stopped, her body went rigid. Access was a little difficult from this direction, with my body between her legs. I changed direction, so I was facing her feet, making it so much easier for my mouth and tongue to work on her, and while I did that I felt her twist, her head reaching toward me. I made another move, so I was straddling her again, and I felt her mouth take me, while mine took her. It's hard - I guess "difficult" is a better word - to not ram deep into her mouth, since her hands couldn't control me. Still, I succeeded, being gentle enough, while feeling her push up against my mouth, and suck against my cock. There was no real intercourse that night, at least not technically. There were several orgasms, though, for both of us. "I loved that", Candy said, as we cuddled together under the covers, afterwards. "I love you being in control." I had, I thought, an unrestricted license. Then, when she asked "So. What are you going to do for an encore?" I knew I did. Candy was a lot freer now, with sex. We played with the restraints, but she liked being active, too. "You put them on" she suggested, "and let me lust all over you!" Did she ever! Baby oil, clothespins (ouch) and ice cubes, and sucking on my toes while riding my cock, offering me a view I had never seen before, of her ass and buttocks rising and falling, of my cock, stationary, being fucked, of the sensation of her mouth on my toes. . . Our sexual schedule was changing. No, we didn't use Velcro restraints all of the time - in fact most times we made love, as opposed to making lust. You people who have had committed relationships all know the difference, don't you? But nights for lust making were so exciting! I daydreamed about what I might do to her. Some of those dreams weren't very nice. Exciting, yes, but not nice! I wondered if I dared. Well, we already were doing things we'd certainly never considered before. I decided I'd keep moving along my depraved path until I met resistance. "Lust night tonight?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. I'd like that" I meet her as she left the bathroom, dressed for bed. I had removed the bed covers, that was how we started these lust nights now. They just got in the way. I helped her get her robe and nightgown off. She actually helped with the foot restraints, and then I did her arms. I introduced the next step. "Lift up your head." She did. I reached under the pillow, and brought out a sleep mask, and slipped it over her eyes. "Oh!" I teased her body, all over, unmercifully. There were touches here and there. She'd feel something touch her cheek. One time it would be a finger, another, my tongue, then my penis. She loved it all. "What's that noise?" "You'll find out soon enough." Then she felt a vibration on her belly, her legs. Her vulva. Her clitoris. . . . . . . . . .POW!!!!!! I don't think she ever had a more massive orgasm. It was wonderful to see and do. Fucking, strictly for my own pleasure now, was almost anticlimactic for her - she was spent! "You_are_an_*incredible*_lover," she said afterwards. "Talk about old dogs and new tricks - Wow!" "You ain't see nothing yet, baby," I told her. "When you're like that, you don't know what's happening. You don't even know if it's me doing it to you." That wasn't a question, it was more of a challenge, and I got the response I expected. "I'd always know it was you." The next lust night was the very next night. After the restraints were in place, and the blindfold, I took the next step. I put the radio on, to create background sounds. "Be right back," I said, and went to the bathroom. I opened a new aftershave, a different scent than what I usually wore. I came into the room again. "Fred, where were you? What are you doing?" I didn't answer. I did move onto the bed, between her legs, and did everything I could to be a different lover than the one she knew. A little bit rougher, a very different pace, different timing - everything I could think of. "Fred?" "Fred!" She was actually frightened - and much tighter than usual, but the pressure of a penis, and I guess her trust, and excitement, all worked together and she began to respond, her excitement eventually gave way to that characteristic shudder that announced her climax. "I knew it was you," she said when we recovered, "but the aftershave smell really confused me. I didn't think you'd actually do that, you know,. . . what you used to ask me to do,. . . with someone else,. . . but it was really something, laying there, wondering. . . You're a great lover, and an even better "luster", and a really, *really* bad man!" "You're right," I agreed, "especially about my being bad." "I can't wait until our next lust night. Maybe tonight?" "Maybe later tonight, I'm going to the basketball game with Henry." A frown - "Oh yeah. I forgot." "Oh, come on," I reminded her. Henry was a sensitive subject for some reason. "I know he tried to date you before you met me, and he's black, and your parents managed to instill prejudice into you, and all of that. But he's still my friend - our friend." A thought crossed my mind, not the first time. "You never DID go out with him, did you, back then?" "No, of course not, and I wish you wouldn't keep asking me that," she assured me. "I might have, eventually, but then you came along about the same time, and it was only you, Fred, after that, only you." At the game Henry responded to the same question the same way. "Hey, you beat me to her, Fred. I maynever forgive you for that, you know. She's one beautiful woman." "You dated lots of women, Henry. Do you run into problems being so dangerous looking, so dark?" "Nope. Not then, and not now. Look, Fred, people aren't kidding when they talk about 'tall, dark, and handsome'. I do pretty well, I'm a Alabama Law graduate, I'm fun to be around, you know that, too. Oh, right,and I'm modest, too! All the right stuff. If some woman can't get past me being black, hey, that's her loss, not mine. "You know," he continued, offering assurance, "Candy never accepted dates from other guys once you began dating her, that was that. A match made in heaven, for both of you I guess. I wonder, though, if she had ever had dated me, how she could ever have been satisfied with you. You know, if I ever got her into bed one time, you wouldn't have had a chance, buddy!" "Oh, I don't know, I think it worked out just right" I told him. "Besides, the Henry I knew back then wasn't looking for any kind of serious relationship. You were out for just one thing." "Yeah, those were in my trophy hunting days. I was looking for, uh. . ." "Go ahead, say it: you were hunting for new pieces of ass, weren't you?" "Yeah. Don't get mad now, Fred. She is a beautiful woman, and until you began dating her I wanted a taste of that honey pot real bad." "It never happened, though, huh?" I asked, again. "No, never did. . . .dammit." This conversation had gone exactly where I had hoped it would. I took a deep breath. "Uh, Henry, what if I told you. . ." And I told him a little about the games we were playing. And then I told him where I wanted them to go. "You must be out of your everlovin' mind, Fred! I'm serious! You've really lost it, man!" "Well, just think about it." "I repeat, you are out of your fucking mind!" "Go ahead, say what you want. But you still like screwing new women, you sure tell me enough about it. Hell, thinking about that is probably what started me thinking about all of this. Tell you what, though,if you're a real man, you'll be at Angels' Landing when I tell you to be, with your cell phone on." Angels' Landing is an upscale bar less than a mile from our house. "You are crazy!" was the last thing I heard, then he closed his car's door, and was gone. I had a thoughtful drive home. Thoughtful, lustful, looking for a rationalization, a justification, for what I wanted to do. I got home, still puzzling over the idea I was considering, only to find Candy waiting. "Come to bed, honey. I missed you, and want to make love to you tonight." Well,that was easy enough to agree to. Afterwards, holding each other, her head on my shoulder, she whispered "I like making love, and making lust, too. I really like the things you do to me. Want to make a lust date for tomorrow?" "Oh, you want more, do you?" "You know it. I like, no I love, or even lust after those things you've been doing to me. Is it a date?" "It's a date. I'll think of something really special." "Good." The first thing I did when I got to my office was to leave a message for Henry. "Tonight, be at the Landing around 9. Or miss out on the chance of a lifetime!" Make no mistake here. There was absolutely no justification for what I wanted to do - except that I wanted to do it! I wondered if he'd get the message. I wondered if he'd show up. I wondered if I'd have the nerve to do what I was considering. I wondered if I really WAS "out of my fucking mind".