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Three

By: Shalmaneser



"Fuck her." 

I startle, and look over at you, where the light from the neon in the bar brushes across your face, your so-intense face. "What?"

"You heard what I said-- that one, there. She's been looking at you all evening."

I look over, in the direction of your glance. The suddenly lowered glance and blush tell me who you meant. She's pretty enough in her way-- hair a shade or two darker than yours, longer. She shows skin, just enough to suggest she's not used to doing so. 

"Look at her tits."

I may never quite get used to you being that forward...I know I'll never mind... My eyes slide down her throat to the tanned tops of her breasts, pushed up slightly in the downward arch of her tank top. They are smaller than yours (How long has it been, I wonder, since you were the standard of all women for me), tanned more deeply. 

You curl up beside me, your lips tickling my ear as you whisper. "I bet you want to suck on them." Your hand strays under the table, rubbing. "She'll say yes, I know...call her over..."

I shiver, and start to ask "but..." but you cut me off with a sharp bite to my earlobe. 

I lift one hand, and wink, and gesture come-hither...

You sit in the back seat on the drive home, and I can always see your eyes in the rearview mirror. The woman sits beside me, leaning against me, my arm around her shoulders. You touch her hair once in a while...I know your fingers are elsewhere the rest of the time...your breathing is ragged for a second, then steadies. 

Three miles from home, and you lean forward, lips pressing to my left ear. "Stop being shy...touch her..." One of your (bold, lovely...) hands slides from the back seat, slipping one strap of her tank top down her shoulder.

I slide my hand forward, letting my hand slide down her skin, brushing my fingers over yours for a moment before gliding over her breast, feeling the nipple under my palm. I knead, feel the already firm flesh tense, perk....

We arrive home.

You pull a chair near the bed, and sit. She and I have explored what lies under our clothes, tasting skin, feeling the softness of her hair, the discovery of her shaved sex, the faint lines of tan on her. You have been almost content to observe, your kisses small and short on my mouth and hers...though your eyes glance toward mine as you kiss her once, then deepen the kiss, knowing I enjoy the sight. 

She and I move to the bed, and my shyness vanishes as I kneel and watch her slide down onto her hands and knees, taking my cock in her mouth, then look at you, see your eyes widen as you slide a pair of fingers inside yourself, see the look on your face, the flushing of your skin. 

Her mouth isn't as aggressive as yours, almost delicate somehow, slow...still, the rasping of her tongue is pleasant, and I can hear your moans off to the side. 

I remember your comment about tits, and slide out from between her lips...an action that makes you gasp, for some reason...

I press her gently back on the bed, kissing her mouth, which opens to mine, her tongue sliding with surprising boldness into my mouth. I feel her body under mine, the tip of my cock just brushing against her sex, and feel her hips writhing, pushing toward me. I slide downward, kissing over her throat, down to those softly swelling breasts. 

I hear you move as my lips encircle her nipple, already firm, hard as it enters my mouth and my tongue rasps over it. She moans, and I look up to see you silence her with your mouth, watching the motion of your jaws, throat, suggesting the dance of tongues. Your hand slides over her chest for a moment, then your fingers nestle in my hair, stroking.

Your kiss never stops as your eyes open, turn toward me, your fingers tugging my hair softly as they caress, pressing my mouth toward her breast. 

You break the kiss, and I see her mouth lift toward yours, wanting more of you. I know why.

You lift my mouth from her breast, sliding your tongue once around it yourself before slipping your tongue into my mouth, holding my face close to yours. You stare into my eyes and whisper again "Fuck her..."

My hips slide up, feeling the folds of her sex against the tip of my cock again, her hips bucking suddenly, then stilling, her thighs unfolding, rising along my sides as I enter her. I glance momentarily around for you, but you seem to have moved away, and I kiss her, her mouth moaning into mine. Her texture is somehow indescribably different from yours, and I plunge deep inside her, feeling her body arch as I do, nipples firm enough to feel even between the pressure of our bodies.

I feel the bed shift, as you kneel at the end of it, coming closer, almost timing your motions to the thrusts of my hips. I wonder why until I feel your hands at my hips, and the smooth thrust that slides the toy at your waist inside me. I cry out, feeling stretched by your thrust, pressing me inside her as well...

She looks confused, almost alarmed for a moment as my mouth leaves hers, then yours descends, and I feel her relax beneath me, her sex smoothly clenching my cock as your lips meet once more, inches away from my eyes. 

Your hands pull hers away from my back, fingers wrapping in hers and stretching her arms up toward the head of the bed as you begin to thrust, the toy sliding deep into me. 

Your and her eyes are closed, and I watch, close enough to hear the soft sounds of your mouths meeting, hungry on each other. I move, and am moved by you, your hips pressing me forward, letting me slide back, never ceasing your thrusts. 

Your lips do not lift from her mouth as she comes, and I hear her muffled cries even as her sex spasms, drawing my orgasm...the shudders of pleasure as my anus clenches and contracts around the toy almost painfully intense as I explode inside her, spurting. I hear your groan low in your throat, and know you have joined in the pleasure...

Near dawn, driving back, you and she share the passenger seat, teasing each other, too tired to do more. I am amazed I can drive, between the sweet exhaustion, and the soreness, and the flashes of images of the night...your face dipping between her thighs; my gaze meeting yours as we each suckled a nipple, fingers meeting as they played in her sex, myriad others...

Driving home, my eyes squinting in the morning light, your mouth lifts from my lap, murmuring a comment about my taste and hers mingled, tuck my cock back inside, then turn to rest on your back. I stroke your hair softly, too tired to speak. Your eyes meet mine, though, and we smile. 

Three



My wife introduced me to the spanking lifestyle. We met and were in the process of getting to know each other when one day she plopped herself on my lap. In response to my question about what she liked sexually, she replied, " Well, I like to be spanked. And I love to give blowjobs." What man could ask for more?

Spanking and corporal punishment was new territory for me. As, I assume, most people unfamiliar with the subject, I viewed spanking as a punishment for errant children and something kinky Englishmen asked their paid mistresses to do to them. Still, the idea didn't shock or repel me. I told her that I'd never known anyone who liked it, but I was willing to try to please her. I added that I was fairly certain I wouldn't like to BE spanked, however. She said she really didn't like to give them, so things should work out for us.

Over the next couple of weeks, I spanked her a few times. She assured me I did a good job. But I became curious to understand it. So one night I asked her to try spanking me. After only a few strokes, I stopped her, saying it didn't do anything for me, other than hurt. Still, her evident pleasure in having her ass turned red and sore intrigued me. I've always been interested in all forms of pleasure, and this was no different. She was always close to orgasm after a spanking, so it had to be pleasure to her.

Eventually, I learned. I was able to lay across her lap and feel the sting of a paddle on my ass, wielded strongly. After the initial displeasure I began to move 'inside the pain' and began to appreciate the new areas of my own consciousness it spoke to. I got an erection and actually asked for more when she stopped. After that, I was hooked, though not as strongly as she is. I wanted it infrequently, while she was always ready to bend over and have her ass punished. I still didn't totally understand the finer points of why it met the needs in her, but I had a little better idea of the pleasure response involved. My newfound pleasure also was a revelation to my wife. She found she did enjoy giving, as well as receiving.

Fast forward to almost a year after we were married. We had moved closer to each other and enjoyed total openness together. After she discovered that I am anal-erotic (just as she is), enjoying having my anus penetrated, stroked and licked, she was more than willing to give me that kind of attention. We both had our first anal sex experience together when she let me fuck her ass. So I bought dildoes that could, naturally, be used on either of us. Then I bought a strap on harness with a large dildo so she could get some semblance of how it feels to have a cock and to fuck somebody with it.

Now the present situation. We had discussed and fantasized about bringing others into our sexual life, but she was reluctant. I'm not sure, actually, how truly willing I would be to share her with another man, no matter how exciting the fantasy is. A big part of the problem would be finding a risk-free third person. These fantasies were strictly sexual and had never included any spanking factors. At least for me...

Her daughter, Lena, was out of town for a school function. Having Lena with us had severely limited our playtimes, since she (Lena), being young and inexperienced, viewed her mother's penchant for ass-tanning as a weird perversion. So we had been restricted to lunchtime spankings and other times when Lena was either at school or otherwise absent. So now that she was out of town for several days, we felt pretty liberated. Little did I know how much more liberated she felt than I did.

We were laying in bed after a round of sex and spanking. I had spanked her first, then submitted to the paddle as she wielded it. It occurred to me that she was especially vigorous in her punishment tonight, but just wrote it off to the release from our normal situation. Anyway, I was nursing my red ass while she attended to the hardon it had given me. She sucked and licked at it while pinching and pulling at my nipples (another newly discovered, and shared, pleasure for us). I merely lay back and reveled in the pleasure of it all. She began to talk between licks: "Okay. I want to try something new. First, you have to promise that you will do everything I tell you to."

"Well..." I began, but she gave my nipple a particularly vicious twist that sent a wave of pain and pleasure down my spine and into my crotch. "OW! Okay! Okay, I guess I can trust you. But you have to promise not to hurt me too bad, or ask me to do anything I really don't want to do."

"Oh, that's not a problem. I think this will be something you want to do, even if you won't admit it. But you promise? To do EVERYTHING I tell you?" I was thinking, 'How bad can it be?', so I promised. We'd done just about everything together anyway. She gave my dick a last hard suck, jumped off the bed, and left the room. A few minutes later she returned and set some things down on the nightstand. I saw a dishtowel, but it was wrapped around whatever else was there, hiding it from my view.

She had me close my eyes and she tied the dishtowel as a blindfold around my head. I began to get nervous, but I DID trust her, so I just lay there. Then she rolled me onto my belly. I felt her tie my hands together and then pull them up to tie them securely to something. I assumed it was the bottom of the headboard. She told me to raise my hips and shoved a couple of pillows under me, keeping my ass elevated. Then she tied my ankles, one at a time, to the lower corners of the bed. Reaching beneath me, she brought my genitals out from under me, so they were exposed and vulnerable. I didn't hear anything for a few minutes. It felt as if I was alone, so I assumed she had left the room again. I began to prepare myself for yet another spanking and, perhaps a dildo up my ass. 

When she came back, she bent down and kissed my cheek. "You okay so far?" she asked quietly. I assured her I was, but asked her to scratch my back just under the left shoulder blade. She did. Then I felt some oil poured in the middle of my back. She began to rub and massage it in. I told her she hadn't had to tie me up to massage me. I would have submitted to that willingly. She just chuckled, which sent a nervous thrill through me. I was expecting to have my ass paddled again, then probably fucked. I was eager for it all. My cock was hard again.

I felt the pressure of her kneeling between my thighs as she continued the massage. Hands kneaded my buttocks firmly, making them ache from the earlier spanking. They squeezed them and separated them, a finger trailing down the crack and across my anus. It sent a ripple of pleasure up my back. I rocked my hips up in response, letting her know it felt good. The finger returned and prodded at my hole again, this time entering slightly. I sighed and pushed my knees farther apart, but the ankle restraints would only allow me so much room.

The hands left me. Them I felt a coldness at my anus. It was a different lubricant -- Crisco, I assumed, since that has become our favorite for anal sex. The fingers pushed it into me and rubbed in and out, making sure I was well lubed. After more 'opening exercises' ( more fingers inserted simultaneously ), I felt a dildo being pressed against my now more relaxed opening. I tipped my hips up again to allow better access.  The tip entered, then withdrew. Entered again and went farther. After a few minutes of this, I felt it inside me completely. I was pretty sure which one she was using, and waited for the vibration to be turned on. But she didn't do it. The weight and presence between my legs lifted. The air currents told me she was moving around the bed. Then I felt the paddle being stroked across my ass.

It lifted and I didn't have to wait too long before I got the first sharp smack! I still jumped, even though I knew it was coming. It was followed by several more. The stinging, aggravated by the earlier thrashing, warmed me up quickly. I was stroked a few times with the paddle and with a hand, then paddled some more. After, maybe fifty swats, I began to get uncomfortable. The dildo up my ass and the spanking had become a sort of plateau beyond which a mere continuance would not increase. Then a hand grasped my cock and balls, still lying exposed, down between my thighs. I groaned as I felt a cord of some sort wrapped around the entire package at the base of my cock. It was pulled tight, but not painfully so. I felt the end of the cord passed up over my back and secured to the headboard. My wife asked me to tell her when it became too painful. When it pulled and hurt, I told her and she backed off to keep the tension, uncomfortable, but not hurtfully painful.

At this point, I felt something was odd and it gave me a chill. I'm not sure what it was, a sound, a wisp of an air current, or whatever. But I sensed another presence in the room, that we weren't alone. As my ordeal continued -- wiggling of the dildo, swats on my ass, tugging at the cord around my genitals -- I became fully convinced there was someone else in the room. It was weird. I didn't, couldn't, know who it was, that witnessing the most complete humiliation I'd ever experienced. I didn't voice my feeling. It made me uncomfortable, but it still, was a kind of thrill, knowing a stranger was in the room. When the dildo was activated, the vibrations traveled deep into my bowels. I couldn't stifle a groan and my hips moved involuntarily.

My hands were released, but the dildo was held firmly in place and the cord was kept taut. My wife bent to speak quietly, but audibly, in my ear, "Does it feel good, Honey?" I groaned and choked out a 'Yes.' I was unwilling to say more, to break the spell if it was only my imagination. She told me she was going to untie my ankles and have me turn over after a few more swats. The vibrator hummed in my ass as I felt the paddle descend repeatedly -- at least a hundred more times, and rapidly. It was an onslaught that made me become lost in the sensation. I stopped wondering who might be there, or what they might think. I grunted and finally groaned continuously. I felt my dick leaking fluid all over the pillows beneath me. The pain had become total pleasure. I just didn't care about humiliation or how I might appear. I was lost in the sensations inundating me totally.

Then the spanking stopped. The vibrator turned off and the dildo slid slowly out of my ass. The mist that had shrouded my mind during the last few minutes began to clear. My ankles were freed and I began to raise my hand to lift the blindfold. "NO!" my wife's voice commanded. "Not yet. I promise you'll have that off before we're done, but not yet. Now turn over." The tension on the cord around my genitals was relaxed, but the cord remained tied to me. I raised shakily off the pillows and felt them pulled off to the side. I flopped over to my back and immediately felt and smelled my wife straddle my head. Her juices were running down her thighs. She had enjoyed this as much as I did. The cord was passed over my chest and retied tautly. I wondered if the other woman (?) was as excited, and if I would get to taste her as well. I drove my tongue deep into my wife's cunt. The cord that bound my genitals was tugged to make them jump. That was when I felt the other person push my legs apart and kneel between them. A mouth engulfed the head of my cock.

"Okay," I said with as much sternness as I could muster, "Who is it? Take off the blindfold."

"You'll just have to wait to find out -- or maybe not." my wife laughed. Her legs pinned my arms so I couldn't have jerked the blindfold away if I'd tried. So I didn't try. Whoever was sucking my dick was experienced. The mouth covered it in gradually increasing lengths until I felt a nose poking my belly. The entire length of my dick was inside. I groaned again and sucked harder at the cunt that dripped over my face. My wife groaned into and wailed through an orgasm, her legs tightening against my ears, making it impossible for me to understand the words I heard then. Then I was coming -- hard! The sucking continued and I knew all my come had been swallowed, since I felt nothing running down or on my belly.

The mouth released my dick. My wife lifted herself off my face. All the pressure left the bed for a minute. Then I felt legs on either side of my head again. The scent of woman (Whew! I thought. 'I'm glad it IS a woman!' Though I'd been pretty sure it was.) reached my nostrils. She was seated facing the headboard. I craned my head up, tongue extended. It ran into a tangle of hair. My wife keeps herself shaved. This bushiness was novel, since it had been a long time since I'd had a hairy cunt in my mouth. I found my way to the center and began to suck at the labia. I felt hands (my wife's, I assumed, though I was beyond caring) begin to fondle and stroke my cock. My arms were not pinned down now, so I wrapped them around the woman's thighs and pulled her haunches tighter to my face. I drove my tongue deep and sucked at her clit. It was large and much easier to find than my wife's is, so I sucked it and vibrated my tongue against it. Moving one hand under her ass and into the crotch I was eating, I slipped two fingers inside and pressed forward to rub, trying to find her G-spot. I did and she gave a yelp and jumped. But she soon was back down against me for more. Again I stroked the spot and she hissed. When she came -- and it was only seconds -- she exuded a lot of juice. There must have been a quarter cup of thick, delicious, tangy honey that I sucked in. It ran down my chin and onto my neck.

As her orgasm subsided, she rolled to the side. My cock, meanwhile had begun to receive another blowjob. I pulled my wife up on top of me. The dominant / submissive roles had begun to slip and blur. I made no move to remove the blindfold, it seemed unimportant now, to see who was with us. It was enough to know my wife had accepted her, approved her. I told my wife to lick the juices from my chin and neck. I canted my hips and shoved my dick inside her. The feeling took her so deeply that she began licking and sucking her friend's juices from me. She kissed me and drove her tongue into my mouth. I fucked her hard. When I brought my hand down against her ass to deliver a sharp SMACK! of a swat, she jumped. Then I said, "Help me spank her." The friend began to spank her round ass as I held my wife's hands so she couldn't cover herself. She whimpered and ground her clit against me, bringing herself to orgasm quickly.

The blindfold took on a new significance -- at least in my mind. My wife might have felt self-conscious if I knew who we were fucking with, and now I really didn't care who it was. I hadn't come again yet, so when my wife stopped throbbing around my dick, I gently rolled her to the side. Then I sat up and finding the other woman, pulled her roughly under me. I lifted her legs to my shoulders and positioned my cock at her cunt. She was still slick and sticky with her come so there was no impedance when I shoved myself full-length into her. I moved my hips up and down, side to side as I fucked her. I sensed she didn't need a tender screwing right now, but a rough fucking. I pounded at her cunt. I reached up and felt her tits for the first time. They were larger than my wife's and the nipples prominent. I pinched at the hard nubs of the nipples and twisted with each thrust of my hips. I was rewarded with her gasping and whimpering.

 I lost myself in the fucking. I was aware at one point of my wife's hand reaching between us to feel my dick sliding in and out of her friend. Then she kissed me, biting my lip in the process. I released one nipple and tangled my fingers in my wife's hair. I kissed her roughly and repaid the nip by biting her lip even harder. She groaned and (she told me later) was surprised by another orgasm.

Then I released her and lay forward on the woman I was fucking. I kissed her, too as I approached my second orgasm. She shrieked into her own. That drove mine to the surface and I pounded her as hard as I've ever pounded any woman. I came and came and came! When the throbbing ended, I was totally exhausted. She panted as hard as I did and I gently stroked her tits and belly. I reached out to my wife and drew her face to mine to kiss her tenderly and nuzzle her ear.

We gradually regained our breath. As I reached up to remove the blindfold, a hand stopped me. "No. Please leave it on, Honey," my wife asked. "Just a minute more." There was motion and sounds of feet on the floor. I knew then that I'd probably never know who had joined us. I've asked my wife many times. She won't say. We haven't repeated the scene, but it has provided much incentive in our private sexual activity. A brief reference to that day will always escalate the level of heat for either of us and we'll fuck longer and harder than ever. Whenever we are around other women, our friends, I have to wonder, 'Is that the one? Or that one?' None of them has ever betrayed by a word, a look, or a smile that they might, indeed, be the one that shared our bed. Maybe someday my wife will tell me. For now, it is fun to imagine who it might have been...



Three



In my day-to-day life, I am the facilitator in my home. I am the person who makes things happen. I get my child to school. I do the grocery shopping. I plan the vacations, the date nights and the get together with friends. I "Mommy blog" my heart out. I cook the meals, wash the clothes, scoop the dog shit from the yard, paint the fence and build and maintain the gardens. I volunteer for local charity organizations. I organize my fellow parents in our community. My list of responsibilities goes on and on. I do quality work without complaint — and I do it all pro bono. This means I'm in high demand and my days are scheduled out to the minute. I am also usually the first person up and the last person asleep.

So, it doesn't seem like a leap to me that after a while, I'd want something that was just mine. Something outside of the home I've worked hard for and love, but still refer to as my cage. I want to be in charge of my own destiny, wake up when my body wakes up and not do anything for anyone else. It's why every once in a while I plan a trip, just for me, to some exciting North American location. 

When I started taking me-only vacations, it was usually a girls' spa weekend somewhere with a close friend. Sometimes it was me alone in a city like New York or Los Angeles. But lately, each summer, I return to the same summer time location on the off chance that I'll be able to get together with Lover. 

Our usual meet up place is an extremely accessible coastal city with lots of beaches and privacy. No one we know lives there, but it is close enough to a major city that is convenient with Lover's work travel. 

My life changes during our time there. I sleep in. I read books. I walk around our cottage naked. He cooks for me. We make love. I watch TV that's not animated. There's nothing to clean. There's no one to look after. No one makes any real demands on my time, and I can pretty much do whatever I want. It is, after all, vacation.

Lover is an amazing man. He's brilliant and observant. He's an artist that isn't partial to sentimentality. He likes to tell me when I'm acting like too much of a girl. He also likes to impart pieces of knowledge about life and does his best not to be patronizing. Since he's a decade and a half older than I am, I do my best not to take offense at his sometimes biased suggestions. I never comment on his life, mostly because he never asks. But I always feel like I'm asking him questions about my life and its meaning.

Lover enjoys my amusing quirks, but even more so, he loves pushing my buttons. He likes watching me come out of my shell and do things that I, in my every day life, would never, ever consider doing. 

This was one of those mornings. I woke up, not to the expected snobby coffee and pastries (an added bonus to vacationing with someone who's French), but to a small note safety pinned to my panties. It read: "Ma petite chat, I've gone to the nude beach. See you there."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I shout while unpinning the note. This is part of our relationship. He tells me to do something, and as long as it's within reason, I am expected to fulfill his request. He knows that because I'm so in charge of my every day life, I like to be a little submissive from time to time, and only with him.

But up until this point my exhibitionist tendencies have been solely kept to the Internet. I would refer to them as baby steps. Mostly because at home, I can control the lighting and the photo taking, but having a beach full of people see my every stretch mark, every roll of flab and every poorly trimmed pubic hair made me extraordinarily self-conscious. 

The idea of a nude beach is supposed to be natural and freeing, like breastfeeding. It's not sexual to see a woman's naked breast in action-- it's just her feeding her baby. Nude beaches were the same, supposedly. People enjoying the sun on their bodies in the bathing suits that nature provided. It's supposed to be non-sexual, even with people exhibiting their sexual parts.

So why did the Puritan in me think that the beach was going to be riddled with masturbators and beautiful female porn stars who perform sex acts for them? 

I sighed and got into the shower. I washed and conditioned my long, blonde hair. I shaved everywhere possible (twice, just to be sure). I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I was in that shower a really, really long time. So long that I knew I was in trouble when the cottage phone rang. I turned off the water and listened to the message, "Get your ass down here and stop stalling." It was Lover, and not surprisingly, he was impatient.

"Fuck."

I wore a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. My mesh swim bag hung over my shoulder. It contained: a large towel, a book to read, bottled water, some fruit and sunblock. I wore my bathing suit underneath my clothes, which I knew I'd be in trouble for. When I had all of my stuff together, I climbed onto my bike and road to the beach a mile and a half down the way. 

I followed the clearly marked signs leading me to the secluded Clothing Optional Beach. When I got to the bike rack, it was close to 10:30 a.m. It was a Friday, so there weren't too many weekend people there, yet, but I did notice that most of the beach was made up of either attractive, young men in their 20's or extremely overweight men in their 40's. 

"They must be waiting for the porn stars," I mumbled clipping the U-Bar around my bike. I looked around the beach for a while before I saw that Lover had a primo spot. He was far up the beach half under a large tree, which was losing its shade as the sun rose higher. It also was far enough way from other beach goers, so that we weren't on top of anyone.

I walked toward the water and got my feet wet. It was late summer, and the water was starting to chill. It might be feel better as the sun gets hotter, I thought.

When I reached Lover, he was lying on his back on a large, blue striped beach towel reading, "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance."

"How nice of you to join me," he said. "I almost thought you weren't going to show." I don't think he looked up from his book, but with his sunglasses on, I couldn't tell.

"Are you annoyed?" I asked as I threw my bag on the sand and laid out my towel next to his. 

"Not yet," he answered very nonchalantly.

I pulled off my cut offs and my tank top, shoved them into my bag and laid down on my stomach with my Carl Hiaasen book in hand. I knew he was staring at my very conservative red tankini with disappointment.

"Ah-hem," he said.

"What?"

"Lose the suit."

"Clothing OPTIONAL, Lover," I said smiling. 

He grumbled. "You have to give me something. Did you notice it's all men here? I got hit on twice."

"Only twice?" I teased finally understanding his mood. I looked around. My god, they were all gay. Good for them, I thought. "You know, there was a time in your life when you would have welcomed their attention," I reminded him. 

Lover opened his mouth and half closed his eyes conceding the point. "Regardless of my past liaisons, ma biche, please give me something besides the water to look at." 

I sighed, put my book down and sat up. "Are you watching me or reading your book?"

He took off the sunglasses and squinted in the bright sun. I put my fingers underneath the long top and pulled it over my head. My bare back was facing the rest of the beach, but Lover was staring at my chest. "We should put lotion on those right away. It's not an area we want to get burned." 

I shook my head a little, amused with his giddiness, and passed him the lotion. "Here, you do the honors," I said lying down on my back. 

Having a partner apply sunblock can go one of two ways. Either it's nonchalant and fast and goopy because he's not paying attention or it's cruel foreplay. With Lover, it's always the latter. He squirted the lotion in little dabs around my breasts. By the time he was done, my breasts looked like flowers. 

"Turn your head and look at everyone else," Lover commanded. I look. No one in particular is looking our way. While I watched a man 20 yards away do a sloppy sunblock job for his boy friend, Lover licked the center of my right nipple. 

"We're in public."

"That's the turn on isn't it?" he asked while putting his hand over my breast and gently and slowly rubbing the lotion in first to my left breast then to my right, followed by my shoulders, chest and stomach. He made several unnecessary passes over the top of my breasts turning the moments into lubricated nipple play fests. I can't help but breathe harder and push my hips up. 

He kissed me on my lips. "Do you want more?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied. I was all worked up.

"Good Girl," he kissed me again before pulling himself up on his knees. His erection was just beginning to form as he hooked his thumbs into my suit bottoms and pulled them over my hips and down my legs. 

"Turn onto your side facing the beach," he said. Obediently, I rotated so that I was looking at all of the men on the beach. "Touch your breasts."

Lover made a line of sunblock from my ankle up my leg, over my hip and up my side. As his hands rubbed the lotion into me, I teased my nipples until they were standing at full attention. That's when I noticed someone watching. He was one of the overweight 40 year olds with a receding hairline. He was standing at the water holding the hand of a woman when he spotted me. And now that I had an audience member, I stiffened. 

"You can stop touching yourself, if you want," Lover said. "Just keep his eye contact." Lover never misses anything. He's the only man I know who sees all of the details without losing sight of the big picture.

I kept looking at the man as Lover laid down behind me and inserted a couple fingers into my vagina. "Pretend it's me fucking you from behind."

I was pretty sure no one could see what Lover was doing, given that we were at the very end of the beach and all the action was behind my back, but the naughty feeling of knowing that I was getting off while this normal, every day guy watched was exhilarating. I came quickly and rolled onto my back to kiss Lover, but he had already moved on. 

"I'm going to go in the water," he said. "I want you to lie, legs wide open the whole time I'm gone, so if anyone walks by they can see how swollen and wet you are." 

"Can I at least put more sunblock on?"

"Of course."

So, off he went with his pseudo hard on into the cool water. I went to work applying sunblock everywhere it could be rubbed that Lover might have missed. Outside of my legs and arms, the core part of my body hand never been exposed to sunlight. I'm pretty sure that as I was putting the lotion on my lily, white ass that I blinded a few of the beachgoers down the way. 

After I was done, I did take notice that the beach was starting to get more full. It wasn't unusual that people had taken off from work in the morning and driven out of the city for a weekend at the beach. I just wasn't usually at this beach when it happened.

Folks came to the nude beach from all walks of life. There were men and women of all nationalities and, from what I could tell by the hand holding, all sexualities. And none of the visitors looked like porn stars. They were all shapes and sizes and ages, but the one precursor was that if you weren't with a partner, you were apparently fresh meat.

It made me happy that Lover's towel was next to me. It indicated that I wasn't alone. Or so I thought. But 10 minutes later, it happened. 

"I tried that once," a quiet voice said. 

"Excuse me?" I asked looking up from my book.

"I brought another towel and a book and laid it next to me thinking the vultures would stay away, but they caught on," the voice answered. It was a man, in his early 30's, like me, spreading out a blanket. He had a slight southern drawl to his words like he once lived in Texas or Georgia. He looked like a cowboy; all that was missing was the hat.

"No, my b—" I stopped suddenly. I had never called him my boyfriend before. A 48- year-old man isn't a boyfriend, is he? Partner? That sounds like we're in business together or like we're in a bad western. Crap. What was he? 

"You have beautiful breasts," Cowboy said. "Amazing really." The man removed his shorts and his t-shirt revealing a smooth, tan body. Unlike my farmer-tanned body, it was obvious that Cowboy wasn't new to nude beaches. 

"Thanks," I said. 

"Right," he answered putting on his headphones. 

I looked to the water. Lover was nowhere to be seen. "Great," I said under my breath. "Wonderful."

I kept my nose in my book and turned over onto my belly, still with my legs parted. I read a few chapters and then drifted off to a semi-sleep.

"You're getting red," Cowboy said. He was kneeling next to me on my towel. "I'll put some of this on your back for you, if you'll put some on mine."

"I, um, I, um—"

"Sweetheart, it's just your back. I promise I'll be a gentleman," Cowboy said while flashing me a grin of completely straight and white teeth. 

"Fine," I finally answered. I should have known better, because rather than give me the gloppy, sloppy mess, he massaged me like a pro. "You're pretty good with that lotion," I purred. 

"Occupational hazard of a former masseuse," he answered. "My turn." 

I sat up and moved up on my towel, so he could sit between my legs. I put the sunblock in my hand and tried to do an adequate job of sunblock coverage. When I was done, I handed him back the bottle. "Thank you," I said. 

"I'm Doug," he said flashing me another smile. 

"Hi Doug. I'm Jane," I answered. 

"Nice to meet you," he said shaking my hand. Like Lover he looked me straight in the eye rather than directly at my breasts when he talked. "You on vacation alone, Jane?" He asked. 

"No, I'm with," I looked out over the water again, "my incredible disappearing significant other," I answered. 

"Well, if you're going to insist he exists, he's crazy dumb to leave you alone on this beach," he answered. 

"I can take care of myself," I answered matter-of-factly.

"I'm sure you can, but if you need a stand-in boyfriend, I'm just a few feet away, okay? And don't fall asleep again. I worry about your skin."

Cowboy stood as he said this, his nearly hairless penis, which had hung between his legs when he approached, seemed a bit more perky than it was before. Seeing it made me suddenly want sex. 

Lover was still nowhere to be seen, but Cowboy made it known that he was staring at only me. He'd pretend to read his book, body pointed in my direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me. He'd look at my legs and my long hair down my back. I bent a leg and he tilted his head. He paid so much attention to me that I went from being simply turned on to ready to go. I rolled over on my side so I faced him. It was still under the pretense that I was reading my book. 

When I looked up, his eyes were on my pussy. It had been worth spending so much time shaving that morning. I reached a funny part of the book, and started laughing. While rolling onto my back I opened my legs wide, in case Lover was still out there watching me. 

And then "absent-mindedly," in the heat of my attraction, I moved my right hand, which had rested on my hip, and slid it to my clit. To me, it was an act of comfort. To Cowboy, it was an open invitation.

He stood up and walked toward the water. Then he turned around and watched me as my hand moved ever so slowly in clockwise circles. 

"Jane?" Cowboy asked.

I stopped playing and sat up, "Yes?"

"Come swimming with me," he said.

"It's too cold for me," I answered. "But it might be a good idea if you went and cooled off."

"Why?"

At that moment, Lover came out of the water. He eyed the younger man and said, "She causing you any trouble?" Lover was at least five inches taller than Cowboy.

Cowboy looked at me. "This the boyfriend?"

"Yup," I answered. 

Lover's eyes moved between Cowboy and me.

"It was nice to meet you, Jane," Cowboy finally said before turning and getting into the water.

"Jane?" Lover asked raising his eyebrows. "You don't look anything like a Jane." He smirked a little, but then his face turned pseudo serious. "I can't leave you alone, can I?"

"Where the hell were you?" I inquired. "You've been gone for like an hour."

"Watching you from down the way," he said emotionless. "Get your stuff. I've seen enough." 

I'd never seen him react this way. "Wait, are you mad?" I asked pulling my cutoffs on.

"Why would I be mad?" he said quietly, shaking out his towel. Lover didn't make eye contact with me. It wasn't a good sign.

"You were jealous?"

"That's just ridiculous," he muttered stuffing everything in his bag. "Are you ready?"

I stood with my bag over my shoulder wearing only my cut offs. "Yup."

"You're going to walk out of here topless?" he asked in disbelief.

I moved closer to him. "I'll put my shirt on in a minute, if you want me to, but he's watching us."

"What does that mean?"

I looked around. No one was watching us, but the beach was full. 

"Turn me toward him. Play with my breasts. Make me shiver and shake," I said. "Then I'll walk back to the bike topless holding your hand. Hell, if you want, I'll bike back to the cottage topless, just as long as it brings an end to your mental, mid-life crisis."

And for once, Lover did what I asked of him.



Three



I came home late and as I expected you were already asleep. I stopped at the door to our bedroom and watched you peacefully sleeping, your chest rising slowly. You looked so happy. It was a hot night, you had pushed the covers down to your waist, and your powerful manly chest was lit by the soft streetlight diffusing through the curtains.

I slipped my clothes off and sneaked over to the bed with my beasts bare. I lay down next to you and ran my hand over you chest. You moaned softly in your sleep, and smiled. I snuggled close to you and kissed you shoulder, my hand softly stroking your belly and chest. I started to notice a little stirring under the sheets. Were you having a nice dream? I pushed back the sheets - I always enjoy watching your cock fill in. Watching you get an erection is almost more exciting than seeing you have an erection. Your cock was soft and relaxed, starting to grow in length. It flopped on to your belly and started to fill in even more. I wondered what you were dreaming about. I softly touched the underside of your cock and tickled it lightly with my fingernails. You thickened even more and stated to stand up. I gave your head a little squeeze and felt your cock stiffen under my hand. What a beautiful cock you had - full and long with a thick smooth head.

I leant over and looked at your hard cock closer. I slowly leant in closer and licked the head - it twitched, I giggled. I got up on my knees next to you and took your beautiful cock head totally in my mouth and sucked slightly, letting my lips slide over your head as I pulled off. I spat on your head and slowly started to stroke my hand up and down over your head and shaft. You started mumbling on your sleep - I couldn't understand what you were saying. I pumped you cock faster and faster.

"Oh Kirsten." you said.

'Kirsten! Who the fuck was Kirsten?' Here I was giving him a hand job and he's fantasizing about some other chick. I didn't have a moment to think about it before he pushed his legs back against the mattress and shot a great glob of come up in the air. 

'Wow! That was a huge shot.' I thought.

"Ahh, aaah." you groaned as you came again and again. There was come all over my hand and your belly. I had got a shot of thick come in my hair.

Your eyes flick and I can see that you are waking up.

"Honey?"

"Hi babe. Sorry i woke you up."

"That's okay - a very nice way to be woken up."

"Were you having a nice dream?"

"Yeah I was, thanks to your efforts no doubt."

"No, you got a hard on from the dream - that's why I jerked you. Who is Kirsten?"

"Kirsten?"

"Yeah - you thought she was stroking your cock when I was."

"I don't know, Kirsten Dunst maybe."

I got you and wiped the come off my hands on a towel and out of my hair.

After a moment asked. "So was I there as well?"

"What honey?"

"In your dream where Kirsten was sucking you cock, was I there as well?"

You waited a little moment and then replied with a smile "Yeah, you were there too."

"And what was I doing?"

"You were getting pounded by Kirsten's husband, Horace."

"Horace - did you just make that name up?"

"Maybe. I was watching you as Horace shoved his big prick in your pussy. Your tits jiggled with each thrust, and then you turned to watch as Kirsten slurped my pole. Do you like watching Kirsten sucking my dick?"

"Yeah I do like that, especially while Horace shoves is hard cock deep inside me."

"You like that? Cool."

*******

The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen bench sipping orange juice and reading the newspaper when you came in. You were freshly washed and smelled sweetly of cologne, your suit was neatly pressed. You came over and kissed my neck just below my ear. That always gives me shivers, I love that.

"Morning honey." you say.

"Hello, love."

You go over to the counter and pour yourself a cup of coffee. You have your back to me and you ask "Would you like to have a threesome?"

"What was that?" I couldn't believe that you could ask something like that so calmly while you stir sugar into your coffee.

"You seemed excited about the idea of group sex last night."

"I thought we were just dirty talking."

"Well now I am asking you, hypothetically."

"I don't know." what we had talked about last night was wife swapping, not a threesome. That was still couple sex, it was adulterous, and very risqué, but threesome suggested homosexuality as well as infidelity. Not that I felt comfortable with wife swapping either. I am too jealous for that.

A friend told me that a threesome is always going to drive a wedge in a relationship due to envy of the attention that the other girl gets, no matter how small that attention may be. I had played around with a couple of girls at college. One I had made out with for a while when I was drunk at a party. The other had squeezed my tits and touched my pussy when I was feeling very confused and vulnerable. It had felt nice at the time, but I felt dirty afterwards and decided that I was a confirmed heterosexual.

Another argument is that if you were thinking about it, maybe I would lose you if I don't do it. It sounded quite fun, maybe.

"I'll have to think about it."

*******

Later that night, while you were brushing your teeth I walked into the bathroom wearing a satin negligé.

"Okay, I'll do it." I said.

"What?"

"The threesome, honey. I'll do it, for you."

"Oh I knew what you were talking about. I have been thinking about it all day. I didn't think that you would, but thank you, love." You rushed at me and kissed me passionately on the lips, smearing toothpaste all over my face. You picked me up and spun around laughing.

"I promise you are not going to regret this!" you say and put me down. "Just give me a few days to get things organized."

*******

The night of the even has arrived! I have been replaying the events of the last few days over in my mind. You and I are sitting on the sofa sipping wine while we wait for our partner to arrive. I am slightly terrified, but will not show it. But I am excited as well, like a girl on prom night. I am wearing a soft thin dress with a long skirt, I am not wearing panties. I spent yesterday at the beauticians and was waxed all over - legs, underarms, Brazilian. I know that you have shaved all of your pubes off and clipped the hair in your ass crack. Your chest as always is waxed and beautiful. You are wearing a simple white shirt and black jeans. I look over at you and I am filled with a feeling of love for you. I know that you are the only person for me, that I want to make you happy, that i would do anything for you.

"I love you." I say "I really love you baby."

You get up, come over to me, and kiss me firmly. You taste of wine.

"I love you too, honey. You don't know how much this means to me."

"I want you to be happy."

"I am." you smile sweetly, then go over to check on the fire.

Soon there is a knock on the door. My chest tightens up, I am full of thrilled anticipation. My breath comes short and hard. I stand up, feeling everything as if my skin has been accentuated somehow. I feel the cloth of the sofa under my palm, I feel the cold table as i put my wine down, I feel my dress sticking to me where my juices had overflowed. Good God, I am excited. I take a deep breath and walk slowly towards the door. You are already there and slowly the door opens to reveal, a man. A tall, dark haired, smooth chinned, beautiful man. He smiles and shows rows of fabulous teeth, his thick shoulders rise as he takes a breath. I am stunned for a moment.

"Baby, this is Julian."

"Hello Julian, welcome."

"Hello madam, thank you for inviting me."

He walked past me and into the living room.

I grabbed you as you walk by.

"I thought we were getting a girl." I say to you.

You look shocked for a moment.

"I never said we were getting a girl."

"You never said we were getting a man either."

"I know, it was a surprise. Come on in honey."

We walk back into the living room where Julian has poured himself a glass of brandy. He smiled his beautiful smile again and I was glad he was here. Such a calming man, he had an aura of peace.

We all just stood there for a moment, Julian drinking his brandy is smooth sips.

I cleared my throat. "Ah, Julian. I hope you don't mind me asking. But are you healthy?"

He looked confused.

"I mean, are you clean? Have you been tested... for AIDS that is."

"Oh certainly, yes, my dear. I am always very careful, and I had a test just a week ago. I have showed the results to your handsome man over there."

You nodded to show that it was true.

I cleared my throat again. "Okay, good." After a moment's pause I walked over to where my drink was, picked it up and took a drink.

Julian stepped closer to me.

"You seem tense, my dear." he said as he took my hand.

I giggled.

"Please, sit down." He led me to the sofa and made me sit, then sat behind me. His crotch pressed against my bum. He started to massage my shoulders. Good Lord that was good, i could feel myself melting away under him. After a few moments I turned my head to kiss his hand. He stopped massaging, but did not pull away. I turned a little more and kissed his arm. Then turned around completely, I looked him right in the eyes, put my arms over his shoulders, and then leant in for a kiss. I kissed him hard right on the lips and he returned my pressure and seemed urgent.

I stopped and lay against his chest.

"I think I am going to like this." I said.

I stood up and started undoing his buttons. Soon his shirt was open and his powerful chest was exposed. I run my hands over the smooth surface. I turn around and find you drinking your wine watching this scene with delight. I invite you to come over and sit next to Julian.

While you are sitting down and taking your shirt off i start undoing Julian's belt and fly. I haven't seen cock other than yours for years. I am excited about what I am going to find, is it going to be big, is it going to be uncut, will it be veiny? I can feel his hardening cock under my hand through his pants. I look him in the eyes and he lifts his hips to allow me to slip his pants down. His mighty cock springs forth. Wow! It is huge! God, what a fucking beautiful cock.

Meanwhile you have undone your pants as well, I move over to help you pull yours down too. Your pole sticks right out - your excitement is evident. Then I am presented with two beautiful men totally naked sitting next to each other on my sofa. What to do? 

I kneel in front of both of you and while looking you right in the eye I lean in and lick slowly up the underside of Julian's cock. Julian sighs in satisfaction, but you look amazed. Your eyes are bulging, you look like you are about to drool.

I watch Julian's face as I slowly take his whole head in my mouth. I suck delicately and softly, slowly taking more and more of his long, thick shaft into my mouth. I stopping sucking Julian's dick, but keep hold of it with my right hand, softly stroking my thumb across the wet head. I start sucking your dick, you moan and sigh happily. I go back and forth a couple of times, holding each dick in a hand, jerking the one I am not sucking, slurping the head of the other like a lollipop.

Slowly I become aware of a strange sound, a slurping, smacking, but not from me sucking cocks. I look up and suddenly jump up in surprise and shock. You and Julian are kissing.

"What's going on?" I shout.

"What, honey. I thought you wanted to have a threesome?"

"I did, but I didn't realize, that you wanted to be with a man."

"I have always been curious. I had a few fumbled attempts before we met. I want to explore things further."

"You could have told me about this. I thought you were talking me into fucking a girl in front of you, and I now find out you want to fuck a guy in front of me. You could have told me."

"Maybe, honey. I just left things vague - i didn't know how you would react. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. You haven't been fucking guys at the gym or anything have you?"

"No, I found Julian on line and have met him a few times to make sure he isn't psycho. but we haven't done anything."

"And you are bisexual?" I asked Julian.

"No, I'm gay. But for the record, honey, you kiss and suck as good as any guy."

"Well what do I do now?" I ask.

"Keep doing what you were, it was fabulous."

So I bend my neck to slowly engulf Julian's cock head in my mouth. I make you and him roll towards each other so your cocks touch and I can move smoothly from each cock to the other. You both moan and sigh as I lick and suck you. Soon you put a hand down on my chin and I look up at you. You make me stand and you and Julian stand as well. You softly push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and my dress slips down off my body revealing my breasts, my belly, my bum, my pussy. I stand bravely exposed. You step up to me and kiss me, strongly and powerfully. I hold you and kiss you, then Julian steps up behind you and starts kissing your neck and shoulders, he kneads your bum with his big hands.

After a moment you turn around so that I am kissing your back and your are kissing Julian on the lips. I slide a hand down your back and over your bum, I squeeze and massage your fabulous buttocks. Then I slowly slip a finger between your butt cheeks, exploring your crack. I slide all the way down to your balls, then back up. Your bare ass feels wonderful, smooth and sexy. I love it. Slowly you kneel down in front of Julian, first kissing his chest, then his nipples, his belly. Finally you are presented with Julian's big cock right in front of your face. I get down next to you.

"Have you ever sucked a cock, honey?"

"No, I haven't love."

"Do you want me to help you."

"Thank you , I'll try on my own."

I sit back and watch amazed as my husband kisses a big smooth cock head, then licks it, then opens his mouth and takes it all in. 

"God, that is a beautiful sight." I say.

You are really getting into it now, sucking and taking great lengths of his powerful shaft into your mouth. You swirl your tongue over his head, and suck hard on his tip. Julian is obviously enjoying what is going on. He throws his head around in delight and ecstasy. He turns to me and gives me a wink.

I go to your side and ask you to lie down. You are a little surprised and confused but do it. I kneel by your hip and lean over to start sucking your cock, which is oozing great amounts of pre-come. Julian straddles your chest and presents you with his throbbing dick. You eagerly restart suckling on his meat. I look up form what I am doing to you and see Julian's muscular buttocks moving back and forth as he plunges into your mouth.

After a little while I stop sucking you and come to where I can watch you servicing Julian. It is still an incredible sight for me. It excites me more than I thought it would. I get in close and whisper in your ear.

"I want you to fuck me."

You let go of Julian and look me in the eye. I nod to show that I am serious. You ask Julian to get off you and you quickly move me over to the sofa. You start off kissing me, then move down to suckle my breasts. Julian looks on - fascinated. I love it when you suck my tits. My whole body tingles. You move lower and spread my legs. You observe my bare pussy for a while, spread my lips, then move in to lick me. You are such a good pussy licker. Your tongue slips around my folds and dips into my juicy love tunnel, then dances over my sensitive clit. You flick my clit with your tongue, then suck on it hard, taking it into your mouth, even biting on it a little. I squeal in delight of the exquisite sensations. You then move up and kneel on the sofa, your engorged cock pointing right at my ready pussy. You smoothly move into me and I arch my back, surprised at how sensitive I am.

'God, I like this threesome thing.' I think.

You thrust deep inside me and press against me, squeezing my clit between us.

"God, baby. I love this, you are so sexy. Fuck me baby! I have never been this horny."

You thrust into me again and again, faster and faster. I twist and writhe in pleasure. Suddenly you stop, I look up to find out why. Julian has put a condom on his huge cock and is holding you ass still so he can pour lube over you ass.

"Oh, baby. Are you about to get fucked in the ass?" I ask you.

"I think so baby. I'm excited."

"I am too, love. Stay inside me. I want to feel you cock as he enters you."

"Oh, baby. He has put a finger in me. He is moving it in and out. It feels so good. He is swirling his finger around inside my ass, stretching it. Ah! He put another finger in my ass. He has two fingers in me. Ohh, argh, oh yeah."

You lie against me and breathe deeply.

"You are going to have to take more my love." I tell you "His cock is so huge, he will have to fit three fingers in you easily for you to be ready."

"Oh I love you talking like this baby."

"Just keep telling me what it feels like having your ass fingered."

"He has both fingers deep inside me. He is twisting them and spreading them. Oh, GOD!! His cock head is against my ass hole. He is right there, I can feel it pulsing and twitching. He is pushing, pushing harder. I God I am never going to fit this cock in my ass. Ah, ah, ah, oh, baby, hold me."

I squeeze you tight with my arms and legs and kiss your ear.

"Just breath baby, you are doing so well. We are going to take this cock and then you are going to be fucked."

I could see Julian over you shoulder now. I give him a wink and he smiles.

"Arghh!" you grunt "He's popped in. Oh, wow, there is a cock head in my ass. Oh fuck it is enormous. I feel like I have a football in my ass."

"You are doing so well, love. Just hold on, breath and relax."

You hold me and kiss my neck and shoulder. I can feel your cock twitching inside of me. You are as hard as a rock and swollen bigger than ever. I have two big men on top of me, one fucking me, the other fucking him. I feel wonderful.

Julian pushes a little bit more and he slips in further, then a bit more. Soon his long cock is buried in your ass.

"Oh baby." you whisper to me "This is great. I never dreamed that anything could feel so good. I love you so much. You are the greatest wife ever. I love being with you, i love being inside you."

"I love you, too"

Julian withdrew his cock halfway, then slowly reinserts it. Again he withdraws and reinserts. You cling to me tightly as your virgin ass is finally fucked. Julian slowly increases his pace. Whenever he plunges into you, you are pushed deeper into me. You push back against Julian so you come out of me a little with each thrust. Soon both and you and I are being fucked fast by Julian's powerful thrusts. I looked Julian in the eye and blew his a kiss. he gave a shy smile. He didn't want to think about how he was effectively fucking a woman.

Within only a little while I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I pulled on you to get you deeper in me, I slapped Julian on the ass to encourage him to fuck faster. Julian started grunting deep and hard, then all of a sudden he pulled out of you and jerking his cock furiously he shoots three long globs of come all over your back. Within seconds my orgasm peaks and I scream in delight, you keep thrusting in me, come steaming on your back. My orgasm keeps rolling and I thrash in spasms of exquisite sensation. You start to tense up and I know you will come soon.

You pull out and pump your beautiful meat. You roar and shout. Julian is right beside us to watch you come. Finally you shoot and mighty squirt across my tits and belly. it quickly followed by a second, a third, a fourth.

"That was awesome." Julian says.



Three?



It's kind of rainy outside... I may as well go to the gym. Giving you a call to let you know I am headed to workout, but you sound as if you need to get out. Well, why don't you come over... we can cook something, talk and relax. I hang up and head into the kitchen to cook some chili... baked beans with red, green and yellow peppers, some finely chopped onions and some ground beef. While that simmers, I make some Mexican corn bread, corn bread mix, red, green, yellow and orange peppers and a can or whole corn and of course just a little butter. The last thing now is kabobs, skewer some shrimp, beef and chicken along with peppers, tomatoes, onions, pineapple and baste it in some sweet and sour sauce. 

By the time I am ready I hear you drive up, so I open the garage because it is raining so hard. You come in wearing a long coat and bedroom slippers and a hat. After taking your coat and hat, I lead you into the kitchen where all the smells are starting to mingle... ummm, we are both hungry. I pour a glass of wine or juice and we head to the basement with a video and some eating utensils. A great day to watch a mystery on the big screen TV, pile some pillows high on the floor and talk as we eat. I bring down the food and plates as you have stacked the pillows. You sound like you just need to talk and be held... so I lean back against the pillows with your back to me and your head on my chest as we eat and watch the movie... we spend more time talking than watching the show... but it's the whole atmosphere that counts. 

By the time the movie is over I see you drifting off to sleep with your head on my thighs... I stroke your hair and look at your face as you lie there in some baggy shorts and an oversized T-shirt... I can see your chest go up and down with each breath... I wonder what you are thinking about?????

We are on this king sized bed and you have on nothing but your panties as you lie on your stomach... I have on silk boxers that are protruding in the front as you ask me what I have planned? I pick up this bottle of hot oil and lotion as I ask you to get on your hands and knees. I straddle you body and slowly pour it on your back... it's almost too hot but it courses over your body and runs beneath you. I start to massage it in... up and down the entire length of your back... over your shoulders... pour some more on those gorgeous cheeks... running my fingers over them and easing a finger between them to finger your slippery asshole. I spread them... it's hard with my oily hands and lick along the inner cheeks, just close enough to make you try to move to the side so my tongue can hit that exact spot... but I sense you moving and veer away to tease you. I step over you and kneel to one side so I can massage your stomach and tits beneath, along your smooth legs and thighs. At the same time I reach over and grab a hand-full of silk scarves... I methodically tie each hand and ankle to the bed... very loosely. Then I light some candles and blindfold you. I slowly move around you tonguing every last, juicy inch of your body. I use a scarf to slide up and down your cheeks, between your legs and massage your nipples through the silk material... damn, they are hard! I get below you and suck on them hard and then blow then and suck softly... my fingers have your lips spread open and I can see that phat clit sticking out between your legs... I lick my fingers and slowly tweak and caress it. I slide my hand back further and circle your oily asshole. I get in front of you on my knees and run my cock against your face, still encased in my silk boxers. As you attempt to suck it through the shorts, I lean over and grab your ass in both hands and spank you on the cheeks... my cock is raging for you now. I move my hips to rub it against your shoulders and neck and use my hand to guide it as I thrust it between your tits while I pull on the hard nipples. You succeed in getting the phat knob of my slick cock in your mouth but the material is in the way... I lean farther over you and lick along your back as you suck on me. I pull away and get behind you... licking between your open thighs from the back... I lick up and down your valley, sucking on your thighs and ass before parting your pussy lips with my soft lips and sucking on them. I extend my long, rough tongue and lap at your clit, flicking it like a boxer would a punching bag. I turn onto my back and let you sit on my face as my hands grip your ass and you fuck my face... oh, yes baby I know you want to cum for me... give it to me... cum for me... you get a steady rhythm going as my hands deep into your cheeks... as the passion builds I hear you moaning, your body getting slippery as you are sweating and horny as hell. I quickly slide from underneath you and you struggle to find that tongue that was causing you so much pleasure. You want it back...!!!! You turn your head to sense what is going on around you... you the music some on and voices in the room. Oh, the lips are back, tonguing your ass and a thick thumb in your juicy, wet, wonderful pussy!!! Yes, that is what you wanted... all along. The hand is cupped so that as the thumb fucks you, the palm is softly working that clit... the timer that makes the device explode... unleash its eruption of wave after wave of joy. Ohh, that tongue is circling and lick that ass, that thumb is like a phat cock drilling you so gently... does he know you are about to cum... oh damn it is cumming... oh baby fuck me... it's cumming hard!!!! He continue his slow assault on that pussy and ass... when you hit your peak... you feel him get behind you and slice into that hot, juicy pussy with his twelve inches of throbbing dick... pure, uncovered, black, pounding muscle. It goes in to the hilt in one log, slow heart stooping thrust. As it slides in he has your clit pinned down with his finger making you cum as he lifts that ass to make you cum again... oh , he is riding. Yes... deep and hard baby, give it to her... before you realize it you feel some soft lips tugging on your clit... what the hell is going on... who is that, why is there someone else in here!? I lean over and tell you to trust me... shhhhhhh!!! With the lips sucking your clit and that huge cock in you, again you cum and it's non-stop... pussy drained, dripping, well fucked... When a pair of powerful thighs wrap around your shoulders and a hand fees you another cock... you lick and suck on it... it's long, but not as long as the other, but it's so phat and thick... you gobble and suck on the knob, it's almost too big to fit in your mouth... he's cumming in your... awwwww damn, he is thrusting so hard, so damn deep... making that pussy cum again... ohhhh it's so hot and thick... so much of it... you suck on the balls and cock as you take it all from both ends... He is sucking your tits as you cum and then he cums all over your tits, and body from below... when you bite down on his balls and you hear a scream of pleasure as he unloads again and you wish you could see, could hold onto that phat dick to feel it's raw power. Ohhhh, you are cumming on that monster in you again, feel like he is breaking his dick off in your as he fucks you deep, slaps that ass and almost stands up with your body suspended in the air so he can get leverage and long dick you. That's the way a pussy should be treated, fuck and caressed... licked and fucked deep some more... cum for me baby as he unleashes another heart stopping load that boils inside you and drips out with it new spurt from that glorious cock and thrust of those pounding hips. 

You are slowly lowered to the bed and feels two sets of hands all over you massaging you as you drift off... body starting to relax, it hurts so good... 

Later when you wake up, expecting to be in the basement still. You are confused when you see you are upstairs, naked and silk scarves all over the bed. You focus around the room, your body so tired yet so relaxed as you drift in and out... the door is cracked and you see one face go by and then another almost identical... maybe it's the wine... you are tired... go back to sleep baby.



Three



Introduction

I married Alexandra because my mom told me too.

"Look at her," she told me, pointing across the restaurant at the buxom young woman, "Just sitting there, all alone, reading her paper. She's perfect."

"Mom, come on. I'm not that old yet, I don't need to be married."

"No, son, you, come on! She's perfect. Look at those lips. Those are lips that would keep your cock plenty satisfied."

"Mom, stop talking that way."

"Are you serious? Check her out. That rack is enormous; she can barely keep it all stuffed in that tiny little shirt of hers. And those hips could get me a whole litter of little grandkids. Trust me, son, that looks like a devious little sex fiend who could not only keep you happy for the rest of your life, but make you the father of countless little babies."

I groaned. It wasn't unusual for my mom to talk like this. She was a glamor model in high school, but then when she turned 18, she swiftly and amazingly got her barely legal body married to some lecherous old bastard, my rich elderly dad, and was able to get a baby and his entire will out of him before he croaked. So she quit modeling and lived with me off his money, traveling to exotic places and meeting all kinds of sexy exotic people. Right now, she was in a long career with Playboy, writing articles, though she had posed for them in the past too. All of my mom's life revolved around sex.

I didn't want to even go talk to Alexandra because I am just a shy kind of person, but she was forceful and I awkwardly maneuvered a phone number and a few months later, here I am with my sexy black haired bride.

My mom told me the night before that she was probably marrying me for money, and though part of me believed her, I just couldn't deny her when Alex looked me in the eyes and begged me not to ask her for a prenup. It didn't help that her dress plunged down her neck to give me an incredible view of her pushed up cleavage. I couldn't say no. So now that I've signed the papers, the end of our marriage means the end of my fortune.

My mom was furious. She said that since I was so careless with money in this relationship, it made our marriage a risk to her finances. Without her, I would lose my wife in some messy divorce, and both me and my mom would be broke. My mom, it seemed, thought of my marriage as literally her business.

The honeymoon did not go well. My mom called me immediately after, to ask.

"We only fucked once, mom," I told her, "And I couldn't even finish."

For me, even with a gorgeous girl like Alexandra, I just couldn't get hard. On the wedding night, she smothered me with her pillow-like tits for an hour before my cock was hard enough for penetration, and even then I only lasted a few minutes before I once again deflated. I just couldn't keep it up enough for a minx like her.

That night, I tried again to fuck my beautiful wife, but it was no good. She was angry at me now too, telling me about the countless guys she had fucked before, and how they had never had any trouble getting hard to cum inside her amazing curvy figure. I never wanted her more badly than I did then, but my body just wouldn't respond. I ended up on the couch, calling my mom late at night and crying to her. She hushed me and invited us out on the boat the next day, wanting to see us both, as a couple, to talk to us. 

When we arrived, my mom was in a small yellow bikini, her youthful tan body exposed to the sun, and her own bouncy tits round and on display on the deck of the boat.

She urged us to relax, we would talk over lunch. My wife changed into a skimpy blue swimsuit, something that showed off her own equal bust and body, while I kept on my clothes and read a book in the cabin.

We began the day journey on the water, with just the three of us, and my mom's boat attendant, a Pacific Island crewman named Lester. After a morning of relaxing, Lester sat us at a table, and served lunch.

My mom wore a sun hat and cut her fish neatly.

"In my years in the adult entertainment industry," she began, "I've seen a lot of people fuck. And a lot of people fuck well. I've seen babies conceived before, if you can believe it. And every time, it was in a passionate animalistic session of fucking that left both partners exhausted and satisfied. Now, you seem to tell me that in your marriage, this is not the case?"

I nodded shyly, but Alex called out enthusiastically.

"This is in no way the case!" she yelled.

My mom nodded.

"Well," my mom started again, "What exactly do you think the problem is? Is it you, Alex?"

Alex shrugged. "I do not think it's me," she said, with a hint of meanness in her voice. She was being polite. Of course she didn't blame herself.

"Why not?" asked my mom, calmly.

"Well for one, I'm sexy as hell," Alex said.

"That's true," my mom coldly answered, "I've always thought that. 

Alex glared at me angrily, as if I was supposed to say something. I kept quiet.

"Stand up, Alex," my mom instructed. She did.

"You are sexy," my mom continued, "But I've only ever seen you clothed. Right now, it's obvious to me that you have big perfect round titties, a flat pale stomach, big flirtatious eyes, and wide curvy hips. But could you take off the swimsuit?"

Alex waited no moment before she undid her top, letting her big round breasts fall out into the fresh sea air.

"Well, nothing wrong there," my mom concluded, reaching out and squeezing my wife's bouncy firm breasts with her hand, petting the big pink nipple and watching it harden.

Alex slipped the blue bottoms down her legs and threw them aside, exposing not only her tight shaved pussy, but her juicy round ass and buttocks.

My mom didn't even need to say anything, she just smiled at Alex and then at me.

"Do you think she's sexy, son?"

"Uhh, what mom?"

"Do you think she's sexy?"

I didn't know what to say. Of course I was blown away by this gorgeous naked woman I had married, her bountiful amazing body exposed in the fresh air before me like a marble statue.

"Uhhh yes," I finally said.

"Lester!" called my mom, summoning the obedient crewman from his quarters. He arrived quickly.

"Lester, do you think this woman is sexy?" my mom asked nonchalantly. Alex turned to face him, giving him a coy smile and shrugging her shoulders inwards so that her breasts dangled and bounced for a moment.

"Very much so, ma'am," Lester answered, staring closely at my wife's pale bare skin.

"Excellent, Lester, thank you. You may leave." Lester exited.

"It seems," my mom continued, "That we've concluded that Alex is very very sexy. Which she is. You can sit down, Alex." My wife didn't bother to redress; she just sat back down at the table.

"So, son," my mom said, turning to me, "It looks like you're the problem." I gulped. 

"Umm," I started, getting nervous at my mom's correct accusations and my wife's cold glare, "Yes."

"Stand up."

I got on my feet before my mom and naked wife.

"Disrobe."

Quickly, I obeyed her, getting off everything until I was naked before the two.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you naked, dear," my mom remarked, smiling to herself, "But it looks like LITTLE has changed."

"What?"

"Sorry, son, just a SMALL comment to myself."

I turned to Alex, who frowned at me, then looked down at my package, then up again my eyes, still frowning. I understood.

"Did you realize your penis wasn't averagely sized?" asked my mom.

"Uhh, well, I guess not," I said, nervously, "I mean, I haven't seen a lot of other penises, really."

"I have," Alex chirped in, "And you're small."

"She's right, dear," my mom added, "You're very small."

"Are you sure?" I asked them, again.

My mom smiled again. "See for yourself. Lester!" The servant reappeared.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Can you please show my son your member?"

"Certainly."

The servant undid his pants' button and pulled out his long soft rod of cock meat. It was at least three times the length of mine, and thicker than me in every way.

"This is an average sized cock," explained my mom, "Not yours."

I gulped, frightened of both women, and this servant. "I understand."

"Good. You may leave, Lester."

"Yes ma'am." And Lester redressed and left.

"Now, having a small penis is horrendous," my mom said, "But men with small penises can still conceive children. Look at your father," she said to me. My mom laughed out loud, and Alex joined her, quietly giggling. I just frowned.

"What this means," she continued, "Is that I'm not going to be able to make a real judgement until I see you fuck. I need to see exactly why you're failing, and I need to see it now. Alex, are you okay with this?"

"Absolutely," my wife answered immediately.

"Good," she said, "Let's go."

She stood up, asking us both nakedly to follow her to the cabin. We did. There she took a seat on a chair and directed us to the big bed in the center. Lester's room was just on the other side of a door.

"Please, go ahead," my mom said, leaning back. Alex sprawled herself out on the comforter, naked and gorgeous, calling for me to come over in a voice that betrayed she never expected me to follow through.

The next half hour was a pathetic show. Alex wrapped her luscious lips around my cock to try to make it rise, but it wouldn't. She kneaded her breasts again my face, letting me taste her sweet nipples and bouncy flesh. She reached three orgasms from my tongue, dripping her fluids down my chest until my mom stood up and yelled for us to stop.

"Why aren't you hard?" she demanded of me, "When you have this amazing woman feeding you her juices, and massaging you with her spectacular breasts, and letting you inside her red puckered lips? Are you gay?"

I implored my mom that I was not, and she only barely believed me. 

"This is just as I worried," she concluded, Alex just shrugging in agreement. I was completely failing. She called up to sit with her on the couch next to the bed.

"The way I see it," she said, "You cannot pleasure your wife. You're not providing for her in the bedroom, no matter how well you can provide for her financially, which is really my money, to start." She was right.

"I don't want to divorce," Alex interrupted, anticipating my mother's fears, "I don't want to end this marriage. I just want to get fucked like I deserve."

"I'm glad you said that Alex," my mom agreed, "Because I was hoping you felt that way. Now, you're absolutely right, you deserve to get fucked, fucked by a hard long cock that my son just can't give you. And I was thinking about that, last night, when I first heard about your troubles. And so I made this."

My mom reached into the drawer next to her and pulled out a plain yellow folder that matched her bright bikini.

"This is a list," she said, "Of three very specific long hard cocks. Cocks that can fill you up, fuck you till you cream, and give me the grandbabies I deserve."

I gulped. "I thought you didn't want divorce!" I yelled.

"I don't," answered my mom, "But even the bible agrees that if a husband can't do his duties, it's not a crime to bring in some extra help. And you would raise the baby, it would be your son. You just wouldn't get to fuck it into her."

"That's not fair!" I yelled.

"What's not fair," said my calm naked wife beside me, "Is that I've got the body of a sex goddess, and you've got the cock of a baby cockroach." I cringed.

"Well, he has a point," answered my mom, "It isn't fair. It's not fair that you don't get a fighting chance to father your own children. And so, if you agree Alex, I've designed this program with that kind of fairness in mind."

"Explain," asked my wife, eagerly listening to my mom.

"I work with sex models every day," she started, "I know thousands of big hard fertile cocks that would be here in an instant to have rough wild sex with a gorgeous young woman like you, Alex. But I picked these three specifically because they're more than hard cocks. They're instigators."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"I'll get to that later. You tried to fuck your wife just now, and you failed miserably. This failure means that she's earned the right to seek outside help. And so Alex, if you consent, you're welcome to try your hand at fucking cock number one. And he's going to give you the pleasure of a lifetime, while you, son, sit right there and watch. But let's say the odds are with you. With a fertile cock like this, there's maybe a 35% chance that she gets pregnant. But if she doesn't, the next day, son, you get her back. You get to try again. But if you fail, out comes cock number two, and so on. All the way to cock number three. Because by cock number three, son, the odds are no longer an issue. She will have gotten pregnant somewhere along the line."

"Mom, this is sadistic," I said.

"No it's not," Alex answered, "It's perfect. Because maybe watching what you're missing will finally give you the balls to rise up and fuck me like a man. Maybe you'll learn something."

"Exactly, sweetie," my mom said, "And I've arranged the cocks in just that way. From a cock that will make your rage boil at having to raise his son, all the way to the worst person you could imagine."

"Who?" I yelled at my mom, "Who is on that list?"

"Nope!" she smiled, holding the folder tight to her breasts, "This list is private. You get to see them as they unroll."

Alex stood up, standing naked before my mom.

"Well, let's see the first one, at least," she said, "It's time, isn't' it?"

"Not yet," my mom said to Alex, "We have time. Let's spend the afternoon enjoying the ocean, and we'll reveal tonight's entertainment over dinner."

One

My mom stood up quietly and left us alone in the cabin. Sitting next to my beautiful wife, I burst into tears.

Alex rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"How could you do this?"

"Calm down," she said, patting me on the back, "I'm sorry if I was cruel. I guess your mom can have a certain effect."

"You were horrible!" I yelled, "Talking about all the cocks you've had, and how inadequate I am."

"Oh honey," she said, patting my back further, "You see, I really mean it when I say I don't want a divorce. You're not a bad guy, baby. You're just not a satisfying lover"

I looked up at her.

"Marriage is a messy, complicated, crazy thing," she told me, "And each one is different, each one is unique. Maybe our marriage isn't sexual. Maybe it's just a man and woman who enjoy each other's company, but never fuck."

"I don't want that kind of marriage," I told her, "I don't want you to fuck these guys and have me raise their children."

"Well," answered my wife, "You better hope your 65% odds are working, and that you do well in your next chance." With that, she stood up and walked onto the deck.

In the late afternoon, we docked at a secluded island on which my mother had a cabin. Alone on the beach, she continued to tan until we all retreated inside for dinner.

I sat with my mom in her room as she got dressed for dinner.

"Please mom," I begged, "Don't make us go through with this."

"Oh hush," said my mom, removing her bikini top and bottom. I had seen her naked too many times to bother.

"Please, mom. I don't want other people to fuck my wife."

"You don't have an option anymore," she answered, her big brown tits dangling as she stepped into a long pink dress.

"But--"

"Hush," she yelled, and that was the end.

My mom and I entered the dining room to find the table set with candles and plates of food, ready for consumption. But there were only two.

"Mom, what's up with this?" I asked, noting the number.

"Sit," she instructed, taking the seat beside me, "Eat, and watch."

As we both sat, the lights dimmed and the door in front of us opened. Coming out of the door was Alex, and when I saw her, my eyes nearly poppped out. She was wearing her hair in two sexy pigtails, long silver high heels shoes, but very little else. The rest of her body was covered in shiny silver sparkles, and a big silver bow was wrapped around her waist. The entire costume was immaculate, with her big pale boobs perky and bare, and her sexy behind pressed up from the heels. All together, she looked like the most amazing present any horny guy could ask for.

"Mom," I said nervously, "Really? Now? During dinner?" But she hushed me up real quickly.

Alex reclined on the couch in front of us, and out of another door came Lester, buck naked and sporting a monstrously hard erection.

"Cock number one," he introduced himself, taking big steps towards my wife with his raging hard erection. Alex sat up on the couch, smiling before opening her red lips wide, ready to take him in her mouth.

Really? I thought. Lester?! My mom's servant is going to impregnate my wife? I'm going to have to raise HIS children?!

My mom chewed her dinner as I watched in seeming slow motion as the big hard cock jetted between the open lips of my wife, disappearing as he pressed it deeper and deeper down her throat until she finally closed her lips around the warm dick and began to slurp.

I didn't dare touch my food as I watched Lester play with my wife's pony tailed hair and shove further his cock down my wife's eager throat. Alex was displaying a talent that I of course had never been able to see from her: a cock sucking fervor that demonstrated the lust she had been trying so hard to explain to me. She was worshipping the cock before her like a religious idol, licking it and slurping her thick saliva all along its impressive shaft.

Lester played his her boobs while she sucked him off, the boobs that I thought were mine forever. They looked so big and shiny as his grubby fingers played with them, saliva dripping from her lips and sticking down her cleavage.

She cupped his big balls with her hands, playing with their massive folds of flesh, and I imagined the heat of that massive sat as it swung back and forth in my wife's face and torso.

I eventually managed to take a bite of the food, but realized immediately that the hands that prepared my meal were the very same that were now pawing away at the big glittery boobs of my wife. Staring at Lester's wild hairy bush that was brushing against my wife's forehead, I searched through my casserole, dreading finding one of the long greasy black pubes in my food.

"Ohh, I'd like to come now, you pretty present," Lester smiled, rolling her pigtails around. Alex popped the cock out of her mouth and urged him to enter her pussy so that he could fill her up with his cream.

For the first time since dinner started, Alex turned her head to face me. She looked me right in the eyes and locked focus with me, staring me down as Lester took his slippery slimy cock and entered it right between her raised up legs.

In three pumps, Lester was finished. He convulsed her build up against my wife, shooting semen into the depths of her uterus, utterly annihilating her pussy with his creamy load. But then he stopped and pulled out his softening cock, sitting down besides her panting and lighting a cigarette from the table.

My wife let her legs down and closed her eyes, resting. She didn't seemed to have been fucked long, but you could tell from the look on her face that she was thrilled and satisfying. And from the look of the cum dribbling out of her pussy, possibly pregnant.

My mom had not finished eating, and so she said nothing as she continue her meal. Alex was just passed out there, resting with her eyes closed quietly, and Lester was smoking.

In a few minutes, when Lester had finished his cigarette, he stood up. His cock was no longer soft; it was back at its long raging hardness like before. As he advanced towards my sleeping wife's open pussy, my mom finally interrupted.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Getting ready to fuck her again, ma'am."

"I don't know about that," answered my mom, "The rule said one fuck. If you deposited any more semen into her, now, that wouldn't be fair to my son here, would it?"




Three



Lester looked confused, waving his hardened cock around.

"I'm still hard though, ain't I, ma'am?"

"That's true," said my mom, and I stared frightened as he waved it threateningly closer and closer to my wife's gaping pussy.

"Stop," said my mom, "And come here."

My mom grabbed my thigh to keep me from leaving and I watched as Lester's big pulsing cock came closer to the table, and then around the table, and then to my mom's lap, where she held her free hand around its base and, without letting go of my thigh, got down on her knees to satisfied Lester's second big boner.

I tried not to look as my mom's sensual lips satisfied Lester's cock just like my wife had moments ago, but even when I turned away, I still heard the ugly slurping and smacking of saliva as my mom gulped down more inches of this guy's cock than he had ever had before. I knew my mom was a master at this kind of thing, not that I had ever witnessed it, and it wasn't long before she was swallowing down another helping of dinner, this time from Lester's heavy swinging sweaty balls.

My mother dismissed Lester, who finally looked satisfied, and sat back up at the table. She wiped a trail of cum from her lips with her napkin, and then told me she was going to bed, and that I should wake Alex up and take her with me to our bedroom.

The next morning, my wife was a brand new woman. She was chipper and kind, waking me up when she nuzzled against my side, smiling. She kissed me on the lips, without tongue of course, but told me she loved me and that if she was pregnant, she was so happy to build a home with me and raise this lovely little child. She was loving, for the first time since we had attempted sex.

This loving mood cheered me up too. Perhaps she was right about each marriage being unique. Perhaps my wife could fuck guys like this, suck the cum out of their balls, but then still come home to a marriage bed with me. Maybe we could have a real life together, even if servant Lester had planted a baby in her belly.

Over the next few days, we didn't even hear from my mother. Alex and I laughed and watched movies, and she told me how happy she was that I didn't yell or scream or try to stop her as Lester assaulted her glittered tits and erupted in her bow-wrapped pussy. To be honest, I hadn't even imagined trying to physically stop them, but I didn't tell my happy wife that. 

Overnight, my wife transformed from the glum depressed woman whose husband wasn't satisfying her, back to the sexy young cutie she was when I bet her. We went for walks in the park and she wore tight skimpy clothes, the kind that showed off her big tits and flat stomach, and when she saw a good looking guy, she squeezed my hand and didn't refrain from giving him a big wink. I didn't even care. She seemed so happy.

When the time came, my mom finally called, and we all waited together to check the pregnancy test. When the screen finally appeared, the test was negative. Alex was not pregnant.

We all knew what this meant. I would get another chance. I hadn't even imagined this would happen. Just when I was starting to accept that I would never fuck my wife again. Alex pressed her shirt-covered breasts against my chest, staring up into my eyes and pouting, as if deviously challenging me to make this opportunity count. My mom just laughed when she saw the look of panic on my face.

My mom arranged for us to come over to her big mansion, to use one of her guest rooms for the special occasion. That way, in the morning, we could talk over breakfast about whether or not I was back in the seat of a true husband, or if she'd have to open the folder to get cock number two.

Alex insisted on buying a secret sexy outfit, and while she changed in the bathroom of my mom's guest room, I sprawled myself naked on the bed. I was eager to try again; since seeing the negative sign on the test, I was regaining my desire to keep Alex for myself.

She emerged from the bathroom and my chest sunk into my stomach: it was almost the exact same. She was in two long pigtails, but this time with gold sparkle glitter, and a big gold bow. She was dressed almost exactly like when Lester shoved his big cock into her.

The image of her body accepting Lester's cock came rushing back. I began to feel nervous. Alex looked so sexy as she crawled from the bathroom onto the bed and over my body. Her big tits were free and dangling over me, shiny with gold glitter.

Alex pressed her lips against mine, but the effect was sinister. All I could see was Lester's cock pressed into those very same lips, his bulging member so huge and hard, and my mom enjoying it so much...

My wife kissed me passionately, and soon, a miracle happened. I felt a rising in my loins. Her big breasts seemed so heavenly and warm. Alex felt my little hardie press up against her thigh, and she broke the kiss, smiling at my intrigued.

Alex rolled down my body, brushing her tits against me as she parted her lips to let my own cock enter. I wanted her to suck me just like she had Lester.

The second my dick hit her warm squishy tongue, I lost it. My little cock pumped and sprayed her face with my wet liquid load. Alex did not look pleased.

"You didn't even let me give you a blowjob!" she shouted angrily, trying to get my cock to rise again, to no use. I sweated thinking about the next morning.

Two

My mom was already at the table when we woke up and left the room. She could tell by the look on our faces that the night before was a failure. Alex took great detail in explaining to my mom just how hard I had failed, and just how close I had come.

"Close isn't there, darling," my mom told me, and I sighed. 

"Cock number two," she said, reaching into her folder and smiling when she read the result to herself.

"Who is it?" asked Alex eagerly, suddenly piping out of the bad mood I had put her in last night.

"It's good," said my mom, "But in time."

Having booked us that night for dinner, Alex and I headed back to our home. While I drove, she reminded me, there was still only a 35% chance she would get pregnant this time, and maybe I would get another chance.

"You really think I have a chance at knocking you up?" I asked.

She stared at me for a while. "Well, honey," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Maybe not."

That afternoon, my mom called to say she would be bringing dinner to us, and that we should just stay put in our house. 

Lester came along with my mom, and I shot him a dirty glance that he didn't notice. He didn't seem too pleased either that he was unsuccessful in getting my wife knocked up.

As he set my dining room table, and Alex and my mom talked secretly in the other room, I noticed there were not just two plates this time. There were four. Would he be fucking joining us for dinner too?

Just then, the doorbell rang, and my mom urged that I be the one to answered it. I breathed heavily, scared of just who it might be.

When I swung the door open, the figure that stood there was tall, muscular, and all too familiar. Luke.

Alex shook his hand, introducing herself as my wife. And he calmly smiled and told her exactly who he was: my college roommate.

I had never liked Luke. We were random roommates, and we could not have been more different. Whenever I tried to study, I always found myself locked out of my room, Luke in there pounding away at the snatch of another sorority bitch he found. When I would finally get back inside, the whole roomed reeked of cum, and I would find some slut's underwear crumpled up and dangling from my desk.

"Oh wow!" Alex exclaimed, as we headed to the dining table. I sat with my mom on one side of the table, and Luke sat snugly with Alex on the other. "You knew my husband in college?"

"I sure did," Luke admitted, "We had some good times. Didn't we, buddy?"

I scowled. "Yes," was all I could bear to say.

Lester brought us all dinner plates: big juicy steaks. It was obvious to everyone that Luke was being given the biggest steak of the table.

"So, old buddy," Luke said, taking a big bite of meat, "I was real surprised to hear from you. Your mom calls me up today, tells me all about your situation."

"What exactly did she tell you?" I asked, gritting my teeth.

"Well," Luke said, putting his big heavy arm around the shoulders of my busty wife, "She basically told me tonight is going to be like old times.

"I told him everything, dear," my mom clarified to me, and I sunk into my chair.

Alex treated me cruelly all throughout the dinner, hanging onto Luke's arm and asking him endless questions about college and me. Luke told no lies: he was happy to regale everyone about the time he caught me masturbating under the covers watching him plow a girl from my math class. And about the time we double dated, an evening that ended with a threesome for him, if you catch my drift.

Everybody except me laughed, even Lester, who cleared away our empty plates promptly and brought out coffee.

"Nothing for me," Alex insisted, "In fact, I'm going to go get ready." She let out a girlish giggle and retreated away.

"Let me tell you buddy," Luke said, pulling my face in for a huddle with him, "I'm surprised you even got close to a beauty like her. Now, if you remember anything from college, I know you were always a boob man, but I liked some nice asses. And your wife's got a real nice one of those. But in honor of you, and our old friendship, I'm going to be a boob man. Just for you." Here he laughed, and my mom joined him, laughing while I frowned.

My mom suggested we head to the bedroom, and ushered us to my own room. Really? He's going to do this in our marriage bed? I felt disgusted.

My mom and I shared a snug chair in the corner of my room, her sitting mostly on my left thigh. Luke took the time to undress, showing off his young built body and sitting down on my side of the bed.

"Ready?" asked my mom, and Luke smiled and nodded.

"Alex, come out," my mom called. And in the doorway appeared my wife.

Well of course my mom had chosen a school themed outfit. This time, Alex had on the tiniest little green skirt I had ever seen, and a tight white blouse that looked as if it might pop a button at any moment. There was no possible way to highlight the size of Alex's bust better than to shove it all into the tiny white button shirt. It made the strong cotton fabric ache and strain to contain my wife's tits, and you could tell from the look in Luke's eyes that that shirt wouldn't have to suffer long.

She waltzed over to our bed, on which Luke was laying in just his boxer shorts. I could see the mass of cock start to harden and rise in the shorts, and he slipped them off before she stepped up onto the bed. 

My mom turned her face to look at me, and she seemed practically ecstatic. I don't know what it was about that scene that would make her so excited to see them fuck.

Alex draped her body over Luke's and he swiftly pulled her around and pressed her up against the backboard of our bed. Alex looked surprised and thrilled at him.

Using his big meaty hands. Luke grabbed her breasts and ripped off her blouse, freeing her big bouncing breasts from the shirt with a grand flourish. Alex let out a moan, and Luke grazed his cock up her body as he shoved her to her knees on the cushiony bed.

Luke shot me a big flashy smile before he grabbed my wife's bare boobs from the sides and pressed them together, making a perfect fleshy cleavage into which to thrust his cock. And that he did.

Alex was eager to help the stud fuck her big tits, and she let incredible amounts of drool dribbled from her chin onto her big tits, lubricating her hot white fleshy and helping Luke's hard thick cock slide up in and out of them with ease. 

Luke twirled her breasts as he fucked them, making circled on the side of his pumping cock and pressing down on her nipples so that she yelled out in sexual bliss.

Alex helped her new lover by slamming her tits down onto the base of his cock, dripping saliva all over his now glistening breasts, and looking up at Luke's face with complete subservience. Tit-fucking Alex was not a difficult endeavor: her boobs were huge, and slippery, and ready to receive cock.

Pretty soon Alex was writhing in a kind of orgasmic pleasure at the pounding my ex-roommate was delivering onto her breasts. Alex's big fleshy titties were always very sensitive, and it was easy for Luke to send her into a state of pleasure just by the sheer power of thrusts he was mashing into her jiggly chest.

Luke was enjoying her tits, but he and I both could see her dripping wet pussy, and so he shoved her over, letting her well-fucked slippery tits rest, and began pounding her from behind.

As he thrust into my wife's ass, Alex let out screams I could not imagine a woman making. They were so lustful, so full of pleasure; the sight before me was exactly what I could never provide her. The hard veiny cock of my roommate was pleasuring my wife so masterfully that I could barely muster words to describe it.

As the sound of his big wet balls hitting her stomach slowed, Luke unleashed his own torrent of spunk into my wife's pussy. I could smell the familiar pungent goop as he splattered the insides of my wife with it, coating it and claiming it like with a big jizzy flag.

When he pulled out, globs and globs cum oozed slowly out of her, but his cock spasmed and shot a few loads down Alex's flat stomach and sore titties.

As Alex played with the cum he had left on her exterior, my mom stood up and grabbed Luke by the hand, quickly escorting him out.

"Let's let the husband and wife sleep here tonight," my mom giggled, and she closed the door behind us.

I didn't move from my chair for a while, when Alex had stopped and was just resting in the bed now. She sat up when I started to lay down in the bed.

"Look, honey," she said sternly, "I love you, but I think tonight is not the night for you to sleep here. Don't you agree?"

She sat up, showing me her red cum-stained boobs, which were still amazing and majestic to me, but I nodded and left her alone to sleep.

Laying down on the couch of my darkened house, I tried to sleep, but I woke up when I heard voices a few hours later.

"Hello there," I heard the voice of my mom say, and Luke's predatory grunts responded. He seemed to have been looking through my fridge, though they were behind me as I lay invisible on the couch.

"You little fox," he said to her, "When you first called, I thought you just wanted to get another lay. It's been a few years since we last hooked up."

"Oh please," answered my mom, "While it was nice to have your big cock in my life, don't pretend you were ever anything special to me."

"Yeah right. You were just as turned on by fucking his college roommate in his bed as his fucking wife was tonight."

"Mmmmm... maybe I was."

There was a few moments of silence, with some noises.

"Holy shit, these tits are just as big and amazing as I remember them."

"Mmm, watching you fuck that pair tonight just reminded me of all the fun we used to have."

"Shit, remember that? You were the first woman whose face I ever creamed on."

"Well maybe we can recreate that." My mom led Luke into another corner of the house.

I tried to fall back asleep, but I could hear the stifled grunts and moans of Luke pumping away at my mom's tits in the other room, and the final satisfied gasp of air as he unloaded the rest of his balls onto my dear mom's pretty face.

Let's just say I wasn't too upset when he was gone by noon the next day.

The day after that, Alex and I went to a big brunch alone, and she was the same chipper woman she was during the last interlude. She explained to me how nice it was to feel appreciated in the bedroom by Luke, and how nice it was to meet a person from my past. She told me fucking him made her not only sexually satisfied, but closer to me as her husband. From then on, whenever she saw any one of my friends, she'd whisper in my ear that maybe she should fuck him too, let his big load stain her face and tits, and maybe that would bring her closer to me too. Sometimes, I believed what she was saying. 

The way my wife's tits seemed to glow with an unusual sensuality over this period led me to be sure that she was pregnant. I was going to have a little Luke baby in my house, someone Alex would raise and love and resemble the same man who had emptied his balls on my mom's face later that night. But she tested with the strip when it was time and... negative.

Alex and I stayed in a hotel for my next try at being a father, and she took it the whole nine yards. Against my will, we arrived at the hotel with her already in that costume, that tight white shirt begging to break and spill open her tits at any moment. She got more than a few stares from concierge, and I think many passersby actually thought she was some busty schoolgirl I was taking to do inappropriate things to. If only they knew.

I tried, like Luke, to pull off her shirt with my hand when we were in bed, but I just couldn't do it. Instead, I unbuttoned it one by one, starting with the top where I could begin to see a peek at her cleavage, then another, where the pale white flesh strained to get out, and then another and her tits were literally overflowing from the neck of this shirt, and they looked so tight and pressed together and exciting that I thought, why not, and just plunged my little dick in between them without removing the rest of the shirt. 

Alex looked up at me, confused, not giving me the copious amounts of saliva she had afforded Luke, but I didn't care, I was pumping into her tits for a good minute before, well, BAM. I jizzed down them without noticing. No chance for impregnation here. 

Alex didn't even looked surprised this time. She just wiped it all off, rebuttoned her shirt, and smiled.

"Honey, I told you it was okay! I know you want to fuck a baby into me real bad, honey, but we don't have to be this way! I won't leave you for another guy. We can have a wonderful family, but it's going to be a wonderful family where you take me to get fucked out of my mind by a bunch of guys every once in a while."

With this, she seemed content, and she rolled over and fell asleep.

Three

I stayed awake that night in the hotel room, frantically worrying about the identity of cock number three. By the rules of the setup, this guy was it: he was going to be the father of my child.

Finally, I decided to call my mom. I locked myself in the bathroom with my cell, and woke my mom up with the phone call, begging her to tell me who this guy was, who the final cock in the folder would be.

"Calm down, calm down," she said groggily, "You're yelling so much you're going to wake Alex in the other room. And while I'm not going to tell her the secret, I guess it's not too bad to tell you it now.

"Who is it, mom?"

"Well, I never met him, actually. And neither have you. But I know three things about him. The first is that he lives in a mansion in my very neighborhood. The second is that he's a retired legend from the adult entertainment industry, but from the porn films, not still images like me. And the third things, well, maybe I won't tell you that."

"Mom, please!"

"Oh well. The third thing is that he dated your wife for five years."

I dropped the phone. I knew Alex had spoken about an ex of hers, some guy who dumped her years ago and who she talked about often. But rich, and porn star? I didn't know that.

"Logan," I said into the phone, and my mom confirmed. It was her ex, Logan.

I crawled out of the bathroom and into bed with Alex, opening my laptop with the dimmest brightness. I knew there were photos if I went back enough on her facebook.

The first one I found with a delighted looking Alex, wearing a skimpy bikini and in the beefy arms of that very Logan. Alex in a stunning dress kissing him on the streets of Rome. Her in his lap at a football game, her hands all over him dancing in a club photo. 




Three



I looked over at my sleeping wife. Sure, now she claimed she just wanted sex, she wouldn't leave me. But was it possible she would, for this ex-boyfriend?

The next day I was entirely glum. Alex was happy and peppy, smiling and holding my hand and we got ready to go to my mom's for the final session.

When we got there, my mom handed Alex a black bag and told her to change and then emerge from the bathroom immediately. When she did, she was stunning. Alex's outfit was just as sexy as the ones before, but it was so elegant. A long black dress, with a classy plunging neckline that highlighted her enormous breasts but with tact and dignity. She could attend a royal ball in this dress, and not only be an acceptable guest, but raise the cock of every man in the room.

Her hair was tied up in a bun, and though her bust jiggled as she stepped towards my mom and me, she was as beautiful and amazing as ever. I began to fear more than I ever had that I would lose her.

My mom blindfolded the two of us, and told us our destination was a secret. Of course, it was a secret I already knew, but I didn't dare speak.

In the car, Alex was a cheery as ever, even without sight. She talked about renovations to our house for the baby, a new room soundproofed for when she had a guy over and wanted to get nasty, someplace the baby couldn't hear. But maybe install a periscope so I could watch? she suggested. I just worried that although she said all this now, she would feel differently when she saw Logan.

The car stop and my mom undid our blindfolds. The car door opened, and Alex stepped out. Then she froze.

Logan was there, in a grand tuxedo, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"I missed you," he said to my busty wife, but then my mom closed the door shoot.

"This one you don't get to watch," she said to me, and the car speeded away, leaving Alex there in that spectacular dress. I watched from the window for as long as I could.

Back at my mom's, I paced in fear, wondering how the fuck session was going. As painful as it was to watch Lester and Luke fuck my wife, this was even worse. I wondered why my mom would do this. Why she would put Alex in such a divorceable situation when she so hated divorce. But I didn't get a chance to ask her. My mom was in her room, and butler Lester wouldn't let me in.

I began to go crazy. I had to find out. Worked into a jealous frenzy, I raced out the door, wandering through the spacious wealthy neighborhood in search of Logan's home, and my fuckable wife.

It was dark, but I was determined. I could not remember where the house was, but I searched.

Finally, I saw out the corner of my eye, a wall that looked like the one we had dropped Alex off near. I ran to it, discovered the house, and creeped around it careful not to be seen.

I walked around the side, and when I neared the back, I began to hear the moans. It was Alex alright. I moved slowly until I peeked my head at to see the backyard.

The pool was giant, like a long slender river that snaked throughout the entire property. The only light was the light in the pool, and it lit up the two fucking bodies with blue light. Logan had my naked busty wife pressed up against the wall of the pool, and he was shoving his thick meaty cock into her from the back. Alex's hair was wet, and her big dripping breasts were shaking violently as she shivered and convulsed in pleasure.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME" she yelled, and he grunted as he gave her the fucking she was crying for.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked over. It was my mom.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" she whisper-yelled at me, angirly.

"I had to see, mom, I had to!"

My mom tried to pull me away but we struggled and fought and fell forwards into the backyard.

"Hey!" Alex yelled, suddenly stopping, turning to Logan from behind, "You said they weren't supposed to be here!"

"Just ignore them, baby, and let me fuck you," he insisted, still pumping into her. My sopping wet wife stood up and out of the pool until she was standing above me, dripping water onto me as I lay on the floor.

"Get out of here," she told me, "This part isn't for you. He said get out."

"We're leaving, I'm sorry," my mom apologized, grabbing me off the ground and trying to drag me away.

"Hold it," Logan said, coming over to where we were. He wrapped his arm around Alex's bare waist, his body dangling above me. 

It wa then that I saw why he was a porn legend. His cock was big, there was no doubting that. It was bigger than mine, bigger than Lester's and Luke's. But it wasn't that much bigger than those two's. What was enormous on Logan were his balls. 

The sack that swayed above me, dripping water onto my face, was like a fruit bag holding two grapefruits. The size of his nuts was so amazing that I at first thought they were fake. But the rock hard cock above them, wet with chlorine, precum, and Alex's pussy, confirmed that these were his real balls.

"Baby, do they have to leave?" Logan asked Alex, "We've been fucking all day. Let's take a lemonade break and have a chat with these two."

Alex sighed and I stood up off the ground. We sat down on an arrangement of cushions out on the patio. The two lovers were dripping wet, but didn't bother to dry themselves.

"So you're the husband," Logan said to me, "And this is your mom? I think we spoke on the phone."

"Yes we did," my mom answered, eyeing the balls that I too struggled to stare away from.

"Now, your momma told me everything. She told me that Alex married you, and that she likes you plenty, but that you can't fuck her right. And that I can. Trust me, Alex remembers. And so I've been pounding Alex all day and I'm almost ready to shoot a big fat wad of cum into her."

I put my face in my hands, but my mom chimed in: "Excellen!"

"Well hold it just right there," Logan warned, squeezing my wife's body close to him, "I've got no doubt that the minute I blow, I'm going to so thoroughly fill this women with cream that she might have a whole litter of babies. We've have problems in the past with having to fix things at the doctors, and I know this time, Alex can grow a big old round belly full of children."

"What's the problem?" asked my mom.

"I don't want him to leave," answered Alex.

"What?"

"Well," my naked wet wife continued, "I love my husband, and I know I promised you some grandchildren, but when Logan knocks me up, they'll be his babies too. And Logan isn't just some stranger. We have a history. If we make children, he needs to stay around."

My mom seemed to think about this for a bit.

"What do you propose?" she asked.

"Well," Alex said, "I think Logan should live with us."

"What!?" I yelled, but my mom hushed me.

"In a bed. With me. My husband can sleep in another room."

My mom thought again. "But you stay married?"

"For the time being," answered Alex.

"What's that mean?"

"It means I don't know," said my wife.

She was saying exactly what I didn't want to hear. I almost cried.

"So you're saying," my mom said, "The second he blows his load in you, we can't be sure this marriage will stay?"

"Yes," my wife responded.

"Well I can't let that happen then," defended my mom.

Here Logan butted in.

"Stop that right now, ma'am," he said, "I've got my woman here, I know she married your son, but she's been riding my hard cock all day. And I deserve to blow my load in her this evening. I'm rock damn hard." He waved his giant penis around, solid as stone.

"Can I talk to you in the other room for a moment?" my mom asked Logan, and he shrugged. The two walked into the house. I was left alone with my wife.

I was devastated, and Alex didn't' say anything. No matter how sad I got, however, I couldn't help from stare at my wife's big wet titties, glistening in the light of the pool. I was almost getting hard.

A few minutes later, my mom emerged, naked. Her big tits were dry and tan, and her hips curvy and brown from lying in the sun. 

"Mom," I said, but that was all. She waltzed right past me and Alex and sat on another section of cushions far away.

Soon after, Logan came out of the house, his cock hard and his impossible balls swaying between his legs. He was smiling widely, and walking towards my mom.

"Come," he said to Alex, and she joined him in heading towards the cushions. When she got there, my mom stood up, and grabbed Alex's shoulders.

"Be good," my mom said, and she planted a big wet kiss on my wife's lips. As my mom's hands roamed the wet pale body of my wife, Alex began to kiss back, grab the sides of my mom, running her hands through my mom hips and back and grabbing her butt.

"Yeeeehahh," shouted Logan, smiling at the two beautiful women making out.

He grabbed my mom by the hips and she left the embrace, facing Logan and lowering herself slowly to her knees before the hard cock. She took the head in her expert mouth and licked, slobbering on the young penis like only a pro like my mom could. Alex, looking over at me shortly and shrugging, got down on her knees with my mom, and their two tongues labored over the veiny hard shaft with utter care. Two slippery wet tongues to taste his cock, four hands to caress his thighs and cup his amazing testicales. Logan placed one hand on the back of each woman's head and grunted.

Logan laid down on the cushion and Alex lowered herself onto his cock. My mom pressed her tits against his face and his lecherous tongue roamed over the brown flesh of my mother's bosom, wetting it with his tongue and tasting her sweet body.

Alex's pussy lips wrapped tightly around Logan's shaft as she lowered herself down and up her ex-boyfriend's cock, grabbing her hair and moaning and he pleasured my wife with no end. My mom squatted over his face and that same tongue greeted her pussy with a wet kiss that made my mom squirm like a little girl.

Logan pleasured both women simultaneously, and the two women faced each other over his body, leaned in, pressing their enormous breasts together, and kissed. My mom grabbed the back of my wife's hair and stroked it, and Alex grabbed my mom's tits in each hand, cupping them and feeling their weight.

When my mom came, she broke from her ecstatic kiss with Alex and moaned loudly, squirting feminine sticky liquid across Logan's face and standing up in writhing pleasure. Alex joined her, rising off the cock in search of my mom's warm lips. The two embraced for a moment as Logan stood up, cock rock hard.

Alex laid down and spread open her legs, and my mom immediately lay down before them, sticking her face between my wife's open pussy, face down and sticking her big brown ass up in the air. Logan saw what he wanted, and as Alex squirmed under the expert tongue og my mom, Logan wasted no time in entering the sopping wetness of my mother's raised pussy.

Logan thrusted as my mom worked, screamed, squirmed, and the rhythmic slaps of those enormous balls against my mom's stomach kept time as Alex orgasmed multiple times into my mother's mouth. 

My mom's hips were doing the work, however, thrusting back onto Logan's cock, throwing it around, pleasuring him to no end. My mom knew how to take a cock in and worship it with her pussy. Soon, Logan had no choice but to let those big magic balls erupt through his rock hard cock.

When Logan started cumming, you could see it in my mom's face. The warm blasts of jism completely flooded her immediately, and the look of sexual fulfillment was iconic as my mom bit her tender lips, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her pussy dripped with Logan's fertile seed.

My mom shivered and fell off the thrusting cock, rolling aside where the now free penis continued spewing the fruit of those magnificent balls. Jets of cum blast from his cock like a machine gun, spewing over my mom's face and torso like she was getting a fresh coat of spunky paint. My mom's lips filled with jizz and she opened her mouth to swallow the potent seed. 

Logan's pulsing, cumming cock was rock hard still, and with my wife's open pussy so available, it only made sense for him to shove it back into her and fill her up from the inside. It took a few messy tries in which he turned all of Alex's tits, face, and stomach glossy with cum, but once his cock was relodged in my wife, it didn't stop spasming until there was enough cum in her to impregnate thirty women.

The exhausted sex beast, his balls significantly shrunken, fell back exhausted, as did the women. They lay there, asleep and passed out, until morning.

Conclusions

In the next few weeks, my life underwent a lot of radical changes. The first was Alex's first positive pregnancy test, and her excitement at getting to carry and deliver one of Logan's children. She hugged me in celebration, kissing me on the cheek and applauding me for helping her to this ultimate amazing goal.

The next day, my mom received similar news: even my busty mommy was getting a Logan bun in the oven. 

Like Alex had said, she and I moved in with Logan, and I slept on the couch each night while she shared the bed with him. She told me it was only temporary, for at least the pregnancy, after which we would figure out a more permanent solution. Pleas to my mom fell on deaf ears, for she too was concerned with her own exciting pregnancy, and a permanent link to the fortune of Mr. Logan Big Balls.

The daily routine was established quickly. Each night when I got home from work, I would make my wife and Logan a snack, for they'd be hungry from making love all day. Then he would take her again somewhere in the house, bending her over in the kitchen to do her from behind, or maybe retreating to the shower for some steamy standing sex. No matter what, this was my time to clean the rest of the house and fix the late dinner.

Often times, my mom joined for dinner, and Logan would laugh and joke with his two pregnant women. Alex, who was tired from a busy time, would then lie down on the couch and watch tv, and Logan would head over to my mom's house for more vicious sensual fucking with her.

Alone with my wife, she would let me feel her belly, telling me how strong she felt the baby was and how much bigger her breasts were already getting. She was happy almost all the time.

When my mom and Alex went shopping, Logan and I would be alone, and he and I would get drunk. He would get boisterous, and make me watch some of his porn tapes in which he unleashed unimaginable torrents of cum onto countless numbers of girls. I became amazed with his cock, and his balls, which he would frequently whip out and swing around.

When my mom and Alex delivered, I spent the next few months with a slew of nannies in my mom's house, raising and taking care of the two baby boys. Logan and the women spent most of their time at his house, fucking in the pool and around the home.

When the kids were old enough to go to school, Alex and I finally sat down and had a talk. She told me that she was silly to suggest we could have a marraige without sex, and that since we weren't fucking, it was time for a divorce.

I begged her not to, to please stay my beautiful wife, and she accepted. But she did not renege on the idea that a married couple must have sex.

This was how I found my way into polyamorous bedroom of Logan, Alex, and my mom. Logan slept on a double king bed, with his two women on each of his side, and soon after, I took up sleeping at the foot of the bed, next to the toes of the three lovers.

At first, my presence in the bedroom was minimal: I bought them drinks and food as Logan plowed into my mother's ass, or helped wipe the jizz off the corner of my wife's mouth. Pretty soon, however, I was fingering Alex's asshole while Logan porked into her, or holding my mom's boobs together so Logan could titty fuck them. 

Logan and his cock and balls were the master of the bedroom, and it became my duty to get him hard before he fucked the women, and help him insert his cock into both my wife's pussy and my mom's. In a while, if the two were feeling lazy, Logan would just impale my mouth on his cock instead of them, jizzing down my throat just as he would Alex or my mom.

When I wasn't with them, I was helping to take care of the two kids spawned on the night long ago.

After years of this lifestyle, we all grew accustomed. I licked the assholes of all three of them, he would spread the three of us on the floor and unleash enormous loads of cum that left us all wet and sticky from head to toe.

When the kids were old enough, they left to expensive boarding school, and I wasn't needed so much anymore. Alex decided it was finally time to divorce me, and I was kicked out of Logan's bedroom for good. These days, I pretty much sit on the couch of Logan's house, cleaning and cooking, and jerking off thinking about what that stud is doing to the my mom and former wife. 



Three



Bo rolled down Highway 59 with the top down, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the CD player. The day was hot, clear, and sunny; a beautiful end of summer day. Bo worked in real estate and the past several years had been tough. He owned an independent agency and when the real estate bubble had burst several years before, his business had nearly gone under. He had survived that and the end of his marriage, brought about when his wife found another guy who still had the money he once had. He had persevered by living frugally, scrambling for what business was there, and draining much of his savings. 

This year had been the best in a while. Business had picked up and Bo had put in a lot of long hours, prospecting for clients and then working hard to close a lot of deals. He had but one employee, Leslee. He had hired her at the beginning of the year when things began to get better. She had been a loan specialist at a local bank for several years before being downsized the prior December. She was young, pretty, and smart, and he had not regretted hiring her. She had helped him navigate more than one deal through the financing process, resulting in more closings, and more money for both of them. Bo had come to rely on her and to trust her judgment. So, when she had sat down in his office and suggested he should take a break Labor Day weekend, he had heard her out. Between the lack of money and the long hours, he hadn't taken any appreciable time off in several years. Bo had to admit that he was tired, and that a short break would probably do him good. When he had agreed that a break would be nice, Leslee immediately dropped a set of keys on his desk. 

"What's this?" he'd asked. 

"The keys to my parents beach house in Gulf Shores," she said with a smile. 

He tried to protest, telling her that he didn't want to inconvenience them, but she had told him that they'd be out of town and had approved of her idea to let him use the house. He hesitated again, but she had persisted, and, reluctantly, he had agreed. 

Now, as he turned on Fort Morgan Road, he couldn't help but smile as he anticipated enjoying the beach and some good seafood. He found the house, pulled in, and unloaded his bag and the groceries he'd brought. The house fronted the beach and sat on stilts. It wasn't large; a living/dining area, kitchen, three small bedrooms, two bathrooms and a screened in porch fronting the beach. He nodded, thinking that it looked like the perfect place to spend a few days. 

Bo unpacked his bag and put his groceries away, then took out a book and went out to the porch. It was hot, but out of direct sun. He flipped on the ceiling fan and pulled out his phone to check his email, but then stopped. Leslee had bet him a steak that he couldn't go the weekend without checking his email or getting online. He smiled, then put the phone away, deciding that this was a bet he would win. He read for a while, and then dozed off. He awoke to the beep of a horn. He stood up, stretched, and looked down to see Leslee and her friend Jackie coming up the stairs. 

"Hey!" Leslee called with a smile. 

"Hey, yourself," Bo responded, trying not to stare. 

Both Leslee and Jackie were wearing tank tops and shorts. They both looked good. Bo knew that Leslee had nice curves. Though she always dressed professionally, she also wore things that made it clear that she was very shapely. 

Bo smiled again and asked, "So what are y'all doing here?"

"We thought you might get into trouble over here with all these wild folks on Labor Day, so we thought we'd come keep you out of trouble," she responded with a grin and a twinkle in her eye. 

Bo laughed, "Yep, as you can see, it's party central here." 

"I know you've got the booze and women hidden here somewhere," Leslee teased, "We'll just have to see what you did with them." 

They all laughed, and walked in the house. The girls set their bags in one of the other bedrooms and began to unpack a small cooler filled with fresh shrimp and several bottles of wine. 

"Now," said Leslee, "we're at the beach and it's gorgeous! Let's go play in the surf for a while." The other two agreed and they all went to change. 

Bo put on his swimsuit and a t-shirt. He was thirty five, but was still fit and trim and, if not for his graying hair, could have passed for ten years younger. He walked out to the porch to wait for the girls. There were people on the beach, but it wasn't crowded. He turned as the girls came out and nearly swallowed his tongue. Both girls were wearing string bikinis. Jackie looked good in hers. She had a flat stomach, medium-sized breasts, and a great butt. Her curly, dirty blonde, hair set off her hazel eyes and was pulled back in a pony tail. Leslee looked even hotter. She also had a flat belly and a nice butt, however, her breasts were much larger. Her top appeared to be struggling to hold them in. She had straight, dark hair, and blue eyes. Both girls were grinning. 

Leslee winked and asked, "See somethin' you like there, sailor?"

Bo blushed and and smiled, looking away.

"Y'all are gonna stop traffic," he quipped.

The girls giggled and then they all headed to the beach. They spent the next hour and a half splashing in the waves and then headed back to the house. Bo started the grill before taking a quick shower. The girls each showered and then they all set to work on dinner. Bo cooked some of the shrimp and some corn he had bought on the grill. The girls boiled the rest of the shrimp, then peeled and chilled them while they made a salad and opened the wine. 

It was a delicious, enjoyable meal, accompanied by lots of wine, laughter and conversation. After dinner, they cleaned up and all went and sat on the porch to finish up the wine. Jackie had eaten the least and drank the most and appeared to be quite tipsy. Leslee and Bo teased her and they all laughed. 

About ten, they all began to wind down. Leslee suggested a movie and they went in and picked Oceans 11. Bo sat in a recliner and the girls shared the sofa. About forty minutes in, Bo looked over and saw Jackie fighting to stay awake. She was struggling mightily to keep her eyes open and her head was beginning to bob. Leslee smiled and began to stroke Jackie's hair. This only intensified Jackie's drowsiness and her eyelids seemed to get even heavier as her head began to nod further. Each time her head would loll, she would jerk awake, and Leslee would resume stroking her hair. After several minutes of this, Leslee gently pulled Jackie's head to her shoulder. In seconds, Jackie's head drooped to a rest on Leslee's breast. Bo found it mesmerizing and rather erotic. He felt himself getting an erection, which grew harder when Leslee, seemingly engrossed in the movie, began to stroke Jackie's thigh with her other hand. After several minutes of this, Jackie gave a snort and awoke with a start. They all chuckled, and stretched, and Leslee patted Jackie's leg and said, "I think we better get to bed. It's past Miss Jackie's bedtime."

Jackie mumbled something incoherent, but stretched and stood and stumbled rather unsteadily toward the second bedroom. Bo turned off the DVD and hoped that his erection had eased off enough not to be noticed. He turned out the lights as Leslee set their glasses in the kitchen. 

"Sleep tight," she cooed, patting his arm on the way by. 

"You too," he said. "Glad y'all came today." 

Leslee didn't say anything, but smiled and winked as she followed Jackie into the second bedroom. Bo went to his room, brushed his teeth, stripped to his shorts and went to bed. It had been a good day. He smiled as his mind began to drift; it was good to get away and he was glad for the company. He heard the girls laughing in his mind and smiled as he turned over. It took him a minute to realize that he really had heard them giggling. He had thought that Jackie would be out like a light, but apparently not. He again heard soft giggling and another sound he couldn't identify. He opened his eyes and through his partially open door could see a light coming from the girls' room. 

He smiled and closed his eyes, thinking how silly the two were together. He heard them giggle again and again heard another sound he couldn't identify; a sigh perhaps, or a groan. Then he heard the bed creak followed by more soft giggles and what he now was fairly sure were sighs and moans. Bo was wide awake now and his cock was beginning to swell as his mind began to imagine the two of them kissing and touching each other. He wanted to know what they were doing; wanted to see if they were doing what he thought they were. No, he thought, nothing good could come from going over there. The practical side of him warned him to stay in bed, but that side was gravely outmatched by the part of him that hadn't had sex in two years. Quietly, he rose and padded quietly to his door. He pushed it open gently and tiptoed across the living room until he was just outside the girls' bedroom. 

The site that greeted him took his breath away. The girls were lying on the bed, facing each other in an embrace as they kissed and petted. Both were wearing only panties. As Bo watched, Jackie lay back and Leslee straddled her. Jackie softly stroked Leslee's cheek with her fingertips as Leslee began to rub and squeeze her own big, soft titties. Jackie groaned and her mouth opened as Leslee lowered her right nipple to her. Bo watched as Jackie's tongue flickered over the taut nipple and Leslee let out a soft moan. It was all he could do not to moan too. Jackie's hands began to caress and squeeze Leslee's breasts as she sucked deeply on her nipple. Leslee moaned and began to grind against Jackie. 

Bo couldn't breathe and his cock was as hard as a rock. Jackie moved her mouth to Leslee's left nipple, teasing and sucking it. Leslee's right hand went into her panties and she began to stroke herself. Jackie's hands moved to Leslee's back and then down, slipping into her panties and beginning to squeeze and knead Leslee's ass. Bo's hand moved unconsciously to his cock, rubbing it slowly through the thin fabric of his shorts. Jackie now began to pull Leslee's panties down. Leslee responded by pulling her legs together and helping Jackie push them off. Then, she reached down and began to tug at Jackie's. Jackie raised her hips, and in one swift motion, Leslee pulled them off. Leslee stroked Jackie's cheek and then leaned over and kissed her deeply, pressing herself into Jackie and entwining their legs. After a moment, Leslee raised up and began to rub her breasts down Jackie's torso. For a moment, their erect nipples brushed and both gasped. Leslee gently kneaded Jackie's nipples with her thumbs as she continued to move down. Jackie was breathing faster, her chest rising and falling as Leslee began to kiss her belly and hips. Her legs spread and Leslee bent her head to Jackie's sex and began to lick. Jackie moaned and let her head loll to the side. She took a deep breath and then her eyes opened and she looked up and saw Bo, her eyes locking with his. She held his gaze for a moment, smiled and winked, and then closed her eyes again to focus on the pleasure building in her loins. Bo froze, then backed away and returned to his room, feeling guilty, but wanting badly to see the end of the tryst he had witnessed. Jackie's moans were becoming louder and louder and Bo felt as if his cock were going to explode it was so hard. After several minutes, Jackie's moans suddenly stopped for a moment, only to be replaced by her screams of pleasure as Leslee took her over the edge. It was all Bo could do not to jack off. It wouldn't have taken much, but he held off and soon the house was quiet once more. It took another half hour for Bo's erection to fully deflate and for his mind to relax enough for sleep to come, but even then, the scene found it's way into his dreams. 

He slept deeply, dreaming of the scene he had witnessed. His mind put him in the scene and in his mind he heard Jackie whisper, "Did you like what you saw?" 

Bo smiled and his cock twitched and began to grow once more. In his dream, he heard again, "Bo, did you like what you saw last night?"

He grunted and rolled over and his hand felt something warm and soft. Her voice came again, "Did you like it, Bo?" 

This time his eyes fluttered open and he realized with a start that Jackie was lying beside him. It was early, gray light filtering through the window, but even in the dimness he could see that she was naked. 

Bo's mouth was so dry he couldn't speak, but he nodded as his eyes moved over her body. Jackie gently stroked his hair and face as his cock continued to swell. Her fingertips teased down his neck and chest and lightly over the tent in his shorts before coming to rest on his thigh. She leaned in and kissed him gently. He swallowed hard and his eyes must have inadvertently gone to the door. 

Jackie smiled, "She sleeps hard. With her door and this one closed, and the sound of the waves, she won't hear a thing." Her hand moved back up and her fingertips resumed stroking the tent over his erection. Tentatively, Bo reached up and stroked her face with the back of his hand. With her free hand, she took his fingers and kissed them, before taking his middle finger in her mouth and sucking on it, letting her tongue swirl over it sensuously. Bo moaned softly and his cock throbbed. 

Jackie sat up and began to tug on his shorts. "We need to get these off," she said softly. Bo raised his hips and helped her push them down. She sat between his legs, letting her eyes move over his body. Without a word, she leaned over and kissed him deeply, pressing herself against him. Her body felt so good against his. His hands moved down her back and found her ass, squeezing it and rubbing it. She began to rotate her hips, moving them in his hands and pressing her warm sex against his cock. He moaned again, swatting her ass playfully. She smiled as she broke the kiss and began to kiss down his torso; moving from his neck to his chest to his belly. As she did, her breasts pressed against his erection and he moaned again. 

Jackie bent forward slightly and began to lick and kiss his throbbing shaft. 

"Oh, god," he breathed as she looked up at him and slowly took his head in her mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to force back the urge to cum. She began to kiss and lick his head lightly as her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft. 

"Jackie," he breathed, "oh, Jackie". She seemed to sense how close he was, and after a few moments she stopped and stood up. His eyes popped open, and for a moment, he was afraid she was going to leave. Instead, she moved back to the head of the bed and reclined beside him. 

"I've seen how you look at my ass," she said softly, "would you like to fuck me from behind?"

Bo smiled and nodded as he sat up. Jackie leaned in and kissed him again and he let his hands move over her, this time moving one down to find her sex. It was warm to the touch and as he began to rub, he quickly found it to be wet. 

"It's ready for you," she purred and stood and leaned over the side of the bed. The bed was a little higher than most, and as she was rather short, it gave her a comfortable way to position herself for him. Bo stood and moved in behind her. His hands rubbed her hips and back and then slid around to cup her breasts as he began to stroke his shaft against her sex. It felt good and soon, her wetness covered him. 

"Do it," she breathed, "Fuck me."

Bo grabbed her hips and positioned them and then guided his shaft into her. They both groaned as he easily slid inside her. He went in deep and just stayed for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having her impaled. Then he withdrew, almost all the way, using slow, shallow strokes and letting the engorged head of his cock pleasure her. Jackie let out a loan moan and began to move her hips in rhythm with his, meeting his thrusts with her own. Without either of them saying a word, the tempo and depth increased; slowly at first, and then with increasing fervor. Bo was panting and trying to hold off the urge to cum a little longer. Jackie was gasping and moaning, softly begging him to keep going. Suddenly, she looked back at him with a look of lust and, with him buried deeply in her, she began to shake her hips, twerking with him buried in her. 

Bo gasped and moaned at the intense pleasure the increased friction gave his penis. He grabbed Jackie's hips and began to thrust with all his might. Suddenly, she seemed to freeze and Bo felt her internal muscles spasm as she buried her face in the bed sheet and screamed her release. It was far more than Bo could take and with shout of pleasure, he came. His body stiffened and his head flew back as he shot into Jackie's pussy. They both groaned and shook as Bo continued to thrust into her, kneading her big, soft ass as he pumped his seed into her. 

After several moments, she softly said, "Pull out." Bo did and Jackie pulled herself up on the bed and lay on her back. Bo covered her and they both sighed as he slipped his still erect cock back into her. They lay there for a few minutes cuddling and kissing. 

After several minutes, he pulled out and rolled onto his back and she snuggled up against him. 

"Thank you," he breathed. 

She smiled and giggled softly, then without a word, rose and went back to her room. Bo lay there for several moments dozing and remembering. He had not expected this, but it had been a welcome release. Soon, he rose, cleaned up and then quietly went outside. It was still early and was relatively cool, so he decided to go for a run. He felt relaxed and rested and enjoyed his run along the sand. After about thirty minutes, he returned to find both girls in the kitchen cooking crab meat omelets, which smelled great. 

"Good morning," smiled Leslee, "did you sleep well?"

Bo wasn't quite sure what to say, so he stuck with the safe answer, "Sure did. How 'bout you?"

"Like a rock," was her reply, giving no hint at what had transpired between her and Jackie or Jackie and him, "Lookin' forward to a fun day! Why don't you get a shower and then we'll eat."

Bo agreed and after a quick shower, returned to find breakfast on the table and coffee being poured. The girls were chatting gaily as they had the night before with no mention of what had transpired during the night. Bo relaxed and joined in the conversation as he enjoyed the breakfast. The girls suggested going to the beach before it got too hot and Bo readily agreed. After finishing breakfast, they all put on their swimsuits and headed for the beach. 

It was another chamber of commerce day and they frolicked in the surf, threw around a Frisbee, and laughed a lot. After several hours, the beach had become crowded and the sun quite hot, so they headed back, showered, and ate a light lunch. The girls wanted to go shopping. Bo rolled his eyes, but agreed to go when they promised to limit their time and then go to dinner at the Bayside Grille, one of his favorite seafood spots. 

The afternoon passed quickly enough. Bo wandered in and out of bookstores and electronic stores while the girls shopped for clothes at the Tanger Outlets. At the agreed upon time, Bo met them at the car and his jaw dropped. The girls, who had come in t-shirts and shorts, were wearing stunning sundresses. The dresses were backless with straps that tied behind the neck. They were low cut and showed off both girls' curves stunningly. 

"I take it you like our dresses," Leslee said with a wink. 

Bo nodded, "Y'all make those look good!" 

They all laughed and then Bo frowned, "One problem. I'm under dressed now!"

"We thought of that," Leslee replied, pulling a Panama shirt and a pair of slacks out of a bag, "Don't forget that I've picked up your dry cleaning for a year!"





Three



Bo thanked her and took the clothes into the restroom and changed quickly. When he returned, the girls made a show of checking him out and they all had a good laugh. They drove down Canal Road to the Bayside Grill as the sun began to set. There was a crowd, but they managed to get a table overlooking the marina. They ordered a bottle of wine and some fresh fish dishes. It was a perfect night. The food was delicious and the atmosphere perfect with the boats coming in and the lights of the marina beginning to twinkle. They lingered over dessert as they finished the wine, then headed back to the house. The girls wanted to walk on the beach, so they parked, left their shoes at the foot of the stairs, and headed down to the surf line. The strolled down the beach for about half an hour before turning around and coming back as the moon rose. When they got back to the house, Leslee put on the movie and Jackie opened another bottle of wine. They all took the same seats from the previous night. Tonight, the movie was a romantic comedy that the girls seemed excited about and Bo tolerated. About an hour and several more glasses of wine in, both girls were having trouble staying awake. Leslee had her head on the back of the sofa and her eyelids were drooping lower and lower. Jackie was leaning back against the opposite corner and her head was bobbing and her eyelids fluttering. Bo watched them with a smile. Within ten minutes, Leslee's mouth was wide open and she was snoring softly, and Jackie's head had rolled to the side and her right arm hung limp off the side of the sofa. Bo stood and stretched, took his glass and quietly walked out to the porch. 

He sat down and looked out at the blinking lights and listened to the sound of the waves crashing. There was a light breeze and Bo let out a sigh of contentment. He sipped his wine and let his mind wander. After a while, he dozed off. He was awakened an hour later by the sound of the door closing and looked up to see Leslee coming outside. She had the wine bottle and her glass, and she set them on the table before dropping into the chair beside him. She motioned with the bottle and he nodded. She refilled both their glasses. 

"Have a good nap?" he asked softly. 

"Um hmm," she said with a smile. 

"Where's Jackie?" he asked. 

"On the couch snoring," Leslee said, "Between the sun and wine she's out cold." 

Bo smiled and nodded. "It's been a good day," he said. 

"Yes," she agreed, "it has. I'm glad you are enjoying it. You needed a break." As she said that, she reached over and gently touched his arm. 

He nodded, sipping his wine, "Yeah, I did. You're a great assistant. Thanks for making me look good and for taking care of me. You really are the best."

She smiled shyly and squeezed his arm softly as she drained her wine glass. She took the bottle and filled both their glasses again. They sat quietly for a while enjoying the evening and sipping their wine. 

After a time, she looked at him and said with a little slur in her voice "I hope you didn't mind us crashing your weekend." 

He chuckled, feeling the wine a bit himself, "No. I didn't mind. It's been a lot more fun than it would have. Y'all are a lot of fun. Silly, but fun."

Leslee grinned at that, and then looked at him and said, "We just wanted to make sure you relaxed. You can be kind of uptight at times, ya know." This last was said with a wink. 

"Me?" he feigned surprise, "Uptight? No!" He laughed again as he emptied his glass. He reached for the wine bottle with his left hand just as Leslee reached for it with her right. There hands touched and hers took his and squeezed it. He returned the squeeze as their eyes met. She took the bottle and sipped from it, then handed it to him. He took a pull and then set it back down on the table. Their eyes were still locked and Bo felt his heart begin to beat faster. 

She licked her lips, and said softly, "You look kind of tense right now." This last was followed by a meaningful glance at the crotch of his slacks. 

Bo swallowed hard even as he felt his cock begin to tighten. Leslee reached over and put her hand on the inside of his left thigh. He shivered. 

"Could I help you relax now?" she cooed, "I think I know how."

Bo couldn't speak; he just nodded. Leslee stood, picked up the wine bottle and a bottle of sun tan oil, and took his hand. He rose and followed her. She motioned for him to pick up a lounge chair. He did and they walked a short distance to a set of dunes. They stopped and he set up the chair facing the ocean. She motioned for him to sit down and recline the chair about half way. He did, and she nestled in beside him. She took a long pull from the wine bottle, then handed it to him and he did the same, then set it down in the sand beside the chair. Leslee leaned in and kissed him softly, then began to nuzzle his neck as her hands began to move over his him. He had one hand around her waist, and with it, he began to stroke her back and fondle her ass. He used the other to stroke her face and then ran the back of his hand slowly down the front of her body. She sighed as she continued to lick and kiss his neck. Her ministrations made him squirm as her hand found his crotch. He was already woody, and as she began to rub, he quickly got hard. 

Suddenly, she sat up and straddled the chair, facing him. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Bo's breathing quickened as he began to squeeze them through the thin fabric of the sundress. She watched him, then reached over, found the wine bottle and took another pull. Then she put the bottle to his lips. He took a swallow and some dripped from his mouth. She set the bottle down and leaned in to lick the wine off his neck. Then she began to unbutton his shirt, licking up the drops of wine that had gone down his collar. He was very hard now, the head of his cock pressing against his slacks. Leslee reached down and traced the rim of his cock head with her fingertip as her mouth found his and they kissed passionately. His hands had never left her breasts and now he could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric. He teased them lightly and she moaned softly into his mouth. 

Leslee broke the kiss and pressed closer, licking his earlobe and whispering softly, "I want to pleasure you. Let me give you what you want."

Bo nodded and Leslee pushed back again, taking another pull from the wine and giving him another too. She reached down and took his hands in hers, bringing them to her mouth and kissing them before moving them to the back of her neck and placing them on the tie of her dress. Bo grasped the strings and pulled, untying the knot and letting the strings drop. She smiled and looked down at the now sagging dress. Bo's hands move to the top of the dress and slowly pulled it over the swell of her breasts, letting it drop to her waist. 

For a moment, Bo just stared. He'd known Leslee's breast were big. She couldn't hide that, nor did she try. He loved the way they swayed as she moved. Leslee watched him, then leaned in again, pressing her breasts against his bare chest and kissing him. Her hand reached down and found his zipper, trying in vain to pull it over his erection. Bo reached down and helped, sliding it down as she undid the button and unhooked his belt. He raised his hips as she pushed his pants down around his ankles. His cock was rigid standing straight up and she reached down and squeezed the shaft, letting her fingertips slide down to his balls and tease them lightly. He moaned at her touch. 

She sat back away from him again, pointed to the chair, and whispered, "Lay it back further." 

Bo complied, lowering the back of the chair until it was just above horizontal. Leslee straddled him, just above his erection and let her breasts hang like ripe fruit just in front of his mouth. Bo took them in his hands and began to squeeze and fondle them as his tongue began to lick over them, finding the aureola and then the bud of the nipple. He teased it with his tongue, then took it in his lips and sucked it deeply, flicking it fiercely now. She moaned and pressed her crotch against his erection, grinding against it as he moved to minister to her other nipple. She ground herself against him as he licked and sucked, his hands now moving down, searching for her panties through the dress gathered around her waist. 

She took his hands and held them, pushing back again, and whispering, "No, baby. Tonight is for you." With that she adjusted her body so that her breasts hung just below his cock and she could easily reach it with her mouth. 

Bo moaned softly as she again began to rub his shaft, and he shivered as her warm tongue touched the head of his cock and began to circle it. Bo closed his eyes and lay back as Leslee's mouth closed gently around his head, her tongue licking steadily as her hand squeezed and jacked his rigid shaft. He moaned again as she began to slowly take more of his shaft in her mouth, moving her head up and down as she sucked and licked. She used only her mouth now as her hand groped to find the sun tan oil. Finding it, she continued to suck him, his shaft throbbing, his balls tightening. She felt his hands tightening on the back of her head, and judging that she had taken him as close as she could, she released him from her mouth and sat back. 

Bo's eyes shot open and he pushed himself up, his chest heaving, rasping, "No, don't stop baby!"

Leslee smiled and whispered, "Trust me."

As Bo watched, she opened the sun tan oil and turned it up over her breasts. She moved the bottle side to side, letting the fragrant oil cover her breasts and drip down onto her belly. Then, her eyes locked on his, she set the bottle aside, and began to knead her breasts seductively. He reached up and began to knead them too. She smiled and poured more oil, the slick liquid covering both their hands. 

After a moment, she gently pushed his hands away and whispered, "Now, hands by your sides." 

Bo complied, not quite sure what she was up to. His erection had diminished only slightly, and as her mouth returned to his cock, it quickly stiffened again. She sucked his head harder this time, finding the most sensitive places and pressing on them with her tongue as her head bobbed up and down more quickly. Bo groaned and his hips bucked as she sucked him. He was again getting close when she released him once more. His eyes opened again and this time what he saw almost made him cum immediately. Leslee was leaning over him, her hands on her breasts, positioning his cock in the valley between them. She squeezed her breasts shut on his shaft, rubbing them together, covering his shaft with oil. Then slowly, she began to move up and down, jacking his shaft with them. Each time his head popped out, she would lick it, then let it slide back down. 

Bo's chest was heaving and his heart pounding at the sight and feel of what Leslee was doing. He began to buck his hips, matching her movements with his own thrusts. In only a few moments, he was on the verge, plunging in and out of her cleavage desparately. She felt him losing control as his moans became louder and his body could no longer hold back his release. As she sensed him going over the edge, she pulled away slightly, and grabbed his shaft, jacking it even as she felt it buck. Bo cried out with pleasure as his penis shot off in Leslee's hand. One after another, three long strands of cum erupted onto her breasts and chest, followed by more smaller ones that shot onto her chest and neck and covered her hand. 

"Oh, yes," he moaned, "Leslee, yes, umm! Oh, fuck yes, yes!"

Leslee released him as his orgasm began to subside and stood quickly, shoving her panties and dress to the ground and straddling him again. Quickly, she lowered herself onto his still erect shaft. To his surprise, she was wet and immediately impaled herself on him. She leaned over him, and began to grind. Still erect, he thrust against her and she began to moan. Her breasts bounced against his chest as she thrust herself down against him again and again. She was hot and tight and within just a few minutes, he felt her pussy clamp down on his shaft and she stiffened and arched her back. For a moment, nothing came out of her open mouth, and then she screamed in pleasure and began slamming her pussy down on him, moaning and crying with pleasure. Slowly, she came down, letting her body rest on his, their sexes still connected. 

Bo just lay there smiling, holding her, enjoying the afterglow as much as he ever had. 

She stirred on top of him and slurred, "You relax'n now, baby?" 

"Yes," he whispered, "Thank you." 

She looked up at him and smiled drowsily and winked. 

"Come on," he said gently helping her up, "Don't want some little kid to find us like this in the morning."

They arose, got their clothes, and stumbled back to the house, Bo half carrying her. When they got back, he guided her to the bathroom and quickly and lovingly cleaned the cum and oil from her chest before guiding her into her room and laying her down on her pillow. She was out immediately. Bo was exhausted too and stopped only to cover Jackie with a blanket before stumbling to his room and collapsing into a deep sleep. 

Sunday morning, they all slept late. Bo arose about 9am and took a shower. He wandered out into the living room to find Jackie gone and heard the heard the shower running in the second bath. He peeked into the bedroom where Leslee was and found her still sound asleep. Smiling, he fixed coffee and prepared some fruit and bagels. After a few minutes, Jackie came out, stretching and yawning. Bo smiled and greeted her and fixed her a plate of food. They chatted amicably over breakfast before heading out to the porch to finish their coffee. Leslee finally arose and showered and joined them on the porch with a plate of food and a mug of steaming coffee. 

"Morning sleepy head," Jackie teased with a smile, "You sure slept in. Did you stay up too late or what?"

Leslee studied her plate with a demure smile, and said coyly, "It was so pretty, I took a late night walk on the beach." 

"That's kind of dangerous isn't it? Out that late by yourself?" Jackie asked.

Leslee blushed slightly and said softly, "Who said I went by myself."

Jackie looked from Bo to Leslee and back and smiled, then suddenly changed the subject, "So, what are we lazy bums going to do today?"

The forecast called for rain in the afternoon, so they decided to go to the beach for a little while in the morning. They all changed and headed to the beach, enjoying another day in the surf. It was hotter and more crowded than the day before, so after about an hour, they headed back and cleaned up and then went out to The Oyster House for Po-Boys. While they were there, they decided to pick up some food at the store so they wouldn't have to get out again in the event that it stormed. They picked up steaks and the trimmings, plus more wine and what they needed to make margaritas By the time they headed home, it was nearly 3pm and they could hear thunder. About the time they got in the house, the bottom fell out and it began to rain. They put the food in the fridge except for the margarita ingredients. 

"I've been here two days and I haven't had a margarita," said Jackie, "I'm making one. Anyone else?" Bo and Leslee shrugged and agreed. As the blender whirred, they decided to play Phase 10. They got out the cards and dealt just as Jackie finished the drinks. 

She brought them each a glass and then raised hers in a toast: "To long weekends, good friends, and good times. Cheers!"

They clinked glasses and each took a big gulp of their drink. Leslee immediately coughed, her eyes bugging out as she swallowed. 

"Dear God, girl, how much tequila did you put in here?" she gasped. 

"A lot," said Jackie with a grin. "I made enough for everyone to have two," she said, taking a long pull from her glass.

They began the game, playing and laughing and drinking. After two hours, they had all finished two margaritas Bo had a strong buzz and the girls were drunk. The Phase 10 game had come to a close and the rain was still pouring outside as another squall moved in. 

"New game!" Leslee cried, grabbing the cards, "Poker!"

Jackie stumbled back from the bathroom and said, "Poker? That's boring! If you wanna play that, we're gonna play strip poker!" She said this last with a provocative look and a wicked, drunken grin. 

Bo and Leslee giggled and agreed. Jackie went to the counter, opened a new bottle of tequila, and brought it to the table. "When someone loses a hand, they remove a piece of clothing. If someone folds, they take a drink," she said with a grin. Again, Bo and Leslee agreed and Jackie dealt the first hand. The game progressed quickly and soon, all of them were in their underwear. Bo had lost fewer hands and, so was a tad more sober, but was still only in boxers. The girls were down to bras and panties and Bo was trying not to stare. As the current hand wound down, Leslee folded and Jackie lost to Bo. 

"Damn," she said with a grin. As Leslee took a pull from the bottle, Jackie stood and walked over to Bo. With feigned shyness, she cooed, " You're going to have to help me get this off. I can't get it in my drunken state." 

With that, she grinned devilishly and sat on his lap. Leslee looked on with a crooked smile as Bo unhooked Jackie's bra and slowly pushed it down her arms. As he did, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers. He let the garment drop and she rose and turned and made a show of bowing to him, giving him a full view of her swaying tits. 

"Thank you, sir," she said with a grin and returned to her seat. 

The next hand was won by Jackie. Bo had folded and Leslee lost. Bo took the bottle and took a drink as Leslee rose unsteadily, and with a drunken grin, went and sat on Jackie's lap, giving Bo a wink as she went. Jackie giggled and unhooked Leslee's bra, then reached up and gently pulled the straps down, letting it fall to the floor as her ample breasts spilled out. Bo stared and felt his cock begin to tighten. Leslee turned and gave Jackie a peck on the cheek, before returning to her seat. No one spoke as the next hand was dealt. It was a bad hand. Both Jackie and Bo folded, and took a drink. The following hand, Bo won, with Leslee losing and Jackie folding. Leslee grinned and stood and moved around the table to Bo. He swallowed hard as she turned away from him and slurred, "Cou' you hel' me get these pani's off, please sir?" 

They all giggled and the girls watched expectantly as Bo reached up and gently slid Leslee's panties over her hips and let them drop to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at him, and then bent at the waist and picked them up, wiggling her ass at him playfully before returning unsteadily to her seat. Bo's cock twitched again, and he hoped he wouldn't' have a woody if he lost. 

The following hand saw Bo and Leslee fold and drink. Then, on the next one, Leslee folded, leaving Jackie and Bo. Bo looked at his cards and decided Jackie was bluffing and called. He was wrong. Both girls got big grins on their faces and looked at him expectantly. With a grin, Bo rose and moved to Jackie. 

"Could you help me with these please, sweetheart?" he said with feigned seriousness. Jackie grinned like a cat and reached for the top of his boxers, slowly pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Bo bent over like Leslee had and shook his ass at Jackie as he picked them up. They all laughed as he returned to his seat. 

Jackie jumped up and shouted, "I win!" and proceeded to dance around the table. They all laughed. Then, she stopped and said with great seriousness, "I don't want y'all to feel awkward, so, I'm gonna take my panties off too." And with that she shoved her panties to the floor, bent at the waist to get them and wiggled her ass at both of them. They all giggled again.




Three



Then, Jackie stood up and proclaimed, "Since I won, I get to pick the next game." Bo and Leslee groaned. "This one's easier," she said with a grin, "we're gon' play spin the bottle." Both Bo and Leslee protested as she retrieved an empty wine bottle and set it on the table. "I spin first," she said, giving it a spin. The bottle spun and slowed, finally pointing to Leslee. Jackie grinned and leaned over and kissed Leslee softly on the cheek. Leslee smiled, shrugged, and spun. When the bottle stopped, it was pointing at Bo. She leaned over and gave him a peck, her swaying breasts, brushing his arm as she did. Bo smiled, trying to will his cock not to get hard. It twitched slightly as if a small charge had gone through him. He spun the bottle and it fell to Jackie. He leaned over, intending to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head so that their lips brushed. She smiled at him as he leaned back, and spun again. It pointed at Bo again. Jackie leaned in and kissed his lips again, teasing them with her tongue. Bo's cock twitched again, rolling, to the side and getting slightly longer. He was sure Jackie noticed as she gave him a grin. He said nothing, but spun again. This time, it fell to Leslee, and he leaned over. She turned her face to his and as they kissed, she let her hand slide lightly up his thigh and back. His penis unfurled more and the girls shared a look. Leslee spun now, and it fell to Jackie. She leaned over and Jackie met her halfway as they kissed briefly, but deeply. Jackie spun again, and it fell to Leslee. She leaned over and the two kissed deeply; a lingering passionate, kiss. Bo's cock began to rise. Jackie spun and this time it fell to Bo. She got on all fours and leaned in, kissing him deeply, gently brushing her fingertips over his chest, down his belly, brushing his shaft as she pulled back. His heart was pounding and his cock at half mast as he spun. It fell to Leslee. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, leaning in so that her tits brushed the head of his swelling cock. He leaned back and looked at Jackie and saw that she had her hand between her legs. No one said anything for a long moment, and then Leslee rose, turned toward the bedroom and beckoned them to follow. 

The bedroom was crowded with the three of them in the small room. Leslee put her arms around both of them and they shared a hug and kisses. Then, she motioned for Bo to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard and he complied. As he watched, Leslee and Jackie faced each other and kissed passionately, their hands running over each others bodies hungrily. They continued this for several minutes, and then lay down on either side of him. They turned so that one was lying against both of his sides and began to kiss each other across him. Their breasts were pressing against him and he could hear their soft moans and feel their warm breath. He sighed with pleasure. Then, they began to kiss down his torso, dragging their breasts against him as they went. When they reached his crotch, Jackie took his head in her lips and began to suck lightly as Leslee began to squeeze and jack on his shaft. The girls kissed over his cock, their tongues flirting with each other over his aching penis. 

The girls raised up and kissed again. Then, Leslee lay back beside Bo and Jackie moved between her legs. They kissed again as Bo rolled on his side and begin to touch and caress them. Jackie kissed Leslee and then began to lick down her body, paying special attention to her breasts, then moving lower. By the time she got to Leslee's sex, Leslee's legs were parted and she pulled Jackie's mouth to her, begging her to lick it. Jackie was skilled and Leslee was quite horny as evidenced by the short time it took for Leslee to orgasm. She bucked and moaned her release, moaning Jackie's name as she climaxed. It took all Bo could do not to cum right then. It was so sensual. 

Jackie sat up and moved over to sit on Bo's lap. She looked at him with desire, and began to kiss him. He returned her kisses passionately, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest and the feel of her ass in his hands. The feel of her moist sex was divine as she pressed her pussy against his shaft and ground against it. Jackie shifted her position and Bo slipped easily into her. They both let out moans of pleasure and began to move together. Bo was about to lose control, when Jackie suddenly pulled back and off of him, guided by Leslee. She guided Jackie to lie down between them and began to kiss her. Bo turned and began to kiss Jackie's right breast as his hand moved down between her legs. She moaned as he began to stroke her pussy. His fingers quickly slid inside and found her clit. He stroked firmly and steadily, slowly increasing the tempo as Leslee continued to kiss and fondle her. Jackie began to thrust her pussy against Bo's hand, groaning and pushing against him as she reached her climax. Without warning, her whole body stiffened and she breathed deeply and then screamed with pleasure. Her body bucked against Bo's hand, writhing with pleasure. Bo let her down slowly even as Leslee began to kiss lower, moving over Jackie's stomach and hips. 

Jackie's chest was heaving as she watched Leslee; her eyes wild with lust. Leslee's head went down and she began to lick and rub Jackie again. Bo leaned over and kissed Jackie passionately. She returned it with fervor, kissing him deeply, hungrily. He could feel her beginning to respond to Leslee, her body moving to meet Leslee's tongue. She growled deep in her throat, a primal sound of lust and desperation as she felt the second wave coming on. It crashed over her and she let out a long, low cry of pleasure, begging Leslee not to stop. Finally, Leslee brought her back down. Bo stroked her hair and watched her face. Every bit of tension was gone. Leslee moved up on the other side of her and laid her breast against Jackie's cheek. Within several minutes, Jackie's eyelids were drooping. She tried to fight it, but the combination of her double orgasm and the alcohol made it a losing battle. Her head lolled against Leslee's breast. Her eyes closed and breathing became deep and regular. Leslee looked at Bo and smiled as she rose and padded to the door, beckoning him to follow. 

They stumbled across the living room to his bedroom and she turned to face him. He nodded and guided her back to the bed. She lay down and he knelt over her letting his eyes move over her body. He took her arms and spread them, placing a pillow over each. She looked at him questioningly and he mouthed, "Trust me." 

She nodded as he leaned over and kissed her deeply. He kissed down her neck, over her magnificent breasts and then over her tummy. As he neared her pussy, he heard her groan with anticipation as she let her legs fall open. Bo looked up and made eye contact as he began to gently rub her pussy. It was moist and warm and opened easily to his touch. He began to fuck her with his fingertips, gently and not too deep as his tongue searched for her clit. Finding it, he began to circle it slowly. Leslee's breathing was ragged and she was groaning as he continued to minister to her. He could feel her passion rising and he increased the tempo. Her hips were bucking up at his face now as she neared the top. When he felt she could take no more, he pulled out and looked up. 

"No!" she whimpered, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" 

"I want to cum in you," he whispered as he moved up and positioned himself over her. 

"Yes," she moaned, "Yes!" 

He put his head against her pussy and pressed and it sank in easily. Both of them moaned as her wetness enveloped his throbbing member. He went all the way in, putting minimal friction on the head of his cock while using the pressure of his body to continue to drive her toward orgasm. It worked. Leslee immediately began to moan as he moved inside her. She pushed against him, the pressure of his shaft against her clit becoming more than she could take. She bucked and cried out as she came. As she did, he pulled back and began to piston his cock in and out of her, pounding her pussy, her breasts shaking with each thrust. Bo wanted, needed to fill this beautiful creature with his cum and it wasn't long until he could wait no longer. He drew it out as long as he could, tensing his muscles for one, two more thrusts. 

"Uhh, ohhhh YES!" he cried, "Yes, baby, oh Leslee!"

His cock seemed to burst, load after hot thick load shooting into her. She squeezed her inner muscles, milking his cock, the pleasure more than he had ever felt. It lasted several minutes and when it ended, he lay atop her, his cock still buried in her, his face next to hers on the pillow. She kissed him softly, her eyes glassy. He returned the kiss drowsily. 

"You're the best," she mumbled as she drifted off. Bo smiled as he too fell asleep, letting his head rest on one of her soft breasts. What a weekend. Mmmm.



Three



The sounds from the next room woke her slowly, lazily drawing her out of her hazy alcohol-induced dreams, arousing her even before she was fully aware of what she could hear. She slipped a finger into the soft, smooth folds between her legs, rubbing gently as she opened her eyes to the dark room, now fully aware of the moaning and creaking of the bed in the room next to hers. 

She lay listening, with a smile, to the low sounds of the voices mingling, the softer, higher pitched one that belonged to her red-haired friend, and the deeper growl of her friend's ex-boyfriend. It had been nice of him to let them stay at his place while they were in town, and she smiled now at how the two girls had joked on the way up about "ex-sex" and the irresistible appeal that it held.

When they had gotten home from the club he had already been asleep in bed and the two girls had sat on the couch and had had a long heartfelt confessional, like only the drunk can truly do. When they had both finally decided to head to bed, she'd given her friend a strong hug, and it had been returned with a kiss on the lips which, if she hadn't been mistaken, had lingered slightly longer than it should have. 

Now, lying in bed listening to the moans of the girl in the next room, she ran her tongue over her lips, remembering the soft, slightly moist feel of the kiss. She stroked herself more firmly now, her fingers wet and hot, sliding faster over her engorged clitoris, feeling the heat ripple like waves down her thighs and up through her stomach. Her heart beat faster now as she closed her eyes, trying to imagine the scene in the bed on the other side of the wall. 

Faster she rubbed, keeping rhythm with the quickening pace of the activities in the other room, biting her knuckles to stifle her own gasps, wanting to hear their moans of pleasure. She could feel the pleasure overtaking her, the wetness dripping down her inner thighs, but she fought to hold back, precariously on the verge of her orgasm, until the luscious sound of her friend crying out pushed her over the edge, sending electrifying pulses through her whole body. 

She lay spread-eagle on the bed, letting her heartbeat slow, realizing she was thirsty but unsure if her legs could carry her in their weakened state. A shiver ran through her still tingling body, and she realized that she was still aroused. 

Slowly she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for her cotton nightshirt and pulling it over her head. She slipped silently past the open door of the other bedroom to the bathroom, where she had a drink and splashed cool water on her hot cheeks. When she opened the bathroom door, she realized with a pleasant surprise that she had a direct view of the bed where the two figures lay softly talking. 

The curtains were not closed all the way, and the streetlight outside faintly illuminated the room, casting a beam of light across the creamy white breasts of the girl laying on top of the sheets. She watched him run his finger start at the chin and trail down through the valley between the two firm mounds with their erect nipples, tracing a path over the flat stomach to the shadowy land below. She watched her friend arch her back and fondle her own breasts as he slid his hands between her legs, leaning down to kiss her stomach. 

She leaned her head against the doorway, taking in the scene: long painted fingernails running through his dark hair as he worked his way down, the swinging of one leg up over his head so that he was between her legs, her feet on his shoulders, his head moving up and down, the purring of the redhead's voice. She pulled up her nightie as she watched, slipping her hand between her legs once again, closing her eyes and imagining the feel of his tongue, licking, sucking, exploring every crevice.

When she opened her eyes, she saw them both watching her and she quickly let her nightshirt fall back down. For a moment the three of them were frozen, unsure of what to do next. The blonde pursed her lips, then uttered a mumbled apology and started quickly back towards her room. Her friend leaped out of bed and followed her, grabbing her by the arm and turning her back towards her.

"It's fine," she said reassuringly. "Really, you have nothing to be be sorry for!"

"No, I really shouldn't have been watching. I'm really sorry."

The redhead leaned in close to her ear and whispered with a smile, "No, really, I liked it. I wasn't expecting it but it was definitely not a bad thing to look up and suddenly see."

"Really?" She wasn't sure at first, but the fact that her friend had not moved back after whispering was starting to convince her. She turned her head to look at her and found her lips brushing against the other girl's for the second time that night. She let her tongue slide out, licking the soft full lips, before slipping it into the warm, wet mouth pressing against hers. 

She felt the hands of her friend cupping her breasts, gasped as a long lean leg slipped between her own, and she moaned and rubbed herself up and down on the smooth, silky thigh, caressing the tight ass of her friend and pulling her closer. The kisses became deeper and harder, more urgent as she felt her excitement rise, pulling her towards the inevitable pleasure that seemed sweeter than it ever had before. 

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, the other woman pulled back, staring at her with smoldering eyes for a moment before dropping slowly to her knees, licking her way down, stopping to suck gently on her hard nipple. Every sense was heightened, and the feel of the hot, wet tongue flickering against her stomach, her abdomen, and down to her inner thighs gave her shiver after shiver. 

She lifted her right foot, placing it on her friend's shoulder, eyes closed, palms pressed flat against the wall behind her, waiting in sweet agony for the feel of that hot, delicate mouth on her smooth, shaven pussy. She felt soft fingers spread her lips apart, and a warm, wet tongue pressing firmly against her with long slow licks at first, which soon gave way to quicker and more intense flicks on her clitoris. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, as she felt two long fingers slide inside her, thrusting in and out of the slippery tightness. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out, running her fingers through the silky red hair of the girl kneeling on the floor in front of her, feeling the rhythm speed up faster and faster, until she could no longer stand it. 

"Oh GOD, yes!!" she exclaimed, feeling herself throb and pulse, clutching at the fingers still inside her, opening her eyes for a moment to see the silhouette in the doorway of the bedroom and realizing for the first time that they had been watched.

(to be continued)



Three



Two mouths at his dick, two fingers inside in his arse. Fingers cupping his balls, stroking his pubic hair, one hand stretched up to pinch a hard nipple. This was heaven so far as he was concerned. The first time he'd ever had a blow job by two persons simultaneously. And for the first time by a man. And the first time for him in a threesome. He arched his spine with the thrill he felt, lifting his buttocks off the bed, groaning deep down in his throat, as he clutched harder at two separate handfuls of hair. 

One mouth: soft, full lips, mauve lipstick-smeared, enclosed the head of his cock. Another mouth: crowned by a thick moustache, nipping sharp, delightful bites on his rigid shaft, nibbling at the loose skin of his scrotum; both mouths sending sensations through him never experienced in his otherwise fairly eventful sex life. From his perspective, a direct line of sight over his chest to his pelvis, he watched the man's tongue flicking in and out, coming up to lick at the woman's lips and cheeks, then going back to his cock. The woman released his cock for a moment, duelled tongues with the man, and then returned to sip at his pre-cum leaking steadily out.

The fingers inside in his anus: one slender and shorter than the other had a nail that occasionally hurt him when it was twisted; the other finger, longer and thicker was in deeper. Now that was withdrawn with a gentle tug, and held under the woman's nose until she paid attention to it and sucked it into her mouth alongside his cock. Then brought out lubricated again, slid down the woman's body to gain entrance between the cheeks of her arse.

The woman played with his short and curlies as her other hand moved to the fellating man's dick, while still retaining suction on his cock. That man's penis, dribbling its own pre-cum on the sheets in neglect, welcomed her hand as she gripped it strongly, and began to frig it up and down. The juices soon slathered her palm, slicking her fingers, and as she increased her movements on it, the man groaned. She stopped sucking his cock but kept her lips enclosed on it, and in the excitement she was causing the other man, she unconsciously bit his cock, causing a sharp arrow of pain to shoot through him.

And then he spurted. He felt the rush in the veins in his penis, felt his semen gushing out into the woman's mouth, overflowing from the side of her lips, dripping on to his hairs and balls, some falling on the other man's face who was resting his face on his pelvis. The man licked up the cum from the woman's lips as she continued to pump his penis, and suck the remnants of his cum. Once she removed her mouth from his now detumescing cock, the moustachioed man got up from to move behind the woman and got astride her as if on a horse.

She lifted her full round buttocks up to allow the man entry, as she continued to lick along the side of his shaft. The man with the moustache slid his hard dick between the cheeks of her arse impaling her, invading the wet, heated recesses of her cunt. She moaned loudly, and she pushed back to get more of his thrusting in, matching his rhythm, faster and faster, till she went off, a loud, sonorous scream describing her orgasm. Her moans denoted satisfaction received, but the man on her back was a furious beast, and he had yet to achieve fulfilment.

He adjusted his position behind her a bit, placing his knees on the bed, gripping her wide hips, looking down at himself fucking her. The man lifted his eyes and saw him, now supine and spent, watching them, and a lazy smile stretched his face. Then the moustachioed man felt the pulsing in his own cock, and she groaned again, as he began to spurt his boiling hot seed. He quickly pulled out and aimed his cock over her, shooting long strings of cum onto her back, as he agitated his penis, willing more and more cum to fall on her skin till there was no more.

They collapsed on to the bed heavily. The woman rested her head on the stomach of the man she'd just blown, as the man who'd just fucked her lay half off and half on her, his wilting penis soft and wet on her skin. The fragrance of sex hung suspended in the humid air of the room, mingling with the scent of sweat.

Ravi, who had just had his cock sucked, ran his fingers through Soma's hair spread out on his pelvis and stomach. Pratik, who had just cum on her back, now gently, stickily, lifted himself off Soma's body to stand beside the bed. His dick, though flaccid, still maintained its erect length as he fingered it absent-mindedly. A liquid, pearly drop appeared at the opening of the dark pink head of his cock, and he shook it, splattering the last drop of his semen on the two of them lying down, and then laughing mischievously, turned to go to the loo.

Soma heard Pratik urinating noisily through the open bathroom door. She felt Ravi's belly undulate with his breathing, and she heard the muted gurgles inside his stomach, and thought of how many other men had fucked her so completely. Unable or not wanting to remember, she just thought of how Pratik had transformed her into a wanton slut, almost maniacal for the joy of sex when she was with him. She knew definitely that no other man had ever made her feel like that, because when she was away from him, her need to be so fucked, or even the need for an occasional, relieving orgasm never really arose with any conviction. She did her wifely duties as and when her husband felt inclined, but hardly ever took the initiative herself. It was not that her husband did not turn her on, or that she avoided sex with him, it was just that this crazy, overwhelming sexual desire she seemed to have hidden in her came to the surface only when she was with Pratik. He had told her that it was the same for him when he was with her.

Divorced and not remarried, he had no shortage of women who willingly bed him. Yet these desires, the dark, glorious craving for more and more sex which being with Soma aroused in him, was unmatched by any of the other women he had sex with, not that they were unsatisfactory, or failed to give him pleasure. As Pratik pissed, he thought of how he'd initiated this threesome today with his old friend Ravi because she had been willing to. Because of that, he had discovered his own bisexuality today, and he was pretty sure Ravi had at least enjoyed the experience, if he hadn't yet made his own discovery. Most importantly, although she herself didn't give it that significance, he was in an incestuous but consensual affair with his cousin Soma. But that had happened many years ago. Now, he hoped he would be able to find other ways in which his, and their joint sexual exploits would graduate from fantasies to real experiences. He knew that there would be no limit provided they had the opportunity and time.

Wagging away the last drops of pee, he flushed and walked back into the bedroom. Ravi had sat up and was smoking a cigarette, sharing it with Soma who was now lying on her back, her legs hanging off the bed. The whirring ceiling fan did nothing to dispel the sultry summer day which had sneaked in from behind the curtained windows. Pratik too lit a fag and seated himself beside his cousin. Ravi moved his leg to place his foot between her parted legs, rubbing it up against her cunt in a gentle motion. She crossed her legs to trap his foot at her crotch and Pratik watched them with a smile.

- Man, I never knew I would get so turned on sucking your cock Ravi! - Pratik said in his husky, deep voice. 

- I didn't believe you were actually doing that at first! - Ravi laughed and said. - In fact I can't believe it is actually happening, this, you, me, Soma... man, amazing! Just too fucking much!

- So you liked it did you? - Soma asked with a smile, as she gripped his foot harder between her thighs.

- Sweetheart, I loved it! You're amazing, Prats is amazing, this whole fucking scene is amazing! And I'll tell you frankly, I want more. I want more of you. I want to fuck you now and probably for the rest of my life!

Pratik laughing, said - O really? You want to fuck my girl for the rest of your life is it? Well pal, she comes with baggage - me! So if you want her you'll have to want me too!

- But that's just it! I want you both! This threesome is the best. 

They had been friends for some years now. Ravi's place was where Pratik took Soma for their occasional fuck sessions, whenever they got the chance. Living alone, he welcomed their company and had a room to spare them. He had also once confessed to Pratik when just the two of them were getting drunk together, that he had the hots for Soma. At the time, Pratik had been offended and hypocritically prudish. He had warned Ravi not to try anything with her and faithful friend that he was, Ravi had not. Some weeks later though, Pratik while making love to Soma had mentioned a fantasy of fucking her along with another man. She too had expressed a keenness and that had eventually led to today's outcome.

Nothing had been planned. Today's ménage a trois was unintentional and had just happened. Pratik and Soma had come over as they usually did. Ravi had a lot of beer in the freezer and Pratik had scored some good dope. With the summer heat bearing down they had made the room dark and that had created a different ambience, far more intimate and soft. The combination of both the beer and dope and the dark room had resulted in a sexually charged atmosphere. Ravi and Soma had been trading sexy jokes while Pratik lay next to her, his bejeaned thighs right up against hers. At one point Ravi left the room to go to the loo, and Pratik and Soma went in to a clinch. He had been squeezing her full breast over her clothes and kissing her open mouth, sucking her tongue, his thigh now over hers, between her legs, when Ravi returned. It was the first time Ravi had seen them like that. While he knew they were fucking each other, he had only seen them kiss and hug once in a while before him.

They didn't stop, almost ignoring him, though completely aware of his presence. Pratik's knee was now grinding against her pussy, and he was kissing her harder, squeezing her harder. Ravi watched them and clutched at his sudden hard-on. Pratik's hand had slipped under her shirt and he was moulding her breasts beneath the fabric. In a move that was as sudden as it was inevitable, he lifted her shirt to expose her brassiered breasts. Bringing his head down to suck at them through the fabric, Pratik fiddled behind her back till he had unhooked the bra. Then it was off, and her beautiful, plump tits were there for Ravi to leer at in all their naked glory. Pratik lifted his head to look at Ravi as Soma looked at her brother, a resigned air about her to what was to surely follow, and at the same time did not feel inclined enough to even want to prevent the situation taking place. Pratik just said to Ravi - Come here and let's make love to her man!

Ravi had needed no second bidding, and now here they were resting after their debut three way sexual encounter. Soma had been idly playing with Ravi's limp penis as Pratik rolled another joint. Ravi had begun to grow hard and now he wanted to fuck Soma. He pulled at her hand and she looked up at him, reading the desire in his eyes. Slowly she lifted herself and got astride him, rubbing her pussy lips against his cock, her hands holding his shoulders. Pratik lit up, took a long deep drag and passed it to her. She took a few puffs from it and placed it between Ravi's lips, blowing the marijuana smoke into her brother's mouth who had come close to kiss her. She continued to grind her cunt against Ravi's hard cock. As Pratik was dragging at the reefer, she put her hand between her legs and in a trice inserted Ravi into her sopping cunt. Then she lay on him and began to move her hips, feeling his hardness filling her up. Ravi kissed her face all over, his tongue making wet forays into her mouth, her ears, and her nostrils. His hand clutched her thick mane of hair, and he lifted his hips to meet her downward movements. Soma kissed him back, licking his face all over. Pratik stubbed the joint out and moved behind them. 

He watched their joining with great interest, watching his friend's dick coming out of his cousin's cunt and then being swallowed again. He couldn't help it. First he put his fingers there, feeling the fluids, the slickness. He licked his fingers and then put his mouth there. He lapped at their juices running down Ravi's cock, tickled Soma's butt hole with his tongue, and pushed a finger into Ravi's arse, moving it in and out with their rhythm. The smell was heady at that level. It was strong and the tart tastes were completely turning on. Grabbing his own cock he began to frig it, his mouth still at their junction.

She came first, coming with loud groans, the waves of her orgasm pounding at the shores of her very being. Ravi came then, pulling out, avoiding coming in her which she had earlier requested since she or they had no protection, and spilling his sperm on to his friend's face. Pratik withdrew his finger from Ravi's arse and sucked on that. He used his hand to wipe off the sperm and lick it up. Then he pushed the finger into Soma's arse and drawing it out, sucked it again. And then he came too, spilling onto the floor where he was kneeling behind them, his hand furiously pumping away at his dick. Soma lay exhausted on Ravi as Pratik clambered back on to the bed to lie next to them.

Another cigarette and some chilled water later, Soma said: - You know Dadabhai, you're so keen about your newly-discovered bisexuality, why don't you let Ravi fuck you?

Pratik thought for a moment and then said: - Why not? I'd love to try that, never have so far, though some chances did come up in the past.

- You mean with Ravi? - No, not Ravi, other guys during school days...

- So Ravi, you keen about fucking your friend? - she asked.

Ravi silent for a moment, said: - Sure, I'd like to give it a try too.

Pratik asked Soma: - And are you keen to see me get fucked? She leaned over, kissed him solidly, and said: - My darling! If I wasn't, would I have suggested it?

And so it was. Ten minutes later, his arse up in the air, Pratik kneeled on the bed as Soma gave Ravi a blow job, not needing to work too much to give him a hard-on. He was already turned on at the prospect of fucking his friend's arse, another first for him too. Ravi told Soma where to get the Vaseline in the loo, and he knelt behind Pratik's arse rubbing his cock in the cleft of his buttocks. Pratik was voluntarily pushing back at him and Ravi caressed and grabbed handfuls of his flesh. He wondered if all men had a homosexual streak in them. Did women also have such inclinations? He asked Soma this as she returned with the Vaseline.

Applying a generous dollop of the petroleum jelly on her brother's arse hole, she pushed her finger in, twisting it around inside him, and said: - Don't know, love. Never had a lesbian experience myself.

- Would you try it if situation came up?

- I don't know love! Let me get used to this threesome first! - she laughingly said. - But I guess I would if it happened, though I don't want to have it alone.

Pratik, looking over his shoulder, said: - Don't worry, sweetheart! We're going to be there for sure! You're going to fuck a woman and not have us there? No way!

- Yeah! Would love to fuck two women together too! - said Ravi, grinning, as Soma sucked him into her mouth and then popping him out, lubricated his cock well with the jelly. Satisfied with her work, she placed the head of his cock at Pratik's arse hole and Ravi pushed in. He slipped out; she again took it in two fingers, skinned him back, and held it at the hole. But then she changed her mind, and put her mouth to her brother's arsehole using her tongue and spit to further lubricate. Ravi pushed again with Soma holding on, and the head of his cock went in. Pratik groaned loudly. It had hurt him but the pain had been superseded by the exquisite sensation. Soma had now transferred her attentions to his dick and she was slowly frigging him. Ravi pushed once more and then he was in; his length was no longer visible, and Pratik was moaning constantly. Soma stopped Ravi from moving anymore and told him to wait before beginning to fuck Pratik gently. She spoke with authority because she'd been there, and had that done to her! And of course the one who had taken her anal virginity was Pratik himself some months ago.

Soma then slid under Pratik, her head at his crotch, her legs splayed open below her brother's gaze, as she took Pratik's cock and clutched it between her breasts. She was now in a vantage position to see her brother's arse get reamed and she was enjoying it a great deal. Not that he wasn't. Pratik got over the initial pain of Ravi's prick inside his arse, and with Soma ministering to his own cock, he suddenly realised what he had been missing all these years - a homosexual experience. Soma was frigging him between her tits in the same momentum. Ravi was holding him as he might have held a woman. There was a love in that which he might not have displayed in a normal all-male situation. Pratik could not lower his head anymore without everything becoming awkward. So he brought his hands to Soma's pussy and began to finger her with love as well.

Their blood relationship had resulted in love. This love they shared had gone to sex. Through sex they had discovered a deeper love. He was in love with her now as he had never been before. And he knew that it wasn't the end. She may have been someone else's wife, but spiritually Soma was Pratik's wife. In any case what was a wife? A social necessity? A body ornament? Whatever... with Ravi fucking her did she also become his wife? In this day and age of polyamory, why not?

Ravi was increasing his pace, the Vaseline and Soma's saliva obviously making that dry arse hole a more fuckable one. Soma had seen enough. Now she slid further down and was able to take Pratik's cock into her mouth. This also enabled her to lift her hips and offer her pussy to Pratik's thirsty tongue. Now all three were connected. Cock to arse to cock to mouth to pussy to mouth on the same body with the arse getting fucked! Crazy! 

The bed began to shake. There was a pounding as the headboard rhythmically slammed against the wall. Ravi was coming. Soma had not forgotten him and had kept one hand at his balls, gently squeezing them as he fucked Pratik. She had felt a quiver and a tightening of his ball sac and knew he was coming when he stopped his fast strokes and began long ones that stayed more in than out. At the same time Pratik groaned into her pussy and began to spurt into her mouth. She almost choked with the volume and quickly swallowed to take more that was coming. This caused her to orgasm too and Pratik felt his mouth fill with her juices. Ravi had gently pulled out and Soma seeing it dangling there could not resist taking that cock in to her mouth. There was a taste of iron, Vaseline, semen, and definitely shit. But it thrilled her no end and she began to come again, surprising Pratik and herself. He gobbled at her cunt till she was finally done and was resting her hips on the bed. Pratik lay beside her and Ravi lay on the other side. The three of them were spent, yet fulfilled, a happiness about them that was tangible, and the instinctive but silent, mutual agreement that this would happen again. And again.

Pratik, Soma and Ravi lay side by side, holding hands, touching skin, as the summer outside melted into a balmy evening with the promise that a new day of possibilities would greet the dawn. 



Three



Her husband watches, transfixed, as their friend's cock presses against the full wet lips of her cunt.

"Mmmmm," she moans, as she lowers herself onto him. She takes in the unfamiliar cock slowly, enjoying its unfamiliar girth, the subtle differences from what she is accustomed. 

"Ahhh . . . " She settles onto her friend slowly, until she rests against his base, fully engulfing his rod. He groans when she pauses to savor the sensation, feel the new member pulse and swell inside her. He twitches his hips up toward her in his need to fill her, move with her. The movement sends electric shivers up her spine as his stiff member moves inside her, probing her delicate womb. She meets her husbands eyes with a hungry grin, and reads his own lust.

She begins to ride up and down, her juices flowing around the cock inside her, lubricating it until it glistens along the whole length of her friend's pole. She picks up the pace, and he begins thrusting to meet her, grunting in rhythm to their efforts. "Oh fuck, your hot," he gasps, his breath coming in ragged gulps. "Oh, I need you to fuck me harder, I need you!"

She works him like a piston with increasing intensity, recklessly crashing, slapping her cunt down onto him, his cock piercing deep into her greedy womb. Over and over. Harder and harder. Building a frantic pace. "Pound me, pound me!" she cries. He responds, taking over, thrusting into her in frenetic rhythm, driving into her gathering orgasm.

She screams. He pulls her down onto him and he arcs up to meet her, thrusting deep. "Ughhh . . . unngh . . . . god!" She feels the sudden pressure of his ejaculate releasing somewhere inside her, warm and hot, filling her. She collapses on top of him, wracked by her own orgasm. Her face rests momentarily on the broad smooth chest of her friend. He hugs her with strong arms, kneading her tense back even as he slowly, tenderly starts fucking her again with his still hard member. She squeezes around his cock, milking it, and feels him twitch.

His cock starts to soften, and he slips out, releasing a warm flood of their mixed cum. It streams out of her glistening hole to spill onto his semi-flaccid cock and gather on his belly. She rolls off of him, onto her back, casting her lean, lithe torso out across the bed. Long graceful legs askew, limp with exhaustion. Her sweaty breasts heaving slightly as she catches her breath. She looks over to her not quite forgotten husband again, and gives him a satisfied smile. He matches her grin, gently teasing his own stiff member with the tip of one finger, clearly appreciating the view.

Recovering, she reaches down lazily to the wet mound of her sex, with one finger dabbing at the sticky fluid still dripping from her pussy lips. Meeting her husband's mischievously twinkling eyes, she bring it to her mouth and makes a show of tasting it. "Mmmmm."

Her husband gets up and, without taking his eyes off his wife, moves over to their friend. He reaches out to his friend's spent cock, and begins to gently massage his genitals. Exhausted, the friend barely lets out an appreciative moan. The husband climbs onto the bed, and leans over his friend's cock, sparing a daring look for his wife. Then he licks at the puddled cum on his friend's abs. He moves down to the cock and starts sucking at the soft meat, tasting the combined cum, coaxing life back into the limb. He feels his friend's cock start to stiffen in his mouth and gives it a few more sucks.

Then he moves over to his wife. He starts kissing the tender creamy skin of her inner thigh and moves his way up to her mound and the glistening flower of her cunt lips. His tongue flicks at her labia, flashing across her clit, before he dives in to suck at her wet lips and taste her cunt. In a moment, she is crying again, and thrusting against his attentions. "Oh please, please fuck me, don't tease . . . "

Obliging, and more than hungry for her, he gets up from her crotch and positions his tool to plunge into her waiting cunt. With a single thrust he buries himself into her sopping, messy sex. He feels the juices of his wife's lovemaking flowing, frothing around his cock as he slips in and out of her. He grabs her waist, bringing her around so he can rub her clit as he begins to pound her ferociously. He quickly brings her to another orgasm, but keeps pounding her as she writhes against it, riding her orgasm and building his own until his wife is afraid she can't take it anymore. Then, finally, he releases his own pent up need and lust, filling her once again with hot seed.

Again, she collapses, this time the familiar weight of her husband on top of her. With a moan and a kiss to her neck, he pulls out of her without moving from her side. Cum soaks the bed sheets, spilling from her sopping mound.

The friend, hard again from watching, moves behind the wife and enters her once more, even as husband and wife cuddle in a post-coital haze. But the cock in her pulls her attention like a drug. Soon she is moaning again, rocking back into her friend in the rhythm of sex.

Her husband pulls her face down to his own and they share a deep lusty kiss. Then, he rotates himself, laying down to face his friend's tool thrusting in and out of his wife as the lips of her sex clutch at him. He reaches out with his tongue to taste her clit, and starts working slow, firm circles around it as his friend works in and out of her. He begins to lick them both in broad strokes of his tongue, tasting the froth of their passion.

He feels his wife taking his soft cock into her mouth, her muffled moans translated through his sensitive skin as soft vibrations. As he and his friend work together, she is pulled back into the haze of passion. Her hips begin to buck against the men even as she sucks harder on her husband's cock. Then, she arches her back, head thrust back, and gulps in air as the electric ecstasy of another orgasm courses through her.

Her lithe frame thrashes as cock and tongue assault her with pleasure. Her friend's hands grab roughly at her small supple breasts, holding on and guiding her body into a fucking rhythm. In another moment, she orgasms again, and again; one rolling right on top of another like thunder. Then she is spent, truly.

The three of them collapse together. Without bothering to clean up, they fall asleep, the wife nestled between the warmth of the two men with her head resting in the crook of her husband's shoulder and his arm draped lovingly around her.



Three



Janet had been gone for about ten minutes when I went on line. Tuesday was her bridge night with her old girl friends. I expected her to be out for perhaps a couple of hours based on experience.

"Have a good time," I told her as she walked out the door.

I guess hidden desires were surfacing. I had no idea when I first married her five years earlier that gay porn would become my favorite web site. The photos and videos of naked men could hold my attention like nothing else could. Five years earlier than this night I would not have dreamed that I might be homosexual. 

Playing sports had always been something I did. Organized sports started in high school, progressed to pick up games during college summer vacations then continued in organized leagues after college. 

Lately I had been seeking a softball league in which I could enroll myself. I found a gay team in the Barbary Coast league and enrolled.

Janet was used to me playing sports. I was playing softball at the time I met her. Six years into our marriage when I was enrolling in a league she assumed that the men were straight. She knew nothing of the existence of gay sports leagues. She held the allusion that gay men were effeminate hair dressers and designers of women's clothing.

Going to the address listed on the net I registered myself to play in the gay league. Anyway, a successful tryout won me a spot on a team called the Wildcats.

*

Brandon and l had been chatting during league softball games for the past month. Gradually I came to know things about him. There was a big open field behind his childhood home where he and his friends from early teens had played sports. I had told him similar stories. We had both been jocks during high school. He had stories about football while I played baseball. He had come from a family that accepted his homosexuality when he came out at age fifteen.

Brandon is a gorgeous boy. He stood five foot ten with fit body; not body builder's muscle but not a bean pole either. His ash blond hair framed his face perfectly.

The game had just ended. As the shadows lengthened across the field players walked in small groups toward parked cars. There were a lot of friendships. There were couples. I looked over to see Alex and Larry holding hands as they walked.

Our team had won another game. The final score was 6 to 5. I had knocked in two runs and scored one during our 4th inning rally that brought us from behind.

I trotted a couple of steps to catch up with him. The desire to have him by now had become overpowering. He had lately been the object of fantasy. Only the sense that he might be seeing some one kept me at bay but I wanted him.

Except for my strong attraction to men like metal to a magnet my marriage was not actually failing For a long time I had been wrestling with the problem. 

When I had enrolled in the local softball league sex was a subtext. I could have just joined a "normal" straight team were I not seeking a boyfriend. I was not in any particular hurry to get laid. For that I could have gone to a bar. I was never one for the bar scene.

"Brandon, good game," I said coming up on his right.

"Yeah it was. You played a great game. That was a nice hit that dropped in there."

"Brandon I was wondering if you wanted to go out some where."

He looked at me. A wide smile came to his full lips.

"I guess that's a yes."

"You have a date. Where would you like to go?"

"I want to check out the art museum."

I had already told him about growing up drawing pictures, and about having my works as a high school boy on display in the main lobby.

"Do you still draw?"

"Of course," I said, "lately a lot on the computer."

Our date was still in the future when we wound up in the privacy of his apartment that evening. We started to caress one another from our shoulders down to our thighs. Our lips met and parted then met again. This time the kiss lingered for several long seconds becoming open mouth.

Now I could feel Brandon opening my pants and his hand sliding down into my briefs. My member stiffened as he rubbed gently on my sack. His had closed around it. I pulled his pants down and took his cock.

Within a few more seconds both of us were naked and and lying face up and face down but in opposite directions. Brandon's throbbing seven inch member tasted good as it slid down crossing my lips and tongue into my throat. My head began to bob up and down taking him in and out slowly. At that very same time his lips and tongue moistened my own cock. I could feel his mouth moving up and down the length of it.

Having given each other blow jobs we walked into his bedroom. I lay back putting my legs onto his shoulders. Brandon's lovely manhood pushed it's way inside my hole. It slammed into me slowly then rapidly causing me to moan with pleasure that was becoming more intense by the second. We rolled off to opposite sides f the bed and relaxed.

"I haven't had any sex in over a year." Actually I did but it was rare and I did not enjoy it.

"Really," he replied.

I didn't want to bring up Janet. There was no sense in dredging up mud. Brandon's experience was different.

"Clubs are not a place to meet anyone if you're looking for anything serious."

"Really?" 

"I've had a few guys that I met in the bars. Two weeks later they wind up going to Hawaii with the boyfriend that they said was a jerk. Go figure."

"I wouldn't know."

"I called Paul one night and a stranger answered. He said his name was Ron."

I chuckled. "How do you know they went to Hawaii?"

"When he was fucking me he told me that he wanted to go there."

I turned and kissed him again. I wanted this relationship to last,. The friendship we had been building for the past month would, I hoped, be a solid foundation.

In the morning at 5 we came into the shower together. While Brandon lathered his body under the warm water I stroked him. His beautiful organ went stiff in my hand.

While he was still showering I went to my knees. My tongue flicked out to his sack then up the whole length of the delicious morsel. My lips closed around the shaft.

"Oh yeah baby suck that cock! Suck my big cock!"

After I had my fill Brandon went to his knees. I showered while his lips closed around my throbbing cock taking it's whole length. 

I realized as time came up on the half hour that I needed a change of clothes. The only way I could get that was back at my own apartment. 

I dressed quickly in the jeans and sneakers and shirt from the night before. The clothing smelled of perspiration from playing softball. I could not go to my office that way.

After kissing his mouth lightly I was on my way out the door.

"I'll see you tonight."

"Yep," I replied.

I was on top of the world that morning when I headed out for my Silicon valley job. The only thing that could ruin how I felt would have been having my job at Electronic Arts out sourced to India. That was out of the question. 

Janet had left the other day on a business trip. An executive with a restaurant chain she traveled often. As far as I knew she had one more day.

Moments after 7 a conversation on cell phone confirmed that

"Hello," I said

"Hi Mark. Listen I'll be staying another day. So I'll be home tomorrow."

"OK ," I answered

"Is everything ok?"

"I'm fine."

"I love you."

I could not respond to that. She doesn't know about the infidelity. That would be bad enough but the attraction to Brandon would do horrible, unspeakable things to her emotionally.

Brandon age thirty had majored in Finance at Stanford University. He had become a Certified financial Advisor. He had built a nice portfolio of growth stocks which he had advised investors to buy.

He had the trappings of success. Georgo Armani suits hung in his closet. His BMW was parked near his apartment.

San Francisco has a wide variety of art galleries from which to choose. It was ten that Saturday when we walked into the Heather Marx on 77 Geary Street.

The works of Libby Black appealed to me. Brandon stared at the picture of the girl holding the fork over the other girls neck

"That's quite an unusual image."

Yes it is."

For us a public show of affection was not repulsive to say the least. Brandon took my hand in his as we walked through the museum looking at the exhibits. 

Stopping at a nude male statue we were both of the same opinion Who ever he is, he's gorgeous.

By now I was reaching a critical point in my life. Brandon had never even been with a woman much less married to one. I realized that I would rather be with him than with Janet. It remained only to tell her.

I stared out the window all the way home. As we got out of the car he sensed that all was not well with me. 

An ugly scene had played itself out in my mind. It involved my wife and me. In my mind I could hear the shouting and later the crying. 

"Mark is something wrong?"

"Yeah my wife Janet has no clue that you and I are having an affair."

"Well do you prefer men?"

"Yes I do. Brandon I love you. I'm just scared enough to almost shit when I tell my wife."

"Well you have to tell her eventually."

"Yeah I know," I admitted quietly, "but I can see her throwing the rolling pin at me."

"Do you want moral support?"

"I have to do this by myself," I replied, "no point getting you into trouble."

The decision had been made. A few years into my marriage i was leaving because I had to leave. Brandon Quentin was in my life. Maybe I was just infatuated with him but at least I knew that I prefer a man in bed. 



Three



You follow me in to my bedroom, talking to me as I look for a book you've asked to borrow. I pull it from the bookshelf and stand up to hand it to you and you pull me towards you by the belt loops on the front of my jeans. My body pressed against yours, the book hangs uselessly from my hand as you start to kiss me. I make a small appreciative sound in the back of my throat as I relax into you. You take the book from my hand, throw it on the floor and run your hand up my arm, around the side of my throat to cup my neck, pulling me closer. I rest my hands on your hips and enjoy the way your mouth tastes on mine, letting you take control. 

Even with just a kiss, my body responds. I want you.

You slide your hands to my waist and lift my t-shirt up. I raise my arms obediently and let you undress me. I look up at you as you undo my jeans and push them down. As I step out of them, a shiver runs through my body. You pull me back for another kiss, one of your hands between us stroking my nipples through my bra until they are hard peaks, and I am aching to feel your hands on my skin. You reach behind me to undo the clip on my bra, sliding it off my arms and on to the floor by our feet. I need to feel your skin on mine, so I pull your shirt up and off. I press my breasts against your chest and tilt my face up for another kiss as I run my fingertips up and down your sides. You kiss me again; long, hard and demanding as you bring one hand down to rub my pussy through my panties. I whimper breathlessly, wanting more as I struggle to undo your belt and your jeans. You're not wearing any underwear, and I easily push your jeans free from your body, leaving your hard cock to press against my stomach. My knees are feeling weak as you hook your fingers into the top of my panties, now sopping wet with my juices, and pull them down so they are banded around the tops of my thighs. You bend down to pull them off, licking my pussy teasingly as you stand up.

You kiss me again; biting my lip as you grind your hard cock against me, then lead me towards the bed, pushing me into the centre. Smiling, you reach over the side of the bed and pick up my leather wrist restraints. I lie still, letting you buckle them on and clip them together. I can still move my arms around, but knowing that you want me to stay still, I keep them above my head. You place a blindfold over my eyes and my world goes dark. You kiss me again, briefly, and then move away, assuring me that you'll be back in just a moment. I hear you pull your jeans back on and then leave the room, shutting the door on your way out. I hear the front door open as you go outside to have a cigarette. I'm more than a little confused that you've left me here, naked and incredibly horny, but lie patiently on the bed waiting for you to return. I'm tempted to bring my hands down so I can rub my clit, torn between my desire for release and my curiosity to find out what you plan to do with me.

I hear the click of the front door closing, then my door opening, and then the sounds of you removing your jeans again. I smile as you walk around the side of the bed, trailing your fingers up my thigh. I feel you sit on the bed beside me, and your lips close around my nipple as you bite it gently, teasing it with your teeth. My breath catches in my throat as I feel another set of lips kissing their way slowly up my inner thighs. Who the hell is that? You chuckle at my reaction, and stroke my hair to reassure me, saying nothing. I moan softly as the other person's tongue licks my slit, and hear the moan of the other woman as she tastes my excitement. I feel the bed move slightly as you lean back to watch her taste me. She licks me in long, slow strokes, and then gently parts my pussy lips with her fingers so she has better access to my clit. She takes my clit between her teeth, nibbling ever so softly, and sucks it hard. I gasp, and my body arches upward as she inserts one, and then two slender fingers into my sopping wet cunt. She continues to suck and lick my clit as she finger fucks me, my body writhing as I enjoy her touch. You lean down to kiss me roughly, which sends me over the edge. My body trembles and twitches as I cum, moaning into your mouth as your friend swallows my juices.

You suddenly remove your mouth from mine as she slides her soft naked body up mine to kiss me. I taste myself on her tongue and feel a shiver run through my body. "I want to taste you too" I whisper as she breaks away to take a breath. We awkwardly switch positions so she is lying down and I am on my elbows and knees with my face resting on her thigh, still bound and blindfolded. I can smell her excitement and slowly kiss my way up to her pussy. She is very wet as I take my first taste, darting out my tongue to lick her teasingly. She tastes sweet, like honey, much the same as me. I lick her again, and feel you tug on my hair to pull my head back so you can steal a taste of her juices from my lips. When you release me, I stroke a single finger up her slit, then press my mouth against her once again. I lick her thoroughly, wanting to taste every inch of her as I rub her throbbing clit with my thumb. I feel you move behind me and press your hard cock against my arse.

"Fuck her," the girl says breathlessly as you tease me by running the head of your cock up and down my slit.

I gasp as you push inside me with one swift thrust, and then I begin licking her pussy with renewed vigour. I fuck her with my tongue and fingers as you fuck me from behind, my nose being pressed against her clit each time you slam your cock back in to me. She entwines her fingers in my long hair and pulls my face closer to her pussy as I suck on her clit. Her thighs tense and she fills my mouth with her warm juices as you grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises and pump me full of your cum. You reach under me to press hard on my clit and I collapse on to the bed, breathing hard as I cum again. We lay there, our breaths heavy as we come back to earth. Your friend gently pushes my head off her thigh and rolls off the bed. She turns me over to passionately kiss me goodbye, strokes your shoulder and then leaves to get dressed in the lounge. I bring my hands up to remove the blindfold but you stop me. "Not yet," you say, biting my shoulder gently.

You leave the room and I can hear you talking to her in the lounge, your voices low. I hear the click of the front door closing as you let her out, and I stretch my arms above my head, my body drawn out across the bed. You come in and lie down beside me, kissing me as you run your fingers lightly over my skin. You pull off the blindfold and pull me in to your arms. As I rest my head on your shoulder I ask you who she was. You smile and tell me that she's a friend of mine, but you won't tell me who. I bite you softly where your neck meets your shoulder, and you bite me back in the same place as you reach over to turn off the lights.

"Care to take these off?" I ask, holding up my still bound hands.

"I kind of like you like that", you laugh as you free my wrists, "but okay".

As you pull a blanket over us, I wrap my arms around you and whisper, "thank you", before I fall asleep with my lips pressed lightly against your chest.



Three A.M.



The moon beat me inside, a softening haze through the front door, leading me home. It's been a while since I've been here, but one thing would truly assure me that I was safe. I've been nursing a raging erection for the better part of the day, rising and falling in quicker increments since I was stuffed in the center of row D of a transcontinental flight, reminding me of the pot of gold at the end of my traveled rainbow. I fought it during the bland imitation of cordon-bleu and a worse imitation of a modern cinematic comedy. It was a losing battle as the flight was stuck in a holding pattern for an additional hour, circling a city besieged by a downpour.

It didn't help matters by fiddling with my phone to pass the time. The screen saver was of her, face frozen in a laugh, teeth so white they could have been photo shopped, framed by plump lips. We kept in touch for the last couple of months, but all the emails and texts couldn't make up for one night of furious passion. She sent me a slew of pictures, my memory card packed full of pixed beauty. The first few were tame, shots of her in familiar places. Then, they got more risqué as the weeks passed. Just waking up, brushing her teeth, or making dinner segued into lying under a cover of bubbles in the tub, posing in newly purchased lingerie. The other shots I didn't dare pull up. People have been detained by TSA for less. 

I struggled with the recurring throb as I shuffled through the cattle call of customs, declaring nothing but the fact that I sought the dire relief of the moist cavern of lust that awaited me, nestled between thighs softer than the newest grass on the first of spring.

I used monosyllabic answers with the cab driver, biting my lip to keep from blurting out, "Drive faster, ass clown, before I bust a rope on your earlobe!"

He barely shifted into drive before I was flinging bags on the floor of the living room, followed by my clothes, a blur of wrinkled cotton and worn leather. The only person up to greet me was Morris the feline, staring at my actions with a sideways nod, before going back to calculated licks of his groin. If only I had that talent, I wouldn't have been in such a rush, then again I made a promise.

No sexual release while apart. That meant no extra soaping up in the shower, morning wood rub outs, or finding a stray jet of water in the hotel jacuzzi. I even kept the hotel television tuned to CNN to avoid any temptation from the carefree European lifestyle. Now, I was a ancient levee, ready to crumble at the pounding waves of euphoria that crashed into my psyche. 

The living room table was scattered with blown out candles, a place setting for two, wavering scents of a once hot meal put up for the night. She wanted to welcome me home properly.

I left Morris behind to his own devices, making a beeline down the darkened hallway. The door to the bedroom was left ajar, a routine left mainly for the furry ball licker on top of the couch. My own breath quickens as I push on the knob, once again greeted by the mocking moonlight.

I could smell her, baby powder and lilac. I took a deep breath, taking it all in. She slept with her back to the door. The comforter long since cast aside, shoved away sometime during the night, a minuscule mountain terrain by her feet. She slept in the nude, as usual. A peaceful pose, hands cupped underneath her face. Her hair was braided into a neat que, trailing alongside her prone form.

I hooked my thumbs into my last barrier of cloth, sliding them down thighs as I stepped to the bed. For a brief second, I became enamored with another as the lone pillow beckoned me, sleep escaped me for the past 14 hours. It was only fleeting as she stirred, ankles rubbing together, an unsounded cricket calling for it's mate. Sleep was once again an afterthought.

I crawled into bed, starting with her toes. Ten perfect soldiers, adoring red helmets, waiting for battle. I kissed her big toe first, watching it wiggle from contact. I didn't dive bomb on them, just dropped little lip salutes upon each of their heads, moving upwards. 

She hummed a muted approval as I moved upwards, tickling her calves with my beard stubble. I rose up to check on her, she was still slumbering, or a damn fine actress. I followed my path back to her calves, taking my time to savor what I've been missing. She tasted divine, a cornucopia of soft flesh, new growth of baby hair since her last shave. I took in every detail with renewed interest, storing them away in my mind. I listened to her deep breaths as she still slumbered, a barely audible wind.

I backtracked off the bed, walking around the mattress till I stood above her. I stared down at her as she slept. Her lips parted slightly, eyes closed but not shut, so I knew she wasn't faking. My penis bobbed in the dark and I wrapped a hand around it to steady it. I felt my heart pulsing through it, anticipating what was to come. I couldn't stop staring at her succulent lips , remembering how snug they could wrap around my fleshy pole when she was in the mood. I wondered her mood now as I crouched down and lightly touched her bottom lip with my distended devotion . She twitched for a second, licking away the brief intrusion, tongue glistening in the dim, making me harder.

My heart beat faster, dizzying me for a second as I leaned closer, pressing the mushroomed head against her lips. For a second, nothing happened. Then she opened, allowing me to sink deeper inside her mouth. I gasped as I felt her subconsciously suction me in, her tongue coaxing me deeper. I resisted go any farther, cutting off her air supply or triggering a gag reflex. 

My legs began to shake, partly from the awkward stance and the pleasure of her oral warmth. I pulled out with a subdued pop and stood back. She licked her lips again and swallowed the excess saliva but never opened her eyes. I moved back onto the bed, rubbing her juices all over my dick, to continue where I left off. I was planning to give her the best wake up call I could. 

I started at the back of her knee, slowly moved north as the terrain widened into thigh. A couple of well-placed pecks and she rolled on her stomach, thighs opening slightly. I helped widen the gap with gentle kisses and soft manuevering with my hands. I paused to let my eyes adjust to the dark, focusing on her thick labia. It was closed, a natural slit begging to be opened. I moved closer, planning my erotic assault. I kissed the inside of her right thigh, then her left. As if a password was spoken, she opened up wider and rose her ass higher, giving me a view of the thatch of neatly trimmed pubes. I began with a kiss, but the dampening aroma of her love wouldn't let me be passive anymore. I stuck my tongue directly inside.

If she was sleeping before, she was wakening now. An audible gasp rose from the head of the bed, a flood of wet joy engulfed my tongue. I licked with the broad strokes of an impressionist artist on a clean canvas. Her nectar flowed thick, untapped since I've been gone, the floodgates burst open into my mouth. I drank my fill, suckling at her fleshy cavern, the sexual oasis at the end of my drought.

She pushed back against my mouth, a hand moving back to grab at me. Rubbing the top of my head, she gripped at me, trying to pull me in deeper. I used my own hands to widen my access, pulling out of her now sopping hole and focusing on her engorged clit. It was a firm as a marble, protruding out from her hood. All it took was few licks until she shuddered with release, collapsing back on the bed in a prone form. I stopped snacking and painted a path of slobbering kisses, over the rounded contour of her supple ass, up the bumps of her spine until I was at the base of her neck.

I rolled to the side, planting firm pecks on her shoulder, feeling the increasing warmth of her body radiating against mine. My cock, since cooled off from my brief encounter with her mouth, bobbed like a divining rod in search of another warm spot to rest. Wrapping my arms around her, I slid one hand across her stomach, teasing the crater of her belly button. That was one of her sweet spots and she responded, pushing her ass back against me, bending her leg upward like a tent pole, placing her foot behind me. I palmed her knee, pressing closer to her until I could feel the cooling wetness of her vagina. I pushed forward, sliding throbbing phallus against her slick trough, back and forth, coating myself with her juices. She reached between her legs and with three fingers, guided me inside her. We groaned at the same time, the moment that hasn't taken place in several months.

I pushed as far as I could go, savoring the heat of love, stalling for several moments before sliding out. She got wetter with each stroke, squeezing against me as I moved in and out, nothing but heavy breathing accompanied by the lovesome squish of well lubricated parts.

My balls felt so ladened from lack of use, I began add to the moisture, little dribbles as my own soldiers marched themselves out. She hummed approval, grabbing my hand and guiding it to her heavy breast, lust swollen nipple, begging to be pinched. I caught it between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling to her satisfaction. Another wave of orgasm hit her, further saturating the sheet beneath us. I began to chew on her earlobe and wrapped up tighter to stop myself from slipping out.

It became too much for me, my cock jerking with imminent release. She reached between her legs again, grabbing a handful of testes, caressing the throbbing sacs, goading me to finish. With a satisfying grunt, I began to flow in great spurts. 

If there is a better theory for time and space continuum, I may have found it. It may has lasted no more than ten seconds, but went on forever. I filled her up to the point of overflowing, more mixture for the mattress. I held on to her until I was soft enough to fall out, the oversensitivity of my reccesion making me shudder, goosebumps sprouting up on my arms.

We laid like that for awhile, letting our breathing return to normal. She turned towards me, body still slick with perspiration and longingly kissed me. I returned the affection, pausing to lick the salty remains from her upper lip. I scooted backwards, pulling her with me until we were clear of our massive wet spot.

"Welcome home, babe," she whispered, before snuggling her face into my neck and going back to sleep.