3 comments/ 25630 views/ 7 favorites Marcie By: BarbaraG My name is Barbara and I am from somewhere on Canada's east coast. I got married at age 23 and had three wonderful children, two boys with a girl between them. She always insists she is the rose between two thorns! However my life changed very significantly after my youngest son left home. There was nothing left to tie me so I left too. My husband and I although still friends were not in love with each other any more. I now know he was seeing another woman and today they are happy together. What drove me to leave was that I too had been seeing another woman. I have had an attraction towards my own gender for as long as I can remember but suppressed the feelings firstly because of my mother when I was younger and then because of my own children while they were growing up. With them all flown the nest, I gave in to my own selfish feelings and acted on my desires when an opportunity arose. I had met a wonderful woman at a social event, we became friends, then close friends and finally after she admitted to me that she was a Lesbian, which I suspected by the way, we became lovers. When I realised I was in love with her I knew what I wanted. In short I found I preferred her to my husband, in all possible ways. After my youngest son left home, I did the same and I moved in with her. For some time we were happy living together until the rot started to set in. I wanted more stability than she did and although she didn't say so there were other things she wanted but I could see what some of them were. This all led to us beginning to have some slight disagreements. Rather than allow our relationship to degenerate totally, after all the gay community round here is small and we both felt we could not afford to lose each other as a friend, we went our separate ways. While we were together, I came out to selected close friends and my family. That was actually the biggest relief of all, I had found it increasingly difficult to suppress and hide my feelings once I had become gay. After we split, I was on my own for the first time in 26 years living in my own apartment and free to make all my own choices. One of them was that I would exclude men from my life and pursue other female friends and lovers exclusively. Since my girlfriend and I parted, I have had two lovers. One has been a regular but occasional lover due to her commitment to her family and marriage. The other was a one-night stand that I had hoped might lead further but she told me the whole thing had been a mistake when I called her a few days after our tryst. She claimed she was not gay and not attracted to women, something I do not believe for a second. How could a woman so readily go off with another female to her home with her, be so physical in bed with her and especially perform oral sex on her with such lust confidence and vigour if she is not attracted to other women? I believe her feelings confused and frightened her and she chose to suppress her attraction to her own gender in self denial. I just hope she finds contentment because she is a lovely person. I do now have another girlfriend and we are blissfully happy together. It does mean I have stopped seeing my married friend. I was afraid she would take my ending our affair badly but I need not have worried. She was so good about it and I suspect slightly relieved she no longer has to live a lie about the true nature of our relationship. The roots of my new love can be traced back to the moment I came out to my daughter. She was surprised, no stunned is a better word, when I told her I had moved in with a woman and we were lovers. After getting over her surprise she hugged me and thanked me. When asked why, she told me I had just made her life easier because now she could tell me that she had experimented with another girl. She had been worried about telling me in case I was mad at her. We have always been open and truthful with each other and eventually she would have told me. How could I be mad at her for doing what I had done? I told her not to tell her brothers and that she and I would keep her sexuality a secret between us. However I did tell my sons I was gay. When I was living with my girlfriend, my daughter stayed with us for the weekend a few times. My daughter knew the true nature of our relationship and she did see us together in bed one Sunday morning during one of her later visits. For many years I have enjoyed a cup of tea in bed on Sunday mornings and my loving kind daughter had remembered this. She waltzed into our room carrying the tea tray while we were still in bed cuddling. My girlfriend and I always slept naked and our bodies were exposed. My daughter and I had been accustomed to nudity as we went around naked at home when none of the males were around. None of us were embarrassed so we didn't cover up and my daughter sat on the edge of our bed while I sipped my tea. She could see how happy I was with my girlfriend and when the split came she shared my pain. I never did tell my daughter the rot started after another of her weekend visits during which she walked around naked and I saw my girlfriend look at her hungrily. I didn't mind that she looked at my daughter but the obvious desire in her eyes hurt me because it told me I didn't mean as much to my girlfriend as she did to me and it especially hurt because she obviously desired my own daughter, possibly over me, which made me feel rejected. My girlfriend tried to laugh it off when I challenged her about it but I could tell my words got through to her. Thereafter our relationship was not quite the same. My daughter was, and still is, at university in a town a few hours drive from where I live. Her first year was spent in residence, and then she got an apartment with another girl. I met her briefly once and wasn't impressed with her. I thought she was very immature, and so actually did my daughter but she liked her as a study friend because this girl was so good at the course work and my daughter could use her to improve her own grades! The other girl graduated at the end of that year and my daughter got another apartment with a different girl. Of course being a curious mother I wanted to meet this girl and see the apartment so I invited myself to visit. I had no idea what to expect and I was pleasantly surprised at the apartment. I knew this girl would be a much nicer girl, my daughter has very good tastes in her choice of friends and she had told me this girl was a true friend rather than someone to live with and crib from. The apartment was on the second floor in a converted house and was very nice being clean and well decorated. I was pleased to see it had its own metal fire escape. For me escape from fire is very important because I once witnessed a car crash in which a man was trapped inside a burning car and I could never face the thought of myself or any of my family or friends suffering such a horrible death. What I didn't expect to see was that the two girls shared not only the one bedroom but also the queen-sized bed in it. My daughter admitted to me that she had progressed beyond experimenting and that she is also gay. My sleeping place was the couch in the living room, hardly the most comfortable thing to sleep on but going out with them wore me out so I could sleep anywhere although it took ages to get to sleep for another reason entirely! The walls were not very thick and sound penetrated them easily. I could hear their sounds of passion in the next room and I admit I got excited. I should be ashamed to admit that considering one of the two people I could hear was my own daughter. Be that as it may, I did take my nightie off and pleasure myself there on the couch knowing what was happening a few feet away. There is no way I would ever have gone into their room, that would be just too horrible to consider, so if you are looking for descriptions of incest, go away! Unfortunately I fell asleep before I put my nightie back on and in the morning when my daughter brought me my tea there I was with nothing on exposed to the world while I slept. She has always been quick on the uptake and apologised if they had kept me awake. Reddening slightly I told her it was OK, I knew what they were feeling together and the love they were sharing. My daughter looked at me and asked if I still missed my girlfriend. I couldn't speak because for some reason I got all choked up and started to cry. She came over to me and held me tight while I got it out of my system. That was the first time I had cried since the split and I guess I needed to let my emotions boil over. She got me some tissues and gradually my tears stopped. When I was smiling again, she told me it was time I found someone new to share my life with. I agreed with her and despite my looking had so far failed to find a new girlfriend with whom I could share my life. A few weeks later my daughter called one evening to ask if she could stay the weekend with me. I was delighted and said yes immediately. When I asked if she would bring her girlfriend she said yes of course, but she also wanted to bring someone else too and asked if I minded. She told me her friend was a girl a bit older than herself who needed a weekend off campus for a break from her studies. I said any friend of her's was a friend of mine and so it was arranged. I decided to give my daughter and her girlfriend my room and her friend the guest room and take the couch for myself. During the week I cleaned my apartment thoroughly, it wasn't dirty but I am fastidious about housekeeping. I did some cooking and put a few dishes in the freezer. On the Friday evening, they all arrived around 8:00pm, very hungry after working all day and then driving for four hours. I already knew her girlfriend and the new woman was introduced to me briefly before we all sat down together to eat. During dinner, I got the chance to get to know Marcie slightly. I said woman earlier because she is a little older than my daughter. I now know she is in her mid thirties. Like me she is a brunette, but unlike me she was a little bit let's say chubby although definitely not hugely overweight. While my daughter and I talked and laughed together I am afraid the other two were left a little on the periphery. However we saw the error of our ways after a little cough from her girlfriend. Suitably rebuked we involved the other two in the conversation. I soon discovered that Marcie had a keen sense of humour and a sparkling intellect. Conversation with her was both a challenge and a pleasure and gradually the other two became excluded from what we were talking about. Do you know for the life of me I cannot remember what we talked about! My daughter and her girlfriend noticed how Marcie and I were paying a lot of attention to each other, but they didn't mind in the slightest. After dinner, the three of them insisted on clearing up the kitchen and in my own home ordered me out of my own kitchen! I would never admit I was grateful because I was feeling a little tired and appreciated putting my feet up on the couch. Thinking about the night ahead I was grateful my couch was more comfortable than my daughter's! They were all tired and went to bed early. Of course there were protests about the sleeping arrangements but I would have none of it. My daughter and her girlfriend slept in my bed and Marcie slept in the guest room. The couch was really quite comfortable but I am glad I am no taller! On the Saturday morning we all lounged around and had a very lazy unhurried breakfast. Marcie had begun to join in the mother and daughter banter and laughter. While the two younger girls went to get showered and dressed, Marcie and I were left alone for the first time. She commented that I was a very tolerant mother letting her daughter bring her female lover to stay to which I replied, "And why not? Did they mention I am gay?" Marcie looked surprised and then answered, "No, I didn't know that. Did they tell you I am gay too?" While I had suspected that might be so her disclosure still surprised me with the frank and open way she admitted it. While I am open to selected close friends and family, I do not flaunt my sexuality and only rarely tell someone I have met only a few hours before that I am gay. The other two came back and Marcie went for her shower. Good job I have plenty of towels, we had bought some top of the line towels when I was still married and I managed to take them before my former husband missed them after the marriage ended. My daughter asked what I thought of Marcie and I had to say honestly she is such a vibrant and lovely person. I knew Marcie was bright and I wasn't surprised to learn she was on the point of completing her PhD. She is a very talented woman in so many ways. We went out for the afternoon and showed Marcie around the town doing all the usual touristy things and then showed her the local things. There is one restaurant off the beaten track that tourists don't know about and the food is better than any of the glitzy expensive tourist traps and half the price! Another bonus is that the owners are friends of mine, not that I take advantage, I always pay but we received better service and free drinks. I insisted on paying but allowed a vague promise that the girls would treat me next time. No I will not tell you where this wonderful restaurant is but I will say it looks thoroughly disreputable from the outside which is what keeps it a hidden jewel from non-locals. Back at my apartment we all sat in the living room enjoying a bottle of wine and sharing a wonderful conversation. My daughter's girlfriend was a lot less shy now she knew me and unlike previously joined in fully. I was so glad to see her join in and be one of the family. I had started to like Marcie a lot and monopolized her attention, something not lost on my daughter. She told me about her doctoral thesis, a subject that went right over my head. It had something to do with a discovery she had made about trees. Don't ask me to tell you what it was all about because I don't understand. However I could see the passion she had for the subject and she was a compelling speaker with a wonderful musical voice that held your attention. Perhaps I was becoming smitten with her even then. All too soon a wonderful weekend came to a close and the three of them had to return to university. I received not only my usual hug from my daughter but one from her girlfriend. That meant a lot to me as it meant she was accepting me into her family. I had accepted her into ours and she understood that. Marcie thanked me profusely and promised she would come again and invited me to hear her present her doctoral thesis at her dissertation. I realised what an honour she was bestowing on me and accepted. A few weeks later I received a formal invitation from Marcie and planned my visit. As this was a formal occasion, I selected one of my better business outfits and then changed my mind completely and went out to buy a new dress. I was pleased I did, as although the occasion was formal, my original outfit would have been too formal if that makes any sense. I was surprised to find out my daughter had not been invited and when I asked Marcie why not during the reception before the formal dissertation began, she replied that she wanted me to be there to support her as she had found I was a real friend. Then for the first time she hugged me. She told me how nervous she was and asked for my support during her presentation. I promised I would be rooting for her and gave her a hug of support. She smiled but still looked nervous. I found my way into the lecture theatre and took a seat towards the back on one side where she would be able to see me. To be honest I found the whole process incomprehensible while Marcie presented her thesis and then a number of professors questioned her while trying to demolish her ideas. They did not succeed and she had all her answers ready for them as though she knew in advance what they would ask. She came across as a very confident and smart woman who knew exactly what she was talking about. After the presentation and the questioning the professors went into a side room to confer. Marcie came and sat next to me and to my surprise she was literally shaking because she was so nervous. After a little while, an usher came to summon her to the professors. A few minutes later Marcie returned looking stunned then burst into such a radiant smile and just grabbed me and squeezed me tight. "I did it!" she almost shouted. "I got my PhD!!" I was so delighted for her but also still a little puzzled about why I was her only support. She later told me her parents disowned her because she was as they so charmingly put it queer. Forced to face life alone, she told me I was one of the very few people to be openly supportive of her. She told me she preferred more mature minds because they have life experience and more importantly depth and understanding. Like me, Marcie values intelligence and intellect and especially those who know how to use them. I stayed with my daughter that night and the next evening went with Marcie as her guest to a faculty dinner where she was the Guest of Honour for achieving her Doctorate. Doctor Marcie had to make a short speech. As Guest of Honour she sat at the top table while I sat at the far end of one wing. I did not mind, this was her evening and I was so delighted to see her enjoy her success. The dinner ended a little earlier than I had expected and Marcie and I found we had the rest of the evening to ourselves. As it was a Friday evening, on a whim I asked Marcie if she would like to spend the weekend with me in my apartment and relax after her stressful week. She accepted saying that would be lovely. We went to her little apartment and she packed a small bag, then I collected my things from my daughter's apartment glad not to have another night on that couch! The drive took us just under four hours and it was almost 2:00am when we arrived at my home. Both of us were very tired and quickly I threw some clean bedding on the guest bed for Marcie then went to my own bed where I fell asleep almost immediately. Marcie told me the following morning she too went straight to sleep very tired and very happy. The next morning I was up before Marcie and decided I wanted to cook her a homemade dinner that evening. When she was awake we had breakfast together and I told her what I had planned. She loved the idea and told me how much she had enjoyed the dinner I had prepared a few weeks before. We went out shopping and bought all the ingredients then went home where I got busy. Marcie helped me as best she could. Despite being a brilliant woman she was not a genius in the kitchen although that has changed now. I lit candles and we enjoyed a quiet dinner together with lots of wine. Afterwards I moved the candles to the coffee table and we relaxed on the couch. Marcie held my hand and looked into my eyes as she thanked me for being there for her. She looked so lovely in the candlelight and I began to hope for something more from our rapidly developing relationship. She was still looking into my eyes when she said quietly, "Barbara, I want so much to kiss you, would you mind?" I was surprised but also pleased, however I said, "But Marcie I am so much older than you are, are you sure? You are such a lovely young woman, how can you want to kiss an oldie like me?" She then surprised me by saying, "I am 35 years old Barbara, and although I know you are older than me, you don't look it. I want to kiss you. May I, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Marcie was 35? Impossible, she didn't look over 30 at the very most. But how could I refuse her? Looking into her eyes, I moved forward and just before our lips met I shut my eyes and pressed forward. Marcie pressed her lips against mine and we lightly kissed. Her hand continued to hold mine as we gently pressed our lips together. Breaking apart, we held each other lightly. She was so warm in my arms. Marcie I had not been to New Orleans in twenty years but two days there and it felt like home again. I was back at one of my favorite old haunts, a small local bar on a side street not far from the French Quarter. The tourist passed by the small alley like street on their way to and from the Quarter. Little did they know that they were passing up the true New Orleans for the commercial part, the real Jazz jam sessions for the put on. The real color and people for the styled and acted. It was a Friday afternoon. I order a beer at the bar and then looked for a place to sit. There was a small table with two chairs in the back corner that were empty. I headed that way. As I crossed the room, a hand on my arm stopped me. "You don't want to sit back there all alone," the large black man who had stopped me said with a big white toothy grin. "Come sit with us and have some fun. Sitting alone is for old folks who have to many memories and to little time." I chuckled and said, "Old, I'm getting fast and memories I have aplenty. Now time, that is a subject of debate, what is to much and what is to little?" "A philosopher of the old school," the man said as he indicated a chair across from him. "I'm Maurice, this is my main lady Marcie, and that's my brother by the same mother John." I nodded to each one as he made the introductions. "I'm Randy but my friends call me Tex." I said, as I moved around and sat down between Marcie and John. "Then you're from Texas?" John asked. "No, I'm from Louisiana originally but I do live over there now." "Then why do they call you Tex?" Marcie asked. I grinned at her as I replied, "Being called Louise started to many fights." Everyone laughed. "Actually, it started with an online handle and kind of spread." "Yeah, nicknames do kind of get out of hand, don't they." John said with a grin as he looked at his brother. "Don't even go there," Maurice said with a laugh. "It's taken me twenty years to outlive that." "So what brings you to New Orleans?" Marcie asked to change the subject. "I lived here for a while back in the mid sixties. I had to go to Pensacola for business, saw the sign on the way back and decided to take a vacation for a few days. Thought I would visit a few old friends and a few old haunts." "I take it that this is one of your old haunts," Maurice said. I nodded. "I used to play a horn over at one of Al Hurts places back then and this was our days off watering hole." "You're a musician then?" John asked. "Not any more, to many broken knuckles and busted lips. I was a little too crazy when I was younger and never gave any thought to the consequences." "Weren't we all," Maurice said softly. "Young and crazy, that is." Marcie and John looked at him sharply. To change the subject, I said, "It seems all my friends from back then have moved on or moved up and didn't leave a forwarding address." "This town is like that. Tourists come, tourists go, and the rest that live here just wander off. Those that ain't blown away by hurricanes," John said still watching his brother. "Yeah, it looks like that thing tore this town up pretty bad. The repairs and rebuilding looks good though. This area and the Quarter seemed to have faired pretty good." Maurice grinned and said, "This place will never die. The old voodoo protects it." I lifted my beer and toasted, "To New Orleans, may she live forever." The other three clinked bottles with me. We drained our beers and Maurice stood up. "Time for another round," he said as he made a circling gesture with his finger over the table at the bartender. "So, how long has it been since you lived here in Louisiana?" John asked. "When did they vote gambling in over here?" I asked. "Ninety two, I think." Maurice replied thoughtfully. "Or was it ninety three." "Anyway, they voted it in and I sold my club a few months later. I moved to Texas before the first of the year when it went into affect. I heard the bar closed by Valentine's Day. I haven't been back much, since." "Yeah, gambling brought in a few jobs but it sure has screwed up more lives than it fixed," John said nodding. "If it had stayed on the boats like it was supposed to, things might have been good but as usually, they let it get out of hand," Maurice said. "It sure killed the bar business. I'm surprised this place is still here." John laughed. "This place will be here when hell freezes over." "That's only because the devil drinks here on Sunday," Maurice said with a big grin. "Up in the northern half of the state, where I'm from, they close all the bars on Sunday." "They have no sense of history up there. Down here we drink on Sunday and party to the good old times," John said as he slid back to make room for the waitress to slid a beer tray onto the table. I held out a twenty. "My round, since I'm the guest," I said with a grin at Maurice. He grinned back. "You ain't too bad for a white boy," he said with an exaggerated accent. I looked at my arms quickly and laid one over by Marcie's dark mahogany arm. "I'm white? When the hell did that happen?" I asked in mock horror. "I knew all them damned showers couldn't be good for me." Everyone laughed. After a moment, Marcie leaned over and sniffed at my shoulder. "He does smell pretty good." She leaned over toward Maurice and wrinkled her nose. "I wish I could say the same for you." "Hey now, I worked my ass off all day. What do you expect, roses? A tugboat ain't no gardening job." Marcie grinned and leaned over to kiss him on his shoulder. "I'll scrub you back for you later, among other things," she whispered in a low sultry voice. "Now, that's more like it. When are we leaving?" Maurice said with a grin. "He ain't pussy whipped at all," John said with a laugh. You're just jealous you can't find you no main squeeze," Maurice shot back. "Aren't we all," I said with a grin and a sly glance at Marcie. "Hey now, you better quit bird dogging on my girl, ya hear." Maurice said with a grin at me and a wink at Marcie. "I've never been around dark skinned ladies much and very few light skinned ones that are anywhere near as beautiful as your lady." "Listen to him lay it on," John said with a laugh. "He does have a way with words, now don't he," Marcie whispered with a grin and a wink at me. Maurice grinned at Marcie and said, "He is right though, you are one beautiful and lusty lady." "He didn't say anything about lusty," Marcie whispered. "That's cause he don't know you like I do. If he did, he'd have put it first, at the top of the list." "No, I wouldn't. I'd be dead. If she didn't kill me, you would," I said with a laugh. "I've never killed nobody in my life," Marcie said and then added, "There's been a few who thought they had died by the time I turned them loose." She was smiling at Maurice as she said that last. "Don't be tell no lies now," Maurice said as he grinned back at Marcie. Talking to me, John said, "You just be careful around the sisters down here. They'll pinch that little white dick of yours off and use it for a toothpick." He laughed at his own joke and took a long pull on his beer. Looking at his brother, Maurice said, "You're one to be talking about toothpicks." "Hey, now," John said, "Lets not go and get personal here." Marcie laughed and whispered, "It must run in the family." Maurice looked at her and lifted one eyebrow. "Ten inches of rock hard dick ain't no toothpick." "When did you cut two inches off that thing?" John asked with a grin. "Cut two inches off, I'm wondering where he borrowed the two inches he added," Marcie added with a laugh. Maurice looked across the table at me and frowned. "Do you see what I put up with around here? No respect, no respect at all." I chuckled and shook my head. "Hey, don't look at me, I'm just the token white boy with the small dick." Everyone laughed. Maurice was down to a grin as he said, "You are pretty cool. Maybe Marcie can fix you up with one of her friends." Marcie gave him a sly grin. "Who said I might not want to keep him for myself? I ain't never tried any white bread myself, ya know." "You'd hurt the man. Get him someone smaller and safer, someone he can try out his training wheels on." Maurice said with a chuckle. Marcie laughed and shook her head. "You're crazy and I love ya for it." Maurice nodded and winked at her. ***** The afternoon turned into evening, which turned into the night. A jazz jam session started somewhere along the way and was going strong by the time all four of us decided that we'd had enough to drink. As I got ready to leave, John spent ten minutes trying to show me a handshake. I never got it right and ended up distracted by Marcie's hand on my elbow. "Where are you staying?" She asked over the loud crowd and the music. "I've got a room at a motel out by the airport." "How are you getting there?" Maurice asked from behind Marcie. "A cab, I guess. I hadn't thought about it until now." "Finding a cab down here at this time of night will be impossible," Maurice told me. "You might find one over on the edge of the Quarter but it's not safe for a white boy at night between here and there." "I can take him over to Hotel Square," John said. Maurice shook his head. "He can stay with us. There no need for you to walk all the way over there and back." "Whatever floats your boat," John said as he hugged Marcie good night. His hands remained on her ass for a second afterwards and he winked at her. She grinned back and winked. Maurice slapped his brothers nearest hand and said, "Hey, watch it, watch it. Don't be fingerprinting up the junk in the trunk." John laughed as he turned to hug his brother. Afterwards he grabbed a half full beer off the table and headed for the door. Marcie and I followed Maurice as we head for the door also. I was behind Marcie and my eyes would not stay off the swivel of her ass and the sway of her hips as she walked. There was some damned fine junk in her trunk. ***** Maurice and Marcie lived in a small shotgun house about three blocks from the bar, down toward the levee. From the outside, you could see where it had been remodeled from the hurricane. There was a new porch across the front. The insides were cozy and nicely furnished. The living room was divided from the bedroom and bathroom, which was divided from the kitchen, one behind the other. All the doors lined up down the middle of the house, from the front door to the back. You could shoot a shotgun in the front door and it would go out the back without hitting anything. Marcie got three beers while Maurice went to get a shower. I ended up sitting on the couch with Marcie in a reclining chair across from me. The recliner was the old-fashioned rocker type. She had her legs spread wide, one on each side of the footrest. She pointed her toes on one foot and used them to rock slowly. Her long flared skirt was pulled up above mid thigh and she had it pulled down in the middle covering her sex. I could see her long beautiful legs all the way to her hips on either side. Sipping her beer, she watched my face. After a moment, she smiled and asked, "You like my legs?" "They are beautiful, long and graceful." I replied. "Want to see more?" She asked as she moved her free hand to her stomach and slowly slid it down to cover her sex. My eyes followed her hand and when it stopped, I nodded. When I nodded she laughed and whispered, "Be careful, I might just show you something that bites." I licked my lips and glanced up at her face to see if she was joking. She laughed and stood up straddling the footrest. My eyes got wide as she whipped her peasant blouse off over her head. Her breasts were large but firm and stood out from her chest well. There was a three-inch very dark puffy looking circle on the end of each one. I licked my lips again out of reflex. Marcie grinned at me and dropped the blouse in her chair. Her dark hands came up to brush the lighter colored palms over her nipples. She shivered as she did, her eyes still on me. She flicked a fingernail against each nipple and they grew larger. A moment later, she pulled the waistband of her long flared skirt up to the bottom of her breasts and then slowly up over them. The hem of her skirt was mid thigh as she pushed the front of it between her thighs and sat back down. She held the dress between her legs as she leaned back and started to rock with her toes again. I took a shuddery breath and sighed. "Beautiful, just beautiful," I whispered with a touch of awe in my voice. Marcie took a sip of her beer and smiled. "Are you teasing the white boy?" Maurice asked from the darkened doorway of the bedroom. Marcie giggled and nodded. "I sure am and he's loving every second of it." "You'd better be careful, them white boys bite." Marcie laughed and looked away from my eyes for the first time since her hands had slid down her belly earlier. Looking at Maurice she whispered, "And just how is that a problem? You bite from time to time and you know how I love that." Maurice looked at me and grinned. "I have an idea that this one might bite and bite and then bite some more." Marcie shivered and looked at me. "Is that a fact," she whispered softly. "Do you bite Tex?" My eyes went from Marcie to Maurice. He was still grinning and nodded once as I looked at him. Looking back at Marcie I nodded. "I've been known to nibble a lot and to bite if the lady likes that," I whispered. If I had not been half drunk, I would have never been so bold with Maurice standing there. Marcie looked at Maurice. He nodded to her. She grinned and wiggled down in the chair until her ass was right on the edge of the seat. She dropped one hand to the side of the chair and lowered the footrest while the other one slowly gathered the cloth of her skirt up. Slowly her smoothly shaven sex came into view. Her outer lips and mound were slightly darker than the surrounding skin but the edges of those lips were lighter. I couldn't help licking my lips as her pussy lips slowly parted to show a bright pink slit. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. My eyes were on Marcie's pussy and her eyes were on my face. In a soft whisper she said, "I only like it rough once I get to the point I can't hold it back any longer." I glanced up at her face. She smiled and flexed her hips invitingly. I scooted forward, dropped to my knees, and crawled the five feet to her chair. She whimpered softly in anticipation as my head came even with her wide spread knees. I paused with my face less than six inches from her pussy and glanced toward the doorway where Maurice stood. He wasn't there. I looked up at Marcie and he stood behind her chair. His big hands were massaging her breasts through the material of her skirt. Marcie was breathing faster and looking at me. I wasn't sure what the deal was but Maurice seemed to be cool with it. Without further hesitation, I took a long lick up across one silky smooth outer lip and back down the other. Marcie whimpered softly the whole time my tongue was touching her skin. Her skin tasted sweet and salty at the same time with a musky overtone. I had not been sure what to expect but she didn't taste much different from any other woman I had licked. I took another lick but this one was up the center of her slit. Marcie let out a deep moan and flexed her hips up as my tongue brushed her clit. I had seen a few clits that were pea sized but this one was as big as the end of my little finger and hot pink. I circled it and then rolled it around with my tongue. Marcie gasped and then groaned deeply, raising her feet to rest her heels on the edge of the chair. I ran my tongue down her slit and circled her opening. "Oh yes!" she whispered sharply as I stabbed my tongue into her hot juicy depths. Her flavor filled my mouth. It was spicy and sweet with an earthy overtone. I wiggled my tongue deeper, which brought a groan from her. I love to eat pussy and took my time eating hers. I alternated up and down between her clit and her opening building her orgasm higher and higher. Once I dipped down and teased her anus with the tip of my tongue. She gave out with a growling shout and flexed her hips wildly for a few seconds. "I'd be careful there, her backside is extremely sensitive and drives her wilder than shit," Maurice whispered. I glanced up in time to see him drop the towel he had around his waist. His dick fell forward and brushed Marcie's full lips. She moaned and sucked on the head. His dick was half again as big around and three inches longer than mine was. With a grin, I tried to stab my tongue into Marcie's asshole. She tried to yell around the meat in her mouth but only a muffled mumble came out as she swallowed half of Maurice's dick. Maurice groaned softly, his hips moving back and forth slowly. Marcie was whining loudly as she put one hand on my head and grabbed Maurice's dick with the other. I tongued her ass for a few seconds more and then stuffed my tongue in her pussy and wiggled it around wildly. She humped her hips as I did, another muffled yell coming from around the dick in her mouth. I kept it up until her hips slowed. Licking my way upward, I paused and sucked on her long thin inner lips. I spend time sucking and nibbling gently on them. I could see her belly jerking and trembling as I did. I took a moment to spread them out on either side of her slit, just using my tongue. I lifted my head to admire the beauty of my handy work. Maurice was pinching and twisting her nearest nipple as she sucked his dick. Her head moved in counterpoint to his hips, her lips would cover almost two thirds of his dick each time. I wondered what those soft full lips would feel like on my dick. Her hand fluttering on my head made me smile before I sucked in one inner lip and chewed it gently. Her hips fluttered when I did, so I chewed a little harder. She moaned and lifted her hips, pressing her sex to my face. I released that thin strip of flesh and sucked in the other. This one I chewed a little harder. Marcie gasped loudly and then moaned deeply. I paused and sucked both lips in and chewed roughly on them. Marcie gave out with a muffled yell and pulled my head tighter to her sex as she pressed upward with her hips. I had one hand on her hip and one on the edge of the chair for support. I moved the one on the chair over and ran a fingertip up and down the crack of her ass. My fingernail teasing the tight bud of her anus made her yell even louder and flex her hips. The fingertip pressed and relaxed against the opening when she did. Between my chewing on her tender inner lips and my fingertip in her asshole, Marcie was not sure which way to move. I let her inner lips slowly slip from between my teeth as I pressed my finger deeper in her ass. She gave out with a quivering whimpering moan as her hips started to shake. I latched onto her clit and sucked on it. She yelled and then jerked as my finger went deeper into her ass. Her hips trembled but she did not move. When I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit and sawed the finger in and out of her ass, she came unglued. She yelled, swallowed Maurice to the hilt, and flexed her hips wildly. I fucked her ass with my finger and held onto her clit as I fluttered my tongue lightly and quickly back and forth over it. She was coming like mad. Her stomach jerked and I could feel a slippery fluid on my finger, which allowed it to move faster and deeper in her ass. If it hadn't been for Maurice's dick, she would have yelled loud enough to wake the neighbors. From the way Maurice was moaning, she was working his dick over really well. Her hand slapping at my head finally made me abandon her clit. I went back to tongue fucking her sweet juicy pussy. Her hips took up a slow steady rocking as I did. Marcie "Tex, move over, sit on the couch, and get rid of those jeans, it's time to get serious." Maurice said. I looked up at him and then sat back on my heels. I could feel Marcie's juices on my face. Maurice laughed and said, "You sure do get into your eating, don't ya." "If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right." I told him as I stood up, backed up, and unbuckled my belt. I slipped my boots off and then took off my jeans. I sat down on the couch as Maurice took his dick away from Marcie. She whimpered softly and opened her eyes. When Maurice pointed to me, she looked my way. With a grin, she whispered, "Now ain't that a nice dick that Tex has for me over there." She looked up at Maurice and nodded. "If I went over there on my hands and knees, do you think you can find a place for yours?" "Oh yeah, I know just the place," Maurice replied grinning. Marcie sat up with a slight groan and then went to her knees on the hardwood floor. Slowly, with a feline grace she crawled over to me. Her eyes were on my dick the whole time. I spread my knees as she got to them. She smiled and moved on forward to take a long lick up my dick. Her tongue was hot and slippery as it slid over my sensitive skin. I must have sucked in a sharp breath because Maurice chuckled and said, "You are surly in for a treat the likes of which you ain't ever seen or felt before." I looked up at him and a second later Marcie swallowed my dick to the hilt. Her hot mouth, soft full lips, and fluttering tongue made me gasp. When she hollowed her cheeks and lifted her lips back to the head I groaned loudly. I've had many, many blowjobs but this was the most sensuous thing I had ever felt. Marcie literally made love to my dick with her mouth. She never touched it with her hands. Her hands were on top of my thighs and I could feel her warm smooth breasts between my thighs. I squeezed them gently by closing my legs slightly. Marcie made a soft growling moan around my manhood. A moment later, Maurice moved over and knelt behind Marcie. He ran his big hands up and down her back and then over her marvelous ass. Marcie sucked my dick even harder and shifted her knees to the side, spreading her thighs. Maurice's hand slipped between her legs and cupped her sex. "Damn, you're wet enough to float that tug boat I work on." Marcie giggled around my dick and then moaned deeply. The vibrations and her fluttering tongue made me lift my hips slightly. Maurice had a finger in her sopping wet pussy and was slowly working it in and out. "Tex must have done one serious job of eating this thing, he sure has it hot and juicy," Maurice whispered as he added a second finger and leaned over to kiss up and down Marcie's back. Marcie moaned loudly and deeply, her mouth and tongue getting wilder on my dick. I was close to coming and didn't want to yet. I tried to push her head away but that made her growl and suck even harder. "You can't take a bone away from a black woman," Maurice whispered and then laughed. "You'd be better off trying to get a junk yard dog off that thing. If you're ready, just give it to her, she won't even quit then. She'll keep going until she can't go no more." Marcie was whimpering and moaning as Maurice worked the fingers in her pussy hard and fast. About the time I came, he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. He was sucking on them and making sounds like it was the best tasting thing on the planet. He was not far wrong as far as I was concerned. For only the third time in my life, I came in a woman's mouth. I never understood that. I love blowjobs and I love eating pussy but I have this hang up about coming in a woman's mouth. With Marcie, I had no choice, no choice at all. She wanted it and she got it. ***** I slowly came back to my senses to find Maurice on his knees behind Marcie. His hips were working slowly backwards and forwards as hers wiggled from side to side. She was nursing on my semi soft dick, her head resting on my thigh. I could feel her head move and her breast brush my inner thighs as Maurice moved. Maurice grinned at me and whispered, "There ain't nothing like dipping the old snake in a hot, sopping wet, tight pussy. Bouncing your hips off of a hot black woman's ass, no skinny white girl's ass can compare to a sisters." I watched Marcie's ass bounce, jiggle, and ripple as his hips slapped her softly. I just nodded. My mind could not come up with anything to say. That orgasm had sapped my strength and intelligence. I was floating along on a cloud of bliss. "Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?" Maurice asked suddenly. Again, I only nodded. When I did, he asked, "Did you like it?" I nodded again and he grinned broadly. He leaned over Marcie's back and whispered in her ear, "How would you like a dick in your ass as well as one in your pussy?" Marcie gave out with a whining moan and sucked my dick harder and faster as she nodded her head quickly. "How about it white boy? When she gets that thing blown back up, you want to fuck a black ladies ass?" My eyes must have gotten wide because he laughed and said, "Sure you do." He slapped his hips harder against Marcie's ass a time or two and then slowed back down. "She's going to go out of her ever loving mind. She's dreamed of this for four years that I know of." "Why me?" I asked suddenly as the thought popped into my head. "She likes you and you're not from around here," he said without missing a beat with his hips. "The fact that you're white will just add to it for her. She's always dreamed of fucking a white boy but never had the nerve until tonight." Marcie whimpered softly and wiggled her ass. My dick was noticeable harder as she continued to suck and visions of my white dick sliding into her dark sexy ass floated around in the back of my brain. Her anus had felt tight even on my finger. What would it feel like on my dick? I moaned softly at that thought and my dick twitched in Marcie's mouth. She whimpered again and fluttered her tongue up and down the vein on the bottom of my shaft. My dick was nearly as hard as it was earlier. Maurice spanked Marcie's ass hard for a couple of strokes. She made a whimpering sound and bobbed her head. She sucked on my dick with more enthusiasm, as if that were even possible. Her soft lips rubbed up and down along the shaft, and her tongue swirling all over it was working wonders. Not to mention how good it felt. I could feel another orgasm rising. I gently lifted Marcie's head away from my dick. Maurice smiled and spanked her ass several times with long full strokes. Then he paused and leaned over to whisper, "Are you ready for the thrill of your life?" Marcie moaned as he rose up and then sat back, his dick coming out of her pussy. He turned and lay down on his back on the floor. He held his long thick dick up, pointing it at the ceiling. "Come here baby, come have a seat on the blacksnake ride." He said with a chuckle. Marcie sat back on her heels and looked over at him. With a quick glance up at me, she shivered and then crawled over straddling Maurice's hips. She lowered her hips and with Maurice guiding his dick, she impaled herself on it. A low drawn out moan followed as her ass met his hips. I felt like I was in a dream as I moved down on the floor behind Marcie. Some men are tit men, and some are leg men, I'm an ass man. Marcie had one of the most magnificent asses that I had ever seen. High, round, and tight, it was perfection. Being bent over as she was, with her knees spread wide by Maurice's body, the deep cleft was spread open. The puckered ring of her anus was darker than the surrounding skin and crinkled looking. It had the look of an ass that loved to be fucked. I never could explain that, but it's true. Maurice pulled Marcie down for a kiss and her ass went up higher. I groaned at the thought of fucking her. Suddenly it dawned on me, I had nothing to lube my dick with. Marcie sat up and started to work her hips up and down. I could hear the squishy sounds her wet pussy made as Maurice's dick worked in and out. "Uh, Maurice, do you have any lube?" "Bedroom, left nightstand, top drawer," He grunted with the same rhythm as Marcie's hips. I almost ran to the bedroom for the lube. I fumbled with the bottle as I tried to walk back and lube my dick at the same time. Maurice saw me coming and pulled Marcie back down for another kiss. This one was longer and more passionate. I knelt behind her and dribbled a little of the oil between the cheeks of her ass. She jerked and moaned into Maurice's mouth. She moaned even louder as I used a finger to first rub her anus and then to probe it. The slippery digit sank in easily. I fingered her ass for a minute or so and then inserted two. It was a tighter fit and Marcie cried out softly as I worked them deeper. Her hips quivered and then shook. I could feel her inner muscles grabbing and trying to hold my slow moving fingers. A few minutes later, my hand was shaking as I rubbed the head of dick up and down in the crack of her ass. Her hips moved trying to line it up with her anus. She was whimpering and moaning loudly as she kissed Maurice, her head moving around with the intensity of the kiss. I had my knees on the outside of Maurice's and had to spread them wider to get the right angle to press the head of my dick to her asshole. Marcie froze as I did. I held a pressure on our connection and a second later the head of my dick popped through to slide a few inches up her ass. To say that Marcie came unglued would be a total understatement. Her ass started to move in circles, and then in circles and up and down. I suddenly found my dick buried to the hilt in the hottest, tightest ass I had ever had the pleasure of fucking. I heard Maurice groan and whisper, "Oh shit, get you some." Marcie was fucking both of us with a sliding, twisting motion that I had never felt before. I could feel Maurice as he thrust up as best he could. Marcie was completely quiet for the first time since I had poured out the oil. She was more than making up for it with what her hips said. I grabbed her hips and tried to match my shorter strokes to Maurice's longer ones. My hips slapping her ass sounded loud all of a sudden as her hips moved faster and stronger. It was a three-way race to see who would come first. To this day, I'm not sure who finished where but I can honestly say we all won. Maurice bridged up about the time I began to come and then Marcie was grinding her ass hard back against me and down on him. I don't know what Maurice was feeling but Marcie's asshole was trying to crush my dick one second and milking it the next. I kept coming as it did. ***** I ended up sleeping in the bed with the two of them. Marcie was in the middle, lying with her head on his shoulder, and I was cuddled up to her ass. My dreams were filled with very erotic clips of my white dick in her black ass. If I hadn't been so drained, they would have been wet dreams, I'm sure. I woke up with the hard on from hell. Between the dreams and having to pee, I literally hurt. I was alone in bed and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I needed to pee so bad I really didn't care who was in there, so I rolled out of bed. Marcie was in the shower when I opened the door. She looked at me through the clear glass of the shower door and grinned. "Morning," she said and then her eyes took in my hard on. "And a damned good morning at that." "I have to pee." I told her as I walked over to the commode. "Don't you dare waste that," she said as she opened the shower door in invitation. "I have someplace a hell of a lot nicer to ring it out with, believe me," she added turning around and bending over. My eyes went to her ass and memories of my dick in there, flooded back. "But I have to pee," I said again. She grinned at me and wiggled her hips back and forth. "I heard you. Now get your ass in here and stick that thing in mine again. It felt good last night when I was drunk, now I want to see if it's still as good when I halfway sober." "I... uh... I...." I mumbled as I walked over to the shower door. Marcie took a half step to the side and ran her hand between her legs. The long middle finger running in her bright pink slit, across her opening, and then back to tease the darker circle of her anus. My memories of the tight heat of her ass made me groan as I stepped in the shower behind her and closed the door. "Uh, I need to get the lube," I whispered. Before I could turn around, she chuckled and dipped her finger in her pussy. "I got all the lube in the world, right here, believe me." Never being shy, I moved closer to her, pushed my dick down and rubbed the head over her silky smooth opening. She pushed back suddenly and I found myself buried to the hilt in hot sweet slippery wetness. I groaned and she sighed as her ass slapped wetly against my hips. "Oh, that feels so good," she whispered and wiggled her ass from side to side and up and down. I had to agree. A piss hard on in the morning is a strange thing. It tingles and itches like you're about to come but you aren't. It's so hard it physically hurts. Burying it in a hot, surprisingly tight, wet pussy was a completely new experience for me. Marcie bent a little more and rested her cheek on her hands against the tiled wall. I reached under her and cupped a breast in each hand. I could feel her hard nipples on my palms as I massed her breasts. She rotated her ass and I groaned again. I had never felt any woman move like that. "I love the feel of Maurice's big dick but yours is so damned hot. It's like a burning rod." she whispered and moved her hips faster. She moaned softly. "Rub my clit and rub it hard," She instructed. My right hand dropped to cup her sex and then to explore for her clit. It wasn't hard to find. It was large, hot, and sticking up at the top of her slit. I rolled it around with my fingertip. "Harder," she said sharply as her hips moved faster and her ass pressed back against me even more firmly. I pressed my fingertip to her clit tighter and rolled it around, feeling it jerk and thump against her pelvic bone. I wanted to give her what she wanted but I did not want to hurt her either. From the soft gasping groan, I figured I was doing it right. Suddenly she moaned very loudly and her hips lost their rhythm. They were jerking and twitching and a hot flood washed over my dick as she came. I groaned and flexed my hips against her ass. "Stick it in me, fuck my ass," she said loudly, her hips shaking and her legs trembling. I pulled my hips back, grabbed my dick, and rubbed the head on the puckered ring of her anus. With the head lined up, I pressed forward and then she suddenly jammed her ass back. My dick popped through the tight ring of muscles and I was buried to the hilt in her ass. She yelled sharply and then started to fuck herself on my dick as she had with her pussy. I was frozen to the spot for several seconds by the feel of her tight, hot ass. I groaned and flexed my hips. I was fucking her as she rotated her ass. Last night had been one thing but this was something else altogether. I grabbed her hips and started to really spank her ass. She yelled, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me," as she came up on her toes and threw her head back. I was only too happy to comply. I still had to pee but now an orgasm was rising from the depth of my soul as I spanked her ass with loud wet slapping sounds. A growling groan was coming from her and getting stronger and louder as I continued to fuck her ass. Then I was there. I was coming like never in my life. My dick felt like it exploded and I could feel the heat of it around the head of my dick and back along my shaft. I really did not have the brainpower or the time to think about it as we collapsed in a heap on the shower floor. Somehow, I ended up sitting on the floor and Marcie was on my lap, my dick still in her ass. She was twitching and jerking in her own land of orgasmic bliss. Her asshole was grabbing and squeezing my dick for all it was worth. I just sat there in a daze and enjoyed it. ***** It was some time later that we finally got up from the floor and started to wash each other. Not much was said, but there were smiles, grins, and a lot of gentle teasing touches that had nothing to do with bathing. After drying each other off, we made it to the bed and collapsed into it to cuddle up spoon fashion. I was behind her, my hips cuddled up to her warm firm ass. I had a hand over her cupping a breast. My thumb rolled the nipple around in a lazy absentminded way. I remember hearing her sigh several times and then I slept. ***** I awoke to the mid afternoon heat. There was no one in the little shotgun house but me. I looked for a note but didn't find any. I got dressed, walked a few blocks over to a main street, and called a cab. I had it stop by the bar but neither Maurice nor Marcie was there. I headed for my hotel to get my car, something to eat, and a change of clothes. ***** I spent an extra three days in New Orleans. I spent it at the little bar or driving past the little shotgun house. I never saw Marcie again and never saw the door open or lights on in the house. I finally headed home with a sad feeling in my heart. I'll never forget that trip or her, ever. Marcie This is a work of fiction. I make no pretense that they might even exist as real people under other names. All characters in this tale are over the age of 18. Since this is my first effort please give me some benefit of the doubt when it comes to plot and style. With grammar or spelling the floor is yours. If this offends you, exercise your constitutional rights and don't read it My endless gratitude to Kate B. My editor and I hope still my friend after what I've done to her corrections and suggestions. Without her insights as a woman this story would not be what it is. =================================== You know it was a meeting room just as I had expected. Fluorescent lights and folding chairs, a coffee pot in the back of the room that buzzed and gurgled as I guess it should. The ceiling was textured with that sound dampening tiles that spoke of low budget construction. The carpeting was that awful blue commercial stuff with no give underfoot. There was a long folding table placed across the front of the room, you know, those stupid things with the spindly legs and false wood grained paper as its surface. The lights gave the place a cold impersonal feel. To make matters worse there was a knot of old men gathered around the coffee pot looking much like a convention of homeless bums. Of course, I knew every one of them by their first names, I have been coming here twice a week for almost a month. I've heard most of their stories by now. They are alcoholics and junkies. They were addicts, just like me, on the other hand my addiction is different. The meeting opened in the usual way, the addicts' serenity prayer followed by the Pledge of Allegiance to our flag, since we were meeting in the hall of a local veteran's group. My counselor (psychologist), Bill was moderating the meeting tonight and he, of course welcomed all the junkies to home court. Bill introduced me to the gathering of people who all knew me anyway. All the while I was thinking just how yummie Bill look tonight, I wonder if he's getting enough at home? Do you think he'd like oral with me? How big is his cock? The intro is just a formality, but that's part of what they try to install in us, a sense of normality and stability in our world of emotional quick sand. I made my way to the head table and approached the stupid podium on the table hands shaking like leafs in a hurricane. My insides were in a total knot. I do hate public speaking. I even had to take it three times in college to get a passing grade. I looked out over the group noting the faces of all the guys that have been my companions and protectors for the last month. I swallowed my heart and began....."Hi, I'm Marci and I'm an addict." I continued: "My addiction is a little different from yours though, I'm a sex addict." I can't think of anything that I have at least not tried." My mind shifted gears and I went back trying to recall how this sad state of affairs came to be. I wasn't always promiscuous. I was just another soccer mom. I really started down this path back in college. I was like all the other girls I guess, and tried out my wings sexually with more than a few boys. That is until I met Don. He wasn't like any of the other guys, at least in my eyes. He treated me like a lady even though I found that I did like sex.....a lot. We were madly in love then and dated exclusively until graduation. Well at least that's what he believed. I was a knock out, at least in his eyes. I am still 5 feet 4 inches tall, 127 pounds with dirty blonde hair to my shoulders. If you really must know my vitals, I am 36c, 27, 38. I still go to the gym and swim a few times a week to keep my figure even after a couple of kids. And even if I am a couple of pounds overweight I carry them well and hardly ever fail to turn heads when I doll up. I was the typical stay at home mom, totally faithful to Don and our marriage. Our life was wonderful. That is until last year. My eldest, Heather finished her studies and went off to New York to her dream job. Connor, my baby was in his junior year at school as well, and it seemed my world was collapsing around my ears. Don and I had had a wonderful sex life up until then. There was nothing I denied Don that he wanted. No fantasy we didn't at least discuss. The fact of the matter was that Don was satisfied with vanilla sex. But for some reason that I still don't understand it just wasn't enough. Don didn't come to me with his cock long and hard for me anymore. Honestly, I was frustrated and horny beyond belief. Instead of soothing my itching pussy, he chose to ignore it, I guess thinking I had started menopause early and no longer wanted to fuck. I felt our marriage was a train wreck, stuck in the mud, going nowhere fast. Then I started to masturbate until that no longer satisfied either. To improve things I started going to the internet porn sights to "motivate" my libido. I had some of the hugest orgasms watching women cuckold their husbands with these big black cocks they called bulls. It became a game to watch these women fuck these huge cocks screaming in total delight and orgasmic collapse. Most cuckolded their hubbies with black cocks. I wanted that....I needed that.....I would have done anything to be in their shoes. I was desperate for it! Fate stepped in that spring. I was over at my neighbor Ellie's place just doing what neighborhood wives do for boredom. We were having coffee and a gab session. In the course of things that chat turned into sex talk. I don't know why it did, it had never happened before. But this time we were sitting there discussing our most intimate secrets. Ellie revealed to me that she and her hubby were very open minded in their attitude towards sex and sometime swung with other couples. In fact, she told me she was kind of attracted to my husband Don. I guess she was hinting that maybe we should get together some evening to party. I was a bit put off by the fact that she wanted to screw my man, but I did pick up on something else. She said she goes to adult chat rooms and meets men there. She said she hadn't met anyone she would have an affair with yet since she and Ted don't swing separately. Then again she hinted that she might if the right big cock appeared on scene. We giggled at that. But the whole thing with the chat room sounded so exciting and erotic, it aroused me totally. To be able to share my dirtiest thoughts with someone I didn't know was so hot. I nearly ran back to my place and fired up my trusty laptop. I booted up the internet and did a search for adult chat rooms. I was totally amazed by how many types of sexy chat rooms there seemed to be. I looked in to the lobby of a few with my hands shaking only to be disappointed that I wasn't making immediate contact. I quickly shut down the connection suddenly feeling guilty about what I was doing. I spent that night while Don slept fingering myself lightly not wanting to wake him, but the chat room thing was running through my head like an out of control freight train. Thoughts whirled and whirled through my mind The next morning after Don had left for work I quickly neatened up the house and turned on my computer. I was again cruising the chat rooms just watching and hoping for a connection. Then it happened!! There was a message for me. My nickname was curvy1 and my name was on the screen from a "Boner69". It just said: "Hi". I answered him "hello". And we started to have a real pleasant chat, nothing naughty or gross at all. He seemed like a nice guy. Finally, after nearly an hour I was getting tired of being nice. I thought these sites were about being naughty and I wanted to be naughty. I told Boner what I was thinking and he replied that he thought that was the purpose too. He asked me why was I really here. I had to stop and really think that one over. I think it is called cybersex and I wanted it badly. I needed to cum in the worst way. Finally, I had to admit I was here to be naughty, to meet a man and do the dirty with him, at least virtually. He replied that, "then maybe that's what we should do." He asked me what I was wearing. I told him a white cotton blouse and denim shorts. He told me he had on slacks since he was at his office and a button down shirt. No T-shirt and no briefs...he always goes commando. This made me feel a shutter down below. I was getting horny and felt guilty, more than I ever had. He then shocked me and asked my measurements. I told him feeling a little slutty and I asked him for his. He told me he was 6 ½ soft, but nearly 8 and ½ hard (man this is exciting! this is what I need). I shuddered at the thought my Don was nowhere near that size and I could picture it in my mind. Unconsciously I had been rubbing my left boob. I felt the sticky wet in my panties. I gasped shaking and feeling like an orgasm coming on, I shook all over and slammed the power switch on my computer to off. I sat there thinking about what I had just done and how it made me feel so, so alive, so, so horny.....so, so naughty...I loved it! I had never in my life ever done anything so naughty, but it felt so good. I wanted more, needed more, and I was going to have more. The next morning, as soon as Don was out of the house I was back on the computer and sure enough Boner69 was on the user's list. I "privated" right away and gushed my apology for how I'd behaved the day before. Ed was a real gentleman and just replied that friends don't need to apologize to friend. So, now we were best buddies? I guess so, and I did like chatting with him. After half an hour of this and that out of the blue, Ed asked me if I was as horny as he was. He had hit the nail on the head of course, and with trembling lips at being discovered, I replied "Yes". He said: "Me too, why don't we do something about that. Going on he said: "Marci....why don't you touch your boobs for me? Just a light rub." I thought about it and decided to fake it and replied, "OK". But after a second or two I realized my right hand was indeed lightly rubbing my boob over my blouse. God it felt so good, my nipple was as hard as a pebble and I could feel that old warmth building down below. I was making myself really horny. Ed then typed to me: "Honey, I'm rubbing my cock through my slacks thinking about you, Marci." That was it! I immediately had my first virtual orgasm and really went limp. We chatted then for another few minutes. Ed suggested that we should get cameras and we could then watch each other while we get off. I immediately agreed. As soon as we had signed off, I got up jumped into the soccer mom mobile and headed to the local computer store. In less than an hour I was up and on line to send and receive cam from my lappy. I couldn't wait to get on-line with Boner again. I was so horny though I thought I was going to faint. I could feel myself wet and hot down there. I had to share what I was feeling. I ran next door and almost didn't stop to knock. Ellie was in the kitchen. She was wearing a light sun dress, you know the button down the front with wide straps across the shoulders that cross in the back. I just went up to and started blubbering about what I'd done and how I felt. Finally when I calmed down a bit she gently raised her hand to my cheek and looked me directly in the eyes, put her hand behind my neck and drew me in for a kiss, a kiss that lasted an eternity. All the while I was thinking how nice it felt to kiss a woman and why on earth hadn't I done this sooner. As we stood there in the kitchen kissing I got brave. I slowly raised my hand caressing her side starting at her wide curved hip and ended on the side of her breast. We each took a breath and looked down at Ellie's boob. She smiled at me and brought her hand up lifting my tit as well. My panties were gushing. Ellie kissed me again, lightly kissing this time and asked if we might be more comfortable in the bed room. I could only nod, she took my hand and let me to paradise. Once there we resumed the kiss, tongues dueling for more wonderful sensations. I couldn't resist and unbuttoned her sun dress one button at a time. I thought to myself that this was meant to happen and how badly I needed her. Once I had her in her panties, she reciprocated, except when she got to my panties, I looked her squarely in the eyes and hooked my thumbs in the waist band and tugged them to my feet. They were totally soaked with my love juices. I pushed Ellie to the bed and proceeded to first suck on her toes one at a time. She was quietly whimpering as I did. Then I kissed my way ever so slowly upwards towards paradise. Her woman's aroma filled my senses. Ellie was now moaning loudly encouraging me on wards toward her sex. Once I had arrived at heaven I stopped and let her need catch up with my actions. She was begging me: " lick me baby, baby I need you to make me cum." And I did. I took her nether lips in my mouth and massaged her with my tongue. Ellie tasted so so sweet. She bucked and moaned and nearly threw me off as she came for the second time. She was pulling at her nipples almost savagely with her ecstasy. She begged me to stop, and I did, catching my breath. She pulled me up and we kissed again. This time I noticed that we were just the right size that her nipples rubbed against mine as we kissed. What a turn on!! I had pussy juice just running out of me. I was so hot. Ellie rolled me over and proceeded to slide down to my aching nipples and started sucking on the pebble hardened nubs. As she did she also kneaded my boobs like bread ready to rise, but the only thing rising was my temperature. I needed her to suck my pussy. I was like a crazy woman. I had never had sex with anyone in my life except Don. I placed my hands on her shoulders to give her the hint as to what I wanted next. She complied laying little kisses and bunny bites on my tummy as she slid down the bed to my honey pot. She sucked and nibbled on my clit until I had cum at least three times. Then for some reason I looked up. There stood Ted with the most enormous cock I had ever seen in his hand slowly stroking himself as he watched Ellie and me. It was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It was perfectly symmetrical and long. I don't know how long, but long enough to convince me I needed it. I needed to taste and touch it. I literally jumped out of bed and onto the head of Ted's wonderful man meat. As I was on my knees worshiping his enormous hose, Ellie came up and started swapping spit with her man, gently rubbing his nipples. I was in heaven. Ted pulled on my hair encourging me to suck him deeper I looked up at the alarm clock on night stand. OMFG I screamed, Don would be home in 20 minutes and I had no fucking idea what to fix for dinner! TO BE CONTINUED...