0 comments/ 29434 views/ 1 favorites Virtually Yours By: FeJuggler Wynn waited nervously by the gate, watching for a face that she'd only seen in electronic images before. The stream of travellers deplaning seemed endless; Wynn was abruptly afraid that Di had changed her mind at the last moment. Her fear was unfounded, however. One of the last women from the plane proved to be the real life image of Wynn's favorite gif files. An eager smile adorned Di's face as she nearly skipped from the jetway. Spotting Wynn, she strode lightly across the waiting area, stopping before her virtual lover. Hands twisting the hem of her black skirt nervously, Di looked up into Wynn's face. "I was afraid you might not come," said Wynn, at a loss for words now that her paramour was finally here. "The thought never crossed my mind," Di said. Then, blushing, she added, "Not much, at least." Wynn took both of Di's hands in hers. A man carrying a garment bag gave them a strange look, but both women ignored him. "What do you want to do first?" Wynn asked. Di smiled. "Find somewhere more private than the airport gate?" Wynn nodded, smiling back, and led the other woman toward the baggage claim. Di glanced around nervously, realized that the latenight airport was pretty much deserted. "I've got something to show you," she whispered into Wynn's ear as they walked. Wynn glanced at her questioningly. Di grasped Wynn's hand in hers and led it beneath the bottom of her skirt. Wynn caught her breath sharply as she felt the smooth, naked buttock beneath the bouncing material. "I told you I was going to," teased Di. "That's one up for you," Wynn said, grinning. She squeezed the other girl's rear once before reluctantly removing her hand. Di sighed, resisting the urge to turn and press her lips to the other woman's. Wynn gave her a knowing look, the wide smile still covering her face. "Are we going to your house?" asked Di. The pair was seated in the front seat of Wynn's car, baggage thrown in the back. "Of course," answered Wynn. "But I've got something to do first." Leaning over, she wrapped one arm around Di's shoulder and pressed her lips firmly to the other girl's. At that first slight contact both women felt like a fireball had ignited between them. The air around them around them seemed to cave in, forcing their bodies closer, arms tightening as they fought frantically to fuse their lips together. Wynn felt Di's tongue slide into her mouth and gave a silent sigh. A small eternity passed as they savored the taste of each other's mouths in the abandoned parking garage, oblivious and uncaring of any passerby. When they finally broke, Di leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Wynn wasn't quite finished, however. "I've got something to show you, now," she said, a mischevious smile spreading across her face. When Di's eyes opened again, Wynn lifted her sweater up to her neck in one smooth motion. Beneath it, her nipples were already hardening at the tips of her uncovered breasts. Di's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "I told you I would," Wynn mimicked. Di didn't answer -- instead, she leaned forward and licked tentatively at the exposed breast. A shudder rippled through Wynn's body as she watched the tip of Di's tongue make the barest contact with her nipple. She grasped Di's head with both hands and pulled the other woman tighter to her breast, crying aloud when Di's mouth opened and sucked hard at the tender flesh. Di's hand flew to Wynn's other breast as her tongue laved the stiff bud in her mouth. After a moment Di pulled her head back, the captive breast distending as the suction from her mouth kept it trapped. When it finally popped free Wynn's nipple was swollen and glistening. Di attacked Wynn's other breast hungrily, and in a moment a series of convulsions shot through Wynn's body. Di straightened up in her seat, amazed. "That's three for me," panted Wynn. She pulled her sweater back down, shuddering again as the material scraped against her hyper-sensitive breasts. Di laughed. "What do you mean, three?" "One for not wearing a bra, one because I kissed you first, and one because you didn't believe me that my nipples were sensitive enough to give me an orgasm." "But one more for me," Di said, smiling. "I bet that we wouldn't make it home first, remember?" Wynn started the car and released the emergency brake. "It's still three to two," she said. She gave her online lover a wicked smile. "You know what that means." Di looked uncertain for a fleeting second, then she glanced at Wynn's still-heaving chest and the smile returned to her face. "I guess we'd better find a place to pay up," she said. Di looked down at the top of Wynn's head with lust-filled eyes, one hand holding a near-empty glass of wine, the other hanging loosely over the arm of her chair. Between her naked legs kneeled Wynn, head moving back and forth slightly as her lips and tongue worked at Di's heated core. Di's back arched occasionally, uncontrollably, as Wynn's tongue swiped at her exposed clit. The kneeling woman's ass swayed invitingly, drawing Di's gaze and illiciting a Dip moan. Pushing Di's legs a bit further apart, Wynn kissed her way down one thigh and licked briefly at the inside of her lover's knee. "It was very nice of you to pass on the win," murmured Di. She groaned again as Wynn's mouth returned upward, one broad stroke covering Di's outer lips. Driving her tongue Dip into Di's body, Wynn trailed her long fingernails down the insides of Di's thighs. "I thought it appropriate for your first time," said Wynn, lifting her head momentarily from Di's dripping midsection. Di gently but firmly pushed her friend's head back into place, eyes shutting slowly. "Oh, yes," moaned Di after a few more seconds. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" She pulled her knees up to her chest, thighs flattening her breasts as she attempted to give Wynn even greater access to her convulsing nether region. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably and she screamed out loud. Wynn felt the other woman's inner muscles clench and release, once, then twice. Her body seemed ready to burst into flame; the skin was hot to the touch. Suddenly, every muscle in Di's body went taut, then a series of tremors shook her frame and she went limp in the chair, feet returning to the floor. Wynn rocked backward to a sitting position on the floor before Di's chair, arms propped against the floor behind her. Di just sat weakly, the wineglass threatening to slip from her grasp. "I'm guessing you liked that," Wynn said. She smiled, licking her lips teasingly. Di's hand went to her clit absentmindedly, then her eyes lifted as if she'd had a sudden renewal of energy. "Now I want to like something else," she said softly. Slithering out of the chair, she landed on her knees between Wynn's legs and pushed the other woman back onto the carpet. "I've waited so long for this," Wynn whispered, half to herself. Di crouched over her on hands and knees, regarding the other woman's face intently for a moment before lowering her head. Her tongue brushed against the tip of Wynn's nose, then traced a line across the crease of her lips. Di's hanging breasts swayed back and forth, her taut nipples barely grazing Wynn's. "Oh, I could fall in love with you," said Wynn as Di pushed herself toward the prone woman's feet, lips kissing and nibbling at the skin of her neck. Di paused momentarily to bury her face between Wynn's breasts, hands cupping the soft orbs to her cheeks. Thinking back to the moments in the car, Di swirled her tongue around one nipple while teasing the other with her fingertips. When Wynn's breathing became more ragged Di continued her downward journey, stopping again to tease her lover's bellybutton with her tongue. By the time Di reached her ultimate goal Wynn's hands were gripping the carpet spasmodically. Di reached out tentatively with her tongue, wetting Wynn's clit slightly. A sharp "Oh!" sounded from above, encouraging Di to try more. She wrapped her lips around the tiny bud and sucked hard, pinching it lightly with her mouth. Wynn's fingers curled into fists and her head turned back and forth as Di sucked at her sex greedily. "How'm I doing?" asked Di teasingly. Wynn's buttocks rose from the floor as she strove to push herself back onto Di's mouth. The other woman obliged, nuzzling the wet slit between Wynn's thighs before sliding her tongue inside. "Oh, Di!" Wynn cried, her hips rotating in a circular motion. Di's tongue thrashed back and forth inside Wynn's body and her hands reached underneath to squeeze the cheeks of Wynn's ass. "God, Di, oh God!" A low growl emanated from Di's throat, the vibrations transferring through her lips to caress Wynn's sex. Suddenly, Di's tongue withdrew from Wynn's core and returned to her clit, one wet, soft organ grinding against the quivering little bud. Wynn's body convulsed in a more intense replay of her earlier orgasm in the parking garage and a her thighs were abruptly covered with a flood of liquid. Di craned her neck downward to lap eagerly at the explosion; her mouth was filled with an indescribably sweet sensation. She drove her tongue back between Wynn's nether lips and was instantly rewarded with another orgasm. Gripping Wynn's ass tightly, Di continued to lick and suck until Wynn's body stopped shuddering. Rolling over onto her back, Di lay beside her virtual lover and sighed. "That was wonderful," breathed Wynn. She propped herself up on one elbow, then reached over and caressed one of Di's breasts. Di smiled and covered Wynn's hand with her own, squeezing her own nipple. "Let's be wonderful all weekend," she said, and pulled Wynn close for another kiss. Virtually Yours He checks his watch. Almost thirty minutes early. The traffic was lighter than usual, and he didn't want to risk being late. His car is parked discreetly at the rear of the hotel car-park, invisible from the road, although the chances of anyone he knows passing through here – so far from home – is remote. He leans back in his seat, and runs through the details in his mind. Everything has been planned carefully. She has planned it. He thinks back to the many 'online' conversations they have had. They have never met – this will be the first time. Her idea. Drive him crazy with anticipation; make him want her so much he will have no choice but to carry out her instructions. He never believed this day would come, can't quite believe even now that he is here and that he is really going to do this. He rubs his hands together, his palms beginning to feel sticky with sweat, and his mind wanders. He remembers all the time they have spent online together, the powerful words they have both used to arouse each other. He remembers the photographs she has e-mailed to him, tantalizing images of her body, and those he has also sent to her, his rigid cock. But he also thinks about the thing's that haven't happened. He has never heard her voice, never heard her say his name aloud. She has told him that she does say his name aloud, when she masturbates alone, and dreams of him. He wonders if her touch will be as erotic, her fingers tracing over his skin. Online she has the ability to make his cock hard, through her words alone, and she has told him how wet he makes her. A glance at his watch - five more minutes and it will be time. The hotel room is comfortable, and contains everything she will need. The bed is neatly made, and situated against the wall in the centre of the room. A door leads into the bathroom, and she flicks on the light. It is basic, but contains a bath, which she specified when making the booking. A shower was not required, but the bath is very important. She has brought a small over night bag with her, and places it on the bed. It was packed carefully before leaving home, and she knows everything that is needed is contained in this bag. She removes first the array of scented candles, and places them around the bathroom, some along the edge of the bath and others on the shelf in front of the vanity mirror. Next, a bottle of luxuriant foam bath bubbles. She smiles as she removes the next item – a shaving razor, and a tub of hair conditioner. These she places on the ledge at the edge of the bath. She checks her watch, timing is crucial. She knows that he has probably arrived early, and expects him to be outside in his car. She wonders if he is feeling as she is – a little nervous, after all they have never physically seen each other before, although she knows his body intimately in her mind. Knows exactly how he likes to be touched, and where. Knows his innermost secrets. It is time. She enters the bathroom and turns on the hot tap. For one moment panic sets in, what if there is no hot water? But the water that explodes from the tap soon steams the bathroom mirror. She adds a large dose of the bath foam to the water, and watches as the lather builds up. She moves around the room, carefully lighting the candles, and then switches the bathroom light off. Sufficiently pleased, she goes to the bedroom, and begins to undress. She thinks of him as she does this. She knows how erotic he finds it to know that she is undressing for him. She removes her clothes slowly, enjoying the moment as the fabrics, brush against her skin. She unzips her suede boots, and places them under the chair, then slowly unbuttons her white silk shirt, which she hangs over the back of the chair and then her black trousers. She slips out of her underwear and folds it neatly on top of the chair where she knows he will see it. She smiles to herself. This is the first time she has removed her clothes for him, without describing graphically what she is doing. The thought arouses her, and she feels her nipples harden. She absent mindedly runs her hand over her breast, causing herself to shiver. Soon it will be his touch on her nipple. She removes a large soft towel and a sponge from the bag and carefully places them in the bathroom on a small stool next to the bath. The bath is half full, and she checks the water temperature before turning off the taps. She lets her hands slide over her breasts, and then down to her pussy. She allows her fingers to touch her moisture, and then raises her hand to her lips, to taste herself. A deep shiver runs through her. She pulls her mind back from her juices and steps into the water and slides down beneath the lather enjoying the warmth against her skin. He looks at his watch for what feels like the hundredth time. He catches a glimpse of himself in the interior mirror, and takes a deep breath. It is time. He locks the car door, and walks quickly towards the hotel entrance. She has planned every detail and he knows there will be a key at the reception desk for him to collect. He takes the lift up to the 4th floor, and follows the corridor until he stands outside Room 143. He quietly lets himself into the room. His eyes glance at the clothes neatly hanging on the chair, the suede boots, the silk shirt, black trousers and her underwear. For a moment he considers touching them, smelling them even, but remembers that isn't in the plan. The scent from the bath foam draws his attention and he remembers why he is here. He undresses quickly, and leaves his clothes on the chair too. His cock is already hard. She is so close now. She hears the door to the hotel room open, and her heart begins to pound. Hears his footsteps in the room, knows that he is undressing, the anticipation so strong now. The door to the bathroom, opens, and through the steam and the soft flicker of the candles, she sees him for the first time. He is naked and stands before her. She smiles at him, but cannot draw her gaze away from his hard cock. She knew that he would be erect, and has longed for his cock for so long. Longed to see his perfect tapered hardness, the foreskin pulled back, the prominent veins, the thickness at the base of his shaft. She feels her pussy tingle at the thought of him penetrating her. Her nipples now so hard with arousal that to touch them would make her cum. She notices also the precum oozing from his slit, clear rivulets of fluid lubricating his glans. He smiles back at her, his arousal strong because her eyes are on his most intimate place. He kneels beside the bath, and gently touches her face for the first time, his fingers find her hair, and he pulls her towards him. His lips find hers and he kisses her deeply, his tongue instantly tangled with hers. She tastes sweet, her lips so soft. With his tongue he can feel how hot she is, she wants him. He wants to touch her pussy, feel her heat and her softness, wants to sink his fingers deep into her cunt, but knows, he cannot do this yet. She has another plan for him. He pulls away from her kiss, and focuses on the razor she brought from the bag. He tells her to kneel in the water. As she does so, her pussy comes into view for the first time. He breathes in deep, now aware of how easy it would be for him to cum, without her even touching him. He pulls his mind away and concentrates hard, pushing his orgasm back. He takes the tub of hair conditioner and scoops the thick white liquid onto his hand. He touches her mound and feels her shiver as he applies the liquid to her pubic hair. She parts her legs and his fingers slide between her thighs, not touching her intimately, just her trimmed hair. He picks up the razor, and begins to slowly shave her. Painfully aware of how close he is to her sex, he carefully removes all trace of hair from her mound. He tells her to stand, and she parts her legs wider for him. The razor now moving across her cunt lips. She trembles, as she feels his warm breath on her pussy. He is so close to her now, she wants him to 'see' her. Wants to feel his gaze on her hot cunt. Does he know how much she needs him to fuck her? The cold blade of the razor glides across her skin, exciting her further, as he continues to shave her naked. Satisfied, he rinses the razor in the sink, and leans close to her, admiring his handiwork. Her pussy now completely free of hair. Her skin as soft as silk. He tells her to lie back in the water, and he uses the sponge to lather her body. He starts at her neck, and gently washes her. The foam clinging to her skin. Moving down over her shoulders, her arms and then to her breasts. She draws a deep breath and moans, at the touch of the sponge on her so hard nipples. He smiles, and drops the sponge into the water, and continues to use his fingers on her nipples, rubbing his hand across them, catching her nipples between his fingers, twisting them gently. He rolls each hard, erect nipple between his finger and thumb, pulling them away from her body. She is breathing rapidly, and he knows how easy it would be to make her cum, just by manipulating her nipples in this way. He retrieves the sponge from the water and continues to bathe her, moving across her stomach and down lower to her now smooth mound. The sponge glides over her skin, and once again she parts her legs for him, and feels him slide the sponge across her pussy. Her lips are now open to his touch, and he bathes her slit, his fingers skim across her warm, red cunt, her lips puffy and engorged beneath his touch, her clit hard and sensitive. His cock is ready to explode, and he wonders how much longer he can endure this, before giving in to his orgasm. He hurriedly continues to bathe her, soaping her. Washing her thighs, her calves. Lifting her knees, thus opening up her pussy further letting her feel the warm water swirling against her, as he bathes her. With this done, he tells her to stand and helps her to step from the bath. She stands before him and he gently uses the soft towel to pat her body dry. As he leans to dry her back, she can feel his rigid cock press against her stomach. He tenses and a moan escapes his lips. She presses into him and can now feel the precum against her skin, his soft glans rubbing gently against her. He moves the towel lower, and dries her stomach and then her freshly shaven pussy. She smells so sweet; it is all he can do to stop himself from licking his tongue across the soft skin. He kneels before her and dries her legs, and her feet. He stands up, and she takes his hand in hers, and then leads him from the bathroom, into the bedroom. He lies her on the bed, and pushes her knees up, her feet placed flat on the sheet. She is now exposed to his gaze, and she moans quietly. She knows that she will cum quickly, she wants him so much. He kneels between her legs, and gently uses his fingers to pull her pussy open. She is so wet, and her slit glistens with moisture. He gazes at her intently, trying to memorise every crease. Her vermilion gash gaping for him, her clit hard and beckoning. He moves his head lower, and now once again she feels his warm breath on her, and a deep moan escapes her lips, she is so close to cumming, and there is little she can do to stop it. She forces herself to breath through the sensations which are now surging through her body as she writhes in front of him. He presses his mouth to her hot cunt and tastes her juices for the first time. His tongue is everywhere; her hole, her lips her clit, his face wet with her moisture. He slides two fingers into her cunt, separating her, pushing into her soft warm place. He feels her push against his hand, and his fingers stroke that secret place deep inside her. Her hands are now wrapped in his hair, and she pushes his face hard into her cunt, his tongue lapping at her juices, his lips sucking at her clit. It is too much for her, and he pushes her over the edge, into a strong hard orgasm. Her entire body taken by the sensations washing through her. She screams, and moans his name; the first time he has heard her speak it, before she collapses, satisfied against the pillows. He lies beside her, and she rolls to face him. Her hands stroke his face, his neck, across his shoulders. He turns to look at her, and he whispers one word - Kim - as she smiles at him. Her hand glides lower, brushing across his nipples, which are hard, stroking the soft hairs of his chest, lower across his navel. She feels him tense. She wraps her fingers around his cock, and squeezes him firmly. A guttural groan escapes from his lips. She moves her face down to his shaft, and her tongue darts out to lick the precum from his slit. His hands are instantly in her hair, and he forces her mouth onto his sex. She has waited so long for this moment – to taste him. She sucks him into her mouth, her tongue tracing the contours and ridges of his shaft, her teeth rake across the soft glans. Her hand grips the base of his cock firmly, and she begins to pump him, lips, tongue and fingers now working in unison. His expression is tense; as he glances down to watch her milking him. She can feel his cock twitching beneath her grasp, and she pumps harder, faster, her lips sucking the orgasm from him, eager to taste his stickiness in her mouth. She moves her other hand to his heavy balls, and massages them, rhythmically, stroking and moulding, playing with them. The combination of sensations is now too much, and he shouts "Oh fuck," as he pushes her face hard onto his sex, and lets forth a stream of sticky white cum. His body twitches with the force of his climax. She holds tight to his rock solid cock, and directs the flow to the back of her eager mouth, enjoying the intimacy as she finally tastes his cum, swallowing as fast as he can produce. A thin dribble of cum escapes from the corner of her mouth, and her tongue captures it. He rocks himself against her as his orgasm subsides, not wanting to release his grip, wanting to keep her there, her warm, wet mouth encased around his cock. She releases her grip and looks up at him, his face now relaxed and satisfied. They lie close together, and kiss deeply. The residue of his cum still in her mouth, her flavour still on his lips, their juices now combined. They lie together like this for what seems like an eternity, enjoying each others warmth, neither speaking, after waiting so long to taste each other, words are not necessary. Finally, she pulls away from his kiss, and says, "Fuck me." Virtually Yours "So," Rich was opening the gift as he spoke, "what is it?" "Well," Carol smiled her most devious smile as she watched her husband struggle with the ribbons and wrappings on the small box, "what would you like it to be?" "You know what I'd like it to be," Rich grinned, looked at size of the partially opened box, then added, "but it'd have to be dwarfs if it were another man, woman, or couple." "Well," Carol smiled even more after Rich's comment, then, she teased even more, "it just might be all three!" Rich's hands now actually trembled a little after his wife's last statement wondering if the box contained something that would actually indicate that the two would, once again, explore that area of their past that he had enjoyed so much. "It's a CD." Rich took out the disc and read the cover of the container that held it. "Virtual Swinging for Adult, Adults." "Well," Carol beamed and when Rich didn't respond immediately added, "what do you think?" "I don't know," Rich shrugged his shoulders and was reading more of the explanation on the cover as he thought, "what exactly is it, anyway?" "It's a 3D game where we can create our sex partners anyway we want them and then interact with them," she grinned, reached over and grabbed her husbands cock, which seemed to be reacting satisfactorily to her gift now, and finished, "anyway we want to." "How does it work?" Rich took out the CD and handed it to his wife. "You're the tech one of our partnership." "OK," Carol blushed a little and admitted, "I tried it out to make sure it would work so I'll show you." She had already turned on her laptop and had the big screen TV in the living room connected as a monitor. "Who's he?" Rich asked as the screen opened up an almost lifelike looking man was standing, naked, and appeared to be looking through the front of the TV into the room. "He's moving," Rich seemed intrigued and added, "It's almost like he's here with us." "Oh," Carol quickly clicked off the man and the screen opened up on a variety of women's faces, all almost alive with movement too, "here, let's look at some of the women for you." "Wait," Rich was getting the idea now and was very interested in the man in the first screen, "go back to the guy," he looked at Carol seriously and added, "he's what you created as your perfect guy, right?" "Not necessarily my perfect guy," she smiled, leaned in and kissed her husband, "you're my perfect guy," she thought a second, then explained, "he's my perfect, different, guy." "Well," Rich kissed her back before reiterating, "I'm curious about what kind of other guy you'd go for so go back, OK?" "OK," Carol agreed and clicked the mouse to return to the opening, "but this is your birthday and I want you to have your perfect women." Before Rich could say it, Carol added, "your perfect other woman." "He's not that well hung." Rich looked at the man's very dissimilar, from his, features, the guy's nice, but not too muscular, physique, and was almost disappointed when he noticed the guy wasn't very well endowed at all. "Oh," Carol smiled sheepishly, "but he knows how to use that very well. And, he's got the best tongue ever." "So," Rich raised his eyebrows as he asked, "you've been using my gift?" "Well," Carol almost stuttered, "I did need to make sure it worked." "What's his name?" Rich was sincerely curious about just who his wife would fall for. "Antonio," Carol didn't hesitate to answer, "Antonio di Amore." As the words had flowed off her tongue so easily she caught herself and quickly began to speak in her normal voice again, "But, this is your birthday, and this is your gift, so let's go on, OK?" "Sure, Hon," Rich looked into his wife's eyes and before Antonio was clicked off of he added, "I think you have good taste and I approve of your new friend," he winked and added, "or should I say new lover?" "Well," Carol grinned, clicked off of Antonio and back to the large assortment of girl's and women's faces, and added, "I'd say lover if you want to use it in the verb tense, because you're my only lover in the noun tense." "Very politically correct way of saying it," Rich laughed and then added, "let's go to the ladies, OK?" "OK, all of these are samples," Carol was showing Rich the numerous faces, "you can start with one of these or create your own." "Do I have to select just one?" Rich asked as he looked them over. "Well, if you want a threesome," Carol posed for her husband, "I'll join you and your new girlfriend." She thought a second then added, "And if you want an orgy with a bunch of women, I guess you could do that too." "Hey," Rich shrugged, "let's be realistic here. I think that two at a time is about all any guy can really handle," he paused before finishing, "I just wondered if I could change who my other lady is every now and then." "Sure," Carol clicked on several faces, one at a time, "you can make as many as you'd like or have some made for you at random," she hesitated and then explained, "like a quick pick on the lottery." "Well now," Rich grinned, "They're both like getting lucky, huh?" "OK," Carol turned at looked at Rich, "Which do you want, one of these or to create your own?" "Which did you do?" Rich was very serious about her choice. "I created Antonio myself." "Then," Rich affirmed, "I'll create Susie myself too. "Susie?" Carol asked, but thought she already knew. "Why Susie?" "You remember Susie," Rich grinned at his wife and made an admission that she really already was aware of, "petite, big blue eyes, feisty, and just a tad bit naughty." "That was so, so long ago," Carol wasn't surprised though because she knew he'd thought that Susie was cute, "I figured it'd be Natalie." "Well," Rich thought, "I guess I've just had Natalie so many times in my fantasies that I'm wanting some strange, something different." "OK," Carol began to navigate the program, "let's find Susie in here." "Amazing," Rich almost whispered after the two of them had crated a 3D, moving, virtual exact of the Susie they'd both known before, "turn her around," Rich was still whispering to his wife, "I want to see that cute butt." "Well," Carol laughed, "I'm guessing that the real Susie would love to have that butt." "Do you think her tits were as nice as this Susie's?" Rich asked as if his wife should know. "I don't have any idea," Carol shook her head, "I never saw them. But if you want to think so then go ahead and think so." "So," Carol looked at her husband expectantly, "what would you like to do now?" "I want to see Susie having sex," Rich thought, then smiled and added, "can we let Antonio fuck Susie?" "Antonio doesn't cheat on me." Carol spoke firmly. "But, if it's my husband's birthday request then I'll allow it." Carol was typing in instructions as she spoke and about as quickly as she'd made the statement the two of them were watching as, on the big screen in their living room, Antonio and Susie were interacting as though they were living beings in the throes of passion. "That's so hot!" Rich was truly amazed at the unbelievable technology and the incredible realness of what was happening. "It is, isn't it?" Carol was just as amazed even thought she'd already witnessed some of what this program was capable of. "Are you two going to join us?" The man's voice was firm, yet very soft and seductive. "Well," the young ladies voice even sounded a little like the Susie they'd known, "are you?" As Rich and Carol looked at each other in near shock, the two on the screen began to, once again, fuck in every way imaginable. "Want to join them?" Carol began to undress as she spoke. "Hell yes!" Rich began disrobing as fast as he could. "Now that's much better," the soft male voice came from the television, "You two are very sexy," Antonio paused and then both he and Susie watched as Rich and Carol had begun to fuck, "thanks for sharing this moment with us. The two on the screen were having sex. The two in the living room were making love. The four were sharing this passionate moment in a very unique and exciting way. "Rich," the sexy voice came from the television and when Rich looked up Susie had stepped away from Antonio and closer to the screen and was looking right at Rich, "would you like to fuck me now?" Before Rich could respond Antonio stepped to Susie's side and the TV screen went to two separate pictures. "Carol," Antonio smiled and extended his hand to Carol who happened to be on the side of the TV he was on, "turnabout's fair play, right?" Antonio leaned back and was now laying on his back on the floor and motioned for Carol to climb on him. Susie got down on her knees with her back to Rich and looked around and smiled. Carol could see Antonio smiling at her. Rich could see Susie's nice butt as he slowly felt his cock go into the nice wet pussy. Carol could see Antonio's bite his lips and close his eyes as she felt the cock go into her wet pussy. They moaned together as they all fucked together. It was incredible, it was surreal, it was so fucking hot! "Happy birthday." Carol was panting as she came down from her orgasm and leaned around and smiled at Rich. "Wow!" Rich smiled back. "This is one cool gift!" He thought of something and then added, "We won't get any type of computer virus, will we?" "No," Carol laughed back, "but if you're concerned we could use condoms the next time. "Well," Rich grinned, "especially if we keep using new partners all the time we might not want to take that many risks." "Oh," Carol winked at her husband, "so, you want to fuck that many women?" She grinned knowing that she'd be the actual recipient of all of those added interludes. "Well," Rich grinned from ear to ear, "variety, as they say." "And," Carol added, "what's good for the goose!" "OK," Rich patted his wife's naked and, still dripping, butt, "and thank you so much for a very wonderful birthday present, and birthday!