8 comments/ 200367 views/ 5 favorites Taking The Next Step By: swigby After I shared my wife for the first time with other men, we embarked on a long and strange journey together. We became obsessed with the extreme sexual excitement that these experiences created. Our journey was one of self-discovery that was both liberating and disturbing. Before I explain what happened later, let me first briefly recount how it all started. My wife Carol was in her early forties. She had retained a stunning figure, with full natural breasts and curvy hips on a relatively short frame. She still has strong thighs and shoulders from her earlier years as a swimmer, which also explains the firmness of her body. Her skin is smooth and taut. She is often concerned about her weight but her body attracts many furtive glances from other men. Clothes cling to her breasts and thighs so that you want to touch her, to hold her flesh in your hands. When it came to sex, we were both conservative. Missionary position, no oral, condoms instead of the pill. We had sex a few times a month. In between, I had voyeuristic fantasies in which I imagined her showing off her body to a group of other men. I would watch her in the shower or while she was sunbathing and imagine that I had invited other men to secretly watch her. In my fantasies she would eventually realize that she was being watched and, rather than covering herself, would become aroused and show herself even more. Then my exhibitionistic side would take over. As I watched her, I would undress. Standing with a rock-hard cock, I would slowly gyrate my hips, hands above my head, as though I were performing an erotic dance for an audience of my own. As I imagined Carol finally turning to her audience of leering men, undoing her bra and letting her full breasts swing free, my excitement would be so great that one or two thrusts of my hips would be enough to bring on a crashing orgasm, and a stream of sperm would erupt from my twitching erection. Usually I would experience half a dozen shuddering contractions, with cum shooting repeatedly from my cock, my excitement fired not only by the mental image of my wife sliding her panties down over her firm rump, but also by the danger that I might be discovered in my hiding spot, naked and erect, semen splashing on the floor in front of me. One New Year's Eve, after several glasses of champagne, I dared to tell Carol that I sometimes imagined her stripping in front of a group of men while I watched from the shadows. Much to my surprise, she became extremely aroused and my confession was rewarded with intense sex. She came almost immediately and with an intensity that I had never before seen. We were both shocked and embarrassed by the experience. We couldn't bring ourselves to talk about it. My fantasies came to dominate my waking hours and I could barely work anymore. Carol became more withdrawn. Our conversations were difficult, as though our secret urges might break through the surface at any moment with disastrous consequences. We rarely made love anymore, and when we did it was fuelled by wordless fantasies on both sides. When I felt that the tension couldn't be sustained any longer, I organized a weekend trip for Carol and I to a different city, where I invited two strangers to share my wife's body while I watched. She made no effort to resist. I sat in the shadows of our hotel room as she slowly undressed for the two men, as their hands ran over her body, as her breasts and bum shuddered under their touch. I witnessed her arousal. She kissed them eagerly and deeply. Then one penetrated her and – without condom – filled her with his sperm. Finally, my wife took the second man's pulsating erection into her mouth. As he pumped his semen between her lips, I emerged nude from the shadows, moaning for the three of them to look at my own twitching cock spurt cum. If I thought this experience might release us from our obsessions, though, I was soon proven wrong. We were highly embarrassed by what we had shown to each other and were unable to discuss it. I had seen Carol's excitement as she stripped for the other men. She had fixed me with her gaze many times during that evening, especially at moments of intimacy – during a kiss, or at the moment of orgasm. She saw something in my reaction that fuelled her excitement even further. It was plain that these feelings made her uncomfortable. And once my lust had subsided, I was mortified by my own behavior... I had invited strangers to have sex with my wife while I watched and then, at the moment of utmost sexual excitement, emerged from the shadows and wanted my wife and her lovers to witness my orgasm. After this, we spoke even less to one another. But rather than drift apart, we became more dependent on each other. We both knew we would continue our experiments and that, whatever it was we were looking for, we needed each other to discover it. There was no need to discuss our feelings. We knew what we wanted and how to get it. It was easy for me to arrange another meeting with the two men we had met for our first encounter. Carol and I had a mutual, unspoken agreement that I would make the arrangements. If she was embarrassed about meeting the same men again, she said nothing. They had enjoyed Carol's body and her eagerness to give herself to them. Tom, tall and trim, enjoyed looking at my wife and wanted nothing more than to let her ride him until he exploded inside of her. The second man, Nick, was older. His interest went beyond my wife's full curves. He was also interested in the hidden forces that were driving the two of us in our adventures. There was a chemistry between him and my wife that enhanced our excitement. So it was that a couple of weeks later the four of us met once more in the same hotel bar. Carol was wearing a black cocktail dress that clung to her hips and breasts. She looked down at her lap most of the time and didn't say much. It was up to me to keep the small talk going as we ordered a round of drinks. It didn't take long for the conversation to peter out. After a moment of silence, Nick turned to Carol and said, "I've been looking forward to this." He raised a hand and gently stroked her hair. Carol's face flushed and she closed her eyes for a moment. The second man, Tom, was looking at Carol as he sipped his drink, his gaze moving slowly over her curves. "Your body is incredible," Nick continued. "Full, and luscious." He stroked her hair again. "Would you like to show it to us again?" The blood was pounding in my head and in my cock as Carol nodded, still looking down at her lap. "Then let's not waste any more time," Nick said. The three of them stood up and headed towards the elevator, ignoring me. I watched Carol from behind, walking between the two men. Her bum swayed and jiggled with every step. As they passed a man in the lobby, he turned his head to look at her. They went to the reception desk. Nick said something to the woman behind the counter, who nodded to my wife and gave them a key. I watched the elevator doors close behind them. My erection was pounding. I had to adjust my blazer to cover my hips when I stood up and followed them. When I got to our room, I put my ear to the door. I could hear some music playing softly, but otherwise there was no sound. I inserted the key quietly and gently opened the door. There was a short hallway in darkness, leading into the main room. I could see shadows on the walls as figures moved. I walked slowly to the end of the hall. There was small closet with a sliding door half open. I slipped in quickly. I was sure that no one would be able to see me. Tom was at the mini-bar, pouring drinks into three glasses. Nick and Carol stood at the end of the bed, arms around each other and kissing deeply. Nick moved his hands down Carol's back until he held her bum. He squeezed her gently and she responded, standing up slightly on her toes to push her hips back into his. The motion highlighted the shape of her ankles and calves in her high heels. Her thighs pushed out against the material of her dress. They separated, Nick smiling down at my wife. She looked up at him. Her expression was a mixture of intimidation and wanting. I thought she might also be slightly afraid. "Shouldn't we wait for your husband?" Tom asked as he carried the drinks over to Carol and Nick. "This is his thing, after all, isn't it?" Nick was watching Carol with a smile on his face. Carol looked towards the hallway and the door. Was she waiting for me? Would she go ahead without me? I was trembling from arousal. I wasn't sure I wanted this to go any further, but I knew I would not stop them. Carol looked back at Tom but said nothing. He shrugged his shoulders and drank half of his glass in one gulp. "Dance for us," Nick said abruptly. He walked to the stereo and turned up the volume. Carol looked at Nick, then at Tom. She picked up her glass and took a long drink. Then she moved to the middle of the room and slowly started to sway her body. Nick sat down in an armchair near the foot of the bed, and Tom sat on a small sofa. My wife was moving very slowly. Her eyes were closed. At first she held her hands on her hips as she swung them from side to side. She moved her hands up and down her hips in rhythm with the music. Every time her hands came up, the hem of her skirt would slip a little higher on her thighs. After a minute or two, the skirt was just barely covering the bottom of her bum. The high heels accentuated the curves of her legs. Then she slowly lifted her hands along the sides of her body, lightly over her breasts and them above her head, still swinging her round hips from side to side. She shuddered her shoulders so that her breasts jiggled. She repeated the motion several more times. I thought she was becoming more flushed in the face. As she slowly turned, I could see the profile of her erect nipples pushing out the fabric of her dress. Then she reached behind her neck and undid the top of her dress, slowly lowering the zipper down her back. She drew her arms together and shook her shoulders. The dress slipped quickly to the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra and panties. The material was sheer but the pattern of the lace covered her nipples and the dark patch between her legs. With her arms together, her breasts were squeezing out the top of her bra. Then she lifted her arms up again over her head and resumed her hip swaying motion. Her full breasts jiggled slightly, as did her bum as it protruded from the bottom of her panties. Tom was gulping down his drink. Nick was watching my wife intently. Carol walked over to Tom and stood only inches from him. She continued to sway, with her arms high above her head. He stared at her breasts, eyes glazed from the alcohol, then at her hips. She lowered her arms and reached back to undo her bra. "Hold on," Nick said. He stood up and walked over to the window. He opened the curtains. We were on the fifth floor of the hotel, in the middle of the downtown area. There were no other buildings immediately beside us, but there were a couple of office buildings a few hundred yards away. Many of the offices were still lit. "Come over here," he said, smiling and nodding his head towards the office buildings. Tom smiled too. "I'm willing to be generous," Tom said. "It's not my wife, after all." Carol hesitated. "Come on," Nick said. He was smiling. Carol refastened one of the hooks on her bra, then she walked over to the window. "Here, stand on this," Nick said, and he slid a low table over to the window. My wife looked up at him with a questioning look, then stepped up slowly. She had to hold his shoulder for a moment as her high heels slipped a little on the polished wood surface. "You have such a fantastic body," Nick said. "It's wrong not to share it." She looked down at him, then out the window. I could see her take a deep breath, then slowly begin her hip swaying, her hands hanging free at her sides. Watching my wife framed in the dark window, dancing in her bra and panties for an unknown audience, made my head spin. My mouth was dry. The pressure was building behind by balls and my cock pushed up against my underwear. I kicked off my loafers, pulled off my socks and unbuckled my pants, sliding them and my underwear down over my rock-hard erection. Then I took off my shirt and wristwatch. I began a slow rhythmic thrusting. Carol continued to sway at the window, seemingly oblivious to Nick and Tom. After a minute or two, she lifted her arms up, offering herself up to her audience. Then she reached behind her back with one hand and undid her bra. The other hand held the lacy black material against her breasts. She wriggled her shoulders out of the straps. As the side straps fell away, her breasts bulged out the sides. The she turned her head back to look at Nick. He nodded his head. My wife closed her eyes and turned back to face the window. Then she lifted her hands up over head. The bra fell to the ground. Her heavy breasts swayed free. I could see them from behind and slightly to one side. Her nipples stood out, hard and erect. They were thick and brown, and seemed to jut out half an inch or more. She continued to sway her hips. "Shake them a little," Nick said quietly. Carol wiggled her shoulders. Her breasts jiggled, along with her the cheeks of flesh that bulged out from the bottoms of her panties. "Again," Nick said. Carol did as he said. He repeated this several times, and each time she did as she was told. "Show them the rest," he said. Carol looked back over her shoulder at him. She shook her head slightly, with a questioning look on her face. "I know you want to, Carol," Nick said. "The idea makes you wet." Nick took another drink. "Show them," he said. Carol turned back to the window and her invisible audience. She slid her hands inside the waistband of her panties at her hips and slowly lowered them. Her bum jiggled as the material snapped past her bulging flesh. She had to wiggle her hips to move the material past the point where the inside of her thighs touched. The motion made her breasts, bum and thighs shudder and jiggle. Carol lifted one high-heeled foot, then the other, to step out of her panties. She kicked them off the table onto the floor. Then she bent down from the waist, keeping her legs straight, to undue the straps on her shoes. Tom made a low whistle at the sight. "You are really built, baby," he said. She kicked the shoes off the table as well, then stood up straight. Still facing the window, she raised her hands behind her head and began to sway her hips again. She was trembling all over now. Her nipples seemed to be stretching out. She had goose bumps on her thighs and arms. The soft light from the room behind her caught the curve of her breasts and bum. My arousal was intense. I felt that if I were to contract the muscles at the base of my erection, I would erupt. But I prolonged the torment. There was much more to come. "That's all for now, folks," Nick said. He walked to the window and slid the curtains closed. He smiled up at Carol. "You're ours now." Tom stood up and quickly pulled off his shirt, trousers and underwear. His erection was long, smooth and pink. It stood almost vertical. Carol stepped down from the table and walked over to him. She stood on her tip toes, with her hands on his shoulders, to kiss him briefly. Then she took hold of his erection with one hand and slowly began to stroke it, looking up into his face. Tom was running his hands over my wife's breasts, from time to time rolling the nipples between his fingers or pulling on them, so that her breasts would shake and shudder. Each time he tugged on her nipples, she would utter a low groan, and tighten her grip on Tom's cock. That would stretch back the head of his erection, which looked shiny in the soft light. He, in turn, would moan softly with each strong stroke. My wife then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently back down onto the sofa. She straddled his rigid member and slowly sat down. You could hear that my wife was wet. Tom moaned, and then quietly laughed with pleasure. "You're unbelievable," he whispered. In the meantime, Nick had taken off his clothes. His cock was also iron hard, shorter than Tom's but thicker. Carol was moving very slowly up and down over Tom's cock. Each stroke brought from him a moan of pleasure. He held her hips in his hands, squeezing the ample flesh. From time to time he would lean forward and take a swaying nipple into his mouth. My wife would gasp slightly when his warm lips touched her flesh. Nick moved behind them and began to slowly massage my wife's shoulders. She groaned and sat back. She let her head fall back slightly. Tom reached up and massaged her large breasts. After a few moments, Nick pushed my wife's shoulders forward. She had to support herself with her hands on the back of the sofa behind Tom's head. She leaned down and kissed Tom, opening her mouth. She continued to ride Tom's erection slowly. I could see that he would not last much longer. His face was flushed and he seemed to be struggling to hold back. The motion of leaning forward had lifted my wife's bum up slightly. Nick stepped closer and began to rub the head of his rigid cock between the cheeks of her bum. She gasped at the first touch, but then leaned down closer to Tom, so that her bum jutted up even further toward Nick. Nick's cock gleamed. Carol's head was now laying on Tom's chest. She was facing me and I could see her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She was breathing heavily. Nick reached down to position his erection properly, and gently pushed. He was stroking her hips as he worked the head of his cock into my wife's anus. Carol's brow was furrowed as he slowly pushed and she grimaced for a moment. Then she seemed to relax, and as the head of Nick's cock entered her anus, she sucked in a breath of air, then moaned loudly. The grimace was gone. Still her eyes were closed. She licked her dry lips. Nick withdrew slightly and then gently thrust forward again. He was inching his thick cock further and further into my wife's anus. He was quiet and concentrated, watching my wife closely. Tom continued to thrust up, moaning from time to time. Carol lifted her self up on her hands and put her head back. Tom was now able to look at her breasts again. He gasped and his eyes opened wider. "I'm gonna shoot," he said. His voice was hoarse. My wife looked back down at him. "That's alright," she whispered. "I want you to." Then Tom moaned loudly and thrust up more strongly than before. I could see the muscles at the base of his cock contract. He was pumping sperm deep into my wife. Each time Tom lowered his hips, Nick would push deeper into my wife's anus, causing her to groan. Sometimes she would make a face of discomfort, but then would relax again and moan with pleasure. Tom thrust slowly up three, four, then five times, each time moaning as he emptied his semen into her. After Tom's final thrust, Nick took a sharp breath and then slapped my wife's hips once, loudly. Carol cried out. "Fuck," Nick said through clenched teeth. Then he clutched my wife's hips and held her still. His cock was inserted about halfway into her anus. His stomach muscles contracted and he curled forward. His cock expanded slightly and then he exhaled loudly. As the first powerful stream of semen poured into my wife's anus, she arched her back. She squeezed Tom's shoulders hard and then let out a loud groan. Her upper chest was flushed and her nipples seemed ready to burst. They stayed locked together, frozen, as their orgasms pulsed through their bodies. I was gasping for air in the cramped closet. I didn't dare emerge from my dark hiding spot. Instead I squeezed the muscles at the base of my iron-stiff cock once, held my breath, and then released. I had to grasp the wall with both hands as a huge burst of cum erupted from my erection. I tried not to moan as each contraction produced another long pulse of sperm, flying into the darkness. I could hear the jets of fluid thudding quietly against the wall. Taking The Next Step Note: Folks, this story is going to take a while to get there. Hope the payoff is worth it. Let me know. This one is from the heart. I was going to break it up into 2 parts -- one for the divorce, one for falling in love... but I didn't. * Dammit, it's just never gonna happen, I thought to myself as I drove to the office. I can't seem to figure out if this girl is interested in me. I've been single now for months, and despite some calls and emails from other women, I couldn't get Nashey out of my mind. Nashey was a co-worker and had been one of my main pillars of support during my divorce. Along with my best friend, Steve, she'd counseled me that my view of living in misery the rest of my life for the sake of my daughter just wasn't a good idea. My wife just hadn't seemed to like me for years and the affection had drained out of our relationship. I'd gone to individual counseling about the situation and even considered going on medication to deal with the feeling about being hollow and unloved. And, our sex life... I literally went about the last 2 years of the marriage seeing either a disgusted or apologetic look whenever I brought up the idea of anything remotely sexual. The previous three or so years had been no piece of cake, either, with the sex diminishing to the point where it was on birthdays and maybe major holidays. Setting the sex aside, we just hadn't been on the same page for years, but the rejection I'd felt in bed every night was killing me. I'd suggested marriage counseling numerous times but she didn't bite. So, I gave my wife a deadline of 6 months for things to improve - a timeline I'd picked with help from Nashey and Steve. Steve was actually rooting for my marriage -- and was convinced the deadline would change things - because he was trapped in a similar situation and told me openly he liked the fact I could understand his suffering. Of course, Steve had confessed to trying to score with waitresses and strippers - his attitude was if his wife wasn't going to give it to him, he would get it somewhere else. I made it clear I didn't feel the same way. I'd explained to him years earlier and then repeatedly that, as a son of a twice-divorced mom, the last thing I was going to do was cheat on my wife. Or, get divorced. I was not going to put my daughter through what I had gone through: all the drama, the yelling and the screaming, the threat of going to court to 'pick sides', hearing open discussions of child support, the years of feeling pulled one way or another, the various subtle attempts at what they'd now term 'parental alienation,' not being able to stand being in the same room with them when they'd meet infrequently at various occasions over the years -- to the point where I'd termed a picture of my parents, sister and myself "Years of Therapy." The deadline came with no movement at all, not even a willingness to go to counseling. I told her that, at 37, I was just not willing to live the rest of my life like that. She argued her parents had done it. I replied, just look at them the next time we're over there. Your dad has looked miserable for years, they're sniping at each other, you've even suspected he's hit her a few times - they've stayed together but they're the very advertisement for not staying together for the kids. You think kids can't sense the misery? You and your siblings sensed theirs! I don't want my daughter growing up even a loveless home, but I don't want her to be the excuse either way -- for staying together or splitting up. I can't take it anymore. You've seen me gain a ton of weight, lose interest in politics, music, even in sports, I don't want to die at 40 having lived in misery for the last 6 or so years of our 13 year marriage. I cannot live the rest of my life like this, and it isn't fair to you, either. For whatever reason, you don't want me anymore. You deserve happiness, too, it's not like I hate you. It was awful, it was hard, there was a brutal night of so many tears and arguments and even begging... the blood from two broken hearts was right out on the floor of the living room. I think I still have a little PTSD from thinking about it. We came up with a plan to tell our daughter and were both relieved when she took it well about a month later -- I'd stayed in the house that whole time (a process I recommend but certainly didn't enjoy). She was even excited about having 2 homes. I didn't know whether it would last and we both pledged to always put her first, and to get along so well she'd never feel the pain we'd just revealed to each other. Steve ended up stabbing me in the back. Well, I guess Marie, his wife, did. I was supposed to stay with him when I moved out. But, he told me the night I was supposed to go there, he just couldn't do it. Marie was all over him: "You have him over here, you guys will get to chatting, and the next thing I know you'll be out the door!" It was funny because if not for my influence, he never would have married her. I told him at the time she was too good for him and if he weren't such an idiot, he would propose to her instead of breaking up with her. But, no gratitude. Luckily, Nashey let me sleep in her living room for a couple of days. It helped to have someone to talk to but I l knew I had to get my own place. Things with my 'ex' would be terrible if she thought I'd cheated on her. And it was time to have a little space and do some self-examination. In the ensuing months, I did get back on my feet. I focused on my job. Nashey ended up working with me as a team in the office, along with an intern. We all became friends and had lunch together nearly every day. I focused on my health, cutting down on the ice cream and cheese. Started going to the gym more. Not to the point where I was Mr. Universe, but to the point where I didn't feel exhausted walking up the stairs in the parking garage. I got lasik surgery, something I'd put off for years, went shopping with Nashey for some new clothes and eventually changed my 20-year-old hairstyle by putting a small amount of gel up there. In short, in a few months I was looking better, and not like a fat geek at all. I started hanging out with Nashey more and more outside of work. I'd go to her home, she'd come to my place and we'd watch basketball or MMA together. I really enjoyed getting together for big games or fights and sipping a cocktail with her. I'd give her advice on her love-life. I even tried setting her up with someone I knew from one of my meetings. I didn't work out. But, one day when I saw them together, I felt a huge surge of jealousy. I ignored that feeling and felt incredibly guilty about it for days. The guy turned out to be a bit of a cold fish and then a jerk. So I felt responsible -- I'd recommended him when I hadn't known him THAT well. We had dinner one night at Souper Salad -- of all places - and she I noticed her looking at me closely. Mike, she said, kind of out of nowhere, I felt at one point you weren't rooting for that relationship to succeed. I almost coughed up my lemonade. I explained that I just didn't like how he was treating her, that she deserved the best and that I didn't want her to settle for less. She said, looking in my eyes, and patting me sympathetically on the hand, "That's not what I meant. " I sat there in silence a while. I was busted and she knew it. But, what could I say? I owned up to it. "Nashey, I think you're awesome and you've been a great friend. Part of me I guess hoped someday we'd have a change together. But I know I'm being an idiot: you like tall, robust, athletic men of color. I'm 5'9", I'm 5 years older than you, I'm not in great shape, I'm... white." She was biracial -- black and Mexican. She'd only dated one white guy and it hadn't worked out very well. Plus, she was waaaaay too good looking for me to date. I didn't think I had the confidence to be with her. Never mind sleeping with her. I started to picture the two of us together as I was talking. She put her hand on mine again: "You look anxious. Nothing to be nervous about, Mike, I just wanted to let you know that I'd not blind and could sense what was going on. I'm flattered and don't worry about it. It doesn't have to change anything." We laughed about it and moved on. She started complimenting me as I took off some weight and showed up looking better. However, she chided me on not dating anyone. I wasn't ready, I explained, but the real reason was I didn't want to settle either. It had been 15 years since I'd slept with someone other than my ex. I wanted to get it right the first time. I realize some guys would've jumped the first thing that looked at them twice, but that wasn't my way. About a year went by. We'd go to ballgames together, I took for her out for a birthday lunch with her friends, met her family. I guess looking back on it, it was like dating without the pressure, but also without the romance. Every time I walked around with her, I felt like a millionaire. Beautiful skin, beautiful hair, beautiful smile and personality. I started noticing my heart rate speeding up as I drove over to her house. I thought I might be falling in love. Which.... Was ridiculous. She'd say no, I'd be hurt, the friendship would never be the same. Plus I was worried my ex might somehow think I'd cheated on her if we got together -- even if it had been a year. Well, one night I ended up having a couple extra drinks while watching a championship boxing match. I ended up staying the night. Her brother had taken her extra bed. So I slept on the couch. We'd gotten quite close to each other during the bout -- eventually our legs ended up intertwined on the ottoman. I went to bed rock-hard. When I got up in the morning to shower, I was still hard, it seemed. I took a shower and went home. About a month later, the same thing happened. We ended up spending more and more time on the phone, and emailing. Talking about sports, music, guys her friends were dating, and politics. I'd majored in poli sci and had kept up on politics over the years. We were both somewhat liberal -- probably she was a bit more liberal than me. Despite my views, I tried hard always to neutrally analyze the various presidential contenders. I thought Obama had a real chance the first time I saw him in a debate, she liked him but thought America might not be ready for him. Living in Arizona, we both also liked McCain but weren't sure about a President McCain. So, we spent a lot of time watching CNN, MSNBC and FOX. I started getting the impression somehow that she might be interested in me. This thought didn't comfort me much -- because I kept arguing myself out of it. I'll admit I might have stroked myself off a few nights while thinking of her. But I also wondered how the sex might be, I'd only been with a few girls, I didn't have a giant dick and she liked guys who were built like professional athletes. One of them had been a professional athlete, in the minor leagues! One Friday night, we were supposed to go to the movies. But we'd had an argument about a client and then one thing led to another we were both still at the office at 7:30. We were both in a bad mood. She abruptly got all her notebooks and files together and announced she was getting out of there. I sat there in misery. We were supposed to go out tonight, what was I doing arguing with her about this client? I checked my email and looked at what was on TV that night -- nothing promising. Well, maybe I could have a light dinner at hit the gym. She stuck her head in my office door: "Well, are you coming?" She giggled as I jumped up -- it was like winning the lottery or getting clemency while walking to my execution. We grabbed some quick Mexican food, saw the movie and then headed back to her place. We'd taped Friday night fights. We each had a drink but I was determined not to get too much of a buzz. The whole evening was electric and exciting. She looked fantastic and her curls in particular stood out. She had a great figure and her simple yellow, striped shorts and t-shirt were taking a serious toll on my hormones. During the fight, I put my arm over her shoulders. She leaned into me, then looked up. I smiled: "Is this OK?" Yes, she said, it was fine. I gave her arm a squeeze. I was glad I was wearing jeans, because otherwise I'd have made a tent in my shorts. When the fight was over, it was past midnight. She said: "Mike, I can't have you sleeping on the couch each time like this, why don't you sleep in my bed? If you're uncomfortable, I have an air mattress. I've been a bad hostess. I could at least blow that up for you." "No, your bed sounds really good." Unfortunately, I couldn't keep cool about it and I blushed... really, deeply blushed when I heard what I'd said. She looked at me: "I thought you might say that. Let me rinse off first, it's been a long day. You can do the same when I'm done. Just knock before you come in the bedroom." Done, and done. I wanted to take the quickest shower of all time, but somehow slowed down. I wasn't sure what would happen, but my dick maybe knew otherwise. I mumbled to him at some point "Look, if I walk in there with you like this, I might scare her off." So I turned the water cooler and eventually, painfully he went down. I got into boxer shorts and a white t-shirt -- I always kept a change of clothes in my car just in case I spilled something on myself at lunch or whatever... but also in case this ever happened. I tried to be as casual as I could when I walked in the room. There was a dim light from a lamp by the bed, and a candle was lit. She was laying on the bed, her head actually near the railing at the foot of the bed, watching Comedy Central, propped up a little on a pillow. She looked - astonishing. Her curls were glistening softly in the light from the TV. Her eyes were alive with sparkles, her dimples were showing as she gave me a big grin. "Come here and lie down and relax. Let's watch a little TV before we turn in." One show led to another. My arm rested for a while on her back. My heart was pounding and I felt almost a roaring in my ears... and in my groin. I shifted umcomfortably a couple of times. Finally, she turned the TV off. We shifted to the top of the bed, then she turned away from me. I couldn't believe I was finally seeing her ass without some pants or shorts over it. Couldn't have been happier with what I saw. She was wearing ivory panties with little ridges or something on them -- lines ran around her hips. And what hips! I had always been a lover of booty and hers was something to behold. But I paused for a moment as my heart caught in my throat. Did I have the courage for this? I was sure I wasn't reading things incorrectly, but a lot was riding on this. I cleared my throat and she turned her head in my direction a little, then she turned over. "Why don't you turn the other way, we probably won't be able to sleep with us facing each other?" For a moment, I was crushed, I thought I'd mis-read everything. But I mumbled, sure, and turned over. I paused. "Would it be alright if you put your arm around me?" She said, yes, and we lay there for a bit like that, her hand over my arm and resting just between my chest and stomach. It felt great. Just great. I could feel myself hardening again. And either she smelled terrific or the candle was working overtime. Eventually I said, by now getting some confidence, "Let's turn the other way." She shifted and I shifted in almost record time, causing a lot of movement on the bed. She laughed. I laughed. I put my arm around Nashey. Even now, more than a year later, I look back with wonder on that moment. My hand sliding over her, resting on her arms and feeling the warmth of her breasts. Feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. I was in paradise, and wanted it to last forever. Luckily for both of us, apparently I'd grown a third ball, because I moved my mouth to the back of her neck and parted her curls briefly with my hand, then brought my hand back, now on her breasts instead of her arms and breasts. I gently and slowly ran my hand over her globes and was a bit surprised to feel the size of them. Between a D and DD, I later discovered, but she's always dressed conservatively so I'd had no idea... I would've guessed maybe a C if pressed. I began blowing on the back of her neck, lightly, bringing my mouth closer and closer to her until my lips were resting on her neck. Then, in a delicious moment, I simultaneously kissed her for the first time -- right there on the back of her beck. And I felt her heart beating faster with my hand on her breast. My hand dipped down, then slid up the front of her sheer top. I cupped my hand over her tits and gave them a squeeze. I sucked a little on her neck and heard a groan. I moved my hand down to the bottom of her breasts and my fingertips caressed the top of her belly. A moan this time. "Mike..." I kissed the back of her neck repeatedly and moved a little to the side. It was like a drug and I was an addict. At some point my dick surged and swelled and felt almost painfully large, like it could cut glass. All seven inches strained against the boxer briefs. I used all of my willpower and held him back, just off her ass for a moment. "Take your top off, " I said. She didn't turn around, but sat up and took it off, showing me her gorgeous, flawless back. I slid mine off, too. Both of us were still wearing underclothes. I wanted to peel her panties off myself if it came to that. Part of me still couldn't believe this was happening. Part of me was still a little nervous about satisfying her properly. But the overwhelming feeling was that it was right. We lay back down. Same position, but this time when I came in with my arm around her, I kissed her back and pressed my cock up against her ass. Another moan. Fuck. "Nashey, I've wanted you so badly. I'm in love you with you. I think I've been in love with you for months now. I want you now." My hand was now gliding down over her belly, to the top of her panty line. I playfully snapped at the thin mildly elastic ridge at the top while pressing against her back. Kissing the back of her neck again, I slowly kissed down her back. My hand by then had briefly grazed her pussy and I felt a healthy amount of juices. I felt some pre-cum ooze out of me. A few thoughts poured through me: (1) this is really happening; (2) she has a great body and I can tell she'll be a great lover because of her sensuality and response (3) don't... fuck... this... up! This last thought caused me to soften, well, slightly, which was really for the best because I wasn't 100% sure either of us were totally emotionally ready for that, although clearly our bodies were screaming for it, both of us experiencing the release of months of what I now realized was mutual lust. My brain again with some conflicting things: flip her over over over over, this is right, take her now, her pussy is wet and her juices are so sweet and fragrant, now now now, get inside now, she's so ripe and ready for it. Taste her. Go ahead and get her flavor. My cock agreed, going to full strength. That part of me won out for the time being. I gripped her hip and pushed her onto her back, then climbed over her lower body so my head was at her tits. They were gorgeous and I paused ever so briefly to admire her beauty. "Mike... uh.... Mike... fuck." I moved up and kissed her on the lips. I almost came right then. Suddenly, a pause. She gently pushed me off her. Then the words that almost killed me: "We probably shouldn't be doing this... (she panted, trying to catch her breath)... no kissing." But we almost immediately resumed what we were doing. She was a GREAT kisser, the best, softest, wettest lips ever. She bit my lips lightly. I moved back. Taking The Next Step "I just have to taste you." At a Friday night dinner, months earlier, the two of us and the intern had gone out for drinks to celebrate the end of her internship, and after several Pink Pussy cocktails we'd loosened up and I'd confessed I loved to go down on a woman. That it was basically my favorite thing. We'd not discussed it again but I remember the conversation as I peeled her panties down as she helpfully moved her buns up for easier access. "Nashey... you're so beautiful. I've wanted this..." She pushed the back of my head down and I almost dove in. I had to remind myself to be gentle and not act like a 17-year-old getting his first taste and then trying to suck the poor girl's clit off. I kissed her lips, which almost seemed to part in front of me. My hands parted her thighs then rested on the outside of her hips and pressed down. Her back arched. I glanced up and saw her eyes were fluttering and her tongue was dancing on her lips. I moved inside her with my tongue to get the flavor: at first, almost nothing but then I hit a pocket of the sweetest caramel, so sweet I probably needed dental work on the stop. I lapped it in and after swirling around her briefly, I moved my mouth up to her clit. GENTLY sucking it in, the tips of my tongue poking it gently and then using the flat side of my tongue on it. Long, slowly, wet movements. Her hips came up, almost choking me as her thighs came together. I tried really hard not to cum in that moment as the thought ran through my brain: Come Nashey, come. Come. And she came. Hard. Her body almost twisted halfway through and then when the pressure let up on the back and top of my head I realized she's been pressing me into her while pulling my hair a bit. I stayed down by her thighs for a minute. "You so beautiful, you're such a sweet little thing, fuck you taste so good..." After a couple of minutes I came up and gently rested my hand on her little mound, cupping under her a little. She turned towards me and snuggled into my neck, while my hand then ran down her back and squeezed her ass. "Uh, at last," I said. She said: "I need to rest now. Wow. I am so happy." "Me too. I can't believe you changed your mind." Nashey: "I don't know when or how, exactly, but it happened. You've handled yourself so well, I've seen you grow as a person and, frankly, Mike, you've looked kinda hot lately. Looks like my suggestions for outfits and a hairstyle paid off for you (laughing). I thought I was getting you all handsome for someone else and was surprised when you didn't start dating a couple of months ago. But I'm willing to see where this goes. I know you like me a lot and I'm not making any promises but... well, this was a good start." Yes, it was. Taking The Next Step Nick slowly pulled himself out. Tom's limp cock slid out of her, cum still visible on the head of his penis. My wife stood up and turned slightly in my direction. I could see thick milky fluid running down her thighs. She sat down on the sofa beside Tom. Wordlessly, the two men got up and dressed themselves. They would look at Carol from time to time and smile at her. "Till next time, Carol," Nick said. They walked past my closet, down the hall and out the door. My wife sat half reclined on the sofa, her eyes closed, breathing softly. She turned to look at the closed curtains. I imagined she was thinking of her erotic dance in front of the nighttime city. I stepped slowly from the closet. Carol turned her head and gasped, eyes wide. "What did you...?" But she stopped in mid-sentence. She looked mortified, guilty, ashamed. I walked to her and then knelt down at her knees, which were slightly open. There was a large amount of cum visible on the inside of her thighs and in the slit of her vagina. I became aroused again. I looked her in the eyes and she returned my gaze. I lifted my hands and slowly parted her knees. She resisted at first, but then relaxed. I moved my head forward, pushing her thighs further apart and licking the soft skin as I went. We held each other's gaze as my tongue finally reached the first trail of sperm. I slowly licked it up. It was slippery and at first slid off my tongue, dripping onto the fabric of the sofa. I had to turn my face up slightly so that as I collected the semen on my tongue it would slide back into my mouth. When I had cleaned the inside of one thigh, I swallowed. I couldn't taste anything, but I could feel the slippery fluid sliding down my throat. My cock was throbbing. Carol was also breathing harder. I touched her slit with the tip of my tongue, and she moaned quietly. I gently spread her lips with my finger tips. I could see a good deal of cum. I inserted my tongue into her. The sperm slid quickly out, along my tongue and into my mouth. I had to slurp a little to keep it from sliding off of my tongue. My cock was bursting as I swallowed once, then twice. My wife shuddered. Looking from below, her breasts seemed to have hardened. Her nipples stood up straight. Then I reached under Carol's knees and pushed them up, swiveling her bum towards my face. I looked at her pink anus. It was tightly closed, but there was a small trail of semen dribbling out. I lowered my face and touched her anus with the tip of my tongue. A strong shudder swept through Carol's body and she seemed to hold her breath. I pushed the tip of my tongue harder against her anus. I could feel her muscles contracting, resisting my push. The cum that had slipped out of her ran back up between her cheeks towards her waist. I licked it up in one long motion, finishing again with the tip of my tongue pushing on her anus. She let out a little cry, and then her whole body tensed. She threw her head forward and moaned loudly. Her breasts shuddered and then she was trembling all over as her orgasm swept over her. The muscles of her anus contracted and then relaxed as the convulsions wracked her body. Another small pearl of semen emerged from her anus. I took it on the tip of my tongue, then swallowed. Then I leaned back on one hand and thrust my now twitching erection upwards, closing my other hand around it and pulling down once. Carol lowered her legs to the floor. A jet of sperm shot up over her knees and landed with a splash on her tummy. A second spurt reached her thighs. I stroked my cock two or three more times, then sat back, spent. Carol was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I was panting, too. I felt dried semen on my lips, and licked them clean. They felt slippery. I looked at the closed curtains, then back at my wife. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal. She kept her eyes closed. I couldn't tell if she was going to fall asleep, or if she simply wanted to avoid looking at me. We had taken the second step on our strange new journey. I didn't try to analyze what had happened. I realized that simply repeating our experiences would not be enough. We needed to explore something new each time. Where was this heading? I didn't think too much about that either as I got to my feet and headed for the shower. Time would tell...