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A Compromise Ch. 01

By: Charly



Chapter 1: Neighborhood Party

It had been a month now, and the shock and surreal memory has given way to a realism in my mind.

The party had been a good one, loud, full of our friends and lots of drink. In fact, at some point in the late night, I began to fall asleep in my chair and I felt David's arms around my waist hoisting me up the stairs with the help of a neighbor, Phil, I think. They were pretty drunk too, and they giggled as they carried me to my bed.

"What do you think, Tim, take her clothes off as a reward?" Phil said, slurring his words like the smirk on his face. But they didn't, they just pulled a cover over me and left me to my sleep.

It wasn't until I woke up at 3AM and got up to go the bathroom that I realized someone was still partying on the pool deck below. The moon was bright and I could see the shapes of two people in the pool.

Still half asleep, I stood watching them for a moment as they hoisted out of the water. She was slim, her white bra and panties shown brightly under the moonlight. I quickly recognized my next-door neighbor, Joyce. She has surprisingly large breasts for a small girl and keeps herself trim. I watched as she knelt in front of her husband Jeff, half concealed by the shadow of our tall garage gable. Her small hand reached to fondle his cock. I should have turned away of course, but I couldn't. My eyes strained to see more detail in the moonlight. 

She slipped his shorts down, catching first on his erect cock and then dropping in a sodden, white pool at his feet. I watched intently, feeling guilty, but finding it too erotic to stop. He helped her to her feet, her hand still surrounding his cock. I watched him struggle with the front closure of her bra as she watched and fondled his cock. At last, she stopped and quickly opened the clasp. Her breasts sprang out into his hands, the white of her bra shining in the moonlight as it slipped down her arms and fell at her feet. His hands fondled and lifted the large round breasts as I my hand slipped into my own blouse and found my nipples stiff with excitement. I rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger slowly and sat down on the window seat to continue watching, a tense smile on my face.

I noticed that my panties were feeling quite wet and I slipped out of the wrinkled skirt still around my legs. As I dropped the skirt, I let my other hand fall like a lover's caress on the silk covered mound and then opened my legs to cup my pussy in my hand. I could feel the soft wet pool that had formed so quickly.

My neighbors continued fondling each other there beneath my window, his hands cupping her round bottom and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. I could see the sensual little movements they made pressing their tummies together. He slipped a leg between her legs and Joyce moaned softly as she rotated her hips against the firm thigh she was pressing her wetness against.

"Ohhh!"

"Shhhhh, …..shhhhh." I heard him mumble, his voice dripping with excitement.

Joyce slipped her white panties down her legs. She raised one leg around his waist and his hands helped her climb higher on his body. 

"mmmmfh!" she moaned. 

I could tell by her moan and the way she moved that she had just slipped down over his cock. The head popping inside in a rush as it does when his cock head presses your wet lips open and he slips past the tight muscle at the entry to your vagina. The thought of it brought an involuntary tremble to my body. My finger slipped into my own pussy as I imagined that it was me down there impaled on that big slick cock. 

I was really feeling deliciously naughty now.

As Joyce slipped up and down on his cock, I watched how he braced himself, legs spread, back arched, hands still supporting and guiding her by squeezing her bottom in his big hands. My finger touched the bump behind my clitoris and I felt my nipples tighten under my hands as I rubbed them over and over in time to their fucking.

"Yes, yes!" I heard her say urgently, the sound clear and distinct in the cool night air. 

"Shhhh, ….. Shhhh! ………….." he urged.

An orgasm shook my body as my hand thrust hard against my pussy, my legs now wide apart, one foot on the window seat.

"She'll hear!" 

I heard him finish the sentence. Only then did it dawn on me what I had heard. It wasn't HER husband, ….. it was DAVID, David, MY husband, David. 

A cold shudder wracked my body. 

"No!" the words slipped from my mouth, an ejaculation. Was it loud enough for them to hear, I wondered.

I felt as if my legs couldn't carry me. I slumped to the window seat, staring at the figures, not believing, not wanting to believe. I wanted my eyes to tell me it wasn't so.

Joyce's lythe body slipped down from its perch on my husband's cock and she stood on tiptoes to kiss his lips, their hands resting on each other's hips now. As they parted, my eyes confirmed that it was indeed David. 

"No, oh no!" I whispered hoarsely. My voice was failing me too. I just had never thought this could happen to us. And it had. It had.

My forehead against the screen, I watched as Joyce fastened her soggy bra in place and slipped her panties up over the tight little buns. One last peck on the lips and then she was striding across the lawn we shared to her own bed, her own husband. Her walk was a little nervous -- or was it just the loose walk of a very satisfied, sexy woman?

I was numb. I didn't even know what to feel about her. A deep gut reaction that must have been hate convulsed my stomach and I headed for the bathroom where I threw up. 

A tense anxiety overwhelmed me. I sat on the cool floor and held my head over the stool a long minute, waiting for it to pass, and then slipped heavily into my bed, unsure what I wanted to do. I decided to say nothing for now, give myself time to think. That's what they say about me - always a plan - never do anything without a plan.

I lay quietly in the dark, waiting for David to come upstairs. I heard him bump into something in the kitchen.

"Damn!" he muttered. The sound of a glass breaking in the sink.

I could hear him trying to be quiet as he came up the stairs, heard him bump against the wall a little heavily and stop a moment. Quiet, the house was so quiet. My ears were listening for the smallest sound.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt - betrayed, I guess that's the word. There was a hollow chasm in the middle of my stomach and I pulled my knees up, curling into a tight ball. I listened to his man sounds in the bathroom. He seemed to stay in there an interminable length of time. Finally, he pushed open the door and padded across to his side of the bed. I felt the weight of his 6' 2" frame sink on the bed.

I have a mean streak someplace in me, I guess, and I rolled over and put my hand on his stomach. He pretended to be asleep, faking an even, snoring, breathing. I thought, "You bastard! Look what you've done!" but I remained silent. My hand trailed softly down the hairy centerline of his stomach, past his navel, over the smooth muscular abdomen and then covered his limp, lying cock! He flinched briefly, but then returned to his soft breathing. I knelt beside him and moved my lips close to his flaccid, used-up cock. 

For some reason, I was driven to know her scent on him. The heavy smell of sex was everyplace on his body. His scent, and a strange new one, that I knew must be Joyce's. I don't know to this day why I did it, was it to torment him? I still don't know for sure, but my tongue slipped slowly out between my lips and I touched it to the tip of his cock, the same cock that had just been pleasured by the juices of my friend next door. I satisfied my curiosity briefly as David tried hard to avoid letting me know he was awake.

I didn't sleep at all that night, and not much for the next week or two. Most nights I quietly cried myself to sleep, arguing with myself over what to do next. It has taken a full month to make my decision. But, I am doing a little better now that I have made the decision, and I will continue to get better as I work my plan. 

At least, that is what I hope will happen. In the end, you see, there was just too much at stake to just throw it all away. I had the children to think of, of course, it was impossible to make the decision to thrust their lives into chaos, just because we, or at least one of us, had screwed up.

So, in the next few weeks, I'll chronicle how my plan unfolds, maybe it will be of use to you, dear reader, when it happens to you. Because it will happen, you know, it probably will happen to you. When you least expect it, ….. that's the thing!

Continued in Chapter Two.

A Compromise Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Nothing Is Ever One Sided

I'm not totally a prude, not really. I have enjoyed the usual flirtation and double entendre' comments at parties with our friends, I admit it. It's just that I had always fallen short of having sex with anyone except David. In fact, he has been the only one, ever. I guess the nuns must have made a deep impression on me, long ago in elementary school and then high school, too.

So, when I saw David having Joyce right under my own bedroom window, it was one of those shocks I just wasn't prepared for. I just thought that he and I were in agreement on that point. 

Now, conventional wisdom says that you immediately fly into a rage when this happens, and I could easily have done that. But, as I have heard people say about me a hundred times, "Charly doesn't do anything without a plan!" I get sick of hearing that and used to try to shake it by thinking of absurd impromptu things to do. You know, just to show them that I wasn't as dull and predictable as they thought. But, of course, thinking about it is planning, so there you are. I'm stuck with me.

In the last month, I have had to think about what I really want in life and then compare it to what I already have. My conclusion, to make a long story short, is that I really like most of what I have. The kids are great, David except for his current behavior, is a pretty good husband and a devoted parent; the neighbors are terrific, except for Joyce, and even Joyce was pretty good company until recently when I began having trouble talking to her. 

Everyone calls me Charly by the way. My real name is Charlotte, a kind of old fashioned name used only my mother. She was the one who finally decided me on my present course. I had to talk to someone, so dear old Mom had to bear it one more time. She listened as I went through most of the ugly details, commiserated sympathetically and hugged me close just like when I was a little girl. It was great. 

Finally, she said, slowly, with a slight catch in her thoat, "Charlotte, you know, … when your father had his affair …"

"My father? My darling sweet Daddy? Are you kidding me? Mom, … you never." My mouth gaped open in something near total shock. 

"Of course I never said anything. That's what you were going to say, right? Well, it's true. My personal skeleton, in my own personal closet. You have to make up your own mind on this, dear, .. and you will. Maybe it is useful to know that even your father … well, disappointed me, too. It still hurts a little to think about it. But, it was a long time ago."

Daddy died two years ago and I really miss him. He had always been a tower of strength any time I needed him and, to be honest, I never got over the feeling that he was perfect. She told me a few details. I didn't really want any more, though, and we soon found ourselves reminiscing about the good days when he was alive.

I suddenly realized, with a cold shudder, what I would have missed if Mom had divorced him after his affair. Maybe that was the thing that turned me around and resolved to find some way to make all this fit into my world without destroying everything. How to do it, that was the trick.

As I said, I never thought of myself as a prude. I really enjoy sex. I might have neglected things a little bit, I would go that far. By that I mean, I know it is important for David that I dress in very feminine clothes, not the jeans or sweats I wear a lot. Seems like the more of a 'thing' he makes about it, the more I dig for my grungy sweats that are so comfortable. I have no idea why men think we can spend our lives in sexy underwear and high heels. It seems to be one of the male genes. But I knew that all along and I insisted on ignoring it. I just think he should have been able to rise above it. "Love me for what I am -- not what I look like," you know the routine!

I've enjoyed the flirting with male friends, too. I know that David likes to fantasize about things like me having sex with other men, or having a swap party. We have pretended a number of times. I thought I was pretty good about his fantasies, even though I always tell him "It ain't gonna happen!" 

For example, a few months ago, Sally and Tim were over for dinner. Sally is a pretty blonde, very big breasts, a really cute shape. I know that David really thinks she is sexy. He is always commenting about her. 

We had cocktails before dinner and wine with dinner and were having a good friendly time together. David had come close to making me mad with the attention he was giving to Sally. But Tim was being charming, and I returned the friendly flirting. 

"Come on girls, the only thing that could make the evening more perfect is if you were topless for dinner." David laughed as if he were just teasing about it. But a little later he brought it up again.

"Oh, let's give them a thrill, Charly, .. I'm game! Want to?" Sally looked across the candlelit table and I saw the gleam in her eye. "Have you got a pretty bra on?"

I made a big thing of pulling out my blouse front and gazing down, while the two men made encouraging comments.

"Yes, yes, yes, please, please!" David said in his best little boy voice.

"Oh good grief! OK. But I will never understand men!"

"OK, on the count of three!" Sally said, but I noticed that she already had her blouse unbuttoned and hanging open. Both men were staring wild-eyed at her opulent breasts cradled in a very pretty lacy pale yellow bra. She has the kind of breasts that simply look lovely, full, round, heavy looking, but with a simple beauty that really takes your breath away. 

Slowly, I slipped the buttons open and let my blouse display my less conspicuous front. My white, plain-Jane, 34 B bra was no match for my friend, but not bad, if I say so myself. My breasts are kind of perky, if I say so myself, and I notice they get a lot of attention at the parties. 

We toasted something or other with the wine, both of us displaying a bit more bosom and smiling through the candle glow as we did. The candles cast shadows between our breasts in what I must say was a very attractive display. So it didn't seem tawdry or anything, just strange.

The guys were in a high state of excitement. Their voices changed, even as they tried to make it appear that they were taking this completely in stride. But I noticed a tightness in their voices which belied the calm they tried to effect. Interestingly, after the initial feeling of being exposed was past, both Sally and I became the confident ones. That was very strange to me. 

"Sally, you have the prettiest bra, you should go first with the next step - or should I go first and save you for the big finale'?" I couldn't believe I was saying it.

"Let them decide, I suggest!" she replied, arching her eyebrows at David.

Taking the safe route, Tim suggested "Eenie meanie, miney moe! Or should I say Eenie, Eenie, meanie, meanie, …" we all laughed as his eyes bounced mockingly on each breast!

We were soon sitting in our bras, keeping good posture for best effect, and continuing dinner as normal. The men had trouble holding a sensible conversation and it was obvious that they couldn't keep their eyes off us. They had trouble deciding where to look, being sure to spend enough time looking at their own wife, I am sure, in order to keep out of trouble.

I noticed after a few minutes that I was getting distinctly moist between my legs. I could not pretend that I was not affected by it. So, you see what I mean, I was not immune to the fun of very suggestive sexual situations. 

Dave put on some music and I poured coffee. Tim's eyes never left my cleavage while I filled his cup. He is such a nice guy, that I don't mind his attention at all. That's the way it is, everything is dependent upon the other person's attitude.

"What would you say to completely topless coffee?" Dave urged brightly.

"Come on, Dave, this is far enough!" I had a firm, plaintive tone in my voice, so he backed off for the time being. In retrospect, I suppose I could have said it a little gentler, but I really didn't want to go further with this. I was still a little shocked that I was sitting here in my bra tempting poor Tim out of his mind.

"I need to go down and get more ice! Ride with me, Sally?" 

I now realize that Dave made up the excuse to split us up into unmatched pairs. At the time I thought nothing of it.

Sally slipped into her blouse and they set off to the Seven Eleven, leaving Tim and me sitting together over coffee. I couldn't decide if it would be insulting to put my blouse on or not, so I left it off. It was, I admit, enjoying the flirting just a little bit. Tim's foot touched mine under the table and I drew away, but then relaxed and put it back in contact with Tim.

"Hey, Tim, I think we are playing footsie! What do you think?" I laughed and we smiled a little self-consciously across the table. "It is nice to have a friend I can be this comfortable with, Tim, you know?"

"Yes." He said quietly. I think Tim and I are probably a lot alike, so our conversation was easy and warm. 

"Yes, I do understand, Charly, I'm enjoying it too. I uh, hope this is OK for you - you know?" I felt both his feet surround mine stockinged foot in a caress. It was erotic, but somehow reassuring at the same time.

"Tim, …… yes, sure, I'm OK about it. Really. Good friends, you know." 

Well to be honest the drinks had helped a lot. I leaned forward, cup in hand and smiled between the candles and into his eyes. The moist warmth spread between my legs even more as I realized how completely in control I was. 

"Tim, .. would you like me to take this off?"

His Adam's apple gave his nervousness away. He nodded and gave me a shy little smile. He was such an adorable guy. I reached slowly behind my back in my best temptress manner and slowly unsnapped my bra and let it slip down my arms until the bra only shadowed my nipples. Watching his eyes devour me, I slipped it off and laid it on the table next to my napkin.

We went back to our conversation. Tim stayed on his side and I stayed on mine. His eye contact was not so good when he talked now. I loved the way he seemed to enjoy my breasts. It was an appreciative look, as if he was admiring a painting, more than anything really sexual. It was a lovely conversation. And I was feeling plenty naughty, no question about it.

When I heard Sally's laugh coming from the garage, I slipped back into my bra. I can't quite say why, I just did. Tim and I exchanged a smile of shared pleasure and then David and Sally bounced into the room.

That was pretty much the end of the episode. It probably didn't go as far as David wanted us to go, but on the other hand, I couldn't be called a complete prude either. We all hugged and said good night at the door and David curled me into his arms at the bottom of the stairs.

"And what has my little wife been doing while I was gone?" he said, a fake wild man look on his face. His hands slipped my skirt up in the back and fondled my bottom, roaming over the silkiness of my panties. 

He sat me down on the third step and knelt before me, his hands pushing my skirt along my thighs. It occurred to me that he was going to find me quite wet with excitement. Would that surprise him? Or would it mean nothing to him? I must have tensed with the thought and I felt him force my legs apart.

"Whaaat? …. Aha! What is this my lovely? Has Timmy been getting you excited? Charly, your panties feel so lovely when they are so wet, you know that?" 

He was teasing me - and he was excited with the thought of me being turned on by another man. I needed to think about that. But at the moment, I just relaxed. His hands slipped under the elastic of my panties and found how very wet the evening had made me. I was embarrassed, I remember.

"I am going to eat my darling wet pussy all the way up these stairs!" He growled the words, deep in his throat.

He slipped his hands under my buns and lifted me to the next step and then another. His tongue slipped past my panties and I shuddered with the pleasure of his touch. Slowly, tortuously, his tongue tasted along my pussy lips, lingering, trailing along first one and then the other, then letting my panties cover me again.

Again he lifted me two more steps, again his mouth explored the now swollen lips between my legs. I lay back on the stairs and pulled his hands to my breasts and felt his fingers find my nipples through my bra. Roughly, he pushed my bra up over my breasts and squeezed my nipples hard. David's head rolled back and forth, exploring me deeply. I could feel myself getting even wetter under his expert touch. His tongue slipped into my vagina, darting in and out. A shudder of pleasure ran up my body, until I felt it at the back of my neck.

I felt his hands slipping my panties off. He tossed them high in the air and I saw them land on the hanging light over the stairs. I opened wide to let him have me completely. His lips and tongue matched the movement of my hips and he lifted me once more, a few more steps, laughing quietly against my skin. I knew he was grinning now, pressed there between my legs, warming my flesh with his wet tongue. 

Finally at the top of the stairs, he lifted me bodily into his arms, straddling his body, and I slipped easily down the length of his waiting shaft, my copious wetness bathing both of us in a warm glow.

David carried me to our bed that night and our sex was wild and passionate. I don't know what the ingredients were that made such a nice recipe, but I do know that a part of it was the lovely hour alone with Tim. We hadn't had sex at all, mind you, because I was, at that time, completely sure it was essential to have no one else but my husband.

I don't know why I am rambling over all this with you, but I guess it is all part of my thinking as I worked toward a decision about the rest of my life. 

Nothing in life is ever just one sided, is it?

Continued in Chapter Three

Comments appreciated. 



A Compromise Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Prelude To A Kiss

I've tried to be fair about this whole thing, I think. Some of my friends would say that I am being a fool, but I don't agree. After all, if you follow conventional wisdom and let rage have it's way, well, what kind of life does that lead to? Not for me. 

I have only shared the problem with a couple of friends who live a long distance away. I had some sensible and caring advice from them - neither suggested exactly what I have selected, of course, though I owe them a lot for letting me talk through it.

Ultimately, discussion of such a personal issue has to end up in one of those cliché's. Which one do you like? "Leave that sonovabich right now. Serve him right!" "Tit for tat. Have an affair yourself." "Get him for everything he's got." "Cut off his thing!" Nope, cliché's sound cute but they don't play well in real life.

I've seen too many women lose control and end up bitter, lonely, single parents. That cannot be a good life for the children or me. So I have decided on a course that steers between the extremes without completely giving up my pride. After all, I have a lot of pride. I have a lot of ego. 

I'm really not building up the case for the decision I have made for the future course of my marriage; in fact, for the course of the next part of my life. You see, what I have decided is that I have to structure my married life on a completely different level than I imagined it was. I don't know what that level is to be, but it can't be one in which the two people are living on two entirely different perceptions.

Therefore, the next few months will be an experiment to see just where we meet in a balanced understanding of what the relationship of marriage should be or can be. For one thing, I have to find out where I can live in a sexual sense. Now, to me, that is different than saying I am going to have an affair to get even with him. After all, if he did it once, he is likely to do it again. So it wouldn't be getting even in any real sense, would it? 

Where to start, that's the question. How to start. My god, I'm 35 years old. Joyce, just for your information is only 27, so maybe she looks better to David. 

One of the fantasies that David always enjoyed was the thought of my being involved with our neighbor and good friend Manny Springstein. Manny is about 40 years old and a really good catch. He has been divorced ten years and leads the bachelor's life to the hilt. He is bright, interesting and talented. Manny knows about everything in the arts and he seems to know everyone in town. He is terrific, and I really enjoy him coming for dinner. For the last five years or so, I have greatly enjoyed him peering over the fence between our yards to say something complimentary, usually with a sensual innuendo.

One day, for example, I was lying by the pool soaking up the sun when I heard his voice, soft and sultry. 

"Good morning, you beautiful nymph of the sea. Is there any chance at all of us running away together to the South Seas, or must I put it out of my mind completely?"

"What are you going to do, Manny, one of these days, when I turn this around on you and accept one of your indecent proposals?" I replied without opening my eyes, but my wide smile gave away the pleasure I felt at his attention. I looked over at his smiling face. "Don't you ever have to work?"

"Never! I have been put on earth to charm you, don't you know that? How could I do that if I were a working stiff. No pun intended."

I laughed in spite of myself, and he came and sat next to me on the pool deck, offering a beer. I loved his keen interest in the cleavage I was showing as I leaned on my elbows to talk with him.

"Shouldn't I offer to rub something on you right now?" He had that boyish grin on his face.

"Not a good idea; I have a short fuse when it comes to you, and you know it, you brute! You better go back to your side of the Great Wall of China. 

He pouted a little. "How can you be so cruel? Sending me off to my silent, empty house?"

When are you going to get married to one of those busty blondes you are always rubbing outrageously by your pool?"

"Have you really been outraged, Charly? Have you really?" he said, mocking me slightly.

He finished his beer and stood up to leave.

"Well, if there is no way to convince you, then. Thought it was important to offer, though, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Manny, yes, my morning would hardly be complete without an indecent offer!" I laughed.

On that particular day, I related the whole amusing conversation to David after dinner. I saw the fire of interest flare up in his eyes.

Finally, he took another sip of his drink and leaned toward me. "The kids are sleeping over. We have the house to ourselves. What say we play 'fantasy world'? he leered.

"Oh, God, what fantasy is roaming around in that head of yours this time?"

"Well, now that you've asked... What would happen if you took Manny up on one of his indecent offers? Are you ever tempted? Hmmmmmm?"

"Oh, don't be silly." I murmured quietly and went back to my book.

David sat next to me on the couch and was quiet for a few minutes, continuing to work on his drink. I could feel the tension building. I should have realized, I guess, that when he was in this mood, I should have been more cooperative or more open to his needs.

His arm circled my shoulder and his hand slipped under my blouse and cupped my breast through my bra. He squeezed gently, then more firmly. When I continued to read, he pinched my nipple, a little too firmly.

"ow..." I kept reading.

"Well, what would happen?" he insisted. "What would you say to pretending tonight? We don't always have the house all to ourselves, after all. ALL TO OURSELVES!"

"You know I would never do that!"

"Well, I don't know. He is very attractive, you've always thought so."

He had me there. Because it's true, Manny is a delight. I noticed that I was getting ever so slightly wet between my thighs. My stomach muscles were a little tense, too. I was really thinking about it. 

"Come on, I'll pretend to be Manny, come calling at the door. You are alone, wearing something ravishing. You invite me in. And then, we'll see how it would go? We can video it for future sensuous evenings?"

I was still staring at my book. His hand slipped inside the cup of my bra, lifting my bare breast whose nipple was now firmly pressed into his palm. With his other hand he slipped my skirt up so that he could touch my panties. His hand felt nice there, fondling my mound through the cotton of my panties. I felt his finger touch the beginning of the slit between my legs.

"Well, OK... if you really want to. OK. But how do we start this?" 

I was letting myself be talked into it. But I confess the thought of this particular fantasy had some appeal to it. I felt David's hands caress me more firmly as the excitement of the thought built in his mind.

His lips found mine and our tongues began building more sexual tension between us.

"Well, I don't think even Manny would fall for you in these cotton panties. So, how about putting on something a little more... what shall I say? Yummy? And how about stockings?"

"You have a tougher assignment, how you going to take ten pounds off in the next ten minutes, sweetheart?" I chucked him under the chin as I headed upstairs to change.

You see, I made him practically write the script when we did this. I guess I should really have been more into it. In the end, I usually enjoyed these fantasy nights nearly as much as he did. Because, for one thing, it made him so excited, that I could have anything I wanted, and what I wanted was him. 

I took a quick shower, paying a little extra attention to soaping between my legs and then trimming a little around my mound. I closed my eyes in silent pleasure as my hand cupped the curve between my legs with the soapy washcloth and I squeezed my hand between my thighs. The hand shower with a brisk spray of warm water raised the level of excitement even more. It made me feel just sensual enough for this role-playing.

"Let's see, what would really turn Manny on?" I sorted through my panty drawer until a pair of very pale yellow panties with lace inset at the legs looked good to me. They were tasteful, even chic, I thought, the hip hugger design sexy enough but not blatant. That would be Manny's style, I decided. The matching bra was mostly see-through, with a lace pattern that matched the panty. 

Examining my body in the mirror, I decided to add a bit of the tramp into the picture. Touching my bright red lipstick to my thumb and forefinger, I rubbed them together and then rouged my nipples slightly with them. David, you see, loves the taste of lipstick, and he was definitely going to be suckling on my perky nipples if I had anything to say about it. 

I fastened the bra with the front closure and observed the pushed up effect it had on me. Moving from side to side, I examined myself and decided that I would definitely still turn the heads of a few men. The near sighted ones, for sure. I found myself giggling over the pleasures ahead.

Slipping into the panties, I turned away from the full-length mirror, and smoothed the taut nylon over my round bottom. Satisfied, I slipped the garter belt on and tucked the garters down through the legs of the panties so that he would be able to get them off without taking off my stockings.

The stockings were a warm deep taupe color with very, very, dark tops.

I spritzed myself liberally with my favorite perfume, then winced as I dabbed a little between my legs. The alcohol really bit an already excited clitoris.

Over this, I slipped a full-length peignoir, a Christmas gift from David, and a made sure the pink shade was all right with the pale yellow underneath. I fought back the feeling that this fantasy playing was a little silly and uncomfortable for me. Tying the gown at the waist and let it flow back over my legs as I strode down the stairs to the waiting, leering David on the bottom step, holding two drinks.

"Wow! He doesn't have a chance!" he muttered pretending to be saying it under his breath.

"Outside and ring the bell, Manny!" I commanded. I sat down and sipped the drink slowly, letting him ring the bell several times before I deigned to get up.

I opened the door to find 'Manny' standing with a video camera to start the filming of the movie. 

"yeek!" I blurted out. I had to start over.

"Oh, hello, Manny!" I poised one leg forward to let the full impact of the dark tops of my nylons do their work.

"Hi gorgeous, can I borrow a cup of sugar?" 

"Manny would never say that, you know! He has more class." I laughed, then recovered. "Of course you may, why don't you come in, or do you think it might ruin your reputation?"

"I'll risk it. I really need some sugar!"

David came in, so excited that he had trouble playing out the role. I invited him in and we sat in two big soft tub style chairs around the marble table which sat before the bay window on the front of our house. My gown slipped open showing both nyloned legs and a tiny hint of my pale yellow panties, shadowed in the V of my body. David reset the camera on the view of my legs and breasts now peaking from my gown and we tried to maintain a realistic conversation. 

I ran my hand along the nylon from my knee to the snap at the top and adjusted it coquettishly. David was soon at my knees, fondling the outside of my thighs under the taut nylon. His hands reach the tops of my stockings and I could feel the warm caress of his arms all along my thighs. I opened my thighs and turned to let him come between my legs. I watched as he bent to kiss the top of my thighs and then touch the snaps of my garters. David tugged first one and then the other with his teeth. 

His hands found my panties, fondling my buttocks. It felt delicious. He touched lightly, tickling across the crease between my buns and then relishing the silken feel as he gripped the globes of my ass.

I parted my legs more. His lips kissed me where the hair of my mound formed a dark triangle through the panties. I lay back in the chair, pressing into his lips with my increasingly wet pussy. David slipped his hands upward, then released the belt of the gown so that he could fondle my breasts. I felt him play with my nipples, and then roll my breasts in his hands. 

"mmmmmm" I can't recall which of us said that first. 

It could have been me, because I really love having my breasts fondled. I felt him push the delicate bra up over my breasts, leaving them squeezed downward. I intervened at this point, unfastening the clasp between the cups. I didn't think my breasts benefited from being pressed downward. That was the way nature was beginning to take them anyway.

My bright red nipples jutted toward him and I watched as his eyes fastened on them. Eagerly, his lips found my left breast and I could see the excited pleasure my little extra rouge job gave him. His tongue carefully circled it, leaving it red and glistening. He paused and looked at me, licked his lips and moved to the right breast and I felt his lips tug, his tongue working it back and forth in the warm wetness of his mouth. He didn't stop until all the lipstick was licked off my happy little nubs. I smiled at the sight of him with definitely reddened lips.

David kissed his way up my neck and then to my lips. Our tongues attacked each other and I felt his hardness press against my pussy lips, rutting there in the soft wet crease of my body. It felt nice and long, and very hard. I rocked across it's roundness, squirming against him. His hands on my breasts, his tongue in my mouth, his cock against my soft engorged labia, -- he was my captive! I couldn't help wondering if Manny would actually be this easy, too.

I reached between us and fondled David's cock, now pressed tight against his pants. I looked over at the camera and wondered how much of this it was capturing. My nipples tensed slightly more with that thought. I unzipped David and reached inside to find that he wore tight briefs underneath. It made it difficult to fish his cock out into the open, but one final tug managed it. 

"Ooff!" David muttered against my tongue. I think he thought I had bent it beyond the breaking point. I giggled and clamped my mouth tight on his probing tongue.

I slipped my hand up and down his cock and felt the pre-cum lubricating the head of it. A man's cock is a wonderfully sensual thing to hold. It is warm, round, firm and slightly menacing. I could feel my panties being flooded with my own juices now pooling there at the entry to my vagina. His length pressed against the soft poutiness under my panties. It felt delicious having the length of his cock press me there. I led David closer, slipping him past the elastic of my panties, and rubbing the bulging dark red head along the slit between my legs. I felt the joined lubricants turning me into a field of warm thick juices. 

After guiding his cock over my clitoris a few times and letting it spread my pussy lips wider, I slipped my legs up over the arms of the chair and lunged against the blunt roundness of him. The smooth glans paused a moment at the entrance and then slipped quickly inside. I gripped him tightly and let him fill me with excruciating slowness. I felt his cock spreading me apart. Deep inside my pussy I felt him moving to explore me. His cock circled, moving in ways that would touch all the folds and rills of my vagina.

"Oh, Charly... you are so... very hot."

"Manny, you are so... BIG!" I said, slipping into character, enhanced by the feel of his cock inside me. Then, building on it, I increased the level of fantasy. "Yes," I gasped, my voice rasping. "Yes! More, Manny," The cock inside me seemed to lengthen a little at my words and then slammed even deeper.

"Oh!" I gasped.

"Want more... want more? More what?" I heard his voice in my ear, breathy and excited.

"Yes, Manny... fuck me, fuck me harder, Manny." His strokes became hard and faster. "Come on Manny, fuck me! Fuck me! It's splitting me in two. Shove it in! Shove it in! More, more... more! Oh...yessss!"

David fucked deep into me, raising my ankles up over his shoulders and thrusting into my body, now pressed deep into the big soft chair. At last, he collapsed against me, sweaty and exhausted. It was, all in all, a very good evening, and we have enjoyed the video a few times since then.

Thinking back on that evening, I can't help but wonder exactly how different it be when I actually accept one of Manny's 'indecent proposals.' Because, you see, I have already picked Manny as one of the links in my plan.

The question is, do I really have the nerve to carry out the plan? What do you think?

Continued in Chapter 4



A Compromise Ch. 04



Well, by now some of you have said to yourself, "She's going to do a remake of Clockwork Orange." You know, that awful old Science Fiction movie where the sex police try to cure an over-sexed man of his problem by exposing him to high dosages of pornographic images? (At least that's the way I remember it.)

But that isn't quite the model for my plan. Though I suppose I have to concede that there is some similarity. I think mine is a more subtle plan based on the old adage "be careful what you wish for, -- you might get it!" While everyone has heard women say that they will do anything to save their marriage, I really mean it. Thus it is that I intend to devote the next few weeks, or months to providing in real life, the fantasies which David has told me about over the years of our marriage. In some cases, it has made him petulant when I dismissed them. In other cases, I have enjoyed acting out the fantasies. It just depends on being in the mood - or not. Ah, there's the rub! So many things are like that in marriage, aren't they.

I am convinced that David will decide these things might be better left in fantasy after he once experiences them. Maybe that is a naïve theory, but I have decided to test it. I look at it this way. If it works, we will both go back to a relatively successful marriage, both on an even keel, not with one partner having sneaked off to explore the fantasies on his own. I think that would be a bad thing, don't you? I mean, he would have to deal with the guilt. He would remain angry with me for not, in his mind, being willing to participate in things he wanted to do. 

On the other hand, if I make a big scene about him fucking Joyce right outside my window, we really have to find a way to live with it. I mean, what do you do with that? What I have observed is that if the woman tries to forgive, she feels like a saint and holds onto it for release in moments of anger about things like - taking out the garbage- things like that! Ugh! What a way to go! Again, it is not for me.

Now, there is the possibility that David finds that the swinging life style is not just a fantasy; that he really wants to live that way -- until his good looks fade. (Hehehehe). That possibility bothers me a little, but I will have to decide on that after I have run the plan and sampled his fantasies. Either way, I am probably not out anything, since that would probably mean it isn't as good a marriage as I thought.

"Aha, there is Margaret leaving the house." 

I have been keeping an eye out for her to leave so that I can talk to Simon alone. Simon is my darling friend. And Simon is wonderful. He is a bit older, perhaps wiser than me and he and I have flirted happily for several years at neighborhood parties.


Let me describe him. He is about six feet tall and his hair is now gloriously sprinkled with the gray that can be so attractive on a handsome man. He is of average build and always has a smile. He has a cheerful way of making fun of the little ruts in the road of life. Simon really enjoys women. Over the years, I have noted that he spends a lot more time with the attractive and smart women at the party than he does talking man-talk in the back room with the other husbands. I find this quite endearing.

At each event, he and I find a way to have a one-on-one conversation. His brown eyes always seem to home onto mine and I feel that he is fondling me with his eyes. I can't explain that, but maybe you have had that experience. It is wonderful and sensual, at least with Simon it is. He is an insightful observer of life and he seems to have experienced almost everything. His anecdotes are usually self effacing, laughing at mistakes he made, or misunderstandings of what was going on in a foreign country. Good fun, I mean.

We have a thing we do, Simon and I. Wherever we meet, we make a huge thing of giving each other a big bearhug and pretending we have something going on between us. Since this is done with amused laughter, we get by with it even under the eyes of our spouses. Everyone has got used to it, I guess, and it was only after we had been doing it for awhile, that I noticed what it really was. That is, one day as we hugged in the middle of the supermarket, I realized that we were both holding it a little longer than absolutely necessary. We were having a sensual little snuggle; enjoying the feel of each other's bodies pressed close in a caress - right there in front of god and everyone! I'm sure Simon knows too, though we have never discussed it. It is just the sort of little secret that Simon loves -- and, I love. Right? Right!

As Margaret's little yellow car turned the corner, I walked into the garage and collected the utensils which Margaret left behind at the last party. I have been secreting them in my garage as an excuse for getting Simon alone. I set off down the street, looking like I was returning something to a neighbor. 

Simon opened the door and then threw it wide. "Charly - My love!" his arms slipped around me and I returned the hug, the chafing dish patting him on the butt.

"Hello, Simon dear, Margaret around?"

"Never mind that, let me look at your gorgeous form. ......... besides, she's just gone to the store, be back shortly I expect."

We didn't part. He felt so gentle when he held me like this. 

"Oh, well, never mind, I was just returning her chafing dish. Left it at the party. How've you been, dear Simon? ---------- Think we should stop this?" I said this in obvious tongue in cheek mode. "Or, are you enjoying it as much as I am?" I reached to kiss him.

"Mmmmmm, ............. Uh, yes! He murmured," returning the kiss. I think he didn't know quite what to do next. He started to move away and I held him just a moment, blocking him from escaping. Then I released him. 

I had felt Simon's erection growing against my tummy and felt him shift a little to hide it. That only made it worse, or ........ better depending on your viewpoint, because it went from directly against my pubic mound to being nestled in the hollow between my mound and my thigh. That tender flesh is so very sensitive. I found it exciting.

"Actually Simon, I wanted to ask you a personal favor. So, ................ Oh, Simon, it's no use lying to you is it? I planned this for a time when Margaret was away. ................ So I could talk to you."

Simon looked a little taken aback. But, the nice thing about Simon was that he would never make fun of me, no matter how strange my comment or my idea. I told him briefly the story. He was immediately sympathetic, and also a little apprehensive. He probably was afraid I was going to make him make good on his often repeated proposal to dump Margaret and take me to the South Sea Islands.

"David, you know David, my sex-crazed husband?" I laughed and he giggled in reply. Well, David has this fantasy about joining a wife-swapping club. I've decided to arrange it for him." As I expected, though his mouth dropped open for a moment, Simon took the news in stride and then with a leer, he said:

"Right! Can I join?" he laughed and then looked at me closely to see if I was just joking or testing him in some way.

"Serious!"

"Oh!" Simon waited, looking into me with those soft eyes. "And?"

I took a deep breath and tried not to be too obvious in pressing against his now very hard cock. The truth is I was very excited myself and flooded with moisture between my thighs. We seemed to have forgotten that we were still in our bear hug and I made no move to change it.

"Oh, mmmmm, Charly, ....." he paused. "Charly, are you sure about this?"

"Sure! Yes, Simon, don't worry, I have thought it through completely. I know that normally it would be crazy. Trust me, it is the right thing for us -- at this time." I was talking a little quickly, my breath in short gasps. I felt myself calming down now though, now that it was out. "Can you help me, Simon?"

"Help you? How? I mean, I have never managed to act out that fantasy either. It would put Margaret round the bend, you know." His laugh relieved me. His face softened into his most mischievous smile, tinged with an almost fatherly look of affection. The warm hard feel of him trapped against my tummy belied the fatherly aspect of his smile, though. He shifted away slightly.

"Can you find one of those clubs? And then, will you go with me the first time? I mean, I am not exactly propositioning you, but I can't face it all alone. And you are the only person I think I could be comfortable with."

Now his eyes were wide open. He bit his lip slightly, staring into my eyes intently. "Hmmmm, .."

"OK, Simon, come on, you know you're curious too. Right?" 

You know what I told you about men being so timid when you take them beyond the joking about sex? I realized I had to take the bull by the horns and be the more aggressive. Otherwise, even Simon would wriggle off the hook.

"No. No, I mean, yes, you're right. I'm trying to think of all the reasons we shouldn't do this. But, .............. uh, well, OK, Charly. What do I say? It's a date?"

"No, darling, you tell me you will call one of the clubs I found on the internet and then figure out how we can both be out of our houses at the same time."

I slipped my hand down between us and covered his erect cock with my hand. I felt him jump with surprise. We had never done anything like this before, you see. We were all talk, as the saying goes. Simon recovered, though and I felt his hands gently fondling my buttocks. The soft fabric of my slacks slipped easily over the slick nylon of my panties as he pressed me tighter against him. Simon's cock swelled under my hand. His arms and hands felt very gentle on my body, standing there in the entry hall of his house. I moved against him, taking my hand away and letting his cock rise as I felt it with my mound and then let it slip to the other side of the little triangle of curls there under my panties.

"Oh, Simon, you are so gentle." 

"Charly, ......." His hands squeezed and rolled my buttocks and our tongues found each other in an open-mouthed kiss that was an inferno.

"Nice as this is, Simon, I better get out of here before we ........ "

"Yes." He sighed, Margaret will be back soon ..... "

"Call me?" My eyes looked into his pleadingly.

"uh, .......... Yes, soon, Charly. Got the list?"

"Yes, here." I pressed the short list of URL's into his hand then pressed close again for a little farewell kiss. I whispered into his ear "Hurry!" and I giggled devilishly, caressing his cock one last time with my cupped hand.

Simon laughed and rolled his eyes. "God, what you do to me! And what you get me into!"

Two weeks later, just when I thought that Simon had changed his mind, the phone rang. 

"Hi, it's me! Is that you?" his chortling laugh was unmistakable. 

"Yes, it's me!" my heart suddenly choking me.

"Have you changed your mind? No hard feelings, you know." He was so perceptive, this lovely man. He heard my heart leap up into my throat.

"No, ......... no Simon, I'm still in! A little nervous, perhaps."

"Well, OK, then. We have passed the first test!"

"What test?"

"Well, I looked on the internet and then made an appointment to meet a nice looking blonde called Karen. Seems to run things at the 'Cambridge Club.' I just couldn't bear to call a club called 'The Velvet Divan' or something like that. I've also met Karen - not unattractive, by the way, but not a beauty exactly either, ..."

"Simon, come on, get to the details!"

"OK, OK. I apparently passed the test and we are invited to a new member party next Thursday night. It's specially arranged for newbies like us. Lets the members check us out, I think."

"Oh, Simon, what is it like? Is it OK, do you think?"

"Not to worry. Quite all right. Lots of rooms surrounding a large common room. Pool table, even, if you fancy a game."

I couldn't help giggling. Simon, as usual found a way to lighten things up and make me more comfortable.

Thursday night worked out well. David was out of town and the kids were welcome for a sleepover with their grandparents. Perfect. Now - what to wear. God, I still had another 5 pounds to lose - my target before exposing myself to the scrutiny of a prospective lover. Still, I didn't think the view was too bad as I turned in front of the mirror. Breasts still reasonably firm, though the curve underneath was getting more pronounced. The right eyes could fairly judge them as sexily opulent. My bottom was one of my good features, I thought, full and sensual. My legs had become acquainted with cellulite, but not too bad. Taking off some weight had helped. Anyway, I didn't feel too bad.

I tried about seven dresses. Simon said 'simple, but dressy' and definitely 'sexy' was the dress code for the party. Finally, I gave up and buttoned the simple coat dress, black with buttons all down the front over a very pretty panty and bra set from Victoria's Secret, black with lace accents at the legs - repeated in the cups of the push-up bra. A garter belt was clasped tautly to black stockings, looking sexy as I draped the dress open around one leg. 

I left the bedroom bathed in the fumes of the Joy perfume I had put everywhere imaginable. My heart was pounding and I felt a little hint of perspiration on my lips as I slipped behind the wheel of the family van and headed for a meeting at Simon's office building. 

I found him waiting next to his car and swung down from the van with a healthy expanse of thigh and stocking. Our usual hug was more subdued. I think we both felt a little tense with our little adventure.

He did manage a sigh as he muttered a compliment. "Charly, ..... you are just beautiful?"

"Oh god, thanks Simon. I've been a wreck about it. Not too much? You think?"

"Perfect."

"I can count on you, then? To make indecent proposals, I mean? If no one else does?" I was feeling a lot more relaxed as I slipped my hand into his. I sure hope I am as hip as Simon when I am 57 years old. I couldn't help thinking about that. He was completely in control of himself. Anyone else I could have asked would have been a disaster. I was sure of it. They would have dissolved into a heap and been no help to me at all. Good old Simon.

The club was on a farm about half way between Akron and out town. The sign said simply, "Cambridge Club - Members only - Please ring bell." We waited while Simon identified himself and Karen responded. "Oh, hello Simon, I'll buzz you in." She sounded bubbly and fresh. And that continued when she opened the door and welcomed us into a large entry hall.

"And this must be, Charly? Is that it? Welcome!" She hugged me and pressed a kiss into mid-air alongside my cheek. She sat us down on two chairs and explained the etiquette of the club. "Since there will be three couples who are new to our group tonight, the party is considered mostly 'soft-swinging,' do you know what that means?"

"Uh, well, why don't you explain.?" Simon jumped in, noting my perplexed look.

"That just means that in the common room we flirt and have foreplay with others, but any actual sex would be with out partners. As the evening progresses, you will probably be more and more comfortable with the increasing nudity. You may join in or not, depending how comfortable you are with that. We don't like anyone to feel any pressure at all. Is that clear? Just treat it as any other social event, really. Well, maybe not quite ANY social event." She laughed and smiled at me as she pressed her fingers on my knee. "You look lovely, by the way. I love this dress!" And with this her eyes turned to Simon. "Don't you?"

"Yes," he smiled. I suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy at their exchange of looks. 

Karen led the way and we were in a large room, neatly decorated and set about with little groupings of sofas and cocktail tables. On one end of the room there was a tiny clear area for dancing and at the other a slightly raised area which was fully carpeted. The ceiling was cathedral style with windows high above but none down at the people level. A bar stood in one corner and there were people gathered there while others talked in groups.

The people were dressed in a way that you would say was slightly sexy. Tight dresses, some short, but not all of them; lot's of bosom showing and some push-up bras in evidence. A few bra straps peeked sexily from under other straps. Otherwise, it looked like an ordinary party gathering at the country club. Except for the one girl who had apparently started early and had slipped her top off. Her breasts stood out firmly, nipples at attention as she pretended to be completely unaware of the effect she was having.

I downed a quick drink to make the conversation a little easier. Music was playing from large hi-fi speakers now and a smiling man named Andy introduced his wife Ceil and proposed that we dance. I agreed and Ceil led Simon off to a corner of the little dance floor and held her arms open for him to whirl her away. Andy was an arm pumper as a dance partner and he longed for the slow one that came next. I felt him press close and then his hand slip down to my hip. The lights had dimmed with the music, so I guessed that the party had begun in earnest. Andy was an inch or so shorter than me and I felt his cock against my leg as he made an effort at an old fashioned dip. Then over his shoulder I watched Ceil slip her hand up under Simon's jacket and Simon's erect posture as he guided her smoothly in a little circle. She seemed to be talking up a storm and I knew Simon was patiently enduring it. We exchanged partners and said good-bye to Andy and Ceil.

A girl in shimmering see-thru bra and panties and matching pale green nylons introduced herself to me while taking Simon's hand. Simon looked pleasantly pleased with her attentions and slipped off his jacket as she led him off. I saw him smile down at her as she pressed her large breasts against his chest and smiled her bright red smile up at him.

Jim, as I found her partner to be named, asked how I was enjoying the party and I smiled in agreement as he whisked me into another slow tune. He was a good dancer and our bodies were soon matched, his cock pressing against me and his hand toying with my bra in the back. His hand soothed my back as he cuddled me closer, almost stopping our progress, just standing scintillating against each other. I felt his lips on my ear as he whispered, "you look lovely in this dress, .... How do you look out of it?"


I giggled as his breath tickled my ear. "Hmmmm, I suppose it is unfair. Your wife looks so lovely out of hers!" I nibbled my lip pensively. "I didn't catch her name?" I stalled for time.

"Janet." He muttered in my ear, making me shiver. My shiver encouraged him and he slipped his hand down so that his fingers searched for my panty line and then rubbed it with his thumb as his fingers pointed down the crease of my ass.

Then I watched as Janet lead Simon's hands down a little lower. His hand squeezed her buttock as he pressed her closer. Simon seemed to be adapting to the scene pretty easily, I thought.

One of Jim's hands slipped between us and I felt the top button of my dress slip loose. His fingers slipped inside and touched the softness of my breast through the lace of my bra and then toyed with the bare skin pressed up over the top of the cup. I slipped my leg between his and we stopped dancing completely. 

As he fondled me, I watched as another couple did the same thing. She was lovely, her panties taut across a very pretty, very firm ass. His hand was under her bra strap as their bodies molded into each other.

Jim had educated hands. I felt yet another button come loose somewhere south of my navel and felt the back of his hand against my panties. I pressed tightly against the hand, not sure if it was for the pleasure of it or to hold back its progress.




A Compromise Ch. 04



Simon and Janet danced over, and she eased smilingly into Jim's arms and they kissed deeply. Jim slipped his pants off and went to hang them up. He returned with his big cock very obvious in his bright red briefs.

"I wear these to overcome an overwhelming tendency toward conservative dress." He laughed. I had trouble keeping my eyes off his cock until Janet's hand slipped easily over it. 

"Have you seen the private rooms, yet?" she said.

She led the way and we were in a semi darkened hall with a number of doors. A few of them were closed discreetly and others were open. I hadn't figured out how you could tell if the open ones were occupied or not. Janet seemed to know though, as she led us into a room furnished with a long couch on one wall and a bed on the other.

"Come along," she said, holding a hand out to each of us. Janet's breasts and cleavage were decidedly inviting and I could see that they captured Simon. She showed us to the couch and Jim joined us, next to me.

Janet sat on Simon's lap, her lips on his as I saw his tongue flick out to meet hers.

Jim slipped his hand under my breast and I didn't resist as he encouraged me into his arms. I still had one eye on Simon as Jim continued unbuttoning my dress. As the last one opened his hand was flat on my tummy, a thumb slipped under the elastic of my panties and his fingertips toying with the soft cushion of hair. Simon was nibbling Janet's left nipple as she leaned her head far back in a pose of elegant passion.

Jim slipped my legs apart and his hand found its way along my thigh, sliding over the nylon top and onto the white flesh leading to my pussy. I let him slip my dress off my shoulders and he began fiddling with my bra clasp as his other hand pressed against the wetness between my legs. It felt good. I could tell that my pussy lips were nicely swollen now and needed to be fondled. His hand slipped slowly up and down, pressing the fabric of my panties into the fold formed by my pussy lips.

Jim didn't quite figure out my bra clasp before Janet reached for him. She left her hand on my thigh, teasing his hand and letting me feel her own warmth. She took his hand now and I waited to see what was next.

"Jimmy," she moaned urgently. "Jimmy, take me and make love to me." Jimmy kissed me one more time and then led Janet to the bed and his head disappeared happily between her legs as Simon and I stared through the gloom. Simon took my hand, but didn't move closer. We were slightly dumbstruck, but very interested.

I moved first, curling up next to him with my legs pulled up on the couch. Simon fondled my foot through the sleek nylon. That was the neat thing about Simon. The subtly of his caress was wonderfully erotic. He could have touched me anyplace, but he chose my foot. Like you would - with a friend. God, he is sexy, my friend Simon. I snuggled closer against his body and we settled down to watch Jim and Janet fuck themselves into a frenzy.

I found it very erotic watching them. They were both very attractive people, not beautiful in the fake look of the magazines, just nicely put together and lovely to see. Janet moaned softly and spread her legs wider as Jim lifted her bottom and seemed to be drinking her juices as if from a goblet. Her hands fondled her breasts and then tugged sensually on her own nipples as he nuzzled deep into her pussy. I lifted Simon's hand from my arch and showed him gently where my breast was. I looked up into his lovely eyes and closed mine slightly as the pleasure of his caress took hold of my body. I was so wet with all this, I wasn't sure how I could resist him.

Simon kissed my forehead as his big hand cupped me and lifted my breast a little. I felt his excitement as he slipped his hand inside my bra and toyed with my nipple. I slipped my hand into his lap and let my wrist lay against his cock.

Jim and Janet were a wonderfully erotic sight. I watched as she drew him from the moist haven of her pussy. She kissed him, tasting her own juices as she did it, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips. Her hand was between them and it was beautiful to watch as her tiny hand slipped around his big cock and she led it along her waiting pussy lips and then positioned it at the entry to her vagina.

I had no idea how erotic it would make me feel watching someone else. They were beautiful. Slowly she took the head of his cock into her body. Then with a tense lunge, Jim surged into her, grasping her ankles now and holding them wide apart as his taut buttocks told his excitement. All his muscles seemed to be concentrated on that point between them where their bodies joined and merged. I could see her juices glistening on the thick shaft they were sharing. 

My throat was dry with the excitement of it. I couldn't take my eyes away. I realized that I was now gripping Simon's cock firmly, almost frantically. Simon's eyes looked pleading for me to go easy, and I relaxed my grip, giving him a teasing shake. His hand tightened on my breast and I pressed it into the warmth of his hand.

"I think we should slip away, don't you?" Simon whispered in my ear, brushing aside the hair with his lips. I turned my head to him and found his lips with mine.

"Mmmmnnnhhh. Are you turning me down, Simon."

Janet had rolled on top of Jimmy now. Her breasts were bobbing fiercely as she bounced up and down his erect cock. Jimmy had his arms tucked behind his head, but now reached for her. He had trouble catching her breasts as they flew up and down. She slowed her passion to let him catch them and then rushed to her orgasm, riding high on his big cock.

Simon's breath caught a little in his throat. "No, Charly, no. I just wonder if it would be good to give this a little time to settle in." His eyes were glued to the lovers on the bed before us. 

"You do want me then?"

"Charly, .......... How can you even ask?" he smiled at me. 

"Oh, ..... OK, then we can go. I just couldn't stand you not wanting me." I whispered in his ear, kissing my way along his neck to find his lips once again. We smiled into each other's lips and I felt him caressing my back and bottom with long pleasureful strokes. His other hand slipped to my thigh and he fondled the silky nylon taut over the warmth of my body.

I stood up before him and slipped my dress on, then let his eyes linger on my sexily clad body before buttoning a few buttons. I slipped into my heels and we went over to the bed and kissed them good-bye with a whispered "thank you" to the exhausted and satisfied lovers.

We said a few more farewells but couldn't find Karen as we walked into the cool night air.

We were quiet a moment as Simon started the car moving down the lane. 

"Jeez!" he said quietly.

"Jeez!" I said in reply. I pulled his hand to my thigh and felt his fingers find the nylon sleek under my dress. "It was OK, ... wasn't it, Simon. I mean, it was exciting. Not ugly. Eh?"

He nodded and squeezed my thigh.

"Simon, I haven't made out in a car on the way home from a date in years."

He smiled silently into the headlight path ahead, then slowly turned to fix me with that look I was so familiar with. Nearer home, he turned into another lane and we parked at the end of a moonbeam streaming down a lake. There was another car down the way, but our windows were soon steamed completely opaque.

Simon looked into my eyes and then opened his door and got out. He came around and opened my door and we stood in the moonlight for awhile. We kissed long and hard, bodies pressed close. Simon leaned against the car and I leaned against him, my legs parted to straddle his. Again his cock teased me with it's warm girth pressing against me.

His hands stoked lightly over my bottom, then clasped me as he felt me press urgently against him. It really was like high school.

I pulled back from his kiss and pulled open the back door and tugged at his hand. Simon unbuttoned my dress and I slipped out of it, letting him look at me in the moonlight. He knelt and pressed his lips to my nipples prodding against the thinness of my bra.

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Slipping my hand inside, I found him hard and very warm. I pressed against his body, feeling my hand circling his cock and holding it between us. He slipped his pants down and laid them in the front seat with my dress, and then held my hand as I got into the back of the car. 

We kissed and fondled each other as the windows steamed up around us. His tongue circled my nipples and I urged him to bite them a little. The tug of his lips on my breasts sent shivers through me. I opened my legs as his hand slipped along the nylon of my stockings. He rubbed along the sleekness for awhile and then I felt him toy with the clasp of my stockings and move past onto the soft skin above my stocking tops. As I moved to meet him, his hand touched the soft wetness between my legs. My panties were sopping wet.

He stopped me stroking his cock. "I'm too close, Charly," he said quietly. "It feels wonderful when you do that."

I helped him as he slipped my panties down my legs. He pressed them against his cheek and then his lips, and inhaled the scent of me and my perfume. It made me shudder to watch him do that simple act. His lips found mine and I felt so wonderfully naked now that my panties were off.

He guided me over him, let me straddle him as he moved forward on the seat. I watched between us as he moved the head of his cock in an arc along the length of my pussy lips. 

"My god," I thought, it is going to happen. I am about to have a man other than David inside my body. In spite of myself, tears welled in my eyes as I thought about that. His cock was thrilling as it pressed my lips apart. But I couldn't stop the tears and one fell on Simon's cheek, stopping him in his tracks.

"Charly! I'm sorry, sweetheart! We should stop." His hands went to my waist to stop me.

"No, Simon, I want you. I want this. I want you to come inside my body. I want you to make me a woman again." 

I took his cock in my hand and moved the glorious head along my lips again, deepening and spreading them. I lingered as it touched my clitoris, now jutting firmly from my body. I moved him in a circle around it and then to the entry to my vagina.

I held him there a moment and felt the blunt size of him, letting him feel how wet I was for him. I looked into his eyes, and while he kissed the tears that were drying on my cheeks now, I slipped lower. The head of it slipped past the first resistance and I paused to feel it. Then slowly, our eyes locked on each other, his cock slowly slipped into me. I felt him extend and reach deep into me, opening me, spreading me, filling me.

Simon slipped my bra up over my breasts as I began to fondle his cock with my pussy. He felt wonderful. His cock seemed to fit perfectly, nice and big. I felt him thrust deeper and I leapt to join his thrusting. We began to move together. I clasped on his cock as he withdrew, then pressed down around him again and again, tightening on him with all my strength. Feeling the length of him. 

I felt his body tense and knew what was happening. Faster and faster I moved up and down the brazen shaft invading my body, harder and harder rode him until I felt the hot essence of his body shooting out of the end of his cock and deep into my body. I felt him spurt a second time, then a third and felt his hands tighten on my breasts, squeezing them and pulling on my nipples. My orgasm cascaded through my own body and I could feel the wetness between us, warm and thick.

"There, it is done," I thought. "No way back now!" I lay happily in Simon's arms.

"Good." I whispered into his ear. He nuzzled my head around so that he could kiss my lips, and then nodded his agreement as our tongues lazily toyed. 

Continued in Chapter 5



A Compromise Ch. 05



I stared at the person in the mirror. I didn't look any different. Something should be different, I thought. This was a sea change in my life. In a single evening I had gone from faithful, one man wife to,… what? What was I expecting? The sky to fall? I don't really know. I just thought that a change so significant might have shown in my eyes or in my face, … something. But there was nothing. Unless you count the lipstick now mostly gone, leaving traces smudged at the corners of my lips where Simon hadn't managed to chew it off.

Those same lips now smiled at me with the thought of dear, sweet Simon, slipping into me. He had been so gentle. I wiped the smile from my face, feeling guilty suddenly; not in making love to Simon, but in my own smirking satisfaction. 

I began unbuttoning the black dress and then turned to hang it in the closet. I looked again in the mirror to see if I looked different. But the black lace bra gave no hint of the way he had shoved it up over my breasts in his eagerness for my breasts. Again, the silly smile had to be wiped away. My Panties were missing, though, the first hint of something amiss. I remembered Simon saying something about a souvenir as I slowly rubbed the triangle of hair and felt how matted it remained from out combined juices.

As I slipped first one black stocking and then the other down my legs, I lingered as I shook them straight and wound them into a ball around my hand. The sensual feel of the nylon reminded me of my next task in the plan. David frequently spoke of what I always considered the silly idea of public exhibitionism. 

I started the shower and stood waiting for it to be warm. Curiously, I put one foot on the stool and examined my pussy with a small mirror. Smokey little hints of Simon's semen were there, white against the bright pink, as I spread my lips. I don't know what I expected to find. I was still looking for some change that the night might have made on me. I soothed myself a moment. It wasn't exactly sore, but it did feel like something large had just been there.

The shower felt wonderful, cascading down my body, and I bathed my pussy with the large fluffy bath mitt, stroking and soothing its folds in remembrance of the pleasureful usage it had just had. I watched the soap slide off my body, feeling very sensuous now, and then returned to my thoughts of exhibitionism and voyeurism that David seemed so interested in. Why, you might ask, am I going through all these practice sessions or dry runs on his fantasies? Why not simply go along with them as they come up? Ah, but you see, if I did that, I would be acquiescing; taking orders; just being lead. I don't think it is a healthy relationship if one partner just does what the other wants. 

No, I have decided that my plan will be to lead, not just amble along. As an equal partner in dreaming up these things, it is my thought that David may satisfy his need. What will happen when he finds me leading and suggesting the next steps in sexual waywardness? I suspect he will be asking me to stop. That is the plan. If he doesn't, at least I will be good at the fantasies.

I turned off the shower and watched my nude body emerge as the steamed mirror slowly cleared. The big fluffy emerald green towel sucked up the water from my skin. As I brushed across my nipples, once again jutting with stimulation, I realized how tender they were. Simon had nibbled them a bit too firmly and they were complaining just a little.

I slipped nude between fresh sheets and lay staring at the ceiling for a long time, a friendly old Frank Sinatra tune soothed me with the words "she dances overhead, … on the ceiling, … near my bed, …" I fell asleep at last thinking, "I have been naughty, but … it is a necessary evil. It has a purpose."

Every girl is taught that "boys should not be permitted to see your panties." That is made clear at an early age. It is fortified by the intense and obvious interest boys have in doing just that. Strange, I always thought, "I mean, it is just your underwear, isn't it?" And we have no problem wearing the skimpiest bikinis at the swimming pool? And as cheerleaders it is highly proper to let everyone see snug little tights under our skirts. Right? Why then does the fascination for glimpses of our underwear continue with men, as near as I can tell, until they die? It's a puzzle?

On the other hand, making sexy and pretty undergarments must be a billion dollar business. I wondered for a moment if it was an even bigger market than automobiles - what a concept! I have to look that up sometime. Anyway, it is largely built around the idea of wearing things that are attractive and therefore to show to other people, so what is the big deal?

Oh, I know, I know. I'm just discussing the curious aspects of it. David is forever suggesting that I give "the boys" a show of my legs, panties, breasts, and so forth. I can understand how that could be a kick for me and the boys, if I were inclined toward that; but why is my husband turned on with the thought of knowing that I am showing myself to someone else? Now that is a question for the ages, in my opinion.

I'm not above feeling a little thrill when an attractive man is rendered slack mouthed and speechless by the sight down the front of my blouse, it is kind of a nice compliment. That is, if he is attractive and reasonably discreet about it. I admit to feeling good about a sidelong glance on a street corner when the wind whips my skirt up to show a little of my thigh. I admit all that. But David is talking about something deliberate, much more than that. So, I have to see what that will feel like on my own, before accepting his challenge. Today I am determined to become a bit more brazen and see what happens.

Maybe I am emboldened and feeling a little sexy after last night with Simon. The memory of his hands, of his cock touching my body so intimately, seems to stay in my mind. 

Where to start? Well, one of the fables seems to be that shoe salesmen spend a lot of time dreaming of girls displaying themselves while trying on shoes. That sounds like an easy place to begin. I slipped into white panties and bra a really nice rust colored skirt, full and buttoned down the front. The tailored green blouse, an extra button left open, gave me a fresh, flirty look, I thought. My pantyhose were a warm, rich medium tan with a sheen that would glimmer over my thighs. As an after-thought I added a scarf tied loosely around my neck. I slipped my hands deep into the slash pockets of the skirt and examined the new me in a full-length mirror. 

Just for a moment, I thought I saw the word "TRAMP" written across my forehead, but only for a moment.

The first target was a disappointment. Not that he wasn't interested, just the opposite. He was too obvious. And too Oily. I sat before him and he offered the first shoe, smiling as he slipped it onto my foot. I pulled the skirt back out of the way, thus letting several inches of golden, nyloned thigh open for his viewing pleasure as I gazed at the beige pump. From the corner of my eye I could see his eyes dart immediately to the offered flesh.

"No, … I don't think that is quite the color."

"Not a problem, let me show you another that I think might be better!" he said, eagerly bounding to his feet. He never took his eyes off my thighs as I handed the shoe to him. Smiling up at him, I pressed my hand down between my thighs, pressing the full skirt with it. Reluctantly, he backed away and around the corner of the shelves.

He was soon back and kneeling in front of me. I offered my foot and I felt his hand at the back of my leg as he "helped" me into the shoe. Giving an unnecessary little squeeze, he asked: "How's that! Looks beautiful on your foot!"

I could see that his cock was tenting his trousers already. "My god," I thought," this is too easy!" 

I crossed him off my list and headed for lunch at Albert's, a popular little bistro with a few tables outside on the sidewalk. So far, I couldn't figure out the thrill that was supposed to come from exhibitionism. I closed my eyes for a moment and pointed my face up to the, luxuriating in the warmth. The book slipped from my lap to the floor with a loud clunk. As I retrieved it, I noticed the table of young executive-looking guys peering at me and exchanging comments under their breath. I crossed my legs, letting the slit of the skirt slip open along my leg. It didn't escape my notice that my legs looked particularly good with the sunlight glinting off the warm silky color of my pantyhose. 

Again I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun. But now, I didn't quite close them tightly. I could watch them while appearing to be completely unaware of their attention. They continued their talk, but each of them kept returning their gaze to my legs. I scratched my knee with long fingernails, toying with my leg. The reaction was immediate. It was as if they were watching from the corner of their eyes and the sensual gesture of my nails, like a caress, drew their eyes like a magnet. They were attractive guys and I found their interest pleasing, complimentary. 

I swung my shoe loose, dangling it from my toe. Again they were drawn to my legs. Suddenly there was a noticeable tingle between my legs and my nipples felt crisp. I re-crossed my legs, taking my time, and then hiked my skirt another few inches up my thigh. The one nearest me, slowly and unobtrusively pressed his wrist against where his cock must have been prodding his pants, trying to hide the obvious.

I idly toyed with a button on my blouse, then opened one more button and spread it as if to get a little sun on my cleavage. I stroked between my breasts, as if smoothing it, or wiping away the perspiration from the hot sun. Their attention continued and, looking down at my sandwich, I spread my legs wide and pressed my wide skirt down between them. I have noticed that it makes a full skirt sexy when you do that. Even more sexy that a mini skirt, I believe. 

After finishing the sandwich, I again relaxed under the rays of the sun, and watched them through my lashes as I slid my skirt even higher. I glanced down and noticed that the white flash of my panties was clearly open to their admiring stares. Now their full attention was on me, as their mouths hung slack. One licked his lips slowly, concentrating on me, and noticeably slumped in his chair to improve the view up my skirt. His eyes ran along the length of my golden thighs to the apparently mesmerizing sight of my panties.

It was a bit of an education. Reluctantly, they prepared to leave, lingering by the table, their stares still drawn to my body. As the waiter brought their change, they went out of their way to walk past my table on the way out, each in his own way smiling his pleasure toward me. Two of the four found a way to touch me as they passed, pretending an accident.

My panties were actually a little wet with the heady thought of their attentions. I paid my bill and headed home, my experiments as an exhibitionist a partial success. 

It was the middle of the afternoon when I got home and Greg was cleaning the pool. Greg is about to enter his second year at college and cleans pools in the area to earn money. He has been around our neighborhood for years and I genuinely like him. I looked out the kitchen window to see his broad back under a bright green t-shirt and tight white shorts outlining his cute ass. A mischievous grin must have escaped me as I went out on the deck.

'Hi, Greggie! How's my handsome hunk?"

"Oh, hi Mrs. Martin, I'm fine, how's my very favorite customer today? And, wow, you look sensational. What's the occasion."

"You don't like the way I usually look?' I pouted as I sat down on the chaise, my skirt taking it's natural open drape once again.

"Oh, nnno, Ma'm, that's not it at all. I just mean you look especially nice in this outfit!"

I crossed my ankles and my legs looked long with the narrowing skirt slit pointing directly up toward my pussy, barely hidden above the top of the opening.

"'Mind if I soak up some rays while you work and slave away?"

"Nice having company!" He continued vacuuming the bottom of the pool, moving around to the other side to reach the rest of it. As he worked his way down, I again pretended to be snoozing, eyes half closed to watch the effect on Greg.

I drew my feet up on the chaise, aware that he could very likely see the pooched outline of my pussy lips under my pantyhose. My pussy was tingling a little as I pressed my thighs together a little tighter. I crossed my leg over and let my foot dangle. Greg moved along until he was opposite me. He stopped progressing along the side and tried not to be obvious as his eyes devoured me, searching for the best angle to see up my skirt.

Greg is such a cute young man, I must say I enjoyed his attentions. It made me feel so feminine, I guess. What did I want, though? Was the thrill of showing off and being appreciated enough of a thrill? I dunno. But he was definitely having an affect on me. My nipples jutted against the silky blouse and I folded my arms under my breasts, pressing them up and out. Poor Greg. I could see that his cock was taut against the leg of his shorts. He looked nice and firm; long and wide. 

I heard David's car pull up the drive and the garage door open. But I continued to snooze, dropping one foot to the deck now, so that Greg had a view up my open thighs. After all, this sort of thing was really David's idea, so why stop and rush inside. What do they say? If you got it, flaunt it! The smirk on my face over that thought was so obvious I decided I had better go inside.

I paused and smiled across the cool blue water at Greg, my legs still spread, my skirt open to him. He smiled self-consciously and scurried along the pool brushing vigorously. His cock was almost straight out from his body, struggling to get loose.

"See you, Greg!"

"Uh, yeah, bye, Mrs. Martin. Nice seeing .. I mean, nice talking to you."

David was in his office. He always goes immediately to check his E-mail when he comes in, day or night.

"Hi, how was your trip?" I said brightly, sticking my head into the room. I noticed a blue logo on the screen; I thought it said something like "Literotic" or something. I remember thinking that was an unusual name, but didn't think much further.

"Oh, fine, yeah, fine." He muttered in a distracted tone, then the screen changed and he turned to me. 

"Yes, good, how was your week?"

"New dress? Looks good!" He was lucky that he noticed, I can tell you.

I sat on the couch across from his desk and he continued fiddling with the computer, yawning and stretching.We exchanged reviews of the week and I put one foot on the couch, my split skirt opening. 

Now, David has seen me in all states of undress, so why should he be turned on by the sight of my panties flashing at him? But, it was clear that he definitely was affected. Just like the guys at the restaurant, he stared up my skirt. He couldn't seem to get his eyes off me.

In no time, he was on me like a slightly crazed wild man. His hands found my thighs, sliding along the sleek nylon. His kiss was aggressive, his tongue immediately thrusting into my mouth as his hand reached the wet crease of my body. I thought that he must surely know something was going on for me to be wet already, but he didn't seem to think of that. He squeezed my pussy, his palm pressed tightly over the bulging mound with it's tangled patch of hair. His finger pressed along the crease of my pussy, searching for my clitoris and then circling it, pressing too hard to be pleasant. He was eager, it seemed.

He pressed harder with his finger and I realized he was going to tear a hole in my pantyhose. I waited pensively as he struggled. Nylon is a very tough fabric, you know. I was getting turned on in spite of myself by all this probing and pressing. David's finger searched up and down to find a weak point on the taut panel protecting my wet and tender pussy.

It was a little like when we were adolescents and he could not unsnap my bra. I always had to stop him before he broke something and then easily unsnap it for him, laying my breasts open to his eager tongue and hands. And now, I found myself helping once again. I ran my fingernail along the seam and finally, after a bit of a struggle of my own, managed to pop a little starter hole for him.

His strong finger found the hole and suddenly, -- I was exposed. He ripped violently, opening a huge, immediate, gaping hole in my pantyhose. The cool air bathed my hot pussy. It is probably as erotic a thing a man ever does to a woman. Tearing a whole in her pantyhose in his eagerness to get at her! It is an extremely erotic feeling when suddenly your skin is open to the air and then, of course, his tongue finds you. Oh my!

David was on the floor in front of me, both hands enlarging the whole as my legs were yanked from one side to the other under his rough struggling. And then his hands pulled my panties aside and I felt his face dive into me, his tongue darting out into the sopping wet secret of my body. His tongue coursed up and down the lips of my pussy and then as he spread my legs wider, he suckled my clitoris, pulling it firmly into his mouth and swirling it.

Feeling completely in control, because of his being wild with the look of me, the scent of me and whatever the hell else it is that drives men crazy about us, I gently guided his head where it could do the most good.

"Look how wet you've made me, darling!" I said, a bit disingenuously.

This stimulated him to an even more savage attack on my soft folds, ending with him raring up on his hind knees - I mean that would be right, wouldn't it? I know men can't really be thought of as having fore and hind legs, but that is what it looks like when a man kneels in front of you intent on thrusting into you. I mean, think about it, I bet you would say the same thing. There they stand, looking like their legs are through the floor and their cock is straight out, like it might be the only thing that keeps them from slipping though the hole in the floor!

Anyway, what I really needed, was him to rip off the panties too, but he just pushed the crotch aside and his cock was suddenly out of his pants and pressed against the vestibule of my sex.

"So, you were all wet thinking about me coming home, eh?"

"mmmmm." I replied coquettishly. His cock head slipped into my warmth just as I mumbled this reply.

"Well, good. I wanted you to be wet and ready! Been thinking about your pussy all the way home."

I decided that was probably not strictly true. It gave me something to wonder about, too. Why was he in such a rush and so ready to slam his big cock into me?

I felt him pressing deep into me now and his hair mingling with mine as the hard bony mounds of our pubis' pummeled each other. Again and again he slipped deep into me. I spread wider for him and felt his body flat against me, his straight cock reaching deeper into me. His cock was hot and the skin velvet-like. I reached between us to feel it sliding in and out. My lips were tucked in slightly and then released on the outstroke. I had to stop use both hands to hang on for dear life as he pounded into me, breaking into a terrific sweat with his exertion.

All that thinking about what had turned him on so quickly, meant that I didn't have an orgasm fast enough. He slumped against me, spent and sweaty and asking if I had come. His exhausted voice let me know there was no hope from him.

I mumbled something short of saying 'yes' and felt his sperm slipping out of my vagina and down around his now flaccid cock.

"What was the name of that website?" I mused aloud.

"Uh, what? Oh, I dunno." he replied.

I knew I had one more task ahead that might affect the plan.

To Be Continued...



A Compromise Ch. 06 Part 1



Chapter 6: The Internet and Beyond

Something about it bothered me. Nagged at me, gnawed in my mind. David had shut down the Internet site so quickly when I entered the room by surprise. Why? David was out of town again, so I finally had a moment of my own to look into it, to put my mind at rest. Or would it be yet another part of David that I had to adapt to The Plan?

David is the computer nut in our family. I have done a few searches and an occasional E-mail, but nothing else has seemed worth the effort. Until now.

After the kids had been put to bed was a good time to look into this computer thing. I waited as the whirring response to pushing the 'on' button ran it's course and the screen flashed through it's opening exercises.

"What was that name again?" I mused aloud in the cozy nook that was David's office and lair. I must say he spends a lot of time in here. I know that some of it is erotic, because he sometimes comes to bed very horny and excited after a session down here with his computer.

The name on that web site was something like "Literota." I found the search thing and it yielded nothing for that name. I changed it "literot" – again, nothing. "Literotic" GOOD GRIEF, it pointed to a site that promised sex stories with animals! I don't think so. 

"Literotica" – Ah, more like it. It promised 100% free sex stories, erotic audio, adult .. etc." I clicked on the underlined bit.

"Yep," I heard myself say. The screen sprang to life, a sexy looking young girl held up a bulletin board. And so began my web sex education.

Slowly, I learned to explore the site. First mistake – I clicked on one of the sponsor's buttons. Big mistake. The porn site behind the button launched a continuous series of windows as I killed first one and then the next. I finally had to turn off the computer to get them to stop. Ugh!

I found the story archive and sat reading through a number of them. Some pretty bad, but others I found, were pretty good. It sounded a little like everyone in the world was spending most of their time in bed and doing sex in some remarkable positions and places. Apart from that, a few were interesting and even sensual stories.

I found my way into the "chat" area and watched people exchanging barbs and sexy talk. At least, they apparently found them sexy. I found them a bit juvenile and boring. I gamely tried to get into the conversation. I was immediately snarled at by someone named "starfuckr" and left the chat area for good.

Probing further, I found the Bulletin Board. Have you ever been involved with one of those? Bit of a mixed bag, but a few interesting discussions. I tried joining in with a few smart remarks, or so I thought. I tried the search button, looking up "David." I thought it was a long shot but might as well try it. To my shock it turned up the following post:

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"Ha my girl say I fuck to much and to long she say you don't have to fuck all the time. Ha I put food in the house and a roof over our head So what a man to do. I like a long hard ride from a girl or two."

--

Obviously this was not my David, but there were intelligent replies suggesting that the "String" be ended by "Laurel" who clearly runs things on the site. This was followed by further discussion about freedom of speech issues. That was impressive, I thought, so I went on to explore further. It was clear that if David was posting, it was under another name. I found myself hoping he was a bit more creative and interesting than the David quoted above.

My next stop was "Sexual Role Playing." I found stories being written by multiple participants, writing themselves into sexual situations. This is where I met Carlos.

After reading a few story strings, I decided that the "A" I got in Creative Writing 101 should not be wasted any longer. I had found a place to use it at last. I giggled gleefully with the thought, forgetting that I was here doing detective work for the moment. 

After trying and failing to get interested in a story involving strange creatures from another world, I decided to strike out on my own. It took a few minutes but I soon found the instructions for starting your own story.

My story began in a schoolyard where I was helping run those little carnival booths to raise money for my daughter's school. Pretty realistic for my situation, you might say. To my surprise, Carlos responded immediately, picking up the story line and running with it. After a few exchanges, I found Carlos writing this, for example:

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"The little restaurant was in an out-of-the-way part of the city and we were a little late for our reservation. My hand was around her arm, my fingers touching the side of her breast. At just that moment, I felt a single drop of pre-cum slip down my thigh, cooling quickly where it fell. I felt her squeeze my hand with her arm as we arrived at the table."

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Carlos was a seductive and sensual writer and I was warming to story writing, even if I was pretty rusty. Carlos won my heart by not rushing into the sex thing. Actually, I had begun to like the story we were writing. As the evening moved on in the story and in real time, I became even more fascinated. An example:

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"She giggled as I continued to hold and fondle her foot. She pretended to pull away and I pretended to tighten my grip, all the time, her foot was pressed tight into my now very firm erection."

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Well, I guess he was headed to the sex fairly early after all, but, you know what I mean. I was kind of ready by this time. Since we both seemed to have time to spare on this evening, the story continued. I found myself squirming in my chair in anticipation of the next lines to come from Carlos. I confess that I was becoming involved and I felt a tingle of excitement between my legs that surprised me. There was more to this than met the eye. Before long, we had advanced the story line to this:

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"I glanced around the room and at the long white table cloth. I decided the risk was well worth it. I unzipped my pants and fished around carefully, then felt the cool air on my now fully-erect cock. I covered it with the table cloth and felt her feet find it and her toes find the swollen head of it, lightly teasing it."

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I might actually get used to this playful pastime, I thought. I felt moist now, the thought of sitting with my feet in the lap of a strange and attractive man in a swank restaurant was strangely appealing. I felt appreciated, in a strange way, even though it was not real and I was playing a role. There is something strange about the attachment I now felt for the character I had become in the last hour or so. I really was Vicki. Carlos continued the story:

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"I was disappointed when she took her feet out of my hands and I pouted a little in her direction. But, they were soon happily back, but different, somehow. I realized that she had been struggling to slip her panties down her legs and was now looping them around my cock with her talented toes. The process was delightful, suspenseful and wonderfully sensual all at one time. I could feel the satin of the garment now being nudged over the head of my cock, doubling the pleasure of her touch. I wondered if her panties had become as wet from her juices as my cock head now felt."

--

The little room filled with my laughter as I read. A sharp tingle ran through me as I imagined doing this outrageously forward thing in a restaurant. Carlos had a nice sense of humor, I decided. He was testing my exhibitionist streak, kept so well hidden all these years. To be honest, I was getting very wet reading the screen.

And I found myself responding in increasingly graphic terms. I was shocked to find myself writing this: --

"I moved my hand back to his cock, tighter this time, and moving a little faster. I can see him tensing and know he is close to cumming. I speed up but keep the strokes smooth. I feel him explode in my hand. His warmth spreads over my hands and drips from the underside of the table."

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My nipples were briskly pressing against my T-shirt and I was holding my breath as I paused before hitting the send key. I stared off into space for a moment, trying to decide. I pushed the enter key and shivered slightly in anticipation. 

It was three in the morning before one of us finally said we had to get some sleep. But before we signed off, Carlos had lead me through the steps to get "Vicki" set up on one of the messaging systems. I found myself agreeing to follow his instructions and try "talking" together tomorrow night, well, actually, tonight.

I now understood why David spent so much time in his office. If I could be hooked to the degree that I was, certainly he must have found some significant attachment too. At least it seemed quite likely to me. With an introspective sigh, I climbed the stairs, checked on the children and tumbled into bed.

Almost by accident, my hand found the wetness of my panties and I lay on my hand, cupped between my legs. My panties were really sopping wet. My hand came to life, almost un-bidden. Music softly wafted over me from the clock radio. Something smooth and dreamy. Frank Sinatra. Slowly, my finger teased the wet lips of my pussy, finding my clitoris, sensitive and erect. I moved it around in little circles and the glorious feelings began once more. 

My eyes focused on the numbers of the clock showing 3:20 now. I turned my head to avoid the distraction, watching instead the moonlit night beaming through my open window. The Mountain Ash near the window swayed in a light breeze scratching quietly against the screen. I slipped my clammy panties off and slipped out of the short nightie I had put on only a minute before. The comforter felt luscious as it's silken surface slipped over my back. I could now appreciate the fresh crisp clean sheets as I stretched out on my stomach.

There, sandwiched between two of my favorite tactile sensations, I let my hand once again slip over the silky curls of my Venus mound. My finger parted my pussy lips and I opened my legs, feeling sensuous there in my little cocoon. Toying with the creamy wetness, my finger stretched out to find the opening to my vagina. I snuggled my mound against the palm of my hand as the searching finger curled into the opening. 

I giggled to myself, thinking that it was no wonder men were always so eager to get their hands on us. It really does feel lovely when you hold it in your hand like this. Really.

Slowly, I circled the bump behind my clitoris, there in the dark warmth of my pussy. It felt so very good tonight, even if it was just my own finger touching that gloriously sensitive spot. Over and over I probed, exploring every nuance of this funny little hump that could drive me wild with pleasure. 

My other hand soothed my breasts in circular pleasure and then tugged first one nipple and then the other. Settling on my left nipple, I squeezed and pinched and tugged just enough for pleasure's sake. It was like making an electrical connection. I could feel a tugging in my body as an electric shock seemed to flash between my nipple and my clitoris.

I pressed against my palm, and my finger increased it's caress, my hand compressing both the bump and my clitoris as I thrust against it. My hips rolled in circular humping motions, faster and faster. My body had taken over now and I was in the throes of one of those wonderful, thundering, shuddering orgasms that seem to reach every point in your body. My legs thrust straight and my toes pointed as if in a cramp; but a pleasure-cramp. My shoulders shivered, my head trashed back and forth against the pillow as I moaned with pleasure.

It was a very nice orgasm. I lay slightly perspiring, my hand still in a lovers caress of my mound, but less urgent now. God, if you could ever get a man to really understand this, instead of rolling over and snoring after sex, you would have something. Honest to god, you could package it and sell it. Make a fortune.

To Be Continued...



A Compromise Ch. 06 Part 2



Chapter 6 Part 2: The Internet and Beyond

My first day of exploring the Internet had opened up a different world for me. It allowed me to continue my search for understanding of David's behavior. On the other hand it had added a complex new issue to be added to what I had begun to refer to as 'The Plan.' I was still convinced that the best strategy for salvaging something from this marriage lay in a studied campaign to make us equals again in all respects of sexuality. To do that, I had to take this detailed view of David's activities, known and unknown to me. So far the investigative work has been very interesting and not wholly unpleasant, I have to admit.

My spare time the next day was spent at the computer. I wanted to figure out the messaging that Carlos had proposed. Along the way I set up a mailbox on Yahoo. There must be a lot of us out there with pseudonyms, I thought, as I pored over offered alternatives to my "Vicki" and "Victoria," ending up at last, with vickibabi2001@yahoo.com. It was 'cutesier' than I would like, but they must be running out of names that are just cute.

I whipped off an Email to him immediately as a test run. "Last night was .. interesting. I'm going to post more now – Vicki." 

In spite of myself, here I was, in the middle of the day, sitting before the tube typing in the address of Literotica. I turned to the page with "Sexual Role Playing" to find that Carlos had already added a story paragraph before he went to work.

--

"Vicki's easy, steady breathing was just discernible in the darkness. She seemed so peaceful. I lay there with my cheek against her mound, enraptured by the sensual feel of her body, enchanted by

having her here in the huge darkness of this 18th century bed, it's great heavy draperies sealing us from the world. 

I kissed her pussy, noticing again the light scent of strawberries mixed with what I thought was a hint of almonds in her personal scent. I wanted to taste her again with my tongue, but I thought it might wake her. So I satisfied

myself with the sensuality of her breasts in my hands and my lips barely touching the most intimate part of her lovely body. I inhaled her scent deeply.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnhh." 

I felt her stirring in the darkness and my tongue immediately slipped through my kiss and parted her sweet lips to find her clitoris. I gently circled it, tasting, touching. She became so wet, so quickly."

--

Wow, I'm telling you, that warmed me up immediately. The fact that there was a man somewhere, writing this about ME before he went to work in the morning was a real turn-on. 

I mean, he had never even seen me; He hardly knew me. We had become familiar with each other in a period of a few hours and here he was imagining himself between my open legs and slipping his tongue into the moist crease of my body; Knowing the scent of my body. And he really was talking about me. 

"This internet is a strange and wondrous world," I muttered.

That wasn't the only thing. As I read the short passage, my pussy became moist with the excitement of being touched. And who knows, maybe he had touched me more than some people who ACTUALLY touched me. 

Now that was something to think about, I thought.

I added a post to our joint story and repeat it here so that you can see how I am progressing at the Internet procedures.

--

Posted by Vickiluv on 08-23-2001 11:54 AM: 

Carlos moved to the end of my lounger as I poured more port. I parted my legs so he that he had a view of my now glistening pussy. I can feel his eyes caressing my breast and moving down to my pussy. I knew I was already moist and Carlos seemed pleased. 

As we sat, words were not needed; there was a feel of total comfort sitting here with him. I can feel him licking my lips and nibbling on my clit with his eyes. Carlos is amazing, he can make me cum without touching me. 

Wanting to please him as he has me, I moved to his end of the sofa and took his now erect cock in my hand. I massaged it from base to tip several times before beginning to lick it. 

Spreading saliva with my tongue until he was very wet, I pulled the foreskin back and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Flicking my tongue on the tip and running it around the edge, I sucked deeply, biting it lightly before slipping the rest of him into my mouth. 

Moving my head up and down, I heard Carlos groaning occasionally as I continued teasing the head. Cupping his balls in one hand, I gripped the base of his shaft with the other. Moving my hand up and down in rhythm with my mouth, I increased my pace with his groans. He gripped my hair, trying to control himself. 

I could tell that he was close, as his balls tightened. I wanted to taste him. Suddenly Carlos let out a loud groan and screamed through clenched teeth, "Vickieeeeeee!" 

He erupted in my mouth. The hot spray shot down my throat and I swallowed as I sucked out more, milking the base of his cock with my hands. 

--

Well, it wasn't very good writing. I realized how out of practice I am. "Never mind, he will probably forgive me," I thought. 

I turned to read some of the stories available on the site, slowly getting myself seriously excited. I left reluctantly to do some of my homemaker tasks. The kids needed supper and eventually to be tucked into bed and kissed good night. 

By 9PM I was back at the computer terminal. I first wanted to check my new mailbox, of course. 

I found Yahoo! and punched in my new nickname "vickibabi2001" and my nickname 'bosco' one I hadn't been able to get out of my mind since I heard it in an episode of "Seinfeld." I found a lovely mechanical letter of welcome from Yahoo! and went on to the one I was looking for, an answer from Carlos.

His Email said: 

--

"WOWEEEEEE! What a great post to the story. I loved the way you fondled me. And what a delicious feel your tongue has. I'll be on line looking for you tonight. How about meeting me on Yahoo messenger? -- Love, Carlos"

--

Off on a new adventure, I thought, not knowing at all how to work the damned messenger thing. Still it was there, already open on my desktop. I typed in the handle and the password and a screen opened showing my friend list which included only myself and Carlos. 

In case you have never tried one of the messaging programs, it takes a little getting used to. You type a sentence or phrase and send it off. You get an immediate response from the person at the other end. I'm putting examples here to illustrate the story and give you a real feel for what it was like talking to Carlos. You may find it distracting that they repeat the person's name on each line, but you'll get used to it. Ly back and imagine you are doing the typing and reading the response.

It startled me when another screen opened immediately with Carlos's opening query:

--

Carlos: Hi Vicki, how are you tonight? 

Carlos: You look lovely.

Vickiluv: Hi. You can't see me, …Can you? Eeeek be patient, I gotta figure this thing out. Am I doing it write?

Carlos: Loved your story. Did you see my answer yet?

Vickiluv: just clicking on it now

Carlos: be careful

Carlos: are you ready

Carlos: legs up and spread wide?

Carlos: LOL

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: OH GOD what a post!!!!!!!! I love it!!!!!!!!!!!

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: really?

Vickiluv: YES

Carlos: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vickiluv: can feel you rubbing my back

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmEE TOO

Carlos: MAKES ME SHUDDER

Carlos: WITH PLEASURE

Carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Vickiluv: what a wonderful thought to open the computer to!

Carlos: The thought of your wet pussy makes my mind explode with passion like that

--

I started to digress from the truth a little bit. I didn't quite feel comfortable telling him I was all alone last night. I invented a story about waking my husband because he had made me so hot. Just checking to see what would happen, you know.

--

Vickiluv: I think you were possessing him last night

Carlos: LOL

Carlos: good

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: makes me really shudder

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm

Vickiluv: It was great sex

Vickiluv: very wet

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: love it darling

Carlos: Love thinking of being part of your orgasm

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: don't know why but it feels lovely to me

Carlos: Kisses

Carlos: sweet kisses darling

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmm

Carlos: thanks

Carlos: tell me more?

Carlos: or not?

Carlos: 

Vickiluv: still not sure if I am suppose to feel bad that I get wetter and have more orgasms when I am thinking about you

Vickiluv: or just enjoy it

Carlos: ENJOY

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: it is good for both

Carlos: smile

Carlos: or all three

Carlos: LOL

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMm

Vickiluv: smile

--

I was starting to feel more comfortable with all the typing, as you can see. It is really weird at first. You have a sense of being urged on to more and more comments. I shouldn't bore you with all these quotes and mistyping that comes in messaging, but it does give the flavor of what I was experiencing this first time.

I massaged my engaged nipples through the nylon cup of my bra. It seemed to help me think.

--

Carlos: tell me some more darling, i want to feel it slipping into your pussy

--

This was getting very hot now, I thought. How far should I go? I decided to go the next step.

--

Vickiluv: in a missionary posistion first

Vickiluv: slow and easy

Carlos: sqeezing my thighs, my cock hard LOL

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: then he said he was too tired to go on and rolled to his side

Vickiluv: with me still in him and

Vickiluv: I kept squeezing until he decided he wasn't tired anymore

Carlos: with you still in HIM?

Carlos: LOL

Carlos: I get the picture

Carlos: LOL

Vickiluv: YES what do you think I was squeezing

Vickiluv: LOL

Vickiluv: well when he raised back up

Vickiluv: I had my legs around his waist, he was on his knees and I was hanging off the bed

Vickiluv: from the mid-back up

Vickiluv: that is an amazing head rush

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: yes

Carlos: my cock feels like it is filling you

--

Ohmigod, he was becoming so very intimate. In spite of myself, he was drawing me into his intimacy. I realized that I was idly fondling myself as I read his words. My pussy was very wet. 

And then I continued. Going deeper into my erotic feelings. 

--

Vickiluv: the reason I think he was possessed by you is

Vickiluv: he never pays as much attention to my breasts as he did last night

Vickiluv: rubbing them 

Vickiluv: kissing

Vickiluv: squeezing

Vickiluv: biting

Vickiluv: nibbling

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: lovely

Carlos: where was the first orgasm?

--

I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy hard. It felt so good. It was like the feeling you get when you stretch after sitting for a long time. Releasing the muscles, soothing the whole body. I felt a shiver course through me. Delicious. But lonely, I had to admit.

--

Vickiluv: on my side of the bed before I woke him

Carlos: that was with me

Carlos: smile

Carlos: smugly

Carlos: lol

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Vickiluv: yes I was thinking of you

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: and then

Vickiluv: I think your uummmmm "ego" is getting bigger

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: My ego is quite large whenever you are around, you know

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: it was nice being semi hard all day long

Carlos: LOL

Vickiluv: it is nice to know you are

Carlos: I have something you will think is wierd

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Carlos: but i may not tell you after all

Carlos: MMMM

Vickiluv: you had something wierd

Vickiluv: I am asking what??? Please?

Carlos: well, I was awake at 3:30

Carlos: I looked at the clock and thought, my god, I should be sleeping

Carlos: but, you were in my head and my cock was hot and hard

Carlos: So, to tell the truth, I used a little lubricant to make my hand feel like your wetness

Carlos: and fucked you wildly in my mind 

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMm

Carlos: it was strangely good too

Carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Carlos: your wetness felt real

Carlos: yes

Carlos: MMMMMMMM

Carlos: I must have really wanted you

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

--

Well, it went on like that. I could feel myself getting wetter still. So this is the way it is out here on the Internet, I thought.

--

Carlos: i was asking if you are wet now?

Vickiluv: yes I am

Vickiluv: and listening to Faith Hill's All Night Long

Carlos: MMMM

Carlos: what are you wearing today?

Vickiluv: a sage green tee and

Vickiluv: flowered silk shorts

Vickiluv: and yellow cotton panties

Vickiluv: and I am barefoot

Carlos: mmm

Carlos: Ugh, I hate cotton panties, any chance of putting on something a little sexier? Not necessary of course. Whatever.

That was the first time anyone on the phone ever cared how I was dressed. I considered lying about it, but then, strange as it sounds, I couldn't do it. It just didn't feel right.

Vickiluv: Maybe I can find something.

Vickiluv: Can you wait a minute?

Carlos: would love to. Take yur time, gorgeous

Now, it was silly, I know. I could have just waited a minute and let him think I was off rummaging in my panty drawer. But I didn't. I really did go off and rummage in my panty drawer. I have to admit it has become a real rummage in the past few years. No time, you know how it is. I have been going for comfort. Those new cottons from Haines are great, in my mind. I know, I know, I should also have been feeding the inner man. That's what you are going to say isn't it. 

"Well, as I told you before, I thought that David should rise above it and love me for the inner self, not my underwear'" I thought to myself.

Still, I did manage a complete change and looked at myself in the mirror. The image grinned back at me with a mischievous, if not sexy grin.

--

Vickiluv: I'm back, you stl ther?

Carlos: Hi. 

Vickiluv: My panty drawer needs to be refreshed from Victoria's Secret. LOL

Vickiluv: but I found a white seethru bra and panties. Almost couldn't get into them. Gotta take off a couple pounds.

Carlos: mmm

Vickiluv: and white stockings

Carlos: mmmMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: and a garterbelt.

Carlos: mmm

Carlos: sounds lovely

Vickiluv: and high heels, too!

Carlos: mmmMMMMMMMMMMMMM growllllllllllllllll!!!!!

Vickiluv: I have a silk gown too, sort of see thru

Vickiluv: I feel pretty sexy

Carlos: sounds lovely --------- I could eat you!

Carlos: Want to take you on the floor right now

Carlos: and open your legs and feel your thighs pressed to my cheeks.

Carlos: and eat you

Carlos: and make love to you

--

I really was feeling sexy too. I let Carlos go on about how he thought I looked and all the fun things he wanted to do to me. My hand stroked the silky panty covering my mound and I found myself getting wet all over again.

Reluctantly, I rejoined the typed conversation. That's the down side, you have to keep typing when your hands could be otherwise occupied.

For some reason the image flashed into my mind of what my see-thru panties would look like when I took them off. Soaked through, the clinging creamy moisture would still be there, like white spiderwebs in the crotch when I pull them out of the laundry bag. 

How will I think of this moment then? Though I thought it might embarrass me, I realized that I could not stop at this point. My mind turned to him. What was he doing now, reading my responses. He was impatient for my next comments and prompted me with a series of question marks. I stared at the screen, trying to decide.

--

Vickiluv: Mmmmm, take my nipples

Vickiluv: then play with them with your fingers

Vickiluv: slipping off my breast you would find the little moles between them

Vickiluv: and tease them before cupping the other breast

Vickiluv: moving up you would find my neck

Vickiluv: and rub it softly

Vickiluv: around each side

Vickiluv: before moving on to find my ear

Vickiluv: running your finger along the outter edge until I had chills

Vickiluv: then you would slip them around to my lips and I would give them little kisses

Vickiluv: before sucking one of them into my mouth

carlos: and whisper in your ear

Vickiluv: then you would run your fingers through my hair

Vickiluv: and land on my shoulder

carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: sliding over my shoulder you would slip down my back

Vickiluv: to th small of my back

Vickiluv: lingering there, pressing into my back

Vickiluv: slipping down and giving my bottom a tight squeeze

Vickiluv: then slapping me on the bottom, and running your hand around to my thigh

Vickiluv: and down to my knee

carlos: PULLING YOU CLOSER

Vickiluv: playing with the back of my knee

carlos: love the soft skin behind your knee'

Vickiluv: then down my calf to my ankle

Vickiluv: and on to my foot

Vickiluv: rubbing my arch softly

carlos: sucking your middle toe

Vickiluv: NONO only the hands

Vickiluv: rubbing my toes

Vickiluv: then back up to my knees

Vickiluv: then my thighs

carlos: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: then finally to the hot wet spot between my thighs

Vickiluv: LOVELY

Vickiluv: How is that???

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: nnice

Vickiluv: I think it would be wonderful

carlos: and you think i would then find that you were not yet wet?

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmm

--

I began to think I was getting the hang of this teasing, don't you? I still could not imagine that I was here doing this. But, on the other hand, Carlos seems pretty OK. I was starting to feel as if I knew him. He certainly sounds like he knows me. My god. I can't remember telling him all this stuff about me.

-- 

Vickiluv: no read again it said HOT andWET




A Compromise Ch. 06 Part 2



carlos: love brushing across the lips of your pussy

carlos: with the back of my fingers 

carlos: and then probing a little more with my finger tips

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: feeling my way along the twin ridges of your lips

carlos: pressing your panties into the little valley made by your lips

carlos: kissing your thighs

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Vickiluv:Hey, wait a minute. What are you wearing? Maybe I want you to change.

carlos: button down shirt

Vickiluv: Yesssss????????

carlos: white tee shirt, belt, tan chinos, frayed at the bottom 

carlos: checkered boxer shorts

carlos: crew sox

carlos: ugly moccasins

Vickiluv: I hate boxers. Got anything else?

carlos: hang on

--

I was being picky but now I knew how it made him feel to send me off to find new underwear. Kind of sexy imagining it. Thinking of him stripping off as he went to his bedroom. Seeing his hairy chest and then, I gulped, and then seeing the hair around his genitals appear. The vision was strangely erotic. I like the look of a man's hair surrounding the stem of his cock. You know what I mean, the sort of dimple just at the base of his penis is barely covered by the dark black hair curling there beside his long penis. I could imagine how it looked, firm, yet not fully erect yet.

I shook my head and wondered what had brought that on. Wow.

--

carlos: I'm back. Smile!

Vickiluv: good, I forgot to ask something (blush)

carlos: Yes?

Vickiluv: what color is the hair down there? 

carlos: dark, well, black

Vickiluv: right. What are you wearing? Description please

carlos: red tank top, black nylon briefs, very tight, very skimpy

Vickiluv: I like it! Are you hard? Describe it. 

carlos: Yes, I can see the bulging head of my cock outlined through the briefs. Like you've been fondling it. Looks like a little moist spot there too. Growing now that you are thinking about it!!!

Vickiluv: MMMMmm love it. 

--

We continued an intense discussion describing feelings, describing physical things, being more and more erotic. Carlos got down to the serious love making, cyberspace-wise. I leaned back and opened my legs to him, staring at my mound, fondling my breasts while my eyes focused on the screen. His monologue continued to toy with me.

--

carlos: kissing along the inside the soft inside of your thighs

carlos: then kissing directly onto your mound and slipping with 

carlos: lots of kisses down until I could feel where your pussy opening was

carlos: mmmmmmm

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: lovely 

carlos: nice scent

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: love how soft it is.

Vickiluv: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

carlos: then with my hand cupping your pussy

Vickiluv: and it is very wet

carlos: i would look into your eyes

carlos: holding your lovely swollen plump pussy mound

carlos: looking deep into your eyes, watching them begin to smile, with little crinkles at the corners

carlos: as our eyes grip each other

carlos: in the same way that my hands might grip both of your breasts

carlos: feeling all of you between my two hands

carlos: holding your pussy mound as you move against my hand

carlos: a little

carlos: kissing your nose 

carlos: still holding contact with your eyes

carlos: nuzzling your nose with mine, still looking deep into yours

carlos: mmmmmm your pussy feels so warm darling

carlos: then staring at your lips

carlos: i would carefully approach them 

carlos: with my lips

carlos: eyes fixed on them now

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: and our tongues find each other immediately

carlos: dueling and playing with each other

carlos: as my hand fondles and squeezes still more 

carlos: on your sex

carlos: my finger feeling between your pussy lips

carlos: for the wetness 

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmm

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: now

carlos: feeling you

carlos: and my other hand has found your breast

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: feeling you up darling

carlos: mmmmmmme

carlos: feeling the soft plumpness of your lovely breast

carlos: the pleasure making me a little wild eyed now

carlos: you preen, offering your body to my hands and my eyes

carlos: my eyes are devouring yours 

carlos: close up

carlos: closer

carlos: now I can breath your breath

carlos: i am taking you

carlos: with my hands darling Vicki 

carlos: taking you 

carlos: holding you

Vickiluv: oh yes that feels good

carlos: fondling you deeply

carlos: squeezing hard now

carlos: my finger has slipped past your panties and into the hot wetness

carlos: of your pussy

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: it is so delicious feeling soft, hot, wet, so very wet

carlos: breathing your breath

--

My finger was probing deep inside, pretending to be Carlos. I lay back in the swivel chair and just let myself go. Thrusting in and out, two fingers were not quite enough and I pried a third into the wet heat of my pussy. At last I felt the slow building thrill welling up in me. My head felt a little light and I lifted one foot onto the desk and toyed with my nipples as my other hand pleased my eagerly moist pussy. I came. I lay there, completely loose and relaxed feeling as if I would not be able to stand up if I tried to. I felt like a puppet, limp, lying there waiting for the puppeteer to pull my strings again.

--

Vickiluv: you are driving me crazy here

carlos: Did you come, sweet?

carlos: I did.

Vickiluv: that gives me chills

Vickiluv: I want to feel you inside me so bad

carlos: making me wet and sticky as I thrust in and out of you

carlos: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Vickiluv: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

carlos: you feel lovely sweetheart

Vickiluv: blush

carlos: love making you blush

carlos: love making you wet

carlos: love making you cum

carlos: love making you

Vickiluv: I am so wet right now

carlos: mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Vickiluv: (MAJOR BLUSH)

Well, I won't bore you with all the details. I am still amazed at how delightfully sensual I was feeling. I would never have guessed that it was possible. I slipped out of my sopping panties and dropped them in the laundry on my way to bed. 

Then I remembered Carlos' request. 

"Send them as a souvenir?" he had begged. I had laughed it off and thought no more about it. It seemed completely out of the question. He couldn't be serious.

But, I guessed that he might just be serious.

I wondered if I could actually bring myself to do that. It is a terribly personal thing to do. Amazingly so.

I took the damp garment and found a Ziploc bag in the kitchen and slipped them into my purse. Who knows, maybe it would be fun to know that Carlos was typing with my panties hanging from the screen. I giggled self-consciously. 

I mailed them the very next day. It felt strangely exciting to slip the little package through the mail slot.

I now knew how David's Internet passion would fit into "The Plan." 

But first I had to figure out how to find out what name he used. I couldn't figure that out just now. 

"Maybe Carlos will help." I heard myself mutter as I went up the stairs, still in stockings and high heels. I was, quite frankly, feeling very much the sought-after femme fatale! 

To be continued..



A Compromise Ch. 07



Laurel's eight year old arms slipped around my waist. I was just tasting the spaghetti to see if it was "el dente' or whatever that word is when it is just right. I felt her plant a kiss on my back and then snuggle her head right into the small of my back. She's a great kid, but this was a little unusual at dinner time. She was usually out playing with her friends.

"Hmmmmm, thank you sweetheart. To what do I owe this lovely hug?

"OH, nothing. Just ..."

"Yes? Is it because I make such good spaghetti?"

"No." she giggled. "But you do!"

The spaghetti was not quite there. And I tucked my head down under my bent elbow to see her darling little face smiling up at me, a hint of something else lurking behind the smile.

"I repeat, Hmmmmmm?"

"It's just... Well, I'm just glad you're my Mom."

"Well, thank you again. That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week. I'm glad I'm your Mom, too! What do you think of that?"

Her arms tightened around me and she giggled again. "You know, Terry's Mom and Dad are getting divorced. Her Mom keeps telling her that it is not so bad to be divorced. But, .. she cries a lot."

"Oh, so that's bothering you? That's nice of you to be concerned about your friend. She needs you to be her friend right now, I bet."

It was a lovely little moment with my daughter, bitter-sweet, but lovely. A tear slipped down my cheek and I blamed it on the steam from the spaghetti. 

Sounds like Grandpa honking for you sweetheart. Is Jimmy ready? Jimmy came bounding down stairs carrying his soccer bag, full, I knew of TV games and a change of underwear. 

"Bye, Mom, grandpa's here." He gave me a quick smear of a kiss as I bent over for it and was off, banging the door behind him. Laurel hurried after him.

I blinked away the tears and stared after them, waving to Dad. No sense on cursing the hand that you are dealt in life. That's one of David's lines, not mine. But, it had a lot of truth in it. For example, if I had a serious illness or an injury, I wouldn't just opt out of the rest of life. I would pick myself up and go on with what ever I had. And, I would still make a life out of it. So what sense did it make opt out just because it is legal to get a divorce? It may be the only solution for some people, and I have no quarrel with them.

But for me, I have to work my plan to get on with it in the best way possible under the new circumstances. I've studied a number of characteristics of the life that David seems to think is important, at least from a sensual standpoint. I think I have a loosely defined plan for turning him around. I know, I know, I shouldn't count on it. It is far from a sure thing, but I've given it a lot of time, as you know from the previous chapters.

And so the time has come to start working the plan to see just how glued to an alternative life style David is. Will he change his mind as I take over the initiative? Or will he simply think that at last I have come around to his point of view and leave me stuck with it in the future? Now there's a mind-boggling thought. 

I stared out the kitchen window on that one, because I really am not sure what my reaction would be. That's not part of The Plan. I crossed my eyes, stuck out my tongue, and shook the thought out of my mind, just as David appeared outside preparing the grill.

"What's the matter? Is that look for me?"

"Oooof, sorry, just had a strange thought. Well it is sort of for you, now that I think about it." I laughed half-heartedly, my funny face replaced with a sardonic smile. Maybe tonight was the night.

"Uh-oh, I don't like the sound of that! Anything wrong? You've been a little quiet lately."

The doorbell interrupted us before I could think of a good answer to that one. Phil and Anne arrived at the same time as Manny and Margaret, probably saw them coming down the street.

Usually there would have been more people for one of these, but I didn't really want too big a group. This needed to be an intimate group. 

I greeted each and waited to see if Manny would give his usual robust hug or would he feel he should be a little reserved. I needn't have worried. Manny looked me deep in the eyes, and then got his confidence screwed up and lifted me off the floor with his usual enthusiasm. "Hi, gorgeous, you look even more lovely than usual." I felt the warmth of our bodies as he let me slip slowly down until my toes touched, hitching my skirt up slightly in the process.

"Ohmigod, leave that poor girl alone, Manny! David, we are going to have to throw a pail of water on him before the night's over." Margaret always pretended to side with David in a conspiracy that they must watch the two of us carefully. 

"Maybe we should run off together to get even!" She laughed and hugged me in turn, letting David go.

David took drink orders and the rest of us waited while he delivered them and then offered the first toast.

"Here's to all of you, glad to have you!" he mumbled. 

I knew that he always fixed the first drink extra strong to get the party off to a relaxed start, but I made sure that I did the refills. I wanted everyone to be relaxed and receptive tonight.

You see, our parties are pretty predictable. At some point, Phil or David will make broad innuendoes that we should go skinny dipping. Everyone laughs and threatens to be first, but no one actually does it. Tonight they were in for a surprise. 

I was braless tonight. I knew that the loose silk dress with the low cut neckline and large white buttons down the front would provide a little excitement as I passed the canapé's. At least for the men, it would. I returned from the kitchen with a silver tray, a stack of napkins tucked under the tray. I offered one to Margaret, noticing David turn away from the grill to stare down my dress as she took her time making a selection.

"Oh, Charly, these look wonderful."

"Jeez, they sure do." David chimed in. I could see a look of surprise on his face, mixed with excitement. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him follow me as I leaned deeply in front of Manny who stared with such appreciation I had to move the tray to get one under his blindly groping fingers.

"Oh, great, er.. thanks, Charly." I saw his Adam's apple bob slightly as he gulped in surprise at my breasts, now tanned and free, swayed under his gaze.

"Ouch." I heard David say.

"Keep you eyes on your work over there. We don't want to call 911 and tell them you burned yourself on your grill!" I laughed at his discomfort and he turned back to his work. I continued passing the tray. Phil was always a little more obvious than the others, so I bowed in his direction, the tray in hand. There were only two left on the tray and he couldn't resist.

"Wow, what a pair!" he said exuberantly, his eyes devouring me instead of the food. Anne kicked his ankle sharply with a laugh. 

"Behave yourself! Down boy!"

"Well, they are! I mean have you ever seen nicer pair of spring roles?"

"I wish I could go braless and look as pretty as you do, Charly." Anne put her hand on my arm and pulled me close to half whisper it in my ear.

"Oh, come on, Anne. You can do it anytime. I don't know why you are so shy?" Phil said it as if it was something that had come up before between them. 

Anne's breasts are really wonderful. They are full and round and large. They always look heavy and opulent in anything she wears. She doesn't exactly flaunt them, but you always know they are there and they are lovely.

"Savage!" she laughed and punched him, her breasts swaying with the punch.

My nipples were hard with the excitement of all this attention. I think even the girls noticed. When I stood up again, the telltale points jutted against the dress. I went out of my way to pass David.

"Want one of my spring roles, David?" I asked innocently.

He looked at me quizzically, his eyes searching mine then dropping to my nipples which taunted him as I thrust them a little higher.

"Just one?" he recovered quickly and brought a laugh from everyone as I swept into the house to bring more.

I brought another tray and asked David to pass it while I brought more drinks. I intended to make the second one myself to further insure that everyone got suitably jolly tonight. They got a double dose of David's patented "Curtain Raiser." I felt someone behind me as I poured and waited in anticipation. It was David.

"Honey, do you know you can see all the way to your panties when you bend over? Sure you shouldn't button one button? Or put on a bra?"

"Do my ears deceive me? Is this David? I thought you liked that view!" I smirked at him in a very smartass way. I think the correct word would be coquettish.

"Well uh, .. just thought, .. uh .. well, never mind." He went on into the kitchen with the empty tray, a perplexed look on his face.

With a little smile of satisfaction at exposing the closet prude in my husband, I rejoined the party looking more than a little bouncy and ready for more. I distributed the drinks and insisted on a kiss in payment. I shivered a little, though, as I felt Manny's tongue dart out and taste my lipstick. He gave me a knowing smile as I moved on, rolling my eyes at him. I may have rolled my hips too. I was really feeling on a roll, I have to tell you.

We sat down at the round, glass-top table for steaks and corn on the cob. The glass was not completely clear. We were all feeling the effects of the drinks now and during dessert, I slipped my feet up into David's lap. It was only a minute until the others noticed. David looked slightly uncomfortable as he stared across at me.

"Hey, look at this. What is it? Two fish swimming in the pond?" Manny laughed and pointed down at my legs.

"Jeez, you two want us to leave you alone?" Phil hooted. This isn't fair, you are the only one across from your husband.

Anne slipped out of her shoes and slipped her toes inquisitively into Manny's lap, lifting mine so she could reach. 

"Oh, I don't know Phil, I think this will work out OK. Let's wait and see. I could see his hand curl around Anne's instep. Her skirt parted and we could see a little hint of the color of her panties shimmering as if in a pond.

"Now it is really unfair! No room for more legs!" Margaret moaned. 

"Unless, of course, you don't mind sitting on the floor, Phil. Phil slipped to the floor with a clatter and pulled Margaret's feet into his lap. He continued his conversation, only his eyes above table level.

"Yes, OK, this is fine. All fair now. Where were we? The Lions playing the Bears on Monday night?" He laughed.

It was, I admit, kind of sexy. I noticed that David had been struck dumb by the whole episode. That was hard to explain, but I supposed I would understand it with a little analysis. He began to recover and reenter the conversation. 

Actually, I can very well understand why this would drive men crazy. The feel of Anne's stockings against my own was quite sensual. I could feel her flexing her muscles slightly as she insinuated her feet a little deeper into Manny's lap.

Taking her example, I stretched out to find David's cock, now very hard, lying along his leg under his pants. It felt nice. It jerked when I touched it. His eyes were as big as dollars.

As time went on, David recovered and was becoming more exuberant. It was only a matter of time before the call went up: 

"OK, who's for skinny-dipping? I turned on the pool heater today, so no excuses!"

Everyone, as usual, said "Sure!" "Right" "Yessss!" but, nobody moved.

Nobody, that is, except me. I disentangled myself from the fondling tangle of legs under the table and stood up. Quickly I slipped the buttons of the dress open and dropped it in the chair. My nipples were jutting out from the mounds of my dark nipples. I still had my panties and thigh-high nylons on as I turned and walked to the pool and stepped into a shallow dive. The water was perfect and I rolled on my back and floated across the pool with my breasts above water, nipples like stiff flags flying over me.

"The water's great! Anyone joining me?"

They were all looking at David and laughing loudly, waiting for his reaction.

Rolling his eyes and smiling sheepishly, he made a great fuss of getting out of his chair, throwing his shoes and socks off, stripping out of his shirt, and dropping his pants. Anne and Margaret, whooped good-naturedly at his display. 

David slipped out of his briefs at the edge of the pool and dove under me as I raised one nyloned leg high in the air. The dark ring of lace at the top of my stocking was waterlogged but elegant. He came up under me and I felt his hands cover my breasts as his cock prodded my bottom. We floated together that way as the others made comments. 

There was a great splash at the other end and we looked up to see the pool deck empty and clothes scattered around the table. Margaret's bra hung from the chair back. The four of them had obviously jumped in all at once. They stood hugging in the water, filling the night air with their laughter.

We all bobbed in the water in a circle. Couples staying pretty much together as we continued the teasingly sexy conversation.

Phil at last got up his nerve and dove across the circle between my legs. The others now had an excuse to do the same with the other girls. The water was roiled as one and then the other was raised up by the man between their legs.

David dove with his nose pinched and twisted upside down to swim under Margaret, eyeing her from below as she giggled self-consciously. He emerged on the other side with a big swirl of splashed water.

"Hey you girls aren't really skinny dipping!" He tugged at Margaret's panties, getting them all the way down to her knees. Margaret stripped her panties off and there was a bright red streak as she tossed them onto the deck. A cheer came from the men. Anne and I followed suit and were honored with their cheers as well. 

I couldn't help noticing that Anne had no visible hair. Her pussy looked very nice that way. I could see that David thought so too. I had never shaved there. 

We stood in a circle, arms low on each other's waists and extended our toes in sort of a group grope in the middle of the circle. I felt Phil's hand on one cheek of my bottom and Manny's on the other. David had really recovered from the initial surprise and was his old self again, arms around Anne and Margaret with their bodies pressed close. I noticed that Anne's breast pressed against his chest as she turned slightly to look up at him.

Somehow, I wished that he would go back to his original state of astonished silence. Don't wish for too much on the first step of the plan, I thought.

Margaret proposed that we be blindfolded and see if we could identify our husbands by touch alone. I thought, ironically, that I would be able to identify two of the men in the circles from first hand experience, so to speak. Anne squelched it by saying it would be too easy, now that she had seen the size of Manny and David. Even Phil joined in the laughter. From what I could see of Phil, it looked like he was being wrongfully criticized and I said so.

Phil leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Charly, for defending me. Isn't she a beast?"

The party began breaking up, sodden panties were tucked into purses, stockings tucked away too, and we all dried off with a stack of fluffy towels. I slipped into my dress, my wet stockings outlined against the fabric and my nipples still tenting the fabric.

David and I finished cleaning up and I was in our tiny laundry room. Just as I started the dryer, I screamed with surprise as my dress was thrown up over my hips and David's cock delved between the cheeks of my bottom. My legs were lifted off the floor by the strength of his thrust. Since I had just toweled off, I wasn't wet enough for this immediately, and he could not make it in one thrust. My dry pussy held him back. He pressed against the resistance. Slowly, I felt him fill my vagina, a little at a time, as his blunt, rigid cock spread first my pussy lips then slipped inside.

It felt as if my vagina had to unfold to let him enter a little more. He pressed again and another inch or so of me was filled and spread with the hard roundness of his cock head. I moved a little. He slipped in a little deeper, the forceful pressure of his thrust continuing. I began to become a little wetter and moved one more time until I felt him press all the way into my vagina. I felt his balls slap against my thighs, high up between my legs.

"Oooof!" I couldn't help it. The word slipped out on its own.

David wasn't hearing it anyway. He withdrew until he was completely out of me and then I felt him probing again to find my entrance. Again he pushed against me, going all the way with one powerful thrust as his hands left my hips and reached to grasp my breasts. Again and again I felt his cock extend into me, pushing the folds of my vagina aside and seeking more of my juices from deep inside me. He couldn't last long, I knew. I had teased him all night long and he was bound to be ready to come very quickly. 

With one mighty thrust, I felt his body tense, his hands tighten on my breasts and his toes lift me higher off the vibrating dryer under my pubic mound. His sperm was a long, warm, creamy stream. I felt it splash deep inside and then felt his cock pull some of it out so that it dribbled between us. I held on, but it was no use. He had drunk too much and he had satisfied himself. He would be off to bed almost immediately.

David lay on me as the spin dry cycle continued to tickle my stomach. His hands caressed my breasts and I felt his hand slip inside to cup the bareness of my breast, then twist my nipple gently. He kissed me behind my ear and I felt him lighten his load from me, cautiously lower me to the floor and slowly let his dwindling prick slip out of clenched pussy. I felt it clasped lightly by the cheeks of my bottom as my feet touched the floor. A stream of his sperm rolled down my thigh and I pressed my legs together. He massaged the small of my back for a moment, with real tenderness.

"Oh, god, I got to get to bed! You coming?"

"In a minute," I said. 

David lumbered up the stairs and I heard him bump along he hall to our room.

I cleaned up a little and then went into the living room to collect my thoughts. Sitting in the bay window, I saw myself staring back. The reflected image mouthed the words: 

"So far, so good?"

The person in the window shrugged, unsmiling, and turned off the light. 





A Compromise Ch. 08



Chapter 08: The Compromise Solution

Well, step one of the plan seemed like a flop. 

It has been four weeks since the pool party, and I finally realized that what bothered David was 'control.' He is a secret control freak. He was disturbed that he was not controlling my sexual teasing. Now how can I use that to turn this relationship back to being one between two equals? David had so far come through this unscathed. I had not mentioned his affair, nor had I told him about any of the alternatives I had explored. 

I had almost been reduced to considering divorce. I could see no way of turning things around. Still, I really hated the idea of breaking up the family. The fact is that we have a very functional family with the exception of the sexual side. Our sex is not romantic enough for me and obviously not exciting enough for David. 

I was sitting in the sunroom thinking about my problem and idly leafing through the book "Undaunted Courage." It is the story of the Lewis and Clark expedition from the Mississippi to the West coast in 1801-1804. It seems a strange place to find the basis for my compromise plan, but there it was.

I glanced at the page, and then a few words seemed to stand out to me. When Lewis and Clark came upon Indian tribes they were surprised to find the wives offered to them. Right! Shocking isn't it? We thought we invented pass-around sex in the 1960's. Right? Well, not so. The white men possessed guns and manufactured items that astonished the Indians. The Indians offered their wives as a sign of hospitality. They also believed that somehow the white man's powers would be conveyed to them by having sex with the same woman. 

I looked for more discussion of this practice. In another location in their journals they reported that the Indian males were sometimes offended if the white men turned down their offer. Probably they didn't get that many rejections, I'm thinking, so Lewis may have been referring to only one occasion! 

However, the really interesting part of the story was that the women were also disappointed when this happened! Now, there is a story! 

"That's it." I said aloud, my voice echoing off the tile surfaces of the sunroom. "That's it!" I repeated. 

The book lay open on my lap and I stared out over the green lawn. Here was a compromise I thought had a chance of success. I had been trying to change David. It is never a good idea to have a plan predicated on convincing some other human being to change. Even your own ability to change is suspect, after all!

It took two days to think the plan through. But once I had it worked out in my mind, I could hardly wait to discuss it with David. I was ready to confront him with the problem and then to offer this compromise solution. I planned the evening as a romantic dinner with his favorite dinner, rack of lamb. I bundled the kids off to Mom for the night, and slipped into my simple black dress, pearls and heels. I had drinks ready when David arrived home.

"Wow, what's the occasion?" David eyed the candlelight table and my chic dress suspiciously.

"No occasion. I just thought it would we should have some time for a talk." I said, not meaning to sound ominous. I guess I failed.

"Talk? Uh .. something wrong?" he asked immediately, brow furrowed.

"Well, not something we can't get around." I handed him the glass. "Here's to us." I said. I couldn't really smile under the circumstances, but didn't frown either.

"Oh boy, that doesn't sound .." he decided not to go on. "Thanks. To us, then!"

"Come on, Charlotte, .. what is this? I recognize the symptoms. What is the problem?"

"Well, I do have a little problem." I began. Sit down. Let me just finish dinner and bring it in. OK?"

"No, I think I'll stand, thanks." 

We carried the plates into the dining room, our shadows looming large on the formal wallpaper and ceiling.

"My problem is, .. you, David, my dear David, .. you."

David looked crestfallen. He must have suspected that I had caught him. He looked guilty, hurt, concerned, all in one sad expression. I almost felt sorry for him. He must feel similar to how I felt watching him boinking Joyce in the back yard.

"I was awake, David."

"What?" he said, bravely.

"Nine weeks ago tomorrow night, I watched my own dear husband fucking my neighbor Joyce under my bedroom window. That's the problem." I was trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. The passage of the past nine weeks helped a little, but the gnawing emptiness had returned to my stomach.

".. what .. what are you saying? Must have been … someone ..else" he stammered.

I said nothing more.

".. Look, Charly, I .. I don't know what you .. are talking about." He tried hard to maintain a look of innocence, but it was starting to slip.

I just stared at him. A tear slipped down my cheek and I rubbed it away.

" .. someone else? Must have.. you don't really think I .." he stumbled on. His brow broke out in sweat now.

"No, David, we both know it's true. I've spent the last nine weeks with the sight of Joyce, legs around your waist, slipping up and down your cock. … I was so devastated, I can't tell you. I can't tell you how it, .. even now, hurts."

David's eyes teared. He realized that there was no way to make it different.

".. it'll never happen again. .. Don't know .. how .. uh .. what came over me. I am sorry, .. Charly .. It's the only .. time, Charly."

"What do you want, David? A divorce? Want to end it?"

"NO!" he couldn't seem to say anything further. "NO! Charly, never. God, the kids … NO! Can't you.. give me another .. uh chance.. I promise. It was an accident, Charly. Doesn't mean any .. thing! Surely you know that! .. you don't' want that, do you? Please, Charly, please, don't say that."

"No, I didn't think you did, not really. You were a fool, David. How do you think things can ever go back together. It's the ultimate betrayal. Don't you know that?"

"Yeah, .. but Charly .. we have so much .. together .. I love YOU. Give me a chance to prove it"

"I've thought about it, David. I've spent sleepless nights trying to think of a way we can ever be equal partners again. I've even tried some of the fantasies you have suggested, .. you know, trying to find out what I was missing?"

"What do you mean, you tried what?" he looked startled.

"Well, you wanted me to consider joining a swap club, for example. So .. I went to one."

"You're .. kidding!" Now he looked like I had hit him with a bucked of ice water. He sat staring, wide-eyed. "I was .. kidding .. kidding about that! Never meant to do it. Not really!"

"Well, I tried it. And, to be fair, I admit I found it very erotic. In some ways it might be appealing. But in the end, you know I couldn't actually live like that. It is too blatant, too .. I don't know. Anyway, not for me. Not for us."

"So I have come up with a compromise plan to see if you want to change things."

"I will definitely change, Charly, I will!"

"Well, I'd like to think so, David, but we both know that is .. well, not likely, is it? Anyway, it is not a good enough bet for me."

"Wait a minute! Let's go back to that swap club. Did you …. Did you .."

"Have sex? Well, I don't think you have the right to ask, do you?" I said.

"Well, you can't .." he stopped there, feeling beaten before he got the words out.

"Here's what I think, David. I think we have a pretty good thing going with this family. We don't have an equal partner thing going, sexually, I mean. Both are important."

"Of course we have .." again he decided to stop and wait to see where I was going.

"I mean, you really want to live a little on the wild side of sex. And I have been more conservative. I'm sorry that you weren't satisfied, but we just have to face it. I, on the other hand have missed the more romantic, soft caressing side of sex, all the foreplay and romance, right?"

".. aw, Charly, we have good …"

"No, David, no, let's be honest now. This is a time for honesty. OK? Listen, I do have an idea. Just think about it. I can't live if we don't get back to being equal, you know that. As long as you have had this affair, and perhaps others, perhaps more to come in the future. I would always be feeling I was just being used. Don't you see?"

"No, Charly, no …" I held my hand up and went on.

"Well, I have to allow for that possibility, David. Be fair. So, I have thought of a whole range of possibilities. The other day I read that Lewis and Clark .."

"Wait. What? Lewis and Clark?"

"Yes, dear. They were offered the wives of Indian chiefs for bed partners while they were visiting. The chiefs thought they would get some of the visitors' powers by sharing the same woman. When the explorers declined, the wives actually felt insulted and disappointed. They LIKED IT!"

"Lewis and Clark? You were reading .. and you .. What?" He couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, that's right. That's my compromise. You have a lot of visitors from overseas. I like some of them, very much. They seem to like me, too. I find them sexually attractive. So, I want you to give me to them, .. when they visit."

David looked at me as if he thought he was dreaming. He got up and took my glass and returned with a second drink. He stared off into the corner of the ceiling.

"What?" he said, slumping unhappily in his chair. Are you nuts?"

"I don't think so. You had Joyce. You thought that was pretty much OK. But, I don't want to sneak around in the back yard." I realized that I was punching a little low, but he doesn't deserve the Arch Bishop of Queensbury rules, or whatever that is.

"Charlotte, I can't believe you are really suggesting what you are suggesting. How can you even suggest such a thing?" David's eyes were wide with astonishment.

"Well, we both get what we want. We both deserve what we can get out of life. I will get my romancing a time or two a month. The rest of the time we spend just as we do now. We both get what we want and need. What do you think? David, I don't blame you for wanting what you want, I really do understand. You should understand that I really crave the old fashioned loving and foreplay and, yes, good sex too. I think I can have that with men who are here from time to time, but far enough away to not cause trouble between us. I want you to be a part of it, so that we are not sneaking around."

"I don't fucking believe what I am hearing!"

"Think about it, David. 

"How the hell could that possibly work. For Christ sake!"

"Is it any less sensible than what some goddam lawyer is going to suggest? Or some nutcase marriage counselor?"

"Charlotte, you're serious, .. aren't you?" he looked long and hard at me. He was struggling for another way out. Perhaps he thought it was a trick.

"I'm willing to try it out. It is possible, just possible, that it could work." I assured him that I had thoroughly thought it through.

"How? …" He threw up his hands, looking slightly defeated.

"Look, you told me that Jacques is visiting next week. We will have him over for dinner, right? He will be charming. He will make eyes at me and tell me that I am beautiful. Just like always. Right?"

"Yes, sure, you know he likes you."

"Right. Maybe he even desires me? Lusts for me, even. Stranger things have happened?"

"Come on, yes, of course, he is turned on by you. So am I! But he would never.. nahhh, he would never .."

"Well, maybe not, but, .. if we, WE, that is, explain the situation. He might. Right?"

"Good grief, you're serious. This is crazy Charly." 

I noticed he had gone back to calling me Charly. Charlotte was only for terrifyingly serious discussions.

"We will explain it early in the evening. The three of us will have dinner, nice conversation, excellent wine. We will flirt with each other, like always. It will be lovely."

"But, Charly!"

"No 'buts', David. It will work nicely. Our bedroom is right across from that little 'maid's room'. The children are upstairs; clear at the other end of the house. So, we have our nice sensual dinner and then say our good nights. Then we walk down the hall together. The only difference is that Jacques comes to bed with me and you, dear David, sleep in the Maid's room."

David was thunderstruck at how detailed my plan was.

"How long have you been planning this? Kee-rist!" he said.

"Well, about three days. Admit it, it's a good plan."

David just hung his head and shook it back and forth. "Charly, you are a piece of work, you know that?" He was afraid to grin or laugh, but I knew he wanted to grin very much.

"And then, when other foreigners come to town we will do the same thing. If I like them, and the 'dinner date' goes well, I will just give a signal and it becomes 'my night out'. OK?"

"Charly, .. we should really try to work this out some other way …"

"I have worked it out, David." I said.

"Yeah, but …" he said.

"Do you agree?"

"Charly, are these the two choices, then?" He knew that it would be hard to talk me out of something I had thought through.

"I don't really see any other choices that I think I can live with, David."

He looked long and hard at me. For minutes, we stared into each other's eyes.

At last, with a long sigh, David said: "Charly, I wouldn't break up what we have for anything. You know that. If you think this is what you want, I will try to be happy and make you happy, too. I will try it. That's all I can say. I will try it. Good grief! How the hell do I explain this to these visitors?"

"We'll work that out. Next week with Jacques, we'll try it out. Do you want to tell him first? Or shall I?"

"I .. I will, .. I guess." He muttered. He was frowning.

David:

I had a few days to figure some way of explaining this to our friend Jacques. On Wednesday, he arrived from Paris and I picked him up at the airport. He is a good looking devil. Those dark, flashing brown eyes, a beard, nattily dressed, in trim shape. 

"Daaveed, my old friend; 'ou are you? Well, I hope!"

"Yes, great, good to see you Jacques. How's business?"

We settled into a comfortable corner booth in the Hilton bar and started renewing our friendship. We discussed the purposes of his visit and I assured him of all the appointments I had made for him.

Having agreed that we were all set for the visit, Jacques pulled out two cigars and offered one to me. 

"Cuban! Contraband! He said triumphantly. You don't do business with the bastards, do you?" 

"No." But I took the cigar anyway and we swathed ourselves in a cloud of dense blue smoke.

"Daaveed. You look … 'ou shall I say it? .. a little troubled? What's wrong."

Old friends see through you this way.

"Well, funny you should ask." I smiled weakly, looking down into by drink. After a deep breath, I explained Charly's plan in detail. Jacques listened, his eyes wide at times, and at other times staring off into space.

"Well, what do you think Jacques? Believe me, I will understand if you tell me I am crazy and don't want anything to do with it."

"Mon dieu! My friend. Mon Dieu! You know that I love Charly, your wonderful wife. I have nevair made any secret. But, Mon Dieu!"

"Yes. A little shocking." I said.

"Well, no, I mean, well really, every one does things. It is so like Charly to be completely honest, though. Yes? Mon Dieu! But, oh my dear! She is wonderful." Jacques' laugh was one of all-encompassing delight. 

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

"And you want this .. uh 'arrangement', .. my friend?" he said. "You are OK with it?"

I paused a moment, gulping quietly. "Yes," I said, at last.

"Then, I cannot, in all conscience refuse, can I? And with pleasure! Will you 'promeese' my friend, that you will tell me if ever it is not what you want? I would never .. you know."

"Yes, sure, Jacques. Thanks for understanding."

Charly:

I went shopping for new underwear, of course. Victoria's Secret had such a selection that it took a while. I lingered with pleasure and anticipation over the racks of panties and bras. Only the best stockings would do for this date with a new lover. I went to Marshall Field and found deliciously silky feeling, seamed nylons by Givenchy. The were black and wonderfully sheer. They would be like wearing a cloud. It was great fun.

I decided to make rack of lamb for our date night, since the one last Friday night had gone cold while we had our talk. David had lost his appetite, understandably, and so had I.

Jacques and David arrived, David looking a little bit strained. But Jacques was his bouncy, charming self. He held both my hands and leaned close to kiss me and then looked into my eyes before squeezing my hands affectionately. 

"I am so delighted to see you again, my dear, Charlotte!"

His eyes always captivated me, and he could sweep me off his feet with his lively conversation and his constant attention. When David went for drinks, he turned to me and spoke to me quietly.

"Mon dieu, you look so lovely tonight. I think I understand what you are going through, Charlotte." The Europeans are usually very direct about things. And this was direct enough. Just the right thing, I thought. At least for me it was.

It didn't seem that Jacques was uncomfortable at all, so he was probably being a good actor. My heart was in my throat to tell the truth. After all, I was about to make love to another man with my husband in the very next room. That is a little mind-boggling under normal situations. 

But, I was determined to see it through. And, of course, I ike Jacques very much. That would make it much more natural, I told myself.

Dinner was pretty good. Jacques helped out, as usual, by doing the sauce in his own special way. Like most Frenchmen, he proclaims himself a great cook, and by the way, he does seem to know his way around the kitchen.

Jacques had brought French wine from his home region, always a special treat because you can't buy it here.

"Oh Jacgues, you remembered! Thank you for brining the wine." I murmured as I tasted the wine and looked across at him over the rim of the polished crystal g lass.

"But of course, my dear. But of course! It's lovely, no?"

While there was a little bit of tension in the air at first, it slowly diminished as the wine disappeared. It became similar to other happy three-way conversations we had enjoyed in the past. I slipped a toe across to fondle Jacques' ankle as we laughed about a reminiscence of a dinner in Paris and at almost the same moment I felt David's foot touch my other leg. I sat happily in touch with two of my favorite people in the world. How could I ask for a nicer evening?

We became pleasantly drunk with the wine and the conversation. It was lovely in the candlelight. David brought a small glass of brandy for each of us and I felt a tiny bit of tension creep into my loins, knowing that we would soon meet that decision point of which room we would each go into for the night. My panties were wet from the erotic aspect of the evening; Playing footsie under the table with two attractive men.

"Well," I said, a little too brightly. Shall we?"

The men stood up and David took my chair. I walked toward the hallway as David turned out the lights behind us.

We stopped in the hallway lighted only by the warm glow of a lamp I had left on in my room.

"You OK, Charly?" David looked somberly into my eyes.

I glanced at Jacques whose eyes were on me too.

"Yes, yes, I think so. 'Night!'" 

I kissed David good night and then slipped into my bedroom, my hand trailing behind to reassure Jacques to follow. I saw him touch David's shoulder in a brotherly way as he passed. 

The door closed behind us and we were alone. Alone in my bedroom, with someone who isn't my husband, I thought. You would have to experience it to know how the electricity affects you. Add the fact that my husband was right next door and you can understand that my knees were a little weak.




A Compromise Ch. 08



I turned toward Jacques and took his hands in mine. We smiled into each other's arms and my lips found his, reaching slowly and tentatively for his kiss. His lips were soft, and searched gently against my own. His hands slipped along my arms and he held me like that, nuzzling my lips. I answered him by slipping the tip of my tongue out to meet his. We dueled gently. It really was like old friends. Familiar, but not deeply familiar. We tasted each other. Each thinking "so that is what my friend tastes like."

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Yes?"

"I brought another brandy. Interested?"

I couldn't refuse, it would have been cruel. I nodded to Jacques to take it.

David handed in a tray with two large snifters of brandy. I pushed the lock on the door. That sounds awful, I guess, but, really, I am still a very private person.

I lead Jacque to the little table in the alcove. There was a candlestick there and I lighted it before turning off the lamp. The love seat in the bay window invited us. I sat down, turning slightly toward Jacques.

"Nice." He said quietly. "Lovely dinner, lovely wine, beautiful woman,.. charming woman. Ou la la…. How could there be more?"

I took his hand and let our joined hands lay on my knee. I turned it over so that his hand was against the silky nylon and moved it so he was stroking my knee. Our lips met again and I tasted the brandy and felt Jacques take over the stroking of my knee. 

His tongue was deeper in my mouth now, becoming more aggressive, or seeking more pleasure. And finding it. The electricity of the kiss was delicious in my stomach and then reached between my legs with an enduring tingling sensation. It brought more moisture to my panties.

We relaxed in the seat, glancing at the moon, kissing more. My knee was against his now and his hand was warm on my thigh, under my skirt. I moved it a little higher and felt his fingertips slide over the bare thigh above my stocking. Jacques' hand was squeezing my thigh gently, fondling the nylon, fondling me. Our kiss deepened, our tongues deep in each other's mouth and playing against each other. Jacques pulled me closer and I felt his hand unbuttoning the dress between my breasts. 

The candlelight cast a warm glow over my sheer bra. There was a little circle of flowers around the nipple; nipples that were now jabbing boldly against the fabric. Jacques' eyes were devouring me as he buttoned more and more of the dress. It was open now so that my garter belt and it's red rosebud decoration showed just above the elastic of my black panties. I realized I was preening for him, proud of the way I looked. It felt good.

The panties were sheer and tight across my tummy. His hand wedged against my mound struggling with the button there. He forgot the button for a moment and I felt the pleasure of his fingers flat against my mound. I could tell that he was touching lightly, so he could feel my curly bush under the panty. It tickled slightly and the electric thrill continued to roam between my legs.

"Oh, Jacques."

"Yes, Charly. Yesss .." he whispered in my ear.

"Dinner was so lovely. I am so glad you are here." I told him.

"Yes, Charly, you are so divine. So lovely."

I unbuttoned the rest of the dress and sat before him in panties, bra and nylons as sheer as gossamer and as soft as an early morning fog. His hand slipped between my legs and I opened to him, feeling his full hand cup my mound for the first time. It was warm and reassuring. He squeezed my pussy and pressed the moist panty between my lips in a caress both sensual and delicious. 

"Is this OK Charly, darling?"

"Yes." I breathed heavily into his ear as his finger found my clitoris and made me shiver from head to toe.

"More." I whispered.

The finger found its way past the elastic of my panties. I could feel how much moisture he found there. It was like heavy cream and a lot of it. I hoped it was OK with him, that he wasn't turned off by how sopping wet my pussy was.

He stood up and moved the table further from the loveseat. His hands were a soft caress on my ankles as he turned me so that I was seated in the middle of the seat as if on a throne. 

Jacques knelt before me and parted my legs. 

"You don't have to do that, Jacques. Unless .. unless you want .. to." 

It isn't that David refused to do this for me, but it was a sometime thing with him and to be honest, he wasn't good at it. I wasn't used to oral being a big part of sex. I liked it, but I thought men didn't like doing it.

Jacues parted my legs and I felt his lips pressed against my pussy. Against the wet crotch of my panties. He was breathing through the fabric, leaving a wet warm circle wherever he. Slowly, slowly he moved down one and up the other side of my tingling pussy.

I slipped my hands to his head, just following the motion as he explored between my legs. 

I was aware of his beard. It was new and strange to me, but not scratchy. It felt gentle and soft against my thighs. I helped by holding my panties aside to let his tongue touch my delicate flesh. His tongue parted my pussy lips and I felt like he had opened the door of a furnace. I wondered why the heat wasn't scorching him, I felt so warm at that moment.

His tongue found my clitoris and I clutched his head. I held him still, but his tongue kept moving in delicious circles, and then he sucked my clitoris into his mouth, bringing me right out of my soul. No one had made my pussy feel like this before.

The moon outside was full and high in the sky, filling the room with that lovely gray moon light. I lay back on the loveseat, my dress open, a French lover between my legs. I twisted and pinched my nipples, languishing in the pleasure of being wonderfully courted.

He raised my legs higher, placing my feet over his shoulders, and then slipped his hands under the cheeks of my bottom and lifted me to the edge of the seat. Jacques slipped my panties aside and his tongue was alive in the slit of my pussy. Into my vagina he squirreled; then full of my juices, he soothed the span between my vagina and my clitoris and circled it. Again and again, his lips kissed their way along my wide spread pussy. I could feel the detail of his lips against my moist, sensitive skin. 

I felt open, totally exposed; I felt beautifully wanton as he devoured me. 

I felt his tongue deep inside me and his nose nuzzling the thatch of hair at my mound. His tongue thrilled me as my heels pressed against his back urging him tighter against me. I felt my body stiffen, tremble, and then a huge orgasm shuddered through my body. Over and over I spasmed around the center point he was making with his mouth. I had never in my life, cum so violently, so exquisitely.

I sat up and pulled him up into my arms. I pressed my lips against his pussy soaked beard. His body was large between my legs and I had another mini orgasm as the bulge of his cock pressed against my wet panties. 

"Come, my dear." Jacques said softly, lifting me from the seat.

He carried me to my bed. Once again, I had that twinge of strangeness, but I went willingly to let someone other than my husband take me in my marriage bed.

I had turned down the bed earlier as I dressed for this moment. I started to take off my shoes.

"Leave them." He said, his voice hoarse and tense. " I want you just as you are. Beautiful, sexy, lovely! Tre's Belle, ma cheri. Je vous adore!"

I felt like a queen lying there in the center of the bed, my lingerie sleek and chic, but the high heels screamed 'tramp!' 

I watched as Jacques tore at his clothes, eager to join me. He was trim and athletic and had nice black hair on his chest. His nipples were taut and jutted out in excitement. He was wearing what we call French underpants, skimpy and tight around his cock and balls. His jutting cock resisted his efforts to take them off.

"Leave them!" I said quickly just as his lovely cock sprang out. 

Jacques grinned widely and slipped the little garment back over his cock.

Our laughter eased the tension. Jacques slipped his arms around me and I happily slipped close against his hairy chest. His hand slipped into my bra cup and it felt lovely having it surrounding my bare breast, pressed tight by the bra cup.

I felt his hard cock against my hand and encircled it. The underpants were a very fine cotton material and felt wonderfully manly but erotic. His cock was warm and I pressed the length of my hand along it, flattening it against his stomach. I felt the tip of it slip above the elastic and my wrist fondled the wet tip.

"Oh, Jacques, .. this feels so good. So right. We have been friends for so long. And now .. voila'!'"

"Indeed." He muttered. voila', indeed, dear Charlotte. At last the ultimate intimacy?"

"Yes." I whispered against his ear. 

I took his cock out and pressed it into the wet slit between my legs. Jacques pushed forward and I felt it slip between my thighs, long and lean against my wet panties.

"You are lovely there, Charlotte, my love."

I squeezed his cock in answer and he pressed closer. His hands slipped over my bottom caressing me through the nylon of my panties. His fingers caressed across both cheeks and another tickling sensation streamed between my legs.

We kissed and I tasted my pussy on his beard.

"Take my panties off?" I whispered in the shimmering light of the candle slowly burning down across the room.

"No, dear, I like you this way

"Jacques?"

"Yes?" another kiss against my ear lobe made me quiver.

"Do you want me?"

"Oh, Mon dieu, my darling. Oui! Come to me."

I tore at his underpants urgently. His cock swung and bobbed before my eyes as I ripped at his last garment and flung it across the room. 

Jacques was like a madman now, grasping my sheer panties and trying to tear them off my body. They fabric resisted and I giggled at his excitement as he yanked back and forth. He had to give up and slip them off my legs. He looked into my eyes and pressed the panty to his lips inhaling my scent from the damp garment.

Jacques knelt between my legs, his hands on my stockinged knees. I held out my arms and he lunged forward. He lay between my legs, his cock lying along the length of my pussy lips. He closed his eyes in pleasure as the heat of his cock bathed in my juices.

Jacques raised himself again and I guided his cock down the wet path to my vagina. I thrust my hips toward him and swallowed his nice warm cock. With a long low moan, he slipped smoothly into me. It pushed its way down the length of my vagina, spreading me, filling me, warming me. Another orgasm, smaller, gentler this time, like a warm firm vibration coursed through my tummy.

I cried out with pleasure. 

I watched his eyes as he enjoyed my body. Thrusting in and out as I tilted my hips to grasp him, his dick explored my tunnel. I watched as beads of sweat poured from his forehead, as he forced himself deeper to pleasure both of us. 

Suddenly, he tensed and I felt a great gushing warmth spread as he came deep inside me.

"Cum, Jacques. Cum for me." I whispered hoarsely, watching his face contort with pleasure. 

As his second spurt came, another orgasm shook my body. I felt my arms thrash against the bed sheet and my toes point high in the air over Jacques body as he collapsed between my legs.

Jacques rolled off me, exhausted. His hand covered my mound as we lay there recovering from our passion. 

"You are a wonderful lover, my dear." He whispered in my ear.

"Oh, Jacques! .. you, too, my dear friend.