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Adam's Journey Pt. 01

By: stormdog



I really couldn't believe it was happening. Even now, looking back from the vantage point of several months gone by, it seems kind of surreal. Except it did happen, and the situation continues to evolve and get more strange. 

But that first time, on the boat at Lake Powell, it was like I was looking at two other people from a distance, through a soft-focus filter or some weird thing. I just couldn't get my head around it, but the alcohol was probably partly responsible.

She was naked, obviously extremely aroused, and moaning softly as she sucked on my cock. I had tried to fight her off, I really had, but she had teased me all day, showing ever more of her body, brushing against me in the narrow passageways on the boat, bending to flash her pussy at me, rubbing the tanning lotion on real slow and making her large nipples stiffen. I had been in a state of hyper-arousal since early afternoon, and she knew it, so when she began to grope me my defenses were already weakened.

Kori and Ron were my best friends though, and had been since I'd bought the house next to theirs almost 8 years ago. We had spent countless hours together and had vacationed together before, and had in fact taken a houseboat trip at Lake Mead last summer along with another couple and my fiance Kristi.

Sure, on that trip there was some sexual tension and a lot of flirting and sexual jokes, and at times the double-entendre and sexual innuendo seemed almost non-stop, but nothing ever really happened. The ladies would go topless, and we would occasionally skinny-dip in the moonlight, but it was all pretty innocent.

We had such a great time on that trip that we all decided to repeat it this year, but it had turned into a complete fiasco. The other couple, Wendy and John, had cancelled at the last minute because of a death in the family, and we couldn't get our money back, and then Kristi threw another monkeywrench in the works that I will go into more later, and it wound up being just Ron, Kori, and me.

I had tried to beg off too, willing to forfeit my share of the payment, but Ron and Kori had worked me over and convinced me to come, insisting that I needed to relax and get away, and that it wouldn't be any fun for the 2 of them rattling around on that enormous boat.

I'm Adam by the way, and now I was about to be the sleazeball that was screwing his best friend's wife. We were on the main deck, in the combined living room/galley/main helm area, while Ron was at the second helm on the upper deck, guiding us into a narrow bay where we intended to anchor for the night. In other words, he was about 8' above us and about 10' forward, and his wife had my cock in her mouth. 

"Kori, honey, we can't do this, are you crazy? I can't do this to Ron, and you shouldn't either." I tried again to push her away, but she had my balls in one hand and the other wrapped around the root of my cock, and showed no sign of letting go.

"No Adam, Ron won't care, I promise! He's OK with it, he's the one that first told me about how big you are and teased me about screwing you. And now I'm so damn horny! God, your cock must be a foot long!"

I didn't believe her about Ron going along with this, not for a second, although I could see him telling her that I was hung. He's not, and is in fact quite small, something I know from the locker room after our raquetball and golf games, and at the fitness center. While I hang at about 6 to 7 fairly thick inches flaccid, he looks like an acorn nestled in a bed of brown grass. I had never seen him erect, but I couldn't imagine that it could get very large.

And while I'm not a foot long as Kori said, I do get to a very thick 10" when erect. Ron joked about it, and about the disparity in our sizes, so I figured it didn't really bother him. He even wormed out of me that my nickname in high school had been Mule, and occasionally called me that, which is no doubt how Kori had known.

When I had developed fairly suddenly from a tiny little boy dick at age 12 to this enormous schlong on my skinny little body by age 13 it had been the source of enormous embarassment in gym classes, and I had once been badly humiliated over it by a bitch bull-dyke gym teacher, but that's another story. I had been very self conscious about it, and had worked up a whole list of fake reasons I could give when some girl asked why my friends called me Mule. I had taken to wearing a jock even under my street clothes, and especially in swim class under my suit.

Now it's not much of a factor to me one way or the other. I mean my body has grown into it, and of course I'd rather be well-endowed than under-endowed, but it's just genetics, luck of the draw. I hadn't done anything special to earn it, so I didn't get wrapped up in false pride about it either. It's like blue eyes or brown hair, it's just something that's part of you.

But now my best friend's wife had my cock in her mouth, she wanted to fuck me and wouldn't take no for an answer, and I could hear the engines throttling back as Ron guided us into a good stopping place for the night. This trip had started as a disaster, and it just keeps on getting better.

Adam's Journey Pt. 02



The trip would have fallen apart, and should have, when Kristi and I broke up about 2 weeks before we were to leave. At that point, with John and Wendy already out of the picture, we could have thrown ourselves on the mercy of the folks at the marina and taken whatever they would give us back. We'd be out thousands, but oh well. Ron and Kori finally convinced me to go along with them, saying I needed it, and they did have that huge boat.

Kori was sure that I would give in and get back together with Kristi and that we would both wind up going along, and spent hours trying to talk me into it, but there was no way. Not after what she had done.

Kristi and I had been introduced by a mutual friend about 18 months earlier, and had immediately known we were meant for each other. It was one of those blind dates that you dread, but the rare one that really works out great. As soon as I laid eyes on her I was caught by her beauty, the long, softly wavy honey blonde hair, sparkling blue-green eyes, full lips that always seemed to be smiling, and her long, lean 28 year old, 5'9" body. She was athletic, and looked it. Smallish, firm perfect breasts, flat tummy, tight little round tush and strong, lean legs that reached all the way from her ass to the ground. Which was quite a distance.

It seemed like that whole first night passed in a haze of laughter, dancing, a few drinks, more laughter, her pressing herself against me on the dance floor, and a long, lingering kiss goodnight when I drove her home. Six hours had gone by in a heartbeat, and I was happier than I had been in a very long time when she agreed to go out with me again the next night. We made a nice looking couple I think, me at 6'3" and about 200 pounds and only slightly older than her at 31, but I knew whenever we went out all eyes would be on her, which was fine by me.

I was certainly much happier than I had been in the final year or so of my first marriage, or since it had ended a couple years ago. Kristi was also once-divorced, and we had spent a few moments running down a list of our first mates multiple faults before we got off that subject, swearing never to return. We had gone out every night for 5 days straight, and then I had to return to the job site in Wyoming. I'm a geological engineer of sorts, and have been working on a small oil shale research project in central Wyoming for the last several years. (Now it's getting crazy again, with $4.00 gas!) The job is 9 straight days, 12 hours on and 12 off and then 5 days off in a 2 week cycle, and when on the job we stay in trailers on-site because the site is pretty much in the middle of nowhere and commuting back and forth (to anywhere!) daily would eat up far too much of our time. It's kind of a rugged schedule, but you adjust, and it really worked well for me. Until now. Now I was out in the boonies for 9 days, and Kristi was 350 miles away in Denver, and I couldn't stop thinking or talking about her. I know I drove the other guys nuts with my constant puppy love drivel, but I didn't care.

When my next endless 9-day cycle drew to a close, I set new speed records getting back to Denver, fortunately avoiding the Highway Patrol of both states, and after getting cleaned up met Kristi for a nice dinner and bottle or 2 of wine. I was relieved to find out that she was everything I expected and more, the time and distance had not skewed my judgement, and that night we made love for the first time.

OH MY GOD! We absolutely rocked each other's worlds! She was more beautiful than I could have imagined, her body spectacular, taut, warm and smooth. I could spend a lifetime exploring her and never become bored, her tight arms and strong shoulders, firm tits with nipples that pop out at even the slightest bit of arousal, flat muscular tummy with just the tiniest patch of hair where it meets her thighs, and those long legs that can wrap around me and hold me deep inside her as she squeezes my cock in her tight, slick pussy. And that pussy! Well, I could wax poetic for awhile on that topic, but suffice to say that it is perfect, tight and beautiful, and wet and ready at a moments notice, and I was to become very intimately acquainted with it over the coming months.

For her part, she was very eager and horny, and was thrilled to discover that I was quite well endowed. She seemed to love fondling and sucking me, and would, in the coming months, do so almost anytime or anywhere. In that 5 day span we spent very little time with clothes on, once or twice to run to the store for food, or to go to a restaurant, (The pizza delivery guy got a little peek as part of his tip) and I lost count of how many times we made love. It almost seemed like a constant thing, either I was in her, or we were fondling each other, or one (or both) of us was performing oral sex on the other. Every time my lips or tongue would touch her wet pussy I would get an almost instant erection, even if I had just cum moments before. She smelled and tasted so good, and the sounds she would make when my tongue would flick at her hard little clit would always inspire more wood, no matter. Once, right after I had cum a huge load deep inside of her, I slid down her body and buried my face in her wet, steamy pussy, using my tongue in long slow strokes to lap at her swollen lips and hard bud, pushing my tongue into her stretched opening and lapping up my own load. She came hard, and then again, and again, and I continued to give her sweet pussy a long slow tongue massage for the next 15 to 20 minutes. She was begging me to stop, cumming, then begging me to stop and cumming again, but the whole time she was gripping my hair and holding my face tight to her, so I know she really didn't want me to stop.

Finally I moved back over her and pushed my cock, which I don't think had ever gone down after my last ejaculation, back inside her, driving it balls-deep into her wet heat. She cried out and arched her back, pushing herself against me to get every bit inside, and we both came hard as she ground her pubic bone against the base of my hard shaft, a new load inside her to replace the one I had just swallowed. We collapsed and slept for 2 hours after that, and when I woke up she was propped up on one elbow looking down at me, and she looked tousled, well-fucked and gorgeous. "God Adam, I've never cum like that before. Nobody has ever done what you did, that was so hot and so nasty. I loved it. I love you." This startled and shocked me, but I quickly realized I felt the same. "Well, good, because I love you too. I feel like you are what's been missing all my life." Which was true, I realized. Then she cried, and I might have even teared up just a little, and then our partings became even harder.

This became our pattern, the heart-breaking parting after every 5 day homestand, the interminable 9 days apart, the rush of heat and passion when we got back together, as much love and sex as we could jam into 5 days, then apart again. After a few months I convinced her to give up her apartment when the lease was up and move into my house, and about 7 and a half months prior to our planned Lake Powell trip I had come home with a ring and, nervous as a teenager, popped the question. To my joy she said yes, and that is where we were when everything fell apart, still engaged but no date set for a wedding. When she had moved into my house Ron and Kori, my neighbors and friends, had accepted her instantly, and the bond had grown strong between all of us since. They had never been crazy about my first wife, Lisa, nor she about them. Lisa was very self-centered and critical of others, and did not form friendships easily. Lisa is a good looking woman, and I'm sure she has some other positive attributes, but I can't think of any right now. Wait - she made really good brownies! I like to be able to say nice things about people. Anyhow, she's gone and best forgotten. I remember the first time Ron and I had played golf after he met Kristi:

"So, Mule, apart from the obvious, what does this gorgeous woman see in you, do you suppose?"

"Thanks buddy, I appreciate your confidence. I'm not really sure myself, but whatever it is I hope she never wises up."

"She really is incredible, all that beauty and smart and sweet too! How's the sex?"

"Hey, you know me, I'm not one to kiss and tell. Fortunately for you, I am one to fuck and tell. It's incredible man, just fucking incredible. I mean, I'm 31 years old but with her I can go all night. I just can't get enough of her and she seems to feel the same about me. She is just so hot, and not at all shy about telling me what she wants or what feels good. I love that!"

"Sounds great. Do you think it's the real thing, or are you both just in it for the sex?"

I thought about that for a few seconds. "No, I'm sure it's for real. I think I really, really love this woman." I was a little shocked to realize how much, after only knowing her for a month. I hadn't expected to feel this way again after my marriage had failed.

"Hey now, don't get a squishy on me, tell me about the sex. Does she like your big ol' horse cock?"

I laughed at him. "Jesus man, has anyone ever told you you're a pig?"

"Yeah, all the time. So does she?"

"OK, yeah, she sure seems to. It didn't scare her at all, she can take the whole thing inside, she can almost take it all into her mouth and throat, and she's very much into multiple orgasms. Enough information? Oh, and she swallows. OK?"

"Hey, don't get mad at me, us little-dicked guys have to live vicariously through porn stars unless we're lucky enough to have a well hung best buddy that will share his experiences with us. OK, best buddy?"

I could only shake my head. "Man, you're an ass."

"You know Kori would love to have a shot at you, don't you? She's probably disappointed you found someone, she'd trade my little nubbin for a ride on your pole in a second, but now you're getting all you can handle. Too sad for Kori!"

"Knock it off Ron, don't say shit like that, you know she loves you."

"Of course she does, that's not the point."

By then we had arrived at the next tee box and the conversation shifted. I never did get to ask him what the point was.



Adam's Journey Pt. 03



 (FYI, this is a long and involved FANTASY story.)

Looking back, I guess that comment should have sent up a red flag for me, but I was pretty used to Ron saying some weird things. He's just one of those guys that is very open and genuine, there is nothing about himself he won't tell you if you ask or he feels like it, but on that occasion I failed to ask.

Ron is one of those guys that has 'made it', and done it on his own wits and will, and at his own risk. When I bought my house and met Ron and Kori it was an instant, natural friendship. They are both just so down to earth and caring that we clicked, as they do with many people, but when it became evident that Ron and I were to become good friends, I became comfortable enough to ask him what he does for a living.

It was obvious that he had done well, his home is easily twice the size of my 3,400 sq.ft. place and much more opulent with pool and poolhouse, beautiful landscaping, 4 car garage, the works. It looked like our homes should be in two different neighborhoods. 

When I asked him about his work, he said "Well, I guess some people would describe me as a professional vulture. I prefer to think of myself as a 'distressed merchandise trader'."

I had no clue what that meant, so I asked for an explanation.

"I'm the guy that shows up, cash in hand, when somebody gets in trouble and has to part with some of their belongings to avoid bank repos, pay legal bills, settle a divorce, whatever. If they have something that I can pick up low and sell high, we do business. It helps them out, and makes me gobs of money."

I had a hunch that some of his clients didn't feel so blessed, but then again Ron can turn salt into sugar or sell sand to an Arab, so he probably left them feeling pretty good about their deal.

It turns out he had started doing this in a small way in college, bailing out friends, acting as, more or less, their personal pawn shop. As it began to grow and he recognized the potential he moved beyond buying stereos, computers, bikes, and musical instruments, and as he accumulated more cash he continued to reinvest it and move up-market, to cars, motorcycles, and larger items.

Along the way he cultivated a cadre of loan officers, car dealers, lawyers, etc that fed him tips, and he in turn directed a little cash or a favor their way. When I met him he had graduated to big ticket items: private planes, exotic cars, the occasional helicopter, boats, fine jewelry, art works - anything he could turn for a fast profit, and he was now a millionaire several times over. He took a lot of risk, but he knew his stuff and rarely guessed wrong.

Recently I had travelled with him to Bellingham, WA to look at a yacht that had become available there due to someone's personal financial reversal. He bought it, cash on the barrelhead, spent $25,000 getting it repaired and detailed and having a crew sail it to Marina Del Rey in California, and in less than a month sold it for almost $140,000 more than he had invested in it. A tidy profit for a little research and a few phone calls.

I know it's not that easy, but he made it seem so. The point to all this is that he never let success go to his head. There was no pretense to him, and he would still rather slam a few beers on a houseboat with his best friends than sip champagne at some posh resort, and Kori was just like him. They completely doted on each other.

I was thrilled when Kristi hit it off so well with them, and they were very happy for me when they saw how perfect she and I were together. Of course, that didn't stop Ron from hitting on her at every opportunity, but she took it with grace and humor, and I knew he was only half serious. Or less.

The bond between Kristi and them, as well as between Kristi and the other couple, John and Wendy, was really cemented when we all took that trip to Lake Mead last year.

I do pretty well in my line of work, but John and Wendy were a little concerned about the expense. We looked at all the websites and settled on a 54 foot boat that rented for around $6,000 for the week. Split 3 ways that wasn't too bad.

Ron, of course, wouldn't hear of it. He had to have the big luxury 70 footer that sleeps 12 (for the 6 of us) and has all the amenities, including a hot tub/spa on deck. Of course, it cost well over $10,000 for the week. Much as we objected, he insisted on paying for well over half the cost, and wound up buying most of the food and booze as well. As he told all of us, in order to shut us up, "If I can't blow a little money having fun with the most important people in my life, what the hell is it good for?" 

We knew he really meant every word, and were very touched. No more was ever said, and we went and had a blast. The bigger boat was great, and the hot tub was much appreciated. He had reserved a very similar boat at Lake Powell for this year, and we were all looking forward to the trip.

I was back up at my jobsite, just a little over 3 weeks before we were to join John and Wendy and head down to Lake Powell to meet up with Ron and Kori. They had rented the boat at Wahweap for 10 days this time, and were going to tool around by themselves for a couple days and then come to the marina at Bullfrog and pick up the rest of us for the remainder of the time. They only rented the bigger boats at Wahweap, but Bullfrog is about 2 or 3 less hours drive from Denver, so this was our plan.

When I got a personal call at the site, I knew it couldn't be anything good. I didn't know that it would be the beginning of the slide into a personal hell.

There is absolutely no cell phone signal out there, and nobody would be crazy enough to run a land line, so all we had was satellite phones (very expensive), and shortwave radio. It was understood that calls were pretty much for emergencies only. When I got on it was Kristi.

"Hi, Adam?"

"Yeah hon', it's me. What's going on?"

"Pretty horrible news. Wendy's dad died last night."

I had met her dad. Neat guy. Tough old bird, the greatest generation personified. "Oh man, that is bad news. Hey wait, I thought her mom was the sickly one."

"Yeah, she is. Her dad has been taking care of her for a couple of years now. He was strong as a horse, never sick a day. He was the rock, you know, but he had a massive coronary and died on the spot. They are all pretty devastated right now."

I knew they would be. Wendy's family is very close, and she loved her dad dearly. "Are they going back? Indiana, isn't it? What are they going to do about her mom?"

"Yeah, Ron already got one of his pilot buddies that owed him a favor to fly them back on his Lear. Muncie area. All at Ron's expense of course. They are still so in shock I don't even think they realized what was happening when we piled them into the plane. I know they haven't thought about her mom yet." 

"Boy, that's tough. I really feel for them. Good of Ron to take charge. What can we do for them, anything?"

"Well, I'm watching their cat and watering the plants for them, getting their mail and paper, stuff like that. Right now the extended family is helping with her mom, but you know how that goes."

She was right, I did know. Pretty soon they would be left on their own with full responsibility. "Well, if you talk to them let them know I'm thinking about them, and for now get some nice flowers ordered and make a good contribution to whatever charity they favor in her dad's name for me, OK? Hey listen, I have to go. I'll see you in a few days. Love you."

"Adam wait. Are you there?"

"Yup, still here."

"They cancelled out on the trip, they don't think they will be back by then with having to make arrangements for her mom and settling the estate and all. Plus they didn't think they'd feel much like having fun. Ron's such a sweetie, he forced them to take their money back. He knew they could use it."

"Oh, that's too bad, the trip might have been good for them, but I understand. I'll give Ron another couple thousand, it's no big deal. Are you OK with just the 4 of us going? Is that the new plan?"

"That's it, and of course I'm fine with it. I can't wait to see you."

"Me too. One more trip home, 9 more endless days here, and we're off to the lake. We'll sure miss Wendy and John, but it will be fun. See you in a few days. Be good!"

"I will. Love you. Bye"

I'm glad I didn't know then that that last bit was a lie.



Adam's Journey Pt. 04



Part 04

I thought a lot about Wendy and John that day, Wendy especially, and wished there was something more we could do for them. There rarely is in these situations except to pitch in where you can, tell them that you're thinking of them, and include them in your prayers.

I tried to immerse myself in my work and put their tragedy out of my head. That turned out to be necessary, because we'd been battling a bad hydraulic seal on a piece of equipment that we very much needed to keep running, and it was getting worse. We'd been waiting for a replacement which was being FedEx'ed to Rock Springs and then messengered out to us.

We had "custom engineered" it for the 5th or 6th time and had it working OK, when our main generator blew. And I mean blew, loud bang, sparks, black smoke, the works. We knew we were done, and had some expensive downtime ahead of us. The smaller generator is only enough to operate the lights in the trailers and a few small appliances. Speaking of appliances, we were toast.

That happened late on a Wednesday morning, and I wasn't due to leave until Friday afternoon, but when it became obvious that only the maintenance guy and mechanics would be of any use the rest of us split.

I didn't even take time to clean up, I was so looking forward to surprising Kristi and having a couple of extra days with her. I pushed my old beater Jeep through the rugged stuff as fast as I dared, and when I hit the paved road after about 90 minutes of bouncing, I pushed it up to the highest vibration level I could tolerate and set the cruise at 82mph. 

I had my Sirius radio playing (regular stations out here are few, weak, and bad - farm reports, etc.), and I thought about Wendy and her dad, and John, and Ron and Kori of course, and a lot about Kristi. Maybe this weekend we could set a date, look at wedding venues, that kind of stuff. 

It was time she made an honest man out of me, but we hadn't really discussed it much. I intended to ask Ron to be my best man, and I think she wanted Kori and Wendy on her side. My brother could be the other groomsman, and that was enough, we should keep it kind of small in my opinion. My thoughts wander like that when I drive or hike.

The time passed quickly, despite a stop for gas and snacks and some pretty nasty wind and dust devils just north of Cheyenne, and soon I was starting to hit Denver traffic. Yuck. No wonder I liked being out in Wyoming so much! My commute was long, but none of this crap every day.

I pulled up in front of my house and stopped in the driveway, on the right side. I was glad to see her car in the garage on the left, but not too thrilled she'd left the door up. We leave my beater out all the time, and she parks her little Solstice on the left, because my baby gets full-time rights to the other side. It was there, seemingly fine under its cover, but if the door is left open someone could cause a lot of damage. I'd mention it later, but would come back out and close it in a minute, because I wanted to surprise her and she'd surely hear the door go down.

I snuck in quietly and shushed Ralph when he came wagging his old Lab body over to me. I fussed over him a little to settle him down, then looked around. It was very quiet, and I assumed Kristi was either upstairs or out back, so I crept up the steps. I'd probably scare the hell out of her, but she'd forgive me when she realized we had 2 extra days together!

When I got near the top of the steps I could hear her moaning, the sounds she makes in sexual heat only. Oh my god, I was finally going to catch her! My cock started to harden at the thought.

We had, some time ago, made a visit to an adult store in town, and had bought her a pretty large black dildo, supposedly modeled on some porn star's cock (she chose it, what does that tell you?), and one of those fancy artistic glass ones that are so expensive, spending a cool $195 on toys to keep her fulfilled when I was gone. 

She claimed to love them, especially the glass one, but she never let me watch her play. I desperately wanted to, I find a woman pleasuring herself to be very erotic, but she said as long as I was there she didn't need them.

Now, though, I was going to sneak in and watch her at play. Perversely, I kind of hoped she'd be using the big black cock.

Her moans grew louder as I got near the door to our room, and when I peeked around the door at first I was confused. There seemed to be too many feet, and my mind could not take in what I was seeing. 

Kristi was kind of curled on one side, her arm and breasts against some motherfucker's hip, her soft hair cascading across his stomach and thighs as she sucked his cock! He was flat on his back, feet apart, and I was looking at his hairy balls and fat shaft, and the side of Kristi's face as she eagerly sucked him, moaning as she does when aroused.

She had her legs curled up, and I could see her swollen pussy, and what could only be a stream of semen trailing out of her, across the back of her thigh, and onto my sheets, a sticky white pool against her leg. She had obviously fucked him once, and was now getting him hard for a repeat, which is a pattern I know well. 

I was too stunned, too shocked and hurt to even speak. I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, and thought my head would explode, but I couldn't utter a sound. I think I started to hyperventilate.

As I stupidly stood there, it became like an out-of-body experience, like I was watching a movie. She stopped sucking him and raised up, shaking her hair back over her shoulders as she straddled him, her back to me.

I stared, unable to blink much less turn away, as she reached back and guided his 7" cock into her already cum-filled pussy. She began to grind on him, and I watched his cum slick cock slide in and out of her. Into my Kristi. Into my beautiful girl. Into the pussy that was all mine, and she came on him, moaning out her pleasure, and he groaned as he blasted another load of cum deep into my fiance'. And I coud see his cum running out of her, and hear their sounds, and smell the sex in the room, and I was totally disgusted to realize that my cock was rock hard and pulsing, ready to cum.

And that was when the anger hit, a white hot rage, and I grabbed a chair and threw it into the mirror on the dresser, shattering the chair and the mirror, silent no more.



Adam's Journey Pt. 05



Looking back I realize how glaringly stupid that was, getting so angry at them that I destroy MY chair, MY mirror, and blow a big hole in MY wall. Brilliant, but right then it didn't matter to me, not at all.

What it did do was give me an enormous advantage in shock and surprise, and they both shot out of the bed as though it was on fire, wide eyed and frightened.

"God damn you! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I'm sure I was shouting, I had to have been, but I don't remember.

I saw drops of cum spray off his still-erect cock as he tried to get his balance and put more distance between us, and their voices jumbled together, but I seemed to hear mostly Kristi. "Oh my god, Adam! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry!" 

I stared at her, my fists clenched, angry enough to do something really bad. She continued to apologize, crying now and pleading with me, and I could vaguely hear the son of a bitch, accusing her.

"You said he wouldn't be home, you said he was out of town, far away, I wouldn't be here if I knew he was in town."

"That's obvious you chickenshit motherfucker. You better haul your sorry ass out of my house before I rip your fucking head off."

"OK, OK, just give me my clothes. I'm sorry, I'm going, OK?"

I realized I was between him and his clothes. I'm not a real intimidating presence at a slender 6'3' and 200 pounds, and I'm usually very laid back and easy going. This guy was probably close to my weight, but shorter and stockier, maybe 5'10" and muscular, but the element of surprise, the 3-day stubble, and the heavy work boots and dirty hands, dirty jeans and denim shirt probably made me seem much bigger and more threatening. Plus he was stark naked, clutching a pillow in front of him, and I was extremely pissed off, and raging.

"I don't think so asshole, I think you need to just leave right now. GO!"

He made a move toward his pants, but I grabbed them first. "You want to try to take them from me asshole? C'mon take 'em!" 

He backed into the corner, and I stepped toward him, pressing my advantage.

I heard Kristi saying "Leave him alone Adam, don't hurt him, it's my fault! Please just let him go! Please Adam!" She was still crying.

I pulled his cell phone off his belt and held it out to him."You want to call for help asshole? Go ahead, here's your phone." Then I deliberately dropped it and crushed it under my boot. "Oops, too late. Sorry." I pulled his wallet out next, and flipped it open. "Richard Monroe, huh? Dick is it? I bet your friends call you Little Dick, don't they?"

"You bastard, you busted my phone! C'mon, give me my pants, give me my wallet, man!"

I opened up his wallet's cash compartment and saw several bills inside, which I pulled out threw, scattering them across the room.

"Fuck you man, that's my money!"

"Wrong, it used to be. I figure you owe me. Now GET OUT!" He grabbed for his pants again, and I caught his arm and used his own momentum to drag him across the room and slam him into the door frame. Any fight he had in him left instantly when his head cracked against the frame, and he sagged in my hand.

Now Kristi was screaming. "Oh my god Adam, stop it, please stop!"

While the son of a bitch was dazed I cranked his wrist up between his shoulderblades and grabbed him by the back of the neck with my other hand, propelling him down the steps, through my house, out the door and onto the front walk, where he fell on the paving stones. Naked, except for his socks.

What an asshole, he's with the most beautiful, incredible woman he will probably ever get near, she's naked, they're in private, and he kept his socks on! Shithead. Still, the paving stones had to have hurt him, and I was fine with that.

I stood in the doorway and watched as he got up, stumbling, and weaved across the lawn toward a red pickup just down the street, clutching his groin with both hands to cover his nudity. Yeah, that'll work. Asshole.

That part would have been funny if I wasn't still so damn mad. I saw him get in his truck and sit there, the fact that his keys were still upstairs in his pants probably hitting him and me about the same time. I did laugh at that, then slammed the door shut and locked it, turning to find Kristi on the bottom step, staring at me.

"Oh god Adam, I am so sorry. I fucked up bad baby, I'm so sorry." Her eyes were wide and red from crying, and she was still naked, and shaking. I could see that her neck and upper chest were still flushed with sex, like they get, and her nipples looked bruised and used. I could also see the sheen of his cum running down her thighs. She reeked of sex, a different smell than she and I make. I realized I was sniffing the air like an animal, knowing another had marked on my territory.

"Just sit down and shut up. I need to do something." Stunned by my anger, she sat on the steps and buried her face in her hands. I could hear her sobbing.

I grabbed the phone and dialed 911. They answered instantly, and I said "I need the police, right away." She asked for more information, so I complied. "Yeah, I live at 5270 Robbins Court, and we've got a flasher or something. What? Yeah, there's some pervert sitting in a red pickup, he's naked, and he's been flashing people. Kids and stuff. I'm afraid he might grab a kid or try or attack someone or something. You gotta get someone out here right away. Yes ma'am, he's across the street from my house and down one house, you can't miss him it's the only red Ford truck. OK, thanks."

I turned to Kristi; she was staring at me, shocked. "Oh Adam, I can't believe you did that! He will get in so much trouble! He's not a bad guy, he's got a wife and kids, they'll find out. Oh, Adam, my god, what have you done!"

"What, now you care, you bitch? You didn't care about his wife while you were fucking him, you slut, and he obviously doesn't care about them."

Kristi recoiled as though I'd slapped her. She had never seen me get truly angry, not in all the months we'd been together, because I so rarely do. While I would never, ever, in any circumstances, hit a woman, I do have the nasty ability when the white hot rage is up to cut someone to ribbons using only words, angry words.

And now, completely out of control, I used this ability to hurt this beautiful, vulnerable woman, this agonized, suffering girl that meant more to me than life itself. She had hurt me badly, and, God help me, I had to hurt her back.

Sometimes I'm a real bastard. 

I continued to lash out at her, calling her vile names and accusing her of things that I had no reason to suspect were true. She tried, at first, to protest, to talk to me, but that just seemed to make it worse.

"Adam, it didn't mean anything, it was just sex. Please baby!"

"Oh so you're such a horny bitch that you can't keep your legs together for a few days while I'm gone, you have to have your cheating shithole lover over to fuck you, in my house!"

"He's not my lover, he's just a guy I met. I don't love him at all, we just had sex. God Adam, I love you, not him! I am so sorry."

"I guess that makes you a whore instead of a cheating bitch, sorry, my mistake. I thought us guys were supposed to be the pigs, but I managed to stay faithful to you." I knew when I said it that it wasn't true, not entirely, but I buried that thought.

She gave up after that, and I should have seen it and stopped, but I didn't. Kristi is a strong woman and smart, and not easily cowed by anyone, but now she just lowered her head and took it, letting me yell and rage, vile words beating her with my hurt and anger. God, I should have stopped!

She stayed, sitting on the steps, and let me vent my rage, and I continued to cut her apart. She gradually folded in on herself, wrapping her arms around her legs and lowering her forehead onto her knees, her shoulders slumped and her long blonde curls falling around her face and down her calves. 

The way she sat I could see the diamond on her engagement ring, and I paused, trying to figure out a way to use that to hurt her more. When I stopped, I heard her moaning, real low, and saw her body shudder with her sobs. She began to rock back and forth, clutching herself tightly, crying, and the fight and anger just left me.

She looked like nothing so much as someone mourning a death, and I just stood and took in her misery. She was in so much pain, and I had a powerful urge to reach out and touch her, to take her into my arms and tell her everything would be all right, but it wouldn't, and I didn't.

Except for her soft crying it was quiet in the house. Ralph had disappeared at the first sign of trouble, as is his habit. He's a non-confrontational kind of dog.

I just felt empty now, except for the giant lead weight parked in my chest, and as the adrenaline was used up I felt weak. Even now, with all that had happened, I noticed how beautiful she was. Her tan legs, long and sleek and perfect, her blonde waves, her smooth flawless back where I could see her spine and her ribs, and the finely toned muscles rippling with her sobs.

After we had been silent for several minutes, she slowly raised her head, pushing her hair back with one hand, and looked at me. Her face was tear-streaked, her eyes dark with pain and hurt, and I knew she was as devastated as I was.

I knew we had succeded in destroying us, and that I had succeeded in destroying her, this amazing, beautiful, wonderful woman that had brought me more happiness than my life had ever known. I was not proud of myself, but I couldn't say anything.

We didn't speak for quite awhile, we just looked at each other, searching each other's eyes for something we could grab onto. Barely audible, I heard myself say "You'd probably better leave." I wasn't what I'd wanted to say, but it's what came out.

"Where will I go? I don't have anywhere, I live here now. I could just move to the guest room, you know, for tonight."

"No, I think you had better go, and not to Ron and Kori's either, they're my friends." One more mean, stupid, careless shot.

"Do I get to take clothes, or are you going to throw me out naked too?" She stood, facing me and squared her shouders, unashamed of her nakedness, a little of her fight returning to her. I was sort of relieved to see it

"No, just get dressed, and take some of your things. You should probably clean up a little too, you've got his cum all over you."

She looked down at herself, almost surprised. "Oh Adam, I'm so sorry!", and she ran up the stairs and into our room.

On the step where she'd been sitting was a shiny wet spot, their combined cum where it had run out of her and pooled around her ass, forming two soft curves of slick wetness .

Numb, I reached out and touched it with one finger. It was real, not a nightmare, and I heard the shower start up as I walked out to get a paper towel to clean the step. 



Adam's Journey Pt. 06



I wiped up the spilled semen from my step, and threw away the towel. I was lost and disoriented, and wasn't sure what to do next. I glanced out the front window and saw two police cars, one in front and one in back of the son of a bitch's truck. My vicious ploy had worked only too well.

I began to think about what Kristi had said, about his wife and kids. I could care less what happened to him, it would be the consequences of his own actions, but there was no reason that his wife should feel as shitty as I did right then, and I would be the cause of that. I may have destroyed more than one relationship in my anger, and that was cruel and senseless.

Like I said, I'm a bastard sometimes.

I saw one of the cops bring a blanket from his trunk, and they handed it to the SOB and then pulled him from his truck and walked him, wrapped in the blanket, to the rear patrol car where they lowered him into the back seat. He was wearing cuffs.

I saw the two cops talking for a moment, and looking over toward my house. Finally one of them, the older, more heavyset one, turned and began to walk across toward my place. I walked to the front door and opened it, stepping onto the front walk. I nodded at him, and he stopped a few feet in front of me.

"Good evening sir, can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

"First sir, can I get your name?" 

I told him my name, and to call me Adam. He was officer Sam Mathis. I invited him in to talk, and we stepped into the house. I sat at the end of the sofa, and he took the chair on the other side of the coffee table, facing me. He stared at me for a moment, perhaps judging if I posed any threat. Apparently not, he seemed to relax.

"Sir, the gentleman we just arrested claims you beat him up and threw him out of your house. Is that true?"

"Not entirely, no, and please call me Adam. I didn't beat him up or you'd be hauling him away in an ambulance. I just roughed him up a little in the process of throwing him out of my house." I paused. "Did he tell you what he did?"

He cleared his throat, and looked very uncomfortable. "Uh, yeah, he said you caught him and your wife together."

I laughed bitterly. "Not my wife, thank god, just my fiance', but yeah, that's what happened. What would you have done?"

Before he could answer, I saw his eyes move to the steps, and he looked up. I automatically turned my head to see what had distracted him and saw Kristi, on the second step down. Her hair was hanging down, dark, limp, and wet, and she had slipped into a simple white t-shirt and a snug pair of jeans. She was barefoot, and I could tell she was bra-less, and she looked vulnerable and hurt, sexy, gorgeous, and incredible.

Officer Sam stared at her, eyes widening, and I heard him mutter "Christ! I'd have shot the motherfucker's balls off."

Kristi looked down at us, silent and serious, and he turned back to me.

"Well Adam, he's not going to press any charges, but I would like to get his clothes back, if that's OK with you. We need to take him down to booking."

Kristi said "I'll get them", and disappeared back into our bedroom. Sam looked at me. "You didn't hurt her did you?"

I looked back at him, not knowing how to answer, so I told him the truth.

"Yeah, I did. I hurt her badly, I'm sure, but I never laid a finger on her."

Now he was the one at a loss.

"Oh, well, we can't arrest you for that, that's between you and her, but don't do anything stupid." 

"Thanks, but you're a little late with that advice, officer. Are you arresting him?" Truth be told I hadn't even considered the SOB pressing charges against me, and of course he wouldn't, he'd be too embarassed.

Kristi returned carrying his clothes and handed them to Officer Sam just as he affirmed that they were indeed arresting him.

She stood right in front of him and looked him in the eye. "You shouldn't. He wasn't doing anything to anyone, Adam threw him outside naked, it wasn't his fault."

"Yes ma'am, I understand that, and we're going to let the lewd behavior charge go, but he had a rather large baggie of what appears to be a well known smokable organic plant material on his front seat, in plain view. We've got to bust him for that."

I couldn't contain a short, harsh laugh at that. Since the last time he had shot his load inside Kristi, his day had gone seriously downhill. Kristi shook her head. "He's such an immature jerk."

I looked at her. "And yet you fucked him."

She whipped around on me. 'Yeah, apparently my taste in men just sucks all over." 

She disappeared back up the stairs, and Officer Sam looked uncomfortable again. "Adam, that wasn't very smart. You need to learn when to shut up."

I've been told that before. He turned to leave, carrying the clothes, and I stopped him. "Wait, there's one more thing of his."

I grabbed a baggie from the kitchen and ran up the steps. I walked into our bedroom - well, I guess it was my bedroom now, I'd have to get used to saying that - and knelt down and picked up every last piece of his crushed cell phone, even the tiny shards, and put them in the baggie, zipping it closed. I walked back down and handed it to Officer Sam.

"Here's his phone, wouldn't want to be accused of stealing it."

He held the bag up and shook it, looking at it. He smiled a little then. "I'm sorry for your loss Adam, I really am, but you are apparently a bad man to piss off. That 911 call was inspired, we'll be talking about that one down at the station for years."

"Mmm, thanks. Try to leave my name out of it, OK? I'd just as soon not have the whole world know."

He left then, and the other patrol car with the SOB in it was already gone.

Kristi came back down the stairs again, carrying a small bag. "I'm leaving. I'll come back sometime to get my stuff, I'll call so you don't have to see me." She stood, her shoulders slumped, her eyes searching my face. 

"Where will you go?" 

"You don't care, remember?"

"Yeah. Kristi...?"

She looked at me, waiting for me to finish. I should have said I was sorry for the things I'd said, I should have grabbed her and held her, and begged her not to leave, and told her I could forgive her if she could forgive me, and how much I loved her, but I didn't.

I said "Be careful", and I turned and walked away so she wouldn't see me crying, and I heard the door close behind her. 



I wandered the house, going from room to room with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe how fast my happiness and excitement at getting a couple of extra days at home with Kristi had turned into anger and agony, humiliation and loneliness. 

I just kept wandering from room to room, seeing reminders of her everywhere. Ralph followed me for awhile, then got bored and laid down and watched me. The second time I walked into our - I mean my - bedroom, I looked at the bed, the scene of the crime. I hadn't been able to look at it the first time.

There were several cum stains on my sheets, smaller ones, and two pretty large ones, wet still and showing dark against the sage green sheets, and I could smell the sex in the room. I ripped the sheets off the bed and balled them up, stepping into the hall and throwing the wad to the bottom of the steps. They landed with one of the large, wet stains facing up, visible and taunting me.

I walked down and kicked the mass into the hall, and then collapsed in my chair. I'd wash them later, or maybe burn them. I buried my face in my hands and just sat there, numb.

I don't know how long I sat there, an hour, maybe more, but it was almost dark when I heard Ron knock on the door and let himself in like he always does.

"Kristi, Adam, you here? Hello, anyone home?" He walked in and saw me.

"Hey, Adam, what'cha doing home early? I saw your car..."

He faltered, and stood looking at me, seeing my pain. "What's wrong man, you look like shit. Are you OK?"

"Oh, no, not really. I've definitely been better."

"What's going on?"

"Kristi's gone. We had a fight, so I guess that's that. Like they say, all good things must come to an end." I know I was tryng to act less devastated than I felt.

"No way man! Not you and Kristi, you guys are just way too good together. Whatever you did you tell her you're sorry and kiss her feet, you can't let her get away."

I just looked at him. Of course he would assume it was something I'd done, Kristi is just so sweet all the time, and I know Ron thinks the world of her. Of me too, but he expects us men to screw up.

"I wish it was that easy Ron, but it wasn't me. She was fucking some other guy." There, it was out in the open, I'd been cuckolded, and my best friend knew.

He dropped onto the sofa. "Oh, shit. Are you sure?"

I laughed bitterly. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you could say I'm pretty sure. I walked in on them."

"Oh, fuck! Oh buddy, I am so sorry. Oh my god, I don't believe this. I'm going to call Kori and have her come over. You need your friends around you now.

I really just wanted to be alone, but I didn't say so. He got Kori on his cell and asked her to come to "Adam and Kristi's house", but I didn't correct him, and I heard him tell her to grab "that bottle of Scotch" off the bar.

I sat there thinking about the word 'cuckold', of all things. I didn't like the word before, and now I hated it. I used to sneak old Playboy magazines from my dad's collection, to jerk off to when I was a kid, and they had a section back then called Ribald Tales. Maybe they still do, I don't know. The husbands in those stories seemed to be cuckolds most of the time, and the word was used a lot, so I was familiar with it. And now, as they say, I are one.

Kori showed up and Ron took the bottle from her and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a couple of mugs and I watched him pour each of us a couple of fingers of "that Scotch", which turned out to be fine, expensive Macallan single malt.

"You're a classy guy Ron. I think I can do a little better than an old chipped coffee mug for a Macallan. You know, if you're planning to drown my sorrows, any old rotgut would work, this is a waste."

"Fuck you, a glass is a glass, and it's just booze. Shut up and drink."

I did, and I was right, it was a waste. My mouth just tasted like copper, and I couldn't taste the fine smoky peat flavor of the Scotch. I did feel the warmth flow through my belly, which had felt cold and hard, so that was good.

Kori said "What happened? Why were the police here? What did you do?" 

My friend's faith in me was astounding. "Tell us Adam, start from the beginning."

So I did, I told them the whole sorry tale, leaving out nothing, most of the time with my face buried in my hands and occasionally having to stop and collect myself. At some point Kori came over and sat on the arm of the chair, next to me, and put her arms around me, and then just sat and rubbed my back while I talked. I was glad Ron had called her.

When I was done we all just sat in silence for awhile and I heard Kori sniffle. I looked at her, and saw she had tears running down her face. She searched my eyes for a moment. "Adam, where is Kristi now?"

"I don't know, I told you I kicked her out."

"Oh, Adam!" She grabbed Ron's cell phone off the table and walked outside. Ron and I sat, not talking, and he poured us another drink. That woud be my last, and it was right. Just enough to round off the sharp corners a little, soften the hurt.

I'm not one to drown my troubles in booze, never have been. I try to face up to things and deal with what life throws at me, but this time I knew it would be tough. A sick hangover would be no help at all.

After about 30 minutes on the phone, Kori came back in. We both looked at her, waiting. "She's OK, she went to Wendy and John's."

That was smart of her. She had been taking care of their place for them while they were back in Indiana and knew they wouldn't object to her staying there. I hadn't thought of that.

I was very relieved to hear that she was OK, and even kind of glad that she was not very far away. I don't know why that was important, but it was.

Ron and Kori sat with me until about midnight, just talking. They tried to assure me that this would blow over, that we could still make up, but I knew better. We had cut each other too deeply, both of us, and that kind of wound doesn't heal.

After they left I let Ralph out for awhile, then back in, and drank some water. I walked to my bedroom - I'm learning to say that - and just looked at the bare mattress. 

In my mind I could still see them, her hand guiding his cock into her, him thrusting into her again and again, right in front of me, her long soft hair tumbling down her back and swinging with her movements as she rode his cock, his balls pressed to her ass as she took him deep, and could hear the sound of them cumming, and see the white, thick semen running from her and onto my bed as she cried out her orgasm. The mental film clip of them fucking played over and over in my head.

I turned and walked to the guest bedroom and closed the door, laying down on the bed. My cock was rock hard, and I loathed myself for that.

I got up and went back to my room and got Kristi's pillow, and returned to the guest room, stripping naked before lying down, my cock thrusting out uselessly in front of me.

I laid on my back and put her pillow over my face, holding it down with both hands and smelling the scent of her shampoo, and her cologne, and the oh so familiar sweet feminine scent of her body, and of sex. I felt my ejaculation start and the warm jets spattering down on my chest and stomach, and I laid there, not touching myself, and let it. My disgust and self-loathing knew no bounds, and I wondered what I had done to send her to another man. 



I slept for awhile after that like you do sometimes, just the release of tension, but I woke up at 3:17. I hate those fucking digital clocks. I laid there awake for several minutes, feeling the crusty dried cum on my stomach, then got up and went in the bathroom and took a fast shower.

I wanted to go back to bed, but couldn't get my mind to turn off, and just wandered around naked for awhile. I stood at my window and looked across at the SOB's truck, still parked where the police had left it. I thought they would have towed it in and impounded it, but apparently not. I gave some thought to going over and vandalizing the shit out of it, but decided I would be the most likely suspect for that action, and left it alone.

It dawned on me that I was standing bare-ass in front of a full length window, but it was after 3 a.m., so who cares. 

All alone, freshly cuckolded, hurt, angry, miserable - this promised to be a long and lonely night. Inevitably I started to think about Kristi, both the good times over the last 18 months or so, and the bad times of the last few hours. How could everything turn to shit so fast! 

Not to get too maudlin, but the first thing I thought of was that the last time I had seen her smile was when I woke her to tell her I was leaving to go back to work, about this same time several days ago. I always stayed home as long as possible, leaving in the early darkness for the long drive back.

She had woken up slowly, her silky hair mussed and sexy around her sleepy face.

"Mornin' baby. I have to get going."

She rolled over, exposing her breasts, and reached up and stroked my neck and cheek. "Mmmm, so soon. It seems like you just got here and now you're leaving."

We had made love a few hours ago, and I could smell the cum that was probably still leaking from her. I began to get hard, and when she ran her hand across the front of my jeans she felt it.

"If you can stay a little longer we can take care of that for you."

The thought of her pussy, still warm and creamy from the last time - god, now I was rock hard! "Very tempting you sexy thing, but I'm going to be a little late as is. I have to go. Hope I can fit this behind the wheel."

She smiled at that, beautiful and sensual, and we kissed and parted, yet again, to count the minutes.

If that was going to be the last of her smiles for me, at least it was a good one.

I thought long and hard that night about the why of what had happened, the usual self-pitying why-me crap, but I started by giving her all the blame. She was obviously a slut, an unfaithful whore that never really loved me, etc, etc, but I knew better inside.

Then it became the questioning of myself; was I not man enough for her? Had I done something to piss her off? Was she not satisfied with our sex life? How could that possibly be, we seemed so perfect? How long had this been going on?

That last one hurt. It had not occurred to me until then, my mind had grasped at the idea that I had caught her the first time she cheated, but how likely was that? Damn, now I really felt sick.

In my pain and exhaustion I focused in on what I could have done to drive her to this. Or, more accurately, what signals I could have sent that encouraged her to do this, and I began to remember a few things, to put them together.

Like the first time she saw my Baby, about 3 or 4 weeks after we'd met. I was doing a home improvement project, and had needed a little more light, and had sent her after the utility light on my workbench in the garage.

When she came back she said "Found it. What's under the car cover out there?"

"Thanks, plug it in willya? That's my Baby, a car I bought from Ron, one of his finds. A classic."

"What is it? It looks like something fast. I love fast cars."

She must have hated riding around in my old Jeep. "Really? I didn't know that about you. Come on, I'll show you." Any excuse to avoid this project and show off my Baby. On the way to the garage I grabbed the keys from the drawer.

I walked to the rear of the car and began to lift the cover off, and as soon as it cleared one taillight Kristi had said "Oh my god, is that a Shelby? I love Shelby's!"

I was impressed. As I continued to lift the cover, she said "A '67 I'll bet, it's got to be a '67." She was right, a 1967 Shelby Mustang (nee:Cobra), red with the white stripes, and she seemed very excited.

"Is it a 350 or a 500? Oh my god, it's the GT500, why have you been keeping this secret? That big honkin' 428 in this little machine, it must fly!"

Now I was really impressed. This love and knowledge of cars was a whole new side of her, and the delight on her face was plain to see.

"I didn't know you liked cars, I didn't want to bore you with it. Ron got it for a steal, and when he saw how much I loved it he sold it to me for what he paid, and it was too good to pass up."

"Is everything correct? Do the numbers match? Oh jeez, it's the early year model with the foglights close together. My favorite!"

No wonder I loved this woman!! 

"Wow! Gorgeous, smart, sexy and loves cars! Are you real? Come here, let me pinch you to see. And yes, it's all correct."

"Do you know what this is worth?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm not planning to sell it."

"Can I ask what you paid Ron for it?"

"Sure, like I said, what he paid, $29,000. He said he got it from a guy that was keeping his wife from getting it in the divorce, for instant cash on the spot."

"Bullshit. He didn't get it for $29,000. It's worth 4 times that, maybe a lot more if everything is original and in good shape. He gave you a gift Adam, you gullible fool."

"Well, he's a wheeler-dealer, he gets stuff like that. And I took him and Kori out for dinner at Brook's Steakhouse."

"Still, you stole it. You owe him big time. Can we fire it up? Too bad it's so sloppy out, I'd make you let me drive it!" Now I knew she was for real. Most women would have expected me to take it out, despite the slush and ice melt chemicals still on the street from last night's snow. And her drive it? Hmmm...





Adam's Journey Pt. 06



I tossed her the keys, and she fired it up. It started instantly.

"Oh my god, listen to the muscles!" She sniffed the air. "It's running a little rich - that should even out when it warms up." This was starting to turn me on! 

Then she said "Beautiful, smooth, powerful - this is making me wet!" She blipped the throttle a couple of times to hear the roar.

"So hot cars make you horny, huh?"

"Well, yeah, that, and I gave my first blow-job in a car like this. Well, not just like this, but it was a '67 Mustang."

I tried to be casual. "So, who was the lucky guy, and how old were you?"

"Well let's see, I was a senior in high school, so I was 17 - no, I guess maybe I'd just turned 18. He was a senior too, and on the football team."

"Let me guess, you were a cheerleader and he was the star quarterback."

"Don't be a smart ass. No, I was just a girl and he was a linebacker, but he was my boyfriend at the time, and I was sure he loved me. But I was still a virgin, so don't go getting the wrong impression!"

She blipped the throttle again, then sadly shut it off, leaving the key in the ignition.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Hey, in for a penny, in for a pound. Go on." I was dying to hear this. It was a long time ago, so it was OK, right?

"Well, we'd been dating for awhile, and we had kissed and petted - a lot, but he was only the second guy whose cock I'd touched - and he had cum in my hands and on my tits many times, but we weren't having real sex."

"I wanted to, I was so horny all the time from handling his cock, and him touching me and sucking on my nipples, and when he would cum on me, oh my god I loved that! But I was scared of getting pregnant, or that it would hurt, you know."

She was still sitting in my car, which put her at eye level with my crotch, and she noticed that my pants were stretched tight over an enormous hard-on. She reached out and ran her fingers over my bulge, and I groaned.

"This is really turning you on, isn't it? Do you like hearing about me with another guy?"

"It was a long time ago, right? And you don't know him anymore? OK, so go on."

"First we better free that so you don't hurt yourself." She undid my belt and zipper, and tugged my pants down, right there in my garage, and my cock flopped out, long, thick, and very, very hard.

"Mmm, very nice. Lot's bigger than the one I'm talking about, thank goodness, or he might have raised my expectations unrealistically."

She continued to stroke me very lightly with her fingertips as she went on with her story. I ached.

"Well, that day we were playing with each other, out in the woods in his dad's Mustang, and he told me to be careful 'cause he got hit in the balls at football practice and was sore and swollen. So I asked him to show me, and he did, he got out and stood, kind of like you're standing now, and dropped his pants."

My heart was pounding as she stroked me, ever so lightly.

"His cock was sticking straight up and hard, maybe about 7", but it seemed huge to me, and his balls did look swollen, and red. He said I should kiss them and make them feel better. We really hadn't done any oral stuff yet, and I don't think he thought I would do it, but he was wrong."

The thought of this gorgeous woman, as the gorgeous teenager she must have been, leaning forward to touch her lips to a man in that way for the first time - oh god, I was shivering with excitement.

"Well, I kissed them a little, he smelled kind of good, musky and soapy, then I licked them, then I sucked on one and put it in my mouth, and he was groaning. His balls in my mouth felt so good I felt like I had fireworks going off in my pussy, and I was so wet!" 

I felt like I could cum any second, I was seeing this play out in my mind, and having a few fireworks of my own.

"Wow, you're leaking a lot! You're really liking this story, huh?" I could only nod.

She licked up my leakage, and went on.

"Well, then I licked all the way up his shaft, and it just seemed natural to take him in my mouth, so I did. I loved it, it just felt so good, hard and smooth and thick, and it kind of made me cum, just a little."

I felt about to do that myself, but I wanted to hear the rest of this story! 



Adam's Journey Pt. 07



"Go on."

"I guess, you know, I sucked him a little, just enjoying the sensation. It felt so...oh, I don't know, sensual, I guess, the head of his cock on my tongue, and how hard he was, so I swirled my tongue over him, kind of like this...."

She took me suddenly and deeply into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue moving just behind the head of my cock, teasing me. I groaned, and she relented, laughing.

"Wow, you're really getting off on this! Who knew you were so kinky! So do you want to hear the rest?"

Silly question, and I said so. "There's no way you can stop now, c'mon, tell me."

"Well, there's not much more to tell. He almost always would cum pretty quick, and this time it was just almost instantly. He spurted in my mouth and first I thought I would gag, I didn't know what to do, and he just kept on cumming, spurt after spurt."

Her eyes kind of had this dreamy look, lost in the memory of the sensation of the first time a guy had shot his load in her mouth.

I could understand how turned on he must have been, and why he would have cum so hard. She continued to slowly stroke my hard and now wet cock as she told the story.

"I just held him there in my mouth, catching all his cum, and I started to realy feel it, warm and thick in my mouth, and I came too. God, I was so wet and horny!"

"So you really enjoyed giving your first blow-job, huh?"

"You have no idea! I still do, as you know so well."

She began to suck me again then, seriously this time, stroking my cock with one hand as she sucked, and squeezing my balls with the other. I don't know how long it took, certainly not over a minute, before I too was spurting a substantial load into her mouth.

She continued to work me over until I had run dry, then backed off and smiled up at me, then closed her eyes and swallowed. "Mmmm, I still love a nice big load of fresh cum."

"Uhh god, that felt good! Did you swallow that first time too?" 

"Yup, I did. That was a little iffy, but I didn't know what the right thing to do was, so I did that. And I always have ever since, unless I'm showing off or we're playing or something."

I knew what she meant, sometimes she would let it run from her mouth and down onto her breasts or something, just to put on a show, or maybe make me cum all over her face and then make a big show of kissing me and rubbing it on my face. Harmless sticky fun like that.

"I still can't believe how turned on you got about me and another guy. That's pretty freaky."

I lied: "No, it was just thinking about you as that little teenager, such a sexy little thing. That guy didn't have a chance."

She had turned then, and taken the keys from the ignition, and stood up, closing the door behind her. "Remember, next nice day you take me out for a drive, except I drive."

"No problem." What could I say, she'd just given me a great orgasm, and I was feeling very mellow. I started to get my pants pulled back up, but apparently we weren't done.

She grabbed my half-hard cock and, leading me by that convenient handle, pulled me into the house and up to our bedroom.

"My turn bub. I'm horny, and you owe me one for telling you about that. Lay down."

So saying, she pushed me backwards, and I fell onto the bed, pants around my knees. She got out of her tight jeans quicker than I would have thought possible and straddled me, knee walking until she was over my face. I could see her arousal, her pussy wet and swollen as she lowered herself to my waiting lips and tongue.

She had been kidding me about being turned on by her story but she was just as bad, steamy wet and so hot. I began to slowly lick her, back to front, enjoying the taste and scent of her arousal, pushing my tongue into her as far as I could and swallowing her sweet juices.

She came suddenly, hard and fast as she ground herself into my face. I thought I might suffocate, but what a great way to go! I love the sounds she makes, and the feel of her body, her reactions, as she climaxes. I think I just really enjoy the power that I have to bring her such pleasure, and her appreciation is so obvious that I may, possibly, enjoy her orgasms more than I do my own. I think a lot of guys feel that way.

After that first rush of orgasm she found her pace, and continued to ride my face as I brought her to one, and then another, a whole series of slightly smaller ones, and we did this for probably 15 or 20 minutes or more before she realized I was rock hard again and moved back, taking me into her soaking pussy.

The urgent need taken care of, we had made love slow and gentle, feeling the sensation of our bodies moving against and within each other, and somehow we had finished with me on top of her, looking down into her beautiful face as she concentrated, eyes closed, forcing my own climax from me and wanting to feel every spurt of cum that I was pouring into her body.

Over the next several months she told me a few other stories like that one, and teased me, knowing how aroused I always became. We weren't kids anymore, we had both had a number of other lovers. We'd each been married previously for Pete's sake, so there were no illusions about being the one and only, but it's odd that she never asked me to tell her about any of my own experiences in that regard.

I really didn't think of that until then, that endless night when she left and I had nothing to do except think and remember. I was still filled with anger and a sense of betrayal, and some regrets, but mostly there was just an enormous emptiness, a deep sense of loss. 

By the time it began to get light in the eastern sky I had rationalized away most of my fears. Surely she could not have misconstrued my interest and arousal at hearing about her past sexual encounters to mean that I would be OK with her fucking other men now, while we were together. That was clearly ludicrous.

Exhausted, I dozed a little as the sun came up, only to be awakened by a ringing phone at about quarter after seven. I grabbed it without looking at the caller ID, hoping that maybe it was Kristi. I don't know why. It turned out to be Kori, wanting to know if I wanted to join them for breakfast. She had cranberry muffins in the oven, and she knows they're my favorites.

I didn't much want either food or company, but I accepted and walked to my room to get some clothes. I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton knit workout shorts, tying the drawstring, splashing some cold water in my face and running a comb through my hair.

I wandered across our yards, Ralph trailing at my heels, and when I opened their back door he walked right in. He's very at home at their place, they used to keep him for me while I was out at the job sites before Kristi had come along. He flopped down in front of their fireplace with a heavy sigh.

Ron looked at him. "I don't know who the bigger sad sack is this morning, you or the furball."

"Yeah, he misses Kristi, no doubt. He searched the whole house for her this morning. Some loyal mutt, hell, he's her dog now more than he's mine, but she always spoils him."

Kori walked into the kitchen and gave me a hug and a quick kiss. "Morning Adam, you want some coffee?"

"Sure, and an OJ if you've got some." They always did. This was kind of a ritual of ours, whenever one household would fix something for breakfast beyond the usual cereal or toast we would invite the other over to join in, and Kristi and I had spent many pleasant mornings with Ron and Kori.

It might be pancakes, waffles, bacon and eggs, muffins, whatever - we did this generally at least once on most weekends, but today we were one person short, and that was noticed but not acknowledged. When I'm home my weekdays are very open, but the other three had responsibilities, so today was unusual in that regard as well.

Today, of course, was a Thursday, and Ron was dressed in pressed khakis and a pink (of all things!) golf shirt, so I knew he was going to the office or out on an acquisition or sales meeting. He has a great office in his home and doesn't really need a separate office, but he maintains one above a local bank, for "credibility", he says.

Kori was dressed in a very short silky robe, and as I watched her breasts move underneath it was very apparent that the light robe was all she was wearing. Kori has a cute body, and very nice breasts, larger than Kristi's but softer, and I absent mindedly watched them sway and bounce as she moved to get my juice. I turned to say something to Ron, and found him watching me watch his wife. 

I grinned at him. "Oops, busted! Sorry about that."

He laughed. "No problem dude, you can't help it. We're wired that way. Hey honey, stop shaking your tits around the kitchen, you're driving this poor injured boy to distraction!"

She turned toward us and did a quick shimmy, which really caused her boobs to bounce, and we all laughed. It felt good to laugh, and I was glad I had come over. Kori's always been pretty intuitive that way, she just knows what people need, even sometimes when they don't know themselves.

She set my juice on the breakfast bar in front of me and was turning to grab the coffee when the oven timer sounded.

I started to move to get my own coffee, but Ron grabbed my arm and whispered "Wait, watch this." Kori grabbed a hot pad and turned off the oven, opening the door to retrieve the muffins. When she bent to reach for them the side of her robe fell open where it was split, and we were treated to a side view of tanned, toned naked lady from the bottom of her ribcage to her feet.

My eyes traced the soft curve of the back of her thigh to where it met her smoothly rounded ass, and I flashed on what it might feel like to slip my hand under her leg and let my fingers find her warm, moist patch of soft down. I felt my cock stir to life. I never have been able to control that damn thing. 

As she moved to the table with the hot muffin tin I stepped past her to the coffee pot, trying to keep an angle that would mask my growing problem. I was regretting my choice of the thin knit shorts, and I dawdled a little over the pot, hoping for my physical problem to subside a little.

I'll confess here that I am a little bit of a hound, and, like most men, very attuned to the visuals. Ron is right, we're wired that way, and I find the sight of the female body irresistable. My body's response was completely involuntary.

It wasn't that Kori was unaware of what I was packing, I was sure Ron had told her, and I know that she and Kristi had few secrets between them. She had also seen me naked at Lake Mead the previous year, although that had been when we all went skinny dipping in the dark and I had not had an erection. Plus, the lake water is fairly cold.

The problem was that whenever she would notice that I had any bulge showing she would make comments, and those comments usually embarassed me a little and struck me as hurtful to Ron, although he never gave any sign. Today would be no exception.

She turned from the counter just as I moved back toward it, coffee in hand. Her eyes dropped immediately to my crotch, where my mostly hard cock was outlined against the thin material. She looked for several long seconds. "Damn, Adam! Who was the clown that said that all men are created equal?" 

Me being self-conscious about her attention made me blush, I could feel the heat in my face, and it made my cock get harder. It always happens that way, when I'm humiliated about my lack of self-control and wish it would go away it does just the opposite. "C'mon Kori, you know I can't help it. It's not like you've never seen a penis before. Please can we just eat?"

Then of course, Ron had to chime in: "OK you two, unless you're going to fuck right here on the kitchen floor, let's knock it off and eat the muffins while they're hot. If you are, then I'll eat the muffins by myself." 

As always, I had no idea how Ron really felt about his wife sexually teasing me like she does. I thought it should bother him, but he never seemed to chastise her for it, and his responses were always as non-comittal as that one, as though he were playing along. I had never figured out how to ask him, or whether I should, but sometimes wished he would call her off.

His comment broke the tension, but as Kori stepped past me to put the empty tin in the sink she whispered "You will have to show that to me someday you know."

There wasn't much more that I could show her than what she had just seen; I think those shorts hid very little. I should have worn some jockeys underneath, but I was planning to run back home and shower after breakfast and hadn't bothered. Live and learn. 

The rest of the breakfast went very uneventfully, we talked a little about Kristi, and Kori tried to encourage me to call her. I was not at all receptive to that idea, I was still hurting far too much. Ron stayed out of that part of the conversation. I was reminded that Kori had to leave shortly to go do her volunteer work.

They had decided when they became comfortable with Ron's substantial income that Kori could quit her job (she'd been an elementary school teacher) and do volunteer work. She was involved in several things, but today was her day to be at the animal shelter by 10:00.

We finished eating, and Ron left for work while I helped Kori clear the dishes away and clean up the kitchen. I was painfully aware of how poorly that little robe concealed her hot body.

"Thanks for your help Adam. I need to go start getting ready. Are you going to be OK today?" 

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I was lying. "I'll see you guys later. Thanks for the breakfast, and, you know, for calling."

She smiled. "I just figured you could use some company." She mussed up my hair. "Hey, you're starting to get pretty shaggy. You want me to cut your hair later, when I get home?"

I ran my hand through my hair. "Sure, it could use it. Call me when you get back and I'll come over." She had started cutting my hair shortly after we became friends, and I hadn't had a bad haircut or paid for one since.

"OK, it'll be around 3:00. And Adam? Call Kristi. You'll hate yourself if you don't. I know you're a better man than this."

"K, (I had taken to sometimes just calling her K. We had a very easy familiarity with each other, and our one-on-one chats were very comfortable and informal) "I don't know if I can. It's way too soon, but really I don't know if I'll ever be able to. I may never want to. Let's just give it some time, OK?" Inside, I was hoping that Kristi would call me. Maybe beg me. Stubborn. More than one reason I was called Mule.

She gave me another quick kiss and left to get dressed, and I whistled up Ralph and headed for home. 

I grabbed a quick shower when I got home, and then got sidetracked into putting away a few of Kristi's things. She had taken the essentials - her toothbrush, deodorant, hairbrush and comb, a few of her magic potions from the shower - but there were still a lot of reminders of her around and I put them away in a drawer and in the closet where they wouldn't be a constant painful reminder. She'd said she would get them later.

Earlier I had entertained thoughts of just throwing all her stuff away, or out on the lawn, but now the anger had mostly burned out and been replaced by a dull ache, just an enormous hurt deep inside, but I was able to reason more clearly. I'd just let her pick up her belongings when she needed them.

I was tired, and emotionally exhausted, but I had this nervous energy that would not allow me to sit still. Realizing I was still naked, I put the shorts I had worn earlier back on, and some shoes, and went out in the garage to putter with a few things.

I found some stuff I'd bought to repair a bad sprinkler head in the front yard, and launched into that chore. It was pretty easy, and yet I'd been putting it off. The sun felt good on my shoulders, and I noticed the lawn was looking about as shaggy as I was.

I fired up the mower and got going on that, pushing it hard and fast, burning off some of that energy and working up a good sweat. I should have held off on that shower. I stopped at one point, breathing heavily, and just stood and looked at the red pickup still parked across the street.

I was idly pondering just what effect a large bottle of very briny saltwater poured into the gas tank might have when Sue, the neighbor on the other side, called out to me.

"Hi Adam! What are you doing home? You're not due 'til tomorrow are you?" 

I was a little surprised she knew my schedule that well, but she probably talked to Kristi from time to time.

"Yeah, no, you're right, we had some problems and had to shut down for a couple days, so I got a break."

We spoke with Sue and her husband Rick or their two young girls from time to time, but were not real close. Just kind of "over the fence" friends, although we had no fences.

She had been weeding in her yard and had seen me looking at the truck. Now she walked over to me. "So who's truck is that over there? It's been there since yesterday, but I don't think it belongs to anyone around here."

I didn't exactly lie to her, just omitted some of the facts. "I saw the cops bust a guy yesterday, it was his truck. A drug bust I heard, they got him for marijuana possession." I was glad that he'd gotten busted for that instead of the public nudity / lewd conduct charge I'd tried for, although him having to register as a sex offender would have been sweet.

His wife would no doubt be pissed about the drug charge, if she didn't already know, but at least it spared her the heartache of knowing he was cheating on her. She'd probably find out eventually, the guy seemed way stupid, but it was good to know that when he finally hurt her it wouldn't be my fault in any way.

Sue continued. "Well, serves him right then. They should have towed his truck in too and confiscated it." 

"They still might." 

"I suppose. You look like you're working hard. I have some cold lemonade if you want some."

I was a little surprised. This was somewhat out of character for her to be this friendly. "Uh, sure Sue, that sounds great, if I can talk you into bringing me a glass. I have some stuff I need to finish up today."

"Sure Adam no problem. Is Kristi at work today?"

I realized I didn't know. Weird. "Yeah, I'm sure she is, you know her."

Kristi is a commercial real estate broker, and loves her work. And, being competitive by nature, is quite good at it. Like most people that work on commission, she has long dry spells interrupted by big scores when a deal closes, but she is disciplined about budgeting her funds and is well beyond the struggling beginner stage.

Sue left to get the lemonade, and I dived back into the lawn mowing, punishing myself on the uphills. She was gone awhile, and I finished up the job just as Sue returned carrying 2 glasses.

"I thought I'd join you. Let's sit on your patio, in the shade." As we walked back to my patio I couldn't help but notice that Sue had changed out of her baggy gardening clothes into a somewhat short denim skirt and a snug pink top, and had combed her hair and put on a little makeup.

"You must be done in your yard, huh? You make me feel all grungy and sweaty now, since you cleaned up so nice."

She laughed "Well sweaty is OK on a macho studly guy, you guys can get away with that, it just makes you sexier. Us ladies have to work harder."

This should have given me a warning where this was headed, but sometimes I'm not the brightest bulb on the chandelier, and I just laughed it off. We took seats opposite each other on the patio, me on a the end of a chaise lounge and her on a chair, which put her higher than me, and I took a long pull on the lemonade.

"Mmmm, that's just what the doctor ordered. Delicious. Thanks Sue, you're a lifesaver."

"I'm glad you like it. You know, it's a good thing the husbands in this neighborhood don't know you're doing this."




Adam's Journey Pt. 08



Sue, that's pretty far out there, you know? I suspect he'd find the fantasy was a lot better than the reality. You too, probably."

"Oh, I don't know, he seems pretty serious, he talks about it all the time. But I could have goofed up what you and Kristi have. I'm sorry Adam, this whole thing was a mistake."

There it was, on the table. "Sue, Kristi and I broke up, she's moving out."

"Oh, no! That's too bad. When?"

"As soon as she can pick up her stuff, I guess."

She looked at me like I was stupid. "No Adam, not when is she moving out, when did you break up?"

"Oh. Yesterday." 

She covered her mouth. "And then I try this stunt today. I'm really sorry Adam. Why did you split?"

"It's a long story Sue, I'd rather not re-live it right now."

"Sure, I understand. Adam?" 

I looked at her.

"Do you think that maybe someday we could do this? That you could want me? I think I'd really like that."

I smiled at her. "Sue, I wanted you today. Still do. I think that's pretty obvious." 

She looked down at my still swollen cock and brightened considerably. "Yeah, that's true, huh? Wow. That's nice, you're pretty sweet Adam. Too bad you're a gentleman."

I laughed. Again it felt good. "You have no idea Sue, but thanks for thinking so."

"Kristi's crazy if she lets you get away." I let that ride. "Still, do you think we might do it someday, have sex together?"

"Well Sue, we're not all that old, but we're old enough to know that the future can bring just about anything."

She humphed. "Well, that's a pretty vague answer."

I laughed again. "Tell you what. Next time you want to do this, you bring a note from your husband saying it's OK with him, and we'll see."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "Wow Adam, that's really kinky! Now you're in the spirit. Don't think I won't do just that." She straightened her clothes and said goodbye, waving over her shoulder as she walked back toward her house.

I watched her round, soft ass sway as she walked away and wondered if I shouldn't have just gone ahead and done her. What the hell, it seemed the world was designed for those that help themselves and guys that try to have any conscience get shit on.

I became aware that my cock was staying hard, and my balls were aching for release. Kori and Sue had been tough on me today. I looked around quickly, nobody in sight. I sat where Sue had been, pulling my cock and balls out the leg opening of my shorts and starting to slowly stroke myself, squeezing my balls with the other hand. 

I used my own pre-cum to lube myself up, and in less than a minute fired the first of several long streams of cum 3 feet out in front of me, where it spattered down onto the dark stone patio. I continued to pump out long strings of cum, gradually decreasing in force until it was only landing a foot or so in front of me. It felt good. 

Just then, as my orgasm diminished, Sue spoke from right behind me, startling the hell out of me. "Good god Adam, do you always cum like that?"

She had come back for her lemonade glasses and caught me jerking off, and had just stood right behind me and watched the whole thing. I was humiliated. She was not. She quickly stepped in front of me and bent down, taking my cock into her mouth in time to catch the last couple of trailing dribbles. She sucked to get every last drop out of me, then stood, rolling my cum on her tongue before swallowing. "Mmmm, very good. Sorry I missed so much."

She looked down at the pearly white cum all over the dark stones. I guess there was quite a bit - I was pretty horny. "My poor Rick would have to cum 5 times to make that much cum. That's amazing!"

I was still a little embarassed to have gotten caught jerking off, but Sue seemed to enjoy it. She apologized for leaving me in such a state of arousal, and I think she found it flattering that I'd been so turned on.

She said "I think I'll send the girls over to play at a friends house tonight. I'm gonna need some attention when Rick gets home. Do you think he'll smell the cum on my breath?" 

Uncomfortable now, I replied "Uh, I don't know. You want some gum?"

She laughed. "No, I want to see. But now I know you have to be the one, you know, the one that plays with us. We'll see then if he's serious about going down on me with another man's load in there." She looked again at the mess on the ground. "That's sure to be more than he bargained for! This could be fun."

She left then for real, taking the empty glasses with her. She seemed a lot happier now for some reason. I went in to grab a quick bite, my late lunch, and to shower again and get cleaned up. Kori should be calling me in an hour or so to come over and get my hair cut, and it was way too sweaty and nasty to cut like this. 

I showered, a nice cool one for the hot day, and put on an old pair of swim trunks I had and a clean t-shirt. I'd been caught twice that day because of the thin shorts, but these had the built in pouch and were heavier, and should be more discreet.

I wasn't surprised when Kori didn't call until almost 4:00. She's rarely on time when she gets involved with one of her causes. She told me she smelled like a kennel because of the work at the shelter, and to come over in about 10 or 15 minutes so that she'd have time to shower before she cut my hair. 

I wandered over to their place about 10 minutes later and let myself in the back door, calling out for Kori to let her know I was there. Ralph said he was tired and wanted to just stay home and nap in my recliner. Lazy damn dog.

Kori called me back to the bathroom off their master bedroom, which is where she usually did my haircuts. I guess I should have felt strange wandering through her bedroom while Ron wasn't home, but it had happened often enough that it felt normal.

Kori had on one of Ron's old white dress shirts, with the sleeves rolled up and the top several buttons open. The shirttails were long enough that it fit her like a short dress. Very short. I've always loved that look on a woman, just a man's shirt and apparently nothing else.

The room was still warm and humid from her shower, despite the exhaust fan, and her hair was very wet. She told me to get out the clippers and scissors, and grabbed her towel to give her hair one last rub. 

I was bending to get the needed items as she reached up to dry her hair, and she gave me a good flash, intentional or otherwise. "Kori, honey, much as I love looking at that hot little bod of yours, and I can't believe I'm saying this, please put some pants on, will ya?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess we wouldn't want a repeat of this morning, would we?"

"Especially with you prancing around and rubbing up against me with a sharp implement in your hands. That's a recipe for disaster."

She grabbed her bikini bottoms from her swimsuit and pulled them on, chastely keeping herself covered with the shirttails. "I guess I should think more about that Adam, I'm just so comfortable around you and Kristi that you're like family, and I don't consider it to be sexual or anything."

"Hmm. Well, thanks, I think. If you're going to think of me as family, maybe you should think of me as your lecherous old pervert uncle that always wants you to sit on his lap and wiggle around."

She laughed again, and slapped my arm. "You're so bad! Pull that stool over here and get your shirt off and we'll get you fixed up."

I did as instructed, and she laid an old towel over my shoulders to catch the clippings and got started, scissors and comb in hand. I could still clearly see her nipples through the white shirt, and lots of cleavage, but I could handle that. It was kind of nice, every guy should have a barber this hot!

Kori and I had discovered that we talked this way, when she was cutting my hair, really talked. Maybe it was because we didn't have to look each other in the face as she moved around me, or maybe the intimate, quiet setting helped. Whatever it was, we just opened up to each other and nothing was off limits. We never discussed the hows or whys, it just worked that way. Therapeutic, I think, for both of us.

Today she opened, right out of the gate. "I went by to see Kristi today, at Wendy's house. She didn't go into work today."

"Is that why you were so late getting home?"

"Yeah, I actually got done early, but I stayed with Kristi for a couple hours."

I hesitated, then "How's she doing?"

"Terrible, Adam. Awful. How do you think she'd be doing? She's devastated, she hates herself for what she did to you, and she's not too thrilled with you either. She's totally miserable."

"She's mad at me?"

"You said some pretty harsh things, you know, and called her some pretty nasty names."

That was true, I had. I didn't know what to say. "It was anger K. Just stupid anger, I never could have said that stuff otherwise. I didn't want to be the only one in the room that was hurting that bad, so..."

"Call her, Adam. Call her and tell her that you still love her. She needs to hear that."

"K, I don't know. I'm not sure I can say that. For sure not now, maybe never." 

She stopped cutting and stood in front of me, raising my chin so she could look me in the eye. "I can see that you're hurting just like she is. You're going to regret this for the rest of your life if you let this happen."

"Oh, Kori..." She gave me a hug then, warm and tender.

"You two need each other, anyone can see that. You're so good together. What about the trip to Lake Powell, maybe you two can make up with a week to relax on the boat!"

I hadn't even thought of that. Crap, that was a problem. "Oh, Kori, I'm sure we'll cancel out. Maybe you and Ron can find someone else to go with you, we'll forfeit our payment."

"No! Come on, there's like 4 or 5 bedrooms on that thing, you won't have to share one! Ron and I don't want to go alone! Oh Adam, please?"

"I'll need some time to think about that, K. I'm not sure being cooped up together on a boat would be wise at this point. We could wind up making you guys miserable, and hating each other."

"Well, OK, but promise you'll think about it. So anyhow, what did you do today?"

I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows. "You know Sue, from down the street? Well, you're not going to believe this ...." 

So I told Kori the whole tale, about Sue coming on to me, and what she claimed about her husband's fantasies and desires, and about me backing down. Well, I did omit the part about Sue catching me jerking off; some things are just a little too embarassing to share, and getting caught like that, by anybody, is one of those things.

She asked a few questions as I repeated my experience, and when I was through I said "Can you believe that? That she says her husband wants her to fuck other guys? That's amazing!"

Sue thought about it for a moment. "Maybe not. Think about it, it's just what most guys like, except carried to the extreme. You know how you like it when you walk into a room and everyone looks at Kristi on your arm? How all the guys eyes, and even some of the women's, follow her, and how that makes you feel?"

"Sure, like I've got the hottest babe in the room. It's kind of like bragging or showing off, I guess, but I'm not wanting them to screw her!"

"No, dummy, that's why it's the extreme. Rick thinks his wife is hot, and she's a great lay, she is extra hot when she's having sex, and he wants the other guy to experience that and at the end of the evening he says 'See how hot she is? Now go away, she's mine, and you can't have her, and you were just tonight's stiff dick.' Get it?"

"Not really, no. Maybe he's not real good in the sack, or a tiny cock, or a quick shooter and he wants her to experience good sex with his approval so she doesn't go find it behind his back."

I was thinking about Kristi as I said that, but I was always pretty sure she thoroughly enjoyed sex with me. I know I enjoyed her immensely. "Or maybe he just wants to watch her get laid. I guess if you took the jealousy and feeling threatened out of it that could be pretty amazing." Like most guys, I've always been a little voyeuristic, very visually oriented, so that idea was interesting.

Kori looked at me for a second. "It's kind of like karma or something for you though, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Just look at the timing. Yesterday you get blown up, your girl fucking around, and you feel threatened or inadequate. You start questioning yourself, your fragile masculine pride takes a beating..."

I interrupted her. "Oh come on Kori, I wasn't that bad."

"Adam, you're a little better today, sure, but last night you were a train wreck. I mean it! You're hurting today, but last night I was really worried about you. And so today, you have a woman practically throw herself at you and beg you to fuck her! See what I mean? Karma."

She had a point. I had been flattered that Sue had wanted me to be the one, it was an ego boost after yesterday. But that raised another question.

"Why do you suppose she chose me? I don't really know her that well, just to say hi or wave, or talk about the weather."

"Well if Rick is encouraging her to do this, like she says, he probably imagines her picking up guys in bars or on the internet or something, but they've been married, what, 10 - 11 years, maybe 12? She won't be comfortable with that. So he finally convinces her that he's serious, she starts to get a little turned on by the idea."

Kori was right about that. Sue had definitely been turned on and ready. "And then she starts to think about you, the neighbor, you're less scary, and you're tall, and handsome in a sort of worn out, weatherbeaten way..."

"You know Kori, you need to work on your compliments. If that was meant to be one, they really kind of suck."

"No, no, I mean you look sort of rugged and outdoorsy, you know, and you have a good job, and you're hung, and you have just that touch of gray here on the sides that make men look so good - which is not fair, by the way - and she thinks hey, if I'm gonna do this, he's gonna be the one."

"So then I was just a target of opportunity, because I was there? And anyhow, she had no way of knowing if I was big or small, she's never seen me naked. Well, 'til now."

"Adam, women know these things. And when you work around here in the yard and all, and wear certain things or stand certain ways, it's not that hard to tell. I'll bet she's had several orgasms fantasizing about you while she was screwing her husband, and then she worked up her nerve and made her move!"

"And I blew it for her."

"Well, maybe not. You let her down pretty gently, from what you said."

"I tried. I didn't want to hurt her." Kori was not aware that Sue had actually won the battle, sucking my cock briefly after turning me on so much and watching me cum.

"And you left the door open to screwing her sometime in the future. She'll be fantasizing about you even more thinking about that, and having seen and touched you."

"Maybe." I laughed. "She sure was wet and horny! Her damn clit was as big as the end of my thumb, like that!" I held up my right hand, thumb tip sticking out an inch. I had liked that, it had looked very suckable.

"Well just bear in mind if you ever do this that she doesn't love you, or want to run off with you. She loves Rick and the girls, and you're just a decent guy attached to a big stiff dick that she wants to have some fun with. With her husband's permission. And if a girl can't have fun with a big stiff dick, what's the point?"

She finished speaking just as Ron walked into the room. We hadn't even heard him get home. "Hmmm, I walk in and find my half-naked wife talking to some half-naked guy about big stiff dicks while she caresses his neck. What am I supposed to think about this?"

Kori kissed him, smiling. "I'm not caressing his neck, I'm shaving his neck. And I'm going to shave his balls next, so you got here just in time."

I feigned horror, quickly crossing my legs. "Woman, you are not getting near my balls with that sharp implement. I sing bass, and I intend to keep it that way. I don't know the soprano parts."

Ron stripped as we stood there kidding around, pulling on his swim trunks. "I'm gonna go take a dip, y'all come join me when you're done."

Kori stopped him. "Honey, before you go in the pool, fix us up a pitcher of something."

"Sure. What's everyone want? Daiquaris, margaritas?" The margaritas won the vote, 3 - 0, and Ron went to mix it up. A swim did sound like fun.

Kori folded up the towel to catch the hair she'd cut off, drying my neck and brushing me off a little with it. "There. You're beautiful again."

"Thanks, what do I owe you?" 

"Just give me a kiss and we'll call it even." 

"You've got it! Sounds like a win-win for me."

She pressed herself to me, giving me a long deep kiss, with some tongue.

"Wow K! What was that about?"

"Oh, I don't know Adam. You're just... I mean you just are so sweet sometimes, treating Sue so nice, and I always feel so close to you when we talk like this, just the two of us. There is one other thing you could do for me though."

I looked at her, waiting.

"You could let me call Kristi and have her join us by the pool. Better yet, you could call her."

I thought about that for a while, long enough that Kori prompted me "Well?"

"Oh, I don't know Kori. That could be a real disaster. You need to back off a little hon', and give us some space." I really did want to see Kristi. Despite my hurt and confusion I missed her terribly. After only one day.

Kori persisted. "Please? She's very lonely you know. You have us, but who does she have?"

I relented. "Oh, OK. If it gets too tough, I'll go home and let her stay. It wasn't fair of me to tell her to stay away from you guys. But you call her, I'm not ready for that."

She headed for the phone, and I wandered out to join Ron. I figured I should get a few margaritas in me to dull the pain before Kristi got there. Fortunately, I'm a very mellow drunk on those extremely rare occasions that I overdo it.



Adam's Journey Pt. 09



I joined Ron out by the pool, taking the cold glass he offered and downing about half of it in one gulp, the salton the rim burning my lips slightly. Delicious, as always.

Ron watched me finish off the margarita before speaking. "Looks like I'll have to make another pitcher. So, has Kori been working on you? I think she's as hurt by you and Kristi breaking up as the two of you are."

"What do you mean?"

"She just thinks you guys were so perfect together - which you were by the way - and she loves you both and doesn't want you to screw up your lives." 

"Well, that may already be the reality, you know? I mean, some things can't be forgotten no matter how much I might want to."

He looked at me for a moment as he salted a glass for Kori. "Has it occurred to you that maybe it was just sex, that maybe it didn't mean anything?"

"You're not serious! It was definitely sex, I don't know about 'just sex', and it meant something to me. How would you feel if it had been Kori and you had walked in on her fucking some guy?"

He didn't answer right away, he seemed to be thinking about it. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe if she was really enjoying it, and just doing it 'cause it felt good, or was lonely, or just wanted to try something different, and didn't really care about the guy too much, it might not be so bad."

I snorted "Yeah, right. And you'd be OK with that. Sure."

"Hey you know, I'm not all that well endowed like you, so I could see her wanting something a little bigger. Who could fault her for that?" He laughed. "If she'd let me watch I might just find her a guy myself, I think watching my wife get herself laid might be a real turn-on."

"You're crazy Ronnie. Anyhow, to answer your question, yes, Kori's been working on me. She's going to call Kristi and have her come over. Now, tonight."

"And you're alright with that?"

"I don't know how I feel. I guess it's OK. If not, I'll just leave and let her have you guys for awhile. She's probably pretty lonely, even with K checking up on her."

I set my glass on the counter and turned to dive in the pool, seeing Kori walk onto the patio out of the corner of my eye just before I hit the water. I swam several hard, fast laps the length of the pool before slowing for a couple of leisurely cool down laps, and then put my elbows up on the edge where I could talk to the two of them while staying in the water.

Kori was still dressed as before in one of Ron's shirts and her bikini bottoms. She handed me a fresh margarita and set hers on the edge of the pool where she could reach it, stripping off her shirt and jumping into the pool with me. She surfaced next to me, and put her arm around my shoulder. I could feel her soft naked breast and hard nipple against my side.

"Kristi said she'd be over in about 15 or 20 minutes. I hope you're OK with that." 

"Kori, you know me. I'm pretty much OK with anything a woman tells me while she's rubbing her tits all over me." I tried to make light of the situation, but was very jumbled emotionally, inside.

She pulled herself up out of the water, displaying her breasts to me, nipples jutting out hard and beautiful in the cool water. "You guys are all the same. A little bit of tit and all is right with the world."

I thought that would make a great bumper sticker, or could possibly even be a fantastic new motto for the Boy Scouts. 

I was always glad that Kori was this comfortable around me and Kristi, and that Ron wasn't jealous of her harmless flirting and tendency toward exhibitionism. He lowered himself into the pool with Kori and I, groaning as he let the water take the weight of his tired muscles.

We just kind of floated and talked for awhile, Ron eventually laying on an air mattress and drifting. Kori tried to dunk me, which she can never do by herself unless I let her, but we wound up doing a lot of touchy-feely. Usually Kori and Kristi would come at me together, and between them they could usually get me down. I was never entirely sure who I was groping or who was groping me in that situation, but it didn't matter, it was just good clean fun with friends.

It didn't feel right, her all over me and mostly naked with Ron there and Kristi not, so I pulled away and climbed out to get a refill on my drink. I was half-hard under my wet swimsuit, and it clung to me.

Kori asked for a refill, and I squatted down to fill her glass from the rapidly emptying pitcher. She reached out and slid her hand up the leg of my trunks, squeezing my cock and almost startling me into dropping the pitcher.

I muttered "Jesus, K! Don't do that!" I glanced at Ron, but he had his eyes closed, dozing as he bobbed around on his raft. She kept her hand wrapped around my cock, and I hardened.

"I'm just trying to figure out how Kristi could want something else, instead of this."

"I guess there's more to life than a big dick." I pulled away, rigid and tingling. "You'll have to ask her, she tells you everything. If you find out how I let her down, you let me know so I don't make the same mistake with my next girl, whoever that might turn out to be."

Bitter now, and some of the anger returning, my hard-on faded quickly.

Kristi picked that moment to show up, just as my hurt and bitterness were again pushed to the forefront. She walked out their back door and over near me, stopping a couple of feet away, her eyes searching my face. 

"Hi Adam." She paused, still looking at me. "I can see this was probably a bad idea."

She had always been very good at reading my mood by looking in my eyes. "No, Kristi, it's OK. I'm fine. Can I get you a drink - we've got Ron's patented margaritas, your favorite."

She smiled softly. "Sure, that would be good. How's the water?"

I watched as she tugged off her t-shirt and short blue shorts, revealing her skimpy white bikini underneath. It was my favorite of her swim suits, tiny and tight, and a wonderful contrast against her tan skin. It also allowed her nipples to show nicely, as they were now. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?

"It's nice, cool. Feels pretty good" Great, I couldn't even speak in complete sentences. Idiot!

I handed her her drink and she took a couple of sips and handed it back to me, then turned and did a running dive into the pool, making almost no splash. Lithe and gorgeous, as always. Goddammit!

I sat on one of the bar stools and watched her do a couple of smooth fast laps up and down the pool, with no wasted motion. The speed that I obtained through a power stroke she acheived with streamlined efficiency, and I loved to watch her form and grace. She eventually veered off course and under Ron's dozing, floating form, upending his raft and dumping him into the water.

He came up sputtering and cussing her good-naturedly, and then she and Kori descended on him, splashing and raising a ruckus. Soon Kori came up laughing, holding his suit aloft, before flinging it way up onto the deck near the house.

They were all laughing, and he was threatening the two of them with personal injury, but they easily stayed out of his reach.

The girls climbed out of the pool then and left him treading water, unwilling to climb out naked with everyone watching him. Of course, Kori was half naked and Kristi might as well have been in that tiny suit, but Ron was imploring me to help him out by throwing his suit back to him.

"Sorry buddy, you got yourself into this. I'd take a bullet for you pal, but if I help you they'll turn on me next, and you see how evil they can be."

He held out for several minutes, threatening them the whole time and eventually including me in his threats. He had to give up when he started to get cold. He cupped one hand over his genitals and climbed the ladder one-handed, then covered his groin with both hands as he tracked down his suit, shaking his bare ass at us as he went by.

We were all laughing uproariously at his foolishness, until I glanced at Kristi. Her back was to me, and she was bending forward, laughing so hard she had her hands on her knees and was gasping for breath. 

I saw her in that tiny suit, her long hair, wet now, and smooth muscular back and round perfect ass, her long fine legs, and my mind instantly flashed to the sight of another man's balls pressed up against that perfect ass, her perfect legs straddling him as his cock thrust deep inside of her, spilling his load. I even thought I could hear her moans of pleasure. I suddenly felt like I'd been kicked in the gut, and the air went out of me. 

When I could breathe I said "Well, I'm kind of tired. I think I'll go on home for now."

Kori grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes. 'Oh Adam, don't leave, we were just having some fun!"

"No, it's not that. I'm just kind of tired, and with the drinks..."

Kristi looked at me. "It's OK. I'll go. I shouldn't have come over. I knew it was a mistake."

"No Kristi, you stay, you just got here. I'll go. I'll talk to y'all tomorrow, don't worry, it's no big deal."

Kristi and I looked into each others eyes, into each other's face for a few seconds. I wondered if the pain was as obvious on my face as it was on hers. I walked away, across the yard and home, and knew they were all silently watching me go.

Ralph wanted out when I got home, and he headed over to the pool to join their party. He's a good swimmer, and enjoys Ron and Kori's pool, and he'd be overjoyed to find Kristi there, I knew. Traitor. 

I went in and stripped out of my wet trunks, putting on shorts and a loose fitting shirt that I left unbuttoned. Grabbing a beer from the fridge I went out on my patio and flopped down into a lounge chair, tired from my restless night, the alcohol, and the emotional roller coaster I'd been on.

It was a fairly warm night, and I must have dozed off about half way through my beer, because the next thing I knew Ralph was poking at me with his nose and licking my face. I opened my eyes to find Kristi looking down at me and discover that almost two hours had gone by.

"Sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to be sure that Ralph got home, and I really need to pick up a few of my things, if that's OK."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Take whatever you need." She was still in her skimpy suit and had just pulled a brief cover-up over it. It didn't cover up very much. "I see the old dog is pretty wet, he must have had a good time."

She smiled, and my heart ached at her beauty. "He's a great swimmer. We kept throwing the ball in for him and he kept on diving in. We had to quit or he'd still be going at it."

She looked at me again, and I could see the awkwardness written all over her. 

I hated that we were this uncomfortable and awkward with each other, it had never been this way between us before, not since the moment we first met.

We had just clicked instantly at that first moment, like we'd always been waiting for one another, and now we could hardly stand to be around each other. The tension was almost painful, like two people shuffling their feet and hoping for an excuse to leave. 

She turned away first. "Well, I guess I'll go get my stuff."

"OK, sure. Let me know if you need a hand with anything." I didn't want her to take her things from my house, to leave, but there I was, offering to help her. Just foolish pride, but what an idiot it can make of a person.

She went upstairs and I leaned back and took a slug of my beer. Warm, yuck. She came back out about 10 minutes later carrying a bunch of miscellaneous stuff - hair dryer, some clothes, a couple of books and magazines, the power cord for her laptop - an unwieldy stack. I stood to help her.

I heard myself say "Do you want a beer or something, before you go?" I'm not sure where that came from, or which of us was more surprised.

She looked at me for several seconds. "No, I should just go. If I drink any more I won't be able to drive."

Her staying at my place didn't seem like an entirely bad idea, but I didn't say so. "Well then, let me help you get your stuff to your car."

I took much of her stuff and we walked across the lawns to Ron and Kori's driveway where she had left her car. 

As she took things from me to put in her car she brushed my arms and hands with hers, and I could feel her heat and her soft skin, and smell the chlorine in her hair and the sweet feminine scent of her body. I wanted her.

She finished loading and turned to me. "Thanks Adam. Um, Adam... I need to tell you how sorry I am. It was a stupid mistake, I just never thought you'd care so much. It was just sex, he's just kind of a loose friend. He doesn't mean anything to me - not like you."

"Yeah, well... I guess maybe I'm just old fashioned. I never expected anything like that. I wasn't prepared for it."

She frowned slightly, looking at me. "But I sensed something, I don't know, I just thought it would be kind of OK."

"Nope. Not OK."

"Oh Adam. How could I have fucked up so bad?"

"I don't know Kristi, it's a good question."

We said no more, and she got in her car and drove off. I watched her go, until her taillights disappeared around the corner. Again I had let opportunities go by, and wondered why. 

Ron's voice from behind me made me jump.

"You know, I always thought you were smarter than this. You keep getting a lifeline thrown to you, but you're too fucking dumb to grab it. What are you thinking?"

I turned to find him and Kori standing there, looking at me. "C'mon you guys, it's not that easy. This is a tough deal for us, and I don't know if we can come through it. I don't see how."

Kori jumped in: "It doesn't need to be so hard, you're the one making it that way. You realize that Kristi knows that she screwed up, but she just doesn't really understand why you are so upset and angry about it."

"How could she not understand? Did she think I'd just be thrilled to have her fucking around with other guys?"

They both jumped me, Kori first. "Oh Adam, give me a break! It was one guy, and this was only the second time she'd ever been with him. And you're not entirely blameless here either, being gone all the time." Then Ron: "And you know, you've sent her a few signals that might have led her to believe you wouldn't be so against the idea - she was telling us tonight about that contest you talked her into doing."

I had never brought that up with them, it was kind of embarassing for me, but I had been thinking about it off and on that day. And somehow, Kori telling me that this had "only" been her second time with this guy really didn't help much.

Kori wasn't done. "And you're not so innocent either, you act like you've never cheated either. I suppose you've told Kristi all about Izzy?" 

Izzy is Isabella Maria Esposito, always Izzy to everyone but her grandmother and sometimes when her mother is upset with her, and I'd known her since - well, since before I had any memory of her, really.

I felt like they were ganging up on me, and I had to object. "That's not fair, Izzy is different, you know that, that doesn't count." 

Kori laughed sarcastically. "Oh, so when you're making the rules that's different. It's OK for you to cheat, and with a married woman yet, but that's OK 'cause it's you, only Kristi has to be good all the time. Jesus, Adam! What a double standard!"

Stubborn, like a petulant child, I said "No, it is diffferent. Izzy is a totally different situation."

"No, Adam, she's not. Admit it."

K was right of course, and I had felt guilty about my thing with Izzy since Kristi and I had been together, and that relationship had been on my mind several times as I castigated Kristi for her mistake. I knew full well that I was not innocent.

Izzy is a long story, and I wasn't going to bring her into this tale, but I guess I'll have to tell you about her at some point, at least a little bit, for this to make any sense.

That's for another day though, because now I have to tell you about the contest that Ron had referred to. I really did understand about how Kristi could have come away from that thinking that her being with other guys might be OK with me. I had kicked myself for that several times since that night, but I still found it arousing.

It had all started out innocently enough, we had gone out to dinner at a nice steak house in Denver while I was home one weekend, and had stopped for drinks at a little Caribbean themed club that we liked on our way home. We thought a couple drinks and a little dancing would be fun, and it was still early.

Well, this was in late March or early April, and I guess in honor of all the college spring breakers in Florida and elsewhere at that time, they had a spring break party going on and the place was really hopping. They had posters up stating that at 9:00 they were going to start a wet t-shirt contest, with a $1000 first prize.

Kristi pointed the poster out to me. "I bet you're gonna want to stay for that, huh?"

Kiddingly I answered "You bet! Especially if you're going to enter it!"

She thought that was pretty funny. 'Oh, sure! I'm going to take my almost 30 year old body on stage and show it off with all these nubile young girls. Uh-huh, right!"

There were some pretty beautiful young hard bodies in there, but Kristi was probably sexier that most, if not all of them. She doesn't have the big tits that some of these girls were sporting, but she just exudes this subtle sexiness, and her tall, beautiful form had been attracting plenty of looks from the mostly younger crowd.

I had to keep jabbing her. "No, c'mon, you should enter. You're hotter than most of these girls." 

"No way, Adam."

"Oh, c'mon! How about if I dare you?"

I should have known better than to say that. Kristi is very competitive, and when she plays, she plays hard and intends to win. She will almost always step up to a challenge.

"What's in it for me if I enter?"

I was amazed! She was actually considering it! "Well if you win you get $1,000."

"No, bub, I mean from you. What do I win?"

"Well, let's see. I could be your slave for an entire weekend, forced to obey your every command."

She smiled. "I already have that. How about I get your Shelby for a weekend, to drive wherever I want? And you buy the gas."

Yikes! She drives a tough bargain, but I couldn't back down. 

"Well, OK but only if you finish in the top three. No dogging it."

She stuck out her hand, and I shook it very formally. "Deal. But for now let's dance."

We did, and I noticed other guys looking her over. She looked very good in a short tight black skirt and a snug red and white top which displayed her breasts, nipples and all. No bra under that top, and at my request she had gone without panties too, although she frequently does that on her own. Her long dark blonde waves were the only thing that hid her tits, and that only occasionally. She was smiling a lot, and her eyes were bright and sparkling. She's just an all-around knockout.

As it rolled up on time for the contest, the DJ called all the contestants to come forward. What looked to be about 21 or 22 girls gathered near the stage, and Kristi left to join them. As she did, she said "Not too late to back out."

"Nope, a deal is a deal. Go for it." I was really looking forward to seeing this, I knew we'd laugh about it later.

She joined the other girls, all of whom looked younger than her and several of whom were very busty. One platinum blonde, in particular, looked like she might be tough competition.

They took all the girls backstage, and started hyping up the crowd for the contest. There were probably a couple hundred people in the place, mostly early twenty-somethings, and it was getting very rowdy.

It got even more so when they started to bring the girls back on stage, all of them now dressed identically in a thin white t-shirt and tight red nylon shorts that the club had provided.

Kristi was the tallest one up there by a couple of inches, and I thought the hottest, but there were some pretty girls and some dynamite bodies. This should be fun. I noticed that Kristi's nipples were standing out proudly under the thin cotton shirt, and that her shorts were so tight they looked painted on. It left little to the imagination, but Kristi just shook her hair back and kept smiling, seeming totally un-selfconscious about the guys looking at her body.




Adam's Journey Pt. 10



DISCLAIMER!!

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Now, about the story:

This is a very long and winding story which chronicles Adam's awakening to a broader sexuality and sensuality, and it explores a number of different types of relationships as it goes along. We are probably about 10% of the way there at this point. By request, I am posting longer segments, but for several personal reasons that is the best I can do. I will not be posting the whole thing at once.

This story will contain some relatively long sex-free segments; as such it is not a pure masturbation fodder type of story, but there are thousands of wonderful short stories that people have created and posted here which serve that purpose extremely well. Adam's Journey has lots of sex, but it is not all sex.

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There were a lot of girls on that stage at the beginning, and it was pretty crowded as they started splashing them with water and wetting down their shirts. The music was cranking very loudly, and several of the girls, as they got wet, started doing their thing, dancing and playing to the crowd.

The thin shirts became very transparent when wet, and there were soon a lot of beautiful breasts on display. I watched Kristi put her hands on one of the guy's shoulders as he sprayed her down with a bottle of water. She was laughing and tossing her hair back out of the spray, apparently having a great time.

The contest started, it seemed, with all the girls at once, dancing and moving around on stage and vying for space and attention from the audience. It became obvious, with the wet shirts, that some of the girls had some pretty significant implants. I'm not really a big fan of women doing that to themselves.

Some of the boob jobs were better than others, but all in all I thought the natural ones looked best. They definitely moved the best. I figured a lot of the guys didn't care, they just wanted to see the biggest tits possible, and they demonstrated that by whistling and cheering as the girls shook their boobs at the crowd.

The DJ restored order and announced that the first round would let each girl have two minutes to herself to impress the crowd, and the winners would be judged by the decibel level of the response which they were tracking. This would decide five finalists for a dance-off.

They got the girls lined up near the stage and started the first solo dance. The first girl was cute, and had a very nice body. She concentrated mostly on shaking her tits at the audience, and was not very artistic about it, but she smiled and was flirting with the guys, who were calling out various propositions to her, and she got a good response.

It went on like this, some better than others, and the crowd responded accordingly. The platinum blonde that I had noticed earlier came up about 8th, I think, and it quickly became apparent that she was or had been a stripper at some point. She had all the moves, and although they were not to take off any clothing (this wasn't a strip club, after all) she made a very good show of it and played well to the crowd. She got a very good and loud response, although the response from some of the women in the audience seemed less enthusiastic.

Kristi and I had been catching each other's eye from time to time, and she seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere and goofing around with the other girls. She came up in the 12th spot, I think, and got one of the guys to give her another splash before she came out to be sure her shirt was very clingy.

She looked at me and winked as she started, and I gave her a thumbs-up. I quickly saw that she was not going to just shake her tits at the crowd like so many before her had done. She is smart enough to realize that while her tits are very nice, and perfectly proportioned on her body, they were not as big as many of the others and she wisely chose to use all her weapons.

She started by thrusting her chest out and letting everyone see what a nice shape she had, and how her hard nipples jutted out from her tits, their rosy color showing plainly. She pulled her shirt up exposing her flat muscular tummy, and on up all the way to the bottom of her nipples so that the rounded lower parts of her breasts were fully exposed, swaying and twisting her body as she did so. She was moving very well with the music, lean, lithe, and graceful, and was getting a lot of whistles and cheers, including mine.

She flung her long blonde hair forward and looked out through it, flirting with the guys in the front row as she pulled her shirt back down, sliding her hands over her body, breasts, stomach, and down onto her thighs, then turned and bent forward, her back to the crowd, and her gorgeous tight ass and long, long legs on full display.

Her shorts, skin tight before, were now wet and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her tight round ass and beautiful pussy were clearly outlined through the thin nylon, and as she shook it at the crowd the place went crazy, yelling and cat-calling, whistling, shouts of "Marry me!" and many less decent proposals flying. She had worked her magic, and seemed a shoe-in for the finals. Even the girls in the audience had cheered her loudly, which I thought was interesting.

Anyhow, to make a long story short, it panned out that way, she made the final five, although we all enjoyed watching all this beautiful young femininity on display. It was fun, and quite inspirational, if you know what I mean.

In the final they had a 3-judge panel, one of whom was the owner of the club, one a member of the local NBA Nuggets, and one a woman that was chosen at random from the crowd. They said they just needed to have a woman on the panel.

Each girl was to get 4 minutes, and could pick her own music, and had to impress the crowd (and judges) with her, to quote the DJ, "dancing ability, sexiness, body, personality, and all-around wet t-shirt talents. Ladies, prepare to shake those titties!"

Yeah, he was a class act.

The platinum blonde had made the finals, and one very cute and very stacked little brunette with shiny hair and sparkling eyes. I could see those two being the hardest conpetition for Kristi, althought the other two girls were also very sexy and attractive.

The little brunette went first, and she was a bundle of energy, dancing to a loud fast song and shaking all she had, which was plenty. As before, there was plenty of whistling and cheering, and the raft of lewd comments, but she played well to the crowd and noise, and did a nice job. I think most of the guys were in a state of perpetual arousal, as was I.

Then it was one of the other girls, who was also good, but a level below the last one, I thought, and she was followed by the platinum blonde stripper, who did a professional and sexy job, but to me seemed a little detached from it all.

She looked pretty hot though, and got a good response. I think the judges liked her.

Kristi followed her, and she walked calmly over to the corner to request her music. She got spritzed down again, as before, and her music started up. It was very different type of music, a slow sexy Latin beat with lots of guitar, not fast and raucous like the others, and as she began to move to it I could see that she had something entirely different in mind.

Her body, long, lean, and toned, was on full display in her wet clothes, and she began to move very sinuously, in long smooth curves and graceful turns, not shaking and bouncing like the younger girls, or doing splits like the stripper. The whistles and cheers that had greeted her began to subside as everyone just watched. She caught my eye, and a soft sexy smile played over her full lips, and she began to dance just for me, holding my gaze as she moved. I was frozen, I couldn't even blink.

As she continued to move and undulate her body, staring into my eyes, she began to run her hands over herself, across her stomach and up to cup her breasts, palms flat and sliding across her hard nipples, then down her sides and onto her tight thighs, back up with her fingers on the inside of her thighs and slightly caressing her mound as she went past.

Again she turned and bent forward, legs far apart, and looked back through them at me, her pussy pressed tight against her thin shorts, begging me with her eyes to fuck her.

She had stopped dancing for the crowd and was now simply seducing us. She was using the slow music and her own seductive moves to hammer us all, and I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled, and realized that the room, other than the music, had gone totally silent, no whistles and catcalls, no cheering.

I heard someone cough, and heard a guy behind me say "Holy shit!", his expression of what we were all thinking. I was totally hard, and could not take my eyes off her, two things I seemed to share with many others.

She used the rest of the music to press her advantage, the room strangely silent as every eye followed her every move, and when the music ended the place exploded in cheers, applause, and calls for an encore. I could see that she would be driving my Shelby for a weekend, her winnings from our bet, but I didn't care. 

Kristi waved at everyone, smiling and thanking them. She was flushed with pleasure, excitement, and arousal, and seemed overwhelmed at the response she had gotten. I think she was truly stunned that she was so popular and had been so well received, and I felt a little sorry for the girl that had to follow her, who came out and did a nice, sexy dance, but she was a little bit of a letdown for the crowd, I think.

While the judges conferred the girls all went to the back and got dressed before they announced the winners, and all 5 were lined up on stage as they gave the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place finishers. The cute brunette won third and got $250 cash.

I was sure Kristi would win, and was a little surprised when they announced that she had taken 2nd, and that the stripper had won. They got roundly booed for that, so the crowd apparently agreed with me. 

Kristi seemed very happy with that though, and handled it very gracefuly and with great sportsmanship, and was smiling and bubbling as she came back to me clutching five crisp $100 bills.

Several people came over to say that she should have won, including some of the girls that had been contestants at the beginning, but Kristi was fine with it, she had really enjoyed the experience and found it very flattering to have done so well.

I was ready to go home and spend the night showing her how much I had enjoyed it, but she wanted to have one more drink to cool off, so we grabbed a booth and I got us some drinks. That was when it really started to get strange.

A guy came over and told her he thought she should have won, and how hot he thought she was. With me sitting there, he's telling her how hot she is. She smiled and thanked him, focusing her 1000 watt smile on him like she does.

Then 3 guys came over together and did pretty much the same thing, saying she got their votes, and she got ripped off, etc., and that no way that other girl looked better than her, and again, how beautiful she is.

She was totally focusing on them, giving them her complete attention and making them feel like they were the most important people in the room, which is something she does, and one thing which helps to make her so effective at her job, and they were lapping it up. They finally left, and we had a few moments alone.

"Well, you're the most popular lady in the room tonight I see."

She laughed "Oh Adam, that was fun, I'm glad you talked me into that. And I get your car!" 

I was beginning to get a little tired of guys coming over and, under the pretense of supporting her, actually hitting on Kristi with me sitting right there next to her. I thought it was time to go. "Come on babe, let's go home. I think I've shared you long enough."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Oh, so now you're jealous. This was all your idea, remember?"

"Nah, it's not that, I just got really turned on watching you and want to get you alone." I had my arm on her shoulders, and gave her a quick squeeze to demonstrate what I meant.

"Oh, Adam, I'm having too much fun to leave already, and it's still early. Can we at least dance for a little while before we go?"

That didn't sound too bad, and I could see that she was still way too juiced to call it a night. She was almost twitchy with the excitement and the adrenaline she had flowing, and I didn't want to ruin her fun. She had really enjoyed this, far more than either of us had expected, I think, and had earned the accolades. At least on the dance floor we wouldn't be sitting ducks for all the horny guys in the place.

Or so I thought. As we headed through the crush to get there several people spoke to us, mostly to her, and one guy, a good looking guy of probably about 23 or so, grabbed her arm and leaned in close to talk to her.

It's a strange dynamic in these places, if you're not used to it. The music is so loud you almost have to put your lips right to somebody's ear to be heard, and with all these guys talking to her that meant she had some stranger practically licking her neck most of the time. They didn't seem to mind, and she acted as though that was very normal.

I heard this guy say "You got jobbed!", but missed the rest of what he was saying to her. He motioned over toward the back of the room though, and I followed their eyes to where the winner, the blonde stripper, was clinging to the basketball player that had acted as a judge. He was about a 6'8" black guy that's mostly a bench warmer, but he is in the NBA.

The way she was draped on him it was pretty obvious that he either had gotten or was about to get a little something extra for his vote. I'm not sure whether that girl wanted the $1,000, the fame, or just the rumored big black cock more, but it appeared likely that she would get all three.

I thought maybe Kristi would be upset at getting ripped off, but she just threw back her head and laughed, smacking her new found admirer on the arm. He laughed too, then turned and left, and we finally made the dance floor and started to dance. I asked her what he had said to her, and she laughed again.

"He said I should have fucked the other two judges to make the contest even."

I laughed too, that was pretty clever. We danced through a couple of tunes, one fast and the next slow, and when she pressed against me I was reminded that she didn't have a stitch on under her short skirt and tight top. I was still pretty aroused from the earlier dancing, especially hers, and her warm tight body against me stiffened me right up. She noticed immediately.

"Mmm, that's nice. You'll put ideas in my head if you're not careful with that thing. All these other guys have been complimenting me, but you haven't said - did you enjoy my dance?" 

I backed up and looked at her, then took her back in my arms. "You're joking, right? That may be one of the most erotic things I've ever seen!

You looked so damn sexy and gorgeous up there. That was incredible, I'll bet there wasn't a limp dick in the building!"

I couldn't believe that I hadn't told her that - how stupid and careless of me!

She seemed very pleased by my obvious appreciation though, making me wish even more that I had said it without being prompted. She really had completely blown me away, and I had been remiss in not saying so.

"I'm so glad you liked it. I was really dancing just for you, otherwise I couldn't have done it, it would have been too embarassing."

"But you enjoyed yourself though, you don't feel bad about doing that, do you?"

"Oh god no! I loved it, and guess what, it made me really, really horny! It's the most fun $500 I ever earned!"

I had to laugh at her excitement and enthusiasm. Plus the idea of her, in her horny condition, her slick, wet, swollen pussy pressed up against my groin, mmm-hmm, it just doesn't get any better than that!

I had always known by her reactions when she would go topless around other people, or the way she would sometimes tease me by showing me her body, that she had a pretty significant streak of exhibitionism, and tonight had really fed that little kink for her.

She knew exactly how those ultra-tight shorts had displayed her pussy to a couple hundred people, especially when wet. It was a good thing that she had been sprayed down, because if the shorts had only been soaked through right at her crotch it would have been a little obvious how she felt. Although I don't think anyone would have minded.

I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. I think they had been in that condition since she first walked up on stage, and showed no signs of letting up now.

We were probably in our 4th or 5th dance when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find a fairly tall, slender black guy behind me.

"Hey man, would it be OK if I had a dance with your lady?"

I was caught off guard, but said "No, I guess that would be alright, but you'd better ask my lady."

He turned to her, smiling, and said "So how about it?"

She turned to me and raised her eyebrows as if to ask if it was OK. I shrugged. "Sure, go ahead. I have to hit the room, then I'll be over at our table."

She kissed my cheek. "Get me another drink, OK, and I'll be over in a minute." 

I saw her turn to him with her best smile turned on, her eyes sparkling, and I headed for the loo. When I came out after emptying I spotted them dancing very close together, very animated and laughing, and doing one of those body bumping dances where you rub against each other a lot.

Jealousy flared a little, partly because I knew she was horny and wearing very little, but I knew I was being silly and went to the bar to get us some drinks. It was just a dance.

When I turned away from the bar she was dancing with a different guy, a young-looking blonde guy about her own height, and I was kind of relieved. Until she danced with a third guy, then a fourth, and a fifth as the ice melted in her drink.

I polished off my own drink, my 4th of the night, and decided I had better cut back in on her before this got too crazy. Apparently she had become fair game, and had many younger admirers that knew exactly what her body looked like. Having seen her dance on stage, it was as though they all felt that they knew her!

She was enjoying this far too much, although I have to admit here that her obvious enjoyment of all this attention was making me even more horny.

As I tried to make my way back to the dance floor my arm was grabbed firmly from behind, and I turned to find a young lady that I recognized as one of the prettier contestants from earlier hanging on to me. "You look like you need someone to dance with! What do you say?"

"Uh, sure, I guess." I didn't particularly want to, I had a mission to complete.

"Oh, well there's some major enthusiasm! Thanks a lot! C'mon, relax and have some fun!"

She was right, of course, we were here to have fun, after all. "Sorry, I meant to say Wow, sure, I'd love to dance! Far be it from me to pass up a chance to dance with such a beautiful girl, I thought you'd never ask!"




Adam's Journey Pt. 11



So anyhow, that was the contest which Kristi had told Kori and Ron all about, and about how we had reacted to each other afterwards. She had left out the juicy details that I've told you about, of course, but she did tell them how aroused the evening had left both of us, and how the idea of her with these other guys pawing at her and rubbing on her seemed to have had an unusually powerful effect on me.

And about how my own arousal, partly caused by her actions with these other guys, had turned her on all the more. She had been blown away by the fact that I was turned on by her getting groped, and feeling other guys hard cocks being pressed and rubbed against her, and she wasn't even aware that I had seen the one guy actually fingering her wet pussy.

This was too much, that my friends knew that I was aroused by my woman having near-sexual encounters with other men, and I was embarassed.

Kori sensed it, and came to my rescue.

"I don't think that's all that unusual, you know. I mean, when you think about how gorgeous Kristi is, any guy would get off on watching her have sex. Shoot, I'd like to watch that myself!" 

I remembered with disgust how hard I had gotten when I had caught her in the act, how seeing her sucking a stranger's cock had made me hard, and how close I'd been to ejaculating in my pants when she'd straddled him and taken him deep inside of her. Ron and Kori could never know about that!

Ron piped up "Hell yeah, I'd sure watch her! If you guys get back together and want an audience, you know who to call. I'll even let Kori join you and I'll watch the 3 of you go. Or shoot some video! Yeah, that's a great idea..."

I could see that Ron was getting into this idea, and I had to cut him off before he went off the deep end. "Forget it Ronnie, not gonna happen buddy."

Kori laughed at her goofy husband. "Yeah, you could just watch and jerk off while Adam took turns with us, huh? Or while Kristi and I double teamed him, you'd love that!"

She was just making it worse, and I was tired of their comments.

"Come on you guys, I know we kid around about stuff like this all the time, but you're forgetting that Kristi and I aren't a couple anymore. Remember that small detail? And I don't think I'm too anxious for a menage, this isn't the time to kid around about it. I'm just not feeling much like laughing. I guess I'm just not the type that can accept that kind of cheating too easily."

"Although if I wanted to do it, you'd be my first choice K, you hot little babe you!"

I was trying to shut them up, but I wasn't really angry at them, and was trying to take the sting out of my rebuke. Kori was not about to let me get away that easily.

"Oh, Mr. Noble here! You can't accept cheating and yet you've been banging a married woman for what, ten years? Eleven? And even before that, when she was engaged. And you were married part of that time too, remember? Don't act so damn self-righteous Adam, we're your friends and we love you to death, but we know you better that that, so get off it."

"Kori, don't beat me up about Izzy, I told you, that's different."

Kori wouldn't cut me any slack. "It is different Adam, it's way worse. You care about Izzy, you even admit you love her. Kristi didn't give a shit about this guy, she just felt like getting laid and he was a convenient stiff dick. You know she could pick up a different guy every night if she wanted to, but this was the only time she's done it since you two met."

"How do you know that?"

"Because she told me Adam, and I believe her. She'd have no reason to lie to me, and besides, she can't. She's a terrible liar, you know that. Hell, she can't even bluff at poker!"

Ron had been staying out of this, letting his wife thump me, but now he joined the fray on her side. "Yeah, I've been trying to get her to play strip poker with me, but she's too smart, she knows she'd lose."

"Right Ronnie. Or maybe she just doesn't want to take a chance on seeing you naked, did you ever think of that?"

"Oh ouch! It's a good thing I'm not easily offended!"

Kori had a good point, and I wanted to believe her about Kristi. I knew that Kristi could get picked up any time she wanted to, and in fact was quite adept at turning guys away without hurting their feelings. 

The first time I had realized that, we'd been dating for about 7 or 8 weeks. We were at the grocery store picking up stuff for a dinner I'd promised to fix for her. Just simple stuff, the makings for a salad, a couple of nice thick steaks, a couple of potatos to bake, and a few other items that were on my list. I already had a good bottle of Cabernet at home to go with the steaks.

We were in the produce aisle getting the potatos and the salad stuff when I remembered that I was about out of salad dressing. I left her there, collecting what we needed, while I ran back several aisles for it.

When I returned she was standing, one hand on our cart, talking to a guy whose pose closely mimicked her own. He was tall, about my height, and probably about her age, with curly blond hair. Good looking I guess, if your taste runs to the hotdog ski bum type.

It took me about 2 seconds to realize that this was the classic grocery store pick-up attempt. Hell, I've used it myself, so I recognized what was happening. I bristled, and stalked toward them, fully prepared to defend my harem of one.

As I got close, Kristi saw me and smoothly averted a confrontation. "Oh Adam, you're back. This is Tim, he saw the steaks you got and was just telling me about a great little steak house downtown."

Yeah, I'll just bet he was. He was probably getting ready to invite her to dinner at that great little steak house, if he hadn't done so already. It's what I would have done.

I stopped, just off Kristi's shoulder, betwen her and him. "Yeah, well that's OK if you're feeling lazy I suppose. I generally like to grill 'em myself, that way I know they're perfect. But remember the name of the place, maybe you and me can try it sometime if we're out slumming. Thanks for the suggestion, Tim."

He could see that the situation had gotten tense, and we mumbled our goodbye's as he took his leave.

We watched him go around the end of the aisle, and Kristi turned to me with a sly smile. "Wow! That was weird. Another second or two and I think you were going to start pissing on the racks around me to mark your territory."

My hackles were still up, and I couldn't yet see the humor in it. "What an asshole. Hitting on you while you're here shopping with me."

"Adam, he didn't know I was with anyone. He took a shot, you can't fault him for that." 

She was right in the sense that if I saw her there alone I would have certainly tried to meet her. Nonetheless, I could absolutely fault him for it. "Yeah, well he should be more careful, you know?"

"Adam, honey, I know how to deal with that. You don't have to defend me you know. I'm a big girl, he's not going to steal me away."

"Still, it pisses me off a little bit."

She smiled up at me. "I can see that. But don't worry, I've been dealing with guys like him since I was thirteen, I can handle it."

That knocked me back a little bit "Thirteen? Really? That's amazing. I guess us men are pigs, huh?"

"Well, it was mostly high school guys then, but I developed early and outgrew my gangly, awkward stage, so they thought I was older." She smiled. "I was kind of insecure, so I found it very flattering. But the point is, I learned how to gently push them away. I know the best ways to handle it."

Since that episode I have seen it happen again and again, with minor variations, throughout our relationship. I had thought that when I put the ring on her finger it would let up some, which is probably one of the reasons I had splurged on a fairly large diamond, but it didn't seem to slow the assault very much. Guys are horndogs around a beautiful woman, but I had learned to trust her to turn away all the offers. Until now. Now everything had changed. 

I returned my attention to Ron and Kori:

"I know Kori. I know you're right, but why now? What did she see in this guy? Where did I let her down?"

"Adam, honey, it's not like that. I think she just wanted to try someone different for the excitement, the novelty, you know? A lot of us are like that, I think, men and women both. We get wrapped up in the excitement of the moment and end up doing something dumb. Most affairs probably start that way. She says she was thinking that she would tell you about it, pretend it was just a fantasy she had made up, and see if it turned you on."

It probably would have, as a fantasy. I think we all knew that.

"That's crazy K, this was no fantasy."

"She knows that now. Adam, she knows she screwed up big time. Go over there, talk to her. Let her apologize to you, and maybe she can explain. But you be fair, you be honest with her, and tell her about Izzy. She's hating herself right now, and you're just coasting along when you're as bad or worse than she is. I know you Adam, you're too big a man to let her keep hurting like this, and to keep lying to her." 

I could only hang my head. Kori was right again, as she so often is, but I was ashamed about Izzy. Well, not about Izzy per se, I think the world of her, but ashamed that I was hiding it from Kristi, and cheating on her, and causing Izzy to cheat on her husband and three boys, and too afraid to admit to Kristi the whole tale. Because I knew she'd want me to promise to never see Izzy again, and I couldn't do that. Izzy is too big a part of my life, and has been since birth, essentially. 

After I had watched Kristi drive away that night, and Ron and Kori had stopped by and made me feel like such an ass, I did a lot of thinking. If my friends' goal had been to make me suffer for my own guilt in the current situation, they had succeeded.

I had undoubtedly given Kristi a number of signs that the idea of her fucking other men turned me on. I never realized how many times I had led her to this conclusion until I looked back over them all at once, and then I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my own perversion.

Had I not caught her in the act, and she had told me the story as a fantasy, or as an experience she'd had before we met, I would most certainly have been extremely aroused by her story. But the fact that I had caught her, that I had actually seen her not only fucking another guy, but obviously enjoying it, changed everything.

Or did it? I remembered with considerable shame how hard I had been even as I was throwing things around and roughing up her lover. I also remembered that I had cum later that evening just from thinking about Kristi taking his hard cock inside of her, thinking about how his semen had gushed out of her.

I had to admit my own responsibility, my own culpability for her actions. Kori had suggested that I go over and talk to her, and she was right, I needed to. I needed to go talk to Kristi.

I decided I'd walk over to Wendy and John's house where Kristi had holed up. It's only a few blocks away, and I could use the time to clear my head and allow my emotions to settle, and even for a littleof the arousal to subside. Every time I think about her having sex with someone else this seemed to happen. Very sick, I wished I could control it.

As I got closer to their house, my feet started to drag. I had no idea what I was going to say, and I dreaded the discomfort and awkwardness that would be between us. I was relieved to see only her car in the driveway. I had been afraid that maybe she'd have another man in her bed again tonight.

I stood on their front sidewalk and looked at the house. It was completely dark, apparently I had been too slow and Kristi had gone to bed. As I turned to go back home, a light flicked on in the upstairs bathroom window. I steeled myself and walked up to the door and rang the bell.

I waited a moment before an interior light came on downstairs, then the light over my head on the front porch. Kristi opened the door and stood looking at me, surprised.

"Adam. What are you doing here?"

Not a particularly warm welcome, but a legitimate question; I wondered about that myself. "Hi Kristi. Kori thought we should talk, so I came over."

"So Kori thought that, huh? What do you think, Adam?"

"I think Kori is right. Can I come in?"

She stepped back and motioned for me to come in, seeming a little surprised to realize she had not invited me in on her own. I followed her to Wendy's family room, noticing how nicely the short t-shirt she was wearing hugged her curves, and how it was barely long enough to cover her firm ass. Her soft blonde waves moving over her shoulders as she walked, and the sweet scent of her almost made me stumble over my own feet. God, how I wanted this woman!

I sat on their sofa and she took the chair across from me. Just this simple act spoke volumes about the gulf between us. Normally we would be together on the sofa, or in a chair or recliner, holding, touching, feeling and exploring each other. We could never get enough of touching each other. Even when she would sit astride me with me deep inside of her and just slowly move her hips, fucking me slow and gentle, our hands and tongues were always busy exploring, finding new places and new sensations. The six feet between us now felt like six miles.

We looked at each other, each waiting for the other to begin. Finally Kristi said "Well?"

"I... I guess I don't really know where to begin Kristi. Isn't that horrible? I didn't think the day would ever come that I wouldn't know what to say to you. I mean talking to you has always been so easy, so natural, ever since we met, and now..."

"Oh Adam! I know, it's so awful! All of my plans and dreams for the future had you in them, and now I don't know, and it's all such a mess, and it's all my fault!"

I knew she was wrong, it was not all her fault, and I couldn't let her go on thinking that. "Kristi, tell me, and be honest. Did I do or say anything that made you feel like it would be OK for you to have sex with other men? Is there something that made you believe that, or is this just something you wanted to do?" 

She looked at me for a moment, then down at the floor as she considered her answer. She was looking me straight in the eyes as she said "Both, I think. You always get so turned on when I tell you anything about my past sex life, and the more graphic detail I give you the more aroused you get. I guess that made me think you kind of liked the idea."

I couldn't deny what she said. Whenever she would tell me of a past sexual experience it was like some sort of exquisite torture, my extreme arousal at hearing her words mixed with the pain of picturing somebody else fucking her and my shame at my uncontrollable arousal and rock hard erection.

On several occasions I had cum as she described another's cock cumming in her mouth or on her face, or breasts, or deep in her pussy. She was fully aware of how her stories affected me, but she had made it seem such a natural part of our sex play that I had never been embarassed about it with her, until now.

I had to be as honest with her as she was with me. "Um, Kristi? This is tough for me to admit, but when I caught you fucking him, even though I was mad and hurt, it turned me on."

"Really? It did? It made you hard?"

"Oh yeah, it did that for sure. You don't know it, but I actually walked in while you were sucking his cock, and I couldn't look away, I couldn't talk, nothing. I was so angry, just furious, but I just stood there and watched, and got hard, and then when you got on him and started fucking him, oh man!"

"What, Adam? Tell me!"

"Oh Kristi, I don't know! I think I stopped breathing for awhile, and I could see his cum on you, and running out, and I was so turned on I thought I was going to cum in my pants. Is that pitiful or what? What a piss-ant excuse for a fiance or boyfriend or whatever. If I had any balls I would have thrown you both out naked instantly, or grabbed a gun or something, I don't know."

There. It was out in the open, and she knew how ashamed I was, and I didn't have to feel like I was being dishonest with her. Or at least not about that particular topic.

"So? you must think I'm pretty pitiful, huh? Getting turned on while my woman cheats with another guy, right in front of me. Pretty sorry SOB, huh?"

"Adam, just stop it. It's not that weird, I don't think. I think a lot of guys like the idea of seeing their woman, or wife or whatever fooling around with other men. It's sex, and guys get turned on seeing sex. You guys are such voyeurs! Well, so are a lot of women but we don't admit it as easily. If you can just accept that, it will be easier for you."

"OK Kristi, I know you too well. What are you trying to say?"

"Oh Adam, OK, here it is. I'm a one-man woman, I really am, and you're that man. Or I thought you were, I want you to be, but I'm not sure I'm a one-cock woman."

I was taken aback, and I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain.

"I love cocks Adam. I like fat one and thin ones and big ones and small ones. Well, OK, not too small, 3" is just useless, but normal sized ones. I love your cock, so long and thick, you're probably the biggest or second biggest I've ever had, but I like the variety of different ones too, almost like I need it."

"So you've been doing this all along, the whole time we've been together? Are you some kind of sex addict or something?" I was shocked, to say the least.

"No, no, absolutely not, this was the first time I've strayed since we met, but it was killing me, especially when you were gone. I'm used to lots of sex, and you're great at that, but, well, no offense but you're always the same, and a lot of the time you're not there. I love the sex with you, and I love you, but sometimes I want a long skinny dick, or to play with a soft foreskin with my tongue, or to suck a short fat one, or someone that doesn't spurt so hard when he cums, that just floods me with cum. Or somebody that just fucks different. It's exciting for me. Don't you ever just want that?"

In truth I really hadn't, not since I met Kristi. I knew what she meant though, I have been with enough different women to know just what she meant. I always marveled at how different just Kristi and Izzy felt, and tasted, and the different sounds they make as they reach orgasm, and how differently they respond to my touch. Variety is very exciting. 

So OK, she just did what I had been doing, except it sounded like she meant to continue and even expand her activities. I hadn't heard any repentance in her words, or any hint that she felt she could quit even if she wanted to.

I was going to have to decide how to deal with this, or if I even could. I should have told her then about Izzy, it was the perfect opportunity to open up and share my own weakness, my own ugly truths, but I wasn't ready for that yet. It was cowardly, but I remained silent.



Adam's Journey Pt. 12



"So, Kristi, Where do you propose we go from here?"

"I don't know, Adam. Do you think you could ever accept the idea that I like to have sex with other men?"

Truth be told, I was sitting there rock hard just from listening to her talk about it. My body was obviously more than willing to accept the idea, but emotionally, mentally, I was not at all sure that I could. Or that I wanted to.

"Oh, babe, I don't know. That's a pretty big thing to come to grips with. I mean past experiences, sure, no problem, we knew we each had a past. And the fantasy is fun, but hearing about current experiences and knowing you were doing it..."

I stopped, not sure where to carry that thought. "What if I say no, I can't accept it? Where does that leave us? You say you love me, and I know I love you, and we're supposed to get married, but this...what now?"

"You know Adam, it doesn't have to be such a big thing. Just think about sex as fun, as a recreational activity, and don't attach so much importance to it. Sex and love may be tied together, but they're not always the same thing. I do love you, and I do want very much to marry you if you'll still have me, but I'm not sure I can stop wanting other men - just for the sex, the variety and excitement though! Adam, I don't love them you know.

I just looked at her, not quite believing what she was saying. Apparently she wanted other cocks more than she wanted to marry me. If she wasn't so damn beautiful, and sexy, and sweet, and smart, and everything else I wanted and needed in my life I would have walked out. Except I knew I would never find anyone else that was so close to perfect for me. As it was I couldn't seem to make myself get up and leave, and so I sat there and looked at her, and felt like I died a little inside.

She must have seen the pain in my eyes, and she moved over next to me and put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my thigh, her face close to mine. She felt so warm, and smelled so amazing. I wanted her, I couldn't help myself.

"You know how when I tell you about my past sexual experiences and it turns you on so much, you do know that your arousal and excitement turns me on too, don't you? When I tell you about giving a blow job to a guy and your cock gets so hard like it does, it makes me really wet. You know what my fantasy is?"

I could only croak out a soft "No."

She got very close to my ear, and spoke in a soft whispery voice. "I want to tie you naked to a chair, facing the bed, then bring another guy in and strip him, right in front of you, and kneel down and take his soft cock in my mouth while you watch."

I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and her long hair trailing over my arm. Her right breast was against my arm, and I could feel her hard nipple every time she moved. My heart was hammering, and I couldn't speak.

"Then while I sucked him and got him hard your dick would get all huge and hard, but you couldn't move. I'd make him take my clothes off, slowly, then I'd bend over in front of you and show you how wet my pussy was, and we'd both look at you, tied up and helpless, your cock sticking straight up."

She ran her hand up my thigh and touched my cock, which was every bit as hard as she described. "See. This isn't so bad, is it? Maybe you would find out that you really liked it as more than just a fantasy."

She continued to softly run her fingers over my cock, and I was afraid I would further embarrass myself by cumming in my pants any second.

"Kristi, stop this. I don't think this is a good idea, and I find the whole thing totally repulsive. I don't want you to fuck other guys, I don't want to be tied up, and I don't want to watch you, and that's the bottom line."

She didn't pull away as I expected. Instead, she continued to torture me, and touch me, knowing I would not be able to resist.

"Your mouth is saying no, but your cock is saying 'Please, more!' Do you want me to suck it for you?"

God yes, of course I wanted her to suck it! "No, I don't want you to suck me. Now please stop." She didn't.

"So, now with you all tied up and hard, and him thick and hard, and me all wet, what happens next? Hmm, should he take me doggy style? Or maybe I'll just lay on my back and he can put my legs up over his shoulders while he pounds it into me and you can watch his balls slap on my ass. Or I could push him back and ride him, so you could see his cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. What do you want me to do next? Tell me."

"Kristi, please..." The front of my shorts were a tent over my hard cock, and a wet spot was showing where cum was leaking from me. She slid her hand up the open leg and squeezed my balls.

"You're not going to cum in your pants, are you? Because that blow job offer is still open. Let's see, where was I? Oh yeah... I think I let him do me doggy style, holding my hips and shoving his hard cock deep inside of me. You watch, your cock leaking like it is now, and you hear me cum again and again, then you hear him groan as he starts to cum, deep inside of me, and you see his cock twitch, and pump spurt after spurt of his thick white cum into me, way up inside. Adam, are you about to cum?"

I was, very soon, but I lied. "No, I'm not going to cum. I have to leave now though, I need to get home. Please Kristi, I really should go."

"Baby, you can't walk home with your cock sticking out like that. Besides, I haven't told you the best part. After he cums in me I get up, and I come over to you. You can see the cum running down my thighs as I straddle you, and you don't want it on you but you're tied up still and can't move. You're helpless!"

She touched my hair, then my neck. 

"Slowly, very slowly I lower myself down onto your enormous erection, until my cum covered pussy is just brushing you, then until the head of your cock is just slipping between my lips and his cum is running down your shaft."

Her fingers touched my cock and it was over, I was cumming violently in my pants. She knew, and started squeezing and stroking me hard, drawing gasps and groans, and gushes of cum from me. "Oh Kristi, oh my god! Oh fuck, unhhh!"

"That's it baby, just cum, cum hard, oh yes, oh good baby, just look at you! You needed that, didn't you? That's it, just think about your cock pushing deep in my cum-filed pussy and get it over with, that's it."

She laughed, looking down at the still growing puddle of cum soaking through my shorts, as her hand continued to squeeze and pump my thick shaft.

"God, your cock is hard as a rock! Are you ever going to stop cumming?"

"Oh, god, I don't know! Oh, please stop, stop!" Despite the fact that cum continued to pump from me, I was in that post-orgasm phase where my cock becomes ultra-sensitive, and her touch was near painful.

"No, not 'til you're all done. Am I driving you crazy? Is this too intense for you?" She pumped me for several more seconds, as my body spasmed uncontrollably. Finally I quit oozing out semen and she released me. I collapsed, limp and spent, back into the chair, taking a shaky breath. "Sweet lord! Oh my god, I think you killed me!"

She laughed again, and I loved the sound. "God Adam, look at you!. I've never seen you cum like that, your pants are soaked, my hand is covered, it's all over you. That was amazing. Apparently you really like the idea of me fucking other men while you watch, huh?"

"Oh Kristi, listen, that was a fantasy. Fantasies and reality are two totally different things. I could never watch you do something like that, I wouldn't want to. I'd just die inside I think." I remembered the gut punch I'd felt when I'd seen her the previous day.

Her face fell. "Oh Adam, I hoped that maybe..."

"Kristi, we need some time, or I do, to sort through this. I just don't know how to deal with it."

She stood and turned her back to me. "I'll get you a towel and see if I can find some dry pants for you to wear home. Will John's stuff fit you?"

I could tell she was disappointed, or maybe even a little angry.

"Probably not." I told her to look for something with elastic or a drawstring waist, I'm bigger than John. As she left the room, I stood and began to pull off my cum-soaked pants. 

She returned as I was trying to use my pants to wipe off some of the mess. She had a small towel and a pair of bright blue nylon running shorts, which she handed to me, and then stood back and watched me try to clean myself up a little bit.

Oddly, I felt very self-conscious standing there mostly naked as she watched me. I mean, this was Kristi, one of only two women on earth with whom I've been able to be completely intimate and open, and I thought even totally uninhibited, and yet now I was embarrassed that she had made me cum so easily and was staring at my nakedness as I tried to recover a little dignity. I quickly pulled on the shorts, which were, as expected, much too tight.

John is about 5'10, but slender, maybe 165 lbs soaking wet, and these shorts probably fit fairly snugly on him. 

Kristi smiled at my discomfort.

"Those are nice. It looks like you stuffed potatoes or something down the front of your pants."

That made me smile too, and eased the tension. "Thanks. Are you sure there wasn't maybe something a little larger in his closet?"

"Nope. Everything else either buttons or zips, you'd never get them closed."

"Swell. Oh well, thank god it's dark out. I'd better get home." I turned toward the door.

"Adam? Stay a little longer - we should talk."

"I don't know, I should probably go."

"Please Adam? We've always been able to talk to each other. At least give me a chance to talk to you. Here, give me your shorts, I'll wash them with some of my stuff and get them back to you."

Reluctantly I gave in, and held my cum-soaked shorts out to her. She took them and held them up, shaking her head at how soaked they were.

"That's just incredible. You just exploded all over. Did it feel as good as it looked like?"

I had to admit that it did. "Yeah, it was very intense. Almost painfully so. You know they say there's a fine line between pain and pleasure, and that was right on the line. I kind of feel like I'm still aching a little bit."

"It made me really horny too, seeing you do that."

I knew that it would have. Kristi can't see, touch, or suck a cock without getting all creamy inside. Part of me wanted to go down on her and taste her arousal, but another part kept seeing that stranger's cock thrusting and squirting inside of her, and his cum dripping out of her, so I resisted the urge to put my tongue in her pussy. Besides, I was still trying very hard to be angry and upset with her.

When I failed to respond to her veiled invitation to help her with her arousal problem she took my shorts down the hall and tossed them into the laundry room. I was standing in the same spot when she returned.

"Sit Adam. Let's talk."

We took the chairs opposite each other again, so that we could look each other in the eye as we talked. As I tried to sit, the tight shorts crushed my balls in a vise-like grip. I groaned and tried to adjust, but it didn't help much.

Kristi noticed my discomfort. "Why don't you take those off? You look miserable. You can put them back on before you leave you know."

She was right, and if I was going to sit there very long there was no other alternative. I quickly stripped them off and sat, putting the slightly semen-dampened towel over my lap. She had the nerve to laugh at me.

"Since when are you so modest around me?"

"Kristi, can we just talk, please?"

"OK." She paused, and we just looked at each other. She's so goddamn beautiful it hurts me. I can't imagine my life without her there, with me, every day. I didn't want to live the rest of my life in a monochrome world, but she brings the light, and the colors, and the warmth and laughter, and now it's all screwed up. I feel close to panic. Maybe an anxiety attack feels like this, I don't know.

"Adam, what are we going to do? I don't want to lose you, I can't. I need you."

Stupid stubborn ass that I am: "You should have thought of that before..."

"I know Adam, I know! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what else to say. I should have told you - I would have, I didn't want you to find out like that. I fucked up bad and I know that, but haven't you ever made a mistake? Don't I even get a second chance?" Her eyes filled with tears.

She made a valid point. I've been known to make mistakes. A lot lately, it seemed like. And she was crying, which always makes me weak. 

"Of course Kristi. I love you, god I love you so much, I won't deny that, but that's why it hurt so bad, and then you tell me that you don't know if you can stop having other men, or if you even want to - what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to think? Tell me."

She pulled her feet up onto the edge of her seat and wraped her arms around her legs, leaning her head against her knees and crying softly. Her long blond hair trails down over her arms, and, perfectly framed between her ankles, her smooth, naked pussy draws my eyes like a magnet.

I knew that her short t-shirt would do this to me eventually, but is it wrong for me to notice the slick wetness of her arousal when she is so obviously hurting, and I am trying so hard to push her away?

Without raising her head she says softly "Adam, couldn't you just try to be open-minded, just try it? Look how aroused you get - your body is open to the idea, try listening to your body and open your mind, you might find that you really like it." 

I have the sneaking suspicion that she knows exactly what her pose is doing to me, that the view of her beautiful pink pussy is not just a coincidence, is not accidental. No matter, my cock tries to stir despite the recent action, and fireworks start in my groin.

"Kristi, do you really think I would come to enjoy knowing that you were actually fucking other men? Do you really, actually, think that?"

"Well, you wouldn't have to just know about it. I really do want you to watch me do it, or even join in, that would really be exciting for me. Wouldn't you like to see me suck a cock and then have it cum in me while you watched? I know you'd get hard and horny, and we could do it after, all night. That guy would just be the warm-up, the appetizer, but you'd be the main course. They could cum and go, but you'd stay with me, always."

"There's a whole world of sexuality out there Adam, it's one of the most basic human needs. We could go explore it together if you like. Please Adam, will you just think about it?"

I knew I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. I was getting hard again, and I'm sure she knew it. I don't know why my body and my mind just don't seem to be on the same wavelength, but it's tearing me apart.



Adam's Journey Pt. 13



I really didn't want to talk about this anymore, not just then. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, to try to figure things out. I knew there was something I had to do before I left though, if I expected to be able to ever sleep well again.

"Kristi?"

She raised her head and looked at me, her eyes clouded with hurt and doubt.

"Honey, I need to tell you how sorry I am for the things I said to you last night, the names I called you. That was stupid, and childish, and I'm sorry." 

She just looked at me for a moment, tears streaking her beautiful face. "Thanks for that Adam, but I know I deserved it. It was stupid and selfish to do what I did, and it wasn't fair to you. I wanted to tell you, but didn't know how."

"Nobody deserves the things I said to you. It was cruel, but I was so angry, and hurt..."

"Well, at least you didn't hit me. I wouldn't have blamed you if you did. Although that might have hurt less than the things you said."

I was stunned to hear her say that. Now I really felt horrible. "Oh Kristi, for God's sake, don't say that! I would never hurt you in any way if I was thinking straight, and I would never, ever hit you, it was just the anger coming out, I had to try to make you hurt like I was. If I was a better man I'd have just turned and walked away, you know?"

She thought about that for several seconds, our eyes searching each others faces. "I wouldn't have known what to think if you had done that. I guess I would have figured you didn't care enough to fight for me. I guess what you did, the yelling and rage, roughing him up and all, it was scary and it hurt, but I knew you cared, that you loved me. Is that too strange?"

I sighed. "This whole thing is strange. It's sure not something that I ever thought I would have to deal with. Anyhow, please know that the things I said, the names - I don't really think those things. And I do love you still, despite everything. I just don't know if I can take you on your terms. I need some time to think." I stood and began to pull on the too-tight shorts. "I should probably head for home. Ralph will be wondering where I am." Ralph really didn't give a crap where I was, but he would be missing Kristi.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" She had fresh tears running down her cheeks, and I was pretty sure she didn't want me to leave. I had to.

"Nah, Kristi, it's only a couple of blocks, and it's a nice night. Besides, I'd never get into your car in these pants without castrating myself." They were uncomfortably tight in the crotch, and I kept shifting. It didn't help.

"Well, then can I walk with you? I need to pick up something at your house."

I wished she'd said OUR house instead, like it had been for months now, but we adjust. "Um, yeah, that's fine I guess. Are you going to be OK walking back home alone?"

"Well, I've never been afraid to go out at night in this neighborhood before. I'm fine with it." She dried her eyes on her sleeve, and began to slip her sandals on.

"Uh, baby, are you going to walk outside like that, with no pants on?"

She pulled up the hem of her short t-shirt and looked at her own nudity, as did I, her sweet pussy framed between her thighs. She was genuinely surprised. "I completely forgot I had taken my shorts off. I guess I was about to get in bed when you got here. Have I been flashing you all night?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I'm sorry about that."

Now it was my turn to laugh at her. "Really hon' it's quite all right. Your body is not something that's hard to look at, so no apology needed. I just thought you might not want to go turning on all the guys in the neighborhood is all. I mean you may want to fuck them all, but if I am ever going to be able to do this we will have to start slow, with one at a time, OK?"

She grabbed a tight pair of stretch terry shorts, pink, from the laundry room and pulled them on. "Do you really think you might? Be OK with it, I mean?"

"Oh, Kristi, I don't know. I'm just trying to find a little humor in this. I guess that was a pretty weak joke, huh?"

"No. It's good you're joking. That's more like you."

We went outside and down the street, not touching. That was different, we always touched each other. We did talk though, just about stuff, not any more about our current situation. Sports, food, work, friends - normal stuff. It was nice, talking, and the distance went by too quickly.

At my house she spent several minutes hugging and loving up Ralph. I was jealous, and he about wore out his tail wagger motor. She disappeared upstairs to get whatever she had come to pick up. I heard her dresser open and close, and she soon came back carrying only the big black life-like dildo we had gotten for her.

"That's what you walked all the way down here to get?" I was surprised.

"Well, I told you I was horny and you chose not to take the hint, so..."

"Kristi, I just didn't think it was right, not knowing what will happen to us. Can you understand that? I shouldn't have even let you tell me that story and, well, you know." 

"Yes, I do know, and that's why I'm so horny, because of you. But me and King Dong here will be just fine, so don't worry. And Adam? Try not to attach so many strings to sex. I mean it feels good, right?"

I agreed.

"Then why not just relax and enjoy it? It's supposed to be fun, not make you mad and guilty, and upset."

She is wise, but it's not going to be that easy, not for me. I wasn't raised that way, and had always tied sex to intimacy and love.

She walked toward the door, swinging her toy. This thing is huge, as big around as me or a little more, and a couple of inches longer, with a purplish head and bulging veins. Very realistic.

"You're not going to just walk down the street carrying that like that are you? Out in the open? You want a bag or something?"

"No, we'll be fine. If someone tries to jump me or something I can always use it as a club. Or turn the tables on him and shove it up his ass, that would be justice served."

"Do you want me to walk you part way?" 

"No, I'm fine. You look tired, go to bed. But Adam? Can we talk again, before you have to go back to the site? We need to talk, and decide about Lake Powell and all, and about us."

"I know. You're right, we do need to talk, but give me a day or two, OK?"

"Sure. Call me?"

"I will. Goodnight. Be careful, and enjoy the King."

"I'm sure I will. I hope Wendy has some lube there."

I snorted. "Since when have you ever needed any extra lube?"

"Smart ass. Sleep good. Call me."

I didn't think I'd sleep at all, thinking about our future, or if we'd have one together, or imagining her with other men. Or just knowing that she was going to be sliding that enormous black cock into her tight pussy, all hot and slick as she drove herself to orgasm, no doubt fantasizing about some enormous black man fucking her brains out.

I was wrong. My head hit the pillow and I was gone, out like a light. I was totally drained, emotionally and physically, and I slept like the dead. 

I woke the next morning to a god-awful racket and an earthquake hitting my bed. It absolutely scared the shit out of me, and started the day with an enormous adrenaline rush. Turns out it was an earthquake named Kori, aided and abetted by Ralph, both jumping on the bed alongside of me with her yelling for me to wake up while he barked and carried on in excitement.

When I got my eyes back into my head I fell back onto my pillow with a groan. "Good Lord K, don't ever do that again! I could have had a heart attack or something!"

She was laughing so hard at my reaction that she couldn't even choke out an insincere apology, and gave up trying.

I rolled onto my back, putting my arm across my eyes to block the light streaming in the window. The sun was apparently well into the sky. "What do you want, woman? What time is it?" I am not always a morning person, especially when woken suddenly.

"Well, I wanted to find out if you talked to Kristi last night, and how that went if you did, but now I see something I want even more. Oh, and it's almost 8:30."

Without even moving my arm I knew what she was talking about. I had the usual morning wood, and had unthinkingly rolled onto my back, and with me being naked under the bedsheet it made a pretty obvious tent. I groaned again. "Oh c'mon Kori, it's too early to have that discussion again."

"I think it's nice. Is it in my honor?"

"I hate to burst your bubble K, but it's just morning wood like all guys get. It's probably been like that for an hour. Can we not talk about my cock for once?"

She stuck her lip out. "I'd rather ride it or suck it than talk about it anyway." She reached over and gripped me through the sheet, slowly jacking her hand up and down my hard shaft. It felt incredibly good, and I got harder. But still, Ron is my best friend, and I had gotten pretty used to defending myself from his horny wife.

I grabbed her arm and disengaged her hand from me. "Kori, no. We're not doing this." I didn't really think she'd ever follow through anyway, but I knew she delighted in teasing me, and seeing me get all flustered.

"Oh come on Adam, you're just wasting a really nice hard-on."

"Yeah, and you're Ron's wife, and you are supposedly worried about Kristi and me - why don't you go down and see if I have anything we can have for breakfast while I grab a quick shower?" I gathered the sheet around me to stand up, but as I stood she yanked the sheet out of my hands and I wound up standing in front of her, bare-ass naked, with my cock sticking out obscenely in front of me. I stood with my hands on my hips, facing her while she looked at me. Mostly at my woody. "Are you happy now?"

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Not as happy as I could be..."

I just shook my head. "To the kitchen you brazen slut. You're what we call a cock-tease! I'll shower and be down in a couple of minutes."

She trailed out of the room, my finely trained guard dog (hah) following her. I watched her go, admiring the bulge of her breasts in the side view, and the sway of her ass. I'll bet she is a really hot little fuck, she is so uninhibited about what she wants. I stroked my erection a few times, thinking about it. It felt pretty good. I showered, keeping the water cool, then toweled off and put on shorts and a t-shirt to work around the house. I just ran my hand through my hair to get it where I wanted it, then headed down to join Kori.

I don't know how she did it with my meager pantry, but she had put together some great omelettes, peppers, onions, cheese, ham, the works. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her, kissing her neck. "Smells great K. Did I have all this stuff, or did you run over to your house and raid the fridge?"

"Mmmm. More neck nuzzling please. No, you had it all, and it looked fresh. Kristi must have shopped before you got back. Pour us some coffee please, and there's OJ if you want it."

I got us both coffee and juice. Maybe Kristi had been planning on cooking for her boyfriend, since I wasn't due home for a couple of days. Nah, that was stupid, I wasn't going to think that way. 

Kori and I sat and talked as we ate. She really had oudone herself on whipping up breakfast on short notice, and I told her so. "This is great stuff K, really good. Where's Ronnie this morning? He'll be sorry he missed this."

"He's meeting with a buyer, he thinks he found someone to buy that Citation he's had for awhile. We're supposed to have dinner with this guy and his wife tonight. You should come along, we're going to Morton's, you love their steaks."

I'd seen the Citation, a beautiful little jet. Ron had taken Kori, Kristi, and I, along with John and Wendy, for a quick flight out to Aspen one Saturday evening for dinner, just fly out, have a great dinner, and fly back to Denver, and it had been a lot of fun. The plane was sleek and fast, and very nicely appointed inside. I didn't even know he still had it, but now I was kind of disappointed to hear he might be selling it. It had been fun to play rich and see how the other half lives.

"Oh. Well, good, I hope he sells it, I know that's a really big ticket item for him. I think I'll pass on the dinner, you don't really need a fifth wheel along. Plus, I have a lot of work to do around here, all those 'deferred maintenance' things."

"Oh come on Adam, come along. It will be a lot more fun for me that way, and you need to be out with people, not sitting home and tearing yourself up."

"Kori, I know you're doing this because you care so much, but don't try to mother me, and don't play matchmaker, or mediator or whatever between me and Kristi, OK?"

"Adam, I just don't..."

"K, I know. I want her back too, but I have to make some hard decisions, OK? I have to try to reconcile some things. If she and I get back together it has to be for good, not stops and starts. I can't go through losing her again, I couldn't stand it. If we can't love and appreciate each other, on our own terms, we're better off just staying apart now, so we have to decide."

"OK sweetie, I understand. I'll try to butt out. Will you at least join us for drinks after dinner?"

"Yeah, I could do that I suppose, that wouldn't be so awkward."

"And bring Kristi along?"

I could only look at her and shake my head and smile. She means well, and she tries so hard. I know she loves us both.

She plunged ahead. "Not for me! Ronnie asked me to get her to come, you've seen how well those two work together."

"K, you're wearing me out. I don't know about that, I wasn't planning on seeing her today. Maybe, we'll see." What she said was true, Kristi and Ronnie were both born to close deals, and they worked smoothly together.

"OK. Thanks Adam. So what did you and Kristi talk about last night?"

I was honest with her, and told her all about what we had discussed. I told her I had apologized to Kristi for all the harsh things I'd said, and that Kristi had apologized to me, and tried to explain herself.

I told her about how Kristi had misunderstood my desires, and even about how she had again led me to arousal by telling me about a scenario, fantasy this time, where she had sex with another man while I was tied up, and about how intensely it had gotten me off. I was embarassed, but I told her everything.

She asked me questions from time to time, about how we responded to each other, about how I felt about things. She told me that she was proud of me for being man enough to apologize, which for some reason made me feel good, like I had done well.

Kori is a good listener, and she didn't pass judgment. She seemed to understand that my arousal at Kristi's past sexual encounters with other men, or at made-up fantasies about future encounters, didn't mean that I actually wanted her to do these things, but she asked me the very questions that I had to find the answers to: Would it really be so bad? Might it not be a very erotic experience to live her fantasies together? Was there a possibility, even a small one, that I might really enjoy the experience even more than the fantasy? Could it possibly expand our lives together, and our love for each other, instead of driving us apart, or was that just too far-fetched? 

Could I accept this about Kristi, that these desires were a part of her, and love that part as much as I loved everything else about her? And about myself, could I accept that there was a part of me that found the idea of other men thrusting their cocks into her or cumming in her mouth or pussy to be intensely arousing? What would be my reaction to seeing another man between her legs, his hard cock buried in her sweet, wet pussy and his balls slapping against her ass as she lay moaning, nipples hard with arousal, using her heels to push him deeper into her?

Did I really want to see, or could I even stand to see, my Kristi making love to and finding satisfaction with other men?

God help me, apparently I did want that, because now, like always, I was rock hard just thinking about it. Physically excited, emotionally and intellectually disgusted and repulsed. I had some things to work out.

We talked long after we had finished eating, but eventually wound down. I told Kori that I would clean up since she had done such a fine job cooking, and we said our goodbyes. She hugged me, and felt my hard bulge against her belly. She looked down at my obvious arousal and back up into my face.

"You're a mess Adam. Stop over-analyzing everything and trust your gut. Let your little head - well, ok, your not so little head - figure this one out, OK?"

"Mmm, yeah, probably not. Thanks though Kori, for everything. Thanks for being a friend. You're the best. I'll see you guys later."

She walked to the door. "Later Adam. Oh, and don't forget to call Kristi."

"Kori, honey? Fuck off."

She laughed and waved over her shoulder as she went out. 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, just doing chores, watching a little baseball on TV as I ate lunch, nothing special.

Oh, the one weird thing that did happen was when I went to Home Depot to pick up some new lights for the front entry. I had always hated the fixtures on either side of the front door, I thought they looked cheap on a pretty nice home. Now, with time on my hands, I was finally getting around to replacing them.

I was standing in front of the lighting display and had narrowed my choices down to 2 styles when I heard my name and turned to find Sue and her husband Rick approaching.

"Adam, hi! Funny bumping into you here, what are you working on today?"

"Oh, hi Sue, Rick, how's it going? Where are the girls?" He and I shook hands, which I should know better than to do. His hand always feels limp and a little damp, not a good handshake grip. I always feel like I have to be careful not to hurt him when he shakes my hand.

"We're good Adam, just working on my honey-do list, got to get some things done and keep the wife happy. The kids are at a friend's house today, kid's birthday party, you know."

That's another thing about Rick, he always looks everywhere but in your eyes. It's like he's afraid to make eye contact, and he always seems nervous. It was a good thing I knew this about him, or I would have suspected that he had found out that his wife had hit on me yesterday, and knew what had gone on on my patio. But he's always this way.

I was a little uncomfortable myself knowing what had transpired and what Sue wanted from me, but she apparently had no such qualms. She hugged me as if we were old friends when in fact we had just gotten to really know each other a little better only yesterday. After hugging me she held my arm and pressed herself against me, all but ignoring Rick. I was very aware of her feminine softness and warmth, and that she was wearing a nice subtle perfume or cologne.

I tried to break the awkwardness, not sure if I was the only one feeling it. "You guys are just in time, you can help me decide on new lights for my front porch. You should vote since it faces your house and you'll see 'em more than I will anyway."

Sue seemed pleased to be asked. "Oh, I love spending other people's money, I should have been a politician!" 

I laughed at that, pretty quick wit. Rick smiled, but just stood there. "Well, I've got it down to two styles, the Arts & Crafts style up there, that square one, and the Lodge look over here with the wrought iron, yeah, that one. What do you think?"

Sue looked at both of them carefully, then indicated the Craftsman style. "That one I think, on your house. It goes better with the style of the home. Don't you think so Rick?"

I turned to find him staring at me. He quickly looked away. "Um, I don't know. Whatever you guys think."

Awkward, still strangely awkward. I had to end this. I grabbed two of that style from the shelf and stuck them in my cart. "Sold. Thanks for the help Sue, that was the one I was leaning toward myself, but couldn't make up my mind. Now I just have to go and install them. I'll see you guys around. Good seeing you again Rick."




Adam's Journey Pt. 14



I got home and got the new lights put up with no problems, and they looked great. Sue has great taste in home decor, if not in men. I still can't figure out why she got fixated on me. I did think a fair amount about her and Rick that afternoon.

What is it that happens with a couple, apparently happy, with 2 gorgeous little girls and a nice home, that causes them to want to invite another man into their bedroom? And not only that, but to want the wife to fuck another man while the husband watches? To me it seemed like a very humiliating situation for him, and I could not, for the life of me, figure out how he could want to know, much less see, that another man was pounding his wife's pussy.

As I was thinking how demeaning this was to him, and questioning his manhood, it hit me like a bolt of lightning that I was being asked to do the same thing. And that I was seriously considering it. I broke into a cold sweat and had to sit down.

OK then, that was my decision. I would not accept that kind of treatment, the humiliation. I could not sacrifice my self respect and my manhood just to keep Kristi. There are a million other women out there that I could meet, and there has to be at least one as amazing and perfect as her that would appreciate me and accept me as the only man in her life, so that was it, I would cut my ties to Kristi and move on.

With that decided I thought I should feel better, like a weight was off my shoulders. Instead I felt like shit, like a big pit had opened up and was waiting to swallow me. I decided I would call Kristi about going to meet Ron and Kori and their clients, and that I would tell her my decision when we were alone afterward. I knew I had to move past this.

I reached her on her cell.

"Hi Kristi, it's me. What are you up to today?"

"Oh just goofing off, organizing a few files, making a few calls, the usual. How about you?

"Same old same old, just chores and trying to get caught up. Hey listen, Ronnie has a client in town today and he's wining and dining them tonight and wants to know if we'll meet them for drinks after. You available?"

"Yeah, I suppose. He didn't invite us for dinner too? That's weird."

"No, he did, or rather Kori did. I passed. Just not feeling too sociable these days for some reason. You could probably join them if you want."

"No, that would be too strange." She paused. "Adam, you don't have to make this so hard, just relax and open your mind to new things."

"Yeah, well, I'm turning things over, you know?" I didn't tell her that I had made up my mind, I owed it to her to do that face-to-face, not with a cowardly phone call.

"Well, that's good I guess. And sure, I can go. What time and where?"

"Morton's, probably about 9:15 or 9:30 I guess. I'll pick you up about 9."

"No offense Adam, but I'll drive. It would cost you too much to bribe the valet at Morton's to park your old wreck, and it's pretty dirty for evening wear."

I laughed. "C'mon Kristi, give me a little credit. It's a nice day, I was planning on driving the Shelby."

"Oh, well, that changes everything. By all means, you drive."

"OK, see you around 9."

"Hey Adam? Wait a sec." Again there was a long pause. "What do you think about you and me going somewhere for dinner, just the two of us, before we meet them?"

In truth it sounded great, and I longed to say yes, but I was afraid that my resolve would weaken if she got me alone where she could hypnotize me with her beauty. "Oh, I don't know, I have a lot of chores to finish, and by the time I clean up and all..."

"I get it Adam, you don't have to hit me over the head. I'll see you at 9." and she hung up. 

I was trying to stay strong, and I felt I had made the right decision. So why did I feel like there was a brick in my chest? 

I wrapped up my work early and got cleaned up. I started to shave off my 2-day stubble. I know it's fashionable now, but I've never liked the itchy feeling. I was all lathered up when I remembered that Kristi always liked that rougher look, and the feel.

She says it makes me look dangerous and sexy. I don't know about that, but I do know that she loves the rough feel of my chin or cheek across her hard nipples, and goes completely creamy when the scratchy whiskers are pressed against the tender inside of her thighs and my moustache rubs her clit as I put my tongue inside her. OK, the stubble stays.

I pulled out a soft, loose fitting cream silk shirt and dark tan slacks, and topped it off with a dark hunter green linen jacket. It was perverse, but I'm not sure if I was dressing to impress her in hopes she would declare her love for me and only me, or if I was trying to make her feel bad about what she was losing when I told her my decision. I just knew that I needed to go the extra mile to look my best.

I checked the mirror and decided Kori was right: I was tall and all that blah, blah, blah, but I did look a little weatherbeaten. Oh well, you work with what you have. I splashed on a touch of the cologne that I knew was Kristi's favorite and grabbed my keys.

My Shelby started immediately, giving off a low, throaty growl, and I backed it out, closed the garage, and headed over to John and Wendy's to pick up Kristi. I know it sounds maudlin, but I started thinking about all the 'lasts'. You know - the last time she'd ride in the Shelby, the last time she and I would go out as a couple - that kind of crap. Fortunately it was a very short drive.

I pulled into their driveway, intending to go up and get her. She is rarely ready on time, so I thought I'd wait inside. To my surprise the door opened before I could shut off the engine, and Kristi stepped onto the front porch.

OH MY GOD!! Too bad for y'all that I'm not a good enough writer to describe what I saw, but I'll try. Have you ever seen something so beautiful, so incredible, that you just stop breathing for a moment? Or that brings tears, unbidden, to your eyes, or that makes your heart swell to the point that you think it will explode?

I was stunned, breathless, all of that. Stunning is too weak of a word to describe how she looked, but it's all I have. Here was this goddess, tall and sleek, with this mane of dark golden hair falling in rich waves around her face and down over her bare shoulders. Her dress was this glimmering blue-green creation that I knew would match her eyes, and it did amazing things for an already amazing body. It was suspended from her shoulders by two micro-thin silver chains, and bared her shoulders, her cleavage, and most of her back before it proceeded to flow over the rest of her body, concealing what it seemed to reveal, and vice-versa.

There was a small piece that came out and wrapped each arm in soft folds, just below her bare shoulders like some little tiny sleeve (I'm sure there's a name for that, but I'm not Vera Wang), but other than that and the small chains she was bare from her lower back and the tops of her breasts on up. Except for the diamond solitaire necklace and matching earrings I had given her the previous Christmas, also in white gold.

The dress ended in liquid-looking waves a few inches below her firm, sweet ass, and several inches above her knees, leaving her long shapely legs, encased in shimmering taupe thigh-high stockings, for me to admire. I noticed she had accented those fine legs with 3" heels on some sort of strappy sandal that wound around her feet and ankles. She is conscious of her height and rarely wears tall heels; she stood a lithe, gorgeous six feet tall tonight in those.

She stood in the light on the porch for a moment, letting me admire her, and started down just as I remembered myself and jumped out to open her door. As she got closer I could see that she had taken time to do her make-up to perfection as well. Usually she goes with a little pale lipstick and some mascara, and looks incredible. Tonight she had added a touch of dark shadow or something that just made her eyes rich and hypnotic, and had so perfectly and subtly made up her face that it gave her these beautiful cheekbones and perfect angles that I'd never noticed before. I was right, her eyes matched her dress perfectly.

"My god Kristi, you look incredible! You are absolutely stunning!"

She smiled happily and did a quick twirl. "So you like?"

"Oh Kristi, I can't even... I mean I just can't begin..."

"Adam, that's really sweet, and thank you. You look pretty damn hot yourself there, mountain-man." She ran her hand over my stubbly chin. I realized that any plan I had to make her jealous or regretful had just completely imploded - the tables had been turned, and I could not compete.

The cool air had brought her nipples to attention, and I reached out and touched one, flicking it gently. "No bra wearable under that, I see."

"Mmmm, god, don't ignore the other one!" I didn't, and she moaned again, and shivered. "No panties either Adam, what do you think of that?"

Now it was my turn to moan. I knew that image would stay in my head all night. She laughed at my obvious lust. "I couldn't help it, everything I had showed through or made lines, so..."

"Why are you torturing me, woman?" She just laughed again. I walked around the car with her and opened the door, and as she lowered herself onto the seat and swung one leg in I was treated to proof that she had not lied about the panties. She had failed to mention that she had also shaved herself totally slick-smooth, her pussy bare, pink and perfect, lips slightly parted and glistening, hard little clit jutting out begging to be sucked.

She held that pose and let me look, her body naked and amazing above the tops of her stockings, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't want to. My cock was throbbing, and I could only whisper "Oh my god!"

"So, this meets your approval?" She reached out and felt the aching bulge in my pants. "Oh, never mind, I can see that it does."

I was ready to scrap the plans for after dinner drinks. I was ready to swear that I loved her and that anything she wanted was OK with me. I was completely captivated, and prepared to do whatever she asked or demanded of me. I just knew that I wanted her, and had to have her, there and then. My plans were for shit, and I'd been fooling myself to think I could walk away from her. I was completely enslaved.

She pulled her other leg in and said "Come on, let's go meet our friends, we're going to be late. I need one of those fine vodka martinis they make, ice cold to cool me off. For some reason I feel a little warm."

I closed her door and walked awkwardly around the car, my cock still pulsing and hard. I could feel the small wet spot which my arousal had created in my underwear. All the way downtown to the restaurant I kept sneaking sideways glances at her, I just couldn't seem to help myself. I don't know what her intent had been in taking such care to look so incredible, but whatever it was she had succeeded admirably.

She watched me, gauging my reaction, a soft sexy smile on her face. "So do you really like it Adam?" 

By it, I assumed she meant the dress. What I really liked was her, but I'm not a complete idiot. "It's beautiful. I'm sure I've never seen that dress before - where did you get it?"

"Nieman-Marcus. I did a little shopping today."

"You got that today? After I called you? I'm impressed, that's true power shopping." It had only been a couple of hours, and she had done all this.

"Yup, everything I'm wearing is new." 

"Kristi, you're only wearing that dress and a pair of shoes. And your diamonds."

She laughed. "Yeah, that's true, huh? Well, the jewelry's not new, but the shoes are."

I goosed the throttle a bit to get around some slower traffic and get to my exit, shooting off the freeway. At the light she noticed me looking at the way the dress had inevitably ridden up on her thighs, and was within a fraction of an inch of exposing her again. She smiled, and spread her legs as far apart as the narrow footwell would allow, exposing and opening her soft, puffy pussy. She rubbed her fingers over her smooth mound. "Do you like me this way, all smooth and slick?"

She had only had a small soul patch before, which I had liked just fine, so this wasn't that much of a change. So why did it turn me on so much? "I love it Kristi, it's incredibly erotic, and you're killing me here trying not to wreck my car."

When I had accelerated and gotten into 3rd gear I let my right hand explore her newly smooth snatch for a moment, finding her hot and slippery-wet as I knew I would, but there was too much traffic, and too soon I had to row the shifter again.

She reached down and stretched her inner lip out slightly, pinching it between her fingers. "I'm thinking about a place to wear another diamond - do you think I should get pierced, right here? I think it would be pretty sexy."

My cock throbbed, partly because I agreed that it would be amazing, mostly because she was touching herself so casually, and so intimately... then shit!! I almost rear ended a taxi!

Kristi covered up and sat up, startled by my sudden panic stop. "OK, maybe getting pierced isn't a good idea."

"Maybe. But talking about it while I'm driving is definitely not a good idea. Damn! We're almost there, so let's try to settle down so I can get out of the car when we get there, OK?"

She smiled. "OK. But Adam? That was fun, huh? Like old times."

By old times she meant before two days ago. Before the damage was done. But she was right, it had seemed more like normal when we would sometimes try to tease each other all evening before some mind-blowing sex. It had been fun, and not so strained as earlier.

I drove the last few blocks, and then I had to do it. "Hey babe, I'm planning on having the valet park us. How do you plan to get out without giving him a show?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled wickedly at me. "Oh my, that is a dilemna, isn't it? We'll see."

I pulled in and up to the valet stand. The young, 20-something attendant sprang to open her door for her. Kristi turned and, keeping her legs almost together, swung them both out at once and stood. The movement had caused her dress to ride up to the very top of her thighs, but had been about as chaste as possible in such a dress.

I had stepped out as he came around the car and handed me my ticket, still looking back at her. I waited until he looked at me. "Disappointed?"

He looked puzzled "Sir?"

I nodded toward Kristi, and he had the decency to blush bright red. I had worked as a valet briefly while I was in college, so I knew exactly what he had been looking for. He stammered for a moment, then collected himself. "Fuck no sir, not at all."

Now I had to laugh at his audacity. "Just park the car, OK?"

"Yes sir. It will be right up front here, right by the Porsche. Is that a '67?"

"Yup, and treat it nice."

"Yes sir. Awesome."

I went around and collected Kristi, and we walked in. The hostess led us to the bar, and Ronnie saw us and came hustling over to greet us, his eyes locked on Kristi. "Hi gorgeous! Goddamn, this whole room just got a lot prettier!"

She beamed at his praise. "Hi Ronnie, and thank you." They kissed, and he took her elbow, turning his back on me and beginning to lead her back to their table. I poked him in the ribs. "Hey Ron, I'm here too buddy. Good to know you care."

He just looked over his shoulder at me. "Hey, if you were sexy and gorgeous you'd get more attention too. Now just shut up and be good."

Kori rose to greet us as we neared the table, as did their male guest. His wife stayed seated. Kori gave me a quick hug and kiss, then stood with her arm around my waist and looked at Kristi. "Wow!"

I agreed. "I'll say wow! And then some, if you only knew."

Ron did the introductions. "Morgan, Rain, these are our good friends Adam and his fiance Kristi, and Adam and Kristi, this is my friend and client Morgan and his wife Rain."

Morgan was tall and slender, probably right at 6' as he seemed to match Kristi's height in her heels. He was probably mid to late 40's, tan and fit, with dark salt-and-pepper hair. He shook my hand firmly, then focused entirely on Kristi. His wife was fairly petite, maybe 5'3" as she stood to greet us, with long, dark brunette hair and a little too much hair spray and make-up for my taste. She looked a little professionally overdone, but quite pretty nonetheless.

I was sure Ron had been saying that her name was Rain, but that is kind of unusual so I thought maybe I was hearing wrong. As we shook hands and I got to her I asked her. "I'm sorry, did Ron say that your name is Rain?"

She smiled at me, and as she looked out from under her lashes I was surprised to find that her eyes were a brilliant, sparkling blue. "Well, my real name is Rainbow Song James, formerly Jenkins."

I looked at her dubiously. "Rainbow Song, huh? Well, God love hippie parents, right?"

She let out a peal of laughter. "Adam, I think I'm going to like you. You hit the nail right on the head, usually people say 'Oh, that's a pretty name, or that's an unusual name", but you are exactly right, my folks are the world's oldest hippies, unreformed and proud."

She was really quite cute and girlish when she laughed, and I took an instant liking to her. Her husband Morgan was totally preoccupied with Kristi, Kori and Ron, talking and shmoozing and trying to impress everyone with how rich and brilliant he was.

This was not an odd situation for us. Ron frequently invited us out with them when he and Kori were entertaining clients, and this was frequently the pattern. Kristi is a natural "closer" the kind of person that can push any deal to completion using all tools available. She had survived and flourished in the commercial real estate business for years by being good at this, and Ron had quickly realized that he and Kristi together were almost an irresistible force when she pitched in on his clients.

She uses psychology, sex appeal, and the knack of knowing when to push and when to back off, amongst other talents. As I said earlier, Ron could sell sand to an Arab, and Kristi could probably sell ice to an Eskimo - and both would leave them wanting more.

I knew this plane should fetch something in the $4.5 to $5 million dollar range from things Ron had said earlier, and that's a very big score for Ronnie. He had gotten a good deal on it and hoped to clear almost $400,000 after all his expenses. While they worked him I was left to entertain his wife, which in this instance didn't strike me as a bad deal at all. 

The waiter brought the drinks that Kori had ordered for us as soon as she had seen us walk in, a vodka martini for Kristi and a Scotch for me - maybe we're too predictable, it was perfect - and I sat down with Rain away from the others at the opposite end of the long narrow table.

She smiled at me again. "So do you think Rain is a strange name?"

I looked at her, and for some reason the name seemed to fit. "No, I think its a perfect name for you, it just works somehow. I just didn't know if you meant R-a-i-n, or R-a-y-n-e, or maybe even R-e-y-n-e, I was just curious about the origin, I guess."

"Oh, I like that! R-a-y-n-e, maybe I'll start spelling it like that, it does sound a little more sophisticated than a silly hippie name, doesn't it?"

I grinned at her enthusiasm, it was so girlish. Then again, I don't think she could have been over 25. My guess was that her husband was close to twice her age. "Oh, I don't know. I kind of like the original spelling. Don't be in such a big hurry to toss aside your heritage. As it is you have a story behind your name, and that's kinda cool."

We sat and chatted for awhile, just small talk. Kori came and joined us periodically, rotating back and forth between the two groups like a good hostess. An hour passed quickly, and I was well into my second drink even though I was nursing them along very slowly. Rain was in her third drink since we'd arrived, one of those nasty Apple-tini things. 




Adam's Journey Pt. 14



The conversation at the other end of the table had been blazing right along. As I chatted with Rain I had watched the ebb and flow of that a little bit, seeing Kristi take Morgan's arm at one point and hold onto him as she leaned her body against his side. Even from where I was, several feet away, I could see the small peaks of her erect nipples plainly through her dress, and was reminded of her complete nudity underneath. Kristi saw me looking at her and winked at me, rubbing herself more closely against him.

I had seen her do this many times as she worked to seal a deal and it never really bothered me, but that was before. Now, with my new knowledge, jealousy flared.

Rain saw me looking at Kristi, and distracted me momentarily. "Your wife is very beautiful, and very sexy."

"She's not my wife, she's my fiance. Well, sort of."

"Oh yeah, Ron did say that, didn't he? What do you mean by sort of?"

She was slurring her words slightly. I didn't want to go into it, and anyhow I barely knew her. "Oh, it's a long story. We're going through a rough patch right now, and I don't know what will happen."

She shrugged. "Oh well, whatever. Morgan has every intention of fucking her, you know that, right?"

She said it in a very off-hand, casual way, but it stopped me in my tracks. Of course I knew that, a lot of the guys that met Kriati undoubtedly wanted that, and I had never worried about it. Very much. The problem was that now I knew more about her intentions as well.

Seing them touching and laughing together, speaking with their faces inches apart, her nipples erect and body language very open and inviting, it was unmistakable. He was standing too close, putting his arm around her and letting his hands caress the bare skin of her back and shoulders, speaking too loudly and too much, in an attempt to impress her - it was pretty obvious what was happening.

I suspected that she would be hot and wet with his caresses and the thrill of the chase, and I hated that my heart started pounding at the thought.

I looked back at Rain, and she was watching them too, a very sad look on her face. "Rain, doesn't that bother you?"

"Of course it does Adam, what do you think? But its what he does. When Morgan wants something he's used to getting it. It wouldn't be the first time. But anyhow, it doesn't matter."

"Why does it not matter?"

"Look at me Adam."

I did. She was young, beautiful, obviously pampered and expensive, perhaps a little drunk, but sweet and vulnerable for all that. Very hot little body, nice smile, beautiful eyes - what was I supposed to be seeing? "Yeah, OK - so what?"

"He's going to dump me soon anyhow. I just turned 26, and I'm his third wife. He marrried me when I was 19 and he was 42, just swept me off my feet, but now I'm getting too old."

"26 is too old?"

"For him, yeah. He wants somebody that's young and foolish, and easy to manipulate, that will bend to his every wish and be thankful to have him no matter how much he hurts them." She paused, then smiled sadly. "Oh, listen to me. I love him Adam, I really do, and he loves me, or at least used to. And he has always treated me very well, buying me stuff, taking me on vacations, all that, but he doesn't think about how hurtful he can be."

"Sounds like a jerk to me. Why do you think he's going to dump you?"

She laughed softly. "He can definitely be a jerk. But he can also be very sweet. He's just pulling away lately, putting distance between us. I can see that he's cutting the ties slowly."

I trusted her instincts. Women seem to have a way of knowing these things. "Well, I think he's a fool if he lets you go, but really, you can do better. You shouldn't have to stay with someone that hurts you."

"I know. I keep telling myself that. But a lot of the good guys are taken - like you."

"I may not be such a good guy as you think. And I may not be taken, who knows."

"Adam, I've watched the way you watch her. You obviously love her very deeply. You are both a good guy and taken, trust me."

I had a thought. "Why would he want to screw Kristi if you're too old? She's older than you."

"Yeah, but look at her, she's gorgeous. I guarantee that he's got a hard-on for her. And he just wants to screw her, not marry her. She seems way too smart and independent, he couldn't stand being married to a woman like that, that would stand up to him." 

We both just watched the mating ritual taking place in front of us for a moment, then she spoke. "Will she fuck him?"

I felt utterly defeated. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Adam, I'm so sorry."

I shrugged. "My problem."

"Yeah, I know. Mine too."



Adam's Journey Pt. 15



It was a strange situation to be in, knowing that Kristi might be planning to fuck this guy that was so busy trying to impress her, dreading that it might happen, and yet being aroused at the thought and wondering how and when she would tell me the story. If indeed it happened. And sitting and discussing it with this joker's wife while it was being set up right in front of us was very odd.

We sat for a few minutes, silently sharing each others confusion and misery. Kori broke away from them and came down by us, all bubbly and smiling. "Well, they worked their magic again. He's going to buy the plane. My husband and your girl make a great team, Adam. Ronnie asked me to have you flag down the waiter and order some champagne to celebrate, OK?"

"Sure, swell Kori. I don't know jack shit about champagne, I can't stand the stuff."

She frowned at me. "What's wrong Adam, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, don't sweat it. I'm really happy for you and Ron, hon', I know this was a big deal for you guys. I'm glad Kristi could help." I really was very happy that things had come together on this. Ron and Kori are two of my favorite people and closest friends in the world, and I enjoy seeing them happy and successful. "You go on back to your guest, I'll take care of it."

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and gave Rain a brief hug, thanking her for coming along and for her husband's dealings with them, then returned to the happier end of the table.

I signalled the waiter then turned to Rain. "What do you know about champagne?"

She laughed. "It's very easy, watch." She smiled at the waiter "Bring us a bottle of your most expensive champagne."

Now it was my turn to laugh. I liked her spirit. He named some vintage Chateau something-or-other and waited for a response.

She said "Is it really, really expensive?" 

He nodded. "Extremely."

She smiled at him again. "Great. Then you better bring us two bottles."

He departed, and she and I shared a good laugh at her mischief. Probably nobody else would even notice, but I thought it was pretty clever. It definitely lightened our mood, and we decided to join the party. Before we did I bent near her ear as I helped her to her feet. "Rain, in case I don't get a chance to tell you later, I very much enjoyed meeting you. You made this evening as pleasant as it could possibly have been."

Being that near her I was very conscious of her smooth skin and the heat radiating off of her, and of her soft, incredibly feminine scent. I felt a few bottle rockets shoot to my groin.

"You too Adam, it has been a pleasure for me to find such a gentleman."

Good thing she couldn't read my mind just then, as I imagined her spread naked in front of me, waiting for my tongue to touch her and taste her sweet nectar. My mouth watered.

She reached up and lightly caressed my stubbly cheek. "You look kinda scruffy, but you're really a softy inside. I'm glad I got to find that out about you."

The waiter had brought the champagne to the busier, noisier end of the table, and was going through the ritual of opening it.

As we moved to join the others she said "I knew as soon as I saw your fiancee that Morgan would buy the plane. He always has to act like such a big shot with his money in front of beautiful women. He's an absolute ass sometimes - I bet he paid way too much for it." 

I smiled at her. "No offense Rain, but I sincerely hope so." I didn't really think that Kristi would be all that impressed by his money. In her profession she deals with enormous sums of money on a regular basis. 

Kori handed each of us a flute of champagne as we mingled with them, and we toasted the success of their business transaction. I steeled myself and tasted it; not too horrible. I decided that if somebody was going to tie me down and force me to drink champagne that I could probably stomach this stuff. I appreciate a good bottle of wine, but have never seen the attraction of champagne.

I nursed my glass and noticed that Kristi was doing the same. She feels much as I do about it. The two bottles disappeared quickly between the other four, and we gradually moved to end the evening and head for home. I saw Ronnie's eyes open wide when he looked at the bill, and I nudged Rain. We shared a chuckle at his expense. He looked at us and shook his head, knowing he'd been had, but he grinned good-naturedly.

Morgan and Rain were staying at one of the big hotels downtown, but Ron and Kori had picked them up on their way in and intended to drop them back at their hotel. I handed my ticket to one of the valets as Ronnie gave his to another, and we stood chatting as I heard my Shelby fire up out front and come rumbling up next to us under the portico.

The valet got out and left my door open, the engine rumbling softly at idle. Morgan perked up, looking at my car.

"Is that a Shelby - original, not a fake?"

I assured him it was. "All original Morgan, 428 Cobra, 1967."

"It's beautiful, you've got to let me drive it."

I wouldn't have let him drive it sober; there was no way he was driving it half-buzzed. "Sorry pal, that's my baby, it's not a loaner, and nobody drives it."

"Sell it to me then - what's it worth, $100,000?"

What an asshole! He figured his money could get him anything. Kristi jumped in before I could respond, her deal making instincts taking over.

She slapped his arm. "Morgan, it's probably worth twice that, or close to it." 

I joined in "And besides, it's not for sale."

He didn't let up. "OK then $200,000. I'll give you 200."

"Sorry man, not for sale." I was trying to be nice, I really didn't want to screw up Ronnie's deal, but it was a struggle. I wanted to punch this guy.

He tried again. "$250,000 then, you can't pass that up. C'mon, you know you want to sell it." I saw the valet's eyes goggle a little at the numbers being thrown around. I gave him a generous tip for looking after my car.

I should have considered Morgan's offer. A quarter of a million is serious money for me, and more than the current value of the car, and from anyone else I might have accepted it. But I just didn't like this guy. "Nope, sorry man, not for sale. I can't take advantage of you when you've been drinking."

He grabbed my arm. "Oh come on, take the 250 and be happy. You can buy another one for that."

I pulled my arm away from him. "What an amazing coincidence - so can you."

He laughed at that. I hadn't intended it to be funny. "OK, I can see that your mind is made up. No offense intended. At least take me for a little ride."

"Maybe some other time. I'm pretty tired, I think I'll just head for home. Come on Kristi, let's go."

She just looked at me and raised her eyebrow. To my shock she stepped to the driver's door and motioned to Morgan. "C'mon Morg, get in. I'll take you for a ride." She was looking at me as she said that, and she could see that I had caught the double entendre'.

She lowered herself into the driver's seat, giving the valet a thorough look at her bare pussy as she brought her legs in. There was no way to get into the low seat and behind the wheel gracefully in her very short dress, but I knew it was at least partly intentional. Morgan quickly jumped in the passenger side and closed his door. I stepped to her open window and bent down, angry. "What do you think you're doing?"

She smiled wickedly up at me. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. I thought I'd run him up Lookout Mountain."

Ouch. I figured that would probably scare the shit out of him. It can be a pretty hairy ride at the speeds Kristi likes to drive, doubly so in the dark. I also thought about all the dark, secluded turnouts along the way, and the used condoms I'd seen strewn around when I had stopped once to take a picture. I noticed that from my angle her dress was not quite concealing her pussy, and I knew that in about two or three shifts and a couple of brakings she would be fully exposed.

She goosed the throttle, getting a nice roar in return. "You guys go back to Ronnie's, we'll join you there in a little while."

With a heavy rumble she pulled away, and I stood there watching the taillights disappear. I wasn't at all worried about the car. I was very worried about Kristi. 

The valet brought Ronnie's car up, and Ron, recognizing that he'd drunk a fair amount, asked me to drive. He and Kori got in the back seat, I again tipped a valet, and Rain climbed in front with me.

Ron was still pretty pumped about closing the deal, as was Kori, but sitting behind me she reached up and rubbed my shoulders. She obviously knew that I was pretty unhappy with Kristi for taking off with Morgan. I just instinctively didn't like the guy, I suppose because of things Rain had said, and now this.

They tried to keep the conversation light, obviously sensing my dark mood, but it didn't really help. I glanced over at Rain and found her watching me intently, her brilliant blue eyes filled with unshed tears. I reached my hand across the seat and she took it in hers, squeezing my fingers. Here was someone that understood my pain, if not my confusion.

The ride settled into silence, and I looked in the rear view mirror to see Ron and Kori making out like a couple of teenagers in the back seat. Hell, why not, they had several million reasons to celebrate. Rain glanced behind her and saw them, and a small sound that was half-laugh, half-sob escaped her lips. We looked at each other, and she smiled sadly, and I saw a single tear trickle down her cheek. She wiped it away.

Soon we were near home, and I turned into our neighborhood and pulled into Ron and Kori's driveway. I shut off the engine and started to get out, preparing to walk across the yard and home. 

Ron pried himself off of Kori and looked around. "Home already. That was fast. Do you suppose Kristi will come here or just come straight to your place?"

"Oh, I imagine she'll bring the car home and garage it and just walk over here."

"Well then why don't you just take our car to your house, and Morgan and Rain can use it to drive back to their hotel. We can just get it from them tomorrow before they fly home. Does that sound OK to you Rain?"

She replied that that would be fine, and invited them to come downtown and have breakfast with them before picking up their car. Kori accepted.

Kori had her door open, but turned and asked "Rain, do you want to wait for Morgan here, or are you going to wait over at Adam's house with him?"

We could both see that Ron and Kori were being gracious hosts, but really wanted very much to be alone. I think they had gotten each other quite worked up while making out in the car.

They got the hoped-for response: "I guess I'll just wait with Adam, if that's where you think they'll go. If that's OK with you Adam."

"Sure, that's fine. I'll buy you a drink." I restarted the engine as Kori and Ron stepped out. "Hey, you kids be good - remember you're an old married couple and don't try anything too risky!"

Kori just laughed and wiggled her ass at me as they walked unsteadily toward their door. I backed out and pulled over in front of my own house. Rain had closely observed the easy interplay between Ron, Kori, Kristi, and I all evening. "You guys seem like really close friends."

"Oh yeah, they're the best. We just love them like crazy. They're good folks."

"Kori cares a lot about you."

I smiled. "She's that way about everybody. She has an enormous heart, that girl."

Looking wistful, she said "I wish Morgan and I had friends like that. He's just so driven, and so self-centered, that he tends to push people away."

We entered my house, and I showed her into the living room. "So, what can I get you to drink? I'm a pretty fair barkeep."

"How about just a Coke, or Pepsi, whatever."

"You sure? No mind-numbing substances?"

"I'm sure, just a Coke. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Oh, of course you can." I showed her to the guest bath down the hall and went to fix her Coke, pouring the same for me. Alcohol is a depressant, and I was depressed enough. In case their return scene didn't go well, I didn't want any more alcohol mixed into the equation.

She was in the bathroom for several minutes, but when she returned I saw why. She had washed her face, getting all the overdone makeup off, and had combed out her hair so that it hung long, soft, and shining around her face and neck. I hadn't noticed the auburn highlights before, but now they shined. Her lashes were naturally long and dark and set off her incongruously blue eyes, and she looked several years younger. I thought it was a huge improvement, and told her so.

"Wow! You look incredible! Why did you bother with all that slop on your face and all when you look this great naturally?" I'm not always the most tactful.

"Morgan likes it, he says it makes me look more sophisticated." She made quote marks in the air as she grimaced over that last word. I thought it was not a particularly nice thing to say, and I doubted that he had said it or intended it nicely.

"Well, he's wrong. This is so much better; you are one very beautiful lady."

Ralph chose that moment to make his appearance, and finding that we had company he went wagging over to Rain. She bent to pet him, and roughed up his ears and neck. He showed his appreciation by shoving his nose into her crotch and almost knocking her over.

I was embarrassed. He sure knew how to ruin a moment. I grabbed him and pulled him away, trying to cover the awkward moment with a joke. "Bad dog! You just met Rain; I've known her for several hours, and I haven't had my face in her crotch yet!"

We both laughed, a little awkwardly. Softly, she said "Would you like to?" 

Still bent over and holding on to Ralph's collar, I looked up at her. She looked me in the eye, her eyebrows raised questioningly. I straightened, shooing Ralph away. "I'm sorry. I guess I should be more careful about cracking bad jokes."

She laughed. "That was pretty weak. But I'm totally serious."

"Ahh, Rain... Jeez, I don't know. Is this what you and your husband do, just screw around on each other?"

Her eyes flashed with anger, or perhaps it was pain. "No Adam, it's not. At least not for me. I've been totally faithful to him as long as we've been married, but the same doesn't apply for him. It's all a big game to him. I like you, and I thought you liked me, and he's probably screwing Kristi, so I thought...well, you know."

I realized she had taken a risk, putting herself out there for me like that, and I felt foolish for questioning her. I took her hand in mine, noticing how small it was, and led her to the sofa. My mind was in turmoil. "Rain, come sit with me for a minute, let's talk."

We sat, and she snuggled right up against me, as though seeking my body heat. I was amazed at how tiny she felt against my side, and I put my arm around her. I looked down at her, and she tilted her head back to look up at me, her big blue eyes warm and trusting. Apparently taking her hand, or maybe putting my arm around her, had put me back in good standing.

Our faces inches apart, I started to apologize to her. "Rain, I'm sorry I said that. I just..."

Suddenly, somehow, our lips were together, and she was thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted sweet, and smelled wonderful, and the heat that had been smoldering inside of me burst into flame. I crushed her to me, and our tongues battled for supremacy in each other's mouths.

I had one hand on her back, the other on the back of her neck holding her face to mine, and she had her hand on the back of my head doing the same. I felt like I was bruising her lips, and scratching her with my stubble, but she pressed in for more, getting herself onto my lap and straddling me.

She pulled back for a second. "God! Undo my zipper, quick!"

I slid the short zipper on the back of her little black dress down all the way, and helped her pull it over her head. She threw it unceremoniously on the floor, and my hands found the warm, smooth skin of her back and sides. She was wearing a lacy bra, through which I could plainly see her smallish breasts, hard pink nipples at attention. She also had on thong panties, black string and black lace around a tiny triangle of royal blue satin in the front, and taupe thigh-high stockings. She looked incredibly beautiful, what I could see. I wanted a better angle.

"Stand for a second, honey, let me look at you." She slid off my lap and stood in front of me, raising a hand to push her hair back, then moving her hand, trembling, to her lips. The movement looked so girlish, so insecure and, I guess, innocent, if that makes any sense. It was as if she thought I would criticize her, or say something hurtful, and was afraid to be judged. She had her head down, looking at me through her long lashes, her trembling fingers touching her lips. There was this amazing emotional mix of woman and child, and she was so tiny, and incredibly vulnerable and sexy.

I put my hands on her waist. I felt like I could almost reach my fingers around her. Softly, my voice sounding strangely husky to me, I said "You really have no idea what an incredibly beautiful lady you are, do you?"

She raised her head and looked me right in the eye. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh, Adam. Do you really like me?" 

"Rain, my god! You are so sexy it's just, well, its beyond words!" She was, this tiny, sweet little amazing bundle of femininity. I found that I was very attracted to her. "You're stunning, like this perfect little doll, or sculpture, or something. I'm afraid I'm going to break you."

She wiped her eyes with her hand and laughed softly. "Don't worry Adam, you won't break me, I'm tougher than I look."

She reached her hands up and undid the clasp at the front of her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it join her dress on the floor, staring into my eyes as she did so. I reached out and touched her breast, firm and perfectly formed and the ideal size for her small body, letting my fingers squeeze her and stroke one hard nipple, then the other. I pulled her to me and took her right nipple between my lips, sucking and nibbling at her. She moaned, and her back arched as she pressed herself to me.

She had a hand in my hair, mussing it up, and the other on the back of my neck, holding me to her breasts. I wasn't trying to leave. I continued to suckle at her breasts, harder now with my own arousal, and I felt her rest her cheek on top of my head, her breathing quickening with her moans. "Oh god Adam, that feels so good! Do you do this with Kristi?" 

What a strange question, and a strange time to ask it. "Yes, of course."

"Does she like it?"

"Yes."

"Do you think she'll fuck Morgan?"

"Jesus, Rain! Maybe. Probably. Where did that come from?"

She didn't answer my question, she merely shrugged. "She's going to be disappointed."

"Why? Is he small or something?"

She shook her head. "No, he's pretty well hung. Why is that the first thing you guys are always concerned with, the first thing you think of? No, he just tends to be, uhh, kind of quick."

"Oh. Minute man, huh? You're right, she wouldn't like that."

She laughed, unconsciously touching her own nipples now, pinching them. I watched, enthralled.

She shook her head. "Minute man. No, I wish. More like thirty second man. On a good day. Seriously Adam, with as sexy as Kristi is she'll be lucky to get it out of his pants before he, uh, unloads. It's really bad."

"Has he ever tried to teach himself to do better?"

"No, Adam, he's a very selfish lover. Its all about him, and when he's done, he's done. I can't tell you how many nights I've had to masturbate to orgasm after he falls asleep, I don't know if he finds me attractive or not, really." She looked down at the floor.

"Rain, your husband is a complete ass. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. He has no idea what he's missing out on. Look at you, you're incredible!" My hand was on the back of her neck, and I pulled her to me again, and ran my fingers down her spine, feeling her body shudder as I continued down the cleft of her bottom, feeling the tiny string of her thong as I touched the soft down and moist heat between the back of her thighs.




Adam's Journey Pt. 16



Finally I stopped her. "Here, you get over here for a while and let me explore that amazing little body. I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you."

I lowered her to the sofa and dropped to my knees in front of her, between her widespread legs. I ran my fingers over the blue satin of her thong, pressing it into her cleft and feeling her moist heat through it. Just a few short, dark hairs peeked out around the edge. I wanted to see her.

"Let's get this off of you, it's in my way." I manuevered her thong down, all strings and wet satin, and rubbed it between my fingers before dropping it to the floor. I could feel her thick wetness on my fingers. I left her stockings on. I spread her legs again and looked down at her pussy. It was beautiful, her dark hair complete but trimmed close, a neat little bush framing her pink pussy, slick and glistening with her arousal. Her inner lips were more red, and swollen, her clit a glistening, tiny little pebble.

I touched it lightly with one finger, and she moaned as I watched a small trickle of her juices ooze slowly out of her and down toward her ass. I leaned in and kissed her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples, then slowly kissed and nuzzled and licked my way down her stomach, teasing and touching.

I worked slowly lower, kissing around her mound and nuzzling her soft downy patch. Her body trembled, and her hips began to move, trying to get her most tender spots to my lips. I avoided that, and moved to her inner thighs, holding her legs at the ankles and spreading them far apart as I leaned in and kissed up and down her sensitive inner thighs, intentionally letting my stiff stubble scratch at her tender skin.

As I crossed from one leg to the other I let my tongue find her wet crevice and flick, just once, at her hard little clit. She cried out and jerked like she had received an electrical shock. "OH GOD!! Oh, fuck, oh you bastard, stop teasing me! You're driving me crazy, god, just do it!"

So I did. I buried my face into her wet, delicious pussy, and I savaged it. I licked, hard then soft at her clit, and thrust my tongue as far into her as I could. I lapped at her, and felt her orgasm rush over her and the gush of her sweet juices onto my tongue as she came, bucking and begging.

I slid my hands under her small ass and lifted her as I straightened up, holding her up to my face so that only her head and shoulders were on the sofa, her feet on my shoulders. I held her there, my lips and tongue working at her, tasting her pleasure, her joy, as she bucked and thrust herself at me, begging me to devour her, one orgasm after another sweeping over her and her pussy seeming to suck at my tongue.

What my mind, and her lips and hands had been unable to accomplish earlier, her arousal achieved in spades! Hearing her, riding her orgasms, feeling and tasting her responses, the scent of her extreme arousal, my cock was again rock hard and screaming for attention.

I lowered her from my lips and down to the cushions, moving forward and laying my hard cock on her belly. It looked to me to reach almost to her ribcage. She touched it, wonderingly, her blue eyes wide, her face a mix of ecstasy and arousal, maybe a little shock at her own powerful reactions. But no fear. "Oh god yes! Fuck me Adam, FUCK ME!!"

I moved slowly back until the tip of my cock was at the top of her cleft, than a little more until it slid down over her hard little clit and lined up perfectly with her tight opening. Again holding her legs at the ankles, spread wide, I slowly began to push into her. She was so tight! But I was extremely hard, and she was extremely wet, and the head of my cock slowly disappeared into her, then another inch, then another. She was gasping and moaning, just going "Oh godohgodohgdoh my god! Yes, put it in me, fuck me Adam, deeper, I want you in me!"

She was so small, and I'd had a couple of experiences in the past where women were uncomfortable with my size, so I was being careful. I didn't want this to hurt her at all, and I figured maybe I wouldn't fit all the way in, which was fine. I love driving it balls deep, which I can do with Kristi, and she loves it, but it wasn't necessary by any means.

I began to take short strokes, gradually working my cock more deeply into her. To my amazement she was bucking her hips up at me, trying to get more of me into her! She used my grip on her ankles for leverage, and thrust her pussy onto my cock, the hard tight ring of her opening gripping me like a velvet vise.

I looked at where we joined, then just held still and let her fuck herself all the way onto my shaft, my balls pressed against her tiny ass. I was amazed, she had taken my entire cock inside of her. I don't know, to this day, where she put it! We stopped for just a second, and she looked into my eyes, her brilliant blue irises sparkling with lust. "Christ Adam, oh god that's good!" 

I bucked my hips, just a little, moving my cock inside of her, and she exploded. "Oh god I'm cumming oh yes, oh fuck," then it deteriorated into a long combined moan and scream as she thrashed against me, and I gave up all pretense of control and released her ankles, lunging into her.

She wrapped her legs around me and I slammed into her, thrusting and jamming, daring her to take all I had to give. I was down on top of her now, and she had both arms tight around my neck, holding herself to me and slamming her hips up to receive my thrusts. It was amazing, but it was violent, and just a little bit frightening.

I felt her nails tearing at my back and shoulders and she was biting me, hard, on the tendon at the base of my neck on my right shoulder. It didn't seem to hurt at all, and I continued to fuck her as she began to chain-cum and gasp for air, no longer able to speak.

I continued to pound into her as she released her lips and teeth from my shoulder and began to speak into my ear, begging me to fuck her, telling me each time she was cumming, swearing at me, thanking me - I never would have believed this little angelic looking kitten had so much tiger in her!

I kept up that pace for what was probably only 2 minutes, maybe less, then began to slow down and take long, deep strokes, really feeling her pussy as it gripped and slid on my cock. I raised up so that I could watch her face, and found her blue eyes staring into mine, a look of lust and maybe a little shock and wonder on her face. "Oh my god, that feels so good! Oh, god, yes, don't stop, don't stop, oh fuck, your cock feels so good! Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!"

I had started out to maybe prove something to her, and maybe to myself as well, and I know I had taken out a little of my anger and frustration with Kristi on her. I know that wasn't fair to Rain, and that I had been probably more violent and brutal on her than I should have been, but she seemed to have loved it. Thank God.

Anyhow, somewhere in the last few minutes I had burned that out of myself, and it was no longer about that. Now it was all about enjoying this tiny little ball of fire that had my cock so firmly clamped inside her pussy, and was thrusting her hips up to meet my every move. I registered her heat, and her sounds, and her scent, and all the sensations of her body touching mine, and I felt the first tingles of my own orgasm rushing up on me.

This was too soon! Despite everything, I still wanted to prove to her that her husband was a loser for always cumming so quickly, and that she deserved to be made love to, and to have a man that would satisfy her needs. I did the only thing I knew to do, I stopped moving, my cock buried deep inside of her. Unfortunately, she continued to buck her hips up against me, fucking herself on my cock. She looked up at me.

"Oh, god, why did you stop? Did you cum?"

"No, not yet, but I will if you don't stop doing that."

"Cum, Adam, I want you to cum inside of me!" 

"I do too, I will Rain, but not yet!"

I was right on the brink, about to lose control and cum as she thrust herself onto me. I pulled out of her, I had to, I was so close! I heard her gasp and moan at the sudden emptiness, and I held my breath, willing myself not to cum. Ever so slowly the feeling receded, but my cock was so hard and throbbing it was bucking in the air as though I was shooting my load, and a small spurt of white semen escaped and slid down my hard shaft.

Once I passed the critical moment and backed away from the brink I knew I would be OK and could go on for awhile. I pulled her to the floor with me. "Here Rain, get on your hand and knees, I want to do you from behind for awhile."

"Oh god yes, fuck me some more, put it in me!" She kneeled and leaned forward, lowering her chest and shoulders to the floor and thrusting her ass up into the air, presenting me with her pussy. It was so beautiful, open and glistening wet, her inner lips puffy and pink with arousal, parted, inviting me back into her body.

I know I had been leaking heavily inside of her, and her dark hair was wet with our combined fluids, matted to her outer pussy lips. I leaned forward and tasted us, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her pussy. She gasped and thrust back against my lips, and I moved my tongue inside of her. She shuddered, and begged me to fuck her, so I did.

I positioned my cock at her tight opening and thrust in, all the way, with one long slow push. She cried out and slammed back against me. "Oh fuck, oh goddamn you, oh god, you're making me cum!!"

I could feel her pussy squeeze me as she came, and I continued to fuck her, holding onto her hips and pulling her back against me. I enjoyed watching her pussy cling and grasp my thick shaft as I screwed her, and enjoyed the sounds she made and the feel of her body.

She kept reaching back between her legs and feeling my balls, grabbing and squeezing them, touching where our bodies were joined. I was really getting into this, and wanted it to go on forever, but after several minutes (and a couple more orgasms for Rain) I could feel my explosion building again and knew it wouldn't be too long. I wanted to look into her eyes as I came inside of her, so I pulled out of her and got her on her back, thrusting a pillow from the sofa under her hips, then pushed her legs up and trapped them between my arms so that they would be over my shoulders.

I again entered her, and she cried out at how deep I went, my balls crushed tight to her ass. In only a few thrusts, a few seconds, I crested and began to cum, feeling my cock spasm and spurt deep in her pussy. 

It was my turn to cry out with the intensity of it, heightened by holding so long near the brink. "Oh god, I'm cumming, oh yes. Uhhh, damn!" Her hands were on my ass, nails digging in as my muscles bunched and spasmed, spilling my load into her. She rode me through it, face intent and teeth clenched, staring into my eyes.

It seemed like I came forever, but eventually the intense sensations began to subside and I moved my arms, allowing her to lower her legs. I soon slid out of her and collapsed on the floor next to her, sprawled half on my side and half on my back. She slid up and put her head on my arm, pressing her body against me.

"God Adam, that was so good! I haven't cum like that in...well, I don't think I've ever cum like that! Thank you for that."

I was still trying to catch my breath. "Don't thank me Rain, I loved it. You were amazing! Damn, it feels like you turned my whole body to jello!"

We just laid there for awhile, regaining our senses and enjoying each other's closeness, then she said "How's our time? Will they be here soon?"

I checked my watch. A little less than a half hour had passed since we first started. "No, we're OK. We should probably get cleaned up though, I think I made a pretty big mess in you."

She laughed. "I love it - and you lasted so long! That was amazing. Grab my panties for me will you?"

I sat up and reached for her little thong where it lay on the floor. "It's only amazing compared to what you're used to. It should take long enough to be good for both of you, you know."

She took her thong from me, untangled it, and began to slip it over her feet, still laying on her back. I could see that her pussy was covered and smeared with cum, the white streaks throughout her dark pubic hair, sticky and matted, and a thick stream leaking out of her. I suppressed a powerful urge to lick her clean, I wanted to taste her, but that's kind of extreme and I didn't know how she'd take it. We'd only just met, after all.

"Rain, don't you want to clean up a little first? I'll get you a washcloth and towel."

She considered that for a moment. "No, no I think I want to save this little surprise for Morgan. I want him to know that tonight he's not the only one that decided to have a little extra fun. Two can play at that game."

I stood, and my head spun for a moment. She got her thong pulled up and in place, then sat up and reached up to take my hands. I pulled her to her feet, and she leaned into me, her arms around me. She hugged me, then stepped back. "Well, I suppose... Oh Adam, you're bleeding! Did I do that?"

I looked down. There were several small spots of blood and a lot of scratch marks where her nails had dug at me, and a small trickle of blood from an obvious bite mark on my shoulder. I laughed. "Yeah, you were the only other one in the room! I'm pretty sure I can't bite my own shoulder."

"Oh Adam, I'm sorry! That's embarrassing that I would do that, how awful!"

"No big deal Rain, it doesn't hurt or anything. I guess it just shows how much you enjoyed yourself."

"Well, come in the bathroom and I'll wash those off for you. We should put a bandaid on that one."

I followed her to the bath, me still naked and her in only her tiny thong, the blue satin triangle now saturated and stained dark with cum. I sat on the edge of the tub, and she got a warm soapy cloth and cleaned all the wounds she had created. I was at the perfect height to lick her nipples, so I did, and she leaned in and let me as she washed my shoulder. It distracted me from the slight sting of the soap. She smelled of warm, fertile woman, and of soap, and of cum, and I found it very arousing. I touched the blue satin, pressing it into her, and white sperm oozed around my finger. I had totally flooded her pussy

She rinsed the cloth and then kneeled in front of me, taking my still thick and rubbery cock into the warm cloth in her hands and cleaning all the sticky remnants of our lovemaking off of me, carefully washing and cleaning my cock and balls. I could feel myself begin to harden, just a little, and she took me in her mouth. I groaned, I was still so sensitive, and she sucked my cock.

"Rain, honey, we probably don't have time to go again." 

She let my now mostly erect cock slip from her lips. "I know, but I wish!"

Yeah, I knew. Me too. 

She stood again, and I found the band-aids and a small tube of antiseptic for the bite marks on my shoulder. That it was a bite was unmistakable. I'd have to try to keep it covered for a couple days.

As she did repairs on me I sat still, looking down at her legs and tummy, and the mound of her sex, now covered by wet blue satin. I noticed that the top band of her stockings each had a semi-circular wet stain where our cum (OK, mostly mine) had run down the inside of her thighs and soaked into them. The left one was especially bad. I thought she should know - she'd be with her husband soon.

"Honey, I really made a mess of you. Even your stockings have cum stains on them. If it gets any worse it will show even when you have your dress on. I'm sorry, I didn't know I'd cum so much. That sure felt good though!"

She finished her patch job and leaned against me. "It felt amazing, and I don't care about the damages. I love the way I feel inside right now, and wish we had time for you to cum in me again."

I reached around her trim form and cupped her round, tight little ass in my hands. She moaned softly and pumped her hips very slowly, leaning the side of her face against mine. I let the fingers of my right hand wander under the string of her thong and into the slippery, steamy cleft of her pussy. I lowered my lips to her erect nipple as I probed just a little, one knuckle deep, into her swampy pussy, and I felt her body rock with a strong tremor.

I continued my journey forward, and found the now-soft bud of her clit with my fingertip, and I stroked it gently, then harder, and in seconds her body shuddered through another strong orgasm. "OH GOD! Oh Adam, stop, you're killing me! How do you do that, you just touch me and I cum. It's almost embarrassing."

"Well Rainbow, I'd say you needed this. You were just ready for an evening like this, that's all. Don't be embarrassed, I'm loving every second of it."

She laughed softly. "Rainbow. What a silly name. Only my dad ever called me that. Maybe I will change it to R-a-y-n-e and drop the rest."

"Oh Rain, I wouldn't. I like it. And besides, it obviously means something to your folks, it speaks about their lives, you know?" As I spoke she pulled my hand from between her legs and, staring into my eyes the whole time, raised it to her lips and began to suck the cum off my fingers. She seemed to not even be aware that she was doing it, just listening to me talk to her, and it was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced.

I lost my train of thought for a moment, her gaze and the feel of her soft tongue on my fingers affecting my mind. I mumbled "Uhh, well, anyway, it's none of my business. But if you decide to change it, don't tell them. Or better yet, wait 'til they're gone so you don't hurt them."

She lowered my hand from her lips, and smiled at me wistfully. "You're a strange man, Adam." She laid her small hands on each side of my face, tilting my head up to kiss me. "I've only known you a few hours and in many ways I feel like we know each other better than Morgan and I do."

"Well, he's a fool. You need to either divorce him or give him a major wake-up call."

"Oh, I think tonight should serve to accomplish one of those things. Maybe both. Oh well, it's time, but I really do love him. If he just wasn't so closed off, so wrapped up in himself." She sighed "I suppose we had better get dressed, huh?"

We trailed back into the living room, me still naked and her in her thong and stockings. I enjoyed watching her walk ahead of me, the view spectacular.

We kept looking at each other, not speaking, as we dressed. I don't know what there was to say, but it felt like we were leaving something unfinished. I went to freshen our Cokes as she went to fix her hair. Too bad, I really liked her tousled, just-fucked look. 

We came back together in the living room. I had carried our drinks back in and was waiting when she returned from the bathroom, hair combed and just a touch of makeup and lipstick on. I watched her as she came across the room to where I sat, just enjoying the graceful motion of her small body. She stopped just in front of me and did a small wiggle, as though she were rubbing her thighs together.

"I still can't believe how good that felt, having you way up inside of me. It's like I can feel you there, in me, even now! I wanted that sooo bad!"

I pulled her down beside me on the sofa, and we kissed. "I hope I didn't screw you up with Morgan too bad. I'd hate to be the cause of you and him splitting up, and since you aren't making any effort to hide what we did from him..."

She laughed at me. "Kind of late to think of that now, huh Adam? I know, you guys can't think straight when all your blood rushes to your penis, right?" I smiled at her, and shook my head. She had a point. "No, I'm sure he was planning to divorce me anyway, so the worst this could have done was to speed it up a little. And who knows how he might react? I've never cheated on him before, it was always the other way around. Now he gets to find out what it feels like, now that he's a, uhh, what's the word?"




Adam's Journey Pt. 17



"What about you? What will you do if he does divorce you?"

She looked at me as though surprised at the change of direction.

"Oh, I'll be alright, I suppose. I signed a pre-nup, you know."

I should have known that, she was his third wife and he is obviously no fool regarding his money. "Oh, that's probably too bad, huh?"

"No, not really. He took pretty good care of me, he has to pay for me to go back to college and finish my education, and I get a generous lump sum plus a monthly stipend until I marry again or earn over a certain income. He's not stingy with his money, just with his love and emotions, and his time."

I could tell by the way she said it that she didn't care about all that, she just wanted him to love her, and cherish her, and make her a part of his life, and it hurt her that he hadn't.

I had my arm around her, and I hugged her close."Well, listen to us. I guess we're just a couple of fools in love. Too bad it's not with each other."

She reached up and kissed me, very lightly, letting her lips linger on mine as she moved, brushing our lips together, the tips of our tongues touching, tasting.

"It is too bad Adam. You're a special guy. I hope Kristi knows how lucky she is to have you." She was the second person to say that to me. I hoped so too, but was less sure.

"You too Rain. You'd be easy to love."

I saw tears start to well up, which had not been my intent. I broke the mood.

"You know what we should do? Let's exchange cell phone numbers! Who knows, we may want to keep up with what happens - I sure want to know how you and Morgan work out. We could both find ourselves single someday you know."

She liked that idea, and cheered up immensely. We grabbed our phones and exchanged numbers. I just put her in as 'Rain', but she wanted to hide my name in case Morgan used her phone.

"What should I use? Mr Big? nah, that's a cliche'. How about Ed, like Mr. Ed?" 

I shook my head. "No, not that. ED is erectile dysfunction, I don't want that nickname!" She laughed at my dumb joke, another good quality in a woman. "Use Mule, just m-u-l-e. That was my nickname in high school and college." 

I'd never volunteered that information before, I don't know why I did to her.

"I bet I know exactly how you got that name." She laughed. "It seems pretty appropriate to me!" She finished making the entry.

"There! Now I have a number stored that I can call when I need somebody to talk to, or when I just need a good fucking with a big ol' mule cock!" She blushed as she said it, and we both laughed.

"Thank you again Adam, for being so good and making sure that you took care of me too. I loved feeling your big cock way up inside of me, and for so long! I came so good."

"I told you Rain, I loved it! You were amazing, so tight, and I still don't know how you got me all the way in you, but I really enjoyed you so much! Please don't thank me, we both came out very well on that exchange, I think."

We kissed again, more deeply this time, and our tongues pushed and battled. She moaned, and I felt myself get hard as I squeezed her breast, pinching her stiff nipple through her dress. She felt my erection against her, and she seized it, squeezing and stroking me through my pants.

Screw them coming home and catching us, I wanted Rain again, right now, I wanted back inside of her, and I knew she wanted it as well!

I stood her up and quickly pulled her thong down to her knees, then lower, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock with my other hand.

I turned her around so that her back was to me, and began to lower her so that I could enter her from behind as she sat on my lap. I knew this would be fast and hard, we were both very aroused, and pressed for time. Sometimes a quickie is perfect. Just as we touched, we heard the rumble of the Shelby coming up the street.

I groaned. "Oh, for god's sake! Not now!"

But it was, and I heard the garage door start to ascend.

We separated, and I heard Rain blow out her breath, as though she'd been holding it. "God! Oh Adam, that was so close!" She pulled up her wet panties as I crammed my hard-on back into my pants.

Anybody looking at us could not mistake what had happened here, or what was just about to. She was flushed and wide eyed, her nipples erect and lips swollen. I'm sure I looked just as flushed, and I had a rather unmistakable bulge in my pants. I'm sure we both looked a little rumpled.

We moved to the kitchen, ostensibly to add ice to our drinks. Plus, I could stand behind the breakfast bar for a few minutes. I could feel the tension of this reunion creeping up my neck, and Rain looked like she was about to bolt.

I touched her. "Hey. Everything will be OK. Relax and go with it, you'll be fine." She smiled gratefully at me.

Easy to give advice, harder to follow it myself. We heard the engine go silent, and the doors slam, and I felt like I was about to throw up. 

I was surprised when the front door opened, I had expected them to come in from the garage. Kristi was in the lead, and she stepped in and to the side so that Morgan could enter.

She called out "Hi everyone, sorry we're so late, it was a long ride", then she stopped and looked around, seeing only Rain and I standing in the kitchen. "Where are Kori and Ron?"

I answered. "Oh, we dropped them off at their place; they were, uh, kind of tired."

"But their car is in the driveway..."

"Oh, yeah, they left that for Morgan and Rain to get back to their hotel. Since they're meeting for breakfast they plan to just get it back then."

Morgan looked at me, then at Rain. "So you two have been here, alone together? For the last couple of hours?"

"No, not alone. My dog is here somewhere." I heard Rain laugh softly beside me. 

The look on Morgan's face was almost comical. I could plainly see the thoughts that were crossing his mind etched on his face, the possible consequences of leaving his sweet wife with another man while he went on his own pussy hunt.

He had clearly thought that we would be safe with Ron and Kori as chaperones, and now all of the potential ramifications of leaving Rain alone with me were thundering through his head. He gaped at us for a moment, stunned with this development.

I glanced at Kristi. She was just giving me this deep, considering kind of look, a small frown on her face, her eyes narrowed. Her lips were slightly puffy and her hair looked a little wind-blown, and it hit me for the millionth time how gorgeous and sexy she is.

Morgan fell back on what he knew best, bluster and arrogance. "Well Adam, thanks for loaning me your car and your lady, we had a great time!"

"Oh, no problem Morg, we had a pretty great time ourselves." I smiled at Rain as I watched his phony grin fade.

Rain piped up from beside me "We had a wonderful time! I can't remember when I've enjoyed an evening more! Kristi, thank you for entertaining Morgan and showing him around, it gave me a chance to get to know Adam better. You're a very lucky lady, he's such a gentleman."

I thought she was laying it on a little thick, and I looked at her, bemused. I hadn't expected her to take the offensive in her battle with Morgan. She obviously planned to pull no punches, and it felt like she was about an inch shy of rubbing her cum-filled pussy in his face. I'd pay money to see that!

There was a lot of tension in the room, most of it emanating from Morgan, although I felt a little tight myself. Rain was bubbling and enthusiastic, aggressive even, and Kristi just seemed to be a little puzzled, or maybe it was amused, I don't know. I think she had a pretty good idea of what had happened here - as I've mentioned, she is very observant, and nobody's fool - but she wasn't sure how she should take it.

They continued to come toward us, Kristi entering the kitchen as Morgan stopped in the opening between kitchen and living room. I reverted to host mode, and offered drinks.

Morgan asked about a brandy, which I had, and Kristi requested a Bailey's, which I knew she liked over ice. I prepared them as we continued to maneuver. Rain and I stuck with our Cokes.

Morgan accepted his drink, then spoke up. "You didn't tell me that Kristi was such an excellent driver. She went up that mountain like a bat out of hell, but never missed a beat. Nearly scared the shit out of me a couple of times."

Kristi smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. "That's 'cause you're a wimp. I told you I knew what I was doing, but you didn't believe me until I showed you."

He tried again. "Adam, are you sure you won't sell me that car? It's a great ride, and now it's got some other fun memories for me too."

What an asshole! Was he going to try to rub my nose in the fact that he had probably fucked Kristi in my Shelby?

Before I could respond, Kristi spoke up. "Well, fun for one of us anyway. I swear Morgan, the only thing faster than that car was you!"

I heard Rain choke on her drink, and Morgan turned bright red. I had known that if he disappointed Kristi she would let him know about it, but I hadn't expected her to do it in front of his wife and me. 

She continued: "Really, you need to learn a little self-control, you're a grown man, not a 14 year old for Pete's sake. Aren't you embarassed when you fail like that? I mean, premature is one thing, but you're ridiculous."

I heard Rain beside me, whispering very softly "Yes! Tell him how weak he is."

I realized that part of the reason Kristi had suddenly gone on the attack was that she had seen that he meant to try to humiliate me, and she was having none of it. I didn't need her to fight my battles, but I knew enough to not get in her way.

Morgan was red faced and sputtering. "I don't want to talk about it! Why are you doing this? I can't help it, it's not my fault! Please, can we not discuss this?"

Kristi did not relent. "It is your fault Morgan, and you'd better learn to talk about it." She turned to face Rain. "Is he always this way?"

Rain did not respond at once, but Kristi persisted. "You know he was planning to try to fuck me, right?"

Rain nodded her head. "Yes, I knew. He does that."

Kristi laughed derisively. 'Well, he tries, but since he can barely get his cock out of his pants before he cums I can't imagine why he bothers! Is he that bad with you, too?"

Rain sighed. "Yeah, he's pretty bad. Wow, Adam said you were blunt and honest, and he was sure right about that!"

The two girl appraised each other for several seconds, and I think both liked what they saw. Kristi shook her head and looked back at Morgan, who was cringing, face deathly pale, in the doorway. "How do you stand it Rain? You must be so frustrated with that. Don't you just need to get laid once in awhile, by a real man?"

It looked like the two women were just going to stand here and discuss his inadequacy, right in front of him, and me. If he was a more likable guy I would have felt bad for him, or even stepped in and tried to stop it, but he's such an ass! I was just glad I was not the one they were tearing down, and I tried to sink into the wall. I knew women could tear men apart when they got together, but had never had the chance to witness it, and kind of wished I wasn't now.

Rain answered "He's not a very good lover. Bad really, I almost never cum with him, but I've gotten used to it. I do myself, sometimes, it's the only way."

Morgan looked at the floor, shamed and beaten.

Kristi walked over to him. "See Morgan? It's not just me. You need to face up to this and do better, no woman is ever going to be happy with a guy that shoots his load the second you touch his cock. What ever made you think you were such a ladies man? Don't you get embarassed when this happens every time you're with somebody?"

He mumbled "I can't help it."

"You have to. Only you can change things. There are ways, right Adam?" 

I nodded. I really didn't want to be part of this discussion. Here they are, beating up on Morgan, but at the same time Kristi is telling us all that she cheats on me, that she wanted to fuck him, if he'd only been able. We all knew that of course, but she was saying as much out loud, which totally changed the dynamic. I should have felt humiliated as well, but for some reason I didn't. Probably because compared to Morgan, I came off looking pretty good!

Rain joined in. "She's right honey, you could do other stuff, use your hands or your mouth you know. I could show you."

He sank down to the floor, his back against the wall and his head in his hands. He was mumbling, near tears. "I'm sorry, I should have known. Please forgive me, I'll try to be better, you never said anything, I'm so sorry."

Rain walked over to him, and, bending down, put her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, we should go and leave these two alone. We can talk more later, but we can start teaching you tonight. I have something very special for you to start with, you'll see. I think you're going to like it."

He looked up at her, defeat, hope, and suspicion all mingling on his face. Kristi looked at her, then at me. She knew, I could tell. I shrugged my shoulders at her.

Rain ushered Morgan to the door, him dejected and silent, then she turned and came back to me. She pulled my face down to hers and gave me a long, lingering kiss, right in front of Kristi and her husband. "Thank you again for tonight Adam, I had an incredible time. It was amazing!" 

She turned then and went to Kristi, and I thought how beautiful they were together, Kristi, tall and sleek, towering several inches over the tiny Rain but both of them looking hot and sexy.

"Thank you too Kristi, for letting me get to know Adam tonight, and for maybe waking up Morgan. And me. Maybe we can work things out, but he needed to hear from someone like you." She extended her hand to Kristi.

Kristi looked down at her hand, then back into her eyes. "You kissed Adam to thank him."

Rain slowly lowered her hand and raised her face, and Kristi took her face in her hands and kissed her, softly at first, then crushing their lips together with more desire and urgency. I could tell their tongues were probing, their bodies melted to each other and hands tangling in each other's hair. 

I was holding my breath, and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I've never been a fan of lesbian porn, but this was so damn hot, and it was real, right in front of me, and I knew the feel of both women's lips!

They broke their embrace, both looking a little wild-eyed and shocked at the intensity of what had just happened.

Kristi, very softly, said "Wow!"

Rain gently touched Kristi's face, a strangely intimate gesture, and smiled and turned away, going back to Morgan, and they left, promising to stay in touch. 

I turned to Kristi, but was thinking about Rain, and missing her already. 

Kristi was just standing and looking at me, not saying anything, a very appraising expression on her face. It unnerved me a little after what she had just done to Morgan. I had a feeling I was next in line.

Even then, quaking slightly inside, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was, and despite everything I hoped I hadn't hurt her by my actions. I couldn't stand the silence; I blinked first.

"I just can't get over how great you look tonight, that dress is just amazing on you."

She laughed, a little derisively I thought. "Nice try stud, the old diversion trick. It's not gonna work. So tell me, was she a good fuck?"

My gut clenched, even though I had been pretty sure she knew. At least I knew better than to insult her intelligence by lying to her. "Yes. She was pretty amazing, but we didn't plan it, it just kind of happened. We were just there, talking, then...well, you know."

She just looked at me, an odd, sort of pensive expression on her beautiful face. I felt myself choking up, afraid she would cry, afraid that I had hurt her again. The silence stretched, and again I cracked.

"How did you know?"

This time when she laughed there was actual humor in it. "Jesus Adam, neither you or her had better plan to make a living playing poker! I knew the second I walked in here, it was written all over your face. And if I had any doubt, it was gone when I got close to her. You must have cum all over her, I could smell you on her from 3 feet away." She stopped for a second, looking down, then spoke softly.

"It smelled good though. You and she have good body chemistry together. Her scent, your scent, it made me horny. Well, hornier." 

That freaked me out a little, I think. I had no response, so I left it.

"Are you angry with me?"

She looked into my eyes. "Do I have any right to be?"

"Yes. Of course you do. I'm your fiance', we're supposed to be able to trust each other, then I go do the very thing that I was so angry with you for! It wasn't a revenge fuck, if that's what you're thinking, it just happened. I liked her, she liked me, we had cheating lovers in common and got to talking, and, well, it happened."

"So that was part of it, me taking off with Morgan?"

"Maybe, a small part. The biggest thing was being alone together. I think it would have happened regardless. So you're not mad?"

She coughed out a brief, and again humorless laugh. "Oh, Adam, I never said that! I'm maybe equal parts mad, hurt, surprised - I honestly don't know what I feel, it's just all jumbled inside and gnawing at me. Something just sticks in my mind, why this is so much worse than what I did, but I can't express it. Let me think and tell you later."

I was relieved in a way. She hadn't gone after me. Yet.

She walked back into the kitchen, saying "I almost forgot. I need to do something."

She took the roll of paper towels from the cabinet and tore off a couple, wetting them at the sink, then headed for the garage carrying the roll. I trailed along behind, gradually starting to wonder what she had done to my car.

She walked to the passenger side and opened the door, taking a dry paper towel and reaching inside. As she bent and reached I was treated to a nice rear view of her ass and of her smooth pussy beneath her short dress, framed between her strong thighs. Her pussy looked swollen with arousal, and moist. I wanted to touch her, but instead looked into the car to see what she was doing.

What she was doing was wiping what could only be cum splatter off the dashboard and front edge of the passenger seat, and I could see several more pearly white streaks on the floormat between the two, gradually drying and crusting at the edges. 

Kristi was doing her best to clean up, but I knew it would take more than a couple of paper towels. I grabbed the car cleaning and preservation supplies that I keep together in a crate in the garage, and gave her what she would need to complete the job.

"I can't believe this! You let that sucker cum all over my car, what were you thinking?"

She stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me. "Listen to yourself Adam! You're all upset because we got a little cum on your car. Where would you rather he had put it?"

I knew immediately what she meant. It could very well have been inside of her. I felt foolish, but my point was more that he never should have been alone with her and my Shelby in the first place. Nevertheless, after my actions of that evening I couldn't very well raise too much of a fuss about that. I changed tactics.

"So what happened? I mean, how did this happen?"

She had her back to me again as she finished cleaning up his spray, but I could tell by the change in her voice that she knew she had me. "So, you want me to tell you what happened? Everything we did?" Her voice sounded lower, husky and sexy. "You want all the juicy details?"

"No, no, I just want to know how you managed to let him shoot all over the place like this."

She turned and stood, then lowered herself to the edge of the seat she had just cleaned. She moved her long legs apart, intentionally showing me her naked, smooth pussy. I could see that she was very wet, and swollen with arousal, her inner lips puffy and protruding. My mouth flooded with saliva, and I raised my eyes to find her watching my face and smiling. It was difficult to swallow, but I managed.




Adam's Journey Pt. 17



"Well Adam, this was actually the third time he came. Do you want me to start there, or at the beginning?"

I groaned inwardly, but I was stunned. They had been gone less than two hours, just a little over an hour and a half, really, and he had cum three times?

I knew I would have to hear about it. It was sick, I know that, but I needed to know what Kristi had experienced, about the things they had done together. Kristi knew too, I think. She knew that if she pushed me I would beg her to tell me about it. Even to me my voice sounded odd. "No, start at the beginning. Tell me."

"I'm done here. Let's go inside first." 

I just dropped the stuff on the floor, letting the paper towels and rags lie. I'd pick up tomorrow. I held out my hand and helped her up, then followed her into the living room. We sat together on the sofa, much as Rain and I had done earlier. I couldn't admire Kristi's wet pussy from this angle, but she leaned against my side and I put my arm around her, and that felt good.

She began.

"Well, when we left the restaurant I headed for the highway, but he tried to get me to go to their hotel with him. I told him we were going for a ride first, like he'd asked for. He gave up pretty quick, but after a couple of shifts my dress had ridden up and he could see that I had nothing under it. He reached over and put his hand on my leg, and then between my legs and started touching me."

My heart was beating faster as I imagined this picture. "What did you do?"

"Don't interrupt. I spread my legs apart so he could have better access. It felt good. I was real wet already - I was hoping to get laid, so I was excited. He put I think two fingers in me, and he touched my clit. It was so hard! I almost came right then, but I wanted to see him, I wanted to see his cock. I told him to open his pants and take it out, that I wanted to see it."

As she said this, her right hand went between her legs, and I knew she was touching herself, slowly and gently masturbating as she told her story. Her left hand dropped to my lap, finding my cock hard and thick through my pants, and she began to just barely move her hand, mostly just squeezing and releasing, over and over. It was amazing, but I still felt a little disgust with myself for enjoying this like I was.

"He has a very nice cock Adam." She said this very matter-of-factly, like she was talking to a girlfriend and I was supposed to be happy about that. "It isn't as big as yours, but he's probably close to eight inches and nicely thick, long and straight, and very hard! And he has this beautiful foreskin, stretched over the head of his cock, even when he's hard, it looked so nice. I knew it would be so soft and silky, and I wanted to touch it. I stopped at a traffic light and I reached over and stroked him, pushing back his soft little skin."

Her hips were moving slightly now as she remembered, pushing herself against her fingers. Her eyes were closed, and I could hear her breathing getting more rapid.

"What happened next?"

Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. "I asked you not to interrupt. He came, Adam. As soon as I touched his cock he came, his cum all hot and slippery over my fingers, my hand, it just shot out of him, over and over. He grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket and tried to catch it, but by then it was everywhere, all over my hand, his pants, his hands. His handkerchief was soaked, he had cum on his shirt."

She laughed at the memory of the event. Clearly she had enjoyed his embarrassment at his premature orgasm.

"If you had looked closely you would have seen the cum all over his pants. Oh god Adam, it was so funny, he just kept cumming and apologizing, and I just kept stroking him untill he begged me to quit."

I was breathing faster myself, imagining his cum all over her hand as she stroked him, his hard, slippery, cum-covered cock tight in her grip. Kristi knew she was having this effect on me. She went on:

"You know what I did? I pushed my fingers into his mouth, I made him lick his cum off my fingers, then I licked off what he missed. It was good, salty and musky. Take your cock out Adam, I want to see it. This is making you so horny, isn't it?"

I unfastened my pants and, raising up, slid them down. My cock sprang out, hard and erect. "Yes Kristi, it's making me horny. I can't help it."

"Good. I want you to be horny." She lowered her head to my lap, taking my cock in her mouth. I gasped, it felt so good and was so unexpected.

She sucked me for maybe half a minute, then began to just lick my shaft, all around, from base to tip. That was not something she usually did.

I realized what she was doing when she said "I can taste her on you Adam. I can taste her pussy. She tastes good." 

She still had her hand between her legs, stroking her own pussy, and my cock was back in her mouth. I felt her body tense, then shudder through an orgasm. Her own story and the taste of Rain's pussy on me had been too much for her, and she had cum. God! Her orgasm almost set me off, but I gritted my teeth and held on. Kristi had more story to tell.



Adam's Journey Pt. 18



Kristi released me from her soft lips and sat up, letting out a long breath. 'Whew!, Oh man, I needed that!"

The little light bulb in my head went on. "You didn't get to cum with him, did you? He didn't get you off?"

"Who's telling this story Adam? If you want to just guess the rest, you go right ahead, I'll keep quiet."

I laughed at her, trying to act so tough after just getting herself off and sucking on me. "Kristi, I don't believe you could stop telling this whole thing now anymore than I could stop listening."

She smiled. "You're right. Because I know this next part is going to drive you crazy."

She stood and put one leg over me as she faced me, then lowered herself onto my legs, straddling me and pulling up her dress so that her naked ass and thighs were against my own bare legs. She scooted forward, kneeling over me, until her hot, wet pussy was against the underside of my stiff shaft, pressing it against my belly and trapping my cock between us. She leaned back slightly, humping her pussy against me. She moaned. "Mmm, god, that feels good!"

She was right, except I might have chosen the word wonderful, incredible, amazing, fantastic, exquisite....nah, probably not exquisite, that sounds a little gay. Anyhow, it felt great!

She settled in, rubbing very slowly against me, and began again.

"After Morgan came all over himself, he was bitching about having all that cum on his pants, so I told him it was his own fault, and if he didn't like it he should take them off, so he did! He tossed them in back and sat there bare-assed, his cock all useless and limp, and started bugging me again to go to his hotel with him."

She smiled, a little wickedly. "I started making fun of him for cumming so fast, telling him it would be a waste of time to go to his hotel since he was so obviously all used up so quickly. He got all pissed off and swore he could get it up again, and wouldn't cum so fast the next time. I said 'Show me. In the meantime I have a mountain to drive up. And remember, you asked for this ride.' He told me that was really just an excuse to get me alone once he realized that it was me and not you that would be driving."

She laughed again. "It was so funny, him sitting there with no pants on, trying to seduce me while he's busy jerking off, trying to get it hard again. Pitiful!"

"Anyhow, by then I was on the turn to the base of the hill, and I started to focus more on my driving. He did get it up again though, he had a good, stiff hard-on only about 4 or 5 minutes after he had just cum, so that was pretty impressive, and a little redeeming value for him. That's a lot faster than a lot of guys can do that, even you usually baby! And, even more amazing, he kept it up, even though I scared the crap out of him on that drive!"

Kristi leaned back and laughed hard at the memory of frightening him on the drive. That probably was pretty funny, but more importantly when she leaned back it mashed her pussy against my hard cock, and I was intensely aware of the heat and wetness, and the feel of her soft lips and hard clit pressed to my cock, her soft lips clinging and her vagina seeming to suck at me. I tried to buck my hips a little, trying desperately to slip inside of her, but she avoided my moves. I groaned "Oh, Kristi, my god!"

She grabbed my chin and got eye-to-eye with me. "Don't you dare cum Adam! I've already had to deal with one wimpy little quick-squirter tonight, so don't you even think about it!"

I was, I couldn't help thinking about it. I knew that if I ground my cock against her wet, fleshy heat just a couple more times I could cum. I wanted to, so bad! I didn't though, instead I held very still and did some equations in my head, and it worked.

"You should have seen how scared he was Adam, despite what he tried to tell you and his wife. He was gripping his cock with one hand, and the dashboard with the other, and all of his knuckles were white!" She laughed again. I never knew she had such a mean streak, but it was really funny. I'd ridden with her enough to trust her, but I knew she liked to drive wicked fast, terrifyingly fast on a road like that.

"He alternated between begging me to slow down and begging me to go to his hotel with him, I think his big and little heads were competing. I pushed it faster and let it drift more, close to the edges, making the tires scream, all that stuff."

My palms were getting sweaty just imagining it.

"Then I shot off into that one gravel turnout, you know, the one with the bushes, that looks back up the canyon? The one that always has used condoms on the ground? Anyhow, I stopped and turned off the lights and the engine, and looked at him." She laughed again, and I felt it through her body. I'd never realized how much you feel a woman's laughter when her pussy is pressed up against you. You really do. It's best like this, when she's not laughing at you, I would imagine.

"He was sitting there with his eyes bugging out, still gripping his cock which was all huge and hard and red - I think he was about to squeeze it off. If he was going to die, he planned to take his dick with him." 

I had to laugh at that, it was a great image.

"He said 'Now what?' , so I told him 'Now we sit here for awhile while you relax, then I'm going to get out and come around to your side and I'm going to suck your cock for a few minutes, then you can eat my pussy, then I'll bend over the hot hood and you can fuck me from behind, for as long as you want.'" 

She leaned in and kissed me then, not speaking as she brushed her lips across mine, then kissed me harder and with more heat, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She continued to kiss me and lick my lips, sucking on my tongue as she ground herself against me, pumping her hips and masturbating herself against my rigid shaft.

I knew she was going to cum again, I could hear it and feel it coming, and I thrust myself hard against her, smashing her clit against my cock. As she came, I crushed my lips to hers and fucked her mouth with my tongue, in time with the bucking of her hips. She cried out and slumped against me, gasping for air.

I gave her a minute to catch her breath, during which time she continued to rhythmically slide her swollen pussy against my cock, not aware she was doing it but needing to touch and be touched. Eventually I asked, I had to. "So what happened?"

She didn't chastise me for speaking, not this time. Instead she just smiled softly at me. "Couldn't you taste it Adam? Couldn't you taste what happened? Can you smell it on my breath?" She breathed into my face.

I had tasted and smelled mostly the Bailey's sweet creamy flavor, but there was something else, something musky and sexual over the drink she had just finished. It took me just a second or so. "He...he came in your mouth? Before he could fuck you?"

"The second I touched him Adam. As soon as I started to suck on his balls, which were so shrunken up in the cold, night air, he spurted all over my shoulder, and then on my lips and chin as I tried to get his cock in my mouth. Look, you can see some on my dress."

She was right, there was a shiny, dried, crusty smear on her tiny sleeve that could only be cum.

She kissed me again. I was repulsed but so incredibly aroused it overrode my revulsion. She thrust her tongue into my mouth again, and I sucked on it. I was pretty sure that I could just faintly taste the load she had taken maybe an hour or so before.

She pulled back. "I know you're disappointed in me."

Actually I wasn't, not right then. Maybe later, when I had time to think about it. "No, Kristi, I'm...what do you mean?"

"You're disappointed that I didn't let you be there to see it, to watch his cock thrust and pump as he spurted in my mouth, again and again. Admit it Adam, tell me you're disappointed."

"Oh god, Kristi, why are you doing this to me?"

"You're upset that you missed it, that you can barely tell. You really wanted me to take his big creamy load in my mouth right in front of you, and let you watch while he pumped and spurted in my mouth, and then let you watch me swallow it all. Tell me, say it!"

"Oh c'mon Kristi, that's so gross, it's just nasty!"

"If you find it so gross, how come you're so hard Adam? You're hard as stone!"

She was right, and I seemed to have absolutely no control over that situation. I could only look down and groan. 

She grabbed my chin and pulled my head up to look into her eyes. "You wanted me to swallow his cum, then come to you with my lips all smeared with his creamy load and kiss you, let you taste his cum on my lips and tongue and see how slippery and silky it feels, how creamy it tastes."

"Kristi, that's just disgusting, I never wanted that!"

She just smiled at me and shook her head. "Denial Adam? It's hard to believe when you're on the verge of cumming just thinking about it."

I was about to cum, but not because of that, I was sure. It was her, her scent and taste and touch. It couldn't be this weird fantasy she'd just painted, although I again had my tongue in her mouth.

She raised up, still kissing me, and let the tip of my cock slide between her pussy lips, rubbing her opening and her clit against the swollen head of my cock and wetting me. Her lips still touching mine, she whispered "Can you still taste his cum in my mouth Adam? Does that make you hard?"

As she said it she thrust herself down on me, impaling herself deep, full length on my rigid cock, and I was cumming, jamming myself into her, crushing my balls against her ass, thrusting and crying out at the intensity, pumping and spurting, emptying myself into her, and then she was cumming too, and we pounded and tore at each other, willing it to never end. 

It did of course, all too soon, and then we were just slowly rocking against each other, spent and gasping for air. I was still inside of her, still mostly hard, and her head was on my shoulder, her long hair hanging down across my chest and stomach as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She very slowly moved her hips, gently fucking herself on me as the final aftershocks of her orgasm subsided.

I felt like every muscle in my body was depleted, limp and useless, and my breathing was fast and heavy. "Oh my god Kristi, that was incredible. I think you damn near killed me on that one!" 

All I got in response was a low moan. With my hands on her sides I could feel that she was breathing as heavily as I was.

"Honey, are you OK?"

She moaned again, and shuddered, and I felt her head move on my shoulder. "Ohhh, yes, I'm f-f... I'm fine. God!"

We sat there awhile, still joined together, not speaking as we caught our breath. I was very aware of her pussy still gripping my cock and could feel every slight contraction as her body continued to wind down from her climax. Without raising her head she murmured "Oh Adam, you have no idea how badly I needed that."

"Apparently we both did. That was really intense, huh?"

I felt her head nod against my neck. 

"Baby, raise up for a minute, I need to feel you against me."

She sat up and I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, catching the hem of her dress and raising it up past her stomach and ribs. She raised her arms in the air, and I lifted her dress over her head and off, tossing it on the back of the sofa. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it open, then lay against me again, now skin-to-skin. I could feel smooth, warm skin and her hard nipples against me. This was better.

She raised up again and ran her fingers over the scratches on my chest and sides, and the band aid on my shoulder. Crap, I had forgotten all about those! "What happened to you Adam? You're all scraped up."

"Um, well, I guess Rain got a little carried away."

Her eyes widened. "She did this to you? What's the band aid for?"

"Uh, well, actually she bit me. She thought it would be a good idea to clean it up and put the band aid on." This was awkward for me, my fiancee' questioning me about injuries sustained during sex with another woman.

"That little tiny girl tore you all up like this, and bit you bad enough to need bandaging!" I heard her laugh, low in her throat. "Good god Adam, what did you do to her? She looked like a sweet little lamb and you got her so juiced up that she did all this?"

"Oh c'mon Kristi, I'm not going to tell you about it, that's your deal. I don't think I'd be very good at it anyhow. I fucked her, OK? But you already know that."

"Did you make her cum?" 

"Yes."

"A lot?"

"I don't know, what's a lot? Several times, I guess. She seemed to enjoy it."

Kristi laughed again, low and sensual. "I'll say! And no wonder, married to that useless husband of hers. He probably never makes her cum. You know how easy I am to get off, and he couldn't even do me!"

"Yes, well, anyhow." I was uncomfortable talking about it, and wasn't sure what to say to that. "Should we go up to bed?"

"Was she really wet Adam?"

"Yes. Damn, Kristi!"

"Was she really tight?"

"Yes."

"Did she taste really sweet Adam? I thought she tasted sweet on your cock. Did you think she tasted sweet?"

"Jesus Kristi, will you stop? Yes, she tasted hot and sweet and wonderful, and I ate her pussy until she came on my face. Are you happy?"

"Am I happy? What a dumb question!" She paused. "Did she take your whole cock Adam? Did she get that whole big cock of yours inside her tight little pussy?"

"Yes. Yes, she did."

She raised up and looked me in the eye then, surprised, I think.

"Really, she did? Amazing!" She rocked on me then, and I felt her squeeze me. "I really need to cum some more Adam, I need to. Will you do that thing to me, like you do sometimes? Will you please use that talented tongue? Will you lick all your cum from my pussy baby?"

Yes, of course I would. I had done this several times during our relationship. I didn't do it because I had any particular kink for it, although I certainly didn't mind. I did it because I had discovered that it made her totally crazy horny when I did it, it drove her wild, and she would cum like a fucking earthquake.

This was the first time she had ever actually asked me to do it though, and she was practically begging me to! That was a total turn on for me, although it was far too soon for my cock to respond. Sparks were firing elsewhere in my body and mind just from knowing how bad she wanted me.

"Sure baby, I'd love to eat your pussy. Just ask again, maybe even beg a little, and be sure to say please."

She laughed, shaking her head at me."Oh you bastard! You're going to be a smart ass, huh? Please eat my fucking pussy, OK? Please, I need you!" She slid off me sideways, my thick rubbery cock slipping wetly out of her and plopping onto my thigh in a splash of cum. She fell onto her back on the sofa and pulled her long legs up and apart, opening herself to me.

I looked at her smooth, glistening pussy for a moment or two, pink and swollen with lust, her clit erect and proud, smeared with our combined juices. I watched a trickle of pearly white cum flow from her pussy where it gapped slightly open, then leaned forward and buried my face between her legs, thrusting my tongue into her as far as I could.

I tasted and smelled our sex, and heard Kristi cry out "Oh, fuck yes!", and then I lost myself in the moment, overwhelmed by the assault on all my senses. 

She tangled one hand in my hair, gripping a handful and holding my face tightly to her pussy. Her hips began to pump, grinding her pussy into my face, and I was very aware of the slippery texture and salty, musky flavor of our combined cum as I lapped at her engorged tissues, and I swallowed a mouthful of our juices.

She was moaning and crying out, and I could feel her orgasm coming like a tidal wave, and I only distantly noted the pain caused by her pulling my hair. I rode her bucking hips, alternately lapping and sucking at her hard clit and thrusting my tongue as far as I could into her hot, wet opening, and when she came, hard, the contraction of her muscles forced a flood of cum into my mouth.

I had apparently cum a fair amount when I had fucked her shortly before, because she seemed to have an almost endless supply inside of her. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps Morgan had cum in her too, and I almost pulled away at that thought, but she had told me that he had not and I chose to believe her.

She came again moments later, crying out "Oh Adam, oh my god, don't stop, ohhhgod, oh god!" as she rode my tongue, and almost immediately after that wave subsided, came again, hard, clamping my head between her thighs and thrusting her pussy hard against my face, all the muscles in her body contracting and freezing her hard against me as she let my tongue do all the work.

I gladly met her thrusting hips and her deepest wishes, thoroughly enjoying the intensity of her orgasms, her powerful reaction arousing me and raising my cock to near-full erection despite my depleted state. As that last enormous orgasm subsided, she collapsed back onto the couch, her body as limp as a dishrag.

Her thighs relaxed, and she released her death-grip on my hair. Perversely, knowing what it would do to her, I stayed in position and flicked my tongue over her hard clit. She spasmed as though receiving an electrical shock, and squirmed around, trying to push me away. "Oh god, stop, stop, no more! Oh fuck, don't touch me. Oh, holy shit!"

I laughed and backed away a little and she rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position and gasping for air. Every few seconds her body would shudder with a little aftershock as her muscles and nerves worked back toward a normal state. I moved up near her face, and gently began to kiss her cheek and neck until she turned her head and our lips met, and she hungrily sucked at my wet lips and tongue, and licked the jizz off my chin.

We tongue wrestled for a few seconds, sharing the taste of our lust, and then I dropped into a sitting position on the floor, my back against the front of the sofa. Kristi lay behind me and continued to touch me, stroking my neck and shoulders and touching my ears and my hair. She brought her hand around from behind and touched my lips with her fingers, feeling the slickness around my mouth and on my lips, gathering a little of our fluids to lick off her own fingers.

"We taste good together Adam. That was amazing, it felt soooo good! Thank you, I needed that so bad."

"No need to thank me, I thoroughly enjoyed myself." That was completely true, and my cock, sticking out between my legs about three-fourths hard without anyone laying a finger on it was the evidence of that. "I'm just so glad you enjoyed it." I grabbed my shirt and used it to finish drying the cum off my face.

"Ohh, and I did! Any girl that has never had her pussy eaten right after a good hard fuck just doesn't know what she's missing. That's just the best!"

"Well, surely most girls have experienced that, at least once or twice."

"I never had Adam, not before you did it to me. That really blew my mind, that first time!"

"Really? That's hard to believe. I mean, it can't be that unusual."

She thought about it for a few seconds. "Well, some guys will stop in the middle and pull out, and then go down on a girl for awhile before getting back to fucking, but to do it after they cum in you, no, never, that's got to be really rare. But it's sooo good!"

"Well, I think it's fun, and I like what it does to you. I like your reaction, how aroused you get."

She rolled forward on the couch and put her chin on my shoulder. "I'm so glad you do. If you ever advertised that skill you'd have the ladies lining up at your door. Between that and your big cock, you'd be a hero!" She leaned forward more and looked down, seeing my cock jutting out in front of me. "And speaking of that, you do look like that turned you on a bit. Can I suck your cock for you mister?"




Adam's Journey Pt. 19



I turned the radio on low, to a soft jazz station that we both liked, then slid into the bed while Kristi went into the bathroom to clean up a little. I propped a couple of pillows up and leaned back to wait, but was getting pretty drowsy by the time she emerged several minutes later.

She had washed her face, taking off all the makeup, and standing there naked with her damp, tousled hair hanging around her face and clinging in places to her cheeks and forehead she just looked so damn sweet and sexy, and I told her so.

"Baby, you amaze me. You looked so smokin' hot and exotic, the way you had your makeup and dress and hair and all tonight, and then you take it all off and you still look so damn incredible. Just amazing!"

She laughed, her full deep laugh, and slid into bed and against my side, forming her long lean body to mine. "Oh Adam, you're so full of shit! My hair's a wreck from our little romp downstairs, I don't have a speck of makeup on - you probably just think any naked woman looks great."

"Well, yeah, that's pretty much true, but you're just so beautiful and so hot, and you've got that 'just fucked' glow going on. Nothing any sexier than that!"
I was very aware of her hard nipples against my side and stomach as she slid down to put her head on my shoulder, and of the wet, slick heat of her pussy against the outside of my thigh as she wrapped her legs around my right one and rubbed herself against me. She laid her right hand on my chest, teasing and pinching my nipples gently, then slid her hand down across my stomach and found me hard and swollen. I groaned as she gently slid her fingers over me, just barely touching.

She slid her hand under my scrotum and cupped my balls in her palm and fingers, using her thumb to stroke and press and squeeze each testicle, gently, then harder, touching, teasing, torturing. I let out an involuntary gasp.

She raised up and looked at me. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you, do you want me to stop?"

"God no!"

"Do you want that blowjob now? You look ready."

I did, desperately, but I knew that I would be almost unconscious afterward, and we needed to talk.
"I do, but can we talk a little first?"

She laughed again, and poked me in the ribs. "God Adam, what are you, a girl? I never heard of a guy passing up a blowjob to talk instead!"

I laughed at that, it did kind of go against the laws of nature. "Hey, give me a break! I'm not passing it up, I'm just delaying. It's like saving the dessert for last, you know? Besides, I could still talk while you sucked me, but you wouldn't be able to respond." 

She laid her head back on my chest and slid her fingers across that sensitive spot just behind my balls to tickle my asshole, and in her low, sultry voice she said "No Adam, trust me. With the blowjob I'm planning to give you, you wouldn't be able to talk either."

I felt my cock spasm and my balls tighten, and a shiver ran through my body. "Jesus Kristi, you're killing me here! But we do need to talk."

"OK. About what? And can I keep playing while we talk?" 

"I'm counting on it, and just about various stuff. Like for example, you told me all about Morgan cumming pretty much everywhere, except how he managed to cum all over my car. How did that happen?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. That was nothing, just him showing what a loser he is again. He kept begging me to go back to his hotel with him, but I wasn't too interested in letting him stick his cock in me so he could cum in 30 seconds, that's no fun, so I made a bet with him."

It hadn't looked like nothing to me, it had looked like about 6 ounces of cum spread all over my perfect interior. But like Kristi had said, better than having it spread all over her perfect interior. I was still marvelling that he had cum so much on his third go-round.
"What did you bet him?"

"I bet him me, my body, against his ability to keep from cumming while I drove and jerked him off. We were back on I-70, in the lower canyon, and I bet him that I could make him cum before we got to the 6th Avenue exit, which was maybe 3 miles away. So I'm doing about 75, stroking his cock, and he didn't make it even halfway, he just shot his load all over the place - as you saw - and then he starts cussing me out for being a cock-tease! Like it's my fault he's got a hair-trigger!"

She was laughing at the memory of his frustration, and for some strange reason I was laughing with her, at the image of her stroking another man's penis, of my fiancee' making him cum, after he had touched her, and cum in her hand, and in her mouth as she sucked his cock. They had been extremely intimate, just a couple hours before, and here I was laughing about it.

It felt weird, and wrong, but it was funny, the way she told the story. And besides, I had screwed the hell out of his wife, enjoyed her, and satisfied her like he never could. So fuck him, that loser, who cares if he cums every time my woman touches his cock, he never got to fuck her! I was obviously not OK with all this, but Morgan was a non-factor, a joke. It felt good to laugh with Kristi.

She was still trying to speak, but having trouble around her giggles."Oh man, it didn't help that while I was jerking him off I kept telling him how much I was looking forward to feeling his big hard cock in my wet pussy, and how much I wanted to feel him shoot his load deep inside of me, and feel his balls on my ass. That one did it, he lost it right about there." 
And she was off again in a fit of laughter, as was I, realizing how she had sandbagged him. He didn't have a chance, and I realized she had not had any intention of letting him fuck her.

When we had both finally settled down and caught our breath we relaxed together again, and she continued to gently stroke my balls and my erection. I let out a soft, satisfied, "Mmmmm."

She had her head on my chest, her long, soft hair spread across my stomach, chest, and side, and one long tendril across my neck. She was gazing down, watching herself stroke my cock.

"You're really hard Adam, like stone, and huge. It really turns you on when you think about me being with other men and sucking their cocks, and them fucking me, doesn't it?"

It would be stupid to deny that, in this position. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Oh Kristi, I don't know! It makes me feel sick, like someone kicked me in the stomach, but it turns me on so much! There must be something wrong with me."

"I don't think so. I want you to watch me sometime, I want you to watch while I suck a big hard cock, and while he cums in my mouth. You watching would really turn me on, I'd probably cum just from knowing you were sitting and watching with your cock all huge and hard."

I groaned. "Oh god Kristi, I don't think I could stand that, I'd probably go crazy or something."

She continued to stroke my cock while we both thought about that image. 

Finally she raised her head and looked at me. "I don't get it Adam, why do you work so hard to resist doing this when it's so obvious you love it?"

"I just don't know Kristi, it just seems so wrong somehow. If I love you and want to marry you, which I do, and you feel the same about me, then it just seems like we should be enough for each other."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

That surprised me, her asking that. "I do, I told you that, I told you I couldn't imagine my life without you in it."

"Well then don't you think we should do this, at least once, just to see if you can take it? I mean, I want so much to marry you too, but not if we can't be happy together, not if this is going to eat you up inside. Better to find out now."

It was hard to get angry with her, she was just using simple logic. Besides, she was still playing with my cock and aching balls, but I felt like she was missing my point.
"So what you're saying is that you don't intend to even try to give up other men? You don't think we should be enough for each other?"

"Oh Adam, grow up! Sex is just sex sometimes, it's just for fun, it doesn't mean I don't love you, because I do, with all my heart! Maybe if you'd unpucker a little bit you would find out there is a whole world of good times waiting out there, and we could still have our life together. I want that too, you know."

I thought about that a little bit. Her activities, and her telling me about them did seem to always give me an enormous hard-on, so my body and some part of my mind was happy to go along with this. And, too, I had really enjoyed my time with Rain. That had been incredibly exciting, and for me a real walk on the wild side.

As if reading my mind, she said "You seemed to really enjoy your little adventure tonight. Didn't you enjoy being with someone different?"

"Yes, I have to admit that I did."

"See? We could both play a little, not often, but it would add a whole other dimension to our lives, help keep it exciting, you know?" 

Our conversation had gotten me thinking about Rain again, and her husband.
"But for all you claim to enjoy this, you didn't seem to have much fun with Morgan."

"Oh, I had some fun with him, but it was all at his expense. He's not the kind of guy I would usually go for, he's so arrogant and self-centered, but he was there and I was feeling a little wicked tonight."

"You were pretty tough on him, you beat him down pretty good. Didn't you think that was kind of cruel?"

"A little, maybe, but he deserved it. Don't you think it's cruel to his wife to always leave her unsatisfied while he gets his rocks off?"

Kristi was right, Rain had said as much herself when she had told me how frustrated and unhappy she was at times with Morgan. And yet she loved him. "I suppose you're right. Do you think she will be OK?"

"After what you did to her she'll be lucky if she can even walk straight in the morning. But she'll be happy for the first time in a long time. Shoving this big hose way up inside that tiny little girl, you should be ashamed!" She squeezed my cock, and flopped it back and forth.

I had to laugh at that. "C'mon, you know that's not what I mean. I mean do you think they will be OK. Will he follow through on his promise to try harder and to do better by her? I sure hope so, she's so sweet and for some reason seems to love him."

"He won't, Adam. I don't think that leopard can change it's spots. He's a selfish, uninvolved clod, and he doesn't really care about her. You sure seem to though. Do you love her?"

That caught me completely off-guard, especially the fear and hurt in her voice when she asked. 
"Oh come on hon', I barely know her! I like her, she's sweet, but no, I don't love her."

"You like her a lot though, don't you?" 

I felt I had to be honest with her, but was definitely concerned about hurting her. "I do like her, I said that, but mostly I'm just worried about her. Morgan obviously knows I fucked her. Kristi, I came inside her and she left everything just leaking out just to be sure he would find out. I just don't want her to get hurt, or to stay with that miserable bastard if she's so unhappy."

She looked at me for a minute, not speaking at all while she turned that over in her mind. I could almost see the wheels turning. Then she laid her head back down on my chest and resumed watching her hand slowly stroking my cock as she spoke very softly.

"You see, that's the thing Adam. That's why this is so wrong for you but OK for me, like I said earlier. I don't care about the guys I pick up, they're just for a good time. I mean sure, I want to meet nice guys, good looking and sexy, and I want them to be good guys, but I only want them for the sex, for their cocks, and they know that up front. I just want to get fucked, or feel and taste them cumming in my mouth. Then life goes on."

She paused, and I was very aware of the feel and scent of her soft hair on my face, neck and chest as I slowly stroked her back. I was also aware that she was getting me very close to orgasm, and any more talk of guys cumming in her mouth might do it.

She went on. "You can't do that though. You're just wired differently. You care about women, you have some crazy chivalry, Sir Galahad gene or something, and if you get close to a woman you always seem to want to rescue her and protect her and love her. I don't want to lose you Adam, but if you start playing like I do, you'll find someone else to love."

I was speechless. I didn't ever think of myself that way, and I don't think I'm a sucker for every sweet little innocent thing that comes along. And how could she think I'd find someone else to love? It had taken me 30 years to find her, and I'd never loved anyone the way I do her.
I think, despite my marriage to Lisa, that there was probably only one other woman I'd truly loved, and that was Izzy, but that was a different kind of love. And I loved Izzy still, but like I said, that's different. And of course Kristi was unaware of Izzy. My guilty secret.

Finally I blurted "But I love you! I'm not looking for anyone else!"

"But that's why women like Rain scare me so much Adam, don't you see? She's beautiful and sexy and sweet, but mostly she's vulnerable and hurting, and you can't resist trying to be her hero. If you would find someone to fool around with that just wanted you for sex, just for a chance to ride your big old cock and have a good time, that would be different. Why can't you find a woman like that, and I'll find a guy occasionally, and we can play and have fun?"

I thought about that and began to understand her feelings better. Then I thought about Sue and Rick, and what they were looking for to spice up their lives and their marriage. I guess maybe we're all looking for something.

I told Kristi then about Sue, and what had happened with her, and about her husband's wild fantasies. We talked about them late into the night as Kristi continued to masturbate my cock, keeping me close to the edge but not letting me cum. She could always sense when I was close, and would back off, just a little, to torture me. My cock was throbbingly hard, and my balls ached clear up into my stomach, but I could tell she was not going to let me cum until she heard all about Rick's sick fantasies, and until I told her every single word Sue had said. 

So I told her. I repeated as much as I could remember, and as much as Sue had told me about Rick's fantasy. When I explained how he had always envisioned her picking up some stranger in a bar or something, and she had not been able or willing to take that step, Kristi made the leap instantly.

"So she chose you instead then, somebody she knew a little bit and felt safer with."

"Apparently. But what a crazy thing, right?"

"Well, I think it's kind of sweet that she would put herself out there just to satisfy her husband's fantasy."

"I'm not sure sweet is the right word. Weird, maybe, or bizarre. I just can't imagine any guy asking his wife to fuck other guys while he watches them. Won't that totally screw up their marriage?"

She thought about that for several seconds. "Not if they love each other. They have what, just the two little girls? So they've probably been married for seven or eight years, they're getting a little bored with the routine and want to spice things up - why not, if they both are on board for it?"

I hadn't told her the strangest part yet.
"OK, even weirder then, wait 'til you hear this. Sue seems to want to add some humiliation to the theme. She talks about making him get her ready for her lover, or calling him little Ricky and telling him how small his cock is."

"Is it?"

"How the hell would I know? She says he's average, but that he always makes comments about how tiny he is, and about how much she would enjoy somebody larger."

"Then that's part of his fantasy Adam. She's willing to do it his way, and his way is to have some stud fuck his wife while she tells him how much better it is, or how inadequate he is, and makes fun of his tiny package. And he willl be there to see how much better she cums with her stud, her bull. What fun!"

"Fun? I think it's just plain nuts!"

She raised up and looked me in the eye again, as her hand sped up it's action on my cock, jacking me hard and fast. Apparently this conversation had turned her on, and I was the beneficiary. Thank god, because by now I was praying for relief.

"I think you should do it Adam! Go fuck her and make her husband watch as you shove your big cock way up in her wet pussy!"

I could only groan, all this sex talk combined with her stroking was about to make me pop. "Ohh Kristi, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Good. But promise you'll do it, go ahead and fuck Sue! Make him lick her to get her all wet, then she can make him look at your cock compared to his, and she can tell him how small he is before you fuck her. I can see it now, you can make her cum real hard and she can tell him how you're reaching places inside of her that he's never touched, and how good it feels."

Kristi shivered in arousal. I hoped that Sue would enjoy the experience half as much as Kristi seemed to be, if it ever actually happened. With Kristi's urging, and her obvious excitement, I was starting to get into the idea a little more.
Imagine me, fucking my busty little neighbor while her husband watched my balls bounce against his wife's ass and sat there with his own hard little cock sticking up in the air. Staring at us, unable to look away as I pumped his innocent little wife full of cum. OK, that did it!

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Kristi dived down, taking the head of my cock into her mouth just in time for me to explode into her, pumping blast after blast of semen into her warm wet mouth. I could feel her lips and tongue working on me, and coupled with her hour of torturing me and holding me at bay it made my orgasm painfully intense, mind-blowing.

I grabbed her head and thrust myself into her mouth as far as I could, out of control. She rode me like a trooper, taking all I had while a small gush of white cum escaped her lips and ran down the length of my shaft, and I could hear her moan and feel her shudder as my spurts slowly tapered off.

She lifted off of me and turned, staring into my eyes, her own eyes dark and heavy-lidded with lust and desire. I watched her swallow my load, then her swollen, cum-slick lips were on mine, her cum covered tongue in my mouth, and she straddled me and guided my cock into her hot pussy.

She came instantly, crying out with the force of her orgasm as I cried out from the intense sensation of her pussy grasping onto my ultra-sensitive cock, and then our lips were together again, crushing and tasting.
It lasted maybe 20 seconds or so, but seemed both an eternity and an instant, all at once. When it ended we collapsed, her on top of me, but before I passed out from exhaustion I remember her telling me how much she loved me. 

I woke up a couple of hours later and laid there in the dark for a few minutes listening to Kristi's soft breathing. Cool, I pulled the sheet over us as I moved over against her and into the usual spoon position. I enjoyed her warmth and the feel of her smooth and supple skin against me as I pressed my stomach to her back and tucked my knees in behind hers, her firm ass tight against my groin.

She sleepily moved back against me with a satisfied sigh and I put an arm over her, running my hand up her stomach and gently cupping her small, firm breast. She put her hand over mine, and with a small moan pressed my hand to her breast more firmly.

Her hair felt soft and sensuous on my face, and I felt her nipple harden as my cock did the same. I toyed with the idea of trying to slip inside of her while she slept, I knew she would be wet and ready and would wake aroused and willing to go again, but before I could translate thought into action I felt myself drifting back into a deep, satisfied sleep. 

When I woke again, probably 2 hours later, she was gone. I looked to see if the bathroom light was on, but it was not, and when I called out for her I got no answer. I got up and wandered the house naked, looking for her. It quickly became apparent that she had left, quietly and without waking me. Both of my cars were still there, so I knew she had walked, but her dress was still laying where I had tossed it. That puzzled me for a moment, until I remembered that she had the better part of a closet and a dresser full of clothes upstairs.




Adam's Journey Pt. 20



I read her note several times, and the anguish I could sense in her words choked me up and brought tears to my eyes. I don't know why I was unable to accept her as she was, this sexual need of hers was really about her only flaw I could find, and she was so perfect in so many other ways. This was a biggie, though, for me at least.

I knew that I had to find a way to accept her, as is, or walk away. Marriage to Kristi was not going to be an experiment; if it happened it would have to be forever. I had been through one failed marriage, and that was one too many, because despite the fact that Lisa and I had fallen out of love well beforehand, and the divorce was a relief in many ways, it was still a failure, and I hate to fail.

I was depressed for a long time after, even so maudlin as to keep thinking about how all the love and joy and promise of our wedding day had dissolved into pain and anger and recriminations. I know now that we both shared in the failure, but it took Ron and Kori quite awhile to drag me back into the sunshine and convince me that it was not all my fault.

Kristi was very perceptive to realize that I needed time away from her, with no communications, to really think and decide. She's very smart that way. So I of course grabbed my phone to call and tell her so, at about 4:30 a.m. Really I just wanted to ignore her words and beg her to reconsider. I wanted her at Lake Powell, and I guess I wanted to delay having to make a decision.

Her phone was obviously turned off, as it went straight to voicemail. I left her a long, pleading message, then watched the sun rise and called her again, with the same result. When my phone rang about an hour later, I grabbed it and answered without looking, knowing it was her.

Except it turned out to be Kori, calling to see if Kristi and I wanted to join them for breakfast downtown with Morgan and Rain. I quickly explained about Kristi, and that she wasn't with me and couldn't be reached. Kori offered to try on my behalf, but I was sure Kristi was serious and I declined.

Anyway, I was pretty sure that Morgan would not be overjoyed to see the guy that had left him such a big, gooey, messy surprise in his wife's pussy last night. Just a hunch.

Kori was not yet aware of that whole situation, and I didn't fill her in. I just told her to tell Rain good morning for me, and how much I had enjoyed last night. I know Kori wanted to ask, but she didn't. I expected her to later, for sure. "I'll call you when we get home Adam. Ronnie is still so pumped about selling that plane, it's amazing! That deal kept his pecker up most of the night, it was great!"

I laughed at her enthusiasm. "I'm happy for you sweet thing, I hope he didn't wear you out."

"Oh, he didn't, not with his tiny toy. I still have some left if you want in on it. Any takers?"

"Harlot. Have fun at breakfast. On second thought, kiss Rain for me. With tongue."

"Oooh! You're gonna make me horny. Well, OK, hornier. But I certainly will. I'm gonna need to hear this whole, unedited story. Later, Adam."

"Bye K."

Without putting the phone down, I tried Kristi again, same result. As soon as I did set it down and start to turn away, it rang again, and knowing it must be her this time I again picked up immediately.

"Hi baby!" 

"Well hi Adam, what a nice greeting!" This time it was Rain, and I was very surprised. Not disappointed, really, but I blew on through before she could realize that my greeting had not been intended for her.

"Well, it's just such a nice surprise to hear your voice this morning. I didn't expect it with Morgan there."

"He's in the shower. We're meeting Ron and Kori in a little while. I just wanted to call and thank you, and Kristi too, for everything last night."

I was relieved. "Kristi's not here, but I'll pass it along. It went OK then? He wasn't too pissed off, didn't hurt you or anything?"

"Oh, no Adam, it was the best time we've had together since our wedding night. He was so romantic, and so determined to see to it that I enjoyed it too. He really seemed afraid to let me down."

You could have knocked me over with a feather, I really thought he didn't have it in him to be decent. "And how did he manage that, if you don't mind me asking? With his little problem and all?"

She laughed. "That's the best part, I had to tell you! He ate my pussy Adam, cum and all, for almost an hour, and I must have cum 10 times. It was amazing."

"He did that? Wow! And, if you don't mind me saying so, yuck!"

She laughed again. "That's what he said at first too, but I told him he had to, to show me he loved me. I thought he was going to gag before he started, but then once he started he really got into it. Poor little Morgan came all over himself while he was slurping your cum out of me Adam, without anyone even touching his cock. He loved it, it was just so disgustingly nasty and fun!"

"Well, I'm amazed and astounded, but I'm happy for you. You must be worn out this morning, huh?"

"Oddly, no. And that's after I woke up in the middle of the night to find him lapping at my pussy again, another long session of smearing you and me on his face. I sucked his cock for about a minute this time, I owed him, and he came good. Then we crashed."

"Now you're just bragging honey. I'm glad for you though."

"Oh, the shower just went off, I have to go. Tell Kristi for me though. And tell her she's a great kisser!"

"I've already told her that, many times, but I'll tell her for you. Bye Rain, call me, keep me posted. Good luck." 

"I will. Luv you Adam, you're the best! Bye."

Well. Seems not everything I touched turned to shit. 

I had a light breakfast, cold cereal, and wandered out onto my patio with a cup of coffee. The day was warming up nicely already, so I whistled up Ralph and we walked over to Ron and Kori's to take a litle swim. I had thought about changing into trunks, but decided to just go in the athletic shorts I was wearing, since I knew they were not at home. I slipped into the water and started to swim a few warm-up laps while Ralph paddled around and tried to grab me every time I got close to him.

Once warmed up I swam hard laps for about 30 minutes, and it felt good to work the kinks out and get my cardio rate going. Ralph swam for about 10 minutes and climbed out to lay in the sun, which is really more his style.

I eventually worked into cool-down laps, then quit and joined him in the sun, laying there thinking about Kristi, about last night, about Rain and Morgan. There was so much to mull over and try to accept, or at least reconcile. I wasn't sure I was up to the task.

I wished Kori was there, she was a good sounding board and always helped me to see things from a different perspective. I've always been able to open up and talk to women, real emotional feelings kind of talk, more easily than I can to other men. Maybe that's normal, maybe it comes from a lifetime of having Izzy as the yin to my yang, or the peas to my carrots, to use a more Gumpian analogy.

Thinking that, I realized I should call Izzy. It had been a long time since we had spoken to each other, and I missed her.

I gathered my dog and my coffee cup, tossing the cold contents onto the grass, and walked back toward home. Halfway there I heard my name called, and turned to find Sue walking across the street toward me, her husband Rick behind her on the sidewalk holding a rake.

I stopped and waited for her, suddenly very conscious of how my wet shorts were clinging to me. I should have been more careful and changed, or at least made sure nobody saw me cutting across the lawns. Only Sue's house had the angle, but I hadn't expected to find them out so early. She walked up to me and stopped, facing me, her eyes traveling boldly up and down my body and lingering hungrily on my crotch.

"Hi Adam. You're looking sexy this morning." 

I smiled at her. "Mornin' Sue. You too by the way, I like the way that shirt shows you off." It really did. She was braless, and her big nipples jutted out, plainly aroused and visible through the thin knit of her t-shirt. I was just imagining what those big nubs would feel like on my tongue when she reached up and caressed one, then the other, causing them to stiffen even further. Very nice, very suckable.

"When are you going to come over and fuck me, Adam?"

"Jesus Sue, you don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"No, I want you to beat around my bush. So, when?"

I laughed. "I'm glad to see you've whipped that shyness problem. Did you bring a note from your husband like I told you to?"

"No, but I can do better." She turned and waved over at Rick, calling out "Come over here for a minute honey, we need to ask you something."

Rick dropped the rake on the lawn and walked over, his hands jammed into his pockets, and stopped beside Sue, facing me. I saw him glance down at my crotch and quickly back up, blushing when he saw that I had caught his look.

"Good morning Rick, how ya doing today?"

"Good Adam, how about you?"

"I'm fine, thanks." This was becoming almost painfully awkward. Sue jumped in with both feet.

"Ricky, Adam wants to hear from you that it's OK for him to fuck me. Tell him baby, tell him you want him to do it."

He was looking down at the ground, his face beet red. "I do Adam, I want to see my wife enjoying another man, and she chose you. Will you do it? It would be a huge favor to us if you would."

I couldn't believe my ears. Sue had not been lying to me, Rick really wanted this. Despite his obvious embarassment, I could hear the excitement and hunger in his voice. I thought about both Kori and Kristi pretty much saying I should do this, really to help me "grow".

I was uncomfortable with this, but decided to take their advice and go against my instincts to see just where this would lead.

"Rick, are you sure about this? Your wife is beautiful, I wouldn't be doing you any favors by screwing her, it would be my pleasure entirely, but are you really sure this is what you want?"

He spoke very quietly. "We're very sure Adam, I've thought about this and wanted it for a long time, but Sue was afraid to try until she spoke with you and decided you would be her choice. Now she maybe wants it even more than I do."

"I don't want to be a part of ruining your marriage. Both of you think about that."

Sue answered "We have Adam, and it won't. I love Rick, and I'm doing this for him although I'll admit I'm really enjoying the idea now. Come here for a minute."

She grabbed his arm in one hand and mine in the other and led us further back between the houses, stopping behind the shrubs where only my patio was visible. She turned to her husband and surprised me by unfastening and unzipping his pants and pushing them down on his hips, leaving his rock-hard erection exposed, pointing skyward and curving back slightly toward his stomach With him standing there, hard, exposed, and blushing furiously, she said "He can't even think about this, much less talk about it, without getting totally aroused. He's wanted this forever Adam, it's his favorite fantasy, and you can make it reality. Look how hard he is."

I looked. He was rigid-hard, and breathing heavily with arousal. Sue had said he was average, and he appeared so to me, about six to six and a half inches maybe, and average thickness. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of, but it wasn't going to cause any eyes to widen or gasps of admiration either.

Sue said "See. Can I show him, Adam? Can I show my husband?"

I knew what she meant, and looked around self-consciously. She had chosen this spot well, we were totally hidden. "Um, I guess so. Damn Sue, this is too weird."

She ignored me and quickly grabbed my elastic waist band, untying the drawstring and pushing my shorts down to mid-thigh so that now I too was exposed, my cock hanging down free in the sunshine. 

I heard Rick mutter "Damn!", and then Sue had a cock in each hand, one hard, one flaccid, and she was holding them on the same plane and looking down at us. "Look Ricky, look how big he is. His cock is bigger soft that yours is even totally hard. Now do you see why I want Adam to be the one?"

She was right, I was slightly longer and noticeably thicker flaccid that he was hard, but I was humiliated for him that she was rubbing his nose in that fact. She was the only one not blushing now, and she was enjoying rubbing two cocks at once. I felt myself starting to swell and harden, and I grabbed her hand to stop her. 

"Come on Sue, enough. We're not going to do this out here, that's crazy."

"Just for a second Adam, I want him to see. He needs to know what will be in me, it will drive him nuts thinking about it." She continued to squeeze and stroke as she talked, and by now I was near totally hard.

Rick stared. "Goddamn Adam, how big does your cock get? That's obscene!" Sue released him and put both hands on my cock, jacking me in a double fisted grip, not quite reaching around me. The sight of his wife with my hard cock in her hands was too much for Rick, and he grabbed himself and with just two or three strokes ejaculated suddenly onto my lawn, a couple of short spurts, groaning as he came. I pushed Sue away and pulled up my shorts, which did very little to hide my arousal, but I had to call a halt to this.

"OK, ok, I believe you really want this. I go back to Wyoming in a few days, so when? Before, or later, after I get back from my next trip?" I forgot, momentarily, that I was to go straight to Lake Powell after this next week of work. It didn't matter.

Sue jumped in. "Now, right away, we don't want to wait. How about tomorrow night, can you come over then? My parents have been wanting the girls to spend the night with them, we'll take them over there and plan on tomorrow night, OK?"

Rick was still slowly stroking himself, a string of semen hanging down and moving in the breeze as his erection softened. He agreed. "Yes, tomorrow is good, if it works for you."

"Uhh, god, I don't know. Sure, I guess so. What, about 8:00 or so?"

"8:00 is good, we'll see you then. Put your little cock away Ricky, let's go home and leave Adam alone. I need you to do me, this made me all horny."

That gave me an idea. "Wait Sue, just one thing."

I grabbed her and yanked her shirt up, bending to take one of her huge nipples between my lips, nipping and sucking at it. The tip, the hard part, was close to an inch across, and seemed nearly as long, and it was incredibly sexy and suckable, as I had suspected. She gasped, then moaned, and ground her pubis against my hip as I moved to her other nipple, abusing it as well.

Rick stood silently, thunderstruck as I tormented his wife, and as a final, parting shot, I pushed my hand up the leg of her shorts and pulled her very wet panties aside, pushing a finger into her as my thumb crushed her huge, hard clit. She came suddenly, pushing herself onto my fingers and muffling her cries against my shoulder.

I was fascinated with her big nipples and huge clit, and wanted more time to suck both. I was turned on and actually looking forward to the next night as I released her, sliding my wet fingers out of her and holding them up for Rick to see. "Your wife isn't lying Rick, she's really horny. You better take her home and eat her pussy, it's really dripping wet. I'll just bet you love sucking on that big clit of hers, don't you?"

He didn't answer, they were both struck numb by the suddenness of my assault, but I wanted them to know what they were getting into. Sue's legs were shaky, and she held onto Rick as they walked away.

At the sidewalk she turned and smiled back at me. "Bye Adam. Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night, I can hardly wait." Rick didn't say anything, he just supported her as they crossed the street.

I shook my head at the odd turn of events, and went inside to call Izzy. I stopped at the sink to rinse out my coffee cup and pour a fresh round, and as I did I was surprised to notice that my hands were shaking, badly. I took a couple of deep breaths and blew them out between my teeth, laughing at myself and at the delayed stress reaction of my body.

Grabbing Sue like I had, suddenly, unexpectedly, and in front of her husband, had been way outside the box for me. I had forced myself, against my instincts, to do it, and now my body was reacting. Not that I hadn't ended up enjoying it, I had, and was in fact still very aroused. It's just that I was acting on what other people expected of me, or what I believed they expected, not on my own initiative.

I shook it off, wondering briefly how the next night would work out. Sue was an amazing paradox to me, the sweet little mother and wife, good neighbor, innocent little strawberry blonde homemaker that turned out to be hotter than a firecracker. And her body, everything about it was just so sexually exaggerated, from the slightly wide, soft ass to the huge, soft, heavy breasts with their giant tell-tale nipples to her seemingly always wet and puffy pussy with its thick, crinkly lips and enormous clit, covered by it's fleshy hood.

She had this soft, Raphael-esque body designed for a man to lose himself in, and I had a hunch she could suck and fuck most men into unconsciousness if she wanted to. True, Kristi's toned, slender body is much more to my taste, but maybe the stark contrast to the women I usually dated was why I was finding Sue so arousing, so sexy.

Knowing her better, I was finding that she just oozed sexual need and desire, and her quiet little milk-toast husband was apparently not fulfilling that need. At least he had the sense to recognize this and push her to fuck other men, but I remained amazed that she had somehow chosen me, and that it had come this far.

As I walked back to retrieve my phone I thought about her body. I was intrigued by the her big nipples and had enjoyed the feel of them in my mouth, but I realized I was very aroused by her huge, hard clit. I've been with a number of women, not a lot, but had never seen anything close to that. I very much wanted to lick and suck on it to see her reaction, and I thought just maybe this was a little taste of how certain women had reacted to my large cock over the years. Something different, something out of our ordinary experience can be prettty exciting, I guess.

I carried the phone and my freshened coffee out onto the patio and sat down to dial Izzy's number. I didn't have it in the speed dial because of Kristi not knowing about us, but I always remembered it. It rang twice, and then was answered by Izzy's husband, Paul. 

"Hello?' 

"Hi Paul, it's me."

There was a moment of silence, then "Adam? Is that you? It's been a while since you called, how have you been?"

Same old unflappable Paul. "Good, Paul. Well, mostly good. How about you and the boys, everything going OK?"

"Oh yeah, everything's going great, the boys are amazing. Cody is a constant joy, if we can keep him from breaking his neck. I suppose Izz has told you what a daredevil he is."

I thought about Cody, their youngest at 4 years old, and the special joy they both seemed to take in him. "Yup, she's mentioned that he scares her to death. She says he has no fear, or maybe no sense. Sorry about that." 

He laughed. "No worries, Adam. I assume you didn't call to talk to me?"

"No, no, it's good to talk to you. It's just that..." 

He laughed again. "Hold on Adam, I'll go find Izzy."

The reason he had made it a point to tell me about Cody is that Cody is my son. Biologically speaking only, I mean. As far as who his father is, let there be no doubt that Paul is that man. No matter what else you know about Paul, you have to understand that about him. When I think of men I truly admire and respect, Paul is always at the top of the list.

I am a man. Ronnie is a man. Paul, well, he's a MAN, if that quality is measured by love, compassion, confidence, understanding, and absolute, abiding devotion to his family. If the day ever comes that I become a real father, with children of my own, I hope that I can be half the father that Paul is.




Adam's Journey Pt. 21



Izzy and I made small talk for a few moments, catching up on the small details of each other's lives. It had really been less than a month since we had spoken, but that's a long time for us. It goes that way though, sometimes talking several times in a week when I have access to a phone, and other times we will go several weeks between calls. We always know that we can call, though, if we need a friend.

I needed one now, and Izzy sensed that.

"So, Adam, it's always great to hear your voice, but what's really on your mind?"

I proceeded to tell her of the events that had been twisting up my life, leaving out nothing. Things that would be too painful or embarrassing to speak of to anyone else just flowed when speaking to her, and she listened, mostly in silence. She would occasionally stop me to ask a question, clarifying some point I had failed to include, and occasionally she would lend me what moral support she could, usually with a simple, sympathetic "Oh, Adam!" during the most painful parts. For example, when I had discovered Kristi with another man.

I spoke for close to an hour, and finished wrung out and hoarse, but strangely cleansed and at peace. When I stopped talking she waited a few seconds, perhaps to see if there was more still to come, then asked "So, what are you going to do?"

"Jeez Izz, I don't know. I was hoping maybe you'd tell me."

She laughed. "You dipshit, you know it doesn't work that way."

I laughed too, and it felt good. Her calling me dipshit always made me smile. That's been what she has always called me when I say something silly or stupid, intentionally or otherwise, probably since we were about five years old. She had picked it up from an older brother, I think, and had been scolded for it countless times before everyone gave up.

"No, I know Izz, I'm just kidding. I'm just so confused and hurt, I guess. All my best laid plans for Kristi and me seem kind of worthless right now, since I don't know if I can live by her rules. I just don't know. Tell me what you think."

"What I think? Adam, what I think is that I've never, ever, seen you as happy as you have been with Kristi. After Lisa I was afraid you were ruined forever, you were so depressed, and then you just drifted until Kristi came along, and then boom, you were the same old happy, easy-going, lovable guy I grew up with. She's good for you, and you know it."

She was right, but still, the cheating and fucking around... "I don't know Izz, I'm not sure I can take the fooling around and all."

She thought for awhile, and we were silent. "Try it Adam."

"Try it? What the hell Izzy, it's not like buying shoes or test driving a car, it's watching the woman I love have sex with another man! I can't just try it!"

"I know honey, I know, but what does it hurt? You can walk away now, and always wonder if you did the right thing, if maybe you should have stayed with this woman that so amazes and captivates you, or you can do as she wants and watch her have sex and see if you can tolerate it. Or maybe even enjoy it. If it's too bad you can always walk away later."

"Enjoy it. Yeah, right Izz. Now who's the dipshit?"

"Give it a chance Adam. You said it makes you horny to think about it, and from the pictures you've shown me she's stunning. What's wrong with watching a beautiful woman have sex? I though all guys liked that. Hell Adam, she's so pretty I'd like to watch her!"

"Gosh Izz, I did not know that about you! You always seemed so straight."

"Funny man. You know what I mean. Anyhow, aren't you being a little hypocritical?"

I knew what she meant. She meant her and I, our ongoing affair which Kristi knew nothing about, and the fact that I had fathered a child. That aspect, the child more than the affair, is what had kept me from telling Kristi about us. We had told each other early on that neither of us had any kids, and had decided that we wanted some together, something special that just the two of us could share in, and I was afraid that would hurt her the most, finding out I had already fathered one child.

"I know Izz. Kori has told me several times to fess up to Kristi about you, but I haven't found the right moment."

"Listen to Kori, Adam, she's a smart lady. She loves you guys."

"But what if part of Kristi's conditions for staying together mean giving you up Izz? I can't do that, ever. You know that."

"Don't buy trouble Adam. Move forward and deal with what comes up when it does. You're such a worrier!"

"I know Izz. So that's your advice, basically just do it? I could have gotten that from a Nike commercial."

"I'm not giving you advice Adam, we don't do that. I'm just doing what we always do, helping you see what you already know."

She was right, of course, but I had a ways to go still. I changed the subject. "Hey, you've got a birthday coming up!" 

"What an odd coincidence, so do you!"

"Yeah, Izz, but you're way older than me." 

"Four whole days, you big jerk. But I look way younger."

She was right about that, she was still a gorgeous woman with her busty but trim little body, raven hair, and dark, sparkling eyes. I laughed at our ritual. "You've got me there. What do you want for your birthday this year?"

She grew very quiet. "Adam, Paul and I would like to try one more time for a little girl. Will you help us again?"

That moved me deeply. "Isabel, I would be very honored to try to help you. I need to figure out this whole deal first, and if Kristi and I are going to be together, well, she needs to know first."

"Adam what if she says no?"

"Then Kristi and I will part ways, Izz. You know I'd never let you down."

"Oh Adam, I don't want to be responsible for that."

"What was it you said? Don't buy trouble, Izzy. We'll deal with it."

"Adam, I love you. Are you coming to the convention again this year, in November?"

I attended an industry convention and seminar in Houston, her hometown, every year. It was one of our semi-annual weekends together, following the convention.

"Planning to, why?"

"Because I think the timing will be about right, if it works out."

"It'll work out Izz. I love you too. Thanks for listening, you've been a big help, as always. Give Paul and the boys a big hug for me."

"Anytime, Adam. Do what you always do Adam, the right thing."

"Bye Izz."

"Bye Adam." 

So, it was easy. All I had to do was figure out the right thing.

I sat there for a few secomds, just thinking about what Izzy had said, and enjoying the warm feelings I always had after talking to her. It just felt good to me, and I know she felt the same.

You might wonder how it is that we had known each other since birth, loved each other dearly, and had wound up not marrying each other. I've wondered that too, many times, and never more so than when my marriage to Lisa had crashed and burned. But she was married to Paul by then, and that's probably a good thing or there's no telling where the rebound might have taken us.

The truth is that we had somehow known, even as dumb teenagers, that marrying each other would be a great way to fuck up an incredible friendship. We could love each other, we could support each other, we could even have an amazing physical realtionship, but we could not be responsible for each other's happiness, it just wouldn't work.

We had been each other's first everything; first playmate, first friend, first "play doctor, you-show-me-yours and I'll-show-you-mine" partners, experiencing all the growth and changes we each went through together right on up through our teens. We had explored our world, experienced family life and love and tragedy together, pushed boundaries, and become totally dependent on each other as yin and yang, as I mentioned earlier.

I'll give you a couple of examples, hopefully brief, of the type of things that brought us so close:

The first one, kind of funny in retrospect, had occurred when we were out ice skating. Where we grew up, near Chicago, we used to skate every winter on the river that ran near our homes, and could go several miles up or downstream. We knew the couple of spots where the current made the ice thin, and avoided those. Although in the heart of civilization, the river seemed like a wilderness with the banks lined with trees and the stillness of winter settled over it, and in many places no homes or roads were visible, and no traffic sounds could be heard.

On that day Izzy and I were out skating together, as we often did. I think we were about 10 years old that winter, maybe 11, and we would skate until our toes and fingers grew numb from the cold and our laces were so iced up they were impossible to untie, then recover our shoes from where we'd left them on the bank and put the guards back over our blades and walk home in our skates (to either of our homes) for hot chocolate.

Way up river, about an hour or so into our skate, I was suffering the usual bursting bladder from the cold and had to stop to pee. We were used to this, and comfortable with each other's bodies by then, so it was no big deal. Izzy decided she'd take advantage of the stop as well, and stepped into the snow near the bank, by some bushes, and dropped her pants to squat down. I stayed at the edge of the ice and just peed onto the snowy bank, my fingers savagely cold on my little dick, but at least I could keep my pants up. I felt bad for Izz, having to expose her whole butt and all, but that's the way it is, and I was clowning around and writing my name in the snow, as young boys will do.

Izzy had started first, and finished first, and came back and stood and watched me pee, and write.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm writing my name."

"No! Really? That's stupid, Adam."

"Yeah, but it's fun. You're just jealous."

"Am not, you're gross."

I finished and tucked everything away where it was warmer, and Izzy stepped over and looked at my handiwork, my name clearly spelled out in faint yellow tracks in the snow.

"I want to write my name."

"I don't think you can Izz, you'd get your footprints all in it and mess it up."

"No dipshit, I know that. I want to write my name using your, um, pencil." She laughed at her own joke, as did I.

"Oh. But I don't have to go anymore."

"You're such a dummy sometimes. I meant next time, OK?"

"Oh. OK, I guess, but you'll have to write in cursive, I can't do block letters."

She pushed me into the snow, where I fell, laughing at her, and she jumped on me, and we wrestled around and got snow down each other's backs, then went home and warmed ourselves with hot chocolate. We never did get around to her writing her name in the snow, although I would write her name in the snow for her, as well as carve it into the bark of a tree, above my own, in a large heart.

Later, when we were some years older older, I would give her her first orgasm, and she mine. Well, OK, the first one that wasn't self-induced. And that was the story of our formative years, living and learning together, helping each other, experimenting, testing, discovering, growing, and loving each other. 

I look back with great fondness to those years, and to the many happy and sad times we've shared since. And yes, I sometimes wonder how our lives would have been if we had stayed together, and married, and started a family. But that's the road not taken, and we've both found ways to joy and happiness, secure in the fact that we will always have each other when the need arises.

After getting off the phone with Izzy I decided to get cleaned up a little and walk over to see what Ron and Kori were up to. I figured they'd be home from their breakfast with Rain and Morgan by then, if they weren't already.

I decided I didn't need a shower after my swim, so I just ran a comb through my hair and put on a little deodorant and clean clothes, shorts and a t-shirt. I tried again to call Kristi before heading over, and again she didn't take my call. Damn stubborn woman! I left her a voice mail to please call me, but knew she wouldn't.

I also checked my email, and saw I had several, including one from Izzy which I didn't open right then, having just spoken to her. If it was important, she'd have mentioned it.

I whistled up Ralph. "Come on goofball, let's go see Kori!"

That was all he needed to hear, he ran straight across to their yard and disappeared onto their patio. He loves Kori, but then everyone does. I heard them hollering at him, and figured he'd barged into something, but at least I knew they were home.

I smelled paint as I got closer, and rounded the corner to find them both with brushes in hand, trying to keep Ralph out of the can of stain they were using to refinish their redwood patio furniture. Ralph obviously wanted to help, and evidently planned to use his tail as a brush. I grabbed him and pulled him back, and got him settled down, then turned to look at Kori.

She had dressed for the job in a tiny old bikini, bottom only, apparently figuring that the stain would come off skin easier than out of clothes. Brush in hand, hair pulled back, tits out and a light sheen of sweat and several red splashes of stain on her skin, she looked sexy as hell. In case you haven't figured it out, Kori has a strong streak of exhibitionist in her, and pretty much displays it around anyone at anytime, but she seems to take special pleasure in tormenting me.

I said hi to Ron, and bent and gave Kori a quick kiss, avoiding the wet stain on her and her brush. I wasn't sure if she was getting more stain on the furniture, or on herself. "I love your outfit babe. Did you find that at the paint store?"

She smiled and shook her tits at me. Knowing I was looking at her, her nipples obligingly puckered up. "Hi Adam. Are you going to help me get the paint off me when I'm done here?"

"You bet. What's more sexy than a mineral spirits rubdown?"

Ron cut in. "Hey, I thought that was my job! That's the only reason I'm doing this instead of hiring someone!"

"That's a good point Ronnie, how come you don't just hire somebody to do this kind of stuff? You can afford it."

"Look at my assistant Adam. Do you think I should hire some hairy, smelly guy to hang around here and do this when I can watch her do the job? Do I look stupid to you?"

He had a very valid point. "Ah. I understand. Do you by any chance hire her out? I have a couple of rooms I'd like to watch her paint."

Kori piped up. "Hey, all this talk of hiring your wife out to another man and people watching me work naked is getting me turned on. You better quit if you want me to finish this job. Are you going to help us Adam, or just watch?"

"Just watch, I think. Someone has to supervise. Can I grab anyone a beer?"

"Chauvinist pig. You can get me a beer, and you know you don't have to ask Ronnie, he never turns down a cold beer."

I grabbed three from their patio bar fridge, icy cold, and popped them open and delivered them, then sat down to watch them paint. Well, let's be honest. I sat down to watch Kori paint, and it was well worth watching, her soft tits swaying as she moved, her tan skin and smooth muscles moving with her work, bending and flexing. I found it quite arousing, and I think K was getting horny knowing I was watching her. She intentionally showed off for me, giving me good angles from which to admire her body.

I know the thought of hiring somebody to do their chores like this just never occurred to Ron, he hadn't come from money. He had worked his own way up, and was used to doing for himself, and didn't mind hard or tedious work. He would never hesitate to blow a fortune on fun, or on friends, but he didn't see any sense in paying for stuff he could do himself. Unique guy, and one of the reasons I love them.

"Hey, have you no shame man, sitting there ogling my wife?" Ronnie was grinning at me.

"Sorry, but she's just so ogle-able. You wouldn't begrudge a lonely man the pleasure of looking at a beautiful woman, would you? Especially a beautiful and almost naked woman. If so, I'd better leave, 'cause I can't seem to take my eyes off her."

Kori stopped and smiled at me, brushing back a few loose hairs, completely at ease with her nudity. "So, you haven't heard from Kristi yet, I take it?"

"No, she won't answer my calls. Will you call her later for me, and make sure she's OK?"

"Sure. If you'll tell me everything that happened last night between you guys and Morgan and Rain."

"Yeah, OK, in a while."

"They were weird this morning Adam, it was like role reversal. Rain was all bubbly and self assured and Morgan was very quiet and subdued, like he had lost his self-confidence or something. Not at all like last night."

Ron was listening to us. "Now that you mention it, you're right! I knew something was off-kilter this morning. That was kind of odd. What the heck did you guys do to them last night?"

So I told them the whole story, start to finish, details about me and Rain and as much as I knew about Kristi and Morgan, and what had happened at our house after. They were shocked, I think, more at my behavior than Kristi's, and kind of glad to hear about Morgan being humiliated.

Ronnie just looked at me for a second, then said "So you drilled his cute litttle wife, huh? Good for you, I bet she's ruined for him now after you cracked her. He was kind of an asshole anyhow, he deserved it."

"It wasn't like that Ronnie, it just happened. She's really very sweet and vulnerable, I'm not all that proud of what I did you know."

"Don't be such a softie Adam, he was trying to get in Kristi's pants all night. Slam his wife, enjoy it, and leave her dripping and wanting more, for Pete's sake."

"Come on Ronnie, let it go. Rain is really very nice, I didn't do her to hurt him, I really liked her, and enjoyed being with her."

Kori took my side. "Leave him alone Ron, Adam's not like you, he just treats women nicer. You know how he is."

I was thinking; yeah, I always treat women so nice. So why was I so ashamed of the way I had treated Kristi, and now about lying to her and hiding Izzy and her son, my son, Cody, from her for so long? 

They finished up with the painting as I finished up my beer, and Ron took the brushes to put in a can of thinner for cleaning. Kori stood and retrieved the container of mineral spirits and a rag, and stood holding them, hip cocked seductively.

"So, are you sure you don't want to help me get this stuff off of me?"

It was incredibly tempting, she had several splotches of red stain on her arms and hands, one of which she had managed to rub across her cheek and nose, a big drop she had splashed on her thigh just below her bikini that had run down her leg about six inches or so, and the best one of all, a big smear on the underside of her upper arm which she had by now smeared all over the outer curve of her left breast. She was one sexy mess.

Ronnie, looking on as he cleaned the tools, said "At least help her with that stuff on her face Adam, I don't want her getting that shit too close to her eyes. Kori, you quit trying to corrupt my friend, if he's too much of a prude to grope your tits when offered, don't force him."

Sighing, knowing I was being abused (albeit in a friendly way), I took the rag and moistened it with the liquid and began to gently clean the stain off of Kori's face. She stood disconcertingly close, staring up into my eyes as I dabbed the stain from her face. Her eyes were trusting, warm and loving, and I could feel the heat off her body, and thought I could smell her feminine sweat scent over the thinner. My heart was pounding.

"Mmm. You have a very gentle touch Adam, for such big hands."

"Close you eyes K, I need to get this part that you got on your nose. Did you accidently get any of this on the wood, by any chance?"

She closed her eyes, but stuck her tongue out at me, and I finished with her face and moved to her arms and hands, getting between her fingers and around her wedding ring. Soon all I had left was the smear on her breast and the dribble down her thigh. I tried to hand her the rag to finish herself, but she wouldn't take it.




Adam's Journey Pt. 21



"Finish the job stud, it's the least you can do after drinking our beer."

"Kori, come on. You can do the rest yourself."

"Nope, you started, now finish." She turned and pulled her arm back, thrusting her breast out at me. Her nipples were hard and erect, and I knew she was enjoying this immensely, seeing my loss of composure. I tried to act calm as I re-wet the rag.

I dabbed gently at the side of her tit, trying to only touch her with the rag and not my fingers. Her husband was sitting there watching us, for Pete's sake, a big smile on his face, enjoying my discomfort. My hands shook, which Kori noticed and immediately burst out laughing.

"Look at you Adam, a grown man and you're shaking like a teenager touching his first tit. You're so funny! Here's how you do it."

She took my left hand and brought it up under her breast, placing the weight of it in my hand and lifting it so that I could get at the entire stain, then took my right and began to rub at the stain with the cloth I still held. Once she was convinced I was competent to do the job, she let go of my hands and just watched me.

I was extremely conscious of the warmth, weight, and softness of her breast in my hand, and could feel the rubbery hardness of her nipple against my fingers. I couldn't help myself, I softly squeezed her tit, letting my fingers move ever so slightly across her hard nipple, and I heard her moan, very softly, deep in her throat. I don't think Ronnie heard her, thank goodness.

My cock was hard and erect, but at least this time I was dressed in a way that didn't announce that fact. I continued to clean the stain off her milky flesh, finally getting it all, but I didn't release her right away. I acted as though I had missed some and continued to subtly squeeze and touch her, feeling incredibly aroused. And guilty.

Finally I released her and kneeled in front of her to clean her leg. After handling her breast this should be easy. Her back was to Ron, so she blocked his view of my probably bright red face. I rubbed at the dried trickle of stain on her thigh, again very aware of the heat and feminine scent of her body.

She put her hands on my shouders and leaned down so that her mouth was close to my ear, and whispered to me. "Are you hard, Adam?" She knew I was; she smiled knowingly at me. "My pussy is soaking wet. Can you tell?"

My face was inches from her crotch, I was pretty sure I could tell, but she took my hand and pressed my fingers up between her legs, against her sex. She was very hot, and very wet, and my balls ached for release.

I whispered back to her, my voice barely audible "My god Kori, what are you doing? Please stop."

She laughed then and stepped away, making a big show of it. "Stop, Adam, you got it all, and anyway that tickles." 

She walked to the shower near the pool and pulled the chain, rinsing the chemical from her skin. I stood and escaped to the bar to grab another beer. Mostly I wanted more distance between me, Kori, and Ron.

I needn't have worried, she left the shower and dived directly into the pool and Ron caried the painting supplies to the garage, apparently oblivious to the fact that his wife had me ready to cum in my pants.

Ron came back and jumped in the pool himself, just to cool off. I don't think he had gotten a drop of paint on himself, but he's very meticulous. Ralph quickly seized upon the opportunity to enjoy two playmates in the pool and joined them.

Kori swam to the side and looked up at me, her gaze lingering on my crotch. "Join us Adam? You look like you could stand to cool off." She winked at me.

"No, I swam while you guys were at breakfast. I have some stuff I need to do around the house. I'll see you guys later, why don't y'all come over this evening and I'll grill some steaks or something?"

Kori smiled again. "I've got some chicken breasts marinating in the fridge. You like breasts, don't you?"

"Yeah K, I love breasts." We let that hang in the air a moment. "Bring your breasts over and I'll do 'em up for us. I'll get everything else though, you guys have been feeding me a lot lately, so just show up. About 7:00 or so, OK?"

Ronnie spoke up. "Me and my wife and her breasts will be over later Adam. And we'll bring some chicken too. Let me know if you need any help with your chores, otherwise we'll see you this evening."

"Kori, don't forget to call Kristi for me, OK?"

"Oh, sure Adam, no problem. Later."

With a sigh of relief I made my escape, leaving Ralph with them, my balls still aching.

I got home and made myself a sandwich for lunch, and sat there thinking about Kori as I ate. I'm not sure why she likes to torture me like she does, but I know she really enjoys herself. I'm sure I could have put an end to it, but I hate to spoil her fun. If I sat down with her and had a serious talk, or perhaps even told Ronnie how uncomfortable she sometimes makes me and asked him to take it up with her I'm sure she would back off.

I guess the truth is that I kind of like the excitement and danger of it a little myself. It's quite a rush sometimes, and it's always flattering to have a good looking woman after your body.

Ronnie knows she teases me, but I'm pretty sure he has no idea how far she takes it sometimes, or how far she talks about taking it. As much as we both enjoy the game, I don't want to do anything to hurt Ron or damage their marriage. I resolved to be more careful and not put myself in a position where things could get out of hand.

Then I remembered I had promised to go spend a week alone with them on a boat. Crap, this was not going to be easy!

I finished up my lunch and jumped into my chores, first turning off the power so that I could replace a sticky timer on my sprinkler system. That job turned out to be much faster and easier than anticipated, so I went ahead and started the nasty job of reworking the retaining wall around the raised beds out front.

The ground had subsided and the concrete landscape blocks were collapsing in one area, so I had to tear it down, fix the surface problem, and rebuild it. I could have used Ronnie's help on that heavy job, but I knew if I asked he would spend all afternoon helping me, and I didn't want to use up all his down-time for him, so I just launched into it myself.

I had stripped down to shorts, gloves, and shoes, and was to the dirt hauling phase when I saw Sue come out with her two girls and walk to her car. She looked nice, and was carrying a purse, so I knew they were headed somewhere. I waved, and she waved back then stopped and said something to the girls. 

The girls ran for the back yard as Sue turned and crossed the street, and I saw them climbing on the swing set and faintly heard them jabbering at each other as Sue approached me.

"Hi Adam. Working again, huh? Every time I look over here you're out here working hard and looking all sweaty and sexy."

"Right Sue, except it's more like dirty and smelly. You look great though, and you smell amazing."

She did too, in a nice little summer skirt outfit that showed off her lush figure, and her scent was one of those 'please bury your face between my boobs' scents that some women insist on wearing. And then they wonder why guys follow them around and ogle their bodies.

She seemed to swell a litttle with the compliment, obviously pleased that I'd noticed. "Well, I'd take you just as you are Adam, I like that whole sweaty macho male thing. Get me dirty and sweaty anytime! I bet your balls would be all musky and salty tasting."

Shocked a little, I laughed. "Damn Sue, I always took you for the prim and proper little wife and mom, and now you're acting all nasty and embarrassing me!"

She smiled and ran her fingers across my sweaty chest, pinching my nipple, then licked her fingertips. "Mmm, salty. Actually, I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes, if you don't mind. There are some things you should probably know about Rick and me if you're still planning on coming over tomorrow." She looked at me, hopeful I think.

I smiled at her. "You couldn't keep me away now Sue, but I've got to tell you that the whole idea of Rick being there to watch us freaks me out more than a little."

She paused for a moment, then said softly "How would you feel about him touching you?"

Alarm bells! "Uh, what do you mean?"

"It's part of the fantasy for him Adam, to prepare his wife for her lover, to prepare the lover to fuck his wife, to touch us and, you know, help us while we're fucking. He even thinks he wants to lick me clean after you cum in me. And you too, if you'll let him."

"Oh Sue, I don't know, that's kind of sick! This is just all too fucking weird. And the whole gay thing just does nothing for me, sorry."

"He says it's not a gay thing."

"You're talking about him possibly sucking my cock, or licking my cum off of us, and that's not a gay thing? How does he figure that?"

She seemed embarrassed, hesitant to tell me. "Sue?"

She wouldn't meet my eyes, and kept looking down as she spoke. "He feels it's a subservient thing Adam, a humiliation thing that he would enjoy. He wants to be our slave for the evening. If you could think of him as your slave that you were forcing to service you would it still seem too gay to you? A mouth is a mouth after all Adam, if you were blindfolded could you tell if a man or a woman was sucking your cock?"

I'd heard that argument before, but I'd know, and anyhow I wouldn't be blindfolded. Perversely, I wondered if I'd even be able to get it up with him sucking me. How fucking strange and twisted is that?

"Sue, this was out in left field for me before, but now you're just pushing it w-a-a-a-y out there. I had pretty much come to terms with him watching, but this... Where did he get such strange ideas, anyhow?"

She sat down on a pile of landscape blocks and took my dirty hands into her clean ones, and looked at me. "He got most of it from the internet, I think. There are some sites with things like cuckold themes, and domination, and a few others that have a lot of articles and pictures and comments about hot wives and cuckolds, and bulls - that's the wive's lovers, you'd be a bull Adam - and all that stuff, but I think it's all really my fault."

I looked at her, sensing how difficult it was for her to reveal these things to me. "How do you figure it's your fault, it sounds like he's the one that's screwed up?"

"Where to start? When I was in college Adam, I was a pretty loose girl, a real party animal, if you know what I mean."

"So you liked to have a good time. I wouldn't have guessed that, but so what?"

"You don't get it Adam, I mean I didn't just fuck around a lot, I FUCKED AROUND A LOT! If I didn't get laid at least 6 or 7 times on a weekend I thought the weekend was wasted."

Now I was shocked. But still, what did this have to do with Rick's odd obsession? "I don't get it Sue, where does Rick come into this? Were you dating him at the time?"

"No, I met him after college, when I wanted to settle down and have a family, and it was love at first sight. I do love him Adam, and he's a good husband, and a great father."

"OK, so where does he fit in? How did your prior life affect him?" I was totally lost, and totally amazed at her story, and even a little turned on by her admitted sexual addiction.



Adam's Journey Pt. 22



Sue paused for a minute, biting her lip, then looked into my eyes for a few seconds before speaking. "I told him about myself Adam, about the stuff I'd done and my sexual history. I knew I shouldn't, I knew better, but he kept asking..."

I groaned. "Oh Sue, you didn't! That kind of stuff is best left in the past, don't you think?" Sure, here I was, giving her advice like that when I had Kristi doing exactly the same thing for me, at my urging, although it sounded like Kristi's love life may have been pretty tame compared to Sue's.

"I wasn't going to Adam, I never intended to, but he kept bugging me and pestering, practically begging me to tell him about my past sexual partners and experiences. Why do guys do that, anyhow? It seems kind of masochistic to me!"

"I don't know Sue, I guess it's maybe kind of a turn-on, or just a need to compete...hell, I don't know, I'm not into all that psychobabble. Just chalk it up to stupidity. So he didn't take it so well?"

"Ha. No, he took it great, at first. It really turned him on, and we would have this amazing sex afterwards. He really seemed to enjoy hearing about stuff I'd done, which I always thought was strange. But I started out with the pretty tame things, real vanilla, you know?"

"Um, maybe. What do you consider vanilla?"

"Oh, you know, one guy, pussy eating, blow jobs, straight sex, maybe a little anal; real Puritan stuff. He always asked for details like was a guys cock big, or did he cum in me, or in my mouth, or did the guy make me cum."

Sue's definition of Puritan was maybe a little different than Webster's, but I got the gist of it. "And so this eventually started to mess with Rick's head, huh?"

"No, not really, not then. But he kept wanting to know more and more, and he seemed to enjoy it, so I started to tell him about the more, uh, you know, crazy stuff I would sometimes do."

"Like for example?"

"God Adam, I can't believe I'm telling you all this, it's really pretty embarassing to remember how I was. I'm kind of ashamed of it, but I was young and stupid, and incredibly horny."

"We all go through that Sue, but some of us are too shy or introverted to act on it. Whatever else you think, at least you had the guts to do stuff impulsively. A lot of people wish they could be more like that."

She smiled at me, brightening considerably. "Thanks Adam, you always seem to say the right thing. You're pretty easy to talk to. Well, anyway, I told him about the wild shit like threesomes and stuff, fucking one guy while I was blowing another. I did three guys once, spent the night with them. I bet I got fucked 8 or 9 times, I had so much cum on and in me. It was great! And I told Rick that."

"Sue, how come you're not dead from some STD or something?"

She looked taken aback. "Well, that was awfully blunt. And right after I said you always know the right thing to say!"

"Sue, there's no good way to ask that question, is there?"

She shrugged her shoulders, making her breasts move invitingly. "True. Luck Adam, just plain, blind, stupid luck, because I was not being very careful. I never had anything though, ever. Not once, and I know because I got tested for absolutely everything before I got pregnant with Britt." Brittney is her oldest daughter.

"Well, that was smart. You must have had a guardian sex angel or something, huh?"

She laughed. "Guardian sex angels would probably be a good idea, but we'd work them to death. Anyhow, Rick started to get really obsessed with this, with my sex life, and he started to talk about watching me make love to another man. I didn't take him seriously, at first."

"When did you realize he was serious?"

She thought about that for a minute, and I watched a red pickup go by, very similar to the one driven by the guy I'd caught fucking Kristi. I don't think it was him, but maybe. I could faintly hear Sue's two girls laughing and playing in her yard.

She sighed. "After I told him about the basketball player from my school's team, and how much I'd enjoyed his enormous cock. His enormous black cock, Adam." She watched my face to see how I'd react.

I tried not to show my surprise. Sue was turning out to be an absolute enigma, not at all the prim, chaste little housewife I'd always assumed her to be. She really had been a wildcat, apparently, and had given all that up to marry Rick and settle down. I wondered if she was bored. 

I cleared my throat so that my voice wouldn't come out as strangled as it felt. "So, he didn't react well to that, huh. Go figure. Is he a little bit racist or something? And how did you wind up doing a black athlete anyhow?"

She answered my second question first. "Well we just kind of got introduced at a party, and he started hitting on me, and I was always curious if the rumors were true, you know, about black men."

"And?"

"They're not true."

I laughed at her. "That's not what I meant Sue, I meant 'And, what happened next?' but now that you're on the subject, I thought you said he was huge, so the rumor is true, right?"

"Oh, it was definitely true for Winston, but I wound up fucking a lot of black guys after that, and they're not all big. Some are, but so are some white guys, right Adam?" She smiled at me. "But those black cocks, and my pale skin, there's just something magic about that, for me anyhow.

"Wait a minute. Winston? Like in Churchill? I don't think I've ever heard of a black guy named Winston." I laughed at the incongruity of this sweet little strawberry blond getting pounded by an enormous cock on a black guy named Winston, it just struck me as funny. And maybe I laughed to cover the embarassing fact that I had a rock hard erection from the idea of Sue fucking the basketball team.

"What's so funny? I didn't name him, Adam, I just fucked him. Do you want to try to focus here, or are you just going to laugh at me?"

I stopped, and apologized. "Sorry, it just seemed so odd, the whole thing. I'm having trouble putting you in this scenario, Sue."

"Well, it's true. And no, Rick didn't go all weird because he's racist, he went weird because he loved the story, and couldn't get enough of me telling him about me and Winston. I told him how beautiful Winston's cock is, so huge and thick and black, with his big thick foreskin for me to play with and everything." 

She seemed to shiver a little bit. "It makes me horny just thinking about him. He's even bigger than you Adam, really huge, and I loved the way it felt inside of me. He could fuck me for an hour, I just couldn't get enough. I used to cum so hard!"

"Gosh, I can't imagine why this all messed with Rick's head", I said, a little sarcastically.

"I know, I know, but the more I told him the hornier he got, and then he started asking me to compare his cock to Winston's, and, well, there's just no comparison! But the more I compared and criticized him, and made fun of his penis, the more he liked it, so I kept on, telling him stuff like how tiny his cock is, and how I really wanted a huge cock way inside me again, and how he could never make me cum the way a really big cock did..." her voice trailed off.

"Jesus Sue! What were you thinking?"

"I know Adam, but most of what I said to him wasn't true, I was making it up because he seemed to like it. His cock isn't tiny, it's average, and I've certainly had enough to know. And anyhow, he makes me happy. Well, most of the time." She smiled.

"Do you miss the variety of cocks, the wild life?" This question was for me, for my own benefit in trying to understand Kristi.

"Honestly? Sometimes. There's just no substitute for that rush, that excitement of the first time with somebody new, or even the first few times. The first time I open a man's zipper Adam, well, it's like Christmas morning for me, waiting to see what wonderful surprise I'm going to find inside." She looked down at my crotch as she spoke. "Are you hard Adam?"

"Extremely, Sue. What do you expect, talking about this kind of stuff?"

She shook her head. "Damn, here I am, pouring out my heart to you, and to you it's all just audio porn. God, Adam!"

"C'mon Sue, I can't help it. The reason cocks have a head is because they have a mind of their own, I can never control this thing. No guy can."

"Hmmph. Well, that's certainly true, you guys are pretty helpless if your dick is involved. Anyhow, Rick became absolutely convinced that his 'tiny, pathetic penis', as he calls it, could never satisfy me, and that I deserved a real man, with a big cock, and that he was less than a man, all that crap."

I shook my head. "Oh. So he's pretty fucked up, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess. He started a while ago to really obsess about me fucking another guy, or other guys, so that I could be satisfied, and the more he thought about it, the more detailed his fantasy got."

She and I just looked at each other for several seconds. I think I was really starting to understand how this all came about, not that it didn't still seem very unusual.

"He started taking me out to bars and stuff, encouraging me to dress kind of slutty, practically begging me to pick up guys to fuck, but I just couldn't do it!"

"You didn't want to fuck other guys, huh?"

"No, that's not really it. I'd dance with guys, sometimes, and feel their hard cocks pressing against me, and it made me so horny! But we kept it at that level, just a fantasy, and I'd tell him about the guys rubbing their big, hard cocks against me on the dance floor. He liked that."

"So why change that now?"

"Because his fantasy keeps expanding Adam, he wants more, the real thing, and he wants to be subjugated and humiliated, and he wants to see me fucked by what he calls 'a real man's cock', that's why. And because while he was fantasizing about all these strangers fucking his wife, I started fantasizing about you, Adam."

"Jeez Sue, I'm flattered, but why..."

"Because you're here Adam, and I feel like I know you, and you're safe, you won't hurt us, and you're manly and hung like a fucking horse Adam. Do you need more reasons?" 

"Uhh, no, I guess not."

"I have a husband, and a home, and my kids - I have things to lose now Adam, and I'm afraid of strangers. But Rick wants this so bad, and he's talked about it so much that now I really, really want to feel a big man-size cock in me again. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night Adam, I'm so totally aroused all the time waiting for it, I haven't felt this way in years."

"I'm looking forward to it too, Sue."

"I just thought you should know how it is, in case you want to back out."

"I don't Sue, and I appreciate you telling me this. I know it wasn't easy. I have to tell you though, I'm really iffy about Rick being involved and touching both of us. If he wants to touch you, fine, you're his wife, but..."

"I'll tell him Adam, but try to go with whatever happens, OK? This really means a lot to him, getting to live his fantasy."

"Sure, OK Sue. I'll try." Gosh, no pressure there! 

Sue had been holding my hands in hers, but now released them and stood up. She sighed. "Well, I guess I better round up the girls and get to the store if we're going to have any dinner tonight. Anyhow, thanks for listening, and feel free to call me or flag me down if you think of anything you want to ask about; I'll tell you whatever you want, it's the least I can do."

"Thanks Sue, I appreciate your honesty. Hey, you're going to the grocery store, right?"

She laughed. "Yeah. What do you need?"

"Well, Ron and Kori are coming over for dinner, and I got nothin'. She's bringing some chicken for me to grill, but I said I'd do the rest, so maybe one of those bags of mixed greens for salad or something." I pulled out my wallet and handed her a twenty.

"Adam, they're your best friends, right?" 

"Yeah, so?"

"So you're not going to give them stale, tasteless, pre-mixed green crap. Leave it to me, I'll take care of it."

"Thanks Sue."

"No problem. How come we never do that, a bunch of us get together for dinners or drinks or anything?"

I'd actually thought some about that in the past, as I noticed the pattern in the neighborhood of who socialized with who, so I told her my theory. "Different social castes Sue. There's a fine order to it, and certain lines are almost never crossed."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you're married with kids, so you socialize with other MWK's, and maybe with the SWK's, but not with the no kids folks like me, or like Ron and Kori, even though they're married. You know, the SNK's and the MNK's. I can socialize comfortably with them, because, you know, no kids. Simple, huh?" 

She laughed again. "You're simple, Adam. You say the craziest stuff!"

"It's true though, think about it."

"You know, you're right! All of our friends have kids, I guess that's how we wind up getting together. Weird."

"Do your girls like to swim?"

"Yes, I take them over to the pool by the library when I have time. OK, what's that got to do with anything? I'm stumped."

"Nothing, I just thought I could check with Ron and Kori and see if it would be OK for you to use their pool sometimes. It would be a great opportunity for you to get to know them better, the girls would like it, and I think Ron and Kori would too. I know Ronnie would love to watch those big boobs of yours bouncing around his pool. Kori too, probably!"

She blushed furiously and slapped my arm. "You're terrible! I can't believe you said that!"

Now I was laughing at her, this was too funny. "Sue, with all the stuff we were just talking about I can't believe that me mentioning your hooters is making you blush. You are an enigma, girl!"

"You caught me off guard. I plan to make you blush tomorrow night."

I didn't doubt that at all. "Be gentle with me, it's my first time."

She gave me a slow, sexy smile. "You don't have to be gentle with me Adam. I like it a little rough. Remember, I've had big cocks before, I can take it all, hard and fast, so don't worry."

She paused for a moment, considering whether or not to continue, then I could see her make her decision. "You can even fuck my ass if you want to. It's been a really long time since I've had a big, thick cock up my ass, and that makes me cum so hard!"

This was the same woman that had just turned bright red at the mention of her big tits! Go figure. I was a little shocked, myself. Keeping my face totally straight and my voice serious, I replied "Oh, I don't know Sue, I'm kind of an old fashioned, traditional kind of guy. I don't usually shove my big old cock up a woman's ass in front of her husband until at least the second date."

She looked startled for a second, probably because of the serious tone I'd taken, then broke down in peals of laughter. I soon joined her, and we both laughed until we had tears running down our cheeks.

When we caught our breath, she said "That's what they call taking something from the ridiculous to the sublime. You have a way of putting a cap on things to point out how crazy they are, like us just talking about all this wild, perverted behavior on the front lawn in our innocent little suburban neighborhood as if it's a perfectly normal topic of conversation. You're a master of the absurd."

"Nah, I was just cracking a dumb joke, I don't know about all that stuff."

That set us off again, until finally she said "I have to go or I'll stand here and laugh with you all afternoon. You get your work done, and I'll get dinner stuff you'll be proud to serve your friends. Thanks Adam, this was better and easier than I had anticipated." 

"No problem Sue. I like you, you're fun." 

She smiled. "Get to work."

"Nope. Not until I watch your ass as you walk back across the street."

She laughed again, and walked away with an exaggerated sway of her hips, her soft, round ass moving nicely and jiggling just a little. I wondered how that was going to feel slapping against my lower belly as I took her from behind, jamming my cock deep into her soft, wet pussy, gripping her wide hips as I thrust myself far into her. 

I wondered if the noises she would make would drive her husband crazy as he watched her cum on another man's cock, a cock much larger than his own, much deeper inside of his wife.

I also wondered if she really intended for me to fuck her ass. Few women would consider doing that with me, and so I had little experience with anal sex and was not deeply into the idea, but the few times I had tried it I had found a tight little ass gripping my cock to be an amazing feeling, very different. I was hard, and looking forward to finding out if she was serious. 

I finished my work on rebuilding the wall as the sun was getting pretty low over the mountains, and after getting the last block in place and the sod laid back down I stood back and admired my handiwork, satisfied with it. I put my tools away and headed in to clean up, looking forward to the hot shower on my stiff, tired muscles.

It felt as good as I had anticipated, and I allowed myself the luxury of a long, massaging shower. I had no sooner turned off the water and stepped out, reaching for my towel, when voices startled me.

"Hello? Adam? Are you home? We're here, your door was open. Helllooo?"

It was Sue's voice, obviously back from the store. I opened the bathroom door and stuck my head out. "Hi Sue, I'm up here, I'll be down in a sec."

I toyed with the idea of going down au naturel just to see how she'd react, but she had said 'we're here', so I didn't. Me bouncing in naked in front of her two young girls did not seem like a very smart idea. I did a quick dry-off, mostly my hair, and grabbed the white terry robe off the back of the door.

It was actually Kristi's robe, big and loose and comfy on her, and a little tight and short on me, but not too bad. It still carried her scent; I loved that. I carefully tied the belt around my waist to close the front because there was not much overlap, and padded down the stairs barefoot. 

Sue stood in the middle of my living room holding a large bowl and a bakery bag, Rick next to her with a smaller bowl and a glass baking pan. The girls were not around, but I was still glad I'd chosen caution.

"Hi guys, you caught me just getting done showering. What's all this?"

Sue spoke up. "Just a couple things I got for your dinner party. You didn't answer the bell, but your door wasn't locked, I hope you don't mind..."

"No, no, not a problem, come on in. Its not really a party Sue, just Ron and Kori, I wish you hadn't gone to so much trouble."

Rick answered. "It's no trouble for her, Adam she loves doing this kind of stuff. And anyway, I made the garden salad and the bean and pasta salad. Sue shopped and made the cobbler is all."

I just looked at them for a few seconds, a little uncomfortable that they had gone to so much trouble for a get-together they weren't invited to. I took the pan from Rick and led them into the kitchen to put things up.

"Hey listen, why don't you guys join us? There's probably enough chicken, and you certainly brought plenty of side dishes. If we're low I can throw on a steak or a couple burgers..."

Sue cut me off. "No Adam, that's fine, we have to get home with the girls, we left them watching a video, and I have our dinner in the oven, Rick just wanted to serve you this way, didn't you Rick?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I hope you enjoy it, and have fun with your friends."

I looked at the salad, all mixed greens and colorful sliced peppers and olives, it looked colorful, beautiful, and tasty. Rick pulled out a small decanter of obviously homemade dressing and set it alongside. I put the pasta salad in the fridge, and took the cobbler from Rick and set it on the stove, thanking them again for all the trouble they'd gone to. I was totally amazed, and I knew I'd have to explain to Kori and Ron. No way they would believe I'd done all this!




Adam's Journey Pt. 23



Sue parted my robe and brought my cock into view, by now standing several degrees above horizontal, swollen, veins bulging, and my cockhead was dark red with arousal. I was fully hard and throbbing, and she let my cock lay across her palm, the heel of her hand against my balls and my shaft extending several inches beyond her thumb. She slowly closed her fingers around me, exaggerating my thickness by holding her hand at a slight angle and not closing her fingers tightly. There was a three quarter inch gap between her fingertips and her thumb.

"Oh, just look Ricky! This is what a real man's cock is supposed to look like honey, not like that short little skinny thing of yours. Just think what this can do inside of me baby, the places it can touch that you never do."

Rick squeaked "Oh god, Suzy!" I didn't know he called her Suzy.

Smiling, she continued to torment him. "Is your little dicky hard baby? Do you want to take it out and show it to us?"

"Yes, yes!" He began to fumble at his zipper.

"Well, don't! Nobody wants to see your baby penis when this is available Ricky, you just keep it in your pants. And don't you dare cum!"

She turned to me. "Can you believe that? If you had a small penis, and there was a guy with a great big cock there, would you want anyone to see how small you were?"

I felt bad for him, and didn't want to take part in humiliating him, but I could see that he was lapping it up, and was very aroused by this treatment. Apparently, whatever his fantasy was, this was a big part of it, so I forced myself to participate. "No way. I can't imagine having to go through life with a little boy cock like his. I guess I can see why his wife needs to turn to other men for satisfaction."

Sue continued to slowly stroke my cock, holding it out so that he could see every movement. She untied my robe with her other hand and opened the front, fully exposing me, and then cupped my balls in her hand, raising them up for him to see. "Look honey, real man sized balls too, look how big! I bet you want to lick them, don't you baby?"

I cringed slightly, and Rick moaned. "Well, you can't, they're all mine. I don't know if I can wait 'til tomorrow Ricky, should I let Adam fuck me now?"

At exactly the same time, Rick and I both said "Yes!"

Sue laughed, then I laughed. Even Rick managed a weak chuckle.

"You boys are too eager. I think not, not tonight. I can't leave poor Adam like this though, can I now?"

This time Rick and I both said "No!" at the same time, starting us all laughing again.

Sue turned to Rick. "What should I do baby, you tell me."

Rick whispered hoarsely "A blowjob Suzy, give him one of your great blowjobs." 

I looked at Rick. "So your wife gives pretty good head, huh Rick?"

"Y-yes, she's amazing! But I don't know if she can do you like she does me, you're kinda, uh, bigger..."

Sue didn't say anything as she dropped to her knees in front of me and began to give my cock and balls a thorough tongue bath. I was so glad I had just showered so I had nothing to be embarassed about, even if Sue did claim to love sweaty, musky balls.

I glanced at Rick, and he was staring, totally transfixed as his wife's mouth made love to my cock. She sucked on one testicle, then the other, then took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me in earnest, deeply into her mouth. I was surprised to see her take me as deep as she did without gagging, she was getting a good 6 or 7 inches in, her lips stretched wetly around my shaft, leaving trails of saliva.

As she began to fuck my cock into her mouth, I realized she was taking me slightly deeper with each stroke, until at last I could feel her lips around the base of my cock, her teeth just slightly scraping me, and her throat constricting on my glans. I closed my eyes and put my head back with a groan. "Oh my god!"

Rick said "See? Told you!"

The feeling was incredible, and as she slowly slid back and let my cock slide gradually out from between her lips, I almost shot my load all over her face. I was just able to hold out.

She looked up at me, licking her swollen lips. "You like?" 

My knees almost buckling, I said "Good lord Sue, that's amazing! I've never felt anything like that before, that's the first deep throat anyone has done to me since puberty."

"I wasn't sure I could still do that, since Ricky's little dicklet is no challenge. I learned that in college, with a couple black guys that taught me how. Well, they let me practice on them, I should say. I guess sucking a cock is like riding a bike, huh?"

I took a shaky breath. "Yeah, except if you fall off you won't skin your knees and elbows." Sue laughed, Rick shook his head at my bad joke. My cock was rigid hard and pulsing, and I had that powerful urge right behind my balls, telling me I NEEDED to cum.

"Well, I guess I should finish you, huh Adam? I can't let you suffer, and I want you to cum in my mouth, lots Adam, cum lots!" I was pretty sure I would.

Rick sighed "Ohhh, yes!", and Sue turned on him.

"Hey, you don't get to just stand there and watch, bub! You have work to do. Go and set Adam's table for him and his friends, be sure you do a nice job. And clean up his kitchen a little"

"Bu-but I want to watch!"

"No, not tonight. You've seen enough, you just keep thinking about what you just saw while you do your chores. Oh, and Ricky?"

"Yes dear?" 

"Sucking Adam's cock has made me sooo wet, I'm totally horny. You're going to have to fix my pussy after the girls go to bed, I thing a nice long evening of your soft tongue should do it. Now go!"

I watched him stumble out to the kitchen and heard him opening cabinets and drawers, searching for stuff, as Sue returned to sucking my cock magnificently. I was so close! 

Sue continued to suck me, taking me deep into her throat. I could feel her tongue doing amazing things along the underside of my cock, dancing and caressing my most sensitive areas while her throat gripped me, and I closed my eyes and just focused on the intense waves of pleasure. How she did this without choking herself I will never understand, but it was incredibly enjoyable, and I was not sure I could hold out much longer. I desperately wanted to, just to prolong the experience.

Just as I felt like I might be to the point of no return, she stopped, sliding my cock out past her soft, swollen lips. I watched as a long strand of her saliva suspended from my cock and then dropped into the deep cleavage exposed by her low-cut blouse.

She looked up at me, her eyes heavy lidded with arousal. "God Adam, you feel and taste so good. When did you say your friends were coming over?"

I don't think I'd ever said. "Umm, I'm pretty sure I told them 7:00." I glanced at my watch. "That would give us about 45 minutes."

She gave me an evil smile "There's no way you're going to last that long. No one ever has."

"Sue, I wouldn't have lasted 45 more seconds if you hadn't stopped just then." She laughed. "I know. I could tell by the way your cock swelled up, that's why I quit." 

Damn, she's good! I wondered if Rick really had any idea just what he had on his hands. He might have married a little more hotwife than he realized.

She pushed me back toward the sofa, following me on her knees. "Why don't you sit down and be comfortable and I'll finish you up? Oh, I'm so horny, I can't wait to taste it! I want to feel you cum in my mouth."

I sat, leaning against the arm at one end, and she pushed my robe fully open as she knelt between my legs. She stretched up to suck my nipples before aligning herself along the front of the sofa in such a way that we were somewhat head-to-tail. Just before taking my cock back into her mouth she said "Touch me Adam, feel how wet I am."

I didn't need to be asked twice, and ran my hand over her ass and down between her legs from behind, finding her hot and humid, her small panties soaked through with her juices. I pressed the slick fabric into her fleshy crevice with my fingers, pushing against her hot flesh, and she let out a long groan around my penis in her mouth. I had an idea.

"Hey Rick, get in here for a minute, will you?" 

Sue looked up at me as she continued to suck, puzzled, but not second guessing me. Rick showed up very quickly, and with Sue's exposed derriere toward the kitchen door saw immediately that I had my fingers working at his wife's aroused pussy.

"Did you call me?"

"Yeah, I need some help. Take your wife's panties off her for me, would you please?" He jerked slightly, a movement that I was beginning to understand he made when something surprised or excited him, then hurried to comply. He knelt behind her and leaned forward to slide her panties down and pull as she lifted each knee to free them. I think he desperately wanted to taste her arousal, he was staring at her soaked and swollen sex and licking his lips, but he stood instead, still holding her panties.

I looked up at him. "Thanks Rick. Those are kinda wet, huh?"

His voice came out as a choked whisper "Yes, very wet. Very wet."

He stood, continuing to finger her arousal-slick underwear, watching as Sue gave me an incredible blowjob and I began to play at her pussy, stroking her with my fingers, sliding a finger or sometimes two into her, touching and tweaking her enormous swollen clit. I could hear her moaning and groaning around my cock, and knew I was getting to her good.

Sue became aware of Rick, still standing there, and stopped fellating me to turn to him. "I didn't say you could watch. Get back to work, boy!"

"Ohh please baby? I want to see!" The front of his pants were tented out with arousal, and I thought I could see a tiny spot of moisture forming where the tip of his cock pressed against them.

I felt sorry for him. "Let him watch Sue. He desperately wants to, you can tell, and it's the least we can do. You are his wife after all."

Sue hammed it up, acting very offended before begrudgingly saying "Oh, OK, you can watch just because Adam says it's alright, but no touching yourself, you hear?"

"No, no, I won't, I promise. Thank you honey. Thank you Adam."

He stood, rapt and aroused as Sue went back to sucking me and I to finger-fucking her. I slid two fingers into her slick pussy and my thumb into her ass, and she came, groaning and moaning as her ass thrust back against my hand for deeper penetration. I was bubbling over, about to cum, when she pulled her lips off me again. 

"Oh god Adam, I can't stand it! Fuck me, please fuck me!"

I gasped out "Ohhh my god, too late!" and shot an enormous spurt of cum into her face, covering her chin and lips and leaving a thick, white streak across her cheek and into her strawberry blond hair. She quickly took me back into her mouth, catching spurt after spurt as I emptied my over-excited testicles and prostate into her warm mouth. It was very intense, clenching every muscle and firing every synapse in my body. I saw stars.

Intentionally or otherwise, Sue let a thick trickle of white semen escape from her lips, and it ran down her chin and covered the tops of her creamy breasts, filling her cleavage with my thick cream. It was a beautiful sight, and I looked up to see Rick staring, wide eyed and pale faced, a large wet spot, silver dollar sized and growing, on the front of his pants. He had stained himself, cumming spontaneously in his pants as I did the same in his wife's soft mouth. How embarassing for him!

Sue continued to suck the last few drops from my aching cock, then turned to him, seeing his little accident. "Oh Ricky, shame on you! You bad boy, with no self control. How shameful to cum in front of us like that!"

It was tough to take her very seriously with my cum dripping from her chin and wet stains on her blouse of course, but Rick blushed very nicely. Though embarrassed, he was smiling.

Sue stood and went to him, grabbing the wet tent in the front of his pants and squeezing him, stroking his cock through his pants. His knees almost buckled. She then put her hand to the back of his head and pulled his face to hers, pressing her cum covered lips to his.

He pulled back for a second, then surrendered, taking her slick lips and tongue to his own, and licking at the semen on her chin and cheek, unashamed and happy. 

They continued to kiss for some time, and I realized they were whispering to each other between kisses, expressing their love and appreciation for each other, pulling close and seeking assurance that what had just happened had not damaged them in any way. I could tell that they loved each other very much, and I felt like an intruder on their intimate moment. Odd considering what I had just been involved in, but I was happy for them, impressed by and a little jealous of their strong, loving relationship that so clearly went far beyond their sex lives.

I pulled my robe closed somewhat and stood, and it was as if they had forgotten I was there. They continued to talk softly and stare into each other's eyes until I made a show of clearing my throat, and spoke.

"Ahem, well, that was amazing."

They both turned to face me, keeping an arm around each other, and Sue gave me a big smile. "Thanks Adam, that was so much fun! I really enjoyed that, and you can see that Rick did." He smiled at me, then glanced down self consciously at the large wet stain on his pants. In his place I think I would have been more embarassed by the cum smeared all over his lips and chin, but he grinned right through it.

"Yeah Adam, thanks, that was great. Sue really enjoyed sucking your cock, didn't you honey?"

She laughed. "Oh, I did! I'm so horny right now. We're going to have to try to put the girls to bed a little early, I think. I can't wait to crawl all over my sweet little baby here!"

I had to laugh at their enthusiasm. Apparently at least this little part of Rick's fantasy had met or exceeded his expectations. Noticing that Rick's pants and Sue's blouse were a mess of cum stains, I thought I should help them get cleaned up so they could avoid the curious questions of their daughters.

"Do you guys want me to find some, uh, dry clothes for you? I'm sure Kristi has a top or something you can wear Sue, and I have some sweats that should fit you Rick."

They looked at each other, then Sue spoke. "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea. That was fun, but it was messy fun."

I ran up the steps and found a clean knit top in pale green for Sue in Kristi's dresser, and got Rick an old pair of sweatpants. They'd be a little big on him, I'm both taller and a little bigger build, but they had elastic and a drawstring, so they would work. I also grabbed a couple of towels for them to use.

Walking back down the stairs, I noticed Rick staring at my crotch, and realized my robe had fallen open. It creeped me out just a little, even though he had just watched his wife suck me off, and I tried to cover up using the one hand I had available to pull my robe shut. Then I noticed Sue watching him watch me. She was smiling and shaking her head, bemused. "That's a pretty big cock, huh baby?"

Caught in the act, Rick blushed, and stammered. "Uh, yeah, it is. Sorry." 

I was just a little embarassed too, but realized that I was somewhat unrealistically larger than my usual flaccid state because I still had a fair amount of post-arousal length, swelling and puffiness going on. It was limp and flopping back and forth quite impressively as I came down the steps, so I decided what the fuck, and let it flop. I'd play to his fantasy. Or his fears.

I stopped in front of them and handed them the towels, then the clothes. 

"Here you go, you can dry off. I think these things should work for you." I stepped back and put my hands on my hips, watching them and holding my robe wide open. I thrust my hips forward, putting my cock on display and making it dangle free, out away from my body. Rick kept stealing sidelong glances at me, and I almost laughed. His reaction was so funny, it was worth the little bit of mental discomfort it caused me.

Sue stripped her wet top off over her head, and discovered that her bra was equally cum-soaked. With no hesitation she removed it and stood there topless, as I recalled that she was also sans panties, and felt a twinge of arousal. She must have as well, because although the house was quite warm, her incongruously dark pink nipples hardened and jutted out from her soft, pale breasts, huge and suckable. The tops of her breasts were still slick with my semen

I whistled softly. "Very nice, Sue, that's a great look for you." 

She smiled and shook her shoulders slightly, causing her breasts to swing with her. "You probably say that to all the girls you've just cum on. Honey, do you want to lick this off my boobs too?"

I saw him look almost longingly at her tits and lick his lips, then he glanced at me. "Um, no, I guess not. But here, I'll dry you, OK?'

He took his towel and carefully dried her chest, and she tugged at his belt and button as he did so, unzipping him and pushing his stained pants down. I hadn't been surprised when Sue stripped right there in front of me, but was a little surprised that Rick did. If our positions were reversed, I believe I would have wanted to avoid the side-by-side comparison of our equipment.

Sue took the towel and dried his stomach and thigh where his load had run down, then made a point of holding his smaller cock between her thumb and index finger as she wiped his cum off it, emphasizing his shrivelled size. He had started smaller, and seemed to have shrunk more and faster than I, which made sense considering nobody had squeezed, sucked, and stroked his cock. It had gone off spontaneously, but fortunately nobody had been in the line of fire.

When finished, she dropped the towel and led him by his little nubbin to stand in front of me. Still holding his little shrunken dick between her fingers, she took me in her other hand and lifted me, squeezing and stroking as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I groaned, it felt wonderful.

"Look at the difference Ricky, you're so tiny! Are you sure that you still want Adam to come over tomorrow and put this big thing inside me?"

I saw him shiver. "Oh, yes, I sure do. Are you still gonna do it Adam?"

I looked at him, and at Sue. "Sure, if you guys are sure you're still good with it. I'm looking forward to it."

They looked at each other, and I saw Sue smile and raise her eyebrows, silently asking him if he was sure. He was.

She released us both, and told him to get his pants on. I had hardened slightly as she handled me, and she noticed. "Adam, are you getting a hard-on again already?"

"Well what do you expect Sue, you're standing there with your tits out, nipples all hard and everything, no panties on, stroking me - of course I'm getting hard!"

She laughed and looked at Rick, who was tying the drawstring on his pants. Or my pants. "Honey, why don't you go on home and check on the girls. Maybe I'll stay here for awhile and get a preview of tomorrow night."

His mouth dropped open. "But - but I thought..."

"No 'buts' Ricky, you scoot on home and start getting dinner on the table and I'll be there in a little while. We'll just maybe practice a little, me and Adam, so tomorrow night meets your expectations."

"But... what are you going to do?" 

"You just nevermind. But if you go now and stop complaining, maybe I'll bring you a nice, warm, creamy dessert, OK?"

He moaned and went to the door, looking back at us once before he left. The door had no sooner closed than Sue broke out laughing, which made her big tits jiggle nicely. She choked out through her laughter "Oh, I'm such an evil little bitch! He's gonna go crazy wondering what's happening!" She began to pull on the top I had brought down for her. I was confused. "So we're not..."

"No Adam, we'll save all that for tomorrow. I'm just torturing him a little. This is so much fun! I just needed to talk to you alone for a minute, and one of us really did have to get home with the girls. We've been gone almost twenty five minutes, we don't usually do that."




Adam's Journey Pt. 24



I stood and looked at the door as it closed behind her. I could only shake my head and wonder just what I was getting myself into - and with the encouragement of my friends and a push from my fiancee, no less! I might not have gotten involved without their friendly shove, but I had no regrets, not yet anyway.

I headed upstairs to get dressed and ready for my dinner with Ron and Kori as I thought about the recent happenings. 

Had I followed my instincts and backed away I would have missed out on a truly incredible bit of oral magic (how to make a 10" cock disappear!), but also on a type of relationship totally foriegn to me only a week ago, and now affecting my life from both directions. That Sue and Rick loved each other was obvious, despite her sexual past and willingness to take on other men now - at his urging.

They both had seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, and, most importantly, to enjoy it together, and that was encouraging to me. Although still, my situation was very different and I had to make up my own mind. 

I selected a pair of shorts and a loose fitting golf shirt, remembering to put on underwear this time in hopes of avoiding any embarassing moments with Kori. I slid into my sandals and headed down to light the grill so that it could heat up.

I turned from the grill in time to see my friends walking across the yard, Kori carrying a flat dish and Ronnie with a bottle in each hand. I can't even imagine the number of times in the past 8 years that either Ronnie or I have walked across these yards with a bottle or two in hand; it's a well founded ritual by now, and looks completely natural.

I smiled, just at the pleasure of seeing them I guess, I really do love these folks. Ralph finally noticed and bounded out to meet them. He did the usual wag and slobber thing, and got the desired attention from each of them before trotting back to inform me that company was imminent. Whatever would I do without his help?

As they got closer Kori waved and smiled. "Hey Adam, are we on time?"

"Hi K, Ronnie. Looks to me like you've got the entree' and the booze, guys, so the party doesn't start 'til you get here." 

She set the dish, which I could now see contained several well marinated chicken breasts, on the shelf next to the grill and turned to hug me. I gave her a big bearhug and a quick kiss, conscious as always of her soft, warm, and obviously braless tits against me. She has a way of hugging that brings the most flesh into intimate contact, and although you'd think I would be used to it by now, I'm not.

I am each and every time intensely and sometimes embarassingly aware of every soft part of her, and of her hard pubic mound thrust against my thigh, and tonight of her soft and incredibly sexy scent.

I unwrapped her from me before either of us could reach orgasm and turned to take the bottles from Ron. "Damn K, why is it than when you do that I feel like I've just been raped?"

Ron laughed. "Yeah, she gives good hug, doesn't she? That's my little slut. It's kind of embarrassing when she does that to our pastor, though."

Kori laughed too, both at me acting all disconcerted and at Ron's assertion. She slapped him on the arm. "I do not do that to Pastor Tim!"

"Ah but you do babe, I don't think you're even aware of it, but you're all over him like the skin on a banana."

Kori, embarrassed and blushing, put her hand over her mouth in shock. "Really? Oh my god! How come you never told me that? I can't believe I did that, you should have stopped me!"

"I would have hon', but I've been having too much fun watching him turn bright red and wondering just what was going on under his robes. Do you suppose it's a sin for a pastor to spring a hard-on for one of his flock right after he preaches a sermon against lust?"

I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face, and Kori was moaning about having to find a new church to attend. If this was an act on their part it was a damn good one, but now you know another reason why I enjoy these people so much. No matter my troubles, they can always cheer me up. 

My only regret was that Kristi had missed this whole scene, I know she would have been rolling on the ground, holding her sides. It just didn't seem complete without her, but it was still damn funny. From Kori's reaction I was pretty sure they were serious. When I caught my breath I took the two bottles from Ron, a great Chardonnay that he knew I liked, and of course his Scotch, this time a dark and rich amber Glenfiddich.

Kori had dropped into a chair and was sitting with her head in her hands muttering "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" 

I smiled and set the Scotch on the counter, then put my hand on her shoulder. "Relax K, he's a man of God, I'm sure he just looked at it as a heaven-sent gift. How about a glass of wine to ease your sorrows? And by the way, speaking of heaven, what is that perfume you're wearing?"

The distraction worked, at least slightly, and she brightened "Do you like it? It's called Seduction, I thought you'd like it. My sweetie gave it to me." She smiled at Ron.

"Yeah, K, I like it on you, a lot. Very sexy. Don't ever wear it when you give your Pastor one of those hugs though, he'd probably baptize himself right there on the spot!"

That set Ronnie and I to laughing again as she shot out of her seat after me, slapping my arm and back, and then my ass as I dodged away. "Oh Adam, I can't believe you said that! That's terrible, you're going to go to hell!"

Then she was laughing too, her humiliation broken as I uncorked the wine and Ronnie poured himself a couple fingers of Scotch. We settled in comfortably, taking simple pleasure in each other's company, and just talked while the grill warmed up. I quickly got to the subject that was on my mind. "So, Kori, did you get a chance to talk to Kristi today?" 

Kori smiled at me. "So she's been on your mind just a little bit, huh Adam? Yeah, I talked to her, we had a nice, long girl-talk."

"So, how's she doing?"

"Oh, you know. Sometimes she seems pretty good, but then all of a sudden she's crying. She's like you, Adam, in limbo, never sure whether she should hold out hope or start mourning for what might have been."

That caught me off guard, and choked me up a little bit. I had felt like she was the one setting the rules, and was firm in her resolve to either have it her way or walk away. The thought that she was hurting and mourning the possible death of what had been a beautiful relationship shook me up. The mental image of her alone and crying was very painful for me; I hated the thought.

I sighed, and heard the quiver in my voice. "Ohhh, damn. Guys, how did it ever get to this? I didn't want this, I just wanted to spend my life with her was all."

Kori started "Well, she made a dumb mistake..." and Ronnie finished for her "Yeah Adam, and you're a stupid ass."

I looked back and forth between the two of them, shaking my head. "Thanks. But I was hoping maybe you were going to tell me something I didn't already know."

Kori came over and leaned against me, putting her arm around me. "Sweetie, she loves you so much! She's dying a little bit inside every time she thinks about losing you, but she knew she needed to be honest with you even if it meant taking that chance."

"I know K, I feel the same. I mean, catching her in the sack was a horrible shock, but I think I could get over that OK, in time, and we would be fine. But she wants to keep on..."

"That's the honesty part Adam. She's been living a lie a little bit, being monogamous with you for all this time, and it got the better of her. The excitement, or thrill, or fun - whatever you want to call it - of having different men is very important to her."

I was looking down at my feet. "Yeah, it must be. Shit K, I just don't know."

Ron jumped in. "Think of it this way; when you and her do the nasty she gets really aroused and wet, right?"

I thought of how slick and hot her pussy would get at even the hint of anything sexual. It was one of the many things that so fascinated me about her. "Oh yes, no question about that." 

"Well then, what does it matter how many guys she fucks? As long as she self-lubes up so good they ain't gonna wear it out, am I right?"

Kori looked at him for a few seconds, the completely disgusted look only a wife can give a husband, then turned to me. "Can you tell that I married him because he's such a classy and sensitive kind of guy? Ignore him, please." She turned back to him. "Oink oink, dear." 

He laughed. "Hey, I'm just kidding. Come on buddy, buck up a little. Let's get that chicken on the grill, I'm starving, and you need a couple more drinks from what I can see." He grabbed the bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge and filled my glass to the brim.

I told Kori about the food in the house, neglecting to mention that Sue had brought it, and Ron and I moved to the grill. I sipped my wine and began to put the pieces of chicken on the hot grill. I'm not a big white wine fan, but this really was a magnificent Chardonnay, fruity and complex, with a buttery smooth feel on the palate. "Damn Ronnie, this is such a great wine. Thanks for bringing it."

"I knew you liked it. If you really want to ease your pain you should probably switch to Scotch though."

"I probably will. When this is gone. Is this stuff still available, do you think you could get me a case?" 

"Mmm, probably. I know someone that knows someone. It's probably gonna run you about seventy or seventy five bucks a bottle. Is that OK?"

I did a quick mental calculation. It would be nothing to him, but a fair bit for me to drop on wine. "Yeah, what the hell. You only live once, right?"

"I'll take care of it." He studied me for several seconds, then said quietly "Why don't you try taking that 'only live once' attitude toward Kristi, my friend?"

"Ronnie...."

"No, no, I mean it. Tell me, is she beautiful and gorgeous and incredible when you're having sex?"

I thought about that, the number of times I had looked into her eyes as they smouldered toward the hot explosion of her orgasm, the way they would close, eyelashes soft on her cheeks as she gritted her teeth, then cried out as her climax raced through her body. About the way she would stare into my face, her lips slightly parted, concentrating on the feeling of my cock pumping out my pent-up flood as she milked me tightly deep inside of her velvet grip.

About the way the smooth muscles in her back would ripple and flex as I took her from behind, her long shiny blond waves thick on her back, her ass warm and firm as she thrust herself backwards onto me crushing against my groin, against my balls as she took me deep and then deeper into her body, hearing myself cry out as I erupted into her, and about the radiant heat and flood of slick fluids and of after-sex scent that would come off her in waves, as we collapsed on each other...

My voice came out as a whisper "Oh, Ronnie, you have no idea."

"But I do Adam, because Kori is the same thing for me! Don't you get it? You love to see whats happening to her, while you're humping, but you can't really enjoy the beauty, or the amazing eroticism of it fully because you're performing too. What if you could sit back and just watch her, see all the little details and subtle nuance that you never noticed before."

I could see what he was driving at, where he was headed, but..."Umm, 'nuance', Ronnie?"

"Give me a break, it's a real word."

"I know that, I'm just surprised that you do."

He flipped me the bird. "You really are an ass sometimes."

I laughed. "Sorry, go on."

"Well, it would just be incredible is all. I mean, wouldn't it? Watching Kristi, who is amazingly and incredibly gorgeous by the way, in case I've never mentioned it, getting her rocks off and you could just relax and enjoy every second of it, then take her home and do it all over again! Damn, I've got a woody just talking about it!"

So did I, but I didn't tell him that. "Yeah, that would be pretty incredible, I'm sure, but what about after? When we have to live with that 500 pound gorilla?"

"It is what you make of it, Adam. You hold her in your arms and count your blessings, if you have even half a brain in your head. I mean, think about her, knowing that she is performing for you, for your enjoyment. You're sitting there watching her, probably with a huge old hard-on sticking out, and she can see that you are incredibly turned on and she did it! Just performing, having fun, getting her cookies, and watching you watch her at the same time. God, that would be so hot!"

Well, he was right on two levels; it would be almost unbearably hot, and it would require me to adjust my attitude to a much more daring and accepting place. And to swallow a good bit of my male pride.

Just then Kori came back out of the house. "Hey Adam you've got the table set in here. I thought we would eat out here on the patio."

I hadn't really thought of that. "Dang, he set the wrong table. I should have told him to set it up out here."

They both looked at me, puzzled, then Kori asked. "He? You have a manservant these days? What's going on Adam, fess up."

So, as we got things together for dinner, I began to tell them about my strange and surreal evening thus far. 

"Well, Sue and Rick were good enough to do a little shopping for me, and then bring over a couple things, knowing I was having you guys over for dinner..."

Kori interrupted "Ah, that explains the food in your refrigerator. I thought that looked like a little more trouble than you would go to on your own. Looks great though, should I bring it out and set up out here?"

"Sure. And stop interrupting if you want to hear this. Anyhow, I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard them downstairs, calling me, and I slipped into that white robe. You know, the one that Kristi always wears when we get together with y'all for breakfast?"

And I proceeded to tell them of the events of the evening thus far, leaving out nothing intentionally, although I'm sure I forgot a few details. By the time I had reached the end of my tale, including answering the few questions they each interrupted me with, we had finished eating and were just sitting at the table in the warm evening breeze, enjoying our drinks.

They had both been very intrigued by Rick's behavior, and had questioned me repeatedly about his reactions and about how far either Sue or I had pushed his limits. Ronnie was also interested in hearing more about Sue's oral skills, which I was still amazed by myself.

Kori took a different approach. "You know Adam, for a guy that's so broken up about his lover screwing another man, you sure seem to be doing pretty good for yourself in that regard."

"I know K, I've thought about that, but I'm not going looking for it you know. Besides, I wouldn't have gotten into this situation if Kristi and I weren't apart and everybody I know wasn't advising me to loosen up and try to enjoy things more and be more, um, adventurous."

I thought about the events of the past few days. I had had sex with more different women in a shorter time frame than ever before in my life, and all this after my world had just collapsed around me in flames. It was very odd how things were working out, but none of it - none of it!- could make up for not having Kristi in my life. Rain had been incredible, I would never forget her soft tenderness and vulnerability and the contrast of that persona to the animal she turned into during sex. I knew I would always have feelings for her, and worry about her, and would always wish her only the best. And of course there was Kristi and the taste when we were together of what we each stood to lose, and now Sue and her kinky husband.

Sue and Rick were different for me than any other sexual encounter I'd ever had though. With them it was just fun and games for me, a light-hearted fun time with a really nice couple, and I had no deep emotional ties to it like the others in my past. I was in their lives to provide adventure, excitement, fun, whatever; to them I was just part of living out their fantasies with a new friend, and for me it was just exciting, arousing, and a chance to color outside the lines for a change. And it felt damn good as well!

"I don't know what more to say Kori. Sue and Rick don't mean anything to me, it's just a mutual feel-good fest, a sex only kind of thing."

She replied "Yeah, and I could make the case that Kristi was doing the same thing. Oh Adam, don't you get it yet? It's just for fun, don't you see? Some people ski, or bike, or bowl, or hunt, or shop or whatever. Kristi likes to fuck."

I could only shake my head at that analogy, a little shocked that she'd made it. Bowling, for Pete's sake! Ron jumped in. "Yeah, and what a great hobby. I'll bet she's really good at it too, and you, with your big cock, you two should share the same hobby."

"Ronnie..."

"No, I mean it. Look at the deal with Sue and Rick, I'll never get an invitation like that. I guess having that big ol' schlong can really open some doors for you, huh?"

I was uncomforatble with this and tried to blow him off. "Well, I haven't trained it to do that, I prefer to use my hands."

I had caught Kori swallowing a mouthful of wine, and she choked as she tried not to laugh, causing wine to come out her nose.

Through her coughing and tears, and Ronnie's and my laughter, she got out "Ohhh, that burns so bad! Don't ever do that again, I hate when you do that!"

I passed her a napkin. She continued to sputter, her eyes still watering from the burn.

"So, anyhow, to make a long story short, I'm going to join them tomorrow night at their place with the intent of, uhh, consummating this deal, as you call it."

We all sat silently for several minutes, each with our own thoughts. There was something I still needed from Kori though. "K, is Kristi ever going to take my calls?"

"She said she would, before you go back to work. When do you leave to head back?"

"Supposed to be four days from now, but I'm going back in three to make up some of the work lost when we had to shut down. Plus I'm only going to be there for six days before I leave to meet you guys at the lake, so..."

"I'll tell her. You should plan on calling her, what, maybe day after tomorrow?"

"I don't want to wait that long." 

"Adam.."

"Really Kori. Will she see me?"

"She says no, not 'til after you get back."

"Did you try again to talk her into coming to Lake Powell with us?"

"Yup. No dice. She's booked herself for work, covering for one of her partners that will be out of town, so now she has commitments."

"Damn, K! I don't know guys, maybe I should still cancel."

They both jumped on me, Ronnie first. "No way buddy, you promised. No backing out of commitments. Bring a girl or something if you want, a week of drunken, mindless debauchery would be good for you, but be there either way." Kori put her hand on my arm. "Yeah Adam, come on! It wouldn't be the same without you, you don't think I want to spend all that time just playing first mate to Captain Ron, do you?"

"Okay, okay, I'll come. Are you sure you still want to pick me up at Bullfrog? That's a pretty long chug up the lake, I could drive to Wahweap if you want me to." Bullfrog Marina was probably close to 100 miles up the lake from where they were renting the houseboat.

Ron spoke up again. "Sure, no problem. I like sailing the Titanic around the lake, and it cuts hours off your drive time." 

He was right about that, although I wished he'd chosen a different ship's name, and the rental would obviously have no sails. To drive to Wahweap would be well over a hundred additional miles, and would take over two hours.

We got off into talking about our plans until it was very late, then they helped me clean up and headed home, all of us with the pleasant buzz created by alcohol and good friends. I felt guilty, for the thousandth time, that Kristi was alone and missing this. I also wondered, for the thousandth time, if she was really alone. I do remember Kori giving me another of her completely uninhibited hugs and a long, deep kiss, which is not a bad way to end an evening if you can't get laid. 




Adam's Journey Pt. 25



With the thought in mind that maybe staying in the cold water for a few more minutes would be a real good idea I went back to my interrupted swim, alternating between freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly, and backstroke about every fourth or fifth turn. As my muscles burned through their meager stores of energy I slowed down and began working through a cool-down, and heard Ralph hit the water with a loud splash, having decided to join me now that the work was done.

I played with him for a while, letting him swat and bite at me as I swam around and under him, grabbing his tail and feet, then climbed out and started to towel off as he rolled in the grass. 

I couldn't help thinking about Kori, on the other side of the very wall I was staring at, probably sucking Ronnie's cock. On her knees, crouched over Ron, her ass in the air and that glorious pussy open and wet, just waiting for someone (me!) to come up behind her and...

Damn! Last night's dreams, vivid and Dante'-esque, had left me in a fragile state, easily and instantly aroused, and Kori's erotic little mind game hadn't helped at all. I was hard and throbbing again, the front of my suit tented out over my erection. I was glad there was no one around except Ralph, and he didn't care. He already knew I was a horny bastard.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and grabbed my coffee cup, flinging the cold dregs out on the lawn. I knew my pot would have shut itself off by now, although I could always heat up a cup in the microwave. I decided to borrow a fresh cup from Kori instead, knowing she wouldn't mind, and snuck quietly through their back door and into the kitchen.

Pouring a cup from their full pot, I realized I could hear Kori down the hall in their bedroom, clearly in the throes of orgasm, crying out and moaning her pleasure. It was obviously Ronnie's turn to return the favor she had come in to bestow upon him, and I froze, blood pounding in my temples and cock throbbing painfully as I listened to her.

Suddenly realizing what I was doing, and what a horrible invasion of their privacy this was, I quietly hurried out of their house and across to my own, Ralph at my heels. Part of the problem was that I could so perfectly picture Kori's pussy, thanks to her earlier display, that it wasn't just my imagination drawing the image in my mind.

I had debated about imposing myself on them for breakfast, but there was no way now! If Kori even started one of her patented teases I knew I would cum in my pants. While Kori would probably love that, Ron would laugh his ass off, and I wasn't ready for the humiliation.

I puttered around for a little while, waiting for my hormones to settle down and my arousal to subside, which it eventually did. I tried to call Kristi then, without success. I would try her several more times that day, on her cell, at John and Wendy's home number, and at her work number, always with the same frustrating result. I cursed caller ID, knowing she was intentionally ignoring me. I left voicemails, knowing the calls would not be returned.

I wondered absently if this was some kind of a game to her, laughing, watching my desperation as I called again and again and she denied herself to me. I could see how she could play this game with sex very easily, and I didn't like the thought. It angered me slightly, and I found it very frustrating that I was unable to make this happen how and when I wanted it to.

I knew though that if she would just answer the phone I would probably forgive her just out of gratitude for her speaking to me, and suspected that by doing so I would become enslaved in her sexual game. Damn, either she was really good, or I was letting my imagination run wild!

The day passed, and I did a few chores, watched a little TV, and just generally passed the time. I found myself very much looking forward to this evening with Sue and Rick, and that surprised me. I had kind of let myself be led into this situation despite my discomfort with it, and hadn't expected to find myself relishing the thought of fucking a man's wife while he watched helplessly.

Sue was pretty sexy though, and I wanted to see and feel her sucking my cock again. That had been intense! Too, it was balm for my wounds, I think, to have this situation where I knew I was the one in control, where others needed and wanted me to provide something in their lives. It made up to some degree for my other situation, in which I found myself pretty much helpless and with no good resolution in sight.

It was mid-afternoon, and thinking these thoughts as I headed in to shower and get cleaned up I came to a solid decision. If Rick really wanted to see his wife get well and soundly fucked, to watch and hear her get off on a cock considerably larger than his own, well, then, I'd just do that! I'd fuck the hell out of her and leave her whimpering and oozing cum from every orifice! Why, when I was done with her his little penis would rattle around in her pussy like a BB in a coffee can!

Laughing at myself, at that ridiculous analogy and my own false bravado as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, I wondered how the evening would really go. I found I was kind of looking forward to pushing him around a little, although I knew I couldn't be truly cruel to him. I was very horny, hard again and hoping they wouldn't back out. And that I wouldn't.

As I hung up my towel I noticed the small plastic bag containing the two Cialis tablets laying on the edge of my sink. I picked it up and looked at it, then at my stiff cock standing out hard and throbbing in front of me. It would probably be a bad idea to throw fuel on the fire, but I decided what the hell and swallowed one, washing it down with a glass of water. I sure hoped nobody got cold feet now, or I could have a long tough night and new callouses on my hands in the morning! 

I slipped into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, still with a couple hours to kill before heading over to Sue's. I caught the last inning and a half of a Cubs game on WGN, then carried my beer outside and wandered around inspecting my handiwork on the jobs I'd crossed off my list, making sure I hadn't missed anything or left any tools out.

I saw Sue and Rick outside, waving at a car that was pulling away carrying their two daughters. Sue saw me and waved, then turned and said something to Rick. She then turned back and headed toward their front door as Rick crossed the street toward me. I stood and waited for him, curious what this was about.

"Hi Adam."

"Hey Rick, what's going on?" It was a little strange to stand and talk to him in my front yard, acting normal. Acting as though he hadn't watched his wife suck my cock and take most of my load in her mouth, and I hadn't watched him lick the rest of my jizz off his wife's face. Just last night. He didn't seem uncomfortable with it; I guess it's just me.

"Sue was wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner." He stood, looking at me expectantly.

"I thought you had the girls through dinner, but I just saw them leave. Change of plans, I guess?"

He laughed "Yeah, those two little con artists. They talked their grandparents into taking them to Chucky Cheese for pizza. They spoil those girls so bad."

I laughed. "Well then sure, dinner sounds good. What time?"

He glanced at his watch. "Come on over anytime. We'll eat in about fortyfive minutes or so, but you can have a drink with us if you want."

"Great, I'll go change. By the way, the food you brought over yesterday was excellent, we really enjoyed it. Thanks again."

He smiled, pleased with the praise. I remembered that he had cooked or prepared most of it. 

"Are you cooking again tonight?"

"Yup. You like salmon?"

"You bet. Can I bring anything?"

"No. Well, how about a bottle of wine? Do you have what, maybe a nice Merlot or Shiraz or something? Don't go to the store, that's too much trouble."

"No, no, not a problem, I've got a few bottles in my stash, I'm sure I can find something. Anything else?"

"No, just, well, you know. Suzy is really looking forward to this Adam, I haven't seen her this excited, this hot for sex, for a long time." He was looking down at his feet now, clearly embarrassed. "Thank you for doing this, we really appreciate it."

I stood there tongue-tied, not sure how to respond to that. He was thanking me for coming over to fuck his pretty little wife? I thought he must be joking, role playing maybe, but I could see that he wasn't.

"Rick, buddy, you really don't have to thank me for fucking your wife. I'm sure the pleasure will be all mine."

He glanced up at me, then down again. "No Adam, the pleasure won't be all yours, I can assure you. Sue really wants to feel, uh, you know, what you will feel like, um, inside her. She, uh, well... I'm not big like you Adam, you know that, and I can't give her what she wants."

I know I shouldn't have said it, it's something I would never do, not in a million years, but somehow I knew what was expected of me. Unlike him, I was role playing, I think, so I did it:

"Yeah Rick, she did mention that your little cock just didn't reach where she needed it. She also mentioned how skinny your little dick is and that she wanted to feel what it was like to be full and stretched again, like her college lovers used to do to her. Did you know about this when you married her?"

He appeared to be trembling, just a little, and I noticed that his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. I was afraid I'd stepped over the line, but then I heard him breathe "Oh, my god!" He smiled. "You're good at this."

I realized at that moment that this was exactly what he wanted, that this all fit his odd fantasy! I pushed on: "She also said that she wants me to cum way up inside of her. Your wife wants me to fill her pussy with my cum Rick, what do you think of that?"

She, of course, had never said these things, or at least not the way I was spinning it; he surely knew that, but this was really working for him.

I heard him take a deep, shaky breath. "Oh, man! Oh shit, this is so weird, but I just can't wait!" 

I didn't say anything, and he looked at me finally, an odd look in his eye. "You really are awfully good at this Adam, are you sure you've never done this before? Is this really your first time? Sue says it is, but..."

I laughed. "Cross my heart Rick, I'm a virgin at this. It's all pretty weird for me too, a little unbelievable. I am looking forward to fucking your wife though. You sure you're gonna want to see that?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, for sure! I better go home, come join us as soon as you can, OK?"

"Sure. Rick, one thing? Please don't thank me any more for any of this. Whatever else happens, fine, we'll try to roll with it, but don't thank me OK?"

"Well, all right, I supose. I'll try to remember. Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right to me somehow. Just don't, OK?"

He looked at me oddly. "Sure, whatever. Well, I guess we'll see you in a little while." 

He scurried back across the streeet, and I noticed that I was shaking. Apparently pushing beyond my personal limits is stressful on me. I had been raised with good manners, and had been taught to treat others with respect and courtesy, and to not hurt people thoughtlessly or intentionally, and this went against every fiber of my being. And yet I knew this was part of the game, important to him, and my cock was more than happy to participate. 

I made a conscious decision to relinquish control to my genitals and my limbic system tonight, and not to think about or analyze what was happening. I had every intention to have fun and get well and totally laid, no matter what else happened. Still, I didn't want to hurt Rick by being too cruel. I was fully aware and very afraid that the evening could end with hurt, anger, and recriminations, but somehow had convinced myself that we should go forward regardless.

I went in and upstairs to change, stripping down and splashing on just a little light cologne that I liked, a Ralph Lauren something or other. In my closet, I looked at my clothes, wondering just what they were expecting of me. I debated about looking a little thuggish (not sure I could pull that off, although I hadn't shaved), or dressy, or outdoorsy, or just laid back casual.

I settled on a mix of outdoorsy and casual, and pulled out my favorite pair of jeans, soft and faded, worn thin and very comfortable. Smiling, I remembered that these were what Kristi called my "package pants", and were what I had been wearing the night we had first met. 

It was about two or three months after Kristi and I had started dating and we were getting ready to go out to have dinner and then maybe go dancing, or to a movie, I don't recall. I was getting dressed and had walked out of my closet wearing these same pants, still shirtless and barefoot.

I rarely ever wore those pants, even back then. They are extremely comfortable, but about worn out, faded and thin. That's always the way, just when jeans get good and comfy they wear out.

Kristi had been standing at her vanity wearing only her tiny red silk panties, her back to me, putting on makeup (an enormous waste of time and money, in my opinion, she doesn't need it) and had glanced at me in her mirror. She had stopped and turned around, her little mascara brush still in hand, and had leaned back against her sink and looked at me.

"So Adam, what is it you're advertising for?"

"Huh?"

"Are you thinking maybe a threesome would be fun tonight, or are you looking for a little chicky for your spare time? Or are you just trying to trigger a few fantasies for all the old married ladies and little teenage waitresses? Maybe a few of the men too, now that I think about it."

I'd had no idea what she was talking about, and had told her so. "Babe, I have no clue what you're talking about."

She laughed at me "Oh come on Adam, you expect me to believe that? You come out in your package pants and act all innocent. You haven't worn those since the night we were introduced. You caught me by wearing those, isn't that enough for you?"

I had gotten a little distracted looking at her breasts, nipples rosy and erect, and at the way the thin fabric of her panties stretched across her sweet little protruding mound, with just the slightest little indentation at the center, at the front of her cleft. "Kristi, what the heck..."

"Come on Adam you remember."

I remembered a lot of things about the night we'd first met, but what I had been wearing was not in my file. I remembered exactly what she had been wearing however. "Uh, sorry babe, I really don't..."

"Quit staring at my tits and pay attention! I mean come on, look at the way those fit you!"

I looked. "Yeah, I know, they're a little tight in the ass and thighs, but they loosen up some after I've had 'em on for awhile. So?"

"No, not that." She came across and grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of the mirror. "Look. What do you see?"

"I see I need to start doing a few more crunches." I rubbed my hand over my belly, which seemed to be losing a little muscle tone.

"No stupid, not that. I'm talking about this." (I love it when women call me stupid. Both Kristi and Izzy do that, and even Kori sometimes. I guess it must be some sort of loving, affectionate little nickname or something.)

Still holding my arm, she used the fingers of her other hand to trace over the bulges at my crotch, narrrating as she went "What do we have here, let's see - oh look, one great big right testicle right here, and what's this bump - oh, it's just a big old matching nut on the left side, what a surprise. Unless you're smuggling in lemons for the bartender that is!"

Her fingers felt really good on me, but she was being silly. "Kristi, come on..."

"I'm not done! And what's this here, it looks like you're bringing a Maglite stuffed down your pants, in case of emergency - no, wait, it's just your cock, gosh, that'll be totally useless if the lights go out!"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly." She had laughed at that, despite trying to act so outraged.

"No Adam, seriously, these pants leave nothing to the imagination. You might as well just hang everything out and walk around with it all flopping around. And look, now you're getting a hard-on, that's not at all obvious! Adam, that's just obscene, you can't wear those to a family restaurant!"

She was right, I was hard from her touching and from all the attention being focused on my crotch. But still... "Baby, you're exaggerating, they're just blue jeans. Levis. They're not - what did you call 'em?"

"Package pants, Adam. Thin little snug wrappers to display your package. Every guy has at least one pair, right?"

I didn't know anything about that. I wasn't even aware I had a pair until that moment. 

As I got dressed for my evening with Sue and Rick I was smiling, remembering that the family restaurant concern had ultimately been a moot point. 

With all her touching and talking about my package, I had wound up so horny that I had yanked her little panties off her, shoved my "package pants" down to my knees and taken her hard from behind, bent over her sink. When I had discovered how wet she was, and saw how fast she came, I realized that the whole thing - all her feigned outrage and embarrassment - had been designed to accomplish exactly this.

She had been trying to turn me on to the point I'd just grab her and fuck her silly, and she'd succeeded. She always did, I'm sure I wasn't much of a challenge in that regard. That's OK, I always enjoyed it, and she certainly seemed to. 

We had ultimately skipped dinner and just grabbed fast food burgers at the drive-thru on the way to the concert - that's what it was, a concert, Toby Keith and Rascal Flats, I remember now! Kristi had - still has - a thing for Toby. I had worn the pants, and been conscious of getting looked at like never before thanks to her pointing out the "package display factor". It was probably just my imagination, but her rubbing against me as we danced at our seats and in the aisle through the concert, plus the looks, had led to a very memorable night of lovemaking.

Now, thinking back about all that, I found that I would be unable to close my "package pants". I had an enormous hard-on. An almost frighteningly hard, swollen, throbbing hard-on, which was standing several degrees above my usual erect angle and making a credible attempt to poke me in the navel.

I wondered again if maybe the Cialis had been a bad idea - it obviously was working on me, and I was unusually and hugely hard. I had also noticed that my sinuses seemed to be a little swollen and stuffy, but right now I was actually a little worried about how hard I was, and how it didn't seem to be fading in the least. Visions of a horribly embarrassing trip to the emergency room four hours from now danced in my head, thanks to all the damn TV commercials and their warnings.

I went about getting ready, ignoring the unicorn effect in front of me, and by the time I got shirt, socks and shoes on it had faded enough to push down against my right thigh, pull my pants over, and zip up. Looking in the mirror I saw that Kristi had been totally right about these pants.

I went downstairs and grabbed a bottle of a good Merlot that I had a couple of, not terribly expensive, but dependably delicious. I'm not a snob about what wine goes with what food, always having been of the opinion that if you're paying for it you can damn well eat and drink whatever the hell you like, but still, I was a little put off by the salmon and Merlot or Syrah combo that Rick had suggested. And tonight I was supposed to be the boss, right?

I doubled back and grabbed a bottle of a 2005 Pinot Noir that I had picked up a case of when Kristi and I had taken a four day trip to tour some wineries in Sonoma and the Russian River Valley last fall. I had thought the case was a steal at less than $400, and this would leave me still with four bottles. It seemed to be getting better every time I opened one, and I thought it would work well with salmon. Depending on how Rick was preparing it.




Adam's Journey Pt. 26



I held out my right hand, in which I was holding the two bottles of wine by their necks, and Rick took them, one in each hand, and turned to take them to the kitchen.

Sue came over and gave me a hug, and a quick kiss, about which she seemed to be a little hesitant and self conscious. As she started to pull away I took her face in my hands and kissed her properly, long and deep, our lips crushed together and tongues tangling. I think when we broke from that we were both ready to get started, then and there, and we found that Rick had stopped and was watching us intently.

Sue breathed "Ohhh, wow! Uhh, come on in Adam, have a seat. Can Rick get you something to drink? We have about anything, or Rick can mix up something if you like, or we just opened a bottle of Chardonnay. Or he could open one of those if you prefer."

"Let's keep it simple and make it a little of that Chardonnay Rick, that sounds good. We'll save those bottles for later unless one of you wants some now."

Rick looked at the bottles as his wife leaned against my side, putting her arm around my waist. I put my arm over her shoulder, letting my hand fall where my fingertips were just brushing the upper mound of her right breast. I felt softness and warmth, and knew that if I slid my fingers down just a little, just under the edge of her thin sweater, I would find her nipple hard and begging to be sucked. 

She, in turn, reached across with her right hand and began to run her fingers over the bulge in the front of my jeans. This did two things. It of course felt great and started my physical reaction, but it also caused her breast to push up even further out of her top because of the pressure of her arm across under it.

Rick, reading the bottle, said "2005 Pinot Noir California. I'm not real familiar with Pinot Noirs. Russian River, where's tha..." His voice faltered as he glanced up and saw us, his eyes going from my hand to hers, watching our fingers play over each other's bodies. As he stared I let my fingers continue down and find her nipple, pushing her sweater below it so that I could have better access. And, of course, so that he could see me gently pinch and tug on her enormous aroused tip, rubbery and firm in my fingers. She has great nipples.

I played it cool, willing my voice not to shake. "It's in Northern California, north of Santa Rosa. If you ever go there stay in Healdsburg, they have this great classic old hotel, small but really nicely remodeled. Very romantic." 

As though I wasn't fondling his wife and she wasn't touching my cock as I suggested a romantic place for him to take her. It didn't matter, he wasn't hearing a word I said. The only two senses he had time for were sight, as he watched us play with each other, and the feeling of his cock hardening in his pants.

Sue broke his trance, fingers still exploring me as she said "Ricky, you're being rude standing there and staring. Go put those up and get Adam a glass of wine. We'll be in the living room." He reluctantly turned away, continuing to the kitchen as Sue led me into their living room. It was a beautiful room, warm and inviting, with the kind of big, overstuffed comfortable furniture that I prefer myself. We sat on a tan leather loveseat, Sue huddling tight against my side.

I let my legs fall apart, and she cupped her hand betwen them, pressing against my balls, then letting her fingers walk down the thick bulge trapped against my right thigh. I was hard and getting harder, and the downward-pointing position of my cock was almost uncomfortable. The thin denim left almost nothing to the imagination, and she traced the ridge of my cockhead with her fingertip.

"Did you take the pill I gave you?" 

"Yeah, I sure did."

"Is it working?" 

"Can't you tell?"

She laughed "Well, you never know, you seem to get hard pretty easy anyhow."

"Sue, before I came over here, just thinking about you, I got so hard I thought it might shatter."

She laughed again, obviously pleased with the thought that I was so turned on thinking about her. "Well, you poor baby, I'm sure we can do something to remedy that situation. We sure don't want that beautiful cock to shatter."

Rick walked back in carrying my glass of wine as she said this, and he almost stumbled as he saw us still touching each other. Sue didn't stop fondling my hard cock, and let him watch as her fingers ran across and around the outline of my cock against the fabric. His hand shook visibly as he handed me my wine, and he almost sloshed it on us.

Sue admonished him "Careful Ricky, if you spill wine in Adam's lap I will make you lick it off."

I shuddered a little inwardly at that thought, although I was near that level of arousal that you reach where almost anything goes. If Sue kept touching me this way I'd probably shove my cock in Rick's mouth myself, just to get the relief.

I unbuttoned Sue's sweater two more buttons, which pretty much had her big breasts spilling out. I pushed her sweater down and lifted her breasts up, freeing them so that they now were fully exposed, the sweater still buttoned and bunched below and pushing them up and together. 

Sue's large nipples were puckered and erect, dark and inviting. I lowered my head and took one of her glorious nipples in my mouth, sucking hard and insistently at it while my tongue flicked across the tip. I heard her and Rick both moan at the same time, and I couldn't help it, I stopped sucking and laughed out loud as I glanced at him!

"Dude! What are you moaning about, I'm not sucking your tit!" Sue also laughed, while Rick blushed bright red.

"Adam, I think my little cuckold husband is having sympathy arousal - you know, like the sympathy pains a husband gets when his wife is in labor? Ricky, when Adam makes me cum, are you going to cum too?"

Rick, still blushing, said "I don't know. Maybe. You two just look so hot together. Suzy, baby, you look so beautiful tonight." She smiled at him, and a look passed between them, a look of love, but something more too.

I'm not sure I would describe Sue as beautiful; certainly not in the sleek and sensuous way that Kristi is, who is to me a perfect whole which, even when broken down feature by feature, is difficult to find fault with. Also not in the way that Kori is, with her quick laugh and soft and gentle nature, but incredibly female figure and almost shockingly overt sexuality; nor Rain, with her petite, fine-boned elegance, small, perfect curves, and flashing blue eyes below her delicately arched eyebrows and dark, shining hair.

I thought of Sue more as pretty, or maybe cute is a better word, at least in her normal mode. Tonight I think perhaps hot, or maybe sexy or exciting would be a more appropriate description than beautiful, but I realized that what Rick said came from his heart, and that he absolutely meant every word. I realized that Sue is to Rick what Kristi was to me, plus the mother of his children, and now I really felt guilty for being there.

Or at least I did until Sue said "Why thanks honey, but you tramped me up this way to make me look more fuckable to Adam, not so I'd look pretty to you, right?" And Rick agreed!

"Isn't she gorgeous Adam? I'm so lucky to have such a hot, sexy wife, I hope you like her."

I was thinking 'Yeah, you're so lucky your wife is about to get laid by some other guy. That's just damn lucky all right', but what I said was "Your Suzy is one hot babe Rick, she's definitely working for me. Thanks, by the way, in case I forget to say it later."

He smiled, and kind of muttered "Your welcome", but his eyes were on his wife's hand, in my lap and stroking my cock and balls through my pants. I glanced down and saw the flash of the diamonds on her wedding ring as she fondled me, which I thought was a particularly nice touch.

Sue saw where he was looking and said "Ricky, don't you wish you looked this good in a pair of tight pants? But the ladies would probably just laugh at your tiny little bumps, if they noticed them at all. I bet nobody laughs at your package, do they Adam?"

I cringed a little for him, and felt myself blush, but could see he was loving the verbal abuse and decided to pile on, just a little. "Well, I used to be the butt of a lot of jokes about it in high school (which was true, by the way), but I figured out pretty fast it always came from the guys with the tiny little dicks. They were just jealous."

Rick looked up at me. "Really?"

"Yeah, but if they teased me too much I just fucked their girlfriends. The girls never laughed at me after that, but they did at their boyfriends' little bitty penises from that point on. You know how that goes after the woman has tried a really big cock, right?"

That part was not true, but I could see Rick turning it over in his head, so it had worked as planned. He mulled it for a few seconds, then said "Wow, that must have been fun!"

Sue laughed. "For who, dear?"

He smiled. "Well, I think for everyone involved."

I had to laugh at his honest answer. "Nah, it usually pissed the guys off pretty bad, but at least their ladies got to try a big cock on for size, and that's always a good thing, right Sue?"

She agreed, as I marveled inwardly at my own chutzpah. The truth was that other than Izzy I had been almost painfully shy around girls in high school, beginning to cope better only in my senior year. There had been the few bold and slutty girls that had hit on me, or just pretended to befriend me before asking to see my cock after they got wind of my unusual size through the grapevine - or had maybe figured out why some of the guys called me mule - but those encounters had been rare and usually ended embarrassingly quickly as I came in their hand or on their boobs with very little effort on their part. Still, it seemed they told their friends about the experience, and their curiosity led to more. I did somewhat better later, and in college. 

I was absent-mindedly stroking and pinching Sue's nipples as we talked, and they were staying hard and huge. I let my fingers just bump across them, tweaking her nubs, and she shrugged her shoulders and shook her tits a little, making a soft "Ohhhh!" sound.

"God that feels good Adam, you're driving me crazy! Ricky, are we ready to eat, or are me and Adam just gonna fuck, because one or the other better happen really soon!"

Rick jumped up. "Oh! Yeah, I forgot all about it! Everything should be done, you two go ahead to the table and I'll get dinner brought out."

Out of habit, I asked "Anything I can do to help you with that?"

Sue quickly jumped me "No Adam, that's his job, just come sit with me while he does his work."

We walked into their dining room, Sue with her big breasts still exposed and me trying not to limp with my almost painfully hard cock trapped in the wrong position, while Rick headed to the kitchen. He had the table set with one setting on each side and one at the head of the table, and Sue quickly said "Here Adam, help me change this." 

She moved the place setting from the head of the table so that two were on one side facing the other, and I brought the chair around from the end, realizing her plan. We sat down side by side, very close together, and continued to play. I bent forward and suckled her nipples while her hand busied itself in my lap, and I heard rather than saw Rick walk into the room and stop dead.

I heard him whisper "Oh, man!", and raised my head to look at him. He was holding the bottle of Pinot Noir I'd brought, now opened, along with three wine glasses, and staring at us. Or rather at his wife's saliva slickened nipples.

"Your wife has the most incredible nipples Rick, so big and hard. I bet if I look up the word 'suckable' in the dictionary there's a picture of Sue's tits."

They both laughed at that old corny line; apparently it was new to them - or maybe they were just being polite. 

Sue said "You're just spoiled Adam, you date all those hardbodied young beauties so you're not used to working class boobs. My nippys took a pretty good beating nursing those two girls, they've never been the same since."

It didn't seem like the time to tell them all about Izzy, and the fact that I'd sucked the nipples that had nursed her three boys. Which, being boys, I assumed they had gone after the tit even more enthusiastically than her girls had. Why, I had even nursed at Izzy's breast myself a couple times when we had gotten together while she was still in nursing/lactating mode; one more experience she had shared with me, and one I remembered with great fondness.

But now was not the time, with Sue unzipping my pants and sliding her hand inside as I moved my hand up her thigh to touch her moist panties, and Rick continuing to put the food and drink on the table. I poured wine into each of our glasses as Rick finished bringing in the meal he had prepared, enjoying the deep burgundy color of the Pinot Noir as it climbed the glass. I swirled and savored the bouquet, and took a small sip to be sure the bottle was good. It was, as expected, excellent.

Rick had gone all out, preparing a nice salad and some sort of garlic and cheese flavored potatoes, steamed vegetables, flaky dinner rolls, and the delicious looking salmon fillets. He had lightly seared the salmon, then baked it with herbs and spices. I could smell a little onion, and a touch of rosemary and something I couldn't identify, but it looked and smelled spectacular and I told him so.

"Rick, I'm really impressed. You really did all this yourself?"

Sue assured me that he had, shrugging her breasts back into her sweater as she prepared to eat dinner. "Rick is a great cook Adam, but I still do most of the routine, everyday cooking. He can't do anything but a huge masterpiece, so it would be too much of a production for him to do this all the time. He puts me to shame on the gourmet end of things though."

I was a little disappointed that she had covered herself, but I could see why she would. Still, with her top unbuttoned as it was, and her nipples pushing against the soft knit, it left little to the imagination. I noticed she had made no effort to re-zip me, and I left it alone.

Smiling at Rick, I laid it on a little. "It's a good thing I didn't know I had a gourmet cook across the street, I'd have been over here a couple times a week for dinner. Kristi is a decent cook, and I can grill about anything, but this goes way beyond our abilities. Thanks Rick, this looks great."

He smiled, obviously enjoying the praise. "No problem Adam. You should come and bring Kristi sometime, I'd be happy to whip up something. I love cooking, but Suzy's right, it is a big mess when I get in the kitchen."

"Thanks Rick, that's really nice of you, but..."

Sue cut me off. "Honey, Adam and Kristi have split up. I meant to tell you."

He looked at me, chagrined. "Oh. Sorry. Jeez Adam, why? She's such a pretty girl, and she always seemed so sweet."

"It's a long story Rick, and I'd rather not put a damper on the evening. We're still talking to each other. Sort of."

We were eating as we talked, and the food was every bit as fabulous as it had looked. The Pinot turned out to be an excellent compliment to the meal Rick had prepared, and they each commented on it. I made a mental note to do the generous thing and pass a bottle of my remaining stock on to them. Trading a couple bottles of wine for this meal and the coming encounter with his wife seemed a pretty good bargain for me.

I was ravenously hungry, a phenomenon I've noticed whenever I either am aroused and looking forward to an evening of hot sex, or when coming off a comparable evening. For me it seems one appetite triggers the other, and the heightened senses and awareness make everything look, smell, taste and feel better. Weird, I know, but true.

During the meal Sue continued to have wandering hands, her left periodically reaching under the table and touching me, either stealing inside my pants to feel as much of me as she could access, or tracing my sex on the outside of my pants. She kept me very aroused through the meal, the Cialis undoubtedly contributing to my rock hard state.

To let no good deed go unpunished, I did the same to her, touching her aroused pussy through her silky panties and slipping a finger under the elastic and into her slick heat to touch her hard clit. She was very engorged, and extremely wet.

We continued to carry on a conversation as we did this, but I noticed that Rick's eyes always followed our movements. He knew that his wife was touching me as we ate the meal he had prepared, and he probably knew very well the aroused condition of his wife's body, and that I was exploring and exploiting it.

We had finished the wine, and were finishing up the meal, when I noticed that Sue had stopped eating and was just sitting, holding her fork, and breathing heavily. I was slowly stroking her slick, swollen clit at the time, and I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers slightly. Within a matter of seconds she moaned, then put her head back and closed her eyes.

Suddenly her hips bucked involuntarily as she thrust against my hand, and she groaned "Ohhh god, oh my god!", shuddering as an orgasm rocked her body.

Rick was sitting speechless, mouth slightly open and eyes wide and staring as he watched his wife climax. When Sue caught her breath and recovered slightly she said "Whew! That was nice, a great meal, some wine, and a wonderful orgasm for dessert. I'd like another helping of that dessert please!"

Rick finally found his voice, stammering slightly as he began to speak. "I - I did fix something for dessert, it's got cherries and chocolate, plus whipped cream..." His voice trailed off as he looked at us, realizing that we were no longer thinking of food. 

I winked at him. "Maybe later Rick. I've got something else in mind that I'd like for dessert right now, and I bet it's tastier than anything you could fix."

I stood and held out my hand to Sue. I saw Rick look at my pants, unzipped and bulging, and I noticed I had about a half-dollar sized wet spot well down my thigh where I had been leaking pre-cum. I didn't care.

Sue took my hand and I pulled her to her feet. She kissed me, long and deep, then turned to Rick. "We'll be in the living room honey. Why don't you clear the table and get all this cleaned up and put away, and clean up the kitchen, and then come join us. Don't take too long, you don't want to miss too much!" 

We both laughed at the look on his face. She put her arm around me and gripped my ass as we walked away, and I did the same, sliding my hand under her short skirt to cup her soft, warm bottom.

I'm sure Rick enjoyed that view as we rounded the corner into the living room and out of his sight. 

Sue led me to the same soft leather loveseat we had occupied earlier and we sat down, her hands going immediately to my belt buckle. I stopped her, grabbing her hands in one of mine, and used the other to tilt her face up to kiss her. As we broke, I said "Uh-uh, nope. You've been driving me crazy all evening with all your touching, it's my turn now."

I pushed her back onto the cool leather and leaned over her, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her red sweater. I kissed my way down her neck and roughly freed her left breast, taking her hard nipple into my mouth and giving it a good, hard sucking. I then grasped her nipple between my front teeth, none too gently, and tugged, slowly stretching it out.

As I did this I was gently working my left hand up between her thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to the promised land as I tickled her sensitive flesh. Sue gasped and moaned, then wiggled as she let out a small cry. 

I paused, releasing her nipple, and looked at her. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No. Well, yes, maybe just a little. Now stop talking and hurt me some more!"




Adam's Journey Pt. 27



The clattering in the kitchen stopped instantly and Rick rushed into the room, obviously startled and alarmed. "What? What's wrong?"

"Adam won't let me cum unless you're here to watch, and I need to, so you can stand there and watch!"

I raised my head from Sue's crotch and looked at Rick, knowing my lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening with her juices. I had intended to just gloat a little, but instead started laughing!

"Nice apron Ricky, it suits you." He had rushed in so suddenly that he was still holding a dripping dish brush in one hand and had soap suds on the other, and was wearing a lace trimmed, pink-flowered apron tied around his neck and waist!

He looked down in surprise, and blushed to find himself in the frilly apron. He clearly had not intended for anyone to see that.

Sue laughed now too, her own needs momentarily forgotten.

"Oh Adam, if you like that you're going to love this! Ricky, why don't you get undressed and show us how you made yourself look so pretty for us tonight?"

Rick hesitated, then reluctantly began to undress, starting by reaching to untie his apron. I just had to do it: "No, leave the apron on, I think. It looks good on you. Don't you agree Sue?" 

She did.

He stared at me, if possible blushing an even darker shade of red, but I thought I saw a small smile play across his lips.

He started again, unbuttoning and removing his shirt, pulling the collar out from under the apron string around his neck, then pulling off his shoes and socks. He raised the apron and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, at which point he hesitated again.

Sue prodded him. "C'mon Ricky, we're not going to let you chicken out now, show Adam how pretty you look."

I was really curious now. For Sue to willingly delay the orgasm she had been so desperate for only moments ago, this had to be good!

He slowly slid his pants down and stepped out of them, and stood facing us, bright red and eyes downcast.

Sue pinched me a little and whispered "Just watch!"

"Raise your pretty apron Ricky, show Adam."

He lifted the front of the apron, and I had to stifle a laugh. He was wearing tiny pink and white striped ladies panties (well, at least they coordinated with his apron!) easily a size or two too small for him, his erect cock making a very visible ridge up the front, and the thin band through the crotch, intended only to cover a female mound, struggling to contain his balls.

Struggling and failing, as one of his smallish testicles, pale and hairless, had escaped out the side and was doing its best to dangle free. Lifts and separates indeed; it looked fairly uncomfortable.

I barely contained my urge to laugh. "Very nice Rick, it takes a real man to so boldly wear pink panties. I'd have had to go with a more masculine color like black or navy myself."

We all three laughed then, until Sue looked back to Rick. "Tell him what else you did honey."

"I, uh, I shaved today."

It took me a second to realize what he meant, and I was somewhat taken aback when I did. "You did? You mean you shaved your, um, groinal region?"

Sue let out a little squeal of laughter "Groinal region, that's so funny! He shaved everything below his neck Adam, and I helped. Look at his legs."

Sue was right. Now that I looked more closely I could see that he was smooth all over. Incredible and crazy; I'd never have done it myself!

"Doesn't my husband look pretty? So nice and smooth like a little boy in little girl panties. Honey, this really makes your tiny dick hard, doesn't it?"

Clearly it did, and he nodded.

"Put your tiny little nut away before a squirrel gets it dear. Nobody wants to see that sad little thing hanging out."

And I thought I'd been cruel with the apron. Sue was hammering him pretty hard now, and he seemed to be loving it! As he tucked himself back in she turned to me.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, I remember!" She grabbed my hair and pulled my face back to her wet, aroused pussy, and I began to go at her in earnest. I was really enjoying the taste and feel of her arousal, and I was finding that licking and sucking at her big hard clit was very exciting for both of us.

Soon she was moaning and bucking her hips, pushing her needy sex against my face, and when her orgasm began and her thighs clamped over my ears I just rode it hard, pressing my face into her and crushing her clit with my tongue, swallowing her rush of fluids. Ears covered, I could only faintly hear her crying out, but I knew she was cumming hard.

As her convulsions subsided and then ceased I raised my dripping wet face and looked at her. She looked a little dazed, but very happy, and I kind of mentally patted myself on the back. I think she had seen the fireworks!

I sat up, and Sue smiled up at me. "Good lord, Adam! And that was just the appetizer!"

I was glad she'd enjoyed it so much, but knew I couldn't take full credit. She'd clearly been aroused all day anticipating this, humiliating her husband was obviously and surprisingly turning her on, and we'd teased each other for the last ninety minutes, so she'd been more than ready for the release. I think she was also playing it up a little for his benefit. Still, I felt good about it.

I looked at Rick, and he was standing and staring, one hand under the front of his apron, no doubt touching himself. I motioned him over.

"Rick, come here a sec."

When he got close I grabbed the front of his apron and raised it, surprising him, and he quickly pulled his hand out of his panties. I don't know what he thought I was going to do to him when I grabbed the apron and pulled him toward me, but what I did was use his apron to dry his wife's pussy juices off my face, wiping under my chin and everywhere I could feel her moisture.

"Thanks, I knew that apron would come in handy."

He stepped back as Sue sat up on the loveseat and pushed at me. 

"Stand up Adam, we need those pants off of you. It's my turn now."

"Sue, I thought that was your turn!" 

She smiled. "It was, but I need a big cock, so I get another turn. Stand up." 

I stood, facing Sue with my back toward Rick, but Sue had something different in mind.

"No, turn around. There, that's better."

She laid her head against the small of my back and reached her arms around me, deftly unbuckling my belt and opening the button of my jeans. With my zipper already open I was now pretty much at her mercy, and I noticed that Rick's eyes were closely following his wife's hands.

She grabbed my pants at the pockets and tugged them part way down so that my belt was now at the top of my thighs, and stopped there. She grabbed the flap on the right with her right hand, pulling it back, and let the fingers of her left hand wander up and down the part of my hard shaft, about half, that she had exposed.

I desperately wanted her to get my pants off of me and free my stiff and aching cock from this unnatural downward position in which it was trapped, but I let Sue do it her way.

"Look honey, most of his cock is still covered, but even just this part is still way bigger than your whole cock."

Rick was staring at us, and it felt very odd to be displayed like that, but for about the twentieth time I told myself to just go with it. It wouldn't be the last time I'd need that mental reminder, but the truth was I was at that advanced state of arousal where you will do almost anything. No doubt due to reduced blood flow to the brain.

Finally Sue took pity on me and pulled my pants down to my knees, allowing my cock to spring up and settle in a better position. In fact, a Cialis-induced position only about fifteen degrees or so off the vertical. I don't know about Rick or Sue, but I was impressed! I always thought my regular erections worked pretty well, but now I was achingly hard and huge, and it stuck out like a steel rod, an erection like I hadn't had in years. Maybe since high school, although that brought back a painful memory which I quickly squelched.

I was impressed with the effect of the drug, although I was also finding it a little startling. At least I had a few hours before I had to start worrying.

Sue wrapped her left hand around my cock and began stroking it slowly, sliding her hand lightly up and down the length of my erection. She pushed her right hand between my legs and began to fondle my balls, which were hanging pretty low in their sack in the warm house.

In fact, I was getting very warm, so I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. Not relinquishing her grip on my genitals, Sue used her foot to push my jeans the rest of the way down, and I managed to pull my feet out.

Sue started biting me on the ass, gently and not-so-gently nipping the upper curve of my tush, and I felt her run her tongue from the base of my spine about half way down my crack. It felt very good, and I involuntarily thrust my hips forward and groaned, my cock swelling in her hand.

I followed Rick's eyes and looked down at her hand. The way she was stroking me with her left hand was clearly displaying her wedding ring to Rick, diamonds sparkling on fingers wrapped around my cock. I wondered if that was intentional on her part, and decided it probably was. Her fingers found a small trickle of pre-cum, and she rubbed it all over the head of my penis with her fingertips, making me glisten wetly.

She cupped my balls in her hand, lifting and rolling them around, obviously enjoying the feel and heft. Holding my cock against my stomach, she lifted my balls forward and up and held them there.

"God baby, look at the size of his balls! I bet one of Adam's balls is bigger than both of yours!" 

That struck me as especially cruel, because it was so obviously true. She was belittling his cock, which in fact wasn't that small, and was probably about average, so that was part of the game, but he did seem genuinely under-endowed in the testicular arena. Not that I've made a study of it, but I don't think mine are that freakishly large, and his looked painfully small by comparison. Her comment probably understated the facts.

Deciding she had teased him long enough, she stretched out on the loveseat, leaning her back against the arm at one end, and pulled me around to where she could take my cock in her mouth. She started to give me one of her great blowjobs, but I stopped her.

"Just a second Sue. I refuse to do this dork-style with my socks on."

I bent and quickly pulled them off, a quick memory of the asshole I'd caught fucking Kristi, still wearing his socks when I threw him out.

Sue was looking at me quizzically. 

"Sorry, personal thing. Bad memories. There, now I'm good."

Sue began to suck me then, taking me deep into her throat, and I quickly became aware of that tingle building deep inside. I was hoping desperately that I wouldn't embarrass myself by blowing a huge load in her mouth after only thirty seconds of sucking when I got a reprieve.

She stopped and motioned Rick over. Spreading her legs, she made her desires clear. "Ricky, eat my pussy while I suck a real man-size cock. I need you to be sure I'm good and wet and ready for Adam, because I need him to fuck me very soon. Oh, and I know how much you like wearing them, but you can take your panties off now if you want."

He quickly stripped them off, his erect cock pushing out the front of his apron, and dived between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her hips. I knew there was no danger of her not being wet enough, she was practically dripping, and that she just wanted Rick to feel like he was servicing her for me. For some reason I found that strangely erotic, and he obviously loved the idea.

She was sucking my cock while gasping and writhing under the ministrations of her husband's lips and tongue, and I knew neither of us could take much more.

I touched her head and stopped her.

"Sue..."

She looked up at me and read my mind.

"Yes! Yes, let's fuck! I want to feel you inside me."

She pushed Rick away with her foot, his face slick and wet, and then stood up into my arms. We hugged each other, and I felt her soft stomach press against my hard cock, trapping it between us. Sue's not fat by any means, but she is carrying a few more pounds than I'm used to and feels more soft and voluptuous as a result. At that moment I desperately wanted that softness.

I pulled her sweater over her head, ignoring the last few buttons, and tossed it aside. In nothing but her skirt, stockings, and red hooker heels she pushed me back onto the seat and straddled my legs, instructing Rick to sit at my feet and be quiet.

Her neck and upper chest were flushed with arousal, her breasts full and heavy, nipples hard. She slowly pulled her skirt up, smiling at me wantonly as she did so, enjoying the look of appreciation on my face as I drank in her lush body. Through her legs I could see Rick behind her, his eyes fixed on her ass and on the wet and swollen pussy lips showing between her legs.

I was looking from her tits to her bush and back, enjoying the hypersexuality of her ripe figure, her large breasts, womanly hips, and enormous rigid nipples, and her wet and puffy pussy, large aroused clit bulging at the front. She reached down and touched herself, moaning, and brought her fingers away wet and shiny.

She was ready to lower herself onto me but I motioned her to turn around, and spoke softly.

"You should face Rick, so you can see each other. He'll want to watch as you enjoy this and you can see how he reacts."

She smiled, liking that idea, and stepped over me to turn a one-eighty. As she did, she unzipped and discarded her skirt, a definite improvement. Stockings, shoes, junky, gaudy jewelry, trashy makeup and extremely horny woman. Perfect.

She again straddled me, facing away this time, and lowered herself onto my lap until the swollen, rosy lips of her pussy were just kissing the tip of my cock, which was jutting up from my groin like a fence post. She moved her hips forward and back rubbing herself against the end of my cock, teasing all three of us.

From behind I could see her fleshy swollen lips part and open as they slid over my cockhead, back and forth, Sue letting out a small gasp each time her sensitive clit bumped across my hard tip. I could feel the heat and the slipperiness as my cock would slide slightly into her opening at each pass, moving on before I could thrust further into her. The head of my cock was becoming shiny with our combined leakage, and Sue continued to slide her slick labia on me as Rick stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

"Look how big Ricky. I want to feel him way up inside me baby, it's going to feel so good! I've been wanting a real cock for a long time, and now we're gonna do it! Are you happy baby, is this what you've wanted?" 

She paused, focusing on what her body was feeling, spasming slightly as her sensitive clit again bumped across my cock, and groaning low in her throat before she continued. "Uhh, unh, oh god! Let me see your cock baby, show me! Oh, look how cute your little penis looks all stiff like that!"

She was teasing him, but torturing me. And herself, I suspect.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, and as I could tell Sue couldn't either, my mind flashed on an image of Kristi, on my bed, another man's cock pumping into her as she cried out her orgasm and he spurted cum deep into her pussy. I knew I would never be able to get that sight out of my head, and I grabbed Sue's hips and stopped her just as she was about to impale herself on my hard cock.

"Stop! Stop just for a sec', please! Are you both sure you want to do this, I mean really, really sure?"

Sue swore "Oh shit! God Adam, kind of late now, isn't it? Are you backing out?"

"No, no, but I mean we've had sex, but we havent HAD SEX, you know? It's not too late if you want to back out, I'll understand."

My balls would probably explode, but I'd understand. I prayed they wouldn't back out.

Rick said "No, god no, don't stop now, Suzy would never forgive me!"

I looked around her, at him. "Rick, be real sure, because trust me, you will never get this image out of your head. Every time you make love to your wife you will see her fucking somebody else in your mind."

He smiled, just slightly, and said "Oh Adam, I hope so!"

And Sue sank down on me, taking me deep inside the slick, wet heat of her pussy, her soft ass dimpling and jiggling slightly as she crushed it to my belly, crying out at the deep and sudden invasion of her body. I think I stopped breathing momentarily as I enjoyed the intense sensations, and I heard Rick whisper "Oh yesss, oh god yes!" 

After being so aroused and almost painfully hard for so long, the feel of her wet heat enveloping me was almost overwhelming, and I couldn't contain a low groan.

"Ohhh, damn, oh my god!"

"Does that feel good Adam? Do you like my pussy?" I thought she sounded a little breathless too, and as she asked me that she began to rock slightly on me, keeping me fully engulfed as she ground her ass against my pubic bone. She had not been lying when she told me that she could take all of me comfortably, and she held me inside of her, balls-deep for a few seconds, before she started a slow slide up and down on my cock.

"God yes Sue, this feels amazing." I paused for a few seconds, then: "Rick, your wife's pussy feels great. Does she get this hot and wet when you do her?"

Sue answered before he could, if in fact he had even intended to.

"No, I haven't been this hot and horny for a long time Adam, this feels SO GOOD! But then I don't have to get this wet for his little cock, it slides in pretty easy." She laughed as she said it, and I hoped Rick was still enjoying her abuse as the reality played out in front of him.

She raised way up on me then, keeping just an inch or two inside of her, showing him my cock, long and thick and covered with her slick juices, and I knew she was just displaying for Rick, something she soon confirmed.

"Look honey, look how big it is and how he stretches me open. Watch baby, don't even blink!" She slid down on me again, taking all I had, and then started in again on Rick.

"See Ricky? God, his cock is touching me way up inside like you never can, and I love it! I'm so glad you thought of this!"

I couldn't see Rick past Sue, but I heard him make a small, strangled sound. I assumed that was a good thing, because Sue picked up the pace of her fucking, soon going at me in earnest and making low, appreciative sex noises, no longer teasing Rick, focusing instead on her own pleasure.

The truth was that while I was totally enjoying the feel of her, Sue was not the best I'd ever had. Don't get me wrong, it felt great, and I wasn't at all sure how long I could hold out, but compared to Kristi (and I couldn't help making the comparison, although I'd never intended to) she just wasn't the same. But then I'm biased.

Of course, Kristi and I fit together like two puzzle pieces, a perfect fit, meant for each other, and I always had the sense that her body had been designed and built just for me. I found her muscular tautness and sleek look more appealing, and her pussy always formed to me tightly and exactly, squeezing and milking me like a velvet vise. Plus, it always just felt so right to have her in my arms.

And I thought of Rain, who I had been with so recently, and whose tiny, aroused body had proven so amazingly sensitive and capable before exploding into almost violent passion and then melting into me. Rain had invaded my soul, and that had been a singular and memorable experience.

I even thought of Izzy for a second. There would never be anyone else for me quite like Izzy for the simple reason that she was the first, and the one with whom I had learned so much. From her I'd learned what a woman feels and tastes and smells like, for example. How to touch a woman and how to be touched, what a woman wants to do, and feel, and hear. What arouses a woman and how to spot her cues and meet her needs and make her cum. We had spent so many hours happily exploring each other, learning.




Adam's Journey Pt. 28



My orgasm had been so sudden and intense that it had even surprised me, and I was left gasping and shaken, my cock still deeply buried, motionless, inside of Sue's now liquid pussy. We laid that way for a minute, all three of us silent and unmoving, and when I could speak, for some reason the first thing I said was "Holy fuck! Rick, I just came in your wife!"

I'm not sure why I said that; looking back it was a weird thing to say, but his answer was even stranger I think, because he answered, very matter-of-factly, "Yeah, I know."

Now, I'm not sure what I would have said in his shoes, if some guy had told me that he just shot an enormous load in my woman, but I'm pretty sure it would not be a very calm 'Yeah, I know' kind of response. I just don't know what proper etiquette is for that situation. I seem to recall that my reaction when I'd discovered Kristi in that circumstance had been considerably different, but then I'd had no advance warning or preparation so my manners had been less than perfect, I suppose.

Very slowly I started to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Sue just a little, maybe an inch or two. She shuddered and gasped, clenching down on my cock.

"Oh my god Adam, that felt so good! I could feel you cumming way up inside." I kept moving, sliding in her heat maybe three or four inches now, enjoying the smooth, buttery feeling of her cum-filled pussy on my ultra sensitive flesh, my cock staying rock hard.

"Ohhh god, you're going to make me cum again, unh, god, ohh yesss!" I felt her tense and then climax, and I felt the trickle of cum forced out by my thrusts and her contractions as it ran down my shaft onto my balls.

"Sue, did you cum before?"

She gasped "Oh yeah, big time! Right when you did, couldn't you tell?" 

I laughed. "No Sue, I only had the capacity to be aware of my own orgasm. I didn't even know you were in the room at that moment. Damn, that was intense!"

"So you liked my little sissy hubby sucking your balls, huh?" 

I quaked a little inside at her words. Having my balls sucked while fucking had definitely added something to the experience, I'd give them that! "Sue, let's just say it was different. It worked at that moment, but I'm not ready to make a habit of it."

I was very aware that Rick was sitting listening to our conversation, watching me continue to slowly fuck his wife's overfilled pussy, seeing the flow of cum that I could feel dribble out of her and streak my cock.

"Well, I liked watching him suck your balls, it made me very horny, and he definitely enjoyed it. Rght, honey?"

He didn't answer immediately, and when he spoke he still didn't reply directly to her question. "You have big balls, Adam. Suzy loves a big rack like that, it always turns her on when we watch porn and the guy has a big ol' set of nuts like you do. She's always disappointed with my little marbles. Isn't that right baby?"

Sue readily agreed "Ricky, for cocks and balls bigger is always better. You know that."

I have always heard that many women find men's sexual equipment, especially scrotum and testicles, to be funny looking or unattractive, or for some even repulsive. Fortunately I've never been with a woman that felt that way (or at least has never openly expressed that view), and Sue definitely didn't fall in that category. She seemed to have a serious fetish for big, heavy, saggy balls, lucky for me! 

Rick made no move to touch me again, but neither did he move to get out from between our legs. I knew, without seeing him, that he was watching our coupling from just inches away, hearing and smelling the sex as he watched it. "Are you guys going to fuck some more now or, um, uhh..."

"Adam, I think my tiny-dicked little wimp husband wants to clean us up, don't you Ricky?"

"Uh-huh, if it's OK with you guys."

I quickly realized she didn't mean washcloth and towel type of clean-up, remembering what she had said the day she had first approached me, after she had snuck up behind me and seen me cum. She'd said he thought he wanted to go down on her, after. Apparently Rick seriously intended to lick her clean of my substantial deposit of semen. And I had been so sure she was exagerrating! Was he seriously asking to lick all the cum off my cock and balls too?!

"Uh, Sue, Rick, no offense, but I think I'll take a pass. I mean, you're welcome to what I left in Sue of course, I'm done with it, but I'll go with the traditional clean-up."

I heard Rick make a disappointed "Oh!" kind of sound, and Sue looked back at me. "Are you sure Adam? Don't you ever watch the home improvement shows on TV, you know what they say, 'A clean tool is a happy tool', right?"

"OK Sue, except I'd rather you would clean my tool while he cleans you. How does that strike you?" 

It struck them both well, and Sue quickly swung her leg over my legs and over Rick's head and stood, my cock sliding suddenly out of her with a wet smacking noise and leaving a trail of white semen across my groin. Her sudden departure left us in the incongruous position of Rick sitting between my legs with his face inches from my cum-slathered erect cock and dripping balls while I sprawled back on the loveseat and Sue stood alongside us.

I quickly sat up as Rick scrambled backwards. Sue laughed at us. "I wish I had a video camera just then, you guys are so funny! Why can't you be more like women and just relax and enjoy it if it feels good?" 

Sue laughed again, at me this time as I sat there looking at Rick still sitting on the floor. "Don't look so suspicious Adam, I don't think he's going to sneak up on you when you're not looking. Ricky, take off your stupid apron. You're overdressed, and besides I want to be able to see your little cock so I can compare you guys."

Rick stripped the apron off as Sue looked around, then back at me.

"Let's see now, how about if I sit like this..."

She lowered herself onto the edge of the seat near me, where she could lean over to my lap to suck me, and spread her legs apart to show off her used sex. I looked up at Rick, now standing in front of us naked, and saw that his eyes were glued to his wife's pussy, a look of excitement and anticipation on his face. His cock, all nearly six inches of it, was rigidly erect, upright and curving back toward his stomach in a shallow arc, his balls drawn up tightly to his groin in a small, shrivelled sack not much larger than half of a golf ball. And similarly dimpled, now that I think about it.

The fact that he was smooth and hairless did nothing to flatter his equipment, and probably even accentuated the diminutive size of his balls. I thought that it must take some seriously major cojones to show yourself naked in front of your wife alongside someone noticeably better endowed, and yet he didn't seem to have any, at all! The irony of that thought forced a small chuckle from me, and they both heard it. 

"Adam, are you laughing at my husbands pitiful little manhood?"

I glanced guiltily at Rick, knowing I was blushing. "No, no, not at all. I just had a funny thought was all."

"Well, you should laugh at it, it's pretty funny sticking up like that as though it has any useful function." She reached out and ran her fingers over his small shrivelled sack, and I saw his cock twitch and jump. Sue laughed. "Ricky, my poor baby, you're built like a eunuch and yet you go through life with a hard-on. That doesn't seem fair. Maybe when you reach puberty your testicles will descend. Adam, care to share your funny thought with us?"

"Um, no, it's one of those things that's not really funny if you have to explain it." And besides, I thought Sue was humiliating him enough without my help.

Rick had gone back to focusing on his wife's sex, and I followed his gaze. She sat, legs widespread and on display, and she was a slippery, sticky, sexy mess. Because she had stood up, cum had run out of her from deep inside where I'd deposited it, and the inside of her upper thighs were totally smeared and glistening wet above her dark stockings. Her pussy was also smeared and streaked with globs of white pearly cum, and her formerly fluffy little strawberry patch was now cum saturated, matted and dark. Her ruby pussy lips were wet, distended and swollen, her clit protruding. She looked, in a word, used.

Sue slouched back against the loveseat and raised her hips in the air, presenting her so recently assaulted pussy to her husband.

"Well honey, this is what you've been wanting and waiting for. Better get busy before I leak all over the leather, 'cause I think there's lots more in me. Or are you going to chicken out?" 

Fascinated by this exchange, and really not believing he'd do it, I watched Rick drop to his knees between his wife's legs, his eyes still locked on her pussy. He put his hands on her knees, then leaned down and kissed her legs gently, just above his hands, first one then the other. He began to slowly kiss, lick and nuzzle his way up Sue's legs, kissing the black nylon, focusing on her sensitive inner thighs, until he came to the semen soaked upper band of her stockings and the glistening cum slick above, which extended three or four inches down her thigh.

He was the star of the show at that moment, as Sue and I just sat and watched him, although I did hear her let out a couple of soft moans and gasps as he tongued her aroused flesh. When he bagan to lick the thin sheen of cum from her thighs on the way to her pussy she muttered a soft "Oh god yes, do it!" 

He did, making quick work of the cum on her legs and then burying his face in her sloppy pussy. I could hear him making wet, smacking noises as he worked her overflowing and feverishly hot cunt, and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed our fluids. Sue came then, hard and loud, her legs slamming shut on the sides of his head and locking him in place as she bucked her oozing pussy into his face.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, make me cum, right there, right there, yeah, like that, oh fuck, fuckyesssI'mcummmmminnng!!"

I could sense by the enthusiasm with which Rick was going at this that he not only was fulfilling his own fantasy, but that he was taking a lot of satisfaction from making Sue cum so well. And boy, did she!

As her orgasm ebbed she toppled over into my lap, her face inches from my cock, but staring up at me with a dazed expression. Rick continued to slurp happily on his creampie as I smiled down at Sue.

"Sounds like you enjoyed that."

She shuddered. "Oh my god! That may be the horniest, nastiest thing I've ever seen or done! I didn't really think he'd do it, but he's such a slut!" Another small aftershock rolled through her as he lapped away at her, and she shuddered again, then grabbed my cock and filled her mouth with semen-slathered rigid meat. She sucked on me for a minute or so, licking and tasting our combined flavors, while Rick continued to work on her, lost in his own little paradise.

When she stopped she looked up at me, and we spoke as though Rick wasn't even there. For all intents and purposes, he wasn't.

"I can't believe your cock is still totally hard after that, Adam. I'm impressed."

So was I! I figured it was the Cialis, but I said "Yeah, it does that sometimes. I'm ready for seconds whenever you are." I'm such a liar! I usually need at least a few minutes of down-time, or at least semi-down-time before going again, but since I still had this strange steel pole between my legs there was no need to admit that.

Still stroking my saliva-slick cock with her hand, she asked if I wanted sloppy seconds.

"Sure, whatever, but I thought he was taking care of that." I motioned toward Rick.

"No, he hasn't finished yet, but I think we want me all shiny clean for you. Ricky baby, on your back on the floor, now! You need to do a better job so Adam can fuck me again."

Rick immediately prostrated himself on the floor, his feet near the place where we still sat, and Sue stood with one leg on each side of him and walked forward until her feet were near his shoulders, widespread, her pussy directly over his face.

"Ricky, you're so new at this I think you missed some, so we're gonna let gravity help us, OK?" 

He nodded, his face a wet, gooey mess, wearing a big smile as he stared up into his wife's well-fucked pussy. I watched from behind Sue, looking at the black stockings below her soft white ass and drooping pussy lips as a thick blob of white semen slid from her and hung an inch, then two, below her sex, the thread which was connecting the cum blob to her pussy growing thinner as it hung to three inches, then separating and dropping onto Rick's face. He jumped as it struck him just above his upper lip and slid down his left cheek, but had no time to deal with it as Sue lowered herself onto his face. 

Sue moaned deep in her throat as his tongue and lips found her, and I slowly masturbated as I watched her begin to pump her hips back and forth, fucking Rick's face. His arms came up and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her tightly to his lips, and he let out a muffled groan and shot his load on himself, one long spurt up to his ribcage and a couple smaller dribbles onto his stomach, his hard cock continuing to pump and spasm long after his emission had ended.

"Whoa! Sue, it looks like Rick is really enjoying this!" 

Sue looked back over her shoulder at me, curious what I was talking about, then looked down at the splash of fresh semen on Rick's stomach.

She raised herself slightly from his face and looked down at him.

"Oh Ricky, you came all over yourself again! That must be so embarrassing for you, to get off just from having another man's cum in my pussy getting smeared in your face."

She reached back and dragged her fingers through his load, smearing it up to his left nipple, which she pinched between her slick fingers.

"Such a pitiful little load, it barely a drop or two. Come on baby, you can do better than that, I know you can!" Leaning back she reached behind and gripped his cock in her fist and began to pump him, trying to wring additional cum from him. She was gripping him hard and jerking him.

"C'mon baby, cum more for me, show Adam you can shoot a big load too, come on baby, you can do it!"

She moved to his small scrotum, squeezing him, and I watched her knuckles whiten as she tightened her grip. I winced as Rick writhed and bucked into her hand, and when she again squeezed and yanked his cock she succeeded in coaxing one more small spurt from him as he cried out. She caught it on her fingers and smeared it over his cock and balls.

"Well, that's still pretty weak, but at least you tried for me. That's a good boy." I was surprised how much I was enjoying the live sex show in front of me, and told myself to be careful about how good my own cock stroking was beginning to feel. It wouldn't do at all for me to cum on myself - Sue was proving to be far too good at humiliation, and I couldn't chance her turning her abusive attention on me! She pivoted over his face so that she was facing me, then lowered herself onto him again, her protuding clit against his chin as he licked her, his nose undoubtedly almost up her ass. 

"You finish your clean up job dear, while Adam and I talk. You should be able to focus on your duties now that you don't have your tiny little hard-on to distract you."

He surely didn't have that problem anymore, as his hairless cock quickly began to shrivel and shrink, soon looking no bigger around than my thumb, and about half as long. The whole shaving/hairless thing had been a bad idea; with his cock shrunken and his small nutsack he looked pitifully child-like.

Sue was looking at my crotch, watching me stroke my cock. I could see she was enjoying it, and that kind of turned me on. I spread my legs and let her watch, slowly running my hand up and down my cock and fondling my own balls.

"God Adam, that looks so hot! You're so hard, you must really be enjoying this."

I smiled at her. "Well, it's certainly different."

She smiled. "Yeah, but are you enjoying yourself?" 

"I am Sue. What's not to enjoy? You're hot as hell, you give incredible head, I get to fuck you, you feel really good inside - yeah, it's all very weird and different, a little tough for me to deal with at first, but I am having fun. Parts of it aren't really my thing, but you're loving it, right? And Rick sure seems to be enjoying himself."

We heard a muffled "Mmm-hmmm!" and we both laughed. He was apparently in full agreement.

"Yeah Adam, it's been better that I expected. I don't know why I resisted Rick for so long. I still would be if you and I hadn't talked, I couldn't just pick up a stranger. So what's wrong?"

How had she sensed that I was still a little uneasy with this? How do women always seem to know? How could we be sitting and talking like this as she continued to rub her pussy onto her husband's face, forcing my cum into his mouth?

"I don't know Sue, it just seems off somehow. I'm going behind the backs of the other people in my life. And how will it be now if we meet in public, if I bump into you and Rick at the store again or something?"

"Well, what you tell or don't tell your friends and family is up to you. As far as meeting in public, I guess now we'll just be intimate friends instead of just neighbors."

"Ha! Yeah, I'll say! How do I look Rick in the eye after seeing him cum and knowing he was sucking on my balls - and now, he's, uh, well, look at him!"

She laughed. "Oh Adam, he's loving it! This has been his dream for years now! Why don't you stop worrying, stop fretting, and fuck me again?"

She leaned forward onto her hands, lifting from Rick's face and taking the classic doggie position. She wiggled her ass in the air and looked up at me.

"Come on Adam, two holes, no waiting! It's your choice, but get back there, I need your cock!"

I stood and walked around them, and looked down at her wet, open pussy and her pink and puckered little asshole, and at Rick laying under her and making no effort to move. I realized that if I was going to fuck her in this position my balls would be swinging right above his face.

What the hell, no backing out now! Her knees were on either side of his ribcage, his arms under her shins. I kneeled behind her, my legs outside of hers but above his shoulders. I moved my knees outwards to bring me down to her height, and I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her wet slit, pushing slightly into her, then out, the head of my cock now wet and glistening.

I pushed against her tight asshole and heard her gasp as she began to stretch to admit my cock, trying to force the head through her tight resistance but then suddenly sliding down and into her pussy. A loud "OHHH!" escaped her throat and she thrust back against me, taking me fully inside her sloppy heat, my balls smashing wetly against her swollen pussy.

She plainly had a lot of cum still up inside her, and her pussy felt like a pot of warm, thick honey bathing my straining cock. I grabbed her hips and fucked her, hard and fast, until my heart was pounding and she was crying out, then pounded a couple of hard, deep thrusts into her as she came, grinding herself against me and holding me deep inside.

I fucked her slow and gentle for a couple minutes while she recovered, then held myself still and let her fuck me for awhile, staying stationary as she fucked herself onto my cock, letting Rick watch from his front row seat as his wife pleasured herself on my rigid pole. We were gradually sliding lower, our legs moving apart as we screwed, and I felt my balls brush Ricks face as they swung back and forth with our movements.

I wasn't sure just where they were hitting him, but knew I was a little uncomfortable with it, then I felt him lick me, and then suck my right testicle, which hangs slightly lower, into his mouth. I had this sick, nervous flutter inside, but it felt good, and I groaned and pushed my balls and the base of my shaft down onto his face, thrusting into Sue.




Adam's Journey Pt. 29



Sue and I sat together silently for a couple of minutes, her warm, soft body leaning against me. It struck me that Rick was awfully trusting, leaving me alone and naked in his home, with his equally naked wife, and I said so to Sue.

She laughed. "Really Adam, what else could we do that we haven't already done? He probably figures we're too exhausted to go on without him, and his only worry would be that he might miss something.Besides, you tempted him with something new in food and drink combinations. If there was one thing that could get him to leave me with you, it was that! He does love his culinary things." 

I chuckled. She had a good point about there not being much else we could do, especially in my current state of torpor. She reached over and took my limp cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke me. "Looks like a dead soldier Adam. Did I wear you out already, or are we going to continue this wonderful evening?"

Her soft stroking felt very nice, and was just what the doctor ordered. I felt myself begin to harden, and I groaned as her touch fired the nerves in my groin. "Not dead Sue, just unconscious. Somehow I feel fairly certain you know how to revive that soldier."

She did, leaning over and taking me into her mouth, then deep into her throat as she fellated me back to a firm and throbbing erection, all the while cupping and massaging my balls with her hand. Once she had me fully erect she sat up and admired her handiwork.

"Wow, I am good! I can raise the dead!" She smiled as she said it, continuing to stroke and fondle me.

"You're more than good, you're excellent. And yeah, I believe you probably could raise the dead with one of your blowjobs. The way you take me clear down your throat and I can feel your tongue working around the base of my cock, damn, that's just incredible!"

She smiled and preened a little, clearly pleased with the praise, but it was all true. She gave amazing head, and I could easily become addicted to it.

"Well, practice makes perfect. Do you want me to suck you off?"

"Desperately. Absolutely. Very much. But no, let's just sit and talk while we wait for Rick. I kind of feel bad about fucking his wife anyway, I don't want to do it behind his back, and he should be back pretty soon." That thought struck me as strange even as I said it, but the fact was that I had no desire to do anything with Sue that didn't have Rick's stamp of approval. It just felt less bad to me that way, less like cheating or leading her to do so.

We sat back, leaning into each other, and she continued to touch and play. I slid my hand down her tummy and let my finger slide into her cleft, lightly stroking the puckered flesh of her hood, her big clit momentarily retracted and out of sight. She twitched and moaned slightly as I stroked her sensitive flesh.

"God that feels good. I am so horny tonight, I just can't seem to get enough. I'd forgotten how good a really big cock feels inside me, hitting all those nice spots that Ricky can't reach and making me cum - I lost track of how many times I've cum tonight, but please, sir, may I have another?"

"Swell, now you've got me fucking Oliver Twist! That shouldn't screw with my head at all. But I think the quote is actually 'some more', not 'another'."

"Oooh, even better!"

We both laughed as I continued to softly stroke her sex, occasionally dipping a finger inside of her for more lubrication as I gently massaged her clit, feeling it swell and harden again, getting fat and firm and protruding pink and shiny from it's puckered hood. I leaned slightly forward to admire it.

"You know, when Rick's cock is shrunken down it really isn't much bigger than your clit. But then you're overly blessed in that arena."

"Do you think my big clitty is gross?"

"What? No, not at all! I love it, and I find it very exciting and unique. I've just never seen one like that is all, it's like this great neon sign saying 'Horny woman, needs to cum, please press this button for orgasm!' or something like that. I love touching it - and licking it - and seeing you react."

She laughed. "You're so weird. I'm glad you like it, Ricky does too. So do I, it's a fun thing to have, but it has caused me trouble over the years."

"Really? How so?"

"I developed sexually when I was eleven years old, Adam. I started to grow big hooters and hair in strange places, and I started my periods before I turned twelve, and this." She indicated her pussy with a wave of her hand. "I was riding my bike one day, on a bumpy road, and I started to feel really funny, but good, you know, inside. Then this amazing wave hit me, this incredibly good feeling from my toes to my ears, but centering right here, right on my nub, the best feeling I had ever felt, right up until I crashed my bike and skinned my knee, elbow, and chin. That kind of ruined it, but not completely."

I couldn't stop myself, I was laughing helplessly at her description of her first orgasm.

"Yeah, laugh at a poor kid crashing her bike, you sick bastard! I still have a little scar, right here on my chin." She was laughing too as she pointed out the tiny white scar on her chin. I kissed it, still chuckling.

"What a nice reminder of your very first orgasm. I plan to give you 'some more' tonight, but I'll try not to leave any scars, OK?"

She stuck her lip out, pretending to pout. "You'd better, after laughing at me. But anyway, after that I would pretty much have an orgasm whenever I rode my bike - I learned not to crash - and I started masturbating regularly, and I learned to sit and squeeze my legs together and kind of wiggle my butt just right to give myself one anywhere, anytime."

"Really? Can you still do that?"

"Yes. But back then I was totally addicted, I mean it. At dinner, in school, at the movies, even in church sometimes, I was always getting myself off. I must have had the wettest panties in town. My mom kept telling me to stop fidgeting, she even took me to the doctor to see if I had a rash or anything. He examined me, touched and poked and prodded, and rubbed some kind of cream on my ass and sent us home with a prescription, and I gave myself an orgasm in the car while my mom went into the pharmacy. I was so bad!"

"Oh, I don't know. I jerked off a lot as a kid, it's probably pretty normal. I think everyone hits that stage where their body changes, hormones start to flow, and we do a little exploring. You know, learning about ourselves and what makes things tick. It's just normal. I think we turned out OK."

"Adam, I was cumming several times a day! My grades suffered, I couldn't focus, everyone said I was too daydreamy or unfocused, or had A.D.D. I wasn't daydreaming, I didn't have A.D.D. I was just constantly in a state of arousal! It's a good thing there's no quota on orgasms or I would have used up all of mine."

I laughed again. "Nope, no quota, thank god! It does sound like you were maybe a little worse off than most."

"I know. I felt like a freak, it was horrible! I never went to therapy, but I think it helped set me up for the way things went later in my life. I'm not sure what Freud or Kinsey would say about it, or even Dr. Spock."

"The Star Trek guy? I didn't know he knew about such things. I thought Vulcans were asexual."

She giggled, the response I'd been hoping for, trying to ease her self-recrimination a little. "Not Mr. Spock you fool, Dr. Spock. The kid expert."

"Ah, that Spock! So were you sexually active with boys too, or was this all self-inflicted?"

She thought for a moment. "Boys? Sure, later, the usual stuff with all the typical angst and intrigue of the later teenage years. But first, when I was 14 my dad signed me up for riding lessons - horseback, you know."

"Yeah Sue, I'm familiar with what riding lessons are. I've often wondered if there isn't something more to the relationship between a girl and her horse. Girls just seem to get so attached to the animals, more so than guys."

"Well, there sure was for me. One in particular, a big gelding named Socks, 'cause his feet were white. I learned to ride him bareback, and he had this hard knot, right at the base of his mane, on his whithers, and I'd scoot up so that my clit was bumping that, and we'd canter or trot, and oh my god! I called him Nubbin, because he and I spent almost four glorious years bumping our nubbins together."

She was so funny, and so open about this! I was really sorry that I had waited so long to get to know her, she was a very interesting woman and completely uninhibited, it seemed.

"So basically you're saying you spent several years in a serious relationship with your horse."

She smiled. "Well, not exactly. But he did have a huge cock, some days I'd get there and he'd be standing in the corral with this enormous penis hanging out of him, and I'd be totally wet and aroused from looking at that before I ever got on him. I was so curious, I wanted to touch it, but I never did. I was afraid someone would see me and think I was a sicko."

"Good decision. You would have been a sicko. I think kids that grow up on farms or around animals tend to get an early education, but that would have been crossing the line."

She nodded. "I know. But the awkward fumbling and touching with boys in closets or under the bleachers, or later on in back seats, that just wasn't doing it. I felt like there had to be more to it."

"Yeah, there is. And you found out...?

"With Jeff, the ranch hand at the stables. I'd had a crush on him for years, since I first saw him. His cock wasn't as big as Nubbin's."

I laughed. "Thank goodness, he'd have split you in half. How long had you been around him at this point?" 

"Oh, several years! I was a senior in high school by that time, and he began to notice me. Before that I was just a kid, and he steered clear of the kids. Smart man. Anyhow, I came back from a ride, I must have cum ten times and my pants were soaked through, plus a big wet spot on Nubbin's back. I always thought anyone that saw it would just figure sweaty horse, but when I slid off my legs collapsed from cumming so much, and Jeff ran over to me, and he knew right away what was happening, what I'd been doing."

"You think he knew? What did he do?"

"He helped me up, helped me over to a bench, then went and brushed Nubbin and took his bridle off and put him up, then came back. All the girls had a crush on Jeff, he was this tall cowboy, cocky grin, curly blond hair, tight little butt, nice bulge in his jeans, big blue eyes. Worked a lot with his shirt off, all tan and lean. He was twenty three."

"Jesus Sue, he was still pushing his luck! Kind of a big age spread between him and you."

"Not to me. I wanted him. I wanted him to be the one, and I was so ready."

I wondered where Rick had gone, but I wanted to hear the rest of her story. Her fondling, combined with her story thus far, had me aroused, hard and ready. "Well, you actually had waited longer than a lot of kids do. So, what did he do?"

"He took me to the back, to his bunk area, and got a cool wet cloth and wiped my face, then my neck, then he unbuttoned my shirt and washed my upper chest. Then he opened my bra and touched me, stroking my nipples, making then all hard, then he took my shirt and bra off of me and sucked on my nipples, and I came."

I waited as she remembered, a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes.

"I could see and feel the hard bulge in his jeans. I wasn't stupid, I knew what was going to happen, and I wanted to touch him, so I did. When I took it out I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, but it was so big! I was afraid, I didn't know how he could put that big thing inside of me. Then he touched me, and I came again." 

She laughed softly. "He wasn't nearly as big as you I don't think, but bigger than Rick. It seemed huge to me at the time, I thought it was nearly as big as a horse's cock."

"So even with all of your earlier touching and experimenting, this was it. He was your very first one. Of course you were a little scared!"

"Exactly. But he was gentle and caring, and I was so wet and horny. It hurt for a second or two, then it was all good. He pulled out at the last second, after I'd cum like twenty more times, and shot his cum all over my belly. I touched it and tasted it, I loved it all. Still do. Jeff taught me everything over the next year, we made love constantly, and licked and tasted each other. I loved him so much, and he loved me too. And I kept riding Nubbin and getting off, and Jeff knew all about it. He teased me, but he liked how insatiably horny I was."

"He could have lost his job. You two could have been in so much trouble. What would your parents have thought about this older guy and you?"

"I know, Adam. We thought it was worth it. Turns out maybe it wasn't."

"What happened?"

"One of the other girls found out somehow and got jealous, and told the owners of the stables. He did lose his job, they fired him and sent him away, swore they'd have him thrown in jail if he was ever seen around town again because they were afraid of having him around the younger girls any longer."

"I thought you were old enough to make it legal."

She shrugged. "I guess, but barely. That didn't seem to matter. He left, but we were both devastated. I cried for weeks, and could never tell anyone what was wrong."

"That's so sad. Do you supose you would have stayed together?" 

"Maybe, who knows. Promise you won't tell Rick something?" 

"Sure. What?" 

"Jeff and I still stay in touch. We call each other sometimes, just to talk. He owns his own dude ranch in Arizona now. Maybe I should take Rick there sometime to further our little cuckolding relationship, he'd probably like that."

"I wouldn't Sue. It would be different, I think you still love this Jeff. That's not just sex, like us. That could really fuck up your marriage, your family. I just think it would be a bad idea, but what do I know?"

She sighed, and we heard Rick at the front door. "You're probably right. I sure would like to see him again though, you know?"

"Well, if you ever do, treat it as a fling, a one time thing. Or maybe a once a year thing." I was thinking of Izzy and me. "But don't ever tell Rick about it." Great, I had just advised her to cheat and lie!

Rick came in then, before I could revise my statement, carrying two bottles in one hand and one in the other. He stopped dead, looking at me fingering his wife's pussy and her hand stroking my erect cock. "Hey, no fair starting without me!" 

Sue looked over at her husband. "Hi honey, you're finally back! I was just telling Adam how much I like riding horses. Ricky knows all about me and horses Adam, he likes the story about how I rode so much as a kid. Don't you dear?"

Rick, still standing in the doorway, smiled at her. "My wife is such a horny thing, she can even get off riding a horse, can you believe it? I figure someday some good looking - and well hung - cowboy will sweep her off her feet and they'll ride off into the sunset together."

I glanced at Sue, raising my eyebrows at how near Rick was to the truth. She turned her face a little away from him and frowned slightly at me, giving an almost imperceptible shake of her head, warning me. I realized she had never told him the part of the story involving her cowboy, Jeff! I was so glad I hadn't blurted out something to give away her secret!

I looked away from her, back at Rick. "Close the door Rick, some of us are underdressed."

He realized he was standing in the open doorway, as if trying to show the world his wife stroking another guy's cock, and quickly closed it.

"By the way Rick, never say 'hung' to a cowboy. I think it means someting entirely different to them."

He laughed. "Good point. Hey, that's some ferocious guard dog you've got over there. He tried to lick me to death."

It was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, old Ralph. I've got him trained to lead any burglar straight to the valuables, that way my house doesn't get all torn apart by them searching. The only danger anyone is in from him is if they trip over him - or if he hits them in the balls with his tail."

They both laughed, Sue especially. "Oh Adam, he's sweet. My girls would love him!"

"And he'd love your girls. Oh, by the way, Kori said no problem on you and the girls using their pool, anytime. You just have to stay with them so nobody drowns. Let me know when you go over, the girls can take Ralph swimming with them."

This suddenly struck me as a very unusual conversation to be having as she and I sat there caressing each other's nasty bits, and I changed the topic. "Let's see what you found there, Rick. I didn't know I had three bottles of Port, I thought just two. You must have done a thorough search!"

He walked over to us. "Well, one says Tawny Port, one says Ruby port, and this one says Porto and Colheita. Is that the same thing?"

"Mmm, yeah, pretty much. I'd forgotten about the Ruby, it's a Sonoma Valley one we brought back, it's still pretty young and probably not the best choice for this, let's set it aside."

He did, and handed me the other two. Both were the real thing, from Portugal, a 1965 Delaforce Colheita and a 1970 Graham's Tawny Port. I thought the Tawny was probably the better choice of the two for what we were planning to have with it, but at a little over $200 it had been nearly twice the price of the Colheita. Screw it! I decided take Ronnie's approach that money is only worth having if you can share the good things it buys with your friends.

"Open this one for us Rick, I think you guys will like it a lot. It should be great with your special dessert."

He took it and went toward the kitchen, setting the Colheita on the table as he went by. Sue had gone back to sucking my cock, not interested in our discussion, and Rick stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, watching her. Her mouth on me felt incredible, and I watched him watch her. His lips were slightly parted, and he licked them, then glanced at me and found me looking back at him. He blushed instantly, shook his head slightly, and disappeared into the kitchen.

I laughed at his reaction, and Sue glanced up at me, half my cock in her mouth. "Nothing, just your crazy husband. Don't stop what you're doing. By the way, you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth."

She made a noise and slapped me on the leg, but went right on sucking, in earnest now, and I closed my eyes and leaned back, thoroughly enjoying her talents. If I hadn't just cum twice I'd have popped well before now, but because I had I felt like I could go on for a long, long time, and that seemed like a really good idea just then.

Rick came back in carrying three glasses, regular wine goblets with a couple of inches of rich, mahogany colored liquid in each. I could smell the powerful fruity sweetness of the wine when he got close, and thought how well it mingled with the scent of sex in the room.

He stopped in front of us, watching his wife. She had her eyes closed, and was moaning softly as she sucked on me, thoroughly involved and obviously very aroused. After about a minute of pure voyeurism he set the glasses down and ran his hand up his wife's thigh, and she responded by spreading her legs wide apart. He moved his hand to cup her swollen sex, then slid his fingers between her puffy lips.

She moaned and moved her hips, rubbing on his hand, and I heard Rick whisper "Oh my god! Oh honey, you're so hot and puffy, like your pussy is all swollen, and I've never seen you get this wet. You really love that big cock, don't you?"

His fingers were making squelchy noises in her, and she moaned what I think was an affirmative answer, then came on his hand, gripping my cock tightly in her own as she bucked against him. If I could have cum in her mouth just then it would have completed the picture, but I was nowhere near ready.




Adam's Journey Pt. 30



Sue, still gripping and stroking me, moved to again straddle me, but I stopped her.

"No, we kind of did that already. Let's try something different and see if you can get your feet up over your head."

She laughed. "Oh, I don't know about that!"

I pressed her back on the leather loveseat, a cum-stained and appropriately named piece of furniture if ever there was one, and pushed her knees far up and apart, holding her spread apart, open and inviting. She realized what I was planning, and, eager to cooperate, grabbed her own legs and pulled them up more and still farther apart .

"I'm probably not limber enough to get my feet behind my head, but how's this?"

It was excellent, a perfect picture of a wanton, horny slut, making herself available and practically begging for a hard cock. I looked down at her sex for a long time, enjoying the swollen pink folds glistening with her wetness and the residue of our earlier encounters, her perpetually hard and horny clit standing out proudly from the upper meeting of her luscious folds, and then I touched her slickness.

Her knees were pressed to her breasts, forcing them up and together, nipples jutting forward. I placed my hand on her chest, on her sternum between her full breasts. "Perfect Sue, the perfect pose for me to shove my cock into you about up to here."

I moved, getting on my knees between her upraised legs, and leaning in to taste her arousal. I slid my tongue briefly into her open pussy, tasting masculine and feminine love juices, then slowly dragged it up, parting her fleshy lips until I foung her big bud, which I flicked several times before sucking it between my lips.

Sue groaned then cried out "Oh yes! Oh fuck!" She came, suddenly, her back arching, and I raised up after and smiled at her.

"You're too easy Sue, you make me feel like a real superstar. Do you always have such a hair-trigger?"

Rick, standing alongside us, answered for her. "Yeah, she does, once she's really turned on and into it. She can go forever, again and again, or until my tongue gets cramps."

I laughed at his offbeat comment. "Your tongue, huh?"

"Yeah, well, by the time my dick is worn out she's just getting started. That's one of the reasons we called you in as back-up." I noticed that he was still exceedingly erect through all this, his cock standing up stiff and defiant.

"Do you want a shot Rick? She is your wife, after all."

"Nooo, no, I want to go after you. She insists that I need to try sloppy seconds - she thinks I'll like that."

Sue laughed. "You will baby, trust me. Now are you guys gonna talk or fuck, 'cause I need some more, real soon!"

I moved up and pressed myself between her legs, spreading her up and out until my balls rested against her wet, open sex and my cock lay on her soft belly. I wiggled a little, pressing against her and feeling my balls slide against her wetness, until my cock extended up to her navel, the swollen head covering her shallow indentation.

"That's how far I'm going to get inside your wife Rick, way up in her belly. Bet you wish you could do that, huh?" I had been wary about returning to teasing him, after what I'd done and said, but he was apparently fine with it.

"Yeah, go ahead and fuck her Adam, I want to see you make her beg, wear her out!"

I laughed at that. "Sure Rick, we can only imagine! You know that when it comes to sex the women have us totally beat, right? I mean, you talk about her wearing you out, she could probably wear out ten guys and keep right on going. Isn't that right Sue?"

She wiggled her ass, sliding her pussy over my balls and her mound against my hardness. I groaned, she grinned. "Sounds good to me boys. Bring on the other eight guys, I'm ready!"

I'm pretty sure she wasn't kidding.

I slid back some, letting the tip of my cock slide down and into her hot crease, remembering something that I had found intensely erotic just a short time before, probably the one thing about him being there that I had truly found exciting.

"Hey Rick, you want to do the honors?"

"What?"

"Put my cock in your wife, like you did earlier. I liked that a lot, the way you were looking out for her satisfaction. Help us like you're supposed to, man!" 

He reached between us, finding and gripping my erection. I could feel him squeezing and gently stroking me as he manipulated my cock, rubbing the tip up and down over his wife's wet opening, getting me lubed up and ready while he tortured her a little. 

"Fuck, he's really thick honey! Are you ready for it?"

"Yes, yes, I'm ready!"

"Say please Suzy, beg me to put him in you if you really want it!"

"Oh god! Please put him in me you little wimp, or you're never gonna get laid again!"

I laughed at that, but he seemed convinced and suddenly held me to his wife's waiting opening as I thrust forward and into her, again feeling her soft heat and slick folds envelop me. Rick pulled his arm away, but continued to lean between us, watching me penetrate his wife.

Sue pushed him back slightly and reached up, putting her arms around my neck and pulling herself to me. I sank deeply into her wet, silken heat, and she gasped. Rick willingly aiding me had been as erotic and intense for me as before, even more so, and I didn't fully understand why the sensation of him assisting me in fucking his wife, of him actually inserting my cock into her horny pussy, was so exciting to me. It just was.

I continued to pound away at Sue, her legs splayed far up and apart so that I was buried as deeply as possible in her pussy, my balls slapping audibly against her ass with each thrust.

She wasn't as toned as Kristi, I didn't have that sensation of her pussy muscles rippling and squeezing, teasing and milking me the way I did when Kristi was fucking me, nor did I get the sensation that her slick tunnel was stretched taut, fitting me like a glove, tight and filled to capacity as I had with Rain. I didn't mean to make comparisons again, but I couldn't help it, and those two were still fresh enough in my mind to do so.

Sue was slightly loose, soft and almost pillowy - for lack of a better word - inside, but very hot and wet, very vocal in her appreciation, extremely horny and wanton. In other words, she was in full fuck-slut mode and no guy could resist that. Well, no straight guy.

"Oh god yes Adam! I can feel your balls on my ass, oh fuck me, fuck me! Yes, yes, harder, oh god yes! Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god honey, he's making me cuuummmm!"

And she did, bucking her ass up to take me still deeper. Rick stood alongside, watching, his cock straining hard and twitching. As Sue rode her orgasm I managed to put words together.

"Rick, would you please point that thing someplace else? No offense, but it's been known to go off unexpectedly."

He roused from his trance. "What? Oh yeah, sorry." He turned away fortyfive degrees.

"No problem, I just didn't want to be hit by friendly fire."

Sue, still gasping for air, laughed. "Don't worry Adam, it's just a Derringer. Or maybe a BB gun. It's probably not even loaded."

Rick dropped to his knees, laughing, and took his wife's face in his hands, kissing her deeply. "Gosh honey, you're multi-tasking. You're being a horny slut and an emasculating bitch at the same time. I'm impressed, I don't think I've ever loved you more!"

He stayed there, and they continued their running battle of words and wits as I fucked her, driving her to one orgasm after another, and each time she'd cum she'd tell him, and squeeze his hands in hers, and he'd cover her lips with his own so that she could gasp out her orgasm into his mouth as they shared her pleasure.

I had been a little afraid that I would not be able to retain my erection for another round of intercourse, but was having no problems. I made a mental note to buy some stock in whoever makes Cialis. I felt my ejaculation coming, strong and unstoppable as Sue and Rick rode another of her own, and I told them as I pumped my third load of the night into her pussy, my fourth total if you include the one they shared. I don't know if they were impressed with the effect of the chemical enhancement, but I was! 

"Oh yes, Oh fuck! Unhhh, I'm cumming, oh fuck! Damn Sue, you're wringing me dry, woman! I just can't seem to stop cumming inside your wife Rick. Thanks for sharing her."

As my spurts and spasms stopped, I stayed inside of her for a few minutes, feeling my cock begin to lose its hardness. Eventually I moved, sliding out of her with a wet, sucking sound, and watched as a trickle of white semen began to ooze from her open cunt. I got out of the way, standing up, slightly dizzy, and Rick moved betweeen his wife's legs and took my place, sinking his rigid organ into her sodden pussy.

He groaned, but Sue laughed. "Gosh honey, I can barely even feel your cock. Time for your four favorite words! Is it in yet?"

"Very funny dear. If you weren't such a slut for big cocks you wouldn't be so stretched out, like the Holland tunnel. If it wasn't so hot and wet inside it would be like sticking my dick out the window."

"Ooohhh, dinky dicklet is getting feisty! How cute! Seriously honey, go ahead, you can stick it in now."

"Ha ha you horny slut, you're sooo funny!"

I couldn't believe the way they were talking to each other, but they seemed to be having a lot of fun. I knew, now, at this exact point of the evening, that it was time for me to leave and let them enjoy each other. I reached for my clothes, putting them on as I picked them up, my t-shirt first, then my socks.

I watched as I dressed, Rick's ass pumping up and down as he fucked his wife's used, cum-filled pussy. The wet, slippery smacking sounds were gross but erotic, and he seemed to enjoy the feel of her used sex, of my sexual leftovers, in his sloppy seconds position. I had my pants in hand, ready to pull them on, when Sue motioned me over.

"Wait Adam, one more thing." She lifted my flaccid but swollen cock, still slathered with the slick and sticky remains of our rutting, to her lips. "Here honey, there's one more thing you need to watch before Adam gets dressed. He's leaving us, I think."

Rick looked up at me, and I nodded agreement, then groaned softly as Sue vacuumed my cock into her mouth. She moved herself forward, inches from her husband's face, taking me deeply into her throat. He stared, fascinated as her lips formed around the base of my cock and the tip of her tongue flicked out at my balls, and he suddenly erupted into his wife, crying out with his orgasm, Sue groaning around my cock with her own climax even as his cock pumped and sprayed furiously inside of her.

As they wound down I stepped back, letting my flaccid organ slip from her lips and droop in front of all of us, then slid into my pants, my cock outlined wetly against the thin fabric when I zipped up.

All of us were silent as I got my shoes on, Rick sliding down and burying his face in his wife's pussy, now flowing freely with cum; mine, his, her own.

Sue moaned and writhed, watching my face. "Next time Adam?"

"What?"

"Next time, will you fuck me in my ass? And let Ricky blow you?"

"God Sue, you really are an insatiable thing, aren't you? Yeah, if there is a next time maybe we'll try that. I'm just not sure, you know? I think I'm OK with anything now, but let me wait and see how I feel about all this tomorrow. Sorry I kind of bailed on you for a while there."

"It's OK. We shouldn't have pushed so hard. I sure hope there's a next time."

I thought about that. "So do I Sue. Really. Thanks."

"No, thank you Adam."

Rick raised his face from Sue's battered pussy and looked up at me. His face was soaked in cum from his cheekbones to his chin, all around his big, totally unabashed grin, his lips smeared with streaks of white. "Yeah, thanks Adam."

I laughed. "You kids have fun. Don't stay up too late, and finish that wine for me. It should be as good with pussy as it was with chocolate. I'll let myself out."

I did, looking back to see Rick dive back into his wife's cum-covered crotch, and I heard her gasp out another orgasm as I closed the door.

Walking back across the street I noticed a dull ache, deep inside, just above the back of my balls, and wondered if perhaps I hadn't overdone it just a bit. I was deeply satisfied sexually at that moment, and somewhat self impressed at having gone four rounds in such a relatively short period of just under three hours. It was a recent personal best for me, maybe an all-time. Better living through chemistry, right?

I shook my head a little ruefully though, wishing it had been under circumstances I felt a little better about, or more comfortable with. Still, Rick and Sue had turned out to be very nice, and I had gotten a glimpse of a very, very different type of relationship. Maybe I had grown, like my friends thought I should; I wasn't so sure. At a minimum I hoped I would be invited back to enjoy more of Rick's cooking.

Ralph met me at the door and accompanied me to the kitchen, putting me on notice that he was not happy with the lateness of his dinner. I fed him and congratulated him on his fine effort in keeping the wine cellar safe, then headed up to bed, leaving the sliding door open enough for him to come and go as needed. Someday I'll wind up with a house full of raccoons, but it's worked so far when I have to feed him so late.

I stripped and washed up a little, getting the sweat and various other bodily secretions removed, brushed my teeth, and, exhausted, fell into bed for several hours of complete, dreamless, unconsciousness.

I woke at 4:53, to total darkness, and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve a bursting bladder. I was stunned to find myself rock hard again and pointing skyward, the drug apparently still active in my system. The old joke popped into my head:

Q: Can you give an example of leverage? A: When your cock is so hard that when you push it down to pee, it lifts your heels off the floor.

Kids, feel free to use that in physics class - if your economics teacher asks, he is referring to a different type of leverage. Well, maybe not that different since it still generally involves dicks.

Anyhow, mission accomplished, I drank a couple glasses of water and fell back in bed, this time to jumbled dreams and restlessness. Frantic images ran through my mind like flashes of something created by Salvador Dali or Stanley Kubrick, until at last I settled into a very satisfying scene of burying my face into a very aroused, very wet, very appreciative pussy while music played softly in the background. Warm, and so wet...

I awoke to Ralph joyously licking my face, wet, slobbery and enthusiastic, his tail at the opposite end set at roughly two hundred WPM (wags per minute) as evidence of his joy in discovering I still lived. The background music I'd been hearing was my cell phone ringing, still in the pocket of my jeans where I'd dropped them on the floor. As I fumbled for it I tried hard not to think about the fact that that damn dog had probably spent thirty minutes blissfully licking his balls before deciding to wake me.

I noticed it was fully light outside about the same time I could make out that it was Kristi calling me.

I managed a drowsy "Hi baby!"

"Well good morning Adam, I was about to give up. Did I wake you?"

"No. Well, kind of. Ralph helped. What time is it anyway?"

"A little after 9:00, sleepyhead. Are you OK? You never sleep this late."

I wasn't ready to say too much, not yet. "Just a late night, and I didn't sleep too well. No big deal. It sure is good to hear your voice though."

She didn't respond immediately, then answered "Yeah, your's too. I've really been wanting to talk to you."

"You didn't answer any of my calls."

"No, I know. I wanted to, but I thought we should just talk once, like I said. If I had answered yesterday, you'd have still called me today, right?"

She had a point there, and I had to concede. "Of course. Or at least I'd have tried. That's OK though, we have a lot of free phone minutes you know."

She laughed, and I loved the sound. "You're a goof, my love. That's not what I meant."

I laughed back, my heart lightened by the sound of her voice, her laugh. "No, I know. I don't suppose you'd like to come over for a few hours, would you?"

She laughed again. "I assume that means you're sitting in bed with a big old morning woody that you want me to attend to."

I looked around suspiciously, but didn't see any cameras. "No. Well, yeah, OK, I am, but that's not what I meant. I'd just really like to see you. You know, just to hold you." Even to me it sounded a little like begging.

"No, I still think we should wait until after you get back from Lake Powell. After you've had some time to work through things. To think about us, you know?."

"I don't need to work through anything Kristi. I love you, I always have. I know that to be true now. I just need you in my life again."

"Is it that easy all of a sudden Adam?"

I knew what she was asking, and I had no answer. I thought about how I had strayed and played, with Rain, then last night with the neighbors. And, of course, I thought of Izzy. I wasn't particularly proud of any of that, especially of hiding Izzy from Kristi, but I saw no reason why any of it would have to continue either. Other than Izzy, of course, who would inevitably and always be a part of me.

What she was asking of me though, even though I was in a panic at the thought of life without her, I was not sure I could find a way cope with. Not one hundres percent sure, which is what she was asking. The silence stretched, and the silence spoke volumes.

She spoke softly. "You see Adam, that's what I mean. You can't even work up a convincing lie."

"Well, come with us to Lake Powell then, and we'll work it out together. We can work through this, I'm sure we can."

"Oh Adam, I just think that would be an incredibly bad idea. Besides, I can't. Jim's out of town that week, and that leaves me as the senior member. We have that closing on the office park out in Golden coming up, and Steve can't handle it, he's still a rookie. It's a major deal, I need to hold his hand."

I knew what she was talking about, a substantial deal that had been a long time coming together, and she had mentioned that Jim, the manager and lead broker of their little group, would be gone. I knew she wouldn't shirk that, even if she wanted to come along. which she obviously didn't.

"Well damn, Kristi! I just can't work up much enthusuiasm for going without you. Plus, that means it will be over two weeks, almost three, before I see you again. That sucks!"

"Adam, like I said before, just go and have fun and relax with your friends, the time will fly by, you'll see, and maybe you'll reach a real decision. It'll do you good. Pick up some bimbo to take along and screw yourself into a coma if you need to. How about that little Dana girl that you work with, she's cute?"

I laughed, a little bitterly. "Well, first, I don't want to take any other girl. Second, Dana's no bimbo. She's twenty one and working on her doctorate for Pete's sake, she's brilliant! And third, she thinks I'm ancient, old enough to be her grandfather or something. I really only want you there."

Kristi laughed again. "Sorry grandpa, no can do."

"What about you, during all that time?"

She knew what I was asking now, the tables turned on her, and it was her turn to fall silent.

"Well?"

Her voice was low, hard to hear. "I'll be faithful to you Adam, until you get back. Until you decide. I was for over a year and a half you know, and you were gone a lot."

I believed her, maybe just because I wanted to. "I know you were. So why..."

"I don't know Adam, because I was weak and stupid I guess, because I convinced myself that it was no big deal, maybe because I thought you would understand...I just don't know." She paused. "Aren't we covering old ground?"




Adam's Journey Pt. 31



Later that afternoon as I worked around home I heard the sound of kids playing over at Ron and Kori's place, and looked out the window in time to see one of Sue's daughters jump off the diving board into the pool. Sue hadn't wasted any time taking Kori up on her offer, and it sounded like the girls were having a blast. I couldn't see Sue anywhere, but a large portion of their pool area is not visible from my patio, and I was sure she was there.

I packed up, both for my work trip as well as the trip to the lake which was to follow, ending up with my usual duffel bag of jeans and heavy duty work wear and two smaller ones, mostly t-shirts, shorts, and swim trunks, for the lake. As I loaded up my Jeep I saw Sue and her girls walking home across the street, the girls each carrying an inflatable pool toy. All were wearing flip-flops, and Sue, trailing the girls, had a light, open cover-up over her suit.

She saw me and turned and waved, and I could see that she was wearing a fairly brief bikini, bright green, the top of which was doing yeoman's duty containing her ample breasts. She saw my smile and did a little wiggle, shaking her big titties at me very enticingly. I laughed and waved her off, reluctantly heading in to finish getting my stuff together.

After loading up I did a quick mental check list to be sure I had everything, then found myself at loose ends an hour or so before my scheduled dinner date with Kori and Ron. I put on clean shorts and a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and grabbed a beer from the fridge, then walked over to see if Kori was home yet. To my surprise I found Ronnie kicked back by the pool on his chaise lounge, looking very relaxed in his swim trunks and sunglasses.

"Hey Ronnie, I didn't expect to see you here already. I thought your lovely wife might be home."

"Nah, I knocked off a little early but she's running a little late. Are you disappointed?"

"Completely, but you win some and you lose some." I took the chair next to his, and noticed him eyeing my beer. He, very uncharacteristically, did not have a drink in hand.

He nodded toward my beer. "I don't suppose you brought another of those, maybe in your pocket or something?"

"No, but I can get you one if you're too lazy to get up. Would you have just laid there and died of thirst if I hadn't shown up?" I stood and headed for his bar area.

"Possibly. Hey, I want one like you're having, you know, from your private stock."

"What the hell are you talking about, you've got the same thing right here?" I held up the bottle from his fridge.

"Yeah, but for some reason they taste better when you pay for them. I wonder why that is."

"Funny guy. How about I just give you this and a couple bucks from my wallet?"

He considered that. "Yeah, that should work."

I handed him his beer, and dropped two singles on his stomach. He pocketed my cash and took a long pull on the bottle, then smacked his lips. "Amazing how much better that tastes when you're buying! What an odd phenomenon."

"Yeah, you're a butt. I can't imagine what Kori sees in you. Hey, Sue and her girls came over and used your pool for awhile, sounded like they really enjoyed it."

"Yeah, I know. I was here, been here all afternoon. Cute kids, and mom's got some major quality boobage going on there. How has that lived across the street all this time and we've barely noticed it?"

I laughed, knowing how much Ron loves a big set of knockers. If he had been sitting there enjoying Sue's big rack all afternoon Kori was in for a fun time tonight! "Yeah, I know. I think she spends her days cleverly disguised as a mild-mannered housewife and mother, then when danger threatens she transforms into Supermams, able to leap tall hard-ons in a single bound!"

Ron shook his head, laughing at our clowning around. Amazing what a nice set of hooters will do to two grown men!

"Seriously though, she seems like a real nice lady. She mentioned that they had you over for dinner last night."

I gave a non-committal "Uh-huh."

"She thinks very highly of you apparently. She couldn't stop singing your praises. It's obvious she doesn't know you very well yet."

I chuckled. "Well, I can't argue with you there. They seem like really nice folks though, and Rick, you know, her husband, can really cook. Gourmet stuff, not like me and you."

He eyed me, waiting for more, which was not forthcoming. "So tell me buddy, why, every time she would talk about you, did her nipples pop out like a couple of big ol' strawberries?"

I laughed. "You're imagining things Ron, you know how you are around a great set of tits."

"I didn't imagine those pal, they were way too good for my imagination. You know if you don't tell me I'll just have to turn Kori loose to worm it out of you."

I groaned, knowing he would. "Well, at least that way I only have to tell it once. What's K planning for dinner, do you know?" 

Ron frowned, trying to remember, then brightened. "Burritos. Her burritos and green chile, she knows how much you like that."

"Jeez, that's kind of a lot of trouble, especially considering she's late getting home. Maybe we should just call in a pizza or something."

He shook his head. "Nah, she wanted to give you a good send-off, and she already bought all the stuff."

I did love Kori's Mexican cooking, she used recipes she had gotten from some Hispanic friends of hers, very authentic. Her green chile was the best, flavorful and spicy. "Well, maybe I'll go see if I can do a little prep work for her, cutting up stuff and all, try to save her a little time and effort."

Ron frowned. "OK, now you're just trying to make me look bad, spoiling my wife like that. What's the big idea?"

I laughed at him, knowing that if I didn't make a pre-emptive strike he and Kori would soon be laboring over dinner while I sat out there on my ass. He'd help her, he just wouldn't start without her.

"Ronnie, you don't need my help to make you look bad, you drive that poor woman like a galley slave. Sit, relax, I know my way around."

I went on in and started working on the prep stuff. I did know my way around their kitchen, having spent so much time there, and I'd helped both Ron or Kori with stuff in the past when they would throw parties and all. I found and diced up the green chile peppers and just a couple of jalapenos, discarding the seeds and keeping the hotter peppers separated so that Kori could adjust to taste.

I also cubed up and browned the piece of pork tenderloin she had bought for the chile, and was just starting on getting the ground beef and refried beans out when she showed up.

"Adam, what are you doing?" 

"Oh, just thought I'd give you a hand with this since you were running kind of late."

"Wow! That's so sweet!" She came over and gave me a quick kiss, then looked around at what I'd done, as I looked at her. She was wearing a closely tailored business suit in blue-gray, and it was very flattering to her figure, emphasizing her full bust and narrow waist, with the skirt and jacket both flaring out over her shapely hips. Her white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to suggest her deep cleavage, and the slit in the skirt showed a nice amount of shapely leg, tightly encased in tan nylons. The low black heels stayed with the overall conservative feel. She looked great, expensive and confident, and I told her so.

"Thanks, you're so sweet! Board meeting today, I should know those always run late."

I knew she sat on the board of one of her charities, a smallish local non-profit to which she was very dedicated. She quickly took over the prep, getting her chile mixed up and simmering, then giving me a little direction on what to do next while she went up and changed clothes.

She soon came back wearing one of her smaller bikinis and a gauzy cover up that covered up very little, and I looked her up and down, whistling.

"Yikes! That's how you go from hot executive type to just plain hot in under two minutes! Wow!"

She laughed. "Well, you know how much I hate having clothes on. This feels way better."

She got herself a glass of wine from the fridge, Reisling, I think, and we moved around each other getting things set up until everything was at the stage where it just needed cooking time. I was very aware of her body, and of the scent of her perfume when we got close to each other, and thought briefly about the fact that I still had close to ten hours left on that thirty six hour Cialis, if indeed it worked that way.

Leaving things simmering, we walked out to join Ron by the pool, me trailing her and admiring her shape and the swing of her hips as she walked. When she bent down to kiss Ron I tried not to notice how her snug bikini bottoms clung to her and so plainly outlined her pussy, but I couldn't seem to look away. I suppose because I'm such a pig.

Ron smiled up at her, his love for her apparent on his face. "Hi baby. I'm so glad you're home. Another kiss, please?"

She bent again, again displaying her assets to me, and I felt myself hardening and quickly took a seat on one of the lounges. Ron asked Kori to get each of us another beer while she was up, and we both watched her walk across the pool deck, mesmerized.

Ron chuckled softly. "Damn I'm a lucky guy!"

"That you are, my friend, I'm just glad you realize it."

She came back, carrying the two beers, and saw us smiling at her. She smiled back, tilting her head quizzically. "What?" 

She passed me my beer, and when she reached out with Ron's he caught her arm and pulled her down with him, nuzzling her neck. "We're both just trying to figure out how I got so lucky, baby."

They kissed and nuzzled together for a few minutes, enjoying each other, and I drank my beer. Their affectionate displays used to bother me a little, early on, but now I'm used to them and don't feel self-conscious when they make out a little. I do admire their love for each other, and the fact that they are not afraid to show it.

They settled back after a brief time, snuggled together, and Ron remembered about Sue. "Oh, hey honey, our little neighbor lady came over for a swim with her kids today. She's pretty nice."

I cut in. "Yeah, and she's got big boobs. I'm pretty sure Ron found her charming."

He leapt to his own defense. "Hey, you're the one she kept talking about! Honey, it seems our friend Adam had dinner with Sue and Rick last night - this sucker never seems to eat at his own house - and she couldn't stop singing his praises."

Kori turned and looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Really Adam? You know you're going to have to tell us that story, don't you?"

I groaned. He had threatened to turn her loose on me, and he hadn't wasted any time.

"C'mon K, can't a guy have any privacy?"

"Well, you already told me what they wanted to do, remember? So did you? Do it, I mean?"

I could see that she would never relent, I've known her long enough to know that, so I told them a slightly modified version. I was still uncomfortable with and somewhat ashamed of what I thought of as the more gay aspects of the evening, and so I left them out. I know it's silly, I should own up to it. It had felt good, really, and it was between consenting adults, everyone involved had enjoyed it and no innocent bystanders were harmed, but still...

I just had some hang-ups that I couldn't tamp down, and this was one of them. A huge one, it seemed. Things were moving way too fast for me, an old leopard trying to change it's spots far too suddenly.

I painted it more as a traditional threesome, something they had wanted to experiment with and we had all enjoyed, and didn't make it too graphic.

When I had finished, Kori pumped her fist and said "Yesss!!"

I looked at her. "What's that about?"

"I won my bet. Kristi bet me that you'd wimp out and not do it, even though she told you to go ahead, but my money was on you."

"You bet money on me fucking Sue? Jesus Kori!" I was amazed at this, it was too weird.

"Well, no, not money. That's just an expression. We bet a prize to be claimed later. Kristi now has to do one thing I tell her to do, no matter what it is, and right now neither of us knows what it might be. I'll be looking forward to collecting."

I turned to Ron. "Damn! I suppose you were in on this too?"

He held his hands up, palms out, waving me off. "Nope, no, not me buddy! Although I'd have sure kicked your ass if you had passed up that opportunity. The Male Society of America would have probably come and taken your balls away, since you wouldn't be using them."

I shook my head, feeling a little used and a little abused, but the thoughts of what kinds of things Kori might demand of Kristi played in my mind, hardening my cock and quickening my pulse, and then dinner was ready and we went in to eat, me attempting to hide my extra bulge. The Cialis was apparently still working quite well, and my erection was very slow to recede. 

They dropped the topic of my evening with the neighbors while we ate dinner, and we focused on our upcoming trip instead. We enjoyed the spicy repast as we finalized plans on when and where to meet, who would bring what, etc., and after dinner, as Kori cleaned up a little, Ron and I pulled up a couple of maps on his computer just to be sure we had our facts straight. We had never been to Lake Powell before, but there are limited access points and it seemed pretty straightforward.

The only real unknown we had was how long it would take me to drive there from my job site in Wyoming, and a Google trip map helped some with that. If I got there too far ahead of them there was a nice little resort hotel near the marina, or I could always sack out in my car for awhile. If they got there early they'd have the boat, of course, and I was sure they could keep each other entertained.

With the details settled, we put away the data we'd gathered and refreshed our drinks before heading back out to their patio, taking seats near the pool. Ron had switched to Scotch, and I had Kori pour me about half a glass of Reisling when she poured her own. This would be my last, I had to get home and to bed soon since I only had about 6 more hours before my alarm would be going off in the early darkness to send me back to work.

I took one of the chairs, leaning back comfortably, while Ron stretched out on the chaise lounge. Kori took the chair across the low table from mine, sitting forward on the edge and looking at me intently. I knew what was coming, and didn't have long to wait.

"So, now do we get the real details of your evening with Sue and her hubby?"

"K, there's really not much more to tell. It was just a threesome, like in the stories you read, something they wanted to try, and I fucked Sue while her Rick watched and joined in. It was fun, pretty wild for me, but pretty strange too."

"Did you cum in her mouth?"

I was shocked she'd asked that, so flat out like that. "Damn, K, I guess I should have taped it for you!"

"Ooooh, I wish you had! So - answer me!"

"Yeah, I did, sort of. She's pretty talented at that, you know, blowjobs, and she seems to really enjoy doing it."

Ron had been listening, not speaking, but now he asked "How do you 'sort of' cum in her mouth?"

Talking to them about this, despite how close we all are, was proving very uncomfortable for me. "Well, you know, in her mouth and on her face. And, uh, in her husband's face."

"No shit? They were both blowing you?" Ron's kinky side was clearly awake, his interest piqued.

"No, well, c'mon guys. Let's just say he was within range and Sue was doing the aiming." A small lie.

Kori jumped back in. "Did he freak out?"

"Um, no, just the opposite. He seemed to really get off on that."

Ron laughed. "Man! Who'd of figured you'd finally stray from the straight and narrow and instantly fall in with the Kink-meisters. My guess is you were probably the one that freaked, right?" 

"I guess, maybe a little. It was kinda weird for me, but it was a pretty erotic evening. Really kind of fun. Definitely different."

Kori stood up and crossed to me, straddling my right leg then lowering herself down so that she was sitting on my thigh facing me. I was instantly aware of the heat of her pussy pressed against my bare thigh, her tiny suit barely separating flesh from flesh. Her back was to Ronnie, but I could see him. He was just watching us, waiting for Kori to make the next move.

She was looking at me, from just a foot or so away, and I held her gaze.

"That was pretty hot Adam, but you know what would be even better?" 

I assumed it a rhetorical question and didn't answer, and she went on. "You should have cum inside of her, while her husband just stood there and watched, you should have given her back to him all full of your cum. That would have been hot. From what you said, I bet he would have loved it."

"Umm, well..."

She realized what I was hinting at and slapped my arm. "You did, didn't you? You came in her pussy, right in front of her husband! Oh, damn, that's so sick! I love it!"

Ronnie was kind of laughing too, more in surprise that I had done it. Or maybe that I had admitted it. "You make me proud Adam, proud to be a man. I never would have guessed you had it in you!"

"Well, I don't anymore. Sue does."

They both laughed at that, and I became aware that Kori was slowly humping herself against my leg, clearly very aroused and possibly unaware she was even doing it. I was also painfully aware that her pussy was now not only very hot, but also quite moist through her suit, and that my cock was totally hard and forming an obvious ridge in my pants.

She went on. "That's incredible, right here in our little neighborhood. Who knew? How did he react when you came in his wife?"

"You really want to know?" 

"Of course!"

"He went down on her." They both just looked at me.

"I swear, he fucking went down on her and ate her pussy like it was the best thing he'd ever had! She had cum just running out of her and his cock was hard a stone and he lapped up every drop, he polished her clean for the next ten minutes or so. It was amazing!"

Kori was humping my leg harder now, pressing down, and hard enough that I was sure Ronnie was aware of it, and her neck and chest were getting kind of flushed and red. My leg was actually getting wet under her.

Ron watched her for a second or two, then shook his head. "That may be the grossest thing I ever heard!"

I could tell Kori didn't fully agree, and I was of mixed feelings myself, having witnessed the result.

"Yeah, maybe. Or maybe he did it for her, because he flat out lit her up. I mean, she came like a fucking rocket, she loved it. I thought she had cum good while I was fucking her, but when he did that to her she just exploded. She must have cum ten times."

Kori, very matter-of-factly, said "I would have."

Realizing what was happening to her, how aroused she was, and that she was about to bring herself to orgasm on my leg, I put my hands on her thighs and stopped her rocking. She looked at me, and I gave just a slight shake of my head, telling her no.

I'll never know why Ron didn't stop her, or stop us. I can't imagine that he wanted his wife to get off, with me, while he watched, but as always he let her forge ahead and stayed out of her way. Like I said, his attitude is always so damn ambiguous!

Realizing that I had no intention of satisfying her (or of allowing her to satisfy herself) she pushed off of me and crossed to Ron. 

"Go home Adam. Go home and go to bed and we'll see you in a week or so. Unless you want to stay and watch me fuck my husband, because that's what I'm going to do right now."

So saying, she popped her top and dropped it to the ground, her bikini bottom immediately following, and lowered herself into Ron's arms.

I scrambled to leave, my cock rigid and aching. I could have stayed and watched, I think, but I couldn't bring myself to. The last thing I saw was Kori tugging at Ron's pants as he squeezed her breast. 




Adam's Journey Pt. 32



I had heard a few rumors about a run-in between her and Brian, but wanted to get the story straight from the source, so I opened with that.

"Hi Dana. Why don't you sit down and we can talk for a few minutes."

She looked a little apprehensive as she took a seat. "Have I done something wrong?"

I laughed. "No, not as far as I know. Don't believe the stories the other guys tell you about me, they're just trying to scare you." I tried to put her at ease. "I'm way too easy on everyone around here and they know it. No, I just wanted to ask you if you were having any particular problems around the place, with any of the guys."

She leaned back and looked at me silently for a long time, and for the first time I noticed the bright gold flecks in her beautiful brown eyes. "I'm guessing you already know all about it."

I shrugged. "Rumors. I wanted to get the truth. And relax, I know what Brian is like, so don't expect me to take his side."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing, I haven't asked him. I said I wanted the truth."

She paused for a moment, biting her lip as she considered her reply. "OK, look. I can take the sexual banter with these guys, all the kidding around, and I really don't mind. We're all lonely, and it's harmless and it's kind of fun. Most of these guys are great, and I consider them my friends; but Brian, well, he just pushes it too far."

"Yeah, that sounds like our Brian."

"I mean he gets just gross, and he's relentless, he just doesn't know when to quit. That's all bad enough, but..."

I could see that she was hesitant about continuing, and so gently prodded her.

"Go on Dana. I need to hear this."

"Well, last week he trapped me in the hall. I had my hands full and just my robe on and he pinned me up against the wall and started rubbing up against me. He had a hard-on and he was pushing it against my ass, humping me. I told the bastard to quit, but he didn't." She didn't blush as she told the details, her indignation overriding any embarrassment she may have felt..

I had heard that something bad had apparently happened between them, in the hall near the showers, but nobody seemed to know the details. This was shaping up to be considerably worse that I had hoped.

"So what happened?"

"Thank goodness Harley came in just then and Brian backed off. He knew enough to not get caught. I gave him an elbow to his belly, and slapped his face, and Harley saw that part. Fucking Brian just laughed."

That pretty much matched what Harley had told me. Harley is a gentle bear of a man, in his early fifties. He's big, about 6'6" and probably close to 300 pounds, very little of it gone to fat. He's extremely competent, generally quiet and has a good sense of humor, and I knew he had taken a somewhat protective, fatherly attitude toward Dana. I thought Brian was very fortunate that Harley hadn't disassembled him on the spot.

"I'm going to need you to file a sexual harassment complaint, we can probably get Brian canned and booted out of here. Harley will back you up."

She looked at me speculatively for a minute or two, considering that. "Adam, if it's OK, I'd rather just deal with this myself."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Agitated, defensive, she stood and crossed her arms. "C'mon Adam, me fitting in around here, and being accepted by the guys, that relies on me being able to take care of myself. You know that. If I go crying to mommy I might as well just pack up and go home, and I'm not willing to do that!"

She was right. She had garnered respect by fitting in and being self-sufficient and capable, something the men expected of each other and admired about her. Going all official and reporting Brian, regardless of the fact it was warranted, would undo that trust. I was amazed that someone so young had that insight, and the will to deal with it.

"You're wise beyond your years Dana, and you're right. OK, I'll give you a little leeway, but only a little. One more hiccup and we do it my way, there's not three strikes in this game. And you're going to sign and date something for me saying we had this talk, and you chose to go this route. I'm not happy about it, and I won't get hung out to dry."

She had agreed, thanking me for trying to help, and had gone her own way. Less than a week later I noticed a massive change in Brian's behavoir around Dana, no more teasing and abuse at all. It actually seemed to me that he avoided her, leaving the room when she was around and keeping his eyes averted, refusing to look her in the face. Whatever she had done to shut him up, we all appreciated it. I was actually relieved to see it, and again I heard rumors of how the change came about, but did not know the whole story. I planned to ask her about it someday, and felt confident that she'd tell me.

We had bounced and jounced our way to the first remote site and completed the work there, moving on to the second. It was a little after noon when we arrived at the second site, and we broke for lunch before doing the needed work. We had packed sandwiches and soft drinks in a cooler, strapped to her machine, and she brought it over. The day had heated up and we had both shed our long sleeved shirts, me to a t-shirt and her to a sleeveless knit top that was very flattering to her high, round breasts. I tried not to notice as the cool breeze made her nipples stand out, and, as usual, I failed.

She stretched her arms overhead, which didn't help, and groaned as her stiff muscles stretched out. "Mmm, damn! Those things are fun to ride, but they kind of beat the shit out of you after awhile."

I moved my shoulders around, loosening up. "Just be glad you're not my age. I keep hearing things creak and pop."

She laughed. "Yeah, you're so old. You've gotta be what, all of nine or ten years older than me? Cowboy up Adam, or I'll take your hat away."

I was wearing my Stetson, wanting the wide brim to keep the sun off better. She had a baseball cap, a red Cardinals number to shade her eyes and nose, and with her short hair she looked really cute in it. She took it off and dropped it on the ground, running her hands through her hair, which was a little sweaty, like my own.

I dropped my hat as well, lowering myself onto a flat rock in the shade and taking the sandwich she held out, and a cold Pepsi. We ate in silence for awhile, me admiring her profile as she looked out across the low sagebrush hills, her eyes following a small herd of antelope as they grazed about a quarter mile away. "It's so pretty out here. I love this country, so open and big."

As she said this she turned and caught me looking at her. She smiled and, tilting her head to one side, said "Were you looking at me?"

"Guilty. You're a very pretty girl, nice to look at. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, it's a nice compliment. But I'm a woman Adam, not a girl." She looked back out at the antelope. "I sure wish I'd brought shorts along, it's getting hot and I could get some sun on my legs."

"The brush would tear you up, riding through it."

"I know that, not for riding, just for sitting here, and while we work on the equipment."

I took a small plunge, teasing her. "We're adults, you could strip to your underwear while you work if you wanted. I think I can handle that."

She laughed again. "I'm sure you could! And I would probably take you up on that, if I was wearing any."

That shut me up, then left me stammering and probably blushing. "Oh. Well. Yeah, I guess that does complicate things. Forget I said that."

She laughed again. "You're so funny, the way you react to stuff. It's cute. Do you know that's the first time you've kidded with me like that? You and Tony are the only ones that haven't hit on me, in all the time I've been here, and Tony's gay. You're not, right?" 

"Right, I'm not. But I had someone special, and I thought you got enough grief from the other guys. Wait, you think Tony's gay?"

She caught the past-tense. "You had someone special? Not anymore?" She ignored my question about Tony.

I shrugged. "It's complicated. I don't know right now, so let's leave it at that. And I wasn't really hitting on you, just teasing. Although, now that you mention it..."

She looked at me, trying to see if I was still teasing. "I wouldn't mind being naked around you, it wouldn't be scary. I feel very comfortable and safe with you."

I shook my head, smiling. "That's not necessarily something a guy wants to hear from a beautiful younger woman, that he's safe and comfortable. Like her grandpa, maybe."

She giggled, the first time I'd ever heard her do that. "I meant it in a good way, just that you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to."

"Well, that's true, I suppose."

She stood and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down. "I hope you're going to join me. It would be a little weird to be the only one naked."

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and began to wiggle out of them, but I stopped her. "Dana..." 

She stopped and looked at me, the waistband of her jeans pushed down to the top of her thighs. The lower part of her flat tummy and much of her trim little brown bush were very visible, and it was an effort to tear my eyes away and return to her face.

"Dana, I'm not going to get naked with you. It's a lovely thought, believe me, but just a bad idea on so many levels."

"Why is it a bad idea Adam? It seems like a pretty OK idea to me." She made no effort to turn away or cover herself up, and I caught myself looking at her sex again and turned away. My mouth had gone dry, and I could feel the beginnings of an erection coming on. I was already horny from lack of sex and from being around her, and this, well...

She laughed as I turned away. "Don't strain a muscle trying not to look. If I minded you looking at me I sure wouldn't take my clothes off, now would I?

"C'mon Dana, this just has problems written all over it. Too many reasons not to do this, and only one reason in favor."

"What reasons Adam? If you're embarassed because you're small or something, don't be. I'm not hung up on big cocks, I like 'em any size." She laughed. "That sounded a little slutty, but you know what I mean. Not everyone has a perfect body."

Easy for her to say, since she had an extremely nice and quite possibly perfect one herself!

"No Dana, that's not it. There's just a lot of reasons..."

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters, my ass hasn't much seen the sun since I was about three years old. It's so white it would scare the antelope, and that sun will blister me in about ten minutes. Second, I'm kind of your boss when Carl is off-site, and getting tangled up with subordinates is always bad news, and third, you've avoided any sexual tangles with all the guys up 'til now. Why start now, and why me?"

Before she could answer (and I was very curious to hear her answer to that last one) I went on: "Plus, we're out here in the open where anyone could see, we have work to do, and I'm way older than you."

She left her jeans pushed part-way down and pulled her top off over her head. I was right, she had a perfect body, young, tight, and flawless, her breasts high and firm and her rosy nipples erect and perfectly matched. Now I really didn't want her seeing mine.

"That is quite a list Adam. Let's see, where should I start? First, about the sunburn, I have sunscreen in my pack and I'll be happy to rub some on your white ass, or anywhere else you think you might need it. As far as being out in the open, who are you afraid is going to see us, the antelope, the prairie dogs, or the sage grouse?"

I couldn't argue those points, sunscreen works well, and her rubbing it on me, hmmm... And about the open space, she was right, there was nobody within miles of us.

She went on. "We have plenty of time to get our work done. We can work naked, it'll be fun. You're not that much older than me, and I don't care about that, and as far as you being my boss, that doesn't matter either. That idea about being your subordinate, now that has some serious fun potential."

I looked at her and saw her grin, enjoying kidding me. I had to laugh at her spirit, and fun but assertive nature. She saw me looking at her body, and seemed to recognize that I really liked what I saw. I was hard, and, being so horny, very tempted.

"So, was that all?" 

"No, you didn't answer the main one. Why me? Why not one of the other guys?" I really wanted to hear her answer to that one. For the last couple of weeks, except for the fact that it did not take place at a small midwestern college, my life had felt like something out of Penthouse Forum. This was just not me, not my normal life. There was always Izzy of course, but that's the thing. Izzy had always been there, from the beginning.

I've dated and slept with a few other women over the years, but always in that order, and always the traditional one man, one woman, get to know each other, build a relationship path to sex. Once even all the way to marriage, which pretty much ended the sex part. Now, with Rain, and the experience with Kristi, and then Sue and Rick, and now maybe Dana, this was just not my life. I just didn't have sudden, unexpected, spontaneous sex with near strangers, I had always had to work for it.

Not that I didn't enjoy the chase, but women don't usually hit on me, I'm not that handsome, smooth, studly, lady-killer type, and had experienced some long dry spells. I waited for her to answer.

"Why not you, Adam? And who says I'm not involved with any of the other guys?"

That surprised me, completely. "Are you?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm young, healthy, and have normal needs and desires, and it gets lonely out here if I wall myself off from everyone. Damn, I have all these guys around me every day, and every night - I'm not a nun, Adam."

"No way you're sleeping around! Who? I would have heard about it!"

She shook her head. "It's called discretion, boss. We're discreet, and very careful, kind of like being way out here. And the 'who' is none of your business."

I just looked at her, still a little surprised. I don't know why I was surprised, I'm maybe a little naive, I guess. I think she thought I was still waiting for an answer.

"OK then. Justin, for one. Are you happy?"

That made some sense, Justin was her age, although nowhere near her achievement level or intelligence. He was our errand boy and delivery driver that would drive the long miles into town for supplies and other necessities as needed, and do odd jobs when called upon. A nice kid, and good looking, but he had probably already reached the pinnacle of his career. Still, they had bonded over their common age and music tastes, and fate had thrown them together out here in the boonies, etc, and I could see that, how they might eventually come together.

"Dana, I guess that makes sense. Look, I'm not judging you, and what you do on your own time, well, just be careful, OK?"

"We are. And Harley, Adam."

That took me a second. "Harley? You're sleeping with Harley? He's more than twice your age! I thought he looked at you like a daughter or something, the way he watches over you. I don't believe that!"

She smiled. "Be nice Adam. And no, not exactly like a daughter. He cares for me though, and I do for him too. He's very sweet, and so gentle for such a big man. And yeah, he's older, but boy, does he know stuff! And that old saying about big hands or big feet, well that applies to him for sure!"

I knew exactly what she meant, and gave a quick laugh. "I thought you said that didn't matter to you."

"I said it didn't matter, I didn't say I didn't like it! Big is fun, but Justin isn't very big, or very talented. Just really, really enthusiastic!"

That had me laughing out loud, she really was turning out to be a delight.

"You are a revelation, Dana. We should probably get to work, though."

She held her hands out to her sides and let me look at her, her beautiful semi-nakedness. "Are you really sure you want to turn this down? Are you positive you're not gay?"

"I'm not gay, and no, I don't want to turn you down. But I need to. Are we OK with that?"

She shrugged. "I guess. Do you care if I leave my top off?" 

"No, that would be lovely. I'll even take my shirt off so you don't feel out of place."

I did, and she looked at me. "Cool. You look nice, good pecs. Let's get to work, boss." 

She took our shirts and dropped them on the seat of her ATV, then got her laptop out, connected to the unit, and went to work. I just had routine maintenence at this site, making sure the solar panels that were used to charge the batteries for the equipment were functioning OK, and that all the sensors were still in place. Her work should have taken longer than mine, but I kept sneaking looks at her, and so was getting very little accomplished.

I had noticed several times that she had a small smile playing about her lips, and when she looked up and caught me looking (for about the 50th time), she laughed.

"Why do you always look away so fast, like you're caught with your hand in the cookie jar? It's OK to for you to look at me, I really don't mind. You're kind of giving me a big ego boost."

I had to kind of laugh at myself too, it was foolish for me to be so uncomfortable with her semi-nudity when she so obviously was not.

"Just reflex, Dana. Guys don't like to get busted ogling the women, especially by the ogle-ee."

"Would it be easier for you if I put my top back on?"

"Easier, yes, but not nearly as enjoyable. No, I'll be fine. You look incredibly beautiful, and you might as well be comfortable."

She thanked me, and we worked in silence for awhile, and I continued to enjoy her body. I've heard it said that if you go to nude beaches or nudist camps it becomes very normal very quickly, and you don't really notice the nudity after awhile. I'm afraid it might take me years to get to that stage, especially if very many of the women looked anywhere near as nice as Dana. Or Kristi or Kori for that matter, or Izzy, Rain, or Sue. I had to admit that even Lisa has a great body. Fuck it, I just love the female form in all its variety, and I'll admit to being a lech!

I was the first to break the silence. "So you're really involved with Harley, huh? Amazing! How did you keep him from killing Brian when he walked in on him assaulting you?"

She laughed. "It wasn't easy, believe me. Harley wanted to twist Brian's head off and squeeze out the contents, if any. I told him the same thing I told you, that I had to handle it myself and that I didn't want him to butt in." She paused for a moment. "I was really surprised how angry he got about it, he always seems so quiet and gentle, just good old easygoing Harley, you know?"

I stood up and looked at her. "I'm not surprised at all. He obviously cares a lot about you, and he's old school. In his mind you just don't treat women that way, and if he sees it, it becomes his job to protect you. A little different type of respect for women between him and Brian, huh?"

"But I can take care of myself!"

"I know, but he wasn't raised around today's strong, independent women Dana, remember that. It's a code of honor thing for him."

She smiled softly, and her eyes sparkled. "He's really very sweet. And sexy, like a big teddy bear."

I grinned at her description, nodding. "Just don't hurt him, Dana. His wife died about two and a half years ago, and I thought for awhile he might too. He really struggled with that. He's really only started to get back to his more normal self just lately." The little light bulb in my head suddenly clicked on, and I stared at her for a few moments. "Oh. Duh. Well, now it makes more sense."

She looked very serious. "He told me about his wife, Adam, about how she battled the cancer. And he cried, he still hurts. He says I'm the first woman he's been with since then, and I really care for him, but he knows we're not exclusive, he understands that. We just really enjoy being together, and I would never, ever do anything to hurt him."




Adam's Journey Pt. 33



I decided to see about repairing the solar panel first, and when I hooked up the meter I was relieved to see that it was still generating full wattage, which told me the damage was mostly cosmetic. I gently straightened the bent frame, then reinforced it at the damage point with a steel bracket from the tool box, resealing the unit with a little silicone caulk to keep out the elements.

I was walking around it looking at the bent pole when Dana set her laptop down and joined me. "Can you fix that, or does it even matter?"

"I should try at least, we need to get the panels at the correct angle to the sun for peak efficiency." I leaned in and pushed on it, and it barely budged. Dana grabbed the pole below my hands and threw her weight into it as well, but still no luck. Except, of course, for the way she looked leaning forward and straining, her bare arm and side pressed against my own, her breasts suspended from her tensed chest muscles. I had to count that as very lucky for me. My heart was pounding, and it wasn't just from exertion!

We gave up and stepped back. "Well fuck! What's Plan B?" I looked at her as I said that, and I know she watched my eyes momentarily drop to her tits. I couldn't seem to stop them, and in all honesty didn't try very hard.

"For some reason I don't think you're really focusing on the problem, Adam"

"I am a little distracted, you're right. And whose fault is that?"

"Your own. You've been wondering all day what they feel like, haven't you?"

I had to admit that I had - she'd have known I was lying if I said otherwise - but when I made no move to touch her she took my right hand and raised it to her left breast, and I kept it there when she let her hand drop away. She was warm, and soft, with that incredible firm yet yielding resilience that only a fine young female body has, and I cupped her breast in my hand, raising my left hand to her other one, gently touching her.

I heard a soft, sudden intake of breath as my rough fingers grazed across her hard, rosy nipple, and wasn't sure if it was her or me that had made the sound. I formed my hands over her tits, feeling her hard nipples against my palms.

"God Dana, those feel nicer than I could have ever imagined!"

She smiled. "Here, this is the way I like to have my breasts touched." So saying, she turned around, pressing her firm butt to my groin and her warm smooth back against my stomach and chest, reaching back and pulling my arms up around her, and my hands to her breasts. She was right, this was a great way to hold her, and to fondle her tits.

I kissed the top of her head, and cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, enjoying her warmth and the soft weight of her, gradually letting my fingers find their way to her peaked nipples and pinching them gently between my fingers and thumbs, and I heard her gasp out a soft "Ohhh!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, god no. I've been wanting you to do that for hours. It feels really good. You can be a little rougher if you want."

I squeezed a little harder, and took a larger pinch of her areolas and nipples, tugging them gently. I felt the motor in her hips click on, and she began to rub her tight ass against my groin, grinding into me.

"You're hard Adam, I can feel you."

"I'd be kind of embarassed if I wasn't, in this situation."

She laughed, then took my right hand from her breast and pulled it down. I kept it pressed against her stomach, feeling her taut warmth and a light, slick sheen of sweat, and she pulled out the waist of her jeans, pushing my hand inside, toward her sex. My fingertips were toying with the soft curls of hair at the top of her mound, but I could go no further because of her tight pants.

She quickly realized this and unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper, and my hand moved down until my middle finger found the narrow V-cleft at the front of her sex. I went just a little more, until my fingertip touched the hard pebble of her clit, and I felt a shudder run through her body. "Ohhh, my god, that feels so good!"

I pushed my hand further into her pants, my middle finger going further back in her slick groove until I found her vagina, the smooth outer lips of her pussy pressed against my index and ring finger on either side of her opening. She was wet, very wet and slick, and so damn hot, and when I slid my finger inside of her to my second knuckle she contracted on me, squeezing tightly on my finger, and came, groaning and pushing her ass into my groin. I bent my finger forward, pressing against the front wall of her vagina.

I was hyper-conscious of the feel of her against me, and of the smell of the sage around us, and the faint trace of the smell of her shampoo remaining in her hair, and of her body's scent, healthy female sweat, trail dust, her sexual musk, a hint of soap. I buried my face in her short hair, then moved down, kissing and licking the back and side of her neck, tasting her salty sweat and the sage-flavored grit, and my finger continued to work in her sex, slippery now with her own secretions. I made circles on the hard bud of her clit as she came again, and then again, inserting my finger into her as she would cum, wanting to feel her young body contract and clamp so very tightly onto my finger.

She was crying out as she came, telling me when she would reach orgasm, and not to stop, and I pulled her backward with me to the ATV and sat side-saddle on it, pulling her onto my lap where she continued to pump her ass against my hard, denim-clad ridge. 

We somehow managed to push her jeans down to her ankles, where they bunched against the tops of her boots, and she leaned back into me, spreading her legs so that my hand could more readily work her pussy. I had my left arm wrapped around her, alternately squeezing her tits and pressing against her hard stomach, holding her to me, and my right buried between her legs, furiously masturbating her to one orgasm after another as she rubbed against me. She was loud, thrusting her sex against my fingers and crying out, pushing me onwards, but she was right; only the antelope and prairie dogs could hear us, out here on our hilltop.

Finally, after one particularly loud and long orgasm she went completely limp in my arms, and I thought she might have fainted. Or died. That would be tough to explain!

"Dana, honey, are you OK?" 

A long trembling breath, then "Oh yeah, I'm f-f-fine. God! But I'm done, that's all, no more!"

"OK. Relax, I'll just hold you." I did, and she gasped and cried out a minute or two later when I took my hand away from her abused and saturated sex, as my middle finger slid slowly out of her. My fingers were covered with her slippery secretions, and she pulled my hand up to her lips, wanting to taste her own arousal.

She sucked on my middle finger, the one that had been so far inside of her, and when I raised my hand to my own lips she brought hers along, her fingers touching my lips and tongue as I sampled her sweet nectar. This close the overpowering sexual perfume of her sweet pussy on my fingers hammered my senses, and I felt my cock throb luxuriously, almost painfully, with need. God! 

I must have let out a small groan, because she stirred, then struggled to rise. "I'm being so selfish! It's your turn now."

I pulled her back to me. "No, Dana."

She pushed against me. "Yes Adam, you need to, I can tell."

"I do, but no, Dana, we're not going to go there. I'll survive."

She tugged her jeans to her knees and managed to stand up, pulling them up to mid thigh. I couldn't help but notice the slick, wet sheen on her pubic area and upper thighs. She seemed angry.

"Oh, so now I owe you! That's not fair Adam, I don't expect you to do me then quit! I want to do you too, and I can certainly tell you want it. Why not?"

"Jeez Dana, for so many reasons! We shouldn't have done that even, I just got a little carried away because you're so beautiful, and sexy. And you smelled so good."

"Oh, right! Because I smelled good. Damn Adam, I'm all sweaty and dirty, and you're crazy."

"You smell great, healthy and sexy. Like an active, strong, young, horny woman ought to."

That seemed to defuse her anger, and she smiled at the description, but she still wanted to know why I wouldn't let her reciprocate.

I ticked them off on my fingers. "Well, let's see now. A, because I'm your boss. Well, sort of; B, because I'm so much older than you; C, because you're already involved with two guys at the site; D, because you're so much younger than me. What else do you need?"

She shook her head. "Those aren't especially good reasons. And besides, B and D are the same thing."

"OK, how's this then. We're running out of daylight, and we just don't have the time. We need to wrap up here, get to #4, do our work, and still get back home. We didn't bring any supper because we thought we'd get back by eight thirty or so, but we're wa-a-ay behind."

She looked to the west, where the sun was settling down close to the horizon, and she knew I was right. Grudgingly, she said "Well OK, but you owe me one."

"No, I don't think so."

She looked at me, prepared to be angry again, until I said "Actually, you were right the first time. You owe me one. No, now that I think about it, you owe me about ten or twelve. It seemed like you really enjoyed that a lot."

She laughed. "I really did. You may be old, and you may be too shy just because your dick is little, but you know stuff, like Harley does!"

"Dana, give it a rest on the little dick stuff! For someone that said it didn't matter, you sure seem obsessed with it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know guys can be insecure about that, but it's silly. Besides, from what I felt, I don't think you're too small."

"Dana, please. Somehow, big or small, I managed to get you off pretty good, your screaming scared away all the animals."

She turned bright red. "That's so embarrassing! I can't help it, I have to be noisy when it feels that good and I'm enjoying it so much, so don't humiliate me for that please."

I laughed. "Oh no, not at all, I loved it. I could tell by the sounds you made just when I was touching you the way you liked. It was very nice to know that you appreciated my efforts, and you really seemed to."

She grinned. "Whew! I sure did. I'm so relaxed now."

"Good, I'm glad. Let's get to work and get the hell out of here."

I wound up using the winch on the ATV to straighten the pole reasonably well, and I swapped out the old batteries that were no longer charging properly as Dana finished up her work, and we moved on. We never did see the animal that had caused the damage, but I'm pretty sure it was a moose, following the creek down to the lake and stopping off for a good scratch. Given the strength of the mount, it had been something very big and strong.

It was almost dark when we got to #4, the last of the remote sites, and we worked by flashlight and the headlights of the vehicles, finishing off the snacks we had and drinking some water while we worked. The breeze died down, and we heard the coyotes yipping in the distance. It was getting cooler, so we stayed fully dressed there, and it was totally dark well before we moved on, again donning our long sleeves against the evening chill.

There were billions of stars bright in the clear sky above, and we saw two meteorites streak across the sky, close together, just before we came in sight of the lights of the buildings. 

I stopped on the rise about a quarter mile south of the compound, and Dana pulled up beside me, looking down over the small installation.

She shut off her engine. "Ah, home sweet home."

I shut mine off as well, wondering why she had done so. "More like dump sweet dump, don't you think?"

She laughed. "Oh c'mon, it's not that bad. We could be sleeping in tents, on the ground, with no running water."

I snorted. "Wrong! You could be, maybe. I'd be way too busy working on a career change." I'd lived like that enough already, doing early exploration in various areas of the U.S. and a couple of foreign countries.

"Well, I don't think it's all that bad. We're pretty comfortable, really."

"No, you're probably right. You just haven't been up here as long as I have, girl. Well, should we head down to our little slice of heaven on earth?"

She put her hand on my arm. "Wait. I just wanted to tell you, while we're still alone, how much I enjoyed today."

I smiled at her. "Trust me Dana, that was entirely my pleasure. I should be thanking you for giving an old guy like me such a thrill. Getting to explore your incredible little hot bod was a treat."

She smiled back. "Yeah that was a lot of fun, you old man you, but I'm talking about the whole day. It was the first time I actually felt like I saw the real you."

I frowned. "I'm always the real me."

"No, not like today. You're usually so reserved, or aloof, even. You don't seem to kid around much, you're usually all business, and I wasn't really sure you even knew how to have fun."

I didn't know what to say. I shrugged. "I don't know, Dana. I don't intend to come across that way. I guess I just focus on things too much sometimes and shut everything else out. And everyone."

"You shouldn't. You're really a lot of fun. I'm kind of sad that it's taken me months to find that out. Maybe being out there, where there are no walls, made all your own walls come crashing down."

Here was yet another person, another sweet woman, telling me that I had walls around myself. I was starting to think maybe they had a point, it couldn't be just coincidence that they used the exact same words. "Could be Dana, I do love being out in the back country. There have been a lot of things going on in my life too, eye opening things, that might have something to do with it. You're not the first woman to tell me I close myself off to people."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I looked at her. It would be easy to open up to her, but what would it accomplish? "No, I guess not. It's awfully late, we should probably head in. Your boyfriends will be worried about you."

She laughed. "Don't be tacky! Harley always told me what a great guy you are, and how much you helped him through his wife's death, but I never saw that side of you until today. Thanks for sharing and letting your guard down a little, and if you ever want to talk..."

"Thanks Dana, I appreciate that. Harley's a really great guy, we've known each other a long time. We've weathered a few storms together, literally and figuratively."

"He thinks the world of you."

"Likewise." I paused. "You know what I said about this place being a dump? Well, you being here these last few months has really made it much more bearable. Enjoyable, even. You brighten the place up a lot, I know all the guys sure enjoy having you around."

"All the guys? What about you, Adam?"

"Yeah Dana, me too. You do a great job, you're bright and fun, you probably saved my friend Harley, and watching you wiggle your cute little butt around here has definitely triggered more than a few late night lecherous fantasies and potentially embarassing erections."

She laughed. "Good, then it's working."

I laughed too. "Come on Dana, let's head in, it's really late."

"OK. You should laugh more Adam, it sounds really nice."

"I'll try to remember that." We fired up the machines and headed down, pulling them up to the storage shed a few minutes later. We still needed to unload and put away all the equipment and refill the gas tanks, which were always topped off in order to be ready for any emergency. The set-up and clean-up of any job always seems to be the worst drudgery of the whole thing, and we were tired, but we set to it.

We had just started when a voice interrupted us.

"You finally made it back. Everyone was starting to worry about you two. Any problems?"

We turned and found Brian, of all people, standing there watching us. I'm not sure who was more shocked, me or Dana. I found my voice first.

"Not anything major, just a little animal damage out at number three. We got it fixed up pretty workable, but we should take a little extra repair equipment next time we go out, the solar set-up got kind of banged up."

"Oh. OK. I'll make up a work order." He stood there awkwardly for a moment or two, until I broke the impasse.

"Were you waiting up for us?"

"Uh, no, not really. I just heard the four-wheelers and walked over. Um, you know, you guys both look really tired. I could put all that stuff away for you if you want, and gas those things up, while you go get cleaned up, or go to bed, or whatever. I mean you know, if you want to."

I was blown away! I wanted to grab this guy and ask him what he had done with Brian, but then I decided I liked this guy a lot better and didn't want to push my luck. Before I could say anything, Dana stepped in seamlessly.

"Thanks Brian, that would be really nice! We're totally beat, and hungry. You're a lifesaver."

I thanked him too, and we walked away. Halfway across the compound we both stopped, and simultaneously turned around and looked back, then at each other.

Dana giggled. "Wow, that was weird!"

"I'll say! I think we're going to enjoy having a eunuch around here, we obviously should have thought about having him gelded a long time ago."

She giggled again. "That's awful, now you're making me feel bad!"

"Don't. I'm planning on firing him tomorrow. Or, rather, he's going to be quitting tomorrow, right after I explain to him what the penalty for attempted sexual assault is here in Wyoming."

"What is it?"

I grinned at her. "How the hell would I know? I'm going to find out in the morning, or maybe just make up something really horrible sounding."

She laughed, then looked pensive. "Don't do that, OK? I think he's trying to apologize, in his own way. I think we should give him a chance."

"You're a soft touch. He's had his chances."

She put her hand on my arm and looked up at me. "Please Adam? People can change."

"Old dog, new tricks, Dana."

"Please, just give him a little time? I don't want it to ruin his life."

I looked down at her, puzzled. "Why do you care?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just have a little soft spot in my heart for any man that let's me fondle his genitals."

Now I had to laugh. "Fuck! You call that fondling? Glad you weren't trying to hurt him! Goodnight Dana, and thanks for your help today, and for your company. You are a true treasure."

"Thanks Adam, you too. I enjoyed it. I'm going to walk over to the kitchen and see if I can scrounge up something to eat, you want to join me?"

I thought about it, and decided I was more tired than hungry. "Thanks, but no. I think a nice hot shower and a nice soft bed are calling me. Sleep good, and be careful around Brian. I don't trust him."

"I will, but I think we're going to be OK. Goodnight Adam."

We parted ways, her to the kitchen and me to the bunkhouse to get my things, and then to the bathhouse. My stomach was a little growly, but that shower was sounding really good to me. 

A couple of the guys were sitting up playing cards in the common room at the front of the bunkhouse, and we exchanged greetings and small talk before I went around the corner and through the covered walkway between the two buildings. The bathhouse can be accessed that way, or via an outside door. We had linked the buildings with the walkway following our first winter at the site, in order to avoid the cold and inevitably windy walk between them.

I turned the thermostat up a few degrees and took the third shower stall in the otherwise vacant building, the one closest to the hot water tank. Putting my towel and clean clothes on the bench, I turned on the water and got undressed while it warmed up. I adjusted the shower to a nice full spray, the temperature good and hot, and stepped under the flow, letting it beat on my stiff neck and shoulders for a few minutes. Dana was right, this wasn't so bad.




Adam's Journey Pt. 33



Feeling a little guilty about the waste of hot water, I got busy washing my hair, still thinking about Dana. She had really opened my eyes to something, saying that until today she had felt that she barely knew me, even after working so closely together for several months! I realized that she was right about that as well, and after enjoying her sparkling company so much that day I felt like I had been cheating myself out of what may have been a very enjoyable friendship by keeping her, and probably others, at arm's length.

Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, with the hot water drumming soothingly on my head, I remembered the feel of her taut body as she climaxed, her hard nipples and the sounds she had made, and the scent of her on my hands after touching her. I could feel that feeling deep inside, the beginnings of arousal driven by the vivid memories, and thought I might have to jerk off while in the shower. It wouldn't be the first time, nor did I believe I was the only one that ever did so, considering we were stuck out here for nine to twelve days at a time away from any female companionship!

I was startled out of my reverie by the simultaneous touch of a soft hand on my shoulder and the sound of a quiet "sshhhhh" in my ear. I almost jumped through the roof, my mind so wrapped up that I had not heard a sound when Dana had stepped into the shower behind me!

"God almighty Dana, you scared the crap out of me!"

"Sshhh, keep your voice down!" She was trying not to laugh at my startled reaction, and failing. "Who did you think it was? Tony?"

That thought hadn't crossed my mind, nor did I want it to. "I really wasn't expecting anyone. You're way too quiet." We were speaking very low, just above a whisper. The guys in the bunkhouse couldn't hear us of course, but if somebody came in to use the bathroom they might. Heaven forbid anyone else come into the shower area!

She put both hands on my shoulders and pressed herself to my back, her skin soft and cool except where I could feel her two hard nipples seeming to burn holes in me. "Dana, what are you doing?"

"I thought you might want some company. I really enjoyed today, and I wasn't quite ready for it to end."

"Dana, this is a bad idea! You pride yourself on being discreet, remember?"

"Sshhh! If you'll be quiet, we'll be discreet. I'll wash your back for you, then you can do mine." So saying, she took the bar of bath soap and began to rub it over my back and sides, across my neck and down my arms. Her touch felt wonderful, soft and relaxing to my tired muscles, and I stopped objecting and enjoyed the feeling.

She reached up over my shoulder and pressed the button on the showerhead that cuts off the water, and continued to soap me up, her soft body against my sudsy back as her arms came around me to wash my chest and stomach, sinking lower until she was lathering the coarse hair at my groin, then moving out over my hips and upper thighs, slowly and sensuously around to my ass.

She whispered "Nice tush, boss!" as she slid the bar of soap down the crease of my ass, letting her slippery fingers slide in the soap as she washed, exploring my anus with one fingertip.

I gasped as she slid her finger into me, just a little, to her first knuckle. "Oh god, Dana!"

She laughed softly. "Sshh! I'm just being thorough, we want to be sure we get you good and clean all over." She wiggled her finger in me, thrusting a little deeper before withdrawing it. I gasped again as she pulled it out.

"Oh, fuck!"

"I think you were enjoying that, but I have more to wash." She bent down behind me and continued to soap me up, working down my legs, having me lift each foot, one after the other, so she could wash them completely. The backs of her fingers brushed against my balls as she ran her soapy hands up the inside of my thighs, but other than that incidental contact with my scrotum she had studiously avoided touching my genitals. 

Despite that, her touch was undeniably intimate, and very arousing. I was hard, my balls feeling swollen and full, when she stood and again reached around me from behind, this time allowing her hands and the bar of soap to descend to my groin and find my penis, erect and throbbing. Her hand closed around me, and slid smoothly in the soap suds over my rigid length.

"Oh my god Adam, how could you let me go all day thinking you were ashamed of your small cock?"

"I told you that wasn't a problem. Several times, in fact."

"You should have shown me. Here, take this. I need both hands."

I took the soap from her and put it on the shelf, then just enjoyed the feel of her body molded to my back as her left hand slid up and down my cock and her right cupped and fondled my balls. I knew we shouldn't be doing this, and that I should stop her, but I had been so horny all day after bringing her to her orgasms, and this just felt so damn good!

She continued to stroke me for several minutes, the soap allowing our bodies to slide together and her hands to move so smoothly over my cock. She switched hands, taking my cock in her right and lifting my balls with her left, letting her middle finger carress that sensitive area just behind my scrotum before sliding back and pressing into my asshole. I groaned, and she laughed softly.

"I think all you guys like that! I can make you cum without even touching your cock you know."

"I know, but don't. It feels too good this way."

She laughed again, and continued to masturbate me, pushing her finger farther into me and bending it forward, stroking my aroused and ready prostate.

"Oh fuck Dana, you're going to make me cum!"

"Good! Cum Adam, I want to see you cum, I want to feel it! Cum for me!"

And then I did, an unstoppable gush of semen that rocketed up out of me and spattered against the steel-gray wall of the shower, and then a second jet before she put her hand over the head of my cock, taking the next several spurts into her hand and smearing my load over my cock and balls, and over my stomach, leaning around my side to watch me ejaculate. And boy, did I!

As I finished, legs shaky and gasping for breath, Dana slid her finger out of my ass and held her soap and cum covered hands up in front of her face, looking at the damages.

"Wow! That was impressive. I think you needed that, but what a waste of good cum. It's not inside of me where it should be, and it's too soapy to taste. I should have planned better, but at leastI did pay you back. I told you I always pay my debts!"

Still shaky, I reached up and turned the water back on, beginning to rinse the soap, and the cum, off of myself. "Phew! You sure did! Thanks Dana, that felt incredible, and I guess I really did need that. Now come here, it's my turn to pay you back for that incredible wash job."

I pulled her into the water with me and reached for the shampoo. 

I switched places with her, getting her beneath the spray and running my hand through her short hair, making sure it was good and wet. She had continued to keep her hair cut short following her initial attempt at self-styling, but now she got it professionally cut so that it looked more feminine. Personally I had kind of enjoyed the hacked-off look she had created, I guess because it was so original, and because it spoke volumes about her lack of pretense. Her practicality on arrival had been a welcome surprise.

I poured a generous amount of shampoo into my hand, put the bottle up, and pulled her to me.

Face to face, our bodies pressed together, she looked up at me. "Are you going to wash my hair for me?"

"Yes. Planning to anyway, unless that's a problem."

"No, no problem, I've just never had a lover shampoo my hair before."

"Lover? Is that what we are, lovers?"

She glanced down quickly at our wet bodies, pressed together. "It sure looks that way. Anyhow, you know what I mean, so don't give me any crap."

I laughed. "Sshhh. It's not the worst thing I've been called. I kind of like it, actually. Now keep your head back like that and close your eyes."

She did, and I began to work the rich shampoo into her short, dark hair, working up a thick lather and then using my fingertips to massage it into her scalp, carefully and gently rubbing her brow and her temples, then back around her ears and up across the top of her head, my fingers making small, firm circles, massaging as much as shampooing.

She groaned in satisfaction. "Ohhh, this is like heaven! Where did you learn to do this?" 

"Sshhh, no talking, you're supposed to relax and enjoy. From Kristi, she got me started, and we both loved it, so..."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "I'm sorry I said anything. Do you want to talk about it?" 

"No."

"Do you want to quit?"

"No." I leaned down and kissed her. "Just close your eyes, be quiet, and enjoy."

She did as told, and I continued the combination shampoo/massage, rubbing gently or firmly depending upon what and where I was massaging. As I rubbed the thick suds along the sides of her head I looked down into her face, so young and innocent looking with her hair pulled back in a halo of white lather and her eyes closed. I kissed her again, and she kissed me back hungrily. She moaned her appreciation occcasionally, and I felt her body move against mine.

I was very conscious of the softness of her body pressed to mine, and of my cock pressed against her belly. I was still mostly engorged from the earlier stroking, though not entirely erect, and I felt the soft curls of her mound brush the drooping head of my sensitive flesh as she thrust herself against me. I couldn't help but notice how differently our bodies lined up than mine did with Kristi's, and how very different her short hair felt compared to Kristi's long, thick mane. My body responded to the difference, to her body, and I felt a throb go through my groin as I started to harden.

I pushed her away from me slightly. "Here Dana, turn around, let's get your hair rinsed."

She did, dropping her chin to her chest and stepping under the flow of hot water, and I continued the massage as I rinsed the shampoo from her hair, using my thumbs to work her shoulders and the back of her neck, and up the tendons at the back of her head. She groaned again and pushed her ass back against me, nestling my swelling cock into the groove of her small bottom. She began to slowly pump and rotate her hips, sliding her delectable little ass over my cock. I was surprised that I was responding this quickly, but it had been awhile, and today had been a very horny day. I was by now almost fully erect.

She moved, rotating her shoulder as though loosening them up, and spoke. "It doesn't seem fair that my muscles are getting all relaxed and yours seem to be stiffening up."

"Funny!"

She giggled. "I can't believe you've got wood again already. Pretty impressive for an old guy!"

"You should never be a smart-ass when you're naked and vulnerable. You'll learn that when you grow up, little girl."

She laughed. "What are you going to do, spear me with that thing? That would be a cruel punishment!"

I quickly bent my knees and pushed my hard cock between her legs from behind, thrusting up and forward. I almost entered her, I felt the head of my cock begin to push into her, forcing her open, before it slid off and forward in her groove, spreading her lips and thrusting against her hard little clit.

"Oh!! Oh god! Ohhh FUCK!! God Adam, put it in me!" She began to pump her hips in earnest now, rubbing against me and trying to angle herself to get my cock inside of her.

"No Dana, not yet."

"Ohhh, please! Why not?"

I bent and whispered hoarsely in her ear."Because you're still a dirty girl. I'm nice and clean, but you're still sweaty and dirty from the trail. I don't want to get all smelly rubbing up against you." Obviously that was a lie, I'd been rubbing up against her for some time now and she didn't smell bad in the least, but this was my game now.

"I don't stink, do I?! Please Adam I need it!" 

"You smell like sweat, and dust, and horny pussy."

"That's gross!" 

"No, that's perfume to me. But OK, just to show you what a good guy I am, I'm willing to compromise."

I reached down and guided my hard cock to her opening, finding it hot and slick, and forced my way inside of her. I felt her stretch and then give, allowing the head of my penis to enter her, and she gasped.

"Oh god yes, put it in! Fuck me!"

"No, that's all for now. Until we get you clean."

She seemed bewildered. "What? That's all you're going to do? I want to feel you up in me." She tried to push back on me, trying to get more of my cock inside of her, but I put my hands on her ass and held myself away, keeping only a couple of inches in her.

I leaned forward, placing my lips close to her ear again. "If you try that again, I'll take it out completely. Now hand me that soap and I'll wash you while you enjoy what you have. Once we get you nice and clean I'm going to shove my cock so far inside of you that you can taste it!"

I heard her moan and felt a shudder run through her body, and I felt her pussy squeeze tightly on the end of my cock, clamping onto the couple of inches that were inside of her. I almost thrust fully into her then, a completely involuntary reaction, but somehow managed to hold off.

She gasped again "God! I'll try, I'll try, but please keep talking dirty to me, I love that!" She handed me the soap. "Talk dirty while you get me clean Adam!"

We moved back together, joined at just the one spot, and I clicked the water off. She leaned forward, putting her forearm against the wall, and leaned her head on her forearm, then spread her legs and raised up on her toes, opening herself to me.

Looking down I could see the taut muscles of her arched back and her tight little ass, her small, round cheeks framing the hard shaft of my cock. Now the only place we touched were the first few inches of my cock clutched inside the same number of inches of her tight pussy, the remaining length of my cock all that separated us. 

I began to rub the bar of soap across her back, working up a lather, and down her sides, letting my fingers brush and press the sides of her breasts where they suspended from her chest.

"I can feel you squeezing me Dana. I can feel your pussy trying to suck my cock in, but I'm not going to let you do that."

I pushed into her just a little more, maybe three inches of hard cock now inside of her, and as I rubbed and soaped her I began a very slow, gentle thrust, never inside of her more than three or less than two inches, slowly fucking her within that one inch range. She was moaning softly, apparently enjoying the minimal contact I was giving her.

"Do you like that? Is that what your horny pussy needs? Just think what it would feel like to have my cock shoved way up inside of you, so that you could feel my balls slap against you with every thrust. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yess, yes!" Her body gyrated, trying to push herself back and onto me.

"Too bad, you'll have to wait 'til I'm ready. No, hold still now, remember what I told you!"

It was all I could do to keep from just going wild and fucking her, to maintain my self-control, and I had no idea where the idea to talk nasty to her had come from, but it seemed to be working. The problem was that I was not sure who was being teased and tortured more, her or me! If she had not just gotten me off so well just shortly before, it would be all over by now and I'd be apologizing for my premature ejaculation. As it was I still wasn't certain I could do this satisfactorily.

I focused on soaping and washing her, putting the soap back on the tray and running my hands over her, doing her back, her arms, loving the feel of running my hands up her taut sides and over her ribs to her armpits and then her shoulders.

I worked around to her upper chest and neck, then reached below her arms and washed her stomach and breasts, squeezing and kneading them, and pinching and tugging her hard nipples to her sighs of pleasure and almost imperceptible pumping of her hips. She was slowly fucking me, as I was her, and I made no effort to stop her.

I lathered across her ass, inserting my finger into her tight anus just above and behind where my thick cock was embedded in her tight pussy, and she gasped and had a small orgasm. I gasped too as her body spasmed, her pussy contracting on my cock and matching her anus gripping my finger.

She moaned softly. "Oh god, you just made me cum!"

"Mmmm. I know. Thank me and I'll let you cum again."

"Thank you. Now fuck meee!" 

I laughed. "No, not yet." I pushed my middle finger as far into her anus as I could and bent it down, feeling the head of my cock in the neighboring channel. "There. My finger is in you farther than my cock. You can cum now if you want."

She wanted, and she came, and I became aware that she was rubbing her own clit only when I felt her fingers bump my cock from below.

"Oooh, you naughty girl, rubbing your pussy with me right here watching you! You are such a horny little thing! Well, that's about all I can reach to wash from this position, so I guess..."

And as I stopped talking I thrust fully into her, balls deep, and she slammed herself back against me, crying out before muffling her face against her arm. I held her hips and pulled her back against me as I thrust fast and hard, deep inside of her soft body, her tight, lava-filled tunnel, again and again.

"Oh god! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh, my god! My GOD!" She gasped out a soft "Oh" with each thrust, and then came, hard and sudden, pulling my arm to her lips and biting down on the heel of my left hand to avoid crying out too loudly. I didn't even feel it, my own orgasm rushing up fast on the heels of hers.

I was a little embarrassed to be cumming this quickly, but there was nothing I could do to stop it, and then it no longer mattered as I shot what I knew to be enormous jets of thick, white cum inside of her. I knew by the intensity it was a lot, and realized I hadn't asked her if it was OK to cum in her pussy, a serious breach of etiquette, I thought. 

We were both weak and gasping, me holding her up while I supported myself against her, cock still deeply buried in her cum-filled pussy, our bodies on automatic as we continued to slowly and gently fuck each other. I slowly raised one weak, heavy arm and switched the water back on, letting it course over us as I stayed inside of her, my cock luxuriating in her sodden heat and perfect fit, the hot water soothing our exhausted nerve endings.

I whispered, even that sounding hoarse. "I'm sorry Dana, I came inside of you, I never asked..."

"Sshhh, it's OK. I would have stopped you if it wasn't. Of course, it will be hard to explain if either Harley or Justin show up tonight, why I'm already full of cum and leaking all over."

I hadn't thought of that, and for some reason it didn't bother me to do so now. "We're still in the shower, I can clean you up some."

She reached back between her legs and squeezed my balls gently, and let her fingers run across my still mostly hard shaft. "You can't do much to wash that far up inside of me, but get what you can, OK?"

I slid slowly out of her, both of us moaning with the intensity of the feeling and the sense of loss at parting, a good amount of semen coming out of her with my cock. I tried to clean her then, but it just seemed to keep seeping out of her, always more when I thought I was done. I knelt and washed her legs and feet, and gently washed her sensitive pussy. Still she leaked white fluid, a seemingly unstoppable flow.

We eventually gave up, and I turned off the water and opened the curtain to get our towels, allowing us to step into the small dressing area. It was cramped with the two of us, but bumping into each other wasn't all bad!



Adam's Journey Pt. 34



I bumped her one time, hitting her with my elbow and almost knocking her through the curtain and into the hall. She smacked my ass with a loud slap, laughing.

"You did that on purpose!" 

"No, I really didn't. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, but this isn't working very well. Here, just turn around and I'll dry your back."

She did, and then I had her turn and I dried hers in the same manner, allowing my hands to wander down onto her small ass, which I cupped in both hands. "You have the cutest little ass. I've always loved the way it fills out your jeans, and it looks even better in my hands."

"You're so sweet Adam! Mmmm, that feels really good, but don't let your mind write checks your body can't cash."

She was right of course, my cock was hanging flaccid like a thick rope, flopping around limply with our movements, and it would not come back to life anytime real soon.

"What does someone as young as you know about checks? I thought your generation was all about credit and debit cards and electronic transfers." As I said that I slid my right hand under her bottom and my middle finger up into her pussy, still hot and slick with her juices and my own.

She groaned. "Mmm-hmm, oh damn, that feels so nice in me! Can you feel how much cum is still in there?"

"Yeah, quite a bit I think. Sorry about that. Here, sit on the bench and I'll dry your legs."

She dropped her towel on the bench and sat on it, and I kneeled down to dry her legs. As I lifted her leg to dry it I was treated to a near eye-level view of her very beautiful little pussy, bright pink and glistening wet from our fucking, her opening now puckered down to about the size of my fingertip.

She didn't seem the least self-conscious about me looking at her, much the way she'd acted while going topless earlier, and as I gazed at her pussy a small bead of pearly white cum escaped her vagina, and without thinking I leaned in and caught it with my tongue. I then proceeded to begin a slow, gentle tongue bath of her inflamed sex, savoring the results of our intimacy. She tasted every bit as wonderful as she looked!

She gasped and cried out softly, then pushed me back, her foot on my chest. "God! What are you doing?" 

I smiled at her. "It's called cunnilingus dear, and it's rumored to be very pleasurable. I'm surprised nobody has ever done this to you before."

She laughed. "Don't be an ass, of course I know that, but are you planning to eat my pussy right after you just came in me?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well, uh, I don't know, it's just, well, no one has ever done that before."

"Good, I'll be your first." I smiled at her. "Relax, see if you don't enjoy it. You know if you can manage one more orgasm it might force the last of the cum out of you. Solves your problem."

"If I can manage one more I'll probably be in a coma the rest of the night, so it won't matter!"

As she was speaking I half lowered my face to her pussy and half raised her pelvis to my face, and as our lips met I thrust my tongue as far into her as I could, tasting and tormenting. Soon she was totally involved, her body tense and thrusting, raised up with her legs over my shoulders and her hands gripping the bench as she pushed herself up and into me, forcing her hot pussy to my mouth. Her heel slammed once into my back, right over my kidney, and I gasped in pain, but she didn't seem to notice. She didn't kick me again, but her thighs did close on the sides of my head, pinning me to her aroused sex. I was fine with that!

Whether she was producing her own flow of cum or I was swallowing my own I'll never know, probably both, but I lapped copious amounts of fluid from her sweet little pussy as she came twice more before falling back onto the bench, limp and exhausted.

Panting heavily, trying to catch her breath as I leaned back from her, she half-moaned "Daaammn!! You old guys really do know some tricks. Whew, that was awesome! I don't know why any women my age would want to date those younger guys!"

I smiled at her. "No, me either. Why are you young women so foolish, do you suppose?" 

"Well, I guess those hard, young, muscular bodies are very nice, and their stamina of course, they can keep their cocks hard all night and fuck like bunnies, and cum six or eight times, and we can pretty much get them to do whatever we tell them to, which can be very handy..."

I shook my head. "If you're trying to make me feel better it's not working."

Just as she laughed at her own teasing we heard the bathroom door open, and footsteps cross the tile. We simultaneously made the shush sign, and a soft sshhh! to each other, and we soon heard somebody pissing loud and long into the water in the urinal. Dana raised an eyebrow at me and whispered "Should I surprise him?"

"No! Be quiet!" Her jumping out at whoever it was, naked, while he was peeing, seemed a crazy idea under any circumstances, and I knew she was kidding. I leaned forward and covered her mouth with my own, kissing her to keep her quiet, and because it felt good. He soon finished, and, whistling softly to himself, washed his hands and left without ever knowing we were there.

When I let her speak, she licked her lips and said "Mmmm, you taste like pussy and cum. I bet you're the type that wipes down the exercise equipment at the gym after you use it, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" 

"Well, you seemed pretty intent on making sure that my equipment was all clean and ready for the next guy just now, so I figure you wipe your sweat off the stuff at the gym too."

I actually do that, but I found the analogy disturbing for some reason, the idea of me licking her pussy clean so she'd be ready for another lover. It just hit me the wrong way.

"I wasn't really thinking about that, I just liked it, it felt right. And you sure seemed to enjoy it." I paused, looking at her. "Anyhow, what are you planning to wear, all you have is your dirty trail clothes?" Even to me my voice sounded somewhat curt. 

She seemed a little hurt at my tone. "I didn't mean to offend you, I was just teasing. And anyhow, there won't be a next guy tonight, I'm all cummed out. And I'm tired! I'll just wear my dirty clothes and change when I get back to my bunk."

"I'm not offended, never mind what I said. Here, you take my clean boxers and my clean shirt, and I'll just wrap a towel around me to walk back. No sense putting filthy clothes on your nice clean body!" I handed her the clean clothes I'd brought.

"Thanks Adam, that's so nice of you." She began to dress in my clothes, and as she did I decided to hit her with something I'd been turning over in my head for several hours. Kristi had suggested that I invite Dana to go to Lake Powell with me, as my "date", and I'd dismissed the idea out of hand at the time because Dana and I barely knew each other. Now though, after today, it didn't seem nearly so far-fetched. I decided to take the plunge, what the hell! The job could live without both of us for a week or so, and she'd turned out to be very fascinating, and a lot of fun!

Just as I started to say "Hey Dana, listen...", she said "Adam, can I ask you..."

We both stopped and looked at each other. She smiled and said "OK, you go first."

"No Dana, go ahead, mine can wait."

"Ok, if you're sure. Adam, I think Harley is going to ask me to marry him."

If she had said I'd grown horns and a tail she couldn't have surprised me more! I was completely stunned, and of course the idea about inviting her to the lake disappeared in a puff of smoke! I didn't really know what to say, and so said nothing.

She looked at me expectantly. "Well?" 

"Uh, Dana, that wasn't really a question."

"No, I guess not, but what do you think?"

"I think that what I think doesn't really matter. What do you think?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, I don't know if he'll really ask me, but it's just a feeling I have. He's really an incredible man, and he's all man. I'm very attracted to him."

"Do you love him?"

"I do, I think I really do. I'm not sure I've ever been in love before, so I don't really know. What's love supposed to feel like?"

I snorted. "Psshh! Boy, did you ask the wrong guy! Right now I'd say it can feel incredibly good, or incredibly painful." I steered the conversation away from me. "What about your age difference, there's a what, thirty year gap or so?"

"I don't think the years behind us matter Adam, it's the years we'll have together, the ones ahead, that are most important."

I was deeply impressed by the simple wisdom of her statement. And her so young! "So assuming he asks you, do you think you'll say yes?" 

As she pondered that thought, I couldn't help but admire how adorable she looked in my boxers, baggy on her where she had taken a tuck in the waistband, and her pert little hard nipples pointing out through my old long-sleeved Henley sleep shirt, the sleeves rolled up for her shorter arms. Neither of those things had ever looked nearly as cute on me, I was certain! 

Finally, after thinking about my question, she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I won't really know for sure until he asks me. If he actually does. I think I'd say yes, but who knows how I might react in the actual moment."

I looked at her consideringly. She seemed so much more mature than some women far older than her. "Well, that's an honest answer, I suppose. Why do you think he's going to pop the question, what gave you that idea?"

"Just a hunch, really. Women's intuition, things he's said, that kind of stuff. I could be wrong."

"Yeah, but I think you may be right. That's the kind of thing Harley would do, the honorable thing, especially since you're sleeping with him. He'd want to make an honest woman of you."

She laughed. "Well, I could probably use that! He makes me feel really special, I've never felt the way I do around him, not with any other guy. Adam, I think I really do love him!"

"Well, good. You've obviously been a godsend for him, the way he nose-dived after Eileen died. You've given him something to live for. Not to put any pressure on you or anything."

She laughed. "No, no pressure at all. Adam, you can't say anything to him about this, please promise me!"

"No Dana, I wouldn't. Besides, what would I say, that you and I were sitting half naked in the shower stall after fucking in the shower, discussing whether or not you might marry him?"

She frowned. "Oooh, you do have a way of making it sound really bad."

"Well, it is pretty bad, don't you think? I guess I have to ask why, Dana. Why would you have sex with me, and start this whole thing, the stuff we've done today and all, if you thought Harley might propose? And, especially if you plan to accept!"

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me, as though the answer was perfectly obvious. "He hasn't asked me yet, Adam. And he might not. I have to live my life and do what I feel is right, and today felt very right to me." She paused, looking up at me from under her long eyelashes. "If he does ask me though, and I accept, then I'm done. There won't be a repeat performance because if I'm going to be a fiancee, and then a wife, I'll be a totally one-man woman. Faithfulness, or fidelity, whatever, is important to me."

"Good for you Dana. I think that would be very important to Harley."

She shrugged again. "I'd demand it of him, I can't offer any less than I'd demand."

I laughed. "That wouldn't be a problem Dana. He told me once that he was totally faithful to Eileen, for the entire 28 plus years they were married. That makes you the second woman he's had sex with in over 30 years."

Now she laughed. "Yeah, he told me that, the first time we were together. He came almost at once, as soon as I touched him, the first few times. Really premature, you know? But he explained about how it was, why he got so over-excited, and he knew so many different ways to make love to me even though he'd shot his load, so it was OK.

She smiled again, remembering. "It was really kind of cute, this big, gruff man going off like a teenager and just squirting all over. He was so embarrassed, but we got that solved pretty quick and it's been fantastic ever since."

I sympathized with Harley's embarrassment, and kind of wished she hadn't told me about that. It's a guy's second-worst fear in a sexual situation, especially humiliating with a new partner, and there were some things about the guys I work with that I just didn't need - or want - to know!

I was still naked, and I stood, reaching down for the towel to wrap around myself. "Well Dana, as much as I've enjoyed the evening - and I have, very much - we should probably not spend all night sitting in a shower stall and talking. We both need to get to bed."

"You're right, I'm really tired. Can I kiss you goodnight?" 

I laughed. "Absolutely, you don't even have to ask." I bent to kiss her, but that was not what she had in mind. She reached out and cupped my balls in one hand, taking my flaccid penis in the other and beginning to stroke and stretch my limp flesh as she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

It felt instantly amazing, so warm and wet, her tongue bathing my cock as she applied oral suction and stroked my shaft with her hand, her other hand gently kneading my sack, and I felt an electric shock go through me.

"Ooohhh, damn Dana, is this your idea of a goodnight kiss?"

"Mmm-hmm."

I looked down at her, alternately looking at her sweet lips wrapped around my cock and into her warm, liquid brown eyes as she stared back up at me, watching my face. Much to my amazement I actually watched my cock begin to thicken and firm up in her mouth.

I was about half-hard when she let my cock slide from her shiny lips, running her tongue over them as she continued to stroke me and fondle my balls. "Well, look what I made! And you didn't think you could get it up again tonight!"

"Yeah, you're a miracle worker. I don't think you'll get me hard enough for another go though, I'm really whipped." 

"I'll bet you a dollar I can!" She ran her tongue all the way up the underside of my cock.

I gave a mock shudder. "Oh, God! If I just give you a dollar will you let me go to bed?"

She laughed. "You really want to turn down sex with a younger woman?" 

"No, I want to screw you senseless, but I'm so tired I really don't think it will work and I don't want to fail mid-way through, that's too embarrassing. Plus, the whole thing about you and Harley, knowing that, it just wouldn't be right. I'd feel really bad about it, now that I know."

She relented and stopped stroking me, although she still held my cock in one hand and my balls in her other. "OK, I understand that I guess. I just wanted to feel and taste you in my mouth, since I hadn't, and we may never have another opportunity. You know, if you turn out to be my last guy before I go straight, at least it was very memorable!"

"Thanks Dana. For me too, this has been a really amazing day. I discovered that I really like you a lot, and I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other better sooner. My fault."

"Tomorrow is more important than yesterday Adam, just remember that."

"Good philosophy, girl. OK then, no regrets." Something occurred to me. "What are you going to do about Justin, since he's got the hots for you?"

"I've kind of been ending that slowly, since I started to get so serious with Harley, so I'll pull the plug I guess."

I gave her tight little body a once-over. "He'll be understandably heartbroken, you know that, right?"

"No, he knew it was never going to go beyond sex, I made that very clear. He'll just be disappointed. And horny."

I laughed. "He's young, so he's always horny. I guess he'll just have to get over it. Why don't you give me a real good night kiss now, then you go on to bed and I'll wait a while before I walk over so it doesn't look too funny."

She stood and kissed me, long and deep, and our tongues explored each other for a few moments. She felt and tasted wonderful, sweet and female, and her lips were so damn soft and warm! I'd have to kick Harley's ass if he let her get away, but I'd promised not to interfere. For now. 

We finally parted. "So you don't think it will look funny if I walk in wearing your shirt and underwear?"

"Nobody will know they're mine. Besides, everyone is probably in bed by now. And anyhow, that's more than you usually wear."

That was true, it had been common practice before she came for the guys to cross back and forth between the bunkhouse and the bathhouse either naked or in just underwear. After she had arrived everyone wore underwear or more, depending on their own comfort level, and she had quickly settled on panties and a t-shirt, or sometimes just a long t-shirt or a short robe as her bath attire. I had not known her to ever wear a bra, except for occasionally a sports bra when running or exercising. My boxers were far more cover than she usually had, and the guys that always admired her in her panties would be very disappointed if the change were permanent.

That made me think about how things would change if she did in fact marry Harley, and about whether both of them being here, as a married couple, would even be possible. I could see a lot of potential troubles there, but that could wait, and it wasn't really my problem anyway.

She picked up her clothes and turned to leave. "Goodnight Adam, and thanks for a great day."

I smiled at her. "Goodnight Dana, sleep well. And thank you too, that was a very nice surprise. You scared the hell out of me, but I'm so glad you did!"

She laughed. "Oh, wait! There was something you wanted to ask me too, before we got so sidetracked. What was it?"

"Ummm, I can't remember! Damn, what was it? Oh well, I guess it must not have been too important. If it comes back to me, I'll let you know."

"Be sure you do. I should have let you go first, before your Alzheimers kicked in!" She laughed and turned to leave. I watched her walk away, her tight little ass cute even in my old underwear. 

I was so glad I hadn't gone first, knowing what I knew now! If Harley really intended to ask for her hand, and I had blurted out my question and she had gone to Lake Powelll with me, it could have changed the entire course of her life just for a week of fun and sex. Fortunately, fate had intervened. 

I waited in the bathhouse for several minutes after she left, thinking about the possibilities of her and Harley getting together. They were both really great people, and if it happened I hoped they would be very happy for a very long time. I wondered about the age difference, but Dana seemed to have a good attitude about that, and in many ways seemed almost over-mature for her age.

Eventually I wandered out and over to my bunk area, and was very surprised to find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a small plate on my bed, and a glass of milk on the night stand. There was a brief note under the plate in Dana's neat script saying "I figured you might work up an appetite, and I know you old guys need to keep your energy levels up!" I shook my head, chuckling softly to myself.

She was right, suddenly I was starving! I took a bite of the sandwich, finding the bread a little dried out. Likewise, the milk was not icy cold, so she had obviously fixed this when she had gotten her own meal and left it here before joining me in the shower. She had devised her own plan for increasing my appetite, and it had worked very well on so many levels! The simple fare tasted like the best gourmet meal ever to me, at that moment, and I wolfed it down, put on a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers, and fell into an exhausted and dreamless sleep.

The next few days leading up to my departure passed uneventfully, which is a good thing. I noticed now how Harley's eyes would follow Dana as she moved around the compound, and began to believe her hunch was correct. There was something, a certain look in his eyes, that had been missing for the last couple of years, and I realized he was very much in love. It was now so obvious that I wondered that I hadn't seen it earlier.




Adam's Journey Pt. 35



I continued on down the trail, thinking about Harley and Dana. I was very happy and even a little excited for them, and found myself hoping that everything would shape up the way it looked like it would. I couldn't help but be a little envious, wishing my life and my future looked as promising today as theirs did.

It was almost seven thirty, the sun low on the western horizon by the time I hit the paved road, and at that point I knew I still had over five hundred miles ahead of me to get to the lake and our designated meeting place. I had run a MapQuest map which had recommended a route that would drop me off I-80 just east of Green River, Wyoming, then south past Flaming Gorge (so named because of the colorful surroundings, I assume, and not because of any particular sexual proclivity) then on south through Utah and across the Uintah/Ouray Indian Reservation on what I thought was a somewhat inefficient route with multiple highway changes.

I had looked at the maps in my glove compartment and decided instead to backtrack just slightly to a route which would take me south through western Colorado, and so jumped off I-80 onto WY 789, which changed to CO 13 at the state border. It was full dark by the time I hit Craig, Colorado at U.S. Highway 40. I stopped for gas and a burger, and took along a large cup of coffee to help battle my fatigue.

Any problem with sleepiness behind the wheel was resolved about forty miles or so south of Craig when I crested a small rise to discover a herd of elk scattered across the roadway directly ahead of me, with others grazing the neighboring shoulders and ditches. There must have been close to thirty of them! The adrenaline rush accompanying the ensuing panic stop would keep me alert for quite some time, but I thankfully managed to avoid any dead or injured animals or crumpled sheet metal, or embarrassing soiled underwear. A huge bull, his impressive rack by now almost entirely free of velvet, gave me the evil eye as I worked around and through them and continued my trip.

My loud and dramatic stop had scared some of the animals off the highway, but I flashed my headlights at the next couple of cars I met to warn them. Fortunately traffic was extremely light and deer sightings had been frequent, so most drivers would be watching closely. Hitting a deer would be bad enough; colliding with one of the enormous elk could be catastrophic!

It was a half hour shy of midnight when I picked up I-70 westbound at the town of Rifle, and less than two hours later I was through Grand Junction and entering Utah. I stopped at a rest area for awhile to stretch my legs and unstretch my bladder before turning south onto Highway 24 at mile marker 147.

I figured this was probably a beautiful ride during the day, and I could see the shapes of rock formations and bluffs rising around me in the darkness as I worked my way south between Canyonlands and Capitol Reef National Parks, a million stars burning brightly overhead. 

I passed exactly one vehicle, a large RV, in the forty plus miles between Interstate 70 and the small town of Hanksville, and there was amazed to see a small gas station and cafe all lit up and open at this ungodly hour of the morning. I knew there were virtually no signs of civilization in the sixty or so miles remaining between Hanksville and the marina except a very tiny town called Ticaboo, and I was not confident of finding any services there so I turned in, filled my gas tank, and walked into the cafe.

It was a traditional small town cafe, with a dozen seats at the counter and maybe another dozen or so four-seat tables, half of then set up as booths. It smelled great, of fresh cooked bacon and coffee, but appeared to be completely deserted. A disembodied female voice called out "Sit anywhere you want, I'll be with you in a minute!" 

True to her word, a woman appeared soon after I sat down in one of the small booths. She was carrying a glass of water, and as she walked toward me, even in my worn out state I was struck by several things about her. 

The first thing I noticed was a sense of strength; though she was not a large woman, perhaps five foot seven or so and slender, she had wide shoulders and a flare at her hips that gave her an aura of confidence and power, and her purposeful, almost masculine stride did nothing to dispel that feeling.

Her face, though not classicly beautiful, or perhaps even pretty, was striking, and memorable. Her mouth was maybe a little too wide, her cheekbones high, and there was a small offset in her nose, as if it had once maybe been broken and not set absolutely perfectly. A tiny white scar on her strong, rounded chin, full lips, and brilliant kelly green eyes beneath delicately arched brows completed a face that was unique and fascinating, and hard not to stare at.

As she got closer I could see that her hair, which I had thought was brown, was really a very dark auburn red and quite lustrous, and that she had it pulled back into a long, thick ponytail which I soon discovered reached below the middle of her back. I guessed her age at about twentyfive, although she could have easily been as much as five years either side of that.

Her tight, worn jeans and plaid western style shirt gave her the look of a rancher, or perhaps a rancher's wife, in spite of the new-looking Asics Gels on her feet instead of boots, and I thought she looked very out of place working in a restaurant when she should be out rounding up cattle or breaking horses. I kept my thoughts to myself as she set the water on my table.

She reeled off her mantra, unsmiling and apparently unfeeling. "Hi, I'm Tiffany and I'll be your server. Would you like anything else to drink?"

I was a little put off by her coldness, but made a bid at getting her to smile. "Hi Tiffany, I'm Adam, and I'll be your customer, and I'll kiss your feet if you tell me you have fresh, hot coffee back there."

My attempt was a spectacular failure, and she looked down at me, still frozen. "So you want coffee?"

"Please." 

"Cream?"

"No thanks."

She turned and left, ponytail swinging, and I admired the way her stride made her firm ass and slightly wide hips move, the dancing back pockets of her jeans doing an admirable job of holding my eye. The only surprise was that there was not a thick layer of frost across the taut denim.

She soon returned, carrying a steaming mug which she set down in front of me. "That it, or do you want any food?"

Even though my normal breakfast time was still a couple of hours away, the great cooking smells in the cafe had made me hungry. "Well, I could stand to eat. What's good?"

"If it's on the menu, it's good. What do you want?"

Still unsmiling, still cold. Her attitude was starting to bug me a little bit, even though I was trying hard not to let it. I decided to call her on it.

"Tiffany, did I do or say something to piss you off?"

"Not yet, but I have confidence in you."

I frowned up at her. "Give me a break, you don't even know me!"

"I know your type. It's not too hard to predict what comes next."

"Is that so? Why don't you sit down and tell me what I'm supposedly going to say to offend you?"

"Do you want to order first?"

"Don't you have to do the cooking?" I had assumed she was there all alone, which would have seemed like an incredibly bad idea until I had met her and gotten a taste of the attitude. She would have been perfectly safe all alone, I think.

"No, Pops is back there. It's his place."

"Oh. How about eggs, over easy, bacon - crispy please, hash browns, wheat toast. And an OJ."

"I'll be right back."

She left to place the order, and soon, to my immense surprise, returned and slid into the booth across the table from me. I guessed I was about to get a primer on how to treat, or not treat, a Utah woman. 

She put her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers, resting her chin on them and giving me a frank, open stare, still not smiling. Although captivated and attracted by her amazing face and incredible green eyes, I couldn't help but notice her hands. Her fingers were long and graceful, but her nails were cut very short, looking almost chewed off, and her hands appeared to be strong, the skin slightly rough and calloused. 

These were definitely working hands, the type that knew how to change a tire or wield an axe, or perhaps quickly and comfortably turn a young bull into a steer. I doubted that these hands had ever experienced a manicure, or even seen the inside of a spa. They very much reinforced my first impressions of her.

I waited for her to speak but she just continued to regard me with her cool, appraising stare. I decided to take the initiative.

"So what was it that I was supposedly going to do, or say, that would offend you? Or would it be quicker and easier for you to tell me what I could say that wouldn't?"

She smiled grimly. There was no humor or warmth in it. "Well, that's a good start. Care to push that thought any further?"

My question had been a little passive-aggressive, I knew that, but it had been intentional. "No, you have the floor. By all means, enlighten me."

She leaned forward and began to tick things off on the fingers of her left hand. "First, you were going to make fun of my name, or spout some inane, half-assed comment or cliche`. Second, you were going to hit on me, because I'm obviously some lonely, love-starved woman, and as God's gift to women you're clearly obligated to help me out."

She paused, but she wasn't finished. "Let's see. Then you either try to get me to tell you my life's story so you can try to worm your way into it, or you force me to listen to your's and pretend that I'm even a little bit interested so I can get a tip. Oh, and my all time favorite, you figure it's OK to touch me, or even grab my ass or something. All women love that, of course, and because you're going to leave me a big two dollar tip you're definitely entitled to grope me!"

Wow! This woman was like nobody I'd ever met, and clearly had issues or experiences that had turned her into a real ball-buster. Whatever had been done to her had left her angry and bitter, and I thought maybe I should just eat and move on. Unfortunately my food wasn't there yet, and she was, and I had asked for the explanation. I decided to go forward carefully, wary of land mines.

"Huh! And here I was only going to leave you a one dollar tip." She didn't laugh, or even smile. "You don't have much use for men, do you Tiffany?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. They have their uses, I just don't like them very much."

I laughed. "Well, you're honest, I'll give you that! Let's see, that was an impressive list. OK, why would I make fun of your name? Tiffany seems like a perfectly good name, a lot of girls are named that."

She gave me a dubious look. "So you weren't going to say 'Tiffany, like the lamps?', or maybe 'Tiffany, that's a stripper's name. Are you a stripper?', or my all-time favorite brilliant comment 'Gosh, you don't look like a Tiffany.' Tell me, just what the hell is that supposed to mean? What does a Tiffany look like?"

I had thought that, that she looked more like a Kate, or a Rebecca, or maybe an Annie, but I was so glad I hadn't said it out loud! She was right, it is an inane and cliched comment.

"Well, I wasn't going to say any of those things Tiffany, and I don't know what a Tiffany is supposed to look like. Your name did get me musing a little bit though."

She visibly bristled.

I held up my hand, palm toward her. "Nothing like that! I was just thinking how strange it's going to seem, forty or fifty years on, to have thousands of little old white-haired ladies everywhere named Tiffany, or Amber, or Heather. Those just don't seem like old lady names, you know what I mean? Do you suppose us evil old men will still ask them if they're strippers?"

Her eyebrows went up, then she slowly smiled, then laughed out loud. She had a clear, bell-like laugh, and the smile transformed her face, turning her wide, full lips upwards and baring her sparkling white teeth, allowing her true beauty to shine through. I thought she should smile more, but I didn't say so.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name is?"

"Adam." 

"Well Adam, that was original. It's a very strange thought, but it is original, I'll give you that. Does your mind always work at such odd angles?"

I smiled at her. "My friends would probably tell you that you ain't seen nuthin' yet. Oh, and about me thinking I'm God's gift to women, let me give you my ex-wife's phone number, she can clarify that for you. I believe 'curse' was the word she used, rather than 'gift'. I'm sure she'd be happy to tell you all about it, she certainly never hesitated to set me straight."

She laughed again, a sound that could become addictive. "Ah, another soldier wounded in the love wars, huh? You poor baby!" She said it in a mocking tone, but at least the mean aggressiveness had left her voice. I didn't go into my other war wounds at that point, the ones that were still bleeding.

Totally focused on her, and on not putting my foot in it, I hadn't noticed the proprietor approaching carrying two plates, and when he spoke it startled me. His voice sounded like two granite boulders grinding together, and I looked up to see a very large, very black man dressed in an all-white chef's uniform nearing my table.

"You should laugh more Tiffy, I miss hearing that. I'm not sure what you said mister, but keep it up. Here's your breakfast, and I brought you a plate too, Tiff. You should eat something before it starts to get busy."

He set the plates on the table in front of us, and then rested an enormous hand possessively on Tiffany's shoulder. She leaned her head over and rested her cheek against the back of his thick fingers, her fair skin contrasting sharply to his huge ebony hand as she rubbed her face against it. Clearly there was some kind of bond there.

"Thanks Pops. This is Adam, we were just talking." 

I stuck my hand out and he quickly enveloped it in his giant paw, giving me a bone-crushing handshake. He looked enormously fat, probably close to six feet in height he seemed nearly as broad, but the strength of his grip showed that there was a very powerful man behind those outer layers.

He raised his chin, indicating my plate, and growled "I brought you biscuits instead of toast. If you were from around here you would know better than to order toast when I've got fresh biscuits coming out of the oven. Everyone calls me Pops, Adam. Now what else can I get for you?"

I looked at my plate. Everything looked very good and smelled even better, the golden biscuits huge and hot. "It all looks great Pops. I did have an orange juice coming, I guess."

"You got it, and I'll heat up your coffee. How about you Tiff, coffee?"

She started to rise. "I'll get it Pops, it's my job."

He pushed her back down, like an adult with a child, and rumbled "Sit Tiffy, and eat your breakfast. I'll get it, you two just go on, don't let me interrupt." He turned and walked away, his massive bulk slowly receding.

I watched him walk away, then turned to her and found her watching me, waiting. "Pops is a pretty big guy. He seems real nice though, have you known him a long time?"

"Almost fifteen years, since he bought this place. He's a great guy if he likes you, not so much if he doesn't, and don't let his size fool you, that's not all fat. He's very quick, and strong as a horse." She paused momentarily, then "And yes, he's hung like one too."

Where the hell had that come from!? I hadn't asked, we barely knew each other, and she's pitching out that comment! I must have looked very shocked, because she laughed again, apparently at the look on my face.

"Too much information? Check it out when he comes back Adam, you can really tell in those white pants, you'll be impressed." She didn't even have the decency to blush as she said it, although I'm pretty sure I was, and I was a little at a loss for words. 

"Damn, Tiffany, I didn't ask, did I? I can't believe you said that! And I really don't care to know any more about it." 

She laughed again, and when he returned I couldn't help but glance down as he approached. Either she was telling the truth, or they had worked out an elaborate joke and he had stuffed a large salami or something down his pants, because the huge chunk of meat dangling down his left leg was quite obvious as his thick thigh pressed it against the thin white pants with his near-waddling stride. She was right, I was very impressed! Damn!

He set down my juice and her coffee, and put his hands on his wide hips. "There you go. You keep my Tiffy laughing like that Adam, and the meal is on me; it's like music to my ears."

"Thanks Pops. I'm not sure if she's laughing with me or at me, but you're right, it sounds beautiful."

He smiled, showing a row of teeth that were startlingly white against his black skin, then walked away, and I regarded Tiffany warily, wondering what she might say next. She was smiling and relaxed now, a huge improvement over her original attitude, and I smiled back at her.

"Truce, Adam. I was pretty unfair to you."

"You were. I assume you had your reasons." The food was delicious, and her company, now, in her new, lighter mood, made it even better.

"I do, but no excuses." She looked over at Pops, who was wiping down the counter. "He's the only black person in town, maybe in the whole valley, but he's the greatest. He helped me through some tough times. Everyone in town loves Pops, he's a legend."

She paused, then gave me a sly smile. "Well, not all the husbands love him, but among the wives he's most definitely a legend. And not just because of these biscuits, either." She smiled as she took a bite of her biscuit, and I shook my head, waiting for her to swallow and go on. 

She looked over at Pops as he finished cleaning the counter, and a wistful smile played across her face. "You look at him and you see a big, fat, scary black guy with a big appetite, but what you don't see is how that appetite runs through his whole life. You don't know him."

"Tiffany, I don't find him scary. A little intimidating at first, I suppose, but he seems like a decent guy. I don't know anything about his appetites, but he sure seems to care about you."

"He does, but he cares about everyone. He has a need to help people, I guess you could say. If someone is in trouble, or needs a few bucks to get by, he's the first one there to help out. He supports all the kids' sports teams, picks up anyone that life has knocked down, hands out free meals like it's no big deal. I don't know what he did before he came here, but he must have made a lot of money, because he gives away far more than he could ever make running this place."

"He sounds like a pretty amazing guy. And yet you say he's banging half the women in town, including the married ones. That doesn't seem like it would endear him to a lot of people."

Her gaze snapped back to me, her green eyes flashing. "That's pretty crude, don't you think?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend, but you brought it up."

"Yeah, but that's not what I said. I said he was a legend among the ladies, and he is, but he's not 'banging half of them', as you so eloquently put it. It's not quite like that."

I noticed how quickly she flew to his defense, despite the fact that I really hadn't been trying to belittle him in any way, and realized that there was something serious between them.

"How about I just shut up and you tell me what you want me to know. And I ask not because I'm trying to worm my way into your life, like you said, but because I'm truly curious, because you both seem like great people, and because I've got almost five hours before I need to meet my friends at Bullfrog." I had intended to eat and move on as quickly as possible, planning to get a nap in before meeting Ron and Kori around nine o'clock, but now I had found a better use for those hours.




Adam's Journey Pt. 36



While she attended to her duties I realized that I desperately needed to hit the men's room, and soon. Too much coffee had created a fairly urgent urge. Looking around, I noticed the "Restrooms" sign above the opening to a narrow hallway at the rear of the dining room. I gulped down the last of my coffee and stood, heading in that direction.

In the hallway I passed the door for the women's restroom on the right, just before coming to a door labeled 'Office' on my left which was standing ajar, about six or eight inches open. I could see an entrance to the kitchen further ahead on the right, and the door for the men's room at the far end of the hall. As I reached the edge of the office door I heard a small noise and glanced into the room. What I saw froze me in my tracks! 

There was a woman, totally naked, kneeling on the floor in front of a paper-strewn desk. She had her eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on her face as she slowly sucked on an enormous black cock! I quickly realized that the woman was the same one I'd seen Pops talking to in the restaurant shortly before, and that of course the object of her affection could only belong to Pops, despite the fact that I could not see any more of him than the huge penis, part of his stomach and thighs, and his toes, the rest cut off by the edge of the door. Against the far wall, beyond this pair, was a narrow single bed, not much more that a cot really, with a thin mattress - but it was neatly made up.

I started to back away, but then my voyeuristic instincts kicked in and I stopped. The woman had her eyes closed, and he was behind the door from my vantage point - if I couldn't see him, he couldn't see me either, right? I quietly crept back to the door, unable to tear myself away from this erotic scene.

She was slowly making love to his impressive cock, alternately sucking as much of it into her mouth and throat as would fit and letting it slide out so that she could lick and nuzzle him. As I watched, she raised his cock up and began to lick his balls, eventually sucking one enormous lemon-sized testicle into her mouth where she gave it a thorough tongue bath.

Tiffany had not been exaggerating about the size of Pops' equipment; he was massive, truly, the length and thickness of his cock in proportion to his huge body. I guessed he must be a foot in length, maybe more, and the smaller woman seemed to have to stretch her lips over him to get him into her mouth. He appeared to be considerably thicker than me, and longer as well, with a dark and heavy set of testicles suspended underneath.

Despite the pressure in my bladder, I had hardened completely as I watched them, and had a strong urge to reach down and touch myself. A sudden whisper in my ear completely shattered that urge."What are you doing?"

I nearly jumped out of my shoes, letting out a startled gasp as Tiffany grabbed my arm and pulled me back from the door.

I looked at her, deeply embarrassed at being caught peeping. I whispered "I had to take a leak!"

She shook her head, keeping her voice low. "And so what, you decided to stop and spy instead?"

I stared at her. "Do you have any idea what's going on in there?"

"I have a pretty good idea, yeah. But it's none of your business." She pulled me into the women's restroom, across the hall, where we could talk more freely. "Are you in the habit of sneaking around, intruding on other people's privacy?"

"No! It's not like that - the door was open and I just kind of stumbled across them."

"So you decided to stop and watch?" She was staring at me.

"I was trying to get to the men's room - if I pass the door they'll see me."

"Well, you're in a bathroom now, go ahead and do what you've gotta do."

"With you here?"

She laughed. "I have no interest in seeing you pee! Just take one of the stalls and do it."

"There's no lock on the door! What if somebody comes in?"

"I'll guard it. Would you just go, already?"

I definitely did have the need! I took the nearer of the two stalls and closed the door, which made her laugh again. "You're kind of shy for a grown-up. That's so cute!"

I ignored her as I wrestled my still mostly erect penis from my pants and forced it down into the necessary position, sighing with relief as I began to relieve the pressure. My bladder was over-stretched, and the stream went on and on, feeling better all the time, my erection fading.

I heard her give a low whistle. "Well, you sure weren't lying about having to piss! Are you ever going to finish?" She chuckled.

I was a little embarrassed that she was standing there, listening to me piss, but was also a little past caring about that. It just felt good. I finished and shook off the last couple of drops, tucking myself away before rejoining her, stopping to wash my hands.

As I was drying them with a paper towel, she smiled at me. "Are you all set now? Feel better?"

I nodded. "Much, thanks. Hey listen, don't get the wrong idea, I really didn't intend to spy on them, but I was so surprised that I just, well..."

Tiffany finished for me: "Decided to invade their privacy." 

I felt myself blush, and she laughed. "Never mind, I'm just bustin' your balls! C'mon, I like to watch too!" So saying, she grabbed my arm again and pulled me out of the bathroom and across the hall to the open door. We snuck very quietly to the door and peered in.

We needn't have worried, for the scene had changed completely! The woman was now on her back on the small bed, her legs up and spread wide apart - as they would have to be, because Pops was between them, his broad ass toward us as he pumped and thrust into the moaning white woman beneath him, his enormous cock driving deeply into her wet pussy and his massive black balls bouncing off her ass with each thrust! Nobody was in a position to see us, but even if they had been I think they would have been completely oblivious to our presence. I quickly became throbbingly, achingly hard with intense arousal.

I had stopped with one shoulder against the wall, leaning forward and peering around the door jamb, and Tiffany was gripping my arm and bending past me, looking in under my chin. I didn't know if the scene was affecting her as it was me, but she made no effort to look away. The idea that she might be as aroused as I was as she stood there touching me made my cock throb.

We watched the powerful muscles of Pops' broad ass bunch and strain, contracting tightly as he thrust his massive cock into her, and could tell by the increasing volume and higher pitch of her muffled cries that she was quickly approaching a powerful orgasm. Just as her cries of arousal reached a crescendo Pops ceased pounding into her and stopped, his fat, rigid, black cock only about halfway inside of her. 

The woman paused for a moment, as though surprised by the break in the rhythm, and then her body took over, her back arching and pelvis bucking upwards as her ass rose off the bed, desperately thrusting herself upward onto his stationary pole, wanting it, needing it buried deeply to achieve and complete her mind-numbing orgasm. We could hear her strangled cries as she fucked herself onto him, her body taking over and continuing to thrust and slam upwards, finding its own rhythm, and forcing his cock to spread her open and penetrate deep into her body. His stuffed black sack was crushed against her ass with each of her thrusts, primed to empty his seed into her womb. 

I was almost painfully aroused by the power and strength of the woman's  near-violent orgasm, and became aware of Tiffany's hand tightening on my arm, her strong grip almost painful in its intensity as her fingers dug into my muscles. I remembered that she had shared the experience that this woman was now feeling, that she had fucked Pops on at least one occasion, and knew what it felt like to have his thick, powerful cock deep inside of her, and I wondered if she was remembering, feeling it now.

I knew then that she was very aroused, her body no doubt hot and tingling, her pussy probably swollen and as wet as my penis was hard. That knowledge just served to fan my flames, my cock pulsing in time with the pounding of my heart, and a small trickle of sweat made it's way down my back.

As the woman's orgasm slowly burned through the last of her fuel and her pelvic thrusts slowed, her husband suddenly stepped into our field of view, startling us and causing both of us to jerk back out of sight.

Tiffany reacted slightly quicker than I did, and the back of her head caught me painfully in the chin, clacking my teeth together and causing stars to swarm momentarily overhead. I stood rubbing my jaw as she rubbed the back of her head, and when she looked at me and saw me opening and closing my mouth, testing my jaw, she clapped her other hand over her own mouth to stifle her giggles. Cowgirls have an odd sense of humor.

She pulled me a couple of steps from the door and, cupping her hand to my ear, whispered "Sorry about that! I have to go check on my customers. Don't you get caught!"

The apology would have felt more sincere without the giggling, but it seemed no permanent damage had been done. As she disappeared up the hall I crept back to the open door, needing now to know how this would end, struggling to figure out the dynamics of this tryst. 

The first thing I saw was the man, the husband, standing with his back to me, bending forward slightly to watch Pops fuck his wife, to better see the big black cock that had just provided her with such intense pleasure continue to ravage her wet, satiated pussy. The bald spot surrounded by sandy, graying hair on the back of his head was clearly visible, but his attire was what struck me as incongruous.

He still had on the sportcoat, dress shirt, and tie that he had been wearing in the restaurant, and his black socks, but had removed his pants, underwear and shoes. As he turned I could see his skinny, erect penis jutting upwards between his shirttails, pink and pale and not more than five inches in length, and when he squatted down for a better view I noticed that his entire tight, wrinkled little pink scrotum was significantly smaller than just one of Pops' big, dangling testicles. Those huge black orbs were still pressed wetly to his wife's ass, and the side-by-side comparison made the man look weak and puny.

As I watched he reached out and stroked Pops' dark, dangling scrotum, thin white fingers stark against the almost black flesh of his sack and the very black, tight curly hairs on Pops' thighs and ass. For the first time I noticed that Pops' balls appeared to be smooth and hairless, which seemed unusual, and I tried to remember if I had noticed whether he had any pubic hair when I had watched her sucking him. I couldn't remember.

The man slid his hand under Pops' heavy balls and cupped them gently, lifting them and beginning to slowly fondle and massage the bulging pair before allowing his fingers to stretch out and glide along the underside of the thick black shaft, carressing the huge cock as it continued to pump in and out of his whimpering wife. I wondered what thoughts were going through his head as he felt his wife's warm, slick arousal coating the massive shaft, as his fingers slid against the hard, black pole and became coated in his wife's cum juices. 

If her enjoyment of the incredible fucking she had recieved had not been evident in her muffled cries, the copious amounts of vaginal cum that her body had produced to bathe and lubricate the thick, hard source of her pleasure provided more than ample proof of her appreciation. 

Pops' huge cock and heavy balls were soaked with her love juices, almost dripping, and her pussy and ass were equally wet and glistening. By now her husbands fingers were also well saturated, and the inside rear of of both of her thighs looked slick and wet.

As the small man squeezed and fondled Pops' straining balls, I heard a rumble, and realized it was Pops groaning, from deep in his chest, as he reached his peak. His body bucked spasmodically, his cock jerking erratically in and out of the woman as her husband held on to and squeezed Pops' scrotum. I knew Pops was pumping his load deep into her tired body at that moment, and wondered if the husband could feel the powerful spasms of his massive cock as the spurts of cum passed through it and into his wife.

To my utter amazement, the woman cried out and came again, powerfully, as she felt the giant cock spasm and spurt inside of her. I would have bet she was down for the count, but she surprised me, her hands coming around and grabbing Pops' thighs, fingernails digging in just below his ass, and pulling herself tightly to him to receive his load, goading him to fill her up, telling her husband that she was being pumped full of cum. I had to admit that her thin, elegant white fingers desperately gripping his dark skin, wedding ring gleaming and diamonds sparkling, looked very erotic.

The husband released Pops' scrotum and crawled up on the bed next to his wife, kneeling beside her and kissing her, talking softly to her, face to face and very intimate as Pops continued to slowly fuck her. Her body seemed to sag visibly in collapse and exhaustion, finished, satiated, almost unaware of the huge phallus that continued to move slowly inside of her as Pops gently fucked her, winding down from his ejaculation.

I could see that his thick cock was slathered in white streaks, cum-covered as he continued to stir her pussy, and watched as a large dollop of cream slid from her and ran down his balls, hanging there momentarily before falling to the floor with an audible plop. 

The man and woman continued to mutter softly to each other, reliving the last few minutes and affirming their love and passion for each other as Pops thrust in deeply one last time, forcing a small gush of thick, white semen from her ravaged pussy before slowly sliding his thick, semi-erect cock from her. As he turned it hung there in front of him, jutting out slightly, impossibly long, thick, and black, the dark skin making the streaks and globs of white semen and slick female juices all the more obvious.

He stood for a moment, hands at his sides, and I thought for a second that he was going to fuck the husband next, kneeling on the bed as he was with his ass in the air, his shirt and sportcoat slid up to reveal his anus and small, tight scrotum. Distracted, loving, whispering and cooing to his wife, he would have made an easy target. 

I heard Pops say "Harold", and watched the man turn and look up at him, then down at his hanging, cum-coated thick black snake before slowly sliding off the bed and dropping to his knees in front of Pops, reaching out one hand toward the much larger man. 
I watched in morbid fascination as the man Pops had addressed as Harold touched Pops' big, hanging cock, taking the cum-slathered penis in his hand and lifting it up to his lips. Pops' dark, fleshy foreskin had slid back into place, covering the large head of his cock as his erection slowly faded, and Harold closed his eyes and extended his tongue, gently licking at the thick black member, probing the puckered opening with the tip of his tongue.

I heard Harold moan, soft and low, as he took Pops' long, semi-limp cock into his mouth, sucking avidly, no doubt tasting his wife, taking note of how her arousal had bathed Pop's enormous cock in her love juices and perhaps wondering why she never became that aroused for him. He had to be noticing how the entire length and circumference of this huge, very black cock was covered in her arousal, and in the semen that his wife's pussy had enticed from the heavy balls now dangling just below his chin, and marveling at how deeply inside her body Pops must have spilled his seed.

I noticed his skinny cock, still rigid as a steel rod, jutting up from his lap between his shirttails, small, pink, and somehow pitiful at it's fullest arousal, and realized that he didn't seem to find any of this to be unpleasant! I had to smile at the way my imagination had run wild with the inspiration of what I was seeing.

If I was shocked, fascinated, and, yes, a little grossed out by what I was witnessing, I was less so because of my own experience with Sue and Rick. I had thought them very odd, possibly unique, but was now presented with evidence that they were perhaps not so unique after all. I had looked at the cuckold website Sue had told me about, but assumed that it was probably all fantasy and talk. Now I wondered how much of this was really going on out there. Obviously it was a lifestyle that some people seemed to enjoy. Very much, in fact, if Sue and Rick and now this couple were any indication!

I glanced at the woman, who hadn't made a sound since Pops had vacated her abused pussy. She was in total collapse, her legs splayed open, completely spent and possibly totally unaware of her husband's performance. A small stream of glistening white cum seeped slowly from her stretched and sodden cunt, pooling slightly over her tight little anus before dripping onto the edge of the bed and creating a dark, wet streak down the tan sheets before dripping slowly onto the floor. There was a half-dollar sized cum slick on the floor, and I saw another creamy drop suspend momentarily before falling to join it.

I heard Pops deep voice mutter "Sorry Harold, I need to get back to work, I left Tiffy all alone out there."

Harold released Pops' cock from his sucking lips and stood. I was surprised to see that Pops was probably about sixty or seventy percent hard, already well on his way to being prepared for another go-round by Harolds attentions, but even more surprised when the two men shook hands warmly and smiled at each other. Now I don't know about you, but if I'm in the shoes of either of those guys I don't think it crosses my mind to shake hands, not with a semi-comatose woman, especially if it's my wife, laying there leaking cum, and my erect penis sticking out! 

Harold glanced over at his wife, then turned back to Pops and said "Thanks Pops, I think Gloria enjoyed that even more than usual."

Pops chuckled, a low rumbling sound. "The pleasure was all mine Harold, your wife sure has some sweet, wet little pussy on her. I was getting pretty horny, glad you two showed up!" He paused, then went on. "No need to rush, you can stay in here awhile if you want, but I need to get back to the kitchen."

He bent and held his white pants as he stepped into them, a move I would have bet he couldn't accomplish at his considerable bulk, and began to tug them up over his thick legs as the other man turned back to his wife, moving toward her. Nobody was facing my way, so I took a chance and stepped quickly across the door opening, thinking the other side would give me a better angle to see what would transpire next.

Harold grabbed his wife's limp legs and lifted them up and apart, stepping between and slipping his hard cock into her worn out pussy. He seemed to meet absolutely no resistance - but then he wouldn't just then, would he?

Harold was holding his shirt and sportcoat up around his middle, bunched in one hand, and Pops paused, watching them, his long black hose hanging out of his open pants. Honestly, at its size and color it looked fake!

We both watched as Harold began to pump rapidly, his skinny white ass pistoning back and forth as he thrust his little cock into his wife's stretched and sloppy pussy. He couldn't have taken more than ten or twelve thrusts when he grunted, a frantic "Ungh, ungh, ungh" sound, and I realized he was spurting his pent-up cum into his wife, less than half as deeply as Pops had, adding his sperm to her creamy filling.

Pops laughed and reached over and grabbed one of Harold's ass cheeks in his massive black mitt, squeezing it hard. "You go boy, you sure don't waste any time! I don't think Gloria ever even knew you poked that in her - and your secret is safe with me, I won't tell her!"




Adam's Journey Pt. 37



He turned back to the sink and began to wash his hands, and I realized that he needed to do so after getting himself stowed away and before returning to the kitchen. For that matter, I needed to wash mine. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought, then he spoke.

"Did you see the signs, where you came into town?"

"Uh, no, I wasn't paying too much attention. Plus, it was still very dark out."

"Well, there are signs where you come in on the highway, both sides of town, about our rodeo queen and her wins, her trophys - turn around and look as you drive out. That's our Tiffy. She's kind of a local celebrity here. Everybody feels like she belongs to all of us, and she's such a sweet lady that she gives that back to the town."

He paused. "I threw a little money her way a few years back, and she set up a riding camp for the kids, she teaches them how to ride, and how to care for horses. The parents love her, and the kids just adore her. She's their hero. The one year she didn't win the trophy, the girl that won had trained with Tiff and was riding a horse they raised and trained together. I think she got an even bigger kick out of that than winning herself."

"Yeah, I saw the way she greeted everyone, and talked with them. She seemed to be very well-liked. That Toby guy gave her a little grief, but other that that..."

He barked a laugh. "Toby! Yeah, Toby's a little bit of a devil, but he's really very protective of Tiff. Now."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, Toby was Ian's best friend, they've been that way since they were kids, and I know he's given Tiff a lot of shit over the years, but once he was convinced of what Ian had been doing to her - and that wasn't easy - he fucking went crazy!"

"He was pissed at her?"

"No Adam, at Ian! He got a couple of buddies and they went hunting for him, but he had hightailed it out by then and apparently was smart enough to just keep on going. Otherwise I think he'd be buried out in the desert somewhere." 

Pops moved away from the sink to dry his hands, and I stepped up to wash mine. "That wouldn't have been all bad, in my opinion. Too bad they didn't catch him."

"Yeah. Well, Ian can never set foot here again. But anyway, now Toby feels like I do. We fucked up bad, we didn't see the signs, and we let Tiffy down. We love that girl Adam, and we owe her. We look out for her."

There was something in his voice, and without thinking I asked what had been on my mind. "Pops, are you and Tiffany lovers?"

His dark face completely expressionless, we locked eyes. Neither of us blinked.

His voice was flat, dangerous. "Is that any of your business Adam? Would you think less of her if we were?" 

I shrugged. "What, because you're black? No, it's not any of my business, and no, Pops, I wouldn't. It's just the way you talk about her, and her about you, I thought there was some kind of serious bond there. Forget I asked."

He considered that, then chuckled. "No, it's OK. I guess I'm a little over-protective sometimes. I suppose you could call us lovers, I do love her, but not like that. She just gets so lonely sometimes, or so down." He paused, and I hoped he'd go on. He did.

"Sometimes she just needs somebody, she needs to be held, and she'll just show up at my house, late at night. I'll just lay there awake all night sometimes, holding her, and she sleeps." He smiled. "She says that's the best she ever sleeps anymore."

"Other times she needs more, she needs to feel like a woman, and yes, we make love." He paused, waiting to see what I'd say. What could I possibly say?

"She's lucky to have such a good friend Pops." 

"Huh, well, you know what's funny? I think I'm the one that's lucky!" He paused. "I fuck some of the ladies around here, as you saw, and I make love to several different women in this town, in various circumstances, some married, some single, but Tiffy is the only one that really makes love to me. You know what I mean? "

"Yeah Pops, I think I do. Why don't you marry her?"

He snorted. "Nah, it's not like that! I'm not really a one-woman man, never will be, and right now she's not a one-man woman. We love each other, but not as husband and wife. She needs some young guy that can keep up with her, that can ride, and wrestle steers and all that shit." He laughed. "She offered to take me riding once, to teach me to ride, until I reminded her that this fat nigger on a horse would be cruelty to animals!"

I laughed at his description. "Well, maybe you could take turns - you know, the horse could carry you for awhile, then you could carry him, that might work."

He laughed and slapped me on the back again, rattling my teeth. "You're OK Adam! Tiff usually has a pretty good sense when it comes to people, I guess her experience has taught her that at least. Now c'mon, let's get the hell out of the damn john, I need to get back to work." 

We walked out and up the hall, me trailing him. As we passed the room where all the activity had taken place I noticed that the door was now closed tightly, but I could hear the voices of the couple within, talking softly to each other. Apparently they were still basking in the afterglow, or whatever. Pops turned and wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I had to laugh. He had a pretty sweet set-up here, and he obviously knew how to enjoy it and still not get shot by anyone's husband; he'd been here, and stayed alive, for many years. 

I wondered how many times he got laid per week, and by how many different women. And/or their husbands. Hmmm. I thought maybe I'd watch for an XXXXL t-shirt that said 'Oversexed' on it to send to him.

I glanced at my watch as we walked out. Shit, it was almost eight o'clock and I was supposed to be meeting Ron and Kori at about nine, roughly an hour away. No problem, except I didn't really want to leave yet. I wanted to talk to Tiffany some more, and get to know her a little better. I don't really know why I felt that way, there was no future in it, but the last four hours had gone by far too quickly for me.

Tiffany was at the register, ringing out a slender young guy in a cowboy hat, and they were laughing and kidding with each other, obviously someone she knew pretty well. There was only one other occupied table, a booth near mine with a youngish-middle aged couple sitting across from each other. They smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with Pops as he went by, more of his friends. 

I couldn't help but wonder. The woman was fairly attractive, and I noticed her blue eyes following Pops as he walked away. She was a very pale-skinned redhead, which would make a lovely contrast.

I walked past Tiffany, at the register, holding my cell phone up over the guy's shoulder so she would know I was stepping out to make a call, and she nodded. It was getting warm outside already. Kori answered on the second ring.

"Hi K, it's me." 

"Hi Adam, sorry I bothered you before. Are you at the marina?"

"You're never a bother K, and no, I'm not quite there. I'm about an hour north. Are you there?"

"Not quite, but we can see it. Probably about twenty or thirty minutes out still."

"Oh. Hey, listen would you and Ronnie mind too much if I was a little late?"

"Well, no I guess not. We can always drop anchor and go fuck for awhile or something. Car problems?"

"No. Actually, I met a woman, a really fascinating woman, and we're talking."

Kori laughed. "Trust you to find a woman in the middle of the desert Adam. Did you charm her pants off with your gruff and rugged exterior and little boy innocence?"

I laughed. "Yeah, something like that. So you don't mind?"

"No, take your time. Call me when you get close. You should have a signal near the marina, we do."

"Thanks K. Tell Ronnie thanks for me."

"I'll just give him a blowjob, he won't even think of you. See you in a little while Adam."

She hung up. Good friends. I walked back inside. 

I saw the cowboy from the cafe climbing into his pick-up as I turned to walk back inside. Tiff was busy serving the other couple in the restaurant their meals, so when I discovered that my mug of coffee sitting on the table was cold I walked up and went behind the counter and grabbed the pot, dumping out my cup and the dregs of Tiffany's and refilling them with the steaming liquid. Turning to carry them back to the table, I heard Pops call out "My other waitress is a lot prettier!"

I turned and grinned at him. "You sure got that right - much cuter tush too!" 

Tiffany rejoined me shortly after I returned to the table. "What took you so long? Your coffee got cold, as you've noticed."

"I ran into Pops, and we got to talking. You were right, he's a pretty interesting guy, maybe a little crazy. He sure cares about you."

"Yeah, he's the best. He mother-hens me a little bit, but he means well. I can probably use a little mother-henning sometimes."

"Yeah, we all probably could. Now where were we?"

She thought for a moment. "I think I was telling you about Pops and his legendary sexual status around town. I don't suppose there's any reason for me to tell you any more about that now, is there?"

"Probably not. A picture is worth a thousand words, or some other similar but appropriate cliche' should cover it."

"Well then, you've kind of heard my story, why don't you tell me yours?" She glanced at her watch. "Or do you have to leave to meet your friends?"

"No, that's who I was calling. I got a little reprieve. I had to tell them that I met this incredibly fascinating, beautiful woman and just couldn't tear myself away."

She smiled and shook her head. "Very smooth. And they bought that?"

"It's pretty easy to sell the truth. But listen, about my story. I thought I was having a rough time and was feeling a little sorry for myself, but compared to what you've been through it would just sound like I was whining, so let's forget it, OK?"

She shrugged. "So just tell me about the good stuff. Surely there must be some good stuff going on, or you would have ordered the ham and cyanide omelette and a cup of hemlock."

I laughed. "True. I suppose I could do that." I paused for a second or two. "Tiff, have you ever been on a houseboat trip?"

I don't know where that came from, I had not had any intention of throwing that out there. I now had two choices: I could try to cover it up as a lead-in to some story I was going to tell her about houseboat hi-jinks, or I could be honest and ask her to come with me on the trip, which is what I really, desperately wanted to do.

After hearing her story and learning how cautious and hesitant she was around unfamiliar men - and why - I had decided that I wanted to ask her to accompany me, but that there was no way I could. But now I had blurted it out anyway.

She regarded me evenly. "No, I haven't. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I just, uh, I was..." As I tried to formulate an answer that sounded neither too piggish nor too lame, the couple Pops had been 'entertaining' walked out of the hall and into the restaurant. The woman, Gloria, was just ambling along, seeming almost dazed, or unfocused. She had a small, satisfied smile on her face, and I could see that her neck and upper chest were still flushed with the aftermath of her incredible arousal.

I think I could have spotted the fact that she had recently been well and thoroughly fucked, and satisfied, from at least fifty yards away, and they were considerably closer than that. I imagined I could smell the sexual musk emanating from her.

Harold had his arm around her shoulder, half guiding, half supporting her. He obviously needed to get her home for a nice warm bath and a nap. He too seemed quite pleased with the day's events thus far, and it was still very early. He guided her out the door, calling out a goodbye to Pops as he left and waving at Tiffany. I swear I could see a small dribble of semen running down the back of her thigh, below her skirt, but it was probably just my imagination. 

Tiffany also watched them leave. "So apparently Pops made them very happy, she looks like she enjoyed that."

"Yeah, they both did. A lot. Pops too for that matter. So that guy's really your mayor, huh?"

Tiffany laughed. "Harold? No, he's an accountant, does people's books, and taxes, that kind of stuff. She's our mayor."

Now I had to chuckle, remembering Pops' comment about keeping the mayor on his side. It made more sense now! Sly dog! I believe that all he had to do for any political favor he needed, at least here on the local level, was slide down his zipper. Mayor Gloria was clearly enthralled by Pops' unique qualifications.

Tiffany turned her attention back to me as they departed. "So, about the houseboat question..." 

"Yeah, OK, I was going to ask you to go with me. I've just really enjoyed meeting you, and wanted a little more time to get to know you better, so I thought maybe..." 

She was just watching me, face still not giving away any hint of her feelings. "So you thought after talking for a couple of hours I'd want to spend a week cooped up with you and your friends on a boat?"

You know, when she put it like that it sounded like a pretty dumb thing to have asked her, but I babbled on. "Tiff, it's not like that! This boat is huge, it's got more damn bedrooms than a small hotel and there's just the three of us - well, four if you go, so you could have your own room, all kinds of space. Ron and Kori are really sweet, you'd like them, and it's a lot of fun, and very relaxing. It was just an idea."

"Well, nobody can accuse you of not being an impulsive, dive-right-in kind of guy!"

"Actually, I get accused of not being one all the time. Showing up with you would knock my friends' socks off."

"Is that why you asked?" 

"No, I just thought it would be kind of fun to spend some time with you, to have a chance to get to know each other a little better."

She smiled gently. "I'm flattered Adam, I really am, but I can't."

"I understand. It was pretty inconsiderate to even ask, but I had to take the chance. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say."

She smiled and shook her head. "No, that's not what I mean. I'd love to go, it sounds great, but I have responsibilities, I can't just take off! I have to work, for one thing, and my horses need to be taken care of. I have a riding class for the kids tomorrow. It's just complicated."

"Of course. I don't know what I was thinking. Can I at least stop in and buy you dinner next Saturday, when I'm on my way home?"

She smiled at me. "I'd like that. A lot." She paused. "Wait, how long are you going to be down there, on the lake?"

"Now through next Saturday. Ron will drop me back at Bullfrog and then take the boat back to Wahweap where they picked it up, so eleven days for them, a little less than eight for me."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm off Friday and Saturday, and I could probably swap shifts with Molly and get Thursday off too. Is there any way I could join you Thursday morning? Or Wednesday night?"

My spirits soared, I couldn't believe my luck! Maybe I would have a chance to spend a little more time with Tiffany after all! Kristi had as much as told me to take a woman with me, and really I wasn't even thinking of this in terms of having sex with Tiffany, just getting better acquainted. OK, OK, so I'm a horrible liar, but I knew I would have to let her set the pace, and not pressure her, so I didn't want to get my hopes (or anything else) up.

If it happened between us, great. If not, well, hopefully still great! "Fantastic Tiff, I'm sure we can work that out! Ron and Kori won't mind, they're super. Make it Wednesday night, OK?" 

She laughed. "You're awfully eager! I can get my parents to take care of my horses. Oh shit, my truck needs work, I probably shouldn't drive it that far. Damn!"

I thought for a few seconds. "No problem, can you take off now for awhile? A few hours?"

"Maybe." She yelled to the back "Hey Pops, if I can get Molly to cover my lunch shift can I work her dinner shift instead?"

He walked out, wiping his hands on a towel. "Sure, no problem. What's up?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. What's up, Adam?"

I hadn't planned on an audience, but I went on. "Well, you drive down with me now, in my Jeep, and then drive it back up here and use it to drive down on Wednesday. Hell, you can even use it while I'm gone if you want, and put your truck in the shop."

She considered that. "Yeah, that would work. Thanks by the way, that's pretty nice, I'll do that. Adam, what if I get cold feet and back out?"

"Then I'll be very disappointed."

She laughed. "No, I mean about your car." 

"Oh. Well, you'd have to drive down on Saturday and get me. Either way I win, I get to see you again."

She laughed again. "You're a smoothie, you sweet talker you!" I'll go call Molly and get my stuff, be right back!" 

She disappeared into the back to make her call and retrieve her things, and as she did Pops walked over to my table.

"What's going on Adam?"

"I invited Tiffany to join me and my friends on a rented houseboat for a few days, and she thought it sounded like fun. She's probably going to join us for a couple days later this week."

He raised his eyebrows at me, then frowned thoughtfully. "That doesn't sound like her - she just met you a few hours ago. I'm not sure I like this much."

I could have told him it was none of his business, that she's an adult, etc, but I now knew how protective he was of her, and why, so I kept it very civil. Plus, he's a really big guy, and I actually found his concern for her to be both understandable and touching.

"Look Pops, it's not like that! This boat is huge, it has multiple empty bedrooms and she can have one all to herself. I just thought maybe she'd like to get away and have some fun for a few days, and just relax. I'm meeting some friends, a married couple, she'll like them and I know we'd enjoy her company."

He mulled that over. "She could use a little R&R, she works very hard between her Dad's ranch, her horses, and the cafe. And the kids, of course. Still, I don't know about her just driving off into the desert with you."

I reached back and grabbed my wallet and pulled out my driver's license and slapped it on the table. "Here. Photocopy this, or hold onto it if you want to, and I'll get it back from you on my way home." I reached up and pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and scrawled my car's license plate and my cell phone numbers on a napkin and slid that across as well, telling him what they were.

"I'm totally harmless Pops, I wouldn't harm a hair on her head. I didn't really even mean to ask her, it just kind of popped out, but I'm pretty happy it did since she said yes. Well, sort of."

He chuckled. "I'm probably a little over-protective. She's a big girl, and you seem like a decent guy. I'm sure she'll be fine." After saying that he leaned forward and took back his pen and added my driver's license number, full name, home address, and birth date to what I had written on the napkin, and then pocketed it before sliding my license back to me. Why, yes, I certainly seemed have his complete trust!

Tiffany returned just as we completed that exchange. "All set, Molly will be here in about an hour to help you get ready for lunch, and I'll be back in later this afternoon." She looked at us. "Is everything OK?"

Pops smiled at her. "Fine, Tiff. You drive careful now, and give me a call when you get back. Nice to meet you Adam, and skip the bill, breakfast was on me. Don't forget to tip your waitress though!" 

He gave my hand another of his bone-crushing grips as we shook, and I know I winced. "I won't Pops, my waitress was pretty unforgettable. And thanks for the meal, it was excellent. I'll stop in and say hi on my way back through."

"You do that. See you later!" He turned and walked toward the kitchen as Tiff and I took our leave. She was carrying a small, blue, heavyweight nylon day pack that apparently doubled as her purse. When I cracked wise about her lovely bag she smiled and noted that it was "considerably more manure resistant than a regular purse." Valid and practical point.




Adam's Journey Pt. 37



We climbed into my Jeep, and before pulling out of the lot I asked if she wanted to drop her truck at the repair shop. She pointed out that "Mac's" was only a block from the cafe, and she would take it there when she got back. I proceeded to pull out and head south, noticing a very nice, light, new feminine scent as I did so.

I glanced over at her. "Did you put on perfume or cologne or something? It's very nice."

She blushed slightly. "Just a little. I've been serving food all morning, I didn't want to go out smelling like bacon."

"Well, whatever this is it's very sexy, but if you're trying to catch a man you really can't go wrong with bacon scent either!"

She laughed. "I'm not trying to inspire them to eat me, I'm trying to make..."

I gave her a wry sideways look just as it dawned on her what she'd said! Her hand flew to her mouth and her face bloomed crimson as I laughed, and she turned her face to the window muttering "Oh my God!", plainly embarrassed.

Still laughing, I managed to choke out "Oh, Tiff, that's classic! But lady, I'm afraid whether you wear Oscar Mayer or Oscar de la Renta, us guys will still be inspired to do that. And that's a good thing!" 

Tiffany, now laughing along with me, said "It's actually Ralph Lauren, and Pops buys Hormel bacon." She paused. "God, I can't believe I said that! You tricked me into it!"

I had to defend my innocence! "No way! I'm not half clever enough to think of that in advance, that was entirely your own doing. It's not at all an unpleasant thought, though."

She blushed again. "Oh, stop, will you? You're embarrassing me! Is this what three straight days with you will be like?"

"Probably not the entire time, but hopefully a good bit of it. I love the sound of your laugh, I can't help but laugh along with you. It's nice."

We had reached the southern outskirts of town, and, remembering something, I watched for the sign on the far side of the road. Spotting the back of the small billboard I made a u-turn and pulled onto the shoulder, facing it. It had a stylized painting of a slender woman with long, flowing, dark auburn hair, on horseback, the horse's hooves kicking up small dust clouds, and the words "Home of Tiffany Ritter, Rodeo Queen, State Champion," and a series of years below it, six in all. The last couple of years and the Ritter part looked more recently painted than the rest. 

Seeing what I had done, she muttered "Oh great, as if I wasn't already embarrassed enough!"

"What do you mean, I think it's great! The town is obviously very proud of you, and Pops even told me to be sure to watch for the signs. It's a nice likeness too."

She smiled through her embarrassment. "Sure! You should see the one at the north end, it's very dramatic, with the horse bucking and all. I think it's all pretty silly."

I made another u-turn and headed south again, pushing up to highway speed. "I like the signs. It's a nice tribute, you worked very hard for it, and no town can go wrong with a picture of a beautiful woman where you drive in."

She looked away, but not before I saw her frown. "Yeah, the painter did a nice job making it look better than real life, didn't he? I know I'm not beautiful like that."

Incredulous, I looked over at her. "You're joking, right? Look Tiff, I won't blow any smoke at you, I promise, and you may not be make-up model pretty, but you are most definitely beautiful. Trust me, I've been staring at you for the last several hours!

She just huffed, still looking away.

"Oh c'mon Tiffany! You have this incredible, fascinating face, beautiful eyes, gorgeous hair, lips just begging to be kissed, and this amazing, sexy body that's been putting bad thoughts in my head all morning. Again, trust me, you are very, very easy to look at."

She turned and looked at me, her hand going to her face and index finger tracing her nose. "Even with my crooked nose and my scars? Did you know that my front teeth are capped, from being broken?" Her eyes were deep, green pools.

"It doesn't show. You look gorgeous and sexy, and your nose just gives your face a certain unique strength, it's character. You're, uh, what's the word? Captivating! You're captivating, and beautiful." Inside, I hurt for her, and wanted badly to hurt her abusive husband. Badly.

She smiled softly. "You're good. You must get a lot of women, huh?"

I laughed. "Uh, no, not really. I've always had to work pretty hard for that, plus there's really only been one that I actually wanted for the last couple of years, and now that's kind of in limbo. You know though, just lately things have changed a little. Something like you being here, with me, would never have happened to me before. Never."

She looked at me for several seconds before speaking. "Adam, you said you'd be very disappointed if I chose not to join you on Wednesday. Would you also be disappointed if I showed up but stayed in a separate bedroom?"

I glanced at her, then looked back at the road. "You'd know I was lying if I said no, but it would be a whole lot better than having you not come at all."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know my story now Adam, and you promised to tell me yours. Why don't you do that while we drive, I'd like to know more about you.

So I did. I stumbled a little bit over where to start, but once started it flowed. It poured out of me. She was a good listener, and easy to talk to. I told her everything, pretty much what I've told you here in this story thus far, plus more about my early life, and my divorce from Lisa, and all about Kristi, but also about Izzy, things that even Kristi doesn't know!

I don't know why I was able to open up to her, or why I did so, except that she had been so open and shared her horribly painful story with me. There was nothing in my life that could compare to what she'd been through, and I felt that to be less than fully honest with her would be breaking a trust, so I told her everything I could in a torrent of words that lasted a full hour.

It was a near-monologue, interrupted only rarely by a question from Tiffany, and the miles went by quickly. I was almost hoarse by the time I pulled into the parking lot at the marina. Fortunately, I was also just about out of words to say. 

I pulled into an open parking space and turned off the engine, and we just sat for a moment, looking at each other, before she spoke. "Wow Adam, that's quite a story. I sure can't claim that I don't know anything about you anymore!"

I laughed, a little self-conscious about how I'd rambled on. "I'm sorry, Tiff, I really don't know why I told you all that. Sorry if I bored you half to death."

"Oh, no, it was interesting! I can't believe we're here already, that seemed very quick. Where are you meeting your friends?"

I smacked my head with the heel of my hand. "Oh shit! I was supposed to call them when we got close, they were going to anchor out a little ways and wait for me before they came in. I totally forgot." I grabbed my phone and quickly called Kori.

"Hi K, I'm here. I forgot to call." I paused, listening. "Uh-huh, OK, I'll walk down to the dock and watch for you. Sorry about that."

I clicked off and turned back to Tiffany. "They're going to be here in about ten or fifteen minutes. Do you have time to walk down to the dock with me? I'd love to introduce you."

"Sure, I have time." We got out and I grabbed my two bags from the back of the Jeep, then tossed her my keys.

"Here you go, treat the old girl gently. My house keys are on there too, so if you have any reason to be in Denver in the next few days, feel free to stay at my place. Of course, you'd surprise the hell out of Kristi if you showed up."

She laughed. "I don't think I'll be in Denver. I seem to only get there in January, for the National Western Stock Show and Rodeo. It's always so damn cold there then, good thing it's all indoors and heated. Except for the livestock barns. Brrrr!"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, we always seem to get our coldest weather right at Stock Show time. So you go to that, huh? I attend almost every year, just for fun. Cheyenne Frontier Days in July, too."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really? I also ride in the Frontier Days Rodeo! Small world, maybe we've passed each other in the halls or on the grounds and never even known it."

"Nope, we haven't. There's no way in hell that I wouldn't have noticed you - and I'd have remembered you if I saw you, believe me."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "You're so full of bullshit. But it's nice bullshit, don't get me wrong. I think Kristi found herself a pretty good guy, and that she's crazy to take such a chance on screwing it all up."

"Yeah, well, I guess we'll see, won't we?" We were walking down toward the marina and docks as we talked. It was hot that day, very hot, but any sweat that formed evaporated almost instantly in the dry, desert air. As we got closer to the shore the air cooled slightly, and I could smell the moisture and feel the increase in humidity from the lake. It felt good and it perked me up slightly, despite the fact that I was now at about twenty six hours without any sleep. I yawned.

Tiffany smiled. "Tired? Do you want to know what else I think?"

"Sure."

"I think you were having such a good time with Kristi, and you were so compatible, that you let your guard down and just expected it to be a smooth road forever. Relationships aren't like that, ever, and now that you've hit that inevitable bump in the road you don't know what to do."

I stared at her for a second. "Humph! Pretty big bump, don't you think? Major pothole even!"

She shrugged. "It's a big bump, yeah, but there are bigger ones."

Of course there are. Like getting the shit beat out of you by the abusive bastard you're married to. I felt a little ashamed of my petulance now, remembering what she'd been through. My girlfriend had had sex with another man. One time, that I was aware of. Nobody was even seriously injured. Big fucking deal! Tiffany had been beaten up. Regularly. I felt like an ass, and told her so.

"Tiff, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. My problems kind of pale beside what you've gone through."

She looked at me, seemingly surprised. "I wasn't talking about me Adam, I meant you! You've been divorced, right? That must have included some pretty big bumps in the road."

I laughed. "Oh that! No, not really. To stay with your highway metaphor, that was more like a two year long washboard, constant rattling, it just got so annoying we had to turn off and go our separate ways. I took it hard afterwards, because I felt like we failed and should have tried harder, but the truth is, it was time." 

This seemed like a good moment to ask her a question that had been nagging at me. "How come you're not divorced Tiff? Or haven't gotten an annulment or whatever? I assume the Ritter name, on the sign, is your maiden name? It looked like fresh paint."

"It is, I took it back. I'll never use any part of his name again." She laughed softly. "Do you want to know the real reason I've never tried to have the marriage ended?"

"Sure, but I'm just curious. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

She seemed a little embarrassed, turning away from me. I realized she was laughing. "It's because every time I have sex with another man, I know I'm cheating on him. On my husband. Every time I have a nice hard cock in me, or an orgasm with another man, he becomes more of an impotent little useless cuckold, a worthless emasculated wimp, a meaningless speck in my past, even if he doesn't know it yet. I intend to see to it that he does, some day."

She had actually shocked me! "Wow! That's totally insane Tiff, but I like it! Is there anything I can do to help you with that?"

She laughed. "Boy, you never quit, do you? You're awful! Actually, I take pictures, during sex, really graphic pictures of what I like to do with other men, and how much I'm enjoying it, more than I ever did with him. I especially like when the men are larger than him, like most are, and I have a big envelope of photos that I plan to see that he gets someday. Someday soon. Would you object to having your picture taken with me, while we were screwing? I could add you to my album."

I laughed at her. "You are delightfully kinky! Who'd of thunk it? Actually, I think shooting up from between my feet is my most photogenic angle, so I'd be happy to aid your little quest. Just in the spirit of being helpful, of course, I'll make the sacrifice." She smiled again, shaking her head.

We paused near the lakeshore, off to one side of the dock. I could see a large boat headed in, looking roughly the size of an aircraft carrier, and assumed it was probably Ronnie. Tiffany kicked off her shoes and sat down on a rock, dangling her feet in the water. Very pretty, delicate feet, and I could imagine holding them up, near my face, as I looked down into her deep green eyes and thrust into her, perhaps nibbling her sensitive arches or sucking on her delicate toes just a little as I brought her to orgasm. With a shadowy photographer in the background, and the occasional flash of his strobe.

Odd, I don't usually have much of a foot thing, but her feet were truly beautiful, and these thoughts were starting to turn me on a little bit. And I found myself wanting desperately to touch her, but was aware I could scare her off if I pushed too far, too fast. "Tiff, do you like having your toes sucked?"

She looked up quickly, startled. "What?"

"You heard me." I was too embarrassed to repeat it!

She raised one foot out of the water, looking at it speculatively. "I really don't know. Should we find out?" She leaned back slightly and extended her leg to me, pointing her toes. I put one hand under her heel, the other under the back of her knee, and raised her foot to my lips. I kissed her toes, and the top of her foot, and the middle of her arch, lightly and softly.

Her foot was cool from the lake water, and a little wet still, and I ran my tongue up the underside of her foot, from heel to toes, and she twitched and moaned softly, her toes curling under. "Mmmm, that tickles! Nicely though, don't stop."

I ran my tongue over her smaller toes, then nibbled them gently, which earned a soft "Ohhh!" For the first time, I noticed her nipples jutting out, hard and proud under her shirt, and her back arched slightly as I watched, thrusting them forward more prominently. I let the hand under her knee wander up the back of her thigh, closer to her nice little tush, and continued to lavish attention on her pale foot.

Her body shook with an involuntary spasm. "Mmmm, oh god Adam, stop, please stop!" She pulled her foot back from me, shivering with her intense sensations. "God, I had no idea! I am totally wet Adam, just from that!" She drew a shaky breath. "Damn! I think you were about to get me off, right here in front of God and everybody."

I laughed, and quickly touched the hard bulge in my pants. "I guess we have our answer. And I liked it too, so I learned something about myself in the process!"

She laughed then. "Well, I'll definitely want to try that some more! I think you just guaranteed that I'll be back on Wednesday. Pretty sneaky of you, starting way down there and planning to work your way up; that's a new approach."

I snapped my fingers, feigning frustration. "Damn, you're onto my plan already! Oh well. Hey, it looks like the boat is getting close. Should we walk out and meet them?"

"Of course." She picked up her shoes and, carrying them, we walked out the dock toward the approaching boat. I occasionally would let her get slightly ahead of me, so that I could enjoy the rear view. Lecherous, yes, but it was lovely, just absolutely lovely.



Adam's Journey Pt. 38



She reached back and took my hand, pulling me alongside of her. "Is that something you do with your Kristi?"

"Um, no, not a lot. I mean, there's no part of her I haven't, uh, explored at least a little bit, and I've kind of done that, but neither of us is really much of a 'foot' person."

"Whew! I didn't know I was until today! That was kind of fun and enlightening for me, but if you don't like it, then why...

I smiled. "Very spur of the moment thing - it was the only part of you uncovered, basically, and we were out in public, after all - so I took a shot. And I didn't say I didn't like it, it's just sort of a situational thing, not a real obsession for me is all. You do have very pretty feet."

She laughed, shaking her head. "If you were any more full of shit, your eyes would be brown!"

"Oh-ho, now that's lady-like! You've got quite the mouth on you girl, you spend too much time around horses and cowboys. Gracefully accepting a compliment doesn't seem to be a part of your repertoire, does it?"

She shrugged. "I guess I don't get many, except when some guy is trying to get in my pants. The guys around here, well, they're good guys mostly, but not always very articulate."

I stopped us, and looked at her. "None of my business Tiff, and feel free to tell me so, but have you been with a lot of guys since your husband left?"

She looked out over the lake, not meeting my eyes. "Not a lot. Several, I guess. It took me awhile to be interested again."

I watched her. Despite her sometimes tough facade, I could hear the hurt in her voice. When she had finished speaking, I nodded. "I can understand that. But what you said, about the batch of pictures you're collecting, I thought maybe you were a little out of control. You know, dangerous stuff."

She looked back into my eyes, searching them. "Thanks for being concerned, that's sweet considering you barely know me. But no, it's a bunch of photos with just a few different guys. The ones I really want him to see are the ones with Pops, and the ones with his ex-best buddy. I want to rub his nose in them, 'cause those will drive him absolutely crazy!"

"You and Toby, you mean?"

She seemed surprised. "You know about Toby?"

"Pops told me a few things. I'm glad you didn't wind up hating all men."

"Oh no, men have their uses, like I said!" She laughed. "Really, most guys are pretty decent, although most of the men around here, they don't want to waste a lot of time combing out your mane or putting the bridle on, they just want to jump straight in the saddle - if you know what I mean. They sure as hell don't do anything like what you just did!"

I laughed at her. "An appropriate metaphor that's both eloquent and colorful. Very good!"

We had reached the end of the dock, and we stood, watching the big houseboat pull in. Ronnie brought it in very slowly, and one of the marina workers was there to help fend it off the dock and to see that the rubber bumpers were in place between the boat and the dock.

Kori was at the front - sorry, bow - of the boat, and she waved and smiled at me as she tossed me the mooring rope. "Hi Adam, I see you found us!"

"Hi K. Gosh, you're looking good!" She was too, already looking tanned, beautiful, and relaxed after only a few days on the lake, her very short shorts and skimpy bikini top drawing more than a few eyes in her direction. 

I tied off the rope onto the cleat on the dock, and both Kori and I walked to the stern and repeated the procedure while Tiffany waited near the bow. I heard the engine shut down, and Ronnie walked out of the cabin and joined us. He too looked relaxed and de-stressed already, the brief time on the lake obviously working wonders for them.

I walked back forward and took Tiffany's hand, and we stepped onto the boat for the introductions. "Guys, this is my new-found friend Tiffany, that I told you about on the phone. Tiff, these are my friends Ron and Kori. The gorgeous one is Kori."

Tiff didn't miss a beat. She stuck her hand out to Ron and said "Well hi Kori, I'm really happy to meet you!"

Ronnie immediately cracked up! "Oh man, I think I'm going to like this girl, she's obviously a lady of highly refined tastes and excellent judgement!"

Kori pretended to pout. "Humph! Well, if you want him you can have him sweety, but you might want to get your eyes checked! I'm already so tired of being cooped up on this thing with only Captain Ron for company that I'm ready to kiss Adam's feet!"

Tiffany and I exchanged a quick glance and a small smile before I gave Kori a quick hug and a kiss. "As nice as that sounds K, I think you might have better luck kissing Tiffany's feet."

Tiffany immediately went bright red, her blush growing even deeper when Kori looked her slowly up and down and said "Really? Now that sounds like something with some very interesting possibilities! Come on honey, help me fix a couple of drinks for all of us while you tell me about that."

Tiff, still blushing, stammered "Oh, uh, no, I can't! I mean, I really have to be getting back."

Ron looked disappointed. "Oh, so you're not going with us then?"

I jumped in and explained the situation to them, and that if we could find our way back to Bullfrog Marina on Wednesday afternoon or evening she would likely join us then. I saw Ron and Kori exchange a look before assuring us that we could certainly do that, and while Ron seemed enthused about getting Tiffany back on board, Kori seemed a little less so. I made a mental note to ask her about that later, and to tell her a little bit about Tiff's situation and mention that she might very well take a separate room. I felt like maybe Kori was just protecting her friend Kristi's turf - me - and wanted her to know that it might not be what she feared.

They prevailed upon Tiffany to stay for just one drink, and the girls headed off together to prepare them, asking for preference before they wandered away. Kori looked at me. "Adam?"

"Jeez K, it's still pretty early. Do you have Bloody Mary stuff?"

"Silly boy! Do leopards have spots? Do black guys have big dicks? Does Donald Trump have the dumbest hair ever seen on a rich, old, white man? Of course I have Bloody Mary stuff!"

Tiffany smiled, more at ease upon seeing that we all teased each other, and Ronnie and I made small talk after they left. He was fascinated with Tifffany, and how and where I'd found her, and how I had managed to talk her into joining us on such short notice. I didn't feel that it was my place to reveal too much of her story to him, a story that had been told to me in confidence. If she wanted them to know more about her, she could tell them herself either now or later in the week.

I could plainly see that Ronnie had taken an instant shine to her, and she and Kori were chattering to each other like old friends by the time they returned, carrying four rather large Bloody Marys. I was starting to feel pretty sure that she would return on Wednesday, and discovered that that thought made me very happy. I could also feel myself relax, with the drink, the company, and the sound of the water lapping at the boat. I was tired though, really tired, and desperately in need of a nap. 

We sat on the deck and enjoyed our drinks, and I could see Tiffany growing more comfortable with Ron and Kori, and they with her. She opened up with them to some degree, and told them parts of her story, leaving out most of the details she had shared with me. They, for their part, told her about themselves and about how we had met and become close friends. They didn't talk much about Kristi, knowing that would be awkward, but when she did sneak into the conversation I could see that Tiff was absorbing every word.

We had mostly finished our drinks when Tiffany glanced at her watch and remarked that she had to be leaving. Ron wouldn't hear of it until after he had given her a tour of the boat, and they wandered away, him leading her by the arm. Kori watched them disappear up the steps to the upper deck, then turned to me.

"She seems very nice Adam. And interesting, there's something about her that's very attractive - or maybe intriguing is a better word - and I don't mean just her looks. Why did you invite her along?"

"Well, like you said, she's interesting. Fascinating really, and beautiful, or at least I think so. But honestly? I'm not really sure, I just kind of blurted it out, and she went along with it. I'm glad she did, I'd like to get to know her better."

Kori smiled indulgently. "Yeah, me too, but do you want to know what I think?"

I knew she'd tell me no matter what I said, so I said "Sure."

"I think you have 'white knight syndrome'. You can't resist a damsel in distress, ever."

"That's not true! And that's not it anyhow, even if it were true."

She laughed. "It is true Adam, I've seen it a hundred times. Even just recently, look at you and Rain, you and Tiffany now, and any woman that cries or is sad and you melt. You can't even find it in your heart to boot Kristi, no matter what she's done or will do, because you don't want to hurt her."

I had thought with Kristi it was because I didn't want to hurt me, but I didn't say anything. She went on. "A lot of men have that to some degree you know, and that's great, but you have a sixth sense for finding these women. Damaged women."

I had to object. "That's not true, and you know it! What about Lisa, and Kristi too for that matter. Neither of them were 'damsels in distress', as you put it. For that matter, neither of them was damaged at all until after they'd met me!"

Kori instantly broke down into gales of helpless laughter, and I realized what I had said. I had to laugh too, it was so stupid. "Wait, that didn't come out right. What I meant to say..." 

She interrupted. "Oh, no, I think it came out perfect! You're kind of a goof, but you're a lovable goof. Oh, Adam!"

She was still laughing when Ron and Tiff returned. Ron looked at her, smiling. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, just the usual honey, Adam and his foot in mouth disease. You know how he is."

"Ah, I see." He turned to Tiffany. "Adam is known as the master of the twisted cliche', mixed metaphor, and malaprop - or perhaps you've already discovered that."

She looked at them, and then at me. "No, actually he seemed a little too smooth to me. At times."

Kori laughed again. "Adam? Smooth? It's obvious you haven't known him very long!"

I made a show of looking at my watch. "Gosh Tiff, look at the time! Don't you have to be running along?" 

They all laughed, but we moved to the side of the boat, and Tiffany and I stepped across onto the dock. I was surprised to see my bags still sitting on the dock, where I had dropped them when I'd helped tie up the boat. Interested in introducing Tiff to my friends, I had forgotten all about the bags. I tossed them to Ronnie, who dropped them on deck.

Ron spoke to Tiff. "So, Tiffany, I guess we'll see you on Wednesday evening."

She looked at them. "Yeah, probably. I should be here about five thirty, or maybe six. I'll try to call you ahead of time if anything changes."

That reminded me to exchange cell phone numbers with her, and I made sure she had Kori's too, in case there was any problem. Kori and I use different vendors, and our signals vary.

They said their farewells, and I walked her up the dock. "Your friends seem really nice. Ron is very sweet."

"They are. Ronnie's a character. He acts all gruff, like nothing affects him, but his heart is pure gold. They're the best, just great people."

"Kori's hot for your bod' you know that right?" She was grinning at me.

I laughed. "Kori's hot for everyones bod', she can't help but flirt and play. To her that's like breathing. If you hung around another half hour she'd be after your bod' too, but it's just a game, she's basically harmless."

"More like dangerous, I think." She paused, watching my face. "You still love Kristi very much, don't you?"

Whoa! That was straight out of left field! Now how to respond to that, since I didn't have the answer?

"Tiff, I don't know what I feel for her right now. I guess I must, in some strange way. Or it may be that I just don't want to let go. I just don't know. I do miss her."

"You still love her, I can tell. So why invite me along, am I just a gap-filler for you, a rebound fling?"

"No, Tiff. I wouldn't do that. I like you a lot - beyond the fact that you're beautiful and I was attracted to you the instant I laid eyes on you - and I wanted more time to get to know you."

She smiled. "Thanks Adam, I think you're being honest with me." She looked thoughtful. "I'll be back on Wednesday, because this looks relaxing, I like your friends, and it just seems like a lot of fun, but I think I will take a separate bedroom. We'll see how it goes."

I shrugged. "Fair enough. I'll be looking forward to seeing you. Treat my Jeep gently, she's old, but by all means use her as needed."

"OK. Bye Adam." She stepped to me and kissed me then, and I realized it was the first time we'd done that, despite the fact that I had made out with her foot and left us both fairly sexually aroused. Her lips were soft and warm, her breath sweet, and the kiss lingered long enough to move beyond chaste, but not long enough to become erotic, or sexual. It left me wanting more.

I watched her walk away, again admiring the spectacle, then returned to the boat. Ron wanted to go and top off the fuel tanks before we left, and I told them I was going to try to catch a nap for a couple of hours. I asked them to wake me for lunch, but not before one o'clock, and left to choose a bedroom. Cabin? Stateroom? I don't know, screw it, I was whipped.

I stripped down and fell into the bed. If I had thought that the noise of the boat starting and being maneuvered around might keep me awake, I was wrong. Pure exhaustion had me out in seconds. I knew nothing until I felt myself being gently shaken awake, and opened my eyes to find myself flat on my back, Kori straddling me.

She had on the tiniest of bikini bottoms, a thong really, and no top, and she leaned forward, putting her bare breasts in my face. She moved, brushing her full breasts across my face, and I could feel her erect nipples drag across my lips. She moaned softly, and I felt her hips move as she pumped her hot mound against my erection, separated by only the thin sheet.

Lips near my ear, she whispered "Wake up Adam, it's time to play!" 

I had been sound asleep, and was very groggy. I was also quite aroused, due to the fact that I had been dreaming about and re-living the scene that I had witnessed only a few hours before at Pops' place, except that in my dream it had been Kristi that had been gasping out her orgasms with Pops' huge black cock buried inside of her, while I watched and Tiffany rode my cock. It had been a very vivid dream! 

Kori rubbing her hot, steamy crotch against my erection felt incredibly good, and I almost grabbed her and pulled her tits back to my lips so that I could suck her nipples, but I finally woke up enough to realize that this was not part of the dream, and that the woman riding me was not Tiffany but my friend Kori, my best buddy's wife!

"Kori, for god's sake get off of me! What are you doing?"

I was pushing at her, but she grabbed my hands and held them down leaning her weight forward to pin them. "I just thought this might be a nice way to wake you up." She pumped her hips again, thrusting herself against my bulge. "Mmm, I was right, it's a very nice way."

I managed to squirm free and pretty much threw her off of me, rolling her onto her back. Unfortunately, she wound up under me and immediately wrapped her legs around me. Fortunately however, I was now completely tangled in the sheet, and it and her bikini bottom combined to prevent her from getting me inside of her - but not for lack of effort, as she wriggled and pumped against me.

I was totally panicked, trying desperately to free myself, but she was very tenacious and clung to me like velcro until she suddenly collapsed back onto the bed, and I was free! I jumped to my feet, keeping the sheet wrapped around my nudity as she rolled onto her side, facing away from me. I took a deep breath, ready to read Kori the riot act, when I realized she was sobbing.

I stopped myself, saying nothing. At a loss, I reached out and touched her shoulder. "Kori honey, it's OK, don't cry! You just startled me is all, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She continued to gasp, so I sat next to her on the bed and shook her gently. "K, c'mon, talk to me! What was that all about? What's going on?"

She suddenly rolled onto her back and looked up at me, and I realized she wasn't crying, but laughing so hard she couldn't catch her breath, and tears rolled down her cheeks! "Oh Adam, oh my god you looked so funny! Your eyes were like saucers, you just totally freaked!" She collapsed into another paroxysm of laughter.

Relieved that she wasn't hurt or crying, I responded. "Funny K, just real damn funny! You shouldn't wake me up out of a sound sleep like that. Damn!"

Still struggling to catch her breath, she gasped "Oh man, I've heard the expression 'deer in the headlights', and now I know exactly what it means!" and she was off again, enjoying my discomfiture.

"Out woman, out of my room! Go laugh someplace else while I get dressed."

"Oh, OK, don't be a poor sport Adam! I have to go tell Ronnie this one, he'll love it! By the way, it's lunch time, so get a wiggle on."

"K, I think you've done enough wiggling for both of us, but if you'll leave, I'll dress and be right out." I looked at her. "Are you going topless, or was that just for my benefit?"

She took a deep breath and thrust her chest out, her pretty pink nipples still jutting forward. "I'm going topless most of the time, when no other boats are around. Is that gonna be a problem?"

"I don't know if problem is the right word. Definitely a distraction though, and it will probably affect my circulation."

She smiled. "You'll just have to get used to it, I guess."

I frowned at her. "Get used to looking at a beautiful pair of tits all day. Tough task, but I suppose I can manage it."

"Thanks Adam, sorry I played such a dirty trick on you." She looked at my crotch, the sheet still tented out, then suddenly reached out and grabbed me, wrapping her fingers around my rigid penis. "That did feel good though. Um, is this ever going to go away, or do you want a little help with it, 'cause I could..."

"If you'll just leave, it will settle down, now out, Kori!"

She released me, pouting. "Ok, Ok. Do you want a beer with lunch?"

"Sure, I guess. I'll be out in a minute."

She looked down at my problem again as she left. "Be careful closing the door!" Laughing again, she left, and I closed the door -carefully - locking it this time. I dropped the sheet back on the bed and looked down at my still totally erect cock. Traitor! I'd have to keep a tight rein on it, because if my body gets its way I will soon be deep inside of my neighbor and friend, the wife of my buddy, and I could see no way back from that!

I rummaged around in one of my bags until I found a pair of baggy and colorful nylon swim trunks and pulled them on over my fading erection, tying the drawstring and topping it off with a white t-shirt with sea turtles on the front, and padded out into the hall and forward to the galley. Kori was just finishing putting food on the table, sandwich fixin's, and I was surprised at how hungry I felt.

She had gotten smoked ham, swiss cheese, spicy brown mustard, multi grain bread, cold, crisp pickles, and potato chips, and I was in heaven! The cold beer was the icing on the cake, and Ron shut off the motor and let the boat just drift as he joined us at the table. We were way out on the lake, the red, ochre, and buff sandstone cliffs and bluffs all around us, and it was starkly and spectacularly beautiful.




Adam's Journey Pt. 39



Noticing that he was ogling her, I leaned behind Kori and whispered to her.

"I think you're giving them a good flash." 

She didn't seem the least surprised, muttering "Yup!", and spreading her feet a little farther apart. I should have known! Far be it from Kori, apparently, to deny anyone that wants to look at her body, and she was probably getting off on it, her pussy getting all slippery wet just from being looked at!

Doug seemed to realize he'd been busted, or perhaps just that he had been staring for too long, and he looked away. "Uh, well good then, we'll look forward to seeing y'all tomorrow. And it was Kori, Ron, and Adam, right?"

K answered him. "You got it! We'll plan on tomorrow, sounds like a good time!"

Doug released the rail and pushed away from our boat. "Well, Steve and I will be looking forward to seeing more of you, Kori. We'll let our wives worry about making the guys feel welcome."

Kori smiled teasingly down at him. "Thanks Doug, but there's really not much more of me for you to see!"

He had the decency to blush and give a sheepish laugh, knowing he'd been thoroughly busted. They started up the boat and turned away, but not before we all noticed that the bulge in his tight suit had taken on a decidedly more upward angle, the head of his growing cock pushing at the low waistband as if trying to escape. Kori let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased at what she had wrought.

They circled out away from our boat, then turned back in and did a fast pass right alongside us as both of the women pulled up their bikini tops and flashed us their ample boobs! Pam seemed to have an especially nice rack, her nipples dark and erect. We laughed and clapped, jeering at them, as Kori whipped open her towel and flashed them right back, and they circled farther out, one more time and came back by, one of the ladies taking over for Steve at the wheel, and this time the two guys dropped their suits and mooned us, Doug pulling his Speedo down far enough that his heavy hanging nutsack was also clearly exposed, suspended between his thighs.

Kori bent over, legs apart, and showed them her derriere, and, undoubtedly, much more. Ronnie and I scrambled to moon them back, but they were quickly past us and speeding up the lake, all of us laughing and waving to each other. It looked like this could shape up to be a fun party indeed, if there were more people like this there!

We walked back to the helm, Ronnie climbing into the pilot's seat and starting the engine, and we slowly began to gather speed, getting turned so that we were again heading for the anatomically shaped landmark he had pointed out. Kori stopped behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him on the side of his neck.

"Well, that was fun! You just never know who you're going to meet or what opportunities are going to come your way out here."

Ronnie chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, and you're such a horny slut you can never resist a chance to show off your hot little body either, can you?"

She smacked him on the shoulder, laughing. "Hey, if I hadn't started it you guys probably wouldn't have gotten to see those tits, and you've got to admit you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

I agreed that I had, Ronnie grudgingly went along, but seemed more interested in the enjoyment his wife had received from eyeballing Doug's clearly displayed package. "Sure baby, we enjoyed the boob flash, but don't pretend you didn't find a little eye candy there yourself!"

She fessed up. "Hey, I'm not denying it! That Doug looked pretty well equipped, nice hefty package. Makes me wonder what Steve was hiding in his trunks!" 

I laughed at them. "You two are unbelievable! Here you just got done with each other, both of you just got your rocks off, and you're all over these total strangers like you haven't had sex in months! Amazing!"

Ronnie looked at me. "Hey dude, just remember that what happens at Lake Powell stays at Lake Powell, OK?"

"Funny, I'd always heard that was Vegas."

Kori hugged me from behind, once again naked, her warm breasts pressed to my back. I was pretty sure I could feel her hard nipples. "That rule applies to any place we vacation Adam. When I'm on vacation I have lots of free time to relax and think about sex, and when I do that I end up wanting sex. Lots and lots of sex."

Her hand moved down to dip into the waistband of my trunks, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her. I couldn't believe that she had been about to grope me right in front of her husband! I was starting to feel like maybe I was in way over my head here. I felt her rub her slippery nipples across my back, remembering that she had both lotion and cum on them as she released me and stepped away. 

"Well, whoever is going to drive stay here and whoever is not please come down and help me get some supper started."

Ron volunteered to stay at the helm, and the naked nymphette that physically resembled my friend Kori took my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. She looked back at Ron. "This will take about thirty five or forty minutes dear. Will we be at our stopping spot by then?"

He glanced at her. "Oh, no way! It's further than it looks, we've got a good couple of hours, easy. Just bring the plates up and we can eat up here while we go, if that's OK with you two. I don't feel like using the indoor controls, and we should try to keep moving."

We agreed, and went down to the galley kitchen. Kori gave me some ground beef, telling me to brown it on the stove, and as I started that she began to pull salad stuff and some other things out of the refrigerator. Focused on my task, I didn't realize she had come up behind me until I felt her cold hand slither up the leg of my shorts and grab my balls! Startled, I jumped, and swore.

"Kori, fuck, your hands are cold!" I couldn't seem to get disentangled, and she began to squeeze and massage my balls.

"They're not that cold Adam, your balls are just hot. And a little sweaty, if you don't mind me saying so. Feels kinda sexy!"

Her hand moved to my rapidly thickening cock, tugging downwards along it's length, stroking me. It felt good, damn good, and I let her go on for longer than I should have.

Continuing to stir and turn the hot beef, I begged her to let go. "C'mon K, please stop! You're killing me here, you know that, right?"

She continued to masturbate my now hard cock. "God, you're so thick! You know I'm going to need that inside of me before this trip is over don't you?"

"K, that can't happen! Not with Ronnie, and Kristi - think about them. We can't do that."

Her hand still wrapped around my cock, she paused. "You know that nobody, not Ronnie, not Kristi, and certainly not me, expected you to come on this trip and be some kind of monk or something. Did you take some stupid vow of celibacy, or are you just the most stubborn, prudish damn man on earth? I can tell pretty easily that you're not a eunuch, so try to get in the swing of things, would you!"

She released my throbbingly erect cock, now trying valiantly to poke out the leg opening of my shorts, and stepped away. She reached for the lettuce, and I stopped her. "Kori, wash your hands before you handle the food."

She laughed. "Jesus Adam! Why, is your cock dirty?" 

"No, but you said yourself my balls were sweaty. It's just the principle of the thing, you're supposed to wash your hands when you handle food."

Still laughing, she stepped to the sink and began to lather up her hands. "You're too much Adam, just too much, but I will break you. I will have you before I'm done, you can put money on that!"

Looking at her shining hair, lean, naked back and round, beautiful tush, I was afraid she might be right. 

Kori dried her hands and began to break up the lettuce into a large bowl, adding some olives, tomato wedges, sliced peppers, and onion, then set it aside and took the browned meat from me, adding tomato sauce, tomato paste, Italian seasoning and a little extra oregano and a few secret ingredients that I had seen her use before. About that point I figured out she was making her incredibly good spaghetti sauce. 

Somehow, the fact that she was cooking right in front of me, stark naked, and we were making routine small talk as she did so, was driving me completely insane with lust. To say that I wanted her would be badly understating what I was feeling, and my erection refused to die.

She covered the sauce, setting it to simmer, and grabbed up the salad, utensils, and a bottle of Italian dressing.

"Adam, grab some plates, and I think Ronnie has a couple bottles of Chianti stashed around here somewhere - bring one and come up top and we'll have our salads with Ron while the sauce simmers. It won't take me long to cook the pasta."

I grabbed plates and did a rapid search for the wine, wanting desperately and for purely selfish reasons to follow closely behind Kori going back up the steps. My face at the level of her bare ass just seemed like a really good idea! Unfortunately, by the time I located the Chianti, glasses, and the corkscrew she was stepping onto the upper deck, so I completely missed that opportunity.

We pulled a couple of chairs and a small table over near the helm so that we could sit with Ron, and enjoyed the salad and the wine, although Ron made it a point to drink sparingly. Kori mostly behaved herself, although with her sitting opposite me and apparently completely oblivious to her nudity, she made no effort to sit in a more modest pose and was, more often than not, fully on display. She looked soft, open,and wet, and I found it incredibly distracting, but not the least bit unappetizing. Quite the opposite.

She left at one point to go down and start the pasta boiling, and I intended to ask Ronnie just how he felt about her behavior, and to try to clarify what was expected of me. I wanted to let them know I was not OK with the way this was headed, and to ask him to get her to back off, just a little.

Before I could get my thoughts organized, Ron took a different tack. "So what about Kristi, Adam? Have you reached any decisions on that score?"

I had to regroup. "Uh, well, I don't know. I mean I've tried coming at it from a dozen different directions and I keep coming back to not being able to imagine a future without her. You know what I mean?"

"I think I do, actually. I love that girl Adam, Kori and I both do, and I know you do. And you know we both love you and just want to see you happy. I kind of figured maybe the four of us would all wind up growing old together." He laughed self-consciously. "Pretty sappy, huh?"

I laughed. "Yeah, pretty sappy, but I appreciate the thought, and I know what you mean. It must be the alcohol - and I feel the same, you know that."

"Seriously Adam, Kori and I have hundreds of acquaintances, maybe a couple dozen good friends, but nobody else like you and Kristi. I mean, you're like the brother I never had, and she's like this perfect angel."

"Uh, Ronnie, you have a brother."

He shook his head. "You couldn't let that go past, could you? OK, then you're like the brother I wish I had, and she's still an angel because she would have shut up and not called me on that. But anyhow, we're like the Four Musketeers, you know?"

I laughed. I could tell Ronnie really meant what he said, and that broaching this subject had been difficult for him. He is rarely sentimental, usually getting by on humor, brash bluster, and typical male banter, and although he and I have a great relationship and share almost everything we are not the mushy, touchy-feely types when we're together.

"Thanks Ron, that means a lot. But Kristi isn't an angel, she's a woman, a beautiful, sexy, incredible, amazing woman, one that's not perfect, and that makes mistakes. Lord knows I've made enough of them, and I'm an ass for being so uptight about it, I guess. It was a huge shock, but I was awfully tough on her."

He chuckled. "Well howdy do! Wake up and smell the coffee! Took you long enough to get your head out of your ass, dude, wasn't it awfully dark in there?!"

I laughed. "Yeah, well. I guess when I get home I can only tell her I'm sorry, and that I'll try. I'm still not sure I can live with what she expects of me, but I can't let her go without trying. I'd always wonder if I did that, it would drive me nuts. I'd never know if I made the right choice."

"And remember you've been, uh, let's see, how would Oprah say it - you've been exploring you sexuality just a wee bit too lately, haven't you?"

I chuckled at that. "Why yes Miss Oprah, it seems that I have. And it's been an adventure, that's for sure."

"Great! I hope you shot video, because I'll pay you for it if you did!"

Kori spoke up from behind us. Neither of us had heard her approach. "Video of what, dear?" She had slipped on one of Ron's old, blue chambray shirts against the cooling breeze, but had left it unbuttoned halfway down and rolled up the sleeves. Why is it that a beautiful woman can take something as mundane as a man's shirt and turn it into an incredibly sexy look, just by being totally naked underneath. Oh. Duh. Question asked and answered!

"Oh, hi honey! I was just saying, Adam has been trying to poke anything female he's come across for the last couple of weeks, and I don't think he brought us any video!"

Kori looked at me reproachfully. "Well, not necessarily anything female. Right Adam?"

I recognized the dig over the fact that I had rebuffed her advances. "K, Ronnie exaggerates! It's just been a little, um, weird for the last few weeks, it seems like everything keeps coming back to sex, which - as you know - has never happened to me like this before."

She cocked her head and looked at me. "It's the whole thing with Kristi, I'll bet. It just made you more aware, cracked your shell a little bit, and you found out that sex is just a most basic human instinct, not something you need to agonize over and battle against. Pretty fun, huh sweetie?"

Ronnie piped up. "Oh, honey, speaking of Kristi, when we get home Adam is going to get back together with her and try to work things out. Isn't that great?"

Kori threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me. "Oh, that's fantastic! Oh, I'm so happy for you Adam, and for us, that's just the best news ever!"

I wanted to caution her, still not sure myself that it would work out, but I was sure going to try. No reason to burst Kori's bubble just now, she could wait and see with me. 

Kori seemed very excited to hear that I intended to try to work through things and stay with Kristi, so much so that her enthusiasm actually surprised me. 

"Adam, I'm so glad you're going to give her another chance! You know she never meant to hurt you. I can't wait, you should call her and tell her, right now!"

"K, she was very specific about not wanting to talk to me until this trip was over. She told me to take the time to sort out my feelings, so she probably wouldn't have much faith in anything I told her now, on the very first day."

Ronnie held up his phone. "Besides baby, no signal out here, remember? We're in the middle of a lake in the middle of the desert, not at the mall."

Kori looked like she was pouting at having her plan thwarted, and I had to laugh. "Oh K, you poor thing! I know how much you hate delayed gratification, but it looks like you're out of luck this time. Maybe if we get close to shore you can spot a Pony Express rider and send her a letter."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Spoken by the expert on delayed gratification!" She smiled. "Still, that is great news. I'm just so happy!"

She started to well up, and turned and walked away from us, to stand at the rail, her back to us, looking out over the water and the colorful cliffs rising above it. I think she was trying to get her emotions in check, and I was again amazed at how powerfully my news had affected her. Maybe I realized then just how much she loved Kristi and I.

We rode in silence for a few minutes, just the throb of the engines and the water schussing under the hull. Ron was first to break the silence, extending his arm to indicate the view Kori was looking at. 

"I knew this kind of beauty and solitude would help clear your muddled up head. I think you're doing the right thing, if that means anything to you. It is incredibly beautiful here, isn't it? Even more than Lake Mead, I think."

"Thanks Ronnie, you know I do care what you think. And I agree, it's an amazing view. Especially in that direction, with your lovely wife in the foreground."

He looked at her, then smiled at me. "Yeah, I'm a pretty lucky guy, and I know it! She's a special lady, but if I didn't have her in my life, then Kristi is the woman I would have wanted to meet, so you're pretty damn lucky too!

"Yeah, I know that, but it hasn't been easy lately. But we can do this, I'm sure of it. I have to be." I know I sounded a little like I was trying to convince myself, and I guess maybe I was.

We both sat and looked at Kori from the rear. Or, more precisely, at Kori's rear. She had leaned forward, elbows on the railing, and was just looking off into the distance. With her bending forward, her shirt tails had ridden up just enough in the back to expose the lower two or three inches of Kori's round little naked ass, and the shallow, curvy 'Y' formed where her thighs and bottom joined. As we watched, she moved her legs slightly apart, and I could see the silhouette of the narrow cleft between her legs, and I imagined walking up behind her and pressing my hard cock up into her tight heat. 

I coughed to hide my thoughts. "Damn! No offense Ronnie, but you're never, ever going to look as good in that shirt as she does - you might as well tell her to keep it."

He smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. "Pretty fucking hot wife, huh? You got wood there, buddy?"

"Fuck, Ron, what kind of a question is that?" I knew he was trying to embarrass me. But this was the new me, right? "Of course I've got wood, I'm not in a coma you know. Don't you?"

"Of course I do! Well, you've got a log and I've got a toothpick, but they're both wood, right?" We should both go and show her how much we've been admiring the view."

I laughed, pulling him out of his seat. "You go show her, she's your horny wife. I'll drive again. I guess I'll be the designated driver for whenever you two want to fuck instead of drink. Not sure if MADD has a policy for that one. I guess it would have to be MAFD instead."

Kori turned around just then. "Oh good Ron, you're up. You can come and help me get the dinner stuff, everything should be ready. Adam, you steer and we'll have dinner up in just a few minutes, OK?"

"Sure, no problem. And Kori, thanks."

She looked at me quizzically "For what?"

I smiled at her. "For that stance you took at the railing. That was both lovely and inspirational, not to mention very sexy."

She giggled and winked at us, glancing down at our crotches. "I was counting on you guys to notice that. Good thing you didn't let me down."

They disappeared down the steps, and I settled in to driving the boat. I found it to be relaxingly mindless duty, and was not sure why Ron seemed to enjoy it so much. Maybe it was the freedom to let his mind wander and just relax, for a change. Whatever, it was easy out on the open lake.

They soon reappeared and we enjoyed a nice dinner together, spaghetti, tasty meat sauce, garlic bread, the remains of our salads, and several glasses of the Chianti, which Ron left mostly to Kori and me. By the time we finished and I started to help Kori clean up, the stairs had become a little difficult for both of us to navigate. I blamed the huge waves, but Ronnie claimed the lake was almost dead calm and suggested it might be the wine. He may have been right - I couldn't actually see the waves, but I could sure feel them under the boat. 




Adam's Journey Pt. 40



Ronnie frowned. "Hey, one thing my wife does not need is your help spending my money! And besides, all those other models are way too powerful for her. I don't want her to kill herself, and she's not the driver Kristi is, you know."

I glanced at Kori. She shrugged, agreeing with him, still making no move to clean herself up.

I looked back at Ron, still a little pissed about this whole thing. "That's no problem for you, moneybags. Just part with a few thousand extra and send her to one of those race driving schools. You know, Skip Barber or one of those, there are several really good ones. That's where Kristi learned. Me too, years ago."

Ronnie grimaced, I could tell he didn't like that idea, but Kori loved it! She bounced to her feet and crossed to him. "Oooh, yeah, that sounds like fun! Please honey? Say yes and you'll get a big kiss!"

He looked down into her pleading eyes and cum smeared face and wrinkled his nose. "Uh, well OK - but no kissing. Maybe later. Like after you've had a chance to brush your teeth, maybe."

She laughed. "Oh, don't be such a pansy! It's just a little semen, and it was only Adam - he's like family!"

Ron shook his head. "Kori babe, I love you dearly, you know that, but saying he's like family only makes it worse, not better!"

Even though I was still upset with them, I had to smile at this little interplay. Kori pretended to pout. "You don't love me! You won't even kiss me - I think you're just mad because I won the bet."

Ronnie sighed and pulled out the tail of his bright Hawaiian shirt, raising it up and using it to wipe off Kori's lips, cheek, and chin, then leaned forward and kissed her gingerly. She quickly grabbed his head and stuck her tongue into his mouth, pressing her still wet, slick body against him as he struggled to escape! I laughed, feeling like maybe she had gotten him back for me, just a little bit, but still...

I reached behind the sofa and picked up my trunks and bunched them in my lap, covering myself. "When you two are done farting around over there, can we talk for a minute? Seriously, I'm having a real problem with this, I don't much like how this all happened. I'm actually kind of pissed off at you guys!"

They stopped and looked at me, both seeming quite surprised by my anger. Kori spoke first. "You're actually mad at us? For what, just for playing a little trick on you?"

"That wasn't just a 'little trick' K! You had me seriously hating myself for that, for helping you cheat on Ronnie and for me letting him down when I knew he trusted me, I felt like a real piece of shit! And knowing it was all a set up doesn't make it any better, because at the time it all happened I didn't know that. Damn, you guys, this was just way over the top, even for you!" The more I talked, and the more my sense of relief about Ron's reaction wore off, the angrier I became. A lot of my anger was still with myself for being so weak, but I directed it at them. 

Ron reached for a towel and handed it to Kori before speaking. "Relax Adam, for Pete's sake! I would think you'd be happy, you just got a great blowjob from a beautiful woman."

I shook my head. "Fuck you Ron! Of course she's a beautiful woman, but she's your wife! What kind of shit is that, you watching her blow me? I thought we were friends." I realized I was almost shouting, and made an effort to rein myself in.

He shrugged. "We are, but it looked like you both enjoyed it. I know my wife did." He turned to her. "Did that make you horny baby?"

Kori shivered, then hugged herself. "Extremely!"

I looked from one to the other, amazed they weren't more concerned about all this. "It's just wrong, is all. It never should have happened, it changes everything."

They looked at each other for a moment, then Ron sighed and spoke to her. "Do you want to tell him, or should I?"

Kori shrugged and walked over to me, sitting next to me and putting her hand on my bare leg. It felt like an electric shock went through me, and I jerked away from her. "Adam, honey, there's something you should know. Me and Ronnie belong to a little swing group back home, so we have sex with other people sometimes. We swing a little sweetie, just for the fun and excitement. So it's OK, you didn't make me cheat or sully me in some way. I just feel bad that you're so upset - it was supposed to be fun for you too." She rubbed my arm, a concerned look in her eye. "We never intended to hurt you, or make you feel like this."

I just stared at them. "No way! That's not possible! How could I not have known about something like that after all these years?"

Ronnie shrugged. "You're gone a lot, you know, way out in the boonies." Kori joined in. "And we don't do it often. Our little group meets once a month, at a local motel, and we don't go every month. Maybe nine or ten times a year is all." Ronnie laughed. "Yeah, we don't want to burn ourselves out and have it become boring, after all!"

I was amazed! "Seriously, you two do this? Why?"

Ron shook his head. "Well, it started as my idea, and I had to really work to talk this one into it, but once she tried it she was hooked!"

Kori smiled. "Boy, I'll say!"

Ron chuckled. "Like a fish to water! I mean I enjoy it, and there are a couple of very sweet, sexy ladies in our group, but it's kind of gotten to the point where I get as much enjoyment out of my wife's pleasure as I do from getting laid myself! I think that happens a lot, when guys talk their wives into swinging."

I was at a loss for words. I looked at one of them, then the other, and could see that they were waiting for me to speak. "Um, yeah, well, maybe so. They have a much greater capacity for sex than us guys do. We talk like we're the sexual gods, but almost any woman could screw one of us unconscious and still have the strength left to go shopping."

Ron laughed, then went on. "And in case you never noticed, I'm not the most well-endowed guy around. My wife and I are good together, but I figure every now and then she should get to enjoy a little something more than what I can offer, you know what I mean?"

I let the sarcasm drip. "Yeah Ron, I think I can figure it out without any diagrams. But how come you never told me any of this before? It seems like we don't have many secrets from each other."

Kori rubbed my leg. "We were never totally sure how you would take it. We didn't want to lose your friendship."

Ron laughed. "Yeah, I love you buddy, but you can be kind of a prissy bastard sometimes! You're a little prudish for such a young guy."

"Hey! I am not!"

Kori spoke up again. "No, Ronnie's right sweetie, you do tend to be a little judgmental at times."

I considered that. I guess there may have been a grain of truth to what they said. "So why tell me now?"

Ron guffawed, and Kori smiled. "Adam, honey, it's a little more difficult for you to be judgmental when I have your cum all over me!"

Still laughing, Ron added "Yeah, and you with your cock hanging out! I wish I had a picture of the look on your face when you were cumming on her! You wanted to totally surrender, but you couldn't decide between ecstasy and panic - it was classic!"

I could only shake my head. "Damn, you guys! I could have had a heart attack or something! I mean I guess I'm sorta OK, I understand better now, but still..." The nagging thought in my head forced itself to the front again. "What about Kristi? I mean, shouldn't you have backed off this whole thing since I told you about planning to try to stay together with her? Your timing really sucks."

Kori looked at me, almost with a look of pity. "Poor Adam, you're always a little out of step, aren't you? Kristi knew all about our plan, she had no problem with it. She did bet on Ronnie's side though, she thought there was no way you would go through with it. I think they both underestimate me!"

I was stunned! "Kristi knew you were going to do this?"

"Yup."

"And she was OK with it?" 

"Yup. She's known about our little swing group too, for a few months now. She was hoping maybe she could get you to bring her sometime, but could never quite figure out how to broach the subject."

That shocked me. I would need some time to digest that thought. "Kori, what if I had fucked you? I wanted to, you know - desperately."

"Then I probably wouldn't still be so damn horny!" I heard Ronnie laugh as Kori went on. "What do you think would have happened Adam? Do you think I would have divorced Ron and run off with you? Or that you'd be permanently spoiled for Kristi or any other woman? Crap, Adam, it's just sex! It feels good, we both hopefully get something out of it, we enjoy each other, have a little wet, sticky fun, and life goes on!"

When she put it like that...

She threw a sofa pillow on the floor and pulled me down with her. "Here, lay back. I think it's your turn again, you owe me one now, and I do have this certain extreme horniness problem! Which is all your fault by the way."

I glanced at Ron, who stood by, arms folded, smiling. "Don't look at me pal! You're not going to spend all week getting my wife all hot and horny and then sending her to me to take care of! Although that doesn't really sound all that bad, come to think of it. Never mind, you started it, now finish the job!"

Kori arranged the small pillow under my head then swung her right leg over me, giving me a close-up look at her aroused pussy inches from my face. She slowly lowered herself until her soft curls tickled my nose and her feminine scent overwhelmed me, and as the sweet, musky flavor of her sex flooded my tongue I felt a powerful jolt of arousal ripple from the top of my head to my toes before settling in a seething mass in my groin. 

I closed my eyes and just lost myself in the feel of Kori's sex against my lips, my tongue gently parting her hot and swollen flesh. The taste, feel, scent, heat, the small sounds she was making - all washed over me and left me reeling, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

She had teased me for so long, flirting, showing off her body, inciting countless erections and any number of heated dreams, and I had wanted her, desperately, knowing all along that she was unattainable, forbidden to me. I love her, there is no doubt of that, but I had never seriously thought about it in a sexual manner, or of loving her as a lover. My enjoyment of Kori had always been a little vicarious, through Ron, my joy coming in part from knowing that he had found such a great lady with whom to share his life. To me she had always been the woman you love as an amazing friend, a confidant, someone that would listen to my troubles and not feel obligated to try to solve my problems, somebody you know you can count on. A little like Izzy in that regard, except right next door, our closeness more like a sister, I suppose, although I have no sisters and thus nothing on which to base that. But now that had all changed.

If she was my sister I was breaking several taboos and probably a few laws, and was finding myself confused, enthralled, scared, and very, very aroused by it! I had my arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her to my face as though she might try to leave, although I was fairly sure there was no chance of that. She was moving her hips, slowly sliding her extremely wet, aroused pussy over my lips and chin, occasionally bumping my nose with her pubic bone, or with the hard little button of her engorged clitoris.

I opened my eyes, looking up at her smooth stomach and the underside of her breasts, proud little pink nipples jutting forward. I released my hold on her legs and ran my hands up her sides, just able to reach her tits. They felt wonderful, full and firm and every bit as good as they looked, and I tweaked her hard nipples by running my fingertips across them. I could tell by the way her hips spasmed and she pushed herself into my face that I had touched her the way she wanted.

I rolled my eyes further up and tilted my head just slightly, suddenly remembering Ron and wondering what he was doing during all this. He was there, facing Kori, above my head at the limit of my peripheral vision, watching us. He stepped closer, where I could now see him, and I realized he had his shorts down around his knees and his cock in hand, slowly stroking his rigid penis!

I had never seen him erect before, and I was somewhat surprised by his erect size. He wasn't large, maybe a little over four inches and certainly less than five, but compared to the flaccid little nubbin I had seen in various locker rooms and occasionally at poolside he had easily tripled in length, and probably more than doubled in girth.

My own cock only expands from about six or seven inches flaccid to approximately ten erect, less than a fifty percent increase, although I do gain a fair amount of thickness. I have always heard that some men show and some men grow, and I guess Ronnie and I were proof of that adage. Anyhow, he always makes fun of his own sexual equipment, or claimed lack thereof, but I didn't think it was nearly as bad as he had always led me to believe.

Kori held her hands out to him. "Come here baby, I want to suck your cock!" Ron stepped forward, his feet near my head as she took him in hand and began to stroke his cock. He pulled away long enough to kick off his pants, then stepped up again, one foot on each side of my head as his wife took his rock hard erection into her mouth, engulfing him completely before slowly drawing her lips back to suck and lap at the rosy pink head of his cock.

I had a very weird angle from my front row seat, and while I continued to lick and lap at Kori's aroused sex, swirling her clit, pushing my tongue into her, enjoying the movements and sounds I was causing her to make, I also watched her suck her husband's cock right above my face.

Ronnie had his hands on his hips and was slowly pumping them back and forth, fucking his stiff little dick into his wife's willing mouth. Kori would let it slide in, all the way to the base, then suck at it as he slowly slid out, her lips making a small popping sound as he would withdraw, at which point she invariably licked her lips before he would again push deep into her mouth. As I continued to tongue her aroused sex I wondered absently just how many hours together they had spent with her lips wrapped around his cock.

The view I had of the underside of his wet cock and of his round, loaded nutsack was not something I can say I ever wanted - or anticipated - seeing, but right then I just didn't care. He was sharing his beautiful wife and my sweet, sweet friend with me, she felt and tasted amazing, I was very aroused, and while the thoughts and what-ifs and recriminations still cascaded through my brain I concentrated on going with Kori's thought: We were all enjoying this, enjoying each other, and it was all just good, wet, horny fun! So far it was working, and I was hard and erect against my stomach.

I felt a large, wet drop of liquid plop down onto my chest, right at the base of my throat, and wondered fleetingly if it was cum, if Ronnie was cumming in Kori's willing mouth. Not that I could do anything about it if he was. Looking up I could see another drop forming on Kori's chin and I realized it was just her saliva, that his cock in her mouth was causing her to drool slightly and that she had dripped on me. 

I could see that her breasts were also becoming wet with her slobber, and I ran my fingers through the slickness and across her nipples. She bucked her pussy into my face and cried out as I did this, and I crushed her clit with my tongue as she rode through her first orgasm.

Ronnie said "Damn, dude, don't make her bite my dick off!", then began talking to her. "Do you like that baby? Do you like getting your pussy eaten while you've got my dick in your mouth? You do, don't you? It made you cum baby, I know it made you cum. I bet you can't wait to get that big cock inside you, I know you've wanted Adam's big cock for a long time and now it's right there, all hard and thick and waiting to push way deep in your horny pussy!"

I'm not sure who was more turned on by his smut talk! His dick was raging hard, like stone, as was mine, and Kori's pussy was almost gushingly wet as she came again, my tongue on her clit, her orgasm rippling through her body to the sound of her deeply satisfied groans. As her second orgasm ended, Ron pulled out of her mouth and stepped behind her, over me, accidentally kicking me in the ribs as he did so. I let out an involuntary grunt, and he apologized.

"Sorry buddy, my bad! Sure don't want to hurt you while you're making my wife cum, she'd never forgive me!"

Kori leaned forward, her pubic bone against my nose and her warm stomach touching my forehead, and I found my tongue pressed to the very front of her cleft, the tip still flicking at her hard clit. Before I fully realized what was happening Ron had entered her from behind, thrusting himself fully into her sopping cunt, the base of his small but steel-hard cock and his balls pressing to my chin!

It seemed to be something they had done before, the move very practiced and expected, but it surprised me! To say that I found it disconcerting to have his cock and balls practically in my face would be an enormous understatement, but as I felt Kori's body begin to react to being fucked, to build to another orgasm, it kind of became OK. My best friend Ron and I were teaming up to give sweet Kori a great deal of very intense pleasure, and that seemed to be all that really mattered at that moment.

He fucked his wife, pumping his hard cock into her, his chubby balls hitting my chin with every thrust, and I continued to lick her erect clit, and she cried out her ecstasy as her third orgasm rocked her beautiful body. It was very, very good! 

We continued to team up on Kori for a couple of minutes, and she seemed to be very much enjoying our combined attention. At one point I felt Ronnie thrust hard into her and hold there, fully embedded inside of her, and I felt Kori's body tense and push back strong against him, as if trying to get him even deeper inside. I wondered briefly if Ron might be cumming, concerned about the possible ramifications of my own position in that event. (My fancy way of saying that I didn't much want his cum running out of her and into my face!) 

I needn't have been concerned, he wasn't, and after holding himself far inside of her for a few moments he withdrew, groaning as his rigid cock sprang free of her tight grip. "Oh, God! As good as your pussy feels baby, I know it's not me you want inside of you right now, am I right?"

"Ohhh god, mmmm, fuck! No offense dear, but I would kind of like to try Adam on for size, if that's OK with you." She slid forward on my face as she said that, now free of Ron's impaling rod, and allowed herself the luxury of my tongue probing inside of her open pussy, where Ron had just been. I was aware of that fact, but Kori was in control at the moment, and I found I didn't much care anyway. She finally raised off of me with a low groan of her own.

"Uhhh, shit! That felt so fucking good!" She sat on the edge of the sofa, legs spread, and reached out to me. "Here Adam, get up, let's try something different."

I took her proffered hand and pulled myself to a sitting position, wiping my other hand across my face to remove some of the secretions Kori had left on me. She saw that move and smiled. "Sorry. Guess I'm a little wet, huh?"

I smiled back at her as I rose to my feet. "You're extremely wet, and I'm not sorry in the least. A guy likes to know that his efforts are appreciated!"

"Mmmm, they sure were!" She looked from me to Ron, checking out our respective hard-ons, his glistening with her wetness and totally rigid, pointing skywards and arching back toward his belly, mine stiff but dry, except at the tip where I was leaking slightly, standing proud and erect about fifteen or twenty degrees shy of vertical. She reached out and took a penis in each hand, pulling us both closer to her. "Wow, this is really the long and short of the matter!"




Adam's Journey Pt. 41



I let her continue to pull me forward, angling my head slightly to allow for Ron's body being in the way, until my lips met hers, Ron's rigid cock sliding betwen our lips, the head of his penis and a couple of inches of his erection in his wife's mouth.

I was in a state of sexual overload, approaching orgasm, at the point where almost anything was acceptable in the pursuit of satisfaction. Even then though, in that state of arousal, this was too much. I pulled away, backing off a few inches to watch Kori's face.

When I did, Kori pulled back as well, letting Ron's stiff cock pop out of her mouth. As if spring loaded, it sprang up, striking me on the tip of my nose hard enough to make my eyes water a little. Kori let out a small laugh at that, then looked into my eyes.

"Oh Adam, why did you stop? I was enjoying sharing with you, I wanted to see you do it!" She sounded truly disappointed.

I continued to slowly fuck her, the feeling of an imminent explosion that had been building up just moments before slowly subsiding. I wrinkled my nose at her. "It's just kinda not my thing K, not something I really want to do, you know?"

"Oh come on Adam, please? It was making me so hot! Have you ever tried it? Oh god!" She gasped as I thrust into her.

I glanced up at Ron, who was silently watching us, noncommittal, still holding one of Kori's hands, still impressively erect.

"No K, I never have."

"Then how do you know you wouldn't like it?"

I looked at her and smiled, thrusting a little more deeply into her heat, making her gasp again. "Some things you just know, Kori. I've never lit my ass on fire or crushed my balls in a vise either, but I know without any doubt that I wouldn't like either!"

Ron laughed, but objected. "Hey, are you comparing sucking my cock to having your balls crushed in a vise?"

"Yeah Ronnie, pretty much. No offense."

"Oh. OK, none taken. Look, I don't care much as long as somebody sucks my cock, and I mean soon!"

That surprised me. I had figured that Ronnie was probably as weirded out by that whole thing as I was, but clearly he was not! Before I could ponder that thought any further, Kori decided that if she couldn't share us that way, she'd share us another way. 

"All right, if tht's the way it's going to be. Enough talking! I want to fuck, not talk, and I want both of my guys at once. I want you both to fuck me!" She pushed me away as she said that, wriggling slightly to pull away from where I still had her deeply impaled. When I slid free of her velvet grip I gasped and shuddered at the intensity of the feeling of the end of my cock leaving her, and I heard her moan softly as well. She slid to her knees on the floor, pushing Ronnie into a half sitting/half reclining position on the sofa, his feet on the floor in front of him. I stood watching, my cock, slick and shiny with her secretions, standing out stiffly in front of me. I wasn't at all sure what she was going for here.

She straddled Ron, facing me, and lowered herself onto his hard little cock. He slid fully in, meeting little resistance, and Kori giggled. "Gosh honey, are you in? I can't even tell!"

"Har-har dear, real funny! It's not my fault you like to fuck farm animals! Careful, or I'll have to trade you in for a younger model with less miles on the undercarriage!" He looked at me. "Thanks pal! Now whenever she wears a short skirt and no undies and the wind is blowing, she'll probably make a whistling noise!"

I laughed at Ron's typically crude comment, shaking my head as Kori made a disgusted sound and slapped him hard on his thigh, making a loud smack. "Don't be gross, dear!"

She rode up and down on him in short bounces, taking him fully into her pussy and then grinding down onto him. I failed to see how I could involve myself in this other than to step forward and bring my cock to her lips, so that's what I did. I held my cock at the base, rubbing it on her face, smearing her face with the combination of her own juices and the pre-cum that I knew I had been leaking inside of her, and was in fact still leaking. She just turned her head, encouraging me to rub my hard cock all over her face, so I did until she opened her mouth and took me in. The feeling was intense, and it forced a groan from deep inside of me. 

She sucked me for a few moments, continuing to grind on Ron as she did so, before letting me slide from her lips with an audible pop. "Mmmm! Good thing I have such sweet pussy, 'cause you taste like me!"

She raised up then, off of Ron, his upright cock completely slathered with the fluids of her arousal, before slowly lowering herself back onto him, reaching back between her legs to guide his cock into her. I realized she was taking his short and slender cock up her ass, that she had ridden him in order to get both of them well-lubricated, and that she wanted me to fuck her pussy while her husband's cock plumbed her anus!

I felt a powerful throb run through my cock. I had never been part of a DP situation before - my only previous three-way being my recent encounter with Rick and Sue - but it seemed this was going to be a night of firsts. I wondered idly what Kori had planned for the rest of the trip, because this night was going to be hard to top.

She leaned back, resting most of her weight on Ron's abdomen as she held her legs up and apart. I could see her pussy, open, lips swollen with lust and slick with arousal, her small clit erect and jutting, and I could see Ron's taut ballsack at the base of her ass, his cock disappearing into her tight rosebud, his shaft perfectly curved to penetrate her from that angle.

She didn't say anything, but the way she looked at me I knew exactly what was expected, and I stepped between her upraised legs, straddling Ronnie's with my own, and reached down and guided my hard cock into her steaming cunt, pushing as deeply as I knew she could stand. It felt amazing, hot and wet, milking and sucking at my cock, and as I slowly began to fuck her she came, hard and fast, calling out both of our names.

"Oh Ronnie, oh my god that feels so fucking good! Oh fuuuck Adam, your cock's so damn thick, ohhhhdamn, that's it, fuck meeee! OH yes, I can feel you both in me, ohhhnnnngoddamn! Yes-yes-yes, that's it, I'm cuuumming!'

And she did, loud and long, her body jerking and spasming between us, her head thrown back, Ronnie gripping her tits from behind and tugging at her nipples. I could feel his cock inside of her, just a thin wall of tissue separating us as we both ravaged his wife's body. Her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth gritted in a grimace of pure ecstasy as her cries descended into a long growl of total abandon. Ron was looking up at me, both of us shocked, I think, by the intensity of Kori's orgasm, both hoping we weren't hurting her. I knew my balls were hanging down and rubbing on his, and bumping against his hard, thrusting shaft, but there was nothing to be done about it, and it didn't matter.

I leaned forward and kissed Kori's throat, her muscles taut and stretched as she continued to be overwhelmed by the feel of two hard cocks pushing into her. I licked her throat, tasting salt, then up to her chin, and her head suddenly came forward, her lips finding mine, her mouth desperately sucking at my own.

I kissed her, and sucked at her lips and tongue even as she did the same to me, and I felt her pussy grip me, and Ron's hard cock thrust against my own inside of his wife, and when she bit my lip I tasted blood and I came, deep inside of her, my body rigid, my cock thrust tight against her cervix, my semen seeking her womb as I spurted again and again, pumping my pent-up cum into her, hearing the animal noises escaping my own throat and not caring. 

I felt a hand go underneath me and grip the base of my shaft, the fingers squeezing, feeling the powerful pumps of the muscles forcing the jets of semen out of me, and I realized it was Ron, cupping my balls, his fingers holding my cock, wanting to feel what I was doing to his Kori, to know what was pumping into his wife. Him doing that intensified the feeling further for me, making my toes curl!

Kori was gasping "Oh god, I can feel you cumming, oh god yes, that's it, cum in me, I can feel you cum in me! Yes, Adam cum in my pussy, ohhhh, fuck yesss!" 

I felt like my body was rigid, paralyzed into this position, until gradually my spasms subsided, my ejaculation (although that word seems too mild to describe what had just happened) slowly ending, and I began to notice how heavy I felt, how weak and limp all my muscles had suddenly become. I could barely support myself over Kori, and I kissed her again, more gently this time, as I began to slide away. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she felt my cock sliding slowly out of her. I was thick and turgid still, though not quite fully hard any longer, and when my cock slid from her molten furnace it flopped down onto Ron's pumping balls and thighs, sliding across the base of his hard shaft which he continued to thrust into his wife. I laid there for a moment, too tired to move, feeling him buck and pump against my groin and thighs, my wet cock and balls moving against him, sliding in the V of his thighs as he pushed toward his own release.

I weakly sat back onto my heels and watched as a small stream of white, pearly cum leaked from her open pussy and immediately ran down onto her husband's genitals. The small stream turned to a gush as Kori clenched onto Ronnie, and I watched, dazed, as my semen flowed across them, adding to the lubrication where Ron penetrated her body, coating his cock and balls, spreading with his thrusts and running down between his closed thighs. He had more of my cum on him now that his wife did, and he knew it!

He must not have found it all bad, because he came then, grunting and gasping as he emptied his balls into her rectum, and I watched his cock spasm with the spurts before Kori reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them and milking as if trying for every last drop.

As it ended, I collapsed back onto the floor, stretching out full length on my back, thoroughly exhausted. A few moments later Kori slid down beside me with a groan, her feet near my head and vice-versa, her hand coming to rest limply on my wet, flaccid, worn-out cock. It didn't matter, neither of us could move. I heard Ron sigh as he collapsed back onto the sofa, sinking in as though becoming part of the furniture. Except for a lot of heavy breathing, a few groans, and the sound of the water lapping at the boat, it was silent.

The groans ended first, the heavy breathing taking a little longer to wind down. We lay there in silence for several minutes, just the sound of the small waves hitting the hull. I was extremely drowsy, as though drugged, and wondered if they had both drifted off. Just as I decided they had, and was about to let myself join them, I felt Kori's fingers wrap around my spent manhood, and she sat up.

I opened one eye and looked up at her. She was smiling happily. "God, that was incredible, even better than I could have ever dreamed. Now, who wants ice cream?" 

I heard Ron give a tired snort, then start to chuckle. That got me laughing (although even that was an effort), which further tickled him, and soon he and I were laughing so hard we had tears running down our faces. Kori looked from him to me, perplexed. "What's so damn funny?"

I managed to gasp out "Oh, god, ice cream!", which set Ronnie and I off again. When we eventually settled down, Ronnie, holding his chest, said "Oh, baby, I can't believe you just said that! No warm, tender moments for you! Shit, I'm so worn out I can't even lift a spoon. I'm thinking nap, and you're thinking ice cream!"

She looked down at me from her sitting position. " So sex makes you sleepy - it gives me an appetite. I'm hungry. So, about the ice cream...?"

I groaned. "Uh, sure, I guess I'll have some. If you'll feed me - I don't seem to be able to raise my arms."

She flopped my limp noodle of a cock back and forth, glancing over at Ronnie's equally spent body before rising to her feet and stretching.

"Well, you two useless limp-dicked slugs can just lay there if you want, but I'm having ice cream. I need to rebuild my strength for another round, although it looks like you puny, impotent wimps won't be participating!"

Ronnie chuckled again. "Isn't my wife cute when she tries to be a nasty bitch? Forget it dear, you're just too cuddly to pull it off. Besides, I know you're just trying to prove Adam's point about women being the sexual superstars. Admit it, you're worn out too!"

Kori bent over Ron, prodding his tiny shrivelled dick with one finger. "No, I'm a little tired, and a whole lot satisfied, but I could go again right now. You're the one that's worn out - look at this pitiful little pink thing, I think I killed it!"

Ron suddenly lurched up and grabbed her, pulling her down across his lap and giving her ass three resounding smacks with his open hand. She squealed and squirmed, trying to get away, but he pinned her and gave her two more, more softly, then a couple of light slaps which turned into carresses, and when her squeals turned into moans I knew his fingers were touching and stroking her most private and tender places. When her moans changed to one long groan I knew he had entered her cum-soaked pussy with his fingers.

I could hear wet, squelchy noises as he finger-fucked her, and soon her ass arched upwards to meet his thrusting hand and she came, telling us as she did so. "Oh yes, cumming, cummmmiinnng! Ohhh shit!" 

We would have known without her telling us.

She eventually caught her breath and said "See, I told you I was ready to go again."

Ronnie let her up. "I believed you. And you see, I'm not useless - my dick may be down for the count, but I can still get you off, you horny slut!"

I flopped back, putting my arm across my face. "Nice, the way you two talk to each other, so loving. I can't believe you've stayed married this long!"

Kori nudged me with her toe, and I moved my arm and looked up at her, taking in the view of her wet and used-looking pussy and the undersides of her full breasts. She held her hands out to me, and as I took them and let her help me up she replied.

"Ha! Well, he can be a little obnoxious at times, and there is that thing about his little thing, but he's the only man on earth for me. I love the bum totally, and he worships the ground I walk on. Don't you dear?"

Ron held up his cum-slathered hand. "One of you toss me a towel, would you?" 

I threw him a small towel, and he began to dry his hand before he answered her question. "Usually I do dear, but tonight I'll have to take a pass because you're going to be dripping cum all over the ground you walk on. Damn, how many times did the football team cum in you tonight?"

She pivoted, heading for the kitchen. "You're just jealous! And not enough times, if you want the truth. Now, last time I ask - who wants ice cream?"

We all did, and I grabbed my trunks and trailed her out to the kitchen, noticing how red her ass was from Ronnie's slaps, the outline of his hand clearly visible. I also noticed how wet her ass and the backs of her thighs were, slick with cum, which she made no effort to wipe off.

"What can I do to help you K?" I began to straighten my trunks, thinking to put them on. She snatched them from me and threw them down the hall.

"Well first, quit acting so damn shy! After tonight I'd say we have nothing to hide from each other, wouldn't you? Grab me some bowls."

"Ummm, yeah, I guess. I was going to take my ice cream out on the foredeck and eat it, and it's a little cool out there." I handed her three bowls.

"Well you don't need your suit, go grab a blanket and I'll join you. We can look at the stars." She turned from the freezer, tub of Haagen Dazs in hand and nipples erect from the cold blast. "Brrr! The blanket will feel good!" 

I stepped to my cabin and grabbed the soft fleece blanket off the bed, wondering how cum-stains would look on a navy blue background. When I returned she had three bowls of ice cream scooped up, spoons in place, and was putting the tub away in the freezer. I carried one bowl and the blanket while Kori took the other two bowls and again preceded me, again giving me a lovely view of her swaying backside. She handed one bowl to Ron.

"Here you go. We're going to sit out front and count the stars, want to join us?"

"Nah, I'm good." He held up his bowl. "Thanks for this." He reached over and used the remote to switch on the gas log fireplace and it whooshed into flame as we walked out on deck. Apparently he was also a little chilled. I sat on one of the lounges, making room for Kori beside me, and she snuggled tight against me, wrapping the blanket around both of us. Her skin felt chilly, and she shivered. I put my arm around her and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, putting one hand on my chest. Even in the light breeze I could smell the sex scents on us.

We enjoyed each other's company and our ice cream in silence for a few minutes, then she sighed. "It's so beautiful here, look how clear the sky is, there must be a zillion stars!"

I laughed. "I think that's about right. You may have missed a couple. K, I'm really glad you guys talked me into coming along, it's good being here, just the three of us. It's like after my divorce, but before I met Kristi, just the three amigos."

She laughed. "Yeah, except you weren't fucking me then! You were always so shy. Did you enjoy tonight?"

I squeezed her. "You know I did, you've got the evidence of that all over you."

She gently pinched my nipple. "No, I know you enjoyed it, but did you enjoy it?"

I knew what she was getting at. "Yeah, I did. It was a little odd at first, but it was you and Ron, and I trust you two completely, so I made myself relax and go with it. It was very intense, kinda weird, but in a good way."

"Why wouldn't you suck Ronnie's cock?"

What a question! I finished my ice cream and set the bowl aside before answering. "Kori, that's just one of those things, you know - I just am not at all comfortable with that, it's too weird."

"You almost did."

"Yeah, and if we were playing horseshoes, that would count."

She laughed. "Yeah, a leaner! He wouldn't mind, you know, he'd probably do you. It's because he trusts you and loves you."

I pondered that. She didn't understand about guys, her meanings were different than my own, and I didn't see the fascination. "K, I love him too, and I'm sure he knows that, but I don't believe we love each other in quite that way." I laughed. "It's a guy thing - it would change everything." I paused. "Why would you want us to? What's the fascination for you?"

"I think it would make me very horny to see you do that. I find that whole idea very arousing. You'd like to watch me and Kristi make love, wouldn't you?"

I felt a strong tingle in an area of my body I'd thought worn out. "Would you actually do that?"

"You answer my question first."

"Yeah, OK, of course I would. But it's different for women, you two are each so beautiful in your own right and would just be doubly so together, and all the different areas to touch, and lick, and your bodies rubbing together, maybe a little oil..."

She laughed, interrupting my thoughts. "Before you get too deeply lost in your fantasy world, that same thing applies for me! I love your bodies, you and Ron, you're both just so sexy to me. As much as what you were actually doing to me tonight it was the idea that it was the two of you together, my two favorite guys making love to me that did it - that may have been the best orgasms I've ever had!"

She put one leg over me, and I could feel the hot wetness of her well-used sex press against my upper thigh. Her hips began to move slightly, sliding herself against my leg. Her hand slid down and found my cock, which had received all the right signals and begun to harden and thicken.




Adam's Journey Pt. 41



"As far as me and Kristi, I think when we get home all four of us need a night-long session together. That would give us time to have lots of fun, explore, touch and taste, maybe experiment with some new ideas... I do believe you're getting hard sweetie, you must not totally hate the idea of a stiff cock in your mouth."

"Right, K, I'm sure you talking dirty and stroking me, and rubbing your wet pussy on me had nothing to do with it!"

She laughed and swung astride me, moving her hot, creamy pussy against my half-hard cock, her wet thighs sliding over my hips. We managed to keep the blanket over the two of us as she lay against my chest, purring, her hips moving, working to try to make me acceptably hard. "Do you think you can go again Adam? I'm good and wet, you can just s-l-i-d-e that big thing in me whenever you're ready!"

Surprising myself I was soon hard and ready, and Kori adjusted her position, lining up and sliding her wet, swollen, needy pussy over my throbbing cock, letting out a long, low "Unnnggghh!", engulfing me just as Ronnie walked out on deck carrying one of our maps.

"Hey guys, I thought maybe tomorrow we'd go over to the next bay. I was just looking and there's supposed to be a great hiking trail, and a waterfall..." He looked up from the map and saw Kori riding me. There could be no mistaking what was happening.

"Well fuck me! Are you in my wife again? What are you two, a couple of teenagers? You're just showing off now asshole, there's no other excuse for this!"

He yanked the blanket off of us and bent down, looking up between my legs to where Kori and I were joined. He laughed.

"Damn! He's really got you spread open babe, good thing you were so pre-lubed. You must like that big hunk of meat in you, I knew you would!"

I gritted out "Fuck off Ronnie, shut up!" Kori seconded the motion.

"Fuck off yourself, you're screwing my wife, I can provide commentary if I want to!" He pulled a chair over. "I'm going to sit right here where I can watch the animals mate and make our plans for tomorrow. You guys are too busy, so you get no say in the matter. Just ignore me and go on with your activities."

And he did, sitting where he could clearly see every detail of his wife drilling herself on my cock, watching the whole thing. I didn't care what he planned for tomorrow, tonight was worth it. 

Kori continued to move on me, either not knowing or not caring that her husband was closely watching us. With the urgency and desperation of our earlier coupling gone, burnt out, we were able to relax and enjoy each other more, able to focus on the feelings, the scents and tastes, the small sounds and the subtle movements of each other's bodies. If the earlier bout had been pure animal sex, this was making love. Except with an audience.

With her on top she was in control and was able to adjust her movements to acheive the depth of penetration that she found most comfortable, and most satisfying. She did so, moaning softly as she found just the right rhythm before leaning forward and brushing her lips softly across mine. 

She dragged her hard nipples slowly across my chest, enjoying the sensation of my sparse but coarse chest hair against her sensitive flesh before pressing her lips firmly to mine, her tongue searching for my own. I was acutely aware of how hot and soft her lips were, swollen and wet as our saliva mixed.

The sensation of her soft lips on mine at the same time that her tight, molten pussy was sliding over the taut head and bulging veins of my erection was almost too much, and I groaned at the sensory overload.

She raised up slightly, pulling her face away from mine a couple of inches and giving me a slow, sexy smile. "You're not cumming already, are you?"

"Oohhh, I sure could easily enough, but no, not yet. This feels way too good to let it be over already! K, I'm hoping to stay inside of you all night, 'cause you're a very nice place to be."

She laughed softly. "I like the sound of that!"

Ron spoke up. "Hey, wait a minute, I don't! I don't mind sharing with you, but I'm gonna need her back pretty soon here so my little door-stopper can have some attention!" So saying, he pulled his rigid little erection down and let it spring back up, much like that door-stopper he had just alluded to. The only thing missing was the boi-oi-oing sound, which I almost provided!

I groaned again and closed my eyes, trying to shut out his distraction. "Ronnie, please shut up! I love you dearly, you know that, but right at this moment your beautiful wife matters so much more to me than you do that I can't even begin to describe it!" 

"Humph! So that's the thanks I get for letting my best bud fuck my wife!"

Kori laughed again, thrusting herself back, farther onto my cock. "Listen to him! Letting us, he says, as if he had any control over the situation! Just sit back and be a good boy and I'll see about your little problem when we're done here. Oh, and try not to think about how hot and wet and used my pussy will feel, OK? If you're really good, maybe I'll let you lick me."

Ronnie groaned at that, but leaned back, his small, rigid penis sticking up in the air. I took his rock hard cock to be a sign that he did not disapprove of what his wife and I were doing. Ronnie dealt with, Kori leaned forward and kissed me again, pressing her lips to mine and moaning very softly. As we kissed I felt her orgasm start to build, her lips more insistent at my mouth, her body tensing and pace quickening slightly, until it washed completely over her, a deep groan, a hard thrust onto me, and her lips sucking at my tongue the only outward signs as she came.

As her spasms subsided she pulled her lips from mine. "God, this is good!"

Ron laughed and stepped up to kiss her, slow and deep as her orgasm waned. "Are you enjoying yourself baby?"

"Oh, I am! This is just so good I don't want it to end."

"You look like you're loving it honey, and you look so beautiful! I love watching you fuck, you always look so damn hot and sexy, my gorgeous, beautiful lady!"

Kori kissed him again, then returned to my lips, never missing a stroke as she rode my cock. Ron stood, watching us kiss rather that re-position himself where he could again watch our mating. We screwed quietly for a minute or so, kissing, swapping spit and tongue wrestling, before Ron spoke again. 

"You're kissing him a lot. When you're with other guys you don't usually kiss them this much." He said it quietly, and I glanced at him. He appeared to just be making a statement, an observation, and did not appear to be upset by it. It hadn't been phrased as a question, but Kori replied.

"Well, this isn't the other guys. This is Adam." As though that explained everything. I thought it was an odd response, but Ron accepted it.

"Well, that's true, it's just different is all." He returned to where he could see our coupling, my cock entering his wife's body, and I saw him reach out and stroke Kori's ass, his fingers wandering down to touch her and I where we met, wanting to feel her body being entered by my cock. His fingers touching my wet cock was strange, and it felt strange, but it was not unpleasant. I heard him mutter "Damn that looks so fucking hot!"

We changed positions after a couple more minutes, laying on our sides with me behind her, her top leg raised up and back over my hip. I guided myself into her, and we quickly discovered that in this position I could thrust away and not penetrate her deeply enough to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. We were learning things about each other, about how we matched up, private, intimate things that we had never known despite our close relationship. I prayed it would just make us all closer to each other and not end up somehow driving a wedge between us, a bit late now to worry about that.

Ron enjoyed our new position because he had a very clear view of the action. He kneeled in front of us and touched his wife, using his fingers on her erect clit to help bring her to another orgasm, which she ground through, telling both of us to "Fuck me, fuck me, oh you bastards just fuuck meee!" Kori is usually not very foul-mouthed, but the fact that she occasionally cursed like a sailor when in the throes of an orgasm was just one more thing I was learning about her! I liked it, I thought it was cute.  

He continued to play with her body while we fucked, suckling at her nipples and assisting in yet another orgasm before slowly kissing his way down her taut stomach and pushing his head between her legs, lapping at her erect clit as I continued to pump my cock into her from behind, feeling it bump his chin.

I was totally shocked when he did this, after the scene he had made earlier about not even kissing her when she had my cum on her face! Her pussy was absolutely creamy with the results of our earlier lovemaking, and our current activities had forced more cum out of her, a white froth which covered the base of my cock and my balls and was spread over her entire pussy, but he dove right in, intent on contributing to Kori's pleasure, any squeamishness, feigned or real, set aside.

My thick cock plunging into her from behind, her ass pushing back against my groin, my hands squeezing and mauling her tits, and Ronnie's tongue flicking and probing at her erect clit and swollen labia was too much, and she began a long plunge into a powerful orgasm. Her pussy spasmed, clamping onto me and pulling me along, and I was cumming with her, spurting my boiling semen deep into her pussy as she cried out and slammed back into me, as if trying to escape Ronnie's tormenting tongue.

I came and came, as did she, bucking and swearing. I realized that Ron had at some point grasped my balls and the base of my cock in his hand, feeling me cum and using his grip to hold us to his face, continuing to torture Kori all the way through her orgasm until she begged him to stop.

I'll never be sure who gave her that amazing orgasm, him or me, but I prefer to think we did it as a team.

We came back to earth and I realized she was softly crying! Before I could ask, she said "Good tears, don't worry. It was just so much, so overwhelming, I can't help it! God that was good!"

I slid slowly out of her, thick and mostly erect still, and I think I felt Ronnie lick me, I'm not sure. I do know that he buried his face between his wife's legs, lapping slowly and gently at his wife's abused pussy, giving her a couple of small, gentle orgasms to ride through her decline and no doubt swallowing a great deal of our combined fluids, mostly mine. I never would have imagined him doing that! 

I eventually moved from behind Kori and rose to my feet, allowing her to roll onto her back on the narrow lounge chair. When she did, Ronnie positioned himself between her legs and with full access began to give her a thorough oral work-over. I watched them, stunned and amazed at Ron's behavior. Kori seemed to expect it however, and was slowly and luxuriously pumping her hips, thrusting her filled and satisfied pussy into his face, squeezing her own tits as she did so. Her orgasms seem to have been used up, for now at least, but it was clear that she was thoroughly enjoying Ronnie's ministrations.

At one point Ron raised his head and looked up at me, his lips, chin, and cheeks glistening with moisture. He raised his eyebrows. "What?"

I shrugged. "Nothing, just enjoying the show. I'm a little surprised, is all."

"What, that I would go down on her? You can see how much she enjoys it - don't you do this with Kristi?"

"Well yeah, sometimes, after myself, but that's my own stuff."

"Got news for you pal. Once it leaves your dick it's not your own anymore - cum is cum, what's the difference? I like making her happy."

I was pretty sure I didn't agree. "Yeah, well, whatever. I'm not criticizing you understand, just surprised. If it works for you..."

Kori suddenly reached out and put her hand on Ron's head, pushing his face back toward her crotch. "Don't talk, lick. You're not done yet."

He did as ordered, eliciting a few small moans from Kori as she enjoyed the sensations he was sending through her body. He eventually raised his head and moved up her body until he was over her, then pushed his hips down and entered her with his stiff cock, in a move that showed the years of experience and familiarity between them. They knew each other's moves, and meshed instantly into an easy rhythm.

Ron chuckled softly. "Shit babe, you are so wet and loose I can hardly feel you! It's gonna be tough to get any friction going in this mess."

Kori smiled up at him. "I can feel you in me. Barely, but a little bit anyhow. I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm all done cumming. You go ahead though."

Ron laughed, recognizing that she was jabbing him a little as he poked her, and began to pump his cock into her more rapidly. Despite everything that had just happened, I still felt a little funny just standing there watching them, this husband and wife, my good friends, have sex! I had become the fifth wheel, the third tit, whatever you want to call it. Spare parts. I picked up the ice cream bowls and a couple of empty glasses and carried them in, placing them in the sink.

I came back out just in time to hear Ronnie tell her he was cumming, groaning and grunting as he thrust and spurted into Kori's tired body. She thrust to meet him, pushing him on and milking him dry, but showed no signs of having an orgasm herself. Apparently she had been telling the truth when she said she was finished.

Ron soon collapsed on top of her, gasping for air. Kori giggled. "Considering you couldn't even feel anything, you sure came quick there, stud!"

Ron gasped out "I'm surprised I lasted that long! You were so hot and wet."

She laughed again. "You've always loved your sloppy seconds!" She looked at me and winked.

They finally wiggled around until they were side by side, face to face, arms around each other and legs tangled. Ron gently brushed her hair back from her face with his fingers and kissed her, long and deep. Watching them have sex was one thing; now, strangely, I felt I was intruding on their intimacy even more.

"Well, I'm worn out. I think I'll go clean up and go to bed."

Ron just grunted, but Kori demanded a goodnight kiss. I leaned over them and kissed her softly, feeling the warmth of her lips and the stickiness that Ron's lips had left there. There was moist sex on her breath as she breathed into my face, speaking very softly.

"Thanks Adam, we really enjoyed tonight. I wasn't sure it would ever happen."

"I never even imagined it would ever happen K. Thank you for tonight. And you too, Ron. It was all amazing. Fucking weird, but in a good way. I keep waiting to wake up from this dream."

Ron laughed. "Sleep good Adam, and remember I warned you about this horny slut wearing your cock down to a little nubbin like mine - she's got you now, you better be careful!"

I laughed and stood up, heading for bed. I was totally exhausted after the long drive, short nap, alcohol, and evening of physical exertion. I paused long enough to pick up the blanket Kori and I had used earlier and spread it over them to ward off the cool night air. Kori muttered "Mmmm, thanks, that feels good."

"No problem, and you're welcome. Hey, don't you two fall asleep there, you'll be so stiff tomorrow you won't be able to move."

Ron said "Don't worry. We're gonna do that hike to the waterfall in the morning, plan to get up early." 

"OK. Goodnight."

I left them there and walked in and down the hall, pausing to pick up my trunks where Kori had thrown them. I could only shake my head, remembering how this had all started, and where it had led. I know Kori had said that Kristi was aware of what they had planned, but could Kristi possibly have imagined what those plans would lead to? 

I wished then, more than ever, that she had come along. How would that have changed things? Would she be as open, sexual, and sensual with Ronnie as Kori had been with me? I hoped so, then wondered if I would be able to stand it. It was a very strange conflict in my feelings, to both want something and so dread it at the same time. 

I wondered how she would react to Ron's smallish equipment, smiling at the thought, but hoping she wouldn't hurt his feelings. I know she loves Ron and Kori, so I didn't think she would. If it was even possible - Kori seemed to tease him mercilessly, and he just ate it up.

Complete fatigue washed over me as I brushed my teeth, and I practically fell into bed, my mind shutting down. I was out instantly, and never heard them come to bed across the hall. 

I dreamed about Kristi that night. Not sex dreams, I suppose because I was sexually spent, but nice dreams, love dreams, of us living our lives together and enjoying each other. Of how beautiful and loving she is, and how I long for the sound of her voice, and love the way she seems to read my mind. Of how beautiful she would be still, when her hair began to go gray and lines appeared on her face. Her smallish breasts would probably not sag much, but inevitably they would, a little, and her sparkling blue-green eyes might dim a bit - but so would mine, as time took its toll on both of us.

None of that mattered, as long as we went through it together. I desperately wanted to grow old with that woman, and in the interim we would laugh and love and find our excitement and enjoyment wherever we could, in loving friends, in family, in each other. I slept better that night than I had in weeks. 



Adam's Journey Pt. 42



I awoke the next morning completely refreshed and not even a little bit horny, notwithstanding the usual morning wood. It was early, a little after 6:30, but I was wide awake so I got up and dug around for something to slip on so that I could go start the coffee. I found a thick white terry robe in the closet, not mine, and assumed it was something Ron had arranged for or Kori had perhaps thoughtfully provided.

I slipped it on and stepped into the hall, noting the ludicrous way my cock poked out through the opening of the robe, leading the way. I left it that way, knowing that either Ron or Kori would get a laugh if they saw it. Their door was ajar, and glancing in I saw that I needn't have worried. They had made it to bed after I left them and were both still totally out, tangled in each other and the sheets like they had fallen asleep in the throes of passion. Or immediately thereafter.

Kori had one long, tanned leg and half her sexy little ass exposed, and the room smelled of cum and horny pussy. I touched myself as I looked at her, remembering last night and wondering how they would react if I crawled in with them. Ultimately I sighed and pulled their door shut so that I wouldn't wake them, wondering where Ronnie had found the stamina for another go-round with his wife.

Rock-hard now, I wandered out to the galley and dug around until I found the coffee and filters and got the pot started dripping. Walking out on deck, I was mesmerized by the view. The surface of the lake was smooth as glass, not a ripple, and the surrounding landscape was reflected, upside down and mirror-perfect, on the water. The sun was just rising, and we were still in the shadow of the large hills and cliffs around us, but the tops and upper slopes of some of the formations were lit by the sun and they reflected off the water in brilliant shades of red, ochre, and buff in an other-worldly spectacle. It was very quiet and peaceful, and I felt a little selfish, guilty for enjoying the fact that I had it all to myself.

I took a seat on one of the deck chairs and enjoyed it, hearing only the soft sound of the coffee trickling into the pot. I debated taking a shower while the coffee brewed, and decided on a quick swim instead. Reasoning that since the air still felt quite cool the water should feel warm by comparison, I shed my robe and dived off the low deck about three feet into the water below.

Turns out my reasoning had been less than entirely sound; the water felt damn cold! I came up about fifteen feet from the boat, gasping with the cold. Any remaining trace of sleepiness had been blasted from my system, as had any remaining trace of my erection. Adjusting to the cold, I swam out about fifty yards from the boat and back a couple times, then swam a few laps around the boat, staying about thirty or forty feet off the rail. I swam slowly, on my back for awhile, looking up at the hills and the incredibly clear, blue sky. As I rounded the bow I saw that Kori had walked out on deck and now stood, leaning on the rail, quietly watching me. She had put on the bottom half of a very small hot-pink bikini, but no top.

I stopped, treading water and looking up at her. "Hey sleepyhead! I started the coffee."

She smiled, slow and sleepy. "I saw that, it's all done. Want me to pour you a cup?"

"Nah, maybe in a minute or two. You gonna join me?" 

"What, in there? How's the water?"

I lied. "Nice, it feels warm compared to the morning air."

"Uh-huh. I think I'll pass for now. Not that I don't trust you."

I laughed. "Coward! Well, you might as well pour us some coffee then, and grab me a towel, please. I'll join you instead." I swam out away from the boat a ways, then back, giving her time to pour the cups and find a towel before making my way to the small ladder just below the opening in the rail. Kori approached me as I climbed out, holding a dry towel. She stopped a few feet away.

Her eyes dropped to my crotch, and she giggled. "Looks to me like that water must have been a lot colder than you let on!"

"Ha ha, very funny! Give me the towel!"

"No, look, I mean it must be near-freezing! You're a mere shadow of your former self. Now you know just how Ronnie feels all the time - I should call him out to see this, he'd get a kick out of it!"

I was laughing too. "Kori, just give me the damn towel! Please?"

She held it out, then jerked it away as I reached for it. I lunged, grabbing her and pulling her to me, her skin soft and warm against my cold, wet body. She screamed a little at the cold, laughing, wiggling to get away, but I was able to scoop her up and carry her toward the rail. She was mostly naked, soft and warm and wriggly, and reeked of sex, and I felt myself start to respond.

She sensed what I was about to do and started begging. "Oh Adam, please don't! Please, I'll do anything you want! Please, you can have your way with me, whatever you want, it's your's, just tell me! Please don't throw me in!"

"You shouldn't tease us guys about shrinkage you know!"

"I'm sorry, I take it all back! Your cock looks huge, absolutely enormous, I can't imagine how you can walk around with that thing hanging between your legs, even ice water couldn't touch it!"

We were both laughing, so much so that I could barely hold her. "Too little, too late! Besides, and no offense here K, but you smell like it's Fleet Week and you had to entertain all the sailors single-handedly! You could use a good dunking." So saying, I half-threw, half-dropped her over the rail. 

Her voice cut off mid-scream as she disappeared beneath the water in a big splash, only to start up in the same place when she surfaced a few feet away. She then proceeded to call me all the names she had apparently learned from the sailors the previous evening, ending with "mean nasty son-of-a-bitch!" before swimming around a little bit, adjusting to the water and rinsing off. She slipped out of her bikini bottom and tossed it on deck, and I hung it over a chair to dry. I met her with a towel when she finally climbed out, wrapping her up and patting her dry.

"Don't start thinking this gets you back on my good side Adam! That water is really cold - that was just mean!" 

Laughing, I dragged the rough terry towel across her nipples, rigid from the cold and jutting out like two bullets from the goose-bumped flesh of her full breasts. She gasped and shuddered, shying away from the intense sensation. "Ohhh god! OK, you're forgiven! More please, that makes me feel very warm."

I continued to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples for a few moments before moving on, drying her off, working from her hair down her neck and her back, then her stomach, her cute bottom as she bent forward to make it more accessible. Just to aid in drying, I'm sure.

She spread her legs as I dried them, working at her thighs and being sure not to miss the in-between bits. After drying between her legs I slid my fingers up between her soft lips, just to be sure I hadn't missed any spots. Strangely, I had. Despite my best efforts, she was still quite wet in one spot! Creamy, even.

"Kori, something's wrong here, I think maybe this towel is broken! The more I try to dry you here, the wetter you seem to get. What's going on?"

"Mmmmm, that's a mystery for the ages, isn't it? Maybe you should keep trying, I'm sure you can figure something out."

I laughed, sliding the towel down her leg, leaning forward as I did so to nip her gently on the butt. She squealed, then it turned into a moan. I laughed again. "Ronnie's right, you really are a horny slut! Don't you ever get enough?"

"Rarely. Last night came pretty close though. Didn't it dear?"

I looked up to find Ron leaning in the doorway, coffee in hand, watching us. He looked tousled and sleepy. "Uhhh, I don't know. I think I passed out. You were right Adam, she fucked me unconscious."

Kori laughed. "I did not! You were wide awake when you came that last time, then you just fell asleep."

"Still in you?"

"Yeah, a little."

"A little is all I could be in you. Did you cum?" 

"Eventually. You slept through that."

"Oh. Sorry. But thanks for cumming quietly, anyway, I needed my rest. Should I heat up my coffee so I can watch you two fuck, or would you rather have some breakfast first?"

I shook my head, trying to blot out that entire conversation. Kori and I looked at each other and opted for breakfast, and we all pitched in to put together a little feast of fresh fruit and juice, toast, and cereal. We cleaned up and were into a second pot of coffee, sitting and looking at the scenery when we remembered the hike to the waterfall. 

Ron showed me the map, and we verified on the boat's GPS system that we were where we thought we were. It looked like a short sail around the point to the next cove, then maybe a mile back to where we could get close to shore and either swim or walk in to the trail.

Kori and I assured Ronnie that the water was nice and warm and that he should take a dip, and he foolishly believed us, leading to more shouting and cursing. When he clambered out, Kori kindly pointed out that the cold water had turned his penis into an "innie" instead of an "outie", claiming she would need to get a magnifying glass and possibly tweezers to find it.

Ron called her an evil bitch and smacked her ass, sending her to put together some sandwiches and snacks to carry for lunch, and me back to raise the anchor while he headed to the helm to get us underway. 

I heard and felt the motor cough to life before it settled into a low rumble, the subtle vibration felt through the soles of my feet. I called up to Ron to let him know that I had the anchor stowed, and the pitch of the engine changed as he put the boat in motion. It gradually built up speed and soon we moved out past the point of land, into the open lake and full sunshine. I watched the bay, and the formations surrounding the spot where we had spent such a memorable night as they moved away behind us, wanting to remember the location.

I was walking through the boat, heading up to join Ronnie, when I felt the entire vessel stumble slightly, as though it hesitated momentarily. I stopped just off his shoulder. "Did you feel that?"

He glanced at me. "Yeah, I did."

"What do you suppose it was?" 

"I don't know. Maybe we hit something. I'll throttle back, you go look out front and along the sides, see if you see anything."

I did so, meeting Kori as she came out of their bedroom. "Come on, help me look around the boat, in the water. Ron thinks we may have hit something, let's see if we can spot anything."

We looked all around the hull, seeing nothing but water. As I turned to go tell Ron the results of our search, I felt another stumble, and a shudder passed through the boat. Kori looked at me, wide-eyed. "What was that?" 

"We don't know, that's what we're trying to figure out. Come on."

As we walked forward to join Ron, we felt another, smaller hesitation, then things seemed to smooth out. Ron looked over his shoulder at us as we entered. "Well?"

"Nothing we could see. Have you figured out anything?"

"I don't know. It really feels more like it's in the motor, or the transmission - somewhere in the drive system. That's not good."

Neither Ronnie or I qualify as a mechanic, so engine problems could be trouble, especially out here. I had a thought. "Hey, do you suppose we could have fouled the propeller in something?"

"That could be, I've had it happen on boats before."

Kori stood watching us, a worried expression on her face. "What do we do?" 

I looked at Ron. "Ronnie, why don't you shut it down, and I'll swim under and check."

He frowned. "I don't know. If it's the motor, and I shut it down, it may not start up again. How about I just let it idle and disengage the prop?"

"Fine. But don't touch it while I'm under there!"

He gave me an evil smile. "What, you think I'm trying to kill you just because you screwed my wife?"

I shuddered. "Don't even joke about it Ronnie, now I've got the willies!"

He laughed. "Go! I'm just kidding. We're barely moving, so this should work. Take a knife with you, just in case you have to cut something loose to free us."

I grabbed my belt knife from my room and went to the stern and jumped in. The water was crystal clear, and didn't seem as cold as the spot we were at earlier. It turned out that the prop and shaft were totally clear and clean, no sign of any debris. It would have been too easy to just be that! I swam around to the ladder and climbed out, reporting the results of my dive to Ron.

He considered that for a moment. "Well crap! I was hoping we could solve it that easily. Well, I guess we just move on and see what happens. If push comes to shove and we break down, someone will come along. Or we do have the marine radio, we could always use that."

Kori's eyes widened. "Really? You would call the Marines, just because we were having engine problems?"

Ron and I both looked at her, to see if she was serious. By all appearances she was, and when his eyes met mine we both broke down laughing. Ron put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Oh, sweetie, that's great! Call the Marines, I don't believe it!" And he broke out in fresh peals of laughter.

Kori looked from him to me. "What's so funny?"

I explained. "K, it's called a marine radio because it just operates in certain VHF frequencies used for boats and ships, you know, marine use, for rescue and communication and stuff. It doesn't actually call the Marines."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that!" She pretended to pout. "Too bad it doesn't, I'd call them and get a couple of young, handsome Marine studs to replace you two old wrecks! That would teach you for laughing at me!"

Fortunately K has a good sense of humor and can take a little kidding, because we sure gave her some over that! For some years to come, at every hiccup minor or major, Kori would always be asked if she thought we should call the Marines. I think at one point she did actually end up fucking a well endowed young Marine, but that's another story.

As we got back underway, the motor continued to stutter and stumble, possibly getting worse. Ultimately we decided that we should probably forego our hike and try to make it to one of the marinas to get the problem checked out. Consulting the map and the GPS, we found that we were about 19 miles closer to Wahweap than we were to Bullfrog. Since Ron had picked up the boat at Wahweap that worked out well, so we pointed the nose downlake and set a course for Wahweap Marina.

We couldn't maintain full speed without the problem getting worse, so Ron kept it at about three fourths, and we sat and chatted with each other as we moved southwest. Kori remembered the party we'd been invited to that evening in Smuggler's Cove, and asked if the trip to the marina would prevent our making the party.

I shrugged. "It might. Did you really have your heart set on going?"

"Well, it sounded like fun to me. They seemed like fun people, and it could get pretty wild. I liked the way that Steve guy filled out his swimsuit, that was nice, and the one woman, Pam, the one with the great tits, sure seemed to have the hots for you." 

Ron chimed in. "Yeah, I was kind of looking forward to that too." He shrugged. "I guess it depends on how long it takes them to fix whatever's wrong. We're going to pass the opening to Smuggler's Cove here in a few minutes, so it's not too horribly far from the marina. I guess if they can't fix the boat we could always rent a motorboat for the evening and come back in that." 

That seemed to cheer Kori up a good bit. She's a very sociable person, and loves parties and crowded clubs, so she had been understandably more enthused about the party. I tend to be a little more of a loner, and I enjoy my privacy and quiet times as much or more than any party, so I was somewhat more ambivalent about it.

We just sat and talked then, as we moved along, and inevitably the subject of the previous night came up. I had been afraid it would, but it turned out they were very open and relaxed about it, and how much we had all enjoyed it. I found that I was mostly able to let down my guard and talk openly and frankly with them about our intimate activities, even to the level of Ron and I touching each other and what, if anything, it all meant.

I was very relieved. I had been afraid that the previous evening would become the eight hundred pound gorilla in the middle of our friendship, but now I could see that would not be the case.

At one point a Ranger boat came alongside, the Park Rangers checking with us to see if everything was OK. Kori scrambled for her swimsuit when we heard them approaching, after sitting around bare-ass as usual. We told them the problem and that we were making for the marina, and they waved us on, telling us to call on channel 16 if we needed them.

Finally, a little after noon as we were debating having some lunch, we rounded a point and could see the sun glinting off the boats at the marina. We were still stumbling and stuttering along, but it looked like we'd make it after all. 

As we drew closer to the marina, Ron selected a long T-shaped pier which was largely unoccupied, approaching the top of the T which crossed the end of the dock. There was not much activity around the marina at this point. I don't know if it was because it was mid-day, or because it was a Sunday rather than a Saturday, the day most trips were booked to begin. There were a few people moving around farther up the dock, near the shore, and one smallish houseboat with a ski boat tied on behind which was attached to the dock we were headed to, just below the crossbar of the T. 

There were a couple of young guys and one of their girlfriends moving from the dock to the boat, apparently loading up supplies and personal belongings in preparation for heading out. As we got closer I couldn't help but notice the girl, her long legs accented by a pair of extremely short Daisy Duke style cut-off denim shorts, and wearing a small, snug fitting tank-top with narrow strings over her shoulders, flat canvas deck shoes, and one of those ridiculous crushed up straw cowboy hats with a gaudy silver and turquoise band around it. I admired the way her cute little tush worked the denim shorts as she carried a case of beer onto their boat.

Ron brought us in very slowly, but with my attention distracted I almost waited too long to put the rubber fenders between the boat and the pier. Just in time, I got them in place and hopped across to the dock with the stern rope, looping it over the cleat and pulling us up short. I walked up toward the bow and Kori handed me the other rope so I could secure the boat while we went looking for a mechanic.

I stood, chatting with Kori as we waited for Ron to shut things down and join us. He eventually walked up next to Kori, and I saw his eyes look beyond me to where the others were loading their boat. He had obviously also noticed the cute girl, and I turned to get another look, only to find her standing right behind me, looking down. 

She reached up and took off her hat, raising her head to look at me, and as her long blonde curls cascaded down she softly said "Hi Adam."

My mind disconnected for a moment, and I know I stammered. "K-Kristi? What-uh, what the heck are you doing here?"

"What a nice greeting! Well, my friends Ty and Cody were coming down, and they invited me along, but I never figured on bumping into you on this huge lake."

My mind whirled for a moment. She had claimed she couldn't come with me because of business obligations, but she had found time to show up with two other guys, figuring she could dodge me! And I had never even heard her mention Ty or Cody before, so either she had been hiding them, or she had made some new friends in the last ten or twelve days. Kristi stood looking at me, her head cocked slightly to one side, waiting for a response. She looked so beautiful it made me ache inside, but I was at a loss for anything to say. I glanced back at Ron and Kori to see if they might be coming to my rescue.




Adam's Journey Pt. 42



Ron stood, arms folded and straight-faced, calmly watching us, but when I saw Kori's eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, and the edges of her mouth tic up, I knew that once again I'd been totally and completely had!

I turned back to Kristi. "Wait just a minute here..."

She broke out laughing, sweet music to my ears, and hurled herself into my arms, almost knocking me down! I squeezed her tight enough to knock the air out of her, crushing her to me, and our mouths found each other for a long, deep, agonizingly sweet kiss. She felt so good, and so right, and I know I choked up a little with the pure joy and surprise of the moment. As we separated, we were both swiping tears from our eyes with our hands. I knew I had been missing her terribly, but at that moment I think I first realized how much!

I had a million questions! "How did you get here? I thought you had a closing you had to do, what happened with that? And how did you know we'd be here?"

She laughed again and nodded at Ron and Kori. "Thank those two, they set it all up. Kori called me yesterday, while they were waiting for you up at Bullfrog, just to see how I was doing."

Kori stepped across onto the dock, and she and Kristi gave each other a big hug. Kori then took over the explaining. "Yeah, and I found out that her closing had been pushed back at the last second."

Back to Kristi. "Yeah, the lender found something in the title search that they didn't like, and put the closing back two weeks while the current owner gets it cleared up, so I found myself available."

The narration kicked back to Kori, the two telling the tale together seamlessly, as though they'd rehearsed it. "So we cooked this up, and Ronnie got one of his buddies that he's made some great deals for in the past to fly her down to Page."

Ronnie interrupted their flow. "Yeah, Joey's a great guy. He used to be a fighter pilot in 'Nam, now he flies this sweet little Gulfstream that I helped him track down - he kind of owed me a favor." He winked at Kristi. "Now he owes me another one, since I let him meet you babe!"

Kristi laughed. "Yeah, he's pretty sexy! What is he, fifty-something, but he's in great shape and has that sexy uber-male, fighter pilot swagger thing going on. He even let me fly the plane for awhile!" Kristi seemed surprised when Ron told her that Joey was sixty.

Kori was still itching to complete her tale. "So anyhow, he flew her to Page, which is only a few miles from here, and...

Kristi again "and I caught the shuttle out to the marina, and here I am!"

I looked at Ron. "So the boat..."

He laughed. "Ah, I actually saw that light bulb go on! There's nothing wrong with the boat Adam, that was me screwing with the throttle and transmission, making it feel like it was missing or something. The boat is fine. Why do you think I wouldn't let you drive?"

Unbelievable! They had taken me utterly off guard, fooling me completely, and I had swallowed it hook, line, and sinker! But now Kristi was here, and I had my arm around her waist, and I didn't mind at all that they had made me look foolish. It was a very small price to pay.

I remembered something. "So how do you know Ty and Cody, the guys on the other boat?"

She laughed. "I don't, really. I was just sitting out here waiting for you guys when they showed up with all their gear and started to load up. They walked over to say hi and introduce themselves, and we started talking."

Yeah, I'll bet they just came over to say hi! I felt a small pang of jealousy before remembering that Kristi had been dealing with the attention of other men for years, and could handle herself just fine. 

She went on. "Anyhow, I didn't have anything to do, so I started helping them load their junk, then you showed up, and here we are!" She turned and shouted over to them. "Hey Tyler, Cody, come here for a minute and say hello!"

They set down what they were carrying and wandered over, Cody, the taller of the two, wiping his hands on his pants. He smiled and stuck his hand out, and I shook it, noticing his strong grip. "Hi, I'm Cody. You must be Adam, we've heard a lot about you!" 

"I am, good to meet you Cody. I hope at least a little of what you've heard was good." I liked him instantly, noticing his warm manner and open, honest smile as he greeted Kori and Ron. He introduced his friend Ty, both of them probably mid-twenties, younger than any of us. Cody looked to be in very good shape, but in a lean, athletic way. His friend Ty was shorter and more muscular, also in great shape but with more evidence of the hours spent in the gym, hitting the weights. His attitude was initially more belligerent, almost pugnacious, and I wondered what his problem might be.

He tried to crush my hand as we shook, but I was prepared and gave it right back. He winced. "You the guy?" 

"I beg your pardon?"

"You, man, you Adam? Her guy?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Whatta you got?"

"I don't know what you mean." His attitude was starting to piss me off a little bit, but I was trying hard not to let it spoil my joy at seeing Kristi.

"Why you so special? What's she see in you?"

I'd had enough. "Well Tyler, I'll tell you. I found out a long time ago that she gets real hot over guys that can speak in complete sentences."

He bristled, realizing I was jabbing him a little bit. Cody cracked up and slapped him on the back. "You had that one coming Ty! Now stop being a prick and apologize." He turned to me. "You'll have to forgive him Adam, he's just disappointed that you showed up. I think he was hoping you'd be a no-show and we could talk this pretty lady into joining us on our boat - like she'd want to hang around with a couple of smelly fishermen on a mere dinghy while you've got this floating mansion."

Ty got a kind of sheepish look and apologized, mostly to Kristi, who was still the object of his adoring gaze. I realized it had just been a couple of stallions sparring momentarily over a long-legged mare, but that at least for the moment he recognized that she was mine.

They wanted to take a look at our boat, and Ron gave them the tour as I helped Kristi bring her bags aboard. I couldn't get enough of looking at her, and touching her, still not quite believing she was really there. Kori was almost beside herself with joy and excitement at how well her plan had worked out, and was visibly thrilled with how happy Kristi and I were to be together again, and she flitted around us, bubbling happily.

After they toured our boat, we walked with them over to theirs to see their ski boat, a MasterCraft Prostar packing a 350ci V-8 pumping out 400 horses. It was set up with a mid-ships pylon for skiing, and they had skis, slalom skis, and a kneeboard with them, stowed under the seats. It was a very sweet ride, sleek and undoubtedly fast. It belonged to Ty, although they were renting the houseboat. 

We talked about meeting them during the week somewhere to go skiing, and while we tried to work that out, Kori remembered the party scheduled for that evening. "Oh, hey, there's a party tonight, a bunch of boats getting together at Smuggler's Cove! You guys should come, the lady organizing it said that single guys were always very welcome." She chuckled. "She had her eye on Adam, I think. He's taken now of course, but you guys aren't!"

That idea seemed to intrigue them, Cody joking about it and Ty eyeing Kristi speculatively. I don't think he realized that I saw him do that. They promised to try to attend, and we parted ways. We left the dock and headed back up the lake while they were still finishing up, and I took Kristi back to help her get settled into my room. Our room. It felt very good to think of it that way, and I wanted desperately to be alone with her. It turns out she wanted the same thing. 

I sat and watched her unpack her bag, still not quite believing she was really there. She is so beautiful and moves with such a lithe easy grace that it makes my heart ache just to look at her, and when she turned and found me watching her I smiled. She straightened as she brushed her hair back, smiling at me in return.

"Gosh Adam, it's so good to see you! And to see you smiling, at that! Did we really surprise you?"

I laughed. "You could say that, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I turned around to ogle the pretty girl and check out her cute little ass, and when I found you standing there behind me it totally blew me away! I never expected that, not in a million years."

She looked puzzled. "What pretty girl?"

"You, of course! I was admiring your tight little tush as we came in, and your great legs, but I didn't realize from a distance that it was you - I should have known, asses that nice are pretty rare."

She laughed and wiggled her butt at me. "I'm glad you still like it. So you're really glad I'm here? You're not still upset with me?"

I looked at her, serious now. "No. I've been wishing since the minute I got here that you were here with me. There's stuff to work out, but God, I've missed you so much!" 

She sat on my lap, putting her arm around my neck. "That's really good to hear. I've been so afraid that my lies had screwed up the best thing that ever happened to me, but now maybe we can start over and make it work. I sure plan to anyhow, but I know we need to talk." She laughed. "I guess it's a good thing you didn't find some bimbo to bring along to the lake like I told you to, huh?"

I grabbed my head. "Oh shit! I completely forgot! Seeing you here just blew everything else out of my head. I did Kristi, I met a woman that's planning to come and join us, but not until Wednesday. Crap, I need to make a call and tell her not to come, I guess. I hope we're not out of signal range." I dug for my cell phone.

Relieved to see that I still had a strong signal, I began to search for where I had entered Tiffany's number. Glancing up, I noticed Kristi looking intently at me, a bemused expression on her face. I held her gaze, waiting for her to speak, now feeling like a total ass for inviting Tiffany along.

Finally she smiled, shaking her head slowly. "You really did? You found some bimbo and talked her into coming along with you on a boat trip?"

I frowned. "Well, it sounds kinda bad when you put it like that."

She snorted derisively. "You think?"

"Really hon', it's not like that. First, Tiff is no bimbo, she's a very sweet and vulnerable woman. Tough though, and smart. She's definitely led a difficult life, at times, but there's some steel inside of her. Interesting lady."

"Is she beautiful? And did you say her name is Tiff?"

I wouldn't lie to her. "Tiffany actually, and uhhh, yeah, she is very attractive. Different though, not just all-over undeniably gorgeous like you."

"I guess that's meant to be a compliment? Never mind the ego stroking, just tell me about this woman you find so fascinating."

I was antsy to call her, before I lost my signal, but I took a few minutes to tell Kristi about Tiffany, about how I had met her, and about the bumps in Tiffany's life and how she had come through it to become a strong and more confident, fascinating woman. And about how she wore some of the damage of her former life on her face, like a badge of honor, and how I felt that added character and uniqueness to her beauty. And about her triumphs, in the arena and in life with her business and the kids she worked with. When I finished, Kristi just looked at me for a moment before speaking.

"She sounds like quite a woman. Do you love her?" 

"I barely know her."

She stared into my eyes. "That's not an answer."

"No, I supose it's not. OK, I don't love her. I do like and admire her though, a great deal. I think we could have been great friends."

She smiled at that, I'm not sure why. "Did you fuck her?"

"No! We spent barely any time together, most of it driving down here. She met Ron and Kori, we all had a drink together. I really just invited her along on a whim, I was surprised when she accepted, but she had already said she was going to take a separate bedroom. It was just for fun, her coming along."

"Uh-huh. Were you hoping to fuck her?"

Again, I wouldn't lie to her. "I figured there was a pretty good chance of that happening. Yeah, I guess I was hoping to - it was kind of your idea you know, you said for me to. Was that just blowing smoke on your part?"

"No, I meant it. Call her Adam, tell her I'm here and explain the situation, but ask her to still come. I'd love to meet her. Any woman that can move you enough to invite her along on a trip like this after you've only known her a couple of hours must be something very special. She really broke through those fortress walls around you pretty quickly!" 

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess she did. There's just something about her. Are you sure about asking her to still come along? That might seem a little weird."

She patted my cheek reassuringly. "Sure, I'd really like to get to know her. I already know you have great taste in women - you picked me, after all."

I laughed. "Yeah, let's hold that thought and forget about my ex-wife for the moment. I don't imagine Tiff will want to come though, with you here."

Kristi shrugged. "She's got to come and meet me sometime - she's got your car, right?"

"Oh yeah, good point. I forgot about that. OK, I'll try." I hit the button to dial Tiffany's number, and it rang several times. Just as I expected it to go to voice mail, she answered. Her voice had that rich, sexy huskiness to it that I remembered. She sounded good.

"Adam, hi! I didn't expect to hear from you, what a nice surprise!"

"Hi Tiff, it's good to talk to you too. Hey listen, I had a little surprise of my own." I explained about how Ron and Kori had surprised me with Kristi, and that she was here now, but that we all still wanted her to come along and join us for a few days. When I was finished speaking she was quiet for awhile, long enough that I thought maybe I'd lost the signal. "Tiffany, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here, I was just thinking. Wouldn't that seem too strange, having me along while you're with the woman you love? I mean, I don't want to intrude."

"No, you wouldn't be intruding. Kristi told me to ask you to still come, she wants to meet you and get to know you. We all do, we'd love to have you still. Please come and join us."

She was quiet again, thinking. "How about if I bring a date?"

I hadn't considered that possibility. Strangely, I felt a pang of jealousy, quickly suppressed. "Sure, I guess that would be fine. Who do you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know. Do you think I'll have any trouble finding a volunteer?"

I laughed. "No, you'll probably have to take all the men in town and have a lottery, or pull a name from a hat or something. I'm pretty sure you can have your choice, but you'll have to leave a lot of disappointed guys behind."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "You say the nicest dumb things! You know, with all your bullshit you could probably make a living as a fertilizer salesman. OK, I'll plan on coming down, but I'll probably bring someone, if I can. If you're sure that's all right." 

I assured her it was fine, although it still bothered me for some reason, and we verified that we would meet at Bullfrog Marina on Wednesday evening. My signal was breaking up by that time, and I lost her before we could say goodbye, but I was pleased that it had seemingly worked out so smoothly.

Kristi was looking at me as I put my phone away. "That sounded like it went well." 

"Yeah, she's going to come, but probably bring a date along. It's probably for the best, but I think you'll like her. I hope so."

Kristi smiled. "Yeah, me too, since we'll be cooped up on this boat together. I'm glad she's bringing her own guy along."

I teased her. "Why, are you jealous or something?"

"No, not really, but you guys tend to tire out so quick and go all limp and useless - it's always better to have more men than less, if you know what I mean." She laughed at my expression. I should have known better than to try to tease her!



Adam's Journey Pt. 43



Kristi gave me the once-over. "So is that the order of the day, swimwear? I remember we pretty much lived in our suits on the last trip."

"Um, yeah, I guess. You know Kori though, she tends to favor as little as possible. I think naked is her preferred mode of dress."

She raised her eyebrows, looking at me. "Really? She's been running around starkers? I'm sure you must have enjoyed that!" She turned and pulled a small bikini out of her bag, a pink, blue and green number I didn't remember seeing before. Without a trace of self-consciousness she stripped out of her tight shorts and small tank top, turning to face me, holding her bikini bottoms in her hand. She looked amazing, lithe, gorgeous and beautiful. Even as she took my breath away, I noticed that she had decided to stay with the smooth look, her mound bare and smooth, her pouty pussy lips protruding slightly, slick and pink. As always, I felt my body responding to her.

I breathed out heavily. "Damn!"

She smiled. "You approve? You seemed to really like the smooth look the night we all went out with Morgan and Rain, so I thought I'd stick with it for awhile. I kind of like it, it makes me feel sexy and naughty."

"Uh, yeah, I do like it a lot! It's incredibly sexy, there's just something about that look. It's sure working for me!"

She laughed at that. "Really, are you hard already, just from looking at me? That's one of the nicest compliments a man can give a woman, did you know that? The stiff dick salute! You guys get all aroused just from looking, or from a touch, then we see or feel your nice big bulge and we get all wet, and the next thing you know..."

She crossed to me where I sat on the edge of the bed and put her hands on my shoulders, her breasts close to my face. I gently kissed each of her nipples and they obliged by puckering quickly, distending and hardening. She gasped out a small "Ohhh!" then asked me to raise up so that she could pull my trunks down to my knees. When she did so, my cock sprang out, rigid and throbbing with desire, and she gripped me, using a twisting stroke as she drew her hand up and down my hard shaft.

Staring at my sex as she briefly masturbated me she smiled, then looked up into my face. "I guess you realize now that I've seen a fair number of cocks, since you know about my, uh, habit."

More than a little uncomfortable with that thought, I nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Well, I can honestly say that you have the most gorgeous, big, perfect cock I've ever seen - and that's a totally unbiased opinion, not just because you're my guy, my lover. I love it! What do you think about that?" 

She'd caught me off guard, and I laughed. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn't that! "Well, thanks, I guess. I'm glad you're able to be so totally unbiased when it comes to cocks. And I'd sure rather finish first than last in that category. Or even second, for that matter."

She leaned against me, releasing her grip on my penis and straddling my legs with her own, allowing my head to rest against her breasts, one hand playing with my hair and the back of my neck while her other rested on my back. I reveled in the feel of my face against her chest, hearing her heart beat inside and feeling the warmth of her, one hard nipple against my cheek. I cupped her ass with one hand, the other in the small of her back, holding her to me as she rubbed her chin gently on the top of my head. My erect cock was between her thighs, the tip just touching her vulva. Not looking into her face, I was able to ask her something that was kind of nagging at me.

"Kristi, why are you here?"

I felt her body stiffen slightly. "Are you disappointed that I came?"

"Oh no, not at all! In fact, I'm thrilled that you're here, but in your note, the one you wrote to me that last night we made love, after Morgan and Rain left, you were pretty definite about me taking time alone to make up my mind."

I waited for awhile, perhaps almost a minute, before she spoke. "Well, it just seemed like maybe things were going to be OK, the last couple of times we talked it just felt, I don't know, better, somehow. And then the closing got postponed, and Kori called, and it just seemed like fate, you know? I've missed you, so much!"

"I'm so glad, I've been missing you pretty bad too. I guess Kori told you that I want us to try again. That I can't even imagine losing you."

"Adam, I haven't talked to Kori since before you joined them, when she called me - well, except for a few words just a little while ago - so no, she hasn't told me anything. Really though, you want to keep me?"

Keep her?? What a weird thing to say! I laughed, I couldn't help it. "Yes babe, I want to keep you. If you still want to keep me, that is. I know I've been pretty tough on you."

"We're both pretty guilty of that. I love you Adam - can you love me, can you accept who and what I am?"

I shook my head and looked up at her. "I know I can love you, because I do and I think I probably always will. As for the rest of that, all I can promise is that I'll try. I have to try, because I don't want to be without you, and yeah, I think maybe I can accept it. I'm starting to see things a little differently than I used to."

As we talked I had noticed that the tip of my cock nestled up against the soft lips of her pussy had put her hips in motion, gently moving back and forth to stroke her own hard clit and moist lips against my spongy, swollen tip. My balls ached with arousal, and I could feel her heat.

She rubbed my neck as she spoke. "Do you really think you can deal with me making love to another man? That you could even watch, like I want you to?"

"I'd rather you said 'having sex with' rather than 'making love to', but yeah, maybe. The idea repulses me and excites me at the same time, so I don't know how it will be. I guess I won't ever know for sure until I try, will I?"

She laughed softly. "No, I suppose not. When? Can we do it soon?"

It was my turn to laugh. She seemed so eager! "Why, are you in a hurry for some reason?"

"Yes! I'm so horny - I've been celibate for almost three weeks now, like I told you I would, even with cute, horny Scotty hanging around, and I need to get laid, and soon! How about you? Have you been getting any?"

Uh-oh! How to tell her my sordid tale? "Uh, yeah, I've actually been pretty well taken care of, I guess you could say."

She leaned back and looked at me, waiting for more details. 

Even though Kristi had been one of the main instigators, pushing me to "spread my wings, break down walls, try to be more adventurous," etc, I had been very worried about this moment all along. I was never completely sure she really wanted me to do some of the things I'd wound up doing, or perhaps she'd thought I wouldn't - or possibly couldn't - take her up on her offer.

"Remember baby, you were the one that encouraged me to go out and, uhh, sample a little forbidden fruit, as they say. Don't get mad."

"Adam, I'm not mad. If I was mad would I be standing here naked and horny with your cock between my legs? I'm a little surprised, maybe. I figured if you did anything it would be slow and careful, like you always are, but you sound like you just dived right in! So tell me, what has happened to you other than your evening with Sue and Rick?" 

"Umm, well, a couple of things. You remember Dana - you mentioned her just before I went back up to work?"

"I remember. Back to Sue and Rick for a second, you still owe me that whole story, this doesn't let you off the hook for that, you know."

I nodded. "I know, but later, OK? We really should go and make nice with K and Ronnie pretty soon, and it's also lunch time."

She giggled. "No matter what happens, you never forget about your stomach, do you? No food for you until I at least hear about Dana. She's that real cute girl I met at the picnic, isn't she? The one with the hot little figure that kept teasing all you guys?"

"Yeah, that's her, but she's a woman, not a girl, as she informed me in no uncertain terms."

Kristi scoffed. "Sure, what is she seventeen, eighteen maybe?"

"Lord no! She wouldn't be out there on site at that age, she's in her twenties." I didn't remind her that Dana was only twenty one. Twenties was enough information. My stomach growled loudly. "Look, let's go eat and I'll tell you all about her afterwards, OK?"

"No Adam, tell me first. Maybe I can help take your mind off of food just a little." So saying, she reached back and guided my hard cock to her wet and willing opening and gradually lowered herself onto me, sliding slowly down my erect member until I was fully encased in her hot velvet grip. We both groaned at the sensation, and the certain knowledge that two bodies that were meant to be together had finally reunited.

Neither of us said a word, clinging to each other as she slowly moved her hips in small, careful increments, clearly enjoying the feeling of my cock touching all the right places deep inside her body. I held very still and let her use my erect penis to touch herself where she needed it the most. It all felt incredible to me, and when I sensed her body stiffen and her pussy tighten I knew she had brought herself to a minor orgasm, a fact soon confirmed by her loud gasps and her fingernails digging into my shoulders. She rode through it, squeezing me, then slumped against me following her release.

"God, that felt good, I needed that so bad!"

I hugged her to me, laughing. "I could tell, that was so fast! If you were a man that would have been a premature ejaculation, and then I could be all disappointed and pissed off."

She chuckled at the image. "Yes dear, but if I were a man I'd be limp, useless, and ready to roll over and take a nap, and all you'd have would be a big gooey mess, so you'd have every right to be pissed off." She squeezed me hard with her pussy muscles, and I gasped. "Do I feel like I'm useless, finished, ready for a nap?"

"God no!" I grasped her ass and began to fuck her in long hard strokes, driving myself into her. It felt great, and I could feel my own orgasm bubbling inside, but with my thrusts she crashed into another of her own before I got there and her spasms broke my rhythm just enough to slow me down, not an entirely bad thing. As she came off her own wave she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.

"That's all, no more of that. You hold still and tell me about Dana, and I'll direct the orchestra for awhile. You're in charge of the lyrics, I'll make the music. You've apparently been getting laid regularly, so this is my turn. Now talk."

So I told her about Dana, a little of the detail leading up, but mostly about the day we had spent together, from before dawn on the ATV's through the shower at the end of the day, and about her and Harley, and me arranging for champagne, and being asked to be best man for them.

Kristi rode me as I spoke, timing her movements to the waxing and waning of the story, and she came again as I told her about masturbating Dana's hot little pussy to orgasm under the big Wyoming sky, and again, harder, when I told her about the shower scene. As she recovered from her fourth orgasm of the afternoon and as I was closing in on my own, she suddenly stood up, my cock sliding wetly out of her, and stepped away.

I objected, gasping at the sudden sense of loss. "Ohhh fuck! What are you doing?"

"I'm done. I think that will hold me for awhile, thank you!"

"What do you mean, 'done', and 'thank you'? I'm not done! Get back here!" 

I tried to grab her, but she stepped out of reach, laughing and looking at my throbbingly hard cock, slick with her secretions. "Yes, I can plainly see that. But you've been getting lots of sex, so that will just have to wait for later. Besides, you said you were hungry!"

"Lunch can wait. Please come back here! Please?"

"No, not even if you beg, although that is kind of fun! I think we'll save you for later. Maybe at the party tonight I'll take it out and show everyone what a lucky girl I am - you could be the entertainment, I could give you a handjob while everyone watches. That should make the women horny and their husbands jealous!"

Despite that horrifying image, I felt an excited tingle go down my spine and settle in my balls. "Oh c'mon babe, quit teasing!" I grabbed my cock at the base and waggled it at her. "Look, still hard and ready, no waiting, horny sluts welcome!"

She laughed as she slid into her bikini bottoms. "I'm not so horny anymore, thanks to you. If I keep you aroused all afternoon you should cum like a firehose later. That will impress everyone!"

My gut clenched at that thought, but my cock throbbed and jumped, and she noticed. "Fuck, Adam, you're getting off on the idea!" She laughed. "Look how hard you are - you're harder than when I first got off of you! You really are expanding your horizons, aren't you?"

I can't deny that the scene she suggested was having an effect on me, but I muttered "Not that much, that's too gruesome a scene to even consider."

Laughing at my comment as she finished tying her bikini top around her, she opened the door and stepped into the hall. "Well, I'm going to go have lunch with our friends." She gazed down at my still engorged cock. "Join us when you can fit that into your pants again - and no jerking off, that's cheating! I really do want to save your energy for tonight, although I'm not quite sure how that will play out. I'm sure an opportunity will present itself. Bye!"

She left, leaving just the two of us, me and my poor neglected hard-on, behind in the room. I looked down to find him staring up at me. "What the hell are you looking at? It wasn't my idea to stop! If you'd have been a little quicker we wouldn't be in this situation!"

I think I heard him mumble something about "damned if you do and damned if you don't, you bitch when I'm too quick one time and not quick enough the next" or some such thing, then decided it might be considered slightly crazy to be having a conversation with my penis, so I went to clean up instead. Using cold water, I cleaned Kristi's juices off of me, enjoying her sweet musky scent and sort of proud that I had given her so much pleasure. I was still incredibly amazed and thrilled, not to mention slightly stunned, that she was here. It had felt so wonderful to be in her arms and to have her in mine, and just phenomenally good to be inside her body again!

I knew I'd hear more from her about my tryst with Dana, and she had yet to hear about my three-way with Ron and Kori, unless Kori was even then gloating about winning all her bets! With that scary thought I hurriedly got my suit back on, stuffing my still semi-erect cock in and tying the drawstring. As I prepared to leave the cabin a thought occurred to me and I dug around in my toilet kit until I found my small pill bottle, shaking out pills until the remaining small Cialis tablet Sue had given me showed up. I put the rest away and swallowed that one, then went to join my friends for lunch. 

I emerged into the main cabin to find it empty, but I heard movement on the deck above. Climbing the stairs I found Ron sitting at the helm with Kori and Kristi standing just behind him, one off each shoulder with their backs to me. I let my eyes run up and down Kristi's delicious body, noting her sleek curves and the diminutive size of her bikini and feeling a shiver of arousal run down my spine and explode in my groin. She always affects me that way; I think she always will. Again I was nearly overwhelmed with joy at having her there with me so unexpectedly. What a great surprise Ron and Kori had pulled off! I realized I owed them big for this one.

Kori, not surprisingly, was topless. On the other hand, perhaps I was mildly surprised that she was wearing even the bottom of her suit, as she had seemed determined to spend as much time naked as possible. Maybe having Kristi there changed the equation a little bit. Selfishly, I hoped not!

Hoping they weren't already telling her about the events of the previous evening while I wasn't there to explain my part, I blundered right in. "Hey guys, is anybody besides me getting hungry yet? It's after 1:30, and my stomach is starting to think my throat's been cut!"

The girls both turned and smiled at me, Kori shaking her head and speaking first. "Trust you to think about food when you have two gorgeous and barely dressed beauties right here for the taking! You're hopeless!"

"No, actually I'm hungry. And I've been given to understand that sexually speaking, like the Stones said, I can't get no satisfaction. So I thought I might as well eat. How about you Ronnie, you want some lunch?"

"You bet! Here I am, totally devoted to my duty as captain, remaining at the helm and guiding us safely through these dangerous, shark-infested waters, and neither of these wenches will even bring me a damn sammich! Or a sam dammich, whichever the case may be."

Kristi reached out and roughly tousled his hair. "What a drama queen you are! Shark infested - sure they are! Pirates too, I'll bet!"

He leered at her. "Arrghh little missy, they call me Peg-leg Pete - would you like to feel why?"

She smacked him open-handed on his shoulder, laughing. "No Peg-leg, that line may work on all the other girls but I'm wise to you! You're just wanting to get a free grope, and I'm not buying it."

He grinned back at her. "Damn, girl, it's good to have you here! I've missed your laugh - we all have. One thing though. You're way over-dressed." He looked meaningfully at Kori, letting his eyes settle on her bare breasts momentarily, then back at Kristi.

She glanced around at each of us. "Huh! I guess I am the only one with anything on above the waist. OK, that works for me!" She reached back and tugged the string on her top, pulling it off and tossing it onto the bench seat behind her, smiling at me as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her smallish breasts slightly. I smiled back at her; I couldn't not smile, even if I'd tried.

Ronnie gazed appreciatively at her tits. "Mmmm, those are every bit as nice as I remembered! And don't you feel better now?"

Kristi snorted at him. "Give me a break Ronnie, your wife's tits are much bigger than mine - not that I don't appreciate the compliment."

He reached out and caught her around the waist, pulling her to him where he sat. "One thing you've to understand about men and tits, Kristi baby. When we've seen one, we want to see them all! And yours are quite lovely, trust me."

She laughed as she put an arm around his shoulder. "Thanks Ronnie, really. I hope you don't get tired of seeing them before this trip is over."

"Never!" He brought his hand up, about two or three inches off her breast and splayed open as if to fondle her, then stopped. "May I?"

Kristi looked at him for a second, then looked over at me. They all did, waiting expectantly for me to say something, but my throat had gone totally dry. This was somewhat new territory for us - Kori was always touching everyone, of course, and the various games, teasing, and pool wrestling matches brought us all into a lot of contact, but Ron openly and eagerly touching Kristi in a purely sexual manner was new. And strange.

Of course, I had spent much of the previous evening deep inside of his wife, and had spilled my seed into and onto her, suckled at her breasts, and tasted her pussy, so what could I say? Kristi was obviously all right with it and was just checking with me to be polite. I smiled and shrugged, giving them the OK, and Ron's hand closed over Kristi's left breast, cupping and gently squeezing her. 

My heart jumped into my throat as I heard Kristi moan softly and put her hand over his, holding it to her. "Ooooh, that feels nice! You have nice strong hands - squeeze me a little harder!"

Now it was Ronnie's turn to groan, deep in his throat, as she pushed her tit into his hand. "Mmm, you feel so firm - it's almost like muscle or something. "Honey, you should come feel this!" 




Adam's Journey Pt. 44



As we neared the point of land beyond which lay Smuggler's Cove, I walked aft on the top deck and looked back at the trailing boat. I could see that a couple more people had joined Miguel and Sandra on deck, and I waved at them. As they waved back and Miguel blew a short blast on their horn, I could see that the other man was also dark-skinned and black-haired, but the woman was blonde, almost platinum blonde, and that while her skin appeared well tanned, she was definitely Caucasian and not Hispanic.

Kori walked back and stood beside me, wondering what the tooting horn had been about. I glanced at her and noted that she stood there topless, completely unabashed as she shaded her eyes with one hand and looked back at them.

"Uh, K, aren't you forgetting something?"

She looked down at her bare breasts and smiled. "What's the point? Apparently they've already seen all there is to see." She raised both arms over her head and waved at our new friends, which earned her a considerably more enthusiastic blast on their horn! She laughed, enjoying their response to her exhibitionism, and we turned and went back up to join Ron and Kristi. From that vantage point, all but the top deck and canvas canopy of their boat, which had dropped about fifty yards behind us to avoid our wake, was hidden from view.

Ron was still steering the boat, and Kristi was leaning with her butt against the front railing alongside the instrument panel, facing him. I overheard Ronnie saying something about unfinished business, and surmised that he was talking about their interrupted sex play. Whatever they had been saying to each other, her nipples were completely erect, so I knew it was sex talk of some kind. 

Kristi laughed at whatever he had said, then replied "Poor baby! Did we leave you all frustrated and horny? Hey, it's not my fault you let another boat sneak up on us!"

Ron shook his head. "Well, still, I figure you owe me one. Besides, I'm the only one that's left out now, and yes, it did leave me all frustrated and horny. I'm only human, you know!"

Kristi stepped close to him, and bent forward, sliding her hand up the leg of his suit and working it in to where she could grab his cock. I braced myself, both for the strange and unsettling sensation of seeing her do that and in case she made some remark about the smallish size of his equipment. To her credit she didn't, and when I saw her hand moving under his suit, obviously stroking him, it began to turn me on rather than turn my stomach as I had been afraid it would. Nonetheless, I did feel a little fluttery and tense inside. I felt Kori's hand on my back, as though to brace me up or lend me her strength, and while it felt good and I appreciated it, it probably wasn't necessary.

Kristi smiled at him, then gently kissed him. "Wow, that's really a hard one! You're hard as iron Ronnie, has it been like that ever since you were playing with me?"

He nodded. "Yes, of course! That may have been almost as much fun for me as it was for you babe, but it left me with this little problem. Now that you're on it I feel better already!" 

Kristi turned and eyed Kori and me for a moment. "Right now I'm busy, but when I'm through here I'm going to need to hear all about how and why Ronnie is the only one left out, as he put it. You guys have been keeping secrets from me, and that just won't do!"

I had been hoping that maybe she had missed his offhand comment, but she hadn't. I should have known she would catch that, but then she needed to be told at some point anyhow and I hadn't found a good lead-in yet, so it was just as well. A smooth segue for that topic would have been difficult at best. Kori quickly reassured her that the two of them would go sit and have a glass of wine and she would be told all about the previous evening's "kinky activities", as Kori put it. Kristi, apparently satisfied, turned her attention back to Ron. 

She undid the nylon belt of his suit and, with his help, quickly tugged it down. His small cock was standing at attention, rigid and swollen with blood, and Kristi took it between her thumb and two fingers, laughing softly. "Gosh, look how pretty and perfect it is, and so hard! It's nice to finally see this thing all revved up and ready for action Ronnie, after seeing you all shrunken and shrivelled up so many times!"

He shrugged, raptly looking down at her fingers stroking him. "Well, it's still pretty little, but we can't all be freaks of nature like the Mule here."

Kristi looked up at him. "Ronnie, most guys aren't hung like Adam, he just happens to be near the top of the range. The upper percentile, if you will. That's just luck of the draw, genetics, whatever. The variety is what makes it so much fun, and you're like a wonderful little H.O. scale model, perfect in every way! It's so cute!"

I winced at her use of the word cute, and at her H.O. scale reference, hoping that Ronnie didn't know that H.O. was roughly 1/87th scale, and that less than 2/10 of an inch would equal one foot in true scale. What can I say, I was a model train fan as a kid. If he knew the reference he showed no sign of it, intent on what Kristi was doing to him - and on Kori and I watching them!

Kristi went on. "On the bright side, I bet no woman has ever gagged on your cock, have they?" As soon she said that she leaned forward and took him completely into her mouth, her lips closing around the base of his cock and her cheeks drawing in as she applied suction to him. He gasped at the unexpected sensation and bucked, involuntarily thrusting his hips upwards, but she already had all of him in her mouth so there was nothing to be gained by pushing into her face. She seized his balls in one hand and began to fondle and squeeze them, and I could almost hear my heart pounding over the sound of the boat's motor. I was hard, extremely so, and tense, and I felt a small trickle of nervous perspiration run down my back.

Kori put her lips to my ear. "Are you OK? Should I make them stop?"

I choked out "No, I'm fine. It's just so strange to stand here and watch, so...erotic, I guess. Just seeing them do that, two people I love, it's just... just... I don't know, so wrong but also somehow so right, and...damn, I have no words!"

Kori smiled and slid her hand down the front of my trunks, finding me extremely hard and leaking semen. "Well, one part of you is fully on board for this, I can sure tell that!" She giggled. "Damn, Adam, could you get any harder!"

The Cialis seemed to have taken full effect, and I felt huge and rock hard, my cock straining skyward. I also had the slight headache and stuffy sinus sensation I'd experienced with the earlier dose. Apparently the drug swells certain non-penile tissues as well. I untied my suit, giving her easier access, and she began to slowly stroke me, her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft as far as they could reach, the almost purple head of my cock sliding along her arm in its own lubrication just above my waistband. An obvious wet spot soon formed on the front of my trunks where I had leaked before Kori set me free. Kristi glanced over at us, Ron's cock still in her mouth as she moved her lips over his rigid shaft. She stopped for a moment, releasing him from her vacuuming grip, and turned to us.

"Don't make him cum Kori, I told him he needs to save his energy and, um, vital fluids for tonight, in case this party gets as wild as I expect it to." She looked up at Ron. "And you be sure to warn me before you cum, so that I can be ready, OK?"

He groaned his agreement, and Kristi took him back into her warm, wet mouth. Within thirty seconds he groaned "Oh, god, I'm about to cum!", and Kristi immediately released him from her lips, taking her hand off his taut, swollen scrotum and leaning back, watching his stiff little cock buck and twitch with pre-orgasmic spasms. She had done the same thing to him that she had to me, stopping just a split second short of allowing him to cum!

In his case I wasn't sure she had stopped in time, and we watched one small gush of white semen escape the tip of his spasming cock and began to run down his stiff shaft. Ron cried out. "Ohhh fuck, don't stop! Kristi, for god's sake!"

She just laughed, waiting momentarily for his tipping point to pass before leaning in and licking the small spill of semen from his cock, taking him into her mouth momentarily to be sure she didn't miss any. He groaned and swore, looking at her, unbelieving. "You're not going to just leave me hanging, are you?"

She laughed. "You're not hanging Ronnie, you're sticking straight up!"

"You know what I mean."

"You and Adam need to save yourselves for later Ronnie, you guys have limited resources. You don't want to be embarrassed by runnning out of steam at the wrong moment if things get exciting, do you?" 

He stared at her. "You know, in all this time I had no idea what an evil little bitch you are!" He laughed. "I can see that life around you is going to be different from now on, isn't it? I'm beginning to question my judgement in flying you down here!"

She laughed too, and leaned in and kissed him, full on the lips. As they held the kiss, I realized they were tongue wrestling, him tasting his own cum in her mouth. When they broke, she said "You have no idea, my friend! But trust me, you'll both thank me for this later, you'll see. I think you'll find it was well worth the trouble to have me come down."

She turned to Kori and me. "And if you'll let go of his "freak" cock, as your husband put it, I'll take charge of him and make sure he doesn't misbehave. Hey, is that boats I see ahead?"

It was. We had rounded the spur of land while we were distracted, and ahead, probably still well over a half mile off, was a small cluster of boats. As we turned slightly and headed directly for them, Ron began to talk about Sandra, on the boat behind us, remarking on how pretty and sexy she was. It had slipped my mind how strongly attracted he was to small, dark-skinned women, whether Asian, Latina, Indian - whatever, as long as they were pretty, very petite, and had long, glistening black hair Ronnie was very much into them - and Sandra was a knockout. I was fully aware of his fetish for the dusky beauties, we all were, but I had not put it together yet as it pertained to our new friends.

Kori just listened to him wax eloquent about the beautiful Sandra, smiling indulgently as he talked, knowing full well that he would likely be trying his damnedest to get into her pants. Well, OK, she didn't have on pants, but it's just an expression. I sincerely hoped that Miguel was understanding; I was neither trained nor qualified to stop a homicide should it turn out that Miguel was the jealous type.

As I pondered that thought, Kristi put her arm around me and we kissed, long and deep, tongues probing. It wasn't until we broke apart that I remembered that she had cleaned up Ronnie's spilled cum with that same tongue only moments before, and she saw the realization in my eyes. She gave me a devilish smile and raised one eyebrow, teasing me, then laid her head on my chest and hugged me, and somehow it was all good.

As we chugged across toward the small floating island of boats already anchored in place, Kristi stepped away and turned her back to Ron, looking at Kori and I, and asked point blank about our activities of the previous evening. Apparently she didn't want to wait until her and Kori could share it over a glass of wine after all! 

"So, am I to understand that in the short time you've been here together you've managed to gain a little, mmm, carnal knowledge of each other?"

I envied Ron, for now left out of her little interrogation, but assumed his name would come up, given what had transpired. I squirmed a little under Kristi's level stare, but Kori laughed as she put her hand on Kristi's arm.

"Oh, more than a little sweetie! Good lord, I don't know how you take that thing, I felt like it was about to split me! I mean, I liked the feeling of being stretched, especially after the first few seconds, but I think it almost bruised my spleen! Really, it's fun to look at and fun to fondle and suck on, but it's maybe just a little too much of a good thing!"

Kristi laughed, and I gasped a little, suddenly realizing I'd been holding my breath, waiting to see how she'd react. I had taken part in the fun with Ron and Kori, knowing full well that there could well be consequences, but trusting them to not lead me anywhere that would damage my healing but still-fragile relationship with Kristi. 

Still smiling, Kristi raised her leg and slid her foot up my thigh and into my shorts, finding my half-hard cock with her toes and rubbing, none too gently. I instantly hardened.

"Yeah, the first time I saw it I was a little surprised and nervous too, but it turned out to be just right. So you didn't like my big man-toy?"

Kori grinned and shook her head. "Oh, I never said that! We just had to be a little careful was all. We need a chance to get to know each other better, as you said, in a carnal way. To learn how to move together and figure out what works best. It was kind of fun having both guys there to serve me, such a contrast, kind of the long and short of it. You know, big versus little, short vs. long, huge vs. tiny, thick vs....."

Ronnie interrupted. "Hey! Hello, I'm right here for Pete's sake - I can hear you! Jeez!"

Now it was Kristi's turn to laugh, although she tried to stifle it with her hand over her mouth. She put her hand on his shoulder and bent down, kissing his cheek. "Poor Ronnie! Are you just now finding out that your cock is a little on the small side?" He turned, and their lips met, lingering momentarily before she went on. "Not to worry, it's a very handsome little fellow Ronnie, and so very hard! You definitely left me wanting more."

He shrugged. "Sorry gorgeous, that's all I've got!"

She straightened, laughing, and slapped him on the shoulder. "Not what I meant, and you know it! This whole thing, playing with Ronnie's mighty weapon, knowing you three were having fun together, it's left me really horny just thinking about it!"

I shook my head. "Imagine that, you being really horny! What an odd turn of events!"

Kori and Ron both laughed, and Kristi wheeled on me, grabbing me and pinching my right nipple. "What did I just hear? Sarcasm from the man-slut? I'm horny from behaving myself, while you've been out sticking it in anything wet and willing, and you're making fun? Take it back!" She twisted, hard. "Take it back, or I'm keeping this!"

"Ow! Ow, I take it back, I take it back!" Laughing, wincing, trying to pull away without losing my nipple, I wrapped my arms around her and crushed her to me, covering her mouth with my own. Feeling her hard nipples against my chest, I slid my hand down to her firm, round ass and pushed her to me, grinding our pelvises (pelvi?) together. I felt her heat and her hard mound against my swollen cock, and as her hips pumped into me and I sensed her powerful desire, her overwhelming need, my own flared to meet it. I thrust my hand down inside the back of her small bikini, curling them under to find her baby-smooth sex hot and dripping wet, the aroused, engorged tissues slippery, parting as I found her opening and pushed two fingers into her.

She groaned loudly and pushed back into my hand, forcing my fingers more deeply into her, both of us intent on each other and oblivious to Ron and Kori watching, open-mouthed. I was going to take her, penetrate her, ravage her, right there on the spot, needing to bury myself inside of her as much as she needed me to do so, and beyond caring if they saw. Her fingers fumbled at the front of my suit, trying to pull the drawstring before realizing it was already untied following Kori's exploration, and as she thrust her hands inside, forcing my suit lower on the sides, it vaguely registered with us that Ronnie was saying something.

"Hey! Hey you two, much as I hate to spoil this, there's a boat coming out to meet us. Damn their bad timing, anyhow! Why don't you go take this down to your room and, uh, carry on? We can handle this."

Kristi and I broke, and hearing her take a long, ragged breath sent a thrill through me. I knew she was truly and deeply aroused, incredibly so, and took her hand to pull her below. She took a couple of steps, then stopped.

"No. No, we'll wait with you." She ran her knuckles across my swollen ridge. "Sorry baby, that will just have to wait 'til later, OK? At least now I'm not the only terminally horny one!"

I heard Kori let out a breath that was every bit as shaky as Kristi's had been, and glanced at her to find her face, neck, and chest flushed with arousal, her nipples twin pink peaks on her full breasts. "Whew! You sure got that right, I think I soaked right through my bikini crotch! I'll need a fresh suit to meet company." 

Ron looked at her and chuckled. "You did babe, you've got a big wet spot there. That's my juicy girl! No time though, you'll have to make do."

The "boat" turned out to be a Waverunner, and it quickly closed the distance between us, slowing to match our speed and pulling alongside. I stepped to the rail and watched as he tied up to us and cut his motor, and the girls again donned their tops and made themselves arguably more presentable. 

To me they both appeared visibly and obviously sexually aroused, nipples plainly erect and faces flushed, and of course there was the little matter of Kori's wet spot, quite visible if she stood the wrong way. More though, it was that certain heat in their eyes, a look that men unfailingly see, absorb, and respond to, and their lips, which were full and flushed with blood Also, they both kept licking them, an unconscious sign of arousal and attraction if you believe the experts. In this instance I knew it to be true.

Our visitor turned out to be none other than Doug, the Speedo-wearing boater that had invited us to this little soiree' in the first place, and who had so blatantly ogled Kori on his initial visit. As I recalled, she had also been intrigued by the clearly displayed contents of his tight suit, which he again wore.

I called down for him to join us up above, and he soon appeared at the top of the steps, smiling and speaking. "Hi guys, we're so glad you showed up! We were wondering if you were going to make it, and..." He stumbled to a stop as he saw Kristi, his eyes running up and down her lean form before he caught himself and went on. "You were holding out on us! Who's this lovely lady, and where did you have her hidden yesterday?"

Kristi smiled and stepped toward him, her hand out. "Hi, I'm Kristi, Adam's fiancee', I just joined them this morning."

He took her hand and held it, his eyes wandering over her body with no sign of shyness or embarrassment, and I suddenly realized she was inspecting him in the same way, her eyes lingering boldly on the bulging pouch of his suit. Kori stepped forward, both girls seeming almost predatory in their state of heightened arousal.

"Kristi, this is Doug, it was him and his..." she looked at him "wife?" He nodded, and she went on. "Him and his wife Pam and another couple that came by and told us about the party."

Doug laughed. "Well, this is sure a nice surprise to find two such beautiful ladies on board when I was only expecting one! Pam may not be quite so thrilled though, I think she may have been having some impure thoughts about your Adam."

Kristi raised his arm, draping it over her shoulders as she slid her own around his waist, glancing over at me. "Really? Well, you'll have to introduce me to her, maybe we can work something out." His fingers came to rest on the upper swell of her breast, just above her suit, and he made no effort to move them. She leaned into him, the bare skin of her hip, side, and back touching his bare arm and torso, and I felt something crackle inside of me, a flash of combined jealousy, anger, and arousal, knowing he was surely feeling the heat I had raised in her, the tactile sensations of her sexually aroused body.




Adam's Journey Pt. 45



Author's note: First, sorry I've been away for so long, and for the subsequent lapse in the pace of the story postings. It was due to personal circumstances, and was unavoidable. I simply did not have the time to post - and believe me, it is time intensive!

Second, I'd like to express my appreciation to all those that have sent me kind words and requests for the story to continue. Even those that just wrote to express disappointment over the lapse, thanks; it is very flattering that you missed the story and its characters enough to write.

Now, as to the story. I hope to continue it on a somewhat regular basis, but time constraints may cause it to be spotty for awhile yet. I hope you will be patient and bear with me. We have a long way to go, and I do intend to keep on until I finish it.

Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy!

stormdog 

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I quickly discovered that Pam was a 'toucher', one of those people that just habitually and constantly touches - hugging, stroking, or even just resting her hands on me or leaning against me. And it wasn't just me, she did the same to anyone that came within her space, male and female alike. Fortunately she's also one of those people that's very outgoing and open, and that, combined with her attractiveness and ready laughter, seemed to put most people at ease. Her sexy figure didn't hurt matters, and the men seemed to enjoy her attention. Women seemed to take it as though it was perfectly natural.

We made small talk and did some people watching, each of them occasionally remarking on one of the other partygoers or greeting somebody that came up to us. I saw Miguel performing bartender duties and speaking to an older gentleman at the bar that I'd not yet met, and Kori talking to Doug and Steve nearby. I'd temporarily lost track of Kristi, but did spy Ron in a clinch with Sandra as they danced to something I recognized as the Eagles, and I called Britt's attention to them.

"Do you know if Miguel is the jealous type? Is he going to have a problem with Ronnie sniffing at his wife's tail all evening?"

She laughed. "Be nice! No, I don't think he's going to have a problem with it, I'm pretty sure he's already seeking his own target for the evening. He'll be looking for a couple that he can dominate a little bit, you wait and see. He gets off on playing the aggressive dom role, and if he can take a guy's wife right out from under his nose and push him around a little at the same time, humiliate him, well, Miguel loves to do that!"

I looked at her, part disbelieving, part hoping he didn't try that on Kristi and me. I was pretty sure fists would fly in that scenario. 

Pam seemed fascinated by her words. "Really? He would do that even in a large group like this? Seems dangerous to me."

Britt shook her head. "No, he's a pretty good judge of character. He has a knack for finding wimpy guys that get off on being dominated and seeing their wives get, uh, taken by another man."

Recognizing Sue's husband Rick, but also seeing myself in part of her description, I felt my gut clench. I knew the humiliation aspect would not be pleasurable for me, and that I would rebel. At this point I was not sure any of it would work, but the idea of seeing Kristi with another man still sent a tingle through me. I quickly changed the subject. "What about you and your husband, what's your particular thing?"

She turned her icy blue eyes on me and smiled. "My husband?"

"Yeah, John - what's his kink?"

She laughed. "Well, Juan's kink is to screw as many women as he can, as often as possible - and he can do it quite often, trust me, the man's nearly priapic - but he's not my husband. He's Miguel's brother, and I met him through Sandra. I work with Sandra at a law office in Chicago."

"Oh. I see." I didn't really, not at all. She was wearing a wedding set with an enormous diamond surrounded by smaller stones, a very flashy and expensive looking piece, and she had the appearance of a woman that never missed a spa visit or a workout with her beautician or personal trainer. The high maintenance type, in other words.

She smiled again and went on. "Now my husband, his particular kink is playing golf, and he's with his buddies in Myrtle Beach this week doing just that. I thought that rather than stay home and mind the kids while my husband is away fondling his putter and his little dimpled white balls, I'd come here and fondle Juan's eight iron - or eight inches of iron - and dimpled brown balls. We both have our hobbies!"

Pam let out an appreciative laugh, and after a moment of shock at Britt's blunt honesty I joined her, laughing at the way she had put it as well as at her refreshing openness. 

I took her hand. "Well Britt, that was a surprise. And also none of my business. Sorry I made the assumption about you and Juan. Hey, by the way, is it Juan or John? He seems to answer to both."

She laughed. "He thinks that if he goes by John he'll seem more American and will be less likely to get deported. He's overstayed his work visa, and it's probably my fault. If I'd stop fucking him he'd probably go home."

"And is he the jealous type?"

She smiled and looked me up and down. "Why? Are you planning on trying something?"

I smiled back. "You never know. I just thought that would be good information to have, that's all." 

"No, he's cool with whatever I do. And I am getting pretty tired of a steady diet of Mexican, not to discount his ability to get it up ten times a night. Can you do that?"

"Uhh, ten times? Really?"

As she and Pam laughed at my discomfiture, Kori came to my rescue. As she has so many times before! "Sorry ladies, I'm going to steal this guy away for a little while. Come on Mule, let's go relieve Miguel at the bar for a little while, it's not fair to leave him stuck there all evening."

As I stood, Britt grabbed Kori's arm. "Wait, did you call him Mule? What's the story behind that?"

Kori grinned at her. "I'll let him explain it, but I will say he can be very stubborn. But that's not it."

She pulled me away, and we took over for Miguel at the bar. He wandered off with the older guy he'd been speaking to, and I saw them join a younger, very attractive woman near the bow rail of our boat before I got involved in mixing blenders full of Margaritas and Daiquiris, and the occasional rum punch or serious drink. We seemed to have a couple of dedicated Scotch drinkers nearby, as well as one Jack Daniels fan. 

Kori and I cut up a little, playing off each other like the old friends we are, tossing bottles and zingers with equal aplomb. The laughter and buzz around us drew a small crowd to our boat and our bar, and we both enjoyed a fair amount of attention from the opposite sex. Or at least I enjoyed it until Kristi reappeared, dragging Ty and Cody, the two guys from this afternoon at the dock, behind her. One in each hand.

"Look Adam, Ty and Cody made it, finally!" 

"Swell. How are you guys doing tonight, can we get you a drink?"

Cody smiled, warm and friendly as he'd been earlier, and even Ty greeted me warmly, his earlier animosity apparently forgotten. "Hey Adam, just a Coke for me if you've got one. Kristi wants us to take her out for a little skiing before it gets totally dark, I'll drink the real stuff when we get back." Cody asked for a club soda.

They had obviously brought the beautiful MasterCraft I'd seen earlier rather than their houseboat. I knew Kristi loved to water ski, and is extremely good at it, and I was relieved to hear that they both had the sense not to drink before they got involved in that, but the thought of her leaving with the two of them made my heart sink.

I got their drinks for them. "Boy, I don't know. It's getting a little late, isn't it kind of dark for water skiing?"

Kristi looked at me, her face unreadable. "It's light enough Adam. I'm good, we're not drunk, and we'll be careful. Right guys?"

They both nodded agreement. Still... "Baby, it's not that light. If you go down you'll be kind of hard to see in the water, that's a little dangerous with all these other boats around."

She gave me a wicked smile. "Well, if I do any going down, I'll just have to be sure I do it in the boat and not in the water then, won't I?" 

Before I could come up with a response they turned and left, Ty's arm around her shoulders, and I watched as Cody's hand slid down her back until it cupped her cute ass, barely covered by her tiny suit. I knew a lot of the people around the bar witnessed it as well. My mouth felt like dust, and I struggled to swallow as the merriment around me dimmed to a distant buzz. 

After they left I was just generally irritated, the fun mood I'd been in while kidding around with Kori and the other folks around our bar completely forgotten. I felt prickly all over, and apparently it showed, because Kori took me aside. "Adam, I know this is bugging you, but you're like a horse with a burr under its saddle. They're just going skiing you know. Why don't you go watch her ski? You always enjoy that, and I can get someone else to help me bartend for awhile - then I'm going to go have a little fun myself!"

I decided to take her up on her offer and gave her a quick kiss. "Thanks K, you're the best. If I'm not back in thirty minutes or so, come find me."

She promised she would, and I turned to go. From the upper deck of our boat I could see that two or three additional boats, besides Miguel's, had tied up outboard of us. As a result, very little of the open water where they could tow a skier would be visible without crossing to one of the boats on the outer perimeter of our floating island, so I went down to the lower deck and crossed to Miguel and Sandra's boat, then moved on to the next one beyond it.

I heard the throaty growl of the big V-8 in the ski boat and knew I was near my goal, so I went up to the top deck of the boat I was on, a nicely equipped mid-sized houseboat, beautifully decorated. It appeared that there were realtively few people on the outer ring of boats, most of them having migrated to the center ring where all the action was, but there were a few around, most just having a drink and engaging in quiet conversation.

As I neared the rail I heard the growl of the engine drop to a low, burbling idle and spotted them slowly making a turn to pick up a skier from the water, about twenty yards away from me. Kristi was in the boat with Cody and Ty, Ty driving and Kristi and Cody acting as spotters. Kristi bent over and took a slalom ski from the person in the water, and when Cody leaned over and offered a hand I watched as he pulled a compact, dark-haired, very fit looking woman up onto the boat. She looked and moved like a gymnast, with contained power and purpose.

I saw her shake the water out of her short, pixie style hair and heard them all laughing, and suddenly noticed that she had no suit on her lower half, something I hadn't seen in the fading light! She had a bright yellow flotation vest on, and was clutching a small tangle of strings and dripping fabric in one hand; it was apparent that she had lost her skimpy bikini bottom when she went down hard, and having recovered it was now trying to untangle it and get it back on.

Kristi took it from her and untangled it while she shed the life vest, and I heard Ty suggest that she just leave it off. She ignored him, and I caught a quick glimpse of a dark triangle of pubic hair as she turned and got her bikini bottom repositioned and tied over her hips.

Kristi donned the vest and slipped off the back of the boat into the water, taking a few quick strokes away before Cody floated the ski out to her. They idled slowly and expertly around her, bringing the rope close where she could grab the bar, and when she signaled that the slack was out of the rope and she was ready he hit the gas.

She rose smoothly and expertly from the water, adjusting her grip slightly as she did so, and then they were off, the powerful boat quickly gaining speed. Soon she was skimming smoothly behind, kicking up a tall rooster-tail, and she turned to pick up speed, seeming to almost draw abreast of the boat before coming back across, getting serious air time as she jumped off the boat's wake.

They went into a wide turn, a couple of hundred yards out, and Kristi took the turn inside of the boat before shooting out to pass behind it at an incredible rate of acceleration. I knew she was in her element, loving the speed and excitement, and that she would be juiced on adrenaline for the next couple of hours.

Kristi is not generally a vain person, but one thing she does take pride in, and justifiably so, is her athleticism. She works hard to stay in shape, and she enjoys pushing her body to its limits. Perhaps in more ways than I knew! Maybe she's just a little vain about her hair too, but considering the compliments she gets, and how many guys tend to hit on her, she has always seemed remarkably well grounded.

As I watched her ski, admiring her smooth power and grace and the way her long, sleek muscles moved under her skin, I realized she was showing off just a little, leaning back into the pull, holding the rope one-handed, taking long, high jumps off the wake, and doing a flip off one as she came parallel to where I stood. As the roar of the boat dopplered in and then out and away again, I became aware of voices from the deck directly below me, and leaned over to look. There were three guys standing at the rail below, watching her performance and providing their own commentary.

I eavesdropped a little, unintentionally, not knowing who they were or which one was speaking, but voice #1 began with "Wow! I could watch that all night, that's some fine looking woman flesh right there!"

The second voice responded with "I'd sure like to spend a little quality time with that!"

The third voice, laughing: "Yeah Bobby, but for you quality time means about thirty seconds. At best! A woman like that probably wouldn't let you kiss her feet!"

Two of them laughed, as the one they called Bobby bristled slightly. "Hey, that's not true! But I'd even kiss her feet if she wanted me to. And after my thirty seconds I'd just bury my face between those long, long legs until she was beggin' me to stop!"

"Bobby, she'd probably start begging you to stop as soon as you tried to talk to her!"

They all laughed, then voice #1 rose again: "Yeah, but look at those legs! Damn, if she locked those around your head she could probably burst it like a melon."

"But not a bad way to die, huh?" They all laughed again. Then: "I'd sure like 'em locked around my waist though. You just know that's got to be one tight pussy on that babe. She could probably squeeze you dry in no time! She's just built for sport fuckin'!"

This conversation was starting to piss me off a little, even though I knew it was just something guys did. Lots of talk, very little action. Hell, I'd had conversations much like this with other guys myself, when we would see a beautiful woman. For the first time ever, I wondered if a husband or lover of the women I'd commented on and joked about had ever overheard me, and was horrified at the thought. Before I could go further with that possibility, their conversation took a turn.

"Hey, you know, I saw her earlier with a guy on one of the big boats, her husband or boyfriend, I guess. He was tending bar, and he sure didn't look very happy when she went off with those two guys to their boat."

"Would you be?" 

"I'd be a little scared to have a girlfriend or wife like her, she could get laid anytime she wanted to - do you think she'll fuck around on him tonight?"

"Probably. You saw her with those guys, there was a whole lot of touching and flirting going on. That's usually the warm-up to something more. Fuck him man, I'd sure do her if I had the chance!"

I turned and walked away, unable to listen to any more. The fact that they were discussing me and Kristi and the likelihood that she was going to cuckold me tonight was, at once, embarrassing, painful, humiliating, and strangely exciting. In my heart, the same one that was pounding like a jackhammer at that moment, I knew they were very probably right. 

I dropped down the steps onto the main deck of the boat, intent on heading back to the security of our boat and my friends, but looked out on the three guys that I had overheard as I passed the doorway. They still stood at the railing, watching Kristi, no doubt starting a pool on how long it would be before she had somebody else's cock inside of her. 

Beyond them I saw Tyler turn the boat back toward the floating island of houseboats and speed directly toward the larger boats. Alarmed, I took an involuntary step or two toward the rail; there was absolutely nothing I could do, but I felt the need to do something! At the last moment he veered expertly away, and Kristi, following behind, leaned deeply into a brutally hard turn, absorbing the G-force with her body almost parallel to the surface of the water as the ski dug deep and she shot back the other way, avoiding a collision with the houseboat by what seemed like only a few scant feet!

The three guys had stood frozen in place as she hurtled toward them, and were still firmly rooted when the wall of water she had kicked up smashed into them, drenching them completely! A good deal of amused cussing and laughter followed, and it included a few admiring comments about her nerve, athleticism, looks, guts, and sense of humor, as well as some discussion on whether or not she had specifically targeted them for that maneuver. I wondered that myself.

Chuckling to myself, enormously relieved that she was safe and had not been injured or killed during that insane maneuver, I slipped across to the next boat and headed back to my own. It was approaching full dark now, and I heard Ty's boat go into a low idle that could only be for stowing gear and picking up his skier, which meant that Kristi should be back soon. 

Crossing through the dimly lit interior lounge area of Miguel's boat, movement off to my right caught my eye. Turning to look, I did a double-take when I realized that the motion I had seen was a womans head bobbing up and down over the naked lap of a tall, slender black man that I had seen earlier, but had not yet met. He was sprawled out on the low sofa near one corner of the small room, one foot hanging to the floor, while a small blond with a nice body - a nice naked body - knelt on the floor alongside, bending over him, her ass toward his upper body. In the receding light I could see her lips sliding up and down the long, dark shaft of his substantial erection! He had one hand up between her legs as she sucked him, and I could hear wet, squelchy noises and her low moans as he diddled her aroused pussy.

Aghast that I had barged in on them, I tried to quietly turn and leave, but cracked my shin on the low coffee table that they had obviously pushed aside to clear the area near the sofa. The man's head came up from watching her blow him, and he looked directly at me!

I tried to bail out quickly. "Uh, sorry, excuse me, I didn't realize anyone was in here. I'm just trying to get back to my own boat."

He smiled. "No problem man, if we were worried about privacy we'd have used one of the bedrooms! We were kind of in a hurry and this was as far as we got."

The woman slipped his long cock out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop and looked up at me, his thick, glistening black organ still gripped in one hand. "Adam, is that you? Hi, it's me, remember? Do you want to join us?"

It dawned on me that this petite blonde was Meg, one of the four people that had originally come to our boat to invite us to this party and had wound up flashing her very cute tits at us, and that she was the wife of Steve. It was no big surprise that I hadn't recognized her - the last time I'd seen her she had not had a fat black cock in her mouth! Before I had a chance to either respond or wonder what Steve would think of this situation, I was startled by a voice from the darkness behind me.




Adam's Journey Pt. 46



Crossing back to our own boat at last, I felt like a bull elk in rut. I was edgy, aroused, agitated, rankled and jealous about Kristi, and completely uncomfortable in my own skin. I needed to get laid soon. Or punch something, whichever opportunity came up first.

I decided to go back up top by the bar to wait for Kristi; maybe a good, stiff drink would help. As I reached the stairs I passed a small group of people and heard a voice announce in a very pompous manner: "Sure, you can see global warming is real. I was up at Glacier National Park this summer and the glaciers were much smaller than when I was there seven years ago."

Now, normally I'm fairly non-confrontational, but this stupid statement just caught me at exactly the wrong moment. From my position on the lowest step I could see that the speaker was a slender, well-groomed, slightly balding guy, probably about 5'8" tall and in his late forties. In khaki shorts and Izod.

Before I could stop myself, I said in a loud voice "Yeah, and 11,000 years ago Wisconsin was under a glacier over a mile thick, and when I was there last August there wasn't a trace of it. Well, except a few small pieces in my Scotch."

His head snapped around and he quickly picked me out. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. I just thought we were discussing melting ice and thought I'd throw in my two cents worth." 

He sneered. "I suppose you're one of those climate change skeptics, a real flat earth type."

It was starting to look like the opportunity to punch something might just arrive first! "Oh, no, on the contrary. I absolutely believe in climate change, I've seen the geologic evidence that it's happened many times over the earth's history. I just question how much of any change has anthropomorphic origins."

He looked blank, so I filled in for him. "Man-caused."

He bristled. "I knew that! So you don't think greenhouse gases can cause climate change? That's foolish!"

I was so going to enjoy the feel of my fist meeting his face! "No, what's foolish is destroying entire industries, maybe an entire economy, based on a completely unproven theory. I think the jury is still out, and until we know we shouldn't do anything stupid."

"But all the experts agree that CO2 is causing warming."

"Sorry bub, but I can match you scientist for scientist on both sides of the fence. There are plenty of climatologists and meteorologists that think the computer models are severely flawed, and some evidence actually shows cooling. Of course, as has been shown, that data did not meet the proper political agenda, so it got buried. But still, you could be right."

"But most people think..."

I laughed "Now there you've got me! It has been a very effective propaganda campaign, and I certainly can't match up to all of your grade school-educated stars and starlets, or your rich fat-cat politicians that stand to get even richer out of the taxpayer's pocket if carbon control legislation passes. All I can do is look at the facts."

This was actually turning out to be kind of fun, and was providing a distraction from my problems. I stuck my hand out, and made it a point to crush his when it was proffered. He winced. "I'm Adam, by the way. And you are?"

He puffed up a little. "I'm Congressman Gerald Martin, Adam, and I can't believe you think it's not getting warmer - can't you feel it, see it?"

I was surprised! "Seriously, a U.S. Congressman, a member of the House?"

It turned out he was indeed, from a nearby western state. I was pretty glad I hadn't punched him - it's probably against some law, although the case could be made that any such law desperately needs to be repealed!

I went back to his question. "Seriously Gerry - can I call you Gerry?" He didn't object, so I went on. "Gerry, where I live it did seem to get hotter between about 1999 and 2004 or so, but that didn't happen world-wide, and you're confusing weather with climate. If it happens for a year, or five years, or fifteen years, well, that's weather, and it changes constantly, in relatively short cycles. When it happens for fifty or a hundred years, or more, then you're starting to talk about climate." 

He frowned. "So you really don't think we should do anything?"

I laughed. "Again, you misinterpret my meaning! We should of course take common sense measures, shoot for high-mileage cars, conserve, generate power with non-fossil fuel sources like nuclear and hydroelectric when possible..."

He cut in. "Nuclear is too dangerous, and it would be a sin to dam up any rivers just to make power!"

I slapped him on the shoulder, laughing. "Surely you catch the irony of you making that statement while you're floating around enjoying yourself on this big old lake behind - oops, you guessed it - a giant hydroelectric dam!"

He looked surprised for a moment, then laughed and shook his head ruefully. "You set me up and took me down right there! This is kind of fun Adam, come on, let's go upstairs and freshen our drinks."

We climbed the steps, followed by a couple of attractive women and other members of his retinue and went to the bar, now being tended by Ronnie and Sandra. Ronnie looked at me and raised his eyebrows, silently asking how I was doing. I shrugged and smiled at him, touched by his concern. I looked for and spotted Kori, standing by the front rail, drink in hand, talking to Doug and Pam. Pam saw me and waved. 

By now there were probably between twenty and thirty people on our upper deck, several in the hot tub, and more on the deck below. All four of the boats around the inner square looked equally well populated; I guessed the party in the cove had attracted over two hundred people and at least twenty houseboats, as well as several smaller craft.

Sandra brought us drinks, giving me a brilliant smile when she recognized me. I had to admit, Ronnie has good taste. She was seriously exotic, pretty and sexy, and I noticed the Congressman's eyes run hungrily over her body. I called him back to earth.

"Gerry, the problem is you guys want to have your cake and eat it too. Right now the transportation sector - all phases - is about ninety percent reliant on fossil fuels. And in the interest of full disclosure, I work in the oil industry, out on the fringes in the R&D sector. But the transportation issue is not going to change or go away anytime soon, there are no viable alternatives available. So we should conserve as best we can and continue to research other technologies. The truth is I don't want to dam any more rivers either."

He stopped me. "What about electric cars, or hydrogen powered, those technologies are available."

"Available yes, functional no. We just aren't quite there yet, and what they do have is ridiculously expensive and sets up all new pollution problems from the batteries involved. And even if good electric cars were available it would take ten or fifteen years for the fleet to roll over. And when - or if - we do get there, where is all the electricity to recharge these cars or to produce and concentrate the hydrogen fuel going to come from? Fossil fuels, coal and natural gas?"

He looked thoughtful, involved, so I continued. "It takes enormous amounts of power to create those fuels or charge that many batteries. Burning fossil fuels to generate power for alternative auto and truck fuels just trades one problem, one CO2 source for another. Nuclear is the only viable, available, and somewhat reasonably priced answer for clean, dependable power. Without damming rivers."

This was a pet subject of mine, so he had unwittingly played right into my hands. 

He started to speak, then paused, frowning. He had turned out to not be such a bad guy, despite my first impressions. And that's a major concession from me when talking about any politician. "We can get our electricity from wind and solar, those are both proven technologies."

I laughed. "Yeah, proven to be extremely expensive and unreliable! Seriously Gerry, when a company steps up that can provide dependable, consistent solar or wind power, at a reasonable price, and - here's the kicker - without any taxpayer subsidies, I'll be their biggest cheerleader. And stockholder. So far nobody is even close, and may never be. It's the nature of the beast, it's just not always sunny or windy where and when you need it, and there is no way to store the energy, or transmit it long distances effectively." 

I was so engrossed in the argument that I had momentarily forgotten all about Kristi, until I saw him look over my shoulder and watched his eyes widen appreciatively. Long, cold, wet hair touched my back, soon followed by a warm, firm body that I knew so well, and her arms came around me. 

She kissed my shoulder and neck. "Hi baby, did you see me skiing? It was a blast, that boat is so damn fast, and Ty is great with it. I'm pumped!"

I smiled. I had known she would be, all of her senses and nerve endings firing from the vigorous and fast paced action. I pulled her up next to me and put my arm around her shoulders, squeezing her to me as we kissed. "I did babe, you looked amazing. Thought you were going to kill yourself on that one maneuver though, that was insane."

She laughed. "It was fun! A little closer than I intended, I think I drenched a couple of guys on the boat."

I laughed. "You sure did. But they deserved it, I'll tell you later. In the meantime, I'd like to introduce you to a real U.S. Congressman, Rep. Gerald Martin. Gerry, this is my fiancee' Kristi."

They shook hands, and he held onto hers. "Please call me Gerry, Kristi, it's a pleasure to meet you.' His eyes ate her up, running over her face and body with no trace of subtlety. While this demonstrated better taste and judgment than I would have expected from a politician, it was beginning to piss me off!

She pulled her hand free. "Really, a U.S. Congressman? Currently?"

He smiled and preened a little. "Yes ma'am, second term. My constituents like me!"

Kristi smiled. "Can I get my picture taken with you?"

He looked her over again and smiled proudly. "Sure, I don't know why not." He turned to one of his posse. "Frank, do you have a camera?"

Ronnie came up with one from somewhere and they both turned to face him. Kristi stopped them. "Can I be topless in the picture?"

The look on the Congressman's face was priceless! His desire to see her topless warred with his common sense and fear of the voters. "Uh, um, well, no, I don't think that would do at all! What if that picture showed up on the internet, or in the tabloids, that would be disastrous!"

Kristi appeared to consider that. "You're right, of course. I don't know what I was thinking! If my friends and associates ever saw me this close to a politician, why, I'd be ruined!"

Everyone around us, including some of his people, laughed. Ronnie was about to fall down, tears running down his face. Gerry chuckled uncomfortably, not sure if she was pulling his leg. I knew she wasn't; she detests politicians as a class, considering them a lower life form. I was hoping she would behave herself with someone of his rank, but should have known better.

She went on. "Well, never mind the picture then, if I can't go topless. Hey Gerry, what would you call it if we had five hundred politicians at the bottom of this lake?" 

He looked at her and shrugged, frowning again. "I don't know, what?"

She gave him her prettiest smile. "A good start! Or water pollution, you can choose your favorite punchline."

He did his best to smile, shaking his head. "You'll understand if I say I'm not too wild about either of them, I hope."

Kristi just laughed as I winced inwardly and tried to pull her away, knowing she was enjoying her captive politician's discomfort far too much. She wasn't quite finished. "Adam, I expect this from him, but why would you be at a party with all these nice people and so many beautiful women and be sitting here talking politics?"

"Well, we weren't really talking politics babe, we were talking science."

She looked from him to me, and back at him. "Huh. That must have been a little like talking Shakespeare with a chimp."

Ouch! I pulled her away as Gerry laughed uncomfortably, trying to remain polite. I turned her over to Kori and Pam and walked back to apologize. "Sorry Gerry, I should have known better. She just has a thing about politics, she hates all aspects of it. It was nothing personal."

"It's OK Adam, it's not really that unusual. She was just extremely good at it! Such a gorgeous lady you have, but such a sharp tongue. Very quick mind though, she must be a lot of fun."

"You have no idea! She's not that way about most things, just politics and the people that practice it."

He laughed. "Makes me wish I'd followed my early instincts and become a fireman, it's what I wanted when I was five."

I chuckled. "Well, you would be much more widely admired. And men in uniform always get her hot, so..."

He laughed and we parted, promising to stay in touch but knowing we wouldn't. He had turned out to be a pretty good guy, for a politician. I returned to our little group and Pam immediately pulled me close, leaning against me, her large left tit crushed to my arm. Doug and Kori were also touching and flirting, and I remembered that she had jerked him off earlier, so they were understandably more intimate. 

Kristi looked at Pam and I, noticing how close she was holding me and touching me, and smiled softly. That looked like trouble to me. "Hey Adam, I'm still wet and kind of cold, I think I'll get in the hot tub. Are you going to join me?"

"Sure, sounds good." I had of course noticed her erect nipples but hadn't considered that she might be cold. Duh.

Pam chimed in. "I think I'll come too, if that's OK."

Kristi replied. "Sure, the more the merrier!" 

I glanced at the hot tub. There were several people already in it, but I thought the three of us could crowd in. If Kristi's take was true, it was destined to be quite merry indeed! 

As we crossed to the hot tub, Kristi asked me why I had said that the guys at the rail had deserved the soaking she gave them. I laughed and started to tell her, but was interrupted by some of the people in the tub telling us that the price of admission was that we had to fetch drink orders for anyone that needed a refill. We laughed, but took orders from four people and decided that Kristi and I could handle it, so Pam was graciously allowed to enter the tub.

As we waited for Ron and Sandra to fix the drinks, I quickly finished explaining to her about the lewd comments of the three men, and how they had been wondering just who she might wind up with tonight, taking her infidelity as a given.

She looked at me. "You're right, they deserved it! Did that really bother you?"

I shrugged. "It was just guys, talking shit. We pretty much all do that kind of stuff."

"Yeah, I know, but did it bother you?"

I gave her another resigned shrug. "Yeah, a little I guess. It's no big deal, can we stop talking about it?"

She laughed. "We've got you all the way up the hill, now we just need to get you over that hump." I smacked her on the ass, hard enough to make a loud pop, and she jumped. "Oww, hey!"

"Well babe, I guess me getting over humps will depend on who you plan to hump." I was continuing to have a love/hate relationshipp with the whole idea, the idea of her - or possibly both of us - with other sexual partners. I seemed to break out in a hot sweat of arousal and a cold sweat of dread and jealousy every time the subject came up.

She laughed, rubbing her butt where I'd spanked her, and raised her eyebrows mischievously. "Does it depend on who, or on how many?"

That comment sent a brick to my belly and a tingle to my groin simultaneously, an odd sensation. Foolishly, I had never anticipated that she might consider multiple partners. Now I wondered if she was viewing this party as a giant buffet of willing males, cocks erect, just waiting for her to make her selection. Or selections. I had no clever response for her.

She laughed and tossed her hair back. It was drying rapidly in the desert air. "That look on your face was priceless! Did I shock you?"

"Umm, yeah you did, a little. Just when I was starting to think that nothing you could say or do would shock me anymore!"

She gave me her best sexy smile, the kind of smile that invariably fills my head with impure thoughts. "I hope we never get to that stage in our lives! I've still got a few tricks in my bag." As she said that she reached below the bar and ran her hand up the leg of my trunks, finding my cock contained within the mesh pouch, no doubt right where she expected it to be.

It made me jump, but it was probably a good thing she did it because I'd been about to make a stupid tricks/prostitution reference in response to her comment about tricks in her bag, which, in retrospect, was a very bad idea considering some of the names I'd called her when I had caught her cheating. It was also a very bad thing that she was groping me, because I felt myself begin to harden almost instantly. I knew by now that the Cialis in my system would cause me to harden quickly, to maximum hardness and size, and that it would be persistent. I tried to push her hand away, but she resisted.

"Come on Kristi, stop! Please?"

She laughed. "Did I shock you again? Is this against house rules or something? Wait, I'll find out." She turned her head and called out to Ronnie "Hey, Ron, is it against the rules of your fine establishment for me to play with my fiance's big cock while we wait for our drinks?"

Several people turned to look at us as Ron shook his head. I could feel myself growing red. Ronnie took right up with her. "Damn, woman, have you no sense of common decency? But no, it's not against our rules. In fact, it's encouraged!"

I muttered "Thanks so much Ronnie! Come on babe, the drinks are almost ready..."

Sandra came over and looked directly into my eyes, smiling brilliantly. I noticed that her eyes were so dark that I could barely make out the pupil against her walnut-brown irises, dark, mysterious pools. Considering Kori and Sandra, I had to admit that Ron has excellent taste in women. She spoke in her soft, cultured accent, addressing Kristi but never letting her eyes waver from my own. "I believe it is against our rules to do that without showing the rest of us what it is that so fascinates you." She leaned across the bar and looked down to where Kristi was squeezing and fondling the growing bulge in my trunks.

I took exception: "Oh no, uh-uh, we're not going down that road!"

Kristi was enjoying this, knowing how much she was embarrassing me. Of course, she could also feel how hard I was growing in her hand. "Oh come on Adam be a sport! Someone's got to be the icebreaker for this party!"

I shook my head, seriously not wanting to be there just then, as a woman's slurred voice from behind me said "Yeah Adam, come on, be a sport, show us some cock!"

I turned and looked. It was a somewhat heavyset dishwater blond, probably early forties, not unattractive but obviously very inebriated. Her husband, a paunchy, balding guy that looked older than her, was alternately glowering at her and me, as if this was my doing! I don't believe I'd met either of them; if I had, I'd forgotten.

Before I could respond to this assault another woman's voice, this time from across the bar, joined in. "Yeah, don't be a coward, whip it out! We promise not to laugh, don't we girls?" This time it was an older, slender brunette, probably close to fifty. Her husband was at her side, an amused expression on his face. I had met them; she was Elaine and he was Jack. Or perhaps it was Ellen and James. Eileen and Jerry? I knew it was something like that. Both were trim and looked fit and attractive, but were older than most of the other partiers.




Adam's Journey Pt. 47



After Kori settled in place, Doug handed her their drinks and swung his leg over the side, ending up sitting on the edge of the tub behind her with one leg on each side of her, his feet and lower legs in the water. She leaned her head back against his crotch, wiggling slightly to settle in against his bulging pouch. I saw his stomach muscles tighten as she pushed against his genitals. 

The tub was set up with a four foot wide redwood platform at tub-height along one side. The other three sides had about an eight to ten inch wide lip formed by the fiberglas edge of the tub, designed for easy and comfortable seating. There were steps and a rail at one corner of the tub, and a stepdown from the platform area to the deck of the boat. It was probably overkill, because with the tub sunk a foot or so into the deck, the lip was only about twenty four inches high, and fairly easy to enter or leave directly from the deck surface. Unless you were short.

Kori moved her shoulders around and groaned, enjoying the luxury of the hot water. Nobody had made any immediate move to follow her demand for nudity, despite her example, although looking around I did see several people eyeing her and than glancing at one another. Finally Pam said "What the hell!" and reached behind her back, unhooking her top and pulling it off. She tossed it toward the same lounge chair that held Kori's, but missed, and it landed on the deck with a soft, wet plop. Her large breasts swung free, jiggling as she threw her suit, soft and nicely shaped. Her pink nipples with their large areolas began to pucker noticeably before she slid back down into the water.

Miguel watched this with great interest, then pushed Linda forward and reached down and unfastened her suit. Without being asked, she raised both arms overhead and he lifted her top clear, carelessly dropping it over the edge onto the ground. Max's eyes ran over his wife's semi-nudity, and he blinked rapidly, several times, but said nothing. Miguel then made Linda stand, and he pulled her suit bottom off of her as well, revealing a trim little light brown bush and the front parting of her pink lips, the bump of her inner labia and clitoris centered between them. As he turned her back to face him, I noticed that she had a pretty cute little ass, the kind best admired in tight jeans or during doggy-style sex. Her suit had not been particularly flattering, but she looked pretty good naked! 

Something about that, the way Miguel handled Linda in front of her husband, apparently struck Britt as being funny, because she laughed out loud and shook her head before reaching up and pulling the string at her neck and the one behind her back, untying her top and removing it. She pitched it back over her head onto the redwood deck behind her, causing her large, firm breasts to move enticingly. I wondered if the spray-on tan had darkened her nipples, because they appeared a dark red, almost the color of a rich Bordeaux against her tanned skin. Her breasts looked taut, full; almost swollen, they were so firm and round, her dark nipples distended. Her move left Kristi and Joan as the only females still somewhat fully dressed. 

Kristi, aware of this, stood up on the seat of the tub, facing the group, and cocked her hips to one side, posing with her hand on her jutting hip. "OK, I'm game, but I want to work a trade. I'll trade my top for the first set of men's trunks that I'm offered! Us ladies can't be the only ones showing skin."

Nobody moved for a moment, and she looked at me, raising her eyebrows. I pretended not to see her. Suddenly, surprisingly, Matt raised his hand and stood, fumbling for the drawstring on his suit. Laughing, blushing, Joan quickly grabbed him and pulled him back down, scolding him through her laughter. Kristi laughed at them and made chicken clucking noises. "What, no takers? Surely there must be at least one brave guy here!"

Pam poked me. "You do it!"

I declined. "No! Besides, she's already seen me, many times!"

She poked me again. "Yeah, but the rest of us haven't. Come on!"

Very aware that I was still hard, a situation not helped by the fact that Britt's toes had by now crept to within an inch or so of my balls, I again declined. Before anything more could be said, Miguel rose from the water and turned to face Linda, reaching down to grasp her hands and pull them up to the waistband of his suit. Understanding what was expected of her, she smiled as she unclasped the plastic buckle of the narrow nylon belt around his hips and pulled it loose, then proceeded to tug his trunks down over his hips.

His aroused cock, erect from Linda's earlier attention, sprang free. It was pointing up, thick and dark, probably between seven and eight inches long, with his dark foreskin still puckered over the end despite his arousal. His pubic hair was black and coarse, but sparse, and his testicles were clearly visible as two good-sized round orbs enclosed in his dark-skinned scrotum. Linda leaned down to help slide his trunks down over his feet, and he leaned on her shoulder with one hand to steady himself as he lifted his feet to aid her.

As she came back up she paused at his groin, leaning in to lick his balls and then suck one big testicle into her mouth. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, his cock laying against the side of her face as she tongued his balls. Letting his balls slip from her lips, she engulfed his erect cock, stretching her lips over his thick member and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, perhaps half his length. I noticed Max staring at them, completely captivated by the scene, his mouth making shapes and motions which mimicked those of his wife, as if he was the one sucking Miguel's hard cock!

I glanced quickly around the tub; everyone was watching them, absorbed in the act and maybe wondering, like me, what Max was thinking. Kristi and Britt were smiling, as was Kori. Pam licked her lips, and I saw her briefly stroke one of her erect nipples. Joan and Matt were both wide-eyed, shocked and maybe embarrassed, and I realized that this was completely outside of their realm of experience. 

Listen to me, like I'm the old pro! Let's face it, it was pretty new for me too. I couldn't speak for the others as far as the novelty of the situation was concerned, a strange thing to realize when one of them is your fiancee'!

I feel confident in saying that all of us men were hard, between all the hot bodies and the sex act we were witnessing. I know I was.

Miguel then surprised everyone again, taking his wet suit from Linda and stepping across the tub to Kristi. He stepped up on the seat facing her, which put them very close together. In fact, his erect, saliva-slick cock grazed across her firm belly as he moved, and neither of them made any effort to prevent that! He smiled at her, his teeth startlingly white in the dimming light. He held out his dripping suit. "Here you are, I believe you mentioned a trade, Miss Kristi?"

It was one of the few times I've ever seen Kristi speechless, caught completely off-guard. I'm not sure if it was the suddenness of his move, or the fact that his thick, hard cock was rubbing against her stomach, but she simply reached back and fumbled at her suit. As she pulled it free, I became aware of my own heartbeat pounding in my head, and that my fingernails were digging into my palms. 

Bending down, he momentarily sucked each of her hard nipples. I saw her body spasm and heard her gasp of surprise and arousal, then watched with a mix of excitement and dread as she cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing and fondling momentarily before moving up to wrap her fingers around his hard shaft, my Kristi stroking his thick, dark, aggressive-looking cock in front of everybody!

My cock throbbed as I felt Britt's toes begin to lightly carress my balls and Pam's hand slide down to grip my erection through my suit. Watching Kristi slowly masturbate Miguel's thick cock, sliding the foreskin back to expose the large, blunt, shiny purple head of his cock, I barely heard Pam mutter "Oh my!" 

He allowed her to stroke him for a few moments before reaching down and gently disengaging her hand. I saw a look flash across her face - disappointment, maybe confusion, I'm not sure - before he stepped back down into the footwell of the tub, bumping Britt's leg and knocking her foot away from my crotch. The water lapped over his balls, but his erect cock still jutted well above the foamy bubbles, his foreskin again covering most of the head leaving just the tip peering out.

Kristi was close to his height, but with her standing on the seat he had to look up at her. Spreading his hands to indicate his own nudity, he smiled. "Does it seem fair to you that I should be naked while you still wear part of your suit?" 

Reaching out, he rested his hands on her hips, covering the two bows where her suit tied on the sides. All eyes were on them, their interaction having completely captured everyone's attention. Kristi looked slightly shaken to me, still off balance from his sudden approach, but her eyes sparkled with excitement and her nipples were extremely erect on her perfect breasts. It's hard to tell, when you're sitting in a hot tub, if you're sweating. I was pretty sure I was, though I felt cold. She grasped his hands, holding them in place over the strings of her suit, keeping him from pulling the bows out.

They looked at each other for several seconds, into each other's faces as if no one else was present, then Kristi released his hands, raising her arms out to the sides. With her quiet acquiescence, in one quick motion he yanked both bows out, untying her bikini bottom and stripping it down through her legs and off of her before tossing it aside onto the boat's deck. She was now every bit as naked as the woman he had left on the other side of the tub. Or as him, for that matter.

Thinking back about it, she was more naked than Linda, because Linda had at least the soft thatch of her pubic hair covering her mound. Kristi's smooth mound was fully on display, and Miguel looked at it, chuckling softly. He reached out and ran the back of his fingers across the soft, smooth pad of flesh covering her pubic bone, allowing his knuckles to just brush the front of her cleft. She continued to stare defiantly back at him, but I saw her body spasm just slightly as he touched her, and a slow flush climbed her neck to her face. "You are a very beautiful woman, and so sexy and brave!"

Still lightly grazing his fingers across her smooth mound, he looked at me. "Adam, don't you agree that it is always a pleasure to eat from such a clean plate?" I forced a smile and nodded, agreeing with him although I was not at all sure exactly what he was trying to say. Maybe it was the language barrier.

And just like that he stepped away, returning to Max and Linda, standing in front of her with his rampant erection close to her face. She and her husband both looked at it, then at each other, and then up at him before she lowered her face and submissively took his cock into her mouth.

Kristi sank back down into the water at my side, and I heard her softly exclaim "Damn!" 

Before I could ask what she meant by that, Matt and Joan rose from their corner and moved to leave. Matt spoke. "Sorry to be party poopers folks, but this is a little out of our league, we're not really the crazy sex-party types. You all have fun though, we'll just go back to our boat." Joan also apologized. "Please don't let us spoil your fun, it's just us, we're, uh, kind of in over our heads here!"

I heard Kori laugh. "Don't worry kids, we're all in over our heads, we just plow on ahead and see what happens! We don't want to chase you off, but please don't feel obligated to do anything that makes you uncomfortable! It's supposed to be a fun party, not stress you out!"

They hesitated, but decided to depart. I think they were both quite aroused by what they had witnessed (we could all tell that Matt was) and wanted to get back to their room to take advantage of that situation. 

The fact was, as the evening wore on and nudity and sex became more commonplace around the main party boats, a number of people opted out. We even saw a couple of boats pull out and leave, the occupants apparently having misunderstood, despite the warnings, what this "adult party" would become. Looking back, there were moments when I wished I had gone with them. 

At that moment, however, I returned my attention to Kristi, tearing it away from Linda blowing Miguel. Kristi was watching them as well. "Did you enjoy that?"

She looked startled. "What?" 

I tried again. "Did you enjoy that, that little bit between you and Miguel?"

"Um, it was weird. He's so aggressive, it caught me off guard."

"But you enjoyed it. Or at least it looked like you did."

She gave me a sly smile. "You mean did I enjoy playing with his balls and stroking his cock?" I could only nod. 

"Well, it was a nice set, and he was very hard and thick, and I do love a nice supple foreskin." She paused, torturing me. "But no, he's not really my type. Too domineering, too much Latin machismo bullshit, I think. If I ever feel the need to be dominated, I'll just order you to do it." She laughed at her own silly contradiction. I laughed too, although I'm not sure whether it was at her joke or just simple relief. I hadn't much cared for his aggressive approach either, it was just too 'in your face', if you know what I mean. 

She reached up and gave me a quick kiss. "You do know I'm teasing you, right? He's not my type, just a fun play toy. I found my type right here." I nodded, hoping that was true, and she kissed me again before we turned our attention back to the action.

As if to prove that our assessment of him was on target, Miguel pulled his cock out of Linda's mouth and, taking it in his hand, slapped her across the face with it several times. It appeared to be none too gentle, but she didn't object. In point of fact, she seemed to enjoy it! He then stepped to Max and put his hand on top of the man's balding head. Pulling him forward, he thrust his hips toward Max's face until the head of his dark, saliva-slick erection was at Max's lips, and we all watched in sick fascination as the older man closed his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing his wife's dominant lover to thrust his thick penis into his mouth!

Kristi looked at me as if to say "That could have been you!", but I just shook my head. No, it couldn't. Not ever, no way. Even seeing Max do it left me feeling very uncomfortable, wanting to look away. Unfortunately, like the sick fascination with seeing a bad car wreck, my eyes were drawn to the them.

Miguel was pumping his hips now, slowly fucking his hard cock into Max's willing mouth. Linda watched, a small smile on her face as she played with her own nipples, enjoying the sight of her strong, newfound lover humiliating her weak, cuckold husband in front of a group of near-strangers! Max actually seemed to be enjoying it, and appeared to be actively sucking on Miguel's cock with considerable enthusiasm.

We were all momentarily reduced to spectators, unable to look away, and we saw Linda reach up between Miguel's legs from behind, grasping his balls and pushing him forward, more deeply into her husband's mouth. Miguel allowed this to go on for maybe a minute or two before extricating himself from the other man's lips and stepping out of the tub, his now extremely hard and thick cock rigid in front of him. He reached out for Linda, and she took his hand and stood, stepping out onto the deck beside him. 

They began to walk away, but Miguel turned, looking back at Max, who sat frozen as though stunned by what he had just done. "Come along Max, I will need you to prepare your wife's sweet pussy for me before I make love to her. And we will of course need you again after, it may become quite messy. Come along now."

Max clambered awkwardly out of the tub and followed meekly behind. We all sat there silently for a moment, nobody knowing quite what to say or do after a scene like we had just witnessed! 

We all watched them for a few moments, amazed by what we had seen and curious about what might happen next. I smiled as I noticed that we all glanced around at the others in the tub, as if to be sure we were not the only voyeur in the lot. Kristi grinned and raised her eyebrows at me when our eyes met, clearly enjoying the direction in which the party appeared headed.

Miguel and Linda walked to the long bench near the starboard rail, where they embraced and kissed. Max, trailing behind, just stood and watched as their two naked bodies pressed together, his wife's breasts crushed to Miguel's bare chest, her soft lower belly pressing against his swollen, straining cock. I took a quick glance over toward the bar area and noticed that we were not the only ones watching this seduction in progress. Ron and Sandra, Miguel's wife, stood behind the bar, facing the action, and Ellen and Jack sat on stools on that side of the bar, also watching. Ron had his arm over Sandra's shoulder, and as I looked it drifted down, his hand dropping out of sight behind the bar. I'm pretty sure he was fondling her ass.

Linda and Miguel finally broke their embrace, extracting their tongues from each other's throats. Miguel turned to Max and they exchanged a few words, although we could not hear them over the jets and pump on the spa. I don't know if Max asked if he could undress, or if Miguel ordered him to, but he quickly shed his baggy, wet trunks. The area formerly covered by his suit was even more pale than the rest of him, which is saying something, because he was quite pale all over, his formerly dark body hair mostly gone to gray, much like the minimal amount of hair remaining on his head. As he turned to discard his suit, he revealed a limp and dangling package at the bottom of his tree-trunk torso and between his tree-limb legs, his cock long, thin, and completely flaccid in front of his sagging scrotum.

I leaned over to Kristi, to speak privately. "If Max is enjoying any of this, he sure doesn't show it!"

She looked at me, then frowned slightly. "Hush Adam, you can't know that just because he's not hard. Maybe he's sick or injured or something and can't get it up, did you ever think of that?" I had to admit I hadn't. She went on. "If that's so, then letting his pretty little wife find a handsome, horny, hung, extremely virile younger partner is pretty sweet, don't you think? And I think it's sweet that he participates so that they can still share sex together."

I laughed. "Participates! Yeah, really sweet!" She glared at me. Apparently she had been serious. Who knew? "Uh, sorry, I thought you were kidding. I mean, if he's totally impotent, no lead in the pencil, what's in it for him?"

"Maybe he gets his satisfaction from his wife's pleasure. Some men do, you know. And if she's happy and satisfied instead of frustrated and horny, that probably makes their marriage and home life much better. Wouldn't you think? Plus, he probably just likes to watch - just 'cause he's got a limp noodle doesn't mean he's not aroused."

I shrugged, conceding the argument. She was only guessing too, but logic was on her side. Every other guy watching them was rock hard, I guarantee it - I know I was - and that Max was not probably meant he was not able. In a way I felt terrible for him, carrying the knowledge that other men could give his wife such pleasure and that he could not. In another way, I admired him, that he could be so selfless and could love her so much that he would make this sacrifice to ensure her happiness, her satisfaction. She was considerably younger than him, and he had been smart enough and generous enough to acknowledge that he could not fulfill her needs and desires. Rather than risk losing her he had made this choice. Amazing, what love will do! 




Adam's Journey Pt. 48



As he moved closer to her, his hip blocked our view - or at least my view - and I couldn't see him enter her. There could be no doubt about the exact moment he did, however, because her legs spread slightly wider and her feet suddenly pointed sharply downward, her toes curling under as her body tensed at the sudden violation, the sensation of his large, hard organ plunging deeply into her. He entered her fully in one long, slow thrust, his hips pushing forward as her forced her open, and her back arched as her body responded, meeting his thrust. Even over the noise of the spa we could hear her loud, surprised "Oohhh!" as he took her, and we could see the muscles across Max's back and shoulders tighten up as he reacted to his wife's response.

The abrupt change from teasing and foreplay to deep and almost violent penetration had left all of us a little shocked, I think, and unquestionably aroused. Pam had released her grip on my cock while Kristi and I had been engaged in our discussion of Max's situation a few moments earlier, but now I felt her hand brush up my thigh and slip inside the leg of my suit, where she again wrapped her fingers around me, this time through only the thin mesh inner liner. Seconds later, Kristi's hand found it's way into my lap from the opposite side and I cringed slightly as she also gripped me, finding Pam's hand already there! 

She jerked back, momentarily surprised, and both women suddenly froze in place. Kristi looked across me at Pam, and the two or three seconds they stared at each other seemed like an eternity to me. Suddenly Kristi laughed, a loud, surprised bark of laughter escaping her lips, and Pam joined her as Kristi slid her hand down to squeeze my balls, mumbling "Well well, what do you know!" and relinquishing my hard cock to Pam. 

I let out the breath I'd been holding and tried to tell myself to relax, but that was a non-starter. This whole thing - multiple naked people, carelessly stumbling across Meg and her black lover being watched by her husband Steve, seeing Max and Linda dominated and used by Miguel as he and Linda cuckolded her husband in front of the group, Britt and Pam touching me in this very public place, and then Kristi, laughing - all of it, every bit, was virgin territory for me! Well, virgin may have been a poor word choice in this instance, but you know what I mean. My head was spinning and my body felt invigorated, almost electrically charged, as two beautiful women (one of them the woman I love above anything else on earth) touched and fondled me. I took a couple of deep breaths and decided to try my best to just enjoy it and go with the flow.

I leaned back and put an arm around each woman, letting my forearms rest on their shoulders and my hands hang down where I could touch and stroke their breasts. Both women had very erect nipples, and both felt very nice, but there the similarities ended. Kristi's breasts, small and firm, rode high on her chest, the dark pink nipples jutting out proudly from their centers the size of the tip of my pinky finger. And familiar, they felt oh so wonderfully familiar.

Pam's breasts were much larger and softer, their own weight causing them to suspend somewhat lower on her chest, and their firm but supple mass filled my hand, yielding as I squeezed her, letting her wet tit slide through my hand until my thumb and index finger pinched gently onto her tiny pink nipple, hard as a pencil eraser in my fingers. Her breasts were heavy, and sensuously soft. 

Another difference: Kristi gasped as I pinched her nipple; Pam let out a low, soft moan.

Kristi and I had talked in the past about a three-way - both directions - but it had always been half-joking, half-fantasizing, a part of our foreplay as we worked ourselves up to one-on-one lovemaking, or in the slow, warm, amorous, intimate conversation in the period right after, just sort of teasing each other. I had never seriously considered it a possibility, and I had never thought that she did either; now I didn't know, and anything seemed possible. A tingle ran through me as I considered that, closing my eyes and relishing the sensation of their tits in my hands, their hands on my cock.

I glanced over at Miguel and Linda, with Max alongside. The younger man was slowly fucking her, in long, deep strokes, his back and ass pumping as he plunged into her, causing her body to buck and push against him in orgasm, meeting his deep thrusts and demanding more. Max leaned forward, kissing his wife's lips and caressing her neck and breasts with his lips and fingers, savoring her arousal, her pleasure. Despite all this his cock and balls continued to dangle pale and useless between his legs, thin and shrivelled. I decided Kristi must be correct. As usual.

Somewhat distracted, I was surprised when I felt two hands on my knees and soft lips and warm breath touch the side of my face. I turned and found myself nose to nose with Britt, who had moved across the tub to us. "Can another girl get involved in the fun, or is two your limit?"

Her breath smelled sweet and rich, of the rum and Coke she'd been drinking, and she kissed me. When we parted, I know I stuttered. I couldn't help it. "Two, um, I uh, I s-suppose, uh..." I stopped myself. "Shit! I can't even talk! Britt, I don't know if two is my limit - before tonight, one has always been my limit!"

They all three laughed at my clumsiness and loss of composure, and Kristi spoke up. "That's always been what I love most about you, the way you're so smooth and polished in any situation." They laughed again, and I snuck a glance at Doug and Kori, trying to figure out why, with the ratio of women to men in the tub currently at 2:1, three of the ladies had descended on me. I wasn't sure I was up to pleasing three women, and if there's anything that could be worse that having one unsatisfied and disappointed woman it would be having three. Or even two. I actually found the thought of the three of them very exciting, but more than a little intimidating.

Seeing them, it was easy to discern the reason that I'd received the extra attention. Doug and Kori were totally involved in each other, Kori standing with her back to us and leaning into him as he licked her breasts, looking down on his head and stroking his neck and cheeks as he suckled on her. Her cute little ass that I had admired for so many years was bare, and Doug cupped it in his hands as he focused on her tits. Somewhere along the line he had gotten her out of her bikini bottom, and I hoped they had tossed it out of the tub so it wouldn't get sucked into the filter. What a stupid-ass thing to think of at that particular moment! Screw the filter! I forced it aside, returning my attention to my own situation.

I kissed Britt again looking into her ice blue eyes, then lowered my head and nuzzled at her round, full breasts, softly kissing the upper curve of each. "I do have two perfectly good lips going to waste at the moment..."

She laughed softly and raised up, bringing her breasts to my lips. They were firm, almost taut, and her dark nipples were almost unnaturally hard and rubbery. I licked and sucked softly at them, enjoying the different feel. 

I felt her shaky intake of breath as she allowed me to do that for maybe thirty seconds or so, then raised up and looked into my eyes before glancing momentarily at the other two women. "Just so you know in advance, that's liable to be productive if you keep doing that."

I smiled at her. "Gosh, I'd hope so! I find that most women seem to like that as a part of foreplay, as long as I don't get too obsessive. And that it's usually pretty productive."

She laughed, a clear and honest sound. "Cute, but that's not what I meant Adam. I'm a nursing mom, I have an eight month old at home that I spent the last several days pumping and saving for, and I haven't pumped for several hours. I'm so full I'm about to burst, and what you're doing, mmmm..."

I was very surprised, and I heard Kristi chuckle. It kind of sent a little thrill through me. I'm one of those weird guys that finds pregnant women and nursing mothers to be very exciting and erotic, their fertility and fecundity drawing me like a pilgrim to Mecca. Izzy had let me sample her milk once, when we'd had one of our brief trysts while Cody was a baby, and I'd found it deeply erotic and satisfying, perhaps the closest I'd ever felt to her as adults - other than the night when Cody had actually been conceived.

Now though, with a woman that was barely more than a stranger, in a group, with Kristi and others looking on, I had no idea how to react. I mean, I knew how I wanted to react, but didn't know what to actually do. As I sat, aroused, nervous, confused, Pam said "Ooh, may I try?" , and Kristi giggled softly. 

Britt turned and looked at Pam. "Really? I thought you all might be a little grossed out, that's why I warned you."

Pam shook her head. "No, I'm not, not at all! I've always been a little curious about that, I haven't had any kids - yet - and I've always wondered what it's like, how it feels, and, uhh, you know, how it tastes."

She blushed prettily as she said that last part, and I laughed. "It tastes good Pam, warm, very sweet, a little watery, but it leaves this rich, kind of creamy flavor in your mouth. Like ice cream, but much warmer."

They all stared at me, and now it was my turn to blush! I suddenly realized that I had blurted out something very intimate in front of two virtual strangers and my lover and fiancee', something she previously had known nothing about, and that it came dangerously close to my one big secret; Izzy.

Kristi was looking at me oddly, speculatively. "When have you ever tried it? With who?"

I hesitated. "Um, I think that should be 'with whom'." She regarded me silently. "A while ago, OK? Before we met, with a woman I was with for awhile. She had a baby, and one thing led to another..." 

Kristi wasn't buying it, I could tell. "I thought I pretty much knew about all your former women, but I sure don't remember you ever talking about this one. Never mind, you can tell me later."

I had been planning to tell her all about Izzy for a long time now, but the moment just had never been quite right. Plus, I'm a coward and a procrastinator about such things. I knew now that I would have to tell her, soon, and preferably at a time of my own choosing, before she ever brought it up again. Oh what a tangled web we weave...

Fantastic! Sex and naked women all around me, and I'm thinking about Sir Walter Scott! I shook it off, and looked back at Kristi. "What about you - do you want to try it?"

She wrinkled her nose slightly, then laughed. "You know me, I'm not much of a milk drinker."

Britt and I both laughed, then I decided to push Kristi a little. "How about if I round up some cookies, maybe Oreos or Chips Ahoy? You like milk with those." 

She laughed and slapped my arm with a resounding smack, causing Kori and Doug to startle and look over at us. "Now you're just being stupid. And a little bit gross. Besides, you know I like to dunk my cookies."

We all laughed, me especially, relieved to see her sense of humor still in play. "Oh ho, now who's the one being stupid and gross?"

She just smiled. Then she surprised me, reaching out and running her fingers along the outer curve of one of Britt's full breats, tracing the firm, round lushness until her fingers moved to the bottom curve, slipping under her heavy breast until it rested in her fingers and palm, and I knew she was feeling the solid weight of it. She brushed her thumb across the erect, turgid nipple, and Britt sucked in a quick breath. Kristi looked up from the breast, still holding it, and looked directly into Britt's ice blue eyes, her own deep, liquid blue-green eyes locking in. "Is that why your skin feels so tight, because you're full of milk? I thought maybe they were just good fakes, but I couldn't find any scars. Does it hurt?"

Britt smiled, still holding Kristi's eyes. "It doesn't hurt, really, it just gets a little uncomfortable when they get so full. I pumped heavily for the last week so that I could leave a good supply with my parents while they took care of Emma for me. That - plus still nursing her at the same time - seems to have really increased my, uh, output." She giggled softly and looked away. "I feel like a dairy cow!"

Pam was listening, totally fascinated, and I saw her reach out and touch Britt's other breast, feeling the taut skin that Kristi had mentioned, letting her fingers find and then gently squeeze the dark rosy nipple. "You must be miserable here, with no baby to nurse. What do you do, just pump it and throw it away?"

Britt closed her eyes and shivered, Pam and Kristi's soft strokes on her breasts obviously igniting a little fire inside of her. "Mmmm, god that feels good! Yeah, mostly. Juan likes me to sit astride him while we fuck, and he squeezes and milks me so that I drip and squirt out a little on his stomach and chest while we cum, and he sucks on them, so that helps a little. Miguel and I use some in our coffee..."

She laughed self-consciously. "I don't know why I'm telling you all this, it's kind of perverted, isn't it? Anyhow, we wind up just dumping most of it over the side, but it keeps me producing so that I can nurse again when I get home. It has been nice that I can have a few drinks again - I haven't been able to do that for almost a year and a half!"

We had all listened to her, the girls continuing to play. I think we were all intrigued by her openness and honesty, her willingness to enlighten us with her experience. I was a little surprised that Kristi had been so rapt, never thinking that the topic would much interest her. As Britt went silent, Kristi brough her hand up from where it had been supporting the weight of the milk-filled breast and pinched the nipple betwen her thumb and forefinger, pulling and squeezing from the areola out to the rubbery tip.

A large drop of watery, ivory fluid formed on the dark nipple, and just as it began to trickle down Kristi leaned forward and took it on her tongue, leaning back to savor the taste, as though sampling a fine wine. Pam followed her lead, doing the same to the opposite breast, with the same result. My eyes darted from Britt's lactating nipples to Pam and Kristi's faces, wondering what their reactions would be. I was aware that I was achingly, throbbingly hard, my pulse pounding at the base of my cock. Despite being pretty much left out of the activities, I was finding this incredibly erotic and boner-inspiring!

Glancing over, I found that Doug and Kori were watching this exchange as well. I did a bit of a double-take when I realized that his hand had now crept under the curve of Kori's sweet little ass and between her legs, and that he had at least one finger buried inside of her and was slowly finger-fucking her, his knuckles glistening with her secretions. I felt a brief pang of jealousy, then reminded myself how insane that was. Despite the fact that she was my close friend and confidant, and that we had made love last night, she was Ron's wife; I had absolutely no claim on her affection or her body. I turned back to my own women. Oops, I meant woman.

Pam leaned in and took Britt's leaking nipple into her mouth, sucking at it, her own nipples extremely hard. This was clearly turning her on! Kristi looked up at Britt. "Wow, it really is sweet! It's good, but since it comes out at body temperature, other than the sweet taste I could hardly tell it from my own saliva!" She squeezed Britt's nipple again, producing a small, fine spray and a trickle down her breast, and leaned in to lick and taste it again. Britt looked down at the two girls, one at each breast, and softly stroked their hair with her fingers as they sucked her nipples.

I saw her body shudder with arousal. "God! Why is it that when I nurse my baby I just feel all warm and nurturing, but with you two doing that, or when Juan does it, it makes me so incredibly wet and horny? How can that be?"

Kristi raised up, laughing, and I saw a small trickle of watery yellowish milk at the corner of her mouth. "It's because then you're thinking about nurturing your baby, but now you're thinking about getting laid!" She turned to me. "How about it stud? Are you ready to give this poor, suffering, beautiful, lactating momma what she needs?"

I stuttered and stammered, shocked at this turn of events. I'm not sure exactly what I had expected to happen that evening, but certainly not this! Before I could respond, Kristi said "Stand up, Adam." 

We had to rearrange a little for me to do that, as Britt had been directly over me, but she moved aside and I stood, noticing that her arousal was apparently causing her to continue to slowly leak her milk. Thin, watery whitish trails ran down from her nipples, tiny amounts of life-giving milk leaking from her.

Kristi untied my suit, and I realized why she had ordered me to stand. She was planning to make sure that I was as naked as she was! I almost tried to stop her, but then thought better of it, realizing that with everyone else naked or nearly so modesty would appear silly and childish. She tugged my suit down past my hips, Pam reaching in to tug the front out over my straining erection so that Kristi could pull my suit the rest of the way down. She did, my rock-hard cock springing free and immediately managing to point directly at Ursa Major above.

Kristi, of course, knew exactly what she would find, and Pam had been running her hands all over me for the past half hour, so she knew too. Britt looked down at my erect penis and laughed delightedly! "Oh my my! Here I was feeling all self-conscious about my swollen udders, and it turns out there's a big bull for this milk cow, right here on board!" She touched me, letting her fingers trail slowly and lightly up the length of my shaft then squeezing the swollen purplish head between her thumb and fingers before withdrawing her hand.

Her comment struck me as so off-beat, self-deprecating yet humorous, that it put me at ease. I chuckled, relaxing in my nakedness, watching as Britt shucked off her bikini bottoms and Pam quickly followed her lead. Britt had a tiny, narrow landing strip at her crotch, the same white-blonde as the hair on her head, and I got a glimpse of the narrow front of her slit, the pale pink lips small and tight. Pam was shaved as smooth as Kristi, her dark pink, crinkly, rubbery looking inner pussy lips protruding, hanging down in a permanent, moist, sexy pout an inch below her smooth, puffy, rosy outer lips. Both made my mouth water. 

The only one currently in the tub with anything on was Doug, in his small Speedo. He might as well have been naked, for all the good it did hiding his arousal, his long, slender cock rigid and peeking out an inch above the low waistband, leaking clear fluid which trickled down to add to the growing cum stain on his suit.

Britt cupped my balls in her hand, slowly moving to the base of my penis as Pam leaned in and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I shuddered. Kristi leaned close, whispering into my ear. "I hope you're enjoying this! It's sure not what I planned, you were supposed to watch me get laid, not the other way around!"

I looked at her and shrugged, raising my eyebrows. It was certainly not something I'd planned either! I silently mouthed "Sorry!", and she smiled softly, looking down at Pam sucking my cock. I had never had two women paying attention to me at the same time before - not in a sexual context, like this - and I was entirely overwhelmed. I'm not sure if Kristi being there made it more erotic, or was somewhat intimidating to me. Either way, I'd like to think that I would have been less inhibited, and much more witty and charming, had she not been there. I'm sure it was just her, and not my usual tongue-tied clumsiness. 




Adam's Journey Pt. 49



Raising my head from Britt's breasts, the sweet taste of her milk on my tongue, I looked at Kristi. I had to know what she was doing, I had to. What she was doing was tugging at the front of Ty's ridiculous thong, still leaning out over the side of the tub while trying in vain to free his cock from the black pouch. Frustrated, she stood and stepped over the side and onto the deck of the boat.

I saw Ty's eyes widen in appreciation and a delighted grin flash onto Cody's face as they took in the fact that she was not only completely naked, but completely smooth and free of any pubic hair to hide her charms! Ty reached out and cupped his hand over her smooth mound, his fingers touching her netherlips as he felt her tender flesh. 

Cody bent forward and kissed her, nuzzling her neck briefly before she squatted in front of Ty, still determined to have him out of his suit. In this position she was soon successful, able to get her fingers under the tight, narrow waistband and tug it down, dropping it to his feet where he stepped out of it. His cock, released from it's prison, sprang upward, aroused and ready.

He was not huge, perhaps between six and seven inches or so, but his penis jutted from his groin straight out for an inch or two before curving sharply upwards and arching back toward his belly, forming almost an 'L', or even shallow 'C' shape, thick and wide at the base and tapering up to the glistening pink head. I recalled that Kristi and I had seen a very similarly shaped cock once in a porno we got on pay-per-view, and that she had referred to it "a perfect G-spot cock."

I had made some inane comment about the mythical G-spot, last seen disappearing over the horizon on the back of the last unicorn, but she had assured me that it was indeed very real. We had spent the rest of a delightful snowy afternoon on a comforter in front of the fireplace while she helped me discover it's exact location, first with my fingers (to an explosive string of orgasms) and then with my cock, figuring out which angles and positions allowed me to hit just where she wanted me to, her orgasms still coming fast and furious when I spent myself inside of her.

For her, at least, it had proven to be very real and intensely enjoyable, and for me very educational. And enjoyable. She had explained that for her, G-spot orgasms were different, more like a string of firecrackers going off bang-bang-bang, one after another, fast, sudden, and intense, versus her vaginal or clitoral orgasms which would slowly reach a cataclysmic, mind-erasing, earth moving crescendo before sliding down into a deep, satisfying valley, pausing there, hollow in her belly, waiting only to be brought up the hill again and again. She claimed to love both equally.

At least that's how she described it; I don't think a man can ever truly understand the intensity and complexity of the female orgasm - but I sure can enjoy them vicariously! 

But I digress: Now, with Ty's perfect G-spot cock in her hand, she looked at me with something between a smile and a smirk on her face, knowing full well that I would be recalling her comment, remembering her enthusiasm for a cock just like this one! Turning back to him, she took his rigid cock into her mouth, one hand wrapped around the thick root, the other cupping and massaging his taut ball sack. Ty put his hands on his hips and thrust his hips forward, his cock arcing out to her sweet, beautiful face, her eyes closed as she sucked on him.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and wondered idly if it might explode, and if it did whether I would be described as having died of a broken heart. In reality, it was just intense arousal, a soup of hormones flooding my system and making my heart pound, my chest ache, and my cock vibrate rigidly. I was sweating, I knew I was.

Pam leaned close to my ear. "Kristi seems to be enjoying herself. I think Ty has a serious crush on her, you better be careful!" 

I knew she was teasing, and croaked out a soft "Yes" of agreement, thinking that a crush is offering to carry her books home from school, or sending her love notes; his hard cock in her mouth, well, I would call that something more than a crush! Cody, seeing where this was going for his friend, quickly shucked off his shorts, revealing that he had no underwear on beneath. His cock hung down a couple of inches below his shirttail, semi-flaccid and thick, a half inch of the tip peering out from under his partly retracted foreskin. I groaned; the perfect G-spot cock and a thick, uncut penis on the other, two of Kristi's favorite things at the same time, both on guys several years my junior. This was going to be rough!

Britt leaned in on my other side, licking my neck before gently biting my earlobe. I felt her hand squeeze my rigid cock and stroke the head and upper couple of inches, while Pam played at the base and with my balls. Britt spoke softly. "You're very hard! You must really enjoy watching her make love with other men. Do you do this often?"

My voice came out in a hoarse whisper. "No. No, this is the first time." I saw her pale eyebrows rise in surprise and her frosty silver-blue eyes widen as she absorbed that; it was true, really. When I had walked in on her fucking some guy in my house I had watched them, unable to stop, but that wasn't making love; not to me it wasn't. To me it had been just fucking, him fucking her, ugly and animalistic, her getting fucked, grunting, moaning, wet and nasty, him thrusting into her and using her body for his own savage needs, his own satisfaction, while she did the same to him. I had seen no love there, no beauty, just two animals fucking each other, filling a primal need. But then again maybe that was just my own anger and shock, my rage and horror masking the beauty of the act and making it simply fucking; I didn't think so.

Now, with quiet, laid-back Cody, and the more mercurial but honest Ty, I knew she was with two good guys she liked and was interested in, and I knew they liked her as well, and could see her beauty, see her as a gorgeous, sexy, fun, but very vulnerable person. I hoped that was true, hoping they could see this for what it was and have fun, and find joy and satisfaction together, and I knew that I very much wanted to see it all happen, to see how my baby, my lover, my woman, my world, would look and sound and react while making love to another man.

I needed to see that, and Britt, watching my face, seemed to sense it. She smiled slowly and leaned in, kissing me softly and sensuously on the lips. "You need to see this, don't you? Have you been waiting a long time?"

I kissed her back, touching her tongue with my own. "I'm sorry, but yes, I need to watch them. I think maybe I've been waiting my whole life."

She laughed gently. "That's a strange but honest answer Adam. Do you want me to go away?"

I had my arm around her shoulders, the other around Pam, and I pulled them close. "No, please don't leave. Please stay with me, I don't want to do this alone."

She leaned across me and spoke quietly to Pam, who looked at me oddly before snuggling against me and hugging me. I was very aware of their silky bodies and soft breasts against me, and now Pam also kissed me. It was almost as if they were taking pity on me. "Britt and me will stay with you, if that's what you want. I'd like to watch them too, it looks like it will be very hot, they're all three so beautiful."

I hadn't thought about that, but she was right. Kristi, lean and athletic, beautiful of face and body, her long hair falling in soft, sexy waves around her face and shoulders; she looked younger than her years. She looked no older that the two guys, in fact, and they were each trim and athletic, Ty shorter and more muscular, Cody leaner, taller, but both with well-defined muscles. Purely objectively, they were quite beautiful together.

I smiled gratefully at the two women. "Please, stay with me, watch with me."

Britt gave several fast strokes on my cock, eliciting a gasp from me. "Can we keep playing with you while we watch?" 

I was distracted by the fact that Kristi was now sucking both men's cocks, going back and forth from one to the other, one on each side of her, giving each about twenty or thirty seconds of oral loving before switching. I finally answered Britt. "Yes, you can keep playing, as long as I can too. You might make me cum. You'll probably make me cum."

She laughed. "Well duh! That's part of the game, isn't it? You go ahead and cum if you need to, I'm not going to cry over spilled semen. I'm sure there's more if we need it - and I think we will! Besides, I've been spilling milk all evening, so who am I to talk?"

As both women continued to play with me, babysitting me, Kristi rose to her feet and took an erect penis in each hand, walking around the side of the tub, leading the men by their cocks and stepping up onto the redwood platform along the far side. She crossed the platform and stepped down into the tub, directly across from me and my two ladies, and then sat down on the edge, her feet on the underwater seat. She parted her long legs, staring into my eyes as she showed us her aroused and glistening sex, and I could see that her inner lips were swollen with lust, her hard clit jutting. There was a challenge in her eyes, but there was also love. Her mouth quirked up slightly at the corners and her eyes crinkled the tiniest bit, and I knew she was glad to have me there.

She glanced up at Ty and down at her own naked body, and he took the hint and stepped immediately down into the tub, kneeling on the floor and leaning over the seat to bury his face in her steaming sex, his arms wrapping around her thighs. Cody stood next to her, his now fully erect cock jutting out from below his shirt and toward her face. It was long, maybe eight inches, and fairly thick, straight and perfectly proportioned, and as he pulled his shirt off over his head Kristi leaned over and licked and sucked at his swollen testicles before taking him deeply into her mouth.

Her eyes drifted closed in arousal and satisfaction, and her hips came up to meet Ty's probing tongue, and I heard her low moan over the sound of the tub's motor. Kristi brought one long leg up and turned it inward so that her heel was between Ty's shoulder blades, pressing him to her. She had one hand behind her, leaning back slightly, and was squeezing and massaging Cody's balls with the other, manipulating his sizable testes within his sack as she slid her lips over his hard shaft. She had always told me that she enjoyed giving head, and from the expression on her face and the pink flush creeping up her chest and neck I could see that she had been telling me the truth. She looked incredibly beautiful, sensual and erotic, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from them.

I heard a low moan, almost an animal sound, and didn't realize until Pam looked at me and asked if I was OK that it had been me! "Yeah, I'm all right, it's just...damn, she just looks so amazing!"

Britt laughed. "Yeah, they really do. This is making me very horny! She's lucky to have a guy like you that wants to watch her doing this kind of stuff. My husband would rather play golf, but if he ever found out what I do while he plays he'd be so pissed!" She must have seen something in my face then, because she paused, frowning. "This was your idea, right? I mean, you do approve of her doing this?"

I tried to muster a smile. "No Britt, not exactly my idea, and as far as approving, well, I'm trying. I do love that she is so obviously enjoying it, I guess." She was definitely enjoying it, and I watched as her hand dropped from Cody's balls to Ty's head, gripping his hair and pulling his face to her as she reached her first orgasm, her toes curling under and her body bucking against his face as his tongue and lips got her off. Just as I have done so many times. I knew exactly what Ty was feeling on his lips, and how she tasted on his tongue, how her hand felt gripping his hair, and exactly how her lips felt on Cody's cock, and I envied them.

Pam swore softly. "Fuck, that was hot! I need one of those, and soon!" Her hand stole underwater, and I knew she had it between her legs, touching herself. I smiled at her and slid my left hand down her arm and over her hand, which was indeed at her pussy. As she went to pull her hand away I stopped her and held it there, over her own sex, using my fingers to move hers, making her touch herself while I felt her do it, letting my fingers gently explore and follow her touch, finding her hard clit as she squeezed it between two fingers, parting the fleshy folds of her inner lips and finding her opening.

I continued to watch Kristi suck Cody's cock and enjoy the attention of Ty at her pussy as I slid my middle finger into Pam an inch, then two. She was hot inside, and there was a different wetness than that of the spa, a more slippery, clutching, viscous wetness that her aroused body was producing. She gasped and pushed against my hand, wanting more, and I felt her hand, under mine, furiously masturbating her clit. Kristi's ass rose off the deck, pushing into Ty's face as she again peaked, and Pam came at the same time, watching them. Her vagina squeezed tightly on my finger, sucking at it, demanding more, and her hand clenched against her erect clit, pressing hard and pushing her through her own peak, Kristi's arousal working on all of us. 

Pam gasped out "Oh my god! That was really good, I needed that. Even if I did have to do it myself!" 

I glanced at her. "I helped. A little, anyhow." 

She smiled at me. "You did help, thank you. I hope that was just an appetizer."

Britt giggled softly. "Am I next? I'm starting to feel left out."

I smiled at her and kissed her, deciding I was being selfish. At that moment Ty stood up in the tub, capturing our attention. He looked over at us, at me, the lower part of his face wet with Kristi's arousal, his lips red and shining, and he saw me glance down at his extremely erect cock, his perfect G-spot cock that we all knew would soon be inside of her, and he smiled. There was pleasure and satisfaction in his smile, maybe anticipation, but there didn't seem to be any malice, any triumphant gloating. 

He kneeled on the seat, between Kristi's legs, and looked down at her, and she up at him, Cody's erect cock inches from her face but momentarily forgotten. I'm not much of a believer in all that body language crap, but at that moment even a skeptic like me could not deny what I saw. She opened to him. I don't know how else to say it, her whole body just opened, her legs opening wider and drawing up, her sex open, aroused, and displayed to him, begging for attention, her chest and tits seeming to swell and thrust forward, arms back, announcing the invitation, her face, her eyes, telling him of her need to be taken, to be penetrated, to be dominated and consumed, asking - no, demanding - that he enter her and make their two bodies one, and then he did.

His back to me, I couldn't see the exact moment of their coupling, the moment he entered her, but I knew. His back muscles tightened, his ass clenched and thrust forward, and Kristi cried out, an ecstatic "Oh, fuck!" and I knew he was in her, balls deep and spreading her open around the thick base of his shaft, his sharply curved cock up and around the back of her pubic bone, probing her depths, seeking her G-spot.

Shocked, aroused, a little stunned and completely focused on them, I hadn't seen Kori move and was surprised when a pair of arms went around my neck from behind and I felt her cheek against mine and heard her familiar voice. "Breathe, Adam, you have to breathe."

I gasped, unaware that I had been holding my breath, and my vision swam for a moment as I sucked in a few quick breaths. Kori held onto me. "Are you OK? Are you gong to be able to do this?"

I leaned my face into hers for a moment, then glanced quickly at Britt and Pam, embarrassed by my weakness. Britt was looking at me, concerned, but Pam was staring across at Ty, his ass slowly flexing, tensing and relaxing as he stayed buried deep inside of Kristi, taking very short strokes as he just slowly moved his cock inside of her. 

I kissed Kori's cheek. "I'm OK Kori, thanks. That was just so intense, you know?" 

She smiled. "It was. It is. Our girl is so beautiful anyhow, and when she's getting laid she's even more so, don't you think?"

I did, but I didn't answer her. I liked that she had called Kristi 'our girl'. Our girl was now forward against Ty, her arms around him and her fingernails digging into his ass as she pulled him against her. Her legs were up and spread wide, the side of her face against the outside of his left arm, and I guessed by the way his shoulders and back flexed that his hands were under her ass as well, pulling her to him. I couldn't see the rest of her with him in between, but her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip like she does when she's focused on me deep inside of her.

As I stared at her face her eyes opened, looking directly into mine. I could see the smoky, aroused look she gets, the depth of her arousal plain in her eyes, and as we stared at each other her eyes widened and she groaned "I'm cumming. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, yes right there, like that, like that, don't stop... oh fuck yesss, ohhh baby I'm cumminnnng! Ohhh god!" And she came, hard, on his cock inside of her while she stared into my eyes and told me about it, told me her pleasure, told me how good he was making her feel, let me watch her cum and see how much she loved it, letting me know she was calling me baby while letting him think it was for him. She looked so beautiful as she came!

My heart was pounding, and all of us were affected by her orgasm, aroused by a private moment shared so openly, so publicly. Ellen and Jack chose that moment to cross from the bar to the spa, shedding their clothes and climbing in on the side to my left, where they could observe Ty and Kristi fucking more intimately than I could. Jack was erect, aroused, his average five inch cock pointing straight up. Ellen seemed aroused too, her nipples at attention and her eyes sparkling as she smiled at us, nodding to Pam and Britt.

Ty continued to fuck Kristi, and I watched his butt clench as he pushed into her, then relax as he let himself move slightly out, all of his strokes short, staying deeply buried but moving just an inch or so at a time deep within her. But for the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his ass and upper thighs, you wouldn't have known he was fucking her. Except she kept cumming, his G-spot stroking having lit her string of firecrackers, which kept going off, one after another until she was gasping and begging for more, her words running together as she came. She was clearly in ecstasy, loving every second of this.

Kori uttered a sharp "Oh, god!" right next to my ear, and for a moment I thought she had gotten off on Kristi's orgasms, then I felt her pushed against me, then again, her breath coming in gasps and her arms tightening around my neck. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Doug had entered her from behind as she bent over, holding onto me, and that he held her hips as he drove himself into her.

She continued to hang onto me, clutching my neck and shoulders as he fucked her, her face against mine as she kept up a running litany of her exclamations of enjoyment into my ear. It was almost like I was the one getting fucked from behind! I watched as Kristi leaned her head back and Cody stepped forward, straddling her shoulder and allowing her access to his heavy balls, one of which she quickly suctioned into her mouth, his cock laying against the side of her face. It was apparent that Ty and Cody had done this two-on-one act before; there was no apparent discomfort or hesitation as they shared her, and the proximity of Cody's cock to Ty's face didn't seem to faze either of them. In fact, when she allowed Cody's testicle to slide from her lips Ty leaned in and kissed her deeply, breaking it off only to allow her to turn and accept Cody's hard cock back into her welcoming mouth.




Adam's Journey Pt. 50



As the contractions in my groin slowly subsided I looked down at Britt and Pam as they continued to lick and suck at me, the sensations now almost painfully intense. Both had cum on their faces and elsewhere - Pam more so than Britt, who seemed to have caught most of it on her lips, chin, and breasts.

Pam was a mess, with cum all over her face, neck, and chest, and a pretty good bit making a sodden, tangled mass in her hair. I weakly muttered an apology, but she just smiled and raised up to kiss me, allowing (forcing?) me to feel and taste my cum on her lips and tongue. I traced my fingers through the cum on her chest and then used it to fingerpaint her hard nipples, feeling them stiffen further in the slippery wetness.

She broke off the kiss and looked up at her husband, still fucking Kori from behind, and smiled at him through all my cum on her face. Kori had her hands braced against the side of the tub now, her arms straight out, elbows locked, and head hanging down between them as she bent more than ninety degrees at the waist to take him. He had his arms straight out over her as well, hands gripping her shoulders as he pounded into her, perhaps near his own climax. Kori was gone, lost in one long, continuous bout of fucking, possibly unable to have any more orgasms but still deep in ecstasy at the feeling of his big cock thrusting into her, unconscious to anything else happening around her. 

I saw Pam's eyes take all this in before she turned and bent forward, pushing her ass back to me and rubbing her wet, protruding pussy lips against my still hard cock. She was standing on the seat of the tub, between my widespread legs, and with her own legs close together it was not easy to push into her. Britt saw this and reached down, grasping my cock and guiding it in, rubbing it in Pam's wetness to add to the cum already smeared over me before holding me up and allowing Pam to lower herself onto my erection. I felt her engulf me, hot, tight, and slick inside, and she slowly pushed herself all the way down, taking me fully until her soft round ass pressed to my stomach. I groaned and thrust involuntarily, and she gasped out "Oh my god, fuck, that feels so gooood!

Her husband, a sexual superman until now, was watching us and could take no more. I heard him gasp and groan, grunting deeply as he began to pump his seed into Kori. She cried out, surprised but willing as she felt him thrust harder and cum, flooding her pussy. Having had the pleasure of being inside of Kori myself, and with his view looking down at her delectable little ass, I had no idea how Doug had ever lasted so long! That he had finally lost control only when he saw his wife take me deep into her own wet, horny pussy made me feel a little less embarrassed about my own intense reaction upon watching Kristi being fucked.

I had been a little concerned about losing my erection following the incredible orgasm I'd had, but now, with Kori and Doug providing stimulation alongside and Pam's hot pussy grasping at me, that concern vanished. It was apparent that losing my wood at this moment was not a concern, and I silently thanked the inventor of Cialis - although at this point I really don't think it made any difference! I relaxed and put my hands around Pam's narrow waist, holding her as she bounced on my cock.

Britt moved up alongside of me, presenting her swollen tits to my lips, and I eagerly sucked at her, tasting the blend of her milk and my own semen. I don't know if she or Pam had been playing with her nipples, or if it was just the overall arousal factor, but she'd continued to slowly leak her milk and had a thin trail of creamy fluid on each breast. I licked and sucked at her, drawing more from her ample supply, and she groaned, pushing her breast hard against my face. My mouth filled and I swallowed, eagerly suckling for more!

I moved one hand from Pam's hip and blindly found Britt's thigh, running my fingers upward until I reached the junction. The back of my fingers brushed across her small patch, and I remembered her narrow blonde landing strip and smooth lips. I ran the backs of my fingers up and down her soft curls several times, enjoying the sensual feel of her pubic hair atop her cushioned mound, and appreciating that she liked it too as she pushed herself against my hand. Finally, I slid my middle finger down and between her smooth, taut, narrow lips, finding and flicking the hard bud of her clit before burrowing into her tight silken tunnel.

She was slippery and aroused, and she gasped as I pushed my finger into her heat, clamping her snug pussy onto me and squeezing, gripping my finger tightly as her nipple leaked warm milk into my suctioning mouth. If I had not just cum moments before, that would have certainly finished me! As it was, I was able to relax and enjoy all of the amazing sensations, knowing I would not further humiliate myself by either going limp or firing prematurely. 

We continued this for what may have been as little as thirty seconds or as much as five minutes - I have no idea - before I felt Pam shudder and cum, growling deep in her throat as she clamped my cock inside of her and grasped my balls in her hand, squeezing them. I do know that I had swallowed a few ounces of mother's milk by then, and I felt Britt tense and cum, letting out a small cry as Pam's orgasm helped to trigger her own, her incredibly tight pussy grasping and sucking at my probing finger. I found it almost impossible to believe that she had passed a baby through this same opening less than a year before!

Having relieved some of the pressure on her breasts while also achieving a temporarily satisfying orgasm, Britt gently disengaged from me, grasping my wrist and slowly sliding my finger out of her before stepping behind Pam and looking down at where our bodies merged, watching my cock thrust up into the other woman. Her silvery-blue eyes sparkled, and her swollen lips were slightly parted in arousal, and she looked incredibly sexy with her white-blonde hair all mussed up! Her pale, silver-blue eyes flicked up to my face, and I smiled and winked at her, bringing the finger that had been so recently inside of her to my lips and sucking her juices from it, savoring the taste of her sex, her arousal, as she watched. She smiled broadly, enjoying my teasing. 

I heard Pam laugh then too, watching Britt's face, before reaching behind her and slapping me softly on the stomach. Looking back over her shoulder, she said "Hey, you're supposed to be paying attention to me!"

I replied by pinching her ass and then grabbing her hips and thrusting up hard into her, several times! She squealed as I pinched her, then gasped and cried out as I filled and stretched her, cumming suddenly with a cry and a shudder. I watched the muscles in her shoulders, back and ass tighten and flex as she came, marveling for the thousandth time in my life at how beautiful that sight is, a woman in the intense throes of her orgasm!

As Pam settled back on me, I snuck a glance past her to Kristi, who was across the hot tub and just to the left of Pam and Britt. She was kneeling on the redwood platform now, a folded towel under her knees, sucking the cocks of both of her admirers. She was in a rear three-quarter view to me, so I couldn't see all of her face, but I could clearly see Cody and Ty standing close, Ty with his hands on his hips, Cody with one hand behind him and the other on Kristi's head, their hard cocks jutting at her face as she took turns, alternating between sucking and stroking them. Ty's cock was cleaned of all the cum that had been slathered on it earlier, and I wondered if Kristi's lips and tongue, the ones I love to kiss and taste, had performed that service, while knowing they had.

As she twisted and leaned into them she flashed us a good look at her pussy, and she looked.... well, for lack of a better word let's say used, pink and swollen, open, creamy white cum oozing from her and a long trickle of translucent semen visible as it leaked from her body and trailed down the inside of her thigh. I felt a powerful electric jolt hit me in the lower belly like a punch as I saw the evidence Ty's massive load slowly escaping from her. I had known that he came inside of her, of course, but knowing and seeing turned out to be two completely different things. I hurt deep inside, and my mouth suddenly watered as if I was one of Pavlov's dogs. 

Feeling a little guilty about watching Kristi and her partners while I had two lovely women focusing their attention on me, I looked back to Britt and Pam. I needn't have worried about Pam, she was riding my cock like a pro, her head back, hair bouncing up and down and ass jiggling enticingly every time she slammed down onto me. The last thing on her mind was looking over her shoulder to see where my eyes were; she had the only part of my body she was concerned with deep inside her velvet cunt!

Britt, on the other hand, was watching my face, and I felt myself blush. She gave me a crooked half-smile and a wink, making a scolding motion with her fingers before stepping in front of Pam. She bent down and looked at where we were joined, then helped lift Pam's legs and separate them so that now Pam was straddling me instead of being between my legs with her own tight together. If it was even possible, I think I felt myself slip a little more deeply into her, and she cried out and came, leaning back into my chest and thrusting herself down onto me.

Britt pushed my legs open and kneeled between them, disappearing behind Pam's body. Or I should say in front of Pam's body - anyway, all I could see of her was her hands on Pam's hips - but then I felt her lips and tongue on my balls! It was amazing, incredible, and when she sucked my left testicle into her mouth the pleasure of her warm tongue and suctioning cheeks was so intense it was almost painful. If you've never had the pleasure of having your cock deep inside one woman while another sucks your balls, please do so as soon as possible. I give you my ironclad guarantee you will enjoy it!

She did that for awhile, alternating between my balls and licking the base of my shaft. It would have made me cum very quickly under ordinary circumstances, but because I just had, I didn't. In one way I wanted to, to feel that feeling again and fill Pam with cum, and to see how Britt would react to that, but in another I didn't, because I was enjoying this too much and had no desire for it to end.

Just when it began to seem that the inevitable was indeed inevitable, Britt stopped the additional stimulation, apparently sensing the same thing I was. I was momentarily disappointed, but then Pam arched her back, thrust down on me and came, hard, and I realized that Britt had moved her busy tongue to Pam's swollen clit! That realization was confirmed seconds later when Pam cried out "Oh fuck yes, lick my pussy! Oh yes, more, like that, don't stop!"

Apparently Britt didn't, because Pam didn't either, cumming twice more in rapid succession, then again less than a minute later. Apparently Britt's tongue on her aroused clit did things to her that my cock had been unable to do!

Her cries of pleasure had made us the center of attention, Meg and Steve ideally positioned to get an close-up view and Ty and Cody both watching as Kristi sucked their hard cocks. Cody, mostly, with Ty still primarily looking at Kristi, who snuck a few looks herself. At one point her eyes locked with mine and we just stared at each other for a moment. Her face was unreadable, largely because I didn't know how to read her expression with a stiff cock in her mouth, but I think her eyes were registering disbelief at what we were doing - mixed with a huge dose of pure, raw arousal!

I looked over my shoulder to find Kori a couple of feet away, watching us too, a look of tired satisfaction on her face. Clearly her lovemaking with Doug had left her worn out but totally satiated. He stood alongside of her, his arm around her shoulder protectively, his thick half-flaccid cock visibly wet and cum smeared as it drooped in front of him. 

Kori caught my glance at Doug's crotch and lifted his cock in her hand, still looking at me. "Did you want some of this Adam? I'm sure Doug wouldn't mind, and you know you like the way I taste."

I grimaced at her teasing. "Mmm, gosh, it's tempting, but no thanks. I'm a little busy right now."

She laughed and called me a coward, then stepped in front of him and bent to try him herself, apparently more serious about finding his cum-drenched cock tempting. When she bent to take him in her mouth she showed me her pussy, oozing his thick cum, sloppy, swollen, and quite messy. Strangely, that actually was tempting, and I reached out and ran one finger up her slit and into her. She was a pool of slippery, molten juices inside, and she pushed back onto my finger with a low moan. 

I slid a second finger into Kori, meeting little resistance in her well-lubed pussy. She pushed back hard, crushing her labia against my knuckles before contracting her muscles and squeezing my fingers, and I felt a trickle of their mixed secretions squeeze from her and run down my hand. I had thought Kori totally exhausted, but it seemed that Doug's cum-smeared cock in her mouth and my fingers in her vagina were fanning her smouldering embers back into flames!

I looked at Pam, who was all the way down on my cock, holding me balls-deep inside of her, legs spread far apart as Britt paid lip service to both of us. Britt tonguing of Pam's clit paid dividends for me, because she kept twitching and contracting her pussy on me as Britt tortured her. With my fingers in Kori's hot, dripping snatch, Pam enveloping my cock, and Britt alternately licking us where we joined, I was in heaven.

I looked over at Kristi, selfishly hoping she was taking this in. Involved with her own partners, it appeared she was not, and I saw Cody reach out and take her hands, helping her to lie back on the towel she had been kneeling on. His cock, wet with her saliva and again fully erect, jutted out obscenely in front of him as he helped her, and I saw her look hungrily at his sex as she laid back. Ty stepped out of their way, standing to one side and slowly masturbating his still-erect cock as Cody kneeled between Kristi's widespread legs. Her feet were toward us, and I watched in morbid fascination as she drew her legs up, knees bent and far apart, displaying her wet, swollen sex to him, trickles of Ty's semen still visible in her cleft and on her thighs, and now trickling down over her puckered little anus. 

He reached down and ran his thumb over her slippery sex, and she gasped and bucked when he crushed her clit into her hot folds. Wasting no more time, he lowered himself over her, and I saw her left hand snake between them, her engagement ring sparkling as she found his thick cock, which she guided to her swollen pussy. I ached all over, every muscle tense as I watched him slowly thrust his cock inside of her, in and in and in, her pussy greased with Ty's cum and ready, her hips rising to meet him, until his cock was gone and his big balls rested in the gush of white cum that his invading member hd forced out of her depths. He began to slowly fuck her then, taking long, deep strokes, his thick, cum-drenched shaft sliding easily in and out of her as his friend's semen dripped from his balls. Words like stabbed, impaled, penetrated, and violated kept tumbling around in my head, but clearly it was a violation that Kristi was enjoying, and she cried out as her hips bucked upwards to meet his thrusts!

She had already fucked Ty, of course, but while I had watched some of that I hadn't seen him enter her, hadn't seen him thrusting his hard penis into her, hadn't seen her pussy stretch and open and then squeeze onto his cock, her wet, tender pink flesh clinging and sucking at him. I'd known he was in my Kristi, of course, but the gory details I hadn't had to watch. Actually, I didn't really have to watch now, but I couldn't seem to look away, and despite my emotional pain it felt like sparks were shooting across every inch of my exposed skin, so intense was my arousal!

Pam suddenly rose up, sliding upwards on my cock several inches before slamming back down onto me as Britt got her off yet again, and I gasped and cried out, bucking into her. I heard a low giggle near my ear, and glanced left to find Kori there, with her hands on my shoulders. She squeezed my shoulders. "Did that feel good? You sure sounded like it did, stud!" She kissed my ear. "Are you still doing OK?"

I hadn't felt her disentangle herself from the fingers I'd had inside of her, hadn't noticed her come up behind and put her hands on my shoulders, hadn't realized that she was watching me and had made it a point to be there if I needed her. I looked stupidly at my hand, at the fingers I'd had inside of her pussy, wondering how she'd done that. They were covered in a thick layer of cum, Kori's juices and Doug's sperm a slippery, whitish/clearish lather on my fingers and pooling where it had run down into my palm.

Kori followed my numb gaze and giggled again. "I had a lot of cum in me, huh? I was so surprised when you touched me and put your fingers in me, but it sure felt good!" She grabbed my arm and pulled my cummy fingers up near my face. I could smell her sweet sex scent, and the male musk of Doug's cum. "Taste us Adam, you've seen and heard other people fucking, now taste it." She pulled my hand near my lips, but I turned my face away. She laughed out loud, and then proceeded to pop my fingers into her own mouth, sucking off the cum and licking between them before licking the cum from my palm! Before I could react she covered my lips with her own, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and I tasted them, tasted their lovemaking.

At first I recoiled, remembering that only moments before she'd had Doug's cum-covered cock in her mouth, but then suddenly it felt like something opened, some bridge was crossed, and as Pam rode my cock I thrust my tongue into Kori's mouth, wanting to taste their passion, their arousal, needing to absorb every sensation, every bit of this moment that I could. I put my hand behind her head and held her to my lips, sucking at her lips and tongue, fucking my own tongue into her mouth, thoroughly exploring and tasting all of the recesses inside of her mouth. She tasted of sex, of heat, of arousal and cum and I ravaged her lips until she pulled away, a stunned look on her face. "God Adam, what the hell was that?"

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, you scared me. That was so sudden, so intense. Are you alright?"

"I... I think I am. I don't know what happened, I just needed you. I needed to feel and taste you." I paused for a moment. "Thanks, K, I think you can stop mothering me now."

She tousled my hair. "Hey, that's what friends are for! If you're sure you're OK..."

"I'm alright, K."

She smiled and reached back, grasping Doug's long, semi-flaccid cock in one hand. "Good, because I need to take this poor bedraggled stud over to the bar and see if I can find some magic elixir that'll put the lead back in this pencil!" She turned and began to lead him away by his cock. "Come on Mr. Limpet, let's see if we can stiffen you back up again, I'm ready for round two!" He grinned happily and let himself be led.

I smiled and shook my head, making a mental note to ask her tomorrow about just when she had become such a slut. I glanced over at Ronnie, wondering how he was taking his wife's obvious adoration of Doug's cock, and feeling a little guilty myself, hoping he hadn't seen me sexually assaulting Kori's mouth. I quickly realized that he was blissfully unaware of it all, Sandra again astride his face. His cock was limp and shrivelled, apparently having spent itself inside of her, and now she was having him her way, making him lick her clean, pumping her hips as she pushed her pussy against his lips and tongue, squeezing her own breasts and pinching her hard, dark nipples as he drove her to orgasm orally!




Adam's Journey Pt. 50



She stiffened and clamped her thighs against his head, her shiny black hair hanging all around her face as she pinned his head to the cushion, and I was sure she was suffocating him as her orgasm rocked through her body. I figured at least he'd die a very happy man! Apparently her orgasm worked for him too, and he must have had enough oxygen, because as I watched the south began to rise again, and soon his penis had reached it's full four inch glory! 

I could only smile and shake my head, wondering how Ron and Kori could do all this so close together without any apparent regard or concern for what the other was doing. I knew they loved and trusted each other, and would do almost anything for the other's happiness without thinking of their own. Clearly they had found a way to separate love from sex, and had figured out how to share and enjoy both. I was impressed, and wondered if Kristi and I would ever reach that stage, startled by the evolution of my thoughts.

Pam tightened on me and came again, and when her orgasm subsided she raised off of me, letting my cock slip from her velvet grasp. It slapped wetly against my belly when it came free, and she turned to face me, her neck, face, and chest flushed and showing a sheen of sweat at her efforts, her hard nipples looking almost bruised. I glanced at her crotch and saw that her thick, rose colored pussy lips were even more distended that earlier, their crinkled petal-like surfaces wet and swollen. She gave me a satisfied smile. "Britt's turn now Mule, I don't want to be accused of being selfish. Although I sure did want you to cum in me!"

Mule! Great, I'd forgotten about that little tidbit of information being blabbed in front of everyone! Britt stood up from where she'd been providing oral pleasure to both Pam and I, smiling, her lips swollen and red, her chin covered with Pam's fluids. "Good, my turn now! I sure hope you've still got something left, because I'm so horny I could die! I need some big ol' mule cock!"

I felt myself blush at their comments, suddenly self-conscious about my slick, wet cock sticking up in the air. Right up until Britt reached out and grabbed it, pulling at me. "Come on Adam, this horny slut wants to be fucked like a lady. In case you're wondering, that means you on top!"

I stood and she tugged me by my cock (why do women find that to be such a convenient handle?) and I realized she was leading me over to the redwood platform where Kristi, beautiful sexy Kristi, was being fucked by Cody, Ty kneeling over her face as he watched and masturbated. I hesitated, looking around in a panic for Kori before remembering that I'd told her I'd be fine without her. When I paused, Britt's hand slid off my cock, and she laughed. "You're very slippery, it's like trying to hold a fish!"

I smiled back at her. "Gosh, I wonder how that happened."

She giggled again. "I know exactly how it happened, I had a closeup view. It's OK though, 'cause I'm very slippery too, and we'll need to be if you're going to get that big thing inside of me!" 

She moved across the tub and stepped up onto the seat, still pulling me along. I dutifully stepped up with her, then she sat back onto the edge of the platform and bent to take my cock into her mouth for a moment before looking up at me. "So thick! Your cock tastes just like pussy, you know."

"Go figure! There's a reason for that, too."

She laughed and tugged at my cock. "Fuck me now Adam, please!"

She lay back right alongside Kristi, raising and parting her legs, perfectly mimicking what Kristi had done just a short time before. I looked down at her face, her white-blonde hair spilling across the dark wood around her shoulders and head, her pale blue eyes looking up at me hungrily. Her narrow, small-lipped vulva was shining wetly, pink and aroused, and I felt her with my fingers, wetting them before sliding one into her. She was tight - so tight! - and hot, and she gasped and clamped onto my finger, squeezing. 

Kristi turned her head and looked at Britt for a moment, gazing at her face from less that eighteen inches away, then looked up at me. Her blue- green eyes had that sexy, sultry smokiness that I knew so well, her pupils wide with arousal and her nostrils flared. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes momentarily as Cody thrust into her, then opened them again, still staring into my face. She is so damn beautiful! She gave me a small, enigmatic smile before turning her attention back to her lover, and I wondered if Britt had intentionally brought me over here, next to Kristi, just so that I could watch her being fucked. If so, well...

I grabbed Britt's legs and pushed them up, getting my shoulders under them and hoisting her so that her wet pussy lined up with my erection, and I rubbed the tip of my cock in her hot wetness before entering her, watching her eyes widen as she opened to take me. She was right; it was a very good thing that we were both so slippery. 

With Britt pushed back in this position I knew I could enter her very deeply, and I did so slowly in order to enjoy the sensation to the fullest and not cause her any discomfort. When I was about halfway into her she let out a gasp, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, arching her neck. I stopped. 

"Are you OK?"

Without opening her eyes she said "Oh god yes, don't stop!" 

I continued to slowly push into her, marveling at how tightly she closed around me, feeling the resistance inside of her as the head of my penis opened and stretched her. It was my turn to gasp. "Fuck! Are you sure you just had a baby recently?"

Now she opened her eyes, looking up at me with a puzzled look. "Ooohhhh god! Yes, of course. What makes you..mmummm, damn... what.. ohhhh, fuuuck!"

I answered her unfinished question. "You're just so damn tight, it's tough to believe." I was fully inside her now, my balls against her upraised ass, and I paused to allow for both of us to adjust.

She gasped in air, then laughed. "I work out, long and hard." She squeezed me inside her and I gasped again. "So you approve?"

"Oh god yes! You feel just like..." I had started to say you feel just like Kristi, who hasn't had any kids, when I realized that Kristi was right there, staring up at me, waiting to see where I was going with this. I'm not always the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I immediately sensed the metaphorical quicksand under my feet. I changed my wording, not that it wasn't already too late. "You feel amazing, just like you had never had a child at all."

Kristi smiled knowingly and gave a small shake of her head, closing her eyes to again focus on the sensations of her own body, on Cody thrusting himself deep inside of her, on her own pleasure. She reached one hand up and found Ty's balls where he kneeled above her, and began to squeeze and fondle them as he jerked off. Britt accepted the compliment with a small smile before thrusting her hips up at me, insistent on taking me, her need making her impatient at my pause. 

More than ready, I began to fuck her with intent, driving myself deeply inside of her with each thrust. Her disconcertingly pale eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly, lips parted, her breath coming in small, rapid pants as her body, extremely aroused from all the foreplay, began to drive toward the finish line she had been seeking. I think Kristi fed off of Britt's arousal (or maybe I'm just telling myself that so that I can feel at least a little bit responsible for Kristi's pleasure), because soon it became obvious that she too was ascending to a peak.

Without either of us ever intending it to happen, it became like a race between Cody and I as to which could bring his woman to orgasm first. Knowing all of Kristi's signals, her "tells" as well as I did, it was apparent to me that she was there, right on the cusp, and then she crashed over into a powerful orgasm, crying out, clutching at him, hips pumping upward to meet his thrusts, and I realized he had taken her to heights I had thought reserved for me. 

Her back arched and her head went back, exposing her throat. Eyes closed, legs splayed wide open for him, her body bucking upwards and welcoming him inside, displaying her pleasure, and even as I fucked Britt I recognized it for what it was; a moment of total vulnerability, complete submittal, utter surrender, the second time that night that Kristi had so completely and willingly given herself to another man. And it was so hot, so erotic, so raw, and Kristi so incredibly sexy and beautiful as she came that I shuddered along with her pleasure and had to scream at myself inside of my head and dig my nails into my palms to keep from cumming right with her, right alongside of her!

Britt felt no need to attempt to delay her orgasm, as I had, and the power and sounds of Kristi's seemed to drive her over the edge, and she cried out as she came, driving her hips up into me as if to get every last millimeter of my cock inside of her. "Ohhh god, oh yessss! Oh fuck me, fuck me, ohhh unnghhhfuck, ohhh shit, SHIT!" I slammed into her, doing my best to meet her demands, feeling her squeeze and clutch at me as she dug her nails into my upper arms and my balls bounced against her ass with each thrust. It was intense, very, and I should have cum then.

I didn't, somehow, and as the two women collapsed back, momentarily stunned, Cody and I continued to fuck them. It was only now that I remembered that there were others watching us, others besides the omnipresent Ty jerking off his incredibly stiff and deeply arched cock directly over Kristi's face.

I realized that people were sitting and standing where they had front row position for watching our coupling, and that thaey could see our cocks driving into the women in near-gynecological detail. Normally uncomfortable with being looked at, and with no history of any form of exhibitionism, I began to fuck Britt in long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her before pushing back in, displaying my cock and how deeply I was penetrating her to anyone that cared to watch. I was giving Britt more than Ty or Cody could give Kristi, and I think subconsciously I might have wanted anyone watching to know that.

Whatever, Britt found the deep stroking to be eminently satisfactory and came again, more controlled and less loudly this time, her arms coming up around my neck as I pumped myself into her. It was now less like rutting and more like lovemaking, although too soon it seemed that our lovemaking, which had started out as fun, excitement, and urgency and evolved to sharing and intimacy, might deteriorate into a contest between Cody and I to see which would give his partner the most orgasms, who would last the longest, who was best. 

Determined to avoid that, I focused solely on Britt, although to say that I was unaware of Kristi and the pleasure and orgasms she received from him would be a blatant lie. I was keenly aware of each and every moan and whimper she made, and of how beautiful she looked, and wished secretly that I could have enjoyed Britt separately, apart from all this so that I could have enjoyed each woman's beauty and pleasure fully. Especially Kristi. The truth was, I just wanted to see her, to watch her make love to another man, and I felt I was shortchanging a very warm and beautiful woman because of it!

My earlier concern with whether Cody or I would cum first had neglected Ty, and indeed it was he that first groaned and spurted, his milky white semen flying wildly over Kristi before splashing down on her lower stomach and pubic area, a large streak hitting Cody on the groin just above his cock and running down. Cody cried out "Dude!", an objection which struck me as funny considering he had his cock immersed in Ty's earlier ejaculate! Ty groaned an apology as he continued to spurt, the second long streak hitting both Kristi and Britt on the ribs and breasts before Kristi pulled his cock down, directing the rest of his slowly diminishing spurts mostly into her mouth, a fair amount winding up on her lips, chin, neck, and cheek.

Ty's wild, uncontrolled orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction, with Kristi cumming at the sight, feel, and taste of his spurting cum, Britt cumming as she ran her fingers through his fresh semen and spread it on her own leaking nipples, and Cody groaning that he was cumming as he witnessed all of the above. He raised up and thrust deeply into Kristi, groaning out a series of unghh, unghh, unghh sounds with each pistoning, spurting thrust, his big balls and overtaxed prostate spilling their pent up load deep inside of her.

That was it, too much for me, knowing that he was filling her sweet pussy with his creamy white load, and I felt myself slip past the edge, the first spurt blasting out of me and into Britt as I came, crying out and telling all what was probably very obvious. "Ohh fuck, cumming, ohhh my god!" Britt bucked up to meet me, her hands gripping my ass and pulling me into her, her nails biting into my skin, taking all I had inside and squeezing me, demanding and getting more! 

I spurted and spasmed until I had nothing left, then held very still for a moment, savoring the afterburn and her tight pussy milking me. After a few moments, I began to slowly fuck her used and creamy pussy, loving the warm, relaxed liquid feel of her and noticing that Cody was doing the same to Kristi. He quit first, pulling slowly out of her and rising tiredly to his feet, his thick, semi-hard cock coated in cum as it hung at half-mast in front of him.

He looked down at us. "Whew! That was incredible!" He bent and stroked her shoulder and hair. "Thanks baby, you really are as good as you look!" Kristi weakly waved a limp hand at him, muttering her own approval and thanks before rolling onto her side, away from me. I saw her body shudder with a post-orgasmic aftershock, and knew how much she had enjoyed it.

Cody laughed as he saw her uncontrolled shiver. "Anyone beside me need a beer?"

Ty agreed weakly, sighing with exhaustion as he struggled to his feet and they stepped down to head to the bar. Those two seemed to do everything together; I had to wonder.

I slowly slid out of Britt, hearing her gasp as my cock slipped wetly from her grip, and flopped onto my back between the two girls, trying to catch my breath, my penis worn out and returning slowly to about three fourths size, used and rubbery as it flopped onto my belly and hip. Britt found my hand and squeezed it, sighing contentedly, a silent communication of the pleasure we had just shared. My other hand found Kristi's back, warm and moist with a film of sex sweat, and I ran my hand down her side to her hip, feeling her shudder again as I left it there.

I turned my head toward her. "Are you OK?" 

A tired "Mmmm-hmmmm" was her only reply, but I knew she was happy and satisfied by the tone of her voice, momentarily fucked out.

I raised up onto my elbows and looked around. Steve was on the edge of the tub, naked, his small to average cock being attended to by his wife Meg and their friend and mine, Pam, who were taking turns sucking him.

Doug and Kori had returned from the bar at some point, and were standing alongside the tub. Doug was once again hard and pointing skyward, his long cock apparently stiffening up under Kori's loving attention, the sight and sounds of our fucking, and the sight of his wife Pam sucking another man's cock. Kori looked pleased at this development.

Joan and Matt, the young couple that had bailed on us earlier out of shyness or embarrassment, had returned and were in the tub, both naked and very close together. They had decided, apparently, to go for it and experience something new and wild, and I silently applauded their spirit of adventure, wishing I'd had more of it when I was younger like them. She had beautiful breasts, round and firm, very youthful looking, and they were obviously playing with each other under the water. Her nipples looked extremely hard, despite the hot water. Where they were sitting they would have had an excellent, intimate view of me and Britt, and Cody and Kristi, and I wondered how long they had been there.

Miguel was resting, having already cum inside of Linda, and his cum slowly spilled from her open sex as he lay behind her, her leg up over his hip and his large, dark cock wet and limp on his thigh, both of them appearing fully satiated. Max, her husband, was kissing her softly and stroking her hair as they whispered to each other. Juan was nowhere to be seen, but I had to assume he'd found female companionship and sought out a more private location.

At the bar, the drunken dishwater blonde was sitting on a bar stool which she had swivelled around to face the hot tub and watch the action. Darrien was between her legs, his back to us, her heels on his dark, muscular butt as his ass pumped, and I knew he had his big black cock inside of her, giving her what she had been looking for all evening. Her husband stood nearby, watching, still looking angry. 

I thought again that it was not the first time she had done this to him, and wondered, considering his black mood, at his love and his tolerance of her drunken sluttiness, his devotion to her. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone was looking, not noticing me, and reached down and squeezed his cock, rubbing himself. I saw that he had an erection, that he was aroused by his wife's behavior despite his apparent anger and humiliation!

We are strange animals, we humans, constantly pitting our morals, our pride, our sense of right and wrong against our needs and desires, and our basest and most basic instincts. We seem to love to torture ourselves; I knew I had been for quite some time, and would undoubtedly continue to do so.

Thinking such thoughts as I saw him watching his wife, angry but aroused, and as I thought about Max and how loving and solicitous he was with his wife Linda, I was thankful that I had been more or less forced to accept the situation to the degree that I had. While still confused and uncertain, at least I wasn't standing alongside, angry, hurt, and humiliated like the one so obviously was, or left out of the action like Max. You would have thought that maybe the overall atmosphere of fun and sharing might have gotten each of them more involved, but one seemed too wrapped in his own misery, the other in quiet devotion.

Without even really registering it, I saw Jack and Ellen, the older couple that had been in the tub with us for some time, slide across to join Joan and Matt, the four of them talking earnestly. We all knew Matt and his wife were rookies (like me!), and I wondered if maybe Jack and Ellen weren't trying to make an approach, perhaps a more experienced couple looking to help introduce the newcomers to the experience, or at least to put them at ease. Whatever, they seemed to be enjoying getting to know each other.

I looked over toward Ron and Sandra, who were now sitting and holding each other, their bout of lovemaking over - or at least temporarily interrupted. As I looked, Ron stood and pulled Sandra to her feet and they approached the tub, stopping alongside Kori and Doug. Ron put a hand on Kori's shoulder, and they kissed, and then Ron glanced down and noticed Doug's renewed erection. "Damn, woman, haven't you worn this guy out yet? You must be getting soft in your old age!"

Kori feigned insult. "My old age? I'm younger than you buster!" She glanced down at his crotch. "But then again, you do look worn out - or maybe worn off. Sandy, what did you do with the rest of my husband's cock?"

Sandra laughed, a musical sound, her white teeth flashing. "You two are so funny! Are you like this always?"

Kori smiled. "Pretty much. So did my Ronnie take good care of you?"

Sandra tilted her head to smile up at Ron, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Mmm, so very good! He is wonderful, so gentle and thoughtful. And so very talented with his tongue! He should teach Miguel his tricks, my husband sometimes forgets that a big cock is not everything."




Adam's Journey Pt. 50



Ron looked at me. "Hear that, Mule?"

I objected. "Hey, what did I do? Leave me out of this, I'm just an innocent bystander!"

Kristi, spoke, still laying on her side facing away from us. Her voice sounded tired, and distant. "Can't pick on him Ronnie, he has so many talents besides just that big bat." She reached back and stroked my ribs. "Don't you sweety?"

I felt myself blush, but was pleased that she had spoken up for me. "Umm, I suppose I know a few things..."

I felt Britt touch me from the other side. "Would you care to demonstrate? I'll be glad to be your assistant."

I looked down at her. "Insatiable wench! Didn't you get enough?"

She laughed, a low, sexy sound. "I could probably die happy right now, but I'd rather live even happier. My husband is off across the country hitting little dimply balls and packing even littler, dimplier balls in his pants. Juan is off getting his jollies somewhere,I'm sure, but you're right here, bigger than life, and I hear you're talented, sooo... Just to prove Kristi's point is all you understand, not for me!"

It was my turn to laugh. "Sure, I understand!" I leaned her way and bent to suck her breasts, still tasting her milk. I looked up at her. "It's a good thing I'm not lactose intolerant!"

She blushed prettily. "Actually, you seem to be extremely lactose tolerant. Deficient, even, the way you keep going at them!"

I laughed, then sucked her other nipple for a moment. She sighed. "Mmmm, I could get used to this!" I heard Kristi move, and from the corner of my eye saw her roll over to face us, to watch. I raised my head to look at her and our eyes locked, searching for something in each other. I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away from her until she smiled and said "Go on. Show her that thing I love so much, you know what I mean."

I bent and kissed Britt on the lips, long and lingering, then moved to her throat, her breasts, and then down across her stomach, slowly, gently, a light trail of kisses and touches with my tongue, tasting her salty skin. I kissed then licked her navel softly, then to her lower stomach and the soft white strip of hair at her sex. Her hips moved up to meet me, but I bypassed the route she wanted me to take in order to kiss and carress her thighs, lightly, teasingly. I heard her moan, and felt her body tighten as I moved to the inside of her thighs, kissing my way upwards, going from one leg to the other until I reached her sex. I knew she was at the point where she needed me.

She was hot, aroused, her pussy full to overflowing with my semen and her own secretions leaking slowly out of her. She smelled of arousal and sex, and I touched her small, hard clit with the very tip of my tongue, and she gasped. "Oh, god, Adam!"

That did it for me, and I dived into her, pushing my tongue against her newly inflamed sex and into her, tasting us, feeling her respond. She rose up, thrusting into my face, wanting more, and I obliged, licking rapidly at her labia and clit, swallowing what she forced into my mouth. She came hard and sudden, her legs clamping to the sides of my head and her hand holding me there, pushing down on top of my head as if I was trying to escape, which I most assuredly was not.

As her hard orgasm receded I backed off slightly, just enjoying slowly lapping at her sodden pussy, the idle thought that she had probably been fucking Juan earlier in the day passing through my head. Oh well, too late now!

Her hand came between us, her fingers finding and touching her tender parts as though to be sure I had left everyting in place, and she began to slowly masturbate herself. She truly did seem insatiable! I moved back a few inches, wanting to watch her play with herself, and was thunderstruck to recognize the engagement ring in front of my nose as Kristi's! It was Kristi that was touching Britt's cum-drenched pussy, not Britt herself! 

Still shocked, I looked up to Kristi's face to find her kissing Britt, everyone else near the hot tub watching this tableau unfold in front of them. They kissed deeply as Kristi touched Britt's sex, and I could see that their tongues were exploring, and by the time the kiss broke off I could feel the old familiar tingle of arousal inside of me as Britt, rubbing herself into Kristi's probing fingers, had brought herself to another orgasm. Kristi looked at me, and again we searched each others faces until this time she tilted her head slightly to the side and softly said "Adam..?"

I knew immediately what she was asking, what she wanted, but I hesitated, still trying to decipher her look. We seemed frozen that way for an interminable several seconds, then she softly said "Adam, please?" and I moved to her, with no control of my own, and she raised her legs and spread them, and I looked down at her used and sex-swollen pussy.

She was wet, saturated even, and cum smeared, her whole pubic area and upper thighs painted with the cum of the two young men, and a foggy whitish fluid still leaked from her until I lowered my face to her and touched, tasted, and scented her arousal and her wanton lust.

I love the various scents of a woman, and of this woman above all others. Whether it's the soft scent of a flowery shampoo in her hair, the fresh soap scent on her skin after a shower, the subtle, sexy, need-you scent of her finest cologne, the salty, light perspiration after a hard workout or a long bout of lovemaking, or the musky, needy, maddeningly female scent of her aroused sex, I love them all, and that last one was there now, in spades!

Along with the scent of Kristi, though, was a rough masculine musk, the claim they had laid, the mark they had left on her lest I fail to realize that they had taken her, and she had accepted them into her body and drawn their seed from them, allowing them to expend their hunger, their need, as they pumped their cum deep inside of her willing, hungry pussy. I was tasting them then, a taste not so different from my own, but different nonetheless, Kristi and someone else not me, and feeling the wetness of the overflow on my cheeks and chin.

Way deep in my mind I realized that people were watching, seeing me go down on my woman after others had used her, and that I should feel shame and humiliation, but when Kristi arched and pushed into my face and I heard her call out my name as she came, hard and sudden, I felt only pride. She was mine, I was proving that, and that she had come so quickly and so strongly to my touch, to my tongue gave me intense pleasure. When I heard her draw her breath in as a ragged sob it only pushed me further, and I attacked her, thrusting my tongue inside of her until the muscles and tendons in my mouth and neck hurt, lapping at the mixed juices that flooded her, swallowing what found it's way into my mouth.

She came again, with a gasp and a scream, and then I was up over her, entering her, inside of her steamy furnace, my cock again rigid and throbbing from the arousal of being at her cum drenched delta, tasting and smelling her as she came. I fucked her hard, pounding into her, not caring that it was totally silent around us, everyone watching, every nipple, penis, and clitoris undoubtedly becoming erect as our intensity became contagious. She was liquid inside, slick, molten, tight, her cum filled pussy grasping at me as I felt the semen I forced out of her depths coat and then drip from my balls. I was immersed in their cum, forcing it from her, and we kissed, Kristi sucking at my semen coated lips and tongue, wanting to share the entire experience with me.