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Boredom

By: the Troubador



This was to be the first of two or more sections. Reader response that they had "been there and done that" and this story gave them closure convinced me it should not be changed. This is all there is, read it and enjoy anyway. 

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It just got to be too much, too many hints, too many inconsistencies.

Sally and I had been married a dozen years. When we wed it was for all the right reasons, but things had changed. We both 'grew', as they say. 

For me, it meant I settled down and saw a future. At least that's what I called it. The bar scene bored me now, the loud music and drunks weren't fun any longer. The music was so loud I couldn't really talk over it, and it was important to me now to connect with people. The drunks were just that, drunks. When I stopped taking more than a couple drinks an evening the stupid things the drunks said and did stopped being funny clever and began being just stupid and inane. 

I thought Sally was going along with me. She seemed to be as interested in the walks, quiet evenings at home and the loving sex as I was. We had stopped the bar scene and begun doing 'things' together. She seemed to agree with me that quieter, less rowdy diversion were at least as satisfying. Lord knows our heads hurt a lot less the next morning.

Well, that's what I thought until her business trips began to come closer together. She had a job with a cosmetics firm, and visited the firms customers regularly to push and demonstrate 'New & Improved' products in their line. The business trips had increased from one every three to four months until the last few months I realized Sally was flying off somewhere about every three weeks.

When I started thinking about it, the pattern of the trips had changed too. At first Sally had been heading to the airport in the morning. Arriving at her destination before noon, Sally would meet with the executives of the firm she was visiting over lunch. She would spend the afternoon answering questions and showing the advantages of 'New and Improved. The next day she gave demonstrations at leading area boutiques and department stores, usually lasting through the afternoon. Sometimes Sally would give an evening 'performance', but then she would fly back home that night. She always called me to meet her at the terminal when she arrived, no matter what time she was to arrive.

Now she was flying out the evening before, then doing her meetings and demonstrations over the next two days, presumably like before. But she was flying home the morning or early afternoon after what I had come to call her demonstration performances. At first she had been making a flying two-day trip, arriving one morning, staying over one night and flying home the next afternoon. Now she was spending three nights before returning the third morning she was gone and she didn't seem to want me to meet her when she arrived. According to Sally, she knew I wouldn't want to take the time off work to pick her up on a regular basis.

Now you're probably thinking I got suspicious because our sex life was suffering, but that wasn't really the case. Actually the night she returned from one of her jaunts were becoming some of the hottest sessions we had.

And that WAS one of the things that got me thinking. She was becoming 'inventive' some of those evenings. Some of the little quirks became part of our regular loving.

What got me really thinking about this a couple months ago was realizing that she wasn't available when I tried calling her in the evenings. She always called me just after our usual dinnertime here, but didn't answer the phone if I tried to get in touch with her later, say at 9:00 or 10:30. In one instance I tried calling after midnight and still couldn't connect with her.

She told me she was getting really tired after the flights in and the long days working with clients and giving demonstrations. According to Sally she just wasn't answering the phone. If I left a message she called me the next morning at work, usually around 8:15 just after I got to my desk. Needing to get some rest after the arrival flight was the reason she gave for flying out the day before. She told me she wanted to avoid the hassle of the late night flights after a long hard day of demonstrating to the public; that was why she was staying over the extra night. They all made sense, more so if I assumed she had little interest in being home with me.

I felt really crappy about the doubts I was having. Yet I couldn't help wondering what was really going on those three nights that she was gone and couldn't be contacted. I cared for her, a lot. And except for this, Sally had given me no reason to doubt she loved me. But this progression was eating into me badly. I was jealous, and letting it get to me, but it seemed to me there was reason. I couldn't put it out of my mind and it was beginning to affect our relationship whether she understood it or not.

Finally I decided I had to satisfy my doubts, get the monkey off my back so to speak. But there was no way I could let Sally know my doubts. If they were groundless she would be really pissed at me for questioning her. If there were some substance to them, she would be pissed, and scared. In either case the 'wonder what's' would still be there and nothing would be changed, except that my wife would be mad at me.

It seemed to me necessary for me to satisfy myself that my fears were hogwash. Still, she couldn't know I was doing it.

So when this last trip was scheduled, I arranged a few days off with my boss. Then I told Sally I needed to visit one of our suppliers on the days she was going to be gone. I promised to call her at her hotel the time we usually talk, as I would likely be gone overnight and wouldn't be home to take her phone call.

Sally was flying out late that afternoon to Phoenix. I booked a flight leaving that morning and arrived enough before her to settle in a room at the hotel where she always stayed. After changing into clothes she wouldn't recognize I drove my rental car back to the airport. When she walked off the airplane I was near the gate in a nondescript outfit, wearing a loud baseball cap and reading the National Inquirer.

A tall, distinguished man met Sally as she exited, giving her a very affectionate hug. I recognized him, having met him at a company banquet a couple years before. He owned the local distributor for the cosmetics line that Sally was going to demonstrate. Letting them go ahead of me I made my way to the baggage pick-up area and watched them gather my wife's suitcase from a distance. 

Easily beating them to the hotel where Sally and I were both staying. I changed my shirt, and slipped on a sport coat. When my wife came in, I was sitting off to the side in the hotel lobby and watched her check in. 

After getting her key, the two of them got in the elevator together. The man looked like he had already put in a long day, his hair was mussed and didn't seem to want to stay in place. He looked tired, but he also looked very glad to be with Sally. They and another couple were the only ones on the elevator when the doors closed, and I watched the floor numbers; the elevator stopped at the fourth and fifteenth floors. So I now new Sally's room was either on the fourth or fifteenth floor. I guessed hers was on the fifteenth, she usually wanted a room with some kind of a view.

Forty-five minutes later the two of them were still up there, which had me gnawing my knuckles. But this was a working trip after all, and it was not unconceivable the two of them were handling details of Sally's 'performances' for the next two days. 

Checking the time, I saw it was 6:15 where we lived and a bit late for my evening telephone call. Going to the bank of pay phones, I dialed the hotel and asked for my wife. The phone rang at least ten times before the operator came back on the line to tell me my party wasn't answering. My stomach was churning as I put the phone down.

Walking over to the gift shop, I picked up a book on the newest fad in self-improvement, grabbed a local newspaper and went back over to sit where I could watch the elevators. Almost three hours later I recognized the man who had gone up with Sally as he came out of the elevator. He looked nicer than he had when he met her flight. In fact the man strutting through the lobby looked like a man who had just freshly showered and was perfectly rested. His hair was perfectly in place, and even looked a trifle damp. He certainly didn't look like a man that had just spent four hours discussing business.

Telling myself not to jump to conclusions I tossed the now read book on self-help in a trash can and walked over to the pay phones to put in another call. There was still no answer from Sally's room.

Going to my room I got ready for bed, then lay and stared at the ceiling. I'm sure I got some sleep that night, but I have no idea when or how much. It seemed to me I tossed, turned and stared at the ceiling or out the window all night long.

After taking my shower the next morning, I used a washable hair color to change my looks and dressed in a style my wife would not associate with her husband. Going back to the lobby, I used the pay phone again to call my wife's room. Again no answer, but I left a message that I had tried to call, and would be away from the office today, but would call her tonight after I ate. I knew her working day would be spent taking care of real business, not funny business, so I spent the day sightseeing the city. 

That afternoon I was again in the lobby when Sally came back. I watched her get into the elevator alone. Then sat down to wait. 

After giving her twenty minutes to get settled I moved to the pay phones and called her room. She answered almost immediately, sounding slightly out of breath.

After saying she loved me, Sally told me she had just that minute returned to her room from a rough day. We chatted about our days, mine pretty fictitious. She told me she was really worn out and was planning on a quiet dinner in the hotel, then going to bed to maybe read. But whether she read or not, she was going to get to bed early as she had a hard day of demonstrations tomorrow. I told her I had tried to call her the day before. Sally explained that she was met at the airport by the man who owned the firm distributing their products in the Phoenix area. They had gone directly to his office and she had not checked into the hotel until quite late. She warned me she might not be back to the hotel until late, our time, tomorrow and not to be disappointed if she wasn't in when I called tomorrow evening. 

Feeling unsettled after that lie, I sank into my seat in the lobby to read the paper before going in to eat. My mood was totally spoiled when the elevator opened forty-five minutes later and Sally stepped out of it on the arm of a man I had never seen before. 

They were chatting and joking, flirting pretty openly, and he gave her a very familiar pat on the ass just as they turned away from me and headed for the parking garage. My rental car was parked on the one-way street in front of the hotel. Hurrying out to the car, I climbed behind the wheel and waited. From where I was sitting I could see the exit to the hotel-parking garage. Five minutes later I recognized Sally and her escort as they drove out. 

Pulling carefully out behind them, I followed them to a steak house outside the city. Parking, I waited while they ate dinner. That was the first time I realized I had not really expected to find her running around since I had made no preparation for eating while on stake out. I knew I was pretty depressed when I found being on stake out at a steak house moderately funny.

It was an hour and a half wait before the two came out. They were giggling and loud. Pretty obvious to me that my lovely wife had been downing a few drinks with her meal.

My evening just went downhill from then on. 

They drove to a loud bar. After giving them ten minutes to get settled, I followed them inside where I moved to the bar Sitting where I could see the room. They weren't hard to spot, being probably the loudest couple in the place. Sally and her date danced, drank, openly necked, and acted like the life of the party. Everyone seated near them was pulled into their fun, and it looked like one big party. One thing was obvious, my wife was well acquainted with her date. 

Sitting quietly at the bar, I tried to nurse my drink. To my utter astonishment a very attractive woman sat down and struck up a conversation with me. She was funny and nice, but something didn't quite fit. Somehow I picked up that she was working for the bar, checking out potential troublemakers. I didn't fit in with the hard drinking clientele and it was her job to stop a 'scene' before it started. She finally scoped me out as a lonely man, trying to recover from a broken heart. One of the things she tried to do to cheer me up, was point out the happiest couple in the room, my wife and her date. She told me the woman had been in here a few times alone, but just three weeks before Randy, the guy she was with, had been the one taking her home. She had seemed pretty unhappy and lonesome herself back then, but just look at them now!

I thanked her for her help, told her I felt better and that I'd best go home and get myself a good nights sleep now. She had helped a lot.

I drove back to the hotel, changed clothes again and decided to go get a cup of coffee at the hotel coffee shop. I happened to be sitting where I could see the elevator banks. Not fifteen minutes after I sat down I saw Sally and her date step into the elevator on the way up to the fifteenth floor. Before the doors shut, she had her arms around him and the last I saw of my wife that night, she was engaged in one of the most erotic kisses I had ever seen. When the doors shut the crew behind the counter in the lobby were snickering to each other about the display. There was serious question whether they were still vertical by the time they reached the fifteenth floor. I guessed Sally wanted to show him the view.

Now that I knew her date's car, I headed to the parking garage, and found it easily enough. Shining my key-chain flashlight in the windows I spotted a manila business envelope mailed to Randy Hansen. Now I knew her date's name, for what good that did me.

Just for the hell of it, I headed back to the payphones to look in a Phoenix area telephone book. Sure enough, Mr. Randy Hansen was listed. The listing was for Randy and Barbara Hansen. 

Looking at my watch I saw it was after 11:00, but dialed the number anyway. It took seven rings, but a woman finally answered. I asked her if I could talk to Randy. She told me he was out wining and dining some muckitymuck from one of his accounts and she didn't expect him back until the wee hours of the morning. I apologized, and told her I had a problem, but hadn't realized how late it was. Telling her I would catch him in the morning I hung up.

Now I was pretty steamed and dialed Sally's room on a house phone. It rang a dozen times before I hung up. Going up to my lonely room, I waited another twenty minutes and called her phone again, letting it ring. Waiting a half-hour I dialed it again and let it ring again. Then I waited another half-hour before dialing again. 

About the twelfth ring Sally picked up, sounding slightly drunk and very pissed. Talking through a wash cloth over the phone, and trying to sound drunk, I made an indecent proposal. Sally gasped, and I heard the phone being grabbed from her. A man's angry voice came on the line warning me to leave the lady alone, or he would kick my ass.

I paused, and then went for it, "Oh! Sorry Randy, I didn't realize you were the one with Sally tonight. Give her my regards, I'll talk to her later." And then hung up and went to bed.

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night either. The next morning early I decided there was nothing more to be gained hanging around Phoenix. I checked out early, probably before my wife was up. Driving to the airport I caught the first plane going my way and was home by 1:00PM.

That evening I made no attempt to call Sally. If she were out, nothing would be gained; if she were in my not calling would give her something to think about. 

To my surprise I was wakened early from a restless sleep by a taxi stopping out front and Sally lugged her bag inside. I met her in the living room as she was hanging up her coat. She stood looking at me a moment, looking very tired and upset, then rushed over to throw her arms around me. I gave her a perfunctory hug, burying my face in her neck so she wouldn't be able to kiss me.

"Good grief, this is quite a change of schedule, your boyfriend toss you out?" I asked as we drew apart, trying to sound like I was at least half joking.

"My boyfriend lives here," was her reply as she squeezed me harder. "Can I talk him into coming to bed with me?"

"You must be tired Sally, why don't you try to get some sleep," I told her. "I was just getting up to make breakfast. Do you want something to eat before taking a nap? You aren't scheduled to get in town until this afternoon so they must not be looking for you at work. Take the opportunity to get some rest for a change. I've noticed these business trips take a lot out of you."

Sally looked at me carefully, "Nothing to eat, honey, but I could use a cup of tea while you eat. What's the matter, you seem pretty distracted?"

"Well, we have to talk, Sally. But let me eat first. Sure I can't get you something?"

Though I had no appetite, I figured I'd better eat something now. The way my life was going I wouldn't be any hungrier later, and if I waited until my appetite was back I might starve to death. Putting tea water on, I made a batch of scrambled eggs, along with sausage and toast. While I was waiting for the sausage to fry, I poured orange juice for both Sally and myself.

Sally sat silently, sipping her tea while I ate. I knew we would be talking soon, but it was something I was not looking forward to doing. My mind was made up on what I had to do, I just didn't want to do it.

After I managed to eat the tasteless meal, I sat back and looked at my wife. She was still one of the most attractive women I had ever met. Bright, intelligent and witty, she had been a joy to be around all these years.

It was times like this I missed smoking. Neither of us really wanted to begin the conversation and the business of handling a cigarette, or even better a pipe, would have been very comforting now.

Finally I said, "We have to talk, Sally. Let's go in the living room and get comfortable. Better yet, go take a shower and get the travel off you, then come back when you are ready."

Sally silently got to her feet and headed to the bedroom, taking her suitcase with her as she went. When she came back in her robe, she looked fresher but there were worry lines and shadows on her face I hadn't noticed before. She looked at the clock, "Aren't you going to work today?" she asked.

"No, I'm pretty much taking the week off," was my reply.

She glanced sharply at me, putting a lot of things together. 

We sat silently for a few minutes, each studying the other, each reluctant to talk.

"Sally, did you know Randy is married?" I asked.

She flinched, and her face got a little paler. We sat and looked at one another a while longer.

"What was his name?" I began again. "Your contact with Lady Cosmetics... wasn't it Conrad... Conrad Jones? I remember you telling me one time he was gay. Is that right?"

Sally flinched again, taking a ragged breath. Her eyes big and staring at me.

She still hadn't said a word. I let the silence jangle on. It was getting louder and louder in the silent living room. Finally I mentally shrugged my shoulders, and decided to get it over with. This was not something I was looking forward to doing. 


Boredom



"Honey," I said, looking at the floor, "I love you, probably will always love you. But I can only believe you don't want a marriage, at least to me." 

Sally gave a harsh gasp and started to talk, but I just ignored her and kept talking.

"We discussed what we thought marriage meant before we ever got serious back when we were dating. At the time, I thought I was making a male concession to your womanliness. We agreed that when two people make a lifetime commitment it was a covenant. No open marriage as such a marriage obviously meant a major part of that which was part of the promise was being withheld, constancy, chastity, call it what you may. Our thinking then was that each partner must be committed to fulfilling the others needs. If that couldn't be done, we agreed we had to talk. If those needs were agreed to be reasonable we felt the one not performing must be unwilling or unable to really commit themselves to the marriage. If one partner couldn't or wouldn't meet the others needs it would be time to seriously consider whether we should stay together." I raised my head and just looked at her.

Breaking into sobs, Sally buried her face in her hands. "Vernon, I love you! Please, I'm sorry! We can talk and you can help me! Please, Vernon!"

"Sally, have I not met any of your needs? Have I been an inadequate husband?"

She violently shook her head no.

Tears were coming to my eyes, now. I tried to ignore them. 

"Sally, I trusted you implicitly. I wonder now how long it took me to wake up, but I'm sure you have been using your trips for 'excitement' for some time. I'm not asking you to tell me when this started. I certainly do not want a history. How long you have been stepping out doesn't really matter. The fact that you have been does matter. I couldn't believe the evidence I saw, and was so ashamed at my doubts that I felt I had to prove my suspicions false."

"Sally, I was there when Conrad Jones met you in Phoenix. I saw you get on the elevator. I was the one that placed those calls you didn't answer, and I saw him walk out of the hotel many hours after the two of you went up to your room. He looked refreshed and like he had just stepped out of the shower. The next day you told me he was never in your hotel room." Looking at Sally, I watched the tears streak down her cheeks. 

"Sally, I was in the lobby when I called you night before last, when you told me you were so tired you were going to go right to bed after having dinner in the hotel restaurant. I was in the lobby maybe forty-five minutes later when you came down with Randy. I was parked in the steak house parking lot while you were having dinner with Randy, and getting a bit smashed. When you went to the bar I followed you in and watched you dance and make out with him. A woman there pointed you two out as such a grand couple. She said he had picked you up the trip before this one, and it was so marvelous to see two people so much in love. I was in the coffee shop when you and he went in the elevator. Everyone that saw you two was wondering if you got to the room before you had sex, most of it out loud and snickering. I checked out Randy's car, found his home phone number and called Barbara, his wife. She told me she was holding the lonely fort down while he wined and dined an important client. It was I who made those annoying phone calls while you were 'performing' for Randy in your room. I was the one Randy threatened with an ass kicking for disturbing a lady. What time was that, Sally? It must have been 2:00am." Then I just sat and looked at my wife.

Her face was ashen, and tears were flowing down her cheeks. "Vernon, oh god I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it! Please, it will never happen again. You are my husband; you are my love. We have built a life together, and that is what I want. Our life together is real life to me. Somehow I thought what I was doing was play and it would never be part of my real life. What can I do to make it up to you? Anything, just tell me!"

"Woman, I can't think of anything that could to it at this time. You got bored and your curiosity for someone else's little fleshy tube made you betray me completely. A man invades a woman with that tube. When we say he 'takes her' it is appropriate. You have told me many times to 'take you', to invade, to conquer you. When a woman spreads her legs, she is opening herself up to his invasion of her body. There are some women who act the dominatrix. They in effect are assuming the traditional male role. That is not you, you have been allowing yourself, my most precious 'possession' to be owned by another man. I have carefully, sometimes it seems painfully, kept my vow to you and have kept your man solely yours. I agreed, and still agree that the man is every bit as much a possession of the wife as the woman is of the man. I have kept that vow."

Looking her in the eye, I added, "I have to ask, Sally. You have never indicated I was less than adequate in bed; or in any other areas of our life together for that matter. You led me to believe it would be impossible to satisfy you more than I could, yet you have introduced some refinements to our sex life. I don't find that bad, but I wonder now where you found those new little touches. Have I really been inadequate for you?"

Sally sobbed, "No, Vernon, never. You are the best lover I have ever had. I just got bored being away so often. Please honey, what can I do to make this up to you? Just tell me. I will never do anything like this again! It was just something to fill the time, it just happened. I love you, have never loved anyone but you. I don't think I could ever love anyone but you."

"Sally, I can think of nothing now that would allow me to trust you. Thank heavens there have been no children. I will be moving out as soon as I can find an apartment. Luckily for us, we have been living on one of our salaries and banking the rest so there should be no financial pinch for you, or me either for that matter. But now is not the time to discuss splitting our assets. For the record though, when that time comes I would like to make a fifty-fifty split." 

I drew in a shuddering breath, "If you are serious about trying to repair the damage to the marriage, we can keep in contact." 

Continuing, "If you are serious about somehow saving our marriage, don't date. I won't make any such promises for myself, but you already know I can keep my pecker in my pants. At the moment the idea of any kind of 'relationship' with anybody makes me feel cold all over. Your track record for staying off your back is a whole lot worse."

"Sally, I'm going to go out for a walk. I can sleep in the guest bedroom until I find an apartment. Maybe later today we can go to the bank and set up separate accounts, at least for savings. But we can work out the details later, if you want."

Then I grabbed my coat and left the house for a long walk. I didn't want her to see my tears.

* * * * *

Sorry about the lack of sex, but it didn't seem to fit in the story. And it seems a lot more powerful without it. If you have read any of my stuff in the past you already know the sex is there if it fits. Those who like Troubador stories don't read it for the sex but for the emotions.

This point seems a logical point to stop; I really don't see any way to repair this union. Some of you will disagree. As with all my stories, I am eager to hear your input. 

I've said this before, a dog licks the hand that feeds it, but the same dog also licks the hand that beats it. Let me get my licks in whichever way you think fits. 



Boredom



It was a late Saturday afternoon. My work had wound up early and I was returning home earlier than scheduled. Meera had not yet got any job and she had been bored to death since we moved into Bellary, a small town outside Bangalore. My company had set up a new plant there and the job kept me for long hours and in spite of us being married for only three months, I had to spend a lot of time at the office. We have had a few arguments due to the same but by and large, Meera was understanding and was willing to make some sacrifices for which I was very grateful to her.

It had been an arranged love marriage i.e. our parents had fixed up our alliance and we had fallen in love over the days of our engagement and subsequent many meetings, lunches, dinners, phone calls, text messages etc. I was absolutely smitten by her beauty and considered myself extremely lucky to have her in my life. She was 5' 6" tall; slim with an oval face that accentuated her facial features very beautifully. She had beautiful brown eyes, long eyelashes, curly hair that fell down to her waist and bounced up each time she laughed, a laugh that ever so slightly and very slightly jerked her whole body into a momentary animation of a shudder. She worked out in he gym and had an amazingly well toned body with beautifully shaped breasts, a flat abdomen and a bountiful of hips below the waistline. I on the other hand was the nerd between us- tall, lanky, a bit on the thinner side and a face that was very forgettable. But looks were far more compensated for by the fat salary that I drew from my job and that ought to have kept us both happy. And happy we were.

Meera's cousin brother Atul, who was a distant cousin of hers and stayed about 25 kms from our house, dropped in occasionally in the weekends and sometimes spent the night over. We didn't mind because he was good company, very jovial, and very mild mannered in nature. He was 4 years younger to me, about the same age as Meera. He worked at the local newspaper and did a lot of field work. That explained his fitness levels probably. He was muscular and nursed a six-pack abdomen that would be the envy of many a cine artistes! He had helped me with my car repair and together we had toiled on for 6 hours to set the damn thing right. He occasionally took Meera out for movies or dinner if I was caught up with work at the office. I was thankful of him as that kept Meera some company and the poor girl had some fun amongst the desolation. 

Coming back to the afternoon in question, I had wound up my work early as the assembly line roller blade had broken down and production had stopped that afternoon. I was excited that I was returning home early and wanted to surprise Meera and then maybe take her out for the movies and dinner in the evening. I came up the stairs of our house and reached the door of our house. I had a key with me as I had to return lat on occasions and did not want to disturb her on such occasions. Today afternoon was hot too, the temperature soaring to an unprecedented 42 degree Celsius. I was about to ring the bell but then stopped, thinking that Meera must be asleep, taking a nap in the sweltering afternoon. I inserted my key in the lock and gently opened the door careful not to make any noise. I stepped in gingerly and placed my briefcase and coat on the sofa in the drawing room. The house was unusually quiet and dark and I guessed Meera was fast asleep. I opened the refrigerator, drank some cool water and went for the newspaper lying on the sofa. 

As I sat down to read the newspaper, I heard a giggle. Clear and unmistakable, it belonged to Meera. Oh...so she was not asleep after all. Maybe she was watching TV upstairs in our room. She could watch cartoons for hours on end and never go tired of even the reruns!

I dropped the newspaper o the couch and went up the stairs to our bedroom. As I was about to push open the door, I heard his voice.

Atul's husky voice.

'Meeru! You are so hot...! Oh Meeru...I love you darling..'

I was struck. Struck as hard as a by-stander is when he is slammed by a 18-wheel truck that has careened up the pavement and slams the by-stander from his behind!

I stood dumbfounded for a minute. Noises conveyed endearment and Meera's giggles filled the silence around me. She now seemed to be moaning and the moans turned into groans and they tore through the sanity of my mind.

I bent down to the key-hole to watch what I already knew was happening.

Inside the room, the bed faced the door sideways and I could see Meera perched atop Atul, her thighs spread across his pelvis as he lied on his back on the bed. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and her legs were bare, wound around his hips. He obviously was fully naked. The base of his cock was visible between her legs and the rest was obviously buried within her. She moved slowly and pushed on his pelvis trying to take more of him inside her. With each push, a moan escaped her throat and her head was thrown back, her back arched in blissful ecstasy! She went on riding him and he had his hands on her thighs, holding on to them. 

He thrust in periodically as she pushed, the effect resembling that of a harmony playing a well rehearsed symphony from a distant age. It went on and on...and then she took her hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit while he fucked her from beneath. I had never seen this image of her before and the look on her face was that of pure rapturous lust. She was tossing her head side to side with each thrust inside her womb and she began going up farther and farther to maximize the thrust of delivery...each pounding threw her into yet another fit and she was rubbing furiously on he clit too... It went on for another 4-5 minutes and then she came...she sat still and dug her nails into his flesh as he increased his tempo and started to bounce her harder on himself and used all the power at his disposal to ram into her insides... It took some believing to know that she could not only tolerate such severity but in fact was a picture of sheer and eclectic enjoyment. 

She had thrown her head back and her spine arched back and she clung on to the sheets as she came within, squirting and overflowing on to the bed as her juices came in waves of ascending pleasure...she went on cumming for what seemed an eternity... But Atul was far from finished. He turned her over and climbed over her, parted her thighs away and inserted his still standing rod into her banging her more...her breasts bounced up and down and the act was reminiscent of some Greek paintings that had seen and that had stayed on in my mind for forever. He was near his climax and the speed of his thrusts increased till all the action was just a blur in my eyes...eyes that had gone through shock, disbelief, anger and now the same eyes were narrowed in pure lust as the saw my wife having the most darned fucking that could be ever imagined.

I knew that the show was over and quietly walked away, gathered my belongings and silently went out of the house, stood outside for a moment to collect myself. Then I rang the bell. I could imagine chaos in the bedroom upstairs at my sudden and unexpected arrival. It was a good ten minutes and after 5 minutes that my wife came to the door in a pink gown and her innocent expression was a true marvel of improvised theatrics as she stifled an yawn and said-

'hi dear! I had slept off...how come you are back early?!!'

I mumbled some excuse and went in as if it were any other routine day. She told me that Atul was stopping by and that he was tired from the journey and sleeping in the guest room. I nodded, had my lunch and went up to our bedroom, to the shoddily cleaned up bed, and lied down there still feeling the wetness of the mattress, wet with the dripping juices of the spent couple. I pulled Meera to myself and just unleashed myself on her, relieving her of her clothes in no time and shortly thereafter I was inside her still wet pussy, my cock sliding in and out of it bathed in the jizm of my wife's lover...



Boredom



Her breast were hanging down and touching the cold, smooth marble floor. The old woman was sitting in front of her in her white robe looking straight ahead. A black leather string wound around her forehead with the purple Jasmine stone hanging at her third eye center. The woman picked up a small bouquet of dry and spry branches and hit Isabelle on her back. She hit her again. Then, she chewed a bit on air and said: "Your penance is accepted. May you go force and commit sins fitting of the punishment." Isabelle crawled forward and kissed the foot in the pink flip flop. Then she ruffled her spa robe around her and took a look at the arches and murals around her. The popping of a chewing gum bubble from the girl behind her, reminded her to move on.

The temple servants small girly hands caressed her back, while a shovel of water was poured over her back. The hands softly moved down to her back and started massaging her back clumsily. The air was warm and moist as water was poured. The wooden barrel she was sitting in hugged her, kept her close, kept her cozy, and oh so far apart from the other visitors. Her lips had that sticky feeling that happens, when they are getting moist and stay closed for a long time.

The temple servant diligently worked her whole body with soap and a sponge. She got under the arm pits, in between the toes, behind the ears. They for sure didn't even spare her behind. There was no hesitation as she felt fingers pushing inside of her mouth. The rubber felt foreign and comforting at the same time. Her tongue was pushed around. There were pinches as the dental tape was pushed down the space between teeth and sawed back and force. Teeth are alive and feeling things. She spit out a wad of saliva and blood into a cup.

When her head was held back, she struggled for a bit in the bath tub and slipped. The eye drops poured down, until she could relax enough to simply be a tense bundle in the firm grip of the temple servant. A tear ran down her cheek. She wasn't sad. She looked at the face of the temple servant, who paid no mind to look back at her. She felt the hand around her jaw pushing the back of her head onto the plumb thigh of the temple servant. As she saw the black ash falling down towards her eye, she pushed with her feet. The water flew high. Her head didn't move. She blinked wildly. The temple servant muttered: "You think you are tough, you girls. You are all nothing more then young puppies held in a knowing hand."

The world blurred around her. She thought about risk infections by following outdated mystic beliefs. She thought for a moment, how far the stress of the office was away. She trembled with anxiety for a bit about what would await her inside of the chambers. She thought about the peanuts and snoopy. She thought about the stupid rituals society imposed on her. She had seen girls on TV in g-strings. She had seen women driving cars in those magazines that they always kept snug under their long black robes. She had heard of the broken men, who ended up in prison for touching a woman in those distant countries. This was what her country offered her in the temple of Venus.

At first, she squealed a little bit, suppressing the urge to turn around and grab the temple servant with both hands. Instead she only clutched on harder to the edge of her blond wooden bathtub. Her head started throbbing. She gasped for a bit more air. The feeling in her anus was overwhelming her. Then, that familiar feeling of a knocking bowel movement mixed with the alarm of holding it in until she could reach the bathroom. The temple servant told her: "Just let go, girl." She tried to get with the program and pushed as warm water spilled out of her anus. "Good, who knows, what kind of shit pieces are coming out of me," she thought silently to herself. "First time girl, huh?" asked the temple girl without waiting for a response.

Isabelle relaxed a bit as she felt the wooden barrel at her back, watching the temple girl leave with the bucket of her enema. The ceiling had a mural of an old guy with grey curly hair and a head band grabbing the breast of a young girl, whose limbs were flailing in all directions ignoring the rules of gravity. Behind the two an angel was floating on a cloud and holding out their arms in blessings. Beneath it a modern red 'exit' sign illuminated the otherwise somber lighting. This was the second outer court.

The temple girl returned with a plate of henna paint and a thin brush. After toweling her off, she placed the brush between her nose and the eyes. From there she started drawing outwards across her face in circles, in lines, and with fleur de lis here and there. Then, the temple girl starred on the areola of her breasts. The priestess had joined them:

"Yes, the areolas of a courtesan, full and a bit uneven. Her skin is slightly brown, probably a descendant of the mountain goat tribe. You say that it is her first time. Judging from her stout body, her vagina is probably mare sized. Let me see your strength." The priestess put two of her fingers into Isabelle's vagina. The fingers felt dry and unwanted in her. She squeezed hard, pressing her cheeks as well. "She definitely is a tourist and not a believer. Give her a unicorn or whatever fairy tale can come to your mind."

The priestess left. The temple girl touched up a dollop of henna pain on her solar plexus. From there, she spread out the paint until the unicorn horn reached her right nipple and the tail was flying over her left pelvis bone. "I hope you think it's cute. Don't worry about the priestess. Hardly anyone believes anymore and just wants to get some. I could also draw you a raiders logo on your thigh or whatever your favorite team is."

The temple girl started braiding her hair tightly. She felt the pull on her hair. It hurt. It felt good. Goosebumps rippled across her scalp and set her into trance. It was so nice to be handled and moved around, go with the flow. Her hair tail moved across her back like a brush caressing her. She closed her eyes and felt cozy.

"Girl, your big moment is coming. Are you ready to shake your booty? Ah, girl, you are so sleepy. Maybe, you can pull of a sultry dance."

She held onto the pole with both hands and let her swing around it to take a look at the whole room. Pillars, stones, pools, heavy curtains meet her eye. Someone sitting on a chair, someone chewing on some food, a couple in embrace, a conversation between a couple, a girl laughing out loud, a guy smacking a girl on the butt, a girl biting the chest of a man, a man leaving, a girl pushing her lower body into a guys' face. She gave it another twirl and walked away from her entrance stage. She rather slithered into the pool and went for a solitary swim.

With each inhale, she peered up and around her taking in the sights. A guy with a full beard, slouching, big dick, and lots of pubic --dive under. A girl with perky boobs and 'love me right' scrawled across her stomach, arching back as something tickled her in her back -- dive under. A guy doing pushups over a girl and eating a grape each time he lowered himself -- dive under. An old guy wanking his penis rapidly as he kneeled behind a girl while holding onto a chair to steady himself -- dive under. Two girls chatting with each other, one blond, one black haired -- dive under. A guy sitting by himself with a worried face trying to smile -- dive under. Turn around and push off the pool wall.

The awkward guy was still looking at the same spot -- dive under. The two girls were giggling --dive under. The old guy was now lying on his back with a pool of semen on his belly -- dive under. The pushup guy was now on hand and knees with the girl hanging under him and pumping his penis --dive under. The 'love me right' girl was holding up her breast to the mouth of her charmer, who tenderly licked her -- dive under. The hairy guy seemed even hairier now -- dive under.

A slender guy with a serious face slid into the water next to her. He was tall. He seemed boring. He said: "The water is nice, isn't it?" "Yes, I am kind of new here." "I could tell, you are avoiding this place by swimming." "It is not that I am a wild girl." "I know, we are all believers of Venus here and follow her rites." "Yeah. What's your name?" "I am Jason." "I am Isabelle. Do you mind giving me some time?" "Sure, find me, when you are ready." He left.

She found a love chair a little bit back. A palm tree in a pot covered her partially. There was a guy with a Mohawk standing with a wide stance as a girl kneeled in front of him. Another guy was tense and kept shifting from doggy style to missionary to cow girl until the girl yelled: "What the fuck? Are we on a porn set?" Another girl gently stroked a girls belly with a long feather until she busted out at him: "All the gently shit is nice, but we women do want to get fucked in the end." Another girl took it from behind and silently sobbed until she broke out: "You asshole are just masturbating inside of me. You don't know, how to make love."

The old guy had been rebuffed by another girl and was now looking in her direction. She sat up more straight and took another look. The girl left the pushup guy. He was reclining in a plastic chair with his legs sprawling out near the pool. His member was half soft. She got up and walked towards him. She smiled for a moment standing next to him, as she lifted her legs and straddled him. The hand rests of the plastic chair pushed her thighs up. She held onto his member and guided him inside of him. She felt the fullness. She remembered the enema. She ground her pelvis. The guy looked back up at her, gauging her. Her boobs bounced up and down. She smacked her clitoris and twitched her buns. His arms kept dangling down the plastic chair and he closed his eyes. 

She felt the nervousness and excitement of this new moment and at the same time felt mechanic and like not having too much fun. She squeezed his nipples and he simply took her hands away. His head rolled to the side. Her thighs drew her awareness. She started to have that good feeling spreading out from inside of her. The orgasm was brief and short. She got up. He said 'nice to meet you' without opening his eyes.

The awkward guy smiled, when she offered 69. He had a bit of body hair on his legs. He was a bit scrawny. He was a bit repulsive. All the repulsion started melting as his soft, warm, and wet tongue brushed across her sex. She dove deeper into his sex with her nose on his balls. She pushed her groin down into his face. She smelled the musk of his roused privates. She would never ever talk to such a guy. Yet, being horny, she could hug and embrace all of his geekiness and suck it in.

The old guy had found his limping way to them and started stroking his limp member into shape. She reached for his penis and guided the old man towards her rear and placed the tip of his penis at her anus. He gently circled her anus and pushed on the ring of her anus with his fingers, like a cat treading, he softened and caressed her inexperienced anus to ease and open up. When the tip slipped in, she felt like she had to take a dump. It roused her. Usually, the feeling would have wanted to make her stop, yet the tongue of the geek made her feel so good that she didn't want to stop.

The old guy was breathing down her neck as he was moving in and out. It hurt at first. Yet, at second, she missed that painful pleasurable feeling and wanted him to shove again. She could feel him pushing against some of her fecal matter. It seemed so disgusting. At the same time, she felt so close and intimate with the old guy by having his most intimate body part touching her most dirty part of the body. She hoped that his dick would come out clean at the end. She hoped that her deep inside, her intimacy, her inner core expressed as fecal matter would stick to his dick being soft and moldable, surround it.

The old guy came. She could feel him now holding onto her back with a film of sweat. His scrawny pecs were on her upper back. She felt it was time to come and pushed her pussy a bit more into the geeks face. As the emotion walled up in her, she choked down on his member and sucked hard. He reciprocated by coming in her mouth. He tasted a bit bitter and sour. They all breathed a bit together, before they took on their cloak of personal distance again and separated.



Boredom



"I'm bored" wailed Michelle. "Bored, bored, bored."

Glenda laughed.

"So do something about it. What in particular is boring you?"

"Everything. Home, work and play. It's all so boring right now."

"Well, how's your love life?" asked Glenda.

"Boring, boring, boring," snapped Michelle. "Now look, Adam's a great guy and all that but his idea of fun sex is stick it in, wriggle it around, yank it out and watch it spurt. He doesn't want to come inside me in case I get pregnant. I've explained to him what the pill is for but he's just not interested. And he doesn't like condoms. He says it's like trying to feel something through a blaster tyre.

Half the time I don't even get to climax. He whips it out too soon.

How can it be anything else but boring?"

"Um, why don't you try changing cocks?" asked Glenda, smiling innocently.

"I've been bloody tempted, I assure you, but I couldn't do that to him. I love him. It wouldn't be fair."

"Ha. Like men really care one way or the other. Have you ever seen the statistics of men who cheat on their partners? Most of them do."

"Adam wouldn't," said Michelle. "He's too noble and too loving."

"And too boring and scared that you'll catch him," finished Glenda.

"That, too," admitted Michelle with a laugh.

"Well, your noble, loving Adam isn't above looking down my top when he gets a chance, or going for the occasional grope," said Glenda.

"He doesn't!"

"He damned well does. He almost crawled down the front of my dress the other day, he was looking so hard. And he pinched me."

Michelle blinked. "Really?"

"Really."

"Rotten bastard. If I catch him groping I'll make him regret it."

"Why? It could be the answer to your boredom," pointed out Glenda.

"How do you mean?"

"It's obvious. If Adam slips over the traces he can't really complain if you slip over the traces as well. Actually, if we work it right we can make everything his fault.

From what you've told me, Adam gives a really nice fuck when he's in the mood. It wouldn't exactly be a hardship if he was to seduce me rather forcefully."

"Maybe not," pointed out Michelle, "but what about Peter? You do remember Peter, don't you? Your boyfriend. The one who's already servicing your pussy when you're horny."

"And sometimes when I'm not," observed Glenda. "Ah, yes, Peter. He's rather hot-tempered you know. Why if he caught Adam ravishing me he'd probably turn around and ravish you on the spot, just to show Adam what's what."

"I see. Arranging to have me vigorously raped by Peter would certainly alleviate my boredom. Um, why am I a little dubious about this scheme?"

Glenda giggled. "It won't be a real rape," she pointed out. "I'll explain it all to Peter. Knowing him, he'll be delighted to have a chance to rip off your panties with my approval. He loves sex. And if you wriggle and scream and protest he'll love it all the more. It'll make him seem like a real he-man when you finally surrender to his prowess and have a decent climax."

"And how are we supposed to arrange for Adam to jump you in a place where Peter and I can catch him in the act, so to speak? And how will Peter really feel about you being screwed by Adam? Effectively, while he watches."

"Oh, Peter won't mind," said Glenda, waving away the very thought of such a thing. "I won't go into details but trust me, he won't mind. As for setting it up. . ."

"Hold it," said Michelle, holding up a hand. "Go into details. I insist."

Glenda blushed. "Well, if you insist, it was like this. It was a month or so ago, on that really hot day. . ."



Glenda was at Peter's house, relaxing by the pool in her bikini. Peter was in the water, floating. He hadn't even bothered about bathers, insisting there was no need in the privacy of his own back yard. He'd tried to walk her into swimming nude as well, but she'd been a bit wary in case someone dropped around.

When Greg, Peter's brother fronted up, Glenda smiled to herself, relieved that she hadn't stripped. This was the first time she'd met Greg, and she was just as soon she wasn't naked when introduced to people.

Peter climbed out of the pool and introduced Greg and Glenda to each other. Greg had winked at Glenda.

"Not swimming au natural as well?" he teased her.

Glenda blushed but shook her head.

"Well, I trust you won't be too offended if I do," he said. "Just look away until I'm in the water."

With that comment, Greg started to strip, dropping his clothes near the deckchair Glenda was lying on.

Glenda looked pointedly in another direction until she heard a splash. 

"You can look now," called a laughing voice.

Relieved, Glenda turned back to look towards the pool, and found herself staring at a naked Greg. Peter was in the pool, laughing at the expression on her face. Even as she took in the fact that she'd been fooled, Glenda saw Greg's cock swell, becoming tumescent. Blushing she looked away again.

"Hey, Peter," she heard Greg say. "This girl is really something. Mine if I try her out."

What? Try her out?

"Go for it," she heard Peter say. "She'll enjoy it."

Go for it? What the hell?

Glenda became aware of Greg leaning over her. He took hold of her bikini bottoms and started briskly pulling them down. Glenda squealed and grabbed for them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Cut it out."

She heard a splash as Peter came out of the pool again. To her indignation he took her hands and lifted them away from her pants, seeing them promptly pulled down and off. Peter half lifted her, reached behind her, undid her top and lifted it off over her head.

"Just take it easy, sweetheart," said Peter. "Greg will do you nicely. Bonk along with him and you'll find you quite enjoy it."

Glenda found her protests blandly ignored. The boys just didn't want to hear. Peter held her hands above her head while Greg calmly parted her legs and settled onto the deckchair, leaning over her. A gentle push and he was taking her, his hands settling on her breasts and getting the feel of them. Greg gave a nod to Peter who released her hands.

Glenda tried hitting Greg, only to find him pushing his cock in deeper. She put her hands on his chest and pushed, and Greg did the same, pushing deeper yet. Each little push, Greg sank another inch deeper, and it wasn't all that long and he was fully inside her.

Glenda glared up at Greg, even more furious when he winked at her.

"What's wrong? Don't you like the feel of it? Your pussy certainly seems to enjoy it."

It did, too, Glenda realised. She liked sex. It was fun. The fact that this wasn't by choice was irrelevant. Greg wasn't being rough, just determined. 

"You're not going to stop, are you?" she growled at him, and Greg shook his head.

Glenda took a deep breath and relaxed. 

"Then you'd better make this good or I'll strangle you afterwards," she said, giving way to the inevitable.

Greg pulled back and then drove down hard, to be met by a scream from Glenda. He shouted himself as the world seemed to tip around him, dropping him heavily on his side and back. Glenda was now lying on top of him, still, oddly enough, impaled on his erection. 

There was a moment of shocked silence, broken by a shout of laughter from Peter.

"Ah, Greg, deckchairs are fragile things. Not made for any sort of exercise."

Greg cast a sidewards glance at the ruined deckchair, shrugged, and pushed violently into Glenda, finally drawing a squeal of pleasure. Rolling over he pinned Glenda against the grass and started pumping into her.

After her initial shock, Glenda pushed forcefully up, helping to impale herself on Greg's plunging cock. She delighted in the feel of it, relishing the fact that she was being taken against her will while her boyfriend watched. Let him watch. Let him see that another man could bring her pleasure. It might keep him on his toes. And if she didn't get an expensive meal out of him for this little stunt he might just find himself on starvation rations.

Greg continued to take Glenda, enjoying the feel of her under him. She may not have been too enthusiastic about him taking her but, now that they were under way, she was putting some serious oomph into meeting him.

Building up speed, not in a great rush but with steady increments, Greg serviced Glenda. He was hitting her harder and harder, while Glenda squealed and bucked under him, meeting his every demand. Not long to go he decided. He was ready and he was fairly certain that Glenda was, too.

He drove in hard, feeling his climax coming, and drove in harder still.



"Anyway," Glenda told Michelle, "Greg blew his load in me and I had a wow of a climax. I sort of collapsed on the grass, just seeing stars and such. Would you believe that Peter came over, rolled me over, lifted my bum up high and took his turn. It was a case of bang, bang. First Greg, and then Peter. I was so sensitive after Greg's ravishment that I climaxed twice more while Peter took me. It was a case of oh, wow.

Anyway, you can see why Peter will probably go along with whatever we come up with. After all, he gets to see me getting fucked again and he also gets a chance to lay his cock on you. That he won't mind, as I've seen him give you the odd look."

"What do you consider the odd look?" asked Michelle with a smile.

"That look that a man gives you that says someday, somehow, I'm going to find a way to stick my dick in you. You might as well go along with this because Peter's going to try to fuck you anyway.

What we'll do is I'll invite you and Adam to come to my place for dinner with Peter and me. We'll make it for a workday. You can ring Adam and tell him you're running late and that you'll meet him at my place.

Now you know Adam always likes to arrive early. When he arrives I won't be fully dressed. I think undies and a wrap. I'll tell him that Peter has been delayed and that you both should be here sooner or later and that he should just come on in. 

If I can't get him to make a decent pass, one that I won't fight off too strongly, I'll turn in my Vamp Card. As soon as Adam gets his cock out I'll send you an SMS message. That'll be your signal to come running and catch us. Time it right and Adam will be caught with his cock up my cunt while I'm suddenly flapping my arms and squealing oh, oh, oh. Help, help, help.

That's the point where Peter pounces on you, yanks your panties down and ravishes you. I'll make sure the couch is available do that you can be comfortable during your terrible ordeal.

The beauty of the whole thing is that Adam will assume it's all his fault and be especially nice to you for a while."

Michelle chewed on a thumbnail, excitement stirring.

"What happens if Adam doesn't make a pass?" she asked.

"Then I'd probably write him off as not worth the effort and advice you to get a better grade male. Of course, if I see he's got a decent erection I might just jump him. It would have the same effect. You and Peter would still catch him screwing me and Peter takes his revenge."

The two young women looked at each other and giggled.



A dinner was arranged for the following Friday. Adam received the news that Michelle was running a little late and he told her not to worry. They could meet up at Glenda's place.

Adam arrived at Glenda's house about an hour before the invited start time, apology for his early arrival all ready. In truth, Adam liked arriving early for dates. He'd learnt that by doing so you often caught your date unprepared and still in a state of deshabille, which had given him several occasions of before the date sex. What he had failed to take into consideration was Michelle and Glenda's knowledge of this quirk, and the fact that they were depending on it.



Peter had picked up Michelle and they were currently parked at a local park, waiting for Glenda's signal. Peter had been all smiles, greeting Michelle cordially. Michelle was a little nervous. Was she really going to let this man ravish her in front of her boyfriend? Peter turned to smile at her, and Michelle felt something hot burning inside her. Her resolve tightened. Yes, she was going to do this.

"Um, Peter, why are you going along with this?" she asked, still feeling just that little hesitant.

"Two reasons. One is because Glenda asked me if I would and it seemed like fun."

Michelle waited for the second reason. And waited a little longer. She sighed.

"And the second reason?"

In answer a hand slid under her dress, moving up to rub against her mound.

"This is the second reason," said Peter, continuing to rub her through her panties.

Michelle sat there, eyes wise, feeling Peter's hand rub against her. She wanted to tell him to stop. Then again, she liked it and it was nothing compared to what he would be doing later. She swallowed.

"Um, should you be doing that right now?"

"Just making sure that you'll be ready to receive me," said Peter. "As a matter of fact, it would probably be a good idea if I actually tried you for size before we interrupt the party. Just so you'll know what you're getting."

Try her for size? He had to be kidding. 

"Ah," said Peter. "It looks like things are starting to happen."

"What? How can you tell?" asked Michelle.

Peter pointed to his iPhone, mounted on the dash. Little figures were moving in it. "I had Glenda switch her phone to Skype and prop it up in the lounge room. Adam has only just arrived, so we've got time for one little test. Hop out of the car for a moment."

Puzzled, Michelle did as requested. Peter hopped around and came around to her side. 

"We're effectively hidden from the road here," said Peter.

He reached down and lifted the front of Michelle's skirt. Pulling her panties to one side he exposed her mound, her slit glistening slightly from the moisture he'd raised with his gentle rubbing. Before Michelle fully understood what Peter intended he'd unzipped and his erection was pressing against her.

"God, Peter, what are you doing? It's broad daylight and there are people around." 

"But not looking at us," said Peter, driving firmly into her. "Like I said, I'll give you a chance to feel what you're getting."

Peter pushed firmly home and held himself there, while Michelle stared at him with wide eyes. He grinned and winked at her, before withdrawing quickly, letting her skirt fall down, covering her again. Michelle could feel her face burning as she got back into the car. Wait until she told Glenda about that little effort. She didn't believe it herself, and it had happened to her.

Peter and Michelle settled back into the car. They turned to regard the little screen. It seemed that Adam was following Glenda around like a puppy.

Peter's hand, Michelle noticed seemed eager to just idly tease her pussy while they waited. And, she realised, she hadn't straightened her panties. She gulped, pretending to ignore Peter's insistent little touches.



Glenda answered the door in her undies and a silky wraparound dressing gown. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to have a belt right now and she had to clutch it closed. 

"Oh, Adam," she said, sounding a trifle embarrassed. "You're a little early. I'm not quite ready. Come on in, anyway."

She glanced across to where her iPhone sat propped on the mantle. As long as she stayed in the front room the phone would transfer the video to Peter and Michelle. 

On the table in the front room Glenda had set up a makeup mirror and some cosmetics. She sat down, excusing herself to Adam, intending to continue putting her face on. She waved for Adam to take another seat.

"I'll stand," said Adam smiling. "I'm feeling a little restless. Not in the mood to sit right now." Besides, he could get a better view of her cleavage standing up.

Glenda set to work, carefully doing her face, carefully letting the wrap slide a bit further open. She could almost feel Adam's eyes touching her cleavage. Smile hidden she continued her work.

After a few minutes Glenda jumped to her feet. By chance, the wrap slid away from her leg, revealing the full length of it, right up to where a black triangle of panties could be seen. Oblivious to this, Glenda darted into the kitchen to check the stove.

Back again for some makeup, Glenda sat down, completely unaware that one leg was now fully exposed. Now that she was no longer clutching it closed the wrap was drifting apart.

Adam watched with interest. Was Glenda aware of how much she was showing? He suspected not. She was a tasty little dish and they had plenty of time before the others showed up. What would she do if he made a pass? There again, he wondered, what would she do if he skipped the pass and just started making love to her?

A bell rang in the kitchen and Glenda jumped up again. This time the wrap slid apart, displaying Glenda's full figure to Adam.

Adam heard Glenda mutter in irritation as she effectively flashed him. "Sorry about that," she muttered, dashing back to the kitchen.

"Don't let it bother you," said Adam as Glenda returned to the front room. "Nothing I haven't seen before, and very nice if I may say so."

Glenda flashed him a grin.

"Not mine, you haven't," she said.

Adam decided that was a challenge. He intercepted Glenda before she reached the table and flicked her wrap apart again, holding it while he looked her over.

"Now I have," he said, "and like I said, very nice."

Glenda managed a blush and went to twitch the wrap out of Adam's grip. He moved his hands wider and jerked slightly, causing the wrap to drop off her shoulders.

"You might as well get rid of this," he told Glenda. "It's just getting in your way and you're still covered. Your bikini probably shows more than that lingerie."

Glenda shrugged, letting the wrap go.

"The difference is," she said, "a bikini means you're dressed while lingerie means you're undressed."

She sat down to continue with some makeup.

Adam stared down at the magnificent amount of breast and cleavage that the bra provided. He was quite sure he could see Glenda's nipples through the bra. They were pushing against it, he decided.

Stepping up behind Glenda, expert fingers unhooked the bra. Glenda gave a squeak, but with her hands full of cosmetics she wasn't able to catch the bra before it fell away, revealing her breasts.

Putting the cosmetic down she sat up, breasts jutting proudly.

"That was uncalled for, Adam," she reprimanded him.

In answer, Adam cupped her breasts and squeezed. Then his hands tightened and he lifted, causing Glenda to rise up out of her seat.

"You know, I've got to do something to fill in time between now and when Michele gets here," he said. "I think that something will be you." 

Adam's hands dropped to Glenda's waist and he took hold of her panties. A brisk jerk had them coming down, stripping Glenda's last bit of privacy away.

"Adam, do you mind?" Glenda feebly protested.

"No. Not really," said Adam, slowly and deliberately sliding down his zip.



"Whoops," laughed Peter. "Looks like it's time for us to be going."

Michelle was having nervous qualms now. Butterflies were fluttering in her tummy and very odd sensations were burning further down. She was about to have sex with another man while her boyfriend watched. She turned to see what was happening in the house.

"Oh my god," she muttered, watching the phone.

"What's going on?" asked Peter. "Give me a commentary."

"Ah, well Adam has his cock out. He's holding Glenda's hands behind her back and he's running his other hand over her breasts and pussy. Now he's pushing his hand between her legs. Glenda seems to be protesting but she's standing with her legs parted so that Adam's got room to play. 

He's just rubbing his hand back and forth, trying to get her worked up. Glenda is trying to wriggle, but not hard enough to make him think she really means it. Are we nearly there, because Adam is nearly ready to jump her?"




Boredom



"Another minute will do it," said Peter. "Don't worry. Glenda will hold him off until we get there."



Glenda was indeed holding Adam off, estimating when Peter and Michelle should arrive. She found herself being twisted and bent over the table, Adam's hands trying to spread her lips to give him entry. She twisted back and forth, delaying. She heard the bang of car doors and relaxed. Finally.

Adam hadn't noticed the car doors. His full concentration was on getting Glenda's lips apart and his cock into her. She was wet and ready, he could feel that, and if she'd just stop that damned wriggling he'd be home and hosed. Or, at least, he'd be home and Glenda would have the hose, he thought with a smirk.

Glenda's wriggling faltered for a moment and Adam took full advantage. Fingers moving quickly, he steered himself into her. Glenda gave a frustrated squeal as Adam surged triumphantly into her.

Then the front door opened.

Adam and Glenda swivelled their heads to face the intruders. Four voices spoke at once.

"This is not what it looks like," gasped Adam, not knowing how truthfully he spoke.

"This is not what it looks like," yelled Glenda, knowing that it damn well was.

"Adam," cried Michelle, sounding shocked.

"Geez, mate, how could you?" snapped Peter. "Let's see how you like it when it's your girl?"

Michelle found herself being propelled onto her back on the couch. Hands snaked up her skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off in a single swift movement. Her ankles were seized and lifted high. Michelle, with a gasp, found herself naked from the waist down with her ankles either side of her head. She had never been so exposed to view in her life.

Eyes wide, she watched Peter drop his trousers and then his erection was bearing down on her. It was fortunate that Peter had had the forethought to indulge in some foreplay, she thought, while squealing loudly as he drove into her.

"Get off me, Adam," snapped Glenda. "See what you've caused."

"Get off you while he's doing that to Michelle?" growled Adam. "You've got to be kidding."

Without another word he started driving hard into Glenda, furious at the turn of events.

Peter, on the other hand, was silently laughing down at a wide eyed Michelle. 

"Ready to rock?" he quietly asked, smiling his approval at Michelle's nervously excited nod. 

Peter pulled back and then drove vigorously into Michelle, drawing a startled squeal from her. Suddenly, she didn't care that Adam could see her being taken by another man. She didn't care that Adam, her boyfriend was in the same room with his cock in another woman. What Michelle now cared about was the cock that was dictating terms to her.

Peter's cock came sliding down her passage, pushing briskly forward, well lubricated by her juices. Michelle pushed up to meet him, concentrating solely on taking that cock into her as deep as possible. Looking down at where their bodies joined, Michelle could see Peter disappearing into her. 

It seemed to her that Peter's erection was a lot bigger and harder than when he'd introduced it to her earlier. She'd swear that it had doubled in size and Peter was making sure she was feeling every extra inch. He plunged down, and Michelle squealed as his whole body pressed her down against the couch.

Dimly, she could hear Glenda sounding out. The way she was carrying on, Adam must have been going berserk on her body. Probably a combination of guilt and rage driving him to blame Glenda and he was making her pay sexually. From the sound of it, she was loving it.

Michelle bounced against the couch. A hard downwards thrust, backed by Peter's full weight, was driving her hard into the couch, while the natural springiness of the couch was tossing her back up at Peter as soon as he started to withdraw.

The vague thought that she could get seasick from all that bouncing crossed her mind, to be instantly dismissed by Peter's surging cock.

Michelle had no time to rest. Each downward drive seemed to be followed by another, a constant battering of her mound. Peter's cock wasn't stroking her to a state of excitement which would lead to a climax. It was driving her there, his cock whipping up a storm inside her, demanding that she yield to his driving need. 

Michelle yielded gleefully, wanting this, needing it. Her body had been feeling deprived and was now awake and reacting, heaving firmly up against Peter, taking him into her and offering him a home.

She heard a shriek of frustration and fury from Glenda and wondered what had caused it. Personally, Michelle's frustrations seemed to be a thing of the past. Peter continued to drive into her and now she could feel her climax building. 

Michelle was gasping, her voice slowly building into a scream, which finally exploded from her when her climax orgasmed through her. She was vaguely aware of a quiet satisfaction behind her climax as she felt Peter spraying her internally. She relaxed, settling down almost liquidly onto the couch.

Michelle stirred, brought out of herself by the crash of the front door. Shaking her head she sat up and looked around. Adam was gone and Peter was laughing at Glenda, who was wiping herself down.

Glenda glowered at Michelle. 

"Lover boy didn't give me a real chance to seduce him," she grumbled. "He jumped me instead. I squealed and protested and he went ahead anyway. Maybe I didn't protest too hard, but he could at least have put some effort into persuading me. And then he pulled out at the last moment and sprayed all over me. I didn't even get a climax. I can see why he was boring you."

Michelle shrugged. 

"Um, why did he leave, and why did he leave without me?" she asked.

"Ah, sorry, love, but you've been dumped. He reckons you didn't fight Peter hard enough and really wanted him to take you. Says he thought you were cheating on him."

Michelle blinked. She'd walked in and found Adam with his cock stuck in another girl and he claimed she was cheating? She looked at Glenda, who shrugged. Michelle did the same.

"At least, I'm not feeling bored now," she philosophized, "even if I do have to find another boyfriend."

"Greg's available," observed Peter. "Why don't I invite him over while you finish getting dinner ready. Um, better get dressed first, Glenda. You know what Greg's likely do to if he walks in and finds you naked."

Michelle looked at Glenda.

"If you're feeling the way I normally feel after sex with Adam, leave your clothes off," she muttered. "You need the relief."



Boredom and Therapy



The following is a true story. Naturally, all the names have been changed but all the events described took place just as I have written. If a bi-sexual threesome is not to your tastes then move on. If you are too young to be reading this, then move on.

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I was so bored. Even my dog couldn't shake me out of it and. believe me, he tried. I didn't care to take him for another walk as I had just done that.

Chasing a ball forever made it worse. I was bored and a little depressed.

I had just completed a great job and I was suffering from post-partum-like depression. It was a tremendously creative job where I could exercise my jones to the max. I had delivered it on time and it was very well received. The producer told me that they planned to commence filming in six months. He asked me if I would mind making a few changes in some scenes. "No problem," I said. While I considered the integrity of my art, this was not "art". I had delivered a piece of commerce, that's all. While I stuck my sensibilities into the script, I had no qualms about making revisions. And so I did. And they loved it even more. And it helped that they paid me big bucks and the major writing credit. It helped a lot.

So, here I was, done to a turn. Bored out of my mind. And so what do you do when you're bored? You roll a joint and surf the web. And surf the web. And surf the web until you get bored again. That's where I was.

I surfed over to a dating site I hadn't been to in a while and checked to see if anyone was online, maybe broadcasting. I love to watch good-looking women jerk off. I was about to turn off my computer and go out to buy rolling papers when my Instant Messenger tolled. It read "You have an incoming message from Sissy, do you accept?" I quickly clicked on her name so I could get some info on who was paging me. I clicked on her profile. She was three miles away...49...hmmm...nice looking...in good shape...the blouse showed nice chest...hmm?...married. "Husband has ED and can't perform. He will be present and watching". Hmm.

I accepted the page.

Me: Hello. I'm here. What can I do for you?

Sissy: Hi. I'm really Brenda. You're cute. I need someone to chat with. Do you wanna?

Me: Sure, Brenda, for a little while.. And I'm Ray. What's on your mind?

Sissy: Can we go to a private chat. Do you have a cam? I'd like to see you.

Me. Sure. Give me 5 min to set up my camera. I'll meet you back here and I'll make a private chatroom.

I sure was curious. My mind clicked back in and pushed the boredom aside and I was now rolling. I felt my whole body lift. I wasn't bored anymore and I hoped the feeling would last a while. When I finished setting up, I contacted her. She pressed on the link I sent her and we entered the private chat. I was broadcasting and her cam popped up. She smiled and spoke.

Sissy: "Hi. Oh, you're handsome!"

Me: "Well thanks, Brenda. Your very pretty, yourself." I wasn't kidding or just being polite, I meant it. She was wearing a pink tee with a deep cleavage. Her breasts looked firm and very appealing.

Sissy: "Thanks."

Me: "Pink looks good on you" She got up from the computer and twirled around in front of the camera. I saw a very good-looking woman, slightly pudgy in the right places wearing a spaghetti-string pink tee, no bra and a matching pink thong. She was a happy surprise.

Me: "Make that very good."

Sissy: "Now you."

I stood up and pushed my chair away. I decided to strip for her. I mean, let's cut to the chase. I pulled my Derek Jeter pin-striped tee over my head. She commented on my lightly hairy chest. I dropped my shorts and stood there in my Body Glove boxer brief-style underwear, my boner making a good impression with its sideways attitude. I like the feel of this underwear, sort of a Lycra bikini. I twirled around. She giggled and let out a wolf whistle.

Sissy: "Nice ass! Okay, that's better. I like to be on equal footing."

Me: "But we're not. You still have your shirt on."

Sissy: "Oh that! No problem." She lifted her arms and slowly pulled it up over her head. Her tits looked positively yummy, with no sag, pert lift and silver-dollar nips. The untanned globes were covered in light freckles...her red hair put me in mind of a cute Irish coleen.

Me: "You are beautiful. Great body. I love those freckles. Irish?"

Sissy: "Nope. It's a big gene pool."

Me: "That it is. Matching cuffs and collar?"

Sissy: "Used to be before I shaved. Hahahaha."

Me: "So now that we've got that settled, what's on your alleged mind?"

Sissy: "Ok, here's the thing. I'm married for twenty-four years. About eight months ago, I thought my husband, Harry, was losing interest in me. He couldn't get hard and it really upset me. He went to the doctor and they discovered bladder cancer in it's early stages. He entered the hospital and they think they got it all. Now he's recuperating in bed, but he still has no desire...make that" he has the desire but not the wood, if you know what I mean. He doesn't like to go down on me but he thinks it's terrible that I often have to jill myself. I love him so he's given me permission to find a lover. The only thing is he has to be there, he has to watch. I want to see if it will make him hard. I really love my husband and I'll do anything to fuck him again and bring him pleasure."

Me: "That's noble. So I've been selected?"

Sissy: "Maybe. I spoke to a few men yesterday but they turned me off. You're my second today and so far so good."

Me: "Well, I'll try not to be a sloppy second. I'd like to get to chew on your thong."

Sissy: "(Laughter) You like it?"

Me: "I like it."

Sissy: "Will you show me your cock?"

Me: "Sure. It's all part of the interview, I guess." I stood up to put on a show for her. Turning around, I slipped my light blue briefs halfway down my butt. I bent over and slipped the underwear off letting my fruit basket hang between my legs. I turned around with my hands over my cock and slowly exposed its semi-hardness. The head seemed to be winking at her.

Sissy: "Mmmm. Nice. I like that your balls are shaved. Nice size and girth. I like it."

I was standing in front of the camera stroking myself and getting harder. I liked the exhibitionism aspect. I stood there and slowly stroked my cock while she asked me a set of intimate questions; Do I like oral sex? Do I like anal sex? And like that. Fortunately, I gave all the right answers. I was only being honest. She particularly liked that I gave massages.

Sissy: "Wait. Stop beating off. You win the prize. Don't get hard now. Save it for me. Can you come over to my place in an hour? I want to clean up and get sexy for you to give me a massage? We'll start there. Remember, my husband, Harry, will be there."

I agreed immediately. She was cute, a nice body, seemingly uninhibited and very horny. She gave me directions and I figured it would take me five minutes to get there. I showered, shaved and trimmed by pubes. I got my massage gear into the trunk. I set my dog up with food and water and, as it was time to go, drove away.

I got to her house in no time. It was a large spread out ranch adjacent to the golf course, a MacMansion, if you will. Brenda greeted me at the front door in two-piece bathing suit that showed her curves off to great effect.

"Come in, Ray. Care for a drink? I've opened a bottle of wine."

There were three glasses set up. She took them and led me out to the pool. Her husband, Harry, a good-looking well-built man. slightly taller than me, was sitting by the side of the pool. It seemed to me that he was too young to be having erectile problems.

"Hello Ray. I see you've brought your massage table. Good. Take good care of my wife, will you?"

"Hello, Harry. That's my goal. Always prepared." I set up the table in the shade and placed my oils on it. Then I went back and joined them for some wine.

"Ah, nice...a Washington State Pinot Noir, chewy and full-bodied. Thanks. Want some of this?" I pulled out a joint which I quickly lit and passed around. "So, Harry, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm much better, thank you. I should be off this drug I'm taking soon and I won't have any problems. I hope."

"I'll drink to that!" We clinked glasses and sipped the wine. "So, are you good with this?"

"Oh yes. This is a gift to my beautiful wife. I'm very much in favor of this. In fact, I pushed her."

"Is that true, Brenda?"

"Well, let's just say that I wasn't hard to convince. I'm very horny."

"Then why not take off your bathing suit and lie on your stomach on the table. Let me relax you."

"Okay, but please take off your shorts first."

I dropped my shorts and was wearing a black pair of Body Gloves. My seven-inch cock was clearly outlining the Lycra. Brenda was smiling. Harry, I noticed, was also smiling. I turned to Brenda, "Do I pass the audition?" She reached over and gingerly copped a feel.

"Harry Honey, is Ray okay?" Harry reached over and gave me a tug, too, which surprised me.

"Yup. He's has a nice cock. Enjoy it"

Brenda walked over to the table and with her back to us, quickly stripped down and lay down on the massage table. Harry finally stopped fondling my cock and I joined Brenda. My mind was trying to figure out where Harry was coming from.

"Now then, Brenda. While I give you the massage, tell me if I'm too rough, or too gentle. Point out any muscles that are sore. Communicate with me." As I said this, I dripped some oil into my hands and onto her back.

I won't bore you with the details of my long and sensual massage but what follows are some highlights.

- While I massaged her upper legs and tush, she spread her legs for me and I could smell a waft of her well-lubricated vagina. When I turned her over, she was putty in my hands. Her pussy was beautiful, vertically smiling at me. Her flat belly and shaved pubes glistened with sweat.

- I spent special attention to her breasts, rolling them under my palms until she made cooing noises. "My breasts are very sensitive. I can cum from just having them played with..." I leaned down and took a nipple between my lips. She arched and gasped.

- After about twenty minutes of intensive vaginal manipulation. she was soaking and hungry for release. I placed my lips near her nether lips and blew air on her clit. She shook. I led my tongue on a path from her ass to just above her clit. She shook again. I placed my finger in her and began to rub her g-spot with a "come here" motion. I think she might have cum two or three times from that alone.

- She idly rubbed me while I massaged her. Finally, she reached in to my underwear and grabbed my cock. I stepped out of my underwear and let her explore me. While I rubbed her breasts, she took me in her mouth and licked me.

- At one point, I looked over to Harry, who was naked and stroking what to me looked like a very erect thick ten inches. He didn't seem to have any erectile dysfunction to me.

Finally, I finished the massage and I let Brenda rest. I sat down next to Harry and sipped my wine. My hands were tired and so I flexed and exercised them to get some feeling back.

"I think you gave my wife a very good massage. You will be well rewarded, I'm sure."

"Harry, I noticed you sporting wood a little while ago. You didn't seem to have any problem."

"No, Ray, I was very turned on. Seeing you pleasure my wife was great. And you have a nice cock."

"You should talk. It's worth getting that monster repaired, isn't it? What are you, ten inches?"

He laughed. "I wish. No, it's about eight and one-half inches."

I laughed too. "Well, it's a beaut, that's for sure. It would be a shame not to put it to use soon!"

Brenda got up off the table and walked into the pool and swam around languorously. We watched her backstroke and those beautiful tits ate up the sun. After a few minutes, she got out, dried off and came walking over to us.

"That was the best massage I ever had. You should take some lessons, honey. Thank you, Ray." She got on her knees and began to blow me, all the time looking at Harry. After a bit, she got up and sat down on my cock in a reverse-cowgirl position. Oh, she felt good as she wrapped her cunt muscles around me and kegeled. She began to slide up and down on me. I closed my eyes and let her do the work. It was heavenly. I never noticed Harry get up and kneel between our legs. He began to slurp her clit and she began to moan. I didn't realize he was there until he licked my cock. I took it in stride by sliding down on the chair and spreading my legs to give him a wider target.

"Lick my clit, Harry...lick it...oh that feels so good..." Brenda was in a frenzy now, nearly bouncing on my cock. She was cumming with a rising burst. Harry couldn't stay fastened to her clit as the rocketed into an orgasm. I could feel her dripping on my legs. She settled back down on my cock. Harry was watching her drip and so he set about to lick my balls. Brenda saw this and squealed. This seemed to set her off again and she convulsed several times leaning back on me while I held her tits. She hopped off with a pop and got on her knees to watch her husband lick me.

"Oh God, Harry, that's so cool. I never thought you liked cock! That's it, suck him. Let me see you make him cum." She brought her small hand to his cock. "Oh, you're so hard!"

Harry was no beginner, I could tell. He knew his way around a cock. He knew all the right spots to hit. I was quickly building to an orgasm. "I'm cum-mmm-mmm-ing!"

"Make him cum...that's it...I want to see him cum...don't swallow it all...share, Harry!" Brenda gave a command.

I pulled out and stroking my cock, I sprayed their faces. My aim was not too good as there were strands of cum on their cheeks, on their noses as well as in their mouths. They kissed and shared the load between them. Then Brenda licked the cum off his face.

"Oh, Harry. You're still hard!"

She lay on the grass next to the patio and spread her legs. "Come here. I don't want to miss this opportunity."

He got up and went to her but I noticed he was starting to get soft. I jumped up and said, "Wait. The fluffer is on the way." I went over to them, got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth. It instantly measured up. After a few sucks, I took his dick and lined it up to Brenda's eager cunt. I went behind Harry and began to caress his balls with one hand while the other hand played with his ass, one finger in, two knuckles deep. He seemed to be gripping my finger deeper into his ass. He was opening up for me.

Brenda was grunting and crying out "fuck, fuck, fuck" I started to pudge up again. When I was good and stiff, and while Brenda was moaning and pinching her tits, I slipped the head of my dick up to his back door. He pushed against it and it slipped right in. Oh, no, he was no novice. I began to fuck him as he fucked her and soon, it was Harry whose sandwiched body began to shake.

"Yes. Cum, baby, cum in me. Yes. Give it all to me."

Harry was cumming and cumming. It was a load he'd saved up for months. And as he came, his ass checks clenched and squeezed my dick. The pleasure was exquisite and soon I was shooting into his bowels as his wife wailed in ecstasy. She began to bounce her hips up and down. Covered in sweat, she barely missed a beat. He had his finger on her clit and was it driving her mad. I pushed into him again and he pushed into her. She snapped like a cracker and had a very wet orgasm that dripped down her legs, onto Harry's crotch and onto my balls. Wow, did we cum! We were soaking in it. Whew!

I slowly pulled out of him and walked into the pool, limp and satisfied. Harry and Brenda lay together in the grass recovering from the fireworks. After a few laps, they were still there and didn't move an inch. I walked out of the pool and dried myself off. "Are you two still alive?"

"I don't know what you did but that was the best sex I ever had. That was explosive and sooo good."

"I'd say that we had a meeting of the minds." That was my polite way of telling Harry that I knew he, too, was, at the very least, bi. He was easy.

"Harry, I never knew you liked cock." Brenda said with a smile.

"It was spur of the moment, you know. It felt good." He was lying. It felt great and he wanted it.

"Well, it turned me on like crazy."

"It turned me on, too."

Brenda got up she saw how she was covered in dried cum. "I'm going to take a quick shower. You're not leaving yet, are you? I want another round." She walked into the house.

I turned to Harry. "Harry, you have a great ass. Good blowjob, too. It's not your first rodeo, is it?"

"You can tell, huh? No, I've been secretly bi for a few years. I've been afraid to tell Brenda. This seemed like the right time. And I was very horny."

"Yes, I knew. You have a seasoned mouth and ass." His cock was rising with my comments. "Let's go in and join Brenda in the shower. I'm up for some more. And I want to get you hard again to fuck your wife. My mission here is to satisfy her and so far, I think I'm doing well."

"Good idea."

We walked into the master bathroom. Brenda had just started her shower as we stepped into it. She looked at us and smiled. Wordlessly, she hooked her eyebrow, wondering what was coming. I placed her between Harry and me, with me at her front. We began to lather Brenda. This made her groan. It was clear she relished this as we kept her between us and at our mercy. Her breasts rolling around my chest, her soapy slit rubbing along my dick, her ass sliding along Harry's cock - yes, she was in heaven. I reached around her and felt Harry's cock. It was hard. I stroked it a few times and then slipped it back between her asscheeks. She gasped at his hardness and so I turned her around. With my cock now dancing between her cheeks, I lifted her up. Harry pulled her legs up to his shoulder and with her hole as a target, zeroed right in. I held her buttocks as she swung up and back against his cock. Harry was holding her buttocks, too, as she was pinned between us. I took the opportunity to caress his nutsack with one ball hanging low. My finger rolled it around and around. He moaned in appreciation.

All this time, the water cascaded off our bodies making us soapy and slick. Brenda and Harry were vigorously moving together, their orgasm approaching. I held her buttocks as she bounced into Harry slapping against her. My dick was hard and sliding along her ass but now horizontally from her brown eye to her taint. I soaped up my dick and slid my dick to her rear. Hmmm, she wasn't all that tight. Had she done this before? She pushed back against me during one of his thrusts and the head popped in. Now, she was being plowed from both ends and our rhythm synced our loins together...a complete double penetration. Brenda was delirious and started to come. She wailed as she fucked us both. Harry couldn't take much more and he followed her, his cock pumping against her sugar walls and my cock separated by a thin membrane. It felt exceptional. I could feel his spurts. And that's when I let loose and boy, did I ever. Brenda squeezed my dick and sucked in my cum. I was spent in a few moments and my dick popped out. We slowly let Brenda down onto her legs. We were all shaking as we washed off and stumbled out of the shower.

We began to laugh as we toweled each other. "That was a fuck for the books, boys!" said a joyous Brenda, "I felt like a pretzel and it felt fucking great! That was my first time up the ass."

"I can't believe I fucked your ass! I felt Harry through you." I didn't believe that mine was the first cock to visit her butt.

"And I felt you, too."

"Imagine that. I felt two big cocks at once! That was much better than my vibrators. I'm the winner! I want to do that again!" Seeing our limp dicks, she shook her head, "But maybe not for a while."





Boredom and Therapy



We walked into their bedroom and crashed out on the king-sized bed. We must have slept all cuddled for about an hour. When I awoke, they were still sleeping. From my position on the bed, I was about a foot from her sweet snatch. I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and began to nibble on her cunt lips. She stirred and then spread her legs. I ate her for a while when she sat up.

"Let's make Harry hard again. Ok? Shhh, don't wake him," she whispered.

I got on the other side of him and the two of us slid our tongues from his balls to the head, where we met for a kiss. No response from Harry. We did it again. Again nothing. On the third lick, Harry stretched and let out a single chuckle. So we did it again. This time, Harry's dick bounced. It took us three more slurps until he was erect as a flagpole, albeit much thicker. Brenda and I got more artsy in the way we brought him along. I went for the vein along the underside, she opted for making popping sounds on his helmet. This was fun. Finally, when he was suitably hard, Brenda straddled him and slid down his cock. No more fun, she meant business.

"Oh, yes. Oh yes. Fuck me, Harry."

Harry pulled my arm and motioned that I should reposition myself. I felt his mouth on me but this time it seemed different. This time, he was licking me as if he was paying devotion to me dick, worshiping it, caring for it. I fell back, languishing in ecstacy. Brenda was riding him and rubbing her clit. And Harry was as stiff as a neat whiskey. She rocked his cock, I rocked his mouth. Suddenly, I broke in a sweat, my body stretched and I sent a flood of creamy, salty, sticky goo down his throat. When I felt him swallow, I dumped some more. That sent him into spasms sending his load up into Brenda's cunt like a cannon blast. Brenda let loose with a bellow and pushed down, her fingers flailing against her clit. She was pouring out her sauce all over his loins. A waterfall of cum preceded a tsunami surge until she collapsed on his chest. Her vagina made all sorts of squishy sounds and cunt farts until she settled down and continued dripping.

No one moved.

"I'm so glad I placed that ad and it was you who responded, Ray. My pussy has never felt so good."

"I liked it, too. It was interesting."

"Oh, come on, Harry. You loved it. I've been hoping for you to do this in the open with me. I've always known that you had bisexual tendencies...from the beginning, you ate me after you came...I mean, come on."

"And it doesn't bother you?"

"Hell no, it doesn't bother me. I've had the most incredible orgasms today. I've always wanted to see this. I thought it was so cool. I want to do this again and again. If you like cock, well then, that's two of us. And we can share."

"You're amazing, Brenda. I feel so much better now. I feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel so free and loose."

I just lay there listening. I watched as Harry started to slip out of Brenda. I grabbed her hips and slipped under her pussy, planting my mouth on her flooded canal. A stream of his cum globbed onto my tongue, her fragrant juices washed over me. When the surge slowed, I pulled away and moved up to their faces. The contents of my mouth passed to the two of them and we groaned.

"I can't fuck anymore. That last one kicked my ass. My pussy and my legs are sore. I have to lay down."

"I'm going to go, too. I'd say we're done here for the day. May I shower again?"

"Sure," said Harry. "I'm just going to lay here and hold my wife."

She let out a satisfied chuckle.

I took a quick shower and then dried off and dressed in their bedroom. They quietly watched me.

"We have to do this again," I said. "This was something special."

"I agree," they said.

"Have you thought of adding another woman to this arrangement, Bren?"

"Would you like that, baby?"

"I could do that. I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about it. In college, me and my roommate played around once. I could do it. And if it turns you on, honey, even better."

"Well, keep this in mind. I know someone who would love to join us and you would dig her, she's awesome. Let me know when the next time is and I'll call her."

I left two very satisfied people in the bedroom. I made my way out of their house and back home where I found a selfie waiting on my computer. It was Harry and Brenda right where I left them and it was captioned, "Can we do this again next week? We love your cock. And bring your friend."

Boredom? What boredom? The fact is every day is a new opportunity for something fantastic to happen.

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