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Circle Ch. 01

By: wordsinthedust



Chapter 1: Making it with Becca 

I used to spend a lot of time working out of town. Some people said I should have just moved, and maybe they were right. All of that time away from home, while not a root cause, ended up contributing to the inevitability of my divorce.

Fortunately, I got to know people in most of the places where I worked out of town, and so instead of having to resort to barhopping for any kind of after-hours companionship, I occasionally enjoyed dinner in the company of friends. As my marriage fell apart, these people became increasingly important to me. I found myself on the verge of having to completely start over and rebuild my life. 

I had known Carl for nearly four years when I started working in Fort Worth all the time. He and I had served in the Army together for two years and had remained in contact after getting out and going our separate ways. He and his wife Becca lived in a suburb just north of the city and welcomed me into their home with open arms. 

When Leigh filed for divorce, the lawyers drew their lines in the sand, and soon it was simply a matter of waiting for the time required by law to pass. Carl and Becca insisted I move in with them, at least until I was through the storm and things had settled down. They made me feel like there were no truer words than, "my house is your house."

Evenings at the house quickly became an event unto themselves. I was well acquainted with the concept of people wanting to be comfortable in their own homes, but was actually a little surprised when Carl started lounging around in his boxers and Becca began relaxing in a nightgown or other forms of casual lingerie, often without a robe. It was distracting, to say the least, seeing Becca walking around clad in a negligee, often with her nipples poking through. More than once, I saw Carl either groping her breast or with a hand between her legs pleasuring her. The only thing that topped that was listening to the two of them having sex, which seemed to be at least every other night.

I don't even remember now how the subject came up, but Carl noted one evening that I was feeling the negative effects of the stress on my life and told me he knew just what I needed.

"You need to get laid," he said.

"Really? You think that would help things?" I asked. The sarcasm dripped from my voice. "Any suggestions on where I might find the source of such a pleasurable release?"

"Mike, all I'm saying is I just think it would do you good to find a woman and knock one out... maybe get a blowjob," he said, taking a sip from his beer.

"Well, given that I'm not much on bar-hopping, I think I'll just bide my time until I get a place of my own," I said, trying to dismiss the topic.

"Carl, just leave it alone. Mike will be fine," Becca said as she settled onto the sofa wearing a short nightgown that threatened to crawl up her hips. She was wearing a robe this time, but it was open and her nipples were straining against the fabric.

Carl looked over at his wife, then looked at me. "Why don't you sleep with Becca?"

Inspite of the fact that we were watching a movie, you could have heard a pin drop... even on the carpet. I just sat there, clueless on how to respond... Carl took another sip of his beer while his wife stared at him, stunned.

"Are you out of your mind? You want me to sleep with him?" she asked her husband. Her eyes cut over to me, then back to Carl. I decided someone was about to get hurt, and I wasn't about to take one for the team. I got up to go to my room... this had grave potential to get ugly.

"No, it was a legitimate suggestion," Carl said. "Where are you going?" he asked me as I attempted to back my way out of the kill-zone.

"It just seemed like this might be something the two of you might want some privacy to discuss," I said as I continued my exit.

"Sit down," he said, waving me back to the chair I'd been sitting in. He turned to look at his wife, "All I'm saying is, you think he's a good looking guy, he needs to get laid... seems like an even match."

"Don't you think I might like for us to discuss it before you mention it out loud? If it was going to be a subject for discussion at all?" she asked. 

"Becca, quit overreacting. You don't do anything to help matters by walking around dressed like that, either... you walk around half naked, refusing to cover yourself up, flirting with the guy... I figure the least you can do is close the deal." I'm not sure how Carl had arrived at this conclusion, and his wife wasn't sure, either.

She shook her head, staring at her husband, then looking at me. "Flirting with him? How do I flirt with you?" she asked me.

"I am not part of this discussion," I said, trying to be as invisible as possible. "You sure you wouldn't rather have this discussion without me?"

"You're fine," Carl said. He looked at his wife. "I didn't suggest it to piss you off. I just think it's a solution to a problem that could be enjoyed by both of you. I'm out of it. The two of you want to sleep together, fine. You two work it out."

Becca had folded her arms across her chest in a combination of disgruntlement and self-consciousness. When she had last shifted position on the sofa, her nightgown had risen on her hips, and I could see just past her leg underneath the cloth to a hint of pubic hair. I would be willing to swear she could feel my eyes on her skin, because she looked straight at me as she pulled her nightgown down to cover herself. I had been caught stealing a glance.

The three of us sat in silence watching the movie on television, and a few minutes later, Becca got up and left the room. When she was gone, I looked over at Carl.

"Man, is she pissed," I said. Carl wasn't serious, was he? "What made you suggest that?"

Carl shook his head, drained his beer bottle, and got up to go to the kitchen. 

"Don't worry about it, Mike," he said. "She's not really pissed as much as she was embarrassed that I floated it out there without talking to her about it first. But I'm serious. You two talk it over. If it goes somewhere, fine. If not, that's fine, too. It really doesn't matter. I just think that she shouldn't walk around half-dressed and not be willing to carry through."

"Carry through with what?" I asked. "And what am I supposed to do, just ask her, 'Hey, wanna fuck?'"

"You worry too much," he said, heading back to his bedroom. 

A few minutes later, he returned to the living room and sat back down. Becca followed closely behind him and sat back down on the sofa. We sat in silence until the movie was over. As we got up to go our separate ways to bed, Becca stuck her tongue out at me and smiled.

The next night, Carl was late getting home and I was helping Becca with dinner in the kitchen. We made small talk, playing down the tension left over from the night before. At one point, Becca backed into me, and I was sure it was deliberate. 

"You trying to run me over?" I asked her.

"No," she said, "I think you were trying to grope me." She turned around, smiled at me and stuck her tongue out.

"I was not trying to grope you," I said, as I leaned back against the counter. "If I'd been trying to grope you, I'd have been successful. But it isn't nice of you to stick your tongue out at me like that. I could draw the wrong conclusions."

"Like this?" she asked, sticking her tongue out again. "What are you gonna do about it?"

I felt my face flush as I shuffled my feet and fidgeted. I avoided having to answer the question as Carl walked in the front door. Becca stuck her tongue out at me again, then puckered a kiss at me. 

For more than a week, Becca continued to taunt and tease me like she had in the kitchen. She also continued to lounge around in lingerie at night, only now she took occasion to bend over showing cleavage, and she was much less careful about making sure she covered herself. She began to take advantage of opportunities to touch me in small ways touching my hand, brushing my arm. I continued keep my distance, not sure exactly what to think. The one time I stuck my tongue out at her, she smiled and looked away. A moment later, she looked back at me, told me I could get in a lot of trouble doing things like that, and then puckered a kiss at me.

Nearly two weeks after Carl had made his suggestion, things had progressed no further and I was pretty sure things were just going to remain status quo. Becca had certainly been flirting with me, but I hadn't pursued it, so it looked like I was going to remain in need of finding a woman.

On a Thursday night, all of us were looking forward to the end of a long week. Becca took a shower, and when she came into the living room, she was wearing a nightgown, light beige in color, with spaghetti straps and hit her about mid-thigh. She wore the matching wrap sitting loose on her shoulders. 

The phone rang, and she went into the kitchen and sat down at the table to talk to a friend she hadn't seen in a long time. Carl got up to go to bed, and thirty minutes later, I got up to do the same thing. Becca was still on the phone. As I walked past her, she stuck her tongue out at me and licked her lips invitingly. 

When I got to my room, I pulled back the covers on the bed, got undressed and started to read. I just wasn't ready to sleep yet. After a few reading a chapter, I was thirsty, so I got up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. I assumed Becca was off the phone, because she had taken her call more than an hour earlier. I was surprised to see that she was still up. I ignored the fact that I was wearing only my boxer briefs and continued on for my glass of water.

Becca didn't ignore me when I walked into the kitchen. She was leaning against the kitchen counter when I walked in. As she continued to hold the phone to her ear, she smiled and stuck out her tongue, flirting at me. I stuck my tongue out at her in response as I reached into the cabinet for a glass. 

She laughed softly to herself and leaning into me, told me I was going to get into a lot of trouble doing that. I moved around her to the sink, and she reached out to brush my chest with her hand. After filling my glass, I turned to face her as I raised the glass to take a drink, and her hand went around my waist. Becca looked at me as I lowered the glass, and stuck her tongue out again, only this time it was different. This time her tongue didn't stand out, daring and defying. This time, her body language, facial expression and the look in her eyes said it wasn't a flirt, it was an invitation. As I turned the glass up again to drain the water from it, I put a hand out and caressed her belly, not letting my hand drift too low, nor rise to touch her breasts.

I leaned forward to set the glass on the counter, and Becca moved to the table, where she sat down, facing me. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she had been shadowed by the light. Now, the light, dim as it was, shone on her, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric of her nightgown and a shadow between her legs. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as my body sensed that a gauntlet had been thrown down. I stood there, looking at Becca, not sure what to do. I didn't want to misread any signals and cause a problem for myself or anyone else. I decided the thing to do was ignore her and go to bed...

And I would have done exactly that, if she hadn't stuck her tongue out at me again, invitingly, and then puckered a kiss at me.

I almost walked past her. As I stepped past her to sit in a chair, she ran her hand across my ass, and then, realizing I was sitting down beside her, she looked at me nervously, not sure what was going to happen next. I placed the chair so it was opposed to hers; we were sitting next to each other, our chairs touching, but facing opposite directions. She leaned away from me a bit, and touching her chin lightly with my fingers, I drew her to me and kissed her on the lips, softly at first, then slowly dragging my tongue across her lips. I felt a surge of adrenalin course through my body as I crossed the boundary that had remained in place. 

I leaned back; Becca had not kissed me back. She hadn't fought off my kiss, but she'd sat passively, not responding. She looked at me, and stuck her tongue out again. This time, she leaned into me for the kiss, our lips meeting, making contact, then parting slightly to allow our tongues to touch. Our lips parted as Becca sat up to say something to the person on the other end of the conversation. I placed a hand on her abdomen and caressed her as I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She turned to meet my lips and her hand stretched out to reach around me.

"What're you doing?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Getting into trouble," I replied as I kissed her again.

"Yes, you are," she confirmed, meeting my kiss and drawing a deep breath.

I sat up, not wanting to create too difficult a time for her, as she appeared to now have an active interest in concluding her phone call. My hand wandered her belly, stroking with affection, and I moved it up, allowing my hand to lift and gently crush first one breast, then the other. Both of her nipples were hard. When I cupped the first breast, her hand had dropped to my lap, where it came to rest on my cock, which, still not fully erect, was now noticeably rigid, and I saw Becca take a deep breath as she felt it throbbing under her hand. She began to massage my cock as I continued to caress her breasts.

I swept the wrap off of her shoulders, and then the straps, as well, exposing her upper chest and causing her breathing to deepen further. Her hand, meanwhile, had forced its way between my legs, and she was massaging my balls. Becca fidgeted in her chair, and as she shifted, she opened her legs, facing me. I wasn't ready to go there yet, but was glad to know she was receptive to what was happening. I kissed her again as she resumed stroking my cock and bent down to kiss her shoulders. 

Becca pulled her hand away from me and began to wriggle in her chair. I could tell she was trying to take off the wrap, but having one hand occupied with the phone was making it difficult. I stood up to help her, but she mistakenly thought I was giving up.

"Where are you going?" she asked as she grabbed my hand, with alarm on her face.

"Relax," I told her, "I'm just going to help you with your wrap." She let go of my hand as she realized what I was trying to do, and leaned forward to accommodate me. I pulled the wrap away from her body and tossed it onto the table. 

Becca leaned back and I started massaging her naked shoulders. The straps of her nightgown hung loosely on her arms, and the gown clung to her chest, held in place atop of her breasts only because the drawstring securing it closed did not allow it to fall away. I continued to rub Becca's shoulders, allowing my hands to wander down the front of her chest, teasing her. She reached up and her fingers danced gently on my chest. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, and she leaned back to look up at me, encouraging me to keep doing what I was doing. As I leaned down to kiss her, I cupped her nightgown clad breasts in my hands, allowing my thumbs and forefingers to close on the nipples. Becca arched her back, raising her breasts up to me. I continued to massage them through the cloth of her nightgown, as she began telling her friend she really needed to get off the phone so she could go to bed. 

I wondered if she would have the nerve to continue once she got off of the phone, or if she would excuse herself to her bedroom. Becca took hold of the drawstring holding her gown closed and tugged on it... as it came undone, her gown opened up, loose on her chest, threatening to fully expose her cleavage. I committed myself to baring her breasts, hooked my thumb in the top of her gown and pushed it down as my hands cupped her naked breasts, crowned with deliciously hard, erect nipples, which I stroked ever so lightly with a finger. Becca drew in a sharp breath and placed a hand on top of mine... not to stop me, but to ply additional pressure to her breast. I massaged her chest, my hands traveling down her breast bone and stroking her rib cage. As my hands moved up again to her breasts, she tensed up and took shallow breaths... and I saw her put a hand between her legs. Her hand was still between her legs when she looked up at me and mouthed the words, "Pinch them." I gently pinched her nipples and watched as her body tensed and she clasped her thighs together, her breathing deep and deliberate.

Becca turned to face me. She grasped my cock through my briefs, and then took hold of the waistband and pulled it out, allowing my cock to spring free. Holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder, she brought her other hand into play long enough to push my briefs down from my hips. As she regained control of the phone with her hand, her other hand took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. She released her grasp on my cock long enough to push my briefs down; clearly she wanted me naked. I pushed my briefs to the floor and stepped out of them. Becca resumed stroking my cock, and inspite of the fact that I was standing there, I was amazed that this beautiful woman, my friend's wife, was topless, no doubt completely nude beneath her nightgown and stroking my fully erect cock. 

I reached out to stroke her hair with affection. As she was listening to her friend's last comments before hanging up, Becca leaned toward me and took my cock into her mouth. It felt divinely sinful to have her suck my manhood in between her lips. She allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth, and told her friend good-bye. Becca leaned back and looked up at me, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples hard with arousal.

"Well... what now?" she asked, as she continued to pump my cock. 

"You said you needed to go to bed," I reminded her.

"I did say that, yes. I need to get some sleep, but I don't think you want to stay like this," she said, cupping my balls with her other hand. "And I'll be damned if I'm going to bed this horny and wet with nothing to show for it."

I leaned down to kiss her and she took my face in her hands to kiss me back. I sat down again and traced kisses down her neck and shoulders to her chest, where my lips finally covered the soft fullness of her breast and took in a nipple. 

"Mmmm... yeah, suck my tits... suck on my nipples," Becca leaned back enjoying herself. She spread her legs and placed my hand high up on her thigh. 

I took the hint and slowly moved my hand up her leg, caressing it deliberately, my fingers finding their way to her pussy, which was hot and wet. I discovered that Becca kept her sex shaved, leaving only a small patch of hair just above her honey pot. As I continued to suckle at her breast, I began to gently stroke her flower, coating my fingers with her juices. She muttered short-breathed encouragement, telling me how good it felt having her tits sucked, then, telling me to stick a finger inside her and fuck her with it.

We kissed again, our tongues dancing together as I traced the outline of her pussy with my fingers, then slowly inserted my middle finger into her and began to stroke in and out. She reached over and took hold of my cock again. 

"Would you like to move to somewhere more comfortable?" I asked her as we continued to masturbate one another. "Unless you want to cum sitting here at the kitchen table..."

"Are you that close to cumming?" she asked.

"No," I replied, "I just thought you might want to get out of the kitchen..."

"In case Carl sees us?" she asked, arching her back and breathing heavily as she bore down on my hand, which continued to stroke me.

"That was a consideration," I admitted. I knew he had suggested what was happening, but that fact gave no guarantee as to how he would respond if he saw us together. 


Circle Ch. 01



"Don't worry about Carl," she said. Becca pulled my hand from between her legs and sucked my finger into her mouth, licking her juices clean. She stood up, and crossing her arms in front of her, took hold of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head. My eyes soaked in her beauty as she bent down, took my cock in her hand, pumped it twice and licked the pre-cum that was oozing out. 

"You taste sweet," she said, standing up and straddling me. She balanced herself on my legs and put an arm around my neck. Her other hand took hold of my cock, which was now less than two inches from her pussy. I reached around her, filling my hands with her ass and pulled her a little closer.

"Carl and I discussed this in great detail the night he first mentioned it," she said. "I told him it would only work if he stayed completely out of the way, so we won't see him again tonight. This time is for you and me to be intimate together. You can fuck me right here, in the living room, on your bed... we can fuck in the back yard if you want to. 

"I want this as much as you do," she said, tugging on my cock for emphasis. "I want you to fuck me with your hard cock."

"We need to get a condom," I told her.

"I'm on the pill, so we don't need one unless you really want to wear one," she said. "Personally, I want to feel your cum filling me, and I want it running down my leg as I walk back to my bed. You wanna fuck me?"

I was harder now than I had been all night; sensory overload was setting in. Becca naked and straddling me, playing with my cock and telling me she wanted my cum dripping from her pussy had me really turned on.

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes?" she asked. "Tell me what you want... tell me you wanna fuck me."

"I wanna fuck you," I told her. "I wanna stick my cock in your pussy, fuck you and make you cum, and I wanna cum inside you." As I said this, Becca leaned back and rolled her hips, pressed my cock down, and angled it at her opening, sticking my cock-head into the outer edge of her pussy. She leaned forward, rolling her hips again, and my cock sank deeper into the depths of her sex. 

The sensation of my cock entering Becca was beyond amazing, bordering on being declared a religious experience. I resisted the temptation to begin rocking and thrusting into her, because I had something else in mind to do first.

"I want to go down on you before I fuck you," I told her. Becca stopped moving and stared at me. "I want to lay you down on my bed and feast on you before we fuck. I want to tongue you and taste you on my lips before I fill you with my cum."

Becca's breathing was labored, and I think I had surprised her with my declaration. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her erect nipples pleading for my lips to suck them. She smiled softly as she held her position, and then she backed off of me, standing up. She offered her hand to me as I stood, and we walked hand-in-hand to my room, where a bedside lamp gave off a soft light as we entered. I watched with rapt attention as Becca's hips swayed while she walked, as her breasts bounced enticingly. 

When we reached the bed, she quickly turned to me, dropped to a knee and sucked my cock into her mouth. She pressed her face forward, taking almost all of me in and pumping me with her mouth nearly a dozen times before releasing me.

"I thought I was supposed to do that to you," I said as she sat down.

"And you're going to," she said, "I just wanted to taste myself on you first." She grinned at me seductively as she positioned herself on the bed, laying back and spreading her legs.

"That was more than just a taste," I told her, "but I'm not complaining." I leaned forward and kissed her, then my lips trailed kisses down her body, sucking in both of her breasts as I worked my way to her hips. I knelt beside the bed, moving between her legs. I reached underneath her, cupping her ass in my hands as I bowed my head and touched my tongue to her ripe sex. Becca shuddered as I gently drew the tip of my tongue through the slit of her pussy, rising towards her clit. In the pale light given off by the lamp, I beheld her labia, swollen with arousal and glistening with her wetness. My tongue drew a light circle around her clit, teasing her. I covered her mound with my lips, as though taking a bite from a peach, and ran my tongue through the trench of her sex, drinking in her nectar, tasting her sweetness. 

"You're really wet," I said, looking up at her through her cleavage as I savored her liquid sex.

"Yes, I am," she said, smiling at me as she returned my gaze. "Drink me, baby, drink my pussy juice." She moaned and placed a hand on my head, affirming the pleasure she was receiving.

"Damn, that feels good," she said, as I continued to lick her. "Eat me. Eat my pussy. Lick up my around my clit again." 

I swirled my tongue in an arc around her love button, and she arched her back, inhaling sharply. I placed my lips loosely around her clit and sucked gently as I flicked my tongue ever so lightly. Becca moaned in a very low, deep fashion as she grabbed handfuls of the sheets. Her breathing was becoming shallow and more rapid. I opened my mouth wide, covered her with it and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go and began alternating between thrusting and sucking on her lips.

"Oh... yes... faster," she said. "Fuck me faster." She was nearly panting.

"You about to cum?" I asked her, as I resumed fucking her with my tongue.

"Oh... I'm getting close," she said. "I am really close to cumming..."

"Cum for me, Becca," I said, encouraging her. "Cum for me."

"I'm going to," she said. "Oh, I'm getting close... I'm gonna cum for you... I'm about to be really wet..." Her breathing was ragged and shallow now. "Put a finger in me... yeah... oh... like that... oh God... I can feel it..."

As my finger thrust in and out of her, I leaned in and swept my tongue across her clit.

"Oh God... I'm starting... I'm gonna..." Becca crushed handfuls of the sheets and arched her back as she climaxed. "I'm cumming... oh..." she moaned.

I pulled my finger out of her and lapped her pussy juice as it flowed, drinking her sweetness.

I slowed up and stroked her softly as I felt her relax. I looked up at her as she began to recover from her orgasm.

I smiled at her as she brought her breathing under control. I stood up and placed kisses on her belly, then her ribcage and finally her tits as I moved up closer to her. She shifter to make room for me beside her, and as I lay down by her, she rolled to face me. I placed a hand on her hip as we kissed. Her hand reached down and took hold of my cock. My erection had subsided somewhat while I was pleasuring Becca, but it began to harden again in her hand.

As we continued to kiss, I pulled her to me. My cock was rock hard again, and throbbing. My balls were actually starting to ache with the need to release my cum. 

Becca shifted her body position again.

"Lay down," she said. "I want to start out on top... get my rhythm going, and we can shift... otherwise I'm gonna lose control."

"And that would be a bad thing?" I asked her as she climbed on top of me.

"You want me screaming?" she asked, positioning herself above my cock, her tits coming within range of my mouth. I raised my head and sucked in a nipple as she took my cock in her hand and centered it in the opening of her pussy.

"That wouldn't be so bad... would it?...," I asked as she lowered herself onto my cock, slowly with calculated deliberation. I was lost in the sensation of her velvety softness massaging my cock."

"It wouldn't be a good thing right now," she said, rolling her hips and beginning to rock back and forth on my cock. "Just relax... relax and let's fuck." She closed her eyes as she continued her movement. "Fuck me with your cock... fuck my pussy..."

I began thrusting upward, and in a few short movements, we established a rhythm as our bodies moved together toward a common goal. Becca's pussy hugged me as she rose and fell against my body. 

"I can feel your cock getting harder inside me..."

I could feel it, too. I could also feel my balls starting to tighten.

"I think I can control it now," she said. "Can you feel your orgasm building yet?"

"Yeah... I'm not there yet... but I'm gonna cum hard... I can feel it," I told her.

"Good," she said, raising herself off of me and letting my cock fall out of her pussy. "Get up... I want you to fuck me from behind..." 

I got behind her as she moved forward on her knees... my cock was swaying side to side as I caressed her ass and reached around to pull her to me in an embrace.

"You are so fucking hot," I said as my hands cupped her breasts.

She turned her head to me and kissed me as her hand reached down and cupped me.

"Your balls feel so heavy... I want you to cum," she said as she bent forward and rested on her elbows. "Fuck me, baby... put your cock back into my pussy and fuck me..."

I didn't need to be told twice. Placing one hand on her ass, I put my cock at the opening to Becca's pussy, grasped her ass with both hands and slowly thrust into her. We slowly built a rhythm, pushing and thrusting into and against one another in symphony. I could feel my orgasm starting to build... it was almost painful, but I could tell it was going to be really strong when I came. 

Becca was milking my cock, her tunnel squeezing my phallus and coaxing it towards climax.

"I can feel you getting harder again," she said. Her breathing was becoming labored again. "I can feel you getting ready to cum..."

"Are you gonna cum again?" I asked her as I continued to thrust my cock in and out of her hot pussy.

"Yeah... if I'm not careful, I'm cum before you do... don't... don't stop..." she said as she got shorter and shorter of breath.

"It feels so good fucking your pussy," I told her. "I'm getting close... I'm really close to cumming..."

"Your cock... is... really hard... I want you... to cum for me, baby... cum for me... oh God... I'm gonna cum again... I'm gonna cum on your cock..."

My heart was pounding and my cock was absolutely throbbing... I felt my climax rushing towards me like a stampede of wild mustangs...

"Cum, Becca, cum on my cock..." I felt her pussy begin to spasm on my cock.

"Oh... Oh... I'm cumming... Oh God... fuck me... fuck my pussy... I can feel you starting to cum... oh... cum for me... cum inside me... fill me with your cum... shoot it in me..."

Suddenly, my orgasm crested and I began pumping my semen into Becca. I began to get weak in the knees before the orgasm was finished, and I struggled to continue thrusting until I was spent.

We both collapsed onto the bed. I rolled off of her and pulled her to me. With both of us breathing hard, Becca snuggled into me, our bodies both damp with perspiration.

We lay there for a few minutes, recovering, sharing soft kisses.

Finally, when we had both managed to catch our breath, Becca got up. She told me she had to get to bed, or she'd be worthless at work the next day. 

She took my cock in her mouth and sucked the last bit of my seed from my flaccid member.

"As much cum as you shot inside me, I can't believe you aren't drained," she said.

"I am now," I told her.

She nodded, looking at me. She kissed me and told me good night.

When she got to the bedroom door, she looked back at me.

"We'll have to do this again," she said.

I told her I was looking forward to it.



Circle Ch. 02



The next morning, I woke up and got moving before Carl and Becca. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw her nightgown and wrap sitting where she'd left them when the two of us had gone to my room, which meant she had gone to her bedroom, if not her bed, with her husband, nude, my seed seeping from between her legs. I took a deep breath and wondered quietly to myself if Carl would be as accepting of what had taken place as he had professed he would. 

I walked back to my room to grab my briefcase, and when I walked back into the kitchen, Carl was standing there in his boxers, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"You two had quite a night," he said, looking up at me and smiling.

"Yeah, we did," I admitted, grinning sheepishly. How do you tell one of your best friends that sex with his wife was fantastic?

"Good," he said. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves."

"You sure you're still okay with it?" I asked him. "I don't want it to ruin things between you and me."

He waved a hand, dismissing the notion as he sipped his coffee. "I told you, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get ready for work, too. We'll talk tonight." 

I began digging in the refrigerator as he went to shower and get dressed. As I closed the refrigerator and turned around, I saw Becca standing there, covering herself with her wrap from the night before. 

"Good morning," I said, smiling at her.

"Good morning," she replied. She stood there, holding her wrap closed with one hand and wrapping her other arm around her.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked. I'd hoped it wouldn't be awkward like this.

"Out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow," she said, "and I don't think I moved."

"Good," I said. "I passed out, too... best night's sleep I've had in weeks."

"Really?" she asked. Her arms folded in front of her as she relaxed a little.

"Yeah," I nodded. I decided to bite the bullet and ask the obvious question. "Are we," I swept a hand to indicate her and myself, "are we good? Are we going to be okay? Because this feels really awkward right now..."

"Yeah," she admitted. "It's awkward, I mean." She paused, looking at me and thinking. "Carl knows, obviously, and he seems okay, so... I guess it's just you and me. I just don't want to screw things up here. You know what I mean?"

I nodded. 

"But if everyone's still okay with it, we're fine," she said. 

"Good," I said, hoping things were, in fact, fine. "I gotta go before traffic gets any worse. I'll see you tonight."

"Okay," she said, stepping towards me. "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"

I locked eyes with her as she raised an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her goodbye for the day as she released her hold on the wrap, her hands covering mine, both of us holding the kiss longer than I had originally intended. The kiss wasn't one of passion, but of tender, genuine affection. As we concluded the kiss, I looked down and saw that her wrap had fallen open. I smiled at her as I stepped back from her.

"I like the view," I told her, picking up my briefcase and heading for the door.

"Oh you do, do you? How about this?" she asked, and I turned around in time to see her throw the robe open, and then close it shut quickly as she took off down the hall to take her own shower.

It turned out to be one of the days where I had been first to leave, and I was the last to come home. I got out of my truck, and the aroma of a grill burning caught my nose's attention.

I walked into the house, and immediately realized Carl must be grilling dinner, because the kitchen was quiet, and I couldn't smell anything in the house that could be identified as dinner. I looked into the kitchen on the way to my room, and saw Becca standing next to the sink making a salad. I stopped and watched her for a minute. Her hair was pulled back, showing her delightfully cute ears. She was wearing blue slacks that fit her perfectly, just snug enough to provide a visually appealing outline of her buttocks. 

I think she must have sensed me standing there, because she glanced over at me, smiling as she continued to tear lettuce into a bowl.

"Are you going to just stand there and stare at my ass?"

"I'm sorry," I said, walking into the kitchen. "I didn't mean to stare... I mean I wasn't..."

"Right," she said, turning to face me. "Don't even try that crap with me. You were staring at my ass."

"You have a very nice looking ass," I told her as I walked into the kitchen.

"Don't change the subject," she said. 

"I wasn't changing the subject... we were still talking about your ass," I said, stepping closer to her and kissing her.

She returned my kiss, her hands still resting on the counter. I couldn't tell if she was really upset or not.

"So you think you're being funny," she said, jutting her chin forward and narrowing her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Becca," I said, kissing her again.

"You better be," she said, hugging me as we kissed.

"I guess I have this to look forward to every night?" I asked her.

"Staring at my ass, me chastising you for doing it, or kissing me?"

"I was thinking about kissing you when I get home," I said. Home, temporarily, anyway.

Becca looked up at me. "I didn't realize it was such a chore; kissing me, that is. You seemed to enjoy it last night."

"I was not implying kissing you is unpleasant. I do enjoy kissing you. I'm just still a little fuzzy on where the lines are drawn."

"The lines are pretty clear," she said. "I'm a hottie. I'm horny. I'm married, my husband is very open-minded and willing to let me play. You and I get to take advantage of it." Becca bit her lower lip as she decided what to say next. "I really enjoy kissing. I guess you could say it's the first step in foreplay for me." Her fingers dug into my back. "So... if you want back into my pants, you gotta kiss my lips."

"I can deal with that," I said. I hugged her again, holding her close, feeling her body's warmth. We kissed again, our lips lingering for a moment before parting. I reluctantly released her from our embrace and went to change clothes. 

Dinner that night was sirloin steaks with grilled corn and salad. I've never been mistaken for a wine connoisseur, but the wine we had went really well with the meal.

After dinner, we all sat down in the living room, listening to the stereo and sipping glasses of wine. None of us were intoxicated, but I'm pretty sure we passed the points of our inhibitions being a factor. Becca had changed into shorts, leaving her shirt unbuttoned low enough to reveal she had removed her bra. She sat snuggled next to Carl on the sofa, and her hand absent-mindedly stroked his leg as his hand caressed her breast through the cloth of her shirt.

We talked about the events of the previous night. Carl and Becca had discussed the issue thoroughly between themselves. No one was upset about what had happened. Carl was content with the fact that his wife had shared my bed with me, but had still ended up "coming home to him" at the end of the night, and he had no problems with it being a recurring event. For her part, Becca admitted that she had been really nervous to begin with, but that she had been excited, too, and didn't want what had happened to be a one-time thing. I got the impression I might be with her on a relatively regular basis.

Becca felt the need to clarify a couple of things for the record. First, she said that since we were all consenting adults, anything would be permissible between the two parties as long as both agreed. Second, if any of the parties desired privacy for sex, it would be found only in the respective bedrooms. Anywhere else in the house was an open stage for exhibitionism. She added that the kitchen was included.

While we talked, Carl and Becca sat together, cuddled up on the sofa. He had his arm around her, continuing to caress her breast through the fabric of her shirt. She had her hand resting in his lap. As the discussion progressed, Becca unbuttoned her shirt completely, and exposing herself to both of us, rolled to her side, and I watched as Carl cupped her breast in his hand. Becca either felt Carl's cock getting hard, or she was encouraging his arousal, because her hand began to actively massage his groin. After a few minutes of her doing this, Carl shifted his position, attempting to ease his the discomfort from the confinement of his growing arousal. Becca made no real attempt to be discreet, so it was hard to miss when she unzipped his shorts and snaked her hand inside to free his cock. When she had wrapped her hand around him, Becca began a slow patient cadence of pumping his manhood. Carl pulled her to him in a passionate embrace, locking her into a deep kiss. Their kiss lingered as his hand fondled her breast and as she continued to stroke his cock. I began to get hard myself wondering if they were going to go for it right there on the sofa. 

Without provocation, they released one another from the embrace, Becca got up off the sofa, said she was getting ready for bed and left the room. Carl and I watched her as her shirt flapped open, flashing her tits, and then she walked to their bedroom, her hips swaying as she went. Carl sat there looking flushed, his erection throbbing with each beat of his pulse.

Carl and I sat there awkwardly for a few minutes, making small talk. Tucking his flagging erection back into his shorts, he turned on the TV and we watched the news, discussing our plans for the weekend. He had a golf foursome lined up for Saturday morning and was going to be out of the house by seven a.m. I was supposed to help a couple of guys from the office work on an old car that was being restored, but that wasn't until the afternoon. Becca was supposed to go shopping with a girlfriend.

Becca walked back into the living room, a robe pulled around her body, apparently wearing nothing underneath it. She stopped in front of Carl with her back to me.

"If you are sleeping in bed with me tonight and want some of this," she said, throwing open the robe, "you better come get it now."

"Yes, dear," Carl said. Capitulating to the desire for his wife, he took a deep breath and rose from his seat. 

Becca allowed the robe to sag as she pulled it back to her body, closing it. It had fallen from her shoulders and was held in place around her lower body only by her hands. She was nude from the waist up. Turning, she walked over to me, and leaned over, her breasts swaying unfettered, nipples semi-hard.

"I forgot to kiss you goodnight," she said, letting go of the robe as she put her hands out to brace herself against my chair, touching her lips to mine.

I slid my tongue against hers as her hand dropping into my lap and pressing firmly against my cock through my shorts. 

"Goodnight," she said, her breath warm against my cheek.

"Goodnight," I said, watching as she walked to her bedroom again. 

"It's okay to stare at my ass," Becca said as she stopped in the doorway to her bedroom.

I turned off the remaining lights in the house to get ready for bed. My own cock had gotten hard as a result of the short performance I'd witnessed earlier. I wondered if they would ever actively expose themselves in the act with an obvious audience like that. Aside from photographs and watching adult videos, I had never seen a couple actually having sex. The thought that I might get to watch them excited me. 

I still had to brush my teeth, and that meant a trip down the hall past their bedroom. 

I stole carefully down the hall, striving for each step in the darkness to be silent and undetected. As I arrived at their bedroom, I saw that they had not closed the door, and I stopped momentarily to take in the view. Becca lay on the bed, naked, a pale glow cast on her body from the light of a dim lamp on the night stand. Her nipples stood proudly erect atop her heaving breasts as her hand danced a slow rhythm between her legs. Carl strode into view, his presence preceded by his erect cock jutting from his body. 

Stopping by the night stand, Carl turned off the lamp. Their voices were barely perceptible in the sudden darkness, but I could hear Becca telling Carl to come to her, that she wanted his hard cock inside her. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to hurry my eyes to better vision in the darkness. When I opened them a moment later, I could see Carl's shadow kneeling on the bed beside Becca, her hand stroking his cock as his hand stroked in between her thighs.

I stepped into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me, hoping they wouldn't think I was spying on them. Without turning on the light, I managed to get my teeth brushed, and I once again stepped out into the hallway.

I couldn't resist the temptation, and stopped to look back into their room when I had passed their doorway. Becca was on her hands and knees, and Carl was fucking her from behind. I was once again aware of my cock straining against my shorts, and I reached down, rubbing my own cock. As tempted as I was not to, I waited until I returned to my room before taking off my shorts, freeing my cock. 

I began to slowly stroke the shaft of my cock as I imagined the sight of them fucking while listening to the occasional sounds coming from their room.

A short time later, I could here Becca moaning as they reached their climax. If I could hear them, I realized Carl could easily have heard us the night before. I rolled over and went to sleep thinking about the possibilities.

The next morning, I followed Carl out the door as he left to go play golf. I went for a five mile run, enjoying the cool early morning air. When I got back to the house, I was soaked in sweat, but I felt great.

I walked into the house and headed straight for the kitchen to get some water. As I turned on the sink, Becca stuck her head into the kitchen. She had just come out of the shower and was combing her wet hair.

"You make it hard to stay in bed when you're and moving around early like this," she said.

"It's eight o'clock," I said, looking at my watch.

"I know, but it's Saturday. How am I supposed to sleep in with both of you getting up and moving so early?"

"Sounds like something you need to take up with Carl," I told her, "because I was very quiet when I got up and went out the door."

"He was, too," she said, "but that's not the point. It's the guilt of knowing I'm still in bed, and for no good reason."

"Poor thing," I said. "I am just consumed with sympathy. Do you need a hug?" I leaned towards her, opening my arms.

"No!" she said, taking a step back. "You are hot, sweaty and nasty. If you come any closer, I will beat you with this comb."

I backed up, leaning against the counter. "You know, you can be really mean in the morning," I said, taking a drink of water.

"I can be magnificently sweet, too," she said. "My point right now is, if I wanted a sweaty, bodies all worked up hug, I'd have gone running with you and we could be stripping to go take a shower together. As it is, I've already had my shower, and you really, really need one." 

"Yes, ma'am," I said, dropping my head, and then looking up at her out the corner of my eye.

She gave me a look that said patronizing her was not a profitable venture, then turned and left to go dry her hair. 

I kicked off my shoes and socks, stripped off my shirt and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. As I passed her bedroom door, I saw her reflection in the mirror as she started drying her hair. She had dropped the robe and for a brief moment, I enjoyed the sight of her breasts rising as she raised her arms over her head.

I had just finished rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard her asking me something, but I couldn't tell what she was saying because of the shower. I asked her to repeat her question, and I leaned out of the shower to hear her. Becca stood halfway through the door, asking if I was going anywhere or if I was going to be at home for a while. I took a moment to enjoy the view, as she had not put her robe back on, and told her that I wasn't going anywhere for several hours. She smiled at me, nodded, and shut the door.

I finished showering, dried off and brushed my teeth. I started to head back to my room to get dressed, and decided to ask her if she still needed a hug. I found her in the kitchen, standing at the table, bent over at the waist reading the paper. She wore nothing more than bikini panties that left very little to the imagination, and I could see the outline of her breasts as they hung from her chest.

"I'm staring at your ass again," I told her. "Just thought you would like to know."

"Like what you see?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me and smiling as she wiggled her hips.

I nodded, stepping towards her. I placed my hand on her back and ran it up and down her spine, caressing her. Moving next to, but slightly behind her, I put an arm around her, bent my body to her contour and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek, then burying my nose in her hair. I inhaled the smell of her as my hand caressed her belly. I kissed the back of her head and moved to the side. She dropped her head and swept the hair from her ear, clearing me a path. I kissed the top of her ear, taking it in my lips, then tracing the outline of her ear with my lower lip until I drew her earlobe into my mouth, nibbling it and sucking on it gently. I felt her body stiffen as she took in a deep breath.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at me as she parted her lips with her tongue protruding slightly.

"I owed you a hug," I told her. "You smell good... feel good, too." I stood up and caressed her back, running my hand lightly from her shoulders to her bottom.

"That feels really good," she said. "But I'm warning you, my ears are off limits unless you really want trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" I asked, continuing to rub her back and leaning down to kiss her. I planted my lips lightly on her cheek, my lips tracing a path down to her jaw line.

"Mmmm," she said purring with pleasure. "Trouble like you had the other night. You do remember getting into trouble here in the kitchen, don't you?"

I kissed her upturned lips as she offered them to me, our tongues touching lightly. She knew I remembered. I let my hand drift down to her panty-clad ass, and her cheek filled my hand. My other hand was gainfully employed holding up my towel, which tended to work its way loose on the walk back to my room. Now, though, my cock was beginning to form a tent, straining, as it sought to be free of the restricting confines of the towel. I tried without much success to adjust myself, and decided two hands were better suited to fixing the problem.

Becca looked down as I pulled the towel loose and began to readjust it to accommodate my swelling member.

"Don't bother with the towel," she said, reaching back and putting a hand on mine to stop me as I started to tuck it. "I like seeing you naked, and you'll be able to use both hands." 

I tossed the towel aside as Becca turned back to face the table. I reached for her, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands. I massaged her ass, squeezing the flesh and caressing it. Her ear was still exposed, and I leaned forward and kissed the top of it, then moved down to suck lightly on her ear lobe. Her body tensed and she inhaled deeply.

"I like your ass," I whispered, then licking the outline of her ear. "It feels..."

"Final warning...," Becca said. "There is a direct connection between my ears and other parts of my body, and..."

"What kind of connection to what other parts?" I asked, kissing the top of her ear, reaching around her, and moving a hand up her belly to cup her breast. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wanted to make her tell me.

She was gripping the chair in front of her almost hard enough to turn her knuckles white. She let out a long, slow, controlled breath in an effort to maintain her composure. Becca straightened up, continuing to lean on the chair, and turned her head to face me. I felt her hand reach back and rise under my cock, cupping my balls. Her hand moved up, allowing my balls to settle beneath me as my cock came to rest in her palm. She gently pulled her hand forward, her fingers slowly traveling the underside of my cock. When the head of my penis was resting atop her fingertips, she caught it there, dragging the tip of her middle finger through the slot in the tip of my cock. She moved her hand up, repeating her motion with my cock.




Circle Ch. 02



"I think you know perfectly well exactly what I'm talking about," she said. 

"I want to hear you say it,' I said, looking her in the eyes as we continued to caress each other.

She looked at me, licking her lips slowly, debating what to do. "Kissing and biting and blowing softly in my ears... it's like it sends an electric signal straight to my pussy. It makes me go from calm to out of control if I'm not really focused."

"So you want me to stop?" I asked. It was a question whispered, my breath hot on the edge of her ear as my left hand gently massaged her breast, my right hand stroking her ass. I took her upper ear into my teeth and bit down lightly.

"You're not being nice," she said. I watched as she slid a hand inside her panties, presumably to finger herself. "I'm wet. Really wet. And it's your fault." She shifted her legs to give herself better access. 

"What would you like me to do about it?" I asked as I continued to massage her and traced my tongue along the edge of her ear.

"Oh, you're mean," she said, drawing her breath in sharply as her nipple hardened in my hand. "For starters, peel my panties off of me, and kiss my ass. I can't believe you got me wet like this."

I pushed her panties down off of her hips and she stepped out of them when they reached the floor. I knelt behind her, digging my fingers into the flesh of her behind, pulling it to me and kissing it. I released my handful of flesh and began alternating between nibbles and kisses on her ass cheeks. I pulled back to caress her bottom and watched for a moment as she plunged a finger in and out of her pussy slowly. As her finger paused at the outer edge of her opening, I swatted her with the open flat of my hand, not hard enough to be painful, but to sting just a bit. It had the desired effect. Becca arched her back and had to brace herself as her knees almost buckled.

"Oh..." she moaned. "That's not fair." She turned to face me.

"Should I not have done that?" I asked, looking up at her as my hands caressed her leg. She continued to lean against the table as she gazed at me. I leaned in to kiss her leg. I planted a kiss on her upper thigh, and my lips began to trace their way to her backside, and then work forward. I was holding onto her as I did this and noticed when her hand returned to her womanhood. She was slowly stroking herself with the tip of her finger when I stopped to look up at her.

"Should we find someplace comfortable?" I asked. "I don't want you to lose your balance and fall."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she agreed. "But my balance is fine." 

I stood up and Becca took my hand, leading us into the living room. Turning to face me, she put her arms around my neck, and I pulled her to me with my hands on her hips.

"Did you and Carl talk last night or any other time about the things that really get me hot and turned on?"

"No," I replied. "I'm guessing you like being spanked."

"Not all the time, but yes," she admitted. "It seems to amplify the sensations if I'm being fingered or otherwise manually stimulated at the same time, so when your hand made contact, I jumped, the tip of my finger grazed my clit..."

"And you went weak in the knees," I said, making the connection. She nodded.

"I want you to do it again," she told me.

"Here?" I asked. "In the living room?"

"Yeah," she said. "Carl won't be home until well after lunch, and I wouldn't care if he saw us anyway."

Our eyes held contact. Becca leaned up and kissed me, her lips aggressing against mine, her tongue invading my mouth enough to establish contact and draw me out. I responded to her pulling her body closer to me, filling my hands with her warmth. She moved one of her hands from around my neck and took hold of my cock.

"I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," she told me. "It's something I enjoy, but don't do a lot; showing off, I mean." Her hand pumped my cock. "I don't strip in public or anything like that, but I like being naked in the backyard; I may flash you here in the house; I may show up in your bedroom standing next to your bed to masturbate while you watch. If Carl isn't here or he's already in bed and you see me naked, the odds are really good that I'm horny. Like this morning."

"What were you doing last night?" I asked her as my erection throbbed in her hand.

"When I kissed you good night with my tits exposed and dropped my robe?"

"Yes," I said, then shaking my head. "No, earlier, when the two of you were groping each other. I was kind of surprised to see you open your shirt like that and... You almost went at it right on the sofa."

"It wouldn't have been the first time," she said. "Did it bother you seeing me open my shirt and stroking him? Did I make you uncomfortable exposing my tits and playing with my husband's cock?"

"No. I was kind of disappointed that you didn't go further," I admitted.

"Did your cock get hard?" she asked, a smile on her face as she continued to stroke my cock.

"Yes," I replied, dropping a hand to caress her breast, her nipple hard in my hand.

"I wanted to stand up, strip right here, suck him off and fuck him while you watched, but I wasn't sure how you would react," she said. We kissed again as she rubbed my cock against her belly. "Do you want to watch me get fucked by my husband?"

"Yes," I said. "I want to watch you strip nude and slide your pussy down onto his cock and fuck him."

Becca's eyes were glazing over with lust. She nodded. "I think we can make that happen," she said. She released her hold on my cock and backed away from me. I watched as she dipped a finger between her legs. I could see her loins were flushed with arousal. 

"I am really wet," she said, pulling her finger up to lick the moisture from it. "Do you want a taste?" I did, and she gave me one, sliding her finger between my parted lips. 

"Here's what I want to do right now," she said. "I'm going to get on my knees facing the sofa I'm going to start pleasuring myself again, and when I tell you to, I want you to start spanking me. Swat me like you did earlier, but harder; I'll tell you how to pace it. It's going to involve a good deal of you spanking, kissing and rubbing my ass." Her finger continued to dance across her vaginal lips as she walked to the sofa, got down on her knees and leaned forward bracing herself with her elbow. I stood there for a second, stroking my cock as I enjoyed the site of Becca masturbating, her breasts swaying gently.

I knelt behind her and leaned forward, planting a kiss on each side of her ass. I grasped her hips, gently bit her ass cheek with just enough pressure for it to be felt. The other cheek got the same treatment and I began alternating my attentions between the two sides, trading kisses and gentle bites.

"Can you reach my tits?" she asked. "I want you to play with my tits and pinch my nipples."

I reached around and palmed her swaying breasts. I moved my hands until there was the tiniest bit of friction as her nipples raked my palms, and it had the intended effect of teasing her and causing her to moan. She pled with me to pinch them, so I took her nipples between my thumbs and fingers and rolled them. She moaned again. 

"Spank me; spank my ass," she ordered. I flattened my hand and planted it sharply against her behind. "Harder," she said. "Not like you're actually trying to beat me, but hard enough that it rocks me. I'm getting close to cumming and that will help push me over the edge in a big way. You couldn't see where my hand had made contact with her backside, but I knew that if I did this right, I was going to leave handprints as proof of it.

I spanked her with one hand and she told me to do it a little bit harder. The next swat was harder, and I timed it to arrive as she was almost through with her outward finger thrust.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, that was too hard, wasn't it?"

"No... that was perfect... your timing was great. Just a little harder and find that rhythm and keep it up," she said looking over her shoulder at me.

I let her get settled again. I could see where my hand had left its mark on her rear end. I bent forward and kissed it. I watched her for a moment, and when I thought the timing was on, smacked her other cheek. She grunted and kept her pace. I smacked her again and was rewarded with another groan.

"That's awesome," she said. "Oh, keep spanking me. Smack my ass. It's helping make me cum."

"Good. I want to watch you cum," I told her as I smacked her again. 

Becca moaned again, clearly getting closer. "No," she said. " You... Oh, damn... I'm getting close. You're gonna do more than watch me cum. I want you inside me. I want your hard cock inside me when I cum." Becca was breathing hard. I slowed the pace of my spanking a bit and looked down between her legs. Two fingers were stroking in and out of her pussy. I could see her wetness glistening on her fingers as she played with her swollen, blood engorged sex.

"You are so beautiful," I told her as I stroked my hard cock.

"Thank you...," she said, breathing raggedly. "Oh, Mike... I'm so hot... I'm getting close to cumming... Fuck me... give me your cock... put it in me and fuck me..."

I moved up directly behind her and aimed my cock at her opening. The head of my cock made contact with the spot immediately between the opening of her pussy and her ass and then I pushed forward. Her fingers held her pussy lips open for me, and I slid the head of my penis inside of her. She removed her fingers, and I slowly slid my cock into her, settling a bit more each time before withdrawing almost completely and then thrusting forward again.

"Push all the way in and just hold there for a minute," she told me. 

I buried myself inside her and felt the walls of her pussy hugging my cock within her.

Looking back over her shoulder, Becca said, "I want you to give me one hard smack on each cheek. Hold yourself steady and let me move on your cock. Spank me and let me fuck you."

I did as she asked. As she began to slide forward on my cock, I spanked one side of her ass, then the other. She moaned and told me to do it again. Four more times she told me to spank her, and then she began to thrust her hips back to me in earnest.

"Fuck me, Mike," she said. "Fuck me... I'm about to cum..."

I began thrusting my cock into her, and we fell into a rhythm as our bodies moved together.

Becca threw her arms out and dug her fingers into the cushions of the sofa; she also lost all pretense of rhythm in moving with me as her orgasm began to overtake her.

"I'm cumming... Oh, it feels good... Oh..." Becca moaned as the pleasure flowed through her body. I could feel her pussy contracting as she came. The extra friction was speeding up my own approaching orgasm. 

"Cum, baby," I encouraged her. "Cum on my cock..." I swatted her behind again with the flat of my hand.

"Oh, yes," she hissed as she ground her ass back at me. "Oh, fuck... keep fucking me with your cock... oh, yeah... damnit... cum inside me... fuck my pussy and fill me with your cum..."

I felt the familiar wave of pleasure as it hit, tightening in my balls and then suddenly I lost my rhythm as I was hunched over her, pounding my cock into her with short, desperate thrusts as I pumped my semen into her. 

As the waves of our climax faded, we remained there, slumped over the couch, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Finally, I leaned back and withdrew from her pussy. Looking down at her ass, I could see the red marks where my hands had made their impressions on her flesh. I leaned down and kissed both sides of her behind and then moved back as she attempted to stand up. 

"I think we both need another shower to clean up," she said. "Want to join me?"

I nodded, got up and took her hand as we walked to the bathroom to clean up.

A few nights later, I was afforded the opportunity to watch Carl and Becca. 

Initially, they were merely snuggling together on the sofa, which was not unusual at all. A short time later, though, Becca fished Carl's cock out of his boxers and began stroking him. Without prompting, Becca pulled her shirt off and began to suck him off right there. As she sucked him to full hardness, he caressed and fondled her breasts. When his hand pressed into the waist band of her shorts, she stood up, dropping them and crawled between his knees wearing only her panties to continue his blow job. A few minutes later, she stood up, whispered something in his ear and left the room, supposedly to get ready for bed.

Carl sat there looking very relaxed, his cock standing erect and weaving with the pulsing of his heart.

"She's so fucking hot," he said. "Makes you want to pull your cock out and get off just watching her doesn't it?"

I nodded. My cock was hard. Watching her was arousing, no doubt about it.

We sat there for a few minutes, silently. 

I decided it might be time to turn in, and said good night. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower and wind down.

As I passed Carl and Becca's bedroom, I noticed the bedside lamp was lit, casting a faint glow in the room. Their bathroom door was open and I could hear the water running as Becca presumably got ready for bed and ready for her husband.

When I had finished my shower and came out of the bathroom, all of the lights were out except for the bedside lamp in their bedroom and the kitchen light near my room.

Carl and Becca's bedroom door was wide open, and I glanced quickly inside Carl and Becca's bedroom door, as I walked past. I guessed that Carl must be in the shower, because I could hear it running and I could see Becca laying on the bed, covers turned down. I relaxed the hold on my towel, allowing it to fall away from my body as I lingered there, looking in on her. She had her eyes closed, one hand buried between her legs, one hand massaging a breast. I felt my cock return to hardness as I watched her quietly and patiently pleasuring herself. As much as I wanted to continue watching her, I decided it was best not to and headed for my room. 

I pulled back the covers on my bed and got ready to crawl in. I hadn't put anything on and my cock, hoping for some sort of release, hung semi-erect.

As I reached to turn out the light, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Becca stood in the door way of my room, naked and stroking herself.

"Why did you walk away a minute ago?" she asked as she stepped towards me. Her breasts swayed gently, her nipples hard and erect, red from suckling and being pinched.

"You saw me?" 

"I opened my eyes just in time to see that cute ass of yours walk away from my bedroom. I know you saw me," she said. "I wish you had come on in."

"I don't know if that would have been a good idea...," I said. "The bedroom's are supposed to be privacy zones..." 

Becca put her arms around my neck and brought her body next to mine as she kissed me with her open mouth, her tongue darting forward to find mine.

"If we really want privacy," she said, "we need to close the door. If the door's open..." Becca licked her lips as her meaning sunk in.

Becca reached down between us and grasped my cock.

"Did you get hard watching earlier?" she asked, stroking my cock. I nodded my affirmative reply. She released my cock and it fell against her belly. She placed her hand between her legs for a moment, then raised her hand to my mouth and gently inserted her finger, which was coated with her wetness. I sucked her finger in, savoring her taste. "Come with me," she said, taking my hand. 

She led me back down the hall toward their bedroom. We went into a smaller room across the hall that was used as an office. A chair sat in the shadows, back from the doorway, facing their bedroom.

"Sit here," she told me. "I'm going back to my bed, and I'm going to lay down and start masturbating again. And I want you to watch." Her hand reached down and took hold of my cock, stroking it. "When Carl comes to bed, I'm going to suck his cock, and then I'm going to mount him and we're going to fuck. I want you to watch. I want you to watch us fuck."

"Does he know I'm going to watch?" I asked. My cock throbbed in her hand.

She nodded. "Promise me something," she said. "I want you to enjoy watching us. I might be where I can see you, and I would love to see you masturbating... but don't cum... you'll understand why later."

Becca kissed me and went to her bedroom as I sat down in eager anticipation. She crawled onto her bed and positioned herself, spreading her legs, giving me an excellent view of her pussy as her fingers returned to work. I watched as she plunged a finger between the folds of her sex, slowly moving it in and withdrawing it to trace swirls around and across her clitoris. Her other hand lazily massaged a breast, stimulating a nipple, pinching it and rolling it. I stroked my cock slowly as I watched her writhe in pleasure. Carl stepped into view, stroking his cock as he watched his wife pleasuring herself. He crawled onto the bed next to her, his cock swaying with anticipation.

Carl reached between Becca's legs, placing his hand on top of hers. She withdrew her hand and spread her legs farther as he penetrated her with a finger. He bent down to kiss her. As they kissed, their tongues dancing together in concert, Becca arched her back, Carl pressing his palm down on the crest of her mound as his finger danced within her. Their lips parted and I couldn't hear it, but Becca must have told Carl to give her his cock, because he moved towards her head. Becca raised her head as she opened her mouth wide, allowing him to place his cock between her lips. She took him in slowly, less with the force of trying to suck him in and more with forming a pocket of her mouth to fit around his manhood. She reached up to cup his balls, palming them gently as she began a slow, deliberate movement back and forth on his cock. Carl withdrew his hand from between her legs, closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure his wife was giving him. He reached down, caressing her head, running his fingers through her hair. She continued to fellate him for a while longer, then directed him to lay down.

Carl assumed a prone position on the bed, his erect cock swaying like a snake preparing to strike. Becca maneuvered herself to a position where she knew I'd be able to watch her taking him into her mouth, and she looked over towards me, smiling softly as she noticed me stroking myself. She swept the hair from her face and resumed her oral ministrations. I noticed Carl squirming a bit as his breathing was disturbed by his arousal. Becca continued sucking him, fucking him with her mouth. After a few brief minutes, she let his cock fall from between her lips. She leaned forward, kissing him as he reached beneath her to finger her pussy. They spoke to one another briefly, both of them smiling and sharing a short laugh. Becca shifted her position, turning to face the foot of the bed and straddling Carl. She positioned herself over his cock, taking it in hand and aiming it up at her waiting sex. Becca looked over at me as she swirled the head of his cock in her wetness and then slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him into her depths. When he was all the way into her, his hands grasped her hips, caressing her as she slowly shifted position. Satisfied that she was set how she wanted, Becca began to rock her hips forward and back, focusing her movement on creating pleasurable friction. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the euphoric sensations filtering into her body. Becca raised her hands to her chest, crushing her breasts to her ribcage, then rolling her nipples in her fingers, pulling on them; releasing them and repeating it. She looked over at me as she rose and fell on Carl's cock, smiling as she continued to fuck him, breathing hard and deep. Carl slowly developed a rhythm, thrusting up into her in concert with her movements. I slowed the movement of my hand as I continued stroking my cock, which had begun to ooze precum... she didn't want me to cum for some reason, but she was making it difficult with the erotic sensuality of the display I was watching. 




Circle Ch. 02



Becca groaned, the guttural sound rising from deep within her. She released her breasts, moving her hands down to brace herself on the bed as she altered the angle of her thrusts, causing them to pause momentarily to reestablish their rhythm. I heard Carl mutter something, but couldn't tell what he said. I had no difficulty hearing Becca, however.

"That's it, baby, fuck me with your hard cock... I'm almost there, baby... I can feel it cumming...," she said between breaths. "Yeah... fuck me... oh, I'm gonna cum all over you..."

Becca began raising herself with urgency, thrusting down with more forcefulness.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum... fuck me, baby... I'm starting to cum... Oh... Oh... fill me with your cock... Oh... I'm cumming... Oh, God... I'm cumming... Oh..."

Becca's movements became irregular as her orgasm hit. Carl grasped her hips, thrusting up into her forcefully, burying his cock in her. Becca pushed back against him as he took her deep. She fucked him through her orgasm, continuing to cry out as the euphoria consumed her. Carl suddenly moaned sharply and his thrusts became fitful as he began to spew his seed into her. The two of them continued to move together, slowing; Carl pumping the remnants of his semen into his wife's womb and Becca drawing it out of him. After a few minutes, as they struggled to regain their breathing, Becca pulled her legs from under her and looked over at me, smiling as she lay back against Carl, his arms enveloping her in an embrace; hands covering her breasts. They lay there for a few moments and then Becca rolled over, straddling him. They caressed and held each other, kissing, reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. 

I sat there, unable to move for a moment, caught up in the final, full realization that I had, in fact, watched my friends making love... and that Becca had apparently taken pleasure in watching me stroke myself while I witnessed her riding her husband to orgasm. My cock absolutely throbbed, my balls aching, demanding relief. When her body blocked me from Carl's view, I slowly got up to make my way quietly back to my room, my swollen penis bobbing in front of me. 

I was nearly back to my room when I heard someone behind me. I turned to see Becca stopping a couple of steps away from me; she had trotted down the hall in an attempt to catch up with me. Her hair was disheveled and her breasts still rose and fell with her deep breathing, nipples red and swollen but flattened from her orgasm. We stared at each other for a moment, then she stepped forward, putting one hand around my neck to kiss me and taking hold of my cock with the other. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her to me gently as we kissed. The precum from my cock coated the palm of her hand and she rubbed my cock, spreading it on me. We released our kiss, looking at each other in silence. 

Becca released my cock and took my hand, turning to head to the living room.

"What...," 

She turned to me, covering my mouth with her extended fingers. "Don't talk," she said.

We walked into the living room, and she directed me to sit in the chair. She knelt in front of me, taking my cock in her hand, slowly stroking me.

"Did you enjoy watching us?" she asked. I nodded and she smiled. "I liked doing it with you watching... I liked seeing you stroking your hard cock." She continued to pump my cock as her other hand cupped my balls. She looked down at my throbbing erection, and then looked up at me. "You're really hard; your balls feel full," she said, smiling at me. I nodded, breathing deeply. "Are you ready to cum?" she asked me. I nodded again.

"I'm going to suck you off," she said, my cock filling her hand as she stroked it with purpose. "I'm going to swallow your cock and fuck you with my mouth, and I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. Don't fight it when you're ready, just let it go... fill my mouth and let me drink you."

I nodded. "I don't think it'll take much," I said.

Becca smiled. "I don't care," she said. "I just want to make you cum in my mouth. That's the only thing that concerns me right now. Give me your cock, baby, give me your cock and cum in my mouth." 

She lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock, gently licking the under side of it. Her tongue ran through the slit in the head of my cock, licking the precum oozing our from me.

"You taste sweet," she said.

I just smiled at her as my pulse began to race and my balls began to contract.

My cock disappeared in her mouth and she began to move up and down, her mouth a pocket for my cock, hugging it; her tongue a bed of friction that rubbed my cock with each of her movements. I reached down and swept her hair back from her face. 

Becca lifted her head and looked up at me, smiling as her hand held my cock, wet with her saliva. "I can taste you," she said. "You're oozing out onto my tongue, and I can feel your balls getting ready to release. Give it to me, baby... shoot your cum in my mouth."

She sucked my cock in again and picked up right where she'd left off. I couldn't hold out much longer; I could feel my orgasm building.

"Suck me... suck my cock... yeah... Oh, that feels good... I'm getting really close to cumming, Becca... I'm gonna shoot my cum into your mouth, just like you want..."

I don't know what she did, but she changed how she was doing something, and suddenly, I could feel the rush of my orgasm approaching... and there was no holding it back. She and I both felt it start before the first shot of my cum hit her tongue, so she was ready when I started. I arched my back and gripped the arms of the chair as my sperm flowed out of my cock into her mouth in violent, short spurts. And then I lost it as Becca began sucking in earnest, determined to drain me. She succeeded not only in draining me, but prolonged my orgasm beyond anything I'd ever felt before. She continued pleasuring me for several moments, and then released my cock. I fought for my breath as the pleasure slowly began to fade. Becca remained on her knees, milking my cock, licking up the last of my seed as it leaked from the tip of my rapidly softening phallus.

I was wiped out; sure that I could not stand, much less walk to my room at the moment. 

Becca finally released her hold on my cock and rose up on her knees, bringing her face near mine.

"You gonna live?" she asked, with a smile that indicated she knew exactly the effect she'd had on me.

'I think so," I replied, gazing at her. "Just let me sit here for a few minutes... I'll be fine."

"Okay," she nodded, leaning forward and to the side to kiss me on the cheek.

I took her face in my hands and pulled her lips to mine. 

"You're all over the inside of my mouth," she said. "You sure you want to kiss me now?"

"Yes," I said, planting my lips on hers, pushing my tongue inside her open mouth. I could taste my semen on her tongue, and for a moment, regretted that we had not shared it together. Perhaps another time, I thought to myself.

"It's a shame you won't be hard for a while," she said. "I could very easily be persuaded to fuck again."

"Soon," I said, as she stood up, our hands breaking contact. 

We said goodnight to one another, and I turned to watch her walk to bed. For a moment, I thought I saw another shadow in the hallway, but figured it must have been my imagination.

When I finally got up to go to my room, all of the lights in their end of the house were out. I paused for a moment, though, to listen carefully.

Carl and Becca had not settled down yet, and were going at it again. I left them to their passion, went to my room, and passed out, a very sated man.



Circle Ch. 03



Life was a whirlwind of change. My divorce decree was finally published, signed, and sealed; dry ink and all.

I continued to live with Carl and Becca, not so much because I had nowhere to go, but I was waiting on my company to make a decision on which city I would permanently work out of. I had requested a transfer to the office I'd been working in for most of the last six months. Anticipating approval of the transfer, I began scouting for an apartment. I knew that as much as I enjoyed staying with them, it could not go on indefinitely. If I wanted to actually have a life, I had to get my own place. For the meantime, though, living under their roof continued to have unique benefits.

I continued to enjoy sexual interludes with Becca. Our lovemaking followed no regular schedule, but it was always satisfying. 

Early in the summer, Carl received an assignment at work that sent him out of town for two weeks, leaving me alone in the house with Becca for the duration. 

On Thursday, issues developed that made a late night at the office inevitable. Becca and I had planned on dinner out together that night, and I called her as soon as I realized I would be unable to make it. She sounded a bit disappointed, but said she would see me at home. She emailed me later to say that she and some friends were going out together and she would be home late, so I'd have to fend for myself for dinner.

I grabbed something at the drive thru on the way home. After I finished eating, I took a shower and decided to unwind by reading. As I had the house to myself and I was pretty sure I would be asleep before Becca got home, I didn't bother getting dressed at all, and lay on my bed naked. The book I was reading held my attention, especially during the sparse, but detailed sex scenes that livened it up somewhat. The sex scenes had the generally intended effect, and my cock hardened as I let my mind wander into the fictional world before me. Almost without realizing it, I began to absent-mindedly stroke my cock. The sensations of arousal gained my attention, and I elected to get myself off. I found a stopping point and set the bookmark. I turned on some light music and crawled back onto the bed to achieve my new objective.

I never heard Becca arrive home. She didn't announce her presence, I just suddenly felt it, and opening my eyes, saw her standing in the doorway. I stopped in mid-stroke, my penis throbbing in my hand.

Becca kicked off her shoes inside the doorway and entered the room. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She leaned forward, swept the hair back out of her face and kissed me.

"Don't stop," she said. "Let me watch you."

"You want to watch me masturbate?" I asked her.

She nodded lightly, the movement of her head almost imperceptible. "I want to watch you stroke your cock and get yourself off. And unless you object, I'm going to undress and lay beside you while you do it." She bent down and kissed me again, her lips pulling on mine and her tongue finding its way inside my mouth. 

Becca sat up and began to unbutton her shirt. She walked across the room to the desk, and turning to face me, finished opening her shirt, exposing her bra-clad breasts. She unfastened her pants, and wriggling her body, worked them down past her hips, stepping out of them and hanging them on the back of the chair. Next, she shrugged out of the shirt, draping it on top of the pants. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra. Slipping the straps off of her shoulders, she bent at the waist enough to allow the cups to fall from her breasts. She dropped the bra to the floor as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini panties and peeled them from her hips. 

I had returned my hand to stroking my cock, and I watched with rapt interest as she stood there, massaging her breasts and then walking back towards the bed. Becca crawled onto the bed, bringing her body across mine. As her body straddled me, she purposely dipped her breasts to my mouth. I sucked her nipples in one at a time, alternating and brought my hands up to caress her. She leaned up, making sure to keep herself well above my hard-on. 

"You can suck my tits, but you can only use your hands on your cock. There's no other touching allowed," she said. She guided my hand back to its station and dipped her breasts to my mouth again.

I suckled her tits for a few minutes, during which I saw her begin to finger herself. When her breathing began to deepen, she rolled off of me and onto the bed. She adopted a comfortable position that afforded her a bird's-eye-view of me stimulating myself. She put a hand on my chest and gently caressed me.

"Tell me when you get ready to cum, and I'll let you cum in my mouth," she said. 

I nodded with lust in my eyes as I watched her dip a finger between her legs again. Simply seeing her there was an erotic, sexual stimulus. Watching her pleasure herself only added to it.

I continued to stroke my cock, holding it loosely in my hand, my thumb and forefinger forming a loose circle that rubbed gently around the head of my cock. I could sense my orgasm beginning to build, but still in the distance. Pre-cum appeared on the tip of my cock, and Becca leaned forward, claiming it with her tongue. Pressure began to build in my balls and my cock hardened with impending ejaculation. 

"I'm about to cum," I told Becca.

She maneuvered her body, positioning her head above me. Opening her mouth, she lowered it to me as I aimed my cock between her lips. She replaced my hand with hers and sucked me in and began to receive my cum. I felt my orgasm surge through my body as my cock pumped the semen from my balls. When the surge of my orgasm was past, Becca released my cock from her mouth.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" she asked. I had tasted myself in her mouth before, but at this moment, she was offering to take my semen on her tongue and feed it to me with a kiss. I nodded to her, and she milked my cock for cum. Taking it onto the tip of her tongue, she released my cock and bent forward to kiss me. My mouth opened to receive her, and our tongues made contact, sharing my cum between us.

I lay there as Becca continued to caress my chest. Her nipples were semi-hard. I didn't know if she was at all interested in sex, but decided to ask.

"I think it's your turn," I said.

"You want to watch me, now, is that it?" she asked.

"That or something else. I just thought you might be interested in some pleasure for yourself."

"What kind of "something else" did you have in mind?"

"Would you like me to go down on you?"

"Mmmmm, that would be nice," she said, smiling and moving into a position that would enable me to perform oral sex on her.

I moved between her legs and placed one hand beneath her ass, bringing the other one to her sex. I began to trace gentle circles around her pussy lips, alternating that with teasing the folds of her labia. Leaning in, I began to lick her, slowly getting her wet, first with my saliva and then as she became aroused, her own lubrication. I pressed down gently on the skin surrounding her clitoris, applying subtle pressure as I ran my tongue along the trench of her opening. I dipped my tongue into her, savoring her taste as she began to flood herself with moisture. I locked my mouth over her, pulling on her lips with mine, sucking them in and rolling them between my tongue and my lips. I took my tongue to her clitoris, tracing lazy figure eights and other various shapes around it as she began to breathe ragged and shallow. I looked up at one point, and she had both hands full with her breasts, her nipples hard as she twisted them in euphoria. 

I moved a finger into the center of her sex and gently inserted it. Becca bore down on me as I thrust my finger into her.

"Fuck me with your finger and tongue my clit," she said, breathing a little harder. "Yeah, just like that... a little more and I'm gonna cum."

"Good," I told her. "Cum for me." I resumed doing what she said she needed. 

Becca grabbed handfuls of the sheets and arched her back as her orgasm approached.

"Keep... doing that... Oh... it's starting... it's starting... Oh... Oh... I'm cumming... Oh..." she moaned from deep with in as her orgasm washed over her body.

As her orgasm subsided, she pulled me to kiss her, and we shared the taste of her cum together. 

We lay together for a few minutes, holding each other. A short while later, Becca said it was getting late and that she'd better get to bed. She kissed me goodnight, picked up her clothes and headed for her bedroom. 

I got up and went to the kitchen for some water. When I had finished the glass, I went back to bed.

I think I was almost asleep when I heard her voice.

"Mike?"

"Yeah," I said, rolling over and turning on the bedside lamp.

Becca stood at the threshold of my room. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

I blinked myself wider awake and fixed my eyes on her, bringing her nude form into focus.

"It's not that I can't sleep," she said, taking a step towards me. "I just don't want to sleep alone."

I beckoned her with a wave of my hand and threw back the covers, making space for her on the far side of the bed. She crawled over me and began making herself comfortable. I watched her as she got the pillow set the way she wanted it and laid down, reaching to pull the sheet up. When she stopped moving, she was laying on her side looking at me, the sheet pulled up to just below her breasts.

I rolled to my right, turning the lamp off, and then settled back into the bed. My eyes slowly readjusted to the darkness and we lay there looking at one another.

I shifted, moving a little closer, and reached out, pulling her to me. I leaned up and planted a kiss on her forehead. I felt her arm snake around me as she snuggled her body against mine, her breast crushing against me. We lay there, side by side, holding each other. I raised her chin and kissed her lips, then cradled her head in my hand, holding her to me as my fingers ran through her hair, massaging her scalp. Becca's arm caressed my back. 

I felt my cock begin to harden as I held her against me. It wasn't out of a desire to take her as much as it was merely an effect of her being there with me, naked against me and the affection that I had for her.

She raised up onto an elbow and drew her face to mine. Looking into my eyes, she stroked my cheek with her fingers, bringing her mouth to kiss me. Our lips danced a private recital, our tongues standing in supporting roles. Becca brought a leg up, pushing it between mine, opening herself. As she did this, the sheet pulled away and exposed her enough that I was able to reach down and caress her hip, running my hand the length of her body, tracing the outline of her breast.

Our lips parted and Becca looked at me with eyes wide open. Both of us were breathing a little harder than we had been.

"You know this is probably the only time we'll ever share a bed together like this," she said. "Probably the only time we can sleep together in every sense of the word.'

"I know," I nodded. It was an intoxicating thought.

"Do you want me?" she asked, laying back enough for me to look down at her. Her beautifully contoured breast rose and fell, crowned with a semi-erect nipple, and I could see the shadow between her legs, where her sex no doubt grew moist with arousal. She reached over and took hold of my cock, which was almost completely hard. "Do you want to make love to me before we go to sleep?"

"I do," I said, cradling her breast in my hand and taking her into my mouth, feeling her nipple harden against my tongue. 

As I suckled her breasts, Becca began fingering herself. She brought my hand down to her pussy, and guided me to caressing her sex. Her womanhood was wet with anticipation. 

"I want you inside me," she said, pulling me to her. I shifted my body, moving between her legs, my cock swaying in front of me. 

Becca spread her legs to receive me. As I positioned myself to mount her, it occurred to me, that though we'd been intimate more than a dozen times, we'd never had sex in the missionary position. She reached up, taking my cock in her hand and pulling it to her.

"Let me do this," she said, swirling the head of my cock in the opening of her pussy, coating me with her body's lubrication, using my cock to stimulate herself. I settled over her, anticipating my penis penetrating her.

She centered the head of my cock in her opening and grabbed my hips, pulling me to her. I slowly leaned forward, thrusting into her gradually, not quite all the way, then withdrawing, easing in a little further, pulling out again and repeating until I was buried to the hilt in her sex.

We began a slow steady rocking motion. She initially fought it as I tried to pull almost all the way out before sinking in again, but then the head of my cock hit the right friction spot for both of us, and then she understood exactly what I was doing.  

"Your hard cock feels so good in me,' she said huskily. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with your hard cock."

"I am, baby." I replied, my breathing labored. "I'm gonna fuck you and cum inside you."

Becca told me she wanted to change positions, so I pulled out of her and moved as she rolled onto her side. 

"Lay down behind me," she said, raising her topmost leg. I lay down behind her, my cock slapping against my belly. Becca reached behind her and took hold of my cock. She contorted herself to where it almost appeared she was bent over, and pulled my cock into her from behind.

Somewhat clumsily at first, we found an ungainly, yet stimulating method of thrusting against one another that brought a whole new range of sensory responses into play. Becca moved my hand from her hip to cup her breast and guided me into pinching and rolling her nipple as we fucked. 

She masturbated herself as we rocked together and as I continued to fondle her breast. 

I felt her movements become more deliberate and filled with purpose; her orgasm was approaching. As Becca began the early stages of cumming, she squeezed all of her muscles together, and the sensation on my cock was nearly indescribable. I felt my own orgasm rapidly approaching, and began thrusting more rapidly, building the pleasureable, purposed friction.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," I told her. "I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum..."

"Do it," she said. "Cum... cum inside me... Unnnnhhhh..."

I began cumming, and she groaned as I thrust into her deeply and with desperation, emptying myself into her. She shuddered for a few seconds, panting and out of breath. 

When I tried to move, she reached back and bade me be still. She pushed herself back against me.

"Don't pull out of me," she said. "Lay there and hold me. When you get soft and fall out, that's fine, but for now, just hold me."

I bent my head down enough to kiss her naked shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her. She again took my hand and placed it on her breast, covering my hand with her own. I felt each rise and fall of her chest.

As we both came down from our sex induced euphoric high, we let the night overtake us, and we drifted off to sleep.



Circle Ch. 04



As the 4th of July approached, we all prepared to enjoy a long weekend. Cooking on the grill in the backyard, watching fireworks and lounging around were high on the agenda. 

On Wednesday evening, Becca came skipping into the living room, her breasts bouncing beneath her shirt as she hopped up and down with excitement

"You won't believe who's coming to see us!" she exclaimed.

"Who?" said Carl, eyebrows raised in curiosity. 

"Kate," Becca replied. "She's got business in Dallas next week, and I convinced her to come stay with us for the weekend." Becca positively glowed with excitement.

"Where's she going to sleep?" Carl asked.

"I don't know," she said, waving her arms in the air wildly. "We've got the roll away, the couch; we'll think of something. Don't be a wet blanket."

"She can take my bed," I offered. "I can sleep on the couch or the roll away."

"No," Carl said, shaking his head, "you're not going to cough up your bed for her to sleep in. We'll think of something else."

"Here's an idea," Becca said, looking at Carl somewhat crossly and folding her arms, "she can sleep with us in our bed, and if it gets crowded, you can go to the rollaway, or the couch."

Becca turned and stormed out of the room. 

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Kate is a friend of hers that she's known forever; they went to school together. High school, parts of junior high, I think two or three years of college," Carl said.

"Three and a half years of college, actually," Becca said, stepping back into the room and dropping onto the sofa while continuing to stare at her husband. "And the only reason you don't like to see her coming is that she pays more attention to me than to you."

"Sweetheart," Carl said, leaning over to lay his head against Becca's folded arms, "I love to see her cumming... you know that." He let the open innuendo float in the air like the smoke ring from a cigar. "I just wish we could have a little more notice, that's all."

"In case you're wondering what we're really arguing about," she said, turning to face me, "Carl suffers from pussy envy."

I had to laugh. "Pussy envy? I've never heard of that before."

"It's a very rare disease," Carl chimed in, "often misdiagnosed and mistaken for a host of other imaginary and perceived maladies." He looked back at his wife.

"Some of the symptoms include patronizing your wife," she said, holding up a hand to count on her fingers. "Not unlike what you're doing now. Umm, there's being unreasonable about even the simplest of things, like where she should sleep. And most importantly, there is the undeniable and equally inexplicable jealousy based solely on the fact that you have male genitalia and not female genitalia."

I got up to leave the room. No, I was going to leave the house -- this was getting ugly.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm leaving, to allow you two to duke this out in peace," I said. "I don't need to be here for this."

"Sit down," Becca said, waving me back to my seat. "I'm just venting."

"We always wind each other up a bit when she comes to visit," Carl said.

"No, we do not," Becca countered. Her eyes met Carl's. "Okay, we do get a bit wound up. I get wound up a bit."

"You get really wound up." Carl looked over at me. The look on his face was more 'See what I have to deal with' than 'I told you so.' He looked back at Becca. "Do you want to tell him, or shall I?" he asked her.

"Do I need to find someplace to stay for the weekend?" I asked.

Becca shook her head. "No." She took a deep breath. "Okay. Listen carefully..." I was genuinely curious; I'd never seen Becca like this before.

"Kate's bi. At least with me and two or three other women we both know. She's actually straight, but... when we haven't seen each other for a long time, it's usually pretty intense when we first get together." Becca continued to explain, telling me that she and Kate had discovered their mutual infatuation for one another the summer before they began college. They had been roommates for two years in college and shared a bond that made them as strong as sisters.

"And I really shouldn't say Carl has pussy envy. After she and I have had some really good alone time together, she's not in the least bit shy about fucking him," Becca admitted. She exhaled and relaxed, leaning into her husband as he wrapped his arms around her.

"This is true," Carl said, a sly grin on his face as he hugged his wife.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Carl and I went to the store for the final weekend food run and Becca began making her own weekend plans.

FRIDAY was almost a waste of a day at the office. Operations started closing down shortly after lunch, and the office was supposed to be closed at least two hours earlier than normal. Monday was the actual holiday, so we were headed into a long three day weekend. The one drawback was some online research that had to be done. I thought homework was behind me when I left college... wrong again.

When I got home, I saw a different car in the driveway, and figured Kate had arrived earlier than expected. I walked in and the only sounds I heard were music playing softly from the stereo and the shower running. 

I walked into my room and saw Kate's luggage sitting there. I figured I would in fact be sleeping on the couch. If that was the biggest problem I faced all weekend, I was going to be fine; I'd slept in far worse conditions, in much less favorable places.

I sat my laptop on the kitchen table and went to pull a book to check something while it was booting up. Book in hand, I had my nose buried in the pages as I walked out of my room and back into the kitchen. Something caught my attention in my peripheral vision, and I looked up just in time to avoid colliding with Kate, who was every bit as startled as I was.

Kate involuntarily took a step back to keep from bumping into me. She had been in the shower, and stood before me completely naked, with wet hair, fumbling to hold a towel in front of her. For the most part, she succeeded in covering herself. I caught only the briefest of a glimpse of one of her almost rose hued nipples, hard and erect, sitting atop her breast. Her hair was shoulder length and blonde with a hint of red to it. Her brown eyes were engaging. She stood almost the same exact height as Becca. Taking a good hard look at her, it was uncanny how much they actually looked alike. Except for the length of their hair, and a slight difference in the shading, they could easily be mistaken, one for the other, at a distance. 

"I'm staring...," I said, "and... I'll stop staring now. Sorry." I took another step back.

She laughed. "I don't mind," she said. "If you're staring, it means I'm either hideously ugly and revolting or you find me attractive. I'm hoping the latter." She finally established positive control of the towel across her body, securing it against the top of her body with an arm across her chest. She hadn't wrapped the towel around her, and my eyes wandered, taking in the curves of exposed flesh at her shoulders and hips, stopping again when I locked eyes with her. She continued to hold the towel in place, while running a hand through her wet hair.

I nodded, smiling with a little embarrassment. "You are very attractive... not revolting at all." We continued to stare at each other. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm Mike and you must be Kate."

"I am," she said, nodding. "So you're the other man in Becca's life. I've heard a lot about you."

"That's me," I said. "But, I should be in an apartment by the end of the month and Carl and Becca can resume life without my invasive, interfering presence." I took another small step back, giving the space she would need to go to my room without feeling like I was pressing in on her.

"I'll let you get dressed."

"You don't want to see me run around naked?" she asked, walking out of the kitchen and into my room.

"If that's what you want to do, I certainly won't complain," I replied, looking her direction. I caught a good look of her beautiful backside as she tossed the towel aside to put clothes on. She turned to face her luggage, raising her arms to run her hands through her hair as she squatted down, affording me a brief, full view of her nude silhouette. I quickly turned my head back to my computer as she looked my direction, but I knew I'd been caught looking. 

I got my computer searching for a couple of the sites I needed to review for my project, and went back to the book.

Kate stepped back into the kitchen, wearing shorts, but holding a t-shirt against her chest. She draped her towel over a chair, and with practiced skill, snaked her upper body into the shirt while keeping her breasts covered at the same time.

"When is Becca supposed to get home?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said, a little surprised that Kate didn't know either. "She's usually home no later than five-fifteen, I think. I don't know if the holiday weekend will move that up or not."

"She didn't tell me you'd be here so early this afternoon," Kate said, moving towards the refrigerator.

"My office shut down early for the weekend," I told her. "They made sure to tell us not to get used to it."

"Wine?" Kate asked, pulling a bottle from the freezer. Noticing the confused look on my face, she shook her head. "I put this up here to put a chill on it before I got in the shower."

"Sure, I'll take a glass," I told her. 

She poured us each a glass, walked over and sat down at the table beside me.

"Cheers," she said, clinking our glasses and each taking a drink. 

We talked for awhile about our respective jobs. She, too, spent a good deal of time on the road for work, but actually operated out of her assigned office most of the time.

"I can't imagine... literally living out of a suitcase week after week like that," she said, after I told her that most of the previous three years had involved me being in a different city every week until I'd received my recent transfer.

"You get used to it," I told her. "After a while, you even develop certain ways of packing that make it easier to deal with.'

"Yeah, me, too, but still...," she took a sip from her glass. She brought her hand down on the table, knocking on it with her knuckles. "I want to hear how you ended up here. How do you know Carl and Becca?"

"Carl and I were in the Army together, bonded through common, shared suffering... bad meals, sleeping on the dropped ramps or cold, cramped floors of tracked vehicles, loud barracks..."

"Chasing women?" Kate asked.

"Some of that, too," I admitted. "We got out about the same time. He met Becca before we got out, but, for whatever reason, I didn't meet her until last year when I was working up here, commuting every week. I went to dinner with them one night. A couple of weeks later, they invited me to stay here."

"And the rest is history, as they say," Kate said. 

"Yeah. Becca said the two of you go all the way back to junior high."

"A long way back," she nodded. "Best friend I've got. She's the sister that I never had, and I have a sister. How crazy is that? But, I live in Houston, she lives here, so we keep the cell phone company and email providers gainfully employed staying in touch." Kate reached for the wine bottle and poured herself another glass. 

"In fact," Kate said, looking at me, her eyes lighting up, "you remember the first night you slept with her, she was talking on the phone when the two of you started flirting and kissing and groping..."

"She was talking to you?" I asked.

"Yes, she was," Kate said. "And she never tries to get off the phone the way she did that night. I figured Carl was all over her, but when I grilled her for details the next day," Kate paused, laughing, "I was pleasantly surprised to find that my little sister had herself a new lover."

"Little sister?"

"My birthday is a couple of months before hers," she explained. "We kid each other about it. She calls me an old woman, and I call her my baby sister."

"Well, if you want my opinion, you don't look a day over twenty-five," I said. I now knew for a fact that she was twenty-nine.

"Are you hitting on me?" she asked, smiling, a twinkle in her eye.

"No," I said, laughing. It wasn't out of the question, though.

"Probably a good thing," she said, "Becca might get jealous." She dipped a finger into her glass, brought the finger to her lips and sucked it in. 

We heard the front door open and close. I looked at my watch; it was a few minutes before four o'clock. Becca walked into the kitchen.

Both women screamed, and Kate nearly knocked over her glass and her chair getting up. They locked one another in a deep, hard embrace. They released their hold on one another and kissed, their lips melting together. They separated from one another, continuing to hold hands, Becca breathing heavy.

"I see you two met already," Becca said, smiling nervously.

I nodded as Kate answered. 

"We almost bumped into each other, literally. I had just stepped out of the shower and Mike almost got a real eyeful." 

I nodded again, my own smile somewhat on edge.

"We've been sitting here talking," I said.

"I was just telling him that you and I were on the phone together the night you and he first slept together," Kate said.

"I can't believe you told him that!" Becca said. She leaned over and kissed me. "I can see now this is going to be an interesting weekend."

"Why would this weekend be different from any other?" I asked.

The silence hung in the air.

"No reason, I guess," Becca said. Then changing the subject, "Can we shuffle the cars around; get mine in the garage?"

I nodded and we went to move the cars. As I opened the door to get into my truck, Becca grabbed my arm. 

"Were you serious last night about letting her sleep in your bed?" she asked.

"Letting her sleep there and me going to the couch? Yeah. It's not that big a deal," I said.

"Thanks," she said, squeezing my hand.

When we came back in, Kate was in the living room looking through the CD collection. 

"I dropped my luggage in the room by the kitchen. I hope that's okay," she said.

"That's fine," Becca said. "Mike volunteered to go to the couch for you to sleep there."

Kate looked up. "Oh, I..." She was at a loss for words for a second. "I saw the freshly made bed and assumed that... I'm sorry, I..."

"It's not an issue," I interrupted. "We worked it out last night. I'm going to sleep on the couch; you get the bed."

"I'm not gonna bump you to the couch," Kate said. "I can sleep there."

"It's a done deal," I told her. "You get the bed; I take the couch."

"I am going to change clothes," Becca said, turning and heading to her bedroom.

Kate stood looking at me. "So you're willing to give up your bed for me to sleep in?"

"It's not that big a deal," I said. "They consider me family here, and I'm just doing what little I can to help take care of a guest."

"Sweetie, by that yardstick, I've been family for a long time here myself. I appreciate it," Kate said, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "Your noble gesture will not go unrewarded. I'll make it up to you."

"Not necessary," I said.

"I know," Kate said, tilting her head and smiling at me softly. 

We both turned our heads to look at Becca as she walked into the living room. She had removed her pants and shirt, and now stood wearing only her bra and panties. She stepped toward Kate, reaching behind her as she did so, and unhooking her bra. She leaned forward to kiss Kate, her bra falling from her shoulders to the floor. As their lips joined, and parted again before rejoining, I watched their tongues dance together. Becca ran a hand down Kate's back in soft caress, and as the kiss prolonged, Kate reached up and filled one of her hands with Becca's breast. Becca reached down and took Kate's other hand in hers and stood up. Together, they headed to Becca's bedroom.

I sat there smiling to myself. I walked back to the kitchen. I sat down at the table to resume my research. I heard mumbling coming from the back bedroom, and my curiosity got the better of me.

I slipped my shoes off and stepped with slow, deliberate footfalls down the hall, stopping at the doorway. With great caution, I slowly peered into the bedroom, gradually taking more of the room into my view. Their clothing lay on the floor inside the doorway. My first glimpse of Becca was the top of her head as it rolled on a pillow. Looking further in, I saw that she was lying on her back, hands clutching her breasts. Her knees were bent, her feet spread apart to accommodate Kate, who lay between Becca's legs, pleasuring her. Kate was not laying flat; she had her right leg drawn up to her, and with her hands underneath Becca's bottom, holding her. 

I stood there watching for a few minutes. The view was intoxicating, but I wasn't focused on becoming aroused. I was an observer of an erotic moment not meant for me, and I began to feel like I was intruding. I could tell from watching Becca that she was getting close to cumming. I watched as she shuddered through her orgasm, tugging on the sheets and moaning. As Becca's climax faded, I watched Kate crawl up beside her, breasts crowned with erect nipples. Becca opened her eyes, and held her arms wide to receive her lover. She caught me out of the corner of her eye. Becca smiled briefly, shifting to kiss Kate as she fell into her arms. I made the decision to back away, and returned to the kitchen. I heard soft laughter a few moments later.

I continued to hear sounds of amusement and pleasure come from the back room. A short time later, Carl arrived home. He walked in, his hands full with bags of food from the local Chinese kitchen. Dinner was all but served.

"I see Kate arrived?" A question posed; the answer already known, but Carl didn't know how long she'd been there.

"Yes, she did," I replied. "Sometime early this afternoon, in fact."

"And the two of them are?..."

"They are... and have been nearly an hour," I said, looking up at him.

"That's actually a good thing,' Carl said, smiling and sitting down across from me. "They typically go off by themselves, completely alone for awhile. When they come back, things pretty well return to normal."

Carl and I began to get the table ready for dinner. A few minutes later, Becca walked into the kitchen, Kate following closely behind her. Becca kissed her husband hello, and busied herself at the refrigerator, getting drinks ready for dinner. Kate grabbed Carl, hugging him tightly and then kissing him. Becca bumped into me, on purpose.

"You're bad," she whispered into my ear. "But that's okay." She blew softly into my ear, sending electricity through my body.

We sat down to dinner. I listened to most of the conversation as they caught up on recent events and reminisced about past experiences.

After dinner, we moved to the living room. The conversation continued late into the night as we enjoyed one another's company. 

Kate finally mentioned the fact that she should probably get to bed, since she'd been up since well before dawn. Carl said he, too, needed to get to bed, since he had golf scheduled for the next morning. As we began to make preparations for sleeping, Becca got me a pillow and a blanket, and I was all but set for the night.

I went to take a shower. Halfway through my shower, I realized I hadn't grabbed any clothes. Normally not even an issue, I figured it wouldn't be that big a deal for me to walk into my own room wearing a towel to get some clothes. I figured Kate would be asleep, and I could be very quiet. She'd never know I'd been in the room.

I opened the bathroom door and turned out the light. Becca appeared in the doorway of her bedroom, wearing her robe loosely draped on her body. 

"Feeling neglected yet?" she asked as Carl stepped up behind her, naked.




Circle Ch. 04



"No, not yet," I said, watching as Carl hugged her to him. He swept the hair from her ear and bit down on it. I smiled knowingly as I watched her flush and inhale sharply. Carl's hands lifted the robe from her shoulders and pulled it back as she shrugged out of it. 

"Good night," I said, taking a step towards my room. Becca caught my hand and stopped me long enough to kiss me. Carl pulled her other hand, drawing her to bed, his erect cock declaring his intentions.

She released my hand, following her husband to bed and I headed towards my own room to find some clothes.

Kate lay in bed, with the lamp on, reading a magazine. She had the covers pulled up to just beneath her breasts. She looked up as I walked in, but made no effort to cover herself. 

I apologized for intruding and began my short excavation for clothes.

"Don't mention it," she said. "After all, this is your room, and if I was that concerned, I should have worn something to bed or closed the door."

I figured that Becca had told her about me watching them. I found what I was looking for and stood up to leave, telling her goodnight.

"Wait," she said as I was almost through the threshold of the doorway. I stopped and turned around. She had rolled over facing me. "First, you've seen me naked. It only seems fair that I get to see you."

I hesitated for a moment, then dropped the towel and walked toward the bed. She scooted back on the bed making room for me. I sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.

"Second, I told you I'd make it up to you, offering to give up your bed for me to sleep in. It's not fair to make you sleep on the couch. I know a lot of men that would have been oh, so willing to make room in their bed for me so I would sleep with them. But you were being a genuine gentleman. I like that... to a point. So, unless you just really don't want to be in bed with me...," her voice trailed off.

"You don't bite, do you?" I asked.

"Not hard," she replied, smiling. She threw back the sheets for me to crawl into bed, enabling me to get a good look at her body.

I rolled over to face her, leaning on an elbow. She threw the bedcovers over me just enough to cover my hip, leaving my cock visible to her in the shadow of the linens. She made no effort to cover up, but laid back, raising her arms over her head, stretching.

"Did you enjoy watching this afternoon?" she asked.

I admitted that I had enjoyed it.

"Did you get excited? Becca said you stayed fully dressed the entire time."

"No, it was arousing on a different level... it was like I was watching a work of living, breathing art. Maybe if I'd been naked and on the bed with you..."

She laughed. "That usually works for Carl, too. I'll admit, though, after everything she's told me about you, I kind of expected you to be a little more aggressive."

"I don't like to assume things," I told her. "It generally helps cut down on the potential for embarrassment."

She nodded, licking her lips. "And now that you're in bed with me?"

"I figure if you didn't want me in bed with you, you wouldn't have invited me," I said.

"I like the way you're thinking," she said, rolling towards me. "What do we do now that we're in bed together?"

"Actually, I can think of several things. I'm guessing you're not nearly as tired as you said you were," I said, moving towards her. I placed a hand on her ribcage and caressed her gently, leaning in to kiss her.

"That would be a good guess," she said as our lips met. She shifted her body again, bringing herself closer to me. 

I moved to meet her, pulling our bodies together, running a hand down her side. My hand traveled down past her hip, and she placed one of her legs over me. She pushed herself up and rolled on top of me.

She leaned forward, offering her breasts to me, and I kissed and suckled them in turn, feeling the nipples swell to full hardness against my tongue. She braced herself with one hand as reached beneath her with the other and positioned my cock so that it was flat against me, centered straight between her legs. As she started to lower herself against me, she suddenly stopped.

"What was that sound?" she asked.

I released her nipple from my lips and listened. I hadn't heard anything, and the house was stone silent.

Then, I heard it, faintly, but it was there.

Kate smiled as she, too, realized what it was. With their bedroom door open, the house quiet and still, the sounds of Carl and Becca's lovemaking were loud enough to be heard.

"They're having sex right now," she said, excited by the realization.

"They were headed that direction when I came in here," I said.

"Come on," Kate said, rolling off of me, "let's go watch from the doorway."

We stole quietly down the hallway, Kate walking just in front of me. There was just enough light to watch her backside move seductively as we made our way, stopping just at the edge of the doorway. Kate edged just far enough forward that I could easily see past her shoulder as we stood there, and she reached back, pulling me close to her, my erect cock pressing into the small of her back.

I wrapped my armss around her, and she guided my hands to her breasts before reaching down to stroke herself as we watched Carl and Becca making love, illuminated by the light of a very faint bedside lamp. Becca's rear end was raised up on pillows, and Carl was on his knees, fucking her in a modified missionary position. Becca was laid back with her hands massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, and a look of pure pleasure on her face as her husband slowly and deliberately thrust his cock into her pussy. Carl maintained his rhythm, bending forward to kiss her, then raising up to refocus his efforts.

Kate squeezed my hands to her chest and inhaled deeply, then letting the breath out slowly. I leaned forward and nibbled on her ear, then whispered, "Let's leave them alone and go back to bed."

She followed close behind me until we got to the kitchen, where I turned off the remaining light, then reentering my room.

Kate crawled onto the bed, waiting for me, fingers slowly masturbating her sex. My cock was still hard, aroused by both the sight I'd just witnessed and the strawberry blonde beauty before me.

I crawled onto the bed, and Kate waited as I got comfortable. She straddled me as she had earlier, but this time was different. Her need was now focused, and she once again lined up my cock, lengthwise against the slit of her sex, pressing herself down against me. She then drew her pussy up and down the length of my erection, coating me with her lubrication as well as stimulating herself. With her center immediately above the head of my cock, she expertly circled her pussy over me, giving herself the stimulation she needed and wanted, driving me absolutely wild at the same time. I flexed my cock against her, hoping to gain entry.

"Patience, baby, patience...," she said, "I'm almost ready..." I was thoroughly enjoying watching her bring herself closer to orgasm.

She leaned forward, bracing herself as she shifted, perfecting the angle of her movement, rolling her hips forward to rub her clit against the length of my shaft. Her breathing had deepened considerably, and I could feel her body begin to tremble, heralding the arrival of her orgasm. 

"I'm... cumming...," she gasped, continuing to slide against me. "Oh, God... I'm... I'm... unnnnhh..." Kate raised up ever so slightly as she slid even further forward, allowing my cock to rise into position. She quickly reached down, spreading her lips, and impaling herself on me, collapsed against my chest, breathing hard and smiling. "Damn, that was good," she said, kissing me. "Don't do anything. Let me just sit here with you inside me. Give me a minute to catch my breath," she said.

I lay there, my hands resting on her thighs. Reaching up, I brushed the hair back from her face, kissing her. She tilted and raised her head, offering her lips to me.

Kate shifted her body position again, and began to ride my cock. As she fell against me, I thrust up into her, not sharply, but firmly, holding it, applying extra pressure against her clit and pussy.

"Oh, do that again. That felt really good," she said, smiling, and grabbing my hands. We interlocked fingers and she met my thrust upward with her own downward pressure. 

"Ohhh... I can't do that right now," she said. "I'm still wired up from my orgasm. Let me fuck you and I want you to press into me like that when you cum," she said, releasing my hands so she could support herself as she began to bring herself further up on my cock, stroking me longer and deeper into her depths.

I strained to meet her rhythm, and soon we were moving in concert. After a few minutes of this, and when I'd begun to feel my orgasm building, she stopped her motion abruptly, bringing herself almost all the way off of my cock, clenching her muscles as she slowly drew herself up the length of my shaft, almost allowing the head of my cock to fall out of her pussy. I felt a familiar tingle in my cock that nearly took my breath away as I moaned.

"You like that?" she asked, smiling as she shook, both from the effort and the sensation as she slowly lowered herself, continuing to squeeze my cock with her pussy.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "That feels fantastic."

"How long do you think you can last with me doing that?" she asked, obviously enjoying the effect she was having on both of us.

"Oh... not very... long...," I struggled to speak through gritted teeth, my breathing rattled by the pleasure I was enjoying. "I'm getting really... really close to cumming..."

"Let me help you," she said, closing her eyes and picking up the pace a little bit, causing the approach of my orgasm to speed up dramatically.

"Unnnhhh...," I arched my back, trying to help my orgasm along, my hands grabbing for her hips. "I'm starting to cum..."

"Cum, baby..." she said through clenched teeth. "Fuck me... yeah, that's it... oh..."

I felt my climax begin as I thrust into her, pulling down onto me, needing to fill her with my cum.

Kate bent her head forward as she focused on getting off a second time, and I held her down against me, pushing into her as she ground herself against me.

"Oh," she said, "give me just a..." 

I brought my hips down and then thrust up into her, grinding against her as my cock began to spew into her pussy. I repeated my upward thrusting motion more with steady pressure than rapid force, and suddenly Kate lost control, her body shaking momentarily with the moment, then picking up a thrusting motion again for a couple of seconds, then shuddering again.

"Ohhhh...," she moaned, collapsing against me. I wrapped my arms around her, running my fingers up and down her back, caressing her. I took hold of her ass in my hands and thrust up into her slowly, gently.

Kate moaned. "You can't be ready to go again already," she said, gasping. 

"No," I admitted, and relaxed, content to lay there with her in my arms.

We lay there together with her on top of me like that for a while, and she finally moved to roll off of me, afraid to stay in the same position much longer, lest she get really stiff.

She collapsed on the bed next to me, raising up only long enough to pull the sheet up over both of us. Kate leaned towards me, kissing me tentatively. I kissed her back, cradling her face in my hand, and drew her to me, resting her against me, and we drifted off to sleep.

THE next morning, we all got up feeling well-rested, having fallen asleep completely spent and relaxed. Carl had departed early, as usual, for his Saturday golf outing. 

Kate and Becca took their showers quickly, pledging they would try to save me some hot water. They succeeded, but just barely, as the hot water zeroed out just as I was wrapping up my shower. I came out of the bathroom to the sound of giggling coming from Carl and Becca's bedroom. 

I looked in and saw Kate and Becca lying on the bed naked together. They were both hugging pillows rolled up beneath them, with Becca actually laying more on her side than her belly. Kate, on the other hand, was laying face down, her beautiful bottom facing the ceiling. Kate looked toward the door, saw me and waved me toward them.

"Get over here," she said, patting a spot on the bed beside her. 

I dropped the towel and crawled onto the bed next to her, planting a trail of kisses on her, starting at her ass and working my way to her head, finally kissing her on the lips. Not wanting to be left out, Becca leaned over and kissed me as well.

"We have a proposition for you," Kate said. Becca nudged her, smiling as a flush rose to her face. "I have a proposition for you," Kate said, correcting herself, and looking over her shoulder at me. 

"Becca and I have been talking," she said. "Tonight, I want to have sex with you and Carl at the same time."

My eyes were wide open and she had my full, undivided attention.

"You interested?"

I nodded. 

"Good," she said, kissing me. "I don't necessarily have a specific plan in mind, I'm just gonna see what I can get started and see where it goes from there. The only thing I will say for sure is that I want both of your cocks at the same time, one way or the other."

"I think we can make that happen," I said, my head spinning. The closest Carl, Becca and I had gotten to that were the times she'd gotten up immediately after fucking Carl to come suck me off.

"And now, because she'll be watching tonight, I'm going to pay some special attention to Miss Becca. You're welcome to help," Kate said, moving toward Becca, who had actually rolled onto her back, spreading her legs for Kate to feast upon her. I moved forward and smothered her face, neck, ears and torso in kisses. I brought her nipples to hardness in my mouth as Kate made love to her pussy with her lips and tongue. Becca pulled my face to hers, and we shared soft, tender passioned kisses. When Becca's orgasm came, she shuddered, her body spasming gently, and then she relaxed, as though a great pressure had been released. I got up from the bed, leaving the two women to lay together.

THAT night, after dinner, Carl and Kate sat together on the couch, beginning to focus their attention on one another. I started to sit down in the chair close to them, but Becca took my hand, leading me out of the living room as Kate and Carl began to kiss, their hands exploring each other. 

We went into my room, where Becca turned to me, kissed me and told me to pull my shirt off. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I felt her hands on my shorts, unsnapping, then unzipping them before pushing them to the floor, where I stepped out of them.

I reached for her and she took a step back. 

"No," she said. "I'm going to undress and get you all hot and bothered." She had her shirt unbuttoned, pushing it from her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra tonight. "In a few minutes, I'm going to peek and see how they're doing. Maybe we'll watch together for a few minutes." Her shorts hit the floor. She stepped next to me and rubbed my cock through my briefs; I was getting hard. Becca put an arm around me as she kissed me, giving me her tongue and reaching into my boxers to release my cock. She pushed my boxers down enough to free my swelling manhood, kissing me again, then pulling my shortss the rest of the way off. Becca pushed me toward the bed and had me lay down, where she crawled on top of me.

I glanced at her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing while she leaned forward to kiss me. I could feel my pulse racing as my heart pounded in my chest. Becca leaned forward, dipping her breasts to my lips, and I kissed them, taking her into my mouth.

I'm not sure how long we lay there on the bed with one another, but after a few minutes, she got up motioning for me to stay where I was, and went into the living room. A couple of minutes later, she leaned back into the room and waved for me to follow her. I followed her back into the living room and looked over to where Kate knelt, in front of Carl, sucking his cock.

I watched Kate slip a hand dip down into her panties, fingering herself. Kate looked up as I approached the two of them, and I took notice of Carl's saliva soaked phallus and that he seemed possessed of euphoric intoxication. Kate smiled at me and wiggled her ass. I walked up behind her and knelt down. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and stripped them from her body. I settled behind her and began to caress and kiss her upturned ass, reaching beneath her to finger her pussy. I gently caressed her mound as I felt the wetness flow from her sex. I slowly inserted a finger into her and began to thrust it into her slowly. Becca had peeled her panties from her hips and taken a seat, slowly masturbating as she watched.

After a few minutes of this, Kate raised up from Carl's cock, and then stood. She turned around to face me, took a step backward against the sofa, and lowered herself onto her Carl's prick as he aimed it up into her. Kate closed her eyes in pleasure as she impaled herself, adjusting to the penetration. Breathing hard, she smiled and began to rock her hips, thrusting against Carl. She motioned for me to stand up.

"I want your cock. Give it to me," she said. "I want to suck you."

I stood up and stepped towards her, my cock jutting from my body. Kate took my cock in her hand, leaned forward and sucked me in between her lips, struggling to maintain her rocking motion, which was being aided by Carl as his hands held her ass. As Kate began to pleasure me orally, I reached down to caress her head, running my fingers through her hair. I had a relatively easy job in all of what was going on; at the moment I was just standing there, this beautiful woman sucking my cock. Carl and Kate, on the other hand, were working hard and beginning to perspire. Beads of sweat glistened on their bodies as they fucked. Kate released my cock and pinched her nipples. She motioned for me to back up.

Rising off of Carl's manhood, Kate again kneeled between his legs. 

"I want you to cum in my mouth, baby," she said to Carl, positioning herself. "I'm going to suck you off and swallow your cum." She turned and looked at me. "I want you to fuck me... Fuck me while I suck Carl's cock."

I got behind her, and positioned myself to enter her.

"Put your cock in me, so I can start sucking him again... Oh... yeah... that's... that's it. Now... don't thrust hard or fast; I'm having to do extra work, baby."

I began thrusting very slowly, allowing her to establish a rhythm as she went down on Carl again. The slow pace I maintained allowed me to focus additional attention on bringing my penis to the outer rim of her vaginal opening and pausing there as the head rubbed against her outer lips. I began to pull out completely every few strokes to swirl the swollen head of my cock against her clitoris. I reached beneath her to palm her mound as I continued to thrust slowly. I could feel my cock getting even harder as I moved in and out of her. Kate was breathing hard, concentrating on Carl's cock as well as her own pleasure. Perspiration glistened on her, and I pulled out of her long enough to kiss her, tasting the salty moisture on the small of her back. She shuddered as I pulled out, her entire body flinching as I touched nerves. I repositioned my cock at her opening and penetrated her again. As I slowly thrust forward, Kate lifted her head from Carl's throbbing prick. 

"Look, Becca," she said. "Look how hard he is; how swollen his balls are... see the cum starting to ooze from the head of his dick? He's fixing to fill my mouth with his cum."

Carl reached for her and pulled her back to him. She swept the hair from her face again and renewed her oral attentions, picking up the pace. Carl's face took on a pained expression as the tension in his loins mounted.




Circle Ch. 04



"Come on, Kate... I'm almost there... suck me... suck my cock... oh... I'm... I'm... oh... yeah..." Carl's body relaxed and went rigid at the same time as his orgasm hit and he began to pump semen into Kate's mouth. She cupped his balls and milked his cock until she was relatively sure he was finished cumming. Carl laid his head back against the sofa and he laid his hands atop Kate's as her hands came to rest on his thighs.

"It's our turn, now," she said turning to me. "We're almost there..."

I began thrusting into her with a little more momentum and speed. I didn't get quite the sensation that I wanted, so I slowed down again and pulled out nearly all the way before pushing forward. My cock's hardness had diminished ever so slightly as I watched her finish off Carl, and I wanted to regain that quickly, brining us both to climax. Kate protested as I began my outward thrust, and then shuddered as my cock slipped out, triggering a jolt of sensation in both of us. I did the same exact thing a couple more times and my cock returned to its brick-like constitution. Kate fell forward into Carl's lap as I thrust into her like this, taking us slowly, but inevitably to the brink. 

"Oh... you're torturing me," she moaned.

"Want me to stop?" I asked. I knew the answer and had no intention of stopping. We were both mere moments from cumming.

"No...," she panted, "don't stop... oh... I'm starting to cum... oh... fuck me, fuck with your cock and cum inside me... ohhhh..." Her moan was drowned out as she buried her face into Carl and thrust herself back at me in an irregular fashion.

Suddenly, the pressure in my own body exploded, and I began thrusting hard, short strokes, emptying my cum into her. When I was spent, I leaned forward, on shaking knees, and covered her upper back with kisses. 

As my cock softened, I slowly withdrew from Kate, allowing her to shift her position and rest. Becca walked over to us, leaning down to kiss Kate and then crawling up beside her husband. We sat there together, recovering from our exertions and talking together. 

Becca fidgeted on the couch as she confessed to Carl that she wanted to have her own threesome at some point in the future. He said it could be arranged as he dipped his hand between her legs, hugging her to him and kissing her. We watched as she closed her eyes and smiled in pleasure as her husband used his fingers to gently masturbate her the rest of the way to her orgasm, which had not been far from coming.

We continued to relax, enjoying the company of good friendship and talking. Kate had to leave the next day to check into her hotel and prepare for her business meetings. We finally decided to call it a night, wandering off to bed exhausted after a long, but satisfying evening. Before we turned in for the night, Kate promised to visit the next time she came to town and issued a standing invitation to come stay with her if we ever ventured her direction. Invitations and promises like that helped make the future something to look forward to.



Circle Ch. 05



After living with Carl and Becca for more than half a year, I finally got an approved transfer and left my nearly permanent "on-the-road" status behind. Within the next two weeks, I found an apartment, signed a lease and began making plans to move in at the end of the month. Carl and Becca assured me they would help me make as smooth a transition as possible. They also made sure I understood that their home would continue to be open to me at all times. 

A few nights later, I arrived home to the smell of lasagna in the oven. Walking into the kitchen, I saw Becca drying her hands on a hand towel. She had just finished making the Caesar salad to go with dinner. As had become our custom, I gave her a quick hug and kissed her. She told me to hurry and wash up; dinner was almost ready.

When I came back into the kitchen, Carl was rummaging in the refrigerator for the parmesan cheese and Becca was bent over pulling the lasagna out of the oven. I stood there for a moment enjoying the sight of her shorts stretched seductively across her backside before moving into the kitchen.

After dinner, Carl and I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes while Becca went to the living room. When we finished, I went to take a shower while Carl made his way to the living room. Becca sat up on the couch and made room for Carl to sit beside her. She had the remote control in hand, channel surfing on the television. 

When I finished my shower, the channel surfing had come to a fruitless end and Carl had turned on some light instrumental music. I passed near the living room with my towel wrapped around me and noticed Carl and Becca cuddled together on the couch, kissing and caressing one another. Becca had pulled off her shorts and top, and Carl had a hand inside her panties fondling her. I stopped at the far edge of the living room observing them. Watching the two of them kiss while Carl fingered her had an arousing effect on me, and my cock began to rise beneath the towel. I knew better than to fight with the towel, and just tossed it over my shoulder, reaching down to stroke my cock as I continued to watch them.

It did not take long at all for my cock to get hard, and I continued to masturbate as Becca raised her hips, pushing her panties down and off of her body. As she kicked the thin undergarment from her feet, she saw me and smiled. She leaned back, said something to Carl and kissed him. Getting up from the couch, Becca announced she was going to take a bath and soak in the tub. Carl watched her as she walked out of the living room.

Becca walked straight to me, biting her lip. I watched her breasts bounce with each step, her nipples tight, hard buds. 

"Save this for me," she said, taking my erection in her hand. "I want you to fuck me in a bit." She let go of my cock and went to take her bath.

When she was gone, Carl got up from the couch and walked toward me. He had almost completely undressed himself, now wearing only his boxers. He had granted his own erection freedom, and was stroking himself. He said he would be back in a couple of minutes; he was going to check on Becca. 

I put on a pair of boxers, knowing I could have them off at a moment's notice, if need be. When Carl came back to the living room, he was naked, his cock jutting out from his body and looking as though it was wet from Becca sucking him. 

Carl sat down on the edge of the sofa and leaned forward.

"Becca's going to come back in here in a few minutes," he said, "probably wrapped in a towel. Whatever she says or does, go with it."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember her saying she wanted her own threesome?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Tonight, she is really horny," he said, "and I have a feeling that the timing may be right for it."

"How are we going to do this?" I asked as he got up from the couch again.

He shrugged, "The woman of the house has yet to declare her specific desires and intentions. We studs in her stable are to simply serve at her whim." Carl walked back down the hallway, disappearing into their bedroom.

I sat there in my boxers, waiting to see what developed.

Several minutes later, Becca walked back into the living room, holding a towel loosely wrapped around her body. She frowned with a mock pout when she saw I was wearing boxers. 

"I liked your other outfit much better," she said, "but you're okay for now." Sitting down in my lap, she released her hold on the towel, and it fell away from her breasts and threatened to expose her entire body to my prying eyes. Becca put her arms around my neck as she kissed me. Our lips closed together softly. 

I wrapped my arms gently around her, feeling the warmth of her body against me as I locked my lips onto her lower lip, sucking it in gently. Our tongues connected, dancing gently together for a brief moment before we broke our kiss.

I bent down to kiss Becca's upper chest as she leaned back, and I noticed her nipples were erect; swollen and red from her husband sucking them. Eager to give her what she apparently wanted, I cupped her breast in my hand, molding it to raise the nipple up for me to suckle. Wrapping my tongue around her nipple as I took her breast into my mouth, I felt her draw in a deep breath. Continuing to suck her tits, I felt Becca throw open the towel the rest of the way and saw her move a hand down between her legs to finger herself. I rose from her breast to watch her give herself pleasure, and saw that her pussy was red and puffed with arousal. She had her middle finger buried in her sex with her index and ring fingers pressing down on her outer lips as she stroked herself. I ran my hand down her torso, caressing her ribcage, belly and lower abdomen, finally placing my hand on top of hers, and when she pressed down, I added to it with pressure from my hand. I slipped my hand underneath Becca, cupping her ass as I returned my attention to her breasts.

Becca's hand movements began to vary in rhythm, and I moved my hand to a position where my thumb sat at the top of her opening. She raised her leg that was against me and told me to stroke her with a pair of my fingers. I looked down at her sex as she guided my fingers into her pussy, and then I began a slow thrusting motion while she gently rubbed her clit.

"Yes... just... like that...,' she said, leaning her head back. "Oh..."

I pulled her to me to kiss her again as my fingers continued to move in and out of her. Becca was in another world with pleasure, and only passively responded to the attention from my lips. Her fingers were rolling her nipples, pinching them, and then releasing them as her hands cupped her breasts.

She tried to trap and still my hand between her legs as her orgasm neared, but I managed to keep my fingers in motion. 

"Don't fight it," I told her, continuing to fondle her. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip and forced herself to open her legs back up. "Let yourself cum." 

Carl walked into the living room, his cock still erect, stopping in front of us. Looking at his wife as she writhed in ecstasy, he reached down and placed his hands on her body, caressing her belly and running his hands up to cup her breasts. Becca looked up at him, and smiled as she panted. She moved her hands from her breasts, content to let her husband massage and suck her tits while I fucked her pussy with my fingers.

"Cum for us, baby," Carl said, moving between her legs. As he spread her legs a little farther apart, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and tasted the nectar of her womanhood. Carl lowered his head to her sex and began to dip his tongue in her wetness and lap at her clit. For the briefest of moments, it felt like Becca was slipping, and I caught her in my arms. When I was sure that she wasn't going to fall, I took her tits in my hands.

"Oh... I'm gonna cum, honey...," she said, looking down at her husband. "I'm gonna cum hard... oh, yeah... keep sucking me... ohhh..." Becca's body tensed, she threw back her head and covered my hands with hers as she shuddered in orgasm. 

I held on to her, kissing her face, neck and shoulder as she passed through her climax. Becca draped her legs over Carl's shoulders as he slowed the pace of his oral ministrations. She ran her fingers through his hair as he tongued all around her pussy, lapping up her juices and caressed her hips.

Satisfied that his mission was complete, at least for now, Becca lowered her legs and Carl stood up in front of her. His cock remained hard and protruding, and Becca reached for it, cupping his balls in one hand and grasping his shaft in the other. He took a short step closer to accommodate her, and she leaned forward, taking his cock in her mouth. Watching Carl's cock disappear between his wife's lips, I realized that my own cock was hard with arousal, straining to gain freedom from my boxers, but unable to do so with her in my lap.

Becca appeared to have just found a good rhythm for fellating Carl when she released him from her mouth. She looked up at him as she continued to stroke him.

"I want to do this on our bed," she told him.

Carl stepped back and offered her a hand, which she took as she stood up. Becca turned to me as she continued to hold his hand, and reached down to rub my cock through the fabric of my boxers.

"Come join us," she said. 

I didn't need encouragement to follow directions. I watched as they walked down the hallway toward their bedroom, Carl leading his wife by the hand, Becca's ass swaying seductively. I stood up, removed my boxers and followed them down the hall. 

When I reached the doorway to their bedroom, Carl had taken up a semi-reclined position on the bed, laying in the middle, and Becca was settling into a spot where her ass would be in the air at the edge of the bed, while she bent forward to suck his cock. As I walked in, Carl continued to masturbate, his cock rigid in his hand while Becca waved me in, telling me to get behind her, but not to put my cock inside her yet. She leaned forward, wrapped a hand around Carl's shaft and began to suck him again. I knelt behind her and began gently stroking her ass and pussy, leaning forward to kiss the cheeks of her ass as I pressed a finger into her sex. Her pussy was really wet, practically dripping with wetness from her arousal.

I stood up to observe her sucking his engorged phallus, watching Carl close his eyes as his wife continued to pleasure him orally. I could tell she was using her tongue as a bed of ecstasy for the underside of his cock, something I had very fond memories of experiencing. While Becca continued to give head to her husband, I caressed her ass, softly rubbing and massaging the curves of her flesh. Slowly and deliberately, I penetrated her with my middle finger, placing my ring and index fingers outside the lips of her pussy and applying gentle pressure as I thrust into her.

"Ohhh...," she moaned, looking back at me. "You're not playing fair." Her hand pumped Carl's cock slowly. She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock with her tongue. "I can taste you, baby," she said. "I want you to make me cum with your cock inside me," she told him.

"Climb onto my cock and let me fuck you," Carl said. "Lower that hot, wet pussy of yours onto my cock and ride me."

Becca walked on her knees and then straddled Carl, positioning his cock at her opening. She slowly lowered herself until she was coating the head of his penis with her nectar.

"After I cum, I'm gonna climb off of you," she said as she mounted him. Carl nodded. "Ohhh... and I think I'm gonna cum before too much longer." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, the pleasure assaulting her body as she raised and lowered herself on his cock.

"Keep your cock hard for me, baby," she said, looking over at me. "Watch me fuck my husband's cock... watch his cock thrust in and out of my pussy..." Becca closed her eyes, her breathing as labored as Carl's. Both their bodies were glistening with perspiration as they rocked together.

"Ohhh...," she moaned, "your cock feels so hard, baby. You're gonna make me cum... I'm gonna cum all over you. Mmmmm..."

I kept watching as Carl grasped her hips, finding his rhythm thrusting into her. My hand persisted in stroking my cock. Becca began to force herself against Carl with additional downward force, grinding against him as she neared her climax.

"I'm cumming...," she said, leaning forward to put additional pressure on her clit. "Oh... fuck... ohhh... yes..." Becca rode Carl's cock in the throes of her orgasm. "Oh..." 

Carl maintained his hold on her hips as he continued to thrust into her, nearing his own orgasm.

Becca's movement had stopped; the early aftershocks of her climax pulsing through her body as she came down from her sexual high. Carl's continued thrusting into her was prolonging her pleasure, making it difficult for her to concentrate. 

"I'm about to cum, baby," Carl said. "Oh... your pussy's starting to squeeze the cum out of me... Mmmm..." Carl's face contorted as his orgasm got closer.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, baby," she said, looking down at him. "I want you to shoot your cum and fill my mouth. Can you do that?" Becca brought herself up on his cock again, then forcing herself down on him, milking him with her pussy.

"Okay, baby... if you want to swallow me... I'm gonna cum... I'm starting to cum, baby..."

Becca lifted herself from Carl's cock as his throbbing shaft began spewing. I watched a burst of semen leap from his cock and land on his abdomen a mere instant before Becca took him into her mouth, greedily sucking the cum from his phallus. When he had stopped pulsing his seed into her waiting mouth, she released his cock from between her lips and licked the cum from his belly.

Shifting herself slightly on the bed, Becca looked over her shoulder at me.

"I want you to fuck me now. Get behind me and fuck me with that hard cock of yours," she said. I moved in behind her as she reached between her legs and penetrated herself with a finger. Her pussy was sopping with wetness from arousal and from being fucked. "I didn't climb off of Carl quite quick enough; I felt him starting to cum in me. I want you to slide your cock into me and shoot your cum into my pussy."

I positioned my cock at the edge of her opening and watched as she slowly drew her finger out of herself. Raising her finger to her lips, she sucked the mixed juices drawn from her sex. I placed the head of my cock into her swollen pussy and slowly thrust forward. As I buried myself within her, she took Carl's now flaccid member in her mouth, sucking the remaining cum from him.

The sensations I felt as my cock snugged itself within Becca's pussy were fantastic. She was tight, as the after-effects of her orgasm continued causing her muscles to contract, and yet she was slick and wet; well-lubricated; a combination of her natural body fluids and her husband's semen making her slippery against my cock. I began to withdraw my cock and thrust it back into her, taking advantage of her tightness to milk my cock from its base to the head.

I caressed the cheeks of her ass as I thrust into her slowly and deeply. I had been hard for some time now, masturbating while watching the two of them fuck, and my need to cum was starting to make itself known as an ache, dull and persistent. My balls felt heavy as they slapped against her ass. I paused for a moment, adjusting my place on the bed. I shifted so that as my cock was buried in her sex, our legs were in full contact, and I resumed my thrusting.

"Uhhhh... faster," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Fuck me faster... I can feel it... I'm going to cum again..."

"Cum for me," I said. "Cum on my cock." As I quickened my pace, Becca found her rhythm, working with me to increase the movement between us.

"I can feel your cock getting harder," she said. Becca reached back between her legs and cupped my balls, dragging her finger nails gently along the skin at the base of my scrotum. "Your balls... they're so hard and full of cum. Ohhhhh... cum in my pussy... fill me with your cum..."

Becca removed her hand from me, and I could feel my balls tightening as my climax began to build. I pulled my cock out and pushed back into her, feeling an intense sensation of pleasure. I pulled out and pushed into her again. My body tensed as I sunk into Becca's pussy and felt my balls begin to release my load of semen.

"I'm cumming," I said, thrusting into Becca with short, irregular motions.

"Ohhh... yes...," she said, burrowing her head into Carl's belly as she pushed herself against me. Becca moaned, a deep guttural sound originating within her as she came again.

I held onto her hips, pumping the last of my cum into her. 

Becca was spent and slowly lowered herself into her husband's arms. As she fell forward, I stayed where I was, my cock falling out of her. I looked down at her and saw the cum oozing out of her pussy.

I leaned forward and kissed her back. My hands caressed her backside and my fingers started to trace their way to her sex. 

"Ohhh... no," she said, panting. "I can't take anymore. Let me just lay here and rest.

I climbed down off the bed as Carl wrapped his arms around her and I slowly walked out of the room. Lingering for a moment in the doorway, I turned to look back at them. In that moment, I was pretty sure they would end up asleep in the exact position I was leaving them.

THE next night, Carl and I went to a Rangers' baseball game. One of his co-workers had season tickets and had given up his seats for the evening to Carl. The seats were great; twelve rows up and halfway between home plate and first base. We left the game with what seemed to be half the attending crowd early in the ninth inning, as the Rangers had a sizeable lead. 

On the way home, Carl asked me if I wanted to join his golf foursome on Saturday; one of his usual partners was going to be out of town and they needed someone to fill in. I told him I'd have to pass. I'd played exactly one round of golf in my life, and it had been a disaster.

When we got home, it was getting late. It had been a long day topped off with watching a game in near hundred degree heat, and so I took a shower and headed to bed. The best part of getting up to go to work the next day was the fact that it was Friday, and when it ended, the weekend would be upon us.

I hadn't had the light off in my room for long when I heard the door from the garage open. Becca had finally come home from her night out. I yawned and closed my eyes again, drifting off to sleep.

Sleep had all but overtaken me when I heard her voice.

"Are you asleep? Wake up," she said. 

I opened my eyes and saw her silhouetted against the doorway. Propping myself up on an elbow, I rubbed my eyes as she walked over to my bed. She had gotten undressed and was wearing a robe.

"I think I was asleep, actually," I said.

"I'm sorry," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Carl's passed out dead asleep."

"And that meant you needed to wake me up, why?" I asked her.

"Are you implying that I would wake you up without good reason?" she asked, appearing offended.

"Not at all," I said, shaking my head. "So what may I do for you, my dear?"

"Ah, not what you can do for me, but what I'm doing for you," she said, leaning forward and tapping me with a finger on the chest as she kissed me. 

"So, what are you doing for me?" I asked her.

"Actually, you would be doing me a bit of a favor, too," she admitted. 

I nodded. "And this favor would be...?"

"A girlfriend of mine wants to meet you," she said. Pausing for only a moment, Becca continued, telling me about her friend. 

Alexandra, her friends called her Alex, stood an inch or so taller than Becca, had reddish-brown hair slightly longer than shoulder length, eyes that were somewhere between green and hazel, and a very attractive figure. Her personality manifested itself in playfulness with great regularity, and she loved working with flowers as a hobby. Becca told me that Alex's last relationship had been a disaster; the guy had completely ignored her and treated her like dirt. Becca was sure Alex and I would work out well, because she knew I would pay attention to her.




Circle Ch. 05



"So, how much have you told her about me?" I asked.

"Everything," Becca said. When I said nothing, she continued. "She and I talk all the time about anything and everything. And I mentioned that you were staying with us a long time ago. One night a few weeks ago she asked how you staying here had affected my sex life. So... I told her."

"That's wonderful," I said. That alone would likely make things very interesting.

"And," she said, shifting on the edge of the bed, "it's not that I'm sore from last night, but I'm still sensitive and I guess she picked up on that based on how I was moving and she asked if I was okay, so I told her about last night."

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" I asked, scooting over on the bed and making room for her to get more comfortable.

"No," she replied, moving off of the edge of the bed. "She isn't nearly as concerned about the fact you've been sleeping with me as she is curious about whether or not you would invest the same level of energy in a relationship with her... or if she would be competing with me for your attention. I told her that if the two of you hit it off, you would unquestionably devote yourself to her."

"Somehow that's not as reassuring as you mean it to sound," I said. 

"Listen. I didn't tell you any of this, but she's kind of in the boat now that you were in before the first time you slept with me; as she says it, every orgasm she's had for the last eight months has been self-induced, and she would really like to change that fact. I didn't commit you to fucking her, but especially with you about to move out, this could be something good for both of you," Becca said. "She seemed intrigued with the idea of watching me and Carl. And she told me she was kind of wild back in her college and early married days; said she's a bit of an exhibitionist herself."

"Married days?" I asked.

"Did I forget to mention she was divorced, too?" Becca asked.

"You did," I replied. "Not that it matters." I paused. "So, how am I supposed to meet this wonderful woman, oh mighty matchmaker?"

"She's coming to dinner tomorrow night. And I told her you would be here, so please tell me you didn't plan something else."

"No, I'll be here," I said. 

"Good," Becca said. She leaned toward me, bracing herself with an arm across my body. "Since you're so uncomfortable with the subject, we'll hope she doesn't want to talk about sex tomorrow night."

"If you don't want her talking about it, don't bring it up," I said, looking straight at her.

"Do you have any idea how wet I got telling her about last night?"

"You could have lied, said you slipped in the garage or something," I said.

"Oh, no," Becca said. "Sex stories are always much better. But she wanted to know every little detail. She made me tell her about you and Carl sucking my nipples; about both of you fingering me and licking my pussy; about your hard cock." Becca's hand snaked under the sheets and found my penis, semi-erect and growing harder. She began to stroke me. "Hard like it is now, fucking me."

"I'll bet if I slide my hand under your robe I'll find you're wet, too, won't I?" I asked. I moved my hand onto her leg, pushing my way slowly up her thigh as she nodded.

"I haven't cum tonight," she said. "And all of that sex talk with Alex got me so hot. I was going to fuck Carl, but he's out like a light. I'll sleep much better after I cum." Becca swept the sheets back, exposing me. She began stroking my cock again as she shifted position, allowing my hand to move closer to her sex. Her other hand pulled the tie on her robe, which fell open. "You won't make me go to bed without cumming, will you?"

"You could take care of this yourself," I said. My fingers touched the outer edge of her labia, and I could feel both the warmth and wetness of her arousal.

"I could," she said, moving even closer to me, almost impaling herself on my fingers. "Or you could fuck me. You could start by fingering me and finish with your cock inside me."

"I could," I agreed, sliding a finger into her as she gasped. "Do you want my cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck you?" I sat up and leaned into her, sweeping the robe from her shoulders to expose her breasts. I bent down to suck her nipples. I already knew the answer to the question.

"Yes," Becca replied. It was almost a hiss. As soon as the sound of her reply died away, she drew in a deep breath and swallowed hard as I continued to thrust my fingers deep into her, applying gentle upward pressure against her clit. I felt her nipple harden against my tongue.

I continued to masturbate her with slow deliberateness for a couple of minutes, and then she raised up on her knees, casting the robe from her body.

"I want your cock," she said, taking it in hand again and tugging on it. "I want you on top of me," she said. "I'm afraid if I ride you I'll end up stiff tomorrow."

I moved, allowing her to lay down. When she was settled, I moved between her legs. I dipped my finger into the wetness of her sex and rubbed up gently against her clit. Becca smiled at me as she breathed in and out rapidly. She reached down and took hold of my cock, pulling me to her. She guided my blood engorged head into her opening, coating me with her natural lubricant. She used my prick to stimulate the outside of her pussy for a few moments before placing me inside her and allowing me to thrust in.

Becca reached up, placing her hands on my chest and began to rock against me. I met her pace and we began to fuck. I shifted my angle of penetration to change the friction between us, putting a little pressure on her clit as I pressed downward. Both of us were on edge with our arousal and I could feel the pleasure beginning to build within me.

We continued to fuck in this position for several minutes, and I could feel my cock beginning to harden as it did shortly before climaxing.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy. "Roll over and let me take you from behind."

"Hmmm," she said, smiling as she raised up onto her knees, presumably to turn around. "You really like fucking me from the rear, don't you?" She took my face in her hands and kissed me. Her tongue penetrated my lips as I pulled her to me, crushing her breasts against me and pressing my throbbing cock into her belly.

"You always seem to enjoy it," I said, allowing my hands to drift down to cup her ass cheeks in my hands, kneading the flesh of her beautiful backside.

"I do," she said, tilting her head to one side as she kissed down my neck. "Lean back a little, bending at the knees." She brought her hands down to show me exactly what she wanted.

When I was positioned like she wanted me, Becca turned around, placing her feet on either side of my legs, and shuffled herself backward until she had me centered in the entrance to her sex as I held onto her hips. She reached back and placed my cock into her pussy and began to thrust back against me, then raised herself, sitting astride my lap with my cock inside her.

"Something a little different," she said, looking over her shoulder and smiling at me. Becca caught my hands and wrapped them around her, placing them on her tits as she fucked my cock with her pussy. 

"Ohhh, that feels good," I said. I could do virtually nothing other than sit back on my knees while Becca rode me, flexing her thighs as she raised and lowered herself. 

"I thought you might like this," she said. "Pinch my nipples and kiss my back. It feels so good having you inside me. I just had to have a cock tonight."

I rolled her nipples in my fingers as I strained to thrust into her, limited in the movement I could make. My hands wandered down her torso, caressing her flesh and I reached underneath her again to cup her ass cheeks. Her skin was warm and inviting; her body a machine; slowly bringing us down the path of ecstasy as she continued to fuck me.

"Your turn," she said, stopping her movement. "I'm going to lean forward; stay inside me."

It was easier said than done, but I managed to stay with her as we changed the angle of our bodies. As the position induced stiffness eased from my thighs, I began to thrust into her.

"Tell me what you want, Becca," I said, settling into a thrusting motion. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Fuck me with that hard cock of yours..." Her breathing was hard and labored. "I want you to fuck my pussy and make me cum..."

"I want you to cum for me, Becca," I said. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her, then rolling my hips to change the angle of my thrust back in.

"Ohhh... do that again," she said. "Do that again with your cock... you're gonna make me cum..."

I repeated my movement and could feel her body responding as she tried to thrust back against me. I resumed my normal thrusting and began to alternate my movements.

I felt my cock getting harder, getting ready to fill her pussy with my seed. She felt it, too.

"Ohhh... your cock... it's so hard," she said. "Fuck me harder... make me cum..."

I thrust into her with a little more force, grinding against her. 

"I'm gonna cum... your cock's making me cum... ohhhh... I'm starting to cum..."

"Cum, Becca... cum on my cock... milk me with your pussy..."

"Ohhh... cum with me... cum inside me... I want to feel your cock cumming in my pussy... ohhh..." Becca fell forward, burying her face in a pillow as her body yielded to euphoric pleasure.

I continued to thrust into her, feeling my balls tighten, and suddenly, as Becca's spasming vaginal walls gripped my cock, I lost it. I fell forward, bracing myself above her with my hands on the bed as I thrust into her with ragged motions, my cock pulsing, spurting my semen into her depths.

As our orgasms subsided, Becca lowered her body to the bed and I molded myself to her, my cock softening within her. We lay there together for a few minutes; I held her in my arms, gently caressing her. We had both nearly drifted off to sleep when she moved as though startled.

"I need to go to bed," she said, turning her head to look at me. 

"I know," I said, kissing her cheek.

Becca rolled off the bed, planting her feet on the floor. She bent over and gathered her robe into her hands, then leaned over and kissed me. 

"Thank you," she said. "I think we both needed that, actually."

"I think maybe so," I said, kissing her back. "Good night."

"Good night," she said, rising from the bed and walking out of the room. 

I watched her walk out of the room naked, and gave her time to get down the hall to her bedroom before getting up to go the bathroom to clean up.

As I walked down the hall, I could hear voices. When I got to the doorway of their bedroom, I saw through the moonlight invading their room that Carl was wide awake and stroking his fully erect cock. Becca had dropped her robe at the foot of the bed and was now astride him.

I listened as she told him that he'd been asleep when she got home, and that she'd tried to wake him to no avail. Carl, obviously awake now, asked her if she still wanted to fuck. Becca leaned forward, kissing her husband, and told him she was more than ready to fuck him, but that my cum was oozing from inside her. Carl told her he didn't care, he just wanted to bury his cock in her.

I finished cleaning up in the bathroom and headed to bed. As I passed by their doorway, I briefly peeked in and saw Becca lying on her back as Carl plunged his cock into her. I listened closely and could hear a slight sloshing sound as his cock pumped inside the viscous mix of mine and Becca's juices.

I left them to their lovemaking and went to bed, hearing Becca moan in ecstasy a few minutes later as she climaxed again.

I lay awake for a little while, contemplating my arranged date for the following evening; wondering about Alex. 



Circle Ch. 06



The next day, I was distracted by thoughts of the evening in front of me. If Becca was right, if Alex and I hit it off, it would be an enjoyable evening for all. If we didn't connect, the evening could end up being awkward and extremely unpleasant.

When I got home, Becca was in the kitchen finishing up dinner. As she shoved the main course into the oven, she told me I had about forty-five minutes to clean up and change before Alex was due to arrive. I hopped into the shower and hurried to be ready well in advance of her appearance.

Carl got home about ten minutes before Alex was due to arrive, and Becca sent him scurrying to get ready.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Becca grabbed my arm and told me to stay put in the living room; she would answer the door. I sat forward on the edge of my seat in anticipation.

I stood up when they walked into the living room.

"Mike, this is Alex. Alex, Mike," Becca said. Her abbreviated introduction complete, Becca stepped back. "I'll leave you two alone to either start getting acquainted or enjoy a few brief moments of really awkward silence while I go see what's taking Carl so long."

Turning on her heels, Becca disappeared down the hall to her bedroom. Alex and I stood there, sizing one another up. Her hair cascaded down, draped loosely about her shoulders, almost covering her breasts. She wore a three quarter sleeve white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pale yellow skirt, and sandals. Becca had not lied about Alex's beauty, but she had seriously understated it. There was something about her that defied explanation, yet made her a remarkably irresistible woman.

I stepped toward Alex. Her smile exuded confidence, almost giving me the impression she was privy to some tidbit of information that I wasn't. I could see mischief dancing in her unquestionably green eyes and realized I could easily be in way over my head if I wasn't really careful.

"It's really nice to meet you," I said. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, touching her lightly on the arm. She batted her eye lashes at me, continuing to smile. "I'm not big on awkward moments of silence. Becca's told me so much about you."

"Really?" Alex raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, the smile fading slightly. "I told her not to tell you too much or we wouldn't have anything to talk about."

"I'm sure we'll have plenty to discuss," I said. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"A glass of wine would be great," she said. She brought her hands up and pushed her hair back, exposing her neck and ears.

Carl and Becca walked back into the room and I watched as he greeted Alex, remarking that it had been a while since he'd seen her as Alex kissed him on the cheek.

Dinner went well, despite the initial awkwardness of unfamiliarity. I felt almost out of place, as it became clear that Alex had been friends with them for some time before I'd become a semi-permanent fixture at their house. She and Becca had known each other since college, and while they didn't work together, they stayed in touch as part of a group of women that went out together on a semi-regular basis, also known as "the girl's night out." Conversation progressed well, though, and by dinner's end, I felt we'd built enough of a bridge that we could successfully navigate our way through the rest of the evening.

After dinner, as Carl and Alex engaged in a brief moment of conversation, Becca pulled me aside in the kitchen.

"Carl and I are going to disappear for the evening. You won't see us again tonight," she said.

"You're not going to chaperone?" I asked.

"No, you're both adults," she said, drying her hands on a towel. "I think the two of you can handle being left alone." Becca turned to walk out of the kitchen, then swiveled back to me. "I don't know if she mentioned it or not, but she didn't drive here tonight. A mutual friend of ours dropped her off, so you'll have to take her home."

"Not a problem," I said, feigning comfort I certainly didn't feel at the moment. 

Alex stepped back into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine as Becca disappeared down the hall. When she'd finished pouring her glass, she extended the bottle offering to refill my glass, too.

"No, if I'm driving you home later, I'd probably better not," I said. I got a glass of water.

"You're not trying to get rid of me already, are you?" Alex asked.

"No, of course not," I said. I turned and gestured to the living room. "Would you like to sit down and talk? Or if you want, we can go somewhere."

"Actually, I was thinking we might go sit out back and enjoy some of the fresh night air," she said.

"We can do that," I said, leading the way to the patio door and opening it. I held the door as she stepped outside and shut it behind us.

The sky was clear and full of stars, dimmed only by city lights in the distance. A gentle breeze blew, teasing her hair. We sat down on the wooden chaise lounge chairs at the edge of the patio and Alex kicked her shoes off. Our conversation covered a wide range of subjects including our likes and dislikes of music, food, movies, and a host of other things that helped define who we were as people. Time seemed to fly as we became more comfortable together. After a while, I noticed Alex's glass was empty and I asked her if she wanted more wine or something else to drink. She said another glass of wine would be wonderful and followed me to the kitchen.

"It's so quiet in here," she said. "Do they always go to bed this early on Friday night?"

"No," I said, "they're probable watching a movie in their bedroom. Becca told me they were disappearing for the evening."

I poured Alex's glass of wine, with her standing very close to me.

"So, how much did Becca actually tell you about me?" Alex asked. She leaned against the fridge, angling her body so that I had to reach around her to set the bottle down.

"Not all that much, really, as it turns out. I learned more about you at dinner tonight than I did from her," I said. "She told me your hair and eye color, that you were attractive, and that you liked to work with flowers as a hobby. That's about it."

Alex peered at me over her glass as she took a sip of her wine.

We walked back outside. I shut the patio door and turned to follow Alex back to the chairs, almost walking into her.

"So what color are my eyes?" she asked, standing there with them closed.

"Becca told me somewhere between hazel and green," I said, "but they are definitely green." I reached out and touched her elbows gently with my fingers, letting her know how close we were.

"Wow, I'm impressed. You get an 'A' for observation," she said, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "In all fairness, I should tell you that her description is pretty accurate. My eyes have trouble deciding what color they want to be. Sometimes their color is dependent on what I wear. Tonight, though, I'm wearing a pair of contact lenses with a light green tint."

"Just to see if I was paying attention to your eye color?"

"No, I wear contacts," she said. "Usually, I wear contacts. Sometimes I wear glasses." She took a sip of her wine. "So if she didn't tell you that much about me, why did you tell me that she did?"

"I don't know. You had this really confident air about you; like you knew a secret that I didn't. I guess I wanted to try and see if I could shake it."

"Really confident, huh? Trust me, it's all an act. I am not that confident," she said, looking down at her glass and back up.

"Then you're a very good actress," I said. "So, Becca was right about the hair and eye color, not to mention you being attractive. Tell me about you and flowers."

"It's just something I learned to enjoy growing up," she said. "I have a small collection of flowers and plants at my apartment. I like to make arrangements every now and then for friends. Flowers can say a lot, depending on how they're used."

"Like the meanings of their names?" I asked.

"No, I mean, literally, how they're used. For example, if you were going to send me flowers, just to," she paused, looking off in the distance, "say you were going to send me flowers Monday, and you wanted to communicate that you'd had a good time tonight, wanted to go out again and wanted me to have a good week. What kind of flowers would you send?"

"That sounds like a lot for flowers to say. It would probably depend in part on what kind of flowers you like," I said.

"Really?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "You wouldn't automatically send me a dozen roses?"

"A dozen roses? No. Too clichéd. Too over the top from the get go," I said. "Carnations are almost as clichéd. There are too many other flowers out there."

"I like daisies," she said, smiling at me over the rim of her glass. "I know that sounds ridiculous, but there one of my favorites."

"Daisies... I'll remember that," I said. 

She nodded, smiling. Alex crossed her legs at the ankles, and I noticed for the first time that she had a tattoo around her ankle that looked like a ring of thorns.

"Nice tattoo," I said, gesturing to her ankle.

"Thank you," she said. She turned her body, raising her leg to bring her ankle closer to me for inspection. Her skirt shifted slightly, exposing her knee and the top of her lower thigh. I leaned toward her and caught her ankle in my hand, holding her calf with my other. "I actually have three tattoos and two piercings Beyond the ears, I mean. I have double pierced ears on both sides and two body piercings. I'm guessing Becca didn't tell you about those?"

I shook my head. "Should she have?" I asked.

"I don't guess so. She's seen them all," Alex said. There was more meaning implied in that answer than the mere words revealed. "What about you? Any tattoos, piercings, or other interesting marks on your body?"

"No," I replied. "No tattoos or piercings. I have a few scars, but nothing with a really good story behind it. Pretty boring, huh?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said. "I understand you look really good in boxer briefs."

"Really? What else has Becca told you?" I asked, not really sure I wanted to hear the answer.

"Quite a bit," she said, her eyes sparkling as she lifted her glass to take another drink.

"Did it hurt much?" I asked, rubbing her ankle softly as I changed the subject.

"Let's just say I was well aware I was getting a tattoo," she said. Our eyes were locked together. 

"What about the other tattoos?" I asked. I released her leg.

"You want to see my other tattoos?" she asked, a coy smile on her face.

"Sure," I said. "Unless you'd rather I didn't see them."

"Hmmm." Alex took a sip of her wine. "We'll have to see. Maybe you can see them along with the piercings later."

We sat for a moment, looking at one another.

"What were you thinking before I got here tonight?" she asked.

"I wasn't really sure what to think," I said, glancing down at the patio and then looking back into her eyes. "I've had two other blind dates in my life. Both of the others were complete disasters and a waste of time."

"And this one?" 

"I'm thinking I might owe Becca a thank you for setting us up. What were you thinking?"

Alex bit her lip and looked away as she turned up her glass, draining it.

"Well, at least one of us is glad to be here," I said, shifting on the chair and starting to get up.

"No," she said, reaching out to grab my arm to keep me from moving away. "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be right now. I'm just not sure what I was thinking before I got here." She sat her glass down. "I guess I was thinking about everything she told me about you and her, wondering if you and I could connect... if I'm capable of capturing your attention the way she has."

"And now that we've spent most of an evening together?" I'd been afraid we might have issues.

"Let's see. Where should I begin with what Becca told me? I mentioned you looking good in your boxers. I know the two of you slept together last night..." Alex looked at me, waiting to see my response.

"Yes, we did," I said. There was no reason to deny it. 

"And I know that for weeks now you've been 'the other stud in the stable,' as Becca says it," Alex said, rolling onto her side. "How does that work? Do you just have a schedule set up where tonight she sleeps with Carl, tomorrow night she sleeps with you? I really don't care, I'm just curious. I'm not even all that concerned about you sleeping with her in the future. What I am concerned about, if you and become a couple, is, will I have to worry about you sneaking around behind my back?"

"No, you won't have to worry about that," I said. "And we don't have any kind of schedule, either." I paused, looking off in the distance, then looked back at Alex. "I hadn't heard the 'stud in the stable' illustration before, but it kind of fits. Most of what happens has occurred spontaneously."

"So you would tell me if you slept with her again?" Alex asked.

"If I slept with her again, yes, I would tell you," I said. "But if you and I are together, I don't see myself sleeping with her again."

"This is going to sound strange," she said, "or maybe it won't, but I'm not interested in stepping into a new relationship just to start killing elements of a friendship like that. If you and I are together, and we're honest with one another as far as our expectations and what goes on between us, I think everything else will sort itself out."

"Let me make sure you understand everything," I said. "Initially, Carl suggested I sleep with her, and she was opposed to the idea, or at least pretended to be. Shortly thereafter, she opened up to the idea, but I'm pretty sure what started out as a 'sympathy fuck' will pretty well come to a complete halt with me moving out at the end of the month."

Alex smiled. "I wasn't kidding earlier when I told you she refers to you as the 'other stud in the stable,'" she said. "It might have started out as a sympathy fuck, but I think she enjoys all the extra attention. She didn't really talk about it at first, but for the last couple of weeks, our small group has had a very vicarious sex life through her. A couple of us have really given her a hard time about the fact that she's got two men in bed with her..." Alex paused, looking away as if trying to think of the right words to finish her thought.

"There's something more to what you were saying, isn't there?" I asked.

Alex shifted nervously, biting her lip. She reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear as she looked at the ground.

"I haven't been out on anything remotely resembling a date in months," she said, looking back up at me, "and I don't go barhopping without friends; it just makes it easier for me to stay out of trouble that way. Does that... connect the dots for you, or do I need to embarrass myself further?" 

"If it makes you feel any better," I said, "I don't go barhopping with or without friends. It's just never been something I do. Every now and then, I go shoot pool with some of the guys, but that's about it."

"How long had it been for you when you and Becca slept together the first time?" Alex stretched out on the chair, laying her head on her outstretched arm.

"I don't know, but 'months' is a good rough estimate," I said. "In fact, I'd been here living with them off and on, and then full-time for at least eight months before we ended up in bed together. Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." I leaned over and kissed the top of her head, plunging my fingers into her hair above her ear, caressing her.

Alex's eyes closed as her lips broke into a smile, and she reached up, covering my hand with hers.

I leaned over again, this time kissing her cheek.

"I think you missed," she said. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling.

"What do you mean, I missed?" 

Alex raised up, leaning on her elbow. "I think," she said, "you meant to kiss here," her fingers pointed to her lips, "not here," she pointed to her cheek.

"Let me try again," I said. Our lips connected, tentatively at first. As we deepened our kiss, I reached out with my tongue to touch her upper lip and at the same time felt her tongue reach out to me. We released the kiss only to gaze at each other, both of us breathing a little harder than we had been a minute ago.

"Your aim was much better that time," she said, smiling. Still holding my hand, Alex tugged on it to indicate she wanted me closer.

"I don't normally miss the target," I said, sitting down beside her.

"So tell me about this apartment you're moving into. Where is it?" she asked.

I told her where the apartment was. As it turned out, we would be living less than a mile apart. She promised to show me the better places to shop around the area where I would be living.

"What kind of furniture do you have?" she asked.

"Furniture will be a little challenging initially," I said. "I've got a desk lined up, a chair for the living room, a kitchen table..."

"What are you doing for a bed?" 

"I'm not completely sure yet. What did you do for a bed when you moved into your apartment?" I asked her. "Wait... do you have roommates?"

"No. No roommates," she said. "I have a full-size bed. I prefer a queen size, but it really takes up a lot of space and there's no point in it if you don't have someone to share it with on a regular basis."

"I've thought about getting one of those futon sofas that converts to a bed," I said.

"Are those very comfortable?"

"I've slept on one before and I enjoyed it," I replied. "When I get mine assembled, you can try it out."

"You'd sacrifice and let me sleep on your new bed?" she asked.

"I'll even leave so you don't have to worry about me watching you drool on the pillow while you snooze," I said.

"What if I don't want you to leave?" She leaned forward and put an arm around my neck. "What if I want you to watch me sleep, so you can see first hand that I don't drool on the pillow?"

"I'm sure we could arrange something," I said.

"Is the sex good?"

"What?" Alex had completely changed the subject again, once again catching me off-guard.

"Is the sex good?" she asked again. "When you're fucking Becca, is it as good as any sex you've ever had; is it better?" She leaned back against the chair.

I took a deep breath, not quite sure how to answer.

"Yeah, it's good," I said. "Sex with a partner who enjoys what they're doing is almost always better than with someone who wishes they were somewhere else. But, she's married to Carl. Happily married. And I'm not at all interested in doing anything to try and break them up."

"I didn't say you were," she said. "I was just curious as to whether or not you think you would miss being in bed with her."

"You'll probably laugh at this," I said, "but, sex completely removed from the equation, I'm closer to her now than I am Carl, and he and I have known each other for years. The sex and the intimacy have contributed to that closeness between me and her, but our friendship isn't dependent on it."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Would I miss having sex with her? Sure. But I won't cling to that aspect of my relationship with her at the expense of developing a relationship with someone else. I think you're concerned about me comparing the two of you."

"Well?"

"There is no comparison between the two of you," I said.

"That's weak," she said. "There are always comparisons."

"And where they exist, they're not fair," I said. "You are both very attractive women; each of you with your own separate, distinct personality. I'm actually very partial to redheads. And long hair. So, you had my full, undivided attention five seconds after you walked through the front door tonight. And for most of the evening, you have exuded this confidence that you claim is merely an act."

"Most of the evening?"




Circle Ch. 06



"I'm getting the growing impression that you feel threatened by Becca," I said. "You're wrong to feel that way, and while you may not actually feel as confident as you act, but you project it very well, and the result is that you sort of radiate a raw, seductive sensuality... it's almost impossible to turn away from."

Alex smiled and laughed, looking down at her hands, clasped nervously in her lap.

"I don't like comparisons," I said, "because, especially in situations like this where friendships already exist, they tend to create animosity. It would be like mom claiming to have a favorite child. The simple reality is, we are all unique creatures. If we're properly focused on our relationships, what's in the past, while relevant, isn't as important as what's going on now. It goes back to what you said earlier about being honest with our expectations and what goes on between us."

I brought Alex's hand to my lips and kissed it. Alex slid forward on the chair and leaned into me.

"Raw, seductive sensuality?" she asked. "Does that glow in the dark?"

"Sometimes," I said, turning my body more to face her. Our eyes locked, our minds sorting through the emotions pulsing through our bodies. I tilted my head and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I want to see you in your boxers," she said.

"I want to see the rest of your tattoos. And your piercings."

Alex leaned back, weighing it in her mind. "I don't know. Seeing all of my piercings and tattoos will cost a lot more than you merely stripping down to your boxers," she said.

"What will it cost me?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I'll have to think of something. But you agree to whatever it is, and comply, or if you back out on me, you'll suffer my eternal wrath."

"Eternal wrath? That sounds so drastic and final," I said.

"Make up your mind," she said. "Do you want to see me or not?" 

I nodded. 

"Okay," she said. "You have a choice to make. We can strip here, or at my place."

"This involves both of us getting naked?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's not that I'm opposed to being naked in their backyard... it wouldn't be the first time. But, I'd rather not tonight, though."

"Let's go to your place, then," I said. 

Alex slipped on her shoes and followed me into the house. I got my keys and we headed to the front door. I locked it behind us and walked with her to my truck. It was after midnight, and several of the houses were dark.

I unlocked the passenger door to my truck and held it open for her as she got in.

It was a ten minute drive to her apartment, and we continued to make small talk on the way.

"You said it wouldn't have been your first time to be naked in their backyard?" I asked.

"I'm usually at their house several times during the summer, and she and I lay out every now and then. Since they have a good fence and the neighbors aren't nosy, we strip and lay out nude," she said. "You've seen Becca sunbathing nude before, haven't you?"

"Yes," I replied. I'd seen Becca laying out naked once, but had been interrupted before I could go out to really see her oiled up. "So Carl's seen you, too?"

"Carl's seen me topless," she admitted. "I know it sounds like an excuse, but every time I've wanted to come over lately, something else has popped up, usually with work. I have to go in tomorrow."

"That explains why I haven't met you before tonight," I said. "I don't want to keep you up too late."

When we arrived at her apartment complex, she told me the code to punch in so we could get through the gate. She guided me to a parking spot, and soon we were walking upstairs to her third story apartment.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and pushed it open. Stepping inside, she tossed her keys onto the small entry way table sitting by the front door and kicked off her shoes. I closed the door and locked it behind us.

Alex took me by the hand and gave me a short guided tour of her apartment. At the doorway of her bedroom, she told me to ditch my shoes. When we were both barefoot, she took my hand and led me to her balcony. She pulled the curtain back, unlocked the door and slid it open, stepping out into the night air. I slid the door closed behind us and followed her to the railing. Alex pulled my arm around her waist and wedged herself between me and the railing. Her balcony overlooked one of the courtyards and pools within the complex, and looking down, we could see a couple playing and splashing in the pool.

"There's not supposed to be any one in the pool after ten p.m.," she said. "It's supposed to help ensure we don't disturb our neighbors, or something like that. But, there's always someone swimming or playing around late, especially on the weekends."

Alex went on to tell me that most of the residents in the complex were adults, though a few children and teenagers lived with their parents on the far side of the grounds. 

"What's really great about this balcony, though, is that it catches a lot of late afternoon sun, so I'm able to lay out up here without an ogling audience," she said.

I nodded. "What about the other apartments around you and across from you?"

"We're adult about it and we all pretty well mind our own business," she said. "I'm not the only one that likes to avoid tan lines, so there are others besides me that lay out on their balconies wearing nothing more than suntan lotion."

Alex and I maintained our eye contact. You could say that I blinked first, because my eyes broke contact with hers, wandering down to gaze at her lips, then tracking to take in the rest of her face, and her ears. My arm was still around her waist, my hand resting on her hip. I leaned forward to kiss her, and she raised a hand to my face as her lips received mine.

A loud sudden splash and partially muted scream interrupted us and we both glanced quickly down at the pool. The man had jumped into the water, splashing his partner who sat calmly with her feet in the water. We watched as he moved between her legs, kissing her. They both laughed, the sound barely discernible from where we were. As we continued to observe, the woman reached behind her, releasing her bikini top, pulling it from her breasts.

"Some of my neighbors really like to enjoy the pool after hours," Alex said, leaning in to kiss me again.

Our lips separated and Alex leaned back from me ever so slightly. Her fingers found the buttons on her blouse and began to unfasten them. When she had finished unbuttoning her blouse, she pulled it from her skirt, bringing my hand into contact with the skin above her waistband. She leaned forward and kissed me again as her hands grasped my shirt, pulling it free. I lifted my arms as she pulled it up over my head. Her fingers found my belt, and after unfastening it, she unzipped me. 

"Let's go inside," she said, and taking my hand and leading me back into her apartment. She shut the balcony door, but left the curtain open. Turning away from me, she fumbled briefly, then found the light switch she was looking for and flipped it on. A pale glow emanated from the source, providing soft illumination.

"Take off your pants," she said, shrugging out of her blouse as she walked over to me. She reached up with her hands and swept her hair back over her shoulders, exposing her chest.

As I stepped out of my pants, I saw that her breasts were concealed by a light champagne colored bra, her nipples announcing their presence softly, protruding just enough to be noticed.

"You do look good in your boxers," she said, stepping up to me, putting her arms around my waist and kissing me. 

Up until this point, I'd simply not paid it much attention, but now, with Alex's body against mine and both of us increasingly undressed as we kissed, I became aware of my cock getting harder.

"I want to see all of you," she said, snaking her hands beneath the waistband and beginning to push my boxers down, stopping when they reached the floor and I was naked. My cock hung semi-erect, jutting out slightly from my body. She cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my hardening penis softly with the other.

"You look pretty good out of your boxers," she said. "But I'd heard that, too." She stepped forward, pinning my cock against her body as she wrapped her arms around my neck to embrace and kiss me again.

I wrapped around her and caressed her lower back as I pulled her to me and kissed her. I traced my fingers up along her spine and fumbled with her bra clasp for a brief moment before unhooking it. Once that task was accomplished, I spread my fingers out, my hands covering her shoulder blades as I exposed her back and drew the straps of her bra toward her shoulders. I tilted my head forward and kissed my way down her neck toward her shoulder. I felt Alex inhale deeply, filling her lungs with breath.

Suddenly, like she'd woken up from a trance, Alex stepped back from me, clutching her bra to her chest.

"Sit down there," she said, pointing to a chair on my left.

I sat down as I watched her slowly slip the straps of her bra off her shoulders, taking slow, seductive steps toward me as she did so. 

When she was directly in front of me, she stopped and maintained a hand across her chest, keeping her breasts covered.

"This is my belly piercing," she said, turning slightly to her right to let the light dance on her abdomen. It was a small ring standing vertical, clearly visible in the low light reflecting off of it.

I reached out and traced my fingers around it.

"Sit back a bit," she said. I scooted back in the chair as directed. Turning around, Alex carefully backed up against me.

"Pull the waistband of my skirt down just a bit," she said, unzipping her skirt on the side.

Sliding my fingers carefully against her skin, I gently tugged the waistband of her skirt down, exposing more of her lower back, revealing her second tattoo, a soft, ornamental scroll that flared symmetrically out to each side with a teardrop shaped pendant hanging down in the center.

"It's beautiful," I said, reaching forward, grasping Alex by the hips. I stroked the skin of her lower back, running my fingers across the flat texture of her painted lower back, noticing goose bumps develop on her skin.

"That doesn't tickle does it?" I asked.

Looking back at me over her shoulder, she let out a sigh and then took another deep breath. "No, it most definitely does not tickle."

I leaned forward and kissed her back, running my hand up and down her spine. 

Alex slowly turned back around, pinning her arms to her side, holding her bra in place. With careful deliberate movements, she reached down and gathered her skirt into her hands, hiking it up around her waist, and then crawled into the chair, straddling me with a knee on each side. Slowly, making sure I was watching her, she peeled the cups of her bra from her chest, letting her breasts rest against her torso unfettered. Her other body piercing, now revealed, was a simple hoop earring dangling from her left nipple. She dropped her bra to the side, and slowly lowered herself until her legs were resting atop mine.

"To answer the question you were probably about to ask, yes, both hurt like hell when I got them done," she said. "After a week or so, they were both fine. The belly ring is mostly pure decoration. The nipple ring serves a little more purpose."

"Such as?" I asked.

"You can use your imagination and wonder or find out for yourself," she said, smiling seductively and licking her lips.

As I started to lean forward, she raised up on her knees, bringing her breast to my mouth. I parted my lips, very tenderly caressing the tip of her nipple with my lower lip, then pursing my lips around it as though kissing and drawing it out gently.

"It's really sensitive, so be gentle," she said, closing her eyes as she gripped my shoulders. "But I think you have that all figured out." She let out a sigh and breathed in shallow and rapid as I traced my tongue around the hardening bud atop her breast.

I opened my mouth wider, taking in more of her breast and sucking her as my tongue flicked the nipple ring gently.

"Ohhhh, that feels really, really good," she said. "We have a slight problem, though."

I removed my lips from her breast and looked up at her. "What problem?"

"You're making the other side jealous," she said, angling her body slightly to bring her other tit closer to my lips.

I stuck my tongue out from between my lips and caught the nipple from her right breast as she fed it to me. Opening my mouth, I sucked her right breast in as I had her left, swirling my tongue around her nipple as it hardened.

"You don't have to be as gentle with the right side," she said. She put her hand behind my head and pressed herself against me. "Mmmm... suck it. Suck my tit hard. Bite down on my nipple."

I bit down softly on her nipple as she braced herself with her hands on my shoulders.

"Harder," she said, shifting position on her knees. 

I placed one of my hands on the small of her back to steady her against me and cupped her breast with my hand. I rolled her nipple on my tongue and then bit down on it again, but harder than the last time, and pulled gently stretching her nipple. Alex moaned as I released her nipple from my mouth, and bent down to kiss me. While our lips were sealed together, I ran my hands up the sides of her torso, caressing her skin and then cupping her breasts in my hands.

Alex sat back, breathing hard as I continued to massage her tits.

"So, do you want to see my third tattoo?" she asked, smiling nervously.

"Yes. Do you want to show it to me?"

"Yes," Alex said, raising up and leaning forward. "I want you to see me." She took my face in her hand and kissed me, deeply and with desperation, shoving her tongue against my lips and into my mouth

Almost as a reflex reaction, my hands reached out and grasped her legs, reaching under the edge of her skirt as we continued to kiss. This almost seemed to heighten her sense of purpose, as she kissed me harder, and I slowly began to rub my hands against her thighs, caressing her. My own response was marked by the rigid shaft of my cock, which now stood fully erect with arousal. 

Alex leaned into me, pressing my head into her chest as my hands traveled higher beneath her skirt, grazing her flesh as I moved ever closer to her ass. I kissed her sternum, sucking gently on her skin as I cupped her panty-clad buttocks in my hands. Alex buried her fingers in my hair as she moaned and lowered herself. I watched her chest heave with her rapid breathing, her nipples swollen and red from arousal and from me sucking on them.

"I have to get up to finish undressing," she said, her lips breaking in a smile.

Bracing herself as she stood up, her legs weak and uncertain, Alex dismounted from the chair, reaching up and brushing her hair back from her face. Looking down, she saw my cock standing erect, and she smiled as she grasped the zipper on her side, tugging it all the way down, widening the slit at her waist. She lowered her skirt, revealing barely there, hip-hugging bikini panties that were the same color as the bra she'd stripped from her chest. As she stepped out of her skirt, she turned away from me.

"Can you see the tattoo on my back any better?" she asked, stepping back towards me. With her back turned to me, I took advantage of the opportunity to reach down and stroke my erection.

"Yes," I said. I put an arm around her, flattening my hand against her belly and leaned forward. I intentionally put my other hand on her ass, cupping the cheek in my palm and planted my lips in the small of her back. As I moved my lips across her tattoo, I caressed her ass and felt her cover my hand on her belly with her own hand. I looked up for a moment from kissing her back and pulled my hand from beneath hers on her belly.

Alex was every bit as beautiful from behind as she was from the front, and I yielded to the temptation to squeeze her ass with both hands as I resumed planting kisses on her back, working my way down to the waistband of her panties. I felt tension pull on her waistband and realized she was either beginning to pull them off or had decided to pleasure herself. Her panties did not move from her hips, and as Alex shifted her feet slightly, I determined she was in fact beginning to masturbate. I moved my hands around her waist again to stroke her and confirmed that was exactly what she was doing. Alex had one hand buried in her panties fingering herself and the other hand was fondling her breast.

"Take my panties off," she said.

I moved my hands down to the waistband of her panties and hooked my thumbs into it and began to push down. Alex responded by bending forward slightly at the waist and pushing her rear end back at me. As I pushed them near the floor, she shifted her feet and stepped out of them, now standing completely naked in front of me. I grasped her by the hips and leaned forward, planting a series of kisses on her buttocks. I applied pressure with my hands indicating I wanted her to face me. I knew now where the remaining tattoo was, and I wanted to see it.

Alex turned slowly to face me, the hand that had been masturbating her sex dangling at her side, her other hand covering her pubic region. She was breathing hard and smiled at me nervously.

"Do you want to taste me?" she asked, licking one of her fingers. I could see that another finger on the same hand was moist with her secretions.

"Yes," I said, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs. Alex lowered her hand to my mouth and inserted the tip of her index finger and gave me a taste of her sex. I realized now her arousal had been evident for longer than she'd been fingering herself. As I finished sucking the nectar from her finger, she withdrew her digit and let her hand fall to her side. I leaned forward and kissed the hand covering her pussy and the third tattoo. "Let me see what you're covering up. Let me see you."

Looking up into her eyes, I reached forward and slid my fingers between her hand and her pubis, and slowly lifted her hand away, exposing her to my prying eyes. My gaze traveled back down her body, taking in her naked beauty, and for the first time, I saw her most intimate secrets revealed. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, and off to the left, she bore a tattoo of a rose, stenciled on her flesh low enough, and in such a fashion, that it would be visible only when she was nude or wearing the most revealing of panties or swimwear.

I released her hand, letting it fall to her side, and grazed the flesh of her hip as I leaned forward to kiss her. I left my hands in contact with her thighs as I adjusted myself forward in the chair yet again. My lips puckered softly against the gentle edge of her pelvic bone, and I slowly traced my way toward the centerline of her torso, planting kisses as I went. The skin just above and to the left of her pussy, embellished with traces of dark red, bright red, green and black ink skin, trembled beneath my fingers as I drew them across the tattoo above her sex. As my eyes danced back and forth, observing every little detail of her beauty, I couldn't help but notice the slight puffy texture of her outer lips indicating her growing arousal. I leaned forward again, planting a kiss on the rose and beginning to move my way down toward the center of her womanhood.

Alex moaned encouragement to me as her hands reached up to stroke my head, her fingers pushing through my hair.

I couldn't quite get the angle right to ply my tongue against her sex, and so I resorted to cupping her mound in my palm, rubbing her gently, and then slowly inserting a finger into her.

"You wanna make me cum?" she asked. I looked up at Alex. She had a look on her face that was eager in hoping she hadn't asked the wrong question. I continued to stroke her pussy, gently sliding a second finger in between her swollen outer lips, causing her to close her eyes and tense her body as she gripped my shoulders. "Would you, please, get me off? I want you to make me cum."




Circle Ch. 06



I leaned forward, kissed her belly and agreed. She stepped back, taking me by the hand as I stood up to follow her. She raised my hand to her lips, sucking in the finger that had penetrated her. We walked to her bedroom, where she threw back the bedcovers, exposing the sheets. 

Alex turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs as I took up a position in front of her. I cupped her face with my fingers, lifting her chin to me, allowing me to kiss her lips. Bracing myself with my hands against the mattress, I leaned further into her, kissing her cheek and angled my way toward her exposed neck.

"Lie back," I whispered to her, placing a hand on her rib cage just below her breast and pressing gently. Alex reached past me and grabbed a pillow, placing it behind her to rest her head on.

As her body assumed a horizontal position, I continued to trace kisses down the exposed flesh of her upper chest. I left a trail of moist lip impressions down her sternum, deviating from my path only to gently kiss and suck her nipples and make gentle love to the breasts they crowned, remembering the extra sensitivity of the left side with the nipple ring, and likewise biting down with appropriate force on the right side. Alex grew impatient as I kissed my way down her body, and began again to pleasure herself, burying two fingers within her pussy.

I finally came to rest on my knees before her, and lifted her hand from her sex, sucking the tips of her fingers into my mouth.

My hands snaked under her thighs, and I rested my fingers on the skin just above her pelvis as I leaned forward to kiss her lower abdomen. Slowly working my way down to her womanhood, I kissed her as I gently caressed her supple flesh. Finally reaching the juncture where her legs joined her body, I focused specifically on avoiding her engorged, swollen labia and clit, planting soft kisses and licking the flesh around those areas, but not touching them directly. 

I was now perfectly positioned to see her sex fully exposed. Her pussy was enflamed with arousal, her slit visibly moist, the musky odor of her sex intoxicating. I stuck my tongue out and furtively licked a semi-circle up and over her clit, then around the bottom of it. Lowering my aim slightly, I traced the outline of her pussy lips with my tongue, and when I had completed it, drew my tongue up the center of her slit, collecting her nectar on my tongue. I drew her essence in, savoring her taste, and then stretched my tongue out again and began to trace it lazily around her clit, allowing myself to just barely graze the protuberance.

"Okay, all you're doing is teasing me," Alex moaned.

"You don't want me to tease you?" I asked, beginning to place a series of soft kisses onto her pussy lips, and finally onto her clit, rubbing my lips gently against her.

"Mmmm..., no. Please, no." Her body writhed on the bed. 

"No, you don't want me to tease you?" I asked, covering her clit and the upper part of her pussy with my mouth and french kissing her. "Tell me what you want."

"Please don't tease me any more," she said, pleading and out of breath. "I need to cum. I want you to make me cum. I want you to finger my pussy and eat me... I'm so close, please..."

I brought my hands up underneath her, cupping her ass cheeks. Without any prompting from me to do it, Alex raised her legs and draped them over my shoulders, thrusting herself against me. I buried my lips and tongue against her, thrusting my tongue into her and beginning to devour the folds of her sex between my lips, sucking them in, feeling the texture of her pussy as it passed over my tongue. Dragging my tongue through her pussy lips, I again soaked up her wetness on my tongue and raised up to focus on her clit.

I brought one hand from beneath her buttocks as I prepared to penetrate her with a finger, and Alex dropped her legs from my shoulders. My finger disappeared between the folds of her labia and as I began to thrust my finger in and out of her, I leaned forward and began to trace small circles around her clit, coming closer to it with each pass. Alex began to bear down against me, and I inserted a second finger, pressing against her as she plied her own pressure. 

I began to trace my tongue back and forth against her clit with unpredictable irregularity, and felt her body beginning to stiffen.

"I'm going to cum...," she said. "Oh... faster... mmmm..."

My fingers adopted a quicker pace and I was rewarded by her body beginning to spasm.

"Oh, yes..." she said, almost hissing. "Oh... a little more... a little more... bury your tongue in me... oh..." 

I replaced my fingers with my tongue and felt Alex shuddering against my mouth, amazed at how wet she was. I fucked her with my tongue, kissed her pussy and gently tongued her clit.

Alex went suddenly limp, as though every bone in her body had disintegrated, and yet her ribcage expanded and collapsed as rapidly as if she had just finished running a race. I eased off of the intensity of my efforts, but continued to pleasure her with my tongue.

"Oh, my god," she said, panting, "you're driving me crazy."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No, not really," she said, reaching down and caressing my head with her fingers. She smiled down at me. "I want you to fuck me."

I nodded, smiling back at her. As I stood up, Alex pushed herself back on the bed, bending her knees and spreading her legs to expose her sex to me again

I stroked my cock as I crawled between her legs. Alex reached down and took my cock in her hand, pulling me to her. I braced myself against the bed as she rubbed the head of my cock in the opening of her swollen pussy, coating me with her wetness.

"Push into me slowly," she said. "It's been a while."

I slowly surged forward, gradually pressing my cock into her depths, feeling her velvety walls snug against my cock.

Alex pulled her hand away and eased her head back, closing her eyes and smiling.

"Oooh, you feel really good," she said. "Whatever you do, don't stop fucking me. You're probably going to make a screamer out of me tonight."

I slowly started to move my cock in and out of her pussy.

"You don't normally scream when you cum?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But I'm so wired right now, it won't take much to send me over the edge again. I don't want you to stop until you cum inside me."

I lowered my abdomen against her to cause some additional friction against her clit as I thrust into her.

"Ohhh, that's... that's not nice," she said. "You're trying to make me scream... Mmmm..."

"No," I said, raising up to ease the friction.

"I didn't mean it," she said, wrapping her legs around me and grasping my ass with her hands to pull me deeper into her. "It felt really good... unhhh... oh, fuck... I can feel myself starting to cum again... ohhh..."

I angled back down against her, beginning to use long, slow deliberate thrusts. Her pussy muscles, still snug against me from her orgasm, were beginning to tense with the approach of her climax, and the effects I felt in my cock and balls told me I was beginning to get close to cumming, too. 

Alex grabbed my arms and I saw her grit her teeth as she tensed her body. I felt her bear down on me as she clenched the muscles of her pussy. The most notable result of this, for me, was the sudden tingle I felt that started in the head of my cock and transferred almost directly to my balls

I leaned down and kissed her neck, angling up toward her ear.

"Keep doing that and you're going to make me cum inside your pussy," I said.

"Yes," she said, breathing hard. "Cum in me... fill my pussy with your hot, sticky cum... oh, I'm... I'm cumming..."

Alex arched her back as her orgasm started, her pussy muscles squeezing my cock. I continued to thrust into her, feeling my own orgasm approach. As Alex fell back on the bed and relaxed, I thrust into her quickly, increasing the friction of my cock against the inside of her pussy and rewarding us both with my cock beginning to spasm, pulsing my semen into her. My thrusts became short and ragged as I pumped my cum inside Alex, and she wrapped her legs even more tightly around me, holding me inside her as our bodies came to rest against one another.

A moment later, as we both began to catch our breath, we looked at one another. Both of us were panting, our mouths open, noses no more than an inch apart.

"That was not bad for a first time," she said. "In fact, I'd be willing to do it again."

"Is that an offer?" I asked.

"Take it as you will," she said, raising up to kiss me. Our lips parted and Alex's face suddenly registered sharp concern. "What time is it?"

I looked over at the night stand. The clock said it was after two in the morning.

Alex lay her head back against the pillow, sighing with resignation.

"I know if I haven't already killed the moment, that I'm about to," she said.

"You have to get up early and go to work," I said.

"Not super early, but, yes," she said, rubbing her eyes. She relaxed her legs, and indicating that she wanted to roll, we rolled to her right, ending up with me on my back and her almost on top of me. 

"If I let you sleep with me, you're going to have to get up and move it in the morning," she said. "So, are you going home now, or do I get to enjoy having you next to me in bed for the next few hours?"

"I'd like to sleep here with you if that's alright," I said.

Alex got up, asking me to turn out the light in the living room as she went into the bathroom.

When I came back, she reappeared with a warm washrag, cupping my cock and balls as she cleaned me. She had removed her contact lenses, and her eyes now appeared hazel in color.

"I was hoping you'd want to stay," she said, setting her alarm clock. She turned off the bedside lamp and rolled over against me as I put an arm around her and kissed her.

I sighed with contentment as we began to drift off to sleep, convinced this was merely the beginning of a wonderful new relationship.



Circle Ch. 07



Chapter 7: The Morning After

I didn't here Alex's alarm clock when it went off. 

She woke me up with a kiss on the cheek, telling me if I hurried, I could take a shower before she had to leave for work. Looking at the clock, I realized I'd been asleep for almost four hours. I slowly sat up in the bed, swinging my feet to the floor. Once that movement was complete, I stood up and headed for the bathroom. I got in and out of the shower quickly, waking up and getting the smell of sex off of my body. I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself dry as I listened to the hum of her hair dryer in her bedroom.

As I dressed, I felt something foreign in my pocket and fished it out. It was a notecard with two phone numbers; one marked cell, the other marked home. I smiled to myself. I would be able to call her later.

I walked in to her bedroom to tell her I was leaving and was greeted by the sight of her topless form adorned in bikini panties and nothing else.

"I'll call you later," I said, leaning around her to kiss her on the cheek.

"Is that a promise?" she asked, turning off the hair dryer and facing me.

"Yes," I said, planting a soft kiss on her parted lips. I placed my hand on the small of her back as our lips lingered. Alex reached out and rested a hand on my chest as she drew in a deep breath.

As I backed away from her, Alex told me she didn't want to be rude, but she was running late, and could I let myself out. I could. And I did, looking forward to the next time I would see the charming vision of her beauty.

Carl was already out golfing when I got home. I snuck in as quietly as possible, went to my room, and changed into running clothes. Running was a habit ingrained in me, and this morning it served as an outlet to help clear my head and actually wake me up.

After my run, I took my second shower of the day, got dressed and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. A few minutes after I sat down at the kitchen table, Becca strolled into the kitchen and sat down across from me. She was dressed in her robe, her hair still wet from her shower.

"Somebody was out late last night," she said.

"Yes, I was." 

"So," Becca leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "I know you were out all night long. I'm sure she told you she had to go to work today, and I know that you weren't so inconsiderate as to keep her awake all night. Tell me everything that happened."

"She did tell me she had to work today," I said, "and, no, I didn't keep her awake all night. We talked. Quite a bit, actually. I learned she lives less than a mile from the apartment I'm moving into, she wears contact lenses and loves daisies." I raised my glass to take a sip of orange juice. "I learned a lot of things last night, but I'm just not sure what else you want me to tell you."

"Did you sleep together?"

"We got some sleep; our bodies were in very close proximity to one another, so, yes, we slept together," I said.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Becca said.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I discussed such things?" I asked, feigning offense.

"Spare me the chivalry. Or do you want me to believe you haven't told anyone about us sleeping together?"

"Look, what goes on between us stays between us... allowing, of course, for the fact you told Alex and 'the girls' everything," I said. "Aside from that, no, I haven't discussed it outside our small circle and I don't intend to."

"Did you and Alex talk about it last night?" Becca asked.

"Out of necessity, yes," I replied. "Mainly to discuss how it related to me and her and how we thought it could affect us."

"And?" Becca shifted in her chair. 

"She gave me her phone numbers," I waved the note card at her.

"You are impossible," Becca said, shaking her head and smiling.

"Go dry your hair," I said, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. "I have to go find furniture this morning. I move in next week and have nothing to put in the place."

"Carl's got to go to his office this afternoon," Becca said. "You want to do lunch?"

"Sure. Give me a call later," I said, grabbed my keys and headed out.

A couple of hours later, my cell phone rang. I looked down at the screen. The number appeared familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I swept my fingers across the keypad to answer the phone and raised it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi," a female voice answered on the other end. "Do you know who this is?"

"Yes, I do," I said, recognizing Alex's voice. "I hadn't locked your number into my cell phone yet, so I didn't recognize the number at first. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good," she said. "I got your number from Becca. I hope you don't mind."

"Absolutely not," I said. "It's good to hear your voice. Did you have to endure the third degree to get my number?"

"Something like that." I could hear Alex sigh on the other end of the conversation. "Listen, I have to come back to the office for an hour this afternoon, but I've got some time for lunch. Want to meet me?"

"I'd love to, but I was supposed to meet Becca for lunch," I said. 

"She told me," Alex said. "After she and I talked for a few minutes, she said to tell you she'd just see you at the house."

"Okay, then. Sure, let's do lunch. Give me a time and a place."

Alex told me to meet her in forty-five minutes and suggested a location. I told her I would see her there and hung up.

I arrived at the restaurant on time, and as I waited for the hostess to finish seating the people ahead of me, I scanned the tables to see if Alex had already arrived. I had just finished looking across the restaurant without seeing her when I felt a hand on my arm.

"Looking for someone?"

I turned to see Alex standing there. Her hair was pinned up, ears and neck exposed, and instead of contact lenses, she was wearing glasses. She was dressed in a pair of khaki slacks and a light blue short sleeve blouse.

"As a matter of fact, I am," I said. "Someone smart, beautiful, fun to talk to... know anyone that fits that description?"

"I think so," she said, leaning up and kissing me. Alex took my hand and led me to our table.

I slid into the booth, sitting across from her.

"Sorry I didn't see you at first," I said. "Between the glasses and your hair being pinned up... I was looking for your long, flowing hair."

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I think I was looking down at the menu when you walked in. My hair was going to be down, but I ran out of time to do anything with it, and my eyes just could not handle contacts today. This was not a good morning. I wish we could have just stayed in bed"

"That would have been nice," I agreed. "So Becca grilled you, too?"

"Yeah," Alex said, nodding her head. "I think I might have pissed her off a little. We chatted for a few minutes about last night and then she asked to tell her about the sex." Alex paused as the waitress came to our table and took our order.

"What was I telling you?" she asked, squinting at me, remembering. "So anyway, she asked me to tell her about the sex and I asked her what made her so sure we'd had sex. Then she told me you said we'd slept together."

"I told her we fell asleep, very close to one another, so that technically, we did sleep together. I was very careful with my word choice," I said.

Alex looked down at the table, then back up at me. "So she was still fishing for information when I talked to her?" I nodded. "Well, I didn't go into a lot of detail, but she knows we did more than just sleep in the bed together."

I shook me head, sighing. Becca would be a real joy to deal with when I got home.

"So, what makes you think you pissed her off?" I asked.

"She said she wanted to know exactly what had happened and I told her it wasn't any of her business," Alex said. 

Lunch arrived at our table and we made small talk as we consumed our meal. We both agreed that Becca was merely being concerned, if not nosy, but nothing to be worried about. 

"Do you have to go back to work this afternoon?" I asked. I peered into her beautiful eyes. At the moment, they appeared to be more hazel than green.

"Yeah," she said, stirring her tea absent-mindedly. "We had three batches to process and we still haven't started on the third batch yet. I can think of so many better ways to spend Saturday."

"That makes two of us," I said.

"Yeah. Speaking of better ways to kill time, how's your furniture shopping?" she asked.

"Plodding along," I replied. "I'm sure things will move along pretty quick once I move into my apartment. I'm actually more concerned about getting boxes unpacked when I clear out my storage."

"I know. I hate boxes, too," she said. "You know, once you get your keys and start moving in, I could help you unpack, get settled in..."

"I'd like that," I said. When we were done eating, I offered to walk Alex to her car. As we walked through the parking lot, she told me she would call me when she got home. When we got to her car, I kissed her goodbye and watched her drive away.

Late in the afternoon, I'd finished furniture shopping. I was almost done finalizing my plan for moving in and getting settled. All I had left to do was hit the store, picking up cleaning supplies, a shower curtain, and a few other things the night before getting the keys. One night in the next week, I'd need to get into my storage shed to sort through some things before moving in.

I walked back through the front door at the house just in time to hear Carl comment on the baseball game he was watching on TV. I looked in to see that the Rangers were up by two over the A's. I looked at the box score, and asked Carl if the Rangers were doing as well as the box score reflected.

"Same old story," he said, shaking his head. "They've got the wood at the plate, the gloves in the field, but the weak link is on the mound."

Becca walked into the living room

"You dog. We should have stayed up and hosed you both down last night," she said.

"It sounds like you're upset that she and I hit it off well together."

No," she replied. "I'm thrilled; overjoyed in fact. But I didn't think you'd fuck her on the first date." Becca folded her arms against her chest defensively.

I stood there for a moment, pausing to let both of us take a couple of breaths. Carl looked back and forth between us, not sure if he should stay to referee or if he should exit the field of battle that was shaping up.

"We're both adults. She and I both knew exactly what we were doing," I said. "It wasn't like some college frat party where I got my date drunk and took advantage of her."

"Maybe not, but good grief, Mike," Becca said, waving her arms as she sat down and glared at me from the couch. 

"I'd like to point out that you told her you and I were sleeping together, and that you set us up together. That doesn't make you at all responsible for last night, but now that Alex and I have tangled ourselves, let us unravel any knots we may have."

"Where does that leave you and me?" Becca asked.

"Well," I said, "polygamy is illegal. So I'm guessing that since a man can't have more than one wife, you can't have more than one husband."

"Alright, wiseguy," she said. "I don't want to marry you. One husband at a time is plenty, thanks." Carl rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"So you're just using me as a sex toy?" I asked, feigning shock.

"At the risk of sounding crude, I prefer the term fuck-buddy," she said. Carl closed his eyes and shook his head. "I think you'd have to agree that it's a mutually beneficial arrangement."

"It is indeed," I said, standing up. 

Carl leaned over and put his arms around Becca, pulling her to him.

"Is it safe for me to leave the two of you alone in this house alone while I'm gone?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, we'll be fine. Where are you going?" I asked him as rocked his wife in his arms.

"I leave tomorrow to go back to Atlanta for a week," he said. "We have to make corrections to some of the programs we set up a couple of months ago."

"The poor baby is really going to suffer," Becca said, grabbing his arms and leaning into him. "He gets to go golfing one day in the middle of week as part of a company brainstorming session and then he goes again Saturday before coming home."

"It's a rough assignment, but somebody has to do it," he said, kissing her as he released her from his arms and stood up. "I need to go check and see if my e-ticket arrived yet."

Becca watched as he left the room, then followed me into the kitchen. "Are you sure you and I are okay?" she asked.

"Unless you told Alex she was nuts for sleeping with me," I said, looking up.

"Honestly," she said, sitting in a chair at the table, "all I did was express surprise at the fact that you ended up in bed with her last night. I didn't tell her she was crazy for doing it. She might perceive it that way, and if she does I'm sorry."

"Tell me something..." I folded my arms as I looked at her.

"Sure," she said.

"Alex told me that she's been completely naked in your backyard before..."

"Yeah, she and I sunbathe nude together every now and then," Becca said.

"But she told me Carl's only seen her topless," I said.

Becca looked away, thinking, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing her arm.

"Okay, I guess," she said, shrugging, "but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Why hasn't he seen the two of you nude together?" I asked. "And maybe more relevant to this whole deal, if she and I were both in the same sexless drought, why did you not try to set me and her up together back then if you thought we might be so well suited to each other? And once you and I began sleeping together, did it ever occur to you to let her sleep with Carl, like he offered for you to sleep with me?"

Becca sat back in the chair staring at me. Her mouth fell partially open and her eyes began to wander.

"I'm not trying to start anything," I said. "I'm just curious."

"I know, I know," she said, standing up and starting to walk from the room. She stopped at the doorway and turned around.

"I have no idea why he hasn't seen her in the altogether," she said. "I know she's not shy about her body. She's beautiful... gorgeous hair, great tits, nice ass..." She leaned against the wall just inside the door to my room and looked at me as she dropped her hands to her side.

"I don't know why I didn't hook the two of you up sooner," she said. "I mentioned you to her months ago, before your divorce finalized, but she didn't want to rush into anything because of her recent breakup." Becca let out a deep breath. "I guess, looking back, I should have forced the issue and pushed her. As to your other question, which is really quite good, I must say, it never occurred to me to let Carl fuck her." Becca ran her fingers through her hair and dropped her hands to her side again.

"You know, I think personal vanity made me want to hoard you for myself," she said. "It probably sounds crazy, but it's been a real boost to my ego knowing that I had the sex appeal to turn you on and wire you up."

"Women and their vanity," I said, suddenly wishing I'd kept the comment to myself. "You're not jealous of her, are you?"

"Would you blame me if I was?" she asked. "I mean look at her... she has that gorgeous long hair, and her boobs are bigger than mine. They're not huge, but they are bigger. And Kate seemed to get you're attention pretty well, too."

"Yes, she did," I said, stepping up to Becca and taking her hand in mine. "But you have to understand something. Your attractiveness is undiminished, and it isn't determined by the length of your hair or your cup size. Your true sexiness is in here and in here." I stroked the side of her head with one hand and ran a finger along her breast bone between her tits. "You're beautiful, and your husband thinks you're a complete hottie."

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'm not married to you, sweetheart," I said, kissing her on the cheek, "but I think you're an absolute hottie, too. Just don't ask me to make comparisons, because they aren't fair to anyone."

"So, what you're saying is that the woman you're with at the moment is the hottest thing you've ever seen?" she asked, an accusing, yet emotionless expression on her face.

"No," I said, leaning back against the doorframe. "Believe it or don't, I've never been one of those guys that just needs a piece of ass and a place to bed her in order to get off. I actually like there to be a connection between me and whoever I'm with. I can name you several women that are super model beautiful that I would never go out with, much less fuck, simply because they have the personality of a thorn bush... not a rose bush, a thorn bush. On the other hand, I can name some women who are not super model material, but they're absolutely thermal because of how they carry themselves and who they are."

"Really," she said, perking up. "Anyone I know?"

"I don't know... have you looked in a mirror lately?" I said. "But to answer your earlier question, you and I are fine. Whatever happens between me and Alex, you will always be special to me."

"You two could make a Hallmark greeting card cry," Carl said, stepping into view and wrapping his arms around Becca. She tilted her head to the side as he nuzzled her neck.

"Why don't you ever sweet talk me like this?" she asked as she covered his hands with hers. She inhaled sharply and smiled as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck.

"I don't have to sweet talk you, honey," he said, biting her ear lightly, "I'm married to you."

"You did not just say that," she said, squirming in his arms, eyes wide with mock wrath.

"Do I need to refresh your memory regarding last night?" he asked, his hands rising to cup her breasts through her shirt, his fingers tracing around the outline of her nipples.

"Mmmm... Yeah, I think you might need to," she said, leaning back into him and throwing her arms up over her head.

"I'm going to go take care of my wife and remind her how sexy she is," Carl said, reaching down and grasping the hem of his wife's shirt. He pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor, then running his hands up her naked torso to cup her again. He lightly massaged her as she leaned against him, her nipples hard and a smile on her face. He dropped a hand to her shorts and unfastened them before sliding his hand in to finger her. 

"I think my husband is going to take me to bed and fuck me," she said, reaching down to push her shorts from her hips and stepping out of them as Carl reached around her again to rub her mound.

"Yes, I am," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her toward their bedroom.

I smiled as they walked down the hall talking dirty to one another. Looking at the TV, I noticed the Rangers were still in the lead with one inning left to play. A few minutes later, I turned up the volume to mask the sounds coming from Carl and Becca's room.

My cell phone rang thirty minutes later. Alex was calling.

"Hello, beautiful," I said.

"Ahha," she said, "flattery will get you just about everywhere. I'm done at the office. I've got one stop to make, and then I'll be home. Wanna come over?"

"Sure," I replied. "Let me clean up a little and I'll be there." Alex told me she'd see me when I got there and we hung up.

I headed down the hall to take a quick shower and was treated to the sight of Becca on her back, her tits swaying as Carl thrust into her. As much as I wanted to stand there and watch, I elected not to, figuring I would be better off not showing up at Alex's place with one thing running rampant through my mind.

When I came out of the shower, they were finished and Becca lay naked and spent on their bed. She smiled and waved at me as I walked toward my room to get dressed.

I was almost ready to go when I looked up to see Becca standing in the doorway to my room. Her arms and shoulders were bare, but she had her robe pulled up around her, closed loosely about her body.




Circle Ch. 07



"Going to see Alex?" she asked, leaning against the threshold. When I nodded, she tilted her head. "You're going to miss out."

"What am I going to miss out on?"

"Carl went to grab dinner, and after we eat, he said we're going to spend the entire evening naked together," she said.

"I'm pretty sure Carl wants to spend some time alone with you before he's gone for the week."

"Probably so," she said, agreeing with me. She let her robe fall open exposing her breasts. "Are you ever going to touch me again?"

"I can't predict the future," I said, stepping towards her. "Right now you're looking at it as if you've lost me, when the truth is, you brought two of your friends together. You need to be patient." I reached out and putting one arm around her and placed my hand on top of her breast as I pulled her to me in a hug. "If it's any comfort, you make it really hard to walk away from you when you're like this." I kissed her cheek and told her I would see her later.

As I walked out of the house, she called after me. "I'll be waiting when you get home."

On the way to Alex's apartment, I stopped at a store I knew carried fresh flowers and found some daisies. 

When I arrived at her apartment, I knocked and heard Alex tell me the door was open.

I shut the door behind me. As I turned around to see her walking toward me, I raised the flowers in my hand and presented them to her. 

"I thought I'd get a head start on next week," I said.

"I love it," Alex said as she took the flowers in hand and kissed me. "Did you lock the door behind you?" she asked as she took the flowers to the kitchen to put them in water.

I reached back and turned the deadbolt. "Done," I said as I watched her fill a vase with water and set the daisies in it.

Alex sat the vase on the table in her kitchen. She stood for a moment just looking at them and then turned to me.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since a man brought me flowers?" she asked, walking to me. She put one hand on my shoulder and reached up with the other hand pulling a couple of pins, allowing her hair to fall.

"I'm going to guess it's been awhile," I said, putting my hands on her hips.

"Yes. It seems like forever," she said, reaching up to shake her hair out and push her fingers through it.

"Let me do that," I said, and I moved my hands up to her temples, spread my fingers against her scalp and pushed them through her hair. I kissed her forehead as she leaned against me.

"Oh, that feels sooo good," she said. "Do much of that and you will put me to sleep."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I asked. My fingers worked their way through her hair to the back of her head and began to massage there as well.

"Mmmm. No, but I don't do well sleeping standing up," she said. "And I have too much to do to go to sleep right now. But I do want to change clothes."

Alex told me to kick off my shoes and make myself comfortable as she disappeared into her bedroom. A moment later, she came back into view as she stepped out of her pants, and then removed her bra. I enjoyed the brief treat of watching her walk topless to her closet, her bikini panties encasing her hips sweetly and seductively at the same time.

When she came back into her living room, she'd donned a pair of loose fitting shorts and a tank top, which lightly showcased the outline of her nipples. She walked over to where I was sitting and grabbed my hand.

"Come help me pick out some music," she said, pulling me up from the sofa.

We stepped over to the wall where she had her stereo and CD collection and I stepped up behind her as she pulled my arm around her waist. She picked out some artists I hadn't heard of before, promising me I would like what I heard. The music started playing, the soft vocals and light instrumentals providing a nice back drop for us as we walked back to sit down on the couch.

Alex pushed me down onto the couch and then sat in my lap, putting an arm around me.

"Okay, we need to decide on something to order for dinner, because I'm not cooking tonight," she said. "I'll cook for you later, but tonight I want to get something delivered so we don't have to go anywhere and I don't have to waste time in the kitchen. And then after dinner, I'm gonna have to split my attention between you and work."

"Work?" I asked. "On a Saturday night?"

"Yeah," she said, raising her arms above her head and dragging her fingers through her hair. "We're snowed right now, with projects stacked on top of one another."

"What do you do, exactly?" I asked, putting my hand on her belly that was exposed as her outstretched arms caused her tank top to rise.

"Digital imagery manipulation and graphic art digital enhancement," she said. "A lot of what I do involves scanning images and getting them prepared for publication, whether it's in a web application or something for actual hard copy publication. Right now I am up to my eyeballs with stuff to scan and process."

She left her arms up over her head as she leaned forward to kiss me.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asked. "And I'm not on the menu."

We decided to order pizza, and when Alex hung up the phone, she turned to me.

"Forty to fifty minutes," she said, stepping towards me. "I don't want to get started with the computer until after dinner, because, once I get started I'll be tied up the rest of the night." She lifted her arms over her head again, and stretched seductively, baring her belly again and leaning against me. "Right now, I want to play."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, laying my fingers on her warm, inviting skin. Our eyes locked together as I dipped my head to kiss her. My lips met hers as I felt her raise slightly on her toes. Her upper lip slide between my lips and her tongue slid against my lower lip, and then I felt her teeth bite my lip teasingly.

Alex broke the kiss and stepped back from me, dropping her hands to her waist and beginning to unfasten her shorts.

"I love kissing you," she said, "but we don't have a lot of time, and I want you to fuck me." 

Alex turned to walk out of her kitchen, motioning for me to follow her. As her feet glided towards the bedroom, her shorts fell from her hips, landing on the floor. 

"I've been looking forward to this all day," she said, grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it over her head as she passed through the doorway of her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took off her glasses as I approached her. I had pulled my shirt off and was fiddling with my belt when she grabbed me by the waistband, pulling me to her. Her fingers took over and made quick work of my belt, button and zipper and began pushing my jeans to the floor. As I stepped out of my jeans, her hand grasped my hardening penis through my boxers, stroking me. 

I sunk my fingers into her hair as she pushed my boxers down, freeing my cock. Alex leaned forward, taking my cock in her hand and bringing it to her lips. She stuck her tongue out and gently licked the underside of the head, flicking her tongue back and forth lightly. Then, she opened her mouth, gently taking the head of my cock in between her lips, placing soft friction against it with her mouth as her tongue continued to dance along the underside of my cock. My cock became rock hard between her lips, and she developed a slow rhythm as she began to force her mouth up and down on my cock. Her free hand cupped my balls, with her finger nails gently tickling the skin at the base of my scrotum.

"That feels really good," I said, looking down at her. I was nowhere near cumming, but the sensations Alex generated on my cock were making the experience memorable.

"Don't cum," she said. "I want you to fuck me. I want to you to shoot your cum inside me." She descended on my cock again, swallowing me, beginning to take me deeper and deeper. She moved her hands around my hips until she had hold of my ass cheeks, pulling me to her. She let my cock fall from her mouth, and brought one of her hands back to hold it. 

"Stand there," she said. "Resist the temptation to thrust your hips or do anything else. Just stand there." She took my cock back into her mouth, and with both hands holding onto my ass, she slowly impaled her mouth on the length of my cock, drawing me steadily deeper until I felt a slight pressure around the head of my cock as she attempted to deep throat me. She paused before pulling herself back and repeated her movement several more times, breathing hard after each repetition. I'd never experienced that before, and hoped I was getting a preview of something to be enjoyed again later when we were less time constrained.

Alex suddenly released my cock and shoved herself back on the bed, throwing her feet in the air as she skinned her panties from their perch on her hips. When the filmy garment cleared her feet, she tossed it from the bed and planted her feet on the bed with her knees open, exposing herself to me.

Alex cupped a breast with one hand as the other reached down to her pussy; not to cover, but to pleasure herself. I watched as Alex allowed her fingers to dance lazily across her reddening lips, tracing gently around the hood attempting to shelter her clit.

"Stroke your cock for me, while I finger myself for you," she said. 

As my hand loosely formed around my shaft and began sliding easily over the head of my cock, I watched as Alex pushed a finger down the length of her slit, slowly parting her lips and getting her finger wet before penetrating herself. She closed her eyes as her finger slipped inside her sex, the rest of her hand pressing down around the outside of her pussy.

"Do you like watching me masturbate?" she asked, pinching a nipple and thrusting her finger in and out of her sex with a slow deliberate motion. "Do you like it when I pinch my nipples and sink a finger into my pussy?"

"Yes," I said, continuing to stroke my erection. "I like watching your finger slide in and out of you, wet with your pussy juice. I like seeing your pussy get hot and wet, ready to fuck."

"Mmmm," she said, pulling the finger from her pussy and sucking it into her mouth. "I like tasting myself. I want to taste myself on your cock after you cum inside me. Do you want me to do that?"

"Yes. I want to taste your pussy, too," I said, moving towards her as she lay spread out on the bed.

"Come suck my tits," she said, cupping her breasts to offer them to my lips.

I crawled between her legs, planting kisses beginning just below her belly and working my way rapidly up her torso towards her breasts. Her nipples, hard and erect, invited my lips, and my mouth descended upon her chest. I sucked in the nipple on the left first, swirling my tongue around it. I opened my mouth wider, covering the entire area surrounding her nipple with my lips, and slowly dragging them closed around her areola. 

Alex thrust her hips up at me as I shifted my attention to her other nipple. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against me as I lowered my lips to her other nipple. I traced my tongue around it, then sucked it in, rising off of it for only a moment before taking it in my teeth and biting down gently.

"Harder... bite it harder," she said.

I bit down with additional pressure, pulling on her nipple slightly with my teeth. I quickly released it, covering her nipple with my mouth and sucking her in.

"Fuck me with your fingers and... bite it again," she said, her breathing becoming labored.

I ran my hand down her torso and traced two fingers along the edge of her pussy, feeling her heat before slipping them into her wetness. As I slowly plunged them into her, I leaned forward, sucking her nipple in, and then clamping my teeth down with controlled pressure, drawing it out away from her body.

"Oh... that's it... bite me again...," she said, bearing down on my fingers. I bit down on her nipple again as she pressed herself against my hand.

"I'm about to cum," she said, relaxing her body. "I want you inside me." Alex moved her feet and shifted her body as I positioned myself to enter her.

I positioned the head of my cock against her sex, rubbing it in her wetness. Her pussy lips parted, offering my cock entrance. I thrust forward just enough for her to feel the pressure of my penis starting to penetrate her vaginal opening, then pulled back before pushing forward softly again.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" she asked, breathing hard.

"You're really close aren't you?" I asked, dipping my cock into her again.

"Yes," she said, almost hissing her reply. "Stick your cock in me and fuck me." She thrust her hips up at me as my cock pressed into her and wrapped her legs around me in an attempt to pull me in.

I eased forward, sliding my cock all the way inside the warm, snug, moist pocket of her sex. I leaned into her as Alex dropped her hips again and watched her close her eyes and press her head back into the pillow. Slowly, I began to thrust into her, and she began to roll her hips, meeting me as our bodies came together.

"You feel good," I said, leaning down and kissing her cheek as I thrust into her. She turned her head, exposing her neck to me, and I kissed the skin she offered, pressing forward to kiss and nibble lightly on her ear.

"Oh,... so do you, baby," she said. "Damn, your cock feels good inside me." She began to roll her hips into me harder, more forcefully. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock and make me cum."

I shortened my thrusts, beginning to plunge shallow, but pressing against her as she rolled her hips into me. I felt her body begin to tense and her movement begin to become irregular. Alex's mouth opened as she began to pant hard and arched her back, moving in ragged forced motions.

"Cum for me, baby," I said, encouraging her as I continued to thrust. "Cum on my cock."

"Oh,... yes..., I'm cumming... oh... I'm cumming on your cock," she panted. "Oh,... cum inside me... fuck me with your cock and shoot your cum in my pussy..."

I withdrew almost all of the way before thrusting into her again, and I felt her pussy contract around my cock, clamping down on me. 

"Don't stop...," she said, "I'm still cumming... oh...." Alex threw her legs around me, pressing me deeper inside her pussy.

I felt my balls slapping up against her as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy. The head of my cock began to tingle as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm.

"I can feel your cock swelling and getting harder inside me," Alex said. "Give me your cum, baby... cum inside my pussy."

Alex reached down between us and scratched gently behind my balls, pressing against the base of my cock, and suddenly the pleasure of climax overtook me. 

I pressed myself hard against Alex as my cock began pulsing, filling her pussy with my cum.

"Oooh... I can feel you cumming in me," she said. 

We kissed as our bodies stopped moving together. Alex's hands rested against my torso as I reached up and caressed the side of her face. 

I rolled onto my side, pulling Alex into my arms and kissing her.

Alex kissed me back briefly and then pushed away from me.

"Quick, stand up," she said. "We don't have much time."

"What?" I asked raising up on my elbows as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Our pizza will be here in a matter of minutes, and I want to suck our juices off of your cock," she said. 

I got up and stood in front of her as she reached out and cupped my balls with one hand while she sucked my softening cock in between her lips. The head of my cock was still very sensitive from cumming, and I thought for a moment my knees might buckle, but I managed to maintain my footing.

Almost like it had been scheduled, someone knocked on the front door. It had to be the pizza delivery guy, and Alex stepped past me on her way to the door.

I grabbed money from my wallet and handed it to her as she fished around in her purse.

"Are you going to answer the door without putting any clothes on?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll hide behind the door and he won't see a thing," she said. "You stay out of sight."

I stepped into the kitchen as she stepped toward the door. Alex pressed her face against the door as she peered through the peephole.

"It's a delivery girl," she said, looking back at me as she unlocked the door and began opening it.

Alex pulled the door open far enough to take in the pizza and turn over the money for it, telling the girl to keep the change as a tip. In a matter of seconds, the door was shut and locked again. Alex stepped into the kitchen, setting the pizza box down on the counter.

"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I need to go clean up. I can feel you oozing out of me and starting to run down my leg."

I grabbed her hand as she started to leave the kitchen.

"Hold on to the counter," I said, squatting down in front of her. I reached in between her legs, spreading her apart a little as I pushed her back against the counter and brought my mouth to her pussy. Alex's warm, moist flesh shuddered as I plied my tongue to her sex, tasting our mixed sex secretions on the outside of her pussy. I lapped up the cum leaking from her, licking at the fluid that had started to run south down her leg. When our juices had been contained on my tongue, I again french kissed her pussy, driving my tongue into her and sucking on the folds of her sex. I felt Alex take hold of the hair on the back of my head, not pushing me away, but not necessarily encouraging me, either.

"Don't stop what you're doing," she said. "Keep at it just a little more and you'll make me come again."

I tongued Alex's pussy again, and was rewarded with a moan. Now, her hand was encouraging me, pushing my head into her groin as her need to cum again became pronounced. As I moved my tongue upwards toward her clit, I inserted a finger into her sex, stroking her gently.

"Oh... damn..." Alex faltered for a moment, bracing herself suddenly against the counter as her body shuddered. 

I pressed upward with my fingers as my tongue encircled her clit, flicking lightly across it. I slowly lightened the pressure on Alex's inner pussy as she relaxed, breathing hard.

I looked up at her as she leaned against the kitchen counter, her chest rising and falling rapidly with labored breathing.

Alex smiled at me as I stood up. We hugged each other and kissed before getting ready for dinner.

An hour later, dinner complete, Alex had her computer fired up and was almost ready to begin work. She said I would probably get bored quickly, but she would show me what she did with her graphics design software. Wearing only her tank top and panties, she lined up the first photo on her scanner and began uploading it into her computer. I had put my clothes back on. I didn't want to cause her night to be any longer than it already promised to be.

"I talked to my boss this afternoon," she said. "The stuff I'm working tonight has to be in tomorrow afternoon. He said if I work late three, maybe four nights this week, I can have all of next weekend off. That way I can help you move in."

"Sounds like a wonderful way to spend your weekend," I said.

"I'll be with you," she said.

"I can't argue with that," I replied.

"Becca called me while you were on your way over," Alex said, turning to her computer, making an adjustment and resetting the scanner. "She said the two of you talked this afternoon and that it got kind of involved."

"That's one way to describe it," I said. "It's almost like she's jealous or afraid she's missing something." I looked away, thinking. "Actually, it's more like she invited a friend to play with a favorite toy, and she's not happy that the friend took her up on the offer."

"Good analogy," Alex said, "but I don't think it's quite that bad. I think she just needs to adjust to the idea. She said she asked you if you'd ever touch her again."




Circle Ch. 07



"Yeah," I replied, nodding. "Carl's leaving town for a week tomorrow, so it'll be me and her alone in the house. She and Carl were hard at it this afternoon and were gearing up to make a night of it when I left. And she said she'll be waiting for me when I get home tonight."

Alex turned away from her computer to look at me.

"If I remember what she told me previously, the two of you had some really good sex the last time Carl was out of town," she said.

"Yes, we did."

"At the moment, I can't complain about anything," Alex said. "If you go home tonight and she still has the energy and wants you, go for it."

"Are you serious?"

"Why not?" she asked. "It's not like she's stopping me from having you. And like I said, I'll be tied up most of this week. I might be able to get away for dinner one night, but that'll probably be it. I guess, at least for now, I reason that as long as I can have you when we're together, she can have you when we're not." Alex raised a foot, digging into my crotch with her toes.

"After next week, the rules may change, though, mister," she said.

"Really?" I was intrigued by Alex's thinking.

"Oh, yeah," she replied. "After next week, when you're in a place of your own, I'll start marking my territory."

"Marking your territory?"

"Yeah." Alex turned back to her computer and started it processing one of the scanned photos, then lined another one up on the scanner. "Don't worry. You'll see exactly what I'm talking about. In fact, I may come over tomorrow to discuss a few things with Becca. She said she and I needed to talk."

I nodded, raising my eyebrows as I wondered what the two women were going to discuss.

Alex showed me a few of the things she did to the photos, promising to show me more later, as she was more concerned with getting her work done than with showing off her skills.

I didn't want to needlessly distract her, so, after a while, I decided to call it a night. 

As we said good-bye, I wrapped her tightly in my arms. My hands caressed her back from her shoulders down to her butt, eliciting a purring response. We kissed at the door and I told Alex I looked forward to seeing her soon.

I put the key into the ignition of my truck and cranked it. Looking at the clock on the dash, I realized it was a little early to head home. I really did not want to interrupt Carl and Becca in the throes of love making, so I decided to drive around for awhile before heading home.



Circle Ch. 08



Author's note: I know some reader's find it unthinkable that a woman would even consider straying from her husband's bed, much less actually sleep with another man. If it bothers you, the solution is simple: don't read about it. One question: do you have the same reservations about men sleeping with women other than their wives? Clearly, the participants aren't that upset by the notion.

*

Becca was not herself. She had introduced Mike and Alex, and now that the two of them had apparently hit it off, Becca acted like she was jealous. It was almost like she thought Mike was cheating on her, which was absolutely not the case. Carl listened for a few minutes as it seemed like Becca was intent on picking a fight, with Mike seemingly just as intent on downplaying the situation and smoothing things over. Their discussion had moved to the kitchen, and since they had not raised their voices, he assumed the conversation was remaining civil.

It was true. Alex was an incredibly attractive woman. But so was Becca. And it was remarkably unlike her to express such vain insecurity about her desirability. Carl realized he needed to take action to impress her with the fact that he found her desirable, especially given that he was about to leave town for a week.

Carl walked toward the kitchen slowly, his ears straining to pick up the voices as they bantered back and forth. As the back of his wife's beautiful figure came into view, he heard Mike tell Becca that there were some women he thought were extremely sexy not solely because of their looks, but because of how they presented themselves and their personalities.

"Really," Becca said, perking up. "Anyone I know?"

"I don't know... have you looked in a mirror lately?" Mike said. "But to answer your earlier question, you and I are fine. Whatever happens between me and Alex, you will always be special."

"You two could make a Hallmark greeting card cry," Carl said, stepping up behind Becca and wrapping his arms around her. She tilted her head to the side as he nuzzled her neck.

"Why don't you ever sweet talk me like this?" she asked as she covered his hands with hers. She inhaled sharply and smiled as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck.

"I don't have to sweet talk you, honey," he said, biting her ear lightly, "I'm married to you."

"You did not just say that," she said, squirming in his arms, eyes wide with mock wrath.

"Do I need to refresh your memory regarding last night?" he asked, his hands rising to cup her breasts through her shirt, his fingers tracing around the outline of her nipples.

"Mmmm... Yeah, I think you might need to," she said, leaning back into him and throwing her arms up over her head.

"I'm going to go take care of my wife and remind her how sexy she is," Carl said, reaching down and grasping the hem of his wife's shirt. He pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor, then running his hands up her naked torso to cup her again. He lightly massaged her as she leaned against him, her nipples hard and a smile on her face. He dropped a hand to her shorts and unfastened them before sliding his hand in to finger her. 

"I think my husband is going to take me to bed and fuck me," she said, reaching down to push her shorts from her hips and stepping out of them as Carl reached around her again to rub her mound.

"Yes, I am," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her toward their bedroom.

Carl led Becca by the hand as they walked down the hall toward their bedroom. Her hips swayed gently as she followed close behind him. 

"I'm going to suck your tits and eat that sweet pussy of yours," he said.

"After that, are you going to fuck me with your cock?" she asked.

"You know I will, baby," he replied.

When they reached their bedroom, Carl turned to face her, wrapping his arms around her as he slid his fingers inside her panties to push them from her body and complete undressing her. Becca stepped out of them when they hit the floor and as soon as her husband stood up, she immediately set to work removing his shorts while he pulled his shirt over his head.

Kneeling down, Becca slowly worked his shorts and his boxers down from his thighs, leaving him naked in front of her, his cock slowly beginning to rise. As Carl's feet stepped clear of the last of his clothing, Becca reached up and took hold of his cock, placing it into her mouth. She placed her hands on his thighs as she slowly, methodically worked her tongue around the head of his cock.

Carl placed his hands on either side of her head and ran his fingers through her hair as her lips and tongue brought his manhood to full arousal.

When his cock was completely erect, Becca let it fall from her lips as she looked up at him.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked.

"Right now, I want to fuck you," he said, taking her by the hand and helping her to stand up. 

Carl took her in his arms, clutching her against him, filling his hands with her ass. As he took hold of her, she put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to wrap around him. With her weight supported by him as their bodies pressed together, Carl turned to the bed and leaned forward, laying her down on the bed.

Becca loosened her legs from around Carl's waist as he leaned forward against her, bending forward and bracing himself against the bed with one hand on either side of her. She cupped his face in her hands as he kissed her. Her lips parted as their tongues darted out to meet. As their lips separated, she dropped her arms out beside her and tilted her head while Carl began to kiss her neck, working his way down to her chest.

Carl was slow, methodic and deliberate as his lips began making their way down his wife's torso. His hands gently caressed her ribcage and abdomen, fingers tracing soft, irregular patterns on her skin, avoiding contact with her breasts as his lips moved down her sternum. Becca placed her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair, encouraging him as he continued making oral love to her body.

Becca drew in a sharp breath, a knowing smile spreading across her face when she felt Carl's hand cup her breast, rising to gently rub against her nipple. A warm tingling pulsed through her as his thumb passed over her nipple again and she felt his breath against her, hot on her skin. The tingling intensified and radiated down between her legs as his tongue flicked across her nipple. He sucked the nipple gently into his mouth, pulling on it with his lips.

"Suck it, baby," she said, her chest expanding more rapidly with her labored breathing. "Suck my tits..."

Carl dipped a hand down between Becca's thighs, placing his fingers against her sex. Her pussy was wet, her lips engorged and swollen with arousal. As he continued sucking on her tits, he slid first one finger inside her, and then a second, beginning to thrust them slowly back and forth. 

"You're really wet, honey," he said, looking up and gazing into her eyes as she watched him hover over her.

"Yeah, I am. You know why I'm so wet?" she asked.

"Because you want me to fuck you."

"That's right, baby," she said, using her legs to press him against her. "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me."

"Patience," he said, sliding his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy. "Patience. I don't think you're ready just yet."

"Yes, I am," she said, watching as Carl knelt down between her legs at the side of the bed. 

"Not just yet, sweetheart," he said. 

Carl slowly pressed his lips against the slit of her pussy, then, starting at the bottom, lightly traced the length of it with his tongue. He slowly traced the outline of her sex with his lips, planting soft kisses on the skin of her inner thighs. Raising up slightly, he nuzzled her small tuft of pubic hair. Carl inserted his fingers into her sex again, this time parting her lips as his tongue darted forward, invading her to taste her nectar. He tilted his head to the side and slowly sucked the flesh of her pussy lips in between his own lips, savoring her texture and flavor. Becca reached down with her hands and grasped his head, pressing him into her.

"That's it, baby," she said. "You've got me so fucking hot. Eat my pussy. Make me cum."

Carl smiled. He loved it when Becca talked to him while he pleasured her. Leaning into her again, he flicked his tongue against her clit, causing her to shudder. Making a circle with his lips, he pressed his mouth over the top of her pussy and began to suck gently as he once more inserted his fingers into her.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum...," she said, flexing her hip and beginning to bear down against him. "You're gonna make me cum... Oh... fuck... that feels so good... suck me, baby... suck my clit..." Becca writhed on the bed as Carl sucked on her pleasure center. He felt his wife's hands pull on his head, urging him on as he continued to make oral love to her.

As her orgasm crested and began to subside, Becca relaxed, her body going limp as she panted. Before standing up, Carl inserted his tongue into her one last time, drinking her nectar. Rising from between her legs, Carl leaned forward and kissed her belly as he caressed her thighs.

"Now I think you're ready," he said, rubbing his cock against her. 

Taking hold of his shaft, he centered the head of his cock in the entrance of her sex, coating himself with her wetness. The warm moisture of her sex on his phallus caused his pulse to race, the sensation thrilling his senses as he swelled again to full hardness. 

"Come on, baby," she said, "give me your cock. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you cumming inside my pussy."

Slowly, Carl pressed himself into her, his cock steadily pushing through the tight, contracted muscles of her pussy, fresh from climaxing. Carl leaned forward, kissing his wife as he began plunging his cock in and out of her pussy.

"You want me to cum inside you?" he asked her.

"Yes," she replied, panting. "Fuck me. Make me cum again."

Carl steadied himself with a rhythm as he stroked in and out of her pussy. Closing his eyes, he focused intently on the pleasure that her warm, moist snugness was generating around his cock. He licked his thumb and reached down, sweeping it gently in a circle around her clit, then pressing down on the hood around it. Becca responded by arching her back and pressing against him, clenching the muscles within her to milk his cock.

Carl began lengthening his thrusts, bringing himself almost all the way out of her before plunging all the way to the bottom of her depths again. 

"I'm getting there, baby," he said. Carl felt the familiar stirrings inside him beginning. He paused in thrusting only long enough to shift his position so that he changed the friction against his cock ever so slightly, and he resumed thrusting.

"Your pussy feels so good," he said. "I'm gonna fill you with my cum, Becca."

"Yes, baby," she said, grabbing his arms as he continued thrusting into her. "Fill me with your cum. I want to feel your cock shoot into me. I want to feel your cock cumming inside my pussy."

Becca arched her back and bore down against Carl, pushing him closet to his orgasm. 

"I'm gonnn cum, baby," he said, his movements starting to become erratic. As his orgasm hit, Carl began thrusting into Becca desperately, forcing his cock deep within her as his cock spewed his semen into her.

"I can feel you cumming inside me... oh, you feel good... don't stop... don't stop... keep fucking me... I'm... almost..." Becca was lost as Carl's continued thrusting finally pushed her over the edge to her second orgasm.

Carl kept thrusting into her until he felt her body relax, then he fell forward, bracing himself against her and the bed on his elbows. In a careful concert of movement, Becca pushed herself back on the bed and Carl followed, their bodies somehow managing to stay connected. As Carl's cock softened and fell out of Becca's pussy, the two of them rolled to the side, Becca ending up laying mostly on top of her husband as both of them struggled to control their breathing.

Becca lifted her head and kissed her husband's chest. Her lips wandered their way up toward his head, finally meeting his lips and drawing them into a deep kiss.

"I love you," she said, reconnecting their lips as her tongue slid forward to invade his mouth.

With one arm around her, Carl reached up with the opposite hand to caress her face as he met her kiss with his own. Their tongues danced together, their lips serving fencing the oral play taking place.

"I love you, too." He pulled her to him, his hands grazing the flesh of her body with affectionate caresses.

They lay together for a few minutes cuddling, exchanging kisses and affectionate touches. After a short time, both of them realized it was nearing dinner time. They discussed what to have for dinner, and Carl got dressed to go pick up food for them to eat. 

When he left, Becca continued to lay on the bed. She hugged herself and sighed, her mind wandering as her fingers traveled slowly across her skin, delivering caresses with no specific purpose in mind. She watched Mike walk past her bedroom door as he headed back to his own room after his shower. He glanced in briefly and saw her lying there naked. She wondered if he'd watched Carl fucking her earlier. Surely he'd at least seen them screwing as he'd walked past. She crawled out of the bed and went to her bathroom to clean up a bit. When she came out of the bathroom, she looked for her robe and pulled it loosely about her body, not actually putting it on. 

She made her way to Mike's room and talked to him for a few minutes as he finished dressing to go and see Alex. Becca was glad she'd introduced the two of them, and was even happier they had apparently hit it off so well together. She was reluctant to see Mike move into his own place, though. Though she didn't want to admit it, Becca had grown accustomed to having two men around and thoroughly enjoyed the attention. The extra sex was one thing, but she really liked the extra conversation and interaction that an extra person had brought into the house. She was not looking forward to the changes the next couple of weeks would bring.

Becca did not make it easy for Mike to leave. She didn't throw herself at him, but in addition to telling him she and Carl were going back to bed after dinner, she dropped her robe down, exposing her breasts to him. Mike had gone ahead and departed for Alex's, but not before hugging her, cupping her breast and kissing her goodbye. As he'd walked out the door, she'd told him she'd be waiting on him when he came home. She wondered if maybe she ought not to have done that.

Carl arrived back home with dinner to find Becca stretched out on the couch watching television, her robe laying on the floor. He sat their food on the table in the kitchen and walked into the living room, where she was sitting up to come eat.

After they'd finished eating, Carl took Becca in his arms and kissed her. He told her she looked like she needed a massage and led her back to their bedroom. He undressed while Becca turned on the shower to get the water hot for them. When Carl had finished undressing, he stepped behind Becca, his hands reaching down to caress her butt and then rising to rub her back gently. As Becca leaned away from him to adjust the water, his hands again fondled her behind, squeezing the flesh of her ass cheeks. 

Becca stepped into the shower, Carl following close behind her. As she leaned her head back wetting her hair, Carl reached for her shampoo. It was not often that he washed her hair for her, but she always enjoyed it when he did. Not unlike when he gave her a head massage, his fingers moved through her hair, working the shampoo into a rich lather. He alternated between vigorous rubbing and slow, methodic pressure designed to relax and relieve her stress. After a couple of minutes of massaging her scalp, he slowly turned her around and helped her rinse her hair.

When her hair was clean, Becca reached for her shower ball and soap. She began running it over her body, and then felt Carl's hands take over. Becca released the scrubber and let her hands fall to her side as her husband gently washed her from head to toe. When he was finished, she took the shower ball back from him and soaped it up again, preparing to return the favor for him. Carl made quick work of washing his own hair as his wife began scrubbing his chest. When he had finished washing his hair, he turned around and Becca scrubbed his back. After both of them were clean, they readjusted the shower nozzle and water temperature, warming it a little more. Carl turned Becca to face the water and pulled her against him, his semi-erect phallus wedging itself between the cheeks of her ass.

Carl's hands roamed across the front of her body. His fingers danced across her hardened nipples, encircling them slowly. As his hands cupped her breasts, he felt her take a deep breath, her ribcage expanding slowly with her respiratory arousal. Carl felt Becca reach back and grasp his thighs as she shifted her own feet slightly apart. Slowly, Carl moved his hands down her torso, his fingers spreading to caress her belly and then converging on her lower abdomen, finally arriving at her sex. As Carl bent forward over his wife's shoulder, his hands traveled between her legs, grazing the flesh bordering her pussy. He smiled as he felt Becca twitch involuntarily. Carl allowed his fingers to make several more passes along the flesh outside her pussy before he finally guided a finger between the folds of her sex, pressing inside her swollen womanhood.

Becca reached forward, bracing herself against the wall of the shower with her hands as Carl's fingers slowly manipulated her arousal.

Almost as an act of mercy, and yet, also with a fair amount of calculation, Carl withdrew his finger from Becca and turned off the water.

"I don't believe you," she said. "That was mean."

Carl handed her a towel and then began drying himself off.

"I'll make up for it, sweetheart," he said, "I promise."

"You better," she said. 

Carl finished drying and hung up his towel. Becca began drying her hair as he left the bathroom. A moment later, Carl came back into the bathroom and stood behind her with his hands on her hips as she finished drying her hair.

When she finished, she turned to face him and put her arms around his neck.

"So how are you going to make up for getting me so close to cumming I could feel it and stopping?" she asked.

"First," he said, "I'm going to give you a bit of a massage. I want to run my hands up and down your body, touching you everywhere." Carl put an arm around her waist and pulled her with him to their bed. He had pulled the sheets back from their bed and had tossed a couple of additional pillows onto the bed. "Get up on the bed and lay down on your belly."

Becca crawled onto the bed and lay down, pulling a pillow beneath her for support. Carl moved up beside her and began to softly stroke her skin.

"You're so beautiful," he said, squeezing her ass cheeks. "Your ass is so sexy. I get hard just looking at you."

"I like making your cock hard," she said as she stretched her arms against the bed.

"I know you do," Carl said. "Your tits, your pussy... you're so fucking beautiful. You just make me want to strip you and have my way with you." He leaned over and kissed each of her cheeks, pulling them apart gently and allowing his hand to drift between her legs and graze the skin near her sex.

"Mmmm. You know I love it when you take me, baby," she said. Carl smiled as he watched Becca shift her body, as much as to get comfortable as it was an expression of her desire.

Carl moved up on the bed, positioning himself to begin massaging her head. He watched her smile as he pushed the hair away from her ear. Leaning down, he kissed her temple, then her cheek, and finally took her ear in between his lips. He released her ear as his teeth finished gently tugging on her ear lobe. He smiled again as he watched her twitch and shudder.




Circle Ch. 08



"You're being mean to me," she said, her mock protest sounding weak and unconvincing.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No," she said, snaking a hand out to touch his leg. "Whatever you do, don't stop. I just know how long you like to drag this out and I already want so badly to cum."

"Patience, sweetheart," he said, watching the goose bumps raise on her skin as he slowly drew his fingertips across her shoulders. "I want you to cum, too, just not yet."

He brought his hands up to her head, and plowed his fingers purposefully into her hair, rubbing her scalp with gently vigor. Becca's smile deepened as her body almost seemed to melt into the bed. After a few moments of his fingers buried in her tresses, he moved down to her neck, sweeping downward toward her shoulders. Almost imperceptibly, Becca's shoulders seemed to ease down as his hands swept across them, his fingers digging into her and kneading her flesh. 

As Carl's hands traveled down her side, passing her rib-cage, she shuddered involuntarily, a reflexive movement in defense against her being ticklish. Carl intensified the pressure of his hands against her and bent down to kiss her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to tickle," he said. His lips parted against her skin as he licked her softly.

"Mmmm. I know, baby."

Carl reached up to the top of her spine and placed his hands inside her shoulder blades. Pressing down with his fingers extended, his middle fingers on either side of her spine, he slowly began pressing down against her and dragging his hands down from her neck towards her buttocks. He repeated the maneuver several times, forcing Becca to deeply inhale and exhale before each repetition.

Becca shifted again, turning her head away from him as his hands grasped her hips, massaging the muscles where her lower body joined her torso. When his hands descended to caress her buttocks, she spread her legs a little farther, encouraging him to reach in and stroke her. Carl resisted the temptation to jump ahead of his planned intent, and shifted his focus to her feet.

He started with the right foot first, massaging it slowly and methodically and working his way down past her calf to her knee before shifting to the left. When he reached her left knee, he crawled in between her legs and began to alternate massaging the backs of her upper legs, moving steadily closer to her sex.

Carl put his hands together, almost wrapping them around her leg as he pressed down with the heels of his hands as the moved up on her leg, stopping only when he reached her ass. After he had done this for both legs, he leaned forward so the he could sweep his fingers around her leg to caress the top of first, her right thigh, then her left thigh. Each movement caused Becca to stir as his hands came tantalizingly close to her pussy, teasing her mercilessly.

Finishing where he had started, Carl again filled his hands with the flesh of Becca's backside, massaging it. Still caressing her, he leaned forward planting kisses on her back.

"Sit up," he said.

Becca slowly raised herself up from her prone position. She started to turn around when Carl stopped her, placing his hands on her hips.

"Raise up and sit back on your knees," he said. Becca looked at him not quite sure what he meant. "Position yourself like you're going to fall forward and hug those pillows as you lay on top of them, but sit back for the time being."

As Becca moved to try and accommodate his request, Carl positioned himself behind her, pressing himself in against her.

"What was I doing earlier?" he asked, seeming to look away as if trying to remember as his hands dipped below her waist. His fingers grazed the flesh just below her tuft of pubic hair and Becca reflexively thrust her hips backward. "No. If you want me to make up for being mean, you have to relax and let me have you.

"Okay," he said, settling in behind her. "Raise up for a second." As Becca raised up on her legs, Carl scooted closer behind her. When he was satisfied with his position, he reached up and pulled her down onto him. His cock was nestled against her backside as she sat atop his legs. Carl realized he would get cramped in this position and therefore couldn't stay sitting like this for long, but as he reached around his wife's waist, he knew he wouldn't have to stay that way for long.

Carl's hands again began to tease the flesh outlying her pussy. Becca leaned back against him, trying to spread her legs for him, urging him to pleasure her. Quicker than he had minutes earlier, Carl moved his fingers to her center, finding her wet and ready. As he flattened one hand against her belly pulling her to him, he penetrated her with a finger.

"Mmmm." Becca moaned as her hands grasped his thighs. "I'm still really wet for you. You just made my body feel so warm and alive with that massage."

"I love you," Carl tilted his head to the side and breathed softly against her ear, then bit down gently on it. 

Becca moaned again, her legs tensing slightly and then relaxing as she was consumed with her growing euphoria. She tilted her head away from him, exposing her neck, and Carl dropped his lips to the bare flesh, nuzzling her. Carl slowly worked his finger in and out of her sex, her wetness slick and hot against his skin. He pulled his finger from her long enough to ply pressure to her outer lips as he drew his hand up toward her clit. She gasped with the sensation as his fingers grazed her sensitive point and then reentered her. He brought his other hand up her torso and cupped a breast, her nipple hard against his palm.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," she said, digging her fingers into his flesh.

"You want my fingers in you when you cum, or my cock?" he asked.

"Give me your cock," she said, almost rasping her reply.

Carl pulled his fingers from her sex and put his hands firmly in the middle of her back.

"Lean forward and hug the pillows," he said.

As Becca fell forward, Carl lifted himself off of his knees. While Becca settled herself, Carl stroked his cock.

Leaning forward, Carl put his cock at the entrance of her pussy. As he inserted his hard dick into her swollen sex, he grasped her hips, pulling her back toward him slightly.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Put your cock in me and fuck me. Make me cum, baby."

"Not just yet, sweetheart," he said. Slowly, Carl leaned forward, pressing himself into her. When his cock was buried in her depths, he paused and slowly began to move backwards, establishing an almost painfully slow fucking rhythm. His hands spread out across her back, his fingers rubbing the flesh beneath them.

"Oh, that feels good," she said. 

Carl smiled as his cock came to rest deep within her again. His hands made their way down to her bottom, and he caressed her backside.

"Fuck me, baby," she said. "Have your way with me. Fuck me with that hard cock."

His erection throbbed within her. Carl concentrated on moving his cock all the way in and out of her pussy, not moving with any speed at all, but allowing his prick to travel the entirety of its length in and out of her pocket. Every time the crown of his cock head reached the opening of her sex, he felt himself moving closer to orgasm. The pleasure was off in the distance, and he wanted to make sure Becca was consumed with her own orgasm before he came again.

Carl reached around her waist, holding her against him and moved his hand down to her pussy. As his fingers pushed past her small patch of pubic hair, Becca lifted up and changed the angle of their contact.

His fingers brushed against her outer pussy lips and as he slowly stroked out of her, he coated his fingers with her juices. As he thrust back into her, he brushed his fingers gently against her clit.

"Oh, god..." she said, falling forward and bracing herself with her hands. "You touched my clit at the same time you made just the right contact inside me." Becca turned to look back at her husband, a glazed look of wanton lust in her eyes. "Want me to cream all over your cock?"

"Yes, baby," Carl said, brushing his finger against her clit again.

"Unhhh," Becca closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Oh... I'm gonna cum... just keep your cock at that angle... oh... my..."

Carl felt her fingers join her own where their bodies were linked together.

Becca began to roll her hips, and the feeling that Carl felt on the tip of his cock apparently translated directly into similar euphoria for his wife. Becca made a short, abrupt series of jerking motions with her hips and leaned forward again, thrusting her ass back at her husband.

"Fuck me...," she said, almost a plea. "Deep and press into me at the bottom... oh..."

Carl did just like she asked and watched as Becca rolled her face into a pillow and uttered a gutteral moan as he plunged into her. A few seconds later, and she raised up, arching her back and tossing her head to the rear.

"Oh my god..." Becca reached back and grabbed Carl's thigh with her hand, her fingers digging into his leg. "That's it. I can't take anymore at the moment. Stop and just stay inside me." Becca began to lean forward and encouraged Carl to move with her.

They managed to roll to one side, and Carl slowly moved an arm to embrace his wife, cupping her breast. Becca placed her hand on top of his, holding it still against her.

"Give me a couple of minutes," she said. Her breath was rapid and shallow, and slowly, she began to relax. "You're still so hard." Becca flexed the muscles within her pussy against his cock, and immediately regretted doing it, for it set off a miniature wave of pleasure within her own body.

Carl kissed the back of her head and then her ear as she rolled her head to look at him.

"I want your cum," she said, looking into his eyes. She shifted awkwardly, disengaging slightly to face him. "I want to finish you off by sucking you, and I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum."

Becca slowly raised herself from her connection to Carl and kissed him, her hands caressing his face. She moved to give him room to get comfortable. When he had settled against the pillows on the bed, Becca moved in closer, and took his cock in her hand.

His penis was still rock hard from fucking her and he was slick with her juices. Becca slowly licked up and down his shaft, cleaning herself off of him and teasing him at the same time. When she had licked him clean, she shifted position again, and as she gently stroked his shaft, she looked up at him.

"You were really close to cumming, weren't you?" she asked.

"Pretty close," he nodded.

"I ought to leave you like this after the way you made me wait so long," she said. She leaned forward and licked the underside of his cockhead. "But you took such good care of me, I won't be mean like that."

Becca leaned forward and took his cock in between her lips. Her tongue danced around underside of his head as her lips formed a circle of friction around the shaft. Slowly, she moved her head up and down, stroking the underside of his head with her tongue. Her fingers cupped his balls and caressed him gently. Coating his shaft with saliva, Becca raised up momentarily and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him.

"You gonna cum for me?" she asked, licking her lips. "You know I love to taste you."

Carl nodded, his eyes closed as her hand pumped his phallus.

Becca lowered her mouth onto his prick again, and began making short, rapid thrusts against the head of his cock with her lips and tongue. She stopped suddenly, and sucked on him, causing him to inhale sharply. Lifting her head, Becca stuck out her tongue and licked the opening on his cock head.

"Cum for me, baby," she said, pumping him with her hand. "Give me your sperm. Shoot it out onto my tongue and let me swallow you." 

Carl opened his eyes when Becca released his cock from her hand.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing's wrong," she said. "I want you to feed me."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm not going to use my hands," she replied. "I'm going to open my mouth, and I want you to hold your cock up and put it into my mouth. I want you to pull me toward you and fuck my mouth with your hand on the back of my head."

Becca leaned forward, her lips parted slightly as Carl lifted his cock, pointing it at her lips. His other hand cupped the back of her head as he pulled her to him. He felt her mouth resist his cock pressing forward against her. He knew this was intentional on her part, and that inside, her tongue was waiting to caress his glans. He penetrated her lips and felt her tongue against him as he pressed her head down. He left his hand on the back of her head to aid the illusion that he was controlling what was going on. It was a game they sometimes played. It was a game that was helping send him quickly to the brink of orgasm.

Becca began making a humming sound; no distinct sound, just a hum that translated into a vibration against his cock. He had been only a few thrusts away from cumming inside her a second time when they'd stopped fucking, and she was fast bringing him to that point again.

"You're gonna get my cum here in a minute, baby," he said. Becca moaned a response indicating she looked forward to it. 

Carl felt the familiar surge begin down between his legs as his orgasm began to arrive.

"I'm getting ready to cum, Becca," he said, removing his hand from the back of her head. 

Becca changed her motion, thrusting her mouth deeper onto his cock a couple of times, then sucking him hard. She resumed her short, sucking motions and was rewarded with Carl arching his back as cum began spurting from his cock. 

"Oh, baby, there it is," he said. "Oh, that's it, Becca. Swallow my cum, darling. Oh, that feels so good."

His semen flowed into her mouth, coating her tongue as she swallowed him. As his cock ceased its pulsing, she reached between his legs and pressed her fingers against the base of his cock, milking him. When she was satisfied that she'd gotten all he had to give her, she released his cock from her mouth and crawled forward draping herself across his heaving chest.

Becca snaked her arms around him, hugging herself to him as she kissed his chest. Carl reached down and lifted chin, bringing their lips together in a kiss. She shifted again, bringing herself to a point where she was able to cover his mouth completely with her own. Turning to look away from him, she pressed her finger against the head of his cock, catching one final drop of cum on her finger. Looking back at him, she licked the cum from her finger, and with her tongue still jutting softly from her mouth, she leaned forward to kiss him. Carl opened his mouth and received her, their tongues dancing together as they shared a taste of his cum.

A short while later, when both had recovered from their exertions, they made their way to the kitchen to refresh themselves. Both of them were still naked. Carl's cock hung flaccid in front of his body. Becca's nipples were semi-erect, and her pussy still appeared somewhat swollen, red and aroused. 

She caressed Carl's back as he poured both of them a glass of wine.

"What else do you need to take care of before you leave?" she asked him.

"I have everything packed. I've got my e-ticket reservation printed out." He paused. "I think I need to have sex with my wife again and I'll be good."

"You're going to be exhausted before you get to the airport tomorrow," she said, kissing his chest.

"But I'll be a very happy man," he said, raising his eyebrows at her mischievously. 

"Let's go outside," Becca said, taking him by the hand. 

They wandered into the backyard, walking naked together, holding hands. They stepped off into the grass, feeling the turf surge between their toes.

"So, are you convinced yet that you're still a hottie and very much fuckable?" he asked.

Becca smiled, almost embarrassed from the way she reacted.

"It was never about that," she said. "The two of you leave no doubt in my mind about me being desirable.

"I guess I've just been petty and selfish," she said. "For the last few months, I've had two men, not just my husband, paying attention to me and if I wanted to get laid, all I had to do was get naked. Now, from the sounds of things, he and Alex are together and he's moving out. So I'm having a little trouble adjusting to so much change at one time. It's stupid, I know."

Carl put an arm around Becca's waist and pulled her to him.

"It's not stupid," he said. "It's human. You and Mike have gotten really close, so it's understandable. I think he would tell you, though, that you're not losing him, he's just moving on a bit, getting a place of his own. You and I both knew that would happen sooner or later."

"I know," Becca sighed. 

"And you and Alex are really good friends, too," Carl said, "so it sounds to me like it was a best-case win-win scenario."

"You're assuming a lot there. You know that, right?" she asked.

"What am I assuming?" he asked.

"For starters, you're assuming things won't or haven't changed between me and Alex," she said. "You're also assuming I'm comfortable with the idea of never being that close to Mike again and that Alex won't have a problem with me fucking him."

"I think you're thinking about this too much," he said, sipping his wine.

"Really?" she asked. "Mike asked me an interesting question this afternoon. And I've been thinking about it, not sure of all the implications in the answers."

"What was the question?" he asked, looking at her.

"He asked me why I didn't introduce them a long time ago and why I hadn't tried to set you up with her." Carl stopped walking and turned to face her. "You know, like you did for Mike with me. You suggested he sleep with me because he needed to get laid. He asked why I didn't make the same suggestion regarding you for Alex's benefit."

"What did you say?" Carl asked.

"I don't remember saying much because it caught me almost completely by surprise," she said. "Would you?"

"Would I what?" Carl raised his eyebrows in query.

"Would you sleep with her if you had the chance?" Becca asked. "If you knew I didn't have a problem with it, and if she wanted to, would you have sex with Alex?"

"You're assuming Mike would be okay with this, too," he said.

"I'm pretty sure I could convince him," she said. "It would be widening our circle, nothing more really. I mean, think about it. A few weeks ago, it was you, me, Mike and Kate. We all got along fine. Everyone ended up satisfied. I'm pretty sure everyone would do it again. The bottom line would be that everyone goes home with their own partner. I personally think you like the idea." Becca's free hand reached out and grasped his hardening cock. "I can tell you from experience that she has a sweet tasting pussy."

"The two of you..." Carl tilted his head at her, not completing the question.

"Come on now," she said, stroking his growing erection. "Do you really think all we do here naked in the backyard is work on our tan?"

Carl stood there looking into his wife's eyes as she leaned up and kissed him. 

"If I can get all the parties on board with the idea, do you want to put your cock inside her pussy and fuck her?"

"Are you and Mike going to watch?" he asked.

"We might," she said, pumping his cock with her hand. "Right now, I want to straddle you out here beneath the stars."

Taking hold of his hand again, Becca led Carl to the lounge chairs and had him recline, his cock pointing skyward. Both of them sat their empty glasses down on the patio, and Carl held his wife's hands as she stepped over him, straddling his body, her legs spread above him. 

Becca began to play with herself as she looked down at her husband. 

"I need to get a little wetter before I mount you," she said, pinching her nipples and then moving her hands down her body to stroke her pussy.




Circle Ch. 08



Carl leaned forward and planted kisses on her inner thighs as he stroked his erection. Becca moved her hands and pulled his head to her sex. She felt Carl's hands cup her ass cheeks, pulling her to him as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue found its way past her mound to her lips and parted them, snaking furtively inside her, tempting her wetness to build with her arousal. Becca closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

"Yes," she said. "Eat me. Make me wet for you. Get my pussy wet so I can ride your cock."

Carl placed two fingers at the entrance of her sex and the tips slowly penetrated her as his tongue moved upward to swirl around her clit. He slowly plunged his fingers into her, thrusting gently. Satisfied that she was wet enough and ready, he lifted his head from her crotch and looked up at her.

"Come here, baby," he said. Placing his hands on her hips, he helped hold her steady as she lowered herself to his waiting cock. Carl bent his knees and brought his legs up underneath her. Becca rested on them long enough for them to center his cock in the opening of her sex, and then she slowly slid forward, impaling herself on his rod.

"Mmmm," she moaned, leaning forward and kissing him. Becca slowly shifted position, never rising off of his cock. When she was comfortable, she began to roll her hips, thrusting her pussy against him.

"You want Alex on your cock, don't you?" she asked. "She's completely shaved."

"Yes, I do, I want to fuck her. She's shaved?" Carl asked.

"Yes, and she has a tattoo of a rose just above her pussy." Becca squeezed her legs against Carl.

"You want to watch me fuck her don't you? Like you watched me fucking Kate."

"Yes," Becca said, continuing to slide her sex against the hardness of Carl's cock. "I want to watch you pump her full of your cum."

"I want to watch Mike pump you full of his cum. I want to watch his semen drip out of you," Carl said.

"Unhh...," Becca grunted. "I... think... we can make that happen. I'm getting close to cumming, baby. Cum for me. Can you cum again? Can you shoot your sperm into me one more time tonight?"

"I think so," he said. He grasped Becca's hips as she ground against him and then moaned as she began thrusting again and rolling her hips, rubbing against his cock in just the right spot. "Oh, yeah. Keep doing that, and I'll cum in you again, baby."

The movements she was making were tiresome and intense, but Becca kept working her pussy against his cock in the manner she knew would bring both of them to the brink. Periodically, she clenched her muscles against him, sending a shiver through both of their bodies as the right nerves were stimulated.

"I'm getting close, baby," he said, rubbing her thighs. His hand moved to her mound, and he gently caressed the crease on her body where her legs departed from her torso.

"Give it to me," she said. "Give me your cum. Imagine that Alex and Mike are sitting next to us, watching us. Their both naked and his cock is about to penetrate her pussy. They're going to fuck for us."

"Oh, Becca," Carl said, his eyes closed as he focused on releasing his sperm inside her. "Fuck me, baby... Unhh..." Carl's hands grabbed Becca by the hips as he thrust into her, his cock shooting his cum into her. 

"Oh, yeah," she said, continuing to grind herself against him after he stopped thrusting and relaxed. "Suck my tits... suck them... I'm starting to cum..."

Carl grabbed one breast, pinching the nipple and sucked the other into his mouth as she began to buck against him. 

"Unhh... unhh...," Becca grunted with exertion as her orgasm finally crested. Panting, she collapsed in Carl's arms, their bodies slick with perspiration.

"We need to do this again, but not after I've already cum twice like I did earlier," he said. Carl kissed the top of her head.

"I agree," Becca said. "Does that mean you're ready to call it a night?"

"You're not?" he asked. "I'd think you'd be ready to go to bed."

"I guess so," she said. Becca dipped her head and kissed Carl tenderly.

"What else did you have in mind?" he asked.

"This is going to sound ridiculous, but I told Mike I'd be waiting for him when he got home," she said.

"You're assuming he comes home and doesn't spend the night over there again," he said.

Becca shook her head. "I talked to Alex before you got back with dinner. She had too much work to do... he'll be back tonight."

"You're amazing," he said, shaking his head. "What are you going to do when he gets home?"

Becca leaned forward and let Carl envelope her in his arms.

"I don't know for sure," she said. "But I'll end up in bed with you regardless of what happens."

Carl smiled as he shook his head again, his hands gently caressing her. 



Circle Ch. 09



I drove around, stopping at a couple of different places before heading home. My last stop was at a local fast food place that had earned my respect with their great milkshakes. Large vanilla shake in hand, I finally headed home.

When I got there, the house appeared dark at first glance. It was nearing eleven o'clock, and I really hoped Carl and Becca were either asleep or involved enough in one another that they wouldn't hear me come in.

Using every bit of stealth I could muster, I slowly nudged the front door open. The deadbolt hadn't popped too loudly when I'd turned my key. Finally opening the door enough to gain entry, I noticed that the only light on in the house, that I could see, anyway, was in the kitchen. Quietly, with as much attention as I'd given to opening the door, I closed it behind me, relocking the deadbolt. I took off my shoes and began padding softly to my room.

I got to my room and set my shoes down gently. After undressing, I made my way down the hall to the bathroom with soft, deliberate steps, stopping for a moment when I realized a light was on in Carl and Becca's bedroom. Peeking carefully around the corner, I noticed Carl was in the bed, apparently fast asleep. By the soft light of the bed-side lamp, Becca was nowhere to be seen.

When I'd finished brushing my teeth, I walked back down the hall, again noting Becca's absence. 

I knew she had to be somewhere. I pulled back the curtain on the patio door and looked into the backyard. Becca lay on one of the chaise lounge chairs wearing her robe, either asleep or looking at the stars.

I opened the patio door, stepping out once more into the night air.

Becca rolled over just enough to glance over at me as I walked toward her. As I got closer to her, I saw her robe was open, her body exposed to the soft night breeze. I leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips before sitting down on the edge of the lounge chair facing her. I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body on display in the moonlight. Her nipples appeared to be slightly puffed and swollen, as did her pussy. 

Becca sat up and leaned forward bringing her lips to mine and kissing me. As Becca continued to lean forward, she arched her body until her chest pressed against mine. I ran an arm around her, caressing the skin of her bare back and hugging her to me.

"I told you I'd be waiting when you got home," she said.

"You did." My hand traced the skin along her torso, coming down to rest on her upper thigh as she leaned back. "Did you and Carl have a good night together?"

"What kind of lady would I be if I talked about such things?" she asked.

"The kind that would ask me a similar question about my evening with Alex," I replied, smiling.

"I know she planned for the two of you to have dinner," Becca said. "I'm sure she made some time for the two of you to enjoy yourselves before she had to bury herself in her work. Tell me how your sex was, and I'll tell you how mine was."

"Let me just say that I think we both ended up happy, but we both wish we'd had more time together tonight," I said, not exactly sure how to steer the conversation. "We ordered pizza, spent a little bit of time together, and ate dinner. And then she started in on the pile of work she had to do."

"That's it?" Becca asked. "You're so informative."

"Yeah, I know." I mulled in my mind what more I should tell her. 

"Did she satisfy your craving?" Becca's hand wandered into my lap.

"She satisfied my Alex craving," I replied, picking my words carefully. "How was your night with Carl?"

Becca took a deep breath and sighed as her lips broke into a smile.

"We've needed a night like tonight for a while," she said. "Three times." She held her hand up with three fingers extended. "Twice after dinner; I think I exhausted him." Becca stretched, extending her arms over her head, then relaxing again, returning her hand to my lap. "We took a wonderful shower together, I got a really nice back rub before he fucked me the second time... then I finished him off with a blow job. After that we relaxed together for a while and then came out here and fucked."

"Out here?" I asked.

"Yep," Becca said, obviously pleased with herself. "He lay right here and I rode him all the way home." She closed her eyes, savoring the memory. 

"I'm glad the two of you had a good night," I said. "I noticed you're night stand light was on, but you weren't in bed. I saw you out here, so I thought I'd let you know I was home."  

"And now, here we are." Becca tilted her head as she looked at me. Her hand wandered into my lap, reaching into my boxers for my cock.

"Here we are." I nodded, my hand gently rubbing her leg as her fingers caressed my hardening cock. "You're incredible."

"What makes you say that?" she asked, a smile crossing her face as she shifted her body.

"You look fantastic... you feel good..." My hand caressed her thigh. I leaned forward and kissed her again on the lips, my tongue brushing lightly against hers. As our lips parted, Becca tilted her head away from me to expose her neck and brought her other hand up to the back of my neck, encouraging me. I kissed her neck, slowly working my way down to her shoulder. Becca had succeeded in bringing my cock to life, and my erection now strained against my boxer briefs for freedom.

As I kissed my way to the edge of her shoulder and the robe covering it, she reached down and took my hand from her hip and placed it on her breast. I felt her nipple harden beneath the touch of my hand as I gently massaged her breast.

Becca inhaled deeply, causing her chest to rise. I raised up and looked into her eyes. She smiled at me and I leaned down, moving my hand just enough to cup her breast so I could slip her nipple into my mouth. As I gently sucked her nipple, she moaned almost imperceptibly and shifted her body on the lounge chair. Her hand tugged at the waist band of my boxers, freeing my erection. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock.

"Will you believe me now when I tell you I still find you incredibly attractive and sexy?" I asked, placing my hand atop hers as she stroked me.

"Maybe," she said, leaning forward to kiss me. "But I might need more convincing." 

"What kind of convincing do you need?"

"I want you to fuck me," she said, spreading her legs a little further apart.

"Haven't you had enough tonight?" I asked, running my hand down her belly.

Becca smiled at me and bit her lip. 

"I don't want anything real fancy or involved," she said. "I just want to crawl in bed and fuck."

"Let's go inside," I said, standing up. Becca's hand reached out and caught my leg, pulling me to her.

"I want to see you naked," she said, digging her fingers into the waist band of my boxers and pulling them down. My cock jutted from my body as she pushed my shorts down. Becca took my cock in her hand and stroked me slowly and deliberately, running her hand along the shaft and over the head. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue out, licking the head of my cock and then taking me inside her mouth. She slowly lowered her mouth on my cock and then pulled me slowly from between her lips as her tongue rubbed the underside of my cock.

I held out my hand to her. "Come on."

She released my cock and took my hand as she got up from the chair. I picked up my boxers and carried them as we walked into the house. We started walking toward the house, still holding hands. Becca's robe billowed loosely about her body as she walked with me, her breasts bouncing gently in the moonlight.

Once inside the house, I locked the door behind us. When I turned around, Becca had vanished. As I walked toward my room, I looked down the hall toward her bedroom and saw no sign of her. Wherever she had disappeared to, she had moved quickly, and I made my way to my bed, prepared to go ahead and call it a night.

I turned off the last light in my end of the house and went into my room. A soft glow from exterior moonlight cast a soft, muted wash of light in my room, giving me just enough light to see my way to the bed without turning on a light. I pulled back the covers and sat down on the edge of the bed. As I started to swing my feet up from the floor, Becca walked in. Her robe still hung loosely from her shoulders as she crossed the room to where I was.

"You disappeared," I said. I reached out and caught her as she stepped up to the edge of my bed. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers resting on the flesh of her buttocks.

"Yeah. I'm here now, though," she said. Her hands reached out to me, grazing my shoulders. "Your cock's still hard." My erection had waned a little, but both of us knew that would quickly correct itself with the right stimulation. 

I leaned forward and kissed Becca high on her belly. My hands moved around her caressing her ass, softly kneading the flesh of her backside.

"Mmmm." Becca almost purred as my lips nuzzled the flesh of her abdomen. She reached for me and draped her arms on my shoulders, one of her hands lazily caressing my head, offering soft encouragement for the attention I was already paying to her.

My hands ran up and down her back ,dipping as far down the backs of her legs as I could, reaching up as high as her shoulder blades, and returning to caress her backside as I continued to kiss her torso. As my lips danced closer to her cleavage, I felt her move her hands away from me and saw her shrug her shoulders backward, dropping her robe to the floor. She moved her hands back to my shoulders as my lips grazed the underside of her breast, my nose brushing against her nipple. I lifted my head to look at her.

"Get up here on the bed with me." I moved backward on the bed as she began to move toward me.

Her breasts swayed invitingly in the low light as she crawled onto the bed. I lay back and watched as she crawled over me. With her body centered over mine, she lowered her head to mine and kissed me. The touch of her lips was probing and inquisitive. They brushed lightly against mine, parting for her tongue to dart out and tease me.

Almost as quickly as she kissed me, she rolled onto the bed beside me, throwing her head back onto a pillow, spreading her legs and resting a hand on my arm. I shifted on the bed to face her as her other hand moved down her body, passing across her breasts to her belly, her fingers briefly coming into contact with her pubis before moving back up her torso.

I shifted again, moving my body against Becca as she stretched out her arm in an effort to pull me to her. She moved her other arm as I leaned in to kiss her and caressed her body.

Our lips met, open for our tongues to find each other. As our tongues intertwined, I cupped her breast in my hand, my fingers closing in on her nipple, tweaking it. Becca smiled with a soft moan as my fingers pinched her nipple gently.

"You're making me wet again," she said, lifting her head just enough to catch my lower lip in her teeth for a moment. She followed up by sticking her tongue in between my open lips.

"Is that a problem?" I asked, smiling as I looked into her eyes.

"No," she said, reaching down and slowly dragging her fingertip around the head of my cock. 

I dipped my head to her chest and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Becca gasped and I felt her body tense as she shifted her legs. She moved her hand from my cock and placed it at the base of my neck.

"It's not a problem as long as you're going to do more than just tease me," she said.

She raised her head and pulled me to her for a kiss as I lifted my head from her tit.  Our lips met, open and searching; our tongues touched together again expressing our mutual desire. I responded to Becca pulling me to her by shifting my body again and raising myself up over her somewhat. Her reaction was to open herself to me even further by sliding a leg beneath me, opening her legs wider and rolling her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. 

My lips traced a path along the ridge of her jaw and down the slope of her neck. I pushed the hair away from her ear as I leaned forward a little further to tease the lobe of flesh jutting from the side of her head. She flinched, rolling her head with quick movements to shield the sensitive appendage from my onslaught, and I was forced to move again, crawling to the space between her legs, as I traced kisses down her neck. 

Now I found myself seemingly trapped as Becca threw her feet over mine and her hands took hold of my face as she leaned up to kiss me. Maintaining her contact with my lips, she eased her head back against the pillow. I braced myself against the bed as I gave in to her oral advances. I felt my cock graze against her skin and then sensed Becca moving in response to it, thrusting herself up to me.

I moved one hand down the length of our bodies and reached beneath her, caressing the flesh of her lower back as she thrust up against me again. For a moment, the head of my cock landed in the center of her sex, slipping just inside her and then slipping out again; it sent a nervous shock through both of us. 

"Mmmm," Becca's lips broke contact with mine as she moaned and threw her hands to the side to support herself as she pushed up again, trying to recapture my cock within her pussy. 

"Not fair," she said, almost like a child called in from playing, protesting satisfaction and pleasure denied.

"Patience," I said, leaning up to gaze down on her. My hand reappeared from under her as my fingers gently traveled across her skin. "Or do you want to hurry and get back to your bed so you can go to sleep?"

"No," she replied, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her shortness of breath. "There's a part of me that wants to be with you right now."

"Is it this part of you?" I asked, my hand flattening out against her mound and my thumb gently grazing the crease of skin adjacent to her pussy as I drew a finger between the folds of her sex. Becca inhaled sharply and arched her back as she squeezed her legs against me.

"That's mean," she said, slowly relaxing her legs. "Yes, that part of me. But you know what I mean. Or maybe you don't. Maybe you don't feel the same way I do."

"Is it this part of you?" I asked. My fingers traced a small circle in the flesh between her breasts, and I leaned into her chest, planting my lips within the circle.

Her fingers mingled into my hair as my tongue darted out to touch her chest.

"Yeah," she said, her hands sliding down to my shoulders. Her body language and the expression on her face told both of us she meant more than merely the situation we were now in. 

"I know," I said. "Why couldn't I have met you before Carl did? Then we wouldn't be having this discussion."

"Because your luck stinks," she said, squeezing my hand.

"I'd say my luck finally improved somewhat." My other hand and caressed her leg, my fingers teasing the flesh at the top of her thigh. "A little late maybe, but improved, nonetheless."

"You think so, huh?" She pulled one of her knees to her chest and rubbed at me with her foot.

"Yeah. What do you want right now?" I caught her foot in my hand, leaned forward and kissed her knee.

"Like I said earlier, I just wanted to crawl in bed with you and fuck you," she said, bringing her other knee up, planting her foot on the bed and yielding to my hand bringing her foot to my mouth for a kiss.

"You sure you haven't changed your mind?" I asked. I cradled her leg in my hands as my lips moved up from her ankle to her calf. I rested her heel on my shoulder as my hands slid down her leg, rubbing her thigh.

"No," she said. "It's just... I want you..."

"You have me," I said, bending forward and kissing the lower tip of her sternum, "Is that all you want?  Tell me what it is that you want... to do." I added the last two words separately on purpose. I traced kisses along her ribcage and her leg slipped from my shoulder.

"Mmmm, you're not going to make this easy for me," she said, her hand reaching up to caress my head. Her fingers ran through my hair and then stroked my ear teasingly. "That feels really good." My lips passed gently across her nipple, my tongue softly flicking against the hardened bud of flesh.

Lifting my head up from her chest, I gazed from one breast to the other. Her nipples were both erect, red and swollen, evidence of a long night of arousal and sex, a slight coating of my saliva visible where my lips had been.

"I'm listening," I said, drawing her nipple in between my lips again.

"I want more than for you just to fuck me," she said, inhaling sharply as I pulled on her nipple with my lips. Her hands reached out and cradled my face, encouraging me to look at her. "I still have some of Carl's semen inside me, so I'll be really slick..."

"Stop thinking of distractions and tell me what you want," I said, kissing her hand, drawing her arm toward me and kissing the underside of her wrist.

"I want you to make love to me. I want to cum with you inside me," she said. "I want you to cum in me."

I leaned forward, bringing my body over hers and kissing her. Becca put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her as her tongue pressed in between my lips, finding mine, and as her legs swept around me again. Our mouths separated and she tilted her head at an angle, opening her neck to my advances. I kissed my way past her cheek and down the line of her jaw. Briefly, I nuzzled her neck before moving again to her ear. 

This time, she didn't flinch and try to escape. I swept the hair away from her ear and progressed slowly towards it, my lips marching steadily toward their objective. When I was at her ear, I teased her for a moment more, kissing the spot just behind her ear before taking her earlobe between my lips. 

Becca moaned softly and arched her back as I slowly pulled my lips away from her earlobe. I slowly traced my tongue around the edge of her ear, stopping only to gently bite down on the edge of her outer ear a time or two.

"You're driving me crazy," she said, her hands caressing my back and chest.

"Good," I said. "That's the whole idea." I breathed the words softly into her ear just before I nibbled her earlobe. When my teeth clamped down on the small spot of her flesh, she arched her back again, thrusting herself at me. I quickly snuck a hand beneath her, grazing the flesh of her lower back and holding her to me. I shifted my body, bringing my knees up under her, and moved my other hand to support her body.  I continued to hold her like that, her groin pressed against me, my cock rubbing against her, but nowhere near entering her.

"You're so sexy," I said. "Don't ever think that I might not want you like this." My lips began to trace their way down her body as my hands continued to cradle her against me. For the briefest of moments, my cock lined up with the center of Becca's pussy, startling both of us, and obviously disappointing her when I didn't push forward to enter her. Her sex felt molten, burning with the heat of her arousal.

I slid down her body, bringing her breasts to my mouth and suckling her. Becca relaxed her body, rolling her head back into the pillow and tossing her arms to the side as her nipples alternately disappeared between my lips. I latched onto first one, then the other with my lips, tugging on it gently. She responded by gasping and pressing her legs against me. Her hands moved to my head, caressing me and urging me on. 

I moved my hands down beneath her buttocks, cradling the flesh of her backside as I moved down in the bed again, tracing kisses along her abdomen as I went. As I moved further down her body and closer to her sex, I swept my arms in between her legs. Finally where I wanted to be, I lifted up just a little more with my hands, and as I kissed my way down into her trimmed bush of pubic hair, Becca placed her legs on top of my shoulders and crossed her legs at her ankles. She flexed her body, offering herself to me.




Circle Ch. 09



Opening my mouth, I allowed my tongue to trace around the outer edge of her pussy. Even in the limited moonlight that streamed through the window, I could see her pussy was swollen with desire and arousal. My senses were on overload, I could see her heat, smell her sex and with a slight shift of my tongue, I moved closer to tasting her wetness as it flowed from her body.  

Becca pushed me back from her sex, shaking her head.

"Don't," she said. "Lick around my clit some if you want to, but don't tongue me right now."

My tongue traced a soft gentle pattern around her clit, as Becca relaxed and moaned low, planted her arms on the bed and made fists, balling handfuls of the sheets within her fingers.

"Oh... yes... suck my clit... please..." She sounded lost and distant, almost desperate. "You're gonna make me cum."

I closed my lips gently around her clit and sucked lightly, flicking my tongue against the tip.

"Oh my god..." Becca's hands clenched even tighter as her body tensed. I squeezed the flesh of her ass, massaging it as I continued to suck her clit. Her body began heaving with the labor of her breathing as she began to shudder. "Don't... stop... Unhh... unhh... oh... fuck... I'm cumming... ohhh..."

I eased up as Becca went nearly limp, her legs falling from my shoulders. I relaxed my hold on her, laying her back down on the bed. I slowly traced kisses up her body, caressing her torso as her ribcage continued to rapidly expand and contract with her labored breathing.

Raising up, I looked down at Becca as she lay spent. My cock lazily grazed her upper thigh as I leaned forward and kissed her. Supporting myself with one hand as I leaned over her, I guided my cock into the opening of her sex with the other. Pressing forward gently, I penetrated her pussy, sinking all the way in until we were pressed together at the pelvis. As she had predicted, I could tell she was well lubricated inside from Carl's semen. The snugness of her pussy against my cock made me believe that it wasn't an issue of concern. She put her arms around me and pulled me to her. 

Becca pushed her tongue into my mouth as she kissed me, and I felt a hand slide down my back. She clutched at my ass, urging me deep inside her. 

"Just lay there inside me for a minute," she said, panting. Slowly, Becca relaxed, resting her legs atop mine.

I pressed my face into her neck, kissing and nuzzling her. Becca began to move beneath me, and I kissed her earlobe as I began thrusting in and out of her. Becca reached up with her hand and caressed my face as my cock sank into her. I turned my head and captured one of her fingers between my lips and latched onto the tip, sucking it in. 

"You're cock is so hard," she said, her mouth open wide as she panted for breath. "Fuck me deep and slow... all the way in and... ahhh... all the way out... unhh..."

I arched my back as I pulled my cock out like she'd said, leaving just the tip of my head seated in the folds of her outer lips. The sensation on the head of my cock as I slipped out of her was fantastic. She was really tight against me, and I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to cum with her milking my cock like that.

Plunging forward, Becca moaned again as my cock slid into her depths.

"You feel really good," I said, kissing her. 

"So do you," she replied, kissing me back and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. 

"You like this?" I asked as I slid my cock out, hesitated for a moment, then slid back in again. It was a dumb question; both of us were obviously enjoying it.

"Yes...," she replied. "Keep it up and you're gonna make me cum again. Unhh... damn, that feels good."

I continued to thrust into her, the only change being I had quickened my pace just a touch. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build and I wanted to cum inside Becca, filling her with my semen.

Becca wrapped her legs around me and grasped my arms with her hands as she pressed head back into the pillow.

"Getting close?" I asked.

"Umhmm," she grunted.

"Still want me to cum inside you?" 

"Yes." She almost hissed her reply. "I want you to cum in me. I want to feel you shoot your sperm in me."

I felt my balls starting to tighten. I slowed my pace, pressing myself firmly against her when I was all the way inside. Becca moaned and flexed her legs against me.

Pulling out again, I quickly pressed back inside her and felt the warm rush of my orgasm beginning to crest. I began to thrust evenly and deep into Becca, and suddenly felt my cock pulsing, sending my cum into her pussy.

Becca arched her back, meeting my thrusts and pressing herself against me.

"Unhh... ohhh..." Eyes clenched shut, biting her lip, she moaned as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, massaging the last of my seed from within me.

Both of us spent, I rolled to the side, pulling her with me. Somehow, my cock managed to remain inside her. She collapsed against me as both of us panted for breath.

We lay there together for a few minutes. I'm not certain, but I think both of us may have drifted off, because both of us suddenly moved as though startled.

Becca reached up and brushed the hair out of her face and kissed me.

"Thank you," she said, her lips brushing against my cheek.

"Thank you," I replied, grateful that we'd enjoyed the opportunity to share one another again; unsure how often moments like this would occur in the future.

Slowly, Becca disengaged herself from me and crawled out of bed. I watched as she made her way out of my room, and then I followed her at a distance as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. I went to the bathroom to clean up and then returned to my bed.

It didn't take long, and the events of the day caught up to me, sending me to a deep sleep.