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He Wanted It

By: AHurtingUnit



I stared at the woman sitting across the food-court, her feet up on the chair and soles facing me. "My god, I'd lick those soles for hours," I moaned, half under my breath, half to my wife. I had always been a foot lover, and never really hid my arousal when seeing a gorgeous foot. I loved my wife, and would never fuck another woman till the day I died, but sniffing and licking their hot tired soles was a completely different matter. All my wife said was, "You would, would you?" with a big grin on her face.

Several weeks later, my wife came behind my while I was getting a drink, and blind folded me. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hands behind me and quickly locked them in place with handcuffs. She led me into the living room, and pushed me on to the couch. My dick was already throbbing, and I had no clue what was happening. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, and my wife ran off to get it.

Opening the door, she said "Come in, he's right inside." Seconds later, I felt someone sit down next to me. It was definitely a woman, as she smelled intoxicating. She gigged and said "Hmm, not much, but he sure is hard" and I flinched as she flicked the head of my dick through the shorts.

Suddenly, my face was assaulted by the scent of hot, tired feet. My dick lurched and throbbed, as the sensual, salty scent filled my nose. I felt a hand start rubbing my aching dick, and moaned. The soles were a bit rough, and I could tell the owner had walked barefoot a bit of the day. I could envision those soles, a bit dark from a mixture of sweat and dirt. The hand was moving a bit faster when the strange woman giggle and said "Don't waste your time on that lil thing dear, you'll be full soon enough." No sooner did the woman finish her sentence, the hand was gone.

I felt someone sit beside me, and it was obviously my wife. She leaned in and said, "You wanted this" and bit my neck as she removed the blindfold. Looking between her long toes and blood red toenails, I saw the woman from that day in the park. My dick throbbed as she flashed a wicked grin, and pushed her toes through my closed lips. She was a very plain woman, maybe 5'6 and about 170 lbs. Her dirty blond hair was not done any special way, and her brown eyes weren't very entrancing. But her size 8 feet with long toes and toenails that cleared the edge of her succulent toe tips by a good 1/8th an inch made a visible precum stain on my shorts.

She reclined even further and pulled her toes out of my mouth. She giggled when I made a disappointed moan, and sweetly said "Don't worry hun, these feet are gonna be clean and wrinkled with all the licking, sucking and loving you're gonna give them." She pulled aside her shorts and slowly started to move her finger between her bald puffy lips with a sly smile. My dick started to twitch in my pants and my long tongue snaked from her heel to her toes. This was the first time I got to see her sole, and it was indeed a bit dirty. My wife must have told her everything about his kinky fetishes and fantasies.

She reached forward and patted my cockhead, and condescendingly said "Aww, poor little thing. Must be lonely with your wife doin' that all the time" and she pointed a long red toenail at my wife. She was laying on the couch next to me, legs splayed, her 8" dildo a blur in and out of her delicious pussy. "That's gotta be twice as big as you, huh hun" the woman said with another giggle, as she shoved all 5 toes in my mouth at once, not waiting for a reply. Her hand rested on my hard dick, and periodically, slapped at it as my tongue and lips worshipped her feet. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I could smell her sweet sex.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and my wife jumped off the couch. She threw the soaking wet dildo at me, and it hit me right on the head. My foot queen laughed hysterically and drawled "Wonder who that could be" as she put her still-dirty left foot up to my face. I barely heard her, lost in a state of bliss and ecstasy. I heard voices, but couldn't discern them. I redoubled my licking on my Mistress's soles, and moaned when she shuddered and came. I wasn't sure if it was her finger, or my wife's dildo that now was pistoning in and out of her pussy, but she came again almost immediately.

"Honey," my wife called. "HONEY" she yelled, snapping me out of his trance. "Honey, this is Bob. He's Jan's husband. Jan is the woman who's feet you begged me for, and got. Well, now Jan's giving me something." As suddenly as my wife said this, Jan's feet left my face, and both of her hands encircled my bloated balls. Her face was almost angelic, as her hands began to compress my balls. My legs began to shake from the pressure, and I was fighting my bonds. It was useless, I wasn't about to get free and I stopped fighting.

My wife kneeled and unzipped Bob's pants. Her eyes never left mine, as she fished around his pants and begin to pull her hand out. I could hear Jan's breathing intensify as my wife's hand began to come out of his pants completely. Her stranglehold on my nuts increased, and I began to moan in pain. My wife and Jan inhaled deeply as her hand came free, pulling along his tremendous cock. My eyes opened wide as the man's cock hung half way down his leg. His dick was at least 8 inches long and obviously limp. The head was already as fat as a plum. My wife pulled his big balls out and smiled at me as I noticed they were probably twice the size as mine. Jan let go of my nuts and walked over to my wife and her husband, leaving me there.

Kneeling down, Jan began to stroke Bob's tremendous prick and looked back at me. "He dwarfs you sweetie. Gawd damn he's gonna stretch your wife's cunt." His cock was now at least 11 inches long, and looked easily two or three times thicker than me. She continued to stroke him, and put her free hand behind my wife's head. Jan looked deep into my eyes and said "I hear your wife refuses to suck your cock, wonder why" and she pushed my wife's head onto her husbands now 13 inch pole. "She loves bob's".

Jan stood up as my wife continued to suck the giant cock and came over to me. She sat down again, and put her feet back up on my face, completely smothering my face. "See hun, you wanted my feet and got 'em. She wanted Bob's cock, and is takin' it. Everyone wins." Her salty toes wiggled their way into my mouth again, and I begin to slurp at them. My stomach had gotten a bit queasy, but my dick never waned. She noticed this and said "Aww hun, look, he's excited you're gonna get a real dick" and she slapped my hardon as my wife and Bob began to walk towards our bedroom. The door quickly closed, and I strained to hear them. Jan was laughing hard now as she could see the terror in my eyes, wondering what was about to happen to my wife. She took her feet down from my face, and just sat there watching me.

My dick throbbed, and she slapped at it again. She made sure to get my swollen balls this time, and smiled as I yelped in pain. She slapped them again harder, and my yelp was louder. Finally, she went to slap one more time, and at the same time, she heard my wife yell from our bedroom "God, I'm so fucking full. FUCK ME". Her hand didn't even make contact with my dick, and it began to spurt cum all over the place. Jan laughed hysterically and grabbed my limp cock and said "Not much cum from a little cock hun. Don't worry, Bob'll give your wife a good filling or two" and she slipped back onto the couch, put her feet back on her new slaves face, and grabbed the dildo she was using before. "It's not Bob, but it's better than you" Jan moaned as she began to fuck herself with the dildo, and enjoyed my torment.

He Wanted Me to Watch



The parking lot is almost deserted -except for your truck.

Shiny black. So is your shadow in the cab.

I park near a light pole about 20 ft. away.

There's no one around. Did you know it would be empty?

Have you been here before? Doing this?

I'm nervous, trembling a little. I'm I really doing this?

I take a deep breath and get out of my car.

I'm still unsure. But I'm thinking of the things we said, the things you said, and those things are enough to propel me forward toward your truck.

I feel you watching me through your tinted window.

My heart beats too fast, and I'm dizzy. Is it excitement or fear? or both? 

I hesitate again, wondering if I can do this. It isn't something I do. 

I feel my heels edging into the hot blacktop.

Tentatively, I move closer.

I think I know what you're doing, even though I can't see you clearly.

We've talked about it.

You roll the driver's side window down. 

I see you more clearly now, in your late 30's, I'm guessing, dark hair, hazel eyes, and a nice smile, there's a dimple in your chin.

I stand beside your door. 

"Hi," you say. "I didn't think you'd show," but the slow sexy way you talk tells me another story. "I've been waiting."

I'll watch. You'll masturbate. I might too, maybe. 

I see that your jeans are already unzipped. Your cock is out and hard. It's hot here in Texas, but the sheen of sweat on your forehead is from more than the heat.

"Do you remember what I told you?" you ask.

I nod my head. My blonde hair sweeps across my face in the blast of coolness coming from the cab. 

"You're good-lookin'," you say appreciatively.

I think you've done this before and the girls aren't always pretty.

You eye my tanned breasts bursting out of my white halter. 

"Do you like my cock?" you ask. 

I look in at it. It's big and hard and your hand just fits around it. I watch your hand slide up and down the shaft. You aren't wearing any underwear. Your jeans are unzipped and pulled down, your plump balls hugging the bottom of your straining cock.

Your eyes flick back and forth from your erection to me. They're a little glossy with pleasure. Your cock strains. You scoot your jeans lower so you can slide your fingers down and massage your balls. The hunger in your eyes turns me on. Not just the desire for satisfaction, but a longing for the tension that precedes it. 

I glance around the parking lot and seeing no one, I push my body against the truck door. My breasts feel full and my nipples are hard against the warmth of the metal. The truck purrs against me, trembling like I am. You look down at my cleavage and smile. I pull my shirt down a little, exposing more skin. 

You slide your shirt over your head and toss it on the seat beside you. Your chest is tan from hours in the Texas sun. I admire you. It's apparent you either work out or work hard. Your hand slips up to one of your nipples and you gently press it with a finger, then roll it between two. I can tell it turns you on, like its sending small shocks of electricity to your cock which twitches in response. As your pleasure grows too intense, you back off. I breathe in deeply, resisting my sudden desire to reach in and touch you. It isn't easy. I'm in another state of mind now, outside of reality. 

The air from your AC hits your smooth skin. You shaved. One of your hands gently strokes your cock, lightly, barely touching the surface, up and down, and again, urging it forward, softy rubbing the sweet spot under the head. Your eyes close momentarily and then open again and look into mine. I have a slight smile on my face.

"I'm thinking of you touching me. If we were somewhere else. A motel room," you say.

"I'd run my hands across your body," I say. "I'd taste you and touch you. All over. Saving your cock for last."

"Go on," you say, "tell me more."

"Then I'd touch your cock and hold it and slide my hand up and down it," I offer, and even though I can see myself doing it in my mind, I resist the temptation here and now. 

A drop of precum emerges from the tip. You grasp it harder, starting to slide the skin up over the head, a relaxed stroke, maintaining a constant rhythm. I see your mouth drop open, and watch your breathing grow heavy. A bit more precum seeps out; you squeeze a large drop out, dab it with your finger, and bring it to your mouth to savor the sweetness. 

"Would you like to taste it?" you ask. 

An invitation. I reach in the cab and tweak your nipple. Then again a little harder. 

You offer me a taste. 

I lick your finger. "Mmmm," I moan. I can feel my own juices slick between my other lips. My hand slides down inside my skirt, down into my silky panties, against my smooth wet skin, in between my bare slippery lips. "God, I'm so turned on," I think to myself. 

"Oh," the groan escapes your lips.

I can tell you are feeling good, more than good, maybe, feeling, like me, vulnerable and open. 

Our eyes connect, then drift away into our own worlds, then back to each other. Our breath quickens and shallows, a sheen of sweat glosses over our skin. We are in a parking lot, but somehow we're alone. 

Our paces quicken. You stroke faster, then faster again, until your hand is blurring in my vision. Your strokes are long and go from the bottom of your cock to the top. You move your other hand to your balls, and you squeeze them and roll them a little, pulling them away from your body. You can't see my hand, but it is sliding smoothly on my bare cunt, pushing against my clit and then sliding back entering a finger inside myself, and again pushing the palm of my hand against my clit as I finger fuck myself beneath my skirt in the parking lot, beneath the Texas sun, watching you, watching you...

you're stroking as fast as you can. You are hard, so big and hard, I don't think your skin can stretch more than this. 

"I'm thinking of you riding my cock," you say in a husky voice. 

"Bouncing up and down on your hard cock," I say, lost in my own reverie. "Riding you."

"Tits bouncing up and down," you say. You glance from my breasts to my eyes. "Keep your eyes open, like we talked about." You command. 

It gets me hotter, watching you, watching me, your body beginning to thrash around a little, mine too. Your legs jerk and twitch in the cab. Your hips rise up and then push back down into the leather seat, your breathing so hard you can barely talk.

You look into my eyes again and regain some control, unwilling to let it go so quickly, willing the moment to stretch out again. Taking the reigns and pushing yourself back from the edge. 

The head of your cock is glossy now, drenched in all your precum, adding wetness to your steady stroking. I can tell you are reveling in the feeling. You let your hand slide up over your head and back down again, savoring the exquisite pleasure, the sensations filling you up. You approach the edge again. This time satisfied that you stretched it out as long as you could, riding the desire to the summit.

Your desire turning me on more. "Yes," I say, pushing my body against the truck, feeling the vibration against my body, my wetness taking me to that other place, my palm against my clit, rubbing hard, my fingers fucking my aching cunt. My mouth open. I reach into the cab and squeeze your nipple, like we talked about, rolling it hard between my fingers, but not too hard, and watching the electricity surge along your body as your hips rise up again. 

Your body stiffens up and I can feeling you on the precipice, for that moment, before you moan, and begin to cum. Strands of cum shoot out from your hard cock, I count them, one, two, beautiful, you are surging forward in the moment, then another strand shoots forth, number three, and your hand rubs the cum that falls on your cock down it, sliding it slowly, intensely feeling it, the moment, like you are in paradise. There is cum everywhere. The smell of sex fills the air. 

When I see that look on your face, that intense pleasure framing your features, every muscle tense and full of life, every fiber of your being caught in that moment of ecstatic pleasure. I push my fingers deep inside and smash my palm against my clit, my nipples straining against the fabric of my shirt and the purring metal on the truck, then it begins, the loss of control, the feeling that I'm being pulled into a tidal wave and then pulled again, I am outside of my own self, I am the sensation within me, I jerk and thrash against the truck, crying out, letting myself go, becoming all pleasure, until my knees start to give out and I collapse against the side of your truck, knees bent, hanging on to the top edge of the door with both hands. The blacktop is steaming, but I can't seem to move. 

"Back up a little," you say. 

I let go of the door and try to stand up but I'm unsteady. Then I hear the car door open and you sliding out; then you help me walk over to my car. You open my car door and slide me into the leather seat. I can feel you smiling even though I can't really focus yet. 

"This, I'll never forget," you say, leaning in front of me, taking my keys and starting the engine, I feel the cool air from the AC hitting my skin. I think I'll be ok now. You scoot my legs in and shut my door. I feel like I'm still melting. I look out of my driver's side window and watch you walk back to your truck, still admiring you. I watch you climb in, and put the truck into drive. You head the truck over and swing past my car in the front. You smile and wink as you pass by. 

I'm in a deserted parking lot, stoned out of my mind.



He Wanted To Fuck My Wife



I was pleasantly surprised when my wife Vineeta told me that she and two of her female friends had organised an out-of-town trip for the three couples. In our family, such responsibilities generally rested on me. Her friends were Neha and Sunita. I had met them a few times as they were office colleagues of Vineeta. Neha is a beautiful woman of 25 years with a slim voluptuous figure. Sunita, 30, is rather buxom but is very curvaceous and attractive. Vineeta, my wife, is above average in looks and figure. 

I had not met the husbands of Neha and Sunita before. Naresh is Neha's husband, a good looking man. Sunita's husband Subhash is somewhat portly. We all met on the appointed day, and left together. Our stay was booked in a resort located well outside the city. We reached the resort in the evening. After checking in and a quick wash, we reached the disco-like dining hall. Cocktails were ordered. Vineeta and her friends got engrossed in chatting soon. They also included me and the other two guys in the conversation. Instead of enjoying the holiday, I was feeling a little uncomfortable. The reason was Naresh. He was paying much more attention to my wife than to the other two ladies. In fact, he was fawning on her and she seemed to welcome his overtures. While talking, his hand would sometimes stray on her thigh. Since she didn't seem to mind, I ignored it. In fact, I was hoping that I could do the same with Neha but couldn't muster the courage.

When Naresh asked Vineeta for a dance, she accepted eagerly. He took her to the floor. Very soon, he was dancing with her body pulled very close to his. When a slow number came, he took her to the far side of the hall behind the wall of couples swaying to the music. They were outside the field of my vision. I felt more uncomfortable now. My feelings would have been assuaged if his wife was in my arms on the floor. But I didn't have the courage to take initiative. I had left the decision to her.

Sometime later, I went to a rest room. When I was in a closet, I heard a familiar voice. Naresh was telling someone, "Vineeta is one hot piece of tail. I wish l could screw her tonight." 

It was the voice of Subhash that I heard next, "Who wouldn't want that? But she's married and her husband is around!"

Naresh chuckled, "Is there a rule that you can't fuck someone's wife in this resort? And her husband seems to be a sissy!"

"Okay, there is no such rule but what makes you think she is willing to be fucked by you," Subhash asked.

"If she is not willing, I will make her willing. ... If only I could have her alone for some time!" Naresh boasted.

"So, you think you are a Casanova?" Subhash asked.

"Who else?" Naresh bragged again. "If you give me some time alone with your wife, I can make her want to be fucked by me too."

"Hey! Leave my wife out of it," Subhash blurted out. "But I can keep Vineeta's husband away from her on one condition." 

"Condition! What is the condition?" Naresh enquired. 

"The condition is that after you have fucked her, you will allow me to screw her as well," Subhash leered.

"Done my friend, you are on." Naresh sounded happy. 

I was shocked by their brazenness. The scoundrels were talking about fucking MY wife! I thought that if I had the opportunity to fuck their wives, I wouldn't have spared them. But there was no chance of such an opportunity coming my way. I had to get my wife out of here. I had a suspicion that Naresh, with his chocolatey looks and charming demeanor, might actually pull off what he had boasted about. 

When I went back to our table, I tried to pull Vineeta away from the group. She chided me, "Don't be a spoilsport, Vijay. The night is young and I'm enjoying myself. Go and take a walk on the lawn. The fresh air will do you good."

I couldn't tell Vineeta what I had heard in the rest room; the last thing I wanted to do was to create a scene, with so many people around. I needed time to think. I decided to go to our room and think about my next course of action.

I ordered a large peg of Chivas Regal from room service to muster some courage. As the Scotch produced its effect on me, I became certain that nothing would happen. If that self-proclaimed Casanova tried his seduction routine on Vineeta, she would slap him in the face. I remembered that I had talked to her often about swinging but she had never encouraged me. She had a boyfriend before our marriage, and had given her virginity to him. But after our marriage, it was a different story. She was totally faithful to me, though I would have preferred some variety. Sometimes I envied her pre-marital coital experience which, despite trying, I couldn't manage to get. My fantasy of swinging probably originated from the inequality in our sexual experience but it remained just that, a fantasy.

I took my drink to the balcony on the rear side of the room and sat down, looking at the stars in the sky. I was hoping that Neha and Sunita would not leave my wife alone. I decided to wait half an hour before re-joining the group. I had a good buzz going. When I was about to get up, I heard voices outside the room. One was my wife's and the other, a man's voice. I became alert, but for some unknown reason, decided to remain hidden in the balcony.

I closed the balcony door leaving the curtain slightly open so that I could peek inside the room. Just then the door opened. Vineeta came in followed by Naresh.

"He's not here," she said. "Thanks for coming with me to look for him. It is so nice of you." 

"I am always happy to help a lady as charming as you," it was the flattering voice of Naresh. 

"Come on! I am nothing as compared to Neha!" she showed her modesty. 

"Neha used to be charming until some years ago," Naresh continued his flattery. "But her charm has withered while you look as ravishing as ever."

"Now, it's you who is trying to charm me!" Vineeta replied coyly. She went to the dressing table and stood in front of the mirror. To my surprise, I saw Naresh lock the door.

Vineeta, looking in the mirror, applied lipstick on her lips. She turned to face Naresh. He was standing very close. With a cunning smile on his face, he said, "But I don't seem to be having much success."

"Have you forgotten about what you did outside the room?" she asked and patted him playfully. 

"Oh, thank you for not turning me down," he said. "Let me do it again please."

Naresh clasped my wife in his arms and placed his eager mouth on her lips. She opened her luscious lips. She began to respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return of pressure, but it was enough of a positive sign for Naresh to move on. Kissing her more forcefully, he opened his mouth a little and although I could not see it, I somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my wife's lips in a demand for entry. When Vineeta's jaw moved, I knew that she had given admission to his insistent tongue. I don't know what my wife was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first sign of her submission. That excitement grew when I saw Naresh put his hand over Vineeta's shoulder. And with slow stroking motions, he slid it down onto her breast which he gently began to rub and squeeze through her clothing. 

I could hear Vineeta's breathing quicken under Naresh's attentions. He started to pinch her nipple through the thin material of her dress which made her breathing noticeably heavier. My mouth went dry when I heard the sound of sudden intake of breath from Vineeta as Naresh moved his hand onto her thighs, his fingers pressing into the material over her pussy to rub gently at her mound. My eyes flickered as I watched Naresh's actions on my wife. Her eyes were closed as they kissed. His hand squeezed and teased her breast and nipple. Soon, his hand travelled to her groin to rub at her pussy.

Without breaking the kiss, Naresh pulled Vineeta to the sofa nearby and both of them sat on it close to each other. Naresh placed his hand on her crotch again. I heard Vineeta give a gasp and her legs, which up to that point had been firmly together, began to slowly open giving Naresh more freedom to play with her pussy. The point came where my wife was sitting with her legs spread wide while Naresh rubbed at her through her clothes using his whole hand. I watched with fascination as his actions made her breathing quicker and louder. Naresh slid his hand under her clothes between her willing thighs.

Vineeta's face radiated passion and desire as Naresh slid his hand all the way up to her crotch. He certainly was a fast worker.

"Lift up," he said.

Vineeta did. I could clearly see her panties now, and so could Naresh. I watched as my wife closed her eyes and Naresh cupped her pussy with his hand. She moaned loudly as I saw Naresh's arm moving to and fro. I imagined he had his fingers inside her pussy, and was fingering her. He pressed his lips again to Vineeta's mouth and began to kiss her passionately. Vineeta seemed to be completely under his spell. When he thought that he had her fully under his control, he pulled away from her. He unwrapped her sari and took off her blouse and bra. Vineeta was co-operating in getting herself disrobed. As her bare breasts came into view, Naresh began drooling with lust. His fingers pulled and twisted her nipples sending tremors through her body. 

"We should go Naresh, the others would miss us," Vineeta whispered but her words lacked conviction. 

"Don't worry, darling. Subhash will keep everyone busy." Naresh took possession of her breasts, one with his mouth and the other with his hand. Vineeta seemed to be lost in pleasure. The way she was sighing and purring was enough to convince me that Naresh's boast was not false.

After taking Vineeta to the height of desire, Naresh unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. With one swift motion, he got rid of his pants and shorts. His penis was fully erect. Vineeta was oblivious to all this as her eyes were closed. Naresh pushed Vineeta's petticoat up to her waist and began to slide her panties down her thighs. "Take them off," he said and she obediently removed them to expose her wet pussy to him.

The sight of my wife's bare boobs and bare pussy made me hot and horny. I disrobed and started stroking myself gently. 

Naresh's hand returned to Vineeta's pussy, his fingers immediately slipping inside her, making her moan loudly. Vineeta spread her legs wider to give her lover better access to her cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you," Naresh spoke in a commanding voice. His fingers were busy in their mission. "I'm going to fuck you and cum inside you!"

Vineeta didn't protest. Naresh made her stand up and turn around. She was facing the sofa now. He asked her put her hands on the back-rest of sofa and bend down. I immediately understood that the bastard wanted to fuck my wife doggie style. It was my favourite position too and Vineeta loved it. Naresh came behind her. Neither of them could see me enter the room as they were facing away from me! He upturned her petticoat exposing her buttocks.

Naresh adjusted his position behind Vineeta and moistened his cock with saliva. It was average in length and thickness. He positioned it at the entrance of Vineeta's waiting cunt and bent over her. ... I was right behind him. All I had to do now was to grab his hair and pull him back. He would have landed on his back on the floor. But my rampant cock was forcing me to stick to my original decision! In a split second, I decided to obey my cock and took my position. I caught Naresh by his waist and pulled him towards me. He grunted with pain when the head of my cock forced its way inside his ass-hole. At the same time, his cock lost contact with Vineeta's pussy. She asked with concern, "What happened?"

"I am being sodomised!" Naresh whined. I gave him another forceful pull and my cock made more progress. As he sighed again, Vineeta managed to wriggle out of her position. Her face was a picture of surprise when she looked at Naresh and me.

"VIJAY!" she exclaimed. "What is ... I mean ... I am ... I am sorry ..."

"Oh! Are you sorry because your lover boy is getting fucked by me instead of fucking you?" I asked disdainfully. 

"No, that's not what I meant," Vineeta protested weakly.

"We will talk about that later," I ordered. "Now get my mobile phone and film us." 

Naresh began to protest but my wife obeyed me. She stood on our side and began recording. I asked her, "Are you getting a good view of my cock in your lover boy's ass."

"He is not my lover boy!" she defended herself. "And if you turn slightly to the left, I will get a better view."

I did as she asked and pushed forward; the cock advanced by an inch and Naresh groaned again. 

"What is it, Naresh?" My wife asked incredulously. "Why are you groaning?"

He mumbled between laboured breaths, "Have you ever taken it up your ass?"

Vineeta answered truthfully, "No, I haven't. Is he hurting you?"

"He is so thick! And my ass is dry. At least, ask him to use some lubrication."

"He is right, Vijay," my wife agreed. "A dry fuck will do no good to either of you."

I took pity on Naresh and pulled out. I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and spat on his ass-hole. "This should be enough," I said and re-positioned my cock on his wet ass-hole. 

"Please, be gentle," Naresh pleaded.

"If you loosen up, it will be less painful," I said like an experienced pro though it was my first shot at ass-fucking. In any case, Naresh relaxed his channel, and the lubrication also helped. In a single minute, I was able to bury my cock into his ass to the hilt, and he took it with relative ease this time. I started fucking him with gentle strokes. I asked Vineeta if there was any problem with the recording. She replied that it was going perfectly. I asked her to take some shots of our faces as well. 

Our fucking continued apace and soon I found that I was rather enjoying my first ass-fucking even though the ass belonged to a man.

Still recording, Vineeta commented, "You never told me that you are homosexual!"

"I am not homosexual," I protested. "I have discovered just now that I am bisexual. And your lover boy has also become bisexual now, if he wasn't one before."

"Vijay, get real! He isn't my lover boy," Vineeta protested. 

I was far from impressed. Between somewhat vigorous strokes, I demanded to know, "Then why were you bending down on the sofa, presenting your pussy to him? If my cock hadn't intervened, his cock would have been inside you!"

Vineeta surprised me with her words, "I was doing it for you." 

This was strange. My wife was ready to be fucked by this man for my sake. I didn't understand her logic. Meanwhile, the man in question had a tight grip on my cock and I was enjoying the tightness of his ass. My strokes had become powerful. I enquired from my wife, "What would have I gained from this, I mean if he had fucked you?"

"Are you so naïve?" Vineeta asked. "Don't you remember how many times you have talked about swinging? I didn't like it in the beginning but gradually I came round to your point of view. I mean ... I felt that occasional swinging might be good for us! I was looking forward to this trip to fulfil your fantasy. I had an impression that you fancied Neha. I thought that talking of wife-swapping straight away with Neha and Naresh would not work. Instead if I allowed Naresh to fuck me, he would be obliged to have his wife fucked by you."

Naresh's tight ass was now producing waves of pleasure in my cock, waves which arose in my cock and radiated outwards. To heighten the pleasure, I began to ram him forcefully. I had full recollection of what he had said in the men's room. I recounted everything to Vineeta. I told her that after fucking her, he was going to offer her to his friend Santosh instead of offering his wife to me.

Vineeta was flabbergasted, "Oh my God! Naresh, is that what you were planning to do? ... After I had been so good to you! You certainly deserve the pounding you are getting. Vijay, batter him like a ram. Make mincemeat of his ass. And do forgive me for my stupidity!"

"It's okay," I said. "Now stop the recording and come here."

Vineeta switched the mobile off and came to me. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. My other hand was on Naresh's waist, to prevent the target of my attack from slipping away. I put my lips on Vineeta's mouth. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was an altogether new sensation; I mean kissing one person and fucking another. After sometime, Vineeta and I broke apart.

She looked at my crotch and Naresh's bottom, the place where we were joined; she had a strange look on her face, a very mischievous grin. She put one of her hands on my buttock and said, "How sexy it is looking! I didn't know that seeing you fuck him would be so exciting! Fuck him good."

I continued pulling and pushing, feeding more of my cock into the ass. Vineeta started kissing me again. She was kissing my neck, my cheeks and my lips. My excitement had reached new heights, and I was grunting every time I pushed into Naresh's ass.

"Aaahhhhhh!" I grunted, "It is so fucking tight!" I was moaning with every thrust now, and Vineeta was doing all she could to heighten my pleasure.

My orgasm was close now. I gripped Naresh's waist tightly. I grunted and groaned as I thrust wildly into his tight ass. Vineeta once again had her arms around me and was tonguing my ear. An animal growl erupted from the depth of my belly as my cock began shooting jizz. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body as semen flowed out of my balls through my hard cock into the pulsating cum-receptacle of Naresh.

After emptying my balls, I clung to Vineeta. I kissed her deeply. We stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity. Ultimately, my cock softened and slipped out. I loosened my hold on Vineeta and she looked with a bemused face at the semen running down the thighs of Naresh. He dashed into the bathroom as soon as he became free.

*****

Naresh got dressed and looked at us sheepishly as if seeking permission from us to leave. Vineeta did something I would not have expected from her. She walked up to Naresh, kissed him on his cheek and said kindly, "Thank you, Naresh. I hope you would forgive Vijay if he had hurt you in the beginning." 

I watched as Naresh left quietly. I couldn't believe what had happened in the last hour or so. For the first time in my life, I had watched a man almost succeed in fucking my wife. I had not only thwarted his design but had ended up fucking him. Fucking a man, or for that matter anyone besides my wife, was again a first for me. And I had fucked him in full view of my wife, with active encouragement from her.

After Naresh left, we had a shower together. Since it was too late to go downstairs for dinner, I ordered something from the room service. While eating, we reviewed the happenings of the evening. Vineeta expressed her feelings of remorse once again but I brushed her apologies aside. However, she was curious to know why I had asked her to film the buggery. I told her that if Naresh boasted to Subhash again about his Casanova-like abilities, I will show the video to Subhash. 

After eating, we retired to bed. My romp with Naresh had left me tired but I was unable to sleep. The incidents of the evening were playing like a film in my mind. And when the last scene came in which I was buggering Naresh, I became aroused again. Vineeta had fallen asleep. I crawled between her legs. I began kissing and licking the insides of her thighs gently, gradually moving higher toward her warm pussy. Since she had only a nightie on, her pussy was bare. I inhaled the rich scent of her womanhood. When my mouth reached the junction of her legs, I nibbled at the puffy and soft outer lips of her pussy. 

Vineeta woke up with a start. She looked scared. When she saw me between her thighs, she relaxed and smiled encouragingly. I ran my tongue along her slit, gently probing inside, and licking at her inner lips, while my wife groaned with arousal. I continued probing and exploring the inside of her tunnel with my tongue. Finally, I covered her entire pubic mound with my mouth. I made long licks, starting at the bottom end of her slit, and running along its entire length to her clitoris at the top. Then I lightly sucked on her clit. By now, Vineeta was groaning loudly, rhythmically bucking her hips against the workings of my tongue. I continued licking her pussy until she raised her hips off the bed and cried out in orgasm. I kept licking her through and after her climax, until she reached down and pushed my head away. My face was wet with her juices.




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"Oh dear, fuck me now," Vineeta gasped, pulling me on top of herself. She adjusted my cock against her pussy. Before I knew, the head of my cock pushed against her pussy lips, parted them, and slipped inside. She groaned with excitement as I pushed the rest of my cock inside her welcoming pussy. She was well-lubricated from my oral ministrations, and in no time, my cock was buried to the hilt inside her. We started mating slowly and gently. She was rhythmically clenching her cunt-muscles around my shaft. The sensation was bewitching.

Before long, Vineeta's breathing grew ragged. "Oh God," she panted, "Fuck me hard. I'm going to come!" After hearing her entreaty, I began to pound into her with all my might. She was meeting my strokes half-way by raising her pelvis. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as her orgasm slowly built up. Finally, she came with a loud cry, clenching her pussy tightly around my shaft. This was more than enough to send me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy as my cock exploded inside her, filling her pussy with my cum.

We lay in each other's arms for a long time afterwards, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of absolutely ecstatic sex which we had experienced after a long while. Finally, Vineeta broke the silence. "That was incredible!" she exclaimed. "I haven't come like this in a long, long time! If half-swinging can charge you up like this, what will full swinging do!" 

"Half-swinging?" I asked. "Oh, you mean I was able to fuck that stud but you didn't get the taste of his sexual prowess!" 

"No, that's not what I meant," Vineeta replied. "I am wondering if a man's ass can re-invigorate you so much, what will be the effect of his wife's pussy on your vigour."

"His wife's pussy!" I wondered aloud. "After what I have done to him, why would he offer his wife's pussy to me? And why would you allow me to partake of her pussy?"

"Let me think about it," Vineeta said cryptically and went to sleep. But her words drove sleep away from me. I had thought about fucking Neha but it was just a tempting thought and nothing more. When Vineeta had said earlier that she thought I fancied Neha, she hadn't been off the mark. But I didn't think it was possible. But if it could happen ... image of Neha began to float before my eyes ... and it was a very enticing image! I don't know when I drifted into sleep but images of Neha kept haunting me in my dreams. In one such dream, Neha had me lying naked on the bed and her mouth was clamped around my cock. Her tongue was sliding around the head of my dick. Her lips were moving up and down the length of my cock. Soon she had my dick head touching the back of her throat. She was giving me the best blow job of my life. I was just lying back with my eyes closed and enjoying myself. When she took me the brink of cumming, I pushed her head back and opened my eyes. She asked, "You don't want to cum yet?"

I was bewildered because it was Vineeta speaking to me. So this was not a dream! It was my wife waking me up by a blow job! I didn't know what to say. She spoke again, "It's alright if you want to cum in my pussy!" She straddled me and adjusted her pussy on my cock. She sank down slowly, engulfing my cock in her pussy. The pressure of her cunt muscles around my cock was producing a heavenly sensation. Vineeta spoke again, "This is unbelievable! In less than eight hours, you have fucked Naresh, you have fucked me and you are fucking me again. You are becoming a stud. To complete your transformation, we must carry this swinging forward."

What I was dreaming throughout the night came back to me. The image of a naked Neha doing things to me was tempting but it couldn't be true. Between her gentle up and down movements, Vineeta asked me again, "Now, don't be shy. Do you want to fuck Neha or not?"

I didn't want to say something that I would regret later. The fate had been kind to me so far but stretching its kindness too much could be dangerous. I said diplomatically, "I want to fuck only you."

"Of course you can fuck me any time, as you doing now," Vineeta didn't want to let up. "But you did enjoy fucking Naresh. Why wouldn't you want to fuck Neha?"

"I ... er... I mean why would you let me?" I spoke cautiously, not denying that I wanted to fuck Neha but throwing the ball back to her.

"Well, I have to admit that watching you fuck Naresh was extremely exciting. You have read about cuckold husbands who enjoy watching their wives fucked. I think I am a cuckold wife. I enjoy watching you fuck others." Vineeta explained while continuing her fucking movements.

"A cuckold wife!" I exclaimed. "Cuckold is a term reserved for husbands." 

"Okay, I have coined a new term," she replied. "I am a she-cuckold! And I want to watch you fuck Neha now."

"Someday, I am going to write a story about a she-cuckold. But why would Neha agree to this?"

"The video, stupid!" Vineeta said. "If that video can keep Naresh silent, it can also persuade his wife to submit to you. Imagine what would she do if I show her this video and tell her that she has two choices. Either she gets fucked by my husband or all our friends will watch her husband getting fucked by my husband!"

Vineeta's thrusts had become powerful. I was relishing them, and I was relishing the prospect of fucking Neha; but I had my principles. I took the moral high ground, "I don't want to deny that the idea of fucking Neha is tempting but I can't fuck anyone by blackmailing her or him." 

By now, Vineeta was gasping and grunting, seeking a release. I held her hips and started thrusting from below. I slipped one hand between her thighs and started rubbing her clitoris. This took her to the brink of orgasm. I was getting close too. Vineeta clamped her internal muscles, milking me. I arched my back, slamming my cock as deep inside her cunt as I could and started shooting my juices inside her. Between her gasps, she said, "I won't blackmail her."

*****

All of us met in the morning for breakfast. Sunita, Subhash, Neha and Vineeta were their usual self, chatting and laughing, but Naresh and I were quiet. Whenever my gaze fell on Naresh, he would lower his head. Vineeta noticed it too but said nothing. We, the men, had planned a trek in the morning but I opted out of it as I was feeling uncomfortable in the presence of Naresh. The feeling seemed to be mutual as he appeared to be visibly relieved when I said that I was staying back. The ladies went to the spa for some beauty treatment that they had booked.

I went to the pool room but got bored soon. In half an hour, I was back in my room. I tried watching TV but found nothing of interest. I decided just to laze. My thoughts returned to Neha. Though I was glad that I had dissuaded Vineeta from blackmailing her, Neha hadn't vanished from my thoughts. I was imagining what she would look like when she disrobed. Would she like the room to be darkened when she disrobed in my presence or would she do it with the lights on? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I found Vineeta and Neha outside. Neha's eyes were downcast. Vineeta pushed her into the room past me. I looked at her questioningly. With a broad grin on her face, she said, "Can you imagine what happened when I told Neha about what her husband did to me last evening? She told me that she knew of her husband's interest in me and that she too has a crush on you. She had broached the idea of swapping to Naresh, I mean swapping with you and me, but he just dilly-dallied. Neha, tell him what you had told me."

Neha appeared to be gathering courage for some seconds, and then spoke, "It is not easy for me but to clear the air, I was hoping for some progress on the swapping issue during this trip. When Vineeta told me that Naresh unilaterally made his move on her without giving a thought to other two partners, I was incensed. It is lucky for all of us that he was stopped at the last moment."

I spoke to my wife disapprovingly, "You told her everything! Was it necessary?"

"I don't know but when I told her about what you did, she didn't believe me," Vineeta replied. "So I had to show her the video. She found it incredible! She was so impressed with your size and stamina that I made her an offer."

"Offer? What kind of offer?" I was puzzled.

"I had told you about my cuckold nature or rather she-cuckold nature!" she replied. "I offered to have her fucked by you provided that I got to watch. Won't it be great?"

I was of course delighted. I could fulfil my fantasy of fucking Neha. No blackmailing was required. My wife not only approved but had, in fact, engineered it. What more could a man ask for? But for the sake of appearances, I had to show my reluctance. "This is so unexpected! I don't know how I can thank you two, but to do it behind the back of Naresh ..."

Neha cut me short, "Wasn't he doing it with your wife behind your back? Did he involve you and me? And to tell the truth, if you can fuck my husband without my knowledge, you can fuck me without my husband's knowledge as well."

"I am sorry for fucking him without your knowledge," I apologised. "I was so put off by what he was doing that I decided to punish him on the spur of the moment." 

"He had wronged you and you had every right to punish him," Neha said. "But he has wronged me as well and I have the right to punish him. Won't you help me punish him by fucking his wife?"

"Isn't that logical?" my wife asked. "I will be glad if she avenges herself. My only regret is that she wants to do it privately the first time. Next time onwards, I can watch! Neha, take him to your room."

*****

This was unbelievable, I mean, my wife asking her woman friend to take me to her room and get fucked by me! How many men are indulged like this by their wives? I thought that I must be among the lucky few. 

"Let's go," Neha said. She took my hand, and we walked away to her room with my wife watching. 

As soon as we entered her room, Neha bolted the door and pounced on me. She pushed me against the closed door and started kissing me wantonly. She guided my hand under her T-shirt. I slid my palm over her firm abdomen. Moving my hand up, I felt under the curve of each breast and then around the half-globes. I slowly pushed the shirt and the bra up. The sight of her bare boobs enchanted me. I had dreamed of this sight countless times. For the first time, I had real access to her luscious breasts, not only visual but also manual. 

I circled the nipples, being very careful not to touch them, moving close and then darting away. Her breathing quickened as my fingers glided first over one and then the other stiffening bud. Leaving her breasts, I slid my hand down cupping her vulva. Teasing her, I pushed my middle finger into her moist slit. At the same time I leaned over and sucked on the nipple closest to me. After having my fill of one nipple, I moved to the other.

I pulled the shirt over Neha's head and threw it away. I had to struggle to unfasten her bra. Somehow, I managed to get it off. I was impatient to see her naked now. I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. I quickly pushed my fingers under the elastic of her panties and jerked them down her legs, leaving her completely naked. I looked hungrily at her captivating beauty. While I was lost in gazing at this heavenly vision, Neha moved swiftly and divested me of my clothes. I regained my senses when I heard her exclaim, "Oh, just like in the video!" She was looking dreamily at my slowly hardening cock.

We moved to the bed. I pulled Neha next to me and clamped my mouth on her lips. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could hear her breathing quicken as our tongues duelled. My hand moved from her waist to her bosom and I started to fondle her boobs. I heard the sound of a sudden intake of breath from her as I pinched at her nipple. Her eyes were open as we kissed but they seemed locked to mine as though she was transfixed. My hand continued to squeeze and tease her breasts and nipples. 

Neha placed her hand over mine and pushed it down over her belly until it reached the junction of her thighs. I obeyed her silent command and began to tickle her pussy with my fingers. Her legs slowly opened giving me better access to her pussy. I pushed one finger slowly inside her and started fingering her pussy. She let out a deep moan and opened her legs wider. She put her hand on top of mine and moved my fingers into her now very wet pussy. As I fingered her tight cunt, I felt another finger slide in alongside mine. It was hers. Now we were both pumping in and out of her pussy together. 

I disentangled my tongue and lips from Neha's. I pushed her flat on her back and moved my head over her heaving chest. I parted my lips and clamped them over her nipple. I sucked and nibbled at her nipple. I withdrew my hand from her vulva and placed it over her left boob. The combination of my oral and manual assault on her tits raised the excitement of Neha to a new level. Her finger was moving rapidly in and out of her pussy.

After a while, she pulled out her wet finger and whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

I gladly knelt down between her legs which she had spread wide, revealing her smooth and inviting cunt. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and started to lick her from her cunt to her clit. She started to squirm as I nibbled gently on her clit. Then I drove my tongue into her pulsating slit and started thrusting it in and out in fucking motion. Her hand was on the back of my head pushing it hard into her cunt. "Ohh yeah!" she groaned. "That's it ... oh fuck ... oh God!" She was thrusting her pelvis at my face and her thighs were squeezing my head.

"Yes ... Oh yes ... FUCK!" Neha screamed as her body quivered and she exploded into an orgasm. I lapped up her juices as she recovered from her climax. 

Neha pulled my head up to hers and kissed me hard, tasting her juices off my face and said, "Thank you. Now it's my turn."

My cock was nearly bursting from arousal. I got up and we changed positions. Now Neha was kneeling between my legs. Her mouth descended on the head of my cock. Teasingly, she twirled her tongue around the sensitive area on the underside. Soon she switched to licking up and down the entire length of the shaft, finally reaching my balls. After licking my balls, she returned to the cock-head and clamped her lips around it. Her mouth gradually sank lower, taking more and more of my cock inside. Soon, I was enjoying her expert blow job. She raised her head and said to me through a naughty grin, "You don't want to finish yet, do you?"

Neha continued to massage my cock with her hand. In reply, I slid my hand over her stomach to her clit only to find her other hand already there. I looked at her and she smiled, "Can we do it together again?" 

Both of us had our fingers in her pussy again and she had one hand around my cock. I could feel Neha getting very wet again so I withdrew my finger and pulled her on top of me so that she was straddling my prostrate body. She positioned herself on me, adjusting the tip of my cock against her pussy. She slowly sank down, taking my rock hard cock smoothly inside her receptive pussy. She started to rock back and forth rubbing her clit against my pelvis. 

As Neha started gathering speed, I began to thrust my pelvis up to send my cock deep inside her. I could feel my orgasm building up and I could also feel Neha's body tensing in anticipation. Just as I was about to explode, she stopped herself on a downward thrust and pinned me down. In a minute, the sensation passed. When she found me looking at her pleadingly, she said, "You know Naresh has always been after my ass but I could never muster the courage to get my ass fucked. When I saw him getting fucked in the ass, I thought I should try it as well. Would you like to fuck my ass?"

I couldn't believe my luck; first I get to fuck Neha and now she is offering her ass to me! I nodded quickly before she could change her mind.

Neha got off me and assumed the ass-fuck position, kneeling on her elbows and knees. I had a clear view of her puckered hole. It looked very tempting but also very tight. I realised that I could damage it if I wasn't careful. I applied saliva on it. I put my index finger on the hole and tried to insert it very slowly and very gently after asking Neha to keep the hole relaxed. With her co-operation, I succeeded in inserting my finger to the hilt. Neha told me that she was okay. I rotated the finger clockwise and anti-clockwise for some time. When her ass-hole became a little loose, I spat on it and added another finger. With patience, I was able to insert two fingers inside her ass-hole without causing her much pain. I began to stretch my fingers wider, taking my time. After a few minutes of patience from me and co-operation from her, I made her ass-hole ready to be fucked. Neha also said as much, "It's enough. I am ready for your cock now."

It was once-in-a-life-time moment for me. I was thinking that busting the ass cherry of a husband-wife pair must be a rare privilege! I spread Neha's ass cheeks with my palms and her ass hole with my thumbs. I spat hard on her ass hole so that some saliva reached inside. I put my cock against her hole and gave a gentle thrust. Nothing happened. I tried again but the result was the same. Neha admonished me, "Don't be so gentle." 

She rested her shoulders and head on the bed and extended her hands backwards, towards her buttocks. She spread her buttocks apart with her hands and said, "Try now and push harder." 

This made my hands free. I used one hand to steady her waist and used the other to keep my cock on its target. I gave a firm push. Neha winced with pain as the head of my cock forced its way past her anal sphincter. On hearing her cry, I said, "Oh, I am sorry. I am taking it out."

Despite her pain, Neha clenched her sphincter around my cock to prevent it from slipping out and said, "No! Don't withdraw. ... I have heard that the first few seconds are uncomfortable. Let me get used to it."

I waited for Neha to regain her composure and comfort, and tried to lessen her pain with words of encouragement, "You are much braver than I had imagined! Even Vineeta would baulk if I tried to push it up her ass."

"What? She hasn't taken it in her ass!" Neha exclaimed. "But you need not worry. After we are finished, I will persuade her to try it. ... And I am okay now. You can re-start." 

After a few firm thrusts, I was fully in ... in her ass to the hilt. It was a novel sensation. Her ass was tighter than a pussy but softer than a man's ass! Neha began to groan as I started pumping in and out of her tight ass-hole. Soon she was pushing back as I thrust forward to get my cock as deep as possible.

"Ooohhh yeah!" Neha grunted. "It's sooo good! Fuck me hard! Yes, fuck my ass!"

My strokes became powerful. I was going as hard as I could. The sensations her ass was generating in my cock were exquisite. The excitement of fucking a woman in the ass for the first time took me close to cumming.

"I AM CUMMING!" I cried in ecstasy as I thrust deep into her ass-hole.

"YES! I AM CUMMING TOO!" She screamed. "Fill my ass with your cum!! Give it to me!"

I let go and shot my cum deep into her ass, spurt after spurt. I kept going till I was completely drained, and then I collapsed on her, flattening her beneath me. 

"Oh my God, it's unbelievable!" Neha said. "No one told me that ass-fucking could be so bloody good!" 

"Even I didn't know," I agreed. "You were fantastic."

As soon as we disentangled, the phone started ringing. Neha picked up the receiver. I could hear only our side of the conversation. After the call ended, Neha told me, "Vineeta is waiting for us in your room. She wants us to hurry. You, your dear wife and I are going to have a threesome!"




He Wanted To Fuck My Wife



As we left the room, I was thinking, "Life has never been so good!"

*****

Our threesomes continued throughout the trip. Neha had told us about her swapping plans and Vineeta wasn't disinclined. Therefore, I was feeling somewhat guilty that Naresh was being kept out of the party. I raised the subject once but Neha rejected it, "Let him first atone for what he tried behind my back. When his atonement is over, I will think of letting him join us."

After hearing her words, my feelings of guilt disappeared. Stories apart, the truth is that no man would like to have his wife fucked by other men if it can be avoided, even though he may be lusting after their wives. I have admitted that I wanted to fuck Neha. I would have agreed to have my wife fucked by Naresh if that was the only way to get at his wife. But now the situation was different. His wife was getting fucked by me, front and back, without any condition. As such, it would be stupid of me to offer my wife to Naresh!

THE END



He Wanted To Play



I came home one night to find a party in full swing at the apartment next to mine. As I got closer I saw Ryan laying in my flowers, drunk again I thought. Another guy was standing in front of him. I asked, "What are you two doing?" Ryan answered first, " I thought you were coming to beat my ass." The one standing said "I'm Tim, I'm hiding him." Tim asked my name, I told him it was Sherry. Then I asked if they both could get the hell out of my flowers. Ryan got up and went back to the party. Tim lingered trying to hit on me, I asked him "Do you have any idea how old I am?" He replied, "About 23 or 24, I'm 19 almost 20." Laughing I managed to say "I wish lets try I'm 33." Tim then told me I was in my prime.

A few more people came and went from the party. Tim stood in front of me swaying oh boy I thought, Tim really was drunk. Then, I realized he was doing this to rub against my tits. Tim wanted to play, I could play games. I leaned into him a little bit. Tim turned, looking shocked and pleased at the same time. I just smiled and went in. I watched Tim from my balcony as he was watching me. The partier's went in, all but Tim. He looked up at me and said "bye." I said "Do you want to see something before you go in?"

"Sure" Tim said. I stood close to the rail slowly, I lifted my shirt. Knowing my nipple were rock hard. I jiggled them a little. He looked up licking his lips. I asked him "Do you like?" With a big smile he replied, "Yes."

"Why" I demanded. Tim said, "Because I like big tits." As I lowered my shirt I said, " You know where my door is ." Tim didn't waste any time, he had my door open and shut before I knew it. 

I gave Tim a beer and I lit a smoke. I told him I write adult stories and asked if he'd like to read one. He agreed. He sat there not making a sound, but making different facial expressions as he read. Tim looked at me and repeated 3 times, "This fucking shit ain't right!" I wasn't sure how to take that. He asked "You really think that way?"

"Yes, your just to young."

"No" he said, "I'm fucking there," as he rubbed on his cock.

I asked Tim if he was curious. He said yes. I had Tim slide over on the couch. I shut off the lights and went to my knees. I knew I'd blow his mind. I took out his dick, stroking his full erection. Hell, when I was 19 guys didn't have dicks this big. I licked and sucked on his balls a little, licking his cock teasing him. Making him wait; not taking his dick my mouth yet. Kissing the head like an all day sucker. Sucking sideways on his dick just below the head, up and down I worked it.

His head fell back on the couch, Tim started pushing on my head. Stopping him, I said to him, " Either I do the work or I don't do it." He removed his hand, just running his fingers through my hair. Tim started working his hips to meet my licking and sucking mouth. I took the head of his dick between my lips; wrapping them tightly sucking only just the head, then completely engulfing his cock. 

There aren't words for the sounds that escaped from his lips. Using my hand fast then slow, tight around the base I stroked him. My lips focused on the head of his cock. Bouncing fast sucking the head, my whole body bounced up and down hard and fast. I gradually took more of Tim's dick, a little at a time, but not all of it not yet. 

I looked up at Tim with his cock still in my mouth as he said "I want too cum in your mouth so fucking bad!" My lips tightened around his cock as I began sucking harder on the head. I went down on him all the way hard and fast, releasing my hand from the base. The minute I took my hand away Tim let loose. I then began sucking Tim's dick faster and harder as he filled my mouth and throat with his hot and creamy cum. Swallowing, I sucked every drop, licking making sure there wasn't any left.

I stood and walked outside on the balcony; he followed me out and looked at me and said, "You sucked the life right out of me."

"Imagine if you'd been tied in that chair."



He Wanted To See More Of Me



This is the attachment to an email from a German student I met during a vacation at a nude resort in the south of France. She was at least thirty years younger than me. How we met and how we ended up in the same bed three or four times is a long story that may be told later. One time, she surprised me by whispering that something about me reminded her of her father, sometimes the things I said.

She admitted that my uncircumcised cock was like his, but she had only seen his when she was about that high. 

During the vacation, she had more than just seen the other kind, despite not seeming like the kind of girl who would have. Maybe, however, I was projecting a too fatherly attitude on her. One night I dreamt about my wife when we first met, but somehow recognized that she was the daughter we didn't have. My wife and I divorced a few years ago without a corespondent. 

Anna and I exchanged emails after I returned to the States, nice ones, maybe even veiled affection, but perhaps all young girls sign their emails with "love." I don't want to think so. I hope that is enough to make sense of any references to her vacation. 

A last word: she wanted it to be to be more about anticipation, but anticipation is ninety percent of pleasure. She didn't have to tell me what it was like; we had done it all.

** *

I met my father a few days after returning from a vacation in France, which he had generously paid for. I hoped he and my girlfriend's parents did not know that it was a nudest resort, My parents have been divorced for a few years, the reason I didn't meet him immediately, but he suggested that I visit him sometime, with the expression that "we should see more of each other." 

During my vacation, I had met a nice American his age who reminded me a little of him and told him so. A day or two later, I was talking with him and his companion for the trip. A remark of hers turned the conversation to fathers and daughters. Enough background.

Last weekend, I visited my father, taking the first train I could late Friday afternoon. I had been in his flat before, but never overnight, and knew I would have to sleep on the sofa. He met me at the train station, and we embrace as we always did, but this time I held him closer, like I had when saying goodbye to the American. He seemed a little surprised, but then also clasped me closer, our hips pressed together. I was then also a little surprised, but liked it when he murmured "nice," as we separated. 

In his flat, he immediately showed me that he had put out bedding for me, next to the sofa, and asked what I wanted to do, if I wanted something to drink. I said the first thing that came to mind, that I wanted a shower and then a beer. "Me too, the beer," he agree and went towards the kitchen. 

As I opened my overnight bag, I realized that I hadn't brought a bathrobe. I guess I could have kept my clothes on, but called after him: 

"I don't have a bathrobe."

"I won't look." 

I took that as an invitation to get undressed in the living room, going to the bathroom just in my panties and bra. I suppose that I should have thought to take clean ones with me, but I didn't. When I was in the shower, he called: 

"Oh, I have to bring you a towel. Thought of the bedding, but not that."

When he brought, I surprised myself by saying that he could stay so that we could talk. 

"If you want," he replied and asked me how my vacation had been.

I told him, of course, that it had been very good, thanking him again, of course.

"What did you do, besides swim and sun? Still have a nice tan."

"Lots of that, swim and sun."

"And when the sun set?"

"Bar and dinner, then sometimes the bar again."

"With whom? Other Germans?"

"Mostly Americans, a group from the States."

"Could practice your English."

"Yes."

"And then?"

"You shouldn't ask, Papa."

"Hmmpf! Met someone?"

"I'm not a little girl anymore. Yes. A woman from the group spoke German and introduced us to two men in the group. The rest of them were couples."

"Hope they were nice."

"Nice enough."

"What's that mean?"

"If you have to know, we did sleep with them."

"Maybe shouldn't have asked."

"That's all right; you probably already thought that we did."

"Hmmpf! Yes, but still shouldn't have asked.

I peeked past the shower curtain and saw him sitting on the toilet. I rinsed the soap off myself and said: 

"You can hand me my towel."

I recognized that he got up to do so, handing it to me past the curtain, then murmuring: 

"I'd better leave." 

Then I really surprised myself and admitted something I had planned not to: 

"You don't have to; all the men on the beach saw me."

"Like that?! Like this?! With nothing on?!

"Sorry, Papa, yes."

"It was one of those resorts, everyone nude?!

I had already admitted that it was, so why shouldn't he also see me? Yes, I wanted him to. 

"Yes, so you may just as well also see me."

"Shit! Sorry!" 

I had already pulled back the curtain. Oh, I was too embarrassed to look at him, drying my face, but he could see the rest of me, not my erect nipples behind one end of the towel, but all the rest. 

"Oh, you shave!" he murmured, obviously looking at me, but letting me know that he was still there. I murmured that most girls do, and lowered my towel, seeing that he was standing in the doorway. His eyes glanced up at my face and then at my breasts. Yes, despite still feeling embarrassed, I was enjoying it, especially when he blurted: 

"God, you're lovely!"

I lowered my hands, letting him see all of me. Is that what I had wanted, what the nice American had emailed about his wanting the weekend to be like I hoped? Whatever I had hoped, I sure hadn't expected to start like this. My father muttered: 

"If all the men on the beach saw you ..."

He smiled wryly, apologetically for continuing to look at me. I liked it, feeling a little like a nude sculpture or one in a painting, just standing there to have a man enjoy looking at me. My father was, remarking softly: 

"You have a lovely tan."

I glanced down and replied: 

You should have seen it a couple of weeks ago; my nipples hardly stood out."

They did then, but I had meant their colour. We both snorted, smiling at each other, and I explained: "Not like that, the rest was almost as dark." 

That wasn't really true, but I enjoyed that we could share reference to them; he had chuckled with a little nod and smile. I sure had not anticipated that this was the way our weekend was going to start and was more than a little surprised at myself. He was still looking at me. I said: 

"You weren't going to look."

"Hmmpf! You made me, sort of, and did not seem to mind, wanted me to."

"I guess I did," I replied, adding: "Had to show someone my tan."

"No boyfriend?"

"Not for that."

I began to dry myself, liking that he still stood there watching me. I didn't hurry, trying to do it as unselfconsciously as possible. After a moment or two, he remarked softly: 

"But you just jumped into bed with one of those young men."

"That was different; we knew it was just for the two weeks. Here it would be open-ended. You know, emotional, supposed to survive arguments. For two weeks, differences of opinion could be avoided."

He nodded with brief smile. He had watched me dry my muschi and everything else. As I was hanging up the towel, he asked: 

"And the woman who spoke German?"

"She was with an older man, only older than her, about your age."

He had a wry smile when I turned back to him. I picked my bra and panties up off the floor and stood up again and stepped towards him. He stepped out of the doorway and asked: 

"You're not going to stay that way, are you?"

I had to grin at the thought that he was apparently thinking that I might be wanting to. I snickered and replied: 

"Only if you want me to."

"Don't ask!" I shouldn't be enjoying seeing my ... you like this."

"Why not, if you like to?"

"You know why. You're the only woman whose been here, ... well, like that."

"Pity."

"Never worked out; sort of gave up after a couple of dates after the divorce. You had better put something on. I'll get our beers."

He went to the kitchen, and I returned to my overnight bag. 

What to wear? Why had I packed the cloth that one of the young men had given me. They had insisted on giving Petra and me each one. I could have thought to wear it to the bathroom. I quickly passed it around my back and crossed the ends in front and tied the corners behind my neck. It covered everything.

Papa returned with our beers, smiling and remarking: 

"I guess that is what girls wear there, when they are not on the beach. Prost."

"Yes. Prost."

We drank with smiles. He chuckled and remarked: 

"When I suggested that you visit me, I was thinking that we should see more of each other, but not quite like that."

"Me neither, 'not quite like that'!" I agreed, and we grinned and had another sip and sat down.

We looked at each other, both smirking, and I remarked: 

"But you did not mind. Maybe I just took being naked a little too for granted after being there."

"It sure looked like it. But no, I did not mind."

"That's good."

We smiled again and had another sip. After a moment he asked: 

"And the 'older' American, he was nice."

"Very; it was nice talking with them both."

"Sitting naked on the beach?"

I snickered with a nod, replying: 

"Of course, also with clothes on in the hotel. Thank you again."

"Hmmpf, my pleasure, even if I didn't know your vacation was going to be like that."

"So it is fair for you to ask."

"Not sure if I should ask more, dare to."

"Then don't, but I will try to answer honestly."

He smiled wryly, and said: 

"Kind of hard to imagine you on the beach with everyone else like that. Well, I don't have to imagine you now, just strange, sitting around as though it were completely normal.

"It felt like that after the first day."

I chuckled and added: 

"For the men, too, if that was what you were wondering about."

"I guess so!"

He raised his glass, smirking at my having understood, and we had another sip. He smiled wry again. I was getting to expect that, liking what he then usually said, recalling that the nice American had often made similar remarks. Papa didn't disappoint me, not that his first question was one the American would have had to make: 

"Do all the women shave? When did you?"

"Not all of them, but a lot, maybe most of them. Me? Before a boy saw it, like most of the girls in my class. Funny, he asked that, too."

"The American my age?"

"Yes."

"Hmmpf! You talked about that?"

"We talked about everything; he was nice, like you."

"Everything? ... Uh? ... Oh?! You didn't sleep with him, too?! No, of course not; he was there with the woman who spoke German." 

I could have shaken my head; he had already suggested the obvious answer, but I was blushing, maybe not enough to show with my tan, and I wanted to tell him; it had been so good. I did shake my head in response to his last remark and then nodded in response to his question, hardly looking at him. He knew me too well - not like the American had! - and asked softly: 

"You did?"

I nodded again, now looking at him. He must have been able to recognize that I was blushing. He snorted with a slight smile and repeated, not as a question: 

"You did. Where was she?"

"We were in their room."

"With her?"

I nodded again, now even more embarrassed, but admitted softly: 

"Yes, she was there."

"And didn't mind?!"

His question was surprised, very surprised, but softly spoken. I nodded again and replied: 

"No. Girls, women do it too."

"With both of them?! You did it with her?! Do it with other girls?!"

"Yes. Lots of girls do; it is so easy, less complicated than with a boyfriend; just girlfriends, not, well, you know. She had said that she did too."

I liked that we were talking about sex, but it was still a little uncomfortable, especially anticipating what he might ask next. He looked at me for a few moments with a funny expression, and then said: 

"If you say so. So he just watched?"

"No, we all did something together. Use your imagination; I don't want to have to explain."

"I guess not. And you slept with a man my age?"

"Still a man," I replied, then adding: "like you are. I liked him better than the younger man."

"Oh! I had forgotten about him. You slept with two men during your vacation."

"I am afraid so, if it bothers you."

"Hmmpf! Things were not like that when I was your age, at least, not where I was."

We both took more than a sip from our glasses. He smiled wryly at me, and I returned his smile. Then he asked: 

"What did he think about it, sleeping with girl who could be his daughter?"

"I guess he did think a little about it that way, said something about wondering what he would think if I were his daughter. Well, no, what he would think about his daughter - he doesn't have one - if she were like me. He likes me enough to exchange emails with me."

"You write him?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can understand that he would like you."

"Not just because we slept together, I don't think."

"I wasn't thinking of that."

He emptied his glass, and I emptied mine. We exchanged slight smiles. He held up his empty glass and said: 

"I think I need another beer after all this. You too?"

I nodded, and he got up. I followed him to the kitchen. As he was opening the bottles, he said: 

"I was going to take you out for dinner, but you can't go like that."

He turned and handed me a bottle, smirking slightly and adding: 

"Anyone - everyone - could see that you don't have anything else on, maybe all right in the south of France but not here."

I nodded, returning his smirk, and we poured. When we looked up again, I grinned and said: 

"I can take it off and put on something else."

"Hmmpf! So I can watch?"

"If you want."

We both grinned and said "prost" and drank. He smiled, but shook his head, replying: 

"Better not; I would. Maybe we can eat here, if some frozen something is all right."

"Fine with me; I'm not spoiled from the university cafeteria." 

While he fixed it and I made a salad, we just exchanged chuckles and smiles. When we sat down to eat, we said "prost" again, raising our half-empty glasses. As we started to eat, he said: 

"I was going to ask you about your vacation, but I did not know it was going to be like that, and then I was going to ask you about your studies. How are your courses?"

"It was more fun talking about the vacation. They are fine. The vacation was good for practicing my English."

"Well, that is something, if you didn't just talk about what you were doing."

"Of course, not, and one doesn't have to talk much about that."

"I guess not."

We smiled and continued eating. I told him something about my courses, and we finished eating and had finished out beers. I thanked him for the meal and complimented his cooking with a chuckle. We cleared the table, and I offered to wash up. 

He could have let me just put the things on the rack to dry. Apparently, he always did, since he had to find a dish towel to dry them. I noticed that he glanced over at me, more than once. When I gave him a smile after one glance, he smirked slightly, nodding acknowledgment that he had been looking at me. I chuckled and murmured: 

"I can still take it off, if you want to look."

"Don't tease me; you know I would."

"Yes," I replied with a grin. 

It occurred to me to really tease him by reaching back as though I were going to untie the knot, but I didn't. Instead, I smirked and said: 

"You can untie it, if you want to."

He grinned and replied: 

"Don't tempt me, not me undressing my daughter to see her naked again."

"She wouldn't mind."

We both looked at each other in silence for a moment. I was again surprised with myself, and I guess we both were more than just a little surprised at how close we had come to agreeing that we both liked the idea of my being naked. He gave me a brief wry smile - another one - and changed the subject: 

"Want another beer? If we had gone to the restaurant, we would have shared a bottle of wine."

I nodded and finished wiping up, while he got two more bottles of beer. As he opened them, I said that I had better go to the bathroom. He nodded and said: "After you."

I left the door open, and, of course, he could hear me going. I didn't flush until I had washed myself. When we passed each other in the living room, we exchanged slight smiles, and then I heard him going, the door still open. I picked up our refilled glasses and met him in the living room. I handed him his, and we raised them in a silent prost and drank, smiling again. After a moment, he asked: 

"Something on TV?"

"Okay; we can't talk all the time."

It was almost time for the earlier of the late news programmes, and we sat down together on the sofa, watching the end of a detective story, and then watched the news, mostly politics in Germany and about the Euro crisis. Then a film started, and we agreed that we could watch that.

It was a harmless story about family in Cornwall with a large country home that someone wanted to buy, and that the bad son wanted to sell, but his sister didn't. I assumed it would be like that, since all the other films based on that author's books had about the same plot.

As the film started, I remarked that we had only watched TV once in France, when a French man and his friend in the group had invited us all to watch the Bastille Day parade in their room, all of us crowding together and drinking champagne.

"All of you naked?" he asked.

"Yes, only after we were in their hotel room, of course."

He glanced over at me with a snort. I explained: 

"After a week like that, it just seemed natural: that's where we were; that's what one did. We had all seen each other that way."

"I guess so; still a little strange if one has not been there."

"But not if one has."

We returned to watching the film, sipping our beers. Was it he or I that moved a little closer, our shoulders touching? I like to think he did, but since I wanted to, maybe it was me, but he didn't mind; better, after a minute or two, he put his arm up on the back of sofa behind me. When in the film, there was near automobile accident, I did move closer to him, against his side, and his arm dropped down protectively on my shoulders. 

I suddenly recalled sitting like that with him as a little girl. Maybe he did too, but I wasn't a little girl any more. When his hand dropped down on my arm, I wanted it to be like a date with a guy I liked. Oh, I knew I was with my father, but I wanted it to be like that with him, a lot more than with a few boys back in school or since then. I wanted it to be a lot more! Was that what the nice American had suggested that I hoped? Like with him?

After a minute or two, my father's fingers were moving slightly on my arm, I did something I never had to do on one of those dates. I reached over and pulled his hand down on my breast. I guess one would say that his hand involuntarily held it, my hand was still on his. 

"We shouldn't be like this," he murmured, but he didn't remove his hand. 

"I want it to be," I murmured in reply, clasping his hand to me, and his fingers tightened around my breast again. 

"We want it to be," I murmured. 

"Too much," he murmured, squeezing my breast. 

"So why not?"

"You know why." 

We were not looking at each other, just staring at the TV. He squeezed my breast again, however.

"That doesn't matter, if we want to," I replied.

His fingers moved on my breast as he snorted questioningly and then murmured: 

"Is this why I invited you here?"

"I like to think so - now. I didn't before, but I do now."




He Wanted To See More Of Me



"You really want to? We shouldn't."

"If you do. I want you to."

"Can't say I don't want to, but we shouldn't.

"We're not going to make babies, the only real reason why we shouldn't."

His fingers rubbed over my very aroused nipple. I had to moan softly. I took my hand off his and put it on his thigh, rubbing. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers in response. I moaned again. I knew that I was all wet. Then he surprised me!

His other hand found mine and drew it up his thigh, up over his full cock, and he murmured: 

"You know I do; I can't help myself. If you want to?"

I squeezed his cock and murmured: 

"Like nothing else."

His cock surged, twitched, my fingers clasping more around it. I suddenly had the silly thought: he must wear boxer shorts, or maybe none at all? Already for this to happen, or did he never wear any?

He wore boxer shorts. In his bedroom, I was already naked with aroused breasts, while he was still struggling to take off his clothes as fast as he could. His aroused cock did look like the nice American's, but like it was, it didn't look much different than that of the circumcised younger man.

We fell into bed with me on top of him. When I kissed him, we forgot about father and daughter. Had I ever been aroused so long in anticipation of having sex with someone? Had he? His cock slipped easily in my so long aroused muschi. I don't want to try to describe how good it was!

We were awakened by the sound of the TV. I turned it and the lights off and returned to him, and we embraced each other and fell asleep again. In the morning, when I started turn around under the covers, he murmured: 

"You want to do that?"

I did, and did, and he did too, as good as I could have hoped. I crawled around again, and we kissed and murmured expression that weren't appropriate between father and daughter. Then we had to go to the bathroom, both smiling wryly in the light. He let me go first, and then I told him that I had seen other men go. He did, snickering as he remarked: 

"Can't see any more of each other."

"No, but more often."

"I didn't mean to suggest anything else." 

We both smiled, and he offered that I could shower first. When I suggested that we could together, he grinned and made an uncritical remark about my experience, and we did. We made and had breakfast in the nude, agreeing that we had both had wanted it to happen, but not admitted it to ourselves until we started talking about it. I think I had subconsciously been thinking about it since my conversation with the nice American and his companion, but didn't say so. We cleaned up, exchanging not only smiles but also caresses. 

Somehow, we managed to get dressed and do something for the rest of the day. In the evening, we had dinner in the restaurant. On the way back his flat, I took his arm, and we chuckled and exchanged smiles, and smirks, when I held his elbow to my breast.

It does not really matter to tell what we did that night, but he was delighted when I said that I wanted to do it to him first, and more than delighted when I did, like I was, when he then did it to me. 

We lay together in bed, again exchanging words appropriate for a couple that wasn't father and daughter. In the morning, I woke up with his cock between my thighs, and we did the obvious, with the fingers of both our hands making it even better for me, but for him too, he said afterwards.

When we had recovered, I chuckled and said: 

"You wondered what the three of us in France could do together. Sort of like that: she and I did, and he did."

Oh, like that! Guess I don't have much imagination."

What did we do after breakfast on Sunday? Something, but we found our way back to his flat early enough before my train to enjoy a very long - I don't like the word - with me sitting on him, doing things that felt very good for us both, until he sat up and sucked my breasts, until we then couldn't help but do everything we could for each other.

I didn't miss my train. We are going to see a lot more of each other.



He Wanted to Talk



{This story is about a real couple I knew. I posted it as not erotic, at least it doesn't seem that way to me. It's more of a tragedy, really.



Terry as a guy to know was pretty nice, normal most of the time but he drank way too much. His wife was a mildly plump lady who kept a perfect house and it appeared from the outside that she loved him.

I had chatted with his wife Jeanie a few times, but that is about it. Terry and I talked all the time, usually about fishing and government idiots that keep getting elected.

But knowing them, there was an undercurrent of something I never really understood. 

For one thing, my friend Terry went from being in what looked like impossibly great shape a few years back to the way he was now, looking ten years older than his closer to 50 years of age.

I wander down to the bar myself regularly, my own wife Debra works in a local medical clinic and I am retired, so slipping off during the day for a snort and someone to chat with is part of my own life.

Terry was nearly always there.

We sat one afternoon in the bar, and he told me part of the story. Why, I don't know. It was like it was all on his mind and he needed to tell someone, I was handy. I somehow sensed that, so I sat and listened.

I did not get all of it, of course, so I had to fill in some of the blanks.

It seems that for some people, there really are things that cannot be taken back.}

+++

I wrote this from my point of view, but it is actually fairly close to the way he told it to me.

+++

Terry and Jeanie had been reasonably happily married for just over 20 long years. Both barely eighteen when they decided to be together, the truth is that that was far too young but still they made it work.

There was that first couple of weeks when Terry was beginning to think he had made a mistake, Jeanie was having some real concerns about sex and orgasms. She seemed to like it but something wasn't quite complete, and she had no idea what it was.

It didn't help one bit that Terry really had no clue about how a woman's body worked so Jeanie became uninterested in sex quite quickly. He could always manage to orgasm easily, and he did not understand why she did not seem to.

Wanting to make things work, he surprised her one evening about six months into their marriage with the suggestion that they go to a therapist. She resisted at first but finally relented. It took some time but Terry found the ad in a local advertiser for Tantra instruction.

That sounded like just what he was looking for.

The therapists were a middle aged couple named Darin and Michelle, and after a few weeks of just talking about Tantra and emotions, then viewing some films which were best described as startling at first, both Terry and Jean relaxed.

That was helpful, Terry now took more time, beginning to understand that she required far more foreplay than he did.

Then next came the session where the couple made love right in front of them! 

That was amazing, neither Terry or Jean even saw anything like that in their lives. Dan spent a long time nuzzling Michelle's trimmed pussy, and Terry found he was really excited at the easy way Michelle allowed them to look at her.

Darin's erection was large, larger than Terry and he had the ability to get it up at will, and keep it there.

At one point he saw that Jeanie was staring, biting her lower lip, her face flushed. Then when Darin lay on his back and Michelle mounted him, Jean even leaned over so she could see everything.

That night at home, Jean was hot as a pistol and she had an orgasm that was something to see. She turned from a modest little housewife into an amazingly eager slut.

That was just plain fun, Terry told me with a grin.

A few days later Terry and Jean made love in front of the therapist couple while they made quiet suggestions, it was her very first time being naked in front of another male than Terry.

He saw the man look carefully as Jean opened her legs wide to allow Terry access, Terry was as firm as he had ever been.

So hot that once again he climaxed far too quickly, Michelle quietly told him to just keep on going. She was right, in short order Terry was again firm and then it lasted far longer.

But all their therapists did was look and make suggestions, after Terry felt mildly ashamed but still excited, that had been very erotic.

Then came something he didn't expect. The man told them that Jeanie needed to lose all of her inhibitions if she were to ever be able to fully enjoy sexuality.

That was wild, Terry sat and watched as the man had Jeanie explore and touch his naked body, which she did with a disconcerting eagerness. Darin was completely nude, fully erect as Jeanie's hands explored him. She did have her panties on during that, but that was all.

Terry expected that Darin would touch her back but he didn't, instead he just allowed Jeanie to fondle him. As that went on, Terry and Michelle sat on a couch and watched, both of them fully dressed.

Then it was Terry's turn, he touched and petted Michelle as Jean and Darin watched. Darin was still naked and offering suggestions, encouragement.

How he could just sit there and keep his 8" long cock hard as a rock the entire time was beyond Terry, but he did.

Jean now sat in a close by arm chair, still wearing just her panties, her hands folded in her lap. Terry saw Jean's fingers as she touched herself briefly but then stopped, then let them drift downwards again. 

Her mouth was hanging open, she was breathing heavily.

Then Darin stood up, his large cock swinging gently and he went over and sat on the arm of Jean's chair, facing her. 

Her hand came up and touched his erection again.

"See how nice Michelle's body feels, so different? You can touch her, feel her both inside and out." Darin said, like all of this was perfectly normal. Terry saw that now Jeanie was turned towards him, both hands busy. 

So Terry slid his index finger inside Michelle, feeling her inner ridges with the flat of his finger.

Michelle's eyelids fluttered when he did that. He had an overpowering urge to lean down and taste, lick her, but barely managed to control that.

When he glanced over again, Jeanie was still fondling the man's penis, with no sign of shame or anything. Darin sat there on the arm of her chair facing her, his legs open, his nakedness exposed as Jean explored his loins.

Terry did worry that next the therapists might suggest actual intercourse, but they didn't, much to his relief. He did not want Darin fucking his wife with that oversize piece of equipment he had.

The sessions were just erotic, and while they both we allowed to touch and experiment with their therapist's bodies, neither one of them did anything in return except make suggestions.

That was all amazing to Terry, this couple were completely uninhibited about nudity, sexuality.

Their goal really did appear to be teaching?

It sure worked, too. Jean was pregnant with Todd just a few weeks later. 

That ended the sessions.

About a year or so later Terry looked for their ad, just curious. He couldn't find it. Then he dug around in a drawer to find their phone number, when he called it was disconnected.

That was strange, and he never saw either one of them again.

+++

Now with both of them barely into their early 40's, the two kids grown and gone, one into the Army and the daughter in nursing school, life became suddenly calm.

Todd grew tall, taller than Terry by nearly 4 inches, little Jeanie was the spitting image of her Mother except for being much heavier in the chest.

Before it was normally calm with periods of mayhem. Young Todd got into a fight, little Jeanie was dating some guy with spike hair and ..horrors!...TATTOOS! 

No end to minor upsets.

Hell, it seemed that little Jeanie was playing with dolls on Monday, by Wednesday she was a bratty teenager spouting out that they "couldn't tell her what to do!" and on Friday she came out of her bed room for a date wearing....??

My GOD, she had breasts! With far too much of them showing!

"You are NOT leaving this house dressed like THAT!" Terry intercepted her more than once.

"Oh, Daddy. Don't be such a prude." She would retort.

While spike hair guy was standing in the doorway with a shit eating grin on his face.

Then he overheard her Mother lecturing her about condoms, much to Terry's chagrin.

Condoms?

Spike hair guy faded by the wayside rather quickly, which may have saved his life since Terry sneaked a look in his daughter's purse one evening and found some of the packet of condoms missing. 

"She is old enough to make her own decisions." Jeanie told him when he complained to her about that.

That was a reaction he didn't expect.

The replacement boyfriend had normal hair and a bright red Mustang, not a hell of a lot better.

Todd was falling off his bike one day, running in the winning touchdown in the big game in what seemed just days later, and now was getting shot at in some silly other country "protecting" the people that appeared to be the very same ones shooting at him? 

Not one hell of a lot better there either.

In between were bills, work, a party once in a long while, trips to the beach and the mountains.

Far too soon the kids were gone, off on their own.

+++

Terry woke up one morning and got a look at himself in the mirror with nothing on but a pair of briefs. The guy looking back had a receding hairline, a belly that was on the round side, and he appeared to be soft and flabby.

He reached down and folded the waistband of his briefs back up, let out his breath. The waistband instantly folded downwards again.

He sighed and went into the bathroom.

Jean had long since abandoned their bedroom for the spare one, something about him snoring so loudly it was impossible for her to sleep.

After taking a long shower, Terry stepped on the scales. the dial swung right up to 240 pounds without hesitation, he moved his feet around to try and make it read a bit lighter but it stubbornly stayed right on 240.

"What are you doing, honey?" Terry asked from the hallway.

"Just getting up and around." he sighed.

"I will have breakfast ready in a bit, let me wash up too." She slid by him, naked except for a pair of white cotton panties. She didn't really even look at him even though he was naked himself.

The way she used to always look him up and down when he was like that slid into his mind.

Terry glanced down at her fanny, it had also been collecting size for many long years.

"What?" She asked, catching his expression.

"Nothing, I was just...you look nice this morning." He lied.

"Thank you honey." She said, shutting the door.

Jeanie had left for school just a few weeks earlier, now the house seemed to be empty. He almost missed having to stand there and wait for his turn in the bathroom.

Terry was thinking that maybe he was in the mood, he tried to remember the last time he and Jean had sex but he almost couldn't place it. He was thinking it was the night after the party at some friends several months back, Jean had been drinking some kind of thing with fruit in it and she got herself well into being tipsy.

"Shhh!" He had told her as she was giggling and teasing after they got home. She was making so much racket that sure as hell she would wake up their daughter.

"Nobody here." Jean had slurred.

Finally they got it done that night even though the drinks kept him from getting much more than half hard. Terry knew he had reached a climax but barely, and he wasn't sure if Jean did.

When she came out of the bathroom rubbing her hair he reached for her, sliding his hand up and over one of her very warm breasts. Her body was still warm, pink from the shower, she always liked the water very hot.

Terry had early on wondered how she managed to stand that but he got used to it.

"Don't!" Jean pushed his hands away.

"Why not?" He asked her.

"I just got clean." She said, then into the bedroom she went to get dressed.

"What am I supposed to do, wait until you get dirty?" He asked her.

"Oh, you. It's morning." she said over her shoulder.

Terry sighed, went into his own room and tugged on some clothes. He turned on his computer, there was a spam email from one of those health websites. He read all the tips about losing weight and how extra sleep helped, things to eat and not to eat.

The longest list by far was the what not to eat one, and everything on that list was a part of his regular diet. He sighed, closing the screen, but not before bookmarking the website.

The next week he stopped by a local gym. A tall well built man perhaps a half dozen years younger greeted him.

He introduced himself as Martin, explained all that the gym had to offer.

"So what would you like to see as some results?" Martin asked him.

"I would like to get my body back in as close to the shape it was 20 years ago, and I was hoping that maybe there would be some...you know, improvement, with..the wife and I...?" Terry's voice trailed off as he realized what he was about to say.

Martin knew, he just grinned.

"Trust me, working the muscles of the body gets the love muscle working again, too!" He laughed.

That evening after dinner Terry mentioned to Jean that he was going to hit the gym a couple of evenings each week. 

"That's good, honey." She answered, not looking up from the romance novel she was reading on her little hand held screen. 

She winced when he suggested she join him so he let that slide.

Terry sighed, but his mind was made up so every Monday night and every Thursday night he went down to the gym. 

The first week was terrible, every single part of his body was on fire with pain. But Terry stubbornly refused to stop, he was a little bit that way anyway, once he started something he usually saw it through to the end.

He even bought a bike and rode it on the days it wasn't raining. It was less than two miles but the first few trips he barely made it down there.

He pushed it part of the way back, stopping every 20-30 feet, gasping for breath. Both of his legs were on fire, the muscles in his ass were protesting with every single step.

But by the end of the third week he had no troubles at all, he even began to ride it when it was raining.

Ten pounds came off nearly instantly, each pound after that was a hard fought success. He soon found himself unable to get down all the food on his plate, pushing it away half eaten. 

Some of the usual things like the mountains of noodles and cheese Jean made he just would not eat at all, even though he loved the stuff.

"Is something wrong with that?" Jean asked him a couple of times, worried that it didn't taste good.

"It's fine, I just can't eat any more." He told her. She got the hint and reduced the portions, using a trick he had read and then explained to her, about smaller plates.

She even cut back herself and mentioned a few weeks later that she had lost almost five pounds.

She did seem tickled at that, and he caught her a couple of times looking at herself in the mirror.

The slacks she normally wore did look a bit loose on her.

A few times during that period he got her cornered and she relented, he did his best to please her but could tell she was sometimes pretending.

+++

He was standing on the scales a few months after beginning his new regimen, watching the needle swing up to 216 pounds when Jean came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

It had been quite awhile since she did that.

That ended up in one of the best sessions of sex he could remember, and after the first climax he stayed as hard as he was when he began.

It appeared that Martin had been quite correct about that part.

Jean was surprised at that herself, it had been ages since Terry was up for twice in one night. That was fun and not as much of a chore as she normally felt it was. Terry felt bigger and harder, and she even reached her own peak once, plus very nearly a second time.

But still, she refused to join him at the gym, claiming she got all of the exercise she needed packing around laundry and doing the housework.

A few times she did come down and watch though, Terry was looking better plus she liked seeing some of the big men lift monstrous things, dripping sweat. 

One evening Jean glanced over at her husband dressed in shorts and a tank top, it struck her that he was starting to look just like the other men in the club. She felt a flush cross her upper body and if he had headed her way right at that instant she was not sure what she would have done.

At home he showered and went to bed, she was thinking that he might be in the mood but he was sound asleep when she came in. He only very seldom snored now, so she slipped into bed with him and lay there for a long time.

The next morning she woke up with his head between her legs, she had a violent orgasm at that and then he gave her another one when he mounted her. She was very happy about that.

From then on she slept in his bed instead of her own again.

Even following that one wonderful bedroom session, things didn't change much except Terry kept losing weight and building muscle. At the end of six solid months of twice weekly workouts he finally was under 200 pounds.

They went out to celebrate, had a nice dinner and even some dancing. Then one young woman came over to their table and asked him if he would like to dance, now that was a surprise. Terry got up and danced with her, it was just the one song and he held her carefully.

It really was nothing, modern females were more forward in today's world and he knew that of course. Girls always sat and waited to be asked when he was a young man and dating, things had changed.

He did notice the rather odd look on Jean's face when he got back to the table, but she didn't say anything. The expression was almost like she was proud of him?

+++

One evening he was using a machine to improve his leg muscles when Martin walked up to him. Terry looked up and stared, he had a young woman in tow.

There were a few attractive women that hung around the gym, but Terry never paid much attention to them. Of course they were fun to look at, but the thought of doing anything with any of them never even crossed his mind.

There was no such thing as not paying attention to this woman! 

She wore a light colored leotard that fit every single curve of her body, her hair was dark and fell in curls, her lips were overly full and pouty appearing. Her skin was a light chocolate brown everywhere that he could see.

She looked like she had stepped out of the pages of one of those sports magazines he now read most of the time.

Terry gulped, managing to keep a straight face.

"This is Patra, she is joining our staff. She just moved here from Hawaii. We go way back." Martin grinned at Terry's rather obvious reaction.

Terry shook her hand, it was soft yet firm. She smiled and he found he nearly could not speak.

"Patra is going to take over some of the classes and sessions, help out around here." Martin told him.

So Patra was now Terry's trainer in the classes, and by the next week she took over as his personal trainer. He half expected Martin to be upset at that but he wasn't, instead he just grinned.

He did notice that Martin now ran the woman's classes and Patra handled the males. He understood that, Martin appeared to have a way with the somewhat chubby types that kept them eagerly showing up for workouts. Martin always wore tight shorts and a light tank top, he got a lot of close looks from the housewives he taught.

Even the male classes increased by a few older men. They seemed to be enjoying themselves also, it was difficult not to with Patra in her legless leotard and very obviously naked beneath it. The two thin straps over her shoulders left her arms bare, everything seemed nearly painted on her. Her large nipples made very obvious bumps in the thin material, she never showed any concern about it.




He Wanted to Talk



Terry was enjoying her also, he now was really looking forward to the twice weekly couple of hours at the gym. Patra always wore that thin leotard, nothing really showed except those two bumps. With her long flowing dark hair and perfect features, plus the well rounded muscular body, she was simply a delight to be around.

Her body reminded Terry of the way his wife Jean had looked when she came to his bed that first night after they married. 

He often remembered that night, she had posed shyly in the doorway to the bathroom, the light behind framing her young body.

The sight had taken his breath away, at that moment she was the most beautiful thing on the planet. Her face was flushed a reddish color, Jean had always had a basic modesty about her body, so coming out naked like that had taken a serious effort on her part.

Unlike Terry, Jean had been a virgin that night and he had actually expected as much the way she acted on their dates. That was one of those memorable events, he had taken great care to be cautious with her. By the time he had completed the act she had lost her sense of modesty with him.

He remembered very well how she had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. She was in there so long that he was drifting off to sleep, the covers pulled up snugly over him.

Then suddenly he was startled awake with her on top of him.

Naked.

"Can you do it again? Something almost happened and maybe if you can it will." She had asked. The way she said that was hilarious, he roared with laughter and they both went into a long and happy giggling session.

Terry most certainly could do it again. But the something, whatever it was, did not quite happen.

Some females require far more attention than others, of that Terry had no clue at this stage of his life.

+++

"Are you OK?" Patra's voice brought him back to the here and now, Terry realized he had developed a huge erection and Patra was looking at the bulge with an amused expression.

Realizing that Patra obviously thought his reaction was because of her, he quickly sat up.

"Sorry." He told her.

"Don't be, it's compliment!" She smiled at him and walked away, a twitch in her fanny as she did.

One evening not long after, Terry was working on the weight bench with Martin spotting for him. He did the reps easily, by now he was a solid 185 pounds and becoming rather heavy in the chest, shoulders and arms. Even his legs were beginning to bulge with muscle, the blood vessels expanded after each serious workout.

"Hey bud, I have a curious question?" Martin told him as he sat up.

"Sure, what?" Terry took a drink of water.

"You know Patra? She and I used to have lots of fun when we trained together in Hawaii. We were members of a small group, and we shared a lot of...things."

"Things? What do you mean?" Terry wasn't getting it.

"You know..sex? We had some parties and swapped with each other, things like that."

"Really?" That was a surprise, Terry had seen no real sign of anything like that up until now.

"Yea. Anyway, what I mean is, Patra thinks you are cute and she suggested I ask you, maybe you and your wife might be interested in having some fun?"

"Me and Jean? I doubt very much that she would be interested, she isn't that up for sex anyway and...."

"That's why we do it, it's exciting and really gets things going. Patra and I are living together again now, and we just thought? But that's OK. Just asking. If your wife isn't up for it, you can give Patra a roll now and then. I am sure she would like that." Martin wandered off, leaving Terry sitting there.

He couldn't believe that. Swingers? There had never been even the slightest sign of it. Martin had chatted with Jean a few times when she came down to watch the workouts, but Terry had never really paid any attention since he chatted with everyone, trying to get them to join the gym.

Was Martin interested in Jean? He glanced over at Patra who was across the room working with an older man. She saw him looking her way and smiled.

Wow! Patra most certainly was beautiful, it was tempting. He had wondered what she looked like without the leotard quite a few times, but always quickly put that thought out of his head.

He had always been completely faithful to his wife, even though for years things hadn't really been completely to his liking.

He knew that Jeanie had lost some of her interest in sex, maybe it was just that they both were getting older so he understood it.

Still. Patra? Interested in him? Swinging?

Really? Wow! He felt a bit of masculine pride at that.

The truth was that he would probably love to, but there was...Jeanie? She wouldn't, and he was reasonably sure he could not stand the idea of some guy with her, especially someone as good looking as Martin. He felt his face flush with jealousy, realizing that Martin must be interested in his wife.

Anyway, she had done nothing, and he was not about to.

So, he just could not, it wouldn't be right. But try as he might, the idea was in his head and would not go away.

++

That evening he mentioned it to Jean. It was just on his mind, Martin had acted like something like that would be perfectly normal, Terry had found that rather odd, yet interesting. He said that Patra found him...cute?

"Has Martin ever said anything to you? You know, out of line?" He asked her.

"No, of course not, why?"

"Well, I was just wondering, he told me that he and Patra are....swingers."

"Swingers? Our trainers are swingers? You mean they have sex with other people?" Jean sounded shocked.

"It was sure a surprise to me, too. Martin and Patra are both very good looking, I never would have thought they would be into anything like that."

"It's a surprise to me too, I never would have thought?" She repeated what he had just said.

"That's what he told me, he even asked me if you and I would be interested." Terry glanced at her to gauge her reaction.

Jean blinked a couple of times, then looked at him oddly. It flashed into his mind that her expression was exactly like the time that young woman had asked him to dance months before.

Except this time he thought perhaps she actually felt pleased that a young man might find her attractive.

"Well, is that what you want to do? Have us be swingers?" She asked.

"No, of course not, I was just telling you what he said."

"I don't think I could ever do that, you are the only man that has ever touched me or even seen me naked except for the Doctor. And that time when we..." 

She got a faraway look in her eyes. Then she flushed for some reason.

Terry thought he knew exactly what she was thinking, that time they actually did that in front of another couple. But those were therapists, that was for learning, healing, so it was...different.

"I don't know. I mean, sure, Patra is really attractive but I have you, even though our sex life has faded." 

"But that is just from getting older." Terry added quickly, seeing her glance at him.

"I never dreamed you would even think of something like that." Jean looked right at him.

"I'm not, really. It's just that...I don't know, we used to have so much fun and now? Anyway, it's not me, Martin brought it up so I guess he is interested in you."

"Yea, sure. I am fat and forty. No man like that would even want me." She sniffed. Her hand came up and brushed an imaginary strand of hair back from her face, which had turned a pink color.

"Oh, bullshit! Martin has seen you several times now, and you are really pretty, and what are you now? Down to 125 pounds?" He asked.

"122 pounds, and I have been doing sit ups and dancing to videos on TV. Trying to keep up with my honey!" She grinned.

"So why aren't you very interested in...sex?" Terry asked her.

"I like sex with you just fine honey, but I am in my forties. You know what that means, don't you?"

"No, I don't. What does being older have to do with....OH!" 

She was in the change of life, of course. He realized that instantly when he saw her eyes get damp. She had never mentioned it and it was something that he never thought of either. She had never had any wild mood swings, but he had seen her sitting quietly in her chair for long periods.

He realized Jean was feeling badly about that. Women and hormones, that can cause a lot of problems.

"Honey." He told her softly, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet.

He took her in his arms, that led very quickly to another of those rare but wonderful sessions in bed.

Terry really had not been paying much attention, even with everything going on sex was a perhaps twice or three times a month thing and of course he saw Jean every single day. She really had lost weight and snugged up, her belly was still soft with a couple of tiny rolls but underneath she was nice and firm.

He was delighting in nuzzling her body, feeling her pressed full length against him.

"So what do you think, honey? Do you really want to try something like that out?" She asked.

He understood right then that she was still thinking about it.

"I never really even considered it. I mean, Patra is attractive and all, so I guess I have to admit that I find her interesting." Terry felt himself begin to harden at the idea.

Jean picked right up on that since he was pressed up against her at the time.

"You do, don't you? I thought so. But a man like Martin, he isn't going to be interested in someone like me."

"Oh, hell, I bet Martin would fuck you in a New York Minute if he got the chance!" Terry laughed. Jean's hand was now quite busy pumping Terry's erection, it wasn't very long and he had her down on her back again.

"It sure would be a change of pace!" He mumbled to her. She didn't answer, but she did act more enthusiastic than normal.

This time he knew damn good and well she had an orgasm, the way she was digging at his back made him glad she kept her nails trimmed.

Just the idea of doing something naughty, something crazy like that had set them both off.

It was in his mind when he finally went to sleep that night. He knew that sometimes people did do things like that, but the idea of someone with his wife just was not in the cards at all.

Besides, he was also sure that no way in hell would she ever do it anyway.

+++

The next week Jean went with him to the gym. She went into the office and was talking to Martin, this time Terry found himself paying attention, wondering what they were saying.

When she signed the contract forms he realized she was joining the gym also.

That was different, she had been down to watch but never joined in before even though as a spouse she got to use the facilities for half price.

+++ 

She started out pretty light, running on one of the treadmills until she was soaked in sweat, then she rested a few minutes and worked light weights until her arms burned.

He laughed when on the way home she griped about how sore she was.

"It gets better, you will see." He told her.

Thursday she went with him again, even though she still complained about being sore everywhere. This time she had on a form fitting leotard similar to the one Patra wore. Even though her body was far less muscular, the other guys in the gym took notice.

After their workouts, Patra came over and rubbed out Terry's shoulders, Jean sat and watched that.

"Your hubby is turning into quite a hunk, honey." Patra told her. Jean just smiled and nodded. Martin came by, bringing Jean a glass of water, they sat and talked about some different options because Jean wanted to work on her tummy and behind.

Martin had her stand up and turn sideways, he put his hand on her stomach and the other on the middle of her upper back, encouraging her into a better posture. Jean cast Terry a sidelong glance but he didn't react, after all, Martin was a trainer. Then Martin told her he would design a series of exercises that would help with the softer spots.

Over the next month, Martin coached Jean regularly, she lost another few pounds, down to 118. She was now within just three pounds of what she was the day they married.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, it all appeared to be just exercises and workouts, discussion about diet and things like that. All of the sessions were out in the open on the other side of the room.

Terry had nearly forgotten the comment that Martin made about swinging. Stuff like that was none of his business.

Then after one heavy workout Patra took Terry into the back section, had him get on the table wearing just his shorts and she gave him a nice full body rubdown. He had done that a few times with Martin when there were extra pains, it wasn't unusual at all. 

He found he couldn't help himself, the combination of her slippery hands and the warm oil got him going. He was intensely aware of getting an erection, after all, Patra was one good looking female.

"Looks like you really are well built!" Patra giggled at one point.

Terry apologized, she laughed and reached down, giving him a nice squeeze through his shorts. That caused him to jump in surprise, she just grinned.

"You guys should come over Saturday, we are having a little party. If you guys do come it will be just three couples, we can have some fun!" She said.

Terry nodded his head, the state he was in made it impossible for him to say anything. Patra smiled and left the room.

+++

Terry was now thinking of the possibilities, but he had no idea at all how to approach the subject with Jean. Talking about it was one thing, considering actually doing anything was quite another. 

But it turned out he didn't have to.

"Martin invited us over to his place for a party Saturday night. I told him I knew about them, and we weren't swingers but he said we didn't have to do anything if we didn't want to." Jean told him over dinner.

"Yes, Patra mentioned that while I was getting the massage." He said.

"I will just bet she did." Jean grinned at him.

"She didn't do anything if that is what you are thinking." Terry felt a little bit defensive, and saw no reason to mention that last part she did.

"So what do you think?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, I guess maybe if we were just there? We could see what it was like, and we wouldn't have to actually do anything ourselves. It couldn't be much different than that time when we were seeing the therapists."

"Do you want to go, then?"

"I guess we could, if you want to." Terry was still unsure. The idea of doing something like that, watching other people actually have sex was exciting, but he wasn't sure it was something he really wanted to get involved in.

"Maybe, let's wait and see. We only saw something like that once before so we could just...you know...be there? And if we feel uncomfortable, we can just leave?" He added.

"God. Do you think they actually would? I mean, have sex? Right in front of us?" Jean tittered at the thought.

"Yea, I kind of think they might just actually do that." Terry told her.

+++

"So are we going to go, then?" Jean asked Terry as soon as he got home Friday from work.

"I guess so. What do you plan on wearing?"

"I figured just something normal like slacks and a blouse? I mean, we are just going to watch a little bit, right? We don't want to give them the wrong idea." Jean looked at Terry with a curious expression.

"OK. Maybe just for a little while."

Terry felt nervous all the next day. He decided that perhaps they had better not go, then he thought why not? When he came in from giving the lawn a quick mowing he found Jean looking at her different outfits.

"How is this?" She asked, holding up a modest pale blue blouse and a tan pair of slacks.

"Fine." He answered. It looked like they were going to go after all.

"How long are we going to stay?" Jean asked.

"I guess until we feel uncomfortable. Play it by ear and see what happens?" He answered.

+++

"Do you think they are really going to do it? Right in front of us?" Jean asked on the drive over to Martin's place.

"Maybe, I guess so. I don't know." He answered.

"It does sound like it might be exciting, doesn't it? We only saw that just the one time." She said.

"Yea, just once." Terry wasn't really telling all the truth about that, there had been a couple of incidents in college but those were really nothing but crazy kids drunk and experimenting.

"Hi, guys!" Martin smiled when he answered the door. Patra came out seconds later, grinning. She had on a halter top and a pair of extremely tiny shorts, a tray of snacks in her hands.

Terry looked around, there was no one else there.

"Connie and Dave couldn't make it tonight, something came up so it's just the four of us." Martin grinned. He leaned in and gave Jean a quick kiss on the cheek.

Once settled in, Darin brought out a bottle of wine and they all sat around and talked, mostly about different exercise regimens.

It all seemed perfectly innocent, not anything like what they expected. Terry began to relax, Patra came out with a second bottle of wine later.

She sat on the couch across from them, her long legs curled underneath herself.

It was turning out to be just a nice quiet evening with friends.

Jean happened to mention that some of the workouts really made her sore, Martin told her he had noticed that at the gym.

"Hey, we keep a massage table here at home so we can work on each other, how about Patra and I give you a nice rubdown?" He grinned at Jean.

Jean glanced at Terry, he just shrugged.

"You don't have to undress or anything, we can just work through your clothing." Patra added.

"What do you think, Terry?" Jean asked him.

"Fine by me, it's up to you, honey." That sounded harmless enough, after all, they both got short rubdowns at the gym. Both Martin and Patra had rubbed their legs and arms, shoulders out quite a bit.

"Well. OK, then." 

Martin went over to a side room and opened the door, Patra stood up also.

"Come on in and you can learn some things too." She smiled to Terry.

The four of them went into the side room, Jean got up on the table and lay face down. Patra started on her legs and Martin began with her shoulders.

Martin was explaining what he was doing and why as Terry watched, Patra was silent. In short order Jean was sighing as the hands slid over her body.

When Martin began to energetically rub her lower back Jean moaned.

"God that feels good." She mumbled. He didn't notice that Patra had stopped and was just watching.

Martin's hands went from her back all the way down and across her buttocks. Even though Jean still had on her blouse and a pair of fairly tight slacks, Terry was mildly surprised that she was allowing this so easily.

Then Martin tugged her blouse loose from her waist band, pulling it up far enough that the strap of her bra appeared.

"I can reach the muscle groups easier this way. I can't use any lotion because it will stain the cloth." Martin said, now working on her bare skin.

"Is this OK with you honey?" Jean asked him, glancing his direction. She hadn't done anything to resist that. Terry knew damn good and well where this was heading but he also didn't know what to say because Jeanie was showing no signs of resistance at all.

"Sure, honey. As long as you are comfortable." He told her. 

Martin had already seen a lot more of Jean at the gym than this, she often dressed in a stretchy sports type bra and shorts during the workouts, sometimes that form fitting leotard.

So he just shrugged.

"Come on, let's go back into the living room. I could use another glass of that wine." Patra smiled at Terry. 

He really didn't want to leave the room right then, Martin was now working on Jean's sides but he turned and followed her.

Jean didn't look up as they stepped out, Martin was standing at her side, both hands sliding up and over her ribcage and across her lower back.




He Wanted to Talk



He was stopping short of the edge of the cloth and Terry figured if he actually did do anything then Jean would just call a halt.

Terry followed Patra out to the living room. She poured two glasses of wine, then sat down beside him on the couch.

"This really is your first time, isn't it?" She asked him.

Terry nodded, unsure of himself. He was still wanting to be in the other room. He didn't think Martin would do anything without permission, but he wasn't sure of that. Deep in his mind he knew very well what was happening.

"Jean and I aren't really...I mean..we never have done anything with other people. We were..I guess just curious, is all? All we wanted to do was...maybe watch?" 

Patra reached over and patted his thigh, then she turned to him and leaned in and kissed him lightly. Her soft breast pressed against his bicep. That was a mild surprise, and Patra really was a beautiful woman. He felt himself beginning to get excited. 

"You can touch me if you like." She whispered, her voice husky. He hesitated for a moment, then thought why not? Martin was touching Jean, and he was reasonably sure he would take some liberties.

He told himself it was just for fun, some touching. That was harmless.

Terry reached out and touched her breast, feeling the shape of it through the cloth of her thin halter top. Patra smiled and stroked his crotch, he now was coming fully erect.

"You sure are a nice big boy! I think you have the edge on Martin." She grinned fumbling with the catch on his slacks. He slid his thumb inside the cup of her halter, touched her nipple. She sighed, then his slacks released. She reached inside and pulled his erection free, and slid her hand over the end of it. He felt himself losing control at that point, it was like this was happening to someone else.

His mind felt like he was in some kind of daze, the wine he knew was some of that. 

He knew where this was obviously going of course but now lust was taking over and the touching felt so nice. 

What Martin and Jean were doing in there was no longer in his mind.

Terry reached out and tripped the catch on her top, it fell off each side, she caught it and set it aside. Then he reached under and cupped both breasts. They were very firm, much smaller than Jean's. Her breasts were the same light Chocolate color as the rest of her body, the nipples were firmed up tightly in excitement. She was nowhere near as large as Jean but her breasts were much firmer.

He was now completely erect, the sensations Patra was creating were making his head swim. Then she leaned over and slid her lips over him, he tipped his head back with a groan.

He watched almost in awe as her nose brushed his pubic hair, no one had ever done that to him before. She used one hand to cradle his testicles, his own hand was busy underneath, fondling her breasts.

The touching and petting, the beginnings of lovemaking became a blur. At that moment he had no thoughts of his wife in the other room.

Somehow he became aware that Patra was naked, and he had no idea of when that had happened. She was working her way up on top of him. 

Then she lifted one leg and straddled him, her swollen lips open to his view for a moment. He reached down and felt her, her pussy was bare and very damp. She moaned as he slid one finger up inside her, lifting up and opening her legs wider to make it easier for him.

Terry could feel the now hard bump of her Clitoris, her hips were working towards his erection but his hand was in the way.

He lost track of time, Patra was still touching and stroking him. He felt her spasm, realized she had a small orgasm just from his touching her.

Patra pushed his hand aside, lifted up, he saw the bulge of her inner lips protruding again for a moment, then she pressed down on him. Her inner folds felt like they were grasping him.

"God! Your cock is so nice, I can barely....." She said with a grunt. She paused, then lifted up and pressed down again very slowly.

Terry looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back.

Then he wondered what Martin and Jean were doing? He became aware of where he was and what he was doing with a start.

This somehow was wrong, all wrong. Terry felt his erection collapse and slide out of her. He pushed her sideways, scooting out from underneath.

"What's the matter?" Patra asked, turning and sitting on the couch beside him.

"This is...I just can't. We just can't!" Terry stood up, tugging up his slacks. He found his shirt, pulled it on.

He looked at Patra, sitting there completely nude with a surprised expression on her face.

"This is a mistake, we aren't like this. I'm sorry, I just can't." He told her.

Patra just shrugged. She looked mildly angry.

Terry turned and headed for the spare room to get Jean and go home.

He pushed the door open and came to a stop.

Jean was on her back on the table. She was naked except for her blouse which was pushed up above her breasts, her hips thrusting upwards as Martin, also naked, pounded into her. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her mouth was open wide.

He thought crazily that he had seen her like that before, but only with himself.

Terry started to open his mouth to yell but Martin's buttocks clenched as he obviously reached his orgasm.

Jean's eyes opened, she turned her head his way.

Her expression changed to one of shock as she realized Terry was standing there fully dressed.

Martin turned his head and looked his way.

"Well, how as she, bud?" He grinned.

"Oops!" He heard Patra say behind him, with a giggle.

"Oh, no." Terry's head swam, he sat down on the floor.

When he came to, his face felt wet. Martin was looking at him concerned, a damp towel in his hand. He realized it had only been seconds, Martin was still nude, squatting down obscenely beside him. 

Patra was also naked, standing in the doorway looking at him. Jean sat on the edge of the massage table clutching her clothing to herself, a frightened expression on her face.

"I don't think you guys are up for this, bud." Darin told him.

"No. We aren't." Terry sat up.

"Hey, I'm sorry, bud." Martin said, standing up and reaching for his own clothing. Patra turned and left the room.

Terry sat there, nothing seemed real to him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jean quickly dressing.

They drove home in total silence. Once inside, Jean went into the bathroom.

Terry was gone when she came back out. She collapsed in sobs.

+++

Terry sat quietly in the dark, listening to the cell phone ring. He had been sitting there by himself every evening for several days.

The phone rang almost constantly now. He knew the calls were all from Jean now, he had answered at first and one had been from Martin.

Terry did not want to talk to Martin at all.

"Hey, bud. I just wanted to say we are sorry, we didn't realize you guys would react like this." He actually sounded like he was trying to be friendly.

"Martin, if you call me "bud" just one more time I will drive over there and stomp you, got it?"

"Hey, bu...uhh...Terry. No reason to act like that. Why don't you just come over and give Patra a roll and we will all be even, OK?" He said.

Terry hung up. He didn't trust himself to say any more and it wasn't really their fault either. He knew there would be a fight if he saw Martin and that would also be wrong.

It was all his own fault, he knew it. He knew very well what Martin and Patra had intended when they went over there. They were planning on having sex.

He also knew very well where things were headed when Martin came up with a rubdown as an excuse to get things started.

But that didn't make any difference at all.

Jean also knew very well what they had in mind.

She didn't say no.

But neither did he.

He also knew when Patra began to make love to him what was next, yet he had actually joined in for awhile.

He knew all of that.

It made no difference at all.

Every time he saw Jean, every time he had tried to talk to her all he could see was the vision of Martin's muscular behind moving up and down on her.

He had waited for Jean to draw the line, say no.

She had waited for him to do that.

Jean had cried, saying she was sorry. She told him that she thought he was doing the same thing, thought that was what he wanted.

The truth was that he had been doing the same thing.

Terry did tell her that she had no reason to be sorry, that it was as much his fault as hers.

"Why, then? Why won't you come home?" She had asked, weeping.

He didn't have an answer for her.

So he sat quietly in his rented room each night, getting his head back together.

Finally his anger at himself, and at his wife subsided.

+++

The phone began to ring again, Terry ignored it, went into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, then picked up his razor and shaved the several day's growth off of his face. He noticed it had some gray in it.

The phone stopped while he was brushing his teeth. Digging in his suitcase, he found his cleanest shirt, put it on.

The phone began to ring again.

Terry sighed, walked over and picked it up.

"I am ready for us to have a long talk." Were the first words out of his mouth.

"OK." Jean's tiny voice responded after a moment of hesitation.

"I am as guilty as you are." He said.

"I know. I am so sorry. Please come and get me, honey."

"I will. I do love you, Jean."

"I love you too, honey." She answered.

Terry started the engine in his car, sat there for a moment thinking. He knew very well what he wanted, he wanted things to be like they were before.

He also knew very well that some things cannot be taken back. The vision in his mind was a torment, he had a feeling that it might never leave him.

But he was every bit as guilty as she was.

Time would tell.

He put the car in gear.

+++

I sat and listened to all of that, I could see how the situation could develop. I also had no idea of what to say to Terry, he sounded far more miserable than the story he just told me would seem to indicate.

Hell, in a situation like that, I have to admit I might not have stopped myself, so perhaps I was not exactly the best choice for him to tell the story to.

"I guess when there is guilt on both sides, then sitting down and talking it all out can help?" I told him lamely, it was the best I could offer.

"I tried that, but then things got worse. A lot worse." Terry looked up at me, he appeared tired.

Then he began again.

+++

There was a couple of years of arguing, nothing was like it had been before. It was not a really pleasant time, but they did make efforts to get along while in public.

Terry never went back to the gym, there was no way he could. He also started to drink, the effects of that obvious.

One short period his son Todd was home for a long visit. Now a solid 6'4", there was something vaguely familiar about him, the way he looked and moved. Todd looked nothing like himself.

A memory that had long been buried deep inside came flooding back. He thought of that man, Darin. The therapist from so long ago, the one that Jeanie had shown an obvious interest about.

His son Todd looked more like him than he did Terry. More memories popped into his head, when could anything like that have happened? It was not abnormal for Jean to go on long shopping trips, often half a day or more. Then of course Terry was at work all day while she stayed home and kept house?

He ordered one of those online DNA tests, even though he was reasonably sure of what the results would be, of course he was his son's father. It took a bit of sneaking but he managed to get the samples.

There was no way to get a sample from his daughter, not at the moment anyway.

There was that burning suspicion about his wife. Her reactions back then had bothered him, her most recent reactions at the situation with Martin and Patra bothered him also.

The years in between had always appeared normal, there was no reason to suspect anything.

The manila envelope arrived weeks later, he opened it and felt his world, already in shambles, collapse completely.

"0.00%" The line read.

"See? I told you it got worse." Terry told me, his eyes damp.

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't really say anything. 

I wish I had.

+++

Debra walked in from work, I gave her a hug and went in to set the table. I had made one of my roasts for dinner, surrounded by Potatoes and Carrots, with some Celery. I used the juices to make a sauce, it was going to be delicious.

"Say, that friend of yours, Terry? Did you read what happened?" She asked.

"No, what?"

"It's terrible, He shot his wife and then committed suicide. They found him in his car over at South Beach, then found her at their house."

I sat down in my chair in shock. I had just spoken to him the day before.

If only I had known what to say, but I didn't.

Some things you just can't take back.