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Opening Lines

By: ishuddacalledbefore



My name is Tim. I have a mechanical engineering degree, and I'm the production manager for a large company that makes heavy logging and milling equipment. I'm also a husband, married for more than a decade to my wife Amy. Her college degree is in marketing, and she works from time to time in advertising sales for a local cable television system. We've got two kids, a 9-year old son and a 7-year old daughter. We live in Northern California in a small, upper-middle class community not too far from any number of major metropolitan areas, but just far enough away to be comfortable and somewhat isolated from the madness of the masses. 

Someone peeking in at our world would see that Amy and I live a rich, full life. By all accounts, we're viewed by our family and friends as a happily married, loving couple, and we're not hesitant to express our affection for one another. I've been told by some that I'm a reasonably nice-looking guy, and Amy is an attractive, natural beauty with a shapely, naturally feminine figure. We don't buy or sell sex, and we don't shave every hair on our bodies, and we don't have tattoos, surgically enhanced bodies or pierced genitals. We've got lots of friends, and we're respected in our jobs and for what we do in our community. We're a typical family, with young kids who are doing well in school, starting music lessons and active in lots of things with their friends. That's normal stuff for kids, and we do normal things, too, like going to parties, and having fights about stupid things, and then making up. Like everyone else, we have dreams and hopes for our future. 

I'm not a trained philosopher or psychologist, but over the years, I've pieced together some theories (albeit uneducated ones) about any number of subjects. To me, one of the most perplexing subjects of all is that of relationships between men and women. Based on my engineering background and some recent experiences I'll tell you about, I've come to believe that relationships are analogous in many ways to a weld between two pieces of metal. The weld joins two pieces of hard, resistant and strong material - - like a woman and a man. If the weld is a weak one, it might break from any kind of a jolt, or even a sudden change of temperature. If it's a strong one, however - - they're called "full penetration welds" - - it can withstand almost anything nature can hurl at it. Even severe stresses, cataclysmic temperature swings and impacts from external sources won't break it - - in fact, a good weld makes the two pieces stronger at their union than they are independently. It follows, then, that a good marriage can be likened to a "full penetration weld" - - and "full penetrations" sure make a marriage better, too. Sorry, I couldn't resist. I'm delighted to say that my marriage is the best weld I've ever seen, or even heard of. 

We're the picture of an ordinary American family, you might say. Nothing about how others see us is deceiving, but like so many other people and things, there's a bit more to our situation than meets the eye. You see, we communicate very well with each other, and it's these open lines of communication that let us express ourselves in our relationship. We know each other, and ourselves, better than any other couple I know, but it wasn't always that way. Here's how we got there.

It was a typical mid-summer evening for northern California - - a hint of cooling from the day's heat, a slight breeze and the ever-present fragrance of the nearby mountain forests. Our children had been safely stowed a couple of blocks away at a neighbor's that Tuesday night, rowdy participants in Amy's sister Wendy's 8-year old son's birthday slumber party. We'd enjoyed a quiet evening, just talking and relaxing. Though we'd been married for quite a while, it didn't take long before we headed upstairs. Amy and I were looking forward to making mad, passionate love without worrying about kids interrupting us. 

As Amy slipped into bed beside me, for some reason (and I really have no idea why I did it), I commented to her that I just couldn't figure out why men and women seem to have such different views about sex. She asked what I meant, and I told her: "Well, there are lots of things that really excite a guy but just don't appeal to a woman for some reason." She said: "Yeah, kinda like the way you always want to know about things I did in bed with other guys before we got married? I've never understood why something like that would interest you." She has such a way of getting right to the point sometimes. 

A bit more amateur theorizing before I continue. Men are often our own worst enemies when it comes to sex, but ladies, we can't really help ourselves. It's biological. At a neighbor's dinner party one night, I overheard a doctor's medical explanation of why. According to this doctor, anatomically speaking, men just don't have enough blood supply to support the proper functioning of both of their heads (the big one atop the shoulders and the smaller, bald one below the belt) at the same time. As the smaller one swells, the effect on the big one is just like alcohol - - it reduces our inhibitions and clouds our judgment. Of course, the accuracy of this explanation was somewhat questionable because the doctor was a woman. But she was married, too, and she had probably seen the same thing happen with her own husband. 

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Amy was lying in bed beside me, wearing a button-up, satin pajama top, but nothing else. So sexy. It never takes me long to get hard when she comes to bed like that, and that night was no exception. Sure enough, my smaller head grew, and the intoxicating effects on the big one began to appear. In my rapidly weakening state, as I reached over to unbutton her top, I answered my wife's question like this: "Actually, I'd really like to know what you did with other guys back in college. It turns me on when I think about you doing wild and crazy things like that." 

I knew right away by the look on her face that I would have been better off just saying nothing and dropping a subject I should have known better than to bring up in the first place. "What do you mean?", she asked suspiciously, stopping my hand from unbuttoning any more.

Having already opened what was obviously a touchy subject with her, I should've also known better than to continue. My better judgment was now impaired, however, and stirring hormones kept me talking. I decided to tell her what I meant. "You remember me telling you about that girl from Arizona State I used to date?"

"What about her?"

"She dated other guys, too."

"So?" 

"Well, that was fine with me . . . no big deal. But one time, I drove down to see her, and I got there the night before I was supposed to arrive. I went by her apartment late that night, just in case she was home. I figured she might've had another date that evening, which was OK, but when I drove up, she was sitting on the patio, smoking a cigarette.

"Yeah, and . . .?"

"She'd had another date, all right, but he was already gone, so we had a drink and then went straight to her bedroom. She was really horny that night, and as we made love, she whispered in my ear that she was so hot and wet because she'd already done it with the other guy earlier that night, too. It shocked me to hear that. I guess it shouldn't have, because I knew she liked sex. My reaction to what she said really surprised me, too. Instead of being jealous or angry, I got hornier than hell as I pictured her with that guy, whoever he was, her legs wide open and gasping for breath as he pounded into her. I totally lost control, and she did, too. For the next few hours, we screwed each other's brains out.

Oops . . . again, the wrong thing to say. Her silence, coupled with an icy stare, made it clear that my wife was now really unimpressed with what I'd said. Her mood quickly changed, and she got angry. Almost immediately, Amy pushed me away and turned over, saying, "That's it . . . I've heard more than enough about it. You're so perverted, Tim. Now you've made a mess out of everything tonight . . . just leave me alone."

I'd never forced sex on my wife, and I sure wasn't going to start now. "OK, then . . . but I didn't mean to upset you, Amy" was all I could say. But what I really meant to say was "damn it", because the more I remembered that night with my Sun Devil friend, the hornier I was getting, and now I couldn't do anything about it.

For the next week after that, there was distance between us, and some lingering anger on Amy's part. After the kids were off to sleep, I'd go to bed and ultimately fall asleep while Amy would watch TV, surf the 'net or find something else to do to avoid any situation where the possibility of sex might come up. So much for those "open lines of communication" women always say they want to have with their husbands. That would teach me to bare any more secret thoughts to her about sex (or about anything else, I told myself in angry frustration).

Then came a remarkable chain of events that would end up drastically changing the shape of our relationship. 

In the same way Amy stayed up late by herself, the morning was my time. I usually got up early, downed a couple of cups of coffee, and took advantage of the early morning peace to think, to do paperwork and, generally, to be by myself before showering and going to work. One morning, I was getting dressed in the bedroom, as usual. I didn't know where Amy was - - she hadn't been in the bedroom with me in a week except when we were both asleep. I was standing by the big chair in our room, looking absent-mindedly out the window as I tied my tie. As I turned around to check the results of my handiwork in the mirror, there stood Amy. She didn't say a word, but instead pushed me backwards, forcing me down into the chair. I couldn't tell from the look on her face whether she'd just boiled over in anger and was going to take it out on me (she's not violent at all, and not all that strong, either, so I wasn't worried - - just a little surprised), or whether it was something else.

It was something else, all right, but nothing like I would have ever expected. Without even taking her robe off, she slipped to her knees between my legs. Then, as I sat there speechless, she took my cock in both hands, looked up at me, then moved her head forward and took the tip of it in her mouth, resting it on her tongue. Making sure that her eyes had my attention (and believe me, they did!), she slowly swirled her tongue around the entire head of my cock, licking it like an ice cream cone, before taking it completely in her mouth and sucking its length in as far as she could. It didn't take very much of that to get me real hard, real quick.

Though it wasn't that way in the beginning, over the years of our marriage, Amy had adopted an attitude of "very special occasions only" for giving me head - - and it sure looked to me like this was going to be one of those times.

"That feels good. . ." is all I could say.

"You taste good . . ." she said, taking me out of her mouth a little to speak, then devouring me again.

She took me out of her mouth once more, and began to stroke me again, this time a little harder and a little faster, knowing that if she kept it up like that, I couldn't hold back much longer. The, she plunged me back into her mouth and continued to drive me crazy. 

This was very exciting!

"Stop, Amy - - let's get on the bed . . ." I moaned, lost in the sensations, only to hear her say "No, Tim, I want it just like this", and swallow my penis again.

It felt real good.

I tried a little to lift her head, but she held her position. She hadn't let me come in her mouth very often in all our years together, not even on those "very special occasions." But Amy knew exactly what she was doing to me, and exactly what the outcome would be if she didn't pull away, and she kept right on doing me like that.

Without pulling away, she also began to play with the underside of my balls as she continued to inhale me. Soon, I felt that familiar throbbing and twitch of my cock. There was liquid fire on its way and I couldn't stop it. I began coming, thrusting into her mouth. She never withdrew but kept sucking, swallowing my release as I erupted into her.

She kept me in her mouth until the last spurt ended and my cock softened, then looked up at me with a sexy smile as her tongue licked off the last little drop that seeped out. Finally, she moved upward, kissing my chest and then my neck, until she reached my lips. She kissed me deeply, and then curled up beside me on the chair and nestled her head against my shoulder, all of which confused the hell out of me. Though I sure knew what had just happened, I had no idea why.

We got up off the chair, then I took her to the edge of the bed and we sat down. We had to talk.

"Amy, that was fantastic . . . like a dream come true. But you've been so mad at me for what I said. What brought that on?" I asked.

Her answer surprised me. "You're right. I got really mad about those things you said, you know, about getting turned on at the thought of me having sex with another guy . . . about that little story with your friend. I just couldn't figure out how a husband can supposedly love his wife and still like the thought of her romping around in the sack with someone else. I was so pissed off at you, Tim. I didn't even want to be in the same bed with you, because I didn't see how you could really love me as much as you say and still think like that."

"I did a lot of late night surfing on the Internet, just to kill the time until you'd go to sleep, and I finally wandered into one of those 'just for women' chat rooms one night, and they were talking about some pretty risqué things. I knew there was no way anyone could find out who I was, so I sent a question asking if any of their husbands had ever shown an interest in them having sex with someone else." 

"I was amazed when, almost immediately, someone sent me an e-mail that told me why you might have said what you said. It was a story written by some guy, about his wife doing all kinds of sexy things with another man who'd seduced her. He even described how he'd helped set up her seduction - - he actually helped the other guy arrange it - - and how incredibly aroused it got him. When it happened, he was right there with her, too, just watching as she got real nasty with the other guy. Several others sent e-mails, too, each with a little different story but all assuring me that your comments weren't nearly as horrible or perverted as I thought. These ladies all kept insisting that just because a wife has sex with another man, she's not cheating, and she's not being a tramp, so long as her husband knows all about it and actually wants her to do it. I couldn't believe it . . . there were 14 women logged into that chat room that night, and only one of them thought there was even anything wrong with doing something like that . . . and even she admitted she had a close friend who'd done it, too."

"All of this made me think about you and your hot little girlfriend that night, and that maybe you weren't as terrible as I thought at first. Judging from the chat room comments and e-mails I saw, there are lots of wives out there - - a whole lot more than I'd have ever believed - - who are doing the wild thing with other men, and their husbands know all about it, and even watch them do it. I even began to wonder about some of our friends, whether any of them have ever done it. Maybe there's a little more than we think to those sexy little comments some of them always make when we all get together." 

"Any way, I just couldn't believe it at first, but the more I thought about it, I realized that the only thing that really matters is what it takes to make a marriage work, and if a husband and wife both want something like that, even though it might sound just awful to someone else, there's nothing wrong in them doing it. In fact, it might even strengthen their marriage. And, actually . . . I shouldn't admit this, I know . . . but I found myself getting turned on, too . . . I began to think about having hard, hot sex with some tall, dark, handsome stranger . . . about how good it could feel . . . especially if you were there to watch me, and then maybe you'd join in, too (she smiled playfully!) . . . I can't believe I just said that, but it's true. Whether we admit it or not, every woman has a little bit of a 'slutty' streak in her, and that's not a bad thing. We like to dress up really sexy every now and then, and we know what it makes you guys think about when we do . . . why do you think Victoria's Secret uses those hot chicks strutting their stuff to get you guys to buy things for us? And yeah, it's true . . . we think about the same kinds of kinky, nasty things you guys do . . . I've had thoughts like that too, but I never wanted you to know about them . . . I guess because I thought a 'nice wife doesn't do that'. We grow up being told that 'nice girls don't do that', and lots of women never get past it. Well, I've thought a lot about it the past few days, and it's kind of silly to still think like that after being married to you for so long. Believe me, darling . . . even though a woman may not 'do' those things, it sure doesn't mean she doesn't 'want to do them' . . . and I'm no different . . . I like thinking about them, just like you . . . and maybe I'd like doing them, too. Does it shock you to hear that as much as it shocks me to say it? First, though, I want us to talk more about everything, how you feel, what it is you really want . . . I need you to really tell me what's on your mind, so I can be sure I understand what you were trying to say the other night. Were you really trying to tell me something?" 

"So, you're not pissed off at me any more?"

"No, I'm not. And, please trust me, I truly want to know . . . were you really trying to tell me something, darling?"

"I don't know what I was trying to do, to tell you the truth. The words just kinda came out of my mouth. But, OK, I admit it, Amy . . . I've thought about you with another man, actually quite a few times, and yeah, it turns me on when I do . . . and yeah, the idea of watching you getting it on with some other guy excites me . . . but I don't want to even talk about it ever again if you're going to get so mad. I really do love you, Amy . . . I hope you know that . . . and I wouldn't ever want to do anything, or even suggest anything, that would hurt you, or that would hurt our marriage. We're both 34 years old now, and we've got a lifetime of loving each other ahead of us. I don't want to lose 'us' just to fulfill some wild fantasy of mine."

By then, we were holding each other tightly, as if afraid to let go of this tender moment our marriage seemed to have so few of these days. Another soft kiss, and then it was time to get the children ready for their car-pool ride to their weekly gymnastics class. I called the office and told them I wouldn't be coming in until later that day. Amy didn't have anything too pressing on her schedule that morning, either, and she made her arrangements to postpone things so we could spend it together.

As soon as the car-pool drove off, I grabbed two cups of coffee and rejoined Amy upstairs in our bedroom. She was already snuggled under the covers, but sat up and took her coffee as I climbed in beside her. She looked over at me with an expression I knew quite well by now - - the one that said she really wanted to say something but wasn't sure how I'd react to it. 

"Tim . . . can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Amy . . . what is it?"

"What I just did to you in the chair . . . do you really want me to do things like that with someone else?"

When she put it like that, so direct and specific, I was caught off guard. Images of my wife, of what she'd done to please me, of her doing those things to someone else, flooded my mind. Was that something I really wanted? If it came right down to it, could I share my wonderful, loving wife like that?


Opening Lines Ch. 02



Chapter 2: What Happened Next

This is a follow-up to the events set out in my recently submitted story called "Opening Lines". If anyone is interested, there are a few more things that have happened to me and my wife Amy since we opened the lines of communication between us a couple of years ago that I intend to write about, too, as soon as I find the time.

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In the weeks that followed our return from our Tahoe weekend, Amy and I continued to talk more about how what had happened was affecting us. As sure as we'd both said we were before that amazing night of passion and exploration in the suite at Harvey's, I have to admit that we were both relieved about what each other's reactions had actually been. After the hormones fade and the reality of "what just happened?" sets in, it seems like in many sexual situations, a villain named "Remorse" often appears. Not so with me and Amy, though. If anything, that night had drawn us even closer together.

From our talks, I knew Amy had enjoyed that night of having wild and crazy sex with more than one guy at a time, and that she wanted more of it. And Amy knew that I really did want to see her with other men again. We both knew it would only be a matter of time before that opportunity arose again, and we were both anxious for it to happen. One night after dinner, we were sitting outside on the patio, enjoying one of the early fall evenings that are so nice in northern California. I asked Amy "Are you as anxious as I am to have another night like the one you had with Greg and me?"

"Yes, darling, I am. I admit it . . . I loved the sex, and I loved performing for you, and I almost went crazy when both of you were doing me at the same time like that. It was like nothing I've ever felt before, and I want more of that . . . of two men making my body feel like that . . . of getting double fucked. That sounds so nasty, doesn't it? But that's exactly what it was, and I know I want to do that again, too. Are you sure you're OK with that?"

"Oh, I'm OK with that, all right," I said. "In fact, I'd like to watch you take care of a couple of guys at once, Amy. I can't explain why, but I'd love to see you do that."

"You're so wicked, baby. I'll just bet you would, too. Damn you, Tim, I'm getting horny just thinking about . . . and you knew I'd get like this, too, didn't you? I'll get you back for this, I promise", she teased me with a smile.

"I can't wait, Amy . . . but please don't tease me when you do", I shot back, also with an obvious grin that told her I meant exactly the opposite. 

"Well, then, if I'm going to turn into this sexual wildcat we both seem to want me to be, there's no doubt that I've got to get myself to the gym. I need to build up my strength and stamina if I'm going to be ridden double, don't you think?"

And so Amy joined the gym. Her workouts gradually increased until she was going at least three times per week, and once on the weekend. Her body, as sexy as it was, looked even sexier as she toned it up, and our lovemaking became even more passionate and frequent as she got to feeling better and better about herself. A woman's self-image is so fragile, isn't it? As good as Amy had always looked, she'd seemed to require constant reaffirmation that she did. As a loving but possibly sometimes-insensitive husband, there's just the off-chance that in the past, I might not have done as good of a job of letting her know how good she looked as I should have, either. 

But one of the by-products of that first night of exploration in our marriage had been the realization by Amy that other men found her attractive, too. She looked good, and she knew it, and she was quickly getting to the point that she liked showing it off a little bit, too. Nothing extreme - - she still dressed like an everyday mom and wife, but the tops she wore became a little tighter and her skirts rose a little higher at the hem. It wasn't readily noticeable to anyone else, I thought, but it sure was to me. Maybe that's because I'd waited so long to see her dress like that, and I'd fantasized so much about how she'd look if she did. I sure wasn't disappointed, either.

The town we live in is too small for anything to happen with anyone who lives here. People would undoubtedly talk, and while Amy and I are both at ease with the idea of her having sex with other guys, the reactions of a neighbor or friend who might find out about that part of our lives could be devastating. Rumors could affect my job, our kids at school . . . potentially anything, or everything, about our lives might be turned upside down over such a revelation. It would be far too risky to even consider, although I'm sure that there are some of our friends and neighbors (maybe far more than we think, judging from the things Amy saw on the Internet that night) who would willingly participate and remain completely discreet.

Not far down the coast from where we live, there's a huge campus of high-tech companies - - Intel, Cisco, lots of smaller technology businesses that no one knows today but will probably become household names once they go public. These businesses all have one thing in common . . . the employees are, by and large, quite young and very intelligent. With the price of housing rising so fast as you go south down the coastline from where we live, many of those talented young men and women are moving north and commuting from towns like ours.

Several months after she'd begun her workout routine, Amy was in the gym late one afternoon. By then, she was looking absolutely terrific . . . even more so than before, if that was possible. I'd left the office for a little while to pick up the kids from school, a nice advantage of living in a small town and working right near the house. Everyone else who was picking up that day was a mom, it seemed, so the gym was almost empty. Amy was going through her normal routine of stretching, then lifting weights, then stretching some more, when she noticed two men, each in their mid-20s, standing nearby and watching her work out. They smiled at her in a friendly way, and she grinned back, but continued her exercises. 

A few moments later, one of them came over to Amy and offered to show her how she could improve on some of the things she was doing, as well as to show her a few new exercises she might like. She got a better look at him . . . about 6 feet tall, muscled but not brawny, with blue eyes, light brown hair and a killer smile. "Wow, this kid's gorgeous", she thought to herself. He seemed sincere and friendly, and she began to talk to him about his suggestions. He introduced himself as Will, and pointed to his friend, who was then lifting some weights, telling Amy that his friend was named Tyson, but everyone called him Ty. When Ty finished his set, Will summoned him over and introduced him to Amy. Ty was taller and darker than Will, but looked equally attractive to Amy.

They talked a bit more about what Amy was trying to tone up, then Will offered to show her some weight exercises that might help what she was trying to do. Her biggest concern was her legs, she said, so Will suggested that she get on the weight machine that let her exercise the muscles on the inside and outside of her thighs. She sat down, adjusted the machine to fit her, then listened as Will explained the exercise to her.

Basically, it called for her to start with her thighs tightly clenched together and slowly open them, the weight of the machine then causing a pulling in the muscles on both sides of her thighs as she spread them further. Then, she was to hold them open, holding the weight at its highest point, for a count of five before slowly re-closing them. By her third rep on this exercise, Amy could feel the muscles burning, which meant the exercise was doing its job. Will sure seemed to know what he was doing, she thought.

But Will was doing something else, too, though Amy didn't think he knew what it was. As she struggled to hold up the weight, she knew she had to focus on something to take her mind off the ache of her straining muscles, and her gaze had settled on the bulge in Will's workout shorts. Her pussy had responded, too, though not even meaning to, and it was now getting a little bit wet as she pictured in her mind what might be in those shorts. 

Amy was wrong about what Will knew. He had watched her intently throughout her lifts, slowly spreading her legs, and like all young men that age, his mind had quickly wandered to "wouldn't that be fun?" He saw her focusing on his crotch as his bulge grew, and she hadn't turned away or seemed embarrassed about looking at it. Will somehow knew that, even though Amy had several years on him, she was a passionate, sexy woman with a healthy interest in both her own body and his. His hormones were starting to kick into gear, just thinking about "what if", and he knew that Amy must be able to see the increasing swell of his cock. 

Amy's hormones were racing now, too. She stopped exercising, sat up and looked right at Will's shorts, then up at him, her eyes locking onto his. "Where do you and Ty live?", she asked. 

"Actually, we share an apartment at Annandale, but we're not here very often because we work 20 miles from here and spend most of our time there. Why do you ask?" "Just curious," Amy replied. "Do you have any friends in town?"

"No . . . in fact, this is our first time to get out and even look around since we moved up here last week. We saw an ad for a free workout at this gym, so we thought we'd check it out."

By now, Amy's body wasn't the only thing racing. Her imagination had taken off on a sprint of its own. "How do you like it so far?", she asked a little bit flirtatiously.

Will looked right at Amy and responded: "I had no idea it'd be so good. What do you think, Ty?"

Ty agreed and said: "We know lots of other ways to get a good workout, too . . . if you're interested." 

If Amy was reading these two young hunks right, they were at least hinting about exactly the same kind of "workouts" she and her husband had begun to enjoy together. She needed to be sure, though, before pursuing that idea any further.

"I think I'm finished at the gym today, but yes, I like to try out new things, and I'd like to hear what you've got in mind. Right now, though, I'm all hot and sweaty, and I'm going to take a shower. You two look like you could use one, too. Meet me back out here when we're done?" 

"Sure, we'll be waiting for you," Will said.

Like all women (sorry, Amy dear), it took her longer than the men to shower and dress. Ty and Will had been waiting for 10 minutes by the time Amy returned. She was wearing a casual dress, and as she walked out of the locker room, the guys commented on how pretty she looked. "You guys clean up pretty well, too, I'd say. Any way, you never can tell just how far a little flattery might get you," she said, wondering if she'd said it a little too flirtatiously. She hoped she wasn't being too obvious about her interest in them - - what if she was misreading everything they'd said?

"My car's in the shop", she said, thinking a little white lie wouldn't hurt anything if it could help her find out what she needed to know, "and I had a friend drop me off here. I need to call her to pick me up . . . that is, unless I can catch a ride with you two. Would you mind?" She knew that if they took her up on that request, they were probably thinking the same kinds of things she was.

Looking right at her with a sexy smile, Will responded: "Of course, Amy. We'd love to give you a ride . . . where would you like us to take you?" He said it in a way that left no doubt what was on their minds. Now, she had to get her husband involved, too.

"I've never seen Annandale. I hear it's nice. Can we stop by your place and let me take a look?"

Will and Ty almost couldn't believe their ears. Not an hour ago, they'd been working up a sweat pushing iron and jogging, but now, it looked an awful lot like they'd soon be doing an entirely different kind of workout, with a very pretty lady.

"I'll get the car," Ty said, and he left quickly. Amy realized she had to tell these guys that her husband would be coming along, too. After all, that was the whole purpose of this . . . to excite him, too, not just Amy. She and Will were standing in the entry lobby of the gym, waiting on Ty to drive up, when Amy spoke.

"Will, before we go, I've got to call my husband and tell him where to come get me. He doesn't like me going places with other men unless he's there, too."

"So you're married," Will said to her, a shocked, disappointed look quickly appearing on his face. Maybe he'd completely misread things, after all. "I guess should have expected it . . . a beautiful woman like you is always married, it seems like . . ." 

As she heard the car coming around the corner, Amy said: "Yes, I'm married, Will, but my husband is very understanding . . . and he won't object to meeting me there, I promise . . ."

Will just looked at her, not clearly understanding what she was saying, but thinking that maybe there was something more she was just about to tell him. She stepped up close to him, so no one else might hear, and in a hushed voice said: "You see, Will . . . my husband and I have a very special relationship. I love him very much, and he loves me, too, and we both like certain things that maybe other husbands and wives wouldn't approve of . . . do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"

"I . . . I . . . don't know," Will said. "Are you saying that . . ."

"Will, what I'm saying is this . . . I think you and Ty are very sexy, and both my husband and I would love it if you two would take me back to your apartment. We don't have to wait on him to get there, and when he arrives, he won't interfere. At some point, though, I let him play, too. Is that clear enough for you?"

The car drove up, but neither Will nor Amy opened the door to go outside yet. Will was speechless. "Shall I call him and tell him where to meet me?"

Finally, Will found words. "We live in Unit 4-C at Annandale. The first floor, just inside the gate. Have him meet us there."

"I'll call him, then, but I'll tell him we may get a little head start before he gets there . . . that is, if it's OK with you and Ty . . .," Amy whispered to Will in a soft, seductive voice. "While I'm making the call, check with Ty and make sure it's OK, will you?"

"We'll be waiting in the car for you . . ." Will said, and went outside. As she dialed my number, Amy could see him talking to Ty through the driver's window, and she smiled to herself when she saw Ty's double-take as Will described their conversation and Amy's intentions for them. Will finally opened the back door of the car behind Ty and got in. From what Amy could tell, Ty apparently had no objections to her offer, either. "This could be really good", Amy thought to herself as she waited for me to answer.

The receptionist put Amy's call through to me. After describing what had happened and the offer she'd made her two new friends, Amy said: "Darling, I hope you can get off the rest of the afternoon . . . I think you'll like what might be going on in Annandale if you can stop by."

"You're damn right I can get off, Amy . . . and I mean that in more ways than one. You're so hot, baby . . . damn, I hope no one notices what's popped up already. I guess I'll have to sneak out with my briefcase over my lap, just to hide things . . ."  

I could tell my reaction pleased Amy, and I could hear the smile on her face as she said: "Well, then, Unit 4-C it is. Stop at the house again and check on the kids, will you? Ask my sister to take them for the night . . . she owes me one from last weekend. And . . . darling . . . is it OK if we maybe get started without you? I promise I'll make things up to you, though . . ."

"Amy, you're going to drive me crazy, picturing what might be going on until I get there, but you can tell me about it later . . . and yes, go ahead and get warmed up if you want to. Call me on my cell phone, though, when you get there . . . I want to know you're safe. I love you, Amy."

"And I love you, darling . . . you know I do. I'll call you, and hurry up, too, will you? Your cock better be hard as a rock for me, baby, because I've got lots of things I plan to do with my favorite cock. My mouth's watering, just thinking about how good it's going to taste when . . ."

"Damn, Amy, slow down, will you? I'm about ready to come already, and I haven't even left the office! I'll see you as soon as I can . . . but hold those thoughts, will you?"

"No matter what, darling . . . no matter what. I can't wait to see you. Now, get going, will you, or should I say 'coming'? And . . . thank you for letting me do this, darling . . ." The phone clicked. Amy was on her way. What would I find when I got there?

Amy's told me the story of what happened before I got there, and it made me so horny, I'm not sure I got all of exactly right. Any way, here's the way she told it to me - - I think.

It was only a short drive from the gym to Annandale. Not even waiting for the guys to open her door, she quickly got in the back seat of the car from the passenger side, then closed the door. Ty drove, and she and Will rode together in the back seat. As soon as she was in the car, Amy lay down and put her head down in Will's lap, telling him that she didn't want to be seen driving through the streets of our town in a car with two handsome young men. "After all, what would the neighbors say?" The car's windows were tinted a bit, too, which also helped.

As soon as they drove away from the gym, Amy rolled her head a little in Will's lap so that she could look up at him. Against the back of her head, she could feel a large lump of his male hardness. She took her right hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down a little toward her mouth, and ran her left hand seductively across the tops of her legs, just below her hemline. Will's eyes were riveted on what she was doing. She whispered to him: "Give me your hand, Will", and he took his right hand and put it on her left one. Amy then took his hand and used it to pull up the hem of her dress, revealing her light blue lace bikini panties. Then, she placed his hand right between her legs, using her own to move his up and down against her steaming pussy. "That feels good . . . real good . . . don't stop" she purred. Then, she turned her face towards Will's crotch, taking little bites at his cock through his jeans. Will began to squirm in his seat. 

"Oh, baby, I can't wait to suck this big thing dry . . . you'd like that, wouldn't you?" All Will could manage was an "uh-huh". Amy then rolled back over, again looking up, and said over the seat to Ty: "Your friend's making a real mess out of me back here, Ty . . . my pussy's dripping wet right now. Can I count on you to clean me up a little when we get to your place?" Amy said all she could hear was a little groan from the front, followed by a surge in the car's speed. They got to the apartment right after that, and Amy called me. All I heard was: "We're here . . . I love you . . . hurry . . . I'm so hot right now, Tim . . . bye." All of them then quickly went inside. 

Ty was the first one through the door after Amy, and as he came inside, Amy opened her arms and embraced him. Will followed them inside and closed the door behind him. Amy reached up and kissed Ty warmly, her tongue quickly flickering in and out of his mouth. Then, she pulled back, looking up at his face. "You've been so busy driving, we haven't had time to get to know each other yet," Amy said. She continued on, now shamelessly seductive: "Are you two still interested in showing me some other workouts?" 

From the door, Will answered: "I think we've got a few things you'll like . . . ", and taking her hand, led her toward the living room couch, saying: "but first, we need to warm you up." Ty followed, and they sat her down on the couch, each taking a seat beside her. "For starters, you're not dressed right," Will told her.




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Amy let her hands wander to the bulges in the two men's jeans, and she squeezed them teasingly as she said: "Well, I'm dressed the same way you are, so if I'm not dressed right, that means you two aren't, either. Why don't you two stand up and show me the way I'm supposed to be dressed. Besides, those big things in your jeans are probably needing a little more room to grow . . ."

They both stood and unbuttoned their jeans, stepping out of their loafers and letting the jeans fall to the floor. Ty had on a pair of bikini briefs, and Will was wearing boxers. "Very nice," Amy said, as she surveyed the two sets of strong male legs standing before her and the two swelling bulges in their shorts. "But, those shorts still look awfully tight . . . don't you think our workout would go a little better if they weren't in the way?" Her eyes were glued to what was inside those shorts as they took them off, too. "Oh, yes . . . I thought so . . . that's much better," she said as she saw two very large cocks pointing straight at her. Will's was about 7" long, but was very thick. Ty's was not as thick, but he had to be 9" or longer, and the head of his dick was enormous. Amy's panties were soaking by now as she watched these two naked hunks of hard maleness standing before here.

With her little change of direction, Amy had seized control of the situation from the two men. She was now firmly in charge, her men standing naked in front of her, ready to do her bidding. "I think I know how I'm supposed to dress now", she said, and she lifted up her hips and slid her panties off. Then, she said: "Will, please help me off with this dress," and Will leaned over to help her lift it over her head. As it cleared the top of her head, Will was stretched over her, holding the dress high above her. His cock dangled right in front of her, and she reached up and took it between both of her hands, rubbing it slowly, back and forth along its length. "So this is what was poking the back of my head in the car," she said, and she looked up at him standing over her. Without moving, Amy said "Ty, remember when I asked you if you'd clean me up when we got to your place? Well, we're here . . . and I'm really wet . . . and I'm ready . . .", opening her legs wide as she said so, her meaning unmistakable. Ty fell to his knees between her outstretched legs and began to lap at her juicy pussy. The touch of his tongue in all the right places ignited her, and she took Will's cock into her mouth, putting her hands on his ass cheeks and pulling him deeper and deeper down her throat with each thrust. He threw the dress down, rested his hands on the back of the couch, and fucked himself into her mouth. 

Amy was quickly getting carried away. Ty's tongue-lashing of her pussy was now accompanied by several fingers (she couldn't tell how many) being stuffed into her open pussy while Ty sucked her clit. Will's rhythmic pumping into her mouth told her that he wasn't far from shooting his load, and she wasn't ready for that just yet. Besides, she still had on her bra and the guys still had their shirts on - - the only pieces of clothing they hadn't yet removed. She put her hands on Will's chest and pushed him away a little, freeing her mouth from his cock enough to speak, and closed her thighs just enough to let Ty know to look up at her. She told them: "Let's get on the floor . . . we need a little more room to spread out . . .". Will pushed himself off the back of the couch and went to the hall closet, where he retrieved a large, soft comforter and spread it on the floor by the couch. "Will this do?", he asked. 

"It's perfect, baby . . . just right," Amy purred. "Now, help me take this bra off, and I want to see those shirts of yours off, too." Still on his knees, Ty reached out, took Amy's hands and gently pulled her up from the couch toward him. By the time she was standing, her pussy was right at eye level for him. He raised his shirt over his head, and she helped him lift it off. Will quickly removed his shirt and reached behind Amy, releasing her bra, and then he sat down on the comforter. She shrugged her shoulders, and her bra fell off, right onto Ty's head. Her bare nipples were as hard as thimbles. He flipped it off, then leaned forward to bury his face once more in Amy's snatch.

"Wait a minute, Ty . . . why don't we all get comfortable down there first . . ." and she stepped around Ty and lowered herself onto the comforter, on all fours. Ty just sort of fell back onto the comforter, too. Now they were all three on the floor, and Amy was ready to continue her workout with them.

"OK, now, where were we a minute ago? Oh, yeah, right about here, I think", and with that, she crawled over so that her pussy was directly over Ty's face. He pulled her down onto his mouth and resumed licking her hungrily. "Yeah, that was it, I think", she said, motioning Will toward her. When he got within reach, she grabbed his dick and gently pulled him toward her own mouth, anxious to resume with him where she'd left off, too. Before swallowing him whole again, she lifted up his ball sack and kissed each one of them, tickling behind them with her fingers until Will once more began to hump her face. "Mmmm, baby, you taste so good . . . I'm ready for you now . . . are you ready to give Amy a little snack, baby? . . . come on, now . . . let me have it . . . you know what I want . . . let it go . . ." And he did just that, blasting a load of white hot cum all over Amy's face. About the same time he let go, Ty's talented tongue and lips unleashed a monstrous orgasm in Amy, too, and she forced her dripping pussy hard against Ty's face. He kept licking and probing, though, until finally, she could stand no more and she rolled off Ty, onto her side. Then, looking up at Will, she took her fingers and swabbed all the cum she could find on her face into her mouth, licking her fingers sexily as she did so. Amy said that when she did this, it looked to her like Will might be about ready to come again already.

But the one who was really ready to come was Ty. Amy wanted to feel the length of his cock buried in her pussy the first time with him . . . to see what that enormous head felt like as it pummeled into her womb. These were just warm-ups, she knew, for what would come later - - when I got there - - but that "all out sex" switch of hers had already been turned on by the heavy-duty petting in the car, the tasty blow job she'd given Will and the explosive orgasm Ty had given her. Her face was still a mess, so she got back on all fours, wiggled her ass at Ty and said: "You've tasted it . . . now, do you want to fuck it?" 

He wasted no time, crawling up behind her and immediately burying his rock-hard cock into her tongue-slicked pussy. She gasped as she felt him bottom out in her . . . as if he was going to come out the other side, he was so long. And that head . . . the way it stretched her pussy as it slipped in and out as he fucked her. Soon, she was moaning as another orgasm overwhelmed her, brought on by the intensity and friction of his cock ramming into her. She could feel his balls slap against her ass every time he thrust into her . . . balls she knew were full of a young man's cum, aching to get out. He played with her ass as he fucked her from the rear, pulling the cheeks apart and teasing her tiny asshole with his fingers and thumb. She suspected he couldn't hold out much longer, and when she reached behind herself and guided his finger into her asshole, he came unglued. He began to pump shot after shot of creamy, thick cum into her pussy, and she took every drop. 

Finally, Ty was done - - at least for the moment - - and he pulled out of her, his cock now softening. She said: "Ty, that was fantastic . . . you can't imagine how full and satisfied I feel right now . . . but there's going to a lot more where that came from before we're all done this evening . . . at least, I hope there is. Are you guys gonna be up to it for me?" Will answered for him: "Amy, I've never been with anyone quite like you . . . yeah, I'd say we're gonna be up for it, all right . . . don't you think so, Ty?" 

"I'm not sure whether we're going to be able to teach you anything you don't already know, pretty lady, but I'm sure willing to stay here all night trying to find out," was Ty's reply, offered with a smile that told Amy her men had enjoyed things thus far, and weren't about to back away from a challenge.

"All right, then, my husband's going to be here in a little while, and I look a mess already, don't I? Will, would you get me a warm, wet cloth so I can clean my face off?" He got up, quickly got what she asked and handed it to her. "No, sit down here . . . I want you to wash it off for me . . . after all, you did leave it there," she said with a teasing smile. He sat down beside her and gently used the cloth to clean her face. When he was done, she leaned up and kissed him, saying "thanks, baby", and then said: "Let's go into one of your bedrooms to wait for my husband. I saw that big, king-size bed in one of them, and I think we're going to need all the room we can get . . . don't you? In fact, we might need both of your bedrooms before we're done." 

They all got up, went into Will's room and sat on the bed. The two friends were unsure of what exactly might be going to happen next, but Amy wasn't at all hesitant. Ty asked: "Is your husband really all right with what we just did?" Amy replied: "Oh, he's OK with it . . . trust me. He enjoys watching me . . . it turns him on to see me getting all hot and bothered . . . it doesn't matter whether he's getting me that way, or if I'm with another guy, or even if I'm doing it to myself. He's never seen me with two men at the same time, though, so yeah, I'd say he's going to be more than OK with it. Now, let's get ready for him to show up."

With that, Amy had the two men arrange themselves so that she sat between them on the bed, each one of them laying on his side and facing toward her a little. This way, they could each run their hands all over her body, from top to bottom and all the good parts in between, and she could reach each of their cocks. That's where they were when I arrived.

I let myself in the door, and heard Amy say: "Tim, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me . . . I got here as quickly as I could . . . where are you?"

"We're here in the bedroom . . . the one on the right. Come on back."

I went straight to the bedroom, wondering what I'd find when I got there. Were they still dressed? Had anything happened yet? What did these guys look like? How was Amy?

When I saw them sitting like that on the bedroom, all of my questions were instantly answered. Amy was doing just fine, judging from that sexy smile on her face. The guys looked young and fit . . . just Amy's type, I thought. They weren't dressed, and it sure looked like things had already gotten underway before I got there. In fact, Amy had Will's fat cock in her hand, gently stroking it, and when she saw me come in the room, she took Ty's hand and put it on her pussy, rubbing herself with his hand until he understood that it was OK for him to do it. By the time she took her hand away from his, two of his fingers had already disappeared inside her.

"So, darling, I'm glad you came as soon as you could . . . we've been a little bit naughty already, though . . . and I came . . . well, we all came . . . before you got here. I hope you don't mind . . ." 

"What's happened so far?" I asked.

"Well, I think we can probably do a re-run for you a little later . . . can't we, guys? Oh, by the way, Tim, this is Will and Ty."

"I see you all seem to know one another pretty well by now . . . Amy, you look so beautiful like that . . . are they taking good care of you?" "Oh, yes, darling . . . very good care. Will, have I been taking good care of you, too?"

"She's done that, for sure," Will said. 

"Now that you're here, Tim, is there something you'd like to see?" Amy asked me that question in that seductive voice she does so well. She knew damn well what I wanted to see, of course, but she still likes to hear me ask her for it.

"What I want first is a kiss, Amy . . . come over here for a minute, will you? It looks a little crowded on the bed right now."

Amy took Ty's hand once more, gently removed his fingers from her and then kissed the tips of each of them, saying: "You can put these back in a minute . . . don't forget where they were", and then she leaned down and lightly tongued the tip of Will's hard cock, telling him: "So tasty, baby . . . so tasty. I'll be back for more, I promise . . ." Then, Amy got up off the bed and walked over to where I was standing. She put her arms around me and kissed me deeply, her tongue pistoning into my mouth. I returned her kiss, just as passionately. She ground her bare pussy against the hardness in my trousers, and said: "Is this kinda what you had in mind?" I groaned: "Uh-huh . . ."

"Let's step into the other room for a minute, darling . . . I want to talk to you", she said, taking my hand and walking back through the door to the bedroom I'd just entered. As we left, Amy turned around and said to the two young men she'd left on the bed: "Don't worry . . . I won't be long . . . remember where we were, OK?"

"You're so hot," I whispered to Amy once we were in the next room. "What have you been up to?"

"Hard sex, baby . . . nasty, wet, hard sex," she whispered back. "These guys are so good . . . their cocks are fantastic . . . what would you like to see me do, darling?"

"I take it you've already sampled a little of their cum . . ."

"Yes, I have . . . I was so hot when we got here . . . I wouldn't let them wait. I'm such a horny little bitch these days, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are . . . and I love it!" I told her. "All right, then . . . how'd you do it, and where?"

"Will blew his load all over my face, baby . . . I was such a mess . . . and Ty filled my pussy from the rear . . . I'm still overflowing . . . would you like to see?"

"Uh-huh", was all I could say again, and I felt Amy's hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me downward to my knees before her. She spread her legs a little, then took my face in her hands and I looked up at her. "Take your hand and feel me, darling . . . feel Ty's cum in me . . . see how full I am . . . look a little closer" . . . and I did. She drew my face closer to her wet, juicy pussy, obviously wanting me to see it . . . to smell it . . . and maybe even to lick it . . . and I was about to. However, Amy then raised me back up, took the fingers I'd explored her with and cleaned them off with her mouth - - one by one - - and said "you'll get yours in a little while, big boy . . . all you want. Now, though, why don't we go back inside and let you see something you'd like. Darling, what would you like . . . tell me, please."

"I'd like to see you get both of them hard again, and then have Ty and Will both do you at the same time . . . but first, Amy . . . I want to watch you come real hard . . . just you."

Amy just smiled at me, her eyes ablaze with a combined look of love and lust, and said to me: "I think that can be arranged . . . now, come on back with me . . . it's just about show time, baby."

We went back inside, and found the guys still where they were. Amy said to them: "I told him how good you were the first time . . . but now it's time to find out if you've got staying power. Let's get those things of your really hard and find out, OK?"

The guys were ready immediately, their cocks already at full attention. She walked back to the bed and got back between them. "Now, Will, where were those fingers of yours? Oh, yeah, right here," she said, spreading her knees a little and slipping her own hand down to her pussy, where she began to rub her clit. "This feels so good," she cooed to them, "but Ty, your tongue would feel so much better." 

Ty needed no further prompting. He rolled over until he was between Amy's legs, then lowered his head straight to her pussy. Her fingers kept working as Ty lapped at her still-soaked pussy. "Yeah, that's it, Ty . . . right there . . . lick it hard . . . oh, yeah, just like that . . ." and she began to hump herself against Ty's plunging tongue. He was basically face-fucking her, and she was pushing herself into it. "Kiss me, Will . . .", she moaned, and Will obliged, rolling over and locking his lips on hers. I could see their tongues dueling as her passion increased. Finally, the combination of fingers and tongues sent Amy over the edge, and she bucked her hips upward, caught in the throes of a powerful orgasm once more. The guys did not stop, though, and Ty continued to eat her pussy until he'd cleaned himself out of her. Amy and Will continued to kiss, although more tenderly now, until finally, Amy pulled free of Will and said: "Enough . . . that's enough . . . that was incredible . . . oh, lovers . . . that was so good."

It didn't take Amy long to recover, though. She was back in sexual overdrive once more - - a state she'd seemed to be able to reach a lot more frequently since Lake Tahoe. Now, it was the guys' turn again.

"Scoot up here, Ty," Amy said, and Ty raised himself up from between her legs and slid up her torso until he was basically sitting on his knees, straddling her chest. "A little further, baby . . . I can't reach 'em yet," she said, using her hands on Ty's ass to force him up closer to her face. She kept pushing until his balls were dangling directly above her mouth. "Yeah, that's better . . . much better . . . now, Will, I wanna feel that thick cock of yours . . . put it all the way inside . . . don't make me wait, baby . . . please" and Will positioned himself so he could comply with her demand. As wet as she was, it took only two strokes before he was buried to the hilt in her.

"Now, fuck me, Will . . . fuck me hard . . . make me come again . . . oh, yeah . . . come for me, baby . . . I want it all over my belly . . . fuck me, I said . . . FUCK ME!"

She didn't say any more, though, partly because Will was doing just what she told him to, and partly because she couldn't . . . her mouth was now full of Ty's balls. She licked, kissed and sucked both of them, taking her fingers and tickling the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole as she did so. The feeling of having his balls licked and his cock standing at attention, throbbing over Amy's face, must have been exquisite for Ty, because he took his cock in his own hand and began jacking himself back and forth. Amy didn't stop, and neither did he. She looked so nasty lying there, one young stud pounding himself rapidly into her pussy while the other one straddled her face, enjoying her oral ministrations to his manhood jewels.

It looked to me like Amy came again . . . two or three times . . . while all of this was going on. Finally, the guys were ready to let loose, too. Will did it first, pumping rapidly into her until, just before losing it, he pulled out and shot a big load of cum all over Amy's belly. Just as he finished, Ty said: "I'm gonna come . . . I'm coming . . ." and he slid back just a little, jacking himself off into Amy's wide-open mouth. She swallowed everything he gave her, then licked her lips sensuously and took the big head of his cock in her mouth, swabbing it with her tongue to clean it and catch the last few squirts of cum. When she was done, Ty rolled off to the side and she sat up a little, so she could look at me sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed. I was hard as a rock (naturally), and I was stroking myself, mesmerized at what I'd just seen Amy do. As many times as I'd seen her with Greg in Lake Tahoe, I'd still hadn't seen her with two guys at once. It was incredible, and I was about to blow.

Amy didn't say anything. With her belly still covered with Will's cum, she got off the bed, walked over and kneeled between my legs. She quickly unbuckled my pants, took down my underwear and released my swollen cock. There were obvious pre-cum wet spots on my shorts. Amy still didn't say anything. She took my cock, jerked it a couple of times and then looked right at me. Knowing I was about to let go, she said: "I'm hungry, darling . . . feed me . . . let it go . . . come for me" . . . and I did. As soon as I began spurting, Amy locked her mouth on my cock and sucked me, swallowing every drop as I shot my load into her warm, willing mouth. She stayed like that until she was sure I was done, then she laid her head in my lap and I stroked her hair. "I love you," I heard her say quietly. "I love you, too, Amy . . . I really do" was my heartfelt reply.




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"Kiss me, Amy," I said, knowing what I'd be tasting but not caring. It was more important to connect with my wife right then . . . to let her know I loved her . . . that everything was all right between us . . . that no boundaries had been violated . . . and that I was glad she was mine. She kissed me, tentatively at first but then ravenously, passionately. Words simply can't express the feelings I had for her right then, and I think she was feeling the same about me.

"Well, boys, that was really something . . .", Amy finally said. "I hope you guys aren't going to quit on me now, though. . . the best is still to come. Will, would you get me another towel so we can clean off the mess you made on me . . . again," she said teasingly. Will smiled and went to get what she'd asked from him.

Once she was clean again, Amy started up again, seemingly insatiable in her appetite for sex that afternoon. We were all still recovering (or trying to), and what Amy was saying was sure speeding things along.

"We've made a mess in this room, it looks like . . . doesn't it?" Amy was right. The sheets were essentially ripped from the bed, and pillows and blankets were strewn everywhere. "I thought we might need that other bedroom, so here's what I've got in mind. I'd like to spend some time with each of you . . . alone . . . in the other room. We can do whatever you want . . . talk, cuddle, fuck, suck or anything else you'd like. Whatever happens will be just between the two of us . . . that is, if you're OK with that, darling," she said, looking at me. I said: "That's fine with me, baby . . . whatever you want." She said: "OK, then, one at time . . . until all three of you get what you want . . . but then I get to have something from the three of you that I want . . . is that OK, too?"

We all nodded "OK". Whatever Amy might want, we were pretty sure we'd like it, too. It'd worked out that way so far, at least. "All right, then . . . who's first?" Will said: "If you guys don't mind, I'll go first." She took him by the hand and led him to other bedroom. We heard the door close, but nothing more for about 15 minutes when we finally heard some soft moans coming from Amy. About 15 minutes after that, they came into the room. Amy was smiling, and she kissed Will passionately before telling him "thank you, baby . . . that was wonderful." Then, without any further hesitation, Amy said : "Who's next?"

I stepped up and volunteered. I'd only come once so far, and I was about ready again.

"Come on, darling . . . let's go see what's on your mind . . ."

We went into the room, closed the door, and I took her to the bed. The cover was hardly messed up at all, and it had not even been pulled back yet. "What happened?" I asked.

"All Will wanted to do was eat me, darling. For the past half hour, he's been in here licking me from head to toe. He didn't even come again . . . but I sure did . . . three times, I think. He loves to eat pussy as much as you do, I think . . . and his tongue gives a girl quite a ride, I'll tell you. At the end, I was sitting on his face, my hands against the wall, holding myself up as another orgasm hit me. Then he told me to turn around, so my ass was facing him. He tongue-fucked my ass, darling . . . and I didn't want him to ever quit, it felt so good. Finally, I came again, and he kept doing it to me until I finally collapsed on him. I got off and he told me how much he'd wanted to do that, ever since he'd seen me the first time in the gym. Damn, he was good, baby . . . now, what do you want, my love?"

"You know me, Amy, I love eating that pussy, too . . . but it sounds like I might fail in the comparison," I said with a teasing smile. "But since Will cleaned you up back there, I think I'd like a piece of that ass of yours," I said.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that, darling," Amy murmured. "There's some Vaseline on the counter over there . . . would you get it for me?"

I got up and got it. When I turned around to come back to the bed, Amy was already on her hands and knees, her ass pointing seductively toward me. "Is this what you're wanting, baby?" She wiggled it just a little, teasing me.

"You know it is, you tease," I said. "Damn, you look good like that."

"Well, then, what are you waiting for? Just be gentle . . . at first."

I took a small dab of Vaseline from the jar and put it on Amy's ass, then took my fingers and rubbed it all around the opening to her asshole, smearing it gently. I took another small glob of it from the jar and pushed it slowly into her ass, working it around the insides of her tender, tight opening that would be receiving my now-rock hard cock in a few moments. When I was done, she reached around, grabbed my cock and asked me to put a little bit of Vaseline on myself, which I did. Then, she slowly jacked me, up and down, until my cock was completely greased. It really felt good when she did that, too.

Finally, Amy said: "OK, lover . . . let's take it slow . . . my ass is all yours."

I eased the head into her opening. She liked anal sex, and wasn't afraid of it, so she quickly relaxed and I was soon all the way inside my wife's ass. "Now, fuck me hard . . . yeah, fuck my ass . . . harder . . . do it faster . . . yeah, like that . . . oh, I'm gonna come . . . I'm coming . . . oh . . . ahhhhh" and she came like a freight train, just like that. Apparently the combination of Will's tongue bath and the gentle swabbing with lubricant had set off all the right bells and whistles, and her orgasm was hard and fast. As hers started, so did mine. I pumped a big load of hot, creamy cum up my wife's ass, gasping as I released it into her. There's something so powerful about fucking a woman's ass - - especially when she wants it like that and enjoys it so much, like Amy. Our private time was certainly everything I'd wanted it to be, that's for sure. When I finished, I got a warm, wet cloth and cleansed Amy as best I could. She kissed me, said "I love you" again, and we went back into the room. It was Ty's turn.

Amy's told me she'll be glad to tell me everything she did with Ty, any time I ask her. Basically, what she said was that Ty told her he wanted her to play with his cock for an hour, and to make him come that way. She's told me that she did just that, too, though she hasn't been all that specific about how she did it. Maybe some things are best left to the imagination. According to Amy, "Ty just lay down on the bed, and I went to work on him. When he came, I cleaned him up and kept going a while longer. It was actually a lot of fun to play with a man like that for an hour . . . any way I wanted . . . and he sure didn't mind what I did. The head of his cock was so much fun . . ." Whew! Down boy, down . . . just calm down and keep writing!

When Amy and Ty came back in the room, they were both smiling. Amy was now really aroused from an hour of playing with a hard cock, and she was ready for "my, turn now", as she said.

She was very specific about what she wanted. "I've got three nice cocks here, and three places to put them. I want all three of you, at the same time. Ty . . . I could suck your cock all day . . . you get my mouth. Husband, my love . . . I want to be fucked by your wonderful cock . . . you take my pussy. And Will . . . you're the one who first spoke to me in the gym and got this all started . . . you made my ass feel so good in there . . . now I want you to fuck it." Pretty direct and to the point by her, huh?

And that's exactly what we did. Amy was filled from every angle with hot, hard male flesh. Other than Amy, Will was the only one to come again. Her tight, writhing ass was apparently too much for him to take, and he shot his third load of the day deep into her bowels. Even more so than in Lake Tahoe, Amy simply came unglued with all three of us in her at once. She spasmed, moaned, grunted and groaned as we fucked her like that. Finally, she collapsed on the bed, unable to take any more. "That was fucking incredible," I heard my ordinarily prim and proper wife gasp as she did so. "'Three into me' is a game I sure want to play again, baby," she told me, then drifted off for a short nap.

While she rested, Will, Ty and I had gotten dressed and then gone to the kitchen to talk. They couldn't believe how sexy Amy was, or how willing I was to share her with them. I told them it made both of us happy for her to do so, and they didn't push the issue any further. They both said they would be ready to do it again, any time we wanted. 

Amy finally woke up and came into the kitchen, looking for us. She was wearing only a smile, and she looked fantastic. Rather wistfully, Will and Ty said they were sorry, but they had to leave and go back to work, to make up for the afternoon they'd missed. They didn't mind us staying there as long as we wanted, they said, so long as we'd lock the door when we left. Amy said she wanted to clean up a little before she went home, so she kissed each of them good-bye, said "thanks . . . both of you . . . you're wonderful lovers", and they left.

As soon as she was sure they were gone, Amy took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. She sat me on the bed, and sat down beside me. "I love you so much," she said. "You're so special . . . so understanding . . . so loving . . . I don't ever want to lose you."

"Amy, I love you . . . more than I can describe . . . the way you please me . . . the way you look right now . . . so passionate . . . so sexy . . . so . ."

"Hush, my darling . . . and come here . . .," she said, lying back on the rumpled sheets of the bed and pulling me with her. "I'm all yours . . . and I always will be . . . and right now, I want to say thanks for letting me be so nasty . . . so naughty . . . so hot today." Amy licked my ear and whispered: "My pussy's all yours, darling . . . I'm full just for you. Please eat me, darling . . . right now . . . lick my freshly-fucked cunt . . . I need it so bad right now . . . after the big cocks I've had inside me today. I love the feel of hard, horny guys coming in me. It's just so exciting and hot." 

She continued, knowing she was tantalizing me: "Do you want to see where I've been fucked, baby?" She slowly spread her legs. "Right here . . . look at it. Come on . . . look real close at my pussy . . . see how pink it is where I've been fucked. Darling, it's been a very naughty pussy today. Can you see how good my pussy's been fucked all afternoon? All those cocks . . . they squirted so much. I feel all wet and full. Feel me."

I swallowed. There was a lump in my throat as I looked at the gooey mess in her cunt. I touched the lips and slipped my fingers in between them. I felt it wet . . . slippery. I put my fingers all the way in and a steady stream of cum, still thick, slipped from her crack, wetting my hand. I rubbed the cum on my cock knob.

She was so wet and sticky with the cum from three of us. Other men's cum in my wife, in the pussy I loved. I could feel my face turning red as I smeared it on the insides of her thighs and on my knob. She pushed against my hand.

"Feel my clit . . . see how big it is. It's been licked and fucked all day. Feel it . . . rub some of the cum on it . . . touch me . . . rub it some more. I love to see you so excited by this. I get so hot feeling you touch me, watching you looking in my naughty cunt, seeing how much you like playing with my freshly fucked pussy . . . freshly fucked cunt . . . freshly fucked by huge cocks . . . just those words make you hot, don't they?"

"Stop talking like that, Amy, or I'll come . . . no, go on . . . go on . . . say some more."

"We're so kinky, aren't we? . . . but it's wonderfully exciting to have you like this. I just had incredible, hot, nasty sex with two other guys and my husband, and now the biggest turn on of the day is being here just with you . . . sharing what we did. I like this . . . do you like feeling my pussy full of all your cum?"

"Yes," I whispered. "I love you, Amy. The idea that you've just been fucked and you're telling me about it is making me hotter than I ever could have imagined."

She pushed me back and spread her legs even wider, looking right at me. "Baby . . . would you like to eat this nasty, juicy pussy? Would you? You want to . . . don't you? . . . you want to taste me where I've been fucked so good?" I nodded, and licked my lips, staring at her gooey pussy. "Lick it, then . . . taste me. It's OK . . . I want you to . . . . do it . . . taste my pussy full of cum."

Amy spread her legs wider still, slid her hips forward and pushed them up toward me, as she openly offered me her most intimate part. She rubbed her fingers across her wetness, then plunged them deep inside herself and took them straight to her own lips, licking the lingering drops of cum off as if she were sucking a little cock. 

"You like it, don't you. This is getting you harder and harder. Why don't you lick deep inside my pussy now. It's so full of cum. Lick it clean, honey. Suck me. Taste it. Lick inside me, where all the cum is."

She squirmed a little, and I caught her unmistakable message. She was moaning, and her moans fueled my excitement. I leaned between her legs and began lapping. I wanted her to come. But she quickly pulled me back up and kissed me. I guess the effort was what she'd wanted, and she'd gotten it. Now, though, she wanted to be fucked.

I moved over her spread body and pressed my almost painfully stretched prick into her fucked pussy. I was beside myself with passion, yet I managed to control my thrusting, making it slow and long stroking, to prolong it, to prolong the feel of her heat and wetness sliding over my prick.

"Do you like sloppy seconds, honey? Does that feel good putting it into a pussy full of cum? Fuck me hard now."

Amy came again, thrusting and wiggling against me making my cock go all the way inside her.

"Shoot some more cum into my pussy. I want more cum."

I couldn't hold out any more. My hips took over of their own volition and jerked rapidly into her. My orgasm rose from somewhere deep inside and poured into her.

We lay . . . long minutes . . . gasping . . . holding each other. "Amy, I love you."

"And I love you, too, and . . . I . . . I want to do something like this again . . . I like to watch you, Amy. I get hot thinking about you sucking a guy's big prick."

My cock was still throbbing a little, and Amy leaned down and took the knob of my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me as she pushed her mouth down, choked a bit and pulled off with a plopping sound. A stream of my cum and her saliva stretched from my cock to her wet lips.

"You mean like this, honey? I love sucking a guy's cock. Making him get so hot he shoots his cum." She took it again all they way into her throat . . . then coughed and pulled off with a pop.

"This talk is . . . this is making me want to come again . . . come on, baby . . . how about a little more pussy licking . . . I know how much you love it, Tim . . . now eat me . . . fuck me with your tongue . . . I'm all yours."

I bowed between her beautiful legs, put her legs over my shoulders, pushed her legs as wide open as they'd go, cupped her ass in my hands and dived in, worshipping my wife in the most intimate of ways while she lapsed into what seemed like a constant orgasmic state.

We finally got up and showered, went home and slept like zombies that night. When I awakened, Amy was already gone, off to pick up the kids from her sister's house and take them to school. If her sister only knew what we'd been doing while she was feeding them and making sure their homework was done . . .!



Opening Lines Ch. 03



Chapter 3: A New Direction

After our first episode at Lake Tahoe with Greg and the dynamic sex she'd had with me and her two new friends at their Annandale apartment a couple of months later, Amy seemed ready for anything. I'm not sure I could have dreamed up a hot, sexy situation Amy wouldn't be willing to try . . . at least if she was confident no one else would know about it. I'd wanted this, and now that I had it, everything seemed almost too good to be true. At home, in our bedroom, Amy was becoming even more of a sex-craving, sultry lover. Nothing was off-limits . . . nothing at all. But now, every so often, I'd get the sense that Amy was ready for another exciting outing and the possibility of having sex with someone else while I watched. I must confess, too, that I still got that way every time she did. My Amy would always be a discreet, loving wife to me, I knew, but there were just those times when both of us felt like wandering outside the lines a little. Our relationship was getting stronger and more loving along the way, too.

Amy loves to surprise me as much as I love to do it to her. The next step in the journey of exploring our relationship sure qualified as a "gotcha" from her standpoint.

I remember just the way it came up, too. We were driving down the road one beautiful Northern California early spring day, going somewhere I can't even remember and feeling really relaxed after having a "nooner". Out of the blue, Amy asked me if I ever fantasized about other women, and if so, what it was that I fantasized most about. 

Without much hesitation - - since we had these "open lines" between us now - - I told her that, yes, I did sometimes fantasize about other women, but not in the way she might be thinking. The thing I fantasized the most about was wanting to watch Amy have sex with another woman . . . particularly Karin, her old college roommate from our days at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. Of course, I'd already raised this subject before when we began opening up to each other, but I hadn't mentioned Karin. Amy listened quietly as I talked, but it didn't seem like what I'd said was much of a surprise or shock to her. In fact, she even seemed a little curious as I talked of how having another woman in bed with us would be a dream come true for me.

Karin is a year younger than we are, and had been a great friend of ours throughout our college days. She's brunette, around 5' 7", and has beautiful brown eyes and full lips. Her body was perfect . . . at least the way I remembered it. She was one of these women that would openly talk about sex and not feel embarrassed. Amy said: "Karin, huh? She was pretty hot, all right, but I haven't even spoken to her in a year. She lives near Sacramento and she's married now, you know." 

Amy also told me that Karin's husband wasn't taking care of her the way he needed to. She knew I'd ask what that meant - - and I did - - but she wouldn't elaborate. Women claim they like to keep each other's secrets, but that's not really it. They just like to torment curious men.

Amy's response to my comment about Karin was interesting. She wasn't repulsed by my idea about Karin, apparently. She didn't come right out and say "OK, let's do it" to the idea, but then, she hadn't said "no", either. Instead, we talked a little more about Karin, but not in a sexual way, and then the subject just seemed to pass by the wayside.

Not many days passed after our conversation before Amy mentioned to me that she'd reserved a house on the beach for us the next weekend . . . a sort of "sex for the two of us weekend", she said. The weather wasn't warm enough yet to attract the droves of visitors that summer brought each year, so she was able to get a large, comfortable cabin right on the beach with a nice fireplace - - it may be the beach, but in northern California, it gets COLD at night on the beach. I wasn't busy then (which Amy already knew, I'm sure), so I told her it sounded like fun, and we made plans to go. 

Amy made a wonderful dinner for me and the kids the night before we left, and the two-hour drive to the beach house passed quickly the next day. I was anxious to get Amy alone, without kids or neighbors around to interfere, so we could get down to some serious love-making. We enjoyed the day, just beachcombing, walking and talking, and the combination of the sea breeze and the freedom of being alone for a couple of days to enjoy each other was intoxicating. Though we hadn't made love yet, by the time the chill of sundown arrived, we were both well on our way to the kind of impassioned, consuming sex we knew we'd soon being enjoying with one another. Little sexy comments, glances and body language throughout the day, from both of us, had helped build things to what would soon become a crescendo of feelings and pleasures.

That evening, we plugged a video in the VCR. I'd brought along an older flick, called "9½ Weeks", along with a couple of porno flicks - - "just in case", I thought hopefully. Maybe Amy might even begin enjoying them one of these days, I thought, though she still claimed she'd rather make one than watch one. 

Some of my friends had told me that their wives had gotten hotter than hell after watching "9½ Weeks", and it turns out they were right. So did Amy. About halfway through the movie, Amy said she was going to go in the bedroom and change into "something more comfortable", which I knew meant "something much more revealing". I thought that was a great idea.

Imagine the tremendous surprise I had when it was Karin, not Amy, who I saw walking out of our bedroom. Amy told me later that she peeked around the corner of the door as Karin walked out, and that I'd just sat there, with a stunned, "what's going on here" kind of look. Karin looked great, and wore just a short T-shirt, with a UNLV logo, and tiny animal print bikini panties. Her nipples were rock hard, and I could see them protruding through the thin cloth. "Hi, Tim," Karin said, "remember me?" 

I was almost speechless. Finally, though, words began to come out again: "Karin . . . of course, I remember . . . what are you doing here?"

"Amy called me last week. I hadn't heard from her in a year, at least, but I was glad she called. We talked for a while about lots of little things, but I could tell that wasn't really why she'd called. We were always so close, and I knew there was something else, so I said 'OK, Ames [that's what she called Amy in college], what's up? I know you, and there's something you're not telling me . . . now, out with it.' And then she told me . . . and do you know what she told me?"

I remember thinking to myself: "Uh-oh, Amy told Karin what I'd said about her, and she's here, madder than hell, to kick my ass for even thinking something like that." Instead of saying that, though, I just said: "What'd she say?"

"Well, she told me about a conversation you had, and about a fantasy you've had, and about some wonderful changes in your relationship . . . I had no idea you were so considerate of Amy's needs, shall we say . . . and even less of an idea about how you felt towards me."

"Karin, don't get the wrong idea . . . you know us guys . . . we'll say anything when it comes to sex . . . don't get mad, please . . ."

"Mad? Tim, that's the hottest thing anyone's said about me in a long, long time. My husband sure hasn't said it, that's for sure. No, I'm not mad . . . but I am something else right now . . . I'm hornier than hell."

I'm ashamed to say that, for the moment, I'd forgotten completely about Amy not being there. Suddenly, I realized it, and said: "Where's Amy . . . does she know you're here?"

"Yes, I know, darling . . . I invited her," said Amy as she walked back into the room. She'd changed into a sexy lingerie set with thigh-high white stockings, a white lace garter belt and a tiny white, low-cut lacy bra that hid almost nothing. She had no panties on at all.

"Amy, I thought you said it was just going to be the two of us this weekend," I said, though I quickly wished I'd hadn't said it. What kind of an idiot would even think of saying something like that when two gorgeous women, wearing almost nothing, stood before him? Well, I did . . . but fortunately, it didn't matter to them. Their minds were apparently on other things.

"Actually, darling, what I said was that it was going to be a 'sex for the two of us weekend' . . . but I didn't say who 'the two of us' was . . . now did I?"

"No, baby, you didn't . . . but I just assumed that . . . well, you know . . ."

Karin stepped into the conversation: "Just like a man . . . assuming they know it all . . . right, Amy?"

"I think you're right, Karin . . . Tim just assumed he knew what I meant . . . what do you think we should do about it?"

All of a sudden, these two half-naked women had become a little assertive with me, and all I'd done was . . . well, I hadn't done ANYTHING! Any way, I kinda liked the way the conversation seemed to be headed, so I played along, too.

"What do you mean - - 'what should we do about it?' I didn't do anything wrong . . . did I?

"Baby, I think you'd better watch your tongue . . . or . . ." She didn't finish her statement, but I could tell that Amy was starting to get into this mini-domination thing now - - a role she seemed very comfortable in "assuming", I thought to myself - - but I didn't say so. Instead, I just said: "OK . . . go ahead and finish what you were going to say."

"I was going to, any way, Tim. Karin, I think what we should do is just forget him for a little while . . . what do you think?" "I agree, Amy . . . we don't need him right now, either . . . do we?" "No, we sure don't . . .", and with that, Amy turned to Karin and put her hands on Karin's face, then kissed her passionately, right on the lips. Karin eagerly returned her kiss, and I could see their tongues working in each other's mouths, then just the tips of their tongues were touching . . . each flicking the end of the other's. It was an unbelievably erotic sight . . . and one that caught me utterly by surprise.

Did I hear Amy right? Did she say: ". . . we don't need him right now?" I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't believe it when Amy took Karin's hand, walked with her to the VCR and popped in a tape I didn't know she had. The, the two of them turned and faced me, and Karin said sexily: "You wanna watch another movie? I think you'll like the one we've picked out for you. . ." The tape started, and it was titled "Girls Who Get It On." 

Silently, Amy and Karin stood together by the TV while the first few minutes of this new movie rolled. I could tell immediately from the short footage of each actress at the start of the movie that it was pretty hardcore. It looked like every scene in the movie was going to be filled with girl-girl sex or three-ways with two girls and one guy. 

"Look like something that might interest you?" my wife asked me provocatively. I just looked at her, then said: "you know it does, Amy . . . yes . . ."

"Maybe you need to see a little more to make sure, though," she continued, as if I hadn't said a word. She hit the fast-forward button, then stopped the tape at a scene where two women were kissing, obviously as a prelude to "doing" each other. "Why don't you have a seat on the couch and watch a little bit." I did as I was told, now almost certain that things weren't going to be stopping with the movie on the TV. 

I was right, too. Silently, Karin went to the closet in the hall and brought back a large, very soft comforter with a couple of huge pillows, and she placed them on the floor between me and the TV. Then, she and Amy sat down together on the comforter, out of my line of sight to the TV but definitely in plain sight in front of me. "Are you enjoying the movie, darling?", Amy asked me. Again, "yeah, I am . . ."

We all sat and watched the movie for a few minutes, and the scene of two beautiful women licking each other's pussies got me real excited. Amy knew it would, too, and I could tell that the two friends on the floor in front of me were also getting into it. Finally, Amy said softly: "Would you like to see a live movie scene, Tim?" As she said that, she and Karin leaned toward one another again, and as I was saying "oh, yeah", they wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing again. This time, though, Karin eased Amy back onto the comforter as they were kissing, and she rolled over so that she was almost on top of Amy. Then, Amy pushed her up a little, so Karin was straddling her chest, and helped Karin lift the T-shirt over her head. Karin's breasts were now bare, and her hardened nipples, coupled with that incredibly sexy look on Karin's face - - you know the one I'm talking about, guys, the one that graces a woman's face when she's really aroused, made it clear that Karin was beyond the point of turning back now - - she was on fire inside. 

Her breasts now free, Karin leaned back down and they kissed some more. Their tongues and soft lips played with one another so tenderly. The sight of two women kissing passionately is one of the most unbelievable turn-ons for any man, and here were two gorgeous women - - my wife and her long-time friend - - doing it right before my eyes. When Amy's lips moved from Karin's lips to her nipples, it got even better. Amy tongued them for what seemed like a long time, paying lots of attention to the tips but also every now and then licking the undersides of her breasts as well as between them, all the time making sure I could see her tongue at work. I could, and it was incredible.

It got even more incredible when Karin eased Amy's bra straps from her shoulders, unsnapped the bra from the front and slipped it off Amy. My wife's familiar tits looked so sexy like that, especially with Karin still astride her. Karin leaned down and spent some time returning the tender attention Amy had given to her breasts, and Amy lay back, her eyes almost closed, apparently relishing the feelings Karin was giving her. They continued like that until, slowly and seductively, Karin began to slide herself upward toward Amy's face. Amy didn't move, and Karin didn't stop, until Karin's bare pussy was right over Amy's mouth. My loving wife then did what I never thought I'd see her do - - she stuck out her tongue and began to probe Karin's very wet slit with it. She was a bit tentative at first, it seemed, but it only took a moment before Amy was licking her friend's pussy hard . . . just the way I like to do it to Amy . . . and Karin began to hunch herself against Amy's tongue until, finally, she gasped and came. In a matter of minutes, things had progressed from what I thought was going to be a night of wonderful sex with my wife and had become an even more wonderful fulfillment of a long-time fantasy of mine. 

If everything had stopped right there, I would have been satisfied. I never even imagined how exciting it actually was to see my wife make love to another woman. But it was far from over that night, as things turned out. Amy . . . my passionate, loving Amy . . . treated me to a night that was more exciting than any porno flick ever made. 

After Karin came, she slid back down off Amy's face, and my wife turned to me and said: "Was that kinda what you had in mind?" 

"Amy . . . baby . . . that was fantastic . . . you two look so sexy together . . . incredible . . ."

Karin looked over and said to me: "You're right . . . that was incredible . . . and now it's Amy's turn . . ."

She continued to slide downward on Amy, and Amy took her hands and guided Karin's head lower, until it was directly over her pussy. Then, Amy said to Karin: "Show him that women like to eat pussy, too . . ." 

And Karin did. She pushed Amy's legs wide open, licking up and down the inside of both of Amy's thighs, then took her fingers and spread Amy's pussy as wide as she could get it before plunging her face right into it. She alternated between soft licks and hard tongue strokes, in and out, fucking Amy with her tongue. Amy began to moan and squirm, like she was getting close to coming. The look of Karin's head between Amy's wide-open legs, with the white lace-top stockings and garter belt still in place, was overwhelmingly powerful, and I couldn't help rubbing my own cock as I watched them.

But Karin didn't let Amy come that way . . . at least, not yet. Instead, she got one of the pillows and eased it under Amy's hips, causing her pussy to thrust upward, even more exposed to my view and Karin's carnal assault. Then, Karin took several fingers and began to slide them in and out of Amy's pussy, varying her speeds, and Amy started to squirm even more. Karin kept it up this time, using the thumb of her other hand to rub Amy's clit until Amy exploded into a massive orgasm. Karin didn't stop until she calmed down completely, though the intensity of her tantalizing fingers and thumb diminished as Amy's climax subsided. My wife looked over at me with a sort of glazed look that said: "well, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did . . ." And I did.

They still weren't through, though. I sat and watched the two sultry beauties bring each other off once more in a spell-binding "69" session that left both of them gasping, and left me about ready to blast off in my pants. Before they were done, they'd licked each other's asses, fingered one another in every hole they had, and teased and tantalized me until I thought I could stand it no longer. Then, they finished by both crawling over to me and undoing my pants so Karin could give me the blowjob of my life while Amy jacked my cock into Karin's mouth. When I began to come, Amy took me in her mouth and sucked me until I stopped shooting, then she and Karin kissed, each tasting my cum and swabbing it back and forth in their mouths for a long time before they both swallowed all that they had. 

I didn't end up having sex with Karin that night, and I only came once, but it was one of the most erotic, memorable nights of my entire life. Karin stayed the night, and slept in our bed with us - - I was sandwiched between the two of them. I woke up the next morning to Amy's warm, wet mouth swallowing my cock again, and when she got it good and hard, we fucked with a passion and power we'd not had just between ourselves in a long time, maybe even more so than after the Lake Tahoe trip. Karin lay in the bed beside us and watched, and she told us when she left that it was one of the best parts of the weekend for her to see us doing it like that. She said she could understand now why I enjoyed watching Amy so much, and while she'd like to talk to her husband about it - - "yeah, right", she'd said as she left, though. She and Amy exchanged a long, wet kiss before Karin left. 

Amy and I continued to talk a lot in the weeks that followed the night with Karin. I told Amy that the things that had happened to us since "That Morning" - - the things we'd tried and the things we'd both enjoyed so much - - had exceeded even the wildest dreams I'd ever conjured up. I told her that, in my eyes, she was a sexual goddess and the most desirable woman I could ever imagine being married to, and that in my mind, in our normal day-to-day life, my Amy was the perfect mother to our kids, the perfect hostess to our friends and family, and my best friend, too. I loved going places with her, I said, regardless of where it was. We argued less than ever before, and spent a lot more time together, too - - not just in the bedroom but in every aspect of our lives. 

Amy agreed, too. She told me that, because we'd shared so much, she felt like she could say anything to me, without fear of rejection or judgment, and that she felt like her opinions mattered and that I really cared the way she thought and felt about things . . . not just sex, but about everything else, too. She said that her confidence in herself had also grown, and that she felt more like a complete woman than she'd ever felt before. At first, she'd questioned my motives for encouraging her to consider what was, at first mention, a shocking sort of conduct for a happily married couple. She said, though, that my reactions had been so genuine, and so consistent, that she now knew I was sincere when I'd first brought it up. And she admitted that she truly did enjoy the variety . . . the spice . . . and, yes, the great sex . . . that she'd experienced since that first night with Greg in Lake Tahoe. Amy admitted, too, that she didn't want things to go back to the way they were - - that while what we did was certainly "off the beaten path" for most married couples, it was sure working for us - - both of us. She said she imagined that most men would doubt their own masculinity and attractiveness if their wives so willingly did what she'd done, especially right in front of me, but that in her eyes, I was more of a man for letting her express herself like that. She loved my self-confidence, she said - - she found it very sexy - - and that she loved how I was so willing to put her needs and desires over my own. When she said this, I reminded her that it wasn't really selfless from my standpoint, even though I appreciated her seeing it that way. For reasons I can't fully explain, I just get incredibly turned on watching her with someone else, and I can't just say with other men now, either.




Opening Lines Ch. 03



Our sexual odyssey had taken yet another step, and we were both OK with how far it'd gone this time, too. What would be next? Well, there is still more to tell about our journey as a couple, but it'll have to wait until I have time to put it all down in print. In the meantime, though, Amy told me she's read my original submission "Opening Lines", and like any woman, she wants to add her two cents to our story. Since I'm supposedly the writer in the family (according to her, that is . . . I guess based on all of my years of ENGINEERING EXPERIENCE . . . but what I really think is she just didn't want to take the time to do it herself . . . yeah, that's right, Amy), she's told me what she wants to say, and I've written it down, and I've let her read it so she can be sure it says what she wants it to say (or as close as I could get, at least). So, here goes . . . Amy's view, in her own words, about everything that's happened and how it has affected us. It includes references to things which happened but I haven't yet written about, so it may be a little confusing, but rather than trying to edit it or straighten it out later, I'm just going to "let her go."

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Hi, It's me, Amy. I told my husband Tim that I wanted to put into words, as best I can, my reaction to the whole situation we experienced "That Morning", as he calls it, and to all the things that have happened to us and our marriage in the years since then. Well, here goes - -

The first thing I'd like to make clear is that I can finally admit it - - I really like sex. The odd part is that I've always felt that way. Until recently, though, for some crazy reason I can't even remember now, I didn't want my husband to know how much I liked it. Actually, sex is a beautiful, glorious expression of feelings and sensations in our bodies that simply can't be described - - can anyone really describe just how an orgasm feels? There are so many incredible ways to achieve those feelings and sensations, and those ways are limited only by the imaginations of the lovers enjoying them. There aren't any rules at all, and there aren't any barriers of any kind, that should keep a man and woman from doing something - - anything whatsoever - - with one another if it pleases both of them to do it. The way I look at it, so long as lovers are both all right with what they're doing and how they do it (and it doesn't hurt someone else along the way), there's nothing at all that should be off limits. It took me a long time to figure that out, but I know it now, and I'm still kicking myself for wasting all those years in my twenties - - my so-called "sexual prime" - - and denying myself (and my husband, too, of course) pleasures I should've been enjoying and giving all along.

I don't care who you are, if you're a woman who's totally honest with herself, you've got to admit having a nice-looking, sexy man touching you, kissing you, doing things to your body, and doing them just to please you is wonderful. If there's no guilt (and when you're having sex with your husband, or with his permission, there's nothing at all to feel guilty about), and if there's no deceit involved, the pure physical pleasure a woman gets from sex with an attractive, well-endowed guy is so, so nice. What always complicate things are the relationship issues, not the sex itself. Just think about it on a more philosophical level for a minute. There are lots of things we routinely let others do to our bodies which make us feel good - - massages, exercise, facials, pedicures, just to name a few - - and these kinds of things are all perfectly acceptable. There's not much of a difference, at least from a pure flesh standpoint, in letting someone else make the really good parts of our bodies feel wonderful, too, or in doing it for someone else. 

Once I got over the shock of Tim telling me his fantasy of watching me have sex with another man, and after I read all those e-mails and chat room comments, I realized that if he wanted something like that, and I was OK with it, too, then it didn't really matter what anyone else thought. Who cares whether a "good girl" would do it? All that mattered was whether it was good for us, and whether it was good for our marriage. I confess that I don't really know all that goes on in my husband's mind. But, I had to trust what he said when he told me it excited him, and that he'd like for it to happen. In our case, I was right to trust him, and our marriage is much better off for it.

Though a little unorthodox, maybe, it's another way I can express my love for him, too. I know he likes it. In many ways, it's just like selecting a Christmas gift . . . I want to give him what he wants, even if maybe it's not something I would have picked out myself. I don't consider myself a slut or a whore, and I'm not one. Instead, I consider myself a loving partner, giving my husband what he wants and enjoying what he wants for me. What we do isn't wrong, either - - both Tim and I have enjoyed my sexual escapades with others each time I've done it, and if we're both OK with it, then the hell with what anyone else thinks. I haven't had any guilt, either, ever since that first wonderful night with Greg. Since then, I've been with other men a number of other times, including an incredibly exciting night I spent alone (with Tim's agreement, of course) with a passionate Mexican lover in his townhouse in Cancun, and a "power fuck" evening (yes, I know, it sounds pretty vulgar, but that's what it was) with a black businessman named Barry, who I met at a resort while Tim was at a training seminar. For you ladies who haven't "gone black" before, you owe it to yourself to try it, at least once. Picture a 12" log of black male flesh, as thick as a baseball bat, with a knob on it the size of a pool ball (well, almost), that stayed rock hard, no matter where I put it, and erupted like the geyser "Old Faithful" - - hot, wet and steamy. In his case, at least, the legend was sure true! If something like that didn't intimidate my husband or make him feel inferior, nothing could, and it sure didn't. And you know what, the best orgasm I had the whole trip came (bad pun) from Tim's cock in our own bed - - just the two of us - - the next morning.

Back to the points I'm trying to make. At first, I had incredible doubts about whether Tim really wanted what he said, or if he was just saying it for some other reason he wasn't telling me. I wondered if he was suggesting it to see if I'd agree, so he could use it against me somehow. I wondered if he was hoping that if I'd say yes to what he wanted, the next thing he'd ask for was if he could do it with other women, too. I wondered if he was testing me to see if I'd already done something like that (which I hadn't), and to see if I'd confess it to him. I wondered if he was bored with me and was looking for a way to ease out of our relationship by hoping I'd find someone new. I wondered about all of these things, and more, until my late night snooping on the Internet began to make me think that - - just maybe - - he really did want this kind of a thing for us. I was terrified when I took a chance and trusted him, but he's proven worthy of that trust. I know now that he loves me, more than anything and anyone, and that our marriage is strong enough to withstand anything. Every time I've done something like this since that first time in Lake Tahoe, he's always been so loving and considerate of me. I know for sure that he hasn't lost his own sexual self-esteem - - and, if anything, I find him to be even sexier than ever before. He's told me he feels the same about me, too.

Even after I agreed to try this, I had doubts. The first couple of times we went out "looking", I purposely danced a bit seductively with a couple of guys, just to see what my husband's reaction would be. Would he be jealous or angry? Would he act hurt? Would it make him doubt himself? There were none of these reactions; he handled it just fine, and when we'd go home afterward, our lovemaking was inspired and hot. So, he really did seem to like the idea.

I tell you, girls, there's a lot more I get out of it than just really great sex, too. I realize now that, subconsciously, I've always felt like I have to be the one in control when I have sex with a man. I don't know why, I just do. I think that this "control" idea was behind a kind of "I don't do that" attitude I had with my husband for a long time, but it turns out I wasn't really in control as much as I thought. I've always known he likes sex lots of different ways, especially oral sex, and I felt like I was "controlling" things if I made sure he couldn't have it his way. Actually, though, other people's attitudes were "controlling" me. Other people don't love me the way my husband does. When I take Tim's cock in my mouth, the way I know he likes, he's under my absolute "control" - - with my husband, at least, his response to good sex is to treat me the way I like to be treated . . . tenderness, considerate of my needs and wants, respect, helpfulness and all of the other traits a wife wants from a husband. Now, who thinks that's such a bad thing, huh? It's not, of course, and that's the way he's always been. My own attitudes, not my husband, got in the way of getting this kind of a response from him. How many nights did I waste, nights when I knew he wanted to slip his head between my legs and "do me" like that but I wouldn't let him? You all know how good a man's tongue and mouth can make you feel, and in Tim's case, there's no limit to what he'll do, or how long he'll do it, to pleasure me like that, if I'd just let him do it. Nowadays, I do, and he really does it, too! Now he knows he can "do me" like that any time he wants. Sometimes, I ask him to do it!

This "control" thing is an important part of it for me. My husband respects me, I think. Even in our own bedroom, he's respected whatever limits I've set for us (though I'm sure he didn't always like those limits). I know he wants me to make my own decisions, and to be responsible for my own actions. When I have sex with someone else, I'm in total control, unless I want to relinquish it, like I did one time when we went on a trip to Hilton Head. I don't have any "relationship" things to worry about with another man, either, since I'm not in it for "love", except for the love of my husband. The only way anything happens is if I want it. The only other one with any say-so is my husband (as it should be), and he says so long as I'm OK with it, I draw all the lines. I'm never pressured to do anything, certainly by the other men and not even by my husband. Tim's made it clear that this is for me as much as it is for him, and that if I don't like something, or someone, all I have to do is say so and that'll be it. My "total control" of things has actually made things even more wonderful for me sexually, and once I got past old hang-ups of what I should or shouldn't do, I've found that I like everything! Those old hang-ups are really nothing more than "controls" put on you by others, and I don't need them, any more than I need anyone else telling me what to do or not to do. Maybe I'll find something about sex someday that I don't like, but right now, all I can say is I've really liked everything that I've done for my lovers, and that they've done for me, ever since "That Morning". Wow, I'm starting to get wet and horny just telling Tim about it!

Just because I have all this "control" doesn't mean that I don't want to give something back to my husband or my lovers. Of course, I want to . . . and believe me, I do. I want to excite them, to make them fantasize about me. I want to tantalize, to tease, to inflame them. Sometimes, I even like to get a little submissive and let them run the show. I love to drive a man crazy with desire and then slowly, but surely, satisfy every one of his desires . . . and even some he didn't know he had. I'm not just a tease, either. I get a lot of pleasure from giving him pleasure, and from getting him aroused. And it gets me excited, too, when I think of someone wanting me so bad that his cock swells and starts to leak. And when I think about what I can do with his cock when it's like that, I get really aroused. I want to turn him inside out, to leave him completely drained and totally satisfied - - "all fucked out", as they say. I like a man's body, and I like making his cock get hard, and I like what it can do for me when it's hard, and I really like making a man come. I even like the taste of a man coming . . . how about that? For a long time, I was like lots of other women . . . I thought "that's too gross to be good". . . but I was wrong. I was letting what I'd heard from others (that damn "good girl" again) make my decision for me. It turns out that each guy is a little bit different from the others, just like some cookies are better than others, but every man tastes GOOD, I have found. It's odd that men are usually a lot more open-minded about the taste of sex than women, and as any self-respecting woman would be, it's hard for me to admit that a man is more open-minded than a woman about ANYTHING! But they are . . . I've even had them slip down there and "clean me up" after they've filled me up. I can't think of much (well, really, I can't think of anything right now) that I won't do for a man, or to a man, if I want to please him and make him come. The same is true for what I want from a man. I like men to "cover all my bases", if you know what I mean. My husband has really enjoyed this part of our newly broadened marriage, and so have I. A really important part of it all is that Tim's involved in it with me. On the occasions when he's there, I can see his face, touch him and make sure that he's not had a change of heart about what's going on. When he's not there, I've got a special way of telling him hot stories when I get home about what happened, and he always knows where I am and who I'm with if he's not there, so I know he's picturing me in action, and that he's "hardly" able to wait until I get home to hear about it. If he ever has a problem with what I'm doing, all of this'll stop in a heartbeat. Sure, I like it a lot, and yes, it's for me as much as for him, but I love him with all my being, with all my heart, and I'll never risk any damage to our marriage just to have sex with someone else. That was part of my reluctance to this whole thing in the first place.

Another thing I like is that when my husband's there, he gets to join in. I know he likes that part, and I really do, too. First, it reassures me that he still finds me sexually attractive. I know he likes the part about watching me, don't get me wrong, and I've gotten where I really like that, too. Sometimes, watching what I'm doing to some other guy, or what he's doing to me, gives my husband ideas about all kinds of tantalizing things we can do in our own bedroom, and he's been very creative so far! And yes, girls, that way I can get my hands (and mouth and pussy and any other place I can find) on at least two cocks at the same time. It sounds really kind of shocking, I know, but don't knock it until you try it. We ladies have three nice, wet places to put a man's hard, throbbing cock or his flickering tongue, and having "men at work" in two, or even all three, of those places at the same time is intensely pleasurable. 

Even before an adventure we had in an apartment one afternoon with two guys I met at the gym, my husband and I had talked about adding a third guy to the mix, just to see how I'd like it. In fact, we had a chance to do that earlier with two pro golfers we met one night in a bar in San Diego after they'd failed to make the cut for a major tournament. I flirted like crazy with both of them, and they were ready to go for anything, I'm pretty sure. Tim, like always, said it was up to me. The idea of filling every hole I've got with the best part of a man is really exciting, and having three tongues licking me in all the right spots at the same time sounds incredibly hot, and it is, believe me. Well, I backed off at the last minute that time - - I guess I just wasn't ready yet - - but I know now that I missed out on some incredible sex that night. I've made up for lost time since then, though, including a wild night I spent following a NASCAR race . . . and I'm glad I did. The idea of having sex with several men at once may sound a little extreme, I know, but it's really fantastic with the right guys, and like I said, I can think of all kinds of amazing things to make happen with several willing studs in my bed at once, all standing at attention and ready to please. 

I've kind of gotten away from the point of mentioning all of this in the first place, but I might as well mention two other topics, too - - swapping and other women. 

This might sound a little odd, but I thought a whole lot more about swapping than I think Tim did. That's because the way things started out, I was always the one who got someone else to play with. Swapping, however, meant my husband could also try a little new pussy. Now, this will probably surprise you, but at first, I wasn't completely OK with him doing all those things to another woman that he likes so much to do to me! Wasn't that really being selfish, you say? Probably, but it gets back to "control" - - I don't have much of a say in what they're doing. Besides, of the two of us, Tim likes watching more than I do. In our talks, my husband's always said that his getting another woman is not important to him, and that he's perfectly OK with my being the one to have others. I believe him, too, I really do, so I've resolved in my own mind that a little swapping, every now and then, is OK if the circumstances are right, like they were one afternoon before a college football game back at our alma mater. I know Tim had a fantastic experience that day, because I saw him doing it. And I couldn't blame him . . . the woman he was with was really hot and sexy, and I've even tasted her the same way he did, so I know how good she was. If there's anything I've learned in all of this, it's not to say "no" to anything until you've thought a lot more about it and until a situation comes up where you have to consider saying it. So far, that's only happened once, at a swingers' club we visited briefly one night in Kansas City. I'm not saying that anything is wrong with clubs like that, but it certainly wasn't the right place for us.

Which brings me to the subject of other women . . . and what I mean here is other women for me, not him. I know he fantasized for a long time about seeing me with other women, because he's told me so. I'm not gay, and I'm not a lesbian, but I don't think you have to be either one to make love with another woman. Until a crazy night at the beach with my husband and my college roommate, I'd never done it, but I think each of you ladies out there would agree, if you're honest with yourselves, that you've looked at other women before and have admired their bodies . . . their softness, their femininity, and yes, even their sexiness. I know I have. A woman's nude body is beautiful - - why do you think there are so many paintings by great artists devoted solely to the female body? Even before that first time with Karin, I'd tasted myself when I kissed my husband or a boyfriend after he'd licked my pussy, and the taste and smell of a woman are natural and nice for me. I'd hugged and kissed lots of women before, too, even though not sexually and not on the lips. Before we were married, Tim was in a threesome with two women, and he said it was incredible. According to him, those women weren't gay or lesbians, either (and judging from what he's told me, they had to at least like it both ways because they sure knew how to get him off), and yet he says they touched, kissed and pleased one another that night, too. He, of course, loved it, and said they did, too. He's described the tenderness of their kisses and touches, how their tongues and fingertips so softly teased and aroused each other's bodies, and how they seemed to know just where and how to touch each other for maximum pleasure. He got a massive hard on as he described it. And you know what? I know how he feels. It's a huge turn on for a woman, too. Since that first time with Karin, I've been in twosomes, threesomes or moresomes with other women on a number of occasions, and it was magical, just as Tim described it, with them, too. If it turns out that any more women end up in bed with us, I won't have a problem with Tim enjoying them, too, if he wants - - and he hasn't not wanted to yet. 




Opening Lines Ch. 03



OK . . . so, that's it. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed to admit it. I enjoy sex with others, especially so when my husband watches, and we both enjoy my telling him really hot stories about what happened when he's not there. We both get a lot out of it, and it's been good for our marriage. It may not be for everyone, and we don't claim to have all the answers for every couple, but it sure works for us. Think about your own situation and compare it to our story, and you might decide that opening lines of communication is right for you, too. If you have questions for yourself, the chat rooms are good places to start, not to mention lots of other places on the Internet, all of which are great sources of more information, too. That's where I started, and this is where I'll end.

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Well, folks. There you have it. Talk to you soon, maybe.



Opening Lines Ch. 04



This is another follow-up to the opening of the relationship between me and my wife Amy. It's about husbands and wives and sex with others. It's a free country, folks, so if you don't like reading about that particular subject, you don't have to read any further. Editorial comments are welcome, but for those of you who feel the need to comment on lifestyle or morality issues, surely you have better things to do with your time. And, for those who claim they dislike the subject matter (and who are not actually doing the very same types of things themselves) . . . try it . . . you might like it.

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Amy and I had dated for about two years before we got married. We'd both grown up in northern California, about 50 miles from where we live now, but we didn't meet until we were juniors in college at Northern Arizona. Amy was rooming with her friend Karin at the time . . . in fact, throughout her sophomore, junior and senior years. I knew Amy had other boyfriends at the time we began dating, and I'd been dating other girls, too. This continued for the first couple of months we were going out, but as we realized we were falling in love with one another and our relationship got more serious, we stopped dating others. Neither of us asked the other to do it; we just stopped, and neither of us regretted it, I know. I was head over heels about Amy long before I thought she was that way about me, and like most young guys, I was a bit of the jealous type that didn't like the idea of my girl going out (translated into college-guy talk "having sex") with others. Times change, huh?

Any way, Amy was not known as an "easy" girl, by any means, but she wasn't a virgin when I met her, either. In fact, after we'd gone out for a little more than a month, she let me get a little more intimate with her as we went along. First, it was mutual hand jobs in my car outside the dorm, just before curfew one night. It gradually progressed to the time when we stole away for a weekend together, just the two of us, and rented a cheap motel room right there in town (it was all I could afford, and it seemed like a palace at the time). We told our parents we were going to the football team's away game with friends that weekend, so they wouldn't worry if they called and couldn't find us. We went away, all right, and we were with friends (each other), but the only "game" was what we did in the room for two full days and nights. We hadn't slept together up to that point, but I think both of us knew that's where we were headed that weekend. There was lots of heavy petting that Friday night, but still no intercourse (what a terrible word). When I awakened the next morning, though, I saw Amy lying there next to me, looking so unbelievably beautiful, and it just came out "Amy, I'm in love with you." She opened her eyes, whispered "I love you, too, Tim," and ignited a weekend of almost non-stop love-making. By Sunday night, our relationship had changed forever, and it was so much for the better. By the time we checked out of that motel, Amy and I knew every inch of each other's bodies. We did it orally, manually and the good, old-fashioned man-inside-woman way. After that weekend, there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for Amy if she'd asked. I didn't see anyone else from that point forward, and neither did she (or so she says).

As the years have gone by, my love for her has grown but my jealousy has faded. In fact, it was the subject of my thinking about Amy being with others that caused the huge fight that ultimately led to "That Morning", but not without a lot of anger and discomfort before we got there. 

A little more than a year after the evening in Tahoe that transformed our marriage, Amy called me at work and asked if I'd like to go back to campus for a nostalgic weekend of football. Northern Arizona was playing Southern Utah, a perennial loser of a program, so there was a good chance we'd win. I know Amy's not anywhere near the football fan I am, so I knew this was more for my benefit than hers. I immediately accepted her offer, and we made plans for the kids - - good old Aunt Wendy again, of course. I even suggested we stay at the same little motel from so many years ago, and I was surprised, and pleased, and disappointed, when Amy said she'd already checked that out, but it wasn't there any more. She said that Karin wanted to come, too, and that she'd invited her husband (who hadn't gone to school with us) to join us. She told me Karin sounded a little disappointed that he'd declined, but she still wanted to come. It sounded to me like Karin was on the verge of big problems with her husband, if she wasn't already there, because they never went anywhere together. I knew Amy was worried for her friend, so I didn't make my normal allusion to that night the three of us spent together at the beach six months earlier. I didn't say it didn't cross my mind, because things like that always cross my mind, but it didn't seem be appropriate to mention it at the time. Amy said that even though her husband wasn't coming, Karin had made reservations for two rooms at the nicest hotel in town, so it didn't sound like that idea was on their minds, either. Oh, well. A guy can at least dream, can't he?

Flagstaff is hard to get to from anywhere. We flew to Phoenix late Friday night and drove a rental car up there. Karin had already arrived by the time we got there, and she'd checked us in. We were both tired from the trip, so we kissed good night and collapsed into deep sleep. The cool, thin mountain air helped that sleep, and when we awakened, we were both refreshed and ready to go wherever the day might take us.

Northern Arizona has an intriguing wooden-domed stadium, and it plays most of its home games at night. The Southern Utah game was no exception, so we'd planned a late morning brunch with Karin and some other old friends from the area. After that, I'd planned to lie in the hotel room, watch football all afternoon and drink a few beers before heading for the game. Amy said she planned to hang out with friends instead of watching football, and I could come along with her if I wanted. I asked her who she was going to be "hanging out" with, and she said with a kind of coy, teasing voice: "Karin and Ted."

Ted. Now there was a name from the past. Ted was one of the guys who was hot and heavy after Amy when I first began dating her. She had dated him for a few months before we met, and continued to see him for a while even after we began to go out. I had always figured (but didn't know for sure) that she'd gotten intimate with him. He was a nice-looking, athletic guy who was a popular guy around the campus, and I guessed that he wouldn't have gone out with Amy for so long if she wasn't satisfying at least some of a man's basic needs.

Even though Amy and I had been able to talk incredibly freely about all matters involving sex for some time now, she'd still never put names with previous sexual episodes from her past, and it's never been important enough to me to pursue those names. Why was she acting like that when she mentioned Ted's name?

"Karin and Ted, huh? Is that the same Ted you used to date?" I figured as much, but I wanted to know for sure.

"Yeah, he's the one. He lives in Scottsdale. Karin ran into him in the lobby when she got here last night, and they had a few drinks and laughs in the bar before bed. And no, they didn't go to bed together." How about that? My wife knew me so well now that she was answering my question (in itself a rare event) even before I asked it.

"So, how is good old Ted?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. But he's going to meet me and Karin in the bar right after brunch, and then we'll probably go up to her room to talk for a while. We'd come up here, but I didn't want to interrupt your precious football games," she teased me. "Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

"Call me when you're ready to leave the bar. The Stanford-USC game should be over by then," I said.

"You and your football," she replied in a voice that could easily have been mistaken for semi-upset. But I knew she wasn't when she continued: "Sounds good. Enjoy the game. I'll call you later." And off she went.

The brunch was fun. There were probably 20 of us there, at one time or another, and it was interesting to catch up on the families and careers of our old classmates. I left right before the Stanford game started on TV. Amy stayed and talked. 

An hour and a half later, Amy called. Ted had shown up, and they were leaving the bar, she said, headed to Karin's room. She sounded a little bit giddy, as if they'd had more than a pop or two after lunch. "OK, I'll be there in a little while," I said. The Stanford game only had a couple of minutes to go, and my bet with my neighbor - - for lunch the next week - - was on the line. 

Stanford won, luckily, and as soon as the game was over, I went to Karin's room to find Amy. She met me at the door and gave me a big kiss. I walked inside to find Karin and Ted sitting on the couch. We exchanged "hellos" and Ted got up to shake my hand. I was surprised to find that despite my sexual open-mindedness with Amy and all we'd been through recently, I still felt a twinge of jealousy when I shook his hand. I could tell from looking at Amy that she was perfectly relaxed and at ease with the situation, though, so I quickly relaxed, too. I grabbed a beer from the cooler against the wall and sat down in the chair by the window that faced back into the room. Amy came over and sat on the arm of the chair, leaning up against me with her arm around me. I could feel her soft breasts against my shoulder.

"How was the game?" Amy asked.

"Bob owes me lunch," I said with a smile. "What have you all been up to?"

"Just talking and reminiscing, you know, the good old days," Karin said. 

"It's too bad Michael couldn't be here," I ventured to Karin. I guess a little part of me wanted to see what kind of reaction I might get from her. I wasn't trying to be mean, but just to see if I could tell where she stood with her husband. 

Her reaction was a little surprising. She smiled and said "actually, I'm very happy he didn't come. I've been needing to let my hair down a little, and a nice weekend away, with good friends and good drinks and a hotel room all to myself is just what I've been needing."

"So you're enjoying yourself so far, huh, Karin?"

"That's right, Tim. I am. Surprised?"

"No, no . . . of course not. I'm just concerned for my wife's friend, that's all," I said.

"Thanks, Tim . . . I mean it . . . but I'm OK, really. This has been fun for me so far."

Amy popped up: "So, Tim, we've decided not to ruin her good time by letting a little thing like the football game tonight interfere. Karin's not going after all . . . but don't worry, I'll still go . . . if you want me to." I could tell Amy wasn't all that fired up about it. She was having too much fun with her friends, it sounded like to me.

"Ted gave his tickets to a client of his architectural firm, so he's not going, either," Karin said. Ted's firm had apparently designed the stadium and had received a sky box in the dome as part of its fee. He got to see all of the games, so missing one wouldn't be a big loss for him.

"So what are you guys going to do?" I asked.

"Well, actually, Tim . . . that sorta depends on you," Karin said as she got up off the couch and walked toward me. Amy got up at the same time and stepped aside so Karin could sit down where she'd been. What was going on here?

What happened next made that an even better question. Amy took Karin's place on the couch next to Ted, and Karin leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I sat there, a little astounded, and Karin pulled away for a moment. "Come on, now, Tim, I know you can do better than that." And then she leaned down and kissed me again, this time her tongue parting my lips and doing a little wiggle in my mouth.

She broke the kiss after a minute or so, and I saw Amy and Ted watching us intently. Amy was smiling.

"Like I said, Tim, it sorta depends on you," Karin continued. "I've got a really good idea, but you have to agree with it."

I was really intrigued now. "What's your idea?"

"Well, I know there are certain things that you and Amy really enjoy, and Amy's told me you've said you'd like to know what she did with other guys back in college." That was exactly what I'd told Amy the night, more than a year ago, when we'd had that huge fight. So she'd shared that with Karin, too, huh?

"Well, yeah, I said that."

I heard Amy's voice: "So, how bad do you want to know?"

I looked over and she was still sitting there by Ted. His arm was around her now, and her hand was on his leg.

"How bad do I want to know?" What a great response by me - - Mr. Quick-On-His-Feet.

"You heard me, darling. Tell me how bad you'd like to know." 

"I'd love to know . . . you know that."

Karin whispered in my ear: "Then tell her 'show me.' Tell your wife you want her to show you."

"Then show me, Amy," I said, still a little stunned at what had so quickly turned into an incredibly arousing situation. 

"I think he means it," I heard Karin say as I felt her hand squeezing my rapidly hardening cock.

"While we were talking, darling, Karin reminded me of a night I'd told her about, one that I'd spent with Ted right before I met you. It was the best night he ever had with me, that's for sure, because when I met you, it wasn't long before you were all I could think about. Any way, it was a really good night, and I thought you might like to see what happened. I know how you are . . ."

She knew how I was, all right. And she was right.

I didn't have to answer this time. Karin did it for me. "So, Amy, I think you told me it started in Ted's apartment, when he gave you a foot massage. Was that right?"

"Right, Karin. I was tired from a long geology field trip to the Grand Canyon we'd taken that day, and when I got to Ted's apartment, I kicked off my shoes . . . like this." She took her shoes off. "Then, he told me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a foot rub."

"What'd you tell him," asked Karin, the perfect "straight man" for this little act.

"Of course, I said 'yes', so he got on his knees in front of me and began massaging them . . . show him how you did it, Ted."

Ted pushed the glass coffee table out of the way and got on his knees in front of her, taking one of Amy's bare feet in his hands and beginning to rub it sensuously.

"Yeah, just like that . . . that's the way you did it," said Amy. 

Karin leaned over and kissed me again while Ted was working on Amy's feet, and her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. She got it undone, pulled it back off my shoulders and off of me, and then she kissed one of my nipples, tonguing it teasingly before coming back up to watch what was going on nearby on the couch.

"He worked on my feet, and it felt really good . . . so good that I began to feel a little tingle between my legs as well," Amy continued. "All I had on was a pair of jeans and a tank top (in Karin's hotel room, she was wearing a short skirt and an open-collared shirt). Ted told me that he'd be happy to do my legs, too, and they were really aching, so I stood up and took my jeans off. Then all I had on were my top and a pair of bikini panties."

Amy stood up and took off her skirt, then sat back down on the couch. Ted moved up a little closer, until he was barely between her legs. Karin was still on the arm of the chair, but got up, took her own shirt off and sat back down sideways in my lap. She now had on only a lacy, skimpy bra and a pair of really tight jeans. I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock poking into her butt, but there was nothing I could do to hide it . . . and it didn't seem like that would be necessary, any way.

"Ted finished with my other foot, then began to work his hands up the insides of both of my legs at the same time . . . slowly, stopping every inch or two to gently knead and massage my tired leg muscles. It felt great. I could tell from his touch that he was getting turned on, and I was, too. My pussy was getting really wet, and I could smell myself . . . that thick, sweet fragrance of a woman's arousal. Ted could smell me, too, I knew, and I could feel the wet spot on my panties. I knew Ted could also see it."

I could see Ted doing exactly what Amy was describing . . . and not just in my mind but on the couch right across from me.

"Were you wet because of what he was doing?" Karin asked, still in my lap and now placing my hand on the swell of one of her breasts. Amy could see clearly what Karin was doing, too, and she didn't seem upset at all.

"Partly . . . and partly because of what I knew would come next. When his hands reached my panties, he leaned his face forward and kissed the wet spot on my panties. Then, he kissed the insides of both of my thighs . . . just like he's doing now . . . yeah, Ted, you remember, don't you . . . while his hands pulled my panties off my waist. He got them down about midway on my thighs and then he leaned his face forward again and kissed my bare pussy. I felt a finger slip inside me, too . . . just like he's doing now . . . and he took my little clit between his lips and pulled on it gently . . . yeah, baby, just like that. Tug on it a little . . . oh, right there . . . uh, huh . . . that's so good, Ted."

While Amy was talking, Karin's hands were busy unbuttoning her own jeans and pulling the waistband down so her pussy was exposed, too. She didn't have any panties on, and I could see and smell how turned on she was.

Amy continued. "I was ready to come, right then and there. But Ted liked it better when I waited, so he could eat me really good before I did. I got up and pulled down my panties, like this . . ." and she stood and took them down, stepping out of them before sitting back down, this time on the bed. "And then Ted had all the room he needed for licking everywhere he could get his tongue, and he went to town. He fucked me with his tongue, and I even felt it flicker into my asshole a time or two . . . yeah, Ted, right there . . ." and she scooted her hips forward toward the edge of the bed a little more so Ted's ravaging tongue could cover everything wet it could find. I saw it dart in and out of her ass several times. So she liked an ass-licking from way back when, did she? Why didn't I know that for so long?

Karin had gotten up, too, while Amy was narrating Ted's tongue travels between her legs. Karin was now on her knees in front of me and had pulled me around so I sat squarely in the chair, and she was in the process of pulling my pants and underwear off, at the same time. When they got to my knees, she took off my shoes and socks and quickly slid everything off my legs. I was completely naked, and my cock stuck straight up in the air. All Karin had on was her bra.

All Amy had on was her shirt, and before continuing her story, she had a massive orgasm on Ted's tongue. When she was able to recapture her breath, she said: "Ted made me come big like that. I knew he liked it when I returned the favor, so I got up and took my top off, then undressed him and made him sit on the edge of the bed. I kneeled down between his legs and found his nice, fat cock with that gooey, wet stuff on the end. It always got that way when he ate me. Remember how I asked you 'would you like me to suck on this for you?' and you groaned, Ted . . . just like you're doing now." As she was talking, Amy took off her shirt and bra, then began jacking Ted's rock-hard 8-inch cock up and down with her hands, looking him right in the eye as she did so. He groaned even louder when her mouth descended on him. It probably wasn't like that back then, but now, Amy was able to take even larger cocks completely down her throat, and she was deep-throating Ted all the way down. I could see his hips thrusting upward into her mouth. She took his rhythm easily, and it wasn't hard to imagine that these two had done this before. 




Opening Lines Ch. 04



Karin had sucked my cock before, too, that night at the beach, and that's what she was doing while I watched my wife suck off her former lover. I wondered if Amy was going to completely "return the favor" to Ted by bringing him off in her mouth, but I wasn't wondering too much about it at the moment because Karin was in the process of doing the same thing to me . . . and I knew that's where she was headed if she didn't stop. I figured she'd let me know if she wanted me to stop before getting to that point. She did stop for a moment, but only to look up at me and speak, as if to Amy, saying: "Did he groan when he came, too?"

Amy couldn't answer because her mouth was full of Ted's cock, but I groaned and Karin whispered to me: "Is that groan to tell me you're coming?"

"Uh-huh, I'm just about there," I groaned again. 

"Good, then I'd better get back to work. I don't want to miss a drop." So I had my answer about what Karin wanted, at least. She was down there, playing with my balls and fingering my ass and sucking my cock, begging me to shoot my load of hot, male protein down her throat. I didn't disappoint her, either. She got a full shot of white-hot creamy stuff, which she captured on her tongue before swirling it all in her mouth and then swallowing it all, making a soft, satisfied purring sound as she did so.

Then I finally heard Amy answer. "Yeah, he groaned to let me know he was coming, but so I could shoot him off on my tits. No one but Tim ever got to come in my mouth back then." 

There was my wife, on her knees between another guy's knees, sucking him like there was no tomorrow, and yet when I heard that, I swelled with pride. So, Amy hadn't ever gotten a mouthful from anyone else but me . . . at least before Lake Tahoe, that was. Damn, it's easy for a woman to make a guy feel special, isn't it? And I really did feel special when I heard that . . . that's the crazy part.

I heard Amy again. "But this time, Ted, I want it all . . . give me that hot cum . . . I want it . . . shoot it . . . now . . . that's it . . . oh, that's good" and then all I heard was a slurping noise as my wife received what she'd asked Ted to give her, a mouthful of his cum for her to swallow and enjoy. She seemed to be getting a lot of that recently, and she's never looked better to me. Maybe that's a diet for women that should be touted more on those infomercials. Yeah, right.

Karin had sucked me completely dry, and I was pretty well soft again as I sat there on the chair. Unlike Amy, though, Karin hadn't yet "gotten off." I knew from having watched her with Amy that night that Karin loved getting oral sex, and I love giving it. Here was my chance to really eat my fill, with my wife's full knowledge and consent, and I decided to take advantage of it. I slid off the chair onto the floor, so only the back of my head was on the chair seat. Then, I told Karin to come have a seat, wherever she could find a place on my face. She smiled and turned to Amy, saying: "I thought he'd never ask." 

As Karin was descending onto my face, I heard Amy say: "Darling, Ted and I are going to get comfortable under the covers. Enjoy Karin's 'all-you-can-eat' buffet, and then I'd like for you and Karin to join us."

No problem. Karin tasted terrific, and she loved the thrusts of tongue I gave her pussy and her ass. She was multi-orgasmic, I knew, and I did my best to give her several good ones to remember the trip by. She must have squirmed on my face for 10 minutes, and I would have let her stay even longer, but she saw my cock rising to the occasion again and said "why don't you come on up for air, sugar . . . you can come back to my place for dinner any time you like . . . but now, it looks like we're needed in the bed with those two."

I sat up and looked over at the bed. There was a tent of covers, but I couldn't tell exactly what was going on under them . . . that is, until I saw the tent collapse and the covers get pulled back, revealing Amy lying face-down, gasping, with Ted lying on top of her. I couldn't tell what hole he'd been plugging, but it was clear that he'd been doing it from the rear and she'd really liked it.

"Damn, that was good, Ted . . . you remembered just how I like it, didn't you?"

"And I remember you liked it best when I shot my cum on your back like that," Ted said. "But I didn't quite get there this time."

"Well, I got there enough for both of us that time, baby . . . and you're still not done." She looked over and saw me and Karin standing there, watching, and said: "So, how was your meal?"

"Delicious," I said. 

"Her pussy is sweet, that's for sure, darling."

Karin didn't respond, but got quickly under the covers and curled up next to Amy, kissing her full on the lips. "So's yours, Amy . . . so's yours . . . and I want some of you in a little while . . . I can't help it. But first, we need to get a little something sweet to eat in that pussy of yours, so why don't you finish showing Tim what happened that night in Ted's apartment."

"Glad to, Karin. But I think you should give Ted a little encouragement so he'll be up to the job, sweetie . . ."

Karin didn't hesitate. She rolled Ted off Amy's back and onto his own, then straddled his face with her pussy and lowered her head onto his semi-solid cock. He gave her pussy a good thrashing, just like I had, while she coaxed, tickled, sucked, licked and bit his cock and balls until he stood rock-hard once more. Then she quickly climbed off him and said: "there, Amy, he's ready again. Now, make him come like you did that night."

"Ted, get back over here," Amy said. "Now, show Karin and Tim what we did that night. Remember how I told you I wanted to see you get yourself off, and to have you shoot your cum onto my pussy so I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant?"

"Oh, yeah . . . I remember," he said, sitting up so he was straddling Amy's body on his knees, looking down at her ass as she lay there, still on her stomach from the pounding under the covers she'd received. He began to stroke his own cock. Not at all what I had pictured, but erotic in a different kind of way.

"Remember how I talked dirty to you while you played with yourself? How the more I said, the harder you got and the closer you were to coming for me?"

"Yeah . . . I remember that, all right."

"Remember how I told you I wished you'd stick that big cock of yours right between my ass cheeks and fuck me silly with it? Remember you told me you'd love to, but it'd probably hurt me too much and I wouldn't like it?"

"Yeah . . ."

"Well, Ted, you were wrong . . . I love having my ass fucked. You should have fucked me in the ass that night, Ted . . . I wanted it."

"Do you want it now?" he asked.

"No, Ted, not tonight . . . but you can finger my ass if you want to . . . go ahead, stick a finger in there, see how tight it would have felt around your cock . . . tonight, Tim's going to fuck my ass, though, so you can see how good it would have been." Interesting, I thought. Now, she was taunting and teasing Ted a little, not me.

"You're right, that little ass of yours is really tight," he said as he slowly eased a finger, and then another, into it. 

"Think how good that tight ass is going to feel around Tim's dick in a little while, Ted."

"He's a lucky guy to have you."

"Yes, he is, and he knows it . . . don't you, darling?"

"You know I do, Amy."

"Ted, let me turn over now so you can see my pussy and I can watch you jack off."

She rolled over and pushed him back a little so she could spread her legs and he could see her wide-open at both ends. "See how juicy my pussy is right now? See how red you made it when you fucked me under the covers like that? Do you like seeing my asshole winking at you, too?"

Amy kept talking dirty, and Ted kept jerking himself. It looked like her talk was working, because he was leaking. 

"Here, let me lick that off for you." Amy saw him leaking, too, and leaned up enough to swab the tip of his cock clean, at least for the moment. 

"Karin, I think maybe Ted'd like to see us kiss a little bit. Would you like that, Ted?"

"Oh, yeah." That came from me, not Ted. He increased his speed on himself, though, which I guess was his answer. 

Karin crawled over and kissed Amy. I could see their tonguing working, and Karin was pinching Amy's nipples between her fingers. Karin stuck a hand between Ted's legs, too, and it looked like she was rubbing his asshole for just a second. She paused and said down to Amy: "You're right . . . he does like that. Now, make Ted come for me, all over your pussy, so I can lick it off."

Amy said: "OK, Ted, you heard her. I want to feel that hot cum of yours . . . right now . . . oh, that feels so good, doesn't it? . . . I want it all, baby . . . jerk it hard . . . scoot up here so I can see it start gushing . . . yeah, baby, that's it . . . no, I want it on my face . . . I want Karin to lick it off me . . . you'd like a finger up your ass now, wouldn't you? Slide up here so I can give you what you want . . . flood my face, baby . . . give me a good facial . . . now . . do it now . . ."

Ted was puffing like a train, fisting himself frantically. Amy's hand slid between his legs and I could tell where she'd slipped her finger when he started squirting cum everywhere, all over her face, and she said: "oh, baby, you always liked me to do that, didn't you?"

When he finally stopped, he fell off to the side of Amy, stood up and headed for the bathroom, muttering: "Damn . . . that was good . . . Amy, you're still the best . . . son of a bitch . . . what a nasty fuck . . . that was incredible." She watched him until the door closed and then looked over at me, sloppy cum dripping from her chin and forehead, and said: "I never let him come inside me, darling . . . only you. On my pussy or on my ass . . . that's all he ever got. I gave him my face this time, but just because I knew how much you'd like it. Did you like it, darling?"

"I loved it, baby . . . I loved it." What football game? I sure didn't care about that night's game any more . . . that was for sure. 

"Now, would you fuck me while Karin cleans me up? But please don't come yet . . . there's something special I want from you and Karin."

I didn't answer, but I let her know I'd do what she asked, because I climbed on the bed between her legs, lifted her hips upward with my hands and stuck the head of my cock right at the opening to her pussy. Karin, meanwhile, had crawled onto the bed and was on her hands and knees, right about at Amy's shoulders. She leaned down and kissed Amy's hard nipples, tonguing them wetly and slowly while Amy's hands played with Karin's breasts as they hung near Amy's face. As my cock entered my wife's inviting wetness, I felt her juicy heat welcoming me. I was completely inside on the first thrust, and as I began to pick up the pace of my thrusts, Karin kissed her way toward Amy's cum-covered face. It was powerfully erotic to see my wife's closest friend licking Ted's cum off her, cleaning her up as Amy'd asked. Karin swabbed up a big glob with her tongue, then another with her finger, then sucked them both into her mouth before kissing Amy and dripping them into her waiting mouth. My nasty wife swallowed Karin's deposit, then traded tongues with Karin before Karin completed her clean-up work. Meanwhile, I was on fire, watching the depravity of these two gorgeous women before me, both savoring cum like I knew Amy did. It turned out that Karin liked it, too, maybe even more so than Amy.

I'd reached the point I couldn't last much longer, and Amy could tell I was close. She stopped me for a moment, withdrew me from her pussy and gave me that look that said, without words "you know what I want," then rolled over on all fours. Like she'd told Ted, her husband was going to fuck her tight ass, and he'd just come out of the bathroom to see it happen. 

I didn't need anything to lubricate her this time. Her pussy was already dripping enough to coat my cock with her thick cream, and I slipped my cock easily into her waiting ass. Then, as if Karin instinctively knew what to do, she scooted on her back, facing upward, until her mouth beckoned just below the point my cock was plowing into Amy's rear. I felt Karin's lips nibbling at my balls, and then her fingers were playing with my balls and ass as her tongue lapped at Amy's pussy. The sights and feelings were incredible, and I began to lose control. My cum shot out, but Amy pulled her ass away, just as I began to spurt. The first shot hit her ass, then dripped onto Karin below her. The rest of my release oozed straight onto Karin's face. Amy quickly turned around and returned Karin's previous tongue bath, licking her face and chest clean of my cum, then kissing her friend deeply and lovingly. It had been an utter abandonment by two beautiful, long-time friends to the sexy, seductive sights, sounds and tastes of unabashed sex, and I was there to see and enjoy the entire incredible experience. 

We didn't make the game that night. After we all recovered, there were hugs and kisses by the girls with both Ted and me, and also between the two of them. Karin told Ted she'd like for him to stay the night with her if he wanted - - and it's not hard to guess what his answer was. Amy and I returned to our room and fell asleep. We slept right through dinner, then showered and left the room briefly to grab a quick light snack at the hotel's café before the after-game crowd arrived. Then it was back to sleep. We slept like zombies until morning, when we had to drive back to Phoenix for the flight home. We didn't see or hear from Karin or Ted before we left, but Amy talked to her the next day, once Karin got back home. She'd decided she was going to tell Michael everything that night, and was scared to death what might happen. 

According to Amy, Karin's talk with her husband did not go as well as Amy's and mine had gone. He couldn't accept the appearance or thought of his wife having feelings or desires so intense, and thought it was unnatural for a woman to think that way, and there wasn't the genuine love or depth of commitment in him that Amy and I had for one another to cushion the shock of her revelations to him. They were headed for a quick divorce, Karin had told Amy, and Amy told me she really thought it would be the best thing for her friend. I knew by then that Karin was a gorgeous, feminine, fiercely passionate, sexually creative lady (and I mean that, just that way . . . she is a lady) who needed and wanted a lot more than her tight-assed husband would ever be able to give her, or allow others to give her. Perhaps if they'd talked about it earlier in their marriage . . . well, who really knows what would have happened. Not me, that's for sure. Like I said, what Amy and I have together may not work for everyone . . . but it sure suits both of us absolutely perfect.



Opening Lines Ch. 05



The following spring, right before the kids' school year ended, Amy and I took a three-day trip to Cancun, Mexico, thanks to a lucky draw in the company's give-away of a sales award earned by someone else who'd just left the company before he could use it. The trip ended up being another one of those unplanned, but exhilarating episodes that we seemed to be finding more and more of, now that both of us were a little more attuned to possibilities that might arise. 

The Costa Real Resort was our destination. The sales brochure described it as a posh, upscale resort with a reputation for attention to detail and outrageous guest service . . . a place to go to be pampered, as well as to enjoy Cancun's famous beaches and well-known restaurants and nightlife. Amy was thrilled at the chance to go, since we'd never been south of the border. 

The flight was great. First class seating, and all the Margaritas we cared to drink. The drinks, coupled with the early morning departure time, left us both a little sleepy by the time we got in the Costa Real shuttle. We woke back up, though, as we drove by the dazzling white beaches toward the resort in the early afternoon bright sunshine. 

Eduardo was the executive host of the Costa Real VIP guest service. His job was to tend to the resort guests' every whim and make them feel at ease, and he was attractive and charming, as you might expect. He spoke impeccable English, with one of those Spanish accents that adds just a hint of intrigue to him, at least according to Amy.

He tended to our needs on our arrival, making sure that our room was in order and that we knew of all the amenities the Costa Real had to offer. As he left, he mentioned that the resort's nightclub was having a "Margarita Madness" party that evening, and he said that it would be interesting for us to watch, whether or not we chose to join in the fun. 

We got settled in the room and decided to rest a little while, to refresh ourselves after our travels that day. My sexy wife was obviously excited to be there, because she treated me to a quick, but full-service, blowjob just before we fell asleep. There's nothing that makes a guy sleep better, and get there quicker, than the feeling that follows right after the sight of his own wife on her knees, still fully clothed, swallowing his cock and the white hot cum she's milked from it. It was a great start to the trip, as far as I was concerned, and I was pretty sure Amy would get her fair share of sex, too, as the trip went on. In fact, I was certain of that, if I had anything to do with it.

When we woke, Amy said she wanted to go check out "Margarita Madness", so we dressed and went. Amy looked great, as always, and because we were far from home, in a place no one knew us, Amy dressed a little more risqué than she normally would. No bra under the tight-fitting button-up vest, and a short, short skirt. She's such a knockout when she dresses that way.

The party was, indeed, "Madness". Amy certainly wasn't under-dressed for the crowd, either. Braless was the norm, and a little bareness was even present, especially around the tables away from the dance floor. You could feel the eroticism in the air. 

A few Margaritas later, I could tell Amy was feeling the eroticism, too. Her hand began to wander, first over and then into my crotch, and she could tell that my cock had fully recovered from earlier that afternoon. 

"This thing feels pretty good to me right now," she cooed at me, then licked her lips seductively. She was right . . . it felt awfully good to me, too.

"I'll give you 30 minutes to stop that," I told her, smiling a smile that meant "don't ever stop doing that."

"I'm really horny tonight, Tim. This is great, being so far from home. You know, I can get kinda naughty sometimes when I feel like this."

"I know . . . and I love it when you are."

Just then, Eduardo walked up to us, asking us if we were enjoying the party.

"Yes, we are," Amy told him. "Thanks for telling us about it. Would you care to join us for a drink?"

"I'd love to," he said. I could tell from the way he stared at Amy that she looked as good to him as she did to me.

We talked for a while, finding that we enjoyed each other's company. Apparently, Eduardo was usually stuck in conversations with arrogant, condescending "Yanquis", as he called them, or the spoiled just-out-of-college-with-no-job-yet offspring of the wealthy who would head south for some serious partying while waiting to join Daddy in his business. "Relaxing from nothing" is the way Eduardo described them, and you could tell he was not particularly fond of their company. 

But you could tell he was fond of looking at my wife. In that way only Latin men seem to be able to pull off, he said: "Tim, your wife puts every other woman in this club to shame. Amy's beauty, it is intoxicating, no?"

"No" was not the right answer, but I knew that's not what he meant. Yes, she was intoxicating. 

"So you noticed, too," I said.

"But of course . . ." and then being ever the diplomatic host, turned to Amy and said "Pardon me, I hope we're not embarrassing you, Amy."

She wasn't embarrassed, that's for sure. She was thrilled, perhaps a little more so than normal because of the Margaritas she'd consumed, but her pleasure was genuine, I could tell. Amy was learning to enjoy being appreciated by men, even those other than her husband.

"I'm the luckiest girl here tonight, too, with these two handsome, sexy gentlemen at my beck and call," Amy replied. Again, maybe a little alcohol in the choice of words, but the feeling she was expressing was genuine. "And you, Eduardo, are so charming. I imagine you're always having women throw themselves at you."

"It happens quite frequently, Amy, that's true, but unfortunately, they are never as beautiful as you." I don't think Eduardo had any idea what he might be starting when he made that comment, but I could tell from the look on Amy's face when he said it that the spark had been lit in my wife. She looked at me, then back at Eduardo. Something was about to happen, and from that look I saw, I knew pretty well what it might be.

"And if a beautiful woman were to throw herself at you, just what would you do?", she asked in a teasing manner.

Still not aware that her question was serious, he replied: "If I received such a gracious invitation, I would please her in every way she desired, and show her all the tenderness and passion a Mexican man who treasures beautiful women can offer." It was apparent that a little of "tequila truth" had made its way to Eduardo's libido, too.

"Then catch me" was all Amy said, but it was under her breath so Eduardo could not hear it. I heard it, though, and could "catch" what she meant.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said, "while I tend to another guest for a short time. Please stay, though, as I would like to rejoin you when I'm done." And with that, he was off to take care of whatever problem his seasoned eye had spotted in the crowd.

Amy wasn't going anywhere, at least not yet. While Eduardo was gone, I whispered to her "I heard that. Does it mean what I think it means?"

She said: "I thought you might, and yes, it does. He's such a gentleman. And he's so charming. And I'm so horny."

"What do you want, Amy?"

"Please don't get angry with me, Tim, but I think this is one of those moments, you know, and this time . . ." But she didn't finish her comment.

"I won't get angry, baby . . . you know that. Now finish what you were saying," I told her.

"And . . . this time . . . I think I'd like to try being alone with Eduardo. I know, darling, this is something new for us, but I feel safe with him, and I think I'm ready for something like this, if you are."

I was fine with it, or so I thought. Perhaps it was my own fall-out from "Margarita Madness", but the idea of Amy being alone for short periods of time with other men wasn't new to us (remembering that afternoon Amy spent with Will and Ty before I arrived), and Eduardo did seem like a gentleman who would respect her wishes. 

"If it's what you want, of course it's OK, darling," I said. "Just be careful and come back to me, as always."

"I promise, as always. I love you, Tim."

"And I love you, Amy." With that, I turned away and left the nightclub. When Eduardo returned, he'd find only my wife waiting for him, and while I didn't know how she'd do it or what she'd tell him, I knew she'd make sure Eduardo understood her desires and my willingness to let him satisfy them. I was pretty sure he'd be more than happy to oblige her, too.

It was a long, strange but exciting night for me. I'd left my wife alone with a handsome native charmer, knowing she was headed off into the balmy night to sample the kisses and embraces of another man . . . to taste him, to be stuffed full of his cock and to please only him that night. I was at once a little bit jealous, a little bit worried, and a whole lot turned on. It was all I could do to resist the urge to jack myself off, and believe me, that urge was strong. But I knew that there was a very good likelihood that I'd need all the strength I could muster when Amy came back from Eduardo. When she got like this, she was usually insatiable, and I wanted to be ready to do whatever might be needed to tame any passions still burning when she returned.

She was back in our room by 9:00 a.m. the next morning. She hadn't called, so I knew she'd been OK, but I didn't yet know just how "OK". The first thing that struck me was her big smile. As she closed the door, I rushed to embrace her. She put her arms around me, and we kissed passionately. I could tell from her kiss that whatever had happened last night, she was glad to be back in my arms. I wanted to know everything that'd happened. 

"How was it?" I asked. "Last night was fantastic," she said simply. "And I know you'll want to hear all about it, so, get back in bed and wait for me. I'll be right there." She quickly took off her clothes, and I could see that her nipples were reddened, which probably meant they'd been well-sucked. She went to the bathroom, then climbed under the covers beside me and turned to face me. I could feel her fingers already searching for my cock, which was hard as a steel rod from the long hours that night I'd spent fantasizing about what Amy might be doing at that moment. "Did you save this for me?" she asked when she found it. Her fingers started softly fondling me, tantalizing me even more. "It's been like that ever since I left you last night, baby . . . and right now, it's already cocked and fully loaded, so be careful or I might accidentally go off." "Don't do that yet, Tim. I've got a lot to tell you." "I'll try and control myself, babe, but no promises. Now, tell me what happened." "Eduardo was amazed when I told him what you and I had talked about while he was away," she began. "Once I convinced him that you were OK with it, though, he didn't waste any time. He arranged with his staff to cover the nightclub for the rest of the night, telling them that a special guest had requested a service that required his personal attention . . . it was so clever the way he put that, I thought. Any way, I met him outside, and we went straight to his place, a nice townhouse several miles from here. When we got inside, I put my arms around him and kissed him the way I kiss you, lots of tongue and teasing . . . you know, just the way you like it. It was really nice. We got a quick drink, then stood for a few minutes outside on the lanai, which overlooked the ocean. He stood behind me, and I leaned back against him. I was on fire, and I could tell from what I felt poking up against me that he was, too. It wasn't long before he kissed me on the back of my neck, then started to squeeze my breasts . . . right over the vest. Then, one button at a time, he undid me, rubbing his fingers lightly over the skin he'd just bared each time but not touching my breasts. When he got them all undone, he slid his hands inside the vest. By that time, my nipples were aching for attention, so I turned around, kissed him hard and then pulled his head down onto my chest, letting him know exactly what I wanted. He licked and sucked them so good, baby . . ." "Right there, outside?" "Right there." "How long did that last?" "Not long. I was just so horny, Tim. We went straight to his bedroom, and when we got there, he took off my vest, then got on his knees, took his own shirt off and slipped my skirt to the floor. My pussy was right there in front of him. It was really exciting. I was standing there, wearing only my panties, and then he started to kiss my thighs." "What did you do?" "I was selfish, naturally . . . I let him keep going. He nuzzled his face into my pussy, but my panties were still in the way. As you can guess, I was really wet, and he kept kissing me, right through my panties. That gets me so hot." I knew that from prior experience. "That doesn't sound very selfish. I'll bet he loved doing it, too." I always do. This was so erotic, picturing another guy on his knees, kissing my wife's naked thighs and thinly-covered pussy, warming her up for the tongue-bathing he was about to give her clit. My cock was leaking like crazy, and I could feel the tip of Amy's finger smearing it all around the head. When she'd scrape the underside of my crown with her fingernail, it made me quiver and leak even more. She continued: "I could tell he did. He kissed me down there like that for what seemed like a long time, and he kept rubbing my pussy with his fingers through my panties . . . just teasing me. I was squirming and whimpering, and finally, I couldn't take it any more, so I pushed him back, slipped out of them and then grabbed his head between my hands, and buried his face in me." "Really . . ." I said, not asking it as a question. "Yeah," she said. "Then he just pushed me back on the bed, and licked me all over. He was kneeling on the floor beside the bed and my legs were spread for him as wide open as I could make them. He had full access to everything I had to offer, and he took it." "Did it feel good?" "Oh, yeah . . . it felt good, all right. He sure knew what he was doing, too. I'd always heard that Mexican men really knew how to use their tongues - - you know how well they roll their 'Rs'", she grinned. "Any way, he knew just how to play with my clit. He rubbed his thumb in circles around it, then sucked it inside his mouth. He even licked my ass, baby . . . and it felt incredible . . . so good. When he finally used two fingers on my pussy at the same time he was fluttering his tongue real fast on my clit, I came so hard I was shaking. His technique was amazing." "So you came on his tongue . . . I'll bet he enjoyed making you do that, just the way I do. I don't suppose you returned the favor, did you?" "You already know the answer to that . . . of course, I did. I sat up and made him stand back up, then I unbuckled his belt and kissed his belly as I pulled his pants down. Once I got them past his waist, his cock jutted out at me and I started to take it in my mouth while he finished taking off his pants. He wouldn't let me right away, though. Instead, he took my hands and raised me up, kissed my hand as if I were a princess, then he took off his own pants and sat down on the bed where I had been. Then, he asked me to kneel before him, which I did." "Let me guess what he wanted." "Actually, I was a little surprised. He asked me if I'd ever made love to a man that way, and I smiled at him and said 'it's one of my favorite ways'." "Then he said: 'No, I mean truly making love to a man like that, to make every one of his nerves tingle . . . to stir his every emotion . . . to extract every ounce of his essence?'" I could tell from my wife's dreamy look that momentarily flashed across her face as she recalled the moment that Eduardo's sexy, hot Latin words had touched Amy. "And, what did you say to that?" "I asked to teach me how. I wanted to see if there was something I'd been leaving out for you," she smiled. "Was there?" "I'll let you be the judge later." My mind's picture of my wife on her knees, with her new lover's throbbing manhood only inches away and awaiting her attention, made me fiery hot to hear more, and it was enhanced even more by a slight twinge of jealousy at the intimacy she'd shared with him. "So, what happened next?" "It was the most erotic taste of a man I've ever had," she said. If our relationship wasn't so strong, and if I hadn't asked the question which prompted the answer, her words and the way she said them could have caused a lot of doubt and worry in my mind. But I knew Amy so well by now, and was so sure of her love for me, that they made me even hotter. I knew what I'd hear next would be better still . . . and it was. She didn't ask, but she looked at me as if to say: "Are you OK, darling?" I guess whatever look was on my face at the time gave her a satisfactory answer, so she continued. "He was so tender and patient, Tim. I knew he was anxious for more, because the slippery stuff at the tip of his cock kept oozing out, but he showed me and told me exactly what made him feel good. It was so exciting for me, touching him and kissing him and licking him and sucking him in so many different ways and places, and then feeling him and hearing him tell me how good it felt, or what I could do to make it feel even better for him. I spent twenty minutes between his legs like that, and once I knew what he liked the most, I came up with all kinds of new combinations of fingers and tongue and lips to make it even better. By the time I was done, he had laid back on the bed and his eyes were closed. His hips were hunching upward, almost involuntarily, not as if he was fucking my face but is if to say 'oh, yeah, just like that'. It gave me an incredible feeling of power over him, to know that what I was doing was solely to make him feel as good as I could . . . and it was making me feel incredibly horny, too." I was also incredibly horny, just listening to her. "By then, I wanted him so much that I guess I got a little carried away. As he lay there, I spread his legs a little wider and spent a couple of minutes licking and sucking his balls while I jerked his cock with my hands. I even rubbed a finger over his asshole, and I was really tempted to lick it . . . I know how good that feels . . . but I figured he'd come right then if I did, and I wasn't ready for him to do that yet. So, I deep-throated his cock and basically devoured him whole, every way I could think of, until I could tell he was on the verge of exploding." "Son of a bitch," I said. Her lightly dancing fingers had gotten my dick to the point it was just about to burst. "I'm going to come," I told Amy. "Here, let me do that," Amy said . . . but she already had. She only had to squeeze and stoke my throbbing cock twice before I squirted a big glob of cum all over her hand. When I finished squirting onto her hand, she giggled and said: "I guess you did save it for me, didn't you?" Then, she smeared my cum on my stomach and on her tits, then got a little dab of it on the tip of her finger and slowly licked it off. "I love this stuff," she said. She made it look so nasty, and so erotic, the way she did it, too. Then, she got up and grabbed a wet washcloth, and wiped us both off a little. By the time she was done, amazingly, I had almost a full erection again. This was beyond anything I'd ever experienced - - having spent a night alone, thinking about what my wife Amy was doing with Eduardo, had me super-charged for sex. "This really does excite you, doesn't it, baby . . ." she said. "What do you mean?" "I go home with another man, and then I start telling you the sexy, intimate things we did to one another, and you get so turned on you can't hold yourself back. Then, you get hard again immediately, faster than I have ever seen you get in my life?" "I love hearing about it, honey . . . what else can I say?" "I can tell". "What else happened? Did you finally make him come that way?" "I thought I wanted to at first, baby. But my pussy was soaking wet, and I decided I wanted to feel Eduardo's cock in me first, before he came." "So, did you let him fuck you?" "Oh, yeah . . . but I didn't let him . . . I made him. This naughty little wife of yours got herself fucked big-time . . . in fact, a couple of times," she teased. "I suppose you want to hear all about that, too." "Are you kidding?" "I thought so. Well, I knew he must be getting close after what I'd been doing to him, so I kissed my way up until I was lying on the bed beside him, and then we kissed some more . . . real slow and tender and passionate. We stopped for a moment, and Eduardo asked me: 'What does Tim get out of all this'?" "What did you tell him?" "I told him you got me when I got home. Kind of cocky of me, huh?" "You said that?" "I did," she said, with a devilish grin. "And I'm right, aren't I?" I didn't have to say a word. We both knew the answer, that I got every bit as much out of these kinds of situations as she did. "Did you tell him anything else?" "I also told him that when I got home, I liked to crawl under the covers and whisper to you all the nasty things I'd been doing while I sucked every drop of cum I could find out of you." I can't speak for whether Amy really liked to do it, or whether it was her way of saying "thanks for letting me play," but I know I really like it when she does that . . . and she always does. In fact, this was the first time she hadn't, but what she was doing to me - - the exquisite teasing and gentle touching mixed with the fiery hot images her story was generating in my mind - - was every bit as exciting, I guarantee. What did he say to that?" "He said 'Your husband is most understanding, and he's very lucky to have you. And I hope, then, that he won't mind if I have you now . . . because I want you very much'." "What did you say to him?" "I told him you'd be disappointed if he didn't . . . and then I said I would be, too, because I wanted him badly. I was so turned on, Tim . . ." "There's wasn't much chance he was going to stop at that point, I gather." "No way . . . not even if he'd wanted to. I wouldn't have let him. Fortunately, he didn't want to, either." "What happened next?" "He rolled over, began sucking on my tits again, and started rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. Then, he began to slowly sink his cock inside me, and he pulled up off of me so we could both watch as, inch by inch, every bit of him disappeared inside me. It wasn't too difficult, either, even as big as he was, because I was so wet." "Is there anything more to this story?" I asked, already knowing her answer. She laughed. "Oh, yeah, there's a little more . . . no, there's a lot more. At first, Eduardo was just slowly pumping in and out, looking down at me as he did. I was smiling up at him, moaning softly and telling him how good he felt inside me. I felt him get even harder when I started pinching my own nipples. He leaned down and sucked on them some more as he picked up the pace, until he was filling me with deep, full strokes of that monster between his legs." "You say 'monster.' Was he that big?" I asked. "He was really big . . . it was long and thick . . . just the way I like them," she said. "Did he come inside you?" "Down, boy . . . always in such a hurry," she smiled. "I'll get there. I told him to let me know when he was close. He kept fucking me . . . real hard, then real slow, then teasing me by almost pulling out, then stuffing me so full I thought his cock would come out my mouth. He got me to where I was in almost a constant state of coming, but he hadn't come yet himself, and I wanted him to. Finally, after I'd come at least three times, he pulled out and sat up a little. I told him that it was his turn, and I wanted to make him come . . . that I wanted his hot cum splattered all over me. You guys can't resist that kind of talk, I know (she's right, too). He was still rock hard, and that big cock of his was dangling right in front of me, all wet with my pussy juice. So I grabbed his ass cheeks and scooted him up a little closer toward my mouth, and then I pulled his shoulders down toward me and made him stick his cock right in my mouth. I made him fuck my face, baby . . . I was so nasty, but damn, it was good. He tried to pull out before he came, but I didn't let him. Instead, I told him: 'Let me taste you . . . I want it now . . . shoot it all over my face . . . give it to me now'." I didn't say a thing. The mental image of seeing and hearing Amy doing that was overwhelming. Amy continued: "Speechless, huh? I know what you guys like, don't I? Well, Eduardo didn't say anything either, but he sure knew what to do. I stuck my tongue way out, took his cock in my hand and jerked him off right into my open mouth, looking right at him the whole time. I was playing with his balls with my other hand, and he must have liked it, because he let loose a huge, hot, sticky stream of white cum. I swirled it around in my mouth, showing him the cummy mess he'd made, and he loved it, I think. Then I swallowed his whole load, and I told him his cum tasted really good . . . and it did." "Was it all over after that?" She smiled a naughty smile. "Not exactly. I rolled him over on his back and straddled his face with my pussy. He knew what I wanted, and didn't waste any time in doing it to me. I could see a little bit of cum still dripping from the end of his cock, and he was starting to get hard again, so while he ate me, I leaned over and cleaned him off with my tongue. I was tickling his balls the whole time, too, and that got him real hard again, real quick, and he started humping himself up into my mouth. We spent a few minutes doing each other like that, but neither of us came. I figured we were finished, at least for a little while, so I got off him and went to the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out, he was still lying there, that big cock of his standing straight up. I couldn't help myself, darling . . . I wanted to fuck him again. So I pushed him back on the bed, straddled him so I was facing his feet and told him to let me do all the work this time. I reached down, guided it into my pussy and rode him hard. I could feel his hands on my hips, alternating between pulling me down onto him really hard and then spreading my cheeks wide. He was talking real dirty to me, too . . . that was, until I exploded once more. Four times . . . he got me off four times last night before we fell asleep . . . I'm a naughty girl, aren't I? But it felt sooo good." "So he only came once last night . . . and it was in your mouth?" "Well, yes and no," she said. "He did come in my mouth, like I said, and that was the only time last night, but that wasn't the only time he came." "What else happened, then?" "We slept a little while . . . I don't know how long, but it was still dark this morning when I woke up. Eduardo was still sleeping next to me, and I leaned over and kissed him softly, not trying to awaken him but just to say 'thanks' for the night before. That's when I realized that he'd only come that once, even though he'd gotten me off so many times. I wanted to make our time together was as wonderful for him as he'd made it for me, so I kissed him a little harder. He began to stir, and so did his cock. I could feel it growing as he pressed against my leg. I guess like all you men, he gets horny in the morning. I slid down under the covers and found his cock with my mouth." "Did you finish him off like that again?" "No, I just got him nice and hard, which didn't take very long at all. I could feel him pulling gently at my shoulders, like he wanted me to come out from under the covers, so I did." "Then what happened?" "He said 'can we make love once more before you go?'" "What did you say?" "I didn't say anything at first. I just got up on my hands and knees, then turned around so my ass was facing him. I looked at him back over my shoulder and said 'I thought you'd never ask.'" "What did he do?" "He pulled the covers back, got on his hands and knees, too, and crawled in behind me. I lowered my head and got down on my elbows, sticking my ass even further up at him, so there wouldn't be any doubt about how I wanted him to do me. I waited to feel his cock slide back into my pussy, but he surprised me. Instead, I felt a tongue licking my ass and some fingers . . . it felt like four of them . . . sliding in and out of my pussy. I half way wondered if the next thing I'd feel was that massive cock of his trying to poke its way into my ass, and to tell you the truth, by that time, I was so wet and horny again, I would have liked it, even as big as it was. But he didn't do that. Instead, he eased his cock slowly into my pussy until it was buried to the hilt, then he pounded me like that from the rear, really hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy, too, and then a finger rubbing across the little opening to my ass. I was so hot, and it felt so good, I started talking real dirty again, saying: 'fuck me, you bastard . . . gimme that cock . . . yeah . . . deeper, damn it . . . yeah, that's it . . . don't you dare stop now . . . fill me up . . . come on, I want your cum . . . now . . . I want it now', and finally, I heard a loud grunt and felt a huge gush of hot cum jetting into me. I came again, too, and we collapsed like that, him on top of me, still impaling me on his cock. He pulled out, and I turned over but kept him on top of me, so we could kiss. I looked up at him, smiled and said: 'My cunt sure liked the way you did that.' Your sweet little wife gets pretty nasty when she's fucked real good, doesn't she?" "I'd say you got pretty nasty, all right, but it's sure exciting to think of how good you must have looked doing it. And then?" "After we calmed down, we showered together and kissed a lot. We soaped each other down, and had some fun playing with one another before it was time for me to come home. Then, I got dressed and caught a cab back here to you." "Damn, Amy," I said, "I'm about to blow my load again." "Wait just a second, please . . . I want you in my mouth, too, darling. Fuck my face . . . please?" With that, she rolled over on her back and scooted me up so my cock was aimed right at her waiting mouth. I looked down, saw those loving eyes looking up at me, begging me to give her what she wanted, and I couldn't hold back. I unloaded everywhere. Most of it went in her mouth, but some of it splattered on her cheeks and forehead. She waited until I'd finished, then swallowed what she had and swabbed the rest off her face with her fingers. Then, she smeared it back on the softening head of my cock and swallowed me whole. I could feel her tongue as she licked every drop off until my cock was clean. Amazingly, I got hard yet again as she did this. Finally, she released my cock from her mouth, but continued stroking me as she spoke. "Baby, thank you," she whispered. "You're welcome . . . but 'thank you' for what? After that, I'm the one that should be thanking you." "Thank you for letting me have fun, and for trusting me, and for making me feel sexy and desirable and OK about everything that's happened to us over the last few months." "Everything is OK . . . believe me, it's OK," I said. It almost seemed like this couldn't be happening. Not only had my wife relayed the details of her wild, passionate night with Eduardo, but she was thanking me for letting her fuck him. As she stroked me, now a little harder and faster, I could feel her handiwork once more doing its thing on me. I began kissing her neck and ears, and whispered: "Do you think Eduardo would mind if I shared a little of your pussy now?" "Don't say that, Tim," she moaned. "It's still yours." I slid down between my wife's legs, hungry to devour that warm, wet, juicy pussy I loved so much. "Careful, baby," she said. "Remember what I said happened this morning. I took a shower before I left, but . . ." But I didn't care. I plunged my face into her sweetness, spreading her open with both hands as wide as I could so I could get as deep as possible into her. The taste was different, I could tell, but it didn't stop me. In moments, Amy was moaning and had her hands on the back of my head, pulling my thrusting tongue me deeper into her womanhood. I fucked her like that with my tongue until I felt her hips pushing back, a sure sign she was about to erupt in orgasm. I made sure she did, too, remembering what she'd told me about having Eduardo's thumb up her ass and how good it felt at the time. When she felt mine go in, the dual sensation of her ass being touched while her pussy was full of a squirming, fleshy tongue was more than she could take. She gasped, arched her back and then collapsed in the throes of a powerful climax. I stayed down there, licking and kissing every part of her until it was over and she pulled me back upward, so we were again face-to-face. "You keep doing me like that, baby, and you've got nothing to worry about . . . ever," she whispered huskily, and then she kissed me, her tongue lashing forcefully into my mouth, as if anxious to taste and share where I'd just been and what I'd just done. We kissed like that, passionately and urgently, for several minutes. Things were OK, I knew. Amy was still my loving wife, no question about it, and she was all mine. We both knew that while others might share her body, they wouldn't share her love. "Baby," I said, "do you have anything else to tell me?" "Thank you," she whispered. "You're welcome . . . but 'thank you' for what?" "Thank you for letting me have fun, and trusting us, and making me feel OK about everything that happened. I loved it all, the nastiness, the power and control it gave me, the new tastes and smells and feelings . . . and all the times and ways he made me come," she said softly. "Everything is OK," I said. "How did you leave it with Eduardo?" "He told me that if we enjoyed the first day and night of our stay, he'd be happy to make the rest of it even better." "What did you say to that?" She grabbed me, held me tight and in a hushed, sexy tone said: "I told him it might be nice, then, if he invited you and me over for dinner at his place tonight, because I'd be more than happy to serve you both. Would you like that?" Well, he did, and she did, and I did. But that's a story for another day.




Opening Lines Ch. 05



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Amy has already had her say about why she likes our "a little off the beaten path" marital situation. The reasons why I enjoy watching my wife get it on with other guys are, perhaps, a little difficult to understand. I've thought a lot about it, and it's hard to put it exactly into words. I can say, though, that I've always enjoyed "no limits" sex, and it excites me to know that wild and crazy sex also appeals to Amy. I've always liked watching her come as we make love, and I get turned on thinking about watching Amy having an orgasm in lots of other ways, too. Watching her get one from some other guy's cock, fingers or tongue isn't that much of a stretch, for my imagination at least.

I think that maybe age has something to do with it, too. As teens and throughout our twenties, men tend to be more jealous and possessive. When you're jealous, I don't think you're able to relate to a woman as a full-fledged, separate human being. Instead, she tends to become the object of that jealousy - - a possession you're trying to retain, so to speak. As men grow more confident in ourselves, I think we're able to let go a little more and trust the women we love. For generations, husbands haven't had any problems in dealing with the double standard of "it's OK for me to screw around, because I know what I'm doing and it's not going to affect my relationship or feelings for my wife" (assuming she doesn't find out, of course) . . . and in the vast majority of cases, it's probably true. It doesn't require too much logic to realize that there's no reason a wife can't do that, too. If her husband is right there with her, too, sharing her enjoyment of her own individuality and sexual expressiveness, what's the harm? The answer is: "There's not any harm."

Another reason I feel this way is because it's a chance for Amy to enjoy things and feelings she can't get from me. Although I've got nothing to be ashamed of with regard to my own equipment, there's bigger pipe in the yard, if you know what I mean. In the same way as a guy likes different shapes and sizes of women's breasts and asses, I'll bet women feel the same way about men's cocks.

Yet another reason - - and you might not see this is logical until you really think about it a while - - is that Amy's in ultimate control of the entire situation. She says who, when, how, what and how long. I'm attracted to women who think and act on their own, and who can make their own decisions and judgments about things, whether or not I agree with them all the time. My wife's voluntary, unforced decision to have sexual encounters with other men (or women) is just another example of that. Even though Amy may get intimate with someone else, she does so because she knows it excites me, too. I know she wouldn't even consider doing it if it bothered me, no matter how pleasurable it might otherwise be for her. But I know how good it makes her feel, and I want her to enjoy it, too.

There's more. Even though it's vain on my part, I like to know that others find Amy to be attractive, too. I like to see her in sexy clothing, and I can tell from the sideways glances and turned heads as she walks by in some slinky outfit that other guys do, too. Having someone else see her nude and enjoy her body are just extensions (though some would argue "enormous stretches") of that feeling. Most guys like to watch a live seduction/sex scene - - that's one reason there are so many gentlemen's clubs around these days, I'm sure - - and if your own wife is the star of that show, then so much the better. 

Finally, no matter where we've been or what she's done, there's no question that Amy comes back home with me. In a thousand different ways besides great sex, she makes it clear to me how much she loves me, and I have no doubt that I'm the only man with whom she has the intimate, emotional, personal connection of having real importance to her life. I've got no doubts about my own masculinity, either, and I'm egotistical enough to think that lots of other women would find me attractive if I let them know I was interested. Like any other guy, when I see a sexy, good-looking woman, my thoughts go almost instantly to "I wonder what she'd be like in bed", and like any other guy, the opportunity to have sex with another woman is something I'm not going to turn down, so long as it's not going to affect my marriage. But unless it's my being with another woman in a situation where Amy's somehow involved, too, I'm not particularly inclined to pursue it. Besides, the way things have been for us the past couple of years now, I haven't exactly been deprived of anything I've wanted, any way. Between my wife's ravenous sexual appetite, the involvement I've had in some of her little adventures and some great sex I've had with her friend Karin (and with other women) on other occasions I haven't finished writing about yet in this little chronicle of our marriage so far, I've got absolutely no complaints, believe me.



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"I don't know . . ." I stuttered.

"Darling, it's OK if you do. I think I understand a lot more now . . . a lot more about you and a whole lot more about lots of other things, too. If you think that's something you want me to do, please, I want you to say so. I won't get angry if you do, I promise. I really want to know. But I love you so much, and I'd be scared to death of losing you . . . scared that no matter what you say, you'd think I was a real slut if I actually did it . . . that you wouldn't love me any more if I did things like that with another man. I really want you to tell me how it'd make you feel . . . if it was someone else . . . and I was on my knees doing those things to him . . . and if you saw me doing it. If you're sure - - really, really sure - - that you'd like something like that, and if you swear to me you'll still love me, no matter what happens, I'm amazed at myself for saying this, but I'll consider it. We need to talk more about it, though, a whole lot more, before anything like that could ever happen."

"Amy, please don't misunderstand what I was . . ."

She didn't let me finish. Instead, she kissed me and then whispered: "Not now, though. I don't want to talk any more right now. Just get over here and fuck me!" Hmmm . . . she didn't usually talk like that at all. The things we'd been talking about had obviously affected her, though I wasn't entirely sure yet what kind of an effect it would actually end up having.

But I did as I was told. It was passionate, loving, tender, but I fucked my wife. I looked down at her body, moving under mine, and my mind saw her under someone else, and I pushed myself harder into her. I looked down at her face, her eyes fixed on mine, loving and alive with passion. 

"Amy . . . did you ever do something like that to anyone else?" I asked as I continued to pound into her. 

"Not just like that, no, baby . . . only you . . . but there was this once when I . . .", and then her body stiffened and a powerful orgasm overcame her. Her own memory of whatever she'd done "once" with someone else had just triggered a powerful climax in her. A whole new sexual dimension had just been added to our marriage. 

For the next couple of weeks after that, we talked and played with each other like newlyweds, doing things and asking each other about all of the things we liked and didn't like, communicating with one another about sex openly and without shame in a way we'd never done before. I was amazed at the things we talked about, and even more amazed that as we did so, we seemed to grow closer and closer together.

Oral sex? It's always been my favorite part . . . having Amy's warm, wet mouth and lips wrapped around my cock is one of the best feelings imaginable, and the look, smell and taste of her pussy drive me crazy. I love to eat her . . . I'll do it for hours . . . any time, any place. In the past, it wasn't at the top of Amy's list, but when she'd been in the right mood, she'd really gotten off on me doing her like that, too. And she's admitted that the taste of a man's cum is something she's always really liked, too. (You'll have to ask her why, then, she denied us both that pleasure for so many years). She's always known how much I like oral sex, both ways, but in the past, I think she'd used it more as a way of conveying her feelings to me (like, for example, what I've come to call "That Morning", referring to what happened in the chair in our bedroom), or to show she was "in control" of the situation by denying me something I really enjoy. Now, though, it's all exciting and enjoyable for both of us.

Anal? Almost sheepishly, she admitted she'd done it in the past, but not that much. She even said that, when the time was just right, it could really be very good . . . different, for sure, but also a turn on. Another one of those "in the mood" things for her, I guess - - but she told me the couple of guys she'd done it with had really, really liked doing her that way. Up to that point, I'd never done a woman that way, but it sounded as if I might like it, too. 

More than just two in bed? I'd been with two women at the same time before, and I'd loved it. She'd never been with two men at the same time, but once had sex with two different guys the same day, which she admitted she'd enjoyed (I knew better than to mention that she sounded just like my Arizona State friend on that). Being double-stuffed by two cocks at the same time sounded nasty but really exciting, she confessed, and she went on to say she thought she might like it even more if the one in her pussy was "the size of a summer sausage". Well, well, dear wife, so size does make a difference sometimes. I knew it! Any way, I told Amy that if that's what she wanted, I'd love to see her get "double-teamed" like that someday, especially if I got to be a part of the "tag team" that did it. She liked that whole idea a lot more than I thought she would - - in fact, she seemed to keep coming back to that idea almost every time we talked. She even mentioned the possibility of another "two on one" for me, too. I thought to myself "Oh, well, if she insists . . ." 

Whips and chains? We both laughed at that thought, but what about being tied up? Pretty good sometimes, really. I think she likes to do the tying more than she likes being tied up herself, but she always seems to enjoy what happens to her when she's the one laying face up on the bed, a little too restrained to keep me from playing "head games" with her. Either way is OK with me. If she wants to sit on my face or play with my cock while "my hands are tied", so to speak . . . well, who am I to complain? 

Girl-girl? Though still a little leery of saying so at the time, I admitted to Amy that yes, I'd imagined watching her in bed with another woman, and that I'd really like to see her do that sometime. Surprisingly, she didn't get mad at me. Even more surprising, she said something like that might not be entirely out of the question, but the other woman and all the circumstances would have to be just right, and she'd want me to be there, too. That's exactly what I had in mind as well.

Swapping mates with someone else? No way . . . not even with our newly found sexual openness . . . was I going to fall into this trap. She didn't really commit, one way or another, about whether or not she'd like to try something like that, but I could read between the lines (I think) that if another couple with just the right guy came along . . . well, she might get real interested. She specifically wanted to know, however, if there were any women I might be interested in swapping for. I kinda suspected that she asked me this question to test me - - to see if I had come up with this fantasy of mine as a way of getting her to agree that I could have sex with other women, too. The truth is, though, that "other women for me" isn't a part of this. My sexy wife is the only woman I really want, unless, of course, she might want me to get it on with another woman as a part of something that might come up some day. That would be OK, believe me.

Masturbation? We both confessed to doing it on occasion, and feeling a little guilty about it. What was interesting, though, is that we both thought it would be kind of exciting to watch the other do it. 

We talked about toys for her. She prefers the real thing, but said she might like to try a big, life-like dildo if I'd do her with it. I liked that idea.

Videos? Guys like to watch all kinds of things a lot more than women do, I guess - - in fact, that's the very topic that opened our new "lines of communication" to begin with. I enjoy videos more that she does...she said she likes to do it more than watch it. I told her our new sex life was better than anything I'd ever seen, any way (big-time "good guy" points for me on this one!).

We also talked about home-made videos . . . you know, filming ourselves "doing it". Amy made noises about how embarrassed she'd probably be, and of course she was worried about "what if someone found it?", but I had an idea that this was something that was still open for discussion. The whole idea appealed to me, though.

She liked it when, one night as we were making love, I pulled out just before coming and shot my load between her tits, and then smeared it all over them. Another night, as she was on top, hunching slowly while she came down from an orgasm, I liked it when she slid off and jacked me with one hand, while playing with my balls with the other, until I unloaded into her hands and she rubbed the gooey mess all over her belly. 

I knew things had really opened up between us when she admitted that every so often, even with her pussy filled with cock, she'd like the feel of a finger in her ass, too, when she got close to coming, and that she'd like to be touched and even kissed there. Amy's told me to "kiss my ass" quite a few times in the past, but almost always when she's been angry. If I'd only known she really meant it, I would have been happy to oblige . . . that's for sure!

Time passed, our talks continued, and the sex got better and better.

What if she got into the sex big-time, really got carried away and did some wild, nasty things with him? "I hope you do, Amy. This is for both of us, not just me. The hotter and wilder you get, the better I'll like it, too."

What might she do with other men, if conditions were right? I was a little surprised (but not at all upset) when she said: "I'll probably do anything at all, just so long as it doesn't hurt." Was anything off-limits from my standpoint? "Nothing at all, Amy, so long as you're OK with it. I want you to draw all the lines."

If there were to be another man, who might she want it to be, and what would it be like? "A stranger, probably from some other place, and it'll have to be absolutely discreet - - I wouldn't want anyone else to know about it." I had in mind it being sort of romantic for her - - a night of sex with someone else, yes, but still romantic because we'd be there together. She said she was thinking more in terms of a quickie - get a room, get naked, fuck, and send him on his way. One thing we both agreed on was that we didn't want anything to be "set up" in advance, and that the whole thing would just have to happen, if it was ever actually going to happen at all. 

After weeks of these kinds of open discussions (and lots of increasingly great sex!), I took my wife out for a drive one night and, in the darkness as we drove, I told Amy that I'd been thinking about it a lot, and that I'd made up my mind that I really wanted to find out what it'd be like to watch her with someone else . . . but only if she was 100% willing to do it. She didn't say a word, but just listened. I went on to say that I wanted her to know how I felt, but that the most important thing to me was how she felt about it, and that she and her love mattered more to me than anything else in the world. 

There were a few moments of dead silence . . . and they lasted long enough to make me wonder if I'd just made another huge mistake. Finally, though, she admitted that she'd also thought a lot about it, and that she hoped I wouldn't think she was terrible for saying so, but she wanted to try it, too. She said she'd been thinking back to her "single girl" memories of years ago, of how exciting it had been to entice a man, to get him hot and bothered, to undress for him and feel the heat of his hard cock for the first time. Those memories were even more exciting to her now, she said, especially since she knew she wouldn't have to feel guilty. She said she was worried, though, because maybe he wouldn't find her attractive enough, and she couldn't stand the thought that he might reject her. I didn't have to exaggerate at all when I told her "now, that's one thing you absolutely don't have to worry about . . . not at all!" Any man would lust after my wife. Even after ten years of marriage and two children, her figure is still slim and sexy, and her face is drop-dead gorgeous! 

Now that we'd both bared our real feelings to each other about an awfully provocative subject, we had to figure out how to give it a chance to happen. We decided to take things real slow and easy, not looking for anything in particular but staying alert for opportunities: on trips we might take, or maybe a guy who might flirt with her in a nightclub, or someone she'd meet at a trade show, or maybe even a repairman (but she thought that would probably be too close to home for comfort). Nothing much happened, though, and on the few occasions when it looked like maybe something might be developing, there was something about the circumstances at the time that just wasn't right. To my wife's credit, she'd set her own standards and limits for deciding when, how and with whom an event so dramatic (but, hopefully, not so traumatic) for our marriage might take place, if it was ever going to happen at all, and she stayed faithful to them. So we waited patiently, but with each of us wondering more and more what it might really be like if it ever actually did happen.

The anticipation was great for both of us. We'd both made sure we took time to re-think and reflect on our decisions, but neither of us had any second thoughts about the decisions we'd made. I'm pretty sure that, given the candor with which we'd both exposed ourselves in our recent talks, if either of us had any, we would've said so. Instead, our sex life had never been better, and the new openness we'd been sharing about our sexual preferences and feelings kept us horny almost all the time. It's really true that, most of the time, the mind is the most powerful sex organ of all.

Amy and I've had a sort of tradition for the past few years. Right before the kids go back to school, we send them off to my folks' weekend cabin in the Oregon woods for a few days, and then we take off to Lake Tahoe for a little rest, relaxation and gambling fun. A few weeks after "That Morning", we did just that. This time, though, I guess we were both perhaps a bit more anxious, and more excited, than ever before. A place like that could offer all kinds of possibilities for what we both knew might soon happen. We like to stay at a big, glitzy resort called Harvey's . . . it has nice restaurants, great views and it's close to lots of things to do.

The first day and night, we felt almost supercharged with anticipation. We headed for the hotel's nightclub that evening, both of us thinking that maybe this could be the night. After a drink or two, we agreed that I'd leave for a while and play the slots, allowing Amy to be alone in the club so she could dance if the opportunity arose. It took only minutes before she was asked, and she stayed for a while, dancing a few times with several guys. Meanwhile, I plunked several handfuls of dollar coins into some slot machine, not even thinking about the money I was losing. My mind was on what might be happening in that club. Like the previous times, though, something just wasn't the way she wanted it, so she held back, leaving us both a bit disappointed, but still not discouraged. It didn't get in the way of our lovemaking that night, that's for sure, and afterward, we both fell into a deep, much-needed sleep. Like always when we went there, Amy awoke to freshly brewed coffee and pastries, courtesy of her loving husband's arrangements, made the night before, for a room service "wake-up call".

We decided to spend the next day riding bicycles on the pathways around Lake Tahoe. We rented a couple of them at the hotel's cycle shop and rode off, determined to get some fresh air and exercise, and to take our minds off what seemed to be becoming a bit of an obsession for both of us. Not two miles from the hotel, we stopped at a mini-mart to get drinks for the remainder of our day's ride. The counter person, a tall, sandy-haired guy who looked to be in his early 30s, asked us to wait while he counted out his drawer because his shift was over, so we waited impatiently until the new counter person could ring us up. We went outside where we'd left the bikes and found that Amy's bike had a flat! This bike trip wasn't working out exactly as we'd hoped, either. I told Amy we'd have to walk the bikes back to the hotel and exchange hers for a new one. Boy, was she getting angry right about then. I tried to minimize the inconvenience by telling her we'd still be together while we walked, but it wasn't working very well. 

Just then, the off-duty counter guy walked up, said he'd overheard our conversation, and that if we wanted to walk about 100 yards to his apartment instead, he had a tube patch kit and could fix it in a couple of minutes. Not wanting to aggravate Amy any more than she already was, I accepted his offer. This way, we could get going again quickly.

We talked briefly as we walked toward his apartment. He introduced himself as Greg, said he'd just moved to Lake Tahoe six weeks ago, and that he'd taken the job at the mini-mart to tide himself over until ski season, when he would begin his real job as a ski instructor at Heavenly. He rode bikes, too, and was always having to fix flats due to the rough off-trail areas around the lake where he liked to ride. 

Even though we were in the mountains, the late summer day had started to get warm. When we got to the apartment, Greg invited Amy to have a seat inside, where it was cooler, while he and I worked on the tire on the patio outside. The phone rang, and Greg went inside to answer it. As he talked on the phone, Amy noticed his build - - strong, broad shouldered and muscular, just the way you'd expect a ski instructor to look. He turned around suddenly as he was pacing the floor while he talked, and caught Amy looking at him. A quick smile and little wink put her at ease, and she smiled back at him. He raised his finger as if to say "just a minute longer", so she got up and walked back outside where I was using a hand wrench and had just about gotten the tire off the wheel. 

By now, her anger had just about subsided. She came up behind me, whispered "baby, with a tool like yours, you can work on me any time" and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I dropped the wrench, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her full on the lips. She obviously liked that, and returned my kiss, sticking her tongue into my mouth and flicking it seductively. Boy, this newly-found sexiness of hers was really great, I thought.

We didn't see Greg when he came back outside. Apparently, he had watched us kiss, too, because he said "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you two looked like you were headed someplace else before I interrupted. Have you thought about getting yourselves a room?" He smiled at his own little comment, and we did, too. 

Amy stayed outside with us while Greg and I finished patching the tube and replacing the wheel. He went inside to look for the air pump, and as soon as the door closed, Amy leaned over and whispered to me: "Tim . . . I think he could be the one." 

She caught me completely off guard. I couldn't believe my ears. "Amy, you just met this guy, and out of the blue, you say 'he's the one'." My tone of voice must have frightened her, because she looked at me, as if trying to read what I meant by that. I wasn't angry or upset, just surprised, and I certainly didn't mean to discourage her, so I kissed her again and told her: "It's all right, baby, you just surprised me, that's all. So, you think this could be him, huh?" She said: "I think maybe so. He's a nice guy, a complete stranger, we're out of town, it all came up completely unexpectedly . . . and I really like the way he looks, darling . . . all rugged and tanned. . . and (smiling a little) . . . well . . . I'm thinking there's a lot of 'man' hidden in those jeans . . . might as well be greedy, I guess . . . I hope it doesn't bother you to hear me talk like that, Tim." 




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"No, Amy, it doesn't . . . not at all. You just caught me off guard, that's all. But it's up to you, babe, completely up to you. If he's the one, then he's one lucky son of a bitch! And I'm OK with it, too, really . . . damn, I'm more than OK. I'm starting to get excited!"

And I was, too. Suddenly, the realization that my fantasy of seeing Amy with another man might be coming true, and real soon, turned me on like a light switch. She reached up and hugged me tightly as she murmured "any way, don't get too excited . . . let's just see what happens" in my ear.

Greg had again come out of the apartment, this time as we were hugging. He said "Wow! I'm always interrupting you two, aren't I? I guess if you want any privacy, you really will have to get that room." We all smiled, and I told him that, actually, we already had one back at our hotel just down the road. Amy flashed one of her quick, irresistible smiles a guy just can't say "no" to, and invited him to join us for dinner at the hotel so we could repay his kindness for fixing her bike. I thought I detected a silent sigh of relief from her when, unaware of what she had on her mind right then, he said "yes". We made plans to meet that evening in the lounge for drinks before dinner. Greg went back inside, and we rode away on our bikes. 

By now, Amy had no interest in riding any more that day. All she wanted to do was go back to the hotel, rest a little, and begin getting herself fixed up for what might be a night we'd both remember. When we got back to the hotel, I tried a little to interest her in some pre-rendezvous lovemaking, but I could tell her mind was racing ahead toward things that might happen later. Actually, mine was, too, and it had already made me pretty darn horny. Any way, I didn't push the issue. After all, I hadn't exactly been deprived of it recently. 

As the time to go downstairs grew near, Amy sent me to get a bottle of wine "for later on . . . just in case", she said. When I returned, she was dressed and ready to go. She'd chosen a tasteful black mini-skirt that accentuated her long, shapely legs, and a simple white blouse that buttoned modestly up the front, one of my favorites on her. It looked great with her gorgeous light brown hair, which she had up in a little twist. I had no idea what she was wearing underneath her outfit, if anything. Though not all that flashy, it looked absolutely great on her. "Amy, if you're wearing that for Greg, he doesn't have a chance!", I told her. "I'm wearing it for you, silly. I know what it always does to you, and I like what pops up! Besides, I don't know what's going to happen with Greg." She kissed me, and we hugged each other tight, then kissed again. She was right, something had already begun to "pop up" . . . my thoughts of what might soon happen were already starting to get me hard.

As we headed for the door, Amy stopped me again and locked her eyes on mine. I could tell she was still a little uneasy about what might be "going to happen" in a little while. She said: "Tim, ever since we started talking about this, I've had all kinds of wild thoughts about what I might do with the right guy if . . . well, you know. I can see myself getting really, really naughty with Greg tonight, if things work out. He's very sexy, I think, and . . . yes, I admit it . . . I can't help thinking about what he's got in those pants of his. I don't know if it will even get to that tonight, but if it does . . . well, like Karin, my college roommate, used to say . . . 'there's nothing wrong with long, is there?' But are you sure you can accept me doing the things with him we've talked about . . . the kinds of things you know I'll do . . . that I do when I . . . things like I did for you that morning, or even more . . . are you sure you still want this for us?"

"I'm gonna answer that by asking you just one question, Amy. My answer's the same as yours - - is it something you want . . . for 'us' and for yourself? If your answer's 'yes', then so's mine . . . I hope it's 'yes' . . . but I'll love you just the same, no matter what you decide."

She was silent for just a moment, then said simply: "Then, 'yes'. I want this, too, darling. I'm so turned on right now, just thinking about what might happen in a little while." I hugged Amy tight, kissed my wife as passionately as I could, and said: "Well, then, let's go. Look at you, Amy . . . you look absolutely stunning tonight . . . just incredible . . . so beautiful and sexy . . . that poor guy doesn't stand a chance." Amy just smiled at me, saying: "Oh, he stands a chance, all right . . . in fact, I'd say he stands a very good chance . . . I think he might just get really lucky tonight . . . who knows? Oh, darling, the way I'm feeling right now, I could get awfully carried away tonight . . . I hope Greg got a good night's sleep last night, because I've got a feeling I'll be wanting both of you to stay 'up' for me all night long . . . just listen to me, would you? I've got such a dirty, one-track mind, don't I . . . just like you men." She winked, kissed me again and we turned to go.

We went downstairs. The hotel lounge was about half full, and the band had just started playing when Greg arrived. Wow, I thought, he sure looked a lot different than he did earlier that day. So, Amy had a pretty good eye, after all. The heads of more than one woman turned his way as he walked up and sat down to join us in a comfortable booth in the lounge. We ordered a round of drinks, and then I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I returned, the drinks had arrived and Amy and Greg were talking about dancing, something Greg apparently enjoyed as much as Amy . . . damn those light-footed ski instructors, any way.

"Why is it", he asked, "that you don't dance with this gorgeous creature more often?" 

That's always been a sore spot between us. Amy loves to dance, I don't.

"Because when we dance, I usually end up wanting to do something other than just dancing," I offered as the only excuse I could think of. Stopping in mid-sip from her drink, Amy gave me one of those little "oh, really?" looks, but I could tell she wasn't upset.

He looked at her. "Well, would you mind if I dance with her, then?" 

"Not at all, be my guest, but you'd better ask her, don't you think?" Amy smiled at me, then at him, offered her hand and said: "I'd love to."

And they did. I nursed my Scotch and water as I watched my wife and Greg dance. Fast songs, slow songs, they did them all. On the faster ones, Amy moved her body in that oh, so seductive way she does, and there was no way Greg (or any other man in the lounge) could ignore her allure. When the music slowed, though she wasn't obvious about it, I saw her press her body a little closer than I would have expected against Greg, and I was pretty sure he could tell it, too. From where I sat, it looked like they were enjoying themselves a lot, and it seemed like we'd all forgotten about the dinner we promised him. She told me later that, at one point as they danced to a slower song, Greg had whispered to her, "Amy, you do know you're driving me crazy, don't you?" She whispered back: "Good . . . I was hoping you'd say that . . . and from what I can tell, at least part of you doesn't seem to mind too much", then snuggled a little closer to him, pushing her groin up against his hardening cock as she said it. Taken a little aback by her reaction, he asked: "Aren't we going to get in trouble with your husband if we keep dancing like this?" Amy told him: "Don't worry, Greg . . . Tim doesn't mind us doing this at all . . . trust me." She told me that when she said that, he kind of half way smiled and then pressed himself a little closer against her, too.

The band finally took a break, so they came back to the booth. Greg was apparently still a little off-balance from Amy's comments, and wasn't sure just how I was going to react, so there was a moment of awkward silence as they stood there. Finally, I broke it by saying "well, it looked like you really enjoyed yourselves out there. Thanks for getting me off the hook with my wife, Greg." Realizing now that I wasn't angry, and no doubt well on his way to becoming a victim of his own "blood supply" problem, he said: "It was my pleasure, believe me . . . and you were right, Tim . . . dancing with Amy's made me want to do something besides dancing, too."

Still standing beside Greg, but looking straight at me, Amy said: "me, too" in a soft, sexy way that both Greg and I heard and clearly understood. She looked up at Greg and said: "So . . . what do you have in mind?" There was no mistaking what she meant, either.

That was a great big slow pitch my sexy wife had thrown us, just hanging there, waiting to be hit out of the park.

It was now or never. Everything had happened so spontaneously, and Amy sure seemed like she was ready. Greg didn't say anything so, with my throat a little dry, I took the big step: "Maybe what we should do is just go up to our suite. You two can dance some more, if you want, and we can order room service later on." The implications of what I had just said were obvious to us all.

Amy didn't hesitate. Putting her arm in Greg's, she looked up, first at me and then at Greg, and said: "Oh, darling, I'd really like that. How about you, Greg?" He said simply: "Lead the way."

We went upstairs immediately, Amy walking between the two of us, with one of her arms through each of ours. Her grip on my arm was tight, but her head was tilted slightly toward Greg's broad shoulder as we walked in silence toward the room.

Our suite was bigger than the room we usually had for our getaways, maybe another sign that this was the right time. A last-minute cancellation by a high roller had freed this one up, and for once, I was in the right place at the right time when we checked in. In addition to a large bedroom with a king-size bed, it had a living room, a fireplace, a bar with a hardwood area in front of it, and a wall stereo system. I poured each of us a glass of the wine I'd bought, turned on some music, lit a fire and sat down on a pile of pillows in front of the fireplace. They took quick sips of their wine, and then Greg took Amy's hand and led her to the small area in front of the bar, just a few feet away. They began to dance again, this time a lot slower and more seductively, molding their bodies closer and closer to one another while I watched from nearby. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and the best was yet to come! "The best" wasn't all that would be coming in that suite that night, either, I was pretty sure. 

Greg and Amy continued dancing. Most of the light in the room came from the fireplace, making their slowly moving figures look very sexy. They were still dancing, I guess you could call it, but just barely. He was holding her close, his hands moving gently up and down her back as she nestled her head on his shoulder. A very sexy sight. All of us knew, though, that something more - - a whole lot more - - was going to happen in just a few moments.

Greg broke the silence, and asked me: "Can I kiss your wife?"

His blunt question put me in a position of having to decide, once and for all, if this is what I wanted, to see my wife have sex with another man. I already knew what my answer was, but the final say was Amy's, like always. I answered: "That's up to her. Amy?"

Amy had already made her decision, too. "I want you to . . .", she said, with a soft, inviting look in her eyes. She stood on tiptoe, and offered her lips to Greg. Their lips met, lightly at first, and then Amy backed away slightly, her eyes piercing Greg's as she searched for his reaction. He responded by drawing her tight against him and resuming their kiss, this time more passionate and probing. I could see their tongues working as they explored one another. 

They parted - - Amy looked up at him, her eyes fixed on his, her face flushed but oh, so sexy. The flickering light from the fireplace highlighted her soft curves. My wife's beauty was overwhelming to me. I wanted to let her know I was OK with what she was doing, and that it was all right with me for her to take things further, if that's what she wanted to do. 

"It's been a long time since you've been seduced," I said, "hasn't it, Amy?"

"Yes, darling . . . much too long." She was still looking right at Greg when she said it.

"What if Greg wanted to seduce you right now?" That was another slow pitch, this time from me.

"I'd love for him to . . .", she said, her beckoning eyes and that sultry, sexy gaze of hers still focused right on Greg. She reached up and kissed him again, her tongue once more teasing his, to let him know she really meant it. 

So, her decision had been made. Greg would be the one to fuck my wife, right here, while I watched him do it.

Without saying a word, Greg returned her kiss passionately. Knowing they were about to become lovers, they embraced, holding one another tightly, urgently pressing their bodies against one another as they kissed. Finally, Greg broke the kiss. He turned Amy around so she was facing me where I sat, just a couple of feet away, and then stood behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and she twisted her head around slightly to face him. He leaned down to her upturned face and kissed her deeply. As he did so, he slid his hands, now slower and more gently, up and down the sides of her body, barely grazing her breasts before returning. She melted backward into him as I watched another man begin the seduction of my wife.

So, it was really going to happen.

"I'd love to see your hair down," Greg said. She moved her hands behind her head, causing her breasts to jut out ever more seductively than before, and in a moment her soft, silky hair cascaded down to her shoulders.

He tilted his head, so that he could move closer to her ear. Amy, feeling his movement, instinctively tilted her head to the right, making her ear more accessible and, with her right hand, reached up and pulled her hair away to the back, exposing her ear and neck.

"You're so beautiful, Amy . . . your skin's so soft . . . you taste wonderful," he said as his mouth met her ear. The massive erection I'd had since we'd gotten to the suite got even harder, if that was possible, as I watched her surrender to his advances. It didn't go down any, either, when I heard her murmur back to him: "Ohhh, baby . . . you feel good to me, Greg . . ."

His arms reached around her, his right circling her waist, holding her to him. His left hand captured hers. He found her ring finger, the one with the wedding ring on it, and he placed her hand on top of his. With hers still on top, he raised his left hand and placed it on her breast. I watched as his hand covered her mound - - seeing Greg's hand cupping Amy's breast as her own wedding-ringed hand held it there made it all the more erotic.

"It's finally happening . . .," Amy whispered to me.

His hand released hers, reached up to her neck, and expertly undid one button, and another, until her blouse was undone to about her cleavage. Then, he pulled at the collar to expose more neck and shoulder. His mouth traced down that curve as she moved to make it easier for him. I sat a few feet in front of her, mesmerized by Amy's transformation from my loving wife to another man's passionate lover. Her eyes had that dreamy look as her body encouraged him to continue.

He kept one hand at her waist, while the other was pulling her collar to the side so he could kiss her shoulder, now exposed beyond the straps of her bra. Returning his hand to release the next button on her blouse, I heard him whisper, "I can't wait much longer, Amy . . . " before he bent lower again, to taste her shoulder.

Her hands met his at the buttons of her blouse. "Let me do that for you, then . ." She looked down at me. "You want this, too . . . don't you, darling?"

"Oh, yes." My voice sounded far away, and my hand dropped to my pants as I began rubbing my cock. Amy saw me doing it, and saw the bulge she was creating for me. "So, you really do...oh, I'm so horny right now . . . this is so incredibly sexy."

Amy's own hands unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. Greg gently slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy bra that only barely concealed her breasts. Greg then unzipped her skirt, and eased it down over her hips until it fell to the floor beneath her. Now, only the bra and a tiny bikini panty shielded my wife's body from the view of another man for the first time since we were married. I could see Amy's hard nipples poking through the flimsy bra, confirming just how aroused she already was.

Still facing me, Amy put her hands behind her, atop the outline of Greg's cock, and felt the length of his hardness through his pants. "Oh, baby, his cock's so long and hard for me already... but I know how to get it even bigger", she said, all the while looking right into my eyes and licking her lips suggestively, as if she had his cock between them. I was dying. I was still rubbing myself, and I unbuckled my pants to get more room. I was worried I'd come right there, but somehow, I held back.

"Greg, please undo my bra." He did, and as she shrugged it off her shoulders, my wife's tits, so soft and full and round, were surrendered. Her eyes still locked on mine, she reached for his hands and placed them on her breasts. He squeezed them, lightly pinching her hard nipples between his fingers as I watched, the first touch of her bare femininity by another man in more than a dozen years, I was sure. She leaned back into him, putting her hands on top of his and hugging herself closer to him with a quiet sigh of pleasure. They stood like that for a few moments, Greg's hands slowly but thoroughly exploring her breasts while Amy closed her eyes in soft surrender to him. Finally, she stepped away from Greg toward me. "Darling", she said to me, "I don't think we'll need my panties for a while . . . would you take them off for us?" She reached for my hands, then put them on her hips and thrust herself forward, positioning herself so that my nose and lips were right up against the tiny, lacy patch of her panties. I looked up at her, saw the lust in her eyes, and then peeled the elastic of Amy's panties down from her hips, exposing my own wife's pussy so she could offer it to another man. I could tell she was now highly aroused. Her musky, heady fragrance was strong, and the lips of her opening were pink and swollen. I wanted to dive into her wetness face-first, but I knew better . . . when she said ". . . take them off for us", I knew what she meant. For the time being, she was Greg's, not mine. I had willingly removed the last vestige of her modesty, at her request. We were both committed to this now. 

She turned back around and faced Greg, her legs slightly spread as she openly displayed her bareness to him. He stood there, still fully clothed, his eyes devouring her. Stepping back toward him, she said: "Baby, you've got way too many clothes on" in that sexy, sultry voice she does so well. He helped her lift the pullover shirt over his head, revealing a tanned, hairy chest and taut, muscled arms. She slipped her hands down his chest, feeling his flat stomach, and began to unbuckle his belt. As she did so, she lightly kissed her way down his front. When her hands reached his belt, she dropped to her knees, rubbing his crotch with one hand as the other unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. When they were loosened, she pulled them to the floor and he stepped out of them, leaving only his boxers between his cock and my wife's view. She rubbed her hands up and down his legs, up into his shorts, and fondled his balls and ass. The wet spot on his shorts was obvious - - he, too, was hard as a rock. 

The whole situation had obviously gotten Amy in the mood for uninhibited sex, and it didn't look like there was going to be anything off-limits for her with Greg. Still not taking down his shorts, she kissed his cock through them, lightly biting and stroking it until just the head popped out the hole in the front. She bit that, too, at first, and then took it inside her mouth, tonguing it wetly and alternately sucking and licking it. 




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"And you won't be needing these for a while, either", Amy said, as she pulled his shorts down quickly. His cock sprang free, the hard shaft pointing straight at her, only inches away. I was surprised by the massive size of Greg's penis. It was a full 10" long and close to 3" thick - a whole lot of "manhood", just like she thought. Amy was in for quite a night, it looked like to me, and she was obviously impressed with what she'd found, too. "Oh, Greg, your cock's enormous...mmm, mmm, I've never had one this big . . . oh, lover, that looks so good . . . mmm, mmm", she purred. She took his swollen cock in both hands, jacking it back and forth and licking it all over before once more taking as much of it as she could get in her mouth. My loving wife, Amy, was on her knees, right in front of me, wantonly sucking the horse-sized cock of another man and obviously turned on by doing it. I stood up, took my pants off, too, and began stroking myself as I watched. Incredible!

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Greg stood still, his hips slightly rocking back and forth and his hands holding her head gently as Amy continued her oral assault on his cock. I probably would have already come if she'd been doing it like that for so long to me. He had to be getting close, too, and yet she showed no signs of letting up. She licked his balls, kissed every inch of his manhood and stroked him between her hands as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Finally, his hands tilted her face upward toward him and their eyes met. He eased her head away from his penis and raised her gently to her feet. Without saying a word, we all moved into the bedroom, and I took a seat in a chair near the foot of the bed while Greg and Amy got on the big bed. Greg got on his hands and knees, and my wife lay on her back beneath him. 

Greg leaned down and kissed Amy hard, then started to move down my wife's body, his hands caressing her breasts, pinching her taut nipples. He kissed between her breasts, then continued kissing down toward her flat stomach. I watched as she brought her knees up and spread them apart, on either side of his shoulders, as he continued down her body. He put a hand on each of her knees and spread them even further. There was my wife, her legs open wide, shamelessly presenting herself, her cunt, to her lover while I watched her do it.

"Are you ready for me, Amy?" he asked.

I heard her moan "oh, yeah . . . I'm ready . . . right now, baby . . . do whatever you want."

Her wet pussy was fully exposed, and it was clear she wanted him to have it. Greg headed toward my wife's sex, moving lower between her legs until it was only inches from his face, and Amy was hunching herself upward toward him, openly inviting, almost begging, him to feast on her. The sight was incredible, and I knew it would get even better, real quick.

He could tell she wanted him to devour her, but he took it a lot slower than I thought he would. Greg started with Amy's feet, gently kissing every square inch of both. Then, he moved to her ankles.

He alternated between legs, slowly making his way up her legs, kissing every bit of skin he could find. As he kissed one leg, he lightly stroked the other. Amy moaned, indicating her heightened pleasure. Greg teased her thighs around her pussy. Amy's squirms showed how badly she wanted him to touch her most sensitive spot. Her aroma was enticing and her opening was glistening with wetness.

Despite the obvious throbbing of his cock, Greg somehow still held back from giving her the serious pussy licking my wife was craving. Amy was going crazy, every nerve ending in her body electrified to Greg's touching, responding to kisses and caresses in areas she didn't even know could feel so good. Greg gently rolled her over and began to kiss Amy's ass, parting her tender folds with his probing tongue. She didn't resist, and spread her legs even wider so he could reach wherever he wanted. After grazing the rim of her tiny, tight asshole with his tongue, he continued kissing her body, up Amy's back, across her shoulders, along the sides of her neck, lightly stroking her skin as he went. She moaned and whimpered from the tender attention he was giving her body.

He rolled Amy over again and gently kissed her soft lips. "Please, baby, do me now, I need it so bad," she said, grabbing his head, raising her hips and trying to push his head downward toward her pussy. But Greg wasn't finished yet. He resisted her downward push and, instead, kissed her breasts, his lips sucking in first one nipple, then the other. Amy arched her back to force more of her soft full breasts into his mouth. He sucked on them, wetly tonguing them and gently biting her hardened nipples, and she gasped with pleasure . . . she was obviously incredibly turned on since, when I did that, she seldom ever responded at all. I guess I should have been jealous, but the sight of my wife becoming so aroused by a stranger's tongue torture of her body, right in front of me, was fantastic! 

Greg's tantalizing teasing continued until, finally, he headed downward, kissing and lightly nipping across her stomach, toward the wetness between her legs, as she held his head and guided him there. He slipped under both of Amy's legs, one over each shoulder, and moved his hands up across her hips and waist and cupped her breasts. He tenderly kissed Amy's soft thighs on both sides as he moved closer to her throbbing cunt. She jumped with each touch, then rotated her hips to try and move her sensitive opening to Greg's mouth. He kissed all around it, avoiding her movements and staying away from her clitoris, even though it protruded noticeably. He began to lick around her opening.

Amy was trembling with desire. Her pussy was very wet. Her juices were flowing and soaking the bed. Greg didn't let it go to waste, finally plunging his face into Amy's hole like a hungry man devouring a juicy steak. Amy jerked and gasped through a powerful orgasm as he licked her inside and out. Once her breathing had calmed a bit, instead of pushing Greg away or saying "your turn, now, baby", Amy stayed right where she was, on her back, her legs still spread wide open, blatantly inviting Greg to continue devouring her.

He needed no further encouragement from her. Greg kneeled between her legs, pushing them open even wider and lapping at her pussy with long, wet strokes of his tongue until Amy began to moan again. Then, he stuck first two, then three fingers deep in her cunt, pushed his thumb against the tiny bud of her asshole, clamped his mouth over her clitoris and sucked on it hard, flicking it with his tongue. This sent her plunging into yet another orgasm. Her hands grabbed the back of Greg's head and pushed it into her pussy as though she wanted to stuff him deep inside her. If that wasn't enough, her legs clamped his head like a vice. Amy thrashed on the bed, taking Greg's head and fingers with her. After what seemed like several minutes, breathing heavily, she said, "Damn . . . was that ever worth the wait . . . that was incredible." Amy began to lap at the pussy juice on Greg's face like a puppy licks his bowl. Once he could tell she was satisfied that she had cleaned him up, he raised back up on all fours above her. She smiled up at him and said: "Now then . . . let's see . . . you've already made me come twice . . . and they were soooo good, Greg . . . but I still haven't felt that big cock of yours inside me yet . . . I think it's time we do something about that." 

Most of the time, coming once, or maybe twice, was enough to satisfy Amy. There were certain times, however, when she demanded hard, sustained sex, and countless more orgasms. I'd never known exactly what it was that would trigger such an insatiable need in her. Maybe she didn't know herself. 

Whatever it was, though, it was clear this was going to be one of those nights. Amy was on fire, I could tell, and there wasn't much of a limit to what she wanted or what she'd do when she was like that. Greg was in for quite a ride. "But before we do," she said, "I wanna make sure you're really ready for me," and she reached out and grabbed Greg's straining cock, which protruded like a pump handle down at her from between his legs. "You just lay back now, 'cause this gorgeous cock of yours still needs some attention . . . it's my turn to play with you a while." 

Amy swung up with the quickness of a wrestler, grabbed Greg by the arm, and flipped him off his hands and knees and onto his back on the bed. As he did so, the bed sheet covered his bulging cock, though you could see the wet spot from his pre-cum where the sheet stuck to it. She lay on her stomach on the bed, her legs spread and hanging off the edge right in front of where I sat, obviously wanting me to have a good, close look at her ass and the wet, juicy pussy that Greg had just eaten so well. My sweet wife ran her hand up the outlined shaft of Greg's cock, but didn't remove the sheet. Instead, she looked back over her shoulder at me, then looked at Greg, and said, "I wonder what this could be . . . something yummy, maybe? . . . I'll try a little taste and see if I like it." She nuzzled her face onto the sheet, right at the tip of his cock, and flicked her tongue over the wet spot. Then, not moving her face away, she slowly pulled the sheet off Greg's cock, leaving nothing between 10" of hard male shaft and her waiting mouth. She let a little drool wet the head, then swallowed as much of Greg's cock as she could get down her throat. Given his size, I was surprised how much she got down. Then, she took him out of her mouth, stroked his cock up and down and turned back around to me, saying: "Mmm, it's yummy, all right . . . look at me . . . swallowing Greg's cock like this . . . it's huge . . . see, it won't all fit in my mouth . . . his balls are so big and full, darling . . . mmm, I wanna suck them dry . . . and you want me to do that . . . don't you?" 

All I could say was "oh, yeah" as I sat transfixed, stroking my cock even harder. She saw what I was doing and said: "Wait, Tim . . . you're just supposed to be watching right now, remember?" "I know . . . but Amy, this is so incredibly hot . . . I'm about to explode." It was apparent that any reluctance Amy may have had about taking another lover while I watched had long since faded, and she was now the one in control of our situation. She told me to put my pants back on and to put a pillow in my lap so I couldn't rub any more. "All right, Amy, but I might come, any way." She flickered her tongue at me and said: "Save that big load of yours for me, baby . . . I'll make it worth your while, I promise. Right now, though, I'm gonna help Greg catch up with me . . . and I can see he's already got a big load of his own waiting for me." Turning back to Greg, she lowered her head back down to lick off a big, pearly drop of pre-cum that was seeping from the tip of his dick.

Amy was really into things now. She wanted me to watch her taste him, to see her as she swallowed his cock. She wanted to see the look on my face as she did it. She sat back up and turned Greg around so his head was toward me, then she got on her hands and knees between his legs. This way, she could look down at Greg's big cock, and up at me, as she sucked it. As if speaking to Greg, but looking straight at me, Amy took him out of her mouth for a moment, licked him slowly from the base of his balls all along his cock, then flicked the head of his cock with her tongue and said: "I think my husband likes how I look with your cock in my mouth . . . and I nodded "yes!" Lowering herself once more, Amy then laid Greg's penis against the side of her head, her long hair caressing it and sticking to its moist surface. She cupped his balls in her hands, flashing a lustful look up at me again, then back to Greg. She raised his heavy cock up so she could reach his balls with her tongue, then sucked and licked each of them. Still cupping his balls, she kissed both of them and said "These better be full, 'cause Amy wants lots of creamy hot stuff tonight." She laved his whole sac with her tongue, paying special attention to the area under the shaft and the sac itself. I don't know how he kept from squirting right there, but then again, I couldn't have held back as long as he had already. If Amy had climaxed after riding my tongue, like she had from Greg's thorough tongue lashing of her, it would have driven me over the top. 

Greg said "Amy, if you keep this up, I'm gonna shoot sky high. I love the way you're sucking my cock, but right now, I really wanna fuck you." 

Amy raised her head back up, a long thick strand of his pre-cum mixed with her saliva still strung between his cock and her mouth. "So you wanna fuck me, huh? So, then, fuck me . . . but I want another mouthful of this thing later. Now, gimme that big cock of yours, Greg . . . bury that monster in me! And you'd better fuck me good with it . . . really good. Really hard and deep and good."

I liked the idea of seeing her get what she wanted, too. I watched as Greg moved Amy back onto her back. He pushed a pillow under her hips, thrusting her gaping pussy upward in a nasty invitation to his cock. Suddenly, Amy looked over at me and said "I want you here with me while it happens!" I got up and went to the bed, sitting beside her. 

She pulled herself up a little so she could watch what was about to happen to her, to us, to our marriage. She was beside herself with lust, anticipating the feeling of Greg's thick, stiff shaft as it penetrated her, the first cock other than mine to do so in such a long time. She looked up at me and said in an urgent, lusting voice, "Watch him fuck me . . . damn, I want this . . . oh, Tim, I love you." I said: "I love you, too, Amy, so much. This is all I could've ever dreamed, and more. Now, I want to watch your face while he fills you with his cum."

With that, Greg said "So, you want me to fuck you really hard and deep and good, huh?" And right then, he plunged his cock into her juicy hole. Two strokes and he was buried to the hilt. Amy's insides were on fire, filled with the long, thick flesh of her new lover, and though she reached over with one hand and grabbed my raging cock through my pants, squeezing it until I thought there was no blood left in it, she was obviously feeling nothing other than Greg's throbbing, hard manhood as he stuffed her with it. In and out, long strokes, balls slapping her ass as he pounded into her. Greg shifted up a little, the length of his shaft rubbing stroking hard against her clitoris. Finally, Amy couldn't handle any more. She let go of my cock, and grabbed Greg's ass with both hands, as if to pull him even deeper inside. I let her head back down on the bed. She whimpered, bucked, and ground her pussy onto Greg's invading shaft, using leverage from the pillow under her hips to force him deeper into her. I saw her tremble, then stiffen. "Oh, fuckkk!" she groaned, and I knew she'd just come again. Finally, she slowed some, but still didn't stop hunching. Greg began moving his hips up and down a little. When her hips were up, his were down. Then when her hips pitched down, his were up to where only the first couple of inches remained in her. The swollen head of his cock rubbed against her engorged clit. When he'd slow up, she'd go harder and faster. It was clear that she wasn't done with him.

"Oh, yeah . . . faster, harder, don't stop now, fuck me, deeper . . . yeah, just like that . . . fuck me, you bastard. . . oh, fuck . . . get it all the way in there . . . give me that cock . . . oh, yeah!" So nasty, her language, and so hot, my wife!  

Greg didn't disappoint her. The sexual power driving into Amy was awesome. What was most amazing was Amy's thirst for it. Her hunger for it . . . she wanted it all. As Greg's speed increased, so did Amy's breathing, her thrashing, and her grunting with each impact. Also increasing was the spread of her legs. With each thrust, her knees spread wider and her legs came back further and further. Her pelvis pitched up a little more. My loving wife was impaling herself on the massive cock of another man. 

Her wantonness triggered another rapidly approaching orgasm, this time for both of them. Amy, who by now seemed to be lost in continuous orgasm, felt the swell of Greg's impending explosion. She urged him on: "Yeah, that's it, don't hold back . . . empty those big balls into me! Come on, you nasty fucker . . . give it to me. I wanna feel your hot cum in me, way down deep!" After several more hard thrusts, Greg stopped, his cock buried as deep inside her as he could get. Amy gripped his hips even tighter, holding her sex tight against his pelvic bone. I couldn't see what was going on inside her, but her face told me he was shooting a blast of his hot, sticky cum deep into my wife. His gasping confirmed that my wife had just been fucked and filled by another man, and that she'd demanded and taken the load he shot deep into her, right before my eyes.

I was intoxicated from the sights I'd just seen, and by the things and feelings I'd just seen my wife experience. My loving wife lay on the bed beside me, full of another man's cock and the cum she'd milked from it. She'd done it for me, at least at first, and I loved her for it so much. But she'd clearly taken her own pleasure from it, too, and I wondered if Amy might no longer be satisfied with just what I could do for her. A huge bridge had just been crossed, and there was no going back. Now, we'd see if it was going to have any backlash from either of us. 

It didn't take very long to see that Amy had no remorse about what she'd done. I know I sure didn't. She raised herself up and put her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply, her tongue lashing at my own as we frantically embraced. I was still as horny as I'd ever been in my life, and she showed absolutely no signs of letting up. We'd all forgotten completely about dinner.

Greg wasn't done, either. His libido was still in high gear, so much so that he pulled out and lowered his head down right between her legs, kissing and licking her, right where his own cock had been moments ago. He tongued her cum-filled pussy until she began to writhe again, then lifted his head and moved up along Amy's stomach, between her tits, to her mouth. She opened her mouth to receive his kiss and a taste of her own pussy juice, mixed with what Greg had just left in her. Then, he rolled her over onto her hands and knees and slipped his cock back inside her, this time from the rear. She lowered her face to the bed, but stayed on her knees, her pussy wide open and welcoming his doggy-style assault from the rear. He was apparently reaching places and doing things for Amy that my cock just couldn't do, and Amy arched her back and stuck her ass further upward toward him so he could go even deeper. She told me later she'd never been fucked so hard or deep. Greg began to pump his cock into her furiously, his balls slapping against her ass with each downward thrust, and his grunts and the juicy sound of her wet cunt filled the suite. Sensing his impending second orgasm, Amy urged him on: "Come again for me, Greg, keep fucking me . . . don't stop now . . . give it to me again . . . yeah, fill me up with your cum." Greg needed no further encouragement. He groaned as he poured another load of steamy cream into my wife, this time from behind. When he was done, he pulled out, rubbing the remaining drips of his cum down the crack of her ass until he softened, then he rolled off beside her, temporarily exhausted. With kind of a dreamy, sexy look on her face, Amy collapsed, eased onto her back and smiled up at me. She was in sexual overdrive by now, and made no effort to cover herself. Her legs were still spread wide apart, with a white froth now covering her cunt hair, and there was a wad of Greg's semen dripping down toward the crack of her ass. "So, baby, do I look as good as I feel?" she said seductively. "I've still got room for more . . . do you have something hot and sticky for me, too?" I answered by dropping my pants, climbing onto her body and shoving my cock right into her sopping pussy. 




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Her cunt was already full of two loads of hot, wet cum, and the feeling was unbelievable. I fucked my wife with a passion I had never felt before. I'd been on the verge of coming in my pants for what seemed like hours as I had watched them, and in moments, a blast of my own cum was mixing with Greg's inside my wife.

She couldn't have felt much, I'm sure, because it was over so quick and she was already so wet and full of Greg. Nevertheless, she hugged me tight as I shuddered through my own long-overdue climax. As I returned to my senses, she took my face in her hands and kissed me all over it, almost frantically, saying: "oh, darling, I love you so much, I love you, oh, darling, please, tell me you still love me." I stopped her, took her face in my hands, and said: "Amy, I love you . . . I do, and I always will. I love you more than you can know right now. You're so beautiful, so...." She stopped me this time, and whispered: "Thank you, darling, oh, thank you. I love you so much", and rolled me over onto my back. She said to Greg: "Please get me a warm, wet towel from the bathroom." He quickly did, and Amy slipped down lower toward my waist to wash off my still semi-erect cock. Before using the towel, however, she bent her head and licked my softening cock until it was clean. So erotically lewd but loving! "I wanted something from all three of us to remember this night by", she said. Then, she washed me gently and thoroughly with the towel. When she finished, she winked at me and said: "I hope both of you've got more where that came from, because I'm not even close to being finished with either of you . . . but now, Greg, let's take a bath so I can get cleaned up . . . and Tim, would you order us something light from room service?"

They headed to the bathroom, which had a big Roman Jacuzzi with a sitting area all around it. I did as I was asked, ordering a bowl of fruit with yogurt and whipped cream. At that time of night, it didn't take room service very long, and I kept the door to the bedroom closed until the waiter left. Amy and Greg were in there at least 20 minutes. I could hear the sound of the Jacuzzi and a little splashing every now and then, but not much else. Though it didn't bother me that they were in there alone like that, I wondered what was taking them so long.

Despite our newly open discussions about sex, Amy still hasn't told me yet exactly what they did to get her "cleaned up". So far, no doubt just to tease me, all she's said is: "So you're not the only guy around who loves to eat a wet pussy," and "Does every man get hard that quick when you play with his ass?" and "I had no idea those water jets could feel so good in so many places". Those comments leave something to the imagination, of course. Could it be that my wife has a little more of a kinky streak in her than she's admitted so far? Actually, I kinda hope so. 

Any way, after their bath, we all took a short break. The fruit gave us some much-needed energy, and I couldn't believe Amy - - my formerly shy, self-conscious wife - - did with the whipped cream. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread just a little, she dipped her finger into the bowl and got a big scoop of it, traced a creamy line from the inside of her knee up to the edge of her sex, and then asked Greg if he'd like to try a little "Amy a la mode". In an instant, he was on his knees between her legs, spreading them wider and licking up every inch of that line of whipped cream until he reached the end. Then, working it in and out like a piston, he tongue-fucked her as she tousled his hair and looked right at me, until she had yet another orgasm. Her little act sure started getting both Greg and me hard again. The spoonfuls of yogurt she then put in her hands and smeared over each of our cocks before licking them clean didn't slow us down, either. 

Amy excused herself and went back into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was wearing a slinky black outfit I'd never seen. She started a seductive striptease for us. One piece after another was removed until she stood before us, totally nude once more. She spread her legs slightly, licked the fingers of one hand, and then rubbed them brazenly in and out of her freshly washed pussy. Then, she held them out to Greg so he could lick them off, one by one, while she looked right at me. We were both ready for more by that time!

Then Amy lay back down on the bed, face up. Greg immediately climbed between her legs and started fucking her again. After a few moments, I motioned for Greg to let me in . . . I really wanted to fuck my wife, and I'd come too quickly the last time. Greg rolled off and sat beside her, near her head, and I took his place in Amy's cunt. As I started fucking Amy, she reached over and grabbed Greg's cock, just like she had mine. Instead of squeezing it, though, she took it in her mouth and began sucking it (I guess she'd meant what she said earlier about wanting more of it). He leaned over her a little, and began to pump his hips, sliding himself in and out between her lips as she opened her throat to swallow as much of him as she could handle. This was another first for her, having two cocks in her at once. It had only been a little while since Greg had come in her...twice...so I was surprised he was ready to go again. She kept sucking on his cock as he pumped his hips faster, and he was now basically fucking her mouth. "Come in my mouth", she managed to say between strokes. "Give it all to me, baby . . . I wanna taste that hot, sweet cum of yours". Amy obviously wanted it, too, opening her mouth wide, her head tilted back, her tongue thrust forward to receive his load.

Greg started stroking his cock, the swollen head resting on her bottom lip. He began to come for the third time, though only a small amount came out. It looked so incredibly hot, the milky spurt flowing into Amy's mouth and onto her tongue. She swallowed it in a single gulp, then licked her lips as if to say she wanted more. The image pushed me over the edge and I added my cum to the two loads of Greg's and one of mine already there, filling my wife's cunt even more. When I pulled out, she surprised me by sliding down to my crotch and licking me clean in long, loving strokes, even tonguing my balls and that little area at the base of my balls until, incredibly, my cock started to harden once again. 

Afterwards, the atmosphere was relaxed for a little while, but it wasn't long before she started again. She couldn't seem to get enough of Greg's huge cock that night. Without any shame or embarrassment, she tried to possess it. Right in front of me, she stroked it, licked it, sucked it and fucked it all night long. Somehow, Greg kept it hard for her, too, and he even managed to come again for her when, with him on his knees straddled across her chest, she jacked him off and rubbed his cum all over her tits. 

Amy's ultimate liberation from any previous "I don't do that" attitudes she may have had toward sex was reached that night. She tried every way, and every position, imaginable. At one point after their bath, I watched Amy get on her knees and lean over forward, her elbows and palms flat on the bed and her ass pointing lewdly upward toward Greg, who proceeded to drive her to a shattering climax by thoroughly tonguing her asshole, and then double fingering her ass and pussy at the same time, two fingers in each hole. Later on, with her pussy spread wide open, sitting on his face as she held onto the bed's headboard, Greg ate her to yet another climax, too, slurping his own cum and mine from her dripping pussy. She went wild when he did this, groaning incoherently and forcing herself down onto his thrusting tongue as if to jam it deep inside her. My sweet wife simply gave herself up to passion that night, saying and doing things I don't think she'd ever thought about before, or at least hadn't mentioned to me. Once, while Greg and I watched, she even sat in the bedside chair, her legs apart and straddled over the arms, and slowly fingered herself to an orgasm, all the while looking right at us as she did so. Now, that was really something to see. She can do that little show again for me any time she wants to!

In all, Amy was fucked and eaten by Greg countless times and ways that night, and she had her way with his cock almost as many times and ways. She was a sexual inferno, even making herself come several times in her "do it myself" shows. Though I started off as just an observer, my wife and I fucked four times that night, too. Greg and I even double-fucked Amy - - a first for her and me both. With Greg on his back, she impaled herself on his cock, then wiggled her ass and beckoned me from the chair with a little crooked finger movement that said, "come here". She opened a little jar of Vaseline (she must have stashed it by the bed when I went to get the wine), and taking a small dab of it in her hands, greased my cock up and down, which felt pretty good by itself. But it got a whole lot better. Once I was nice and slick, she had me mount her from the rear, and helped me ease my cock into her ass. The tight fit and feeling were fantastic. She had him in her pussy, me in her ass, and she was in another world, constantly moaning as we moved in and out of her from above and below. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, but she made it clear she didn't want either of us to stop. She's told me since then that, out of everything that happened that night, it gave her the most incredible feelings of all, and that she was simply overloaded by sensations as we filled her from both ends at once. She didn't even know if Greg or I had come when we did her that way. But I had, for sure. The sight of my own cock sliding in and out of Amy's tight ass, at the same time as another man's cock was buried to the hilt in her sopping wet pussy, was too much for me to take, and I left a load of cum deep in my wife's bowels. 

The fact that she'd stashed that Vaseline is a pretty clear indication that she was hoping, at least, that one of us might come through her back door that night. Now that I think about it, from the things she'd said over the previous few weeks, and judging from everything she did that night, Amy's always wanted more attention paid to her ass during sex. I wish she'd said something about it before, or that I'd tried it and found out she liked it. Until a few weeks ago, I really didn't know that Amy had even thought about that kind of sex. You can't change history, though. Any way, she sure liked all the attention Greg paid to it, and he spent a lot of time doing her like that, lots of different ways. Now that things have changed, however, I know she likes it that way, too, which is good, because I found out that night that I like doing her that way. Amy's cute ass is really sexy, and I can think of all kinds of attention I'd like to give it. I'll bet she likes the things I come up with, too.

By the time the sun began to rise, we were all exhausted. Amy must have had dozens of orgasms that night. No inhibitions held her back, nothing we did was off limits or too nasty for her, and none of her holes were left unfilled. 

So much for our ideas about a quickie or a tender, romantic experience. But it was far better the way it had turned out. Greg left shortly after we woke up that morning. No numbers or addresses were exchanged, and Amy told me she had no desire to see him again. I had no regrets about what either of us had done the night before, and Amy didn't seem to, either. If anything, it seemed like we were more in love with one another than ever before. The rest of the trip was filled with tenderness, lots of handholding, lots of kissing, and the quiet celebration of just being together. We made love the next night, just the two of us, and her passion for me seemed only to have intensified. The only real difference I could see was that now, she seemed to enjoy doing those things that she hadn't cared for that much before, that is, before the night with Greg. Believe me, I had no complaints about THAT! 

We didn't talk much about the night itself until we returned home. Back in our own bed, I held Amy and told her I loved her. I thanked her for fulfilling my fantasy, and told her it was more incredible than anything I could have ever imagined. In the dark, she said: "I've got to admit it, Tim . . . I loved every second of it . . . you know, every now and then, even a 'good girl' needs a night where she can let herself go completely . . . where she can have raw, crazy sex with anyone she wants, with as many as she wants, any way she wants . . . and I needed a night like that, too, baby . . . I really did. Most married women can only fantasize about it, but because of you, I got to do a whole lot more than just fantasize. But, what I loved most about the whole thing was you, darling . . . for letting me do it, for being there with me, and for still loving me when it was over. I've always loved you, but now, with everything that's happened, I love you so much more, so much deeper and stronger than ever before. I can't imagine someone loving me so much that a night like that could have happened . . . that I could do all those sexy, naughty things I did with Greg, and yet you'd still be here . . . but here you are, in my arms, loving me more than you ever have. Everything that happened that night was so erotic, and so exciting, and yet I felt so safe and secure, all because I knew that you loved me, and that you'd still love me when it was over. I love you, too . . . and I always will." 

She hugged me as tight as she could and, with a hint of one of those "sobs of joy" women seem to have when they're overcome with the emotion of a moment, whispered: "Make love to me . . . please, darling, make love to me." 

She didn't have say any more. I wanted to make love to her, too . . . to hold her, to touch her, to shower her with tenderness and to let her know how much I loved her. Without knowing for sure what would happen but trusting what I said - - that I wanted it that way and that I'd still love her afterward, no matter what - - she'd changed the course of our lives, our love and our marriage, in so many ways and all for the better. Now, all I wanted to do was return her love and trust, and to please her for all the incredible things she'd done to please me. Earlier that summer, it never would have started like this, but I knew she'd welcome it now. I raised up on one elbow, looked at Amy and said: "You know, Amy, even with all that sex the other night, there's something I missed out on . . . and you know how much I like a little bed-time snack." Amy looked over at me and just smiled, saying: "Gee, I wonder what my horny husband has on his mind?" But she already knew what I wanted, and as I rolled over toward her, she lifted her hips upward and spread her legs so I could kiss my way down between them. As my fingers parted her moistening treasure and my tongue began its torment of her clit, imagine my surprise, and my delight, when I heard her moan in the darkness: "Oh, darling, that feels so good . . . please don't think I'm terrible, but I want to do it all over again, and then again and again . . . oh, baby, the sooner the better . . . please?" 

At that moment, all I could say in response was "uh-huh", because my mouth was full of her pussy. I just smiled to myself and feasted away, driving Amy to a powerful orgasm that flooded my face with her juices. I stayed down there until she calmed down, gently lapping at every wet spot I could reach. As I continued licking, she continued talking.

"I love you, darling. You've let me be so naughty, but it seems like it's all been so good since 'That Morning', hasn't it? Are you OK with us never going back where we were before? I'm asking because I don't think I want to go back. What we've done may not be right for others, but it sure seemed right for both of us that night in Tahoe . . . didn't it, Tim? Wasn't it right for you, too? Baby, what we did that night . . . it was so good for me . . . and you loved it, too . . . didn't you?"

"You know I did, Amy . . . of course, it was right for us. I've never been so turned on as I was watching as Tim first touched your breasts, and then when you went down on him, right in front of me, and then when you took us both like that, and everything else you did that night. Of course, I was all right with it . . . and I want it to happen again, too . . . for both of us."

"But, baby . . . I don't want you to think I'm a slut . . ."

When I heard that word, I paused in devouring my lovely wife and looked up at her. She raised her head up and sat up a little against the headboard; I could tell she needed an answer from me. 

"Hush, Amy, please baby . . . you're not a 'slut' . . . you never have been, and no matter what might happen, you never will. No matter what we've done, or what we do from now on, I could never think of you as a slut. A slut cares nothing about herself, her body or her lovers, but you care a great deal about all of them. You care about yourself, I know, and I also know that, no matter what we might do, you'll always love me first, and only. Sexy? Yeah, you bet you are. Exciting? Incredibly so. Seductive? You're irresistible. Passionate and sharing, and demanding when it comes to your own pleasure? Sure, you are . . . but who isn't? I love you so much, Amy . . . only a loving wife could have shared herself that night the way you did, and I was right there with you, loving it . . . and loving you . . . just as much as you did. Loving? I can't imagine feeling more loved by a woman than the way I feel from the love you've given me since we met. That's never changed, and I know it never will. You're a passionate, sexy lady who loves her husband and enjoys doing things that please me as well as you. I don't care what anyone else may think. Maybe it wouldn't be right for everyone . . . what we did . . . but it's right for us, darling, and I never loved you more than I loved you that night. You were incredible . . . and you still are. I loved watching you with another man as much as you enjoyed doing it . . . and that's all that matters to me . . . to us."

"Please hold me, Tim," she said, and I crawled up beside her and cuddled with her. We fell asleep that way, in one another's arms. I waited until I could hear the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing that told me she was asleep before I drifted off, too. The satisfaction of the emotional intimacy with my wife was greater than any orgasm I might have missed out on as a result of our discussion that night, and I fell into a deep slumber. I guess my concern for my wife hadn't gone unnoticed, though, because Amy awakened me that morning with her wet mouth closing around my hardening cock, and she finished me the same way as she had "That Morning".

Fact or fiction? Or some of both? You decide. Whatever conclusion you reach, I think you'll agree that opening lines of communication - - whatever that may mean to the two of you - - will greatly improve your marriage or relationship, and the sooner you do it, the better. It worked for us, that's for sure. There's been more to our story since our Tahoe weekend, and things have gotten even better since then. Maybe we'll update things later, but until then . . . talk may be cheap, but it's also worth its weight in gold when it comes to relationships. 

Regards - - Tim

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A reminder - - - 

There's one crucial point I've left out of our story, because it's not sexy and it's not romantic. But it is essential. Before taking a new lover, some appropriate action must be undertaken to insure the absence of STDs. There's no good way to do it, except to be direct and insistent and consistent. Once that issue is out of the way, though, the fun can begin.