0 comments/ 124547 views/ 11 favorites The Couple By: Kip Carson Rodney was 34 yrs old. He had just moved to a new town and got a job at a large factory. He didn't really know anyone yet. After work, some of the people invited him to go to the bar with them and have some drinks. He didn't have anything else to do, so he accepted the offer. They had all been partying heavily, when one of the couples there, Jack and Hanna asked if anyone wanted to go to their house and get really buzzed. Everyone said they were too tired, and were going home. Rodney said he would go. So Rodney followed them to their house and they began doing some serious partying. Rodney realized he was in no condition to drive home. Hanna said he could sleep on the couch. They all said goodnight, and Hanna made Rodney a bed on the couch. Rodney fell asleep quickly. Rodney was having one of the best erotic dreams ever, and suddenly he realized he was awake. He looked up in the dimly lit room and could see Hanna standing over him. She was wearing a black teddy. She quietly whispered to him, that Jack was asleep, and she really needed a man. She said that Jack partied every night, then passed out drunk. She sat on the couch. Rodney could see her thin, pale skin much clearer now. Her skin looked very white compared to her very dark hair. She had small breasts, and the teddy fit her top very loosely. She began to kiss Rodney. He was very nervous and she told him that Jack was passed out, and wouldn't awake for hours. Rodney began kissing her back. She slid her hand beneath the blanket and began stroking his very hard 9 and 1/2 inch cock. Rodney, slid his hand down the top of her teddy and began pinching her tiny erect nipples. She removed the teddy, and her very hairy bush was inches from Rodney's face. Rodney pulled her to him and began to suck on her swollen pink clit. She moaned as he expertly ate her hot pussy. She climbed on top of him in a 69 position and she took his large cock all the way inside of her mouth with one swallow. She began fucking him with her warm moist mouth, as he worked her pussy over well with his flickering tongue. Hanna climaxed quickly, flooding his mouth with her warm, tasty pussy juices. She sucked his throbbing cock wildly as her pussy exploded with her orgasm. She continued running her tongue all around the huge head, and gently squeezed his balls. She deepthroated him hungrily. Rodney told her he would be cumming shortly if she didn't stop. She began going deeper and her tongue swirled around the sensitive head even more Rodney could feel his load as it built up in his aching balls. Hanna could sense this and she began jacking him off furiously while sucking on the head. Rodney moaned as his first jet of cum erupted inside of her mouth. She moaned as it splashed against the back of her throat. She greedily gobbled up all of the hot tasty cum. Hanna wasted no time, and mounted Rodney before his cock finished shooting. Her pussy was very tight, and extremely wet. She began riding Rodney's big hard cock. Rodney couldn't believe how incredibly tight she was. His cock got even harder as Hanna's tight pussy squeezed it. She thrust her self up and down, impaling her pussy on his hardness. She began french kissing him. They passionately kissed each other. Hanna continued riding him. Rodney began squeezing her tiny nipples on her almost non existant breasts. He had never seen breasts this small, but he liked them. He began sucking on her nipples, and she begged him to bite them. He began biting her nipples, as she came. As Hanna climaxed her already very tight pussy became even more tight. Rodney told her he wouldn't be able to last much longer inside of her tight wet pussy, she told him she wanted to feel his hot cum inside of her pussy. Rodney moaned as his hot cum erupted into her tight pussy. Hanna grunted as she felt it squirt inside of her. She rode him wildly like a wild woman. She thrust her tongue inside of his mouth, and they kissed. She began to shake as her orgasm hit. She came 3 or 4 times, then collapsed on top of him, with his hard cock still inside of her. Her pussy continued to milk him, as the muscles squeezed him hard. She kept him hard, and begged him to fuck her in the ass. Rodney bent her over the couch and began pushing the head of his cock into her tight asshole. Hanna moaned as she felt his hard cock sink inside. She backed into him, forcing all of his cock inside of her. Hanna bucked her hips and began playing with her beautiful pussy as Rodney fucked her ass. Rodney watched as her long red fingernails fingered her pink pussy. This sight along with the tightness of her hot ass made him cum. His cock almost hurt as his load erupted. He filled her ass with his love juice and she came again. She wildly fingered herself as she felt him explode into her ass. Ooh yes she moaned. Rodney withdrew his cock from her. She kissed him, and told him goodnight. That morning, she cooked breakfast for all 3 and winked at him when her husband wasn't looking. Nothing like that has happened between them since. But she does give him some hot looks at work. The Couple Even in the dim lighting of the club I spotted them almost immediately. I stopped paying attention to the woman I was attempting to dance with and focused my attention. Little did I know that an hour later, I'd have my suspicions confirmed. Initially, I'm wasn't sure what about them caught my attention, but in hindsight there were quite a few reasons why they stood out. Actually, I wouldn't say that it was any one reason, it was more like a combination of little things that separately would not have meant anything. The first thing that I noticed was that she was taller than him by about five to six inches. The second thing was that she seemed to lead the way across the dance floor. Those two things in themselves are not unusual here in the city. I see it all of the time. What was unusual was that she seemed to be searching for something. Her attention seemed equally divided between him and scanning the dance floor. Or perhaps I had just heard too many stories about couples coming to mostly black clubs looking for a black man to bring into their bedroom. Regardless of any single reason, I came to the conclusion that they were looking for a third. Satisfied that my conclusions were accurate, I renewed my attempts at getting the attention of a particularly lovely looking white lady that I had been eyeing all night. She was tall, which is a big plus for me because I am 6'5" and she had a nice curvy shape that was exquisitely outlined in the strapless floor-length dress that she was wearing. It was her smile and the little sparkle that appeared in her eyes as she spoke to her friend that got me hooked. She had small perky A-cup breast that I imagine were quite sensitive and I began to ponder just how lucky I could get tonight if I played my cards right. She and a friend had been doing the wallflower thing most of the night, dancing in place against their own little portion of the wall looking very uncomfortable. They had both been asked to dance several times, but had refused all comers. The Spot is a semi up scale dance club that was popular about 10 years ago. It was a very trendy place to be and there wasn't a night that you could go there and not see 10-15 celebrities. The Spot is still one of the top dance places to go into the city if your looking for funky grooves. It's about 75% black and white people come to listen to the jazz band up stairs or dance to the funky grooves in the basement. While it is not unusual to see interracial couples or dance partners in the club, they are the minority. Mostly it is same race with everybody just grooving to the music. On the whole, the place is a little too funky for me, but I go there every once in awhile for change in pace. I chose to come her tonight because I was feeling particularly inspired to meet someone. You see I have been single for about a year and a half now. Never married, but a year and half ago I was in a serious long term relationship that almost got me there. I had a brief two month relationship with a woman that I met through tennis shortly after the long term relationship ended, but she wanted more than I was able to give her emotionally at the time. Outside of that I have not been in a serious relationship since. I'm not sure what changed, perhaps it was age, or perhaps it was the new world of online dating that I had discovered, but I went on a dating tear. Mostly it was with women that I had met online, sprinkled in with a few dates the traditional way. When I first started playing the online dating game, I was courting women all over the country. Most of the responses to my ads seemed to come from women out of state. This was cool at first, but became very frustrating. I met some wonderful women that I could have had an interesting relationship if we were closer. In the end I gave up on the long distance stuff because it was expensive and frustrating, sexually and otherwise. So I just stared looking for local people and put more focus on some of the traditional ways of meeting people. Also I have stopped looking and just focusing on me for now. Work and tennis and hanging out with friends now dominate most of my time. If I meet someone great, if I don't so be it. I still play around online every once in awhile, but only with locals and a couple of good long distance friends. I had spent earlier today chatting online in a room that I had a reasonable amount of success at meeting people. The room has a string sexual content with the emphasis on white women and black men getting together. I wound up in speaking with this one lady that was local my area. She sent me her picture and I just about fell over myself. Unfortunately our schedules will not allow us to meet for another week. So now I am completely worked up and all on my own. I decided that hanging with the guys was just not an option and that I was going to go out and meet someone. The idea was just to get a number, sex while it would have been welcomed, was not what I was pushing for, particularly in a club environment. I hear about too many incidents of a guy being accused of rape. Sometimes rightly so, other times wrongly so. I'd rather not take the chance. Back on the dance floor I continued to ponder why these two, more specifically the one that I was into, might choose to venture into The Spot. Were they tourist that had walked into more than what they bargained for when they wanted to experience club in the big city? Did they have a thing for black men? Or did they simply come to enjoy the music? I began to think that the last reason one the answer. The friend was a lot quicker to remove herself from the wall once the dance floor got a little more crowded and the beat picked up. She even danced with a few brothers. While I was eyeing the tall woman, I was being checked out by a short sweet Spanish lady with long hair that ran down to the middle of her back. She stood about 5'3" and I don't have a clue as to what her measurements were, but she had a nice curvy round ass with a narrow waist, ample cleavage with the cutest face. She caught me sizing her up and looked away. I resumed studying my earlier object of affection and couldn't help but glance back at my lovely Spanish honey every once n awhile to see if she was still checking me out. The one that I was eyeing was still clinging to the wall and shooting down any advances made by anyone, black or white. So I continued to study her, biding my time and hoping for ideal opportunity. As the night went on, she definitely became more comfortable and was edging away from the wall. My Spanish honey had found came waltzing past me with some guy in tow and started dancing right in front of me. She was close really, really close and every one n awhile, I'd feel firm ass rub against my leg. I couldn't tell if it was intentional or accidental, but it felt good and distracted me from the tall woman. Now that she had my attention, I took a closer look at her and the guy that she was dancing with. It appeared that they new each other and that things were a little on the tense side. They were arguing about something while dancing. He seemed upset with her about something or another and she was ignoring him for the most part and just dancing. After about five minutes he must have said the right thing because she smiled and they started dancing very close and doing a little grinding on the dance floor. Let me tell you, this woman could move her body. He was standing behind her slowly gyrating hips while he pressed his crotch against her ass. She was slightly bent over in front of him moving her hips back and forth at a frantic pace. A quick vision of her riding on top moving those hips back and forth on my cock as she tried to bury me deeper into her while I played with her more than ample breast flashed through my head. The image brought me to instant attention and faded almost as quickly when I realized that she was just using me to make her boyfriend jealous. So I refocused my attention on the woman that I had been eyeing earlier. She was now away from the wall and dancing a little, but still by herself. The DJ switched up to a reggae groove the woman was transformed. I'm telling that she knew almost every word to every song that the DJ played. So as she got more and more into the music, I began to move in to create an opportunity. In the dimness of the lights I though that I noticed a weeding ring, but was not sure. If she were married that would explain why she had shot so many guys down. I spent the next few minutes trying to get a better look at the ring. In the end I could not decide if it was just ornamental or a wedding ring. I danced next to her without intruding on her space hoping for a little eye contact. I tried for about 15 minutes and failed on every attempt. In the end I wound up in just steeping up to her and asking if she minded if I joined her. I got shot down just like everybody else. In hindsight conversation first, would probably have been the way to get her dancing with me. But then again, I may have gotten shot down that way also. I danced a little while longer to help ease the frustration of heading home without a number. Then went on a walkabout to do one last check and see if I found any openings worth trying to create. I was walking past a small bar in the back corner of the basement when I noted the couple again. My earlier suspicions had proven correct. He was standing behind her while he leaned up against the bar. She had her ass pressed against him while she was in the process of speaking with a light skinned black man about 6 inches shorter than me, but more built. She was about the same height as him and was obviously into him as I watched her caress his arm every once in awhile, bat her eyes and play wit her hair. I wasn't sure but from where I was standing it looked like the husband was fingering his wife from behind. As matter of fact I was certain of it. She was moving her hips ever so lightly and he was trying too hard to look casual. This was too good to just let go. I had read so many stories about this sort of thing online, that I just had to go and do a little fact-finding. I had never noticed this sort of thing before and had always though that most of it was made up. So I went over t the bar and slid right up next to them and ordered a drink. Since I was right next to them now, I could clearly see that he was massaging her pussy from behind as she spoke with this guy. To my surprise I found myself getting very hard. Keep in mind that while I had read a lot of the stories, I had severe reservations about the idea of being with a couple. The idea of introducing a third party to the marriage bed not something that I have ever understood. As a dominant male, I am not sure that I would ever want to share my woman with someone else and don't understand the motivations of the guys that do. As a result I am highly distrustful of them and would hesitate to ever put myself in that kind of situation. Well there is that and the fact that when I am with a woman, I want to focus on her needs and the idea of having another man present seems to me like it would be distracting. All this does not mean that I believe that it is inappropriate behavior, it just means that that it is not something that I don't believe I would consider if I were married. On the flip side, I have not been married for 10 years and have no idea what I will think or how married life would affect that sort of decision.. So I am at the bar with this raging hard on soaking up every detail of this woman for the first time. She was tall and had very nice curves. A nice face with a decent body that had firm looking b-size breast and legs that went from here to eternity. She was wearing a short tight red dress and judging from the amount of her ass that I could see, I would say that she definitely was not wearing any panties and from the detail that I could see of her nipples through the dress, no bra either. He was taking a big chance fingering her like that at the bar. While The Spot is a good place for a white woman or couple looking to find a handsome black man willing to sleep with them, it is not the sort of place that would condone him fingering her. If they were caught, they would have been bounced out of there in a minute. I was so caught up in what I was seeing that I barely heard the bartender ask me what I wanted to drink. While I was ordering the drink, the guy that she was talking to left and I saw her have a little conference with her husband. Then they started to look around onto the dance floor. It looked like hubby was making suggestions and she was shooting them down. Despite my convictions about being with couples, I found myself standing a little taller and doing a little posturing. If she noticed me, I didn't see it and two minutes later she headed off onto the dance floor. I don't know what happened, perhaps the little head decided that it was going to take control of the situation before I screwed it up with big head because in the next instant I as asking hubby for a pen. He didn't have one and neither did the bartender, but I found one over at the coat check. Little head still in control I started to pull out a business card and write down my cell number, but the big head took control for a minute and had me write it on a cocktail napkin instead. I walked back over to him and said, "If you don't have any luck here, this is my cell phone number, give me a call." He looked up at me with a startled "how did you know" expression on his face and started to mumble something about sticking around a minute and waiting for her to come back. At that precise moment the big head had regained control and I said that I had to go and meet someone. He started to protest, but I told him that I had to go, but call me if they were interested. The big head then told my feet to get the hell out of dodge. Outside I headed for the subway that would take me home. As I was descending the steps, my little head took control and said what if he calls while we are in the subway? My big head thinking that he was not going to call, agreed to go and get some pizza. After the pizza, my little head suggested that we go back to the club. The big head thinking that they were well into their groove with someone by now agreed. So I go back to the club and head to the bar and there they were. She was still looking around and when I walked up to them. Hubby recognized me in an instant and quick to introduce himself and her. He was Hank and she was Liz, they were visiting from just across the bridge and looking for some adventure. She looked me up and down and I guessed I passed because when I asked her to dance she told me t lead on. I started to pull her deep into the dance floor, but apparently she wanted him to get a good view of us together. So we wound up and dancing right in front of him at the bar. I took it slow at first, keeping a certain amount of separation between us. Something about their behavior told me that this was their first time doing this. She didn't say much while we were dancing, she just kind of smiled at me and as she became more comfortable with me I moved in a little closer. I was extremely nervous, my raging hard on had long since disappeared and the big had had taken over. However the big head that took over was the curious one, not the logical. Her eyes were half closed now as we moved back and forth to the beat, our pelvises brushing against each other ever so slightly every once in awhile. Naturally I moved in closer to find out more. While I was soaking up every detail of the situation from her reactions, to his, to the people around us, I started enjoying myself. After all she was a very attractive woman and she felt heavenly. A panic attack hit when she started to take matters into her own hands. Apparently I was succeeding at getting her going. She had backed into hubby and was grinding against him. At the same time she was beginning to search for my cock and I was becoming self-conscious of the people around us. So the little head said that there was no way that he was coming out in here. Then I went into even more panic when I realized that she was not gong to find what she was looking for because the little head had decided to beat a hasty retreat. She turned around to whisper to hubby and put my hand on her pelvis. Mentally forcing the people looking at us and whispering out of my mind I began to get into the sensation of rubbing the place where my hard on would be back and forth against her ass. Slowly the little head started to make his presence known. She felt it also and started to move her sweet ass up and down. At that point I decided to suggest leaving the club. I gave them a moment of privacy to confer and the agreed. Outside we reintroduced ourselves and made some small talk now that the music was no longer pounding away. As it turned out they weren't married. Hank was Liz's boyfriend and they came across the bridge into the City to try and fulfill a fantasy of hers, well actually theirs. The fantasy involved her finding a handsome young black man to fuck her silly and he wanted to see her get a good fucking. Unfortunately they were new at this and did not plan things very well, I'll go into that a little later on. She was between the two of us with her back to me while he was facing me. I was considerably more comfortable now that we were no longer in the club and had a reasonable amount of privacy in the shadows of the building that were standing in front of. I started running my hand across Liz's ass. It was firm and slightly round. I edged my hand down to the smooth flesh of her left leg, her skin was silky smooth. She responded by slowly starting to move her ass back and forth. I slowly began to move my hand back up her inside of her leg until my hand came in contact with her pussy. My earlier assumptions were correct, she wasn't wearing any panties and she was sopping wet. Liz let out a soft moan and spread her legs a little more to give me better access. I gently played with the lips of her pussy getting my fingers nice and wet from her wetness. Liz was so incredibly wet and I was amazed that juices weren't running down her leg. Now with my fingers good and wet I spread her lips and shallow penetrated her pussy. She was warm and moist…no moist is the wrong word…she was sopping wet inside. One thing that I love is a pussy that is super wet. I love how silky smooth the folds of a woman's pussy gets when it is really wet. I was in heaven as her juices covered my hand and as I enjoyed the softness of Liz's pussy. Meanwhile Hank and I were trying to have a conversation. "So how did you know to give me your number back there?" he asked. "Your actions were kind of obvious. I have read a lot of stuff on the net about what you all were doing. So what are you looking for?" "Someone to give Liz a good hard fucking." "Cool", I said. "So are you straight 8 or bi?" "Straight, you?" "Straight as an arrow and no desire to change." I replied and then asked. "So are you looking for some big black buck to use you girlfriend like slut or you looking for a person to ad a little twist to your sex lives?" "We are just looking for some fun. Liz has only been with two men in her life and we though that this would be a good way to experiment. You sure your straight 8 because I am not into men? Also are you clean?" "Neither am I, so you don't have to worry at all about that. And yes I am clean. I don't do drugs and don't date anyone who does. I have a healthy concern about catching anything. Never had a disease and don't intend to get any. " From the way that Liz was rotating around on my hand I knew that she was ready to feel me inside of her. This lady was hot and the little head was in complete charge now. She had reached around behind her and was starting to massage the bulge of my cock through my shorts. By this point I was feeling reasonably comfortable with them. The Couple Hank was considerably smaller than me and a nice enough guy, so I wasn't worried about any sort of physical violence from him. She was sexy and personable and if what she was saying about having only been with two men was true, I wasn't worried about her. I removed my hand from her pussy and sniffed my fingers. Her pussy juices smelled sweet and clean. I put my hand on her hip and moved it slowly up her body to her left breast and slowly started caressing it. I have big hands and was easily able to cup her entire breast and rotate my thumb in a circular motion across the surface of her breast, slowly looking for her nipple. I found her rock hard nipple with only a few rotations of my thumb. It was rock hard through the fabric of her dress. It was very big width wise, but it was long and very sensitive. Wanting to feel my skin on her nipple Liz pulled her left breast out from her dress. I couldn't see it from where I was positioned behind her, but I could feel it. Smooth skin with a small areola that had a long skinny nipple in the middle. Unable to resist I gave her nipple a soft tug and with a little twist. She gasped in pleasure. I could not believe that this whole thing was happening the way I had read about in so many stories on the net. It was kind of like an out of body experience. Hank was just standing there looking at her with an incredible amount of lust in his eyes. There relationship seemed pretty solid and it appeared that this was something that they both wanted, not a matter of him forcing her to do something that she didn't want to do. He didn't seem the jealous type so I was actually beginning to feel very good about the whole situation. Besides I really wanted to bury my cock in that sopping wet pussy of hers. I moved my hand back down to Liz's wet pussy to continue enjoying her wetness "So how old are you? Are you married?" asked Liz. "31 and very single." I had the good sense not to ask her how old she was, even though I was kind of curious. If I had to venture a guess, I would have said that she was about 35 maybe 38 and he was about 40. So rather than get those confirmed I asked, "So do you all have a hotel room here in the city?" Hank replied "No, we just thought that we could go to the car and have some fun there." That idea really did not appeal to me at all. The City was a crowed place and there is almost no place in it that there isn't some sort of traffic or residential building with a billion windows. Not liking the idea of doing this in a car I said, "We could always go back to my place." The look in Hank's eyes told me that was out of the question. So little head thoroughly in charge now I asked, "Where is your car parked?" "Shit! I don't remember where we parked! Do you honey?" Liz with eyes half closed in pleasure from the slow massage that I was giving her wet pussy shook her head no. "Well that could be a problem then." I couldn't believe this. How can you come to the City and not remember where you parked? These people really did not think this thing through. "So did you park on an avenue or s street? Was it a one or two way street?" "I don't remember? Do you honey?" "We didn't walk that far to get here" "What kind of car do you have Hank?" "A Taurus, Ford Taurus" Well at least it wasn't one of those small foreign cars. "Like the one over there?" I said pointing to a car that was about 20 feet away. "No, mine is older and has a dent. This way I think." So off we headed in sort of a loose formation with Liz between Hank and myself, me trailing slightly behind the two of them. She wasn't real clingy and I made little effort to walk real close to her. I figured that this was their fantasy and that I'd let them set the rules. Actually it was kind of nice watching her walk down the street. She had a sexy walk and the short clingy red dress that she was wearing fit her nicely. As we continued to walk, I began to fantasize less about the fantastic woman in front of me and more about where we could go park in the city that would offer a reasonable amount of privacy. Something told me that Hank wasn't going to have a clue. I was running through the different parts of town in my head when Hank exclaimed with glee, "There it is!" Hank whipped out his keys and opened the passenger door and then the rear passenger door. He then ran around the car and opened the driver side rear door. I guess that he was lost in his own excitement of the events to follow, because he was not thinking. There was no way that we were doing anything on this street. So I went to help Liz into the front seat and Hank seem to get the idea and said, "Wait Honey, get in the back with Rich and I'll drive." "Good idea Hank" I said with a smile. I closed the front door and helped Liz into the back seat and then slid in next to her. Hank started the car and then sat there. "So where do we go?" "We are going to go to the upper East side, there are some dead end streets up there that won't have a lot of traffic, pedestrian or otherwise. Actually there are a few streets up there that have schools at the end of them and if we can find parking, we'll be styling. So head over to First Avenue, make a left and head uptown until we get to the 70's. We should find someplace there." Liz then leaned forward to Hank and started nibbling on his ear and ran her hand across his chest. I just sat there and watched the two of them interact for a moment. Now that some of my initial excitement had worn down a bit, I was again cautious. Hank sat for a moment enjoying Liz's attentions and then put the car in gear and pulled out from the parking space. Liz I guess reassured that everything was still cool with Hank, leaned back and looked into my eyes with raging lust. Looking into her eyes I pulled her close to me and started caressing her lips with my own. I have large full lips that easily glided over her own smaller lips. Her lips was soft and smooth. Her mouth parted slightly and I began using the tip of my tongue to slowly trace the curve of her upper lip, then her lower lip. Her tiny tongue came out to meet my own. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hank adjusting the rearview mirror so that he could get a good glimpse of the action. Our tongues danced a little dance, both our mouths slightly parted. I began caressing her left leg with my right hand, enjoying the sexual charge that raced through my finger tips as they raced over her skin. I could feel her body moving slowly beneath my hand. I slid my hand down between her legs and resumed playing with her pussy. I started a slow gentle search for her clit. Moving my fingers slowly around the top of her pussy searching for the shaft of her clit. I found it and a few seconds and moved it back and forth across her pubic bone. She let out a gasp and screamed "Oh God! Yes!" Having found what I was looking for I continued to play with the shaft of her clit, through the upper folds of her pussy. I hadn't gone near the head yet, I wanted to continue to tease her. Hank was doing a great job of driving and watching the action in the rearview mirror, although I was a little concerned about his ability to avid an accident, but the streets were relatively empty and we only had one close call. He was kind of being a pain because every five minutes he would ask, "Is here okay?" when we were no where near where we needed to be. I can't blame him though. Liz was hot and the way that I was massaging her pussy had her moaning quite loudly now. I wanted to feel what Liz's pussy felt like inside. So I slid my middle finger down over the top of her clit and buried it to the hilt inside her warm wet pussy. She was so incredibly wet and I could feel the muscles of her pussy walls quivering. I hooked my finger a little and started probing top of her pussy against her pelvis looking for that patch of slightly rough skin that indicated her g-spot. It took me about a minute to find it. I would have found it sooner but Liz was gyrating her hips on my hand, mashing her clit against my open palm. It took all my strength to keep my hand in her when I hit her spot and applied pressure and started rubbing that area vigorously. I felt a rush of juices wash down my finger and into my palm as she scream "I'mmmm cummmmming!" Hank was caught so off guard y the sounds of Liz cumming that he almost hit the fucking bus that had come to sudden stop in front of us. The sounds of my hand moving vigorously in and out of Liz's pussy continued to echo throughout the car. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and could care less who saw what was going on as we slipped past the relatively empty bus. "Next light make a right Hank." as I withdrew my hand from Liz's pussy. It was sopping wet. I took my still wet finger and slipped it in her mouth and watched her bob her head up and down on my finger imagining that it was my cock. Hank was one lucky guy. Fortunately we were coming up on the street that I thought would be ideal for us to get down to some fucking. Liz and I sat up and retreated to opposite sides of the car as we surveyed the side street that we were pulling into. This side street had relatively well lit and had a few residential buildings. I was happy for the lights because I wanted to see the action and I am more than certain Hank wanted to also. Despite having only a few residential buildings on the block, it was still crammed with parked cars though, but it looked like there was a parking space down at the end in front of a parked limousine. So Hank headed over that way and parked right I front of the limo. As we passed the limo I noticed that the drive was behind the wheel reading a book. "This good for you?" asked Hank. "My only concern is the limo behind us with the driver in it." "Does it bother you Honey?" "No, not at all" Liz said with eyes half closed while leaning against the far door legs slightly spread, gently stroking her pussy. "Guess the limo driver gets a little live entertainment then." I said. "Let's just hope he is not prudish and calls the cops." Hank hopped out of the car and slid into the back seat. He then moved the seats as far forward as they would go and the stage was set. Liz removed her dress and was naked before us, kind of half squatting between us like she was peeing in the woods. Seeing a woman completely nude is always a breathtaking experience for me and this was no exception. Her breast has a lovely teardrop shape with pink nipples that were longer than pencil erasers. Her legs were spread and it gave me my first good look at her pussy. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed along her bikini line and shaved clean down by her lips. her lips were slightly open still from my earlier fingering and they glistened in the streetlights from her wetness. "Liz, you are one sexy lady. Hank you are definitely a very lucky man." Liz bent forward and kissed Hank passionately on the lips. I sat back and watched for a minute contemplating the line that I was in the progress of crossing. I surveyed the area one last time for prying eyes and the reached forward and started playing with her breast. While Liz and Hank were kissing I could see Hank fumbling with his belt and zipper trying to get his cock out. Now I don't believe in the stereotype that all white man have tiny cocks and all black men are hung like horses, but I could not help but laugh mentally when Hank pulled out his cock. He was already hard and he stood about 4"-5" tall and maybe 2"-3" in circumference which from what I understand is the average. Now I am definitely not hung like a horse, but at 7.75" and 5.5" thick I have never had any complaints and Hank just reaffirmed why. The way that I figure it is that I am just big enough to be snug without being so big as to be uncomfortable. Anyway I still don't believe in the stereotyping, but it did seem to go right along with all the other events of the evening. Liz looked Hank in the eyes one last time for reassurance and hank responded by saying, "Go ahead Honey and see how big that cock of his is." Liz needed no further prompting and straddled my legs sitting on my knees. "This going to be okay for you?" she asked. "Not a problem, I have a lovely view of your pussy and love watching the way that your breast sway as you move." I said with a smile. "Good." She smiled back. "Go ahead Honey, take a look at that cock." encouraged Hank as he sat there stroking his own. Liz undid my belt and zipper and then pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. A quick image raced through my head of us being on the cover of the Saturday NEWS with the headline of "Threesome Caught on Upper Eastside" and a picture of me trying to get my shorts back on, Liz trying to cover up and Hank with his tiny dick in his hand. The image was so vivid that it caused my erection to falter a bit. Liz just looked down and stared at it. It was like she was in shock or something. I don't know what the other guy that she had been with was like, but if he was anything like John, then I was an experience for her. It didn't take her long to get over her initial shock and before I knew it she was gently stroking my cock brining it to full hardness again. "Look at that Honey, isn't that great, just what you always wanted, a big cock to fuck you hard." said John. "You sure that your safe?" "Yes I am safe" I replied, "I'm more concerned about the two of you." "Well we are fine, but I still want to use a condom and have one in my bag." said Liz. That was fine by me and said as much. The last thing that I wanted to do was catch some disease from a few moments of pleasure, although it would have been nice to feel her juices running down the length of my cock and onto my balls. "Look at all that cum Honey." said Hank. Liz mumbled something that sounded like an agreement and used her finger to play with the drop of pre-cum that was on the head. As Liz continued to stroke my cock and milk pre-cum from it she seemed to become more obsessed with it. It was like Hank and I weren't even in the car. Anything that we said to her she mumbled her reply like she was in some sort of trance. At first I was concerned that she was forcing herself to do something that she did not want to do, but her body language was all wrong. In fact she was becoming more aggressive and was inching that pussy of hers closer and closer. Liz asked for Hank reached into the front seat and pulled one from her purse. My cock was rock hard now and ready to be engulfed by that sweet pussy of hers. Hank handed the condom to me and I unwrapped in and began to put it on. The damn thing was too small. It started to cut off circulation to my cock, which would not have been a problem except for right at that moment a couple decided to exit one of the buildings right next to the car. This made me so incredibly hard which made it even harder to get the condom on. Unable to get the condom on any further, Liz pulled it off and began stroking me with her had. She got off my lap and positioned herself so that she could get her mouth near my cock while Hank began to pay with her pussy. Her lips were so soft my cock and her mouth so warm and moist. It was so exciting watching her head bob up and down on my cock. I began to fondle her nipples again, I just loved playing with her breast, although the sensations that she was delivering with her mouth had me on the edge of a huge orgasm. Apparently between my cock in her mouth and Hank doing something right back there with his hands because all of a sudden she started moaning which sent vibrations of pleasure up and down my cock causing my body to stiffen as the beginnings of my orgasm began to wash over me. Sensing this, Liz increased her pace until which caused me to explode in her mouth. She continued sucking, milking each and every drop until there was nothing left inside of me. Liz put her head on my lap and gently caress my now deflated cock with her tongue. Watching her do this brought me to immediate hardness again. I said, "Do you have another condom?" "No that was the only one. You don' have any on you?" asked Hank "Nope, I wasn't looking to score tonight, just get a phone number or two." "Honey do you want to try without a condom?" Liz said that it was not safe and that is was getting late as she sat back against the front seat and continued stroking her pussy. She did have a point on both accounts. It was 4:30 AM and I had to be up at 7. "Well come over here Honey" said Hank. Liz rose up and straddled Hank and guided him into her juicy pussy. Liz started to bounce up and down on Hank's lap. I watched her breast jiggle from her motion. The smacking of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the car. the condom now gone, I cold feel myself getting hard again. This woman could ride a cock. Hank was a lucky guy. I leaned around so that I could et a good view of him entering her, this was the closest that I had ever been to another couple having sex. I watched for a minute as his cock disappeared in and out of her creamy pussy. His cock was slick with her juices and I could see that his balls were getting covered also. At that point I had enough of that view. Seeing on film is one thing, being that close was another thing altogether. So I sat back and stroked myself while I watched her ride him. The car was full of the smell of their sex and my cock was fully erect and dying for some attention. Hank noticed this and said, "Look Honey, look how hard he is. Do you want to feel him in you?" Liz mumbled something about yes, but she was gone, in her own little pleasure palace. I watched her body quiver and shake as she rode Hank, it was amazing. Liz looked over my way and reached out for my cock and began to stroke it. She got off of Hank and straddle my legs again, her pussy inches away from my now throbbing cock. I wanted to feel that pussy engulf me so badly, but restrained. "Look at all that cum Honey." said Hank again for the 20th time. I wanted to reach out and strangle him. It was pre-cum not cum and I was getting tired of hearing him say it, but I held my tongue because after all it was their little fantasy and he didn't seem like the cuckhold type and the last thing that I wanted was a fight. "Do you want it in you Honey? Do you want to feel that big cock inside of you?" asked Hank followed by some more mumbling from Liz about how she wants it, but that it was too dangerous. "Well just hold the head up near your pussy Honey and let me see it, but be careful of all that cum." So Liz grabs my cock and brings it about a half inch away from her pussy. Hank says, "why don't you put just the head in Honey, just do it quickly so that you can feel it, you want it don't you?" Which is again followed by Liz mumbling something about yes and then too dangerous. I wasn't saying much at this point, for two reasons. The first is that while I really wanted to sample her pussy, I wasn't thrilled about the concept of having sex with her without a condom. So on one hand I was hoping that he would convince her and on the other I was glad that she was holding her ground despite how bad she wanted it, because at this point I was not sure that I was going to be able to hold mine. They went round and round with that for another 15 minutes before we all agreed that it was getting too late and that we needed to get going. So I played with her pussy a little more before she hopped on Hank's lap. She was starting to get dry, so him and rode him hard and fast. I just sat and watched. I didn't want pop again unless I was getting some. She really was amazing to see. After about 2 minutes of pumping Hank asked Liz, "You want it inside or out Honey?" I couldn't understand what her reply was but apparently Hank did because he pulled out and shot a load up between her ass cheeks. Most of it landed on the back of the driver's seat though. The Couple While we were starting to get dressed I began to think of the best way for me to get back home. Hank asked "Can we drop you off?" "Sure, actually it's on your way." I replied. Hank got on the driver's seat and started the car while Liz stayed in back with me and finished getting herself back in order. The drive up to my place was relatively short and the three of us made idle chit chat along the way. We were about 4 blocks from my apartment when Liz said, "I'm wet again." "No way." "Yes way, here feel." and she shifted her hips towards me and spread her legs. I reached forward and felt the soft wet flesh of her pussy lips. Moistening my finger on her lips I slowly caressed her clit and then slipped my finger deep in her hole. She was absolutely sopping wet. That was it, I had to have her. I needed to feel that pussy pulsating on my cock. "We are right near my place, why don't w all stop up for a bit and do this right. I have condoms at home and you guys can make your fantasy complete." "It's your choice Honey, what do you think?" "Its kind of late, but I really want to feel that cock inside of me." said Liz. "Its just way too late." We were coming up on my block and I really wanted to sample that pussy and was using every trick that I knew to bring her to the brink. Unfortunately I there was just not enough time left in the day. "Well here is my cell number if you guys ever decide that you want to do this again. I'll bring the condoms next time." They laughed and Hank said, "Thanks for a great evening and for being a real gentleman. We'll be in contact." We were in front of my apartment and I said thanks for the evening and bid them a safe journey. That was two weeks ago. I have not heard from them since, not sure that I ever will, but it was definitely an interesting experience. I'm not sure that I will ever do something like that again, but if I do, I am going to make damn sure that I have a couple of rubbers in my wallet. The Couple She padded softly into the bedroom. She was fresh and vibrant from her shower and smelt faintly of soap. She slowly unwrapped the towel turban from her hair and patted it until it was dry enough to stop dripping. As she walked over to the drawer to fetch a comb she saw him. He was curled up in a deep sleep on the bed. She combed her hair through and loosely tied it back and looked back towards him. She knelt at the side of the bed and ran her hand softly over his hair. She bent to kiss his cheek and he murmured sleepily and stretched onto his back not opening his eyes. He smelt faintly of sleep and she tousled his hair again. She knelt astride him and kissed his mouth and then softly kissed down his neck, kissing all around his Adams apple and then down towards his chest. As she kissed her way down his chest she undid the buttons of his top as she went. On reaching the waistband of his shorts she opened his top and kissed each of his nipples in turn and ruffled his light covering of chest hair. She suddenly felt a great wave of desire for him and she covered his face neck and chest with rough kisses and he stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes and smiled at her, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her closer towards him. He kissed her gently and then began exploring her lips with his tongue, gently parting them and finding her tongue with his. He pulled away and softly kissed her and gently rolled her onto her back. He deftly untied her dressing gown and gently kissed down her neck and chest like she had done to him, slowly parting her dressing gown as he moved down her body. She felt tingles of pleasure through her as he ran his hands back up her body under her dressing gown finding her nipples. He gently rubbed them just lightly brushing against them until they started to get hard. He pulled open her dressing gown and took a nipple into his mouth gently licking the tip and then sucking it in further. He withdrew his mouth slightly and blew cool breath across the nipple make it stand up hard. She sighed with pleasure and he moved to the other nipple, this time covering it completely with his mouth and blowing hot air down on it then taking it between his teeth and very gently nibbling her until she became hard. He then lowered himself down on top of her, looping his hands behind her and holding her in a big bear hug. She moved her hands down his back and down inside his shorts to feel his bum. As she groped and pinched it he laughed and turned her back over pinning her down with one hand and ripping open her dressing gown with the other. Somehow he managed to completely remove it and throw it on the floor before she had time to recover herself. In order to get even she ripped of his top and began to pull off his shorts. He pretended to struggle but was really pleased for the opportunity to show her how erect he was. He knew that she could never resist an erect cock. As soon as she saw it she was down on it. She had it in her mouth and was sucking and licking it for all she was worth. They both began to moan with pleasure and she shuffled around so that her knees were either side of his face. He didn’t need any instructions from her and began to gently stroke her pussy lips with his finger through her damp lacy knickers. He moved up towards her clitoris and then moved his mouth over her knickers and began blowing hot air over her. He then began to probe his tongue through the lacy holes but once he tasted her, he could resist no longer and pulled her knickers to the side in order that he could slide his tongue right inside her wet pussy. She murmured with pleasure her moans almost inaudible for the swelling cock inside her mouth. She began to writhe with pleasure as he began to rub her clitoris with his finger and he then swapped his tongue and finger over and probed his finger into her pussy and his tongue onto her clitoris. Her pussy was wet and sticky and his finger was sucked inside it. She wriggled it further inside her and as he licked her clitoris, moving his tongue gently back and forth over it. She moaned loudly and began to pump furiously up and down on his cock. She was stroking his balls with one hand and rubbing his cock up and down with the other gently licking over his bell end and greedily sucking every bit of pre-come that appeared. As she gently ran her fingers down his balls towards his G-spot she felt them swell and she knew he was near to coming so she stopped completely and lifted herself off. She didn’t want things to end this quickly. He took advantage of her as she was wriggling round to hold tightly onto her knickers and slide them down her legs while she was distracted. She turned herself around and knelt over him again kissing his chest and lips. She then knelt back and began to play with her clitoris rubbing her fingers over it as only she knew how and then feeling her swollen pussy lips she plunged three fingers deep inside herself and moaned with pleasure. With her other hand she wanked his cock vigorously until he was hard enough to slide inside her. Then she knelt over him and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. Sliding slowly so that he could totally enjoy the feeling of entering her warm wet body. As he filled her they both let out a moan of pleasure and she rolled forwards kissing his face while he got used to the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. He slowly began to slide in and out of her, gripping onto her smooth arse and building up some rhythm. She got used to the rhythm and began to pump too and they gently rocked together. He then began to speed up his thrusts pulling out further and sliding in deeper and moving faster and faster. She began to moan with pleasure and sat up in order that she could rub her clitoris while he pumped deep inside her. She bounced on his cock and then rubbed herself backwards and forwards all the time rubbing her clitoris with her fingers. She felt her orgasm building again and took his hands and placed them on her nipples. She quickly rubbed her clitoris again and while she thrust on his cock, he took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them and rubbed them until she came with a loud moan. Her whole body seemed to shudder and he felt come run all over his cock and down his balls. She collapsed on top of him and he quickly took advantage and slipped out of her pushing her up onto her hands and knees. He somehow managed to crawl from underneath her and knelt behind her. It didn’t take him long to wank his cock back into life and he slipped into her pussy from behind. He started thrusting hard straight away and his cock swelled up inside her dripping hole. She murmured contentedly and as his thrusts got harder she began to moan loudly. The curve of his cock just brushed against her G-spot when he took her from behind and every time he thrusted into her it sent a wave of pleasure right through her body. She quickly moved her fingers back to her clitoris and rubbed frantically as he built up even more momentum. She felt her orgasm building again and began to scream with pleasure. She was totally out of control now and had to come as soon as possible. So she rubbed more and more and he pumped as fast as he could to pleasure her and suddenly with one loud moan, a wave of orgasm shuddered right through her followed by another and another. He kept pumping through her orgasm and she was still rubbing herself as she came and came. Eventually she faded down onto the bed with her arse still up in the air. His swollen cock was still inside her and he gripped her hips hard and pumped inside her as fast as he could. He started moaning then, as he wanted to come, so she quickly recovered herself and lifted back up for him. She soon picked up his rhythm and pumped back towards him as he thrusted inside her. She reached behind her and began to softly run her fingers over his swollen balls. She ran her fingers over them as best she could while they moved backwards and forwards so fast, and he moaned appreciatively. She then found his G-spot and concentrated on rubbing it gently until she felt his cock and balls harden. As he spurted his come inside her she tightened her pussy around his cock and rubbed her fingers all over his balls squeezing them gently as if to drain every drop of come from them. He then collapsed down on top of her and she held him closely and let him suck her nipples. As he sucked she played with her clitoris sliding her fingers inside herself. She reached into the drawer by the bed and took out her vibrator and began to buzz it along her pussy lips and plunged it deep inside her. She then slid it out, glistening and wet, and ran it up and down her clitoris and then inside her again until she came again, moaning and shuddering. The Couple From the author: As has occurred frequently In my last several tales I give my respects and devotions to Lady_Silver for her correction of my stupid mistakes, and her kindly suggestions, to RedHairedandFriendly for her kind guidance and suggestions when I painted myself into a corner, and to Barbara for her astute comments. Blame every failing on me. Long after my wife died from sepsis caused by complications from her ovarian cancer I wrote, "Waltzing With Jean," my tribute to the love of my life. In it I mentioned that following her second surgery, the head surgeon sat with me in the post-op waiting room. She held my hand while she bluntly told me that her best prognosis was that my wife had less then a 20% chance to make it to the five year mark. She also mentioned, and I don't recall writing it, that the end would be very painful. At that time the book mentioned herein was the talk of the West Coast. I purchased a copy to read. If her end was going to be that bad I'd help in any way I could. She never knew that I had the book nor have I written about it, until now. She would have to make whatever decision she would. That was her right. If she could no longer bear the pain I'd do what was necessary to help relieve her suffering. It would be illegal and I could well go to jail. So what! Events made that decision unnecessary. Her death was quick and painless. Did I miss the days we could have had together? Yes, but that would have been very selfish of me if the extra time was bought at the expense of her pain and suffering. Over the years, for some reason, I thought about an elderly loving couple faced with the situation in this story and how they would act and what they would do . . . -------------------------------------------------- Putting his arm on her shoulder, the old man looked at his wife as he spoke, "We're going to have to make some hard decisions and soon." "Merle honey, I know," was her soft response as she took his hand in hers and lovingly patted it. Turning slightly toward him she reached up to softly stroke his cheek and his soft snow white beard while her jade green eyes searched his face and finally stared into his eyes before continuing on, "Merle Moffat, all I know is that I can't bear to live without you, and I have no intention of finding myself alone in an old folk's home." The last was said in a voice filled with anger, despair, and total contempt. Gently squeezing her shoulder with his long calloused fingers he softly lifted her chin with his other hand so he could look directly at the face and into the eyes of the woman he loved and married almost fifty-five years ago. Finally he murmured, "Kate, I'm with you in that. If you died first I simply couldn't go on, and I ain't going into no warehouse of dead and dying either." The emotion in his voice mirrored hers, but were spoken in a deep baritone voice with a soft Southern drawl. Kate finished the conversation with a conclusion and suggestion; "Honey, at least we agree on one thing. Let's wait until after dinner and we'll sit here with a glass of wine and talk about it." Bustling about the kitchen to prepare the nightly repast she'd glance out of the windows to watch Merle as he went about his yard work. About fifteen minutes before dinner was ready she stepped to the screen door to give him a "Yoo Hoo! Get ready." She couldn't help herself. Her gaze followed him up the walkway from the garage, This man she loved for so many years; with his body leaner and gaunter then it'd been all those years ago. She blinked her eyes in disbelief. For just an instant she saw the man she'd married in the days of their youth. 6'6" tall, so broad shouldered he had trouble walking through doorways. A body of muscles from neck to toes. He wore his blond hair short. She used to tease him about the color being so different from the flaming red hair of his Scottish ancestors, suggesting that perhaps a passing Swede had been loose in the neighborhood. The vision was gone, replaced by reality. His back was a trifle stooped, his gait just a tad shorter then in his youth. She could make out the bones and veins standing out on the back of his hands. As he drew closer she could see the features of his face; the white beard, the many wrinkles and laugh lines, and his eyes. Oh God, those pale sky blue eyes! She always swore his gaze could penetrate to every hidden corner of her mind and soul. Here he was a man in his middle seventies who still had no need to wear glasses. With Merle having cleaned himself up they sat down at the dining room table to eat. This was something they'd agreed to years ago; breakfast and lunch would be at the kitchen table but dinner would be at the family table. Of course with the kids gone they didn't need to add the leafs so the table didn't overwhelm them, and not being a formal affair she sat along side of him for intimacy's sake. The dinner was up to Kate's usual superb efforts; beef pot roast with all the trimmings, including pan browned roasted potatoes, fresh baked rolls, and a fine Gamay Beaujolais to sip. Dessert and the rest of the wine would be consumed in the living room. With the dishes having been disposed of and the left-overs in the fridge, they adjourned to the living room. Kate was soon ensconced on her throne; her legs drawn up under her and her head nestled on Merle's chest on the sofa. Slowly they sipped the wine and fed each other a spoonful of the fruit sorbet they'd each selected. The dessert gone, they sipped their wine in silence until the unavoidable discussion finally became necessary. Merle began, "Kate, you know the tumor in my head is going to do me in and if the doctor's right, it won't be much longer until I'm in the hospital for good." "Honey," she began, "I can't bear the thought, but you could very well find yourself in the same boat with my heart problems." The despair of reality was setting in. As strong as Kate was, her emotions let loose. Throwing her arm around his chest the tears flowed as she sobbed her disconsolate sorrow. All Merle could do was hold her and stroke her hair as the tears trickled down his own cheeks. He finally tried to ease the situation with a soft quip, "Old age is sure not for the weak." It fell flat and he stayed silent for a few seconds. Finally feeling called upon to say something else he almost whispered, "Love! We can't bear to be apart . . . there's only one solution. . ." Picking up his thread of thought she continued on, "We have to go together." Words were now put to the thoughts they'd each silently accepted during their daily chores. Throwing her arm around him, squeezing as tightly as she was able, and with a tremor in her voice she haltingly said, "I can't bear the thought of you shooting me and then yourself. I couldn't bear my pain nor yours either for that matter." "The same as I couldn't drive us off a 1,000 foot cliff," he enjoined. Tightly clutching his shirt, she asked the Twenty-Four-Dollar-Question; "Honey, what are we to do?" "I think I may have a solution," Merle said after a short pause to think. "The other day at the Senior Center two fellows were talking about the same thing. One of them mentioned a book . ." Reaching to his back pocket he extracted a small piece of paper from his wallet. Glancing at it he said, "the name is Final Exit by Derek Humphry ©. That may be our answer." Kate suggested, "Perhaps we can order it from the bookstore." "It may be out of print," he replied, "if so we can steal it from the library." Looking at him with a glare she almost shouted, "that's stealing and it's against the law." "My sweetness," he patiently answered, "in this state suicide is also against the law." That brought a giggle to her lips and another, followed by a string of them. The mood was shattered and all tension disappeared like a burst soap bubble when he made his final pronouncement of the discussion, "What are they going to do, put us in jail?" Her giggles broke into glorious laughter. It was infectious and he soon found himself joining her in her gleeful and mirthful laughter. After the evening cleanup Kate went up to take her shower while Merle watched the late evening news. Sometimes he'd join her but they both knew there would be no love making tonight, only loving. The previous discussions had squelched that possibility. Her ablutions having been completed she walked naked into their bedroom. She caught the image of herself in the mirror next to her dresser. Stepping closer she appraised her appearance with disgust and sorrow. How could Merle love her in this body? She saw a tall woman almost 5'8" in height. A lady whose body had gone to the dogs (in her mind). Her disgusting breasts were flat and drooped to surround her navel like two bell clappers. They sure didn't look like they did when they first married. Yes, she would have flunked the pencil test even back then, but after breast feeding four kids the damage was done. The veins stood out on the back of her hands as did the varicose veins on her legs. What used to be her flat stomach now bulged like a tire and her ass drooped so low she would have to seriously think about putting her ass cheeks in a sling to keep them from slapping against the back of her thighs when she walked. Stepping closer to the mirror she investigated her face. My God, flashed through her mind, You look like you've been in a battle with a mountain lion and lost. Your face looks like a prune that's been in the sun too long. How can any face have that many wrinkles? Her raven black hair had started to turn gray and for some reason stopped at some point so that her face was framed with wavy black hair hanging to her shoulders with gray streaks here and there, Must be in the genes she thought. Her mother's hair had been the same way. To her mind the only saving grace were her eyes. They still held their jade green color and their laughter. Of course she needed reading glasses, that was normal. Unbeknownst to her Merle had slipped into the room. Seeing the grimace on her lips, he knew exactly what was running through her mind. Quietly stripping his clothes off he dropped them on the chair and silently walked up behind her. They were about to reenact a rite which had been repeated many, many times over the years and could be more realistically called a mating dance, but not this night. The feel of his arms around her waist startled her back to reality. When she looked into his eyes through the mirror she saw those eyes glaring at her in mock anger. He spun her around to face him but her shame was too great and she hung her head so that she wouldn't have to look at his disgust with her body. "Kathryn Sue Moffat, look me in the eyes." The voice was so filled with apparent disgust and so demanding that she had to obey. The look was almost more then she could bear. She tried to bow her head but to no avail as his fingers pulled her chin up so that she had to look into those eyes that knew her every thought and emotion. "Woman, when you look at me you see an old man well past his prime. Are you pleased to see an old man standing naked before you?" Without hesitation she circled his waist with her arms and murmured her yes to his query as her head pressed against his chest in a loving movement that transcended time and space. "Woman, right now you're wondering why I wouldn't flee to the arms of a fifty or fifty-five year old chippy rather then deal with your tired old body. Know this; I will never tire of you or your body. My body is not the body you married, but it is the one I have now. Your body is not the one I married but it is the body YOU have now, and I love it; all of it. I don't love it as it exists in your memory I love it as it exists now!" That having been said, he slid down to kneel as gracefully as his arthritic knees would allow so that his lips were pressed against the paunch of her tummy. Quietly and seemingly without effort she raised him up. Together they approached their wedded bed which was now on its fifth (or was it the sixth?) mattress and spring set. She gently laid him down and cuddling up next to him pressed her back tightly against his hairy stomach and chest. The greatest joy of her life (after making love of course) was to feel his large soft penis laying nestled between her ass cheeks, his great huge hand gently encompassing her flaccid breast, and his soft breaths brushing quietly against her hair and the back of her neck whispering of his love and contentment. Just before she fell into the sleep of a happy fulfilled woman, her lips curled into a smile as a memory slowly crept through her mind of a time long gone by: On their honeymoon they'd made love twice that evening. The second time was the first time she'd ever experienced an orgasm. After cleaning up she'd happily and dreamingly begun donning her night dress in anticipation of Merle's arms holding her tight as they drifted off to sleep on this first night of the rest of their married life. As she'd buttoned it up Merle had moved in front of her and unbuttoned it. Removing it he'd thrown it on the dresser. Putting an arm around her waist he'd stroked her back, while his other hand lifted and caressed her breast. His lips had began to softly plant kisses on her neck, slowly moving to her ear lobe. As he'd kissed the lobe he'd whispered in such a low tone she'd almost missed it, "not ever!" The feel of Merle's grasp loosen on her breast brought her back to the present. Scooting her back and butt tighter to her mate she grasped his hand and placed it between her puddled breasts where it properly belonged. To make sure it didn't escape again she placed her small hand against his and squeezed it tightly. Her drowsy mind formed a languid thought; Merle was right. His warm naked flesh beat flannel every time. The thought brought a giggle to her lips. Merle sleepily but happily complied and squeezed her breast tightly. A thought lazily passed through his mind as the soft mantle of sleep again enfolded him; what the hell was the giggle all about? Following breakfast the next morning they began their search. Luck was with them almost immediately. They almost drove by a used book store, when on a whim, Kate urged Merle to pull in. They talked to the owner for a few moments and he took them to a bookshelf which contained several copies of the book. Making their selection they paid and beat a hasty retreat home. Sitting on the sofa with their coffee cups on the coffee table before them they began to leaf through the index and to read a portion of this chapter and that. Merle finally slammed the book down and smacked his head. "Damn Kate, I didn't realize that taking our leave of this world would be so complicated: insurance, wills, letters, and it just goes on and on!" To placate him she placed his cup in his hand as she put the whole matter in perspective; "If we don't follow the suggestions in the book we may make a total mess of things. That would leave the kids to have to clean up things because of our stupidity." "You're right, of course," was his grumbling reply. Over the next few days they read and re-read the book, taking notes of the things that needed to be done. It was probably a good idea that they'd decided to get the book because it seemed as if Merle's headaches, caused by the tumor's pressure on his brain, were becoming more painful and occurring at a greater frequency. He was having to take more and more pain killers, which only seemed to put him in a zombie-like state much of the time. She was also finding it harder to do things around the house, as she found herself having to rest more often to catch her breath, and she too had to take heavier doses of her heart medicine to quell the pain. Having lived a loving rich full life they approached the end with calmness, but at the same time they opened the old photo albums to reminisce over the important events in their lives. . . The photo of the two of them at the lake; she in her corn yellow sun dress and straw wide-brimmed hat, he with his arm around her waist, stripped to his undershirt and his Stetson pushed back on his head, each of them squinting into the hot August sun as the picture was taken. She was a new school teacher at Western Elementary School, he a good ol' boy from Tennessee who (by reputation) was one of the best heavy equipment operators in the area. Tales were told to her about his skill with any piece of equipment that had an engine, especially the big bull dozers and graders. It took a lot of muscle to operate those huge heavy old machines and he had them in spades she thought with a slight smile. They'd met at a Trinity Church social (after a proper introduction, of course), and quickly became an item. After a suitable courtship they were wed at Trinity Church and here was the photograph to show the event. The two of them at the Altar rail in their wedding finery. Her mind journeyed back to the honeymoon night, as her mind recalled her wonderment at how so big a bear could be so gentle. She hadn't climaxed the first time they had sex. His need had been too great. The second time was a different story as he took his time and pleasured her until she became so excited she wrapped her legs around his beefy thighs and pleaded with him for release. When she felt his penis touching her cervix as he exploded and planted his seed deep in her body, she finally understood what the giggling comments from her friends at school finally meant as her body exploded in her first glorious climax. Matt was conceived that night. Merle leaned over to turn the page of the album and her face broke into a smile as she looked at her husband standing in front of the house in his Naval finery after graduation from boot camp. His draft number had come up pretty quickly and the draft gobbled him up. He was lucky because he ended up in the Navy rather then the Army. Once again his luck held out as he was sent to Port Hueneme, California for further training in the newly formed Construction Battalions. Her hubby was a SeaBee. The next several pages were pictures that had passed back and forth during the war. Matt and her as he'd grown from a baby, to a crumb cruncher, and finally to the toddler stage. His showed him and his mates standing in front of this dozer or that grader on some miserable Pacific Island where they'd spent their time dodging bullets and bombs as they built a string of air strips pointing directly to Japan. Sadly, many of the pictures were a testimony to war's hell as faces were no longer seen in this picture or that due to the death of that member of the unit. Kate turned the page to find it blank and found herself grimacing as she recalled that time when Merle and his unit dropped off the face of the earth. No mail, no nothing! It wasn't until he'd been discharged after the war that she learned that his unit had been sent in great secrecy to China to build a secret air strip. No letters in, no letters out, and absolutely no pictures. Those several months almost killed her with worry and filled her every thought with terror. Turning the page her face again broke into a smile as she looked at her newly discharged mate standing in front of the house in his dress blues with a squirming Matt in his arms. My God, he looked handsome in his uniform with his 2nd Class Petty Officer crow and the rows of ribbons on his chest. But her mind still turned to anguish as she looked at his face in that old fading photo. His eyes were so sad even as he grinned while holding their son. The wrinkles around his eyes and lips had already begun to form in testimony to having seen and experienced too much. No one had ever been able to get him to talk about those days and nights of terror. Mores the pity, she thought; in the days after the war was over there was a place in his heart she could never reach, because he wouldn't allow her to comfort him as a wife and lover ought to be able to do. The Couple Merle's mind was on the same page but they were both on different paragraphs. Merle was not about to distress anyone with the horrors of war that he'd experienced; the terror, the anger, the horror of watching his mates die, and the determination he would do what duty required at all costs. They didn't need it and he'd carry it to his grave. A quaint old Navy phrase flashed through his mind; He could hack it then and he could damn sure hack it now! Finally she turned the page to happier times. The first was the birth of Ruth Anne, followed by the birth of Elizabeth Anne, and finally, the birth of Rachel Anne, all in the space of five years. Why Anne for the middle names of the girls? Both her mother and mother had the middle name, Anne, so she could placate them both without disturbing the peace and harmony of her family. The last step in their preparations was to empty the safety deposit box and her jewelry box. This would hopefully ensure that everyone received that which was intended for them. Four shoe boxes were sitting on the coffee table, one for each child. The safety deposit box contents were emptied from the old leather briefcase they'd brought the items home in. The first was Merle's grandfather's Railroad watch. He set the time and wound it, not at all surprised that it still worked after all these years. He could still remember Grandpa sitting in his father's house in his old rocking chair and pulling the watch from his vest pocket to check the time to make sure he didn't miss his favorite radio programs. Grandpa had been a widower for 15 years before he took his leave of this world and Merle, with his tumor, didn't have the ability nor the intention of walking in his lonely footsteps. The watch went into Matt's box. Kate removed an old fashioned wooden box and opening it smiled as she recognized her grandma's old ivory cameo brooch. Grandma only wore it to church on Sunday and at her death Kate's mother received it. It was now well over one hundred years old and yellowing with age. The brooch was placed back in the box and deposited into Ruth Anne's box. Each item was placed in this box or that until it was time for Kate to divide up her jewelry. As each piece was picked up a memory would flash through her mind and a smile appear on her lips as she and Merle recalled some event she'd worn that particular piece to, to augment her lovely appearance on that particular occasion. Finally all was completed; letters written, legal things taken care of, and it was time: Merle had carried the bottles of drugs they'd selected up to the bedroom. The drugs they hoped would launch them into eternity in a calm peaceful sleep of welcome togetherness. On the last morning of the last day of their lives on this mortal coil, they woke early and ate a very light breakfast of toast and jam. For lunch they had another light lunch of toast and jam, washing it down with a delightful Burgundy. As the late afternoon sun slowly drifted towards the backyard, Merle picked up the wine bottle as they slowly moved up the stairs side by side to their communal bedroom. They removed their clothing, placing the folded items on a chair. Moving into the shower they softly and lovingly soaped and rinsed their partner off. During this exchange a feeling so intense engulfed the two of them it almost brought them to tears. It was as if all of the fifty-five years of living and loving enveloped them within its folds in its totality. Their plans were suddenly revised. The feeling to join together in mind and body a final time was so overpowering it overcame all else. Moving slowly to the bed each with an arm around the other in their need to unite, they pulled the covers back and lay down facing each other. For many minutes they caressed each other and softly kissed and fondled their partner. Kate softly stroked her lover's penis into hardness as he sucked on the nipples and squeezed the breasts he'd worshipped for so long. Slowly his fingers slid in and out of the pussy that had welcomed and nestled his penis so many times. Finally she threw her leg over the leg of her lover and gently pulled his penis into her waiting wet folds. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his penis deeper into her, pausing in agonizing delay until her sheath was accustomed to the fullness. When he was at last fully engulfed into her warm wet pussy they both stopped all movement to bask in the warmth of their partners flesh. The feeling that had overpowered them in the shower returned with an intensity so overwhelming it drove the both of them to tears. Their body movements were minimal. It was no longer about the physical act; it was the totality of mind and body truly merged and melded with the mind and body of their partner. When they each climaxed it was not earth shattering or mind blowing but rather a final gift of each to the other. As she lay with him still slightly engulfed, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her stroking her back as his other hand softly caressed her breast, she kissed his chest and whispered, "Merle, honey, before we uh . . you know, I'm so sleepy. Could we take a short nap?" The two lovers closed their eyes and drifted off in a peaceful, contented, oneness. Matt's story . . . After breakfast I checked my e-mail. There was one from Mom (Dad is not a computer guru). All it said was Come Home Now! Queer! I picked up the phone to talk to my three sisters. Each had received the same e-mail with the same time stamp. An uneasy feeling settled over the four of us and we agreed to meet at Mom's and Dad's immediately. I arrived first and was just mounting the porch steps as Ruth Anne drove up. Unlocking the front door with my key I was assailed by the smell of gas. Throwing the door open, I shouted at Ruth Anne to call 911 as I moved around the house to shut off the gas at the meter. With the gas off I headed to the back door to get it open. Having done all I could, I returned to the front of the house as Elizabeth Anne and Rachel Anne drove up. I quickly apprised them of my discovery even as the sirens wailed in the background. The fire truck pulled up first and two of the firemen quickly donned breathing apparatus. As soon as they were outfitted they headed for the house to check things out and get the windows open. Right behind them an emergency medical ambulance pulled up at the same time. The medic looked vaguely familiar but he was putting on his breathing apparatus so I couldn't be sure. The two firemen returned shortly and removing their masks, congratulated me on turning off the gas at the meter and getting the doors open, and then moved off to warn the neighbors to not light off BBQ's or do anything else stupid until the gas dissipated. The medic finally exited the house and removed his apparatus. Now I recognized him. Several years ago there'd been a rash of what OSHA calls industrial accidents, including a heart attack or two at our company. In an effort to keep OSHA off their backs and limit lawsuits, the powers-that-be decided to upgrade their emergency equipment and to ensure there was someone qualified in first aid in each section and each shift. John Palmer had been our instructor. "Lo Matt," "Lo John," I replied. "Can I talk to you in private?" he asked. Moving off my sisters tried to follow but I waved them off. With his back to my sisters he gave me the story of what he'd found. "I assume that is your mother and father in the house?" With my assent he continued: "They are apparently dead but it'll be for the Medical Examiner to make that determination and the cause of death." "But, they died of gas poisoning . .," I started but he shushed me. "Strictly speaking if death is from natural causes it would probably be death by Carbon Monoxide Poisoning," he uttered. "If?. . natural causes?" I injected. "Matt on the dresser were several sealed manila envelopes and four sealed boxes with names on them. I recognized yours on one of them. Next to the bed were several bottles of pills and a book titled, Final Exit. I think they were planning to commit suicide." "Did they?" I had to know! "I'm not sure and that's why we have to wait for the ME. In this state suicide is a crime so this may be a crime scene and so my hands are tied until he gets here." Placing an arm around my shoulder, John tried to reassure me, "Personally I don't think it got to that point. The bottles all seemed full and it appeared to me that they fell asleep before they could take them." "If it helps, Matt, I know the ME and I think I can get you and your sisters in to view the bodies but only under strict supervision, strict rules, and no touching of anything." The ME arrived shortly and after a quick conversation, John and the ME escorted us into the bedroom. Mom and Dad were sleeping peacefully in each others arms with a contented smile on their faces. As I looked at them something caught my eye; the way the covers were pulled up around them could only have been accomplished by someone not in the bed. I looked at John and I swear he blushed. In order to quickly rule on the cause of death the ME counted the pills in each bottle, checking it against the number of pills on the bottle label. It all checked out and he tentatively ruled that death was accidentally caused by Carbon Monoxide Poisoning due to the gas leak. About a month after the funeral John and I were sitting in my living room slugging down a beer while our wives hustled up supper. John and I had renewed the friendship we'd established during the days I'd sat through his first aid classes. The ball game was droning in the background on the TV when John turned to me and said some very disquieting things he must surely been mulling over in his mind for quite awhile. "When the ME was finally able to establish the probable time of death some very disturbing things cropped up. Why did the hot water heater and the stove pilot lights both go off? They must have from the gas levels the fireman got on their meters. Why did the electricity fail? Because of the gas we never checked when we went into the house because of the possibility of an explosion. We worked by flashlight. Matt, I've been to dozens of gas leaks and I'll tell you that in most of them the house was laying all over the neighborhood from the resultant explosion and fire." "The gas company came out that afternoon after checking their boards and no one reported anything and the meters showed no possible explanation." "The power company did the same thing and there was no explanation as to why the power failed only in your mom's and dad's house." His final words on the subject were the most thought provoking; "Matt, did you notice the clock on their bed stand? Neither did I until I was getting ready to leave and something caught my eye. The light over the bathroom mirror came on and the clock suddenly began blinking 12:00 over and over. The power had just come back on." "I've read the book and the author warned against trying to commit suicide by gas because of the unpleasant gas odor and the danger of explosion. It's also obvious they didn't cut the power so why did the failure occur? Why did the power stay off until the house was gas free?" "I've seen some very strange events occur in my twenty two years that are beyond explanation and this one numbers right near the top." I sipped my beer as my mind tried to absorb all that John had just told me. I remembered my sisters and I looking at them lying there in their bed; a couple tightly holding each other with a smile on their lips as they lovingly and together left all trouble and care behind them to begin a new journey. Had the hand of fate or some greater power stepped in to prevent mom and dad from having to take that final fatal step by their own hand and instead allowed the couple to go to their maker lovingly, together, and with clear consciences, just as they'd lived their lives? The end All comments are gratefully accepted Ronnie Wachuka Sign me a Horny 'ol Sailor 30- The Couple Part 1 One moment he was alone and the next she was there. A better word might be "here", for she was walking directly at him, sunglasses in her hand and an invitation on her face. He gazed at her, and the invitation opened into a smile he knew he couldn't equal. As he stood up from his seat on the fountain wall she put out her hand, and for reasons he didn't understand he took it in his. The look they shared at that moment was caught by chance by a photographer, along with the intended background of a towering stone cathedral. She said nothing with words, but he learned about her as they wafted down cobblestone corridors. In an inexplicable way he was being taught about himself, too, and was startled by the unexpected purpose in life he felt when beside her. No two hands were ever joined more tightly as they found their way to the edge of a park. She was mesmerizing - there was simply nobody else his eyes could see. The delicate sound of her feet on the path, the gentle sway of her dress in time with her body, the impossible perfection of her body... It didn't just dawn on him, it challenged his very being. The knowledge came and it conquered. He stopped in mid stride and when she turned back to him she knew he had discovered love. As she stepped forward he brought her hand to his side and drew her close. He kissed her and she kissed him, sunglasses forgotten on the ground. Breath itself was of lesser importance at that moment, and any camera irreverent enough to glance at the couple would have been blinded. He kissed her to tell her that he loved her. He kissed her to thank her for the invitation. He kissed her to ask her to stay with him. And she kissed him to say yes. His heart singing, he ran with her away from the shade of the tall buildings in search of sun. Together they flew towards the green fields and the blue mountains beyond. She loved him and he was unable to control the way that made him feel. Sometimes his heart hurt with the urgency of sharing his feelings with her, and every time he looked at her it actually stopped. He felt her arm catch him when he tripped over a stone as her eyes sparkled with humour. He vowed to himself that he would do the same, protecting her from anything he could. As their pace slowed from a blast to a breeze, their thoughts began to deepen and their looks at each other were longer. They stopped on a hillside and as the heat of the day radiated off into the sky, lay down on the warm grass next to a log fence. They both made themselves comfortable for the other, and with their legs wrapped together they relaxed, his hand slowly making its way through the long strands of her delicate hair. It was quiet, and after a while the occasional pleasant swirl of wind made him drowsy. She repositioned an arm and nestled her face against his neck. The last thing he felt before falling asleep was her soft breath on his skin. Part 2 His dreams were many and varied, but always they came to an unsettling end. Some hours later, swimming up through the depths of unconsciousness, he found that she filled his mind already. He mentally searched for her delicate weight on his chest and finding none caused an instant concern to rip him to the surface of his slumber. It was not an idle worry for as he wrapped his arms around himself against the onslaught of the freezing air, he was unable to see her. With the memory of her so real, along with his growing hunger, he shielded his eyes from the snow and began retracing their steps back to the city. After hours of stumbling through the night he felt real fear as he recognized a low hill he had passed earlier and knew he had fallen to circles. She was gone and he was lost, cold, and starving. His heart stabbed him again, now not from unexpressed love but from the horror of knowing that he had lost her. He kept walking. He would find her; he had promised himself that. Neither cold nor thoughts left him alone on his pilgrimage - thoughts that made him anxious. Had she left because of the cold, or before it? Had the looks and touches she had given him meant as much as he had hoped? Why would she leave him asleep? Perhaps he was not right for her and he had not been all the man he could have been. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he needed to find her and prove he would stand by her. His confusion grew as amid the eddies of falling snowflakes the moon shone through and illuminated a terrifying sight. The city was known as a place where summer reigned. It stood before him now, but did not bring relief, for it appeared totally entombed in a mountain of blue ice, stark and ugly with sharp spires and vast black cliffs. Rivulets of meltwater joined forces to create a moat of numbing death for any living thing. He stopped short and surveyed the ominous structure, and could not believe what he saw. Was he still on the same planet or was this a dream and he was still fast asleep with her? No, the frigid air told him he was awake. Out of the white sky came a sudden sinister whisper, one that grew from little louder than the wind to a great tearing noise that he covered his ears to protect himself from. It communicated a hatred of the earth and its creatures, and in his soul he understood its meaning beyond any doubt. Some evil had stolen his angel (in his anger he forgot she was not his), and he was conscious that she was imprisoned in the frozen tower that used to be his city. He bellowed back that he would never allow anyone or anything to challenge his right to seek her love. He raged at the wind, shrieking in vain against the overpowering voice that opposed him. His voice gave out before his fury did, and he reacted by throwing himself into the glacial lake separating him from her. Despite his tenacious spirit, his strong body was not designed for survival at such temperatures, and before making a dozen strokes his right leg cramped, leaving his only choice to return to the shore. Reaching it, and threatened by imminent death, he lay down and curled into the shape of defeat, with only her face in his mind's eye keeping him alive. A prick on his upper chest made him start. Fumbling with clumsy hands he found an earring, an exotic locket earring that could only have come from her finely shaped ear. A flash of her touch shot through his mind and he turned his thoughts toward her, the one who had finally shown him who he really was. As his senses of sight and touch became dull all he felt was the pain of losing her, and even more so of breaking his promise. Deep within him some part of him recognized that the least he could do to repay her was to dedicate his final moments to her. With the earring pressed with what little strength he had left, he focused on the radiant memories of what seemed an eternity before. He floated down the streets of the city, watched the grass blades in the park bow to her feet, and again felt the electric surge of his heart the moment he found love and saw it reflected in her face. Her face, and the lips he had not kissed. Her perfect face. It was strange, but he felt like he was in her arms again. It must be the unpredictable nature of his fading nerves that was sending random reports to his brain. A trick. No, it could not be a trick; that would be too cruel. He stirred, and dared himself to open his eyes, just to convince himself of the inevitable lie he must be imagining. His eyes strained to focus, and he was amazed. She, oh glorious she, was there with him! Astonished, he became aware that he was in a cavern formed by walls of ice, alone with her. She turned her head to look at him, and even as his heart raced to see her again, it sank as he absorbed the truth she spoke from her eyes; neither of them would be leaving that place. For all he knew he had been transported to her deep within that hideous ice city, surrounded by hundreds of meters of unyielding watery steel. He crawled to her side and held back tears as she reached out her arm to him and grasped his hand once more. They embraced each other, their eyes locked, and he had the exquisite sensation of having known her forever. Her lips parted, and for an instant he wondered if she would speak. He had not spoken to her and she had not spoken to him, for they had not had a need. As he held her body close and watched in awe she slowly formed three unmatched, incomparable words. "I love you." His heart leapt at the sound of her voice, low yet unbroken and sweet. He wanted to sing, but chose to tell her the simple truth, the same three words that he needed to say most. His lips formed the first word, and he began to speak, but no sound came out of his throat. He tried again, to no avail. He had spent his voice entirely earlier, he remembered in anguish. What he would have given just then to purchase just those three words! He glanced at her, ashamed that he could not reply to her gift with his own. She understood, and now it was her turn to lose control of a tear, and it rolled down her cheek until finally falling and merging with the water they lay in. Heartbroken, he collapsed and held her tight, and she responded by clutching him tighter with even greater urgency. She reached up and brought his mouth to hers, pressing their lips together in a kiss. As their worn bodies exhausted the last of their energy, the two continued their kiss. They resolved to share what life they still had with each other. Eyes closed, they listened to their heartbeats, synchronized as though from the beginning of time, giving their rhythm words in their minds. Life, love, life, love. Life, love. Life. Love. Life. Love. Ice.