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Lust Not Love Ch. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Warning about sexual content: This story concerns a man with a fantasy to share his wife with another (some call it cuckolding). I make no apologies for it. It's life, it happens, and it brings extreme pleasure for many men -- and women. If it is likely to offend you, do NOT read any further. That way, you won't need to complain if you don't like it. On the other hand, if you enjoy this story, please vote positively. 

Caroline's Story:

I think I could confidently say that I have a good marriage. Peter and I are both going around for the second time. Our first marriages each produced a couple of kids that have accepted us as their current parents, and since they are grown-up and in their twenties, none of the four are a burden to us, leaving Peter and I heaps of time to do our own thing.

My first husband was another matter. What a dud he was, both as a husband and as a father. Strange how when you're young and 21 and impetuous, you cannot see the forest for the trees. He drank too much and gambled too much, and then to make it three strikes and you're out (the door), he cheated on me too. The slut who conspired with him to cheat on me, fortunately married him and now she's stuck with him. Serves her right ... the conniving bitch.

Did that sound like I was bitter ... I'm not really. Goodness me, I'm really not! I guess I was at the time, leaving me with two kids 8 and 10, but in the end, I know she did me a big favour. Because after the jerk left me, his drinking and his gambling became far worse and she has to wear that now.

It took a few years for me to trust any man again. In fact, the kids were in their mid teens before I met Peter and we began dating, then eventually sleeping over, and finally becoming an item. We got married 5 years ago and I'm 45 now, Peter is 49. Menopause hasn't hit me yet -- I'm still menstruating -- so we still have a good sex life, although we are both prepared for the day when it sets in and my hormones go crazy once more.

The kids have all left home so it's just us. I don't really have to work, but I do -- 2 days a week -- just so that I don't get bored always being at home. I'm a librarian in the local community library. I do Tuesdays and Thursdays so I have heaps of time to do all the washing and housework and still catch up with girlfriends for coffee a couple of days a week.

Peter and I have a good circle of friends and I thought that after all these years together, I had met all the people special to him. So it was a surprise one night when he got home with news that a long lost friend from his high school days had been in touch and was coming to town. Peter seemed quite exited about his old friend Jerry visiting and he asked me if I would mind if he stayed with us.

Now, we have never had anybody stay over, not even family members -- oh, except for the kids of course, but they are close family. I wasn't mad on the idea of someone else staying in what had become our little love-nest, particularly a guy that I had never met. But Peter was quite insistent ... the more he described Jerry, the more it became apparent that he held this guy in awe. Peter seemed impressed by all that Jerry had achieved. It seemed that after high school days, Jerry's family moved to Britain, he went to Oxford University and became a high-flying wheeler-dealer in finance.

"The guy's loaded," revealed Peter, almost enviously.

"That's not enough to hold the guy in awe, Peter. We have both done alright ourselves, we really don't lack for much."

"No, I guess you're right. It's just that back at high school, he was perhaps a bit of a nerd, certainly not the guy most likely to succeed. But boy, he went on to great heights, couple of marriages.

"Hey, we've got a couple of those too!"

"Oh okay honey, I'm sorry ... I sound like I'm a bit over the top. I'm just excited to have the chance to catch up with him again after all these years. Boy, it's 30 years since we've seen each other."

"You too must have hung out together a lot if he's looking you up after so long."

"Yeah Caroline, we did. Shit, we did heaps together, lost our virginity together."

"Not to each other, I hope."

"Carol," he rebuked me sternly, "we were not that way inclined. You know me, I am always horny for a good woman ... meaning you. No, I mean, on the same night, out on a double date with two sisters. I got to tell you they were hot ... yeah, sizzle, sizzle."

"Well dear husband, you will have a lot to reminisce about. When's he coming?"

"Monday babe, next Monday."

"Oh Peter, at the start of the week ... you'll be working, you'll only get to see him at night, and I'll have to entertain him during the days. Couldn't he have come on a weekend?"

"I don't know babe, it never came up. He just said I arrive Monday and I'll be in town until Thursday. That's okay, you don't have to go out of your way for him, I'm sure he'll be fine. There's gotta be lots of things for him to see and do in his old hometown."

"Well, you know I'm working Tuesday and Thursday, but if you need me to run him around on Wednesday, I'm quite happy to help."

"That's the girl, thanks hon, I knew I could count on you."

At the weekend, I got busy and spruced up one of the kids' old bedrooms that we had now designated as our spare room -- or guestroom. Peter came in from golf Sunday afternoon and saw how good the room looked. "Honey, thanks for doing all you've done to help me host my old school buddy."

"So when's he getting in, Peter?"

"Err, tomorrow at 3, I'm getting off work early so I can pick him up at the airport. We might take him out to dinner somewhere tomorrow night."

"Oh great, that sounds good, I won't have to cook. I was getting nervous about cooking for a high-flying wheeler-dealer finance broker."

"Now now babe, don't be sarcastic, it doesn't suit you. I'm sure you'll like him and I bet you will feel most comfortable around him."

Jerry was not at all how I expected him to be. From Peter's description, I expected this drop-dead super-cool and handsome high-flier, but instead he was a modest, almost shy guy, just reasonable looking but nothing to write home about, and extremely respectful to me as Peter's wife. My initial fear of having a man I didn't know at all living within these walls for a few days, often when Peter wasn't around, just didn't eventuate.

We had a great night out over dinner Monday night and as he became more comfortable around his old schoolmate's wife, his initial shyness evaporated and a warm funny guy appeared. When we got home after a fun evening, I even stayed up with Peter and Jerry, and never felt like I was in the way or intruding in their space as the old tales rolled out.

I did feel a bit uneasy heading off to work on Tuesday morning and leaving this man in our home on his own. It probably sounds weird, but last thing before I left, I opened my undies drawer and made a mental picture of where all my personal intimates were so that I would know if they had been disturbed. I mean, you don't want to think that another man, other than your husband, has touched them.

Tuesday night, we had dinner at home ... I cooked and it went down well, a great success. The three of us were feeling a lot more comfortable with each other. I don't just mean Jerry and I, but it had been 30 years since Peter and Jerry had been together as such good friends. It had taken quite a few hours of reminiscing before the two again felt really comfortable with each other.

As we sipped our ports amidst an alcoholic haze, something came up about our (that is, Peter and mine) favourite local spot, a waterfall at the end of a little-known 3-mile walking track, that afforded magnificent views over the fertile valley, near which we lived.

"Caroline hon, you're off tomorrow, you should take Jerry up there."

"Oh I don't think Jerry would be interested in that, Peter," I argued, "he's got so much to do in 4 days, he wouldn't want to go tramping through the bush to our humble little local falls."

Jerry jumped into the conversation, "On the contrary, Caroline, I spent time with my old mum today, that's enough family time, and I've not got anything else on the agenda tomorrow. I would love to see it, Peter was enthusing about it while you were outside making coffees."

"Yes babe, please do it. You did offer to show Jerry around if he wanted. It's obvious he's very interested in seeing our spot." Peter had emphasised 'our spot' because to us, it had special memories. While we are both extremely sexual with each other, you could hardly call us sexual extroverts. But it was at this beautiful waterfall, we enjoyed our only outdoors sexual experience.

Peter and I had hiked up along this 3-mile walking track, as we had done so many times, and when we got there this day, we were both feeling quite exhilarated. Peter soon made me aware that he had quite an erection, so on the spur of the moment, I dropped to my knees in front of him while he rested his arse back against a picnic table. Unzipping him, I tugged his impressively hard penis from out of his shorts and enveloped it with my warm wet mouth.

I was not normally too big on blow jobs, so in the first place, for me to do this was quite a shock for Peter ... even more so to be doing it out in the open when anyone could come along. Neither of us were exhibitionists. Anyway, I really got into it, and with the fine misty spray of the waterfall splashing my face, I sucked my husband to a shuddering finish. He pumped his cum into my mouth, almost filling it with his copious flow until I had no choice but to slurp it all down my throat. Yes, that day I swallowed!

Peter was wrapped, and has continued to rave on for years about his unique sexual experience beside the waterfall, so much so that we began to call it our own special place. I looked across at my husband as he encouraged me to take his old schoolmate there tomorrow and desperately hoped that he hadn't told Jerry that story.

I looked for some sign on their faces that Peter had spilled the beans to Jerry, but I could detect nothing abnormal. So, with some hesitation, I agreed to take Jerry up to the waterfall, telling him that we would attempt to get away about ten in the morning.

The walking track to the waterfall began at the end of our street, so no motorised transport was necessary to get there. We set off together, walking alongside each other for the several hundred yards to the spot where the trail started. But once on the track, it was narrow, just one person width and the terrain meandered up and down, so that at times, we were climbing up a hill and then going down the other side.

With immaculate manners, Jerry had politely stood back to allow me to go first when we left the main road to start on the narrow track. As we climbed the first uphill section, I soon realised that I had not thought out my attire very well. The season was spring and the weather was warm, so I avoided jeans in favour of a light summery dress, loose and flowing, that descended to just above my knees.

But as we climbed an uphill stretch, the gradient would mean that Jerry, walking about a metre behind me, would have his eyes level with my arse. In all modesty, I can say confidently that the shape of it -- still quite good at 45 - in the light frilly dress could be appealing to a man of his age and experience. At one stage, we were walking toward the sun, still not that high in the sky at only 10am. I wondered how much of me he could see with the sun in front of us ... I was sure the dress was transparent enough that he could clearly see the outline of my legs silhouetted under the dress. Maybe he could even make out the lines of my panties as the leg bands hugged the tops of my thighs.

I wanted to turn and say something, to try to gauge what he might be seeing, what he might be thinking ... but I couldn't think of an appropriate way to address the subject. What if he wasn't looking, what if he wasn't even interested in a 45-year-old woman like me? How embarrassing would that be if I'd said something stupid like 'Hope you're getting a good look at my arse?' Then I admonished myself: why wouldn't he be having a good look? After all, I work out, have no apparent cellulite and I still have a very good figure for my age. The man's breathing ... so long as he's not gay, he'd have to be looking at my arse.

We plodded on, now thankfully heading downhill and with the sun off to the side, making my summer dress not quite so transparent. I hadn't turned around, I just knew he was there because I could hear his steps close behind me.

I wondered why I had thought such sexual things on our walk. In the two days that Jerry had been visiting, he had given no sign whatsoever of having the slightest sexual interest in me. What was wrong with me, my marriage to Peter had been great and we satisfied each other regularly. There should be absolutely no need to think of Jerry in any sexual context.

Was it this place that we were heading to ... where Peter and I had once enjoyed our only ever outdoors sexual adventure? Did the location have some mystical hold over me sexually?

"Are we nearly there yet?" Jerry's voice from close behind me shattered my reverie and brought us both back to reality.

"Err ... yes ... err, that is, nearly ... probably about another 5 minutes, Jerry. Are you doing okay, not wearing you out, I hope."

"No, I'm good," he assured me and we returned to just the constant sound of our steps on the bumpy ground and the slightly heavy breathing that a steady pace over the past 2½ miles had brought out in both of us. Then gradually the sound of the approaching waterfall began to override our other sounds.

At last, we pressed along the narrow corridor between the thick surrounding foliage, coming into a clearing. About 40 feet away was the waterfall, with the water tumbling from the hillside above, some of it spilling and bouncing on the rocky ground while the bulk of the water cascaded down beyond into a rocky crevice. Off to the right, the view out over the valley was breathtaking.

I stood off to one side, waving my hand expansively, "Well Jerry, there it is..."

He gasped aloud, obviously impressed by the scenic beauty of it all, "You and Peter were right, it is truly breathtaking," he enthused, striding past me for the first time, walking up close to the tumbling water, allowing some of the cooling wetness to splash over him.

He was just like a tourist. Jerry next moved across to take in all of the view from the far edge of the flat area, where at the cliff top, the ground dropped away to the valley below. His having vacated the spot in front of the waterfall, I slowly stepped over to the outer edge of the falling water. Hot from the 3-mile hike, I relished the feel of the cool wet drops splashing on my face, and on the upper slopes of my C cup breasts, barely contained within my summer dress. It splashed too on my bare legs that were exposed from below the knee-high hem of my dress.

The cool drops were refreshing on the exposed bits of my skin. They were wetting my dress where it covered my nipples, like a wet tee-shirt. I stole a glance across to check that Jerry was still engrossed in the view and cheekily, I pulled the top of my dress away from my breasts and stepped closer, now allowing heavier drops to splash over all of my exposed breasts, cooling me from the long walk. I knew that the warm sun would dry my clothing before heading back home.

Anxious that Jerry might turn and catch me, I eased the top of my dress back to re-cover my breasts, but still exposing a generous amount of the slope to just above my nipples. Again checking that Jerry's attention was still riveted on the scenery to the valley below, I grasped the hem of my dress and raised it up to hip level, allowing the cool wetness to splash on my bare thighs.

I closed my eyes for what seemed like only a moment, enjoying the wet drops on my upper thighs. But it was obviously much longer than a moment ... enough at least for Jerry to have turned and saw me standing close to the falls, my summery dress held up high, my bare legs being splashed by the cascading water. Was it pulled up so high that he could catch a glimpse of my panties? Surely not, I was standing side on to him.

But suddenly, I felt him behind me, his body against mine, and my eyes shot open. I was startled to feel his warm body up close against my back, his large arms wrapping around me, his palms clasping my breasts, pulling my body back against his. His hands were pressing the now wet material of my dress against my breasts, moving them slowly, massaging them, quickly arousing my nipples to taut erect peaks. Oh, why didn't I wear a bra?

"No!" I mumbled, twisting my body within his hold to try to shake his hands loose from my breasts, but I wondered if he even heard my protest, such was the roaring sound up close to the waterfall. I quickly dropped the hem of my dress, now quite damp from the splashing drops of water, feeling it cling to the front of my equally damp thighs. I couldn't step forward or I would be stepping under the force of the water -- I would be drenched. I couldn't step back because his powerful body held me firmly rooted to this spot.

I tried to turn my head around, wanting to say something, to reason with him, but this move only exposed a large expanse of my neck. Jerry seized the opportunity and clamped his lips to my bare skin. I felt lips and tongue and teeth on my neck, "No, stop! No love bites, please," I pleaded. I was sure he would hear that because his head was now alongside mine.

I continued to wriggle within his grasp. I felt the fingers of one hand slip inside the elasticised, ruffled top of the bodice of my dress, pushing it down over my nipple on the right side, exposing all of my breast to the warm touch of his palm and fingers. All the while his mouth worked on the sensitive skin of my neck. "Oh God, no ... please stop! Don't do this to me!" I now pleaded.

He didn't! Instead, still holding me firmly by the breasts, the whole front of his body pressed tightly against the back of mine, he pulled me back away from the water. Clamped together, our steps were as one as he pushed us across to the one picnic table within this open clearing. It was an old wooden rectangular table with wooden benches down each of the long sides. He pushed us up to one end of the table, the front of the tops of my thighs pushing against the table edge, his body behind mine wedging me so that I couldn't move away. We were facing the waterfall.

This was the exact table where Peter and I would regularly sit and take in the peaceful, tranquil surroundings while sipping our tea and coffee from our thermos flask. The spot at the end of the table where I was now pressed was the same spot that my husband had leaned against while I gave him that unique and memorable outdoor blow job. Was this table now to become a place to lay my body while this friend of Peter's ravaged me?

His mouth resumed its work on my neck while his other hand exposed the one breast still clothed. Now the top of my dress was down around my waist. Why was this happening? Had I given off any sign that I might want this? Was it the raising of my dress to appreciate the misty spray of water on my legs? Or did it start further back when he could see the silhouette of my thighs through my dress as we hiked up here? Did Jerry think that I was flaunting my body in front of him? And had he formed an opinion that I would be an easy lay? Whatever, I was now in a predicament.

Jerry was not responding to my pleas for him to stop. A determined man that I knew so little about obviously wanted my body. Not many people came this way, and especially not on a weekday. I was vulnerable to his desires. What if he had become a sex crazed maniac since Peter knew him in school? What might happen to me? He could push me down that crevice in the rock that the water descended down and my body might never be found.


Lust Not Love Ch. 01



Even if he wasn't that ... if he was just a lustful man taking advantage of a situation that presented itself, I was still exposing myself to the danger of sexual diseases. Should I make him stop and insist on him using a condom, but that would immediately imply that I was agreeable? Oh, how had I let this happen?

While I debated all this, the fondling of his hands on my naked breasts, the seduction of his lips and tongue on my bare neck and the pressure of his rampant male body pressing against the back of me from shoulders to ankles, aroused my body to a lustful want.

His right hand cupped my naked right breast and he pushed it upward while twisting his head over my shoulder from behind me and sucking on the erect nipple. A surge shot through my body at the feel of his tongue and lips on my taut nipple as he pushed my arousal to another level. Oh, this was so wrong. It's not like Peter didn't look after my needs, we were perfectly happy with our sex life.

I needed to stop this now, "You mustn't Jerry, I don't want this. I don't even know you and it's not like Peter is a close friend of yours ... you haven't seen each other for years. We should just stay friends."

He released my right nipple, "Oh, you need this, Caroline, I can see how much you need it. That's why I'm doing this ... because I can see how much you want it ... want me. Your body, your face, your eyes ... I have seen the raw need in them ever since I arrived on Monday. You want this so bad."

"No I don't," I protested, resenting that he should think that he knew how I felt, what I wanted. Only I could know how I felt. I loved my husband, and I am completely satisfied with him ... I needed to tell him so. "Peter and I love each other very much, and we have a great sex life. He would be devastated if he knew his old school buddy was trying to cut in on his wife."

Even as I said the words, I thought that if what I said was so, then why did Jerry's mouth -- his lips and his tongue -- and his hands -- with those smooth soft fingers - make me feel so damn good. If I didn't put an authoritative stop to this nonsense real soon, I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop it at all. I was beginning to feel some trembling inside my body. I knew that if he got his fingers -- or worse still, his penis - down there under my dress, I wouldn't be able to keep him out of my body.

I felt pressure on my bare back, he had placed a hand in the middle of it and was pushing me forward, bending me at the waist, pushing my bare chest, my naked breasts down toward the wooden picnic table. My pubis pressed against the table edge and I stretched my hands forward, placing them in front of me on the table to stop my upper body from being flattened down against the old splintered wood.

I felt the soft touch of his fingers on the smooth skin at the back of my upper thighs, which my summery dress had until that moment been demurely covering. Maybe not now ... his fingers must have lifted my dress to search my body more intimately. It was all happening too quickly, opening up new fronts all over my body making it more and more difficult to defend each new approach.

I felt him bunch the back of my dress into a neat roll and place it across the middle of my back. It would stay there because of how my body was now bent forward, almost at right angles across the table edge. His hands continued to caress and fondle the soft skin at the top of my thighs, driving me crazy with arousal. Then I felt his fingers slip inside the waistband of my panties and down they came in one fluid motion, dropping to around my ankles. Should I step out of them? Would that be a wrong sign? Or should I wrench myself from his grasp, reach down and pull my panties back up?

My arse was now bare, completely naked to his sight. I was so stretched, spread-eagled across the table that I could picture him standing behind me, looking down on my naked arse, it's cheeks split wide, the tiny anal ring stretched but still a tight orifice. I had been worrying that this could get out of hand, but it already had. Where did I lose control? What was going to happen next?

I felt something solid, hard and wet, trailing across the smooth white cheeks of my arse. My God, what was that? Was that what I think it is? That had to be his penis, now rubbing too close to my arse, and so perilously close to my dripping vagina. He must have already unzipped and taken it out of his pants ... all behind my back while I was pressed down over the table.

I could speculate all I liked about where this was heading, about how I should have said no much earlier ... and how I should have been more defiant in telling him no. But now as he rubbed the wet tip of his penis across the smooth cheeks of my arse, there was no doubt where it was destined to lodge itself.

Correction ... there was a small doubt ... was it headed for my vagina or would he want to invade my virgin arse?

His hand in the middle of my back had pressed me so firmly that I was now like an inverted L shape ... my two feet planted on the ground. But my upper body was now down flat across the table, the splintered wood cutting into the soft smooth surface of the skin of my breasts and my prominent taut nipples.

"Please don't do that ... I can already feel splinters ripping into my breasts."

"We can't have that, can we ... they are too perfect to be cut up by wood splinters. Here..." He released the pressure and took hold of my shoulders to raise me slightly, then reached around and grasped the bodice of my dress, pulling it back up to modestly re-cover my breasts. Then the palm of his hand firmly pressed me back down flat, my breasts now protected from the wood by the material of my dress.

I felt his wet penis tip once more wipe its pre-cum across my smooth globes and I tensed, clenching my arse cheeks, attempting to show resistance to any intent Jerry might have of pushing it into my unsullied anal passage. That way had never been a choice for either of my husbands, and I had always succeeded in keeping at bay the anal desires of one early boyfriend who had expressed a preference to explore me there.

Pinned as I was, I was now more or less accepting that copulation was about to happen with Peter's schoolmate. I have to admit to you -- the reader -- but I wouldn't tell Jerry, that I felt shamefully very aroused and he just seemed so determined that I had given up all thought of fighting him off. Still, I expected that a good loving wife should show some final pretence of resistance, even if it was futile.

Although he had me pinned to the end of the table, I managed to wriggle my arse, feigning a twisting move to dislodge his hard penis. However, my evasive moves only succeeded in trapping his penis-head between my spread arse cheeks. That scared me!

"So, that's where you want it, my sweetness. Looks like my lucky day."

"No, no, please Jerry, I don't like it that way."

To my surprise, he accepted my defence without question and I felt his hands slip from the back of my upper thighs to between them, trying to push my legs further apart. I had to lift one of my feet out of the panties caught at my ankles and then my feet shuffled wider in response to the pressure of his hands. He must have bent his knees, guiding his now rampant penis lower, slipping it between my spread thighs and sliding along the wet outer lips. In the 8 or so men that I have had in my life, I couldn't remember even one whose penis I didn't see before it came inside me. Would this be the first?

"I think I'm a bit sticky there," I informed him nonchalantly in response to this man's penis pursuing my vagina.

"All the better to slide into you," he said.

"Last chance to leave me alone and retain your friendship with Peter," I called out above the roar of the waterfall, probably unconvincingly, turning my head sideways to direct the words toward him.

He succeeded in pushing that hard penis tip all the way up through the spread of my outer labia lips. His penis-head reached my budding clitoris and the touch of it felt like he had delivered an electric shock to that whole region. I eagerly clamped my thighs around the invader.

"Don't tell me you think that my having you is going to upset my friendship with Pete. Man, you so don't know your husband."

He reversed his penis back down, held there for a moment, then plunged it once more all the way up the soppy channel of love created by my labia being spread so widely. I was trying to get my brain to interpret just what Jerry meant by telling me, 'you so don't know your husband.' Was there something they had discussed that I didn't know about? But Jerry's plunging penis, coming at me from behind between my thighs, was distracting me from all rational thought. My hands gripped the rough wooden table and I chose to spread my feet even further apart and braced myself for his expected entry.

But he stalled me, made me wait while he had his fun with long probing strokes on the outside stretching from my perineum to my clit, each one creating a mad crazy throbbing deep within my body. Discarding all pretence of resistance, I started to hump my body back at him, more the actions of a hot sex-pot than a seduced woman.

"See, I knew it," he gloated at me, "you are so hot for my cock."

The waterfall and the sound of its power, this place and this table and what it meant to me sexually, this stranger who had come into our lives so briefly. From all of this, I was now crazed with wanting him to take me, I had to have him inside of me, no matter what. I completely lost it, half turning around and screaming back at him, "Stick the fucking thing in NOW!"

His self-satisfied laughter could be heard above the roar of the waterfall as I at last felt his penis push and probe briefly at my pulsing vaginal opening and then he plunged it unceremoniously all the way in, filling me wonderfully, although the suddenness and force of his entry was slightly painful.

"YESSSSSS!!" I screamed out, an echo of my enthusiastic acceptance bellowing back out of the valley. I barely had time to adjust the angle of my body before his hard penis all but vanished from my vagina ... and then he drove it hard back in. Peter didn't make love like this, he is a gentle man and he is always conscious not to inflict pain. But every now and then, a woman wants it rough and I quickly learned that's how it was going to be with Jerry.

He held nothing back, he drove it in and out of me like a piston in a car engine, plunging against the slick well-lubricated inner walls of my vagina. It was awkward, having him behind me doggie-style. Tasting full-on sex for the first time with a new man should be face-to-face, watching and testing the facial reactions as the man's penis probes every nook and cranny within the woman.

A woman likes to use her fingers to press the skin just above the pubic bone while being fucked. Even without coming in contact with the clitoris, it can bring on an orgasm. Well, I didn't need to, because the way my body was pressed into the table edge, that area above the pubic bone was getting all the pressure it needed. And every hard driving thrust from behind pushed my pubis harder up against the table's edge.

Jerry never let up, there was little finesse about him. He just went for it and locked in a hard driving rhythm. But what he did have seemed to be staying power. After what seemed to be a good solid 5 minutes, I began to wonder just how long he could go on for. I was already hovering on the crest of a beautiful finish. I had tried to stall it, hang back hoping that he might cum with me. But then suddenly, it was there and nothing I could do would stop a flooding orgasm wash over me.

But unlike every other time that I had made love with a man, it seemed that my body this time would not be content with just one. Jerry had given me little respite when I came. He just slipped his penis back down to second gear for maybe a minute and then it was on again ... full thrust. So that when he hit high gear again, my own personal pulsing hadn't receded and my body picked up the rhythm all over again from Jerry's hard driving thrusts.

"No ... oh God no, I can't!" I screamed out, suddenly aware that I was on the verge of a second crashing orgasm. It swept over me, even more powerful than the first. "Oh cum with me," I pleaded before my body crumbled against the tabletop and I became incoherent.

"You got it, sweetheart," he bellowed above the sound of the waterfall, but I was already cumming again and I nearly blacked out from the intense feelings.

As I came down from that wonderful second peak and became conscious of my surroundings, I found that the frantic activity had ceased. Jerry must have cum because his hard penis was wedged so tightly inside me and I could feel it still pulsing out its spurts of cum, planting his seed in me.

He bent over my flattened body, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

I appreciated his concern, although I didn't like being called sweetheart. Turning my head far around, I managed to see his smiling contended face above and behind me. "Yes, I'm good," I told him.

"Only good, I hoped you'd be better than good."

"Jesus, bloody men and their egos ... alright, it was great, one of the best I've ever had, although I would have preferred to watch you while you were doing me. I'm not too fussed about doggie."

"Sorry about that, Caroline, but I couldn't be sure how much you'd go for it. I needed you in a position where I could dominate. You looked like you enjoyed yourself though."

I gave him a lazy smile, "You'd be right about that."

"Just like I was right about how much you needed it?"

"Yeah, I'll give you that too, although it's interesting to hear you concede that you didn't know how much I'd go for it. Sounds like you weren't quite as cock-sure about me wanting you as you implied."

Jerry obviously didn't want to respond to that, so he pulled his still quite hard penis from inside me. Freed from the weight of him on my back, I lifted my body up slowly, managing to straighten, that move causing my furled-up dress to drop down over my thighs, restoring some modesty to me. But he immediately took hold of me again and spun me around, perching my arse down on the edge of the table.

Not missing a beat, he pushed my dress up in front, spread my thighs and slipped his penis back up to my vaginal entrance. I was stunned to feel that he still had enough stiffness to get at least the head inside of me.

"My God, you're still big," I exclaimed, happier now that I could see his face, and I watched him smile confidently as he accepted my stunned awe at his still rampant size.

But the best was to come as he slid the whole big shaft deep inside me once more. As much as his doggie fuck had brought me extreme pleasure, I was thrilled because now I could wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and stare into his eyes. He could see mine widen as he filled me, and I could watch the pleasure on his face as my clinging passage gripped him tightly.

Jerry did have a lesser pace, and he produced it to give me another thorough reaming. This second one was slow and gentle ... and it went on for a long time ... what stamina. He managed to cum again, but what is most amazing ... so did I. Three times with one man on one day ... hallelujah!

Now came the awkward time. This man had taken me forcefully without asking and without love. Now we were faced with a 3-mile hike back along the trail, it could either be in embarrassing silence or we could attempt to make trivial small talk. The whole dynamic had changed. He was no longer just my husband's old schoolmate visiting for a few days. Like it or not, he had become my lover. Would he want me again? Would I want him again before he left town? And most importantly, do I tell Peter what had happened up there at the waterfall?

Jerry and I said little on the walk back. When we reached my home, he went off to the guestroom without so much as a kiss on the cheek and a 'thanks for everything.'

Peter came home around 6.30, just as his routine dictated nearly every working day of his life. Other than asking had I taken Jerry up to the waterfall, we didn't have much conversation about the day. I had expected that he would be much more curious and would have a string of questions about our day. I must admit to wondering why he didn't ask.

Maybe there wasn't much conversation about our day because of my attitude ... naturally I was extremely self-conscious about what I had let happen. I was wrestling with my inner soul as to whether I should tell Peter. I didn't really want him to know that I had cheated on him, particularly with a friend that I had only just met. But then, I really didn't want him to hear about it from Jerry. That could make Peter very mistrustful of me.

I was annoyed at myself that I hadn't at least talked to Jerry about what either of us might say to Peter. The sex between us had been so good, so intense, that we had found it awkward to say anything in particular to each other through the afternoon. The obvious thing would be to compliment each other on what had been truly great sex, but then that might imply a more serious connection between us that neither wanted to admit to. So we had just avoided each other until Peter got home.

Despite it being Jerry's last night in town, Peter and I retired to bed early ... well, at least earlier than we had on the 3 nights Jerry had been staying. So it was around 10pm when I was sitting at my table in the bedroom, removing my make-up when Peter came in naked from the shower.

I guess I spotted the size of his erection before he said anything. I was curious for him to be walking around so hard when we had not had any interplay at all.

"Wow, where did that come from?" I asked curiously.

"Um?" he seemed to say absentmindedly, then looked down at himself to see what I was looking at. "Oh that ... yeah, looks exciting, doesn't it? Do you feel like having a bit of fun tonight?"

"Wow, what a romantic invitation. I don't think your pick-up line would get my legs open, but that erection might, just on its own. What have you been thinking about to get that?"

Peter looked a bit sheepish, "Uh, I don't know, just you and how much I love you."

A wave of guilt swept over me. Here is my husband saying something romantic like that and here's me with my vagina still sore and tingly from the workout I got from his old school buddy's penis. I had a sudden compulsion to 'fess up, to unburden my guilt on my husband and see where it took us.

I swung on my chair and held out my arms to beckon him to me. He came and stood directly in front of me, still totally naked. I reached out and took hold of his three-quarter erect penis and looked up into his eyes. "Darling, I have something to tell you, it's not good. I hope it won't upset you too much."

"Oh, this sounds ominous. I tell you what though, I did figure that something was amiss. You haven't said much all evening. You didn't have an argument with Jerry, did you? He's been a bit quiet too tonight."

"No, it was hardly an argument, Peter. We ... err, that is ... we ... oh God, how do I say it? I guess I have to just come out with it. Oh shit, he fucked me today, Peter. I am so sorry, I didn't know if I should tell you ... but I don't think that we should keep things from each other. Honey, it's the first time since we married that I've let another man ... err, you know ... err, come into me. But, he tried it on me and I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't resist him ... I just let him put his penis into me and have me. Oh God, it's not like I needed it ... I think it was just raw animal lust."

While I was struggling to unburden myself to my husband, the penis that I was holding suddenly stiffened into complete erection and in no time, was dribbling pre-cum. "What's this?" I asked, stroking it twice to test its solid rigidity, looking up at Peter for an explanation.




Lust Not Love Ch. 01



"Oh, I'm a complete give-away, aren't I?" he answered, looking quite embarrassed.

"God Peter, what is it with you? I confess that I've let your old school buddy fuck me and you harden up like it's the most exciting thing you've ever heard."

"It almost is, Caroline," he confessed, "I have to say that it turns me on ... as you can clearly see. I've told you before how much I would love to see you doing it with another guy."

"But you didn't see it, I only just told you about it. And I've always thought that was some weird fantasy of yours that would never happen."

My husband reached down and drew me up from my chair, pulling me close and kissing me so passionately, our lips parting and tongues working hard. We were both panting heavily by the time the kiss broke.

"Wow, you sure are turned on," I observed, "should we go straight to bed?"

"Yes," he told me huskily, the raw excitement obvious.

I gave up on the make-up removal, turned and led him to our bed, pulling back the sheet and tumbling onto it, falling into a tight embrace, his full erection squashed against my tummy. Peter quickly opened up my peignoir and turned his oral attention to my breasts. As he sucked on my nipples, I thought back to them being squashed down on the old wooden table today, and how I nearly picked up splinters in their tender surface.

I thought about telling him that story, but then hesitated, unsure of how much he wanted to know. I was still reeling from his urgent reaction when I revealed that Jerry had fucked me. I didn't even have time to tell him it happened up at the waterfall.

His oral assault on my breasts was doing wonderful things to me. For the second time today, I found myself becoming highly aroused, there was wetness between my lower lips. I felt his fingers go down there and I eagerly let my legs fall apart lewdly, welcoming his digital attention.

His fingers slid up and down in the gooey groove that was my inner labia, but when the finger pads rose up to circle my clitoral bud, my hips lifted clear up off the bed. "Yes!" I screamed in my husband's ear, a simple exclamation of acceptance to Peter. But to me, it brought back a memory of my scream of "Yes!" echoing back out of the valley at the moment Jerry plunged his hardness into me only hours ago.

My hips were churning, my breathing became laboured and Peter hadn't even put his penis inside me yet. This was wonderful lovemaking from my husband with heaps of foreplay, and just when I had doubted if we would ever make love again after I had cheated on our marriage.

He rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs. I smiled up at him in anticipation, whispering, "I am glad that you took my news so well."

I felt the tip of his penis sliding in between those lips that had already been stirred by his fingers. He centred the tip right at my entrance. Looking down at me from above, Peter asked, "What news, what do you mean?"

Surely he hadn't forgotten my revelation so quickly, my fornication with Jerry was the only thing on my mind as I prepared to have my body entered once again. "The thing that I was so worried about telling you, darling ... you know, about how your buddy Jerry fucked me today ... up there at the waterfall. He pushed me down on the table and he fucked me hard."

I guess you're right, those words were provocative and I chose them with the intended of turning him on ... and they sure did. Peter thrust his hips forward and he plunged his solid hard-on all the way up into my vagina in one smooth stroke. It was odd, he did it just like Jerry had ... no half measures, not a little bit at a time -- just one long hard push. There was some pain, just like there had been with Jerry today. A woman's body really needs the first move to be cautious, gentle, until she can adjust to his entry. Peter was doing it just the way Jerry had. My husband had never made love to me like that before. He was always caring and eager not to cause me any discomfort.

But just as I had no protest when Jerry plunged it in today, I just lay back and relished the change of pace from Peter, wrapping my legs over the back of his thighs. My occasional appetite for rough sex was being well and truly satisfied on this day.

What can I tell you, Peter was doing it just like Jerry had, bringing back all the memories of that fabulous fucking I got this afternoon. In fact, at one stage tonight here in my bed, in the middle of our fucking, I needed to open my eyes and look up at Peter to check that it was really him ploughing his hard penis into me. Was it a coincidence that Peter was doing me just like Jerry had?

I came powerfully, but the result was not to be the same as it had been today with Jerry. While my body was building toward a second orgasm and my mind was coming to grips with the fact that it might become reality, Peter rose quickly to a crescendo and then collapsed onto my body. His penis jerked and spasmed as it pumped a fresh supply of cum into my depths.

My husband lifted his head up to look lovingly down into my eyes. There was still enough substance in his erection for him to remain embedded so comfortably inside me. "So tell me," he began when we had both settled after such frantic sex, "what did you think when Jerry came on to you today? Were you surprised?"

I wasn't expecting to begin discussing today's infidelity, but I was ashamed at cheating on Peter who loved me very much, so I accepted that I should communicate with him since he might be feeling some uncertainty about us.

"He took me completely by surprise, Peter, there had been no indication. Usually, a woman knows if a man is coming on to her ... there are signs. But honey, he gave nothing. Three days he's been here and there was no hint, no flirting, no come-on lines, he had been the perfect gentleman with me."

"So what do you think set him off today? Were you dressed provocatively, or do you think you might have given off something?"

"I don't know, I have thought it over and over ever since we got back from the waterfall. There's a couple of things ... like I wore that summer dress of mine, I think you know the one ... I am sure you can see through it. I didn't do it intentionally, but he was walking behind me and I began to get an idea that he could probably see the outline of my legs -- maybe even my crotch -- through it. And then when we got up there, I was pretty hot from the hike to get there, so while he was engrossed in the view of the valley, I went over close to the falls and I lifted my dress up to let the water splash on my bare legs.

"I wasn't even aware he had come up behind me because I had my eyes closed as the water sprayed on me. Suddenly, I felt him there behind me and he had his hands on my breasts. Oh Peter, I am so sorry to cheat on you, but it felt good ... and then he was moving them around, massaging them and my nipples and I could feel his whole body behind me, tight up against me. Oh God, I was so weak, I just let him ... I know that I should have been stronger for you."

I had tears in my eyes, but as I related my indiscretion to my husband, I felt his penis hardening again inside me. He was solid and filling me completely once again. "Honey, what is it, you never get hard again so quickly after we have sex?"

"Don't stop talking, Caroline, tell me more. Tell me about how he bent you over that picnic bench and pulled your panties down." Peter began to move inside me again, now back to the soft and gentle technique that I was used to from him.

"How did you know that he bent me down over the picnic table? I didn't tell you that."

"Oh, I am sure you must have, honey, how else would I know?"

"I don't know how you would know, but I know that I didn't tell you." This was odd and I wanted a straight answer, but his soft fucking of me was distracting me. "Peter, how did you know? Did you talk to Jerry?"

"That must be it, Jerry must have told me."

"But you looked surprised when I just told you what I'd done as we were getting ready for bed. Weren't you?"

"Yeah, of course, honey."

"Something's fishy here, Peter. You already knew, didn't you? Did Jerry tell you all about it, or just maybe did you and Jerry dream this up together?"

"Why would you think that, honey?"

"Because when I told you about what I had done today, and you were so stiff, I remembered that you had once told me about your long-time fantasy to watch me with another man. Was all this planned, Peter?"

He increased his thrusts inside me.

"Don't think you'll side-track me, Peter, I smell a rat here. You knew, didn't you? How much of this is true? Is Jerry really your old school buddy?"

"Yes honey, he sure is, Jerry is a real person and we really were good friends at school and we really did both lose our virginity on the same night to a pair of sisters. Mind you, the sisters weren't virgins."

"And he really did come back to his old hometown for the first time in 30 years and look you up?"

"Yes, it's all true," Peter declared.

"Except that you put him up to fucking me today, didn't you?"

I could see his eyes darting, it was a give-away, I knew that he was battling with whether to tell me the truth. I was pretty certain now that he had organised it to feed his fantasy to see me with another guy. What he was wrestling with was whether I would be really angry with him for doing it.

"Go on darling, admit it, I'll go easy on you, although I shouldn't. It's like you used me."

He looked down at me sheepishly, his penis still thrusting, slowly now. It was a good feeling, how could I be angry with him when he was making me feel so good. I had got so much sex today, and all really good pleasurable stuff too. Like how many times had I cum? I think it was four!

"Yeah, you're right honey, after Jerry arrived on Monday and the three of us got on so well on Monday night, I began to think that maybe at last, there was an opportunity to have my lifetime fantasy actually happen. So when you were cooking dinner on Tuesday night, I put it to Jerry."

"Did he need much convincing?"

"Hell, none at all, he was all for it."

"Naturally, he's a man, isn't he? Oh, and he has a penis ... two good reasons."

But why wouldn't he want you, you're a good looking woman."

"I only asked if he needed convincing because he hadn't shown any interest, no come-ons since he had arrived. A woman usually knows if a guy fancies her, because there'll be a bit of flirting, a few double-meanings. But there was nothing those first two days until he suddenly hit on me at the waterfall."

"I guess that he was respecting that you were my wife and that he had no intention to hit on you until I put the idea to him ... and then, he was all for it. He said that he had only been thinking what a catch you were for me, particularly as a second marriage. He even told me that he had been looking at you often and imagining what it would be like to fuck you."

"So then you gave him the green light."

"Yeah, sort of ... I guess you could put it like that."

Peter was still slowly pushing his born-again hard-on in and out of me while we talked. It was quite unreal, talking about this other guy having sex with me while Peter was doing it to me. I was feeling really good, so good in fact that the thought even crossed my mind that I might cum again.

"So Peter, what must have been going through your mind sitting at work, watching the time slowly tick by, thinking about your old school buddy actually doing it with me ... wondering if we had started doing it yet. Did that drive you crazy?"

Peter had those darting eyes again, straight away I could sense that there was something more that he wasn't telling me. "Uh oh, there's more, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes, Peter ... you are such a dead give-away."

"I ... err ... I didn't go to work today. I couldn't do that, I mean I just couldn't be there at work and think of you and him doing it up at the waterfall. Honey, part of the fantasy for me is actually seeing it happen. I mean, you could tell me about it and that would be okay. But the ultimate for my fantasy to come true was to actually be there, to watch..."

"Shit, you were there ... at the waterfall ... today? You were watching us?"

"Yeah, I was. As I was saying, to make my fantasy really happen, I needed to watch Jerry try it on you, to see your reaction, like whether you would tell him to piss off or to be seduced by him and let him have what he wants. The look on your face and the way you reacted to his kissing you and his sucking on your tits and then the way he fucked you, and how you got into it. Man, that was something else."

I guess my eyes widened in total shock. I hadn't expected this part of it. He had just floored me by telling me that he was actually there ... watching while Jerry was having me. While I was spread-eagled face down over the end of the picnic table, my husband was hiding nearby watching us doing it. I never saw him, never heard him, where was he?

Peter must have panicked a bit when he saw my reaction to his revelation. Suddenly, he increased his strokes ... faster and deeper. God, I was feeling it now, my body began to tremble, I could feel an orgasm coming on quickly now ... yes, yet another orgasm.

Peter didn't let up on me until I came powerfully ... God, my fifth today!. He did it so well to me, brought me such incredible pleasure ... pleasure that was just piled on all the rest that I had enjoyed that day.

I seemed to take a while to come down from that wonderful peak. When he thought that I looked to be normal again, Peter asked, "Are you okay, honey? I guess I owe you an apology for doing all this stuff without telling you?"

"Darling, I think you do ... I mean a fantasy is one thing, but you should have involved me, told me what you were planning, asked me if it would be okay with me?"

"No I couldn't Caroline ... you see, this fantasy doesn't work that way. It wouldn't work for me if you knew that I was watching you because you wouldn't react naturally. If I had told you last night that when you got to the waterfall, Jerry was going to hit on you, that he would fuck you, then you'd have had time to think about it, maybe figure out the response you thought I'd like best. No, it had to be totally unexpected and it was. Your natural reaction was perfect. Oh God Caroline, I loved it ... loved you for giving yourself to him and I had the incredible pleasure of watching it all. I even got it on my camcorder."

"You what?" I screamed in our bed in the dead of night, so loud that Jerry, sleeping in the guestroom down the hall, might have heard me had he been awake.

"I captured the whole wonderful thing on our camcorder ... actually I even borrowed a second camera too. I've still got to edit it all together, but I was just watching a bit of it back before I came to bed. That's why I was almost hard when I came from the shower."

"Don't you dare let anyone else see that video, especially Jerry. I don't want any copies made, and I don't want it to leave this house, and especially don't go posting it on the Internet."

"Okay, okay! I promise!" he assured me.

He could see how uptight I was at hearing of this latest development. "Shit, I can't believe you, at how far you went to set all this up. Now it's like you've put me in a porno movie. I hope you got what you wanted from your fantasy."

"I'm still getting it," he said and with that, he began to thrust firmly once again. His penis had remained hard and primed. I had cum and I was so out of it at the time, delirious with pleasure, that I had given little thought to whether he had cum himself. He obviously hadn't because now his moves were strong and powerful. He was fucking me hard again, just like he had done when we came to bed tonight ... and just like he had seen his buddy Jerry do to me this afternoon.

Having already had a release barely an hour ago, it took him quite a while, but he was determined to finish. By the time he had -- hard and fast -- I was becoming quite tender and sore inside. No wonder, I had been fucked solidly several times this day, and had cum so many times ... all in the name of my beloved Peter's fantasy. 

To be continued in Part 2 when Peter and Jerry tell their versions of Caroline's seduction. 



Lust Not Love Ch. 02



Peter has long held a fantasy of watching his wife Caroline have sex with another man. A visit by his old school buddy, Jerry enabled the fantasy to become reality. In Part 1, Caroline described how it happened from her perspective. Now the two guys tell it as they felt it. You should read Part 1 first.

Peter's Story

I don't think that I always had this thing about sharing someone's wife – cuckolding they call it. And in fact, to tell you the truth, I started out as the cuckolder, not the cuckoldee, which I am now after persuading Jerry to fuck my beautiful, wonderful Caroline.

My first marriage to that bitch Helen was a disaster. I guess that I knew pretty much from the start that I had made a huge mistake. We were both very young, 21 at our wedding, and she was determined to still be a party animal, whether I was there or not. 

I was still studying so a lot of nights were spent in classes, and when I would get home, she wouldn't be there. She would rock in at 2 or 3 in the morning, the evidence of her infidelity available for me to see in her discarded panties on the floor the next morning.

We both stuck at it far longer than we needed to, possibly for the sake of the two kids she bore me. But it quickly became an open marriage. So I was only 26 when one of the bosses at my office came to me with an arrangement that he thought I might like. He was about 50 – interesting, I'm almost that age now – and he had married some young bimbo of 20 and was having a hard time keeping up with her.

He didn't want her out bed-hopping like my wife was doing, so he suggested that, being a young and active healthy 26-year-old, that I might keep his wife happy and content in bed so long as he was able to be there with us and watch.

Of course, at first I was spooked by the idea, scared he was some latent fag or bisexual that would take advantage of me once I got my clothes off. Hey, I mean, I was 26, still a bit naïve and here's a guy offering me this dream job, servicing his beautiful wife. It turned out it was quite okay, he had no designs on me, it's just the poor old bugger couldn't keep up with her young demands. This was 11 years before Viagra became available to assist the horny older men of this world ... not that 50 is old, so he must have had some other impotence problem.

I fulfilled my role as the cuckolder very well for over a year, while I was still married to Helen. I don't think that she knew, or cared where I was half the time. But where I was, was in this gorgeous blonde's bed, fucking her crazy while her husband sat in a corner watching us both go at it. When we would pause for a breather, he would come over and offer us a refreshment, or something to eat, and would go and get it for us. Sometimes, if he took too long preparing it, we would be back into it in his bed before he even made it back.

It was a memorable time in my life.

I wonder whether my still vivid recollections of that period triggered my own fantasy to see my much more loving and sincere second wife, Caroline be fucked by another man. She and I met 8 years ago, and both having been burned by marriage the first time, took 3 years before committing to go down the wedding trail again.

She was – and is – still quite an attractive woman, although not a model-like beauty that the bimbo was. A natural brunette, who had not fiddled with adopting different hair colours over the years, she had good boobs (36c on the old scale) for someone who had breast-fed two kids and had maintained a good shape from working out at the gym. I just loved the curves of her arse.

I cannot recall just when this fantasy first appeared, and I cannot say why it did, because Caroline and I have always been very good in bed. In spite of my time with the old guy's blonde bimbo, in which we experimented like mad, I am really quite a straight guy when it comes to sex. I never tried it on with Caroline for anal and we never did golden showers. We just liked doing normal stuff in a heap of different positions. We have even only had any sexual contact outdoors just once, and that was a memorable blow job from Caroline several years ago up at our favourite nearby reflection spot, the waterfall.

That brings me to now and my side of how this crazy thing happened with my old school buddy, Jerry. You could have blown me over with a feather when I got the call from Jerry just a few days ago, telling me that he was returning to his old hometown for the first time in 31 years. We were such great buddies all through school days, right up until his family moved away when he was 18. I was really devastated, I thought we'd stay friends for life and, you know, be best man at each other's weddings, all that sort of thing.

We double dated a lot in high school and we enjoyed chalking up so many firsts together ... man, it was so much fun. Like the first time we got a girl's bra off and could get at those nipples we had been told so much about. Then there was the first time we got our fingers inside our date's panties and one of us – it was lucky me - actually slipped a finger inside her cunt and brought it back out coated with her juice. I didn't want to wash that finger for a week.

But of course the most memorable event, that Caroline has already mentioned in this tale, was when we took out a pair of sisters and they both came across for us on the one night. Me, I was on top of the girl spread across the back seat while Jerry was scrunched up in the front passenger seat, sitting with her riding his lap. Man, these girls were hot and we were both yet to get our cocks inside a female. Well, the girls took care of that on that unforgettable night. I remember most vividly all the sounds of fucking, the heavy breathing and the gasps and screams. And even the girls even did some of that too!

I collected Jerry from the Airport Monday afternoon. I had expected this gregarious guy based on all the stuff I had heard over the years ... like how he had become such a huge success in the world of finance and been through two marriages. But he was just the same old guy he was when he was here ... not at all cocky, even a bit quiet and shy, at least until he got to know me again ... and until he felt comfortable around Caroline.

I was impressed that he treated my gorgeous second wife with such respect. He didn't tell her any tales of our teenage years fooling around until running them by me first to see if it was okay to tell. And he never flirted or teased with her, which I half expected he might. No, he was the perfect gentleman.

That first night was good, because we went out to a good local restaurant for dinner and just talked a lot, and Caroline joined in and seemed like she really approved of my old buddy. It was while I was at work on the Tuesday that I began to hatch the idea of coupling my lovely wife up with my old school buddy and really living out my cuckold fantasy.

I decided that it should not happen here in our home ... no, it should occur at our favourite reflection spot, the waterfall 3 miles up the track at the end of our street. Why? Because Caroline and I loved that place so much and if all went as well as I expected, it would give us a memory of some wild uninhibited sex that we could both cherish every time we went up there again.

On the way home Tuesday night, I called in to a friend's place to borrow his camcorder. I already had one so that would give me two to record my planned sexual scenario from two different angles. I would later edit it all together for our very own private porn home movie, starring my wife.

While Caroline was unsuspectingly preparing dinner for the three of us, I took Jerry out the back onto the patio to make my offer to him. I thought he would go for it, but I just had this crazy doubt based on the fact that he had shown such little interest in Caroline as a sexy woman since he had got here.

"Jerry," I started, "do you find my Caroline a sexy woman?"

"Oh man, do I ever ... you are a lucky dude."

"Well, it took a second bite at marriage to find the right one."

"Well my friend, you sure found her. She's bright and sexy, she's heaps intelligent and I detect a certain air of mystery about her. If she wasn't your wife ... like, if I met her at a party and I was on my own and she was somebody else's wife, I would hit on her in a flash."

"That's great," I enthused, a big smile on my face, "I guess that's what I wanted to hear."

"Great, why? Are you looking for reassurance that you married the right woman, cause you did man, you and she are so perfect together."

I hesitated for a moment. He was right, and if we were so perfect together, why was I attempting this risky step? Because it had been a fantasy of mine for years and this looked to be my best chance yet ... that's why.

"How would you feel about fucking her, Jerry ... with my permission, my approval?"

His jaw dropped and his face went white, "What Peter, are you crazy man? Why would you want me to do that?"

"Because I have a sexual fantasy that I need fulfilled," I answered calmly, "and I'd like you to help me fulfil it. I want to watch Caroline be fucked by another man, and you fill the bill on nearly every score. You are my oldest dearest friend, you are just passing through so there is no risk of long term attachment between you two. And I know you would be honest enough to tell me if there was any chance that you had any STD's."

"Wow Peter, I never saw this coming. Man, I don't know what to say."

"Well, first up, does she appeal to you, would you like to fuck her?"

"Oh Peter, of course I would, what man wouldn't ... like for all the reasons I just told you, plus I think she would be hot once I got inside her. But how could this happen and what would she say? Have you tried it on her yet ... I mean, who did you ask first?"

"You Jerry, I asked you first."

"Oh why, you go get my hopes up ... shit man, I've even got an erection just from you asking me, and now you tell me that you haven't even put it to her yet. She's not going to go for it, I know."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because she loves you too much, she wouldn't risk it all on a guy like me."

"I know her a lot better than you do, of course ... and I'm betting she will, but not if I ask her first. I'm intending to set it up for you two to be alone up at our favourite spot, a waterfall with a beautiful valley vista beyond. She won't be expecting it and you will hit on her quite forcefully so that she has little option but to let you have her."

"I won't rape her Peter, there's no way I'd do that."

"No, of course not Jerry, I'm not suggesting you should. I'm just putting you two together at a place that I think she finds very romantic, and letting you do your thing without worrying about what I might think. When I say hit on her forcefully, just do it with the obvious confidence around women that you have. She will show some reluctance, but I can't see her resisting you if you are determined with her."

"How do you get your kicks from all of this? Do you want me to come back and tell you what she was like? Or will you get it out of her?"

"I will be there Jerry, hidden in the bushes with a camcorder so I've got it all for all time, to watch again and again ... with Caroline I hope."

"Hey, this is different, but hell man, you've got me, I would love to get into your wife since you tell me it's okay. But don't you go slugging me after if you don't like what you see."

"No, I promise, there will be no repercussions."

"Okay, so she won't know what's coming, but how are you going to get us together up there?"


"Leave it to me, I'll fix it up over dinner. I'm going to ask her to take you up to show you our favourite spot tomorrow morning."

"I'm amazed that I never saw it all the years we lived here as kids," said Jerry.

"Yeah, but don't forget we both lived on the other side of town back then."

So I set it up after dinner. Caroline would take Jerry on the walk up to the waterfall at 10am in the morning. That would give me time to supposedly leave for work, but then to detour up the trail an hour ahead of them and set up my cameras.

I dug a hole and half buried the borrowed camcorder right underneath the end of the picnic table, the lens directed upward to the end of the table so I would have all the action up close. I had instructed Jerry that he was to take her from behind doggie style at that exact spot. Then I set up a spot in the bushes from where I had a great view of the clearing. I had a tripod in case my hands shook too much when they started fucking. God, I was so excited that my fantasy was about to become reality.

I calculated how long it would take the two of them to walk the 3 miles up the trail and about 10 minutes before their expected arrival, I slipped across and started 'record' on the borrowed camcorder half buried in the ground beneath the table. Then I ducked back into my hiding place to await their arrival. I had instructed Jerry not to leave the house until 10am no matter what.

With the sound of the thundering of the waterfall, I didn't hear them coming. As I saw them both appear to my left coming off the trail into the open clearing, I eased myself back into the shrubbery and took up my hand-held camera. 

I watched as Caroline stood back and waved a hand to indicate the vista that Jerry should take in. I began shooting the video. Jerry walked to the cascading water's edge and I was able to zoom in on my darling wife. I fully approved of the dress she wore and could see her legs clearly silhouetted in the sunlight through it. I immediately thought of Jerry having followed her up the trail, much of which would have been heading toward the sun. He would have seen that enticing silhouette a fair bit of the way.

Jerry moved across to the cliff-top, taking in the view of the valley below, but my camera stayed on Caroline as she stepped across close to the edge of the falling water. To my surprise and certainly my pleasure, I watched her look around furtively to check if Jerry was watching her, and then she lifted the bodice top of her dress down over her wonderful breasts, exposing them to the spray of the waterfall.

I was off to one side so I was able to see the side of her right breast exposed and the look on her face as she allowed the water to splash over her magnificent orbs. I was silently willing my old school buddy to turn around at that moment and get a good look at my sexy wife. Then still keeping what appeared to be a nervous eye on Jerry, she recovered her breasts, but reached down and drew the hem of her dress way up high in front.

I was ecstatic to be getting all of this on video. Although Caroline looked to be cheekily exposing herself to the water behind Jerry's back, it was nevertheless a flirtatious side that I hadn't expected to see. Was she intending to come on to him of her own accord? If it continued like this, the day would be a tremendous success and my fantasy would be totally fulfilled.

As she continued to hold her dress up almost waist high in front, her eyes closed, I spotted Jerry out of the corner of my eye. Having taken in the panoramic views, he had turned and saw my wife holding her dress up high to let the cascading water splash on her thighs and legs.

I watched him stride confidently across the clearing to move up behind my loving wife. She still had her eyes closed and never saw him coming. I could see her shock when he pushed the front of his body tightly against her back. Her eyes flew open and she half turned to say something to him.

Then I saw his hands wrap completely around her, placing his open palms over her breasts, pulling her back against his maleness. She mumbled something to him that I couldn't hear as her body twisted around, attempting to free herself from his hold. This was difficult because if she managed to get out of his grasp, she could only move forward and that would put her under the powerful waterfall ... she would be drenched in a flash.

Caroline turned her head as far around as she could as her body contorted to try to get away from him. One part of me was pleased to see her resisting his sexual advance, but the other darker side that wanted my fantasy to come true, was rooting for Jerry to succeed.

By turning her head, she had opened up a large expanse of her bare neck. Jerry sunk his mouth onto it, no doubt using lips and tongue, and maybe teeth, to find that sensitive spot on her neck that would advance this contest to the next level. She was shouting something to him, but I only heard 'No - something' ... the rest being drowned out by the thundering sound of the falling water.

I thought my cock would bust the zip in my trousers as I saw his right hand lift the top of her dress down over the breast closest to me and he closed the palm of that hand on her wonderful orb and began massaging it. His fingers played with her nipple, squeezing it between them, pinching it too. That seemed to lessen the fighting resistance she had been showing.

As a last ditch effort of resistance, I actually heard her scream out above the roaring water, "Oh God no, please stop! Don't do this to me!" Did her pleas actually spur Jerry on? I watched and videotaped as he began to shuffle her body with his toward the picnic table, following my instructions to perfection. When he got her there, he wedged her up against the end of the table while his left hand now also exposed her left breast, the bodice of her dress slipping down to her waist. All the while, his mouth continued to work relentlessly on her neck.

I wondered if Caroline realised the significance of being taken on the end of the picnic table, the exact spot where she had dropped to her knees and given me a mind-blowing blow job a few years ago.

My cock was throbbing within my pants and I wanted to take it out and jerk off when I saw Jerry push her right breast upward and then bend his head down over her shoulder and suck that rigid nipple into his mouth. Wow, what did that feel like for her? What was going through her head? Was she secretly enjoying what Jerry was doing? I wished that I could get a running commentary from her. Maybe when I had finished editing it, she could do that as a voice-track overlaid.

Now, I could see her talking to him, she looked like she was imploring him to stop what he was trying to do. Oh my God, I hoped that he didn't start feeling sorry for her. 'Don't listen to her,' I silently implored my old school buddy, practising mental telepathy to relay my thoughts to him. His mouth had released her nipple and he was talking back to her. I wished I could hear what they were saying. I only managed to hear the words, "No I don't!" from her, all the rest of their quite animated conversation was drowned out by the roar of the water.

I saw Jerry's free hand on the middle of her back, he was pushing her forward, bending her body at the waist. She reached out her hands, placing them on the table to stop her naked breasts from flattening down onto the old wooden tabletop. 

She stayed bent over the way he had pushed her as he removed that hand. I became more excited as I watched him fumble with the fly zipper of his pants and then I could see his cock come into view. I had seen it before when we were teens and we had both lost our virginity on the one night to the sexy twins, so I knew that there was nothing extraordinary in size about it that might frighten Caroline. His was quite similar to mine, we were both un-cut.

I was partly behind them but at an angle off to their right side so that I could see a lot of what would happen between their bodies. With his cock now exposed but my wife probably not yet aware, I watched as Jerry lifted up the hem of her dress in back, neatly rolling it and placing it on the middle of her bent over back. Now I could see my Caroline's bare legs from the bottom edge of her panties all the way to her feet.




Lust Not Love Ch. 02



His hands began to play on the tender skin at the back of her upper thighs. That was good, I knew she liked to be touched there so she wouldn't try to stop that. Seemingly now emboldened by the cessation of her protests, I saw Jerry's fingers grasp her panties at the waistband and haul them down over her thighs. They dropped in a pile around her ankles. Good God, now she was bare from the waist down and I could see the lovely curve of her arse completely revealed, and my buddy could too. I hope he appreciated that.

In fact, Jerry could see it even closer than I, what must that sight be doing to him. I saw his hands running softly over her smooth white arse cheeks, his fingertips fondling her quite intimately and he pushed his hips forward and I was thrilled to see his hard cock come into contact with her arse cheeks. She turned her head and I could see her face clearly ... I figured that she had worked out that there was more than fingers now touching her smooth skin.

My cock in my pants felt like it was bursting and my hand shook so much that I had to reach for the tripod and set the camcorder onto that so I would have a steady picture. With my hands now released, I could drop my shorts down around my ankles, just the way my wife's panties were, and I took hold of my rampant cock to stroke it gently.

I saw Caroline saying something to Jerry. Of course, I couldn't hear it, but it didn't look like she was telling him to get away from her. It appeared like she may now have resigned herself to him taking her body. I saw him grasp her shoulders and pull her up off the old wooden bench table, then reach around to lift the top of her dress back up to cover her wonderful breasts. Then she seemed to willingly accept that she should lay her upper body back down flat on the table as he pressed on her back once more. I guessed that she must have complained that the old wood was cutting into her breasts. That was good, I didn't want her hurt with splinters when the real action picked up.

But then strangely Caroline appeared to make one last stand against this happening. I saw her lower body sort of wriggle and squirm as if trying to get away from him as his fingers and cock began rubbing across her cheeks again. But as she attempted to free herself and her cheeks clenched tightly, they looked to catch his outstretched cock between them, placing his tip almost at her anal ring.

I was stunned, she had always indicated how she never wanted to try that. I had never pushed her because it wasn't something that I desperately wanted, but if she was ever going to do it, I wanted to be the one to try. For a moment, it looked like Jerry was going to beat me to it with my own wife. Who knows, I hadn't seen him in 31 years, maybe he was into anal now. It never came up, I should have included that in the ground rules last night.

I saw him saying something to her and he did look like he wasn't going to retreat. But then, she seemed to get quite agitated, she raised her voice so loud that I could clearly hear her tell him, "No, no, please Jerry, I don't like it that way."

Good on you Caroline, you tell him girl. Jerry took her demand seriously and I watched as he pulled his cock back out from between her cheeks and he bent his knees a little to get his cock lower down between her thighs. His hands came forward and he was trying to push her thighs wider so he could slip it in between them. Caroline helped out by lifting one foot out of her panties that had been binding her ankles.

She allowed Jerry to push her legs wide apart, giving him unfettered access to all of her good bits. There seemed to be words between them once more, but it didn't appear to be any form of resistance on her part. My loving wife had obviously accepted her fate ... maybe she was even looking forward to it. I saw his cock slide right through. She would be feeling his cock now in the presumably wet channel between her thighs. 

He pushed his body so far up against her that I was guessing that his tip would be so far forward that she would feel it on her clitoris. Man, she just loved that. He was pushing it forward and back, but I didn't think it was going into her yet. He would need to bend his knees a bit more to have his hips low enough to push it up into her. They were continuing to say things to each other through all this. I wished that I could hear what it was. I was surprised that my wife seemed to be so calm as this man – a stranger to her until 2 days ago – prepared to enter her with his cock.

Her hands reached out to grasp the table edges on either side. It was like she now wanted this – my lucky day, what a wife – and she was preparing herself for his entry. But still they seemed to be discussing things, oh to hear what they were saying. Caroline actually seemed to be frustrated that Jerry kept sliding it up between her legs, stalling the entry. To my amazement, I saw her humping her body back at him, looking like she wanted to catch his cock-head in the opening of her cunt. Oh, this was too much, I sped up the jerking on my cock.

I did manage to hear Jerry's voice over the roaring of the water, it sounded like, "You are so hot for my cock," and then she turned her head as far round as she could and so loudly, she screamed unmistakably, "Stick the fucking thing in NOW!"

Was that really my wife talking – no, shouting? I was staggered to hear my sweet, demure wife speaking like that, imploring another man to fuck her – NOW! This was driving my fantasy beyond my wildest expectations, although I must admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy that she would so desire Jerry this way. I jerked on my cock so hard that I almost came. But I didn't want to, I wanted to wank it along slowly as I watched my old school buddy fuck my loving wife.

He had teased her so much, just sliding his cock between her thighs, that she was now demanding he fuck her. What would he do? I strained my eyes looking to see the connection. There, yes there, right in front of me, he bent his knees more, I saw him position his cock tip at what should be the right spot and his hands came up onto her back to steady her. His hips gave a mighty thrust forward and he impaled her as his cock disappeared deep inside my wife in one long deep slide.

His entry was so different to the way I did it and I felt for her. Would that hurt her? I looked anxiously to see her reaction. Her whole body seemed to wince to the hard and furious entry, but she didn't cry out in any pain. Quite the opposite, she screamed out a blood-curdling "YES!!!" that seemed to echo into the valley and back. And she seemed to take it all, but then he was withdrawing. I saw his cock, shiny with her juices as it almost fell from her ... and then he steadied and thrust his hips forward once more. My hand began furiously pumping my own cock in imitation.

He very quickly got into a rhythm. It was like he only had one speed. Was he a sprinter who would soon tire and cum quickly. But to my amazement, he didn't let up, how did he do it ... he must be very fit. Jerry just maintained that hard driving piston-like rhythm and I didn't hear Caroline complaining. Actually, what I soon did hear was her panting screams of ultimate satisfaction being heard above the sound of the waterfall, her body jerking crazily under him.

My own self-satisfaction couldn't match my buddy's endurance and I pumped my hard-on into a furious spilling of cum onto the surrounding bushes.

He didn't seem to give her much respite, just slowed it down a cog or two and then kicked it back up again before (I thought) that she had been able to recover from the powerful orgasm she appeared to have. The timer on my camcorder told me that Jerry's fucking of my wife was turning into a frantic marathon. But as he hit the 8-minute mark, Caroline appeared to be wallowing in the throes of a second orgasm.

I heard her scream out, "No ... oh God no, I can't!" followed by her imploring her new lover, "Oh, cum with me!" as her body jerked out of control beneath his carnal onslaught. Her head flopped down on the wooden bench and she looked lifeless as his cock battered away inside my wife's cunt, culminating in Jerry's own fiery finish as his upright body jerked and spasmed, obviously his cock was spewing its creamy release into the depths of my loving wife.

His hips still looked to spasm as his release continued. I saw him bend over her prone body, he seemed concerned and they began talking. I was relieved to see her answering him because I too was concerned after the pounding he had given her insides. Their conversation went on back and forth, but only once, when she raised her voice aloud, could I pick up a few words, "Alright, it was great, one of the best I've ever had."

Again, I was hit with that twinge of jealousy as I heard my wife heap praise on the man I had set up to make love to her. Was it really 'one of the best she'd ever had' and would I ever know for sure?

Jerry was pulling his still quite firm cock from inside my wife and I watched as she slowly straightened her body. As she stood upright once more, her dress dropped from around her waist and fell back down over her thighs. But Jerry caught her – and me – by surprise, spinning her body fully around so that she was now facing him and perching her arse on the table edge.

He pushed her legs apart once more and pushed his still wet cock tip up against her still quite open cunt lips. Now I could see my wife's face and I could read her lips exclaiming, "My God, you're still big." With a single thrust of his hips, he drove his cock all the way back up inside her in one single motion. Now upright, she clung to his shoulders, her eyes animated, watching him intently as he produced a slower pace of fucking.

It seemed to go on for another long passage of time and to my – and I'm sure my wife's – astonishment, she came powerfully for a third time on the end of Jerry's cock up there at the waterfall. Only when he had successfully seen to her third orgasm did my old school buddy finally cum once more in her humping cunt.

I had loved the spectacle, I had enjoyed watching my wife give herself to another man in such an uninhibited way, but somewhere back in the dark recesses of my mind, I harboured a little doubt about whether I had let the genie out of the bottle.

I studied the body language of the two lovers as they disengaged. It did not appear to have been a loving experience ... the two had come together in lust, each had fulfilled an urgent sexual need. But now they appeared almost awkward in each other's company as Caroline retrieved her panties and put them on and Jerry hauled his shorts back up.

They left the clearing quite quickly and I rushed to retrieve the second camcorder from the ground beneath the table.

I needed to supposedly arrive home from work at the usual time so I spent the next few hours sitting in my car looking through the camcorder viewfinders, reliving the spectacle I had witnessed up there at the waterfall. I most loved the scenes that I had captured with the borrowed camcorder ... those that were looking up from under the table, explicitly showing Jerry's cock driving into Caroline's cunt.

Jerry's Story

I guess that I've had a pretty good life. My parents took me from that city at the end of my high school years and moved us to a whole new country. In England, I was sent to Oxford University and achieved high academic honours. I made my mark in the world of finance (stocks, futures trading, etc.) and I was close to being a millionaire by the time I was 30.

I went through two marriages in quite quick time and screwed my way through a stack of other relationships. I was now on the verge of 50 and I began some soul searching. I had a successful career, a nice apartment in central London and a lot of money, but what else? Not many true friends, no family of note and the prospect of growing old as a lonely man.

Is that what caused me to jump on a plane and fly back to my original hometown? I had picked up a phone and sought out directory assistance to attempt to find any of the few close friends from those teenage years. Peter was the only one that I could find.

"Peter old buddy, this is Jerry ... Jerry Herman ... you remember me?"

"Holy shit, Jerry! My God man, I thought you must be dead, I never heard from you again after your family left for London."

"Well Pete, I guess we've got a lot of ground to cover. Listen, spur of the moment, I've decided to fly home, just for a few days, I'll hopefully catch up with my old mum, she's 75 now. Buddy, is there any chance that I could stay with you, I'm only going to be there a few days?"

"Yeah sure, no worries, when do you get in, I'll pick you up?"

"Err, Monday afternoon, about 3.30, I hope we recognise each other."

It was so good to see my old school buddy again after all these years. Peter looked good, I don't think he'd aged as much as I had, he had probably lived a more settled life, still living here in the same city after all these years. It was my philandering ways, the night-clubs, the high life that had me looking as I do, already greying at the temples.

He drove me home to his house and I met his lovely wife. Caroline was indeed quite an attractive woman, he told me she was about 4 years younger than us, but nevertheless, she had held her age well. Hadn't gone to fat either, she obviously looked after her body. I guess I might have had a go if I had met her in a bar and we were both on our own.

On the drive from the Airport, Peter had related the years of unhappy marriage he had with Helen. I recalled her, she was one of our crowd from school days, but I must admit I was a bit surprised that he would pick her. Peter also told me of his funny relationship with the old boss from work and his horny wife. That didn't seem like something Peter would do. Helen must have driven him to it.

Peter didn't tell me at first that he had developed this fantasy that, in a way, was similar to his old boss. That all came out on the second night of my visit. He blew me away with his plan. I was very hesitant at first, I was reluctant to be a third party in their marriage. But when he convinced me how determined he was to make it happen, I decided to go along with it. It was not that I didn't find his wife attractive – I've already said she was – it's just that I didn't want to be the one to break up their marriage if this all went wrong.

But, I hadn't been getting as much sex lately, not as much as I was used to, so I figured that a good fuck with this attractive woman would be a great tonic for me too. 

My life back in England had become a bit depressive. There were younger guys coming through who were now earning the big bucks I had been used to. And they were also getting the women that I had been pulling. So with a change of life fear around me, I decided that it was time to go back and see my ageing mother and my old school buddy one more time.

While Peter told me that there was no way that he would give his wife any advance knowledge of what I was about to do to her up at their favourite spot, she did seem to me to be a bit warmer to me Wednesday morning. My first morning there on Tuesday, she didn't appear downstairs until she was fully dressed. But on this second morning – the day that I was scheduled to fuck her, she appeared in the kitchen still in her sleepwear. She had a flowing peignoir, loosely tied over what looked like a short nightie that I could just make out through the sheer folds.

Maybe I just wanted to imagine that she was showing some interest in me because I had a niggling self doubt about what Peter had urged me to do to her. Don't get me wrong, I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into this lovely woman's cunt, but I had felt uneasy since last night as to how she might react. Of course, on the other hand, the difference in how she was dressed to greet me in the kitchen could have been because on Tuesday she was off to work, but today, we were just lazing around until hiking up to the waterfall.

Anyhow, the good look that the flowing peignoir allowed me of her body only got me more stirred up for the treat that I was to shortly take.

Right on ten, we headed off to hike the 3 miles up to the waterfall. After her shower, Caroline appeared in this lovely pastel summery dress that almost reached her knees. The bodice in front that partly covered her breasts had a sort of ruffle top. I could see the nice protuberance of skin of her tits disappearing beneath the ruffle and I guessed that the nipples were no more than an inch from the top. Speaking of nipples, they did look prominent through the material and I guessed that she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.

Once we left the road, the trail's width dictated that we walk single file. That suited me just fine because I was able to keep my eyes riveted to the curves of her excellent arse as it moved and jiggled in time with each step she took. But it was as we began to climb a steepish slope that I drew a real bonus. We were heading toward the sun and as we climbed, my eyes were now level with that moving rolling arse. But better still, her legs were completely outlined within the dress. I could see their perfect shape, I could detect that bit where the gap widens at the top of the thighs, right under the crotch. It was making me very stiff.

Did she know what I could see? Caroline did appear to sort of glance back quite often. Was she checking where my eyes were looking or making sure that I was keeping up with her steady pace? Had she worn this dress on purpose, knowing the silhouette it would create with the sun behind it, or was it in fact an accident that she now regretted? Maybe she wasn't trying to turn me on, maybe she was actually worried that her poor selection of clothing may be doing that? Who knew ... I just enjoyed the view it gave me, even revealing that her panties were brief hipster, not a lot of material between my cock and her cunt.

I heard the sound of the waterfall before we could see it. Then we came into a clearing and there it was. I had to agree with my hosts, it truly was a beautiful setting, and I thought such a lovely location to have this woman sexually. I headed over to the edge of the waterfall and let it spray drops over me, cooling me down from the hile, but doing nothing for my erection.

Then I spotted the view of the valley off to my right and I walked across to the cliff edge to take it all in. As I did, I glanced around at the surrounding shrubbery wondering where Peter had hidden himself and his cameras. I checked out the magnificent scenery, then spun my head to look back and check on what the lovely Caroline was doing. To my surprise and my enjoyment, I saw that she had pulled the top of her dress away from her beautiful breasts and was letting the cascading water spray coolly over them. Did she not expect that I might turn around and see her? This seemed to be a tempting thing to do in the presence of your husband's old school buddy. It was not like she was expecting to have the sex that I was.

I wanted to immediately run over and take her in my arms, drop my head and devour those magnificent orbs. But she would see me coming and cover up before I was even halfway there. I turned back to take in the natural scenery once more, but soon I was tempted to look back again and check whether she was still being provocative.

The top of her dress was back in place, but now she held the hem of her dress way up in front. She was side on to me and I could see all of her right leg up to her hip, even the side waistband of her panties that hung low before they swept around front – and out of sight to me – to cover her best parts. Her eyes appeared to be closed as she soaked up the feel of the wet water on her thighs and legs.





Lust Not Love Ch. 02



This was too much, I had to make my move now. I almost sprinted to where she stood in front of the waterfall and moved in really close behind her. My God, the moment of truth, how would she react? I had to admit I was actually nervous. I pushed the front of me against the back of her from shoulders to knees and folded my arms quickly around her, my palms clasping a breast – both covered by the wet material of her dress - in each. Would she swear and curse at me, would she get her arms free and slap me, maybe even knee me in the groin? Or would she melt into my arms and give me everything I wanted – and unbeknown to her, everything her husband wanted to?

"No!" she shouted quite defiantly above the sound of the falls and for just a moment I thought that I was in for a battle to seduce her. Caroline turned and twisted within my hold, her hands dropped the hem of her dress that she had held up in front of her, and those hands made a weak and futile attempt to wrest my hands from her breasts. 'Is this the best you can do in dissuading me,' I thought, 'I'm not convinced that you really want me to stop.' I was less nervous.

She half turned around to face me ... I couldn't work out if she just wanted to read the look on my face, maybe gauge how serious I was to have her, or was she wanting to say something ... to tell me something. The move exposed so much of her neck, I was immediately attracted to the idea of kissing her there. My mouth dropped and my lips secured a hold with lips and tongue back up. It must have scared her and she yelped at me, "No, stop! No love bites, please."

That wasn't saying stop this now ... that was actually saying don't leave any evidence that my husband might see. Emboldened by what I observed to be only token resistance, my right hand pulled away the material of her dress from her right breast and moved it to below the smooth underside curve of this great orb. Then my fingers curved around the damp flesh of the now naked breast, teasing and pinching her nipple, rolling it under my fingers, stroking the soft smooth surface with my finger pads.

"Oh God, no ... please stop! Don't do this to me!" she begged plaintively and my mind struggled to interpret woman-speak. Did this mean 'I really wish you would stop this instant because I don't want you to keep doing this?' Most unlikely was my judgement as I considered the alternative: 'I have to beg you to stop because I don't want you to think of me as a slut, but actually I'm hoping that you'll fuck me solidly until I cum ... please!'

I had contemplated more foreplay while I held her there in front of the waterfall, so close that her only escape, without being drenched, was to push me out of the way, a physical impossibility. But this was going so well that I now took a hold of her firmly and shuffled our closely held bodies over to the end of the picnic table, just as her husband had directed me to do 16 hours ago.

I pressed the front of her hips hard against the table's edge, all the while maintaining my mouth's hold on her bare neck. My left hand grasped her dress at her left breast and pulled it down and away, leaving the elasticised top of her bodice around her waist. The fingers on my left hand did everything to that sensitive nipple that my right hand had already done to her right.

This was going well, Peter should be deliriously happy watching from the bushes somewhere behind me. With one of her breasts in each hand, her body felt so malleable to my desires. My head dipped over the front of her shoulder just as my hand pushed her right breast up to meet my lips that latched onto her nipple. I felt her whole body shudder under the lustful pressure applied by my mouth.

I sensed that about now Caroline had determined that the battle was lost, she was resigned to my taking her in whichever way I chose. Yet she seemed to be still clinging to the belief that while her body had betrayed her, words could still salvage her reputation with me, make her not appear to be an easy lay. Some debate followed between us, she telling me that I didn't really want this and that it was not as if we were friends so I should just let her be. Well, in response, I took an arrogant stance, boasting how much she needed me, wanted me, had to have me so badly.

I removed my hands from her breasts and placed one in the middle of her back, pressing her whole upper body down toward the table surface. She straightened her arms out in front of her and placed her hands firmly on the table, attempting to hold herself up. I grabbed a hold of the hem of her dress in back and I hauled it up over her thighs, even over her arse, rolling it neatly to lie in the middle of her back. That dress didn't cover much at all now because most of her back was bare too.

Bent forward as she was, her hipster panties barely covered the crack of her arse. I kicked on to the next stage, unzipping my shorts and reaching in to pull my hard-on out, then using my fingers in a feather-like caress of the backs of her tender thighs. She sounded and moved like she liked that, even cheekily pushing her arse back to feel more of my touch. I slipped my fingers on either side into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down firmly, letting them drop to around her ankles.

Caroline's wonderful arse was now completely exposed to me, her crack spread just enough to reveal a glimpse of that winking anal ring. My cock tip, now oozing pre-cum, swiped across the smooth surface of her skin ... I think she worked out pretty quickly what it was. Exposing my cock to her, even if unseen, had raised this seduction to the next level ... it inferred that my cock was definitely going inside some part of her.

Her upper body was now flat on the old wooden table top and she expressed concern that she might get wood splinters in her breasts. They were too good to be blemished in that way so I eased her shoulders up off the table and pulled the bodice of her dress up over her breasts as protection before pushing her down flat again.

Now pinned in such a position of surrender, she seemed to want to express one last show of resistance and she wriggled and squirmed her arse around as if trying to get her body out from under the tight press of mine behind her. However, the wriggling move actually caught my erection between those succulent cheeks, trapping me there, barely an inch from her charming little rosebud.

Although I would gladly have accommodated her if I thought she wanted my cock up her arse, Peter had not expressed any intention for me to have her anally. Nevertheless, I taunted her, "So that's where you want it, my sweetness. Looks like my lucky day."

"No, no, please Jerry, I don't like it that way," she squealed loudly enough for me to hear above the roar of the falling water.

My fingers slipped between those smooth thighs and I pressed on each inner thigh, indicating to her that I wanted them spread to give me better access to her treats. Without protest, almost eagerly, she lifted one foot out of the discarded panties that had bound her ankles together. She moved her feet well apart, this move now opening her arse cheeks out so wide that her two orifices were wantonly revealed before me. My eyes relished this magnificent sight.

I bent my knees and positioned my cock tip just below her tight anal ring, gently pressing it against the bottom end of the lips of her outer labia. There was already moisture from within her body and my oozing cock tip supplied more as I slid my hard-on into the groove between her spread thighs. "I think I'm a bit sticky there," she confirmed for me without protest.

She was and I told her, "All the better to slide into you," as I plunged my cock all the way through until my tip grazed her budding clitoris, her whole body shuddering at the intimate contact, her thighs clamping on my shaft. 

She obviously liked the contact, although she half turned her head and said something about "the last chance" and "your friendship with Peter." I didn't catch it all above the sound of the falls, but I think she was making a last futile and unconvincing request for me to give up my prize.

I gave a response that I felt probably covered whatever final plea she might have made, "Don't tell me you think that my having you is going to upset my friendship with Pete. Man, you so don't know your husband."

By now, I was withdrawing my cock shaft down between those wet outer labia lips, pausing at the entrance to her cunt and then plunging it firmly all the way back until the tip hit her clit. Her labia opened up wider with every stroke and I was now between those wetter satiny inner lips. Her body was literally trembling beneath me with each maddening plunge.

I was teasing her with a sample of what was about to enter her, even though her body seemed that it was ready now. All on her own, she spread her legs even wider, her arms locked as her hands gripped the table edges like they were bracing for the full force of my entry, and she humped her arse back at me in seeming anticipation. 

"See, I knew it," I taunted her, "you are so hot for my cock."

I had embarked on what I expected to be a brief uneventful trip home, yet here I was alone with a wonderful woman and approval by her husband to fuck her. The incredible bonus was that she seemed to want it as much as Peter did.

I was in no hurry and Peter wanted a lot of material for his cameras, so I continued to teasingly slide my cock shaft up and down within her wet outer channel. But to my surprise – and I'll bet to Peter's surprise too – his lovely wife suddenly dropped all pretence of being the unwilling seduced, turning her head right around and screaming at me at the top of her voice, "Stick the fucking thing in NOW!"

Wow, I sure couldn't deny a request like that and I think that her words stiffened my cock even more. She was obviously in heat and was now demanding that I be inside her. I threw my head back, giving off a raucous laugh at her carnal plea, then I centred my cock-head at the opening of her cunt and I humped my hips forward so solidly that my cock plunged all the way deep inside her in one maddening thrust.

She screamed a guttural loud "YESSSSSS!!" and her echo resounded back out of the valley, telling anyone within miles of our remote location of her enthusiastic contentment at finally being fucked. 

Once fully inside her, I didn't hesitate to reflect on the beautiful moment of full entry, the intense pleasures of having her tight passage gripping every inch of my cock. No, there would be time later – when I had cum – to savour all that. For now, I was a man on a mission. I wanted my own pleasure, my ego wanted to give this woman pleasure like she hadn't felt before, and I was intent on delivering some strange mental pleasure to my old school buddy.

I quickly withdrew my hard-on until only the head barely clung to the lips of her cunt, and then plunged it deeply back inside her just as I had the first time. I didn't stop, just dropped into an almost mechanical rhythm, pushing my hips forward to drive my erection deep inside Caroline in piston-like strokes, moving at a very rapid speed. I prided myself on my fitness and I had learned over the years with many women that I could keep this pace up for 15 or 20 minutes if I needed to.

But I didn't feel like I would need to with this woman. She was on heat, squirming and wriggling around, seeming to want to feel every inch of me in every tiny corner of her passage. She was hot and I wondered if she was ever this hot for her husband. Had I unleashed a passion that might surprise Peter?

I must say that with the onslaught that I was delivering to her cunt, I had expected that she would cum within 2 minutes. But I am guessing that it must have been about 5 before her head started to move around crazily, her hair flailing about and I could hear her orgasmic gasps and moans, even above the sound of the waterfall.

Her second came much quicker and even without being able to see her face, I guessed that a second cumming was a complete surprise to her, based on her scream, "No ... oh God no, I can't!" Maybe Peter didn't deliver her seconds. Well, I sure did – regularly with the women I had fucked – and I was proud to bring her off like that. She went off like a firecracker, her hips shoving back at me as best they could, her passage clamping around my invading cock.

I guessed that as well as a natural reaction to cumming twice, she might also be trying to shake my cum loose, to have me cum with her. Sure enough, "Oh cum with me," she begged before her body gave in to the power of the orgasm and she crumpled against the table top.

I was ready by now and rather than prolong this episode to a ridiculous length, I yelled, "You got it, sweetheart," then plunged inside her several more times before I felt my cock spasming within her walls and I delivered life-creating sperm to her deepest recesses. As my cock continued to jerk out its release, I hoped that Peter got the scenes that he craved to satisfy his carnal urges. I looked around, wondering where exactly the camera was, intending to give my look of self-satisfaction at a job well done.

While I might gloat at my sexual achievement with the wife of my old school buddy and he himself might revel in the scene he had just watched and filmed, I realised that the hot body beneath me may now have a different reaction. Now that the sexual heat of the moment was passing, remorse might kick in, even anger at my having seduced her. And not knowing that her husband had ordered her seduction, she might also be feeling incredible guilt at giving her body to me.

Showing due concern, I asked, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I'm good," she told me, trying to turn her head to look back at the man whose cock still stiffly and wetly filled her cunt.

"Only good, I hoped you'd be better than good," I asked, fishing for her best praise.

"Jesus, bloody men and their egos ... alright, it was great, one of the best I've ever had, although I would have preferred to watch you while you were doing me. I'm not too fussed about doggie."

"Sorry about that, Caroline, but I couldn't be sure how much you'd go for it. I needed you in a position where I could dominate. You looked like you enjoyed yourself though?"

She managed a lazy smile, "You'd be right about that."

"Just like I was right about how much you needed it?" I taunted her.

"Yeah, I'll give you that too, although it's interesting to hear you concede that you didn't know how much I'd go for it. Sounds like you weren't quite as cock-sure about me wanting you as you implied."

I could be heading for dangerous ground. I didn't want to admit or imply that Peter put me up to this. So I distracted her by pulling my still quite hard cock from inside of her cunt. I pulled the weight of my upper body up from her and she slowly lifted hers from up off the table, straightening up, Her dress that I had folded in the middle of her back, dropped back down over her thighs. 

Before she could think about moving away, I spun her whole body around and lifted her, plonking her arse down on the edge of the table. I quickly pushed her dress up in front, spread her thighs and slipped my cock back up to the entrance to her cunt. Her lips were still spread and I managed to get the head in easily.

"My God, you're still big," she gasped excitedly, giving me a warm smile ... she was really into this, I hoped Peter could cope with her infidelity. With little hesitation, I slid the rest of my shaft back deep inside her, but now I could watch the reaction on her face. She seemed to like doing that too. She wrapped her arms around my broad shoulders and stared up into my eyes warmly. 

I fucked her slowly this time, giving her a different style of love making, unsure of how Peter would be reacting as he watched his wife smiling and hugging me while my cock did wondrous things inside her body. It went on for quite a while ... she came yet again and I did too. It was great!

Finally, after experiencing such intense and warm pleasure with this hot woman, I disentangled our limbs and eased my now drooping (and dripping) cock from her body. We didn't hang around there at the waterfall. We each set about restoring our clothing in what was perhaps an awkward time since we didn't really know each other that well. Yet we had just fucked each other silly.

I followed her back down the trail, and despite having cum twice, I still enjoyed ogling her arse as we walked. Back at her house, I left her alone and retired to my room. I wondered what she was feeling now, whether any remorse had set in and whether she would want to tell Peter what she had experienced this day. If she did tell him, and if he chose to tell her that he was the one who had set it up, what would be Caroline's reaction. Would she feel used by both we men, or would she accept that she derived more sexual pleasure than she usually did in one day?

We three enjoyed dinner at their home that night even though it was my last night in town. I was due back in London by Friday night. There was some conversation around the table, but it seemed stilted. All three of us knew what had gone on, but only one thought that only two knew. She was obviously nervous that I might spill the beans.

I was disappointed when Caroline and Peter both decided that they would retire to bed early. I had harboured a secret wish that the whole story might be revealed through the evening and that the two of them might invite me to have Caroline one more time. I am sure that she would have liked that ... I know I would and surely Peter would satisfy his voyeuristic tendencies one more time.

But it wasn't to be. Later, as I drifted off to sleep, I could hear the two of them at it and I could only guess that she now knew the whole story ... and accepted it. 

To be continued



Lust Not Love Ch. 03



This story is about cuckolding. If the subject is morally unpleasant to you, then I suggest you leave it for others who enjoy this topic to read and go try Mary Poppins.

For the genuine enthusiasts who wish to read on, I thank you for your past support. It is important to have read Parts 1 & 2 to understand Ray's desire to again see his wife Caroline have sex with another man. There is still so much more to cum.

Caroline takes up the story again.

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Chapter One

My husband Peter and I dined out on the memories of the visit of his old school buddy Jerry, who seduced me by the waterfall under instruction from Peter. We regularly watched the video that Peter took and used it to fuel our own fabulous sex over the months that followed.

It had been over two decades since Peter had seen Jerry but we doubted that his old school buddy would ever reappear in our lives at any time in the foreseeable future, despite my hope that he might somehow come back to me for an encore.

However, we discovered that we didn't really need Jerry around. We both found that this unique cuckold experience had rejuvenated our own love life way beyond belief. Peter's fantasy of seeing me taken by another man had been fulfilled and I had enjoyed having had a lover who gave me multiple orgasms for the first time in my life.

As much as Peter had long harboured a secret desire to see me in the arms of another man, my adventure with Jerry appeared to have satisfied that urge. I don't believe that he still craved it the way he apparently had before that special moment with Jerry. So it is quite possible that I took my loving husband by complete surprise when, 6 months on, one evening over dinner, I greeted him with, "Darling, do you think that you would ever want me to have sex with another guy ... just like I did with Jerry?"

He looked stunned, "Wow! Where did that come from? Err, I don't know honey ... I really haven't thought about it since he was here. Why do you ask?"

I picked up a small card, and the envelope it had come in, "This came in the mail for me today."

I handed it across the table to him and he read the gilt-edged invitation with interest. It was for a High School Reunion for the classes of 1982, coming up in a couple of weeks time ... not here in this city, but in a town about 200 miles away, where I grew up. The details of the venue, date and time were there and it was signed off with 3 names who were the organising committee.

"Umm, that could be fun for you, but what's the connection? Why do you associate a high school reunion with you having sex with another guy?" he asked me curiously.

I leaned across the table and placed a finger above one of the 3 names shown on the invite as organisers, "See the name Ray Mitchell here, he was my first boyfriend," I revealed, "starting from when I was only 14, we went together for over 3 years. We were the pair that all my classmates expected would marry and live happily ever after."

"You've never mentioned him before, I thought that I'd heard about all of your previous sexual conquests."

"I don't know about conquests, darling. I did tell you about all my previous sexual partners. But that's just the point, he wasn't one of those ... that is, in a technical sense. You see, Ray wasn't in my class, he was two years older than me."

"What happened then, why wasn't he a sexual partner, you must have been hot then, even at 14?"

"No, that's the thing, I wasn't at all. See, at 14, I was still quite naïve, very inexperienced, not at all confident about sexual matters. We made out, kissed and cuddled, did a heap of stuff, but I never went all the way with him. I guess I worried a lot about what my mum and dad would say if they found out I'd had sex at 14 with a 16-year-old. I did have quite a religious prim and proper upbringing. And I was also paranoid then that I would fall pregnant or even pick up an STD, so I never let him inside me."

"What was wrong with taking the pill, or using condoms?"

"I know, it sounds so stupid now. I mean, it wasn't like my mother's time back in the fifties when girls held onto their virginity until they married. But first of all, I couldn't ask our family doctor for a script for the pill and I just felt it would be dishonest for me to shop around other doctors until I found one who would supply it for me. Most of my school friends were putting out for their guys, and I worried about being labelled loose and a slut like a few other girls in our class who slept around a bit."

"That's funny, because you always led me to believe that you had had a few guys before your first marriage."

"Oh, I did, but I didn't start having real sex until I was 18, pretty late for a girl back in the eighties. It was then that I quickly realised how much I liked it, and I went on to regret that I had never let Ray Mitchell be my first, because I really did love him. Well, it was teenage love, you know, it can be all so dramatic because it's your first really intense feelings after the hormones start popping."

"So you've obviously been thinking about this, tell me what's on your mind."

"W-e-l-l!" I dragged that one word out, looking at my loving second husband, I was trying to gauge his early reaction to what I was trying to propose. "I haven't obsessed about it ... just every so often over the years, I've thought about Ray and how I treated him then, thought how it was so unfair not to have let him fuck me back then. And then out of the blue, this invite came today. When I saw his name on the invitation, all these memories came flooding back. And lots of regrets too, like when I thought of how I led him on with kissing and cuddling and hugging and other stuff verging on really naughty, only to stop him every time he was about to get his penis out. Thinking back, I now know how cruel that must have been, how frustrated it must have left him."

"What about you, didn't it leave you frustrated too?"

"Well yes, but I didn't really know what I was missing. I mean, all that other stuff felt good and from very early in our relationship, he was getting me off with his fingers and his tongue, so I would usually go home feeling pretty good."

"You know they call what you did to him a prick teaser."

"Yes, so I've heard, he even called me that himself a few times. So, you know how you wanted to see me with another guy and that guy turned out to be Jerry, and it worked out to be good for both of us. Right?"

"Yes, by all means, very right!"

"Well, I started thinking today that maybe you might like to see me one more time with another guy, one from my past this time. I felt that I could go to this reunion on my own and perhaps hook up with Ray. I could take the camcorder and video it happening and then we would have new action for us to watch when we feel like some inspiration in the bedroom."

"Your idea has possibilities, but first, there's a few maybes in there. What if he's married and he has his wife there?"

"Well then, I'll just have to give him a quickie in the toilet."

"That would be hard to do with a camcorder."

"Hang on darling, I haven't thought it all through yet, I only came up with the idea today. We will need to talk about it and I'll need your experience at planning this sort of thing, just like you did so well for Jerry to take me up at the waterfall. I really hadn't thought about having to do it at the venue. When I came up with the idea today, I was just thinking of him coming back to my motel room where I would have the camcorder set up across the room with a towel or something over it. And I could just hit record before we started doing it."

"So did you plan to just take him by surprise on the night, or are you going to call him ahead of time and tell him to make sure he's there on his own because you've got something special to give him?"

"Oh dear, I don't know, the element of surprise sounds like fun, but it is a big risk that he could have his wife with him. We will have to think all that through, probably over the next few nights while we are having wild sex just thinking and talking about it. So tell me darling, first reaction, do you like the idea of watching me have sex with Ray?"

I was pleased to see what looked to me like a positive reaction on his face and he seemed to squirm around in his chair. "Umm, maybe I would," he said in a funny voice, one of his hands dropping into his lap.

I knew straight away from the look on his face, "Stand up, darling!" I said.

"Why?"

"You know why, go on, stand up," I insisted.

We had both still been sitting at our dining table. He pushed his chair back and stood up. There it was, the telltale tenting of his trousers ... even a wet spot that had come through onto the grey cloth. Immediately, my open hands flew up to the sides of my face. "I knew it, you are hard, just from my telling you about Ray. God Peter, you are hopeless!"

"Okay, you got me, your suggestion made me hard ... in fact, very hard, honey. Should we go into the bedroom and I'll show you how hard it made me?"

I was really thrilled, he had just the reaction that I wanted to my suggestion, "No need to move Peter, if it was good enough for Jerry, it's good enough for you!" With that, I stepped around to the end of the table, lifted my dress up slowly to reveal my panties. We both looked down at the vee in front, I had a damp spot there too. I bent my upper body forward over the table and grasped the edges tightly, just as I had up there at the waterfall that day with Jerry.

Seeing what I had in mind, he quickly unzipped his trousers, letting them fall, easing the boxers over his boner and then moving around behind me. I felt my panties stripped down in one quick movement. I must admit that I gave an excited little shriek.

"I guess you want it in fast and hard like Jerry does it?" he checked and I just grinned back at him, tightening my grip on the table edge, bracing myself for a sudden violent entry. He placed his fingers in between my outer labia lips that were stretched wide by my taut bent over position. I sure was wet ... in fact, I had prepared myself before dinner with some KY gel just for this moment, wanting to be ready for the hard and fast entry he now seemed to favour after Jerry's visit.

He moved up closer behind me, I could feel him position his hard cock at my spread lips, at the wet opening of my vagina and then he plunged it in ... hard, all the way deep inside in one long motion -- just like Jerry had.

Excited, I humped my hips back at him, striving to get more of him inside of me. Then he quickly engaged a smooth driving, pumping motion just like Jerry had done up at the waterfall.

While he fucked me doggie style over our dining table, I laughed and taunted my husband, throwing back little messages from my half-turned head, intending to stir his libido. As I received his piston-like thrusts, I muttered, "I wonder if Ray fucks like this!" ... "Oh, do you think that Ray might have a big penis?" ... "Oh that's right, I've seen it, when he was a kid!" ... "I wonder if it's bigger now, I bet it could be!" ... "I can't wait to compare it to yours!" ... "What if he's kinky!" ... "Oh my God, he might want my arse, should I give it to him?"

Having decided just this afternoon that I wanted to complete some unfinished sexual business with my first boyfriend Ray Mitchell, I was saying these things just to spur my loving husband on to a powerful satisfying fuck, but it had the same effect on me. Soon, I had to stop with the arousing comments because a strong orgasm had built rapidly within my own body. Fortunately, when I came loudly, my body trembling and pulsing, Peter had to cum too and he released a torrent of cum into my body.

When he seemed to have deposited every last drop into my hot willing body, he pulled out and flopped back into the nearest chair. I pulled myself up off the table, following him and sitting down across his bare thighs.

"That was great ... you were great!" I enthused, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. "It looks like me being with another guy still turns you on?"

He looked at me a bit sheepishly, "Yes honey, I have to admit that it does. I can't explain what it is, but I get so excited, just like I was that night when we finally got to bed after I had watched you doing it with Jerry."

I could feel my husband's cum leaking out of my vagina, it was pooling on his warm thighs where I sat.

"So tell me about what you and this Ray guy used to do when you were just a teenager."

"As I recall, when I was 14 there wasn't much, we just necked, mainly kissing and stuff, nothing below the waist. Then, as time went on and we had been going together for a long time, we gradually upped the stakes a bit. I guess that one night, I had been feeling really turned on by the tongue kissing and his hands on my breasts and he slipped one hand down into my panties. Now, that had always been my no-go zone and whenever he tried that, I would quickly pull his hand back out. But this one night, we were out on my back deck, mum and dad had gone to bed and he managed to get his finger on my clitoris before I could get my hand down there to stop him."

Just talking about this to Peter, I felt his penis, that had just exhausted his supply of cum into me, was hardening again, just from my telling him about my early days with Ray.

I went on, "Anyway, by the time I got my hand down there inside my panties to stop him, his finger had touched my emerging clit and I think I jumped from the sensation. My hand found his but this time, instead of pulling it away, my hand just covered his, encouraging it, and I let his finger circle my clit again and again, because it felt so good. I still recall to this day how wonderful that felt and he had experience at doing that from some other girl in his past -- don't forget he was 2 years older than me. So I came, oh how I came! It felt fabulous, stars were flashing in front of my eyes and my hips were humping up and down on his fingers. I couldn't believe how sensational it was to cum like that."

"So your first orgasm was with him. So you hadn't done that to yourself up till then?"

"No, I told you I had a very prim and proper upbringing. I knew what was happening to me because I had heard all my girlfriends talk about orgasms, but I had never even thought of masturbating up until then."

"So you were hooked on having him finger you from that moment on?"

"Oh yes, he did it so well and I would cum nearly every night."

"What did you do for him?"

"Darling, it sounds awful, I know, but for a long while after that, I didn't do anything for him."

"Boy, how selfish is that? So you sent him home with blue balls every night?"

"I guess I did, I've heard that expression too. He must have masturbated a lot when he got home. I feel terrible about it now, but I didn't then. Maybe that's why I want to make it up to him now after all these years, to let him have me, to put his penis into me and fuck me like we should have then."

I felt Peter's penis surge beneath my thighs again. God, if it got any bigger, we could be doing it again in a few minutes. He seemed to be insatiable whenever there was talk of hearing or seeing me having sex with another guy.

"So did things stay that way for the rest of your time together?"

"No, not forever. Eventually, after we had been going together for two years, I decided to touch him down there. In fact, I think it was on our two-year anniversary since we had been going out. I mean, he had been at me and at me to masturbate him, to jerk him off as he called it. We would be kissing and cuddling and he would be kissing my breasts, turning us both on and then I would feel him take my hand and place it in his lap. And there it would be, in all its stiff glory, he would have sneaked it out while we were otherwise occupied. But I would just pull my hand back and tell him quite forcefully that I didn't want to touch his penis."

"Shit, the poor guy!"

"Yes, I was awful, wasn't I? Anyway, on this second anniversary, he had a car by now and we were necking in some secluded parking spot and sure enough, he tried again and he had his penis out of his pants. My God, the damn thing was standing up tall and proud and for the first time ever, when he dragged my hand onto it, I wrapped my fingers around it and just held them there. Well, he sort of swooned, I thought he was going to cum there and then, just from my holding it. I guess I had made up my mind that on our second anniversary, I would at last do something for him, so now was the moment. All those previous times when he tried to get me to touch him, I would never look at it ... I didn't want to. I would just pull my hand away with my eyes closed. But on this night when I really held it for the first time, I had a good look at it too, only in the light coming in the car windows from the moon and street lamps. But I kind of liked what I saw, the first one that I had looked at. It was circumcised although I didn't know the difference back then. I only realised that when I saw someone else's that didn't look like Ray's and I asked. Anyway, Ray's was nice and smooth because it was hard, I mean not all wrinkly and bits of loose skin ... sorry about that, darling."

"That's okay, I will be traumatised forever by that comment that infers that you are not too keen on my uncut one."

"Traumatised, that would be right. My God, you men and your egos."

"So how big was Ray's, honey?"

"There you go, I knew that was coming, I could have placed money on that. Damn, all you guys want us to compare, you all worry about whether some other guy has got one bigger than you and therefore will reach places in a woman that you can't get to. You are all the same."

"That's just it, honey, we're not all the same, and we find it interesting to see how our women assess others by comparison."

"Yeah, right!"

Peter's penis beneath me was once more stiff as a board with all this sex talk. I wriggled myself around on him until my legs were apart and it was between my thighs. I was still sitting on him, but now facing him up close, his hard-on wedged between our bodies.

"Darling, can I continue without further reference to his size?"

"Okay, for now! But if you do have sex with him, I will want to know."

"So as I was saying, I asked Ray, 'What do I do now,' as I held onto his erect penis firmly. He told me to just slide my hand up and down on the shaft, so I started to do that. When I got to the top the first time, I was surprised to feel it all wet and sticky and I got that stuff on the palm of my hand. 'Oh yuk,' I vividly recall saying to him. 'It's okay,' he tried to reassure me and explained how it was only pre-cum to lubricate the way. I was all for giving up at that point, but he urged me to spread the wetness I had got off the tip of his penis, spreading it down around the shaft to make it easier for my hand to slide up and down on him. With some reluctance, I did. After all, by this time, I was a bit more mature and I had decided that if I wasn't going to let him put it inside of me, then the least I could do was to jerk him off."

"At last!" Peter said to me and I felt his revitalised penis thrusting up between my thighs once more.

"You do get turned on by this, don't you?"

"Yes!" he said breathlessly and I wondered if I should hasten the story along, in case he didn't last until I finished describing my first time jerking off Ray. But surely Peter couldn't cum again quite so soon. He seemed to deliver so much into me only a few minutes ago.

I continued telling Peter, "So I spread his pre-cum all around his shaft, he seemed to be leaking a lot of it. I didn't know how close he was, but by now, even though this was the first time I had actually touched a penis properly, I knew what was going to happen. I had a lot of girlfriends who told very vivid accounts of their sex lives. So I started pumping my hand up and down on his shaft and he got me to use my other hand to gently touch his balls. I was fascinated watching his face, feeling the power that I had at that moment. I learned very quickly that when you are holding a man's penis and jerking it toward a finish, he would say and do anything ... and I do mean anything."




Lust Not Love Ch. 03



"So you learnt fast then?"

"Well, did I? I mean, it had taken me two years of going with Ray before I even consented to touch his penis. In the years since, I have regretted how mean and selfish I was. That's probably why I came up with this idea the moment I saw his name on the invitation. I sort of feel that I owe it to him to let him have me completely, providing you are alright with me doing that ... and it feels like you are." As I said that, I clamped my upper thighs tightly around his erection that had been gently pushing up and down between them.

"I am completely okay with your plan, honey ... let's make it happen. But first, finish telling me how long it took for you to jerk Ray off."

"Oh not long, as you might guess. He was primed and ready for it. I guess it might have been ... oh, I don't know, two minutes would be tops. It's hard to recall, it was a long time ago."

"So what happened when he came?"

"Oh God, it went everywhere. Despite what my girlfriends had told me -- and advised me -- I really wasn't ready. I certainly wasn't about to put my mouth over it, like some had suggested. I mean, that was where he peed out of, for God's sake. He should have warned me or got his handkerchief out. But no, here's me, jerking away, getting faster as his groans increased, and suddenly there's cum spurting everywhere, even up onto the ceiling of the car. There was some on my breasts that fortunately were bare, I don't know how I would have explained cum stains on my clothing to my mum, who did all my washing then. Anyway, that was it -- the first time doing him -- and that became a steady part of our routine from then on. He would do my clit with his fingers and I would jerk him off, and along the way, I got my breasts sucked and kissed an awful lot, which was great. Peter, it was wild, but to my great regret to this day, a fuck never occurred. I did get a lot better at masturbating him ... I would either cup my hand over his penis and catch it in my hand or use a tissue. I started always carrying a pack."

"So what happened, how did you break up?"

"Well, I was turning 17 and he was still after me every night wanting to fuck, and I had this religious upbringing thing that dictated that I should wait until I was with the right guy. Somehow, I just wasn't sure then that he was the right guy, and I was way too young to get married anyway. So he went off to find a girl who would fuck and fell in love with one. In a way, that may have changed my outlook because by the time I was 18, I found a guy at college that I was prepared to do it with. There was no stopping me after that. I also think college changed me a lot because my parents weren't around to take offence if I goofed up."

Peter grasped a hold of my hips and lifted me up, holding me suspended above his thighs while he trickily centred his erection at my opening and then he lowered me onto it and we fucked all over again. It was our second within an hour and it seemed to be only made possible by my telling him of my wish to fuck Ray Mitchell. My God, I could use Ray to get my husband hot every night until I met up with my old boyfriend at the reunion in a few weeks' time.

He didn't manage to cum again, but he succeeded in getting me to ride his penis to another great finish, for which I was eternally grateful. I may have been a bit awkward about sex as a teen, but these days, I just loved all that I was getting.

As I came down from the euphoria of my orgasm, Peter's first words to me were, "So honey, you didn't answer me before, how big was Ray's cock?"

I glared down at my husband for daring to ask the question again, and then recalling how good I felt from just cumming when he had not, I relented and gave him an answer, as best I could. "You are not going to like this," I started and his face blanched white. I think he thought that I was going to say it was gigantic, but the colour returned when I continued. "I had nothing to compare it with back then, and by the time I had gone through three different sex partners from 18 to 21, my mental picture of Ray's penis had gone, except for recalling that it was circumcised.

Chapter Two

It was a great three weeks as Peter and I would start off discussing my plans for the high school reunion every night before having mind-blowing sex. I was also relieved when my period came just a week out from the reunion. At 45, I was still menstruating and I would have hated for that to be a hindrance on the one night that I was reunited with Ray Mitchell. It also slowed sex for Peter and I down a bit in the days leading up to the reunion. We needed to do that so that we would both be on high arousal for the big night ... when I would be with Ray for the first time in years and Peter at home thinking about his wife having sex with another man.

I had called Ray to tell him that I was coming to the reunion and used the excuse of asking him for advice about a good local motel to stay at, as a way of letting him know that I would be there on my own.

"It looks like I could be too," Ray answered -- it was great to hear his voice after so many years. "My wife Helen was intending to come with me, but since she doesn't know anyone, I think she's going to drop out at the last minute."

I wanted to tell him that I hope she does, but I chose instead to say, "Yes, my husband Peter is the same. He has begged out of it and given me a long leash, so I can let go and be young again. I am so looking forward to seeing you, Ray," my voice sincere and with as much implication as I dared on the phone, then adding "and everybody else too!"

"Hey, that's so good that you're coming, Caroline, it will be just like old times."

"Maybe better than old times, Ray, I have a few regrets about those years. I wasn't always as good to you as I should have been back then, if you know what I mean."

If he did know what I meant, he didn't indicate. I had to hope that he got my inference. I was as forward as I could be without coming straight out and telling him I wanted to fuck him at last.

At home on the night before the reunion, I was packing my bag when Peter walked in carrying a large shopping bag bearing the name of the best intimate apparel store in our city.

"What's this?" I asked as he presented the bag to me.

"I went out today and got you a few things. I thought you might feel a bit sexier in them. I hope you'll wear them to the reunion tomorrow night. I'd like to see him taking them off you on the video that you bring back. Don't mess it up now!"

I peered into the bag and pulled out several satin and lace undergarments, plus a pair of black nylon stockings -- not pantiehose. I had never owned let alone worn nylon stockings. There was a white garter belt that would fit around my waist with long suspenders that would attach to the thick band around the top of the stockings. The white bra was push-up half-cup so that my breasts could resemble the perkiness that they once had. The white panties were actually a satin thong, so very brief with just a thin strand of material that would wedge almost hidden between my butt cheeks.

I had tried a thong once, but didn't like the way it rubbed against my anal ring. However, for one night, I figured that I could cope with any discomfort. After all, my loving husband had chosen and wanted me to wear these items specifically to please another man. I still couldn't quite understand that about some men.

"They're beautiful," I said, kissing him in appreciation for buying them, "but why would you buy these special things just to make me look sexy for Ray?"

"I've told you before honey, I don't know why I want this, I just do. It turns me on like nothing else. Wear them and I know that you'll feel super sexy ... for two men, Ray and me. Oh, by the way, I bought something else for you too."

Peter slipped back out of the bedroom and came back in carrying a slinky black dress on a hangar. It was short and cut very low in front, it would show off the pushed-up breasts in a big way. It was cut low in back too with a strategically placed band that would specifically cover my white bra strap. Otherwise, it was bare to the waist in back.

"Wow, that's too much, darling."

"Nothing's too good for my wife who is about to feed my fantasy one more time."

"Will you be alright here on your own? What will you be doing?"

"I will be trying to watch TV, but I know I won't be concentrating. I will be thinking of you all night, picturing you in that dress, knocking them all dead, and particularly one man. Then, at around midnight, I'm going to picture you dragging him back to your motel room and then the dress coming off. I will imagine how you will look to him in all that new underwear, still beautiful after all these years."

"My God darling, it's 28 years since we broke up, I hope he still likes me. Peter, I'll be thinking of you throughout, even if it does happen like we have planned and Ray is on top of me on the bed in the motel room, fucking me crazy. I'll still be thinking of you while he does that to me, believe me because I love you so much. And if he falls asleep or goes to take a pee, I'll send you a text saying something cryptic just to let you know if it's really happened. That way, you can anticipate what you're going to see when I bring the camcorder home."

You guessed it, after all that sex talk, we did it one last time together -- the first time this week -- and 24 hours before I would hopefully let Ray fuck me for the first time. How would it be? Would he be as good as Jerry has been? Would this experience bring a new sexual vibrancy to our marriage the same way that my fling with Jerry had?

Chapter Three

I arrived at the motel around 4 on the afternoon of the reunion and quickly set about laying out my ensemble for the night. I showered and applied my make up around 5, then carefully pulled on each sexy item of underwear for the first time, breaking off price tags as I went. When I was intimately attired - everything but the dress - I appraised myself in the mirror and decided that I looked pretty good for a middle aged 45-year-old chick. The push-up bra did wonders for my breasts, exposing them as two smooth globes all over again, possibly resembling the two that Ray had devoured with mouth, tongue, teeth and hands over and over in the 3 years we were together. My breasts had never been off limits after about the third week of our relationship.

I picked up the camcorder and shot a short piece of video of me reflected in the mirror just so that Peter could later see the full picture, just in case what the camcorder revealed as Ray undressed me didn't do justice to the new underwear. I could plan the events of this night as much as I wanted, but Ray could choose to have it unfold differently. I could set up the camera to focus on the bed and he might choose to undress me out of camera range, either away from the bed or in the bathroom.

I reflected for a moment on how disappointed I -- and even Peter - was going to be if Ray didn't want to come back to my room. What if his wife decided to come to the reunion with him at the last minute, or what if she put a curfew on him to get home by midnight. Having so excitedly planned this tryst, and cleared it with Peter, I knew that I would be devastated if Ray and I didn't hook up tonight.

Just before leaving for the reunion, I selected a great spot to hide the camcorder from where there would be a clear shot of the bed. I would need to leave some lights on when recording and I hoped that Ray didn't find that suspicious. I draped a scarf over the camcorder being sure to cover the red light that would come on when I hit 'record.' Now all I had to do was surreptitiously switch it on when I came back to the room.

At 6pm, I called for a cab to take me to the venue, leaving my car at the motel. I needed to be reliant on Ray for a ride back to the motel ... all part of the master plan.

I was a bit nervous as I walked in, but the looks I got from most of the guys, and even from some of the women, quickly reassured me that my outfit was turning heads. I looked anxiously around for Ray ... it had been so many years that I was scared that he might walk past and I might not recognise him. That wouldn't go down well. But when a guy stepped forward at the registration table, I immediately recognised his original distinctive teenage features, it was just that his hair was thinner and the cheeks and tummy were chubbier.

"Wow Caroline, you look a million bucks. I wondered if I would recognise you, but honey, you haven't changed a bit ... except maybe got even prettier."

"Hi Ray, thanks, that's so nice of you to say, but I don't think so," I offered modestly. I gave him my best smile and paused in front of him, desperately hoping that he would kiss me to ease my nervous anxiety. My initial assessment was that he looked pretty good after 28 years.

Thankfully, he did lean forward and give me the kiss that I craved. I think he expected it should be just a chaste peck, but I went full-mouthed into it and while I didn't part my lips and give him tongue, my kiss conveyed that this married woman wasn't shy tonight. He looked to be a little flushed as he pulled back after the meeting of our lips.

"Wow! That brought all the memories flooding back, you are still a great kisser!" he enthused.

"I liked it too," I told him, placing a hand affectionately on his arm.

He led me over to the bar and we had a couple of drinks together while we talked over all that had transpired in our lives in the 28 years since we had last seen each other. I told him what a disaster my first marriage had been and how lucky I had been to find and marry Peter. "He's great," I said honestly, boosting him up, "he really loves me, I am so lucky." But then, not wanting to discourage any thoughts Ray might have for later, I added, "we have an open marriage where no questions are asked and no lies told." That was only half true ... Peter would ask heaps of questions and I would not tell him one lie about this night.

"He must be a pretty understanding guy. I don't know if I could be as open as that if I had a woman that looked like you do. Caroline, you are still a knockout."

I blushed at his compliment, "Thank you Ray, that's so nice of you. I have to admit though that I worried too, like you did, whether I would recognise you after all this time. But I have to say that I knew it was you the minute I saw you. You have aged well."

Ray told me that he had only married once and they were coming up to 23 years now. "I can't say that our marriage is quite as open as yours, and perhaps no longer as loving. We've grown apart recently, we each seem to be off doing our own thing and the kids don't need us much now. I must say that this is a nice feeling, being out on my own tonight, and having a chance I never expected to have again ... spending some time with you."

I was very happy, this seemed to be going very well. He really looked to be totally focussed on me despite the distraction of a lot of school friends being around us.

We women know that guys do tend to say what they think a woman wants to hear when it suddenly dawns on them that they may be a chance to get a fuck. I didn't know if Ray's marriage to Helen had descended as low as he intimated, or if it was convenient for him to have me think that I would not be harming their marriage by going to bed with him tonight.

I wondered if the prospect of bedding me had only just become a possibility to Ray after seeing me only partially covered by this 'please take me' dress that Peter had bought me for the night. Or had Ray begun planning back when I called him a couple of weeks ago ... just as I had planned to seduce him tonight.

The end of pre-dinner drinks was called and all the guests were encouraged to take their assigned seats. Being in a class two years older than mine, Ray was seated with the older group, but after the appetisers, he slipped back over to join me as people started to drift around the tables, catching up with those that they may suddenly have recognised across the room.

When the main course came, we both went over to his table and he found an empty seat for me so we could eat together. That was it, he barely left my side the whole night. We worked our way around the tables and we must have looked so right for each other that more than one person made the observation, "So you two did end up together, we knew you would."

I hastened to explain to each such comment that we didn't and that this was the first time that we had seen each other since school days. They looked as if they didn't believe me. Ray didn't help because he didn't support my story, seeming to prefer to have people think he was with me.

There was a band and eventually we gravitated to the dance floor. They played some great 80's music that brought more memories flooding back. Occasionally, they would play a ballad and Ray would hold me close to him and I would let my head drop onto his shoulder, just like a loving couple. Then, I would feel his hand slide down over what there was of my dress and onto my arse. I wondered if his fingers were feeling for a pantie line at the top of my thighs. If he was, he wouldn't feel one because I was wearing the thong Peter had bought for me, leaving my arse cheeks smooth beneath the dress. However, Ray's fingers were able to trace my garter belt and the suspender straps, all the way down to my stockings.

The venue was booked for the reunion until midnight, but at about 10.30, Ray asked, "Have you had enough of this lot yet? I think I've seen everyone that I wanted to catch up with ... how about you?"

We were still on the dance floor, between songs, and I looked up into his eyes and told him sincerely, "I mainly came here to see you, there's nobody else that I care about from school days."

"Then what say we get out of here, maybe we could have some time on our own, is that alright with you?" He seemed tentative, even nervous, possibly unsure of how I would react to his suggestion, probably recalling all those teenage years when I would constantly knock him back.

I smiled, "That would be nice, I was hoping you'd want to do that. I have waited a long time to see you, I've thought a lot about making it up to you."

"Making what up to me?" he asked quizzically.

"I was pretty young back then Ray, very naïve too. I was pretty mean as well, always denying you, sometimes without giving you any relief."

"I have to admit that they were very frustrating years, Caroline, and I wanted you so much, but I never would have forced you."

"I know, and I respected that. I've carried with me this thought -- maybe an obsession - that I have to give you something, something that I should have given you all those years ago. Would you like to come back to my motel now? That's all I want now, just to be with you ... no after-parties. Is that alright?"

You would have thought that I had just told him that he had won the lottery. His face beamed, "You bet!" was all he could say as well as grinning a lot. I guess that it just occurred to him from what I had said that he was about to finally fuck me. "What about your husband, what would he say? Will there be trouble? Are you going to tell him about this, about me?"

"He already knows about you, I've told him about how much we meant to each other ... and how I denied you all that time. We'll see what happens tonight between us and then I'll decide how much more he should know," I underplayed it, not wanting to divulge how kinky Peter and I were, using Ray for our sex games, and thinking already about the video I would make tonight of this adventure. "What about you Ray, how long have I got you for?"

"All night, babe."

"Are you sure? I know that you won't tell Helen where you've been, or who you've been with."




Lust Not Love Ch. 03



"I did prepare her, I told Helen that there was bound to be after parties and that I might not get home until dawn."

"Did she buy that?"

"I think so, anyway I don't care at this moment."

"So if you prepared her not to expect you home, did you think that this might happen just like I did? That you might come back to my motel room?"

"After your phone call when you said something about being on a long leash and feeling young and letting go again, I sort of hoped that I might get to spend some intimate time with you ... just like we used to."

I leaned forward, whispering, "It will be so much better than it used to be, Ray," and I gave him a very passionate kiss right in the midst of the dance floor while others danced around us. This time there was decidedly a lot of tongue action that left us both feeling dizzy with lust and I cheekily dropped a hand down and felt for a bulge in his trousers ... of course, there was one and it felt good. I wished that Peter had been able to see that moment as well.

When our lips parted, I whispered in his ear, "No is no longer in my vocabulary, I denied you all those three years we went together, so tonight you get to do whatever you wanted to do then."

He seemed to look at me in wonder, perhaps still absorbing the implications of what I had just said, then he urged, "Come on, let's split," pulling me off the dance floor.

"Give me a moment to say goodnight to everyone," I told him as I pulled away from his grasp and headed back to my table. He followed close behind.

I must have taken a good 5 minutes on my goodbyes to all of my old school friends. I could feel Ray standing alongside me, becoming more and more impatient as each minute rolled by. When at last I had made my final goodbye, I turned back to him. "Come on, let's go!" he said anxiously.

"Sorry Ray, just a minute more, I need to make a toilet stop or I'll wet myself in the wrong way before we even get to the motel."

He shot me a look of frustration that I recognised from seeing it on his face every night that I denied him as a teenager. I let go his hand and rushed off to the Ladies restroom. Safely inside on my own in a cubicle, I did my peeing, then reached into my purse for my mobile phone.

I quickly SMS'd Peter with the following message: "My offer accepted, leaving party early, told him to expect better than ever before, should see look on his face, it will happen within the hour."

I left the cubicle and washed my hands. I was about to leave the restroom and rejoin Ray when my phone beeped for incoming message. I read Peter's text reply: "So excited, I will have to jerk off, but will wait to do it with you as you cum in 45 mins from now. Try to time your cum with mine."

I smiled to myself at my husband's weirdness, sms'd back: "Okay, 45 mins from now," then put my phone away in my purse and hurried out to rejoin my first love.

"I thought you'd stood me up, what took so long?" Ray showed his annoyance.

"You still need to learn patience Ray ... I told you I had to pee, but I took my time, just letting the excitement build for us. Are you excited Ray? It doesn't hurt to slow it all down a little, think about what it will be like between us. Good things come to those who can wait."

I don't think I convinced him. He pulled me along rapidly and I teetered on my excruciatingly high stilettos, managing to make it to his car without toppling over. He drove the 5-minute trip to the motel in just over 3 minutes. All the while, I hoped that he wouldn't get a speeding ticket, or worse still, have to blow in the breathalyser. I did contemplate reaching across to touch his penis as he drove, to tease him and test his readiness, but I didn't want to distract him the wild way he was driving.

I pointed out where he should park at the motel and we walked the few steps from the car to my room. I put the key in the lock and turned to give him one last 'come on' look before taking him into my room for a promised night of carnal activity. "Are you ready for this Ray?" He had calmed down enough to smile back warmly at me.

I pushed the door open and led Ray inside, flicking the light switch on. I walked across the room, flinging my purse onto the bureau on which the camcorder was hidden beneath my scarf. I turned to face him, he had been so eager that I expected him to be right behind me, taking me into his arms. Instead, he was heading into the bathroom.

"Sorry babe, nature calls, I should have gone when you did, won't be a minute."

At least that gave me a moment alone to lift up the scarf, hit record on the camcorder, then drop the scarf back in place, ensuring that it hung over the front to obscure the red light but not cover the lens.

I stood in the middle of the motel room ... eager and ready to accept my old teenage boyfriend into my body. What should I do, where should I be when he reappeared? Should I start to shed my clothes now ... or would he want to do that? Should I flop on the bed and try to look seductive? No, I didn't want to do any of that, the gift of my new underwear from Peter was an essential element of the seduction. I even left my stilettos on, knowing how the high heels would accentuate my legs and thrust my 45-year-old arse up.

At last, the bathroom door opened and Ray reappeared, fortunately before I had to choose my next course of action. I threw my arms out toward him, welcoming him to me in my room ... just us together (and my hidden camera vision for Peter to enjoy later). I was indicating that I wanted to embrace him. He removed his jacket as he took the 4 steps across the room to me, fitting his body within the embrace of my arms and wrapping his own arms around me.

"I've wanted this for so long, but frankly I'd given up on it ever happening," he told me sadly, "I can't believe I'm here ... I can't believe you're here ... are we really gonna do this? Is this real, you're not going to suddenly stop me, are you, like you used to?"

"It's very real Ray, and there's no way we're going to stop now. I do want you inside me, is that what you want too, to be fully inside me?" I whispered and drew his face to mine, not waiting for his answer, assuming that he would want what I wanted. Our lips met, parting in lustful desire, our tongues entwining passionately. Hands up and down each other's backs, our bodies pressing tightly together, I could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against my still clothed belly.

"I hope I don't disappoint you," he told me when our mouths separated long enough to suck in air.

"Why would you disappoint me?"

"You've had two husbands and other guys too, your expectations could be too high. I'm still the country boy that never left town. I would have been better for you back then with youth on my side."

I was disappointed to hear his lack of confidence. Had I overplayed it, maybe dressed up too sexy and sophisticated for the hometown country boy? Was I expecting too much? He needed my reassurance.

"Ray, nobody's judging performance here tonight. We are just two people who loved each other once, doing what we should have done then. You can be yourself, do whatever feels good. If you come into my body and all you want to do is cum, then damn it, just let it happen and cum. I'm not going to mark you down, I'm not going to scream and rant and rave and tell you how I haven't cum yet. This is all for you, because its what I should have let you do 28 years ago."

"My God Caroline, you are incredible! When you said you were coming here to the reunion, my first thought was that there could be a chance of this happening. But then I thought that there was more reason now to deny me than there was back then. I mean, now you have a husband that wouldn't want you fucking some other guy ... back then we were both single, no ties, no attachments. After the initial excitement that I would see you again, I have to admit my expectation of having sex with you dropped. Then there was the complication that Helen might come to the reunion. I really had to work on her not to come, and I did feel guilty about that."

I held a finger up to his lips, "Are you going to talk me all the way into bed, or will you just accept that I'm yours for the night -- no strings attached. Shut up, undress me and kiss me a lot, just like you used to?"

He smiled that smile that got me in when I was just 14. "Sorry!"

"That's okay!" I said as I swivelled around within his arms, presenting my back to him, "can you get that catch on my dress?" I could have got it myself, but I wanted him involved in undressing me. My hand pointed to where he should unclip me. He did and without that clasp in position, the top half of my sleek black dress fell to my waist.

"Wow!" he sounded excited as my back was bared, save for the bra strap. He fumbled for that, but I spun back around to face him. I wanted him to see the whole package before I lost my bra. I stepped back away, out of his arms and did a slow pirouette for him. "Man, you are something else, my little teen girlfriend grew up to become a very sexy woman."

"What do you want to take off me first?" I teased, slipping a finger inside the top edge of the half-cup bra and easing the material forward just enough for him to get a peep at one nipple.

"How about you lose the dress," he suggested, "I want to see the good bits."

The dress was now like a half-slip and I shimmied my hips as my hands eased it off over my arse and the garment dropped in a pool around my feet. I stepped out of it.

"Oh, that's good, yes! Now that's gone, I need you to turn around again," he spoke huskily as if emotion or lust had overcome him.

I began to pirouette once more slowly, intending to go right around. But when I had turned 180 and was facing away, he yelled, "Stop!" I did and I felt him reach down and lightly caress the smooth skin of my arse cheeks, now bare to his touch. "I love a woman's arse ... a good arse is a real turn-on for me. Caroline, you have the best arse."

I hadn't expected such enthusiasm for my arse. I had thought my breasts that were pushed up and 50% exposed within the half-cup bra, might win the most attention. After all, with access to my vagina denied, Ray had spent hours devouring my breasts in those heady teenage years. But since I was wearing a thong pantie, there was much more arse exposed in back than breasts in front.

"Would you bend over for me?" he asked, his voice quavering.

I hesitated, not having expected my arse to be the centre of his attention. But this was a special night, so I did as he asked, bending from the waist, stretching my legs and my back, drawing the smooth skin on my arse cheeks taut, my cheeks spreading for his intent gaze. I felt blatantly exposed with only the thin strip of material of my thong barely able to conceal my intimate parts.

"Magic, what an arse, you must look after yourself, babe."

"I guess I do," I answered, my head almost touching the floor as I held my awkward bent over position while his hands fondled my smooth arse cheeks.

"Sorry, you can come up now," he offered, "I got a bit carried away, you've got such a great arse."

"Glad you approve, Ray."

"Oh I do," he said as I straightened, still facing away. I felt him reach for the clasp on my bra strap. He undid that and I brought my arms up to catch the cups as they fell forward and gravity reduced my perky pushed up breasts back into the age of reality.

I turned back to face him without being told. When he saw my breasts now bare with the nipples standing out appealingly hard, his head quickly dipped to take the nearest one in between his lips. There was tongue, there were teeth and there was passion as he kissed and sucked on my prominent orbs. I managed to turn us around so that we were side-on to the camera without raising his suspicion.

I stole a peep at my watch while Ray worked on my breasts. Only 25 minutes had elapsed since my loving Peter had texted that he would be jerking off in 45 minutes, wanting to be doing it at the same moment that Ray was fucking me. I needed to hold Ray back for 20 minutes before letting us cum. Peter's thought was kinky enough for me to want to please him by fulfilling his wish.

This was good, Ray had become preoccupied with my breasts, his mouth ducking from one to the other and back. But it was becoming more difficult to remain standing while Ray's mouth did such wonderful things to my breasts. We were at the foot of the bed and it would be so easy to sit or lie down on it, but I figured that we would get better pictures on the camcorder if we remained standing for now.

I felt Ray's fingers roaming now. While his mouth seemed obsessed with maintaining intimate contact with my nipples, his fingers were around my back, softly fondling the cheeks of my arse. He certainly was an arse man!

"You always did like them," I said, my hands running through his hair, occasionally clutching at his head, pulling it tighter as the waves of pleasure from his oral assault on my breasts just kept going.

Finally, he pulled back, a big happy grin on his face, "Yeah, they're great. I'll come back to them later." His eyes scanned up and down my body like he didn't know where to touch next. I seized the moment and dropped to my knees, taking hold of his trouser belt and unbuckling it. Then I unbuttoned the waist and pulled the fly zipper down. They two sides of his trousers parted in front and I let them fall to his ankles. I liked the bulge I saw in his jocks, the one I had already felt up on the dance floor.

"Looks like you're ready," I said, looking up at him from where I knelt, my face in front of his groin.

"Oh God, I sure am, I've been ready all night, since you first walked in the door."

I reached up and grasped the waistband of his jocks, pulling it out away from his body and easing it over the stretch of his hard penis. His manhood came into view, some things don't change. I might not have been able to recall its size for Peter, but I did remember how nice it looked when hard and erect, the cut skin smooth and tight, almost glistening with the pre-cum oozing from his tip.

As it turned out, Ray's penis was similar in size to Peter's -- my husband will be happy about that when he sees it.

I let the jocks fall, leaving him in just shirt and socks. I leaned in toward him, opened my mouth, stretched my tongue forward and licked the pre-cum off his tip.

"Oh my God, that's too much!" he almost yelled out. I licked again, this time on the underside just below the head. "Oh yes ... babe, I never expected this, you would never put your mouth near it before."

"We all grow up in different ways, Ray, I grew to like putting a man's penis in my mouth. Is that okay with you?"

"Oh yes!" he almost screamed in his intense excitement.

I licked it a few more times, just like an ice cream, lapping up his pre-cum. I quickly sensed that I would have to be careful though, he was so super sensitive that every lick of mine seemed to send a spark right through his body. I wanted to take his penis inside but I didn't close my mouth over it for fear that it might make him cum. I had the impression that he was hovering on a knife-edge.

I rose back to my feet, anxious to see his face. "How about we get into bed now Ray?"

"Yeah sure!" he agreed. I figure that I could have said, 'how about we go jump off a cliff?' and he would have agreed just as enthusiastically.

I have to admit that my next move was deliberately seductive and I was playing to the camera, and the later viewing of this video by my husband. I turned to face the bed and reached forward, placing my hands well up onto the bed. This had the effect of my body stretching, bent forward, my feet still placed firmly on the floor. My arse, with the thong still wedged between my cheeks, was pointed straight back at Ray -- and the hidden camera beyond.

I turned my head around toward Ray, who still stood alongside my left leg, and said in my best coquettish voice, "Oh dear, maybe it's time to get rid of my panties Ray, what do you think? Would you like to take them off me?" I hoped that he wouldn't move around completely behind me to take my thong off because he would block the camera's view. Fortunately, he didn't, he stayed to the left of my body and reached over to grasp the thin strands of material at my waist and hauled the flimsy garment down over my exposed cheeks.

With his professed love of a woman's arse, I knew that would bring him an extraordinary delight and Peter would appreciate the moment later when he watched this video over and over again.

The thong first caught between my arse cheeks and Ray had to slip his finger in between them to ease the material out. Then, the thong caught again at my knees, so I had to bring my legs together so it would fall to around my ankles. "What about your stockings and garter?" asked Ray.

"They won't get in the way, I think I might leave them on. I like the feel of the nylon on my legs. You might too on yours when I wrap my legs around yours to hold you into me."

On my hands and knees now, still thrusting my arse back at Ray and the camera, I crawled further up the bed, exposing my pussy and anal ring to both before flopping down onto the sheet and rolling over, letting my legs splay wide, exposing the target for Ray.

The intimate lingerie ... the appeal of my arse ... the kissing of my breasts ... using words that were intended to enflame his passion. It all came to a head as I lay there in anticipation, watching my first boyfriend -- my teenage love - now 47, his penis hard and erect, crawl up over my body and drop his knees in between mine. He quickly lowered his hips toward mine. I felt the wet tip of his stiff penis centre into the channel of my outer lips, stroking up and down. I was anxious to receive him and Ray was more than ready, I knew that he could not handle any further delay.

I looked up into his eyes as his upper body hovered over mine. My eyes conveyed to him how genuinely I wanted this. "Now Ray, it must be now! I'm so ready for you! I want you so much! Come on, do it now!" I urged and he pushed the head of his penis gently into my vagina.

"Ohhh yes, feels so good!" I told him, folding my arms around his shoulders, pulling his upper body down onto mine. My stockinged legs wrapped over the backs of his thighs, securing his body to mine so that we would move as one, locked together. And as Ray pushed the rest of his solid shaft so gently into my passage, I guessed that he might be thinking 'at last, I am fucking my first love!' But my own thoughts were of my loving husband Peter at home jerking his cock off at this very moment, 45 minutes after he sent the text, in telepathic rhythm with Ray's firm thrusts into my body.

I guess that all men are different. After all, they can't go to a school to learn the basics of lovemaking, they mostly pick it up from friend's comments, or some may have learnt from a capable woman. Ray's style was so different from Jerry who had plunged it in one long slightly painful stroke and then driven it into me like a piston. My loving husband Peter had more technique than both of them, varying the pace and length of his strokes to touch all the parts where a woman needs to feel that surging penis. I indeed was a lucky woman to have Peter.

Ray, on the other hand, was careful and attentive as he pushed it into me, giving me heaps of time to adjust. At first, I was encouraged, I guessed that I was going to like this. But then he settled into quite a slow thrusting pace, but he never picked up the speed that I needed once my body began to respond. My heels began kicking his arse like a horserace jockey kicking home a winner. But I couldn't get him to quicken the pace when my body began to pulse and needed something faster and harder to push me over the edge.




Lust Not Love Ch. 03



I had no doubt that Ray was enjoying it because he gave out such a loud expressive groan every time his penis pushed all the way up deep inside me. But in the end, I realised that this fuck was all about him, he was running to the rhythm that would get him off ... and pretty quickly, I soon discovered. He gave little indication that he was about to cum, just three quick hard thrusts right at the end that did feel good to me, but I needed a few more for me to be where he was.

Alas, it was over! As he screamed out, "Cum with me, Caroline," I could already feel his first splash of warm cum against my uterus and I lay there unfinished, incomplete, as his hips and his penis jerked and spasmed to what looked to be a deeply satisfying finish for him.

I know - before you all rush to tell me, it was my fault. I was the one who just told him not 20 minutes ago, 'If you come into my body and all you want to do is cum, then damn it, just let it happen and cum.'

So I had no reason to complain now, except that I was lying here beneath Ray in this bed, my body pulsing inside, eager for an orgasm that would complete my dream ... and now he had cum - already. I had at last, after 28 years, let my teenage boyfriend fuck me the way he had always wanted to all those years ago. Was he happy now? I sure hoped so! Was I? It was too early to tell! I would need more from Ray's penis before I could feel as satisfied as he looked.

Lying here reflecting on what had just happened, I thought, 'My God, I might not have cum, but I'm guessing that my husband has, as he sat there at home, thinking of his wife giving herself to her childhood sweetheart. How hard would that have been for him?'

Ray's body had sagged on mine as his penis pumped the last of his cum into me. I lay there, pinned down by his weight, peeping at his face, hoping that he would not drop asleep now. After all, we had both drunk a bit of alcohol this night.

I shook him, "So Ray, was it everything you wanted it to be?"

He lifted his head, his eyes looked drowsy, "Oh shit, you better believe it, you are something else. That was fantastic, it felt so good to be inside you, my cock gripped by you. You are still tight for a woman twice married. It was like warm velvet hugging my cock. Oh God, no wonder I came so soon. I'm sorry, you didn't make it, did you babe? I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help it."

"Shush, don't worry, I'm okay, I already told you that one was for you. I so wanted to let you just kick back and fuck me, to make up for all those early years when I wouldn't let you do it. I know one quickie doesn't make up for 3 years of rejection, but this can only happen this one night." I held his head in my hands, looking into his face, "Understand me Ray, we will never do this again after tonight, I love my husband way too much to ever cheat on him. He let me come here tonight, knowing that this was likely to happen, because I wanted it to. I wanted to finish what we started as teenagers."

"Do you want me to go now?" he asked forlornly.

"No silly, I want you here all night, I'm hoping that you can get it up again, let's just keep doing it. Let's stay awake all night, so we don't miss a moment."

His face brightened, "Oh Caroline, that would be great. Look babe, first things first, I owe you one." He was already sliding down the bed, his mouth paused at my breasts, sucked on them some more. That only kicked the pulsing inside me up another gear, my legs squirmed around, I needed to feel anything at my clit -- his fingers, my fingers, whatever I could use to stir my body to the orgasm that it now craved.

As his mouth devoured my nipples, one by one, I felt his fingers dipping down there, touching my clit. Yes, that's the spot, oh my God, his fingers felt just like they used to when he would get me off on the back porch or in his car. My hips began to hump up at his roaming fingers, moans emanating from my lips.

Now his mouth moved on from my breasts, his lips left a saliva trail across my belly. My God, his mouth was heading down there where I was now so messy, leaking his cum and my juices. My hand stopped his head inches away, "No Ray, you don't need to do that, it's a bit of a mess there."

"It's just your natural juices and my cum, babe, I can handle that," he assured me, knocking my restraining hand away. He used his fingers to separate my outer lips and his tongue plunged in there, licking up cum and my juices as he drove his tongue up to lick my pulsing clitoris and my arse left the bed, humping my hips up at his face.

Now I was where I wanted to be. It was a shame, I would have preferred my first orgasm with Ray in 28 years to have come from his plunging penis, but now that I was getting close, I would take anything and I recalled that his fingers and tongue had always been great.

I didn't hold back or try to stall it. I was taking no chances now, I needed to cum and he was getting me there quickly. The pulsing became a throbbing, racing through my lower body until it surfaced in an almighty pounding. I screamed out, "Oh yes Ray, that's what I needed. Oh yes, lick me! Lick me, oh don't stop!"

Normally I become quite sensitive when Peter keeps going after I have cum. But somehow I ignored the sensitivity of my pulsing clitoris and pushed Ray's tongue to bring me one long rolling orgasm where my finish just kept coming back again and again until I eventually lay back totally satisfied.

To be continued...