15 comments/ 21890 views/ 6 favorites My Coming Out - "Date Night" By: AtlantaGirl487 I glanced up at the calendar on the wall of Karen's kitchen. It hadn't seemed possible. It had been over a year since our first fateful meeting. On the other side of the table, Karen was on her cell phone, speaking with one of her partners in her clinical practice about a particular problem that they were having with one of the patients. As she spoke, I thought about the past year; and what a year it has been! It seems like everything has fallen into place. My husband Gary and I finally got off our butts and completed our graduate degrees and I'm even thinking of going for my PhD. (Whoa, "Dr. Lisa"? How cool would that be?) As for Karen and her husband Doug, it's been pretty much the same story. Karen was recruited by one of the major physical therapy clinics in the metro Atlanta area and, in no time at all, was made a full partner. As for Doug, his business is going great guns and he's even moved into a larger building. Although I hate to use a sports metaphor, it just seems that we're all "in the zone". So, at the risk of sounding like some smug bitch, I have to say that life has never been better. And, the relationship between the four of us has grown tremendously. As I may have mentioned before, Karen has become the sister that I never had and there isn't anything that I wouldn't confide in her. Of course, it goes without saying that the physical relationship(s) that I described last year have continued and have grown even stronger. Certainly, Karen and I would never stoop to anything as vulgar as saying that we "swap" husbands. Being "Southern" born and bred, we're much too genteel for anything such as that. We prefer to call it, "Husband Sharing". (I'm glad we got that out of the way.) At any rate, Karen ended her call. "So, what do you want to do this weekend?" she asked. I shrugged, "Same as always, I suppose." Karen scrunched up her face, "God, why don't we do something different?" I was slightly taken aback. "What are you talking about?" "Look, we do the same thing all the time. Twice a month, you and Gary come over here or Doug and I go over to your place. We sit around for awhile and then the guys take us upstairs and fuck our brains out." I pretended to be concerned. "Oh, my heavens honey. I had absolutely no idea that you were getting tired of having your brains fucked out." Karen gave me her most exasperated look. "You know better than that. It's just that it seems sometimes that we're in a rut." I thought it over. Karen did have a point. However, a lot of it was due to our busy lives. I mean, for the last year, Gary and I had been in classes at least two nights a week and both Karen and Doug had been working killer hours in their careers. Still, maybe Karen was on to something. Karen continued, "Look, I've thought it over. Why don't we have a 'date night'? I mean, we could really dress up, meet the guys at a nice hotel, have drinks and let them take us to their rooms. I mean, we'll still end up at the same place but, at least, it'll be something different. How long has it been since we've really dressed up? How long has it been since we've bought new dresses?" Wow! Now my interest was really piqued. During the past year, I think the only time Gary and I have really dressed up was for a Christmas party. In our teaching jobs, neither of us wears more than casual clothing and, as for Karen; she wears medical whites virtually all the time. Doug is the only one of us that really gets dressed up for work. And, even when the four of us go out for dinner, it's usually to a place where the dress code is casual. For the most part, Atlanta restaurants (except for the hoi polloi places down in Buckhead) have casual dress codes and, well, there are just very few places to get dressed up for. Karen pressed on her final point, "Hey, if nothing else, it's an excuse to go shopping." Uh oh, that really sealed the deal! I mean, any "Southern Girl" worth her salt will go shopping at the drop of a hat! "Do you think the guys will go for it?" I asked. "Hey, we have these guys so pussy whipped, they'll go for anything." I bent over laughing. The thought of these two macho guys being "pussy whipped" was too ludicrous to contemplate. Still, I have to admit, there has been a perceptible change in Gary during the last year. I mean, Gary has always been laid back; very little bothers him. However, since he's been bedding Karen, he's turned downright mellow. In our marriage, there used to be little "niggling" things that we would disagree about (whose turn it was to do the grocery shopping, etc.). However, in the last year, even these little disagreements have disappeared. So, what's the reason? Is it because of the enhanced sexual "arrangement"? Maybe, in a roundabout way, Karen had a point. At any rate, both Gary and Doug agreed to the "date", so Karen and I made for North Point Mall. Between us, we must have tried on a hundred dresses (all the while, giggling like a couple of school girls getting ready for the prom). Eventually, we made our choices; a hot little burgundy number for me and a clingy, equally hot, dress for Karen. No doubt, the dresses set us back plenty but both of us were just in the mood to strut our stuff. Saturday night, "Date Night", soon arrived. When I awoke Saturday morning and began making preparations, I noticed that my mood (that had begun in the mall) was, shall we say, considerably "enhanced". Look, everybody knows that there are certain times of the month that a woman feels, for want of a better word, "sexual". Yes, yes, yes, I know that it has to do with our hormones and that being "horny" is just part of our physiology. However, for me, there are times of the month where, I just don't want sex; I REALLY want sex. Karen and I have talked about this a lot and Karen describes her sensation of desire to be a "tingly" feeling "down there". For me, it's almost too hard to describe; it's sort of a combination of an "ache" and an "itch" that radiates from my lower abdomen into my vagina. To make a long story short, I woke up with this feeling on Saturday morning and the feeling seemed to increase every hour. As planned, I drove over to the hair stylist. I sometimes hate going there because it seems like each time that I'm there, a woman (either a stylist or customer) will be moaning and bitching about their relationship or lack of one. I've always hating listening to this. Hey, you make your bed and you sleep in it. It took awhile but finally I finished up; my hair was perfect down to the last follicle! I drove the short distance back to our home. I had less than two hours before the evening kicked off. Gary was getting his clothes ready for the evening when I came in the door. I looked at the suit laid out on the bed. "Hey, pretty spiffy. You going somewhere?" I asked in my best Southern draw. Gary smiled back, "You never know." Gary undressed and stepped into the shower. I prepared all my clothing and transferred everything I needed into the purse that I had picked especially to match my new dress. As Gary stepped from the shower, I quickly stepped in. Tilting my head back so that I didn't spoil my perfect 'do', I lathered up, rinsed, and stepped out. Not seeing Gary, I stepped over to the full length mirror while I toweled off. I studied the reflection in the mirror for a few seconds. Tanned, tight legs. Curvy butt. Flat belly (well, reasonably flat!). Breasts, well, they could be bigger but they'll do. Hair, perfect. All in all, not too bad. Good old Doug was definitely going to get lucky tonight! I saw Gary step back into the bedroom. All he was wearing was a pair of sexy blue briefs that I had given him. I looked back into the mirror turning my gaze down to my pubic area. Then the idea hit me; hey, there's always time to pull my hubby's chain, especially given the mood I'm in! I grabbed the can of "Skintimate" and my razor from the back of the sink. I quickly rubbed two dabs of cream on to my labia. "Oh, honey. Could you come here for just a few minutes? I need you to hold the mirror." I could see the puzzlement in his eyes but I kept on. "Here, sit on the edge of the tub. Now, hold the mirror. No, tilt it this way. Yes. Perfect." Of course, I didn't need to shave. I had carefully felt my pubic area while I was in the shower and knew that it was as slick as glass. While my pubic hair is really thick, it doesn't grow very quickly at all and I've found that I need to shave only once a week or so to totally eradicate the stubble. This has been one of the few things that Karen and I don't have in common. Karen has been waxing since she was in college but, as for me, the thought of having my hair waxed and then jerked out really leaves me cold. Additionally, I've always liked my "landing strip". Since my hair is thick, it really stands out since the rest of the area is totally bare. So now, I maneuvered the razor expertly, all the while looking at Gary out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were transfixed on my labia. I continued with my idle chatter all the while, "You know, Karen told me that she's really looking forward to tonight." Gary's eyes didn't move. "Oh, really?" was his only response. "Yup", I replied. I looked down at Gary's crotch and could plainly see the outline of his cock straining against the tight briefs. I stifled a laugh while I laid the razor down and gently sponged off the remaining shaving cream. Reaching back to the sink, I picked up a bottle of baby oil and squeezed a few drops on my index finger. Rubbing it into my labia gently and deliberately, I said softly, "Hey, aren't you supposed to pick Doug up in thirty minutes?" "Oh, yeah, right," He replied. "I'd better get moving." When he stood up, the bulge in his shorts was so big that I thought he was going to rip them. I again stifled a laugh. My husband is SO easy!!! Gary began to put his clothes on while I sat nude in front of my makeup mirror. Although I don't normally wear much makeup, tonight was a bit different. I carefully applied my mascara and lipstick and stood up to begin dressing. I put on my bra and had my panties almost over my hips when a "sudden inspiration" hit me. I thought about it for a brief instant and, not seeing Gary in the room (he had already completed dressing) quickly pushed my panties back down past my ankles. I carefully folded them and placed them in the bottom of my purse. Good old Doug was going to get the full "treatment" tonight. I took another careful look in the mirror. Hey, I was ready to roll. I eased into my new dress, straightened it, and fluffed my hair. I called for Gary to help me while I put on the drop-dead gorgeous earrings that he had given me for Christmas. "Hey honey, how about zipping me up?" I asked. When he complied, I took a couple of steps back and asked, "So, how do I look?" He shook his head and laughed, "My God, completely, totally, hot!" I smiled demurely. "Why, thank you honey. Don't you think you'd better get going?" He nodded and bent to kiss me goodbye. "Ah, Ah. No. No" I said, pointing to my cheek. You wouldn't want to mess with my makeup would you? Gary laughed and gave me a quick peck on my forehead. "Certainly not." I followed him out to the door opening to the garage. I stood in the doorway and waved, "Have fun, but not too much fun." Gary smiled, "Same to you." He backed his car out and I closed the door. I finished my preparations and waited for Karen. Suddenly I remembered something. Sprinting back to the bathroom, I retrieved a panty liner from under the sink, removed the wrapping and stuffed it down into my purse next to the panties. By now, I was very familiar with Doug and I didn't want my nice expensive dress messed up or Mrs. Pak, down at our dry cleaners, to have any reasons to gossip. My timing was great. At that moment, I heard Karen's car pull into our driveway. Running out, I jumped into the car. "Hey lady, you're looking good", she said. "You're looking pretty good yourself, honey", was my response. We quickly made it to Interstate 75 and headed south toward Atlanta. In no time at all, we were at the exit leading to the hotel. When we pulled into the parking lot, we both saw Gary's car and parked a few spaces away. Karen turned the car off and looked over at me. "Oh wow, this is going to be something else!" We both giggled hysterically. "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" I asked Karen. She giggled and nodded her head. I flipped up the front of my dress showing that I wasn't wearing any panties. Karen threw back her head and laughed, "Hey, do great minds think alike or not?" She turned toward me and lifted her dress. Her bare pussy glistened in the parking lot lights. Again, both of us broke up in paroxysms of laughter. "Wait a minute," I said. "You don't think they have security cameras here, do you?" "Oh, shit!" was her reply. Let's hurry and get inside before they think we're a couple of hookers!" We collected ourselves and walked through the parking lot into the hotel lobby. Hey, you can call us conceited but we looked GOOD. And, we turned more than a few heads. The guys working the front door fell all over themselves as we walked to the door and entered the lobby. I glanced at the mirrored walls as we walked past. Both of our dresses shimmered in the lights and our high heels clicked seductively as we walked slowly, deliberately down the hall leading to our separate destinations. Since this particular hotel has one bar adjoining the hotel restaurant and a smaller separate piano bar we decided to split up at that point and meet our "dates" at the prearranged places. We came to the place (the smaller bar) that I was to meet up with Doug. "Well, break a leg honey," Karen said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, sweetie," was my rejoinder. Karen laughed and walked toward her destination. I watched briefly as her small, tight behind disappeared down the hall. I took a deep breath and entered the small, dimly lit, bar. It was so dark that it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. However, I was able to see a large beefy arm gesturing in my direction. Now, I could clearly see Doug. I walked, in my same deliberate stride, back to him. Out of the corners of my eyes I could see both men and women looking at me, sizing me up. It didn't matter; I knew I was looking good. Whatever judgments they were making; I couldn't have cared less. Doug's eyes lit up when I got to his table. He was clearly impressed with both my entrance and appearance. I extended my hand casually to him, as if I hadn't seen him in months and said softly, "Doug, how have you been?" Doug was totally taken aback. At first, he didn't seem to know what to do but then he recovered and extended his hand while kissing me on the cheek. "Oh, very well...and getting better. How have you been?" I smiled back and said in mock disappointment, "Oh, you haven't ordered for me yet?" Doug's face registered shock, "Oh, no, sorry, right away." I looked down and giggled. OK, now I was going to have some fun. At that point, I went into total "Southern Bitch/Prick Teasing" mode. Maybe Doug knew that he was going to get me into bed, I was really going to make him work for it. I crossed my legs, which lifted my hemline to mid-thigh. I leaned back in my chair and gave him my sexiest smile. "Oh my, so what have you been doing with yourself? Anything interesting?" Doug is certainly no dummy and quickly caught on. "Oh, a little of this and a little of that. You know how it goes." He shifted his chair closer to me and casually put his hand on my knee. At that point I noticed that the table next to us, occupied by two women, had suddenly gone silent. Up to this point, they had been chattering like a pair of magpies but now there was absolute silence as they eyed up both Doug and I. Hey, this was going to be fun! The drinks arrived and Doug continued, "So, what have YOU been doing?" I took a sip of my drink coyly looking at him. "Oh, the same. It's been so hot that I haven't felt like doing anything. Oh, hardly anything." My Southern draw was becoming so thick that you could walk on it. I put my elbow on the arm of the chair and rested my chin on my index finger. "Of course, the only time I feel like doing ANYTHING is at night." "Yeah, I know what you mean," replied Doug. "Uh, say, would you like to take a little walk?" "Oh Honey, I'd LOVE to, but can't we have another drink? I'm just DYING of thirst." Doug pursed his lips. I looked down so that he couldn't see my smile. I could see that he was more than ready to go but I was enjoying myself. The second round of drinks arrived and I knew that it was time to turn the temperature up a bit. I gently lifted his hand and slowly re-crossed my legs doing my best Sharon Stone imitation. The bar may have been dimly lit but I knew that it was bright enough when Doug's eyes widened so far that I could only see the whites of them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy sitting at the bar that I hadn't seen before. There was no doubt that he had been looking at me; his mouth was so wide open that I thought it was going to hit his chest! I smiled and finished the second drink. "OK, let's go." Doug's voice was really getting an urgent tone to it. "Oh, honey, just one more and I PROMISE that we can go." This time, Doug bit into his lip and he nodded in a REALLY terse tone, "OK." The third drink arrived and I could see that Doug was really getting impatient. I kept up my flirtation but I sped up the consumption of my drink until it was gone. "Oh, I think I'm getting a little bit tipsy", I purred. "Do you have anything that could help me?" "Yeah, I've got just what you need," Doug replied. "Let's go!" I giggled as Doug helped me to my feet. "Good night ladies", I giggled to the women at the next table. Both of them glared daggers back at me. I think that every eye in the bar was on us as we began to walk out; partly because of me but mostly because of Doug's bulk (I mean, people do tend to notice a six foot, eight inch, two hundred and ninety pounder!). Doug's huge hand completely encircled my bicep has he guided me out of the bar and toward the elevators. Neither one of us spoke as we boarded the elevator to the fourth floor. His hand never left my arm as he walked me to the door of our room. He inserted the card key and pushed me through the open door. The room was absolutely plush. The hotel was everything that I had heard about it. "Oh, this is beautiful Doug," Doug released my arm and I sashayed over to the couch. "Oh, I'm SO wasted", I purred. I plopped myself down and laid back with my arms out at my sides. Doug stood, looking down at me with a twisted little smile. "Honey", I said, "I've never seen you looking more handsome, but wouldn't you like to get out of that suit?" Doug's smile turned into a leer. Without a word, he took off his jacket while, at the same time kicking off his shoes. His tie, shirt and trousers quickly followed. His socks and T-Shirt flew off even faster. I pulled the hem of my dress up past the middle of my thighs. This time, I didn't cross my legs. His leer became even greater as he got an eyeful of my "little flower". I gazed back at his midsection; the bulge in his briefs was almost frightening. He saw where I was looking and very slowly drew the waistband down revealing first, the huge cock head follow by the totally swollen shaft and gigantic balls. He quickly pushed the briefs down over his ankles and kicked them across the room. He stood with his hands on his hips; obviously he liked showing off his manhood. "Ooh", I murmured aloud. Although I had seen that cock several times in the past year, it still excites me. (I don't know how much time that Karen and I have spent discussing our husbands' cocks during the time we've known each other but I know that it's been several hours!) Whereas Gary's cock has a slight bend upwards, Doug's member has a very pronounced upward curve. And, (probably due to his Italian heritage) Doug's cock is considerably darker than Gary's. And, yes, Doug's cock is longer and a bit thicker than Gary's. But, before you read too much into that, consider this: Karen and I are thoroughly convinced that we're getting the best of both worlds. In other words, our "husband sharing" arrangement isn't based on size; it's based on variety. And, as the French say: "Viva La Difference." My Coming Out - "Date Night" As Doug stood before me, I was totally enjoying "La Difference"! His engorged member was so engorged that it was literally pointing at the ceiling. I could clearly see the veins running up the huge shaft. I pushed myself off the couch and raised my hands over my head, "Would you be a sweetie and unzip me?" As I turned, Doug quickly stepped over and unzipped my dress. I shrugged my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He quickly unhooked and removed my bra. His huge hands roughly cupped my breasts as he kissed my neck. He abruptly spun me around. "You really enjoyed teasing me tonight, didn't you?" he asked. His right hand again firmly encircled my bicep while the left hand began sliding down my belly. "Oh honey, no, I wasn't teasing you", I murmured up at him, "I mean, I was just.....OH, MY GOD!!" When his left hand had reached my crotch, I had spread my legs slightly for him but instead of stroking me, as he usually did, the huge hand completely enveloped my pussy and he totally lifted me off the floor! "OH HONEY, OH MY GOD! HONEY!!!!" was all that I could exclaim. I was squealing like an eighteen year old girl loosing her virginity. I mean, I've always playfully wrestled around with guys; sometimes at the pool, they've thrown me in the water. Heck, every girl has done that. However, I've NEVER, EVER, been picked up by THAT! As I mentioned before, Doug is strong and I mean REALLY strong. Even though Gary can bench press close to two hundred pounds, Doug easily presses more than that. (I'm not sure how much, but the guy is tremendously strong.) At any rate, Doug had completely picked me off the floor and my legs were running furiously, even though my feet were a foot off the floor. Thankfully, his fingers didn't penetrate me; that would have really hurt! I couldn't do anything! I grabbed his huge left bicep and held on desperately. "No honey, I wasn't teasing! Honest!" "Yes you were," came his calm reply, "But, you're not going to do it anymore, are you?" "Oh no, honey! Never again!" Doug laughed and carried me over to the bed. "Are you sure? Really sure?" "Oh, My God, yes! I'm sure!" Doug laughed and with one motion threw me on the bed. I landed on my back and bounced several inches high. In an instant, Doug was on the bed, kneeling between my shaking legs. His huge erection bobbed from side to side. "Spread your legs", he commanded. I regained some of my composure and smiling up at him, parted my legs. "Wider", Doug ordered. I immediately complied. "No, wider!" I gritted my teeth and opened as wide as I could without pulling a muscle. Doug reached over me to grab a pillow. "Lift your ass. Now!" I certainly wasn't going to wait to be lifted up by my little coochie so I immediately raised my butt so that he could position the pillow at the small of my back. Doug leered down at my pussy. Gripping his rigid cock at the base, he guided the big thing to where the head was pressed against my totally moist lips. "God, you've got a beautiful pussy. I've loved your pussy since the first time that I fucked you." "Oh", I thought, "Now this is different." Since Gary and I had our session with Mike, for some reason, we started to indulge in large amounts of "dirty talk" in the bedroom. And, I mean some REALLY dirty talk. I tell Gary, in no uncertain graphic terms exactly what I want him to do to me and he does the same. I don't know what triggered this. To you "Junior Psychologists" reading this, maybe it's due to our repressed Baptist upbringing or something like that. All I know is that Gary and I really turn each other on when we "get dirty". Karen, for her part, curses like a sailor and will get graphic at the drop of a hat. On the other hand, Doug is the perfect "Southern Gentleman"; I mean he hardly ever curses and, in the bedroom, very seldom says anything remotely vulgar. Tonight, however, was a completely different story. Maybe it was my teasing that put him over the top; maybe it was something else. All I know is, I liked it! Doug continued stroking my pussy with his big cock head, moving it from my clit, downwards, and back again, talking all the while. "Oh yeah, your pussy is getting so wet. So fucking wet. God, I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight. I'm going to fuck you so hard you're not going to be able to walk." "Uh Oh", I thought, "I'm going to get the porn star treatment tonight." But then, at the same time, a little voice went off in my head, "So what?" I just laid back, waiting, with my eyes closed, enjoying Doug's talk and the sensation of his cock head against the lips of my pussy. I have to admit, when Karen first told me of Doug's penchant for "going porn star" with her, I didn't believe it. However, after the first time with him, I realized that every word of what she told me was true. I have never had a guy between my legs who can go as long (and hard) as Doug can. I mean, he can go for an hour or more without coming; I've never seen anything like it. I've had guys in the past that could go for thirty minutes or more but nothing like Doug. In Gary's case, he occasionally will go for thirty or more minutes but most of the time it's in the fifteen to twenty minute range. (This is totally fine with me since I can usually have multiple orgasms in this kind of time frame.) If any of you women reading this think that you'd like to be screwed for an hour or more; well, be careful of what you wish for. Tonight though, as far as I was concerned, Doug could do anything he wanted to. I began to move my hips slightly. The "ache" and "itch" that I had been experiencing all day were coming to their peak; egged on by that huge cock head at my opening. I arched my back and moved my hips higher. Doug didn't miss the hint. I felt the cock head begin to go into me. "OH GOD, YES!!!" I was totally incapable of holding it in. I didn't wait for him to push my legs back. I pulled my knees toward me and tried to spread my legs even further. I felt his strong hands pushing the backs of my thighs as he playfully moved the cock head in and out. I was gasping, "Come On. Come On. Come ON!!" Suddenly with one quick, savage move, Doug buried the entire length of his tool deep inside me. The abruptness of the move caught me by surprise and any other time might have hurt but I was so ready (and so horny) that I welcomed every inch of it, "OH, GOD, YES, YES, YESSSSSS!" He didn't give me an instant to get used to the giant tool. Instead, he began slamming me repeatedly, over and over. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, God, your pussy is so hot! Oh Yeah!" I threw my hands over my head to press against the headboard. His ramming became even harder. I briefly opened my eyes but all I could focus on (besides the ceiling) were my beautiful burgundy shoes (will stiletto heels, of course) that were above my head. I closed my eyes again, concentrating on the big tool that I was barely accommodating. I'm not sure when it happened but my concentration was interrupted by a loud BANG of something hitting the wall, followed moments later by an equally loud BANG! I opened my eyes and, looking up, noticed that my beautiful shoes were gone! "My God," I thought to myself, "I'd been screwed hard in the past but never out of my shoes!" I don't think that Doug even noticed. He was too intent upon making good on his threat to fuck me so hard that I wouldn't be able to walk. As far as I was concerned, he was almost there! Given my state of "horniness" and Doug's almost savage screwing, it was almost inevitable that I would be having an orgasm and an intense one at that. I began gasping as the feeling hit me and, despite Doug's firm grip, I began to jerk my hips. Doug knew exactly what to do. With one brutal thrust, he forced every inch of his cock into me and pinned me firmly without moving. I thought I was going to go out of my mind with pleasure, "YES, OH DEAR GOD, YES! YES! YES!" My feet furiously pumped back and forth. "OH, DAMMITT! YES! YES! YES!" The orgasm was so intense that I felt like passing out. However, Doug was just getting started. "Damn, you're a hot little bitch. Your pussy is so hot. So hot!" Abruptly, he pulled his tool out. "Roll over! Roll over! NOW!" I was totally out of breath but I quickly complied, raising myself up on to my hands and knees. "No!" A big hand on my shoulder pushed me down. I immediately dropped, putting my hands, head, and shoulders on the bed. "Raise that hot little ass!" Higher!" I struggled to push my butt higher. "I SAID raise your ass!" SMACK! The sound of his open hand slapping my ass startled me even more than the stinging sensation that I felt. Good Lord! What had gotten into this guy? Again, I pushed my butt skyward and, again, I felt the big cock head at my entrance. In an instant, the big tool was firmly embedded in me. I gasped as I struggled to relax and accommodate him. Doug was very pleased with the view. "Oh yeah", he murmured, "Oh yeah. Look at that little pussy stretch. Oh yeah. Your little pussy looks great taking my cock. I'm going to feed that little pussy so much cock, she won't know what to do with it". Although I was enjoying the "dirty talk" and the sensation, I was certainly in no position to talk. Instead, I grabbed two fistfuls of the bedspread and held on for dear life. Suddenly Doug stopped, with his cock buried securely inside me. "Give me your hands!" he demanded. "Huh?" was the only reaction I had. Now what? "GIVE me your hands!" he again demanded. Slowly, hesitantly, I reached one arm back to him which he roughly grabbed by the forearm. "Now the other!" I tentatively reached the other arm back to where he could grab. Firmly grasping my forearms, I felt him position himself. He withdrew about four or five inches of his cock. Suddenly, and with all the force he could muster, he drove the length of his tool back into me. I thought I was going to yell my head off, "OH SHIT! OH MY GOD! OH SHIT!!!" Doug tightened his grip on my forearms as he began to hammer me again. All that could be heard was the unmistakable splat of flesh against flesh and my anguished (and lustful) moaning. I could feel my exquisite earrings bouncing back and forth (seeming to keep time with my breasts). I knew that my perfect hairdo was a thing of the past. And then some. Doug was clearly enjoying himself. Stopping he asked in a mocking voice, "Now, are you sure that you're never going to tease me again? Are you sure?" "Oh No, honey. I promise I'll never tease you again. I promise. I promise. I promise", I moaned. "Oh, you know, I don't believe you. I just don't believe you're sincere", he replied with the same mocking tone. With that, he resumed his pounding of my helpless little pussy. "I just think you're lying to me." "Oh No, honey. I promise I'm not lying." Still, I can't deny that I was having sensations that were more than a little pleasurable. The feeling of complete helplessness and being completely dominated by Doug were far outweighing anything else. It seemed like we continued in that position for hours even though it probably wasn't for more than ten or fifteen minutes. All I can remember is that I had never been pounded so hard, for so long, in my life. Finally, Doug withdrew from me, released my arms and jerked me to a standing position. I was still moaning from the pounding that my now-red little coochie had endured. He roughly led me over to the couch. "Stand up there", he ordered. What in the world was he going to do NOW? I awkwardly climbed up on the couch. My legs were so weak, I would have probably fallen off if Doug hadn't been steadying me with one beefy hand. "Turn around. Bend over. BEND OVER! Squat down lower!" I had no idea what he was going to do. Surely, we weren't going to screw here. I mean, it would have been like trying to fuck on a trampoline. I must have looked like some doofuss trying to water ski for the first time. Suddenly, I felt the cock back inside me; maybe two or three inches of it. "Give me your hands. NOW!" Doug demanded. My legs were shaking like crazy; partly from trying to balance on the sofa and partly from the hard screwing that Doug had just given me. He again grabbed me by my forearms and drove the remainder of his cock into me. "OH SHIT!" I yelled out. This time it really felt like I couldn't take any more. I must have looked totally comical. I mean, when Doug started screwing me again, it was like we had a huge rubber band connecting us. His torso would hit my butt, propelling me out and his strong hands would pull me downward until I was completely impaled again. Again, all that could be heard was the flesh on flesh sound intermingled with my moaning. Thankfully, Doug didn't keep me in that position for too long. After a few minutes, he took his cock out and led me back to the bed. Putting me on my back, with a pillow firmly anchored under my butt, Doug arranged our legs so that we were perfectly intertwined. "Oh, this is more like it", I thought to myself. I had seen this position in porno movies before, but for some reason, Gary and I had never really tried it. However, now, I could see that we had really been missing out on something! After Doug had gotten our legs perfectly arranged, he again entered me and stretched out to where our bodies were almost at 90 degree angles. I had the best, most delicious view that I think that I've ever had! As I've mentioned in previous stories, I'm a visual person and have always been. I'm totally turned on by watching myself being penetrated; for me, it's a powerful image. Heretofore, either I've been on top looking down or on my back looking "down there". Sure, I've enjoyed it, but in this new position it seemed like there was nothing else; nothing to distract from the joining of our "good parts". Sound stupid? Maybe. But that's just the way I felt. I opened my top leg as far as possible so that Doug could do as he wished. (As for my other leg; forget it. It was totally immobilized by Doug's gigantic thigh.) Doug eased his big member into me, all the way to his balls. I became totally, completely, one hundred percent mesmerized by the sight. In some ways, it was like looking at another person. Doug seemed to realize what I was feeling and said nothing. He pushed himself up and rested on his elbow while he moved against me. OK. Let me say something stupid. I know that you won't understand this but, in a manner of speaking, "Doug the Man" went away and was replaced by "Doug the Cock". I stared down at the beautiful sight, unable to tear my eyes away. The huge pole would slide backward for five or six inches and then back into me until all that I could see was a pair of tennis ball sized testicles. The pole was absolutely gorgeous, glistening from my own fluids and the moisture served to illuminate every vein on it. The sight was indescribable. The feeling of being penetrated, invaded, taken, or whatever you wish to call it was so powerful that I began to shake. I turned my attention and my gaze more to my pussy. Doug had been absolutely right. My little coochie WAS being stretched. And, yes, she did look great taking his cock! My hand went down between us and I rested two fingers on the big pole, playfully feeling its slick surface as it went back and forth. I moved my hand so that I could see my clitoris. She was sticking out like the proverbial "sore thumb"; insistent, demanding attention. I turned my torso slightly, until my love button was being grazed by the equally insistent cock. That did it. I knew then I was headed for not just an orgasm but an earthshaking one. I began to breathe in a sobbing fashion, struggling to keep from crying out. "Don't Stop. Don't Stop, Please Don't Stop" was all that I could say. Again, I've got to say something stupid; I wasn't talking to Doug. I was talking to his cock. It was THAT good! Then, the "earthquake" began. I bit down on my lip and gripped Doug's thigh. My legs began to quiver uncontrollably. "A little more. A little more. A little more", I sobbed. Doug was proving that he was an absolute master. He began to take shorter strokes, a couple of inches out and then back in. I threw my head back and totally lost it, "YES! YES! YOU'RE SO DAMN GOOD! YES!" The waves went over me like a Tsunami. I can't tell how long my orgasm lasted but I know that when I finished, I actually had tears running down my cheeks. My fine hairdo was totally down in my face. I brushed the hair aside and for the first time in minutes looked at Doug's face. He was sweating profusely and breathing as hard as I was. I pushed away from him and repositioned myself on the bed. I grabbed the pillow and put it under my ass. Looking up at him, I grabbed my legs under my knees and pulled them back as far as I could while at the same time spreading my legs. "Come on baby.....Come on baby....Come on baby!" I pleaded. "Come on...Come on...Come ON!." Doug grinned as he positioned himself on top of me. No more teasing; No more games; No more talk! He quickly eased the big head back into me, followed by his entire length. I grunted loudly, "Yeah, That's it! That's it! YES!" He looked down at me with complete, total lust in his eyes. He began to really slam it into me only with a greater urgency. He wasn't going to hold back any longer. Now, he was ready to finish. He hadn't been pounding me for more than a minute when he gave a loud grunt, "Oh God, your pussy feels SO GREAT!" I laughed, almost hysterically, "I know honey! I KNOW!!" With one final thrust, he buried his cock up to his gigantic balls. I squeezed my legs against him as tight as I could and dug my fingernails into his back. He grunted like a bear, "Uh, Shit, Uh!" I closed my eyes and smiled up at the ceiling. I felt the big pole convulsing inside me. I forgot to count the number of times but I know that it was more than four or five. Before the last one even happened, I felt his semen leaking out of my pussy and making a trail down between the cheeks of my ass. I couldn't help it; I broke out in a totally weird laugh, "You're so DAMN GOOD!" For a few moments Doug didn't move and the only thing I could feel the big pole contracting inside me. Then, Doug smiled down at me and rolled off, putting a big arm under me and pulling me close. We were both breathing as if we had just completed a marathon. Neither of us spoke for the next ten or fifteen minutes. Finally, I rolled over toward him and rested my head on his chest. "Honey, that was absolutely fantastic", I murmured. "No fucking lie", he replied. Both of us chuckled at his response. We lay there for another few minutes. Neither one of us wanted to say (or hear) anything. It was as if nothing could adequately convey the feelings of complete physical satisfaction that both of us had experienced. I finally spoke, "Do you think that Karen and Gary have finished yet?" "Oh, either way it doesn't really matter," Doug replied, "Gary and I agreed that you and Karen would be going twice tonight." I pushed myself up with mock indignation, "What do you mean, You and Gary agreed? Do you think that Karen and I are just a couple of sluts?" Doug looked up with a satisfied grin, "Well, now that you mention it...." I broke out laughing and made a motion as if to hit him, "You jerks! Karen and I are going to cut you guys off for a month and then we'll see what happens!" Doug laughed loudly, "Yeah, I'll just bet that you cut us off. There wouldn't be a single battery left in Wal-Mart because you guys would be using them all for your vibrators!" I looked back at him with mock seriousness, "Hmmm, you may just have a point." Both of us broke out laughing again. We laid there for a few more minutes and my left hand went lazily down Doug's belly until it got to his crotch. I gently cupped my hand under his gigantic balls, looked up at him and smiled, "Honey, I have to tell you, you have the biggest balls that I've every seen on a man." My Coming Out - "Date Night" Doug laughed, "The first time that Karen and I went to bed, I thought she was going spend the entire time examining them. All she could say was that my balls belonged on a horse and not a man. Honest to God, by the time that we left the motel, I thought she was going to trace an outline of them." I giggled, "I can't say that I blame her." My hand left his balls and I gently passed my fingernails over the flaccid, but still thick shaft. Doug rolled me over onto my back and nuzzled again my neck. In a deep whisper, he said, "You know, I'd really like to fuck you again. I really need to get my cock back into that hot little pussy of yours.' Whoa! Doug's "dirty talk" was clearly not a one time thing! Had Gary tipped him off that I liked to hear it in the bedroom? I thought about it for all of two seconds and came up with the answer; I couldn't care less! "Oh yeah?" I murmured. What makes you think that I'm going to let you fuck me again? Do you think I want your big cock in my pussy?" "You know you want me to fuck you again; you know you want it." "OK, I might let you." I slid over on top of him and pushed myself down. I ran my lips all the way down his torso, pausing only briefly for an occasional kiss or teasing bite. In seconds, I had my lips pressed against his cock head. I wrapped my hand around the shaft. Doug pushed himself up on his elbows and I could see the leer beginning to come over his face. "Lick around the head. Lick around it. That's it. Now put the head in your mouth." Looking up at him, I did exactly what he ordered. I could feel the big rod growing in my hand. Doug continued with his talk, "It tastes good doesn't? You like sucking my cock don't you?" With the big tool almost fully erect, I nodded up at him. I hadn't closed my eyes since I had started and this clearly turned him on. I began to draw my tongue back and forth across the head (which was no easy task, given the size of both the head and shaft). Doug's head began to bob back and forth. I thought (and hoped) for a moment that he was about to pop. However, he regained his composure, murmuring, "OK baby, further down, further down," He urged, putting his hand on the back of my head, "Just a little more. Come on." It seemed like my eyes were about to pop out as I contemplated both the girth and length of Doug's tool. I was already at my limit; I mean my lips were impossibly stretched and the head seemed to completely fill my mouth. I let out a muffled groan and I knew that I was very close to gagging. Thankfully, Doug realized that I was at my absolute limit and pushed me back off his now swollen rod. With one motion he rolled me over so that I was squarely on my back and he was between my outstretched legs. As he had done earlier, he moved the big head up and down; between my labia. I began to moan softly. My pussy was still impossibly sensitive (and a little sore) from the first session and I knew that I didn't want him to go as long as he had then. I pushed myself up on elbows, looking down at our genitals and then back up at him, "Don't hold back this time. Just give it to me. Give it to me. Come ON!" This time it was me that was giving the orders and Doug certainly wasn't going to argue. With two pushes, he was entirely inside me. I leaned back and gritted my teeth. A low moan escaped from my throat. It seemed like I could feel every inch of his pole and even though I was well lubricated from his orgasm, I was still struggling to accommodate all of it. And then the most marvelous thing happened; Doug began to cum! I was delighted. I didn't care if I had an orgasm or not; I just wanted to feel that big tool go off inside me again. I arched my back and murmured up at him, "That's it. That's it. It's OK. Let me have it." Doug's face contorted and he began to gasp, "Damn! Oh Yeah! Yeah! YEAH!" I dug my fingernails into Doug's back and closed my eyes. This time, I was careful to count the number of convulsions that the big pole made inside me. One, Two, Three, Four, and then finally, violently, Five! Again, I could feel his fluids seeping out of me. Totally delicious! I murmured up at him, "Leave it in. Leave it in. Don't you dare pull out!" Doug looked down at me and we smiled at each other. "You know, you did pretty good tonight." I said. "Oh, you weren't bad yourself", was his reply. He rolled off me and we quietly lay next to each other for the next ten minutes. I was in a daze; half asleep and half awake when the sound of our room's telephone jarred me to my senses. "What; Who in the world is that?" I asked Doug. I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the receiver. "Room 418, this is Hotel Security. We've had several reports of loud noises from your room." My face turned red as the feminine nasal voice on the other end continued, "Would you like us to send someone up there?" "Uh, Uh, I, no," I stammered. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of Karen's belly laugh. "Gotcha!" she screamed, laughing even louder. Now, it was my turn to scream, "You bitch! Don't you have anything better to do?" Karen continued, "Hey, I couldn't help myself. What do you think? Is it time for a prisoner exchange?" I turned to Doug, blew him a kiss, and replied, "I guess we can release our prisoners. I think they've probably learned their lesson." Karen giggled, "I know mine has. Ten minutes?" I agreed and hung up the phone. I lay back down on the bed and Doug and I shared a long kiss. "Hey," he said, "When are we getting back together again?" I looked down at him and replied with mock disdain, "Oh, I don't know. That's up to your wife and me. We'll let you know when we're good and ready." Doug put his hands under his head, "Bullshit. Do you think that Gary and I are just a couple of cocks that you and Karen can play with?" I was ready with my reply, "Well, now that you mention it..." Doug snorted and pushed me off the bed. Giggling, I got up and began to dress. I quickly hooked my bra and reached into my purse for my panties. Taking a quick glance to where Doug was dressing, I hurriedly pushed the panty liner into position and pulled my panties up. I took a moment to feel the sensation. Doug had emptied his gigantic balls into me twice and I hoped the panty liner would hold until I got home. Pulling my dress back over my head, I straightened it as Doug came over to zip me up. "You know, I've always liked pulling your zipper down a lot more." he said. I turned around and smiled up at him, "Yeah, I feel the same way." I stepped over to the mirror and broke out laughing. My fine, expensive hairdo looked like it had run into a South Georgia tornado. As for my makeup; forget it. I reached into my purse for my comb and realized that it wasn't going to make any difference. I looked every bit like the proverbial woman who has been ridden hard and put away wet! Getting the feeling that I was forgetting something, I retrieved my shoes from either side of the bed. Not feeling like putting them on, I held them over one shoulder as I headed for the door. Doug walked me to the door and smiled down at me, "I'm looking forward to seeing you again." I looked up at his handsome face and winked, "You mean, you're looking forward to fucking me again." Doug laughed loudly, "OK, so you caught me." He moved forward and gently pushed his hands across my breasts, "But then, that's not bad is it?" "No, that's not all bad", I replied, "See you soon." We kissed again and I stepped into the hallway. I walked to the elevators and laughed again as I saw my reflection in the big brass doors. I was a complete, total mess! I rode up to Gary and Karen's floor. As I stepped off the elevator, I could see Karen stepping out of their room. As Karen strolled toward me, I broke out laughing. Although she had remembered to put her shoes on, the combination of the stiletto heels and her pained, pigeon-toed stride made her look like an adolescent girl on heels for the first time. Obviously, Gary had also been in a "take charge" mode! As we got closer, I laughed even more. Her hair and makeup were in even worse shape than mine! "Hey honey, you look like hell", were her first words to me. I was quick to reply, "You look like hell yourself. Who did you fuck? The football team or the band?" Her reply was equally quick, "I'll never tell." In the same breath, she blurted out, "Was this a GREAT idea or what?" Laughing, I reached forward and hugged her, "Yeah, I have to admit; this was one of your better ones. Three o'clock tomorrow?" "You bet." Since Karen and I began "sharing husbands", it's been our habit to meet on the following day and "compare notes" on how our hubbies did the previous evening. It was clear that tomorrow we would have a lot to talk about! As Karen began her elevator ride down, I walked up to Gary's room. I knocked on the door and when Gary opened it up, he began to laugh. I ignored the laugh and smiled up at him, "Hiya sailor. Did you order room service?" "As a matter of fact", he replied, "I was thinking more along the lines of some home cooking." "Oh, OK by me", I responded. Gary stepped to the bed and retrieved his jacket. Arm in arm, we left the hotel and walked to our car. A light rain had started and the wet pavement felt good on my bare feet. Maneuvering out of the parking lot, we quickly got onto I75 North. As Gary drove up Interstate, his right hand moved over to my knee and up my thigh. I leaned my head back on the headrest and looked out the passenger window. Well, it looked like Karen hadn't used up all he had. It's not that often that Gary goes three times in one night but it was evident that tonight was going to be one of those times. I looked out into the darkness as we approached our exit. Off in the distance but clearly visible was the steeple of the Baptist "megachurch" that we attend. I was just congratulating myself on having my Sunday lesson ready for the following day when it hit me: Sweet little Lisa, erstwhile teacher of the "Young Crusaders" Sunday School class was on her way home, where she would be nailed for the third time that evening; this time by her husband. I chuckled to myself and murmured, "Praise the Lord". "What did you say?" Gary asked. "Oh, nothing honey. I was just thinking out loud", was my reply. Ten minutes later, we pulled into our garage. As the automatic door was still coming down, Gary was out of the car and opening up my door. "OK, let's go", he said, his voice sounding more like a policeman than a husband. He reached in and took my elbow practically pulling me out of the car. I was glad that I had put my pumps back on while we were driving home. We stepped from the garage into the living room. Gary was roughly, insistently, guiding me toward the bedroom. "Oh honey, just give me a second to go to the bathroom and I'll be right with you." Gary snorted with more than a little derision, "The only place you're going is flat on your back." "Oh, OK," I replied in a small, compliant voice. If he didn't mind the mess, then neither did I! I threw my purse on the dresser, walked up to the bed, and with my back still turned toward him, raised my arms into the air. Without a word, Gary unzipped me and lifted the dress over my head. I turned to face my husband. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed passionately; our tongues going deeply into each other's mouth. His hands went behind me and unhooked my bra. I pushed my stiff nipples into his chest with all the force I could muster. Escaping my embrace, Gary stepped back and gently pushed me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as he quickly undressed. As he stripped down to his dark blue briefs, I admired the body that I had fallen in love with over twelve years before. Now Gary stood straight, leering down at me with the same lust that Doug had demonstrated only hours before. I could see the huge bulge in his briefs. He quickly pushed the briefs down and stood before me. With one hand, he cradled his balls and then with the other hand began to slide it back and forth on the stiffening shaft. Was I excited? MY GOD, YES! I looked from Gary's fully erect cock up to his eyes. Then, lifting my ass, I slowly pushed my panties down to my ankles and kicked them off. I looked back up at Gary with my sexiest gaze when I saw his look go from one of lust to humor. Looking down at my crotch, I saw with ABSOLUTE horror that my panty liner was firmly stuck to my pussy! "OH MY GOD", I screamed to myself, "I AM SUCH A FUCKING DORK!" My face burned as Gary laughed, "Hey baby, is that a new fashion fad?" I looked up at him and made a face, "Very funny. Very fucking funny." Still looking at him, I reached down and gently peeled the liner off. I flipped it over to the floor and began to concentrate on regaining my composure. I believed that I knew exactly how to do it and I was absolutely right. I spread my legs and looked back at him. "If that's the way that you're going to be, I just think that I'm not going to let you fuck me tonight. What do you think of that?" Gary's lustful look returned in a heartbeat. He moved to the side of the bed and reaching over, moved my head close to his stiff cock. "No. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to like it and there's not a fucking thing that you can do about it." I looked up at him. Now we were back in sync. "Oh, OK." I moved my head closer to him, parted my lips and began to gently lick the head of his cock. Not surprisingly, I was able to readily detect Karen's essence and taste. I took a closer look. There was still a blotch of Karen's lipstick close to the base. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah." Gary began to murmur. Now Gary moved around to the foot of the bed and clambered on, spreading my legs and pushing my legs back. With my ankles firmly on his shoulders, he began massaging the folds of my sloppy wet vagina with his cock head. "Oh Yeah", he continued, "You have the greatest pussy in the world. I love fucking you. I love fucking you so much." "Hmmm", I thought to myself, "So, two guys are hot for my pussy and love to fuck me? Any more of this, and I'll be tempted to break out into a couple of bars of 'It's Hard To Be Humble!" But Gary wasn't finished with his 'dirty talk', "Your pussy is so fucking wet. So wet. I think it's time to get her even wetter." With that, and with one violent, savage move he buried the stiff cock in me. "OH, WHOA! SHIT! MY GOD!", I yelled out. If my pussy hadn't been so full of Doug's love juices, it would have probably really hurt. As it was, it was still a shock. After that first hard thrust, Gary really began to nail me. Completely disregarding my yelps of, "Oh! Wait! Honey! Honey!" he continued to relentlessly pound me until my cries were replaced by a continuous moan. For awhile, Gary slowed his total ravaging of me, "Um, you're so great. You're so fucking great. You know you're great, don't you?" Through half closed eyes, I leered back at him, "Yeah, I know I'm great. I know. You're not going to stop are you?" Gary face was one of pure, unadulterated lust. I mean, he wasn't a bit concerned about anything but pounding me into complete submission. "No, I'm never going to stop" he gasped. Maybe he was totally in charge but that didn't stop me from a little more "dirty talk" on my part. "Oh baby, don't come inside me. Doug already came inside me twice and I don't think I want anymore tonight." Gary's face became even more lustful, "You're going to take every drop and you're going to love every drop. UNDERSTAND?" "Oh, baby. Oh Baby." I again arched my back so that I could accommodate every inch of him. The "dirty talk" was exciting me as much as it did Gary. I looked up at him, "I'm almost there honey. Almost there. Almost there." Gary is no slouch when it comes to getting me off and tonight he was at the absolute top of his game. With my ankles still on his shoulders, he placed his hands on the tops of my thighs, pulling me even closer to him. His pounding didn't lesson, but now he would only pull back two or three inches before slamming his cock back home. I luxuriated in my helplessness as I grabbed handfuls of the sheets. I gritted my teeth and looked up at the ceiling through teary eyes, "Yeeeesssss! NOW! OH GOD, YES!" Taking his cue, Gary stopped his thrusting. My body seemed as if it were on "autopilot", with my butt coming completely off the bed, time and time again. Gary, bless his heart (and fantastic cock!), remained motionless as the waves from my orgasm swept over me and gradually subsided. I looked up at him through glazed eyes and murmured, "You wonderful fantastic bastard." Gary smiled down at me and brushed one of his hands over my swollen nipples. At that point, I was so totally satiated that he could have probably hung me from the ceiling fan but now he had one, and only one, thing on his mind. He quickly reached over and pinned my hands over my head. With my ankles still on his shoulders, he had me exactly where he wanted me. Again, he resumed his relentless pounding. I moaned in a continuous tone, which was interrupted with each of Gary's hard thrusts. Although Karen and I have always joked about "having our brains fucked out", this was one of those times that the phrase was turning into reality; at least in the figurative sense. Gary must have pounded me for another five minutes when, thankfully, I felt his body tense and his breathing become labored. I smiled up at the ceiling and murmured, "That's it lover. That's it. That's it." With one final brutal thrust, Gary stopped, "Oh, Sweet Jesus! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!" I remained motionless and tried to concentrate on the convulsions from his thick cock. It took me a few moments that I realized that I couldn't feel anything! My poor little coochie was almost totally numb! I broke out with a wild giggle. What had these guys done to me? Gary looked down at me with a totally satisfied smile. As Gary withdrew from me, I could feel the sticky liquid, again running down the crack in my butt. At least I could still feel that! Gary laid back and I snuggled next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. As I lay there, I took a quick "inventory" of my body. My jaw still had a slight ache from trying to accommodate Doug's huge prick. My shoulders still ached from his pulling on my arms when he had been slamming me from behind. The insides of my thighs still ached from their extended spreading from both Doug and Gary. But, what about the "ache" and "itch" that I had felt all day long? Hey, totally, completely, deliciously, GONE! I giggled, this time to myself, as I realized that, instead of "aching" and "itching" my tender little "lady parts" felt like boiled macaroni! I moved my head around to look up at Gary's face. He was asleep. Well, I couldn't hold that against him, I thought lewdly, after going three times in the space of a few hours, maybe he deserved his rest. I looked up at the window. Outside, it had begun to rain again, and I could see flashes of lightning. It was the perfect ending to a fantastic day. I looked back at Gary and thought about how our lives were going and where we had been. I hearkened back to my days at the University of Georgia. It seems incredible now but, at times, I really thought that I knew all there was to know about sex and love. Now, I realize that I didn't know a damn thing. And now? Well, let's just say that I now know more and it's been a great trip. And, what's next? I don't know but whatever it is, Gary and I will be up for it!