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Sharing Ch. 01

By: Sven the Elder



Sharing Ch. 01:  Sven's Story

Sven, darling, 

I'm putting this right at the top for you to find.

Go to Pat's Story when you've read this and you're ready

all my love 

Pat



Pat,

if you followed the shortcut you found this, my sweetheart - I know we said we could do this, and not tell, but she wanted me to write it down, didn't want their to be any secrets between you and I, and I guess her as well. 

In the end it was Jan. 

Why was I surprised? 

It was always Jan. 

Jan was kind. 

Jan was thoughtful. 

Jan was sexy. 

Did I just say that? 

Hmm - guess I did. 

Anyway love, this was what I wrote a day or so later...

Jan was the mother confessor type. Oh - go on! You've met them, you must have met them. Everyone knows one. The sort that you suddenly find you've ended up telling them far, far more than either you realised or intended. Jan never wheedled anything out of anyone, she was just so easy to talk to. She didn't ask leading questions either come to think of it. It didn't matter, you still told her 'things'. Naughty 'things'. Indiscretions. That was the problem really.

My other half, Pat, was away for a month, a residential course, too far away to travel home at the week end. Anyway the participants were expected to stay and 'join in', whatever that involved. Group discussions for one thing. Poor lass! Apparently they were an uninspiring lot, she was bored to tears and ending up taking to her room early and catching up on some reading, or course preparation. Still, the mid-life change of career was her own idea, and by all accounts she was looking forward to the end result and getting to grips with things once she got going.

Then there was Jan. No she didn't really go away, still in my thoughts. In fact given my present situation, it would have been damned odd if she hadn't been. I'd bumped into Jan earlier this morning and had allowed myself to be seduced into having coffee with her. The thought had been a pleasant one, Jan's company was welcome. The thought of going back to our empty house had been banished as she stuck her arm though mine as we walked back across the park. I'd better add that no one thought it odd of Jan, or you, if you walked arm in arm with her - again that was Jan.

And now here I was, coffee mug in hand, sat on a cushion at her feet, leaning back, the settee edge against my back, my left arm over her knees. At peace with the world, conversation momentarily ceased as we both gazed into the flickering flames of the log fire.

She spoke first, "But Sven, if that were the case, and you were worried about Pat's possible infidelity, why did you let her go?"

I thought carefully for a while before I answered. "In the end we have to trust each other. We've been together a long time now - we know each others needs. I know she will want to have sex, note I said sex, not make love, before this course finishes. I don't know whether she likes anyone there enough to sleep with them. Perhaps she will, perhaps she won't. But the opportunity will be there if she wants it to be. In the same way as it might be here for me." I paused for a moment at that point, then continued, "We did discuss some while back. Rather more matter-of-factly than I thought we ever would."

Jan asked, "who brought the subject up?" 

I responded, "It sort of happened, but in retrospect I think she steered it that way. I think she was thinking of this month - we were trying to cover eventualities for the time she was away."

Jan said "very pragmatic..."

"Yes - wasn't it." I laughed a little and went on "the only thing we couldn't decide on was whether we should tell each other about the experience when we got back together again."

"Well?"

"Funny I don't know." I turned and looked up at her, "Jan you know us both well, what do you think?" 

"Hmm," was the response,Maybe it ought to be a case of what the eye doesn't see..."

We were silent again, comfortable with each others company, in a way good friends often are.

A little while later as the fire settled the clock in the hall struck the hours and I realised I needed to move and finish off some chores before getting home. I stretched a little and then got up.

Jan murmured "Pity, do you have to go? I was enjoying the company." 

I grinned and said that I did, adding that really I should apologise for not feeling very chatty.

"So!" Was her response - "sometimes good company doesn't need to be garrulous, in fact just being about each other is nice. Heavens! You and Pat can't spend all your time nattering...." 

I dug her in the ribs, not to hard of course, thanked her for the coffee, gave her a kiss and patted her bottom gently. She held my hand in place with hers and kissed me again, a little more firmly. On the mouth actually. With a little bit of tongue as well. We separated a little and looked at each other. If there was a mental shrug, I missed it, but only because we started kissing again. Unbidden my other hand matched up and joined its neighbour. Well almost, in fact it went to the other bottom half and I felt it pull Jan into me, just a little. Jan's arms went round the back of my neck and held me rather more tightly. I think she purred. If not she should have done.

We came up for air and Jan half turned and leaned back into me, my hands across her middle, her head laid back on my shoulder and tucked into the hollow of my neck. She sighed contentedly. Then without moving or looking round said, "Come to bed with me," then without waiting for an answer took my hand and simply walked towards her bedroom. 

I followed, it seemed a natural thing to do at that point. Passing the long-case clock, I said "Jan - are you sure - for goodness sake it's ten past eleven in the morning..."

The only reply I got was "So!" It was evident that Jan had made her mind up. In any case her bungalow was not over large, so we'd arrived. I half bumped into her as she stopped. Having made the decision, this time I kissed her - then began to undo her blouse. The merest vestige of a smile lit her face up, her grey eyes looking deeply into mine. She caught her breath as I ran the back of my fingers softly over the swell of her breasts before releasing her bra. She held my head to her as I leaned forward and kissed them, just running my tongue over them at the same time. I moved my hands down and undid the waistband of her skirt, she completed the job and shucked it and her panties down and off. 

I had moved back a little to give her some room and could now take in her beauty properly. She grinned at me, a hand on her hips as she did so, then leaned forward and closed my mouth with the other - "You'll start catching flies Sven."

She moved the hand down off my face and undid two or three shirt buttons before pulling it out of my waistband and off over my head. I kissed her right breast, then suckled it, my hardness getting harder as I did so. I ached, but it was a beautiful deep throbbing ache, constrained as it still was. Jan moved down until she kneeled at my feet, her hands now clasping my penis through my jeans. She leaned forward and bit on the bulge, not breaking eye contact as he did so. She undid my belt and then the fly, slowly easing the jeans and my pants down and out of the way. I was wet with precum. She examined me closely from short range, stroking me, then taking me into her mouth started to work both her lips and her hands.

I started to say "Jan - I'm..." but it was all ready far too late and I came hard and extravagantly in her mouth - she took it all, swallowing at the copious flood I was

delivering. As I finished I she slurped the last little bit then finished her cleaning up.

"God I love the power of being able to do that," she said as I half slumped onto the end of her bed. She completed the task of disrobing me - rather too expertly my subconscious noted with an inward grin. Maybe the demure lady was a little less demure than I first thought.

Jan pushed me back on the bed, then kneeled either side of me, the juices from her wetness damp on my stomach. She walked her knees up the bed until she pinioned my arms then lowered that wonderful wet furry place over my lips. The musky, honey-sweet taste and smell was was succulent beyond my dreams - the eroticism of the moment bringing my penis back to life with startling alacrity, considering the actions of a moment or two before.

I sucked against her, drawing both lips together and into mine, then splitting them with my tongue, driven on by her moans of pleasure; far distant sounds in the background of my senses. I licked forwards, gathering the nectar, tasting it on my tongue, the slippery smoothness of that beautiful opening swamping my senses. I was now aware of her writhing against me, as I reached her final destination - the bud of her clit, hard against my tongue. I moved my lips and gently sucked on it and was rewarded by her shuddering collapse over my head onto the bed.

Slipping my head out from underneath her I twisted round held her hips up as I moved my knees under her and my penis tip against her open sex. A moment to spread a little saliva to make sure of the lubrication and then a gentle glide all the way in.

I could feel Jan shaking as I stopped and held steady. I ran both thumbs from the crease of the top of her thighs along the curve of her butt past her rosebud to the very base of her spine, then, using just the nail of one finger, lightly back, this time directly over her anus. Now holding her gently again I move back until just my glans

was inside. Now I leant forward and covered her moving my hands to her breasts, pulling gently at the nipples. Jan was keening quietly all the time now, pushing back into me as I moved with more intensity. 

When she came and clenched her muscles down on me she brought me with her, spasming and arching deep into her as if my life depended on it. Then, both totally spent we lay, spooned together on our side, her muscles still holding my shrivelled penis inside her as we dozed, clinging together.

And that Pat, my lovely, was it. 

Jan and I, just that once. 

Did you indulge yourself, will you share it with me......?

All my love

Sven

Coming soon - part 2 - Sharing - Pat's story.

(c)Sven_the_Elder 2003

Sharing Ch. 01



"Is this the right place?"

"It's the address I was given."

"It's a bit... Grand."

As if to dispel our doubts, there was a deep buzz and the ten foot high wrought iron gates began to open slowly. A female voice on the entrance intercom invited me to;

"Drive up to the house."

To say that I was nervous would be an understatement. Our first venture into 'swinging'. Arranged via an internet site, the purpose of our visit was sex. To fuck and be fucked. Simple really. It reminded me of my first visit to a brothel, or 'massage parlour'. No preamble, no commitments, no promises. Fuck and go.

Our hosts were waiting at the front door of the house. Modern, mock Georgian.

And big. The house that is, not our hosts. Richard and Veronica. Rick and Ronnie. About our age, early thirties. Obviously well off. They were Afro-Caribbean origin. Grandparents part of the first post war immigration. Ronnie was much darker skinned than Rick.

We were shown into a lounge and given drinks. There was about fifteen minutes of small talk, then Ronnie said;

"Now is your last chance to change your mind. Do we all want to proceed?"

I looked at Abi and we both nodded.

"Good," Ronnie went on. "let's go upstairs. There are no rules, as such. Anything goes provided both, or all, parties agree. But we always start by taking a shower. Is that okay?"

Again we nodded. This time Rick spoke;

"There is a shower in the bedroom, and another in the main bathroom opposite. You can stay together if you wish, but it might be fun to change partners now and get to know each other better before the main event."

We agreed to swap now. The 'main event' was to be a foursome, but the prospect of exploring Ronnie's fine body in the shower was very appealing. Ronnie guided me into the main bathroom. A wet room in fact. And spacious. Travertine marble on walls and floor. Half the room was shower, with a wall hung WC on one wall and two hand basins on the other, well away from the 'wet' area.

Ronnie closed the door behind us, put her arms around my neck and we kissed, deep, tongue meshing. I took hold of her buttocks and pulled her against my erection. She in turn, rubbed her mound against it.

"Unzip me."

She ordered, then moved away so that her dress could fall to the floor. No underwear. She was nude but for her high-heeled shoes. She was gorgeous. Large firm tits the colour of dark chocolate, with even darker nipples. Stiff. Demanding attention. I bent and took one in my mouth, savouring it, rolling it with my tongue.

She undid the buttons of my shirt and undid my pants, then pushed them and my underpants down, allowing my hard-on to spring free.

"Is that all for me?"

She asked coyly.

"Oh yes, I replied, "but can you leave me for a minute? I need to pee."

"So pee." She replied. Don't be shy."

I was, but I did not admit it, instead I said;

"I can't pee with it in this condition."

"Yes you can," she said, "Try. Come into the shower and just let it go. Would you like me to hold it for you?"

She led me by the cock into the shower, and I tried, but nothing came.

"I'll show you."

She said. In the shower area, one side was constructed as a seat, about a foot wide. Ronnie perched on the edge of the seat and spread her legs, revealing dark pink cunt-lips, which she pulled apart. After a few seconds, a jet of pee squirted in an arc across the shower.

"Your turn." She said. She stood behind me and held my cock between finger and thumb, a move more likely to prevent micturation than induce it. She tapped a panel on the wall and gentle jets of water sprayed from the sides of the shower. Not cold, but not warm either. The shock of it caused my cock to subside slightly and at last the tap opened and a thin stream of pee emerged. Ronnie seemed delighted and waved it about, making patterns.

When I was drained, Ronnie made the water warmer and more powerful, and we spent the next ten minutes washing each others bodies, then drying them on soft, fluffy towels. I was erect all the time and in danger of going off prematurely.

I needed to fuck.

We padded naked across the landing and into the bedroom. Again large. The bed must have been seven feet square. Big enough for four if they were close. Which was the plan. Rick was standing at the foot of the bed, Abi was kneeling at his feet. Her left hand cupped Rick's balls, her right hand encircled the root of his cock, the rest of it she had in her mouth, sucking well.

In fact she was on the point of finishing him off. Rick threw back his head and groaned, then jerked as he shot his seed into the back of Abi's throat. She held him in her mouth until he was finished, then released him and opened her mouth to show us the spunk lying at the bottom of her mouth before slowly letting it slide down her throat. Ronnie drew her up to a standing position and kissed her on her spunky lips, probing Abi's mouth with her tongue, as if trying to recover her partner's spent semen. Ronnie broke the kiss and licked her lips.

"Mmm. Later."

She said, rather cryptically.

Abi and Rick were one jump ahead, all that pissing about in the shower had lost us valuable fucking time. Abi pushed Rick back on the bed. His cock was hard again, or perhaps, still. I observed that, although his looked a bit longer than mine, I had him well beaten on thickness. Abi straddled his face and lowered her cunt onto his mouth. Ronnie was now on her knees in front of me and sucking my length deep inside her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. My own pent-up come was screaming for release, I could not have held back even if I had wanted to.

And I did not want too. As Ronnie began sucking my cock, I held her face with both hands and said;

"I'm coming."

She looked me in the eyes and sucked harder as I fired jet after jet into her lovely mouth. She drank down every drop, then stood up and kissed me open mouthed.

I could taste myself. I remembered that she had just kissed Abi's lips, wet with Rick's come. His essence was there too. I suppressed a shudder. I gently eased Ronnie back onto the bed, she raised her knees and spread her legs, everything was on offer. I decided to start with her tits.

I glanced over to where Abi was queening Rick. His hands cupped her arse cheeks. In the short time that I watched, he moved his left hand to Abi's right tit and his right hand to his cock to gently wank it. I noticed for the first time that he had no pubic hair. Bald balls. Perhaps that was why his tool looked so long.

I smiled and turned my attention to Ronnie's waiting teats. I sucked each in turn, grazing each with my teeth, causing her to squirm. When I had had my fill of nipples, I worked slowly down Ronnie's voluptuous body towards my prime target. She too, was hairless. Not shaved though. Too smooth. Her mound was like a peach. I pushed the flaps apart with my nose and blew gently into the revealed slit. Again she squirmed. I reached out with my tongue and gently touched her stiff little clit. She pushed up towards me to increase contact and I moved my tongue lower, into her hole.

This time she cried out. I moved my tongue around inside, probing in as far as I could, then out to resume licking the swollen lips of her sex. Down, onto her perineum and further. I licked all round her puckered arse-hole before plunging my tongue in there too. She came violently.

When her spasms had subsided, she pulled me up over her body and said;

"Put your cock in me. Fuck me."

I positioned myself between her thighs, she seized my cock with both hands and crammed it up into her juicy cunt. I was ball deep in a single thrust. I held still to savour her heat, and for her to adjust to my thickness, then slowly at first, began to fuck her with long, deep thrusts.

Throughout the fuck, Ronnie made little jerking movements. I think that she was still coming from me sucking her. Her cunt clenched my cock with every jerk and I was doomed to yet another early ejaculation. Ronnie was too far gone to notice, she cried out as my spunk pulsed into her. Her legs were wrapped tightly round my waist, pulling me as far into her as possible.

I stayed inside her, but took my weight on my arms, and looked across at the other couple. Abi must have reached her climax astride Rick's face and was now impaled on his cock, riding it with enthusiasm. As I watched, he pulled her down on to him and with a groan, pumped his second helping deep inside her.

I withdrew from Ronnie's cunt and sat back on my haunches. Her hole still gaped where I had reamed it, come dribbled from it. Abi raised herself off Rick's wilted cock. It too, shone with wetness. Abi held herself over him and pressed her hand flat onto the base of her belly. Come dripped out of her onto Rick's bare balls. She lifted his soft member and let it drop wetly back onto his belly. Turning to head towards Ronnie, she said;

"Half time?"

Ronnie grinned and sat up.

"Men." She quipped. "No staying power."

Rick went downstairs to fetch a second bottle of wine. I got off the bed and sat in a nearby chair. Abi lay down on the bed. Ronnie bent over and kissed her on the mouth, cupping a tit as she did so. I expected Abi to reject her, but no, she put her arm around Ronnie's neck and drew her closer. By the time Rick returned, Ronnie was feasting on Abi's nipples, and from the look on her face, Abi was loving it.

Ronnie kissed her way down Abi's body towards her wet, gaping cunt and placed her mouth over it. Abi's body stiffened as Ronnie's tongue found it's mark. Without disengaging, Ronnie squirmed around and lifted a leg over Abi's face.

"No!" I thought, "Surely not?"

But I was wrong again, Abi's hands took a firm grip on Ronnie's firm buttocks and pulled her down onto her face. I could hear the slurps as they sucked spunk from each other's cunt. Mine from Ronnie's and Rick's from Abi's. I sat with my mouth wide open as they took each other to another orgasm.

They at last parted and lay side by side on the bed, panting, wild eyed, faces shining with lust and fuck-juice.

"More men!" Said Ronnie. More cock! More spunk! Give us more!

We had no more, but it was quickly replenishing. My cock was like an iron bar.

We did in fact take a break and finished the wine between us before starting round three. Ronnie began by sucking my cock back to full erection, Abi performed a similar service for Rick.

"Suck me off again."

Ordered Ronnie. And she spread herself on the bed again. Abi positioned herself alongside, but head to tail and indicated that she wanted the same from Rick. This time, I took my time and explored every crease of Ronnie's wonderful cunt. Each time I felt that she was close, I would draw back, denying her another climax. When it came. I wanted it to be earth-moving.

Eventually my jaw ached and so did my cock. I was ready to come again. I took Ronnie's clit between the forefinger and thumb of my right hand, pushed two fingers of my left into her gaping cunt, and pushed my stiffened tongue as far up her arse as I could get. She came. Screaming. I scrambled up the bed and pushed my cock into her clenching cunt and fucked.

I didn't want to come in this position, but because of my two previous spendings, I was able to keep thrusting into Ronnie until she stopped coming and opened her eyes. I pulled out of her.

"Turn over." I instructed.

As she positioned herself for doggy style, I watched the other pair for a few seconds. Rick was ball-deep in my wife again, this time with him on top. Her legs were around him, preventing his escape as he pumped. Ronnie interrupted my spectating by instructing me to;

"Put it in then."

Her lovely arse was pushed up, displaying all her treasures, gaping cunt and tightly puckered anus. She had said, 'Anything goes.' Did this include anal? It was tempting, but I knew that I would shoot my load if I tried to enter a hole that tight. I had come twice already, normally I am a two-shot fucker, but I knew that I was ready for a third volley.

I decided that I would have better control in the slacker of the two holes, placed my tip against her wet cleft and pushed, sliding home in one slow thrust, causing Ronnie to groan as I filled her. I fucked slowly and smoothly, trying to forget the pressure in my balls. I leaned back so that I could give Ronnie long, deep thrusts. In this position I could see her arsehole, almost winking at me. I leaned forward again so that I could reach her tits, mauling them as I pumped.

Beside us, Rick and Abi had changed position to match ours and were matching our movements. I moved back again for a better view, Rick followed my move. I could now see his long, thin prick sliding easily in and out of Abi. Ronnie's inviting Arsehole was now visible again, I reached out and pushed my thumb inside, much to Ronnie's delight. She turned her head to me and said;

"Put your cock in there. Up my bum. Come up my arse."

I pulled out of her cunt and positioned the shiny, wet end of my cock against her hole. I pushed, she relaxed, and I slowly slid full length inside her. Ronnie moaned with pain/pleasure as her body adjusted to my girth. I had to remain still. I dared not move for fear of losing it. She was so tight and felt hot against my shaft.

Abi spoke;

"Do that to me."

She instructed Rick.

"Bugger me. Fuck my arse. Fill it with spunk."

Rick obliged. Abi squealed as his snake burrowed into her entrails. I could hold back no longer. I started to ram myself up Ronnie's arse, knowing that it was all over. Rick took up my rhythm, pounding Abi's insides with his meat. We came simultaneously, flooding the secret depths of each other's wife with our last reserves. 

Synchronised sodomy.

***

We drove home almost in silence, apart from the usual, 'Are you okay?'

"We'll be in touch." They had said as we left.

Abi fell asleep immediately when we got to bed. I felt tired physically, but my mind was still running on adrenaline, I could not sleep. I had never seen Abi with another man, although I knew that she had one occasionally, as I had other women. We had strict rules about it, rules which were now shattered.

Both our jobs used to take us away now and again. For as much as a week, mostly in the UK. A week is a long time to go without if you are as highly sexed as we are, so we agreed that we could, 'Play away from home.' On the understanding that we would not keep secrets, we would tell each other when it had happened. This matured into not only telling when it had happened, but what had happened, in increasingly graphic detail. It was a huge turn-on for both of us, and we would end up fucking each other to exhaustion afterwards.

As our careers progressed, we travelled less, so extra-marital activity became less common and we both missed it. We had decided to try 'swinging' as a substitute. Rick and Ronnie were our first swing. And yes, it was as exciting to see Abi gulp down a stranger's spunk as it was to hear about it. I was hooked. But I would have to wait until morning to see if Abi felt the same way, she was snoring gently alongside me.

We reviewed our adventure over a leisurely breakfast next morning.

Yes. She certainly had enjoyed being royally rogered by Rick. My presence had been a bonus, as had seeing me plug Ronnie's various holes. What about her lezzie scene with Ronnie, where had that come from? Had she done that before?

"No, not unless you include mutual masturbation with girlfriends until I could get my hands on cock. It was a spontaneous thing. She was available, neither Rick nor you were. Ronnie is right, there is never enough cock when a woman is desperate for it."

Would she do it again?

"Oh yes. Fruit of the Lotus and all that. Think about it, I can come at least ten times to your once. Who is the stronger sex?"

She was right. Nature has been unkind in that respect. And even discounting the female's huge capacity for orgasms, a woman can take cock almost non-stop, as history relates with it's records of many 'insatiable' women. I seem to remember reading about a woman who took on over six hundred!

Abi was silent for a while, deep in thought. Then:

"How would you feel if I arranged to have sex with two men at the same time?"

"Two strangers? Not one plus me?" I countered. "What would be in it for me?"

She grinned.

"Lots of warm semen!"

***

On Thursday morning of the following week, in my office, the receptionist called with a 'private caller on line one'. It was Ronnie. (How did she know my work number?) Could I meet her for lunch? We met in a pub a few streets away from my office. She looked edible. Every male eye was on her, and most of the female ones. We found a corner table and by the time our food was ready we were no longer the centre of attention. After making sure that we had enjoyed our swap, Ronnie explained that she and Rick were part of a swingers group. We were invited to the next meeting, which was to be in North London and was an orgy.

Sometimes the group drew lots for partners and went off into a room for an evening of private sex. Sometimes the arrangements were made by 'phone and the men would travel to the homes of female swingers, and spend the night there. Sometimes it was foursomes. But once every few weeks, they met for group sex, sometimes random, sometimes scripted. Abi and I were invited to a group session, a fuck-fest. A sort of test, I imagined. She gave me a 'phone number to call, assuming Abi agreed.

Ronnie was pressed up close to me throughout, her soft breasts warm against me, my hand was up her skirt, on her thigh above her stocking top and I could feel the heat from her cunt. This, coupled with the thought of an orgy, had my cock rigid under the table. It deflated quickly though, when she passed me a small plastic container, with 'MorCome' on the label. Semen enhancing capsules! My erection tried to retreat into my balls.

"Oh," I mumbled. "Did I not reach the required standard?"

She laughed.

"No, you were fine. No man can come like a porn stud every time. The pills speed recovery between ejaculations, but they seem effective in increasing volume too. All the men in the group take them. There will also be Viagra available on the night, if you feel the need. You men worry too much about cock size and huge ejaculations, all a girl needs is one that stays hard."

I asked how she knew my work 'phone number. She replied;

"We know a lot about you. We had you checked out. The group is careful about it's members, we don't want time-wasters."

She looked around, it had been a late lunch. The pub was by now almost empty. She leaned in close and whispered:

"Follow me out to the Ladies, I need fucking."

She left. I paid our bill and followed. She was standing outside the Ladies toilets. She took my hand a pulled me inside, leading me to a cubicle. She undid my pants and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles, then pushed me back to sit on the seat. My cock was pointing at the ceiling. She hoiked up her skirt, she must have already removed her knickers. She used one hand to hold her cunt open and the other to guide me home. She was dripping wet. She fucked me, riding my cock to a climax just as someone came in and took the cubicle next door. I blasted a generous amount of my own juice high inside her. Our neighbour must have heard everything!

I worked late to make up for my long lunch-break. I called Abi to say that I would be late home, I would grab a bite to eat on the way.

It was about eight thirty when I got home, Abi was in the room that we use as an office, logged on to the web. I told her about the invitation to join the group. She was keen, but pre-occupied by what she had been doing on the internet. She had located a couple of studs who would be happy to help with her 'double-bunk' plan. She had been waiting for my approval before confirming the arrangements for a preliminary meeting, the next evening, at a pub about twenty miles away. Why not? I thought. I had watched her fucked by one stranger, why not two? Besides, if we were accepted into the swingers group, there would be many more. I reached out and hit the return key to send the confirmation.




Sharing Ch. 01



She looked up at me, her face was flushed, her eyes sparkled. She licked her lips and said;

"I'm as horny as hell. I need fucking."

It was the second time that day that I had been given that invitation, but Ronnie was far from my mind as we quickly removed enough clothing for me to give Abi what she needed. I was gushing spunk into her hungry cunt within minutes.

***



Sharing Ch. 01



I had been divorced for about nine months. I hadn't really put much effort into finding a new man, so I was on my own. My friends were starting to comment that I needed to get out there and find someone. I have a really great group of friends that all look out for me. We get together just about every weekend. Three couples, plus me. Okay, I was the odd man out since my husband and I had split. I guess I was starting to feel a little lonely.

It was a Friday night, and we were having one of our regular gatherings at the home of my best friend Lisa and her husband Joe. The ladies were enjoying wine and the men were drinking beer. We were all swimming on the warm evening. I went in to the house to help Lisa open another bottle of wine and grab some more beers for the guys. Lisa and I had always said we would do anything for each other, but I really never would have predicted what happened next. Lisa told me that her husband Joe had always been attracted to me, and it seemed that I could use a little male company, so why didn't I hook up with Joe? Wow! I almost dropped the beers I was holding right there!

I knew that Lisa and Joe had an open marriage, and that they had tried swinging in the past. None of the other couples in my group of friends participated, at least as far as I knew. My ex was really conservative, so we never did anything like that with Lisa and Joe, or otherwise. I really didn't know how a couple would go about finding another couple to swap with. I did not expect that Lisa would just come right out and offer Joe to me. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the fact that I was horny as hell. The idea sounded like a good one to me.

Joe is a very attractive man. He is a few years older than me, but looks young for his age, and is quite fit. He smiles and laughs all the time; and I had been attracted to him since the first day I met him, about ten years before. Joe adores Lisa. He treats her like his queen. I always thought Lisa was the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband like Joe.

When Lisa and I went back outside with the drinks, my friends Sheila and Carl were in the pool, and Tina and her husband Rick were in the spa with Joe. I joined them, and Lisa jumped in as well. We enjoyed a few more drinks, and soon Tina and Rick got out of the spa to go home. Sheila and Carl climbed out of the pool, and dried off. Lisa got out to see them off. That left Joe and I alone in the spa.

Since Lisa had given me the go-ahead, and I now found myself alone with Joe, I moved closer to him, and kissed him. We had kissed before, but it had always been as friends, like good-night kisses. This was different. It was hot! When our lips touched I felt like I would melt into him. We each parted our lips, and our tongues wrestled to go as deep into the other ones mouth as possible. I felt my whole body warm up. I could feel that Joe was also reacting to our kiss. I was close enough to sense that he was getting hard, so I put my hand on his lap and found a large erect cock beneath his swim trunks. I stroked him through the fabric while we continued our passionate kiss. Nine months of being without a man was too long; I needed sex in a bad way. 

Fortunately, Joe was feeling as horny as I was. While I was rubbing his erection through his shorts, he reached for my breasts, and caressed each one tenderly. He slipped his hand under the thin fabric of my bikini, and pinched my nipples between his large fingers. Although the pinch was not meant to cause pain, my nipples were so hard that they were overly sensitive to his touch. It felt like jolts of electricity ran through me from my nipple throughout the rest of my body. Joe pushed aside my bikini top so that both of my breasts were fully exposed. He then slowly withdrew his lips from mine, and bent to kiss my left breast. His tongue expertly circled my sensitive, hard nipple. He gently bit me, which sent shock waves directly to my now soaked pussy. 

Joe moved his lips to my other breast, and sucked my erect bundle of nerves into his hot mouth. I felt my nipple throb and once again, electric shocks ran through me. I was lost in the sensation when I felt Joe's hand reach between my thighs. The water in the spa was hot, but my pussy was much hotter. The fabric of my bikini bottoms was all that was between Joe's hand and my anxious pussy. I needed him to feel me without the cloth between us. I also needed to feel him without his shorts impeding my access. I loosened his swim trunks which were tied at the waist. I reached in and firmly gripped his cock in my hand.

Joe is not enormous, but his cock is bigger than my ex's, and bigger than most of the other men I had been with. My fingers barely touched as they wrapped around his shaft. I gently squeezed as I stroked up and down the length of his penis. I ran my finger along the slit on his cock head, and felt it ooze its slippery precum. The water in the spa provided enough lubrication for me to rub his cock while he continued to explore my pussy.

He pushed my bikini bottoms to the side, and slid his finger back and forth along my wet, slippery slit. After a while, he spread my enlarged lips, and slipped his finger into me. It had been a long time since I had anything other than my vibrator inside me, and his finger felt so good! We had resumed our passionate kiss while Joe continued to maneuver his finger in and out of my vagina. He slid another finger in, which stretched my tight, neglected hole. I was so close to climaxing, but he would slow down whenever he felt me tighten around his fingers. I felt like I was about to explode. Then, without removing the two fingers that were deep inside me, Joe began to rub my clit with his thumb. His expert touch put me over the edge and I came like I had never cum before.

Once I caught my breath, I lifted Joe's hips from the spa seat, and removed his shorts. I took hold of that glorious pole that stood proud before me, and swallowed it in one gulp. I could feel my lips wrap around the base, and I felt the tip of his cock deep down my throat. My sudden plunge upon Joe's penis caused him to let out a loud groan. Just as he had teased me, and held my climax at bay, I let up on him, and licked the length of his cock over and over. I sucked on his cock's head, using my tongue to glide along the valley and poke the small, sensitive hole at the tip. I slowly licked back down to the base of his penis, while caressing his balls in my hand. I looked him in the eyes, and sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, then the other. When I saw his eyes roll back, I resumed my efforts to swallow his cock whole, fighting the gag reflex, and holding him down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft for a short while, and then was rewarded with his salty cum shooting down the back of my throat. I swallowed every last drop. I love the taste of cum!

I moved up along Joe's body, and kissed him firmly again. His tongue darted into my mouth, and he too was able to enjoy the taste of his seed which remained in my mouth. We kissed and caressed each other for a while. Then Joe reached down and untied my bikini bottoms and then my top. We were both naked together in the warm swirling water of the spa. The water felt good as the spa jets enveloped us in their soothing motion. He lifted me out of the water, and sat me on the edge of the spa. He spread my legs, and just looked at my pussy which was splayed before him in the moonlight. His eyes slowly moved up my body, hesitating at the sight of my full breasts, and then met my eyes. I could tell that Joe was drinking me in. It was a wonderful feeling.

Joe used two fingers to spread my pussy lips, and then softly licked my clit. His tongue alternated between being flat, and softly licking me, to being pointed and hard, and flicking my love button. He sucked my clit and gently bit it, causing me to shiver. His tongue moved downward, and darted into my vagina. Joe lapped up the juices which were flowing from me. He really seemed to like eating my pussy. I know I liked how my body felt when he did it. The man has mad skills. It did not take long at all before I once again enjoyed an intense orgasm.

Before I could come down from my orgasm, Joe stood so that I could see that he was once again erect. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my still-throbbing pussy. He looked at me to make sure that I was okay with fucking my best friend's husband. We had not spoken a word to each other, but I knew what he was asking. When I nodded my head, he gently slid deep inside me. How had I gone so long without a man inside me? It was the best feeling I could imagine.

Without pulling out of me at all, Joe scooped me into his arms, and we kissed passionately again. I could taste my essence in his mouth, and found that I liked it. I sucked on his tongue to get as much as the flavor off of it as I could. With Joe standing in the middle of the spa, my legs wrapped around his hips, I began to rock, forcing his cock to penetrate me as deep as possible. I felt stretched beyond my limit, but was so slippery from cumming just a few minutes before that there was no pain. I only felt the fullness of his penis, which seemed to touch me in places that I had never been touched. As I enjoyed the sensation of Joe's cock stimulating my g-spot deep within me, I also rubbed my clit on his pelvis. It was still very sensitive from being chewed on and was twitching with each movement that I made. I felt like I was about to cum again, but Joe was determined to make me wait a while longer.

Joe slowly laid me back into the warm water of the spa, and rested my head on the edge. My body was floating, with my legs still wrapped around Joe's waist. He reached down and supported my butt so that I could release the grip my legs had on him. Joe began to slide in and out of my slick pussy. The water splashed with each thrust. The feeling of the water swirling and splashing all over me, combined with the sensation of being rhythmically pounded by Joe's large cock was more than I could take. I once again climaxed, but this time it was even stronger than before. I let out a scream, and as my pussy clenched around Joe's cock, I could feel him swell, and release his seed deep within me. A few moments later, we both sat back, and allowed the swirling jets of the spa to surround us while we came down from our mutual orgasm.

After my head stopped spinning, I looked across to where Joe was sitting and smiled. We then spoke for the first time since Lisa had gotten out of the spa to see our friends off. I told Joe that the sex we had just enjoyed was exactly what I needed. He smiled at me and asked me what brought on my sudden lust. I realized that he and Lisa had not discussed her offer, and that Joe thought I had just seduced him out of the blue. I told him that it was Lisa's idea, and that she said I could borrow him, and that I was really glad I took her up on her offer even though he was not aware of it. I was also glad that I hadn't gone behind my friend's back, and that she was willing to share her man with me.

Maybe next time Lisa could join in.



Sharing Ch. 01



A Gulfstream jet began it's descent into Kauai's airport.

"We will be landing in 15 minutes, Ms Carlye." The pilot said on the intercom.

"Thank you," as she finished her drink. Vanessa Caryle was trying to relax something she had never been successful at. Called the female Steve Jobs she had been forced out of the company she created. Like Jobs her personality grated on to many people. With enough money to live for the rest of her life, she left L.A and was hoping to figure out her next step in life.

The plane land and the blond with the model looks disembarked. Near by a red haired woman sat on the hood of a custom Porsche.

"Vanessa!" she waved.

"Amy," she ran over to her and embraced her former room mate. Amy who had developed some unique bio pharmaceutical had relocated here. When she heard what happened she urged Vanessa to take a vacation in paradise.

"Climb in, I'll have your stuff brought over."

Vanessa barely got seated before Amy floored her sports car.

"Are you nuts.!?"

"Life is to short, you need to loosen up. "Amy replied.

They arrived at Amy Lanai overlooking a deserted beach.

"I bought an acre and have an agreement with the state. No more development and I get seclusion."

"Smart."

Leading her to the sofa, "What about you.?"

I don't know." Vanessa replied. "I have no idea to put my energies. I can't believe they forced me out."

"As your best friend, " Amy told her. "I'm going to give you some facts. You are a control freak who has to have everything her own way.

"But."

"Quiet, you were the same way in school and that's why you could never make a relationship work."

Vanessa at down and started crying, "You're right!"

"You need to let go."

"Meaning?"

"Have you ever let someone lead and not make any decision."

"No of course not."

Amy grabbed her chin, "I was the same way. You are on vacation would you like to try something new?"

"What?"

"Domination."

"Does that mean what I think?"

"Don't worry you wont be a slave permanently but for a short time you won't make decisions."

"Amy we have both gone both ways. But I don't think I could take you giving me orders."

"Not to start certainly, and I'm not sure I could. But I pay a discreet man to put me through my paces. After it's all over. I feel so much better." She looked at her friend. "You are going to drive yourself to an early grave if you don't do something."

Vanessa thought for a moment, "I'll try it."

************

Carson her Dom came in with a large satchel. The sexual magnetism he had was apparent. Bald he looked like a combination of Patrick Stewart and Yul Bruner.

"Before we begin Vanessa, I want you to understand the rules."

The blond nodded.

"You are giving me control of your body. All decision are mine, you will feel pain, I may tie you up and you will be serviced sexually and you will satisfy my sexual needs. You will be given a safe word incase it becomes to intense. You will address me as Sir or Master when the session start."

"Yes," she hesitated "Master.'

"I know this is new for you and I will take into account.. He looked over to Amy. "Are you going to participate?"

"Not to start sir," Amy replied. "Vanessa will feel more comfortable if I could put a stop to this."

"Very well, Vanessa strip.!"

"I.."

Carson brought out a whip, "Don't make me tell you again slut."

Vanessa began taking off her clothes.

"Slower," he instructed. "Give me a show."

Vanessa slowly unhooked her bra and than step out of her panties.

"Spread your legs, hands behind your back." Carson began examining her squeezing her breast and playing with her hair. "You like that don't you."

"Yes sir."

"Not yet," He bent her over. "You still think you have control." He began spanking her.

"Oh."

"You forgot something," whipping her with the strap.

"Sorry Master."

"You re getting wet. But you are not to cum until I say so!" Carson began a figure 8 pattern.

"Yes Master."

"On your knees." He tied her hands. "Now rich bitch you are going to suck my cock."

"Vanessa saw it was enormous and began her oral servitude.

"That's it, payback for your faulty and over priced soft ware." He looked over to the red head. "Amy why don't you strip, I want to see your luscious body."

"Yes Master," as the red head obeyed.

Carson came on Vanessa's face.

"Thank you Master."

He untied her, "Now on your back, Amy you opposite her pussy to pussy."

"Yes Master", they chorused.

Carson position a large vibrator and taped it two them. Then stretched their arm and tied those as well.

" I am going to enjoy a glass of wine from your stock." He smiled ,"have fun girls."

Amy grinned at Vanessa, "Well?"

"This is intense, how long as he going to keep us like this."

"Until he decides we are ready" was her reply

"I am begging to see your view on this."

"Good, because I've missed having sex with a woman."

"You, but your rich and hot.. Surely...

"Come on," Amy sighed in satisfaction. "When you are in our position how do we know if someone wants us for our money or our selves. "

"That is why you have me" Carson came back with a glass of wine. Kneeling beside both. He gave a sip to both of his slave.. "Now cum!"

Their pent up wait caused them both to orgasm explosively.

"Thank you Master, thank you Amy for introducing me to Master Carson ."Vanessa said gratefully.

"You are welcome pet", Carson said. "Now I want you two to try something?"

"Which is." Paula asked.

"He held up a coin, "One of you is going to Dom the other. Call it."

To be continued.



Sharing Ch. 01



I sat fixated as I stared at the screen. The two people on screen weren't just fucking for a camera; they were lost in hedonistic bliss with each other. The man in the scene didn't just try to ram his cock repeatedly into her cunt; he eased it into her with long smooth motions as his hands roamed her body. The actress didn't just whine annoyingly with cliché phrases; she was honestly encouraging her lover to please her. With the volume on low I could still hear the guttural moans of pleasure erupting from the speakers. It was genuine, and real, and passionate.

I should know. That's my boyfriend on that screen, and he's fucking my best friend. Hell, she even introduced me to him and set up our first date. Am I mad? Conflicted, yes, but I can't say I'm mad. After all, they shot this scene at least a year before I met Lance, back when I thought Paige was just a model. It's true, I love this man with all my heart and lust after his body, but I couldn't muster any simmering anger or the hurt of betrayal. But I definitely felt aroused while watching them ravish each other's bodies.

Even on screen his brilliant blue eyes seemed to sparkle with life. His strong jaw was offset by a playful smile and soft lips; he them used skillfully to excite Paige's ear and neck. I shivered remembering the feeling of his teeth sinking into my skin. The camera panned away from their faces and moved to a higher elevation, looking down on their sensual coupling. From this angle I watched her hands comb through his long golden mane, while his arms wrapped around her and teased mercilessly at her breast. 

His thick muscles corded rhythmically beneath his tan skin, just as his thick cock worked deep into her. With every thrust I burned with the memory of him penetrating me, making love to me. Just like his time inside me, he couldn't fit all of it inside of her, but they both enjoyed his efforts. I loved every sensation his cock instilled into me, and couldn't blame her for giving into ecstasy just like I did every time. I moaned as Lance bit down hard on one of Paige's nipples, vocalizing my arousal with her while she writhed beneath him. I knew the look on her face. She was about to lose herself to an orgasm from his constant assault on her body. My favorite part was coming up, so I slowly turned up the volume. The camera panned out to two more women locked in a passionate sixty nine, each competing to please the other more than what they were receiving. These girls weren't kidding around either. They were clearly parting each other's lips and getting their tongues busy, burying their faces as they sucked hard on those clits. The fact that I knew their names and had gotten to know them simply made the action hotter. I knew the redhead on top, Jean, for a long time. Like I assumed with Paige I thought that she was a model as well. All I knew at this moment was how amazing her tongue looked as it lapped apart the inner lips of the woman writhing beneath her. I imagined briefly that those parted lips and thighs belonged to me.

That's when Lance pulled out of my best friend and lead her to join the other two. I watched my boyfriend lower his cock over the face of the woman on the bottom, a blonde I was introduced to at a party named Selene. She moved from sucking in a clit to sucking down his cock without even flinching. From the look of it Selene loved the taste of my best friend's pussy on his cock, or maybe she was just a very good actress. Eventually she eased off and licked along his shaft as Paige took hold of his tool and ran it up and down the other woman's slit.

Now this is my favorite part. It isn't just the way he's sliding his shaft into the juicy folds of the woman on all fours, or even the oral attention he's getting from her partner beneath her. It's the way my best friend is holding his cock like it's her dildo to fuck these girls with. It's the way she grips his cock in one hand and pushes his ass with the other while aiming him to impale Jean, all the while she nibbles along his shoulder and up to his ear. She moves her hand away from his cock as she grips his ass harder, guiding his rhythm. Her free hand trails up his sculpted body and teases at his nipples, until eventually she moves his face down to meet hers with the softest caress I've ever seen on film. And to top it off she kisses him.

Kissing is an understatement. The two of them tease and eat at each other's lips wantonly. That's what gets me wet every time I watch this scene. It's the way Lance kisses that gets me going, the way those lips and that tongue tell you what he's going to do to you, and the way he uses his teeth to let you know that you belong to him. I've felt all of those things from him, and I feel them again whenever I watch him do it on screen. 

In case you haven't guessed it, my boyfriend is a porn star. And my best friend has been in more than three dozen films with him. But this is my favorite scene with the two of them together. It gives me a muddled feeling of jealousy, confusion, arousal, and also pride whenever I see it. Jealousy for knowing how many women wrap their legs around him every day, confusion because I know he doesn't just act when he's on camera, and arousal because I can feel everything he does to them because he's done a private one on one reenactment of every scene with me.

And pride? Because he loves only me, and his heart is only mine. I can lend him out to stud, and he loves me for it. I can show off to any woman just how much of a man he is and once she's had a taste I can draw him back to me and claim him. He trusts me enough to let me have a fling, but I don't need one. He's not just a guy strutting like an alpha male, but a generous lover and a wonderful man. And he's mine, and he's all the man I'll ever need.

He may need more sex than any one woman can ever provide, but he's so damn honest and loyal. He describes everything that goes on the editing floor, and he lets me know not just what he did with them, but how it felt. If anything ever happens without a camera there, I know about it before the day is over. And if there is a good shot of it? I get to see it before it hits shelves while he's deep inside of me, whispering into my ear exactly what it was like for him to do what I'm watching with him.

I've noticed that once he started seeing me, he'd make eye contact with the camera more often. Every now and then, he'd wink. It was our private little signal. It meant one thing only: she's nowhere as good as you. I'm not stupid enough to think that I'm a better lay than anyone ever, but he's a great teacher for me. And he lets me know which of them he likes being with, and which ones are a chore to be inside.

But right now I want him inside me. The scene has moved on and he's down on his back while the girls caress his broad chest and washboard abs, never leaving his cock alone for long. Soon Jean mounts him and lowers her pussy onto his cock. He's been inside each of them already this scene, but always from a dominant position.

As Lance moans at the redhead riding him, he guides her hips to grind his shaft slowly as she uses her knees to move up and down, showing off just how massive his cock is. I've just finished lubing up my own toy "Lance," modeled directly off of his, and I insert just the head in as I watch these girls have their way with my man.

My face echoes the same pleasure on my best friend's face as Paige lowers herself over my boyfriend's open mouth, using Lance's moans as her queue to mount him for his tongue. I slowly bring more of the fake cock in as my fingers spread my lips apart. I gasp as I watch Lance surprise her with his teeth on her sensitive clit, and feel myself getting closer to release as I watch Paige utter a yelp of surprise from her own quick orgasm.

Quickly moving off of him, she makes more room for the other woman, Selene, to ride him for herself. Kneeling next to him she tastes her own juices as they share another kiss. Devouring each other's mouths one moment and being tender the next, they drive me to quiver with need as I ease my toy slowly in and out of me, easily sliding half of it in and out as the camera panned out to a shot where I could alternate between watching that lurid kiss or gaze as Selene's pussy devoured my boyfriend's cock.

Then it happened. His moan and sudden tension were so intimately familiar to me that I could practically feel the toy convulse inside me in sync with his cock as it emptied load after load into the starlet's little pussy. I forced the toy further in and felt my own mini orgasm in response. He gripped hard onto her hips and thrust deep into her with slow yet powerful motions, all the while she leaned back and took hold of her own clit. My own pleasure skyrocketed as they climbed towards a mutual crescendo. I could see Selene's lips convulse with bliss around his shaft as it visibly pulsed more and more of his seed into her. 

As I eased back into my rhythm she dismounted him quickly and spread her legs. The cameraman took a close up shot of her pussy as Lance's juices poured out. God there was a lot. And then there was my best friend, out of the action because of how sensitive she was after an orgasm, kneeling in front of Selene and licking at that nasty used cunt. I couldn't take that so I grabbed the remote and pressed forward through the scene. I liked that Lance usually did cream pie scenes where he'd come inside, because I hated watching a woman get jacked off onto her face. But I just couldn't watch cum get licked up like that. Fortunately scenes wouldn't just end after Lance's first shot. He was famous for filling every woman in the scene at least once.

Skipping more than just a bit I got to a part where he was filling Jean with his shaft doggy style while Paige and Selene were both behind him. Their arms were draped around his torso as each took turns nibbling on his ears or nuzzling into his neck. Every ten long thrusts or so he'd turn his head and one of them would meet him for a languid kiss. Soon though I felt my orgasm build just as he pulled out from his third fuck to start coming all over her back. Paige jacked it for him as he thrust forward, milking his cock with her tiny hands.

"Lance... Oh..." And all sound failed to leave me as my body was rocked to the core. I collapsed back onto the couch and was barely cognizant for a while. When I came to I realized that my toy had fallen to the wayside. Looking up I saw Paige on the receiving end of Lance's meat as he stood behind her, raising one of her legs to the side to give the camera a better view of where they were joined while her clit was getting licked by Jean. I no longer cared where Selene was. I was trying to find the remote. 

Then I saw him.

My man was already through the door as he flashed that charming smirk at me. Seeing the state I was in he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his ripped abs and vast chest for me. I saw bite marks left by some other woman and suddenly I wanted him. I wanted to claim him for myself. "Lance," I called as I tried to sit up, instinctively reaching for him as he moved towards me. Smiling I said the only thing that came to mind. "Make love to me."

"Don't move." He said to me, his voice deep and comforting. "I want you just like that." He crossed the room towards me and slid his shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms. Without hesitation he kneeled down in front of me and devoured my mouth with his. It was the kiss I had been craving all day. It was the reason I even came over like this unannounced.

And it was better than anything you'd ever see on film. And when he lowered his head to devour my lips, it was better than sex deserved to be. I melted onto his couch as my lips encouraged his advances, welcoming his tongue into my mouth and his hands onto my naked body. I was ready and on display for him, my clothes discarded carelessly on his floor as my naked body was splayed across his couch in post orgasmic bliss. But I craved more. I craved the sensual euphoria that only his touch could bring me.

He kissed me softly, teasingly, then deeply and with passion. My hands reached forward to embrace them before I knew what I was doing. I ran my fingers through his luxurious hair and trailed my nails across his chest and down his powerful arms. My hands would have moved lower to undo his belt but he gripped my wrists with only one hand, firmly securing me while gently raising my arms above my head. He gazed deep into my eyes while I lay helpless beneath him, fully aware of how vulnerable I was.

Here in his apartment we both knew that I belonged to him. He could do anything he wanted with me, make me do almost anything. I had learned a long time ago to stop saying no when he wanted to teach me something new. And now here I was naked and awoken from passing out. But the reason I passed out was the intense orgasm I had watching porn starring him and my best friend, while I masturbated using a toy modeled directly off of his cock. I could not think of a more blatant way for a woman to be found in wanton lust for a man.

"You've been very bad Claire, haven't you?" He asked. His voice was deep and soothing, smooth but commanding. I could only nod helpless as I implored with my eyes for him to take me. His lips turned up with that self assured smirk again, "Patience, lover. Don't you want to know how my day was?" He asked me so chidingly that I blushed, and my checks grew even hotter when I felt his hands roam delicately down my body, going from my arms down to my chest and sides. He tortured me by avoiding my breasts, causing me to groan in stifled frustration.

I kept my hands above my head. I knew better than to spoil our games by breaking one of the rules. "Please," I pouted as my eyes roamed down his chiseled abs down to his belt. "Tell me who you fucked today. I want to know every detail. I want you to use your cock to show me exactly what you did to them." I could hear the pleading tone of my voice but I didn't care. I needed him. I hadn't seen him in over a week because of my work and having phone sex with him just wasn't the same as what he could do to me. His voice was intoxicating but his face and body were so beautiful, and his touch and his dick made me writhe in anticipation and scream with release every time he and I made love.

Finally his fingers wrapped around one of my nipples and stretched it taught, while the other hand undid his fly one agonizing button at a time. "You're in a rush for it tonight, aren't you? Alright." He kissed me hard as his hand moved next to my head, his arm holding up his weight over me as his other hand drew out his cock to let it rest on my skin. It was massive, almost super human, as it rested across my belly. In all the time we had been together he was slow and careful not to hurt me with it, hard and powerful but never fast or careless. It was frustrating that I could never feel all of him inside me and have his pelvis press against mine. I had never had more than half of his record breaking length inside me, but he loved how tight I was with my swim toned body.

As I gazed down at it with anticipation he whispered softly into my ear. "I'd say the most memorable scene of the day was a one on one I did with Annete, the tipsy brunette you met on the yacht. First I sucked on Annete's tits and her pussy, then I lifted her into a sixty nine while I held her in the air. I flipped her in my hands and impaled her while facing her. I twisted her on my cock and linked arms with her to swing fuck her while using just my arms and cock to hold her up." His pride was obvious. He loved the elaborate creativity of his on screen sex life, and enjoyed showing off his strength and acrobatics as much as his endowment or endurance. 

I gazed at him with some measure of intimation and fear at what he described, knowing I'd soon reenact it all with him. But the excitement in his voice let me know that more was coming, much more, and I would want to hear every word. "Can I lick you while you tell me more?" I asked.

His smile broadened, and was almost predatory. Of course I could. What man would turn down a lady, especially with such a reasonable request? He moved to my side and with a gesture of one hand he "freed" my arms from above my head. I reached down to grasp at his manhood with both hands, bringing it easily to my mouth as I turned my body towards him. He smoothly caressed my legs then gently lifted on until I was spread open before his hand moved down my inner thigh towards my waiting and wonton cunt. He teased me again by avoiding my most private area and trailing his fingers up and down my inner thighs.

"Then, while I was fucking her from behind, holding her by her arms, I pulled her up until I had my hands wrapped firmly around her and my cock was still firmly lodged inside her." He finally placed his fingers at my entrance and moved two of them inside me as he explained what happened next. "She went stiff in my arms when I stopped using my arms to hold her up and just steadied her. But the real shock is when I pulled her down onto me while thrusting as deep as I could go."

There was a hard predatory tone creeping into his voice. "Her body weight forced her down onto my cock and her pussy was running out of room. Since I was holding her up from behind she couldn't grab at me with her arms or legs. She grabbed onto my arms and used them to steady herself on my cock. That's when she came so hard that she started squirting everywhere. Her pussy spasms gripped me so hard that I lost control and started pumping load after load into her with every thrust." His excitement was visibly intoxicating, but there was an edge to it. Out of all of his experiences that he shared with me so far, this one stood out as being the least about shared eroticism and mutual pleasure and more about conquest. I shuddered when I imagined him turning that feral enthusiasm on me, taking me for his own use without regard for what it would do to me. The most frightening part was that a small voice in the corner of my mind relished the idea.

I don't know what I must have looked like with his cock in my mouth while I stared up at him with eyes so wide with fear. Lance had never done anything like that to me, for fear of hurting me. But he seemed so excited by what happened that I was genuinely concerned that instead of a playful demonstration that I'd be given the full service. For once I wasn't sure if I wanted it. Between licks to his head I asked the most important question to me. "Did she tear at all? Did she bleed on your cock?"

His hand continued to gently play inside my own pussy as he pressed the right places inside me, just within my entrance. But his face and tone changed, growing more relaxed and gentle as he looked down at me. His other hand caressed my cheek as I playfully gave a few more licks to him. "She did, but only a little. She'll be ok after resting a few days. I'm a lot gentler than some of the other talent out there. Don't worry Claire, I'll never hurt you. What happened today was part of the act, and both Annette and I knew the risk she was taking with me."

Part of me was relieved, but it still disrupted the mood of wanting to remake every sordid detail of his day. I let his erection escape my lips and looked up at him. I felt a tear leave my eye and roll down the side of my face back towards my ear. "Lance. I'm scared... please can you just make love to me?"

He nodded. "I'd love to Claire." He moved down and kissed me, the first of many kisses that started to trail down my body. I knew he wanted to use his mouth to make me cum, because that was one of the few ways to ensure I was wet enough to take him.

I gently lifted his head with both hands and we looked at each other face to face. "I've been ready since before you got in the door. Take your pants off and take me."




Sharing Ch. 01



He quirked an eyebrow at me. I was usually wanting more foreplay, not less. Now here I was telling him I was ready like a woman in one of his scenes, as though I had my own "fluffer" hidden away somewhere. He reached into his back pocket and took out a condom like he always did with me. I took his hand into mine and slipped my fingers around the wrapper. He had taught me how to put it on him without us losing too much of the excitement. But instead of unwrapping it I watched him slide his pants down to the floor. He almost never wore underwear, and today was no exception. I admired his toned legs and firm ass just like I had ogled the rest of him before. I smiled up at him when we caught each other using our eyes to take each other in.

But when he knelt in front of me so that I could wrap him up in latex, I threw caution and the condom to the wind and behind the couch. He looked somewhat alarmed. He knew I couldn't use birth control. We both knew. Don't ask me how I reasoned this out, but for some reason I didn't want to feel safe from his cock. I wanted his cock, his embrace, his love, and I wanted all of those to make me feel safe. I didn't want to have any kind of protection between me and Lance, because I didn't want to be protected from anything Lance could do to me. I trusted him.

He looked into my eyes as though to ask if I was sure, and I was grateful that he said absolutely nothing beyond that inquisitive glance. Instead he grew bold as well, and caught me up into his arms while I screamed with giddy shock. I saw where we were going and my heart soared that we were going back to his bedroom. In almost no time he had me laying down beneath him but with pillows and a mattress beneath me instead of his living room couch. We kissed longingly, exploring each other as he held himself above me with those wonderful arms on either side of my shoulders, resting himself on his elbows as his hands moved to cradle my head.

My hands trailed down his back towards his ass as we kissed, then parted to trail up to his oblique's, feeling the ridges at the edge of his abs as I moved them down around his front and then in between us. I was about to grasp as his member and move it to join us when he pushed up breaking our kiss. I gasped in shock when he firmly grasped his cock while resting on his other arm and placed it squarely between the lips of my pussy. I cooed as he slowly moved it deep inside me, and I helped him along by spreading my own lips apart for him to glide in with even less friction.

All too soon I felt the head of his cock come to rest against my cervix. But when he bottomed out he moved to rest on his knees and lifted my ass up to place a pillow beneath it. I bit my lips as he repositioned again, moving his legs out behind him and keeping his torso low to the ground. This position caused the entire length of his cock to press even harder against all of my most sensitive regions within. And then he began to move. He didn't thrust so much as rock back and forth, sliding his entire body back and forth right above me. His hard muscles rubbed into delicious contact with my smooth skin, and his gentle but powerful movements built up a beautiful feeling of warmth inside me.

I moaned and urged him on, my hand slowly trailing down my body to reach for my clit. With a yelp of surprise I found my hand lifted off of my and pressed hard into the bed near my face. I looked up to see his gentle face take on a determined expression. "No shortcuts, Claire. We've skipped too much already. You're going to build up an entire well of passion." As he continued to hold my wrist in his fist, his other hand moved to tease at one of my breasts. "And we are going to have sex for a long time as I work you into a frenzy, and you are going to come from deep inside yourself. You're going to writhe in ecstasy beneath me and scream as your pussy clamps down hard on my cock. But I won't stop rocking into you. You're going to come again and again while begging me to stop. But I won't. And I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum until you can feel it ooze out with every thrust. You're mine, and tonight we're not repeating some shit I did with anyone else. We're going to make love all night like the world doesn't exist."

I kissed him hard as I pulled him towards me with my free hand. Part of it because of how he was making me feel physically and part of it was because of how my emotions were wracking me from what we were doing. But mostly I was filling his mouth with my tongue to stop him from talking. He continued to fill me as well. And for two more hours he lived up to his word. I lost count of how many times each of us came, but he never stopped moving with me, never stopped that relentless pressure inside of me. By the end I could feel my inner walls grip and milk him as my cervix pulsated where it met the tip of his softening cock.

When we were completely finished I laid my head on his chest, uncaring of where my hair fell on or off of him. He held me with one arm as he rested on his back. "I needed that." I breathed the words out. "Treat me like that again and I'll invite another of my friends over for a threesome."

He kissed the top of my head. "You really like watching me fuck your friends, don't you?" He asked already knowing the answer.

I moaned slightly even though I was sexually exhausted. "It's actually really hot. I mean, everyone else can watch you on screen so shouldn't I get to in person?" I could see he was accepting my corrupted logic. "Hey," I ran a finger down between his pectoral muscles. "How about after I get off work I invite Paige over? She's taught me a lot of tricks that you really like, maybe we can both try some out on you at the same time."

He groaned but then uncharacteristically shook his head at the prospect. "No, I just want you to myself tomorrow."

Tomorrow, didn't he mean today? It was already past midnight. Then suddenly I grew tense when I eyed the clock next to his bed and groaned. "Oh god I have to get up in six hours."

He looked over at it then back to me. "No you don't." I looked up at him unbelieving of what he just said. He knew how important my work was to me, especially after everything that we'd been through. While I gazed at him like he'd just kicked my favorite puppy, he shrugged and continued. "After all, I already called your boss..."

"You what?!" I was far from speechless. I had at least three really angry speeches that occurred to me at that moment. "Why the hell did you do that?" I pushed my head off of his chest and glared at him. "What the hell did you say to Janine? God you're going to get me fired." And suddenly I stopped when he put a finger to my lips.

"I just told her it was our anniversary and I had made plans for us. Besides, it won't cause a scheduling problem because I called two weeks ago and simply reminded her today. She said everything was fine." He was smiling like a kid in a candy store, but I was still upset.

"And why did you tell her that?" I fumed.

That smirk was so charming usually, but right now it annoyed me. "Because tomorrow is our anniversary, Claire."

And suddenly I lost all of the steam and anger and was replacing it with embarrassment. To make it worse he continued. "So I took off work this whole weekend. I called your boss... and I made plans for us. Just us."

I looked sheepishly at him. I had no idea that he was so sentimental, but when I thought back hard enough I remembered that we'd been seeing each other for about a year. I guess it was a year on the dot.

He smiled at my fidgeting. "You had no idea did you?" He chuckled while I shook my head with embarrassment. I shrank into his arms as he wrapped them around me, filling me with warmth and comfort. "I'll forgive you, but only if you postpone our threesome till sometime next week. Deal?"

I playfully punched him in the ribs. "Deal."

We lay together with him spooning me for quite a while. His breathing was deep but even. I smiled as I drifted to sleep, thinking back on the most drama filled, sex filled, and wonderful year of my life. Now it was our life. "Happy anniversary," I whispered, "and I love you."

He held me contentedly in his sleep, and soon I joined him, my last thought being how much I loved this man and was so glad to have him in my life.



Sharing Ch. 02



Sharing - part 2 - Pat's Story

(c) Sven the Elder 

It's not necessary, but better if you read part 1 - Sven's Story first.

It's funny isn't it - for days before I left for my course our night-time conversation wandered through my head. I knew he'd often hinted that maybe, just maybe, we ought to be a little more open in our marriage. Up to now I hadn't been so sure. So called 'Open marriages' don't seem to work out that well, to me they had seemed to be an excuse for the male half to wander off and have a good time.

Now I was going somewhere where, if I was discrete, it looked like I might get a chance to be more 'open', except it didn't seem the wonderful idea it did last night in bed. Sven you hadn't said anything while saying good-bye just a little time ago before I drove off, but then it would have been silly of you to do so, or would it. Damn! I couldn't get it out of my mind. 'Turn the radio up, concentrate on driving and don't be silly' I told myself.

- o O o -

Nearly four tiring, hours later I pulled into the car park of the Hotel that was to be my home for almost a month. Fairly new, it looked passable, perhaps it might not be too bad after all. After parking the car I went and checked in leaving my bag for the moment. Just as well. As it turned out that the residential block for the school was a self-contained annex a short distance from the main area. Redirected, and now with my key I moved the car the couple of hundred metres and parked again before going in search of my room.

It turned out to be on the ground floor at the back overlooking an area of grass that sloped gently towards a lake. At least I looked to be in for a quiet stay, this might not be so bad after all, the rest would rather depend on my fellow students. Time would tell.

A little while later, having unpacked, fully checked the room out - no bath, but a good shower, I lay out on the bed. Whilst not over large it wasn't small and it proved to be quite comfortable when I lay on it. The room also had a small television and a student style desk for the study I would undoubtedly be expected to do in the evening. A small, cozy armchair completed the furniture. Idly I wondered if entertaining 'guests' was permitted. Giggling to myself I hoped the walls weren't too thin. 

I lay back on the bed and read the welcome pack. Another hour to the evening meal and the chance to meet the other students. That was over in the main building again, as was the lecture room. I decided to shower and freshen up after the journey. The shower was everything a shower should be - hot and strong. I managed to resist the temptation to spend too long, even still a soapy finger lingering, rubbing, started an itch that might be better contained for the moment. Sven you were right, you know me too well. I was going to be as horny as hell without you, even my 'toys' were not going to help for all the time I was away. Hell! What was it you said, 'Discretion - just don't rape the instructor on the first day.' Well - we'd see about that....

Half an hour later, I though 'Well he's safe!' The instructor that is, overweight, unfit, florid visage - 'Nope' - even I, horny as I felt, found him quite resistible. Trouble was the other students weren't exactly inspiring either. The young men, were just that, young men. Those a little older didn't, at first sight seem any better. Oh well, Sven my lovely - your comments not to get involved with other members of my course was going to be a very easy task to comply with. Only trouble was where else was I going to find the time to find me a willing bed partner. In fact, typical really. Away from home, pretending to be single - no rings, Sven, you had suggested I leave them off. As I hadn't worn them for a few days now, there were no ring marks either. So all the set-up I required, except no partner, no Don Juan heaving over the horizon, lusting after my body or even my mind.

And in the end not a lot of time either. The instructors, another man, marginally less inspiring than the one we met on the first night and a woman, worked us hard. Long days in the class room and more study at night. I was ending up so tired all I wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep. Even poor old 'buzz' remained untainted, his batteries unused. So much for sex, not even onanism was either interesting or happening. The instructors made a big play on that the first weekend away was for 'relaxing'! Yeah! Sure.

- o O o -

Friday evening I phoned you as usual Sven and we talked for a lovely long time. It was evident we were missing each other, but never having been into 'phone sex' we didn't cover much of that side of things. I was itching to ask if you'd 'opened' your side of the account, but then the opportunity didn't arise. Anyway, as I hadn't and didn't look as if I was going to I just let things be.

Saturday, heaven. A lie in, even if it meant missing breakfast, was luxury itself. I got up and showered with 'Buzz' - the first moment I'd either had the time or the interest in my plastic friend.

The warmth of the shower and the hot water playing on my breasts and belly were wonderful. I ran Buzz, turned low, across my breasts, my nipples perking up as ever. I used my other soapy hand, rubbing across them, pulling, pinching a little, moaning as those sensual contractions started in my pussy. I could feel myself moistening, lubricating as I ran my fingers across my stomach and into my short fur. I walked Buzz along my outer lips down under, shuddering a little as I drew him back across my rosebud to the base of my spine. My eyes shut I imagined your fingers Sven's darling, running down my lower back, touching, feeling, exciting me, then I moved Buzz's tantalising shape back using him to spread my lips, lubricating his tip then moving in on my clit. I could hear my moans now, like a distant sobbing, not really part of me, not really aware that it was 'me' making the sound. With Buzz busy against my clit, I pulled at my breasts with the other, finally moving back down to use one hand on my clit, the other stroking Buzz in and out of my now thoroughly aroused opening. Finally I came in a crashing orgasm that quite literally brought me to my knees in the shower. Still trembling a little in the aftershocks, I washed off the soap and my juices. What a delicious way to start the day - Alive. I felt so alive, ready for anything.

In the late morning Autumn sunshine I walked to the Hotel's main building, picked up a newspaper and ordered coffee. Bliss. Not to be in that blasted classroom. Most of the other students had gone home for the weekend, they mainly lived close by, I was the only interloper, so I now had the place largely to myself. I didn't want or need to go into town so I decided to explore the grounds of the hotel. The lake beyond the annex had looked particularly nice, so with my latest book I walked over the gardens in that direction, intent on discovery, or at the very least some nice undisturbed reading.

The summer house, tucked into a little discrete hollow was a gem, beautiful, an inspired choice in an inspired setting. I rounded the side and walked up the steps on to the veranda where the full length sliding doors had been pulled back. The armchairs looked and when I sat in one, were comfortable. Sat inside out of the slight breeze and in the sunshine it was quietly elegant - just right.

A little while later, engrossed in my book, I was a rather startled when a man, I took him as a new guest, I hadn't seen before walked past the front of the veranda and then on down to the pier at the edge of the lake. He hadn't seen me, sat back, now slightly in shadow. I watched as he looked at the boats further out. He had dark hair and a slight build looking to be a about the same age as me. He was interesting and I found myself idly wondering if he was a guest and on his own. I glanced at my watch and realised that dinner was not far off and I wanted to freshen up first. I just about had time, so I picked up my things and went to my room.

As I changed for dinner I started to put on my trousers, well jeans really, then changed my mind. Thinking of the stranger, maybe, I put on a slightly 'naughty but nice' skirt, blouse and stockings instead - I giggled a bit as I thought of the possibilities, then told myself to 'behave'. Then thought again that perhaps my chance to 'open' things up a little might occur. Humming to myself I made my way to the bar to have a drink before dinner.

- o O o -

I watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he came into the room. He looked rather nice, he looked round at the three or four other groups of dinner guests, then at me. I watched as he studied me, then came on into the room and made his way to the bar beside me. I wondered would he make the first move, or would I? If he made the first move, would I play hard to get or would he? I licked my lips in anticipation of the chase, then blushed inwardly at the over signal I'd just given. He studied me in the mirror - damn! I wished I hadn't given up smoking, at least it gave you something to with your hands - I took a drink instead and decided to go into dinner - I smiled sweetly at him as I got off the stool and went though the door to the dining room, still able to watch him in the angle of one of the side mirrors. I saw him check out my legs and rear, so I wiggled a bit more as I went through the door. 'Really Patricia,' I said to myself, 'What are you thinking?' Then again I giggled inwardly as I realised the gusset of my knickers was moist. I wondered if he was picking up the pheromones yet? Time would tell. I wondered how long he was staying, I had all the weekend left yet....

I sat at the table allocated to me so as to be able to look across the room, but not directly, that way he wouldn't know if I was weighing him up. I realised then, that as I thought about it I had all ready made my mind up - he didn't know it yet, but unless something untoward happened we were going to mutually get laid tonight, at least I hoped so, that was my plan. But I hadn't reckoned on his it seemed. Ten minutes later he came in with another man, he'd obviously been waiting for in the bar. Damn! Damn! Damn! This wasn't fair, it wasn't in the script, least ways not my script. Ah well, perhaps tomorrow. I didn't pay too much more attention to them, other than to note that they were evidently good friends and that once or twice they looked in my direction. 

Having finished dinner I moved back into the lounge section of the bar to have my coffee, my back to the dinning room, I went back to reading my book. 

A little while later a voice, then a hand on my shoulder startled me as my stranger asked if they might buy me a drink and join me. I stammered "Yes", a little annoyed that I hadn't seen them approaching or even thought of them again. 

"I'm sorry to have made you jump you, my name's Bob, this is Jim, what can I get you?

Stifling the sudden urge to say 'excited' I responded with "Good evening, I'm Pat, I'll have whiskey and water if I may, if they have it a Grouse will do nicely."

As Bob went off to get the drinks, Jim sat down in the chair beside me. He smiled and glancing at the bar then back to me said , "as you were on your own before dinner Bob was going to ask you to join us, but you'd gone in just before I arrived." "May I ask what brings a girl like yourself to these parts at this time of year?"

I was telling him about my course when Bob came back with the drinks - large ones - Hmm I thought, can he; they be trying to take advantage of me. The evening was becoming more interesting by the moment. I wondered if they would both try to hit off me, now I hadn't considered a threesome, but these two were both rather dishy and if push were going to come to shove, as it were, I wouldn't want to choose between. Hey! Maybe my Christmas was about to come early or maybe I was leaping ahead too quickly.

The conversation ebbed and flowed between the three of us as we realised that they too were on the same course, just the one that started a week later than mine. The drinks were got in again, then again. Bob leaned forward to make a point, putting his hand on my knee as he did so, then realising what he'd done, blushed and apologised. "Sorry Pat, didn't mean to make the point quite like that."

I laughed and said "don't worry, I'm a toucher as well, I won't take offence." In any case the little frisson that had run up my back had made it's own point within me. Somehow in my head I had crossed my Rubicon, I wanted these two, wanted to be used, wanted to be fucked and fuck them as well. Suddenly the whole tenor of the evening had changed. Who would make the first move? I decided I needed the ladies room, so swaying, just a little, I stood up and went off, plotting my next moves in my head as I went. 

Relieving the pressure on my bladder made me more comfortable. At the same time I slipped my knickers off and put them in my handbag, 'That might surprise them', or maybe not. I splashed a little cold water on my face to freshen up a little, then checked to see if there was any damage to what little makeup I wear. None. Right - let battle commence...

I walked back into the lounge - 'Bother!' No Bob. Perhaps he was freshening up as well. I rejoined Jim, who stood up as I got to him. "Pat, Bob apologises, he's had to go off to his room for a few minutes, he's expecting an important phone call, he may join us again later."

Well that sorted that one out! No matter perhaps I could have my 'wicked way' with Jim. As I sat back down, the unaccustomed 'au natural' feel down below made me hornier than ever - Sven darling - for what I hope to be shortly receiving forgive me... "That's all right Jim, I'm sure he'll catch up with us."

Jim looked slightly startled, then laughing a little agreed. I waited for the next move, eager to see how we got from here to there. 

"Pat - I don't suppose.." I waited while Jim coloured a little, then looking embarrassed, carried on, "that is, mmm, would it be too forw.. emm, would you consider it too ah, if I ah, suggested a night-cap back in my - ah room?"

Now he really was blushing, I laughed and put him out of his misery - "Jim, if that's a proposition - I accept." And stood up bending to pick up me book and handbag, while at the same time keeping an eye on Jim in the mirror just to his left. I had the hardest job keeping from bursting out laughing at his face - he stood there for a several seconds with his mouth open as he took in what I had just said. Then just before I stood up again he half regained his composure and started to protest at what I had just said.

"Jim -", I cut him short with a smile, "I accept, and held out the crook of my arm - "lead on."  

In the end he gave up, laughed put his arm though mine and we left the room. Jim turned out through the Lobby and we went out the front door and turned in the direction of the annex where my room was. This was getting interesting, his room was obviously in the same annex.

We got a little beyond the main lights at the front of the building and Jim suddenly stopped. "Pat..." he started, so I kissed him, and he stopped talking, well you would wouldn't you. We came up for air with Jim still looking like a startled rabbit. 

"Jim," I said, "do I really have to draw you a picture?" This time he kissed me, his hands on my back moving slow down to my rear and pulling me into him. I could feel him growing against me. This was beginning to look a very promising potential end to the evening. We came up for air again - "mmm, Jim, that was nic..." then he kissed me again.

In the end I broke loose to catch my breath properly - he looked at me. "Your room or mine?" Then without waiting he grabbed my hand and we almost ran the remaining distance to the annex and his room.

Inside and I kissed him, the door closing on the auto-close behind us leaving us in the gloom of whatever small amount of light coming in through his open curtains. Jim's hands were busy undoing my blouse then fumbling for my bra catch, before I slipped the front fastener for him. Then his hands caressed my breasts and the feeling was like an electric shock as I caught my breath. Jim backed me down the short passage into the bedroom area and I undid his trouser belt, sliding everything down his legs. His cock rubbed past my cheek leaving a smear of precum as I stood back up. Jim's hands came up my legs, found my stocking tops and then my bare cheeks above. His muttered "Oh Pat!" said everything needed as he pushed me gently back onto the bed. I spread my legs as wide as I could, found his penis and guided it to my waiting wetness. Jim found it and then I caught my breath with the feelings and pleasure of him continuing and pressing right home. Deep into me - pubic bone to pubic bone.

He waited as we both caught our breath for a fraction then I flexed my hips under him. "Jim - just fuck me. Now!" He didn't need any other encouragement, slid almost out of me as I followed him up, trying to keep him in me, then plunged deep in again. 

Sven, darling, it was a different fullness to when we make love, but just then, when I needed it so much every bit as lovely, maybe you have married a slut after all! 

Jim and I rutted like rabbits this was sex, for sexs' sake, nothing more - pure lust. Jim didn't last long and went rigid against me, his back arched, his penis buried deep. Then a gasp of breath and a half pull out followed by another rigid spasm of ecstasy, my legs clasped behind his waist. Then he eased down until I was back flat against the bed and I could feel his sperm oozing out and down the crack of my backside. But I still hadn't cum - I was almost weeping from frustration - then I thought I was going to die, first from shock, then embarrassment. 

"Have you two finished for the moment?" Bob's voice struck out of the gloom. He had been in the room all along. I had felt Jim tense against me so I realised he hadn't expected this to happen. 

I didn't think really, in fact I heard my voice before I had thought about what I was saying - "Do you mind sloppy seconds then?"

There was a click and a bedside light came on and I realised we were in a double room - Bob was lying, looking at us, propped up on one elbow, stark naked. My eyes were drawn to his groin and his rigid erection - that my darling Sven is when I truly knew you had married a slut. I gently rolled Jim to one side and still wearing my stockings and suspenders, slipped my skirt off and with Jim's cum still oozing from me rolled Bob onto his back and kneeled either side of him. He wasn't as long as Jim, or you, but fatter than either of you and he filled me completely as I slid down onto him, Jim's juices lubricating us both beautifully and making the sensation unquestionably one of the best for a very long time. This time I made the running, reaming myself up and down Bob's wonderful toy. I leaned forward so that he rubbed against my clit and I felt myself carried forward on the tide of my rising orgasm. Dimly in the background I could hear Bob grunting and realised he too was on the verge of cumming as well. I rammed myself down onto him one final time as he arched and speared his way upward into me, his sperm oozing out of me round the fatness of his length. Almost overcome, I fell forward onto his chest as I felt him first go limp and then slip out of me. 

Slowly I became aware of Bob running his fingers through my hair, and gently kissing my face as he held me to him. Jim produced a small towel and washcloth and cleaned me up at the same time. A little later we were sat together, more or less dressed, both men more than a little subdued, as we had the 'night-cap' promised earlier. 

It was Jim who spoke up. "Pat - I'm sorry - we had joked that we might both - No! that sounds worse..." Then Bob tried to continue, "that is, well, Oh shit! I'm sorry too, we didn't mean that to happen."




Sharing Ch. 02



Neither Miranda nor I referenced her plan until Monday morning as we were having coffee prior to her leaving for work. (I worked a sort of early second shift most of the week; she was a nine-to-five middle manager at a major corporation.) I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, barefoot, she in her work attire--sharp trousered women's suit, navy with a wide pinstripe, and a crisp white blouse. She wore a pair of major league fuck-me heels. Her makeup was perfect, and her blond hair casually chic.

"So what's on at work today, beautiful?" I asked. We both worked hard at taking care of ourselves physically, but she was more successful at it than I, and I never took her for granted, physically or in any other way.

She smiled at the compliment. "Do you remember that Scotsman I told you about a couple of weeks ago?"

"Ummmmm . . . the kid who visited the office?" I answered, sipping my coffee. "His father is a consultant or something?"

"Oh, Ken!" she shook her head with an expression of mock anger, her short hair brushing her cheeks. "You just don't listen to me!"

"But kelli does," I replied playfully.

"That's why I'm mentioning this," she answered seriously. "It's a friend of his, nor his father who's the consultant and who lives here right now. Cal is visiting. It's his first trip to the US.

"Ken, I think he's the one." My wife looked at me directly. "His friend told me he's coming in today, and I'm gonna see if he wants to do lunch."

I looked back at her. She really means it, I thought. This was not in a scene. This was in our vanilla kitchen with her ready to go to work and me in guy mode. She really means it. "Oh . . . yeah?" I faltered.

Miranda put her hand up to her mouth and laughed with delight. "Oh, sissy, you look so shocked!"

I sank to my knees in front of her. "Mistress, I didn't think . . . well, this is so quick." I was babbling, and seamlessly, I had become kelli for my Queen.

"Oh, kelli, Cal is such a HUNK! He is just the neatest young stud you can imagine. And I think he likes me. Some young guys like older women, you know."

"Yes, Mistress, and a guy would have to be dead not to want you." I was utterly serious.

"Thank you, sweetie," she smiled and stroked my cheek. "You want to kiss my pretty shoes?"

"Yes, please," I begged, and she held one foot up to me in her sexy heels. I began to kiss and lick the leather, my cock rock hard in my jeans.

"He's a med student in Glasgow, and this visit is a summer break for him. Oh, how I hope he goes out with me! Think of me at noon, sissy. I am going to be the sexiest slut you can imagine if Cal and I do lunch."

I made a little mew. Drawing back her foot, Miranda loosened her slacks and dropped them to her ankles. "Kiss me goodbye, little kelli," she ordered, and I kissed the crotch of her panties. I could smell her.

"See," she said with a giggle, "I'm wet just thinking about him. Whoops, gotta run!" Pulling up her suit pants, she blew me a kiss on her way out, as I remained kneeling, looking at her with love and confusion. "Love you, babe," she said and was gone.

I found myself tempted to call her at work but avoided doing so both before and after I arrived at my job. It was not my best day at work as my mind worked with mixed excitement and anxiety. It was fortunate for me that no police noticed the speed with which I drove home that night.

Miranda greeted me at the door with a long, lingering kiss and her fingers spread and gripping my buttocks through my suit pants. She literally growled, "Hi, tiger!" and led me to the kitchen, where she had dinner ready.

"Miranda, what happened?" I began, but she shushed me with another kiss. Holding me in a tight embrace, she said, "I'll tell you in bed," and, amazingly, we had an enjoyable dinner. She was funny and focused on vanilla things, and after a little TV, she nodded her head in the direction of the bedroom. "Let's do it, sweetie," she smiled.

As I entered the smaller bathroom for evening ablutions, I saw that she had laid out a white babydoll for me to wear. There was no wig, but hot pink nail polish was next to my toothpaste.

When I headed for our bedroom, the babydoll as brushing my upper thighs, and my toe and fingernails were painted pink.

Miranda was lying on the bed with the sheets pulled back. Her nude body was incredibly erotic, and I stopped just to drink her in. All five inches of my hard cock thrust out against the white cotton of my nightie. 

"You look so sweet," she smiled. You're a pretty boy, and I love your pretty nails in pink." I blushed in embarrassed pleasure. How much it meant to be Miranda's sissy.

My wife spread her arms open. Tugging down my panties as I knelt next to her on the bed, she guided my hard cock directly into her wetness, and soon I was under her and deeply embedded in her warm center with her slim hardness resting along the length of my body.

After a deep kiss, she drew back her head and pumped up and down on me a few times. I of course deferred to her pace. Looking down at me with a lovely mix of lust and tenderness, my Queen said, "Friday. We're going out Friday, and I'm bringing him home afterwards."

"Yes, Mistress," I assented. 

"Oh, he WANTS me, Ken! He really, really wants me! We did everything but grope each other at lunch! I didn't get back to the office until 3:30, and Miles was looking daggers at me." Miles was Miranda's supervisor. She giggled. "But I didn't care. Cal and I talked about everything. He is SO cool and sexy. What a fuck he'll be!"

I looked my question at her. 

"Yes, he knows all about kelli, and he loves the idea!" She moved up and down on my dick as she felt it wilt a little, bringing it back to rigidity.

"He wants you to watch him fuck me, and we talked how I'd laugh at you and how pitiful you'd look." Miranda was beginning to pant, and her pussy was liquid heat. "He asked me if I thought you'd cry, and he called you my little sissy boy."

"Miranda," I choked out. "I don't know if I can do this." My mind was reeling over immensely confused images and thoughts. I was at once hugely excited by this ultimate submission to the power and Domination of my wife but terrified by the thought that she would prefer this man to me and--unbearably--leave me for him.

It was as if my Miranda read my mind. She covered my face and neck and shoulders with kisses. "Oh, sweetie, oh, lover, this is for you, too! This will bring us closer than we've ever been. That you would do this for me, allow this to me, do you have ANY idea how much I love you for that? You are my loving submissive AND my husband. No one ever, ever, ever will take your place.

I held her upper body close as she began to piston her center up and down on my thrusting cock. I could feel her tightness clench against me as I shot my cum into her, her--my wife, my lover, my Mistress, my Queen. There was NOTHING I wouldn't do for this most wonderful of all women.

I cried out my passion as she screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes!"

Afterwards, I cleaned her sweet pussy of what she called my sissy cum and fell asleep with my head nestled between her thighs, her soft hand on my hair, and the smell of her surrounding me.



Sharing Ch. 02



I knew the pub where the meeting was to take place. It was on the edge of a town about half-way between where we lived in Hertfordshire, and where the studs lived in East London. A big impersonal place, but ideal for our meeting.

My first impression of 'The Boys' was not good. All muscles and tattoos. They were in their late twenties, short cropped hair, athletic looking. They were Steve and Mark. I could see that Abi was impressed, they would certainly give her a good workout. They were ex-army, but now working for a private security firm. They got into sharing a woman while they were on a posting in Germany. They had gone to a local brothel late one night, only to find that all the girls except one were occupied, 'Long time'. And the only available girl was anxious to be finished for the night.

"But," She had said. "I will do you both at the same time, for a discount."

After that, they found that there were many women who fantasised about being fucked both ends at the same time. 

My first impression was wrong, they were well educated, amusing and good to be with. We arranged that they should come to our house the next night, Saturday.

We parted company in the car park. As soon as we were in the car, Abi said;

"Find somewhere quiet, I need fucking."

The third such invitation in two days!

I drove slowly along the minor road taking us away from the pub, looking for somewhere to pull off the road. Abi spotted a likely place, not a lay-by, but a place where cars had parked to access a footpath across the fields. Abi was out of the car as soon as it stopped moving, pulling up her skirt to climb over a stile into the field. By the time I locked the car and joined her, she was leaning on the top rail of a fence with her skirt up around her waist, her knickers were draped on the fence alongside.

It was not fully dark, but it was unlikely that anyone would be using the footpath that late, unless they too were looking for somewhere to fuck. I unzipped and pushed my pants and shorts down, allowing my pounding erection to spring free. Abi reached between her legs and guided me into her wet slot, then rubbed her clit as I fucked frantically into her. It was over in seconds. Two cows in the next field watched disinterestedly as we rearranged ourselves and returned to the car.

"I'll do it properly when we get home." I promised.

Abi pulled the dress up again, spread her legs and began to massage her clit. She continued all the way home. She had left her knickers draped on the fence.

And yes, I did do it properly when we got home. Twice.

Time dragged by the next day, but at last 'The boys' arrived. I opened a bottle of wine and we drank a toast to sharing. Abi wore a very simple shift dress in a clingy fabric. It was obvious that she was bra-less from the way her tits moved against the material. I was in Tee-shirt and jeans. I had not worn underpants. I was not sure what my part was, if any, in the events to follow, but at least I could be naked quickly if required. 

"Shall we go upstairs?"

Asked Abi, obviously keen to get started.

She led the way with me bringing up the rear with the unfinished wine. We had decided to use the guest room rather than our own bedroom. The guest room has twin beds that can be zipped together to form a super-king-size. Big enough for three, or perhaps four?

Once in the room, Abi pulled the dress over her head. No underwear. She was gloriously nude.

"Who's going to be first?"

She asked innocently.

Mark and Steve quickly removed their own clothing, revealing two very erect pricks. Mark was circumcised and slightly smaller than myself in both length and girth. Steve was uncut and well endowed. As thick as mine but longer.

Abi's eyes were glazed with lust, her nipples like pebbles. She dropped to her knees and took a prick in each hand, caressing, trying them for size. She bent her head and sucked Mark's knob into her mouth, laving it with her tongue before relinquishing her prize to try Steve's offering. She went from cock to cock, licking and sucking as though she was starved of what they contained.

My own boner was straining for release. I slipped out of my clothes, sat in a chair that I had positioned to be able to see the action, and began to wank gently. The boys lifted Abi to her feet and laid her on the bed, then took up positions either side of her. They each latched their mouths onto a tit, occasionally releasing it to kiss her mouth. Mark, to her left, had his right arm around her neck. He slid his left hand down her body to her junction and she spread her legs to allow unimpeded access to her gaping vulva. Mark used his fingers to stretch her even more open while Steve gently pushed two fingers into her twat. His left hand was hidden from my view beneath her bottom. As Mark spread Abi's cunt even wider, I realised that Steve had pushed a finger up Abi's arse. He was now strumming her clit and Abi quickly shuddered into her first orgasm.

Steve turned to me and said;

"Do you want to go first mate? She's your missus."

I was being invited to fuck my own wife. I quickly positioned myself between her thighs and offered my straining tip to Abi's wide stretched hole. One thrust and I was in up to my balls. The boys rolled away, leaving Abi to wrap her legs around my waist as I raced to an unstoppable finish, crying out as I fired my hot spunk into Abi's clasping cunt.

Before I could catch my breath, a hand pulled me away and Mark quickly filled Abi's recently vacated hole. He too, fucked her very quickly. I watched his buttocks clench as he pumped his seed to join mine inside Abi's still orgasmic sheath. He pulled out quickly, cock dripping with spunk, and Steve took his place, sliding his monster into Abi's by now, well lubricated cunt. I could hear the squelch as he rammed her, displacing the two previous deposits before releasing his own into the slippery depths. 

Steve disengaged. Abi remained in her spread-eagled, ravished position. Her cunt gaped open as spunk dribbled out, down her arse-crack and into the sheet.

I suddenly felt embarrassed, naked with two virtual strangers present. I did what any good, English host would do. I went downstairs to make tea.

It was surreal, four naked people sipping tea and making small talk. Abi terminated the small talk abruptly, by asking sweetly;

"Do you two fuck each other?"

I choked slightly on the last dregs of my tea. Steve and Mark looked at each other and grinned sheepishly.

"Very occasionally," Replied Mark. "we are not homo's, but yes, we do. I suppose you want a demonstration?"

Abi's eyes shone with mischievous lust.

"Yes please."

She said. Steve lay down on his back, Mark knelt between his legs and took hold of Steve's half-hard prick, wanking it to full stiffness before taking it into his mouth. Abi moved close for a better view. I too, was fascinated. I have seen movies of men doing each other, but never in the flesh. Mark licked his way down Steve's rigid column of flesh and sucked each of his balls before moving on to his arsehole, rimming it with his tongue and pushing deep into the hole. Steve asked if we had any lubricant. While Abi scurried to comply with the request, Mark got up and pulled Steve down the bed until he legs draped over the edge. He took the tube of lube and rubbed some well into Steve's anus, pushing a finger deep inside. He rubbed some on the tip of his own prick and offered it to the tight valve between Steve's buttocks. A firm, gentle push and the tip popped in. Another push and the entire shaft vanished into Steve's accommodating rectum.

Steve's own prick was equally stiff and waved about as Mark began to fuck him. Abi leaned forward and took the bobbing organ into her mouth, sucking it enthusiastically. She looked up at me, released Steve's cock and offered it to me.

"Want some?"

She asked. I shook my head.

"You don't know what you are missing."

She said.

She was right. I had never sucked a real cock. I had sucked on Abi's dildos, just to see what it felt like for her, but never a real, flesh model. And although I had never said as much to Abi, I did wonder what it must be like to have one shoot spunk into my mouth.

Now was not the time though. Mark pulled his cock away from Steve's distended hole, reminding Abi that they were there to fuck her, not each other. Abi swung a leg over Steve's recumbent body and lowered her cunt onto his face.

"What are you waiting for then?" She replied. "Get fucking."

She bent forward and continued to suck on Steve's lollipop. Mark positioned himself behind her and entered her doggy-style. She mumbled something inaudible, her mouth was full. This was what she had wanted, to be fucked at both ends simultaneously, and with the bonus of having her clit licked at the same time. They both took much longer this time and changed ends once. Mark came first, blasting his semen into the back of Abi's throat. This triggered Abi's orgasm and she released her oral grip on Mark's cock so that she could yell out her appreciation.

I could see the come inside her mouth. Steve took this as the cue for his own release and pumped his second load into Abi's clenching cunt. Abi fell forward, slipping off Steve's still hard unit. Mark took it into his mouth and sucked their combined juices off his friends cock, then sucked the rest out of Abi's cunt. Steve moved to the front and kissed Abi on her spunky lips, also getting a taste of man-juice.

My own prick was ready to burst. I had been wanking it vigorously the whole time. But I wanted to hold back my spunk, in case it was needed elsewhere. I would have welcomed any of their lips around by knob, milking out what felt like a prize winning load. And they all seemed to like the taste.

It did not happen. I would have to hold onto it a little while longer. While the three of them recovered, Abi quizzed them on their sex-life. Was it easy to find women who liked to be double fucked? "Very." Was the reply. It would seem that riding tandem was a more common fantasy than being taken by force, something that I always found questionable. Sometimes the women were not looking for it, but jumped at the opportunity when offered. Other women advertised for a team effort, as Abi had.

The boys were hard again. I was hard still, visions of erotic threesomes floating before my eyes.

"This will probably be the last coming, so think about how you want it."

Steve told Abi.

Abi thought. But not for long.

"I want all three of you at the same time."

She announced.

"Steve in my cunt, Mark in my arse and you," (Nodding to me.) "in my mouth."

Steve lay on his back, wanking his prick up to strength. Abi carefully impaled herself on it. She leaned forward, dangling her tits into Steve's mouth as Mark prepared her bum-hole for buggering, smearing lubricant generously onto himself first, then probing into Abi's hole with a greasy thumb. He placed his tip against the target and with an easy thrust, slid full length into her. She howled as her body adapted to the intruder, she says that it hurts every time at first, even though I regularly make use of this, alternative route.

She indicated that she was ready for me and I offered my straining knob to her lips. The boys began fucking. It was awkward at first, to co-ordinate three enthusiastic prongs, but we soon got into a rhythm. I did not think that I could last long, but in fact, Abi was the first to come, overwhelmed by the assault on three fronts. She let me slip out of her mouth and howled. I could not hold back, I took my shaft in my hand and with a few quick strokes, brought myself off, spraying the three of them with pearly-white streaks of come.

The boys followed in quick succession and soon withdrew their depleted weapons. Abi was covered in spunk from my ejaculation, Mark's was dribbling from her arse and Steve's from her cunt. She had never looked more beautiful. I realised just how much I loved her. 

We parted company after agreeing to repeat the experience.

***

The date arrived for the 'orgy'. The address given was a large, double fronted Victorian house in an expensive North London suburb. There was to be drinks and a light buffet type meal first before getting down to business. Dress code was smart casual for the social part of the evening, and optional for the sexual part.

Helen, the lady of the house, took on the task of 'looking after' me. She explained that numbers were depleted tonight, several males from the group were away on business, leaving an imbalance - eight men and twelve women. A pity, she went on, as tonight was a 'ladies choice' night, one of the women would be taking on all the males present!

We were eventually shown down a flight of stairs to the basement of the house. There were changing rooms and showers before the room opened out into a large 'playroom'. I chose to go naked, still not sure of the etiquette.

The playroom, which I later discovered was a swimming pool, covered by a retractable floor, had a low ceiling and soft lighting. There were numerous couches at the sides. In the centre of the room was a black X. A young woman named Jan, who had caught my eye during the socialising, was suspended by her wrists from rings in the ceiling. Her legs were spread apart by what is known in the bondage world as a spreader bar, forcing her slim body into the shape of an X. Black, because her clothing was made entirely from black leather.

I use the word clothing advisedly. In public, convention dictates that certain parts of the body are hidden. Specifically, the buttocks and genital areas, and in the case of a female, the breasts. This however, was not public, and Jan's 'clothing' reversed convention by leaving exposed everything normally hidden. A black leather 'cupless' basque, with suspenders supporting thigh length, black leather boots. Black leather long-sleeved gloves and a black leather blindfold.

The outfit exposed her shapely arse, her smooth shaven pubes and her small, perky tits, whose pink nipples stood out stiffly,. Her stretched out posture firmed the tits and allowed her pink cunt lips to be visible.

Upstairs, the men had drawn lots for 'pecking order'. Jan's partner Ian, had declined to draw, so there were seven men and no doubt what was required of us. Male number one stepped forward. Surprisingly, he was not erect. My own cock had been at least half-hard since I had undressed. Number one approached Jan quietly. She was aware of his presence, but not of his position. He leaned forward and took a nipple between his lips, causing Jan to gasp.

He released the teat and walked slowly around her, as if trying to decide on his next move. Eventually, he knelt at her feet placed his hands on her buttocks and drew her centre towards his mouth. His tongue snaked out and parted the already gaping lower lips and he drew his tongue up the moist slit until he was on her clit. Jan shuddered but remained silent. Number one moved round the back and repeated the move on the rear cleft. Out of my sight, but presumably tonguing the other hole.

He stood up slowly, pressed against Jan's back. Now he was erect. Close behind her, his cock stopped, pressed against the underside of the X. His peeled back, purple tip showed between Jan's legs as though she had grown a prick. He moved his hands down to her centre, placing one on her mound and directing his knob at her entrance with the other. His shaft slowly disappeared into her wet hole. Now she groaned in pleasure as he filled her sheath with his sword.

He moved both hands to her tits and fucked her hard, coming very quickly. When his spurts had stopped, he withdrew his wet, limp prick and stud number two moved into position. Number two knelt in front of Jan and removed the spreader from her ankles, tossing it aside. He raised her legs around his waist, Jan hooking them over his hips to support his her weight. Using both hands, he fed his length into Jan's spunky slot.

As he started to fuck into her, another man came forward. He appeared to be wanking as he walked, but he was rubbing lubricant on his stiff prong. He positioned himself behind Jan and carefully worked his tool into her stretched open arsehole. This time Jan cried out. Both holes stretched by rigid man-flesh. The men soon found a rhythm and began to see-saw in and out of her two holes. The man in front came first, but politely held Jan in position so that his fellow-fucker could finish buggering his victim.

When they moved away, Jan hung limply from the restraints, spunk dripping from her ravished holes. Man number four came to take his turn, repeating number two's, from the front, legs wrapped position. Helen, who was sitting alongside me, reminded me that I was number five.

"Fuck her up the arse."

She suggested. I hesitated. To do so, my cock would be touching that of fucker number five, and our balls would be bouncing off each other's. I had never experienced such close contact with a man. But I had also never been offered the opportunity to 'team' a woman. I could not resist. I moved in behind Jan and placed my rock-hard cock against Jan's slippery anus. I entered with an ease that surprised me. I could not control my ejaculation, blasting spunk into her in seconds. I managed to stay inside her until number four shot his up the other hole.

Numbers six and seven both opted for solo performances, one from the front and the last one from behind. Seven spendings ran from her well stretched holes to pool on the floor as two of the other women removed the blindfold and helped her down from her restraints. In fact, they were not restraints, just loops in the ends of the black ropes fixed to the ceiling. Jan had simply put her hands through the loops and was using them for support. The bondage was an illusion.

Jan was helped out to a bathroom to clean up. The audience split into small groups for the next phase of the orgy.

"Who would you like to do next?"

Asked Helen. I was still fully erect. Helen was close and gorgeous. She too, wore a cupless basque, but lacy, sexy, which allowed her large tits freedom. The suspenders were connected to black sheer stockings and her feet were encased in impossibly high heeled shoes. Needless to say, knickers were not part of the ensemble.

"I would love to lick your cunt."

I replied. Helen smiled and sat on the edge of a couch, legs spread. I knelt between them and began to feast on her luscious fruit. Helen's was the only cunt that I sucked that evening. My natural reticence told me that before long, all of the women would have been fucked and I could not bring myself to put my mouth to a hole wet with another man's come. I had, however, no such qualms about sticking my cock into a spunk-filled hole and I made sure that I tried every one available that night, excluding Jan's, Ronnie's and Abi's, even if I was unable to add my own juice to the cocktail. I did come inside Helen though, before moving on to explore other areas.

I don't know how many ejaculations I managed, but the imbalance of cocks to cunts did seem unfair on the girls. Most of my evening was spent as a spectator and I saw Jan's partner, Ian, being shared be three women. Kneeling in front of him, they passed his cock from mouth to mouth until he came, spraying spunk onto the upturned faces of all three.

The party ended when all the men were empty. We took a Taxi home. I was drained, but Abi was still high on sex and wanted to talk about the evening.

"Did you fuck everybody?" She asked.

"I penetrated all the women, but I did not come every time. Does a dry poke count as a fuck?" I replied.

"Probably not. I certainly had all the cocks up me and in my mouth, but there certainly was a semen deficiency. Did you suck all the cunts?"

I admitted that I had not, and on further questioning, why not. She shook her head in despair and said;




Sharing Ch. 02



"I licked a few, spunky or not. It tastes okay you know. We will have to cure your phobia if we are to progress as swingers. Would you do it with Steve or Mark?"

I was desperate to sleep. Under the duress of sleep deprivation, I agreed to try.

***

Abi had my anal defloration arranged by lunchtime next day. Steve and Mark would come over to 'do' me. I was both excited and terrified at the prospect of having my tail pipe reamed. Sucking a cock did not seem quite so daunting, but still filled me with trepidation. What made my fear worse was the waiting. I had almost two weeks to think about it. Abi decided that the time could be spent in 'training' me for the event, beneficial to me and amusing for her.

She acquired an eye-wateringly large ejaculating dildo, from which she made me suck greek yoghurt. (She thought that the idea of using greek yoghurt was a great joke.) She then buggered me with each of her toys, in ascending size, a bigger one each day, until I could take the new, squirty one without screaming in agony. By the time the appointed day arrived, I was prepared. Physically if not psychologically.

We were both showered and perfumed ready for the arrival of Mark and Steve. I had dressed, but although it was to be my 'treat', Abi wore only a thin robe. The boys were given drinks and were then hurried to the 'playroom'. Abi stripped off the robe and helped the boys out of their clothes. I was ignored as they kissed and fondled her nude body while she re-acquainted herself with their erections. Eventually she dropped to her knees and began to suck each in turn.

I undressed. My own prick was limp, even the sight of Abi's skilful fellation failed to cause my arousal. She released her oral hold on Steve's prong and offered it to me.

"Come on," she said, "get sucking."

I knelt beside her. She gave Steve one last suck and passed him to me. This was it. I held the base of it in my left hand, closed my eyes and gulped it into my mouth. Steve placed a hand behind my head and steadied me as I began to get the hang of it. Deeper and deeper I allowed the monster to reach into my throat, until I felt that I would choke. Steve placed his other hand on my neck and without warning, shot a huge spurt of come against the roof of my mouth. Then another, and another, until he was drained. I had no choice but to swallow, his hands prevented an escape. Thick, warm, viscous. No taste really, just salty. My first homosexual experience.

Steve released me and withdrew his softened stalk. Abi leaned across and kissed me, her tongue snaking inside to steal some of my reward. She pulled back and mouthed;

"I love you."

Of course, that was only the hors d'ouvres. Mark was anxious to move on to the main course. Sodomy. They positioned me on all fours, legs slightly parted. Abi greased up my bum hole, which instinctively clamped shut. Mark moved between my parted legs and placed his knob against the tight pucker. I relaxed, he pushed, I was speared. As easily as that. No pain, just a hot, full feeling. They must have pre-arranged who did what. Mark's cock was much smaller than Steve's. An ideal tool to begin the job.

He began to fuck me. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until he was ramming me, his balls slapping against mine. Suddenly he pushed all the way in and stopped moving. I felt his spunk rush into me. It felt hot and copious.

Not so bad after all. I was now bi-sexual. At least as a submissive.

There were more drinks and again I was ignored as Steve and Mark took turns to fuck Abi. Now I was hard. Now I was ready for more. I joined them on the bed. I don't think that either of them came inside Abi. If they did, their recovery rate was phenomenal. They placed me on my back on the bed, Steve raised and parted my legs and Abi lubricated my hole again. Steve brought his monster to bear. This time I wanted it, no resistance from me. He entered me easily, although this time there was some discomfort at first. Mark offered his prick to my mouth and I took it gratefully, relishing the spongy hardness and eagerly anticipating another mouthful of spunk. Someone took hold of my prick and a mouth closed over it. Abi. This must be what it felt like for a woman to be triple-teamed. I think that it may have been my most powerful orgasm ever, I released a torrent of boiling spunk into Abi's mouth, roaring with delight, losing Mark's cock from my mouth. He finished himself off by hand, spraying the result into my face and I loved it. Steve completed the performance by releasing another torrent of spunk up my arse. Again I could feel it. Hot and plentiful.

After a short break, my tutors decided that I would not be fully qualified without being sucked of by another male, and fucking a male up the arse. Steve volunteered to do the sucking. Would Abi suck him off as he sucked me? Abi needed no further bidding. A rather awkward triangle, but we managed. Mark primed himself as yet more spunk was ingested. Then, at Abi's suggestion, Mark fucked her from behind as I plundered his arse. I came like a champion, flooding Mark with my generous emission. I had never felt so aroused. I felt like I could fuck for England.

But it was over. I was a fully fledged bi. I have never since used my skills however, not in a man-on-man encounter. What the experience has done though, is that I will now happily stick my tongue up a used cunt. And feeling another mans balls banging against mine if I am part of a double penetration team has no fears for me.

The adventure continues. In the right circumstances I would probably suck another cock. And take one up the arse. The strangest part though, is that swallowing spunk does not perturb me. But the thought of kissing another man turns my stomach!



Sharing Ch. 02



Thank you for the great response to Chapter One! In this chapter I will continue with my story about sharing my best friend's husband, but before returning to my adventures, we will hear Lisa's point of view. That part is written in third person; I hope that's not confusing. 

*****

Lisa was feeling pretty proud of herself. Her best friend, Evelyn had been driving her crazy. Evelyn is a smart, pretty woman, but for some reason had not been out on a date since her divorce nine months earlier. It didn't make sense. Evelyn's sex drive had always been strong, and it was obvious that she wasn't getting any satisfaction lately. Lisa had expected Evelyn to jump right into the singles scene after she and Brad finally split up. That relationship never did seem right anyway.

Brad is nice to look at, and is very well-educated, but at 44 never really met his full potential. He usually only kept a job for about a year, maybe two, then on to something else. He had attempted all kinds of different careers, including teaching, insurance and selling stocks. Nothing satisfied him, so he always moved on. The thing is, each one of his careers that he dabbled in needed more school, or a license. He relied on Evelyn to support him while he studied and then found a job in each field. Lisa had been there for Evelyn to vent to. She knew Evelyn was unhappy about not only supporting Brad, but spending most of her hard earned money to pay for Brad's whims.

Evelyn is stable. She is a successful realtor, and has been with the same agency for almost 15 years. Every time Brad told her that he was tired of his job, and wanted to try something else, she knew that she was once again going to have to pay for more school. She wanted to travel, or buy a vacation home by a lake, but all their savings always went to Brad's education. Instead of traveling, they spent all their time at home, or with their friends at their homes. At least they had a lot of time to spend as a couple. They used that time well; sex was frequent, and Evelyn always said it was good.

Lisa had told Evelyn that she should stop enabling Brad with his career-changing whims, but Evelyn always helped him out. The job changes were bad enough, but then Brad started having different kinds of whims: twenty-something whims. So Evelyn finally left Brad, and Lisa was glad she did. Lisa was there for her friend as a shoulder to cry on, and to keep her company when she was feeling lonely. Lisa and Evelyn had become so close, they knew all their secrets, and shared everything. Well, almost everything.

Lisa had tried to encourage Evie to try internet dating, or go out to try to meet someone, but Evelyn was resistant. Evelyn preferred hanging out with their tight-knit group of friends, and did not feel comfortable seeking men out on the internet. Unfortunately, that meant that Evelyn wasn't getting any, and the deprivation was making her a bit edgy. Sex was often a topic of conversation with their group of friends, whether overtly, or by innuendo, and whenever it came up now, Evelyn would get even more frustrated.

So that is why Lisa decided to "loan" her husband Joe to Evelyn. Lisa knew that Joe would be up for it. They had been married for 25 years, and were very happy, partly because they were open-minded sexually. Lisa is bisexual, and Joe not only accepted that she wanted to be with women sometimes, he encouraged it. He loved it when Lisa brought a woman home with her after a night at the local bar. Joe liked to watch Lisa have sex with her lady friends. Joe and Lisa had also tried swinging a few times, and found that enjoyable as well.

For years Joe had told Lisa that he found Evelyn to be very attractive. Initially he tried to encourage Lisa to explore whether Evie was willing to have sex with her, but Lisa knew that Evelyn was totally into men, and she didn't want to go there. 

So on this warm summer evening Lisa was hosting their regular weekly gathering of friends, who were all outside swimming, drinking, and having a good time. Evelyn came into the house with Lisa to help get more drinks. Lisa just came right out and asked Evelyn if she would want to have sex with Joe. Evie was clearly surprised, but didn't reject the idea.

After a while, their other friends were getting ready to leave, and Lisa found a way to leave Joe and Evelyn alone in the spa. She hoped that Evelyn would make a move on Joe because Lisa did not get a chance to talk to Joe about her suggestion, and didn't think that Joe would seduce Evelyn without Lisa's permission. Lisa took her time saying goodbye to their friends, and then went upstairs to get ready for bed.

Lisa looked out her bedroom window to see whether Joe and Evelyn were getting cozy, and found out quickly that they were. She watched Evelyn give Joe a great blow job. Lisa could not peel her eyes off the scene. Lisa had always been the one watched, not the one watching. She knew that Joe really liked to watch her with other women, and on a few occasions with other men, but she hadn't ever really watched Joe with another woman before.

There wasn't much light outside, but between the moonlight, and the glow from the house lights Lisa could see that Joe was really enjoying his cock being sucked by her best friend. Lisa undressed, and began to caress her own breasts as she watched the scene in her yard. She reached down in between her legs, and felt that her pussy was dripping wet. She let her middle finger slide along her slit to spread the slippery moisture up to her clit. It felt good to rub her clit with small circles while watching Evelyn circle her husband's cock head with her tongue. When Evelyn dipped her head to deep throat Joe's cock, Lisa plunged her finger into her sopping wet hole. Watching the couple outside her window was such a turn on for her.

She could tell that Evelyn had just brought Joe to climax, and was a little disappointed because she had not yet cum. Lisa went to her nightstand drawer, and got out one of her favorite toys: a big pink dildo that had various vibrating speeds. She settled back in at her window seat, hoping for more of a show outside. She was in for a good one.

Evelyn was now sitting naked on the edge of the spa, while Joe remained in the water. Joe was feasting on Evelyn's pussy, and Evie was clearly enjoying every minute of it. Lisa sucked on her pink toy to get it wet, imagining that she was sucking on her husband's cock. She then spread her legs wide, with one foot on the window sill, and the other dangling from the bench that she was sitting on in the bay window in her bedroom. The light was off, so she knew that she could not be seen by Joe or Evelyn. She thrust the dildo deep into her pussy, and turned it on to a low, pulsing vibration. While she gently slid the vibrating rubber cock in and out of her pussy, she used her other hand to rub the bundle of nerves just above it.

She watched Joe stand up, and begin to fuck Evelyn. Evie wrapped her legs around Joe, while kissing him in the spa. She rocked on his pole for quite a while. Lisa knew that Joe has a lot of stamina, and even though he had already cum in Evelyn's mouth a little while ago, he would be ready for a few more rounds without a problem. Lisa also knew that Evelyn was desperately in need of a really good fucking, so it pleased her that Evie had taken her up on her offer to have sex with Joe. From the looks of things, Evelyn was getting exactly what she needed.

Lisa continued to finger her clit while increasing the speed of the vibrator that she was now eagerly thrusting in and out of her pussy. A combination of watching her husband fuck her best friend, and feeling the large vibrating dildo deep in her pussy, Lisa crashed into orgasmic bliss. She turned off the vibrations, and sat panting in her window seat, without removing the dildo from her pussy. She continued to watch the scene below her as the two people she cared most about in the world enjoyed a long, hot fuck with each other.

*****

Lisa must have drifted off because a while later she was startled when she felt a kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw Joe wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, and a smile on his face. He reached down, and gently removed the pink dildo from Lisa's pussy. She had fallen asleep with the toy still in place. He sat next to Lisa, and thanked her for telling Evelyn that she could be with him. He told Lisa that Evelyn had gone home after they had sex in the spa. He knew from Lisa's vantage point and position that she was aware of what had taken place, and had apparently enjoyed it too.

Even though Joe had already had two orgasms that night, the sight of his sexy wife dozing in the afterglow of masturbating brought his cock to attention again. He lifted his tall blonde wife and carried her easily to their bed, where he laid her down with her legs dangling from the side of the bed. He spread her thighs apart, and could smell the sweet smell of her juices which still remained from her self-induced orgasm, and which were beginning to flow freely again now that she was anticipating what Joe would do to her.

Lisa had enjoyed watching Joe with Evelyn, and was turned on by the fact that he was pleasing another woman, but she now craved to have him to herself. Joe kneeled between her legs and blew softly all around her pussy. He barely touched her with his lips. It tickled, and felt good, but it was such a tease! Joe rubbed his hand along Lisa's inner thigh, up to the point where his finger lightly touched the entrance to her vagina. Lisa was ready to explode with anticipation. She started to squirm, and begged Joe to stop his teasing and get to pleasing.

Joe never could deny Lisa whatever she wanted. He used his fingers to spread her labia apart, and dove in to suck on her swollen clit. Lisa almost came with that first touch. Joe loved to eat her pussy, and was REALLY good at it. He knew just when to lick and when to suck, and even when to gently bite. He moved his tongue along the length of her slit, from her drenched hole up to her clit, and back again. After a few minutes of using only his tongue, he slipped one of his long fingers into her and almost immediately flicked the switch inside, bringing on an intense orgasm for Lisa. Joe kept his finger in Lisa's pussy and felt her muscles clench. He needed to feel that on his cock.

Joe stood at the side of the bed, and pushed Lisa's legs up so that her knees were near her ears. He lowered his big cock into her throbbing pussy, and held it there for a moment to enjoy the sensation of feeling her pulse beat in her pussy. Joe leaned down and kissed his wife. She reacted by opening her mouth completely to let his tongue, which tasted like her pussy, fill her mouth. She sucked his tongue, and crushed her lips against his. When they broke for air, Joe lifted up a bit and plunged his cock as deep into her as it would go. He was no longer teasing, and was no longer being gentle with his vixen wife who he married so long ago, and loved more than ever. Lisa had several orgasms before Joe reached his third one of the night. When they were done, they were both spent. They curled into each other's bodies, and fell into a deep sleep.

***** ***** *****

When I woke up late on Saturday morning, my pussy was a little sore. It had been so long since I had been with a man that I was no longer conditioned for it. But wow! It sure felt great!

When Lisa first suggested that I have sex with her husband, I was taken aback. But I knew I wanted to. I had always been really attracted to Joe, and Lisa told me that he felt the same way about me. I knew that it would not bother Lisa since it was her idea. So I set my reservations aside, and went for it. The only problem is, I think I awakened a part of me that had had been dormant for many years.

I had been faithful to Brad, and was hurt to find out that he was not loyal to me. We had great sex throughout our marriage, but he told me that he wanted more. He wanted to be with younger women who were more exciting to him than I was. He felt more alive with the young women. I didn't understand, and I left him to play out his adventures on his own. I don't know if I was afraid of entering into a new relationship, or if I doubted whether I was still attractive to men, but now I knew that I had been stupid. I was beginning to understand the excitement that Brad said he felt when he was with other women.

Being with Joe was fantastic. He did things to me that Brad had never done, and that I had long forgotten from my single, wilder days before him. I wanted more. A lot more. I was going to have to figure out a way to thank Lisa for sharing Joe with me, and for waking up that part of me that had been sleeping.



Sharing Ch. 02



"Ugh!" I cried out as I threw my phone down at the table. "Why can't he just leave me alone?"

Paige rolled her eyes and grabbed up the offending device and read the text message aloud. "'I need you back baby. I wanna fuck you so bad!'? Seriously? Does the douche even think that'll work?"

I grimaced as I pressed the straw of my iced tea to my lips as though I needed to wash out a bad taste in my mouth... "He's always had an ego, but I never thought he was that stupid."

My friend just gawked at me for daring to come so close to paying Deric a compliment. "Not that stupid? He's a right wing nut job with the crappiest double standards and most hypocritical views I've ever met. What did you ever see in that loser?" Paige was never one to mince words. And when it came to my ex, she made her mind known. 

"He used to be different. He would stand up for me, and I admired him for that." I sighed as I toyed with my salad. "Love's complicated, you know? People change. Not always for the better, but they do; and then you want to convince yourself that the dumb kid you fell for in high school grew up into a man and not just an even dumber kid." I stretched out my hand to take my phone back.

"You mean he would make sure anyone who even looked at you learned to steer clear so he could lock you away all to himself. Hell girl he even tried talking you out of your job! You love that gig, don't let a man take that away from you!" She placed her hand over mine after placing my phone back into my open palm.

I nodded. After years of education and effort, I finally became trainer at Sea World. It was all my dreams come true. "I just think he couldn't stand how my success was changing me."

Paige abruptly interrupted my thoughts before I could continue. "You mean he couldn't stand that you were bringing in more money than him, and got insanely jealous when he saw how built one of your coworkers was under that wet suit. What was his name, Brad or something? He seems more your type, right?"

I shook my head, glad at the change in topics but still unsatisfied. "Brad's married, Paige. He's got three kids, and his wife is a friend to every trainer at the park including me."

She put her chin onto her fist as she rested her elbow down while struggling with my single status, her favorite charity mission to solve. Every conversation she mused aloud about one man or another that I knew. She never suggested anyone outside of my social circle, and certainly none of her modeling friends.

Her bracelets jingled together as she tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. Even when she pouted it just made her seem cute. Honey blonde hair, brown eyes, and full lips, set along with a knockout figure and golden tan skin, she further accentuated her features with the right makeup, fashion, and jewelry to draw attention to her assets. In other words, she was a complete knock out and even I could see it. No wonder she landed that modeling job, I thought.

"Enough of that mess. So how's the modeling biz? Are you getting hit on by all the photographers?" I grinned as I turned the tables on her. If there was one thing I knew about Paige, it was her odd discomfort in opening up on her own personal life, no matter how opinionated she was about everyone else's.

I chuckled quietly as she squirmed so predictably. "You know I don't like talking about work, Claire." She glanced nervously across the restaurant where we were having dinner. "But everyone at work is really nice, and it's really professional. Nothing happens off camera that you don't see at a shoot."

The reply seemed too careful. But I dismissed it. "Great. So when am I going to see you in a magazine or on a billboard? Haven't you been building your portfolio long enough?" I asked excitedly.

In hindsight I guess I was just wishing success for my best friend, considering how recently I felt that my goals were being fulfilled I wanted the same happiness for the woman who had been my primary support and sanity for the past few years. I had no idea that I was making her so uncomfortable every time I broached too close to this one taboo topic between us. And this time it was apparent that I would just keep tackling it head on now that I was no longer cramming biology textbooks for dinner.

My beautiful proud friend shyly toyed at her salad as her face turned down to gaze into all of the mysteries lettuce and dressing could offer. "You won't." She whispered.

Something was wrong. A tiny voice inside me told me to pretend I hadn't heard her, to leave her insecurities alone. But I wanted to find out what was causing her pain and I wanted more than anything to let her know that she would be ok. "Why not?" was all that I asked, though. I kicked myself inside for leaving her vulnerable to explain herself to me without more reassurance.

"There's no modeling portfolio, Claire." She said in a deadpan voice. 

It had to be joke, I thought. She had been talking about her shoots and her portfolio for almost two years now. She even quit her job as a waitress and dropped out of classes to pursue her career. How could the one thing that she abandoned her old life for be a lie?

I took a brief moment in the awkward silence to gather my thoughts. This was my best friend. She had been there for me in the hardest moments of my life, built up my confidence in myself, and encouraged me to go on and to succeed even when I had no one else. There was no way on earth I would ever abandon her, no matter what.

"It's ok Paige. I'm here for you." I reached forward and grasped her hands into mine. And in that moment of time I saw her as sad, lonely, and vulnerable. It broke my heart as I saw tears well up into her eyes.

"Promise me, Claire. Promise that you're here for me and you won't judge me." She pleaded in a voice quieter than I had ever seen her use. My outspoken lioness had turned into a mouse.

"I promise." I assured her, watching her try to relax as I caressed her hands.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and finally just said it. "I'm a porn star."

That was unexpected, but I had steeled myself for anything she might say. I was filled with a million questions all at once. Was this a joke? How long had this gone on? Did anyone else know? Did her family? But in the end I settled on the most important one. "Are you happy?"

She smiled slightly at the sheer simplicity of my question, and visibly let go of the tension she was feeling. "Yeah, I am. I really am, but I've been hiding this for so long and now there's no way I can hide it anymore."

I smirked at her, "You never could keep a secret for long could you?" I joked.

She shook her head and suddenly her smile widened. "No, Claire, you don't understand. I'm a really famous porn actress. I'm starring in feature films that are going to hit shelves soon and I'm all over the internet. Pretty soon everyone I know is going to know someone who's watched me get paid to have sex." And then her expression changed. Tears rolled from her eyes. "And I'm so scared! I never thought when I started that it would become a career! I thought at first that it was better than a student loan, but that was over two years ago! And now I've become one of the biggest rising stars in the industry."

I laughed. "Wow. So you're totally famous! And you're a success!" I gripped her hands. "Paige, you've always been outspoken against prudes and nut jobs. Why would my opinion of you change? I mean sure it's unexpected, and it's never going to be my thing, but you already told me that you don't get why I like smelling like krill and seawater. Just because I can't understand this doesn't mean I can't support you and still be your friend." And with that I moved to the other side of our booth to hug her.

She slumped into my arms and leaned on me for support. "Oh god Claire. I've been living a double life for so long and I'm so exhausted! I have friends, friends from my work! And they're great people, and so nice and cool you'd never guess what they do for a living if you met them on the street. Unless you like porn. And I've kept them completely apart from our friends, and don't tell them about my old life either! It's like I've torn myself into two people and I just can't do it anymore, even if I wanted to." She was sobbing into my shoulder and soon my blouse and her face were covered with her mascara. My gorgeous bombshell friend was not looking her best.

And our waiter was staring. I gestured him away. He shuffled off into whatever dark corner he crawled out of. Turning my attention completely onto her, I kissed her on the forehead and dipped a napkin into her ice water before dabbing away her weeping mascara. "I knew you were holding back. But now you don't have to. Is this why you haven't had me over to your place for so long?" She nodded. "Is your work following you home?" I asked, almost leeringly as though I were her asking myself about a date.

She giggled, and I saw my old friend coming back to the surface. "I'm a bit of a workaholic." I pressed my elbow into her side and she continued. "There're a few workaholics I like bringing home with me. We rehearse our lines... and our positioning." 

I chided her. "So you have a few boyfriends over that you don't want me to meet, huh?"

She opened up her compact to see what she had done to her makeup just then. "Oh Claire," she said like an older sister explaining the ways of life "they're not all boys, you know." I must've made a small gasp, because she gave me a devilish grin in response. She laid a few bills on the table and said. "Come on. Let me introduce you to some of my other friends."

And that's when I knew we were going to be ok. And that was also when I saw our waiter come back. "Um, excuse me." he shook as he spoke. "Are you Ceres Paige, the... actress?"

Her sidelong look she gave me was as priceless an 'I told you so' as I'd ever seen. She composed herself and faced the walking hormone directly. "Actually yes, I am. Are you a fan?"

"Oh awesome!" He gushed. "I'm like your biggest fan ever! I have like all of your films! You're the best! I loved you in Laguna Lesbians Three and Five!" Oh god, this is what her fans are like. I suddenly was very unsure of just how much I could support this kind of career. 

"Thanks! I appreciate that. Do you want an autograph?" She leaned forward ever so slightly and I could see the shrimp's eyes move down into her cleavage.

"Yes! I just got this one, and haven't watched it yet... would you sign it?" The dork actually pulled a porn dvd case from a coat pocket in his uniform and laid it on the table. I couldn't fathom being so lonely and desperate that I'd buy porn on my way to work. This poor kid was never going to get as close to a woman as he got to Paige each night in his fantasies.

"Oh! Let's Bang Betty! I had a lot of fun making this one." She winked at him and signed the cover of the dvd case. I blushed when I saw it. Paige was on the cover with her breasts bared for all to see and was surrounded on all sides by naked tan musclemen. "What's your name?"

"Tom." He gushed.

"Okay." Her giggle had to be faked, but it was damn convincing. I was scared of just how convinced I was by this act. "To my number one fan Tom, thanks for watching! Love, Ceres." She handed it back to him and I stared as her fingers lingered over his hand.

"Wow. Thank you so much. You have an awesome day ladies." He smiled and went back into the kitchen as he stuffed the dvd back into his pockets.

"Let's run." She whispered. And we got the heck out of there.

When I pulled my little Nissan next to her Toyota in the parking garage, I wondered just what I was getting myself into. I had work the following morning and had told myself that I would be out for dinner and then back to my apartment in time to go to bed. Just then my cell phone rang again. It was Deric. Tapping the blue tooth in my ear just after slamming the door shut, I gave him the courtesy of an answer. It was more than he deserved.

"What is it?" I asked curtly, noting the strange look on Paige's face. I rolled my eyes and showed her my phone. "I'm kinda busy." I continued.

"Baby! I've been trying to reach you all day. I was hoping maybe we could go out, have some coffee, talk for a bit." He sounded whiney. Begging in a way and it wasn't working.

"Deric. One, you never mentioned coffee in your texts. You mentioned fucking, and you know I hate that word unless I'm in traffic. Two, that stunt you pulled almost cost me my deposit on my apartment. I'm not over that. Three, getting drunk and hitting on my friends right after I ask for space is a bad idea. And four, calling me a whore over the phone means we're through." I watched as Paige nodded and gave me a thumbs-up.

"Claire! Baby I'm sorry about all of that. I can change. Just give me a chance. I'll go real slow this time. Come on, we're good together." He was pleading.

I chose that moment to let him have it. "Five. When I was with you I had to fake it way too often for my liking." With that said I hung up and turned my phone off.

Paige grabbed me around the shoulder and squeezed me closer to her. "That's my girl. You showed him."

I sighed. "You know how to block a number?"

She shook her head. "Wish I did, girl. But I think I know someone who can."

Good, I thought. "I hope you do."

We got into the elevator and she put her key into the slot while punching for her floor. Soon we were shooting up quickly along the building. It was a glass elevator with a clear view of the harbor, and as I gazed out I took in the beauty of the place and also just how late it was. We arrived quickly near the top of the building and Paige lead the way down a curved hall and unlocked her room.

I'm not sure what I was expecting when I walked into the apartment of a porn starlet and her friends. Maybe I was expecting to walk into the middle of an orgy, or at least see some nudist activity. I was pleasantly surprised to see a group of girls around our age dressed comfortably as one of them flipped through options on their TiVo for something to watch. It was a large plasma flat screen, and looked to have every device, sound system, and game console you could want, and was faced with clean sleek looking leather couches on a dark hardwood floor. Just then I looked around and realized this was a much larger apartment than I remembered Paige having before. She must have moved units within the building and I hadn't even noticed when she picked a higher floor in the elevator.

"Guys, this is my friend Claire. Claire, this is Quinn, Reis, Mina, and Su Lin." She gestured from left to right for my benefit. Quinn was a dark haired woman with an olive tan and amber tinted cat like eyes. It was their shape more than their color I was struck by, and her thin face really gave her an almost feline look to go with her trim athletic build. 

Reis was a tall blonde with pouty lips, a piercing stare, and glasses. She was reading on her kindle while keeping the three remotes necessary for their entertainment system within reach, and she immediately struck me as every teenager's fantasy about their teachers in an idealized form. Sitting next to her Mina was an even taller woman who looked like she spent some time in a gym judging by her arms. Her ruby red hair was cropped very short to frame her high cheekbones and brown eyes, giving her a tomboyish look. 

On the far end in a loveseat there was Su Lin, who was very short, and very tan. From her face I'd say she was probably Chinese, or perhaps Korean. But she had a thinner figure and a larger chest than any Asian I had ever seen, which caused me to wonder if she was born with them. She could have been one of the mythical size zeros that fashion designers seem so enthralled with, but with her rack she seemed ready to tip over. 

We all exchanged greetings as Paige brought me further in and soon we were all sitting on the couch and watching an episode of Greys Anatomy. When Su Lin asked Reis to pause it so she could go use the restroom, Paige took that as an opportunity to enmesh me into the group. "Hey Reis, Claire here is having boy trouble. Could you help her block a number?" She smiled pleasantly at me as I gave her a little glare followed by my own smirk.

"No problem." She said as I passed her my iPhone, "This is really easy actually." She explained what she was doing as she went into submenus I had never seen before, and had Deric's number blocked before Su Lin got back. I probably could have done it, but nowhere near that fast.

"Wow, you're good at this. I'm impressed." I smiled as I accepted my phone back.

"Anyone need a snack?" Quinn got up to head to the kitchen. "I'm grabbing a pastry."

I admit that sounded good after only having a salad for dinner. Granted it had chicken in it, but I probably could have ordered a second course of some kind if we hadn't been interrupted by porn confessions and the closet fan boy. "Sounds good. I'll help bring them out if anyone else wants any."

"I'll have one." Su Lin said as she finally got back from the restroom. The others all chimed in, except Mina who just nodded her assent. "And some soy milk too." Only Paige joined Su Lin for that request. Quinn, Reis, and I went for Organic, but it still came from an udder. Mina went dry.

As Quinn and I gathered rations for the troops and readied ourselves for another foray of hospital melodrama, the phone rang and I could hear Paige's voice as she answered.

"Hello? Hi Lance, how was the gym?" Who was that I wondered? "You got the new script? Uhuh. Yeah. Okay. How many speaking parts? Okay. Who's directing? Oh god, not him. Yeah, I know." As I laid her pastry in front of her I could see the slight smile on her face and the way her fingers were fidgeting with her braids while she talked on the phone. She must have the hots for this guy, I thought.

She suddenly stood up straight from her seat on the couch. "Tonight?" She glanced at me with a worried look. "You need to rehearse? What kind of scene? Me, Su Lin, and who? I guess I could ask one of the girls to stand in for her. Fifteen minutes? Alright, I'll see you in a few." And she hung up with a nervous expression on her face. Smiling with some force she said, "Lance's on his way over. Su Lin, he's got to practice a scene with us, one that Mr. Geraldine cooked up."

Su Lin gasped. "Really, I'm with Lance on this one? Awesome!" She rushed to her room. I had no idea what for.

Paige took me aside as I was just getting into my pastry. "Claire, one of my costars is coming over and he's delivering a script. He says we need to do a run through of some dialogue and practice for some positions the director wants. You think maybe I could visit you tomorrow after you get off work?"

I just looked at her in shock. "Are you kicking me out, Paige?"

She backed up. "No! No, I just thought something might happen in the scene you might not want to see. I mean, it's one thing to accept what my job is, but I'm not going to ask you to watch."

I finished the last bite of pastry and put my hand on my hip, standing my ground. "Paige. You brought me here just over half an hour ago. And that was after you complained about a double life. I'll stay, and like a big girl, I'll leave when I get uncomfortable."

Mina passed by to drop her plate off. "I'm heading out Paige. Claire, it was nice meeting you." And before Paige could even utter a word she was out the door.

Paige shrugged. "She only does girl on girl scenes. She doesn't like even being in the studio when we bring the guys in. Really hates men." She sighed.

"So who's Lance exactly?" I switched subjects on her.

She gave me a level look and said flat. "Well he has the biggest dick in the business, but unlike a lot of the rest of the actors he's pretty good with it and he's got a cute face and a hot body. Since he doesn't just rut or hump and has a lot of personality he's become the most popular male lead among women viewers."




Sharing Ch. 02



That got my attention. "He has female fans? And these girls watch porn?"

Reis chimed in while still flipping through a book she was reading on her kindle. She had picked it up after the show was paused. "More than thirty percent of viewers in the United States are women, and a lot of those are married. Turns out women don't like the fat hairy actors of the seventies and eighties, they like tall tan musclemen with good looks and as little body hair as possible. A nice ass helps, and a large endowment up front never hurts, as long as it isn't curved or ugly."

By that description I could see the appeal. A confident and physically appealing man sounded like a tall glass of water after the mess of a man I just finished dealing with. And for millions of women who stayed in less than Hollywood hype relationships, watching an ideal on screen have amazing hot sex could be good fantasy material.

"He's also got what insiders call the luckiest cock on an actor." Quinn offered up. "Anyone who rides that horse gets cast in a leading roll much faster than normal. No one knows exactly why, but he's been great for a lot of virgin talent. Heck Paige here was with him for the first time only a year ago and now she's got a three year contract for leading parts in over twenty feature length films. And that's just one studio." Her catlike eyes seemed to be devouring Paige as she spoke to me, and I couldn't tell what in her gaze unnerved me the most: the arousal or the calculating interest.

Turning to my friend I shifted the attention in a more humorous direction. "So he's your lucky charm then?"

She blushed, something she doesn't do often. "I guess audiences can tell when an orgasm on camera is real. That's got to be all it is." She sounded more like she was convincing herself than anyone else. "Besides, it's no mystery that he's got one of the best agents in the business, and anyone he likes he asks to be in more movies with him. A lead actor like that pulls talent upward, whether out of attraction or charity doesn't matter. Now are we going to watch this or not?" 

She pouted annoyingly as I gave her a sidelong glance. There was more to her career here than the accidental fame that she confessed to in the restaurant, and suddenly I saw an image of my friend using her wiles to launch her career. Considering the industry she was in, it seemed a legitimate and not unseemly tactic, though I hated thinking of her as being manipulative in any way. There had to be more to this than just a career pursuit.

We settled in to watch the rest of the episode when Su Lin came back out wearing thong panties and a cut off t-shit that allowed me to stare at her trim abs and glimpse the underside of her breasts. It seemed Paige was not the only one displaying signs of attraction for the man coming over. Reis just shook her head as she pressed play, while Quinn got up herself to head back to her room. "You changing too?" Su Lin chirped happily.

Quinn smirked, giving me an almost Cheshire grin along with Paige who was sitting next to me. "Someone's got to stand in for a three girl practice scene if I heard Paige right, and we all know Reis isn't going to do anything without her boyfriend manning a camera. And Claire seems like a nice girl; let's not ask her to get broken in by Lance of all people." As she turned to leave the room her hips had a slight sway to them that was absent before, like she had just gotten into character. I tucked the information about Reis and her relationship away for later, wondering how romance worked among these people or if they had some other code of honor among thieves.

It was obvious how the episode was going to end and no one was paying much attention anymore when Quinn came back in wearing a bikini top and cut off jean shorts that hung very low on her hips, just low enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. She looked ready to make a killing at a car wash. It was a different approach than Su Lin's obvious seduction attire, but it was no less effective. I glanced over to Paige and raised my eyebrows at her and her evening wear, which made her still look like the classiest lady in the room. I was still in my just-got-off-of-work wear consisting of jeans and a printed tee, and Reis was dressed similarly.

Rolling her eyes, Paige got up too. "Alright, you wanna see me ready for work? Fine you'll see." And with that she sauntered past an almost gloating Quinn who stood easily several inches taller in spite of Paige's heels. Reis turned to tell her to hurry, but Paige was already down the hall by then, leaving me in a room with a trio of porn starlets that I had just met about an hour ago. Sensing my discomfort Reis put her kindle aside while Quinn and Su Lin were busying themselves putting away some dishes in the kitchen.

"Let me guess. You're the biology major that Paige mentioned, aren't you?" She straightened her glasses.

"Actually I just got my master's in marine biology, and now I'm a trainer at Sea World. I'm trying to work my way up to the larger whales but for now I'm mainly with the dolphin exhibit." I was proud of that achievement. Hundreds of people tried constantly to get in and I was picked, first as an intern of course but that ended over a year ago.

She smiled. "Nice. My master's is going to be in English and French literature. Classical and contemporary, but I also minor in a few other languages." She said with a hint of pride in her voice.

Something about that caught me off guard. "Are you planning on teaching or translating when you get out?" I asked. 

She sighed, and cast a glance down to her kindle where she probably had hundreds of books stored. "I doubt I could. I started this when I was turned down on my student loans, and it certainly has closed a few doors for me. But if I assume a pen name I could get published once I'm out." 

Well, at least her expectations had some realism to them. "Out? So you don't plan on this industry to be a long career?"

Laughing just a little, she admitted "No one can make money in front of the camera decade after decade. Women may make more than men do at this, but only for so long. I plan on doing something in my thirties that I can put on a resume, and list these years as me just getting my education. And on paper, that's what I'm doing." It seemed a solid enough plan, if she could keep a lid on this life.

She stopped at the same time that I heard the lock turn and then the door open behind me, and that's when I turned my head and stopped saying anything.

The first thing I saw was the back of his head, or rather his golden blonde hair. It was luxuriously thick and long, tied back behind his head, and it hung down to the middle of his back. His back was wide up at the top, and his tank top showed off impressive shoulders and arms. His narrow waist and firm butt were followed up with long muscular legs extending out of his shorts. 

My eyes quickly moved up his body to see his face as he turned towards us. To say his face was handsome would have been an understatement. He had piercing sky blue eyes, framed with high cheekbones and underscored with a narrow nose leading to smirking kissable lips, and a strong jaw. His chest was broad and proud, and his arms looked even more powerful from the front. His chiseled abs pressed against his tank top, and his shorts did admittedly seem full but not obscene. His skin all over was tan and glistened with sweat. He was the first and to this day the only man who ever had sparked such a strong attraction out of me at first sight. In short, he was yummy.

He tossed his gym bag near the door and looked around the room, his eyes settling on me briefly as he scanned about. He carried in a separate smaller tote bag as he walked towards us at the coffee table. "Quinn, Reis, Su, good to see you. And you I've not had the pleasure of being introduced to." Putting the other bag down on the table, he extended a hand to me as I was stuck to my seat. He pulled me up as I gave him my hand and I discovered that he was a little over a head taller than me as I came up to his chest. With my hand still in his he smiled down at me. "I'm Lance. And it's good to meet you."

Well aren't you a charmer, was my first thought. It had some sarcasm laced in there, but some admiration as well. "I'm Claire." I said as I looked up into those eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and remarked "I've not heard a name like that in a while," which caused me to quirk my head a bit to the side. My confusion increased when he said something to me in French, however it flowed beautifully from his lips. At first I was impressed that he knew where my name had come from, and then it struck me that I should probably keep up my part of the conversation. Unfortunately I had forgotten almost every word of French that I had learned in high school. The girls were watching, and I supposed I should occupy him until Paige came out from whatever she was doing.

"I'm sorry, I lost almost every word of French that I know. I'd be lucky if I can still order off a menu in Paris. So what were you saying just then?"

His smile deepened. "I was quoting Jean Le Roy's 'Moment of Light.' Your name and your eyes made me think of it. Actually everything about you made it leap to my mind."

Now might be a good time to tell you about myself, or at least what I look like. I have deep emerald green eyes, and a cute face too if I say so myself. My most striking feature in my opinion is my long silver hair. I don't mean grey, I mean silver. Conditioner keeps it shiny, otherwise it might be a bit on the grey scale, but it's mostly white. I guess you could say I'm the most blonde you can get. So I wear it long to accentuate it. I've got another friend who you'll meet later in the story who once drew my portrait, and I almost didn't believe her when she drew my figure. She made my breasts look so large and perfectly round and perky, while keeping my waist small, but she assured me while forcing me to stare in a mirror that I indeed have a knockout body. I was a late bloomer with almost no self confidence for a while, so it was good news.

I could see by looking into his eyes that he was devouring me. It made me feel even prouder of my appearance that he could have and has had any and every woman that he wants, and that even though two of them were dressed to attract his attention and seduce him, his eyes were roving only on me. And let's be honest, every girl loves poetry. This guy may have been laying it on thick, but he was laying it on smooth too. Throwing the ball back into his court I asked "I'm flattered that you have a poem to attach to me, I'll have to read it. So where does a name like Lance come from? Is it a stage name by chance?"

He paused for a moment, and a brief instance of discomfort was apparent in his eyes. But fortunately for him I guess he was rescued by Paige's entrance.

"You know you're later than you said you'd be Lance. Your bath is getting cold, and I had to freshen it up with more hot water." Paige came in wearing nothing but a towel. Her long braids were done up above her head, and she still wore her necklaces and bangles around her wrists. The towel barely concealed her, and threatened to fall off any second. "Come on, let's clean you up after your workout."

Lance smiled like a kid in a candy store as he walked towards her. She swayed towards him, and I watched the muscles in his back flex back and forth as he strode directly towards her. Her fingers ran through his thick mane as she leaned into him, raising her lips up to meet his. Her arms wrapped around his back as the kiss lingered, and I stared intently as they locked their lips together, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They paused only long enough for her hands to dig into the fabric of his shirt and pull it over his head, revealing a completely smooth back to my view with nothing but muscle beneath the skin.

Su Lin started moving towards them when Paige spoke up. "Sorry girls, but I feel a little selfish right now, and the tub has barely enough room for two when Lance is in it. How about we share after he's cleaned up?" His face turned towards the smaller Chinese woman as he reached out a hand to caress her cheek, but she backed away meekly. Quinn remained seated on the couch, but her eyes seemed to devour the scene before her, while Reis barely looked up from whatever she was reading on her tablet.

As he turned further out towards me I got an excellent view of his abdominal muscles and a startling eyeful of his hip muscles as his low riding shorts revealed his waist completely to my appreciative stare. "Paige, you didn't introduce me to your guest. Why don't we invite her back with us so I can get to know her better?"

My best friend and I just looked at each other. I stood there awkwardly while she held his shirt in one hand and rested the other across his naked back. I briefly looked down towards his amazing physique to see his arm stretched out with and open hand toward me, inviting me to bathe with them. I had just met this man and within minutes he casually invited me to have a threesome in my best friend's bathroom with him, and the scary part is that I was tempted to just go for it. My voice almost caught in my throat but I managed to squeak out a polite refusal. "I'll pass. Besides, Paige already called dibs to herself. I still need to get to know the girls better anyway."

Over his shoulder I saw Paige give me a warm smile, but her eyes were somewhat sad. At first I though she felt rejected but then it dawned on me that she was feeling sorry for me. "I'll be fine here. You two go get clean or whatever. Go!" I shushed them away like children. This earned me a giggle from my best friend and a knowing smile from the man who was about to be inside her. As they turned and ran down the hall towards her room I almost ran after them, and part of me wishes that I did.

"Yo. Earth to Claire." I turned to see Reis looking at me from her seat as she patted the place next to her. "Come on. Let me explain a few things to you about Wonderland, Alice." I simply nodded as I moved slowly to sit near her as my ears strained to hear what might be happening down the hall in this apartment. I had stumbled into another world, it seemed, and was desperately lost within myself. So I sat down with people I barely knew while listening for the sounds of sexual ecstasy emerging from my best friend, ecstasy she was taking from a man I had just met who offered me the same.



Sharing Ch. 02



I looked up and took in their worried faces. "Guy's what happened happened because I wanted it to happen. I didn't know you were sharing the room, I wondered where Bob had gone after dinner, when I came back from the ladies. I've never been in a threesome before..." and I went on to explain the pact with you Sven darling. They were both very relieved and we agreed to call it a night and meet later in the week. In any case I didn't see them at all on Sunday, perhaps they were avoiding me out of embarrassment. I hoped not.

- o O o -

Sven my love at least I found my second week much easier. We had got rid of a lot of the theory and were now working on more of the practical which meant that I had a greater amount of time free in the evenings. I decided to see if I could set something up with the two men again. Eventually I caught up with Bob on the Wednesday night as I came into the dining room for our evening meal and joined him at his table, just as Jim came in and joined both of us. I swear they both cringed when I asked, sotto voce, as to the state of my lovers. 

It was Jim, normally the quieter of the two it would seem, who found his voice first. "Pat - fully recovered - but still embarrassed." "Me too," added Bob actually blushing.

"That's a pity," I said, "it was going to be my turn to offer you a night-cap." Their heads jerked up simultaneously and both started to speak together before blushing then laughing quietly. "I'll take that as a yes then." I said.

And so an hour later the three of us were walking gently across the grass and then out of sight of the hotel buildings down by the lake. Again I was wearing a blouse, skirt and my stockings, Bob had asked if I would. Again I was knickerless. The cooler air of the early evening down by the lake felt deliciously naughty as it wafted under my skirt, the moistness of my incipient arousal feeling still colder again as it evaporated a little. At that moment I was holding Bob's hand - he pulled me gently to him and kissed me. Jim, not to be outdone, pressed against me from the back and kissed the nape of my neck. I shivered with the pleasure of their gentle onslaught. 

This time we had, all three of us, discussed and agreed that we should try a 'threesome' everybody involved from the outset, but other than that no ground rules, we would just let the evening evolve. 

I shivered a little as the air grew colder at dusk, Jim suggested that perhaps it would be better if we returned to their room. They could go on ahead and let themselves in, and I could wait until there was no one around in the corridor and then walk down to their room and join them

So it was that I tapped on their door about ten minutes later. It was opened by Jim. I slipped in and walked in front of him into their bedroom. Bob stood up and kissed me again, holding my head with his hands. Jim kissed my neck and then reached round and held my breasts from behind. I could feel his penis against my bottom and I pressed back against him. Without hurrying, but still not wasting too much time the boys undressed me until I was stood, between them, barefooted, with just my stockings and suspenders on.

Jim kissed my neck again, then trailed his kisses and tongue down the length of my spine then he planed a kiss on either nether cheek before running his hands on down the backs of my legs to behind my knees. I shuddered gently and held onto Bob's head as he kissed my breasts. Sven darling the feeling was quite incredible, the plaything of two men, both trying to outdo the other in turning me on.

Bob straightened up and started to undress, Jim seeing that he momentarily had me to himself, turned me round and kissed my mound as he kneeled in front of me. I put one foot on his shoulder to open myself up for him and he covered me with his mouth, sucking hard as he did so. I almost came from the pleasure of that kiss, and I had the first mini-orgasm a second or so later when he opened me up with his tongue and started to lick and kiss me in earnest. Then I felt Bob against my back, his penis directed down the crack of my bottom and then, as he bent me forward a little I felt it slide between my legs and against the bottom of my slit. I know I moaned. The Jim was back, now also naked. I leaned fully forward and kissed the precum off the end of his penis. Bob eased into me from behind, slowly at first then, lubricated by my wetness slid right home as far as he could. I groaned in pleasure as he slid back then again pushed home as he did so Jim's cock slid all the way into my mouth until my nose touched his wiry hair. Such delicious wanton use to be made of. We didn't come together, Jim filled my mouth and throat first and then I felt Bob stiffen and throb deep inside me and that finally set me off, as Bob pulled on my pendulous breasts at the same time. 

A little later we showered together, just washing off our enjoyment of each other, before I returned quietly to my room.  Maybe I should have told you about that, Sven, when we spoke just before bedtime the same night. I couldn't bring myself too, not until I knew you had opened your account. Friday night Bob went home for that weekend. Jim and I fucked ourselves silly - all weekend - he didn't sleep in his bed once - unless you count Sunday afternoon. I think he was too exhausted by then, he needed the rest. Yes - when I was talking to you Saturday night, I was sat on his lap, he was lying back on the bed against the headboard, deep inside me, massaging my breasts. He dared me to do it. Ten seconds after I put the phone down we were both coming harder than ever before - I blacked out for a few seconds.

The Wednesday night of the last week, they both came to my room. That was special, and different. Bob lay on my bed and I climbed on top of him and took his fullness from the front, laying forward onto his chest. Jim, lubed up, slid in to my anus, spearing gently all the way home. God Sven what a feeling, I felt bloated, completely full. I don't want to do it again for a little while, but it was amazing while it lasted. Bob could feel Jim rubbing against him, as could Jim in the opposite sense, being the bread holding the sandwich together was an amazing feeling. Bob throbbed and pulsed and came first, which started Jim off and I could feel both of them pulsing into me. Such exquisite feelings, such and incredible month. 

Thank you darling. Thank you, thank you.

- o O o -

Sven sat in the monitor's glow, reading the last of the words on the screen. He had stood naked in the semi-darkness and watched as Pat had read the first story, his story. Without saying anything she had stood up and motioned him to come in and read her part. As he read he had been aware of her return, then as he reached the last page she had leaned forward, breasts pressed against his back. She ran her hands down his back then switched and scratched her finger nails across his nipples. They were, like hers, hard, erect - giving away his inner feelings. She turned his chair away from the screen, facing back out into the room. Pat straddled his lap, facing him and then slowly slid down onto his hard, red erection, taking him all in one sliding swoop. They gasped out loud together as she did so. Sven stood up, hands round her bottom, clasping him to her, impaled upon him as she was. Pat clung on round his neck as he waddled them down the passage into their bedroom. Still deep inside her he laid her gently down and she arched upward trying to get him deeper inside her, her legs clasped round his back. She clung to him twitching her pelvic muscles round him, then gasped again as he withdrew a fraction and then struck with three quick strokes before cumming inside her his throbbing spasming climax carrying her over the threshold with him. She sobbed at its intensity.

Sven kissed away her tears - "As long as you remember you're my slut," he said.

Pat, still overcome and unable to speak could only nod her total agreement

(c) Sven_the_Elder 2003 



Sharing Ch. 03



This is the third chapter in my Sharing series, continuing with Evelyn's adventures as she experiences a new side of herself. If you haven't read the prior chapters, I recommend that you read them first before you read this one. Thanks again for all the great comments to the prior two chapters. 

*****

I woke up late on Saturday morning. My head was spinning from the night before. It wasn't the wine. It was the memory of what I had done with my best friend's husband. I still couldn't believe that she had loaned him to me. 

I slowly got up, and got ready for work. I had an open house to present that afternoon, and I needed to be presentable myself. I got my hair, makeup and clothes in order, but my pulse was still racing a bit. I managed to get my signs posted, and met with the owners of the house I was trying to sell without them noticing that I was preoccupied. The owners left me alone in their home so that I could attempt to sell it for them. Unfortunately, there were not many potential buyers. Except for two couples who sped through the home, I spent 3 hours alone, thinking about the night before. I could almost feel Joe's lips on mine, his hands caressing my body, and his cock sliding in and out of me. I was unable to think of anything else. 

My pussy was moist, and throbbing from my thoughts. My panties were soaked, and I knew that if any potential buyers arrived, they would be able to smell my arousal. I removed my panties and put them in my purse to try to lessen the odor. It didn't really help. Now I was even more acutely aware of the dampness between my legs, and I could smell the sweet aroma of my pussy.

With less than one hour to go for my open house, one more person stopped by. It was Joe. Of course he was not there to check out the house; he was there to see me. He was as excited about last night's encounter as I was. I grabbed two bottled waters for us from the fridge, since it was a hot day, and I was feeling even warmer now that I was with Joe again. I needed to cool my temperature down, and I needed to do something to keep my hands occupied instead of reaching for the object of my lust-filled thoughts. I wasn't sure if last night had been a one-time thing, or if I would be able to enjoy his company again the way we had done in his spa only a few hours ago. I had been replaying last night in my head for hours, and was uncertain about what Lisa had intended when she suggested that I hook up with Joe. I had been too horny to ask questions, and now was hoping that I would be able to have sex with Joe again. I hoped that he felt the same way.

I tried to remain professional because I was at work, and I knew that someone could come in at any time, including the home owners who were expected to return in less than an hour. As we drank our waters, Joe said to me, "Evie, I know that it's a little awkward for me to surprise you at work, but I needed to tell you that last night was incredible! You don't know how long I have wanted to do that with you. I want to do it over and over again."

I responded by telling Joe, "I have had a little bit of a crush on you for years. I have envied the relationship you have with Lisa. She has always told me that you are a great lover, and I am so happy that I have gotten the chance to see and feel that for myself. It had been way too long since I've been with a man, and I have missed it. My body is telling me that it needs more! Have you talked with Lisa? Is she okay with what we did? Will we be able to do more?"

Joe told me that Lisa was very okay with it, and that we would definitely be having sex again. The sooner the better.

To hell with professionalism! I lunged toward Joe and kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and our tongues renewed the duel they had begun the night before. I dropped my water, and my hands began to explore Joe's muscular arms and chest through his tight fitting tee shirt. My lips were enjoying the feeling of kissing a man again after so long without doing so. I could definitely get used to this! When I felt Joe's hands begin to caress my back and hips I melted. I no longer cared if anyone came into the house. I needed more of this hot man that I was kissing.

Even though I knew that we were risking being caught in the act by a potential buyer, or by my clients, I lost myself in the moment. Joe lifted me onto the kitchen counter. In the process of lifting me up, my form-fitting skirt rose above my hips, exposing my bare ass. The granite counter felt cold on my skin. Joe spread my legs, while still kissing me passionately. His fingers quickly found the hot, moist center of my being. He ran his finger along my wet slit; beginning at my sopping wet vagina, and spreading my lower lips while working up to my clit. Once his finger reached my bundle of nerves, he circled it and applied pressure, sending me into orbit.

I tried to suck in air, but my lips were still firmly attached to Joe's. I had to break our kiss to catch my breath. When I did, Joe quickly dove to eat my pussy. He licked and sucked on my clit in such an expert way for several minutes. I was instinctively raising my hips from the counter, causing the most wonderful pressure on my clit. I let out a loud moan as my orgasm overtook me.

Just then we heard the front door open. I jumped from the counter, and straightened my skirt. I heard my clients call out my name. Had they heard me moan? Would they notice that I was trembling? How would I explain the spilled water, my flushed face, and the sweet smell of pussy on Joe's breath?

Fortunately, Joe remained poised. He wiped the pussy juices from his face with a paper towel, and then cleaned up the spilled water, and picked up the overturned bottle to throw it away. As my clients entered the kitchen, Joe said, "Evelyn, this is a great home, and it is very well decorated too. I will tell my wife about it, and maybe we can arrange to show her the house as well." He introduced himself to the home owners, and made his way to the door. "Thank you for sharing the home with me. I especially like the kitchen!" With that, Joe left. 

My clients were so happy to hear that someone liked their home, that I don't think that they noticed that I was flushed and breathing hard. I knew that Joe would not be pursuing the home further, and told my clients that I thought that the house might be out of his price range. They were not too disappointed. At least he liked it. Yes, I think Joe did enjoy visiting the open house.

I packed up my laptop and my flyers, and took down my signs. I was still breathing hard, and was still worked up. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was hot. I went home, and took off my clothes and slipped into a tank top and shorts. I poured myself a big iced tea, and tried to cool off. It didn't work.

I was sitting in my favorite chair, thinking about the events that took place yesterday and today. It only made me hotter. I unzipped my shorts and reached in. I was very wet! My finger felt really good rubbing my clit. I was imagining myself with Joe, and pictured him licking my pussy and rubbing my clit with his thumb. I had two fingers in my vagina, and my thumb rubbing my clit in circles. I only took a few minutes to cum, but I was not satisfied. The heat had now really built up, and I needed to do something to cool off.

I called Joe. "I am so hot. Joe, do you mind if I come over for a swim?" I asked. 

"Sure! Lisa and I were just headed out to the pool ourselves. The gate is open. Come on in!"

When I arrived at Joe and Lisa's house, I let myself into the backyard and heard splashing. My two friends, both in their forties were having a spectacular water fight, as though they were kids. They had kickboards, and were using them to create big splashes to get the other one wet. I'm not sure whether they noticed me at first, but once they saw me standing by the pool, I was suddenly the target of the splashes. In less than a minute, I was soaked. My clothes were clinging to me. My tank top no longer hid my lacy bra beneath it. I didn't care, the cool water felt good.

I kicked off my flip flops, and then dove into the pool with my already soaked clothes still on. Lisa said "Evelyn, that bra is not going to do any good in the pool. Take off your clothes, and get naked with us." It was only then that I realized that Joe and Lisa were both sans suits and swimming in the nude. I hadn't been skinny dipping in a long time, but it sure sounded better than wearing shorts and a tank top in the pool.

As I started to remove my top, Lisa swam up to me to give me a hand. I was working on my bra, and she started removing my shorts. Not that my wet tank and bra hid much, but once they were removed I felt very exposed. Lisa quickly got my shorts off, and since I wasn't wearing any panties, I found myself nude with my friends in their pool in no time.

Surprisingly, I felt very comfortable. The cool water was so refreshing that I was relaxed even though the situation was one that I would not have normally found myself in.

Joe said "I told Lisa about this afternoon. She wants to check out one of your open houses too. " I blushed when I realized what Joe meant by that.

Joe moved toward me, and took me into his arms. He kissed me, and held me as though we were the only ones there. However, I was acutely aware that his wife was only inches away from us. As Joe held me in his embrace, I felt Lisa closer beside us. I felt a soft hand on my back, caressing me. When I started to move, Joe locked his lips onto mine, applying more pressure to keep me there, and held me tightly in his arms. As he did that, Lisa moved closer, so that her breasts were pressed against my arm, and her hand wrapped around my waist. This three-way embrace felt surprisingly good.

I knew that my best friend was bisexual, but in all the years that I had been friends with Lisa, she had never made any type of a move on me. She knows that I am straight, and has always respected that. Nevertheless, on this hot summer day, standing naked in the cool water of my friends' swimming pool, I began to think that maybe I did have an interest in women; at least in the beautiful blonde that was currently caressing my body.

Lisa whispered to me "Did you like what Joe did to you this afternoon?" 

I whispered back "I loved it, and I really wanted more."

"Would you be okay if I was the one to give you more?"

I barely had time to gasp. Joe carried me to the shallow part of the pool and sat me onto the top step. Lisa lifted my legs into the air, while Joe again kissed me passionately. I felt Lisa's hot mouth latch onto my pussy, which was now floating just above the water line. Her lips and tongue were so soft and warm! It felt incredible.

Joe continued to kiss me, and was squeezing my breasts, and pinching my nipples, while Lisa expertly ate my pussy. There is a difference between a man going down on me, and a woman doing the same thing. There is no stubble or beard, and the softness of Lisa's mouth was so different from any man I had ever been with. 

Lisa massaged my inner thighs while her tongue darted from my hardened clit to my vagina and back. She sucked on my clit, while the tip of her tongue flicked the nub of nerves. She inserted two fingers into my sopping wet hole, and rocked them in and out as she continued to suck on my clit. I was so lost in what Lisa was doing that I barely noticed that Joe had stopped kissing me, and had stepped back to watch his wife eat my pussy. Just as I was starting to cum, I locked eyes with Joe, and saw that he was enjoying the sight before him very much. He had his hand wrapped around his large cock, and was stroking himself as he watched Lisa make love to me.

As I came down from the most wonderful orgasm, Lisa shifted so that she was sitting on the step beside me. She kissed me, and I tasted my own sweet essence on her tongue. She took my hand, and guided it to her pussy. Even though she was sitting in the pool, I could feel that her pussy was oozing warm juices. I had never felt another woman's pussy before. It felt different than mine. It was soft, and wet, and oh so inviting.

I couldn't help myself. I moved to the next step down, and placed my head between Lisa's thighs. I lifted her butt above the water, and gazed upon her pink swollen lips. I spread her labia apart with my fingers, and tentatively tasted her pussy. It felt soft and warm on my tongue. The taste was sweet and rich, and not at all what I expected.

I lapped at Lisa's sweet nectar. I sucked and flicked at her clit, knowing what it feels like for her. I moved lower, and inserted my tongue into her wet hole as far as it would go. I could feel her pussy squeeze my tongue. I moved back to her clit, and sucked on it some more. I pushed my middle finger into her vagina, and felt for her g-spot. While I was concentrating hard on pleasing Lisa, I could feel Joe reposition himself behind me.

As I devoured Lisa's sweet pussy, I felt hands spread my ass cheeks apart just a bit, and felt Joe's big cock plunge into my sopping wet pussy from behind. Wow! That felt good! I let out a loud scream as Joe's penis filled my pussy. Lisa grabbed my hair, and guided my lips back to her pussy. She was close.

I added another finger into Lisa's vagina, and sucked vigorously on her hard, swollen clit. My tongue darted around in circles, which Lisa seemed to enjoy. Meanwhile, Joe was fucking me hard from behind. His cock felt so good in my pussy. Even though I was submerged in the cool water of the pool, my pussy was on fire. I could feel every inch of his cock stroking in and out of my wet pussy. Each time he pushed into me, his balls slapped against my clit, stimulating it and making me want more.

Joe was so turned on watching me eat his wife's pussy that it did not take him long at all before he shouted that he was cumming; he pushed into me hard, and shot his load of sticky semen deep into my pussy. I could feel his hard body pushing into me; I could feel a tingling feeling that must have been his balls releasing semen through is cock; I shuddered, and started to moan. The vibration from my moaning sent Lisa over the edge, and she too began to climax. A simultaneous three-way orgasm; it was amazing.

We all fell back, and floated in the water, enjoying the sensation of the hot sun beating on us from above while we shivered from our orgasms in the cool water. It was a few minutes before anyone spoke. I was the first one to say anything, and I simply muttered "thank you." It wasn't directed at either one particularly; more to both of them. I was grateful that my friend was sharing her husband with me. I was also thankful that Joe was sharing his wife with me.

Only a few days before, I had been lonely and frustrated. Now, I had twice made love to the man who had been the off-limits object of my desire for years, and had experienced my first sexual encounter with another woman. I liked it. I was ready for more.