5 comments/ 34810 views/ 8 favorites Three To Get Off Of Despair By: fermpera I was undecided in which category posts this story because it could have been posted in several of them; the story has incest-taboo, group sex, erotic couplings, first time and lesbian sex. But I decided to post it in the Loving wives category, because that's what is it. Is the story of a loving wife giving her husband a chance to make their dreams come true, and with his, hers. Thanks to Vin de Luca for her help in editing this story and her suggestions to make it better. Enjoy F. Introduction We were each working in our computers I was on the den-office and she, as usual after dinner, in our bedroom tucked in bed semi upright with her head and back supported in pillows and with her lap-top on her knees. We don't have children and when after six years of marriage we consulted with several specialist and tests were made to both of us we were surprised by the results, neither of us could have children. We were bereaved, six years making love almost every night trying to get her pregnant and all for naught. But, what the hell I'm saying? How can I say that it was all for nothing? And the pleasure we had? And the exploring of our sexual whims, everything we learned about ourselves, everything that made us fly? Yes that's right, everything is truth. We used to fly together when making love or fucking but after that day in the last clinic we weren't the same. Oh yes we still make love, sometimes, we still love each other but with the passing of time. we have been married for twelve years now and no possibility of bearing children, our horniness for the other has abated somewhat; we make love once, twice a week, thrice every two weeks it depends, on what? You may ask. Oh, it depends on "Sorry, I'm very tired today", or "oh I have a terrible headache". Traditional, isn't it? Now, don't get me wrong most of the times are me the tired one and she who has the headache. So she it's not the only to blame, it's a fifty-fifty. For a time we talked and we considered adopting one or two children; after long and heated conversations, that no discussions, we decided we were to comfy living alone and children, not being ours, would interfere with our lives, personal, professional and others things such as voyages and vacations. For a time seeing the results it would had been better if we had adopted, at least we would had continued to have interests in common. Now every day except weekends we see only once a day in what might be called a food modality; at dinnertime we see the news on TV with a little talk about our day on the side, and after we go to our computer to surf the net, work or whatever. Everything recounted doesn't mean we are quarreling or upset with the other, we love each other, but less passionate, more calm; our marriage today is like a good pair of shoes, used but still in good shape and very comfy to use without even thinking of discarding them. That's why many times, when I'm in the den, I go to the bedroom just to kiss her and then go back to my computer, or maybe I prepare a cup of tea and take it to her, things like that. Another think we have in common is the confidence in each other and the respect for our privacy. I never ever log in her computer to see what's in her files or folders and she does the same with mine; so the first time I went to the bedroom, I don't remember why and saw, paying no greater attention, what she was looking I didn't give it any significance. She was looking a page with the picture of a well breast-developed woman. A gossip page I told myself and left the room. Things went thus for months I saw my wife several times looking very interested to pages with women, not usual in her, at least that's what I thought, showing how little we men know the loved ones with whom we live. She had, most of the time, been only interested in the advances in her profession on trials and new laws the net brings to her and reading mostly such stuff. One day particularly hard for her at work she came home late in the evening looking very tired and defeated so I told her to take a hot bath and go to bed that I was going to bring dinner to her in bed. She did and I cooked an Italian risotto with dried tomatoes and mushrooms. Hydrate the tomatoes and mushrooms take a while so I went to the bathroom and told her dinner would take around forty-five minutes; she told me "its ok love I'll wait in bed." So I went to the kitchen to my pans and pots and in forty minutes I had an exquisite "risotto a la italiana" I put everything on a tray including a glass of white wine and went into the bedroom with her dinner. She was fast asleep still reclining on the cushions with her laptop open on the side. I said we respect profoundly the privacy of the other and I do. But what was in the monitor made open my eyes as big as the pans I had been cooking. In the monitor was running a video but not any kind of video, it was a lesbian porno show in which at that moment two women were sixty-nining. I went back to the bedroom door and kicked to the open door with my foot as by accident and saying, "Here my love dinner is ready"; she woke up with a start and seeing me by the door looked quickly at the monitor and blushing deeply closed the laptop before, she supposed, I could see what was in display. And that's when I thought something was wrong. "Here dear let me pamper you I see you are very tired" I said as nonchalantly as I could. "Yes, thank you love I'm very tired, it's been a hard day." She answered not certain if I had seen anything on the laptop. "Yes my love you eat and drink I brought you a glass of wine, so you could go back to sleep, I'll take care of everything." Saying that before her apprehensive glance I put the tray beside her on the bed and took her laptop and put it on the dresser knowing it wasn't logged out but feigning absolute disinterest. Later in the den, before I went to bed I could hear her, the springs of the mattress telling me she had gotten up; go to the dresser log out the laptop and returning to bed; all with the stealth of a thief or a person doing something that does not want others to find out. Next day after my wife had gone to work and before I did the same I committed a sin I never thought I would be able to; I went to the dresser in our bedroom and careful not to disturb anything on my wife's laptop I opened it and logged-in betraying my wife trust on me and violating her privacy. I could not resist I had to know why she had slammed the lap shut at my presence and what was she looking at. I took a look at the history record and I only could find the usual pages and links associated with her work and general interest. I did not want to keep poking in her carpets so she wouldn't notice my trespassing, I logged out and went to work. That day I couldn't work as usual thinking in a way to get information about her new interest in women bodies and specifically in porno. And it wasn't the last time I saw her seeing women scantily dressed bodies on the net. From the day I saw her laptop with lesbian porno I tried to spy on her without her noticing trying to ensure that what I had seen was not accidental, it wasn't just the curiosity of one-time thing. No it wasn't. Definitively she was interested in women bodies. But only beautiful women bodies. My next thought was how could I learn if she was lesbian inclined. If she watched porno and that was the cause of our diminishing sexual activity as a couple. I knew I was exposing my marriage to end in disaster if she found out I was violating her trust and her privacy. On the other hand she was being dishonest with me if she had those inclinations and kept them a secret. Chapter 1 Before telling our complete story and our venturous present let me present you my wife and myself. I'm Richard, but everybody calls me Rick (I did never mind the diminutive, I know who I'm) and thirty five years old; my wife has a very beautiful name, Elizabeth thirty two years old and she had been called, Eliza, Elisa, Beth, Betty, Liz and several others by different people, I call her Lizbeth and so we are Rick and Lizbeth to ourselves. We are common people. My wife is a lawyer in a medium size company and gets a healthy pay check every month and I 'm chemist engineer; I work as a consultant and as a part time professor of chemistry in our town college I get paid two checks per month and between the two do not take home what my wife earns. Money never being an issue in our little family, there was a time while she finished her career and established her reputation as a lawyer, that it was me the only one who brought money home; so if she earns now more than I do I do not feel I'm less than her I do not feel threatened and my manhood does not suffer for it. Regarding our physical appearance so important for some, well she is of medium height five- five, slim with medium sized breasts and a good pair of toned legs, she runs five miles twice a week and her best feature is a pair of ice blue eyes that went violet in the throes of passion; her face otherwise is cute with shoulders length coffee brown hair; she wouldn't win in a Miss America contest but who cares, she is my Mrs. America. In contrast, no I'm not an Apollo, I'm also medium size in everything and when I say in everything I mean everything. I'm five- ten in height and not as slim as when I ran in College, I just love risotto or macaroni al carbone, Italian style. My legs are toned because I run with her, not on a par with her mind you always a hundred feet behind her and giving my maximum to finish without falling dead at her feet; something she finds very funny. I have dark honey blonde hair cut short and black eyes that when I'm angry become bottomless pits. And as for some the most important thing is the dick, my penis, my cock, you name it, is a very satisfactory in between seven to seven and a half inches long and five and a half inches in girth. That's all and that's who we are. Now let me go back in time around seventeen years. We were on High school I was a senior on my last year and she was a freshman, one day I saw her on the corridors and I told myself, "That's my mate"; yes like any other mammalian. I don't believe in the romantic notion of "love at first sight" I believe in the more primitive feeling "lust at first sight" that is ingrained in a brain area called the anterior cingulate cortex and is regulated by testosterone and estrogen in humans and which function is matchmaking. Later, much later comes, not always, the other sentiments we know as romantic love. So to her I went, waited till she was alone and introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Richard, Rick to my friends and I would like to be your friend; say, could we go for some coffee or something?" Her spontaneous laugh was like the tinkling of crystal, "You crazy? you don't know even my name." "Yes, sorry what's your name before I call you "Beauty girl"?" She laughed again and, "My name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Murdock and my friends call me by several nicknames, Eliza, Elisa, Beth, Betty, Liz and several others, you may pick your choice." "What if I call you...Lizbeth, that's ok with you?" "Well at least is different..." "Yeah that's my second name "different", what about a soda, you game?" "Nah, can't, I have to go to class now and after class I must go to the library; thanks anyway, it's not usual a whole senior pays attention to a little old fifteen freshmen, meaning me." I was delighted; her sense of humor was refreshing. "Hey, are you making fun of me?" Her burst of laughter was contagious, "no I don't but if I was what would you do? Don't speak to me again? Don't invite me to a soda? What big senior school student?" With a twinkle in my eyes I told her, "No, I would take you in my arms and kiss you for all the school to see." I had to give it to her, she didn't back out, she just said "You wouldn't dare." "No, you are right I wouldn't shame you, you kissing a perv senior like me." And at that we laughed together, the first of many to come. From the next day on we entered into a daily routine that would last until I finished high school. We met at the end of the school day go for a soda and later I would walk her home. Of course sometimes this rhythm was broken if either of us had to do something out of the ordinary. But we had always a bug around us, like a fly around honey; my little fifteen years old sister. Carla. She had been a pest to me since she was a toddler; don't get me wrong I love her very much, but as every brother knows little sisters have an amazing ability to always be in the middle in the most inopportune moments. That was the karma of my life. I had taken care of little Carla when our parents were working; then it was me who had carried and brought her to and from school since her first year. Now at fifteen, being in the same classroom as Lizbeth, Carla was her friend and tried to be with her most of the time; as I learned many years later my sister had a crush on her friend, an amorous interest in her friend and so she was always trying to be in the middle. She was no longer a little girl that I could shake when I was too bothered and wanted to get her out of me. So that year to the end of school and the whole summer, whenever I was with Lizbeth, Carla was in the middle. Later I learned Carla; at that time a closet Bi-sexual, had during the next three years until they graduated, attempted to make Lizbeth experiment with her. Later she became, or so she said, a full-fledged in the closet lesbian. After High school I went to the University to become a chemist and to get a Master in education. My relationship with Lizbeth was normal, that of two good friends. I liked being with her but for the next two years my principal motivation was to get my university careers ahead on my way to a good economic future that would allow me to think of a serious relationship and a family. I talked with Lizbeth of my plans and she was in full agreement with me. We didn't make plans together or pledge but without saying it was clear to us, were going to be together in the future. And that moment came. I asked her to be my fiancée the day she graduated and she said yes; she was eighteen and I was twenty one, she was going to enter Law school and I was ending my third of five years. We made plans, we talked marriage and children, I wanted to get I good job to be able to provide so she could continue her career and become a lawyer. When I was twenty three and she twenty we got married, our families were happy for us; her and my parents knew we had been friends since High school years and could not believe that without having been formally engaged we had kept sentimentally faithful to each other. That same day my sister moved out of town without even saying goodbye. Ooo000ooo As newlyweds our marriage had a few surprises for me; not the least important, Lizbeth was a virgin, not just technically virgin, she was a virgin in all sense of the word. Being in Uni I had many opportunities to bed other female students and had even bedded a couple professors, so I was not in a hurry to have sex with my girlfriend as a means to purify my body of any raging hormones (as some authors of erotica generally justify mother-son incest, the raging hormones, lol); we just kissed, yes we french kissed and it was very hot but I never went to touch her panties; if she would had asked I would have complied with, but she didn't. As she was a virgin I had to be her teacher and with the knowledge I had acquired with some mature and very experienced women that task was a pleasure. I should say when I married I was a good lover always thinking of the woman pleasure before mine. I need to give credit to my "Molecular Physics" professor Madame Saint Etienne, Eloise, now back in France whom took me under her wings, in every sense of the word, when I was nineteen and not only taught me physics she taught me not only to fuck but to make love to a woman; two very different things. In our first night together, the wedding night, Lizbeth was so shay she came to bed fully clothed; no, no misunderstand me she wasn't wearing the wedding dress; her mother had bought her a full bride trousseau in Victoria's Secret and she came to bed from the bath where she had changed clothes in full brides white regalia. Yes, she was beautiful in white, white meaning purity and if someone was pure, that was she. But the complete outfit she was wearing consisted of a lace bra and panties set, white nightdress and over her nightdress a long to the floor silk robe, with white satin slippers on her feet. She was a heavenly vision. And taking off her slippers she lay down in bed waiting for me to take the lead. I was wearing only my pajama bottoms with my chest naked so I turned around to be face to face with her and taking her face with my mind I asked her, "Tell me my love, your mother didn't talk to you about our wedding night?" "No, she... she told me that you have experience and would guide me." She said in a tremulous voice. I was glad my young wife was a virgin, not that the contrary would have prevented me to marry her, but I was irritated with her mother at least she could have explained her daughter the basics of a wedding night. "Well my love, first of all you have a lot of clothing on you don't need in bed and less in our newlyweds bed. So let's get up and let's get comfortable after all I have seen you in the beach wearing a bikini, it isn't true?" "Yes Rick but...but I'm a little nervous; this is a big day for me and I have never been naked with a man in my life." "Right, but we know each other since our High school days and I promise you I'll be extremely careful with you my love." "Ok. I love and I trust you." So I took her hand and we got up from the bed. I hugged her and started to kiss her on her mouth and neck, little kisses with lots of saliva and tip of tongue, I caressed her softly trying to remember the lessons in love my beautiful french professor of "Molecular Physics" at Uni had told me when teaching me the fine arts of love in bed. "Always be careful, always be tender, never rush a woman, give her time to get accustomed, take your time to excite her, to get hot as coals and never, never think of yourself first, always thing of the woman pleasure first and your own will be immeasurable, something out of this world." I started to take off first her silk gown and then her nightdress and with only her bra and panties I hugged her and took her to bed. We lied down side by side all the while I was caressing her she started to respond my caresses with her own. We kissed and kissed and her breathing was getting rough by the minute. I caressed and caressed her breasts over her virginal bra feeling her nipples getting hard under the lace while I sucked them over the fabric. Soon I was displacing my hand down her tummy, stopping to tickle the navel and making her laugh nervously. Little by little my hand was getting near her brief panties and caressing her mound over them in a non-stop trip down her legs to the knees and back up on the inside of her thighs. When I was nearing the juncture of her crotch she unconsciously opened her legs letting me caress her labia over the wet cloth. In that instant I knew she was excited and was the moment to the next step. "My love, would you mind if I take off your panties and bra so I may be able to caress the skin of your body." She nodded with her head and I, as delicately as I was able, took off her intimate apparel. I followed suit, pulling my pajamas bottoms down my body and pushing them away. I looked down knowing my cock was poking from between my legs, covered in precum. The two of us were looking at each other. She took my hand and pulled me onto the bed, and once on the bed I pulled her back to me so that we were face-to-face, bodies pressed together. I bent down and moved my lips straight to hers. It was magic. Three To Get Off Of Despair My lips moved against hers and soon our tongues were dancing together. I felt her tongue so wet and strong bend up behind my teeth, licking back and forth. I sucked it into my mouth until she somehow reversed it and I felt her sucking my own tongue into her mouth. Her nipples were pressed into the upper part of my chest, moving back and forth as we kissed. The tip of my cock was lodged against her stomach, wet against her skin. Our legs slid against one another, and I could not fathom how smooth and soft she felt. I moved my hands down her body and squeezed her bare bottom in my hands. She did the same to me and I felt her smile forming against my lips. I growled against her mouth. I suddenly broke the kiss and began to rub my body against her in earnest. I felt her nipples as I slid up and down her body. I heard her whisper, "So good," as I moved back up. Then I was kissing her lips, chin, and neck as I moved down again. My fingers pressed hard sliding up her back, while I kissed anything in sight. I suddenly caught a glimpse of her ear and slid to the side to get at it. As I did so, something happened and my leg slipped between her thighs. I could feel her, warm and moist, against my skin. It was the most erotic sensation I had ever felt. I licked up her long neck to the ear lobe which I pulled into my mouth. She moaned ever so slightly as I nibbled. Her body started to move and the warm soft spot was sliding against my thigh, leaving a damp trail. I moaned against her in excitement. "You ever did this?" I asked. "No, you know I didn't." she said and slid her wetness down my thigh. "Did you?" "Hummmm- Hummmm," I answered and ran my tongue in a circle along the edge of her ear. "That's a yes or no?" ".....yes." In a movement that astonished me for its audacity she took with delicacy my cock in her hand and began to rub it. She was moving her hand in rhythm with her mound against my leg. I felt her thumb petting the head, rubbing my precum all around. Through the haze in my mind, I felt a drop of moisture running down my leg from her pussy and new scents wafting and floating around us, from her, from me, from the sweat that was forming on our naked bodies. I was getting mad I wanted to taste her, taste all of her, before the night was done. My tongue traveled down Lizbeth's neck, licking in broad, wet strokes under her ear and her collarbone, then I took her chin with my open mouth sucking it an licking its undersides with my tongue, then I changed my position and I felt her slip off of my leg. I bent over further and kissed down her chest. It was different here than everywhere else. Her breast was soft, resilient and supple at the same time as I pressed it with my lips, but springing back as I let go. I imagined myself spending hours here, exploring. My eyes fell on her nipples whose areolas were much darker than any other part of her skin, a tanned dark honey color and were marked with reddish nipples that seemed very wide. Each nipple was erect and pointed outward, I moved to one and laid a soft kiss on it and then to the other. I ran my tongue over it and discovered she wasn't fully erect yet as the dark skin of the areolae began to tighten and the nipple grew. It was fascinating. Somehow I could feel a grin above me, so I looked up to Lizbeth. She looked like she was about to laugh. "What?" I asked. "Rick, they are for kissing and sucking and sometime for suckling. You can take notes later." I smiled back at her. "Then, let's kiss them a little more." I kneeled over her and began to trail my mouth over her body pushing her more profoundly against the bed. I gave a playful tickle and she collapsed laughing and wiggled her perfect little body backwards giving me room between her legs. Everything she did was the most beautiful thing ever. Straddling her thighs, I leaned over and drew a nipple straight into my mouth. I heard her say something like, "Now, at last there we go," to herself and her legs spread and moved up on my back. I just did whatever I could think of, sucking on each nipple, soft, then hard, then soft. I ran my tongue in circles around those dark areolas while my fingers teased on the other side. I then licked back and forth quickly, and her body squirmed undermine as I kissed. She squirmed against me so much that I had to move my pelvis away from her to prevent an unintentional coming. As I moved, my tongue slid down her breast onto her stomach. I suddenly breathed in that intoxicating smell that I had noticed before. My eye fell down her stomach, past her pinched navel, to a layer of her soft curly dark hair. That was something to discover. I kissed down her stomach ever so slowly; making sure nothing escaped my lips. I could feel my excitement building as I moved lower. She also began to shudder and catch her breath and I had been several times in danger of cumming without anything touching me. I changed from kissing to licking up and down the sides of her belly. She jumped immediately, the way she had before when I touched her hip area. Didn´t know if it was fear or excitement I looked down to the spot that made her react. There was nothing special to see, just a slight fall where hips met the pelvis. I moved my body down to kiss the area. I blew a cool stream of air across her skin and her pelvis lifted slightly into the air. I licked back and forth as fast as I could and heard my name. "Rick, Rick." Her hand was on my shoulder and I looked up dazed to see her propped up on an elbow. My lips were still nestled in her curls. She gazed down at me with a nervous ferocity in those blue eyes I had never seen before. I took her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining. She shook beneath me. "I'm scared," she said. "Me too, but different probably" "Why are you?" "Because it's new for you, and I don't want to hurt you, I want you to feel good; I want this first time to be perfect for you, to be the perfect start of a new life with no sexual traumas attached." "If that's what you want you're doing a great job. I love you, I always did since that first day and you have no idea how much I do." "Then why are you scared?" "I'm because no one has done this before to me Rick." "We can stop if you want and try latter." "I don't wanna stop. I'm just scared that's all. No one's seen... me there." "Ok, I'll close my eyes," I said and did so. She giggled nervously. "That's stupid." I kept my eyes closed. "Yeah, but if it makes you more comfortable, who cares?" "But you are going to see me, one way or other" I felt a slight movement and a command. "Open your eyes." I opened them to discover Lizbeth's legs spread open before me. The dark hair thinned between her legs to just clearer wisps around the labia that were as dark as her nipples. A small bit of pink peeked out from deep inside and moisture was all around in the form of little drops of dew at the edges and matted hair closer in. I placed my mouth on the dark pussy lips of this woman and felt Lizbeth squeezing my hand tightly. I kissed her up and down slowly. Truth was, this was a little different for me, I had sucked and licked lots of pussies on my time but this was a first to me it was my first time licking a complete virgin pussy. Thinking the way to defuse her fear I flicked my tongue between the labia quickly. Up and down, up and down. I licked again a little deeper. The taste was something I could never have predicted. A mixture of sour and sweet that was incredibly intense. Lizbeth's grip was growing stronger as my tongue moved. So this was what my Lizbeth tasted like. I moved my mouth completely against the opening. The extracurricular classes I have had of "Making love to a woman 101 and 102, and at infinitum" with my professors was paying off now in one of my important days of my life, and maybe the most important in Lizbeth's life. With my mouth pressed against Lizbeth, my tongue moved up and down in the very wet and soft area of the entrance to her birth canal. I moved down towards where it was the pink color I saw before and could feel Lizbeth's wetness entering my mouth, mingling with my own saliva. As I pushed my tongue inward, it felt like Lizbeth was about to squeeze my hand off with hers. I moved towards where I knew her tunnel was, keeping my tongue moving. Lizbeth was moaning now above me, just saying my name and some syllables that I couldn't understand. My tongue never stopped. If I could make her feel like this, I never wanted to stop. Lizbeth's legs began clinching around my head, pressing inward and then releasing. Ohmygod, I loved it. I suddenly remembered one of Mme. Saint Etienne "The clitoris, never forget to pamper the clitoris of a woman you want to get crazy her clitoris it's the most important part of a woman sexual organs. It is somewhere towards the top, under its hood and there is where the sexual nerves powerhouse of a woman are." I knew, so I just moved up and licked around the hood area until the tip of her clit appeared and with my tongue I lashed at it. "Ahhhhhhh" She leaped into the air, squeezing my hand hard. I kept licking her clit area but Lizbeth had started to buck her whole body underneath me, making it next to impossible to keep licking. I licked and she gasped and jumped, making me lose the little nub I was now feeling. I disengaged my hand from Lizbeth's and brought it down to my face level; Moving my head back a little, I slipped one finger inside her slit and moved it up and down the length of her mound. Everything was moist and wonderful and I moved up a second and a third fingers to the top, hitting the nub, and Lizbeth screamed. My quiet, smart, sarcastic Lizbeth screamed in passion. I would never give this up. Lizbeth's noises were muffled suddenly by a pillow she was pushing into her face. I moved my fingers back down and looking for her slit pushed one forward a little. She was tight, very tight and when I overcame some resistance, I pushed again and suddenly my finger was entering the woman I loved. "Not too deep my love," Lizbeth said taking the pillow from her face. "Remember, it's not broken." "Broken?" "Hymen." The fog on my mind had made me forget something as important as her virginity. "Yeah, sorry my love, I'll be more careful." "No I don't mean that, I like you as you were now, madly in lust, just don't hurt me." "I won't, I promise." I decided to just not push in past my middle joint and so I curled my finger upwards inside her, rubbing the wall there. "Oh, baby," Lizbeth sighed and rustled her hands in my hair. There was a slight sloshing noise as I slid the top of two fingers in and out of her. I could smell her scent and hear her. It was so lovely. I put my mouth back down just above my fingers and found the little nub, so small. I licked it back and forth. Lizbeth pelvis was jumping while her hands were pushing me hard into her body. I could feel her pulling my hair, then the hands vanished and she was yanking the sheets off the bed. And all of a sudden, there was a loud squeal and Lizbeth's legs clamped down on my head with more force than I knew she had. I felt myself being squeezed, unable to move, while her pelvis just thrust upwards. I do not know what she did, but in her frenzy I felt the sheets of the bed falling around us until I was covered in total darkness. Finally after seeming to lift me halfway to the ceiling and a series of thrusts on her part she came back down and loosened her grip a bit. I immediately licked once more but as soon as I did she was shaking and pushing me back with her legs. I pulled the sheets back and looked up at Lizbeth. My god she was a complete mess, her bride hairstyle was completely disheveled, tears were running on her cheeks, there was a wet spot near her mouth on the bed and a frantic look was in her eyes. I was about to speak when she pulled me as hard as she could on top of her. I fell so that my lips were at her forehead, her mouth on my neck, and my cock inside her pubic hair; she instantly wrapped her arms and legs around me holding me into her fiercely and rocking from side to side slowly. As she did this I felt my penis sliding downwards between her legs. Lizbeth started to kiss me clinging hard to me and then kissing me again. "Everyone said it is so horrible the first time!" she was saying. "But not with you. I should have known it wouldn't be, not with you. Thank you my love, thank you for being so wonderful. I should have known it would be wonderful with you" I didn't know what to say, but the truth is I could barely understand her because I hadn't been inside her although my cock was becoming wrapped inside her lips and I could feel the moisture and warmth all around me and I wanted so much more. "You are awesome Rick I'm so in..." she stopped the sentence as she had just licked my face and then followed after a long pause. "Oh. Is that me? Is that what I taste like down there?" My face was covered in her juices. "Yes, that wonderful taste is you down there." Then she licked me again. "You know my love what's the hardest part of all though?" she continued. Controlling myself right now, I was thinking. "I wanted to touch you so bad. But you were so, so far away. My hands could barely get to you. I hated it. But, oh, how I loved it." She said something more but I didn't hear it. I was frozen, all my muscles tensed. My head was dipping inwards. With just a small thrust, I could.... "Rick, Rick," I heard. I managed to look up feeling like I was crazed. She looked deep into my eyes, caressing my cheek. "What are you going to do now?" I stared at her trying to understand. "Well yeah..." was all I said, then she did something I wouldn't have thought of Lizbeth doing, she started to push me downwards into her with her feet on my rear. "I'm sure it is OK, right? And I don't think it's will be so bad after what you just did me so, you know, I want you to make me a woman." She pushed a little more and my dickhead was inside her. Before I lost my last bit of will power with my craziness, I rolled to the side breaking the contact; my breathing was heavy, and I felt my mind wrestling with itself. I knew this was what is supposed to happen in a wedding night, the groom deflowering the bride but it must be done carefully with my senses wide awake not to hurt her in any way that could leave marks in her mind. I pulled Lizbeth hard against my chest, clinging to her now like she had to me not a minute ago. After a minute I heard a "Thank you" from her. I wrapped her in me, not wanting to let her go. I kept hugging tighter and tighter, feeling like I couldn't get as close to her as I needed. I was shaking; unconsciously she had been pushing me to my baser instincts. I wanted to crawl back on her now and go inside. Maybe that was the only way to be as close to her as I desired. Maybe she had been right. The odds were that it would be OK, right? We could try. But I wasn't sure that was the best way. What had she done to me? I knew everything going through my mind was idiotic, but I couldn't make the thoughts go away. Why, oh why, had I rolled off her? "Maybe, we should wait a little," I heard myself say, not believing my own ears. "You said a while ago you didn't think it was the right time...." "Oh, Rick, I trust you I know you won't harm me in anyway, it is maybe I wasn't as ready as I thought a few minutes ago." I was silent for a moment, trying to let my desires lessen. Eventually, I nodded and kissed Lizbeth's head again. I squeezed her into me yet again. "There's one problem. We'd have to get up and...." She giggled against my chest. "This is a problem," and then she pushed me over on my back and climbed on top of me lying on my body with her arms around my head. She looked at me and said with an overly pleased smile, "You are now absolutely mine." She lifted herself up and looked down my body to my cock which was rock hard and almost purple. She started wiggling downwards and said, "Half my body is covered with the lube from you. Think there's anything much left?" She put a finger on the head, right on the tip where the precum was waiting. I watched as her finger slowly rubbed the lubricant in a circle all over my purple head. My cock pulsed up and down under her touch. "Nice" she said simply. "It's alive and waiting for you," I replied. Chapter 2 She looked at me with her little smile. "Don't worry you are going to have me but you're not going to be able to joke much longer." And with that she pushed her dangling breasts together around the shaft of my cock. Her body began to slide up and down my length and immediately the sensations were building again. "Are, are, you, you, sure?" I managed to say as my head started tossing from side to side on the bed at her unexpected wantonness. She moved down and I watched in awe as her tongue began to lick around my precum covered cockhead. "Ummmh-hummmh," she replied and then her mouth moved forward taking some of my penis her lips, disappearing behind a wall of her hair as it fell around her head. Her tongue began to slither along the top of my shaft, sending chills up my spine. "You win, are you sure your mother didn't have the talk with you" I squeaked out as I grabbed at a pillow. "Ummmh-hummmh, no." she said shaking her head. She started sliding her breasts up and down my body again and with each motion the forces of an orgasm were building deep inside my sac. I could feel it growing and growing each time she moved her breasts, then a lick, then her skin, then, oh, I don't know what she was doing. It was so soft, wet, smooth, and perfect. Oh so good, oh, so fucking good. "Ohmygod Lizbeth baby... oh Lizbeth... I'm sorry, don't stop. Yes... I can't...." The orgasm was almost there. I wanted to scream. All the times I had been so close tonight were all coming back at once right now and all of them were ripping me apart. Oh fuck. I couldn't stop it now. It was too late. I felt something wet around my rod and pushing against me, her tongue? And I exploded; it felt to me like the first squirt started from the base of my spine and came flying outwards. Lizbeth squealed again, but different from before, and I felt her rubbing at the base of my erection. She tossed her hair up and another squirt flew up and hit my chest. It wouldn't stop. Glob after glob was shooting upwards covering my stomach and lower chest and between her hairs, I could see Lizbeth's mouth resting on the top side of my erection watching everything coming out of me, but never letting go while I pulsed against her lips. Finally my orgasm subsided and I stopped tossing my head on the bed. Lizbeth lifted her head up just a bit, releasing me and then slowly guided the tip of my hard-on through the pools of cumm on my skin. I watched her exploring the results of her action with fascination. "Would you like to borrow a pencil or should I take dictation?" She looked up at me and grinned, then put her tongue in a small glop just under my cock. She drew it into her mouth and tentatively tasted it. After a second's reflection, she sat up beside me and said, "I'm not an expert to judge but I think that would've been quadruplets." I nodded, thinking how that orgasm had been building up for hours. Now I began to feel semen sliding down my sides. "These sheets are going to be a mess if I move. Would you mind bringing a towel from the bathroom my love?" She jumped up and ran into her bathroom. "Don't forget the bit in your hair," I called after her. My goddess returned, running a damp washrag over some strands of her hair and tossed a towel onto my stomach. I quickly cleaned myself up and put the towel to the side. She was still standing by the bed nude with a look of concentration as she worked over her hair thoroughly. I suddenly remembered that just a couple hours ago she had been paralyzed at the touch of my hand on her knee and yet already it seemed like this is the way it would be. What could be more natural than beckoning her to the bed where I waited to hug her the whole night through? I reached up to pull my new wife back into bed with me but first I need a pee. Three To Get Off Of Despair I put on my boxers out of modesty for Lizbeth and went to the bathroom to pee and wash myself and was back in the bedroom just in time to see Lizbeth crawling naked across the covers. "This side of the sheets is warmer and not wet," she said pulling them up around her stomach. I slipped my boxers over my erection and crawled in bed with her. "Maybe we can find something else to warm you up." "The sheets are for later, anyway," she said throwing them back. "Do you think we will ever go to sleep?" "Well, I don't know if this is the alternative..." I said, placing my hand on her breast. "I'm far too wired to sleep, too. Maybe if we do something really hard and fast to the point of exhaustion....?" "Just what are you thinking about? Something like go running?" She grinned. "I really like having this effect on you. I can see this is a permanent part of my life now." A moment after she said that, I saw her cheeks flushing, but I knew they were nothing compared to mine. She continued, "Do you want to put it on now or later?" "Uh, shouldn't we warm you up a little first?" "Oh I'm warm enough. I'm pretty ready. Been thinking' about this all night." "Yeah, ok then." I was with her and my erection had never disappeared since she pulled the blanket out the two of us. I was unconsciously stroking my penis and Lizbeth's fingers joined me, I just watched her fingers sliding along my cock so naturally. Lizbeth seemed to be studying what she was doing as well. "Rick" she began. "I, uh, I really like seeing you naked." I grinned. "I'm kinda a fan of seeing you this way, too." "I don't just mean that. I mean, it's like all the barriers are coming down. There's finally nothing between us anymore." "No secrets and complete trust in the other." "Forever," Lizbeth finished the sentence and then looked back down at my cock. "How does it feel? Tight?" "You don't know how much...." "Rick, what position do you think is best?" Lizbeth's voice was tremulous over my shoulder. I lay back down next to her. "What do you thing about the kissing position?" I answered and moved my lips to hers. She responded immediately and soon our bodies were wrapped together, hands gliding across skin, lips pushing and pulling. I moved my lips to her neck and one of those beautiful moans escaped from her. I instantly felt my temperature rising. I put long wet licks up and down her neck, again taking in that indescribable taste. Next it was her ear between my teeth, nibbling very gently. Her nails descended upon my back and scratched lightly across my skin, sending goose bumps across my body. My hold on her became stronger, tighter, as I kissed and licked her over and over. I was getting crazy with the feel of her. I felt Lizbeth pushing me up on top of her and our legs writhed together, our groins meeting again. I lifted myself on my forearms a bit so that she didn't have to support my full weight and she brought her tongue to my face and quickly covered me with it. By now she did know this could have such an effect on me. My body twitched and I moaned and gasped each time her tongue hit me. Ohmygod, Ohmygod it was so good. Don't ever stop, baby. My tongue fell on her forehead and I slid it down her face and chin over her neck and between her breasts all the way to her navel and then back up again. I couldn't get over the feel of her body against mine as we grounded our sexes together. Everything was smooth, soft and perfect. I repeated my body licks a second and a third time beginning to taste and smell the excitement growing in the air. She lay with her hands stretched straight above her body so I glided up her until my own hands found hers and our fingers locked together. I was so much in love. I could feel it. I knew it because my heart was melting for this woman. "Baby," I whispered my mouth just an inch from hers, "this is the best day of my life." "I never knew I was a 'baby' person. I've been calling you 'baby' all night. Where did that come from?" I saw tears in her eyes and she nodded quickly. "I will do anything for you," I told her, the emotions quickly overpowering me. "I know," she replied and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock was again pressing up against her mound, though this time was leaking pre-cumm at a fast rate. I looked up into her burning eyes. My hips moved a bit lower until it felt like my tip was between her labia. I pressed forward and she wiggled under me, moving. I pressed forward again, not sure of her reaction. I knew where I was, and what I was supposed to do. But I was hesitant, Lizbeth was virgin and I didn't want to hurt her. It was she who reached down and took my cumm slicked shaft in her hand, pulling me lower and at a different angle. I pushed my hips forward again where she had placed me and Lizbeth's eyes shot open. The head of my cock was inside her. I could feel the tightness. I pushed again and Lizbeth cried out. Her arms were wrapped around me tightly, clutching me. "Slow..." she said with a small and voice tenuous voice. I nodded, but the truth was I had no idea what she was feeling. Only the woman can know what is happening in her body and her mind in those special moments. Was I in just a bit or a lot? She was so tight around me and I felt so much pressure that I didn't know how to move slow or fast. I tried to inch in a little more and Lizbeth was whimpering. Oh my Lizbeth. Oh, my love. I didn't want to hurt her. I resolved not to move an inch more inside. Instead I would try moving in and out, but going no deeper than I was. I slid backwards and she moaned. I moved in again and she cried out. I didn't know what to do. All I could think to do was stay put and hold her, so I did. We lay there for a while with me resting partway in her, clutching each other. "Do you want me to leave and get out and make the hymen to be surgically removed?" Suddenly, I felt her hips move against me, rocking ever so slightly. I kissed her again and tried to remain still, letting her control what happened. She continued these tiny rocking motions against me and I could feel sensations already starting between my legs. "Baby I'm not gonna last long," I confessed to her. "That's OK," she said in a voice that seemed about to break. "How are you doing, want me to stop?" She shook her head and then said, "It hurts some." She looked deep into my eyes and then caressed my face while our hips moved back and forth together. "I'm so happy." My gaze fell down the woman I loved to where our bodies met. I could just see the base of my cock before it disappeared inside her. I was further in than I realized. I had an idea. I propped myself on one arm and lowered the other down her torso, gliding over her skin as I went. My hand disappeared between her legs, bumping into my own cock inside her. I slid up from there.... Lizbeth squealed and jumped up. I had found her clit. I kept my cock as still as I could, just filling her, while my fingers began to touch that sensitive spot. Her little whimpers became cries and her arms started to flail around the bed. As she moved, her muscles gripped my cock inside her, squeezing it and releasing it. It felt so good. I kept rubbing her clitoris as she rocked her hips against me, and she was speaking, "yes oh yes, Rick," "ohmygod," and a lot others that I couldn't figure out. I felt my balls clutching, building and building. I realized I was thrusting into her. I hadn't meant to. It was so hard to stop now. Her hips were rocking harder too. I really hadn't meant to. "Oh Rick" "Baby" "Oh my love" "Ohhhhh....." Her fingers clawed at my back hard and she was watching me so intensely. There was sweat on her skin and tears. I made sure my fingers kept moving on her. Tears were sliding down her cheeks. I wanted to kiss each one. Her hips bucked hard into me. I was thrusting. Oh, thrusting deep into the one I had always loved. It felt so good. She was everything to me forever. OOHHHHHH; I was cumming, cumming and cumming. I felt my face twisting and my whole body convulsing. Shot after shot into her. But I kept my finger moving on her clit as I was collapsing on her. I didn't forget. All I wanted in the world was to make her feel like I did. She deserved everything I could give her. "Beautiful, beautiful," I heard myself saying over and over incoherently as my cock continued to throb deep inside her. She screamed and flew to the ceiling. She plastered herself against my body. My fingers slipped from their place. Her face was buried in my neck and her body convulsed with soft sobs. I didn't let go. I was here forever for her. I will for as long as she would have me. After a few moments and when I felt we had recovered our coherence I asked her, "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" "No, my love," she said clutching me still harder than I could believe. "It was just a lot..." she breathed and wiped her face against me, "to handle, and I wasn't prepared" breath, "at once." As our bodies calmed down, my emotions grew. I wanted to say something. But I couldn't. There were no words for these sentiments. Lizbeth lifted herself up and my cock slid out of her. I rolled to her side and after cleaning myself I settled back down on the bed lying on my back, she crawled on top of me again, resting her body on mine. She put her head on my chest and we lay quietly together for some minutes, breathing. I just held her and watched her rise and fall with each breath. I drew the sheets up around us. She spoke quietly. "You know, I've been wondering why we haven't ever had sex before. I know there are women all over you, and as clueless as I, can be, I think you know it deep down I wanted you. If you had ever really tried, you'd have found me." She ran her fingers through my chest hair and then looked up into my eyes. "What were you waiting for?" I knew the answer now, "To be perfect for you." Ooo000ooo It was better and better than this first time the next six years; after the news of our common infertility something broke, not our love but the physical expression of that love. From that moment something was missing, the possibility of a son or a daughter, the possibility someday we would be three. We could complete our family. And from then on our marriage was barely surviving, crawling, when the events occurred that changed our marriage and our lives. To better times. Chapter 3 I took a bit of toast and washed it down with a sip of coffee. The sports pages were spread out in front of me. "Did Art call you yesterday?" asked my wife. "Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. He said essentially what he had said the day before. You know, that he thought he was in love with Barbara and he didn't know what to do about Betsy." My wife nodded solemnly, Art and Betsy Burg being our best friends and now, it seemed, their marriage was in severe trouble. "Did you call to Betsy?" I asked my wife. "She called and cried for about a half an hour. She says that Art has told her he doesn't know if he wants to be married anymore. I just didn't know what to say to her." I sighed and then took another bit of toast and another gulp of coffee, then turned the newspaper page in front of me. "We have to do something, Rick." "I agree. But what? I really think Art is stuck on Barbara. It may be a temporary infatuation, but try and tell him that." "Meanwhile, Betsy is really getting hurt," my wife said, "I mean it's bad enough finding your husband has fallen for another girl; but Barbara is a good friend besides. If Art leaves Betsy, she'll be losing not just a husband, but a good friend, too." "It is rough." I said. "We can't just sit back and let it happen, can we, dear?" "No," I said, we can't. I'll call Art again and see if we can get together for lunch." "That's a fine idea." Lizbeth said relieved. It seemed to me it was just what she had been hoping I would say. "We have to convince him that the affair is just a temporary thing and Betsy and his marriage is permanent." "I hope you can do it." "It won't be easy. Hell, I never thought there would be any trouble between Art and Betsy." I said. "Yeah, me neither." "Until a month ago, I'd have said they were the only really happy marriage I knew about —outside of ours—of course." "Yeah me too" But her voice had a different tinges as if something strange was going through her mind. Finishing my toast and draining the cup of coffee I glanced at my watch "Got to run honey. I'll let you know what happens with Art, after lunch." We pecked, the usual kiss of husband and wife parting for the day. For a moment I thought we looked good together. A few hours later I called my wife, "I don't know what's going on with Art, I asked him out to lunch but he said he was just too busy." "What else did he say?" "Not much. In fact, there were just a few sentences. I asked him how things were and he said that he wasn't sure. I asked what was happening between him and Barbara and he said that things were at an important point. But he wouldn't say what. Frankly, I don't know anything more than I did before I called him. Did you talk to Betsy?" "I tried. I had been calling her but no one is home." "Don't you thing that's odd?" I asked my wife. "I know I'm going to keep trying, when work allows me." That night, over dinner, we discussed Art and Betsy some more. For us the breaking of the Burg marriage could be a tragedy of the first order; Art and Betsy had been our friends for the entire length of both our marriages. They are not only our best friends; they are in a very real sense our only friends. Oh, we know a lot of people many in a very friendly basis, but the Burgs are the only people we are really close to and their marriage had seemed remarkably happy. Neither I nor Lizbeth admit to each other—well not in my case to myself—that if our friend's marriage broke up, we may eventually end up examining our own marriage, a relationship which both of us are taking for granted so far. Lizbeth had gone to the kitchen to bring dessert when the phone rang. She answered it; it was Art Burg. "Hey Liz, you two want some company tonight?" "You know you and Betsy can always come over, whenever you want." I heard Lizbeth on the phone. A silence while Lizbeth was listening on the phone and then, "Barbara? Well, sure, if you want to." She listened some more and then, "Fine, see you then." "What did he say?" I asked my wife. She was bewildered, "Well basically he said they are going to come the three of them, Barbara included, that something had happened between the three of them and that is hard to believe –his words, nor mine--; Barbara is going to live with them for a while and when I asked him if Betsy was in agreement he said he wouldn't say exactly that Betsy wants it, but, that all things considered she had decided to go along with the idea." It was a nervous half an hour for us waiting for the trio and their idea and speculating on what was happening with our friends. To make conversation I said to Lizbeth, "Look, Barbara is a good looking chick I think Art is sleeping with her." "But; what about Betsy?" "Oh, I think he is sleeping with her, too." "When? Before or after he sleeps with Barbara." I would say she was annoyed. "How should I know?" I was becoming angry myself. "I think is kind of weird" my wife getting upset, "I can't imagine the three of them living together; what does Art think he is some Arabian prince?" To her surprise I laughed, "Oh come on, there is nothing unusual about threesomes. Even the TV is full of them these days." "Yes, but that's the movies. This is real life we are talking about and our friends." "Your point, honey" I didn't want to discuss something most men dream most of the time. "Doesn't it bother you? Aren't you offended? I've heard you talking about marriage sacredness. "True," I said acting a bit the surprised fellow. "In any case is their life, not ours." The doorbell rang and we jumped to answer it. The three stood at the door, Art, Betsy and Barbara were beaming like elves. "Well" I said while Lizbeth kept silent, "Come in, come in. We are anxious to know what's happening with you three." Our three guests entered and all five of us sat down, the Burg and Barbara sat on the living room couch with Art between the two women. They seemed excited and happy, the three of them. "Listen friends," Art began, "I'm sorry we have been so strangers in the last few days," he smiled and both women giggled. "You see, Barbara has been living with us for the last days." There were more giggles. "Living with you?" What do you mean by that exactly?" My wife's tone of voice was suspicious. "Well" Art said, "You know what the meaning of living together is, don't you? In this case that's exactly what it means." I sat very erect and asked, "Do you mean that the three of you are sleeping together?" Barbara and Betsy giggled again and Lizbeth frowned in disapproval, I however felt a rush of envy through my body. Barbara is tall and full breasted, with dark, shoulder length hair. Her waist is narrow and her legs long. He has the kind of face that people normally associates with cameo miniatures, with extraordinarily cool blue eyes. Betsy, on the other hand, is built more like an Italian peasant woman of the Sophia Loren variety. Her tits are tremendous and her ass is round and firm. She has muscular thighs and calves. Her face is broad and open with huge, limpid eyes. Her hair is a reddish brown that she uses in a ponytail. Art seemed not match for either, not very tall, rather on the chunky side with a not particularly handsome face. What in god's name had attracted these two women to him is a mystery. Perhaps it is his bushy mat of red hair or his personality. He is intense, with a great sense of humor. He generates a kind of magnetism with his insightful of things. "Well" I repeated impatiently, "are you sleeping together?" "Yes" it was Betsy who answered with an enormous grin. "That's right" Barbara said. "Indeed we are" Art said, "And loving every moment of it." Lizbeth looked at them in shock, I in wonderment. "You want this?" she asked her friend. "It wasn't my idea, but it's fantastic." Betsy answered with a grin. "What about you, Barbara, I would have thought that you wanted Art all for yourself. "I asked trying not to show envy in my voice. "I did...at first. But this is so much better; after all Betsy is one of my best friends. That was one of my problems; hurting her was very heavy for my conscience. This way she doesn't get hurt and what is best we have the company of each other when Art isn't at home." My wife was writhing in her seat, "I still don't understand." She said, "Does Art sleep with both of you at once or first one and then the other?" Both girls giggled together and Art put an arm possessively around each; they cuddled close to him. "Amazing" was my only vocal reaction. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it." I looked at my wife her voice wasn't her usual. "To answer your question..." and Art smiled lasciviously, a woman on each side of him, "It depends. Sometimes is Barbara first. Sometimes Betsy" "But what happens to the girl second in line? Does she wait until the next night?" Oh la, la my wife interest in the logistic of their fucking was amazing in itself. Art laughed, "No, not at all. You see, the whole setup is almost unbearable exciting. The only problem is that none of us is getting ant sleep. And I barely drag myself the next day. "Sounds fantastic," the words had barely left my mouth when I received a dirty look from my wife. "It is," Art was beaming." I have a hard-on almost permanently. I've never fucked so much in my life and I always seem to want more and more."