0 comments/ 92743 views/ 1 favorites Friend of the Family By: J.J. Sly "Mmmmm, that really feels good." Cathy sighed turning her head slightly as she did. "Mmmm, it's supposed to." I chimed back. That was it? That was the best I could come up with? After twenty some years pracice and countless rubs on countless backs, this was still the best come back I could formulate? Cheesy, yes, only saving grace is that we were both right. After twenty some years practice I had become adapt at least in learning how to touch a woman, and the countless rubs had taught me just where. My thumbs traced the grooves on both sides of her spine radiating outwordy away in small semi circles every few inches. She'd pulled her t-shirt up to just under her arms leaving her shoulders covered. I stopped my kneading at her bra, lifting over it and continuing above. My fingers slid under the "tee" and rested on her lower neck. Her shirt bunched and strained against my forearms and I figured now or never, damn the torpedoes, and what the hell. Least that could happen; I'd look like a dick. I swallowed hard and let loose: "Y'know this may be a little easier going if we loose this," I winced, mustering all the confidence and false bravado within. She'd insist on leaving now, sorry this doesn't feel right, we'd better stop, yeah "loose this, my ass"... "I was thinking the same thing." She propped up to her elbows, head still down, thumbs securing each side and before my amazement to her reaction could set in, wiggled free of the confining cotton. Simple as that, she lay flat again. With slightly more nervous fingers I began working the left side of her shoulder and neck. I must admit to chill I got as my left pinkie slipped innocuously under the satiny white strap of her bra. "Don't think I'll be needing this either." she said from behind a mop of auburn locks, shocking me back from the momentary distraction. She reached behind herself with both hands. With deft precision and the subtle flick of a thumb the clasps of her brassier snapped away from each other. Again up on her elbows she let slip the straps from her shoulder, raising up from the bed only enough to let it slide out from under her as she tugged. The curve of her breast was barely visible from my vantage point, but it's a sight I'll never forget. "I was thinking the same thing." I managed to mutter, not quite on cue. Sure I was. "I'm sure you were." She craned her neck back and flashed a smile. So here we were. Cathy Holdon was naked from the top down receiving a massage I normally reserve for those I generally know, or at least wish to know, on a more... intimate level. Sprawled out on my bed. My bed! Nothing of the moment was lost on me. Or her, I'm sure, for that matter. I had had a crush on Cathy most of my life. A friend of my mom's since before I was even born I had harbored ideals of affection for her since before girls possessed any appeal at all. To this day I find resemblances of her in other women I am attracted to. And there we were. Not quite three sheets to the wind from all the wine drank at the reception earlier, but we could feel it's blow from here. Being two of the only singles at the party under sixty and over eightteen we found each other's company and attention an unintended bright spot to an otherwise dull evening. Surprisingly so. When I later, after god knows how many toast to the bride and groom, attempted to excuse myself and beat a quiet retreat she stood from where we'd spent the majority of the night sequestered gave me a kiss on the cheek and said all the obligatory things you say to someone you haven't seen in few years and probably wouldn't see for a few more (or at least until one of the other kids get hitched) she paused. Her smile and the look in her eyes spoke volumes. Save me! Gallant as I am and knowing how busy mom would be with the details of her little girl's wedding there was no way I could consign her to a long night of my drunk relatives and bad DJing. An offer, an acceptance, and BANG! Somehow she's half nude on my bed and well on her way to being covered in baby oil. Whoever said going stag to weddings was no fun obviously never went to the right ones. "Well..." With one vowel she had me back at attention. "Yeah, um... well indeed." Schmuck. I loosened the cap and poured a dollop of oil into my palm rubbing it into the other vigorously to warm them before applying. I applied. She received. Both in silence. After five minutes that could have been five hours she stretched her arms out akimbo in front of her and arched like a stretching cat. I could feel the muscles of her back flex and relax under my touch. She was exquisite. In mid stretch she rose, just barely. Again I caught a slight glimpse of her breast, or at least the side of it, and for that nanosecond of a peep a not so subtle, not at all unfamiliar pressure stirred below my waist. Uh-oh. "Mmmmm..." she sighed and relaxed back down, arms still outstretched. "Think you could use a bit more oil? Want you to be able to rub hard." What're you kidding me? I flipped the cap and turned the bottle upside down in my hand completely forgetting that I'd not retightened the cap after the last use. In slow motion the little blue cap fell free. In slow motion baby oil poured from the bottle into and over my cupped palm splashing on and down the sides of her back. She let out a shriek and rolled to the side crossing her arms over her chest as she did. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry" was all I could stammer. I was too. To my obvious dismay his would surely be the end of this. To my dumbfounded surprise she was smiling. "You did that on purpose." she tried her best to scold. "I swear I didn't." I didn't. I reached for a towel as a dark stain slowly spread across the comforter. "This is going to stain." she gestured with her head. "Need a new one any way..." Lame. As I reached for the towel she rolled back to her stomach. "Well, if you were going to get a new one I don't see any reason to waste all this." She ran her right hand over her shoulder and down her arm. And I had girlfriends who said watching Caddyshack three dozen times would do nothing to help me in the real world. Thank you Chevy Chase. "I am so not into waste." I'm not. I did my best to rub the pools of slippery liquid around to as much of her body as I could reach. There was only one thing to do. Again the torpedoes be damned. "We're going to need a little more skin. I mean so's not to waste..." "Just so's there's no waste." she looked back and smirked. I was smitten and seven all over again. I was smitten and thirteen again. I was smitten and twenty-one again. I was smitten. She reached under herself and unbuttoned her slacks and lowered them to the mid point of her hips leaving her panties unaccosted, giving a little wiggle as she did. Tease. We continued in silence for a time. She moaned slightly as I worked the muscles in her lower back in increasingly larger circles, stopping each stroke just above her panty line. Without a word I slid my nearly shaking hands along her hips and underneath the elastic trim of her underwear easing them down as I did. She lifted her hips slightly, accommodating her undressing all the more. I was sure my erection would at any moment burst from my pants and put out an eye. To my relief, it didn't. Her panties joined her wool slacks in a bunch just below the curve of what appeared to be a delicious ass. "Good lord," I began before realizing I was speaking aloud "nice tan line!" "Oh, " she leaned back "this old thing?" she asked without the least bit of pretence. "Um... yeah, right..." I mocked sarcasm "'this old thing' whatever. You're ass is fabulous! Look at this thing." I gave a playful smack. She smiled despite her self and lay her head back down. My attempt at humor seemed to put her more at ease with lying in front of her best friend's son with her untanned ass exposed. The "old" reference, whether she realized in saying it or not, wasn't for a second lost on me. Bob had left three years ago in difference to the idea of him finally giving up smoking. Of course that he moved directly in with his twenty eight year old hair stylist should in no way constitute a vote of no-confidence in the Nicoderm patch. I'm sure the dumb bastard still smokes. Besides her ass was fabulous! On a whole Cathy had only gotten prettier as she got older. Not that I'd ever expect a woman to believe hearing that about themselves, I do mean it. "Really, though..." I trailed off grouping for the right words "you are beautiful, y'know?" Geek! Shut up! My hands continued a trail of their own. Without any warning she again rolled to her side, again crossing her arms over her breasts as she did. The entire split of a second is indelibly burnt into my mind. In the literal blink of an eye I completely drank her in. The sheen to her skin, the curve of her hip, the line from her stomach, the tone of her flesh where her bikini bottoms met the kiss of the sun and the lack of tan lines above her waist, which up until that moment I had failed to even note. Cathy tanning without a top..... good for her! "Why, Mr. Sly, " she toyed "are you trying to seduce me?" Answer, need answer, good answer, good funny answer. "Yes. Yes I am." Is it working? "It's working." Sweet. She reached up cupping the back of my neck with her fingers and pulled me to her. The first kiss was so subtle, so gentle if I'd been able to blink I'd have missed it. The second was met with more insistence from her now parted lips. The third through thousandth possessed no discernable beginning or end. We both tore at my clothes as if they were afire. Nearly were. My hands glided effortlessly over her body eliciting an occasional shudder. Her own hands fumbled with my belt and zipper. Once undone she slipped a hand down my stomach and underneath my unbuttoned trousers. It was my turn for a shudder or two as her warm fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. I kissed her neck working my way down her body and out of her grasp as I did. Plenty of that for her later, I assured my self. I paused at her breasts lavishing them with licks and kisses before making my way down her belly inching her pants the rest of the way down her thighs as I did. "You ok with this?" I looked up from between her legs. She looked down at me and grinned. "Shut up," and with that grabbed both sides of my head and pulled herself against me, letting out a long throaty groan. I savored the taste of her. I couldn't get enough of her in my mouth. I licked and teased her all the while giving liberty to my wandering hands. I had come to the conclusion that there was no part of this woman that I'd let go untouched. Though unvoiced, I think she was of like mind. My lips and mouth closed around her as I flicked my tongue in and out of her. Her hips moved in a rhythmic grind against my mouth. She was incredible. As cliche as it sounds; time lost all meaning. Her breathing labored as the maddening back and forth undulations crescendoed with her sighs and moans. Cathy let out a surprised sounding gasp and grabbed the side of my head, almost too tightly, and held herself in one position, arching herself off the surface of the bed. "Oh fuck..." she breathed, "right there, don't... ah-hhh, I'm gonna come..." and with eyes tightly closed, how could I not be watching, she came. I continued to lap hungrily at her sending her into convulsion after convulsion, only stopping when she'd practically begged me to. I lay there between her legs and watched her regain both breath and heady composure still tracing her figure with my hands. I could have stayed there forever. "Come here, " she commanded more than beckoned. I did. When were eye to eye she encompassed her mouth over mine letting her tongue run across my lips, tasting herself on me. In a flash she rolled me onto my back and pulled me free of my pants. My now rigid and straining erection slapped against my belly as she did. I had never more felt the need to be inside of a woman more in my life. An electric shock ran the length of my spine as her mouth ran the length of my shaft. She looked up in reply to my gasp. "I want to taste you, " she said almost shyly, almost embarrassed "I want you to come in my mouth, too. But right now I've never wanted anyone to be inside of me as much as I do right now..." Get the fuck out of here. It was my turn to pull her to me. Without a word she took me in her hand and rode back and forth against the tip of my cock and with a murmuring sigh settled atop me. My hands cupped her breast as she slid down the length of me. At this point I'd love to regale the dear reader with tales of my prowess and wow them with odes to Herculean stamina, but with in three dizzying pumps I was on the verge. "You have to get... off," I meekly warned "about to come." She didn't miss a stride continuing to ride me. "Come inside of me." She said, opening my eyes with her, not quite, request. "It's ok, I won't get... I want to feel you come inside of me..." her hand ran along my cheek and now determined, stepped up her thrusts. "Come." It was all the coaxing I needed. I exploded in throb after throb as she continued her ride. Once I could again breath, or at least be aware of breathing, the sensation of her body's motion moving me in and out of her proved too much and I pulled her off of me laying her at my side. She lay next to me satisfied in her ability to satisfy me so well. Like that would have been in doubt. Cathy left for home in sunny California three days after that. The majority of those three days were spent in collusion. How could we get away from everyone just long enough to..., where could we go that we'd find enough privacy to..., just what way haven't we gotten each other to... were all questions who's answers conveniently provided themselves. I reflect back to that weekend fondly and quite often to tell the truth. Not often do we get a chance to actually be with and actually please a lover we've dreamed of since adolescence. Hell, I never had at least. I will always love Cathy, probably more than most women that either have or will come into my life just for what it is she represents in both body, spirit and ideal. If I took anything from the experience it would have to be that no matter how imposing the target, sometimes those torpedoes just need to be damned. God, when is my brother finally going to get married!?! Friend of the Family "Mmmmm, that really feels good." Cathy sighed turning her head slightly as she did. "Mmmm, it's supposed to." I chimed back. That was it? That was the best I could come up with? After twenty some years practice and countless rubs on countless backs, this was still the best come back I could formulate? Cheesy, yes, only saving grace is that we were both right. After twenty some years practice I had become adapt at least in learning how to touch a woman, and the countless rubs had taught me just where. My thumbs traced the grooves on both sides of her spine radiating outwardly away in small semi circles every few inches. She'd pulled her t-shirt up to just under her arms leaving her shoulders covered. I stopped my kneading at her bra, lifting over it and continuing above. My fingers slid under the "tee" and rested on her lower neck. Her shirt bunched and strained against my forearms and I figured now or never, damn the torpedoes, and what the hell. Least that could happen; I'd look like a dick. I swallowed hard and let loose: "Y'know this may be a little easier going if we loose this," I winced, mustering all the confidence and false bravado within. She'd insist on leaving now, sorry this doesn't feel right, we'd better stop, yeah "loose this, my ass"... "I was thinking the same thing." She propped up to her elbows, head still down, thumbs securing each side and before my amazement to her reaction could set in, wiggled free of the confining cotton. Simple as that, she lay flat again. With slightly more nervous fingers I began working the left side of her shoulder and neck. I must admit to chill I got as my left pinkie slipped innocuously under the satiny white strap of her bra. "Don't think I'll be needing this either." she said from behind a mop of auburn locks, shocking me back from the momentary distraction. She reached behind herself with both hands. With deft precision and the subtle flick of a thumb the clasps of her brassier snapped away from each other. Again up on her elbows she let slip the straps from her shoulder, raising up from the bed only enough to let it slide out from under her as she tugged. The curve of her breast was barely visible from my vantage point, but it's a sight I'll never forget. "I was thinking the same thing." I managed to mutter, not quite on cue. Sure I was. "I'm sure you were." She craned her neck back and flashed a smile. So here we were. Cathy Holdon was naked from the top down receiving a massage I normally reserve for those I generally know, or at least wish to know, on a more... intimate level. Sprawled out on my bed. My bed! Nothing of the moment was lost on me. Or her, I'm sure, for that matter. I had had a crush on Cathy most of my life. A friend of my mom's since before I was even born I had harbored ideals of affection for her since before girls possessed any appeal at all. To this day I find resemblances of her in other women I am attracted to. And there we were. Not quite three sheets to the wind from all the wine drank at the reception earlier, but we could feel it's blow from here. Being two of the only singles at the party under sixty and over eighteen we found each other's company and attention an unintended bright spot to an otherwise dull evening. Surprisingly so. When I later, after god knows how many toast to the bride and groom, attempted to excuse myself and beat a quiet retreat she stood from where we'd spent the majority of the night sequestered gave me a kiss on the cheek and said all the obligatory things you say to someone you haven't seen in few years and probably wouldn't see for a few more (or at least until one of the other kids get hitched) she paused. Her smile and the look in her eyes spoke volumes. Save me! Gallant as I am and knowing how busy mom would be with the details of her little girl's wedding there was no way I could consign her to a long night of my drunk relatives and bad DJing. An offer, an acceptance, and BANG! Somehow she's half nude on my bed and well on her way to being covered in baby oil. Whoever said going stag to weddings was no fun obviously never went to the right ones. "Well..." With one vowel she had me back at attention. "Yeah, um... well indeed." Schmuck. I loosened the cap and poured a dollop of oil into my palm rubbing it into the other vigorously to warm them before applying. I applied. She received. Both in silence. After five minutes that could have been five hours she stretched her arms out akimbo in front of her and arched like a stretching cat. I could feel the muscles of her back flex and relax under my touch. She was exquisite. In mid stretch she rose, just barely. Again I caught a slight glimpse of her breast, or at least the side of it, and for that nanosecond of a peep a not so subtle, not at all unfamiliar pressure stirred below my waist. Uh-oh. "Mmmmm..." she sighed and relaxed back down, arms still outstretched. "Think you could use a bit more oil? Want you to be able to rub hard." What're you kidding me? I flipped the cap and turned the bottle upside down in my hand completely forgetting that I'd not retightened the cap after the last use. In slow motion the little blue cap fell free. In slow motion baby oil poured from the bottle into and over my cupped palm splashing on and down the sides of her back. She let out a shriek and rolled to the side crossing her arms over her chest as she did. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry" was all I could stammer. I was too. To my obvious dismay his would surely be the end of this. To my dumbfounded surprise she was smiling. "You did that on purpose." she tried her best to scold. "I swear I didn't." I didn't. I reached for a towel as a dark stain slowly spread across the comforter. "This is going to stain." she gestured with her head. "Need a new one any way..." Lame. As I reached for the towel she rolled back to her stomach. "Well, if you were going to get a new one I don't see any reason to waste all this." She ran her right hand over her shoulder and down her arm. And I had girlfriends who said watching Caddyshack three dozen times would do nothing to help me in the real world. Thank you Chevy Chase. "I am so not into waste." I'm not. I did my best to rub the pools of slippery liquid around to as much of her body as I could reach. There was only one thing to do. Again the torpedoes be damned. "We're going to need a little more skin. I mean so's not to waste..." "Just so's there's no waste." she looked back and smirked. I was smitten and seven all over again. I was smitten and thirteen again. I was smitten and twenty-one again. I was smitten. She reached under herself and unbuttoned her slacks and lowered them to the mid point of her hips leaving her panties unaccosted, giving a little wiggle as she did. Tease. We continued in silence for a time. She moaned slightly as I worked the muscles in her lower back in increasingly larger circles, stopping each stroke just above her panty line. Without a word I slid my nearly shaking hands along her hips and underneath the elastic trim of her underwear easing them down as I did. She lifted her hips slightly, accommodating her undressing all the more. I was sure my erection would at any moment burst from my pants and put out an eye. To my relief, it didn't. Her panties joined her wool slacks in a bunch just below the curve of what appeared to be a delicious ass. "Good lord," I began before realizing I was speaking aloud "nice tan line!" "Oh, " she leaned back "this old thing?" she asked without the least bit of pretence. "Um... yeah, right..." I mocked sarcasm "'this old thing' whatever. You're ass is fabulous! Look at this thing." I gave a playful smack. She smiled despite her self and lay her head back down. My attempt at humor seemed to put her more at ease with lying in front of her best friend's son with her untanned ass exposed. The "old" reference, whether she realized in saying it or not, wasn't for a second lost on me. Bob had left three years ago in difference to the idea of him finally giving up smoking. Of course that he moved directly in with his twenty eight year old hair stylist should in no way constitute a vote of no-confidence in the Nicoderm patch. I'm sure the dumb bastard still smokes. Besides her ass was fabulous! On a whole Cathy had only gotten prettier as she got older. Not that I'd ever expect a woman to believe hearing that about themselves, I do mean it. "Really, though..." I trailed off grouping for the right words "you are beautiful, y'know?" Geek! Shut up! My hands continued a trail of their own. Without any warning she again rolled to her side, again crossing her arms over her breasts as she did. The entire split of a second is indelibly burnt into my mind. In the literal blink of an eye I completely drank her in. The sheen to her skin, the curve of her hip, the line from her stomach, the tone of her flesh where her bikini bottoms met the kiss of the sun and the lack of tan lines above her waist, which up until that moment I had failed to even note. Cathy tanning without a top..... good for her! "Why, Mr. Sly, " she toyed "are you trying to seduce me?" Answer, need answer, good answer, good funny answer. "Yes. Yes I am." Is it working? "It's working." Sweet. She reached up cupping the back of my neck with her fingers and pulled me to her. The first kiss was so subtle, so gentle if I'd been able to blink I'd have missed it. The second was met with more insistence from her now parted lips. The third through thousandth possessed no discernable beginning or end. We both tore at my clothes as if they were afire. Nearly were. My hands glided effortlessly over her body eliciting an occasional shudder. Her own hands fumbled with my belt and zipper. Once undone she slipped a hand down my stomach and underneath my unbuttoned trousers. It was my turn for a shudder or two as her warm fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. I kissed her neck working my way down her body and out of her grasp as I did. Plenty of that for her later, I assured my self. I paused at her breasts lavishing them with licks and kisses before making my way down her belly inching her pants the rest of the way down her thighs as I did. "You ok with this?" I looked up from between her legs. She looked down at me and grinned. "Shut up," and with that grabbed both sides of my head and pulled herself against me, letting out a long throaty groan. I savored the taste of her. I couldn't get enough of her in my mouth. I licked and teased her all the while giving liberty to my wandering hands. I had come to the conclusion that there was no part of this woman that I'd let go untouched. Though unvoiced, I think she was of like mind. My lips and mouth closed around her as I flicked my tongue in and out of her. Her hips moved in a rhythmic grind against my mouth. She was incredible. As cliche as it sounds; time lost all meaning. Her breathing labored as the maddening back and forth undulations crescendoed with her sighs and moans. Cathy let out a surprised sounding gasp and grabbed the side of my head, almost too tightly, and held herself in one position, arching herself off the surface of the bed. "Oh fuck..." she breathed, "right there, don't... ah-hhh, I'm gonna come..." and with eyes tightly closed, how could I not be watching, she came. I continued to lap hungrily at her sending her into convulsion after convulsion, only stopping when she'd practically begged me to. I lay there between her legs and watched her regain both breath and heady composure still tracing her figure with my hands. I could have stayed there forever. "Come here, " she commanded more than beckoned. I did. When were eye to eye she encompassed her mouth over mine letting her tongue run across my lips, tasting herself on me. In a flash she rolled me onto my back and pulled me free of my pants. My now rigid and straining erection slapped against my belly as she did. I had never more felt the need to be inside of a woman more in my life. An electric shock ran the length of my spine as her mouth ran the length of my shaft. She looked up in reply to my gasp. "I want to taste you, " she said almost shyly, almost embarrassed "I want you to come in my mouth, too. But right now I've never wanted anyone to be inside of me as much as I do right now..." Get the fuck out of here. It was my turn to pull her to me. Without a word she took me in her hand and rode back and forth against the tip of my cock and with a murmuring sigh settled atop me. My hands cupped her breast as she slid down the length of me. At this point I'd love to regale the dear reader with tales of my prowess and wow them with odes to Herculean stamina, but with in three dizzying pumps I was on the verge. "You have to get... off," I meekly warned "about to come." She didn't miss a stride continuing to ride me. "Come inside of me." She said, opening my eyes with her, not quite, request. "It's ok, I won't get... I want to feel you come inside of me..." her hand ran along my cheek and now determined, stepped up her thrusts. "Come." It was all the coaxing I needed. I exploded in throb after throb as she continued her ride. Once I could again breath, or at least be aware of breathing, the sensation of her body's motion moving me in and out of her proved too much and I pulled her off of me laying her at my side. She lay next to me satisfied in her ability to satisfy me so well. Like that would have been in doubt. Cathy left for home in sunny California three days after that. The majority of those three days were spent in collusion. How could we get away from everyone just long enough to..., where could we go that we'd find enough privacy to..., just what way haven't we gotten each other to... were all questions who's answers conveniently provided themselves. I reflect back to that weekend fondly and quite often to tell the truth. Not often do we get a chance to actually be with and actually please a lover we've dreamed of since adolescence. Hell, I never had at least. I will always love Cathy, probably more than most women that either have or will come into my life just for what it is she represents in both body, spirit and ideal. If I took anything from the experience it would have to be that no matter how imposing the target, sometimes those torpedoes just need to be damned. God, when is my brother finally going to get married!?! Friend of the Family Alan's mother, Nora, had retired to a gated community to golf away her twilight years. Her comfortable home was across the street from Jim and Sally. They had been so nice to Nora when she moved in, shortly after the death of her husband, Alan's dad. Jim was a retired banker who married late in life. He was in his late 70's now, while Sally was in her early 50's. He was a tall slim southern gentleman. She was a short bubbly blonde who was aging gracefully. She stayed active enough to look a few years younger than she was. She was devoted to Jim. Alan visited his mother a couple of times a year. She usually had a list of chores for him that she had saved up since his last visit. At 45 Alan still felt a son's obligation to work around the house for his mom. And she was always so grateful. A time or two she had asked him to go across the street to help Jim with some heavy lifting or other task that needed a young man's strength. Alan had noticed Sally always stood by keeping an eye so that Jim didn't overdo it, he assumed. So it was no surprise when Nora asked Alan to go across the street to help out Sally with some chore or other. Sally greeted Alan warmly and invited him in. She had a few boxes of Christmas ornaments to be moved to an upstairs storage room. Alan moved the boxes in a few minutes. Sally insisted that he stay for some coffee. As he sat at the kitchen table and watched Sally prepare the coffee, for the first time in many years of knowing her, he began to see her as a woman, and not just his mother's neighbor. She wore a baggy sweatsuit, but as she moved, bending down to get the mugs, stretching up to get the coffee, Alan could tell that Sally had a nice shape. He smiled to himself when he saw her large breasts sway beneath the bulk sweatshirt. She was no wasp-waisted supermodel, but she had a shapely form that seemed built for comfort. Sally had a cheery, smiling manner and easily made light chit-chat as she prepared the coffee, balancing questions about Alan's recent separation with details of how Jim's health had been in decline recently. In fact, she said, he was in the hospital at that time for an overnight treatment, which he required more and more these days. Alan couldn't help but wonder whether this vital woman still had 'needs' and how long it must have been since Jim was able to fulfill those 'needs'. As Sally finally sat down with the coffee service for two, she might have been reading his mind. She started reflecting on the age gap between her husband and herself. It had been romantic for a young lady to capture the heart of a mature successful man. She had enjoyed Jim's polite, courtly manners and the lifestyle he provided was luxurious. Jim had been a romantic, if busy man. As time went on, he became busier and had less time for Sally. When retirement came, Jim was in decline physically and still seemed to find so much to do besides being there for his wife. For her part, Sally had reconciled herself that she could live on his affection, if not physical presence, and busied herself with the house and entertaining and golf. As she spoke, Alan couldn't help but 'connect the dots'. Here he was, alone and available. His social life had not exactly taken off when his wife left. And here was a woman he realized was attractive and practically begging for a man's touch. Surely, this was all in his mind. His horniness must be overriding his common sense. This was a friend of his mother, maybe ten years older than he. And she was married to a nice old guy who Alan knew and liked. He thought that it was probably for the best to let this opportunity, if that's what it was, pass. He smiled and nodded politely as Sally talked. When the coffee was gone, Alan excused himself and stood to leave. As Sally walked him to the door, she suddenly remembered one more thing she needed Alan to do for her upstairs. He followed her undulating rear up the stairs. She led him into the bedroom and Alan felt like he was going to have to say something about respecting Jim too much to do anything. Before he could, Sally showed him a pile of shoeboxes and asked him to move them to a high shelf in her closet. Alan obliged. Sally disappeared for a minute and then reappeared, now wrapped in a sheer kimono-style wrap. She lay on the bed and looked up at Alan. As he turned from the putting the last box in the closet he saw Sally reclined on the bed against large pillows. Her legs were exposed and looked soft, creamy smooth and inviting. Sally big breasts were visible through the sheer fabric. Alan could see large dark circles capping each mound. Sally patted the space next to her. Alan froze. The moment seemed to last forever. Sally ran a finger down her front, parting the wrap, revealing much of her breasts and a neatly trimmed pubic mound. Alan was still frozen. Sally wondered if she had made a fool of herself. Not knowing what Alan's response would be, she decided that she needed to do something. She began to finger herself. Her eyes were locked on the stunned Alan. Alan's eyes were focused on her two fingers rubbing small circles at the base of the little patch of downy brown hair. His eyes widened. Sally needed to cum and at this point she had stopped caring what would follow her release. She continued to consume Alan with her eyes and pushed a finger inside her pussy. Alan had never seen a woman masturbate. His ex had never been too sexual and what sexlife they used to have was always quick, quiet and in the dark. He was just paralyzed with indecision. She had gone past a point of no return. Should he? He couldn't think. It was animal instinct that controlled him. He found himself rubbing the hard lump in his jeans openly. When he saw Sally's smile at this, he unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out. He stroked it slowly. Finally Sally broke the silence. "Alan, I know this feels strange. But Jim hasn't been able to make love to me in years. He used to ask me to leave him to find a younger man. He told me to find someone but not to tell him. He knows I have needs. He even suggested I seduce you, but I guess I didn't succeed at that. Alan, it's been so long since I felt what I need. I need a man's touch; I need to service a man's needs. Please take me and use me, make love to me, fuck me, hurt me, anything you want, but please come here." Alan could feel her need add to his own. He was drawn to her side. Standing beside the bed, his big cock straining, Alan was in a trance. Sally stared at his hardon as if she had never seen one. "Ooo, so hard." He felt her breath on his stiffness. Her hand encircled it softly, slowly, as in a dream. She stroked it gently at first, and then, as the heat inside her rose, more purposefully. Sally looked up at Alan with a loving smile. She undid his jeans and pushed them to the floor. Returning to his cock she stroked it with both hands. She shivered each time her hand made contact with his warm stiff meat. She pulled his boxer shorts down and he stepped out of them. Alan slipped off his shirt and stood before his mother's friend naked and hard. Sally's wrap had all but slipped off as she undressed Alan. "Get this off," Alan heard himself say. Sally immediately complied, smiling up at him. She raised herself up pushing forward her big boobs and sucking in her stomach. She looked so much better naked than she did in that sweatsuit or any of her other clothes. Alan cupped each big breast in turn, weighing and squeezing each one. Her nearly white skin contrasted the deep dark ruby red of her aureole and small, stiff nipples. Sally returned to her worship of his cock. She caressed its length and stroked it. It was as if she had never seen a cock before. They both would have been happy to let her stroke him to completion, but years of neglect and need were driving them now. She wanted to ask if she could suck it and he was about to tell her to suck it, when she just moved her lips to the head and slowly, gently engulfed it. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive knob. This was something she hadn't done in many years. Jim was not a fan of oral sex. But in her younger days Sally had kept her virginity by becoming a blow job specialist. And she seemed to feel inside herself a sympathetic pleasure to the one she was giving Alan. She knew she could cum just from this. Alan knew he could too, but he was so turned on and so hard that his cock felt almost numb. He could feel all Sally was doing, but he didn't feel that rush to climax. "Deep," he heard himself say. Sally shivered again. She took her mouth from his manhood and looked up at the dazed Alan. She smiled so sweetly, as if her dearest wish had finally been granted. A devilish tinkle appeared in her eyes. She took his cock into her mouth and slowly slid her lips down, down, down to the base. The sensations flooded over her. It had been so long since her throat had felt full, since she had to suppress her gag reflex. She could feel the hardness throbbing in her tight throat. Her mouth watered and she began to suck and pump slowly up and down on him. Alan had never had a woman so much in heat before. Like most men he had always had to beg and plead for the quick wham-bam once a week. And here was a sexy mature woman who had long-neglected skills and a long suppressed desire. Alan gazed down at Sally as she slowly, masterfully worked her mouth and throat up and down his shaft, twisting and pausing to let her tongue work the length and even to push out and tickle his heavy balls. She would pull off the hardon and look at it in wonder, thick strand of clear saliva dripping from it and her lips. Her chin was covered by this sexy drool. Again she plunged all the way down on it. Alan was suddenly possessed to firmly grab Sally's head and hold it still, with his cock still buried as deep as it could be down her throat. He then pumped his hips in a series of rapid thrusts. Each thrust elicited a gurgling gasp from Sally. Her eyes watered but she was in ecstacy. She realized a warm feeling was building deep inside her. As Alan released his grip on her head and Sally began pumping it in long slow strokes, partially gagging herself with each penetration. A sudden wave of pleasure consumed her and shook her bodily. She forced her mouth all the way down on him and screamed a muffled cry around his cock as she came harder than she had in years. Alan feared she would hurt herself and pulled out part ways. Sally was still moaning and shaking as Alan nudged her over on the bed to make room for him. He hugged her from behind, his hands finding their way to Sally's big tits. He squeezed them gently and then, hearing her sigh of approval, began to treat them more roughly. Finally, he was mauling her large soft mounds. As he did he rubbed his hardon along her pussy crease from behind. Her hand guided him home. He could feel the volcanic warmth and wetness. She was tight but yielding. He held her close that way for a long time. She felt his strong arms enwrapping her and his big hands kneading her mams. And her pussy just undulated and rippled and massaged his length. The smallest movements that each of them made sent waves of pleasure through the other. Slowly, he began to stroke in and out, rocking and driving Sally against her large pillow. She felt her passion rise again and turned her face into the pillow to scream out her joy. Her orgasm drenched Alan's cock. He felt his nuts tightening. He had a load that would not wait much longer. He lifted Sally and himself up to where she was on her hands and knees with him kneeling behind her, without withdrawing entirely from her tight snatch. She couldn't remember the last time she had been taken from behind. Like a dog, she thought. Like a bitch in heat. She barked and moaned and shrieked like a banshee. Sally didn't just kneel there and let Alan pump her. She fucked back at him as ferociously as he thrust in. Her hips twisted and flexed. Her pussy gripped and released him. Alan saw Sally's big round jugs swaying as they hung down from her chest. He cupped them roughly. He pinched her big nips and twisted them. She was a fucktoy to him now. Any thought of who Sally was to his mother or of Jim in the hospital was a million miles away. This was two animals instinctively fucking for pleasure. Alan drove in balls deep. Sally arched her back and screamed his name. His hands grabbed her hips and he pumped her slapping against her fine round ass with each thrust. Sally's breathing came in gasps and grunts. Alan felt his climax approaching. The sensations were just mind-blowing. Sally's firm ass slapping noisily against Alan's thighs, the weighty fullness of her big milkbags sloshing in his hands, the wet velvet vice of her cunt gripping, squeezing and pumping him, the smell of her juices filled the air. He was almost there. Instinctively, Sally reached down underneath, between her legs and cupped Alan's cum-heavy balls. She felt their heft and carefully rolled each nut in her fingers. Alan growled his enjoyment. Sally stretched her hand back further and a wet finger found his anus. Alan had passed the point of no return. A couple of long hard deep glory strokes and he could feel his balls and cock erupting. Sally lunged forward off of the stiffness impaling her, whirled around started jacking his cock with both hands. She looked up at him with a Mona Lisa smile. Alan was in another world. She knew just what to do. "Blow your big cumload on me, baby. Shoot your wad all over me. Make me your cumwhore." With that she deepthroated him with a gurgle and as she pulled off, he erupted. Sally stroked his spurting cock with both hands. She smiled as huge blasts of thick white spunk blasted onto her face. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She wanted to eat his cum. She wanted him to see her eating it. She wanted him to mark her with his mess. She reached down with one hand to squeeze his balls as if to greedily wring the last drop of jism from them. She continued to pump his cock until his moans and bodily shaking subsided. Alan collapsed on the bed next to her. Sally looked down at him as she used her index finger to scoop up and push the globs of cum clinging to her face, to her mouth to eat them. Some had dripped down onto her sizable boobs. Sally made sure Alan was watching as she sucked his cum from one of her stiff nipples. Cum still glistened from her face and chest as Sally kissed Alan deeply. He tasted his salty cum on her lips. Sally lovingly kissed her way down to his still large, but softening cock. She gently licked and sucked it clean. She lay in his arms for a long time, telling him how incredible she felt and how long she had dreamed of what they had just done. She was concerned Alan would think less of her. She needn't have worried. Then she confessed that she had other dreams that she wanted Alan to help her fulfill. There were dirty, nasty, things she longed to try, things she had almost given up hope of ever feeling. Alan told her he would be there for her, whatever her desire. Friend of the Family Lane It was her. I was sure. My heart was sure. My body was sure, oh yeah, my cock definitely sure. I'd been jacking off to thoughts of her since before I knew what jacking off was. I haven't seen her in almost fifteen years when she moved out to California. Lorelei Rausch, still beautiful still worth a jack off or two. She still stood about 5'8", but then I only came up to her waist, now my chin would rest nicely on the top of her head if we were to be hugging. I'd have to tuck in to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her. Her figure was full, mostly tits and ass. Her deep red hair had lightened with age, and sported a gray streak flowing back from the widow peak, which kind of had a Bonnie Raitt flair. All this time and now she was going to serve me coffee. "What can I get you, little man." She asked with a bright smile. Every guy in the house loved that smile, my mother always hated that smile. 'Your tits in my mouth' I thought, but I said, "Extra large American, black." I shifted my text book over my growing cock. "Not many like you!" she said with a little drawl as she ground my beans. "What?" I surprised hear it. I knew that drawl, Flo Rence, a role playing character she brought out to flirt when digging for information. Was she flirting with me? "Most guys take longer giving their orders than it takes me to make it." she said. "Yeah, what can I say, I'm a simple guy." I tried to sound cool. "Not so simple from the looks of the book." She pointed at book covering my crotch, "Advance Econ, Haskins?" "Yeah, the undergrad version." I lifted it a bit, but not to far, "I didn't mean stupid simple. I just know what I like." "Ah, sweetie, nothing is stupid about a big boy like you, I was just makin' some jaw." If she had gum in her mouth it would have snapped. It was pure Flo, and would have had my Uncle Rolly and dad rolling on the floor. I smirked as she handed me my coffee. "Thanks Flo, see you later." I said in best trucker voice, turned and walked away. I knew she was staring at my ass. Lorelei It was a busy time on the floor. Customers were lined up six deep at all four station. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. No, just one of the many college boys that hung out here at the Brew and Stew, a coffee shop that wasn't Starbucks. He's tall, a head taller than my five eight, that's what six-six or eight. Even in heels I'd have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He's a school boy, girl, behave. But he's tall, I like them tall. Nice long legs, bet he's got cute knees, too. What can I say I have a thing for knees and shoulders. Man in kilt, cute knees just peaking out I get wet. He looks so familiar. Maybe he's been in before. No, I would have remembered those come fuck me eyes. Behave, Lorelei, maybe he can introduce you to his dad or maybe an uncle, they'd be more your age. He's next, what do I do? Got it, pull out Flo Rence, a character from my gaming days. "Hi, what can I get you, little man" I don't chew gum, it's a nasty habit, but Flo chewed and snapped. "Extra large American, black." A man after my own heart. Plain black coffee. "Not many like you." I laid Flo on real thick. "What can I say, I'm a simple man." No so simple, the text book he held in front of him was Haskins' Advance Econ. One of the college's hardest classes. Mary Merry, one of my workers, was taking the class and doing nothing but complaining about it. "I'm not stupid, just know what I like." he said flatly, but in my head I heard 'And I like you." My heart did a flutter. "Aww, shucks sweetie, nothing stupid about you. I was just making a little jaw." I handed him his coffee. He took it with a little smile. Damn, I know I should know him from some where. He gave me exact change and said, "Thanks Flo, see ya later." He turned and left. My jaw dropped. I tried to say something snippy, but nothing came. I couldn't think. Who the hell was this kid? Nice shoulders and a very nice ass but who was he to call me Flo? Maybe, Mary Merry would know, they were in the same class. But she didn't start that day until after my shift. Oh well, I could find some paperwork to hang in the office till she came in. "Hey, what you doing here, boss?" Mary Merry asked when she she saw me sitting at the desk. She was a cute little goth elf, just barely over five feet in her Docs. Short, spiky red hair bleached bright yellow at the ends, she looked like her head was on fire. Pale make up, heavy black liner and multiple piercings and tats she didn't mind showing off. "Mary Merry, quite contrary how does your classes go?" An old personal joke. "I'm just doing some book work. I could leave for you if you want, you're the one taking advance econ, right. "Econ, not accounting," She pulled off her shirt, like I said she had no trouble showing off. "How's it going?" "Better, I joined a study group," She slipped on a bra and her Brew and Stew button down from her locker. "I had one of your class mates in today. Really tall guy, medium brown hair and ..." "Come, fuck me eyes?" she said as her own eyes brightened. "I don't know if I'd put it that way, but yeah." Yes, I know that's exactly what I said, but I wasn't going t o tell Mary Merry that. "Cuz you're such a fucking prude sometimes, boss." I stuck my tongue out at her. "I know him, Lane" "Pollaski" We said at the same time, her out loud and me under my breath. He did have both a father and and uncle to introduce me to, but been there done that, sometimes at the same time. "Everyone in the class is lusting after him, but he has no clue. He's so polite and nice, some of the guys were saying he was gay, but Joe made a play for him and nothing. Hell, the Pope would put out for Joe. I gotta get out there," She pointed to the floor, "You OK?" I shook off my shock and said, "Yeah, not off with you wench or I might have to whip that little ass of yours." "Yes, please." She said wiggling her ass as she left. Lane Pollaski, no wonder he looked familiar, no wonder he called me Flo. He was the one to name my sassy southern character. I played D&D with his dad, Del and his uncle, Rolly. Rolly was DM and often was in need of a female character to pass on information to the adventurers. Flo evolved as serving wench- shop keeper but never had a name until Lane gave her one. Most nights Lane hung out in the living room watching old reruns as we gamed in the dining room. He couldn't have more than seven at the time. It was getting near his bed time and he came in to watch the grown ups. He would often climb on to my lap for a cuddle. It annoyed his mother. I didn't mind because it annoyed his mother. But that night she had been at work. He laughed when he saw the sassy serving wench and said "She's like Flo from Alice" and so she was named. So when my turn was up I told Del I'd put Lane down so he could game. Del thanked me with a hug. As we went up the stairs and got ready for bed we talked about Flo. Instead of Charlotte's Web that night we rolled up Flo Rence's character sheet. She was a drop in non playing character. Every time she was needed Lane would greet me at the door with a stick of gum and my instructions from Rolly. I think Rolly and Lane had fun dropping Flo in so the could hear me say "Kiss my grits!" like Flo did on Alice. I hadn't seen any of the Pollaski boys in almost fifteen years. I dated Rolly, we even talked about getting married, but then a job came up in California. Rolly died a couple years back. I sent flower and called Del. He had divorced what's her name and took custody of the two boys, Lane and Win. I had never met Win. What's her names desperate attempt to save a marriage that was never meant to be. Talking to Del I promised to hook up with him when I came back to town. I had been back for six months now and I hadn't called him. Lane It was unbelievably slow at the Brew and Stew. Only two stations opened. I didn't see her there. Mixed reaction. I really wanted to see here, but it might be easier this way. "Morning, Mary Merry." "Hey Lane!." she smiled, "Extra large American, black right?" "No, I think I'll have a peppermint chia." I looked over the pastry case and ordered a chocolate biscotti also. This was really different for me, but Mary Merry took it in stride and continued to flirt with me. As I waited for my change I finally asked, "Is your manager in?" "No, Lorelei is doing a bank run. She'll be back in a few. Looking for a job Lane?" "No, I just remembered she used know my family and I wanted to say hi properly. I wasn't really with it when I was last here." "Yeah, she said you were here." "She knew me?" "No, she asked. When I said your first name, she said your last. I don't think I supposed to hear it but," she stopped. "But what?" I prodded. "You can't tell her I said this, but it was like she was having a mini orgasm. You know: 'Pol-laski'," I almost laughed at her as I remembered hearing her and Uncle Rolly a couple times. Now, that I'm twenty I can honestly say that when Lorelei said my uncle's full name "Ro-Land Pol-laski" she was getting off big. "I've never seen her face that loose. I think she might like you." Mary Merry said. "Really, well I might wait for her then." I drank my Chai and read over the letter I had written her. Mary Merry went back to her station. It was about five minutes later when I knew she would either meet the invitation, or just avoid me. I looked up and saw her coming down the street. No, it had to be Tuesday, not that day. "Mary Merry, I can't stay any longer. Can you give this to Lorelei the minute she comes in?" I shoved the envelope into her hand and bound for the back alley entrance. Lorelei My dearest Lorelei, When I saw you other day my heart stopped. I couldn't believe you were back in town. The last time I saw you was at the airport. You hugged my Dad and Uncle Rolly. All three of you had been trying to be brave, but by the time you pulled away from them all three of you had tears rolling down your faces. Then you bent to me and smiled. I wiped a tear from your face. I didn't want to see you cry. You kissed me on each cheek and said, "Be cool, little man." And then you were gone. I was almost nine and my heart was breaking. For years I thought about you. I'd get hard thinking about you. I've had three women in my life, all were just pass troughs' because they looked like you, or laughed like you. The last one was a little scary, but after I decided I wait for you because Rolly said you would be back. OK, I can see your eyes crossing and head lolling about as though you think I'm crazy. Read the letter- accept my offer and you can tell me I'm crazy. About six months before Rolly died he took me for a picnic at Wizard Hat. It was a hard slow climb. He didn't talk much. I told him maybe we should eat at the lower level. He said no, because what we needed to talk about would be more appropriate at the peak. When we got there. He started to tell me about the one he let get away. You. He told me about making love to you the first time at Wizard Hat, in the warming house in the middle of January. Then about a summer night when my Dad was going through shit with my mom and how you both helped him out. About the little heart shape mole one inch above and two and a quarter inch to the of your ass crack, which is a hot spot for you. Now, don't think Rolly was losing it, he never lost it. No, he was telling me this because one day he caught me jacking off looking at a picture of you at Star-Con. He was hurt that you hadn't called in all your years in California, but then he didn't call you either. He said "In couple years she'll be back, she will have found what she was looking for, or maybe she'd realize it was here at home all this time. Lane, she is part of our family, you know that don't you?" I could only agree. "When she gets back I'll be dead, your dad will be too busy, cause that's how he deals with stuff, and you will be ready. She'll fight you all the way, because it's not proper. Don't give into her proprieties, I did and it's about my only regret with this life. Love her, Lane, she needs a Pollaski man in her life." When I came into the Brew N Stew and there you were and I could only think 'love her, Lane'. I do, I always have. Don't freak. Don't run away. I know our age difference may be a challenge, but love knows nothing about age. Lorelei, I am a consenting adult. I'm no longer a little man, but I am willing to be your little man. I'm going to pack a lunch on Tuesday and take it up to the peak of Wizard's Hat. I hope you will join me, for conversation, a bite to eat and whatever else you can think of. I remember how your mind works and I'm smiling from ear to ear. Love always, Lane PS- forgive the gum- a papa bird told me you never like to chew gum, but I noticed that Flo didn't have any the other day when we talked. I wiped the tears from my face. I wondered if he knew how much this was like both his father and his uncle. I still had the letter Del had written to me asking me to him get on with his sexual life. And the two binders filled with erotic writings from Rolly, which always came in the mail on Tuesday. He thought the age was going to be a problem. It wasn't, my last serious, Kip, had been twelve years younger than myself, what was another four on that? "Hey, why the tears?" Mary Merry came into the office/lounge. Her shift was over. "Did Lane writing a complaint. Should I cut him off at the knees." She did a lousy kung-fu kick and showed off her muscle. "No," I had to laugh, "He's asked me out." "He put it in writing?" "Yeah and it's beautiful." I wiped my eyes. "It's sweet, but kind of pathetic too." She pulled her t shirt and sweater form her locker and started to change, "I never knew Mr. Got-it-together was so twisted. I kind like him more." "Yes, you do have a tendency to date twisted boys, but Lane isn't a boy." "Yeah, I know, he's all man." She came over and gave me hug. "So, you're going right?" "Yeah, I don't think I can turn him down and live with myself." "When? Where? And whatcha gonna wear?" "Tuesday afternoon, you want the hours." "You're off on Tuesdays." She said indignantly, "Besides I want to watch." She had been trying to watch me making love since we had met five months ago. "Sweetie, love you to death, but no." Mary Merry swore she wasn't gay and had no interest in us having sex, but she just liked to watch. "I'm not telling you where, but is special. You can help me figure out what to wear." "I got to know where, before know what to wear." "Outdoors picnic." I hoped it was enough, but I doubted it. "Fucking in the woods, great, he'd never see me." "No one said anything about fucking," I frowned at her, "And no you don't get to watch me and Lane make love, ever." "Ever is a long time" She pouted, but as I sat down next to her she got over it. "Will you be walking?" I nodded. "No panties?" I shook my head. "I know your blue gingham dress. Very Dorothy Gale, but smutty." "How do you know about my blue gingham dress?" I hadn't worn that since leaving California. "Those picture of you and Kit you brought in. You remember, the where he hugging your tits under the bodice." "No," I blushed. I really needed to go through my pictures. "That's for Kit, not Lane. I'm thinking something casual, kind of Katherine Hepburny." "Nah, you're more Mae West than Kate." "Fitted bodice sequins and a big hat?" "If he were Joe." She said thinking really hard, " I know, that one you wore to the company picnic. The red flowing skirt and tank with the blue bolero jacket. Very understated, but not far from come and get it." I slugged her but said, "You're right. I can walk in it, but it's kind of easy access for those big hands of his." "And we know what they say about men with large hands." She raised and lowered her eyebrows "Big gloves." I said wiggling my fingers at her. "Yeah, right." she laughed. Wizard Hat was perfect. It had special meaning for Lorelei, and I had to hope I could add to that special meaning. She and Rolly had their first encounter in the warming house on a cold Tuesday in December. Then she took my Dad while hiking one of the trails. Or so I was told by Rolly. I checked everything at the Temple. It was said if you came up here on a seasonal solstice you could find a bunch of Wiccans in a glorious fuck fest or on any weekend you could find teens drinking, fighting and fucking. On a Tuesday during the day it was empty, especially since it was the middle of October. The early frost I didn't see him or anyone as I came over the rise from the parking lot. It was a Tuesday on the middle of October. The play ground was empty even the picnic tables. Friend of the Family Don Strong wasn't really my uncle, even though my folks had told me long ago that I could call him Uncle Don. What his actual relationship was with my family was unclear to me back in 1969, the time that the events in this story took place, and since everybody that would know all the details is dead now, I guess that's it's a mystery that will remain so forever. This story involves me doing something I shouldn't have been doing, and the resulting consequences of my actions. It was a dreary Saturday morning in April, when it was too wet and cold to go outside, and I was bored. ******* Chapter One: Snooping. Forty years later, and I still remember just about everything that I did on that day. I had just taken a shower, and after drying off I had put on my robe and was walking down the hall to my bedroom, enjoying the rarity of having the house to myself. My folks had taken off, heading to Montgomery Ward where they would probably be spending the day window shopping. I had politely declined their offer to tag along, but judging by the silence in the house, my Uncle Don went with them. He wasn't really my uncle, just a friend of the family I guess, but to me he was just a pain because his only redeeming quality was his ability to burp louder than anybody in the world. I guess my folks liked him around, because he was at our house all the time, or at least every other weekend. When I was young my parents had me call him Uncle Don, and it stuck over the years. Don was a tall and skinny guy with grey hair that he wore in a brush cut, and his arms were covered with tattoos which were mostly hidden by the billowing white hair that coated them. Uncle Don and my folks would play cards and drink beer at the kitchen table until all hours of the morning on the weekends he visited. For some reason that Saturday morning I went down to the end of the hall, which was where the spare bedroom was. We called it a spare bedroom but it was pretty much Don's, and what I think I was really going in there for was to see if he had a pack of cigarettes around so I could steal one. He smoked Pall Mall's, nasty unfiltered cigarettes that I hated, but any port in a storm. To be honest, I didn't even like to smoke, but did it back then on occasion when I was with my friends so I would look as cool as them. It was a habit I never really developed and dropped completely soon after this, but anyway, that was why I was in Uncle Don's room. I didn't see any cigarettes laying around, and wasn't planning on snooping through his stuff or anything to try and find one, but something caught my eye when I went past the night stand so I stopped to see what it was. That was my first mistake. ****** Chapter Two: First exposure. The title of the paperback was 'Sailor's Shore Leave' and it was a bit larger than the standard paperbacks of the day, a precursor of the trade soft-covers of this era. The cover had a guy in a goofy looking sailor's cap with his arm around another guy. When I opened it up, I was stunned at what was inside. There was very little story, only a sentence or two every few pages, but what there was were pictures. A whole lot of pictures; grainy black and white photos that showed the two guys on the cover and how they spent their day. They started out with their clothes on, but after a few pages the clothes were history, except for that goofy sailor's cap the one guy wore, but even that disappeared after a while. I wasn't completely naive, but this was 1969, mind you, long before the Internet, VCRs and everything else. I was 18, but I think that today there are kids half as old who know a lot more about sex than I did. The first few pictures of the guy doing things to each other, I understood. I had done these same things with my friend Tom. We had played with each other's dicks plenty of times, and as I looked at the guys I wondered whether I would dare show this book to Tommy, since the guys were a lot like we were. The guy in the sailor's cap had a short fat cock like Tom, while the other guy had a pretty big one like me. As I continued flipping the pages, the guys started doing a lot more than jerking each other off though, and soon they were doing things to each other that I had only heard about - graphic and disgusting things that offended me so that I had to hold the book with one hand while my other hand went between the folds of my robe. I was just about to take this book back to my own robe so I could get myself comfortable and jerk off once or twice with these pictures as inspiration - or probably spend the whole day whacking off - when the floorboards squeaked behind me. I was just about to shoo my cat Walter out of the room when I realized that it wasn't Walter behind me. It was Uncle Don. ******** Chapter Three: The jig is up. "Getting an eyeful, Skipper?" Don asked, his raspy voice echoing in the tiny room. "Uh - sorry," I said, setting the book back on the night stand, or at least trying to. I picked it up off the floor and set it back where I had found it, but when I straightened up Don's long, bony hand was on the back of my neck. "Going through my stuff, huh?" "No," I said, which sounded as stupid then as it does now. "Then what the hell ARE you doing?" Don wanted to know, the grip on my neck tightening. "Just - uh - looking for a cigarette," I said. "Then you WERE going through my stuff," Don correctly concluded. "Ever hear of asking?" "I thought you went to Monkey Wards with my parents," I said, calling the store by the name my folks used around the house. "Your old man is getting his brakes done, so he'll be stuck there with your mom all day. Lucky I didn't go, or else who knows what you would have done," Don said. "Probably would have shot your spunk all over my things." "No - I was going to take the book to my room," I whined. "I was going to bring it back. Honest." "With the pictures all stuck together, I reckon," Don sneered, and as he tried to look over my shoulder in the area my hand was now hiding, he added, "You like what you saw in that book?" "No," said with as much indignity as I could muster. "It's gross." "I'll bet you and your friend - that husky redheaded guy that's always hanging around here - could make a book like that," Don suggested, his grip turning into more of a rough kneading of my neck. "I figure him for a bottom. That right?" "Huh?" I asked, not having a clue as to what he was talking about. "When you two fuck, I'm betting that he's on the receiving end," Don explained. "What? We don't do anything - or even know anything about the stuff in that book," I protested, but even though I was being honest, having been caught in a couple of lies already, the truth was not going to set me free. "What's your father going to say when he gets home and I tell him about what I caught you doing?" Don said caustically. "You can't tell him this," I pleaded. "And your mother?" Don sneered. "I can picture her reaction." "Please!" I begged, thinking about what a living hell this house would become. "You can't. My life will be ruined." "Okay, I won't tell them," Don said, lightening the hold he had on my neck. "Thank you," I gasped, my neck sore but I was so grateful to him that I swore I would never make faces at him behind his back again. "Time we got to know each other a little better anyway, Paul," Don said, and as he spoke I felt his hand come off of my neck and slide down the sleeve of my robe. "Oh! Uncle Don?" I gasped when Don's hand reached around and inside the opening of my robe, grabbing my now-flaccid cock and giving it a series of long, slow pulls. "Hefty hunk of meat you've got on you there, Paul," Don whispered in my ear as he leaned over me to look down at what he was holding, and when my eyes went down, the sight of Don's long, bony fingers wrapped around my cock was so unreal I was at a loss for words. "Now get that robe off," Don said, releasing me from his grip and moving over to the door, which he closed and locked before turning to face me. ****** Chapter Four: The unveiling. Don repeated his words, which was not a suggestion but more of a command, and stood there by the door with his arms folded, waiting for me to comply. "I can't," I whimpered as I held my robe together. "I'm naked underneath." "No shit," Don said. "Take it off, unless you prefer I have a talk with your folks." I had some major self-esteem issues concerning my body back in those days, and not without reason. At 18 I was a year away from getting a little involved in weight lifting, and while my 5'10" frame wasn't obese, in would be fair to say that I was a bit soft. Thankfully, the rest of me was alright. After what seemed like the worst case of delayed puberty on the planet, things finally started to happen and when they did, they did in a good way. I found out that I was pretty well hung, or at least I was according to Tom when we began to get together. When I asked Tom how he knew that, he clammed up, and that was my first inkling that there was a lot about Tommy I didn't know. I would eventually discover that while Tom was my one and only jack-off buddy at the time, the same could not be said of him. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Don said. "Maybe you want to be forced into it. Would that make it alright in your mind? Let you feel like you really didn't want to do it, but I made you. Is that it?" The robe came off, and I admit now that perhaps there was a part of me that wanted to show Don my body, but the setting wasn't like I wanted it to be. I stood naked, trembling and terrified as this guy I had known all of my life looked me over with a grin that made him seem like a wolf. "You used to run around the house naked all the time when you were a little fella," Don said, his eyes fixated on my crotch. "I like the way you look now a whole lot better." "Pull on it - like you were when I caught you looking at the book," Don said, and when I hesitated he offered me the book to look at for inspiration. I shook my head and closed my eyes, wanting for this humiliation to be over. My hand went to my dick, and I began pulling on it in an effort to get hard. Despite the situation, I felt myself getting erect, and when I finally got hard I opened my eyes. Don had taken his shirt off and was lifting the wife-beater he wore under it. His chest was scrawny but covered with salt and pepper hair, with faded tattoos underneath the curls. "Nice," Don said. "Now get on the bed." "What?" "Get on the bed," Don growled. "On your hands and knees." ****** Chapter Five: Assuming the position. I did as Don had ordered, and as I knelt in the position he wanted me in, I heard a thump along with the sound of a couple of coins rolling on the floor, and then came the rustling of clothes. I glanced back and saw that Don had taken off his pants and was pulling down his boxers. "What are you doing?" I asked while watching him step out of his underwear, and when I saw his cock I thought I was seeing things. Don was a tall and skinny guy, and his cock was built along the same lines. His dick was outrageously long, hanging halfway to his knees, and was incredibly skinny as well, looking a lot like the foot-longs they sold at the ballpark. Don's cock swung back and forth as he walked slowly over to his night stand, the uncircumcised hose as limp as could be, and when he pulled a jar of Vaseline out of the drawer, I asked him again what he was doing. "Gonna have some fun - you and me," Don said as he scooped out some of the jelly and began rubbing it all over his cock. "Damn, you look nice like that. Spread your legs a little more so I can see your nuts. Damn Paulie, you got the potatoes along with the meat there." Don's greased hand was still rubbing his cock, but that cock was now hard and pointing straight out from his body. It hadn't gotten much longer or thicker, but it had been plenty impressive enough as it was before, and part of me was hoping that Don was going to make me jerk him off because I would have been more than happy to do it. "Oh!" I moaned when I felt the cold gel rubbing my anus, and then I let out a real yelp when I felt Don's finger inside of me. There wasn't any time to protest, or maybe I was just too stunned to do anything but try to move away from Don. Ironically, this was probably what Don wanted me to do anyway, since it gave him room to get on the bed behind me. In seconds, I lost my virginity. I felt Don's long hard cock slide into me while he held my hips, and it kept sliding deeper and deeper into me until it felt like it was coming out my stomach. "Oh, that's a tight ass," Don moaned as he began moving his long prong in and out slowly while his spider-like body covered me. "That's it. Take it all." Don's right hand had reached around and grabbed my cock again, and while he pulled and stretched my dick his left hand was playing with my nipple and squeezing the little man-boob that formed when I leaned over like that. From time to time his hand would slip under my arm and play with the hair there before returning to tweaking my nipple. Don's body was rubbing against my back as he thrust into me, his chest hair feeling crinkly against my bare back, and as he increased the tempo of his thrusting his breathing got heavier and louder in my ear. It didn't hurt. That's what I remembered thinking as Don's cock impaled me hard and deep. It was probably because his cock was so slender, but not only wasn't I experiencing the pain that I thought would come with what was happening, it was actually beginning to feel good. It did start to sting when Don's began to thrust into me with brisk jabs, but then I heard him let out a loud groan, and with that came the twitching of his dick deep in my rectum, followed by a warm soothing feeling as he filled my bowels with his seed. "Damn, that was good," Don wheezed as he hugged me from behind, and I could feel his cock getting soft inside of me while he caught his breath. I shivered when his dick slithered out of me, and then Don eased me onto my back while he knelt beside me. My cock was between soft and hard, but when Don's hand wrapped around it again it got hard almost instantly. "You're sure no chip off the old block, Paul," Don said, holding my cock upright and admiring it while squeezing my balls with the other hand, and then he bent over and took my dick in his mouth. What a feeling! I had only gotten head one time in my life, by Marcia Hall back in the woods one time when we got drunk, but that was nothing like this. Marcia's teeth had practically chewed me up that time, and I had walked away from that experience thinking that this blow job thing was way overrated. My opinion changed when Don's head began to bob up and down, that weathered face of his intensely focused on my cock and his wet mouth enveloped almost all of it before sliding back up to the tip again. It was so good - and too good really, because way too soon I felt my orgasm raced through my loins, and I didn't even think to warn Don that I was about to cum. Don didn't even blink an eye, but kept on sucking my cock as it erupted in his mouth, his hand milking my balls roughly as I squirmed on the bed until he had drained me. Some of my cum had slid down from out of the corners of Don's mouth and was in my pubes, but he must have swallowed the rest, and as his mouth came off of my dick he seemed to like the taste. "That was great, Uncle Don," I exclaimed, drawing a wink from my faux uncle. "Did I do as good as your friend Tommy?" he asked. "He never - we never did anything like that," I said. While it was true that Tommy had kissed the head of my dick once and I suspected that he really wanted us to do that very thing to each other, he was probably afraid that I would think he was queer if he suggested it. That was pretty much the way I felt too. "Are you kidding me? You mean to tell me you don't give each other head?" Don exclaimed, and when I shook my head he looked shocked. "You mean that was your first time taking it in the ass?" "Oh," Don said when he saw me nod. "I mean, you were so tight that I figured that redhead didn't his cock in you, not with that fat one he's got, but I can't believe all you do is jerk each other off." "How do you know all of that?" I asked, confused as to how Don would know what Tommy's stuff looked like and what we did. "Let me show you something," Don said, motioning for me to follow him as he crawled off of the bed and over to the closet. ****** Chapter Six: Observed. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I put my eye to the little glass circle and was treated to a bird's eye view of my bedroom. "Hope you aren't mad," Don said. "I've always taken a fancy to you, Paul. When I saw your friend Tommy there I knew he was homosexual, so I did a little bit of drilling one day so I could keep an eye on you all of the time, and the two of you when he would visit." "Tommy's not a," I started to say, but then I stopped and thought about it. Maybe he was. Hell, maybe I was. "Whenever I'm over here and hear his voice, I hightail it in here and get ready for the show," Don said joyfully. "If I hear you lock the door, I know you two are going to be playing around. I was always hoping to see something more than hand jobs, but I figured you did other stuff someplace else." "No, that's it," I said. "He wants it," Don informed me. "I can tell just by the way he looks at you that he's dying for it. Take my word for it. If you want that chubby ass, you go for it. Just make sure I'm here to see it when you do." "I don't know," I said, and that covered everything Don had said. Being watched - how many times had Don been sitting in here watching me jerk off? I did it every day, for crying out loud. And those times with Tommy? "It was all I could do to keep from inviting myself in with you two," Don confessed. "Seeing you two young bucks with your stiff cocks - especially you, Paul. What have you got? seven -eight inches maybe?" "I dunno," I lied. "And then that Tommy's got a beer can on him," Don detailed. "That's one fat little pecker he's got. That's why I figured him for a bottom. I'm going to go clean up. You got plans for the day?" "Not really." "If you don't mind hanging around your Uncle Don today, I've got a few ideas on how to pass the time." ****** Chapter Seven: Education. Don was standing in front of me, that towering John Carradine-like beanpole physique looking more like 7'4" than his actual 6'4", and the fact that he was naked only served to make me more nervous. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my eyes fixed on what was directly before me, Don's genitals. From beneath a nest of salt and pepper pubic hair, Don's cock hung straight down, and even limp, I was astounded that not long ago thing had been very hard and had been drilled into my ass. Don could talk all he wanted about how well hung he thought I was, but the plain and simple truth was that Don's cock was outrageously long. Not thick, mind you, and in fact it was just the opposite. No thicker than a thumb, the tan tube was richly veined at the base, and the outline of the head of his dick was clear under the long foreskin which shrouded it. I had only seen one other uncut man before, one of the guys in my gym class, so this was something that took getting used to. My hand was visibly shaking when I reached out and took Don's cock in my hand, and when I felt how soft and rubbery it was it took me a second to get used to it. Tommy's was the only other cock I had ever touched, and his was always hard, or so it seemed, so holding Don's wiggly dick felt weird at first. Don chuckled when he saw how tentative I was but he stood there patiently with his hands on his hips waiting for me to do something. Friend of the Family "Never did this before," I said after making a couple of aborted attempts to put his thing in my mouth. "It's alright, Paul," Don said, taking his dick out of my hands and lifting it up to my face, exposing the cone-shaped head of his cock as his foreskin slid back. "Take your time. Just kiss the head of it. That's it. Now just put your lips around it." I did it. Once I put Don's dick in my mouth, I lost all inhibition and began to move my lips further down the pale, veined shaft toward where Don's fist had hold of the base. I nudged Don's hand away with my own, and let my other hand reach down and grab Don's balls. His balls were about the size of ping pong balls, but hung in the longest nut sac imaginable. Like everything else about Don, it seemed stretched out, making him look like one of those trick mirrors in the carnival. His balls felt really squishy in my hand, and when I squeezed them kind of roughly Don groaned and leaned closer to me. Don's dick was getting harder, and that made it a lot easier to suck, and so soon my mouth was sliding up and down like I had been doing it all my life. "You're learning fast," Don groaned, massaging my shoulders and stroking the hairs under my arms while I did my best to please him. I couldn't get my mouth down more than about half the length of Don's long dick, but I guess that what I was doing was alright, because Don was moving to and fro, almost like his was fucking my face, and as he ran his fingers through my hair and cupped my head with his hand I was afraid he was going to cum. "Let me cum in your mouth, Paul," Don said, holding onto my head when I tried to pull away. "Block the tip with your tongue." Don had pulled most of his cock out of my mouth, leaving just the head of it in. I could feel his foreskin sliding up and down as my mouth clamped down on it and tried to do what Don had instructed. I felt his hot seed splash against my tongue in a series of spurts, and while Don's hand joined mine in milking the shaft of his cock, he kept cumming. His sperm didn't taste very good, but I did the best I could, trying to swallow it fast as he emptied his load. "You did good, Paulie," Don said, looking down at me with the head of his dick still in my mouth. "Here... relax your throat." Don eased forward, and as he did I felt him moving his deflating cock into my mouth and down my throat until his silver bush was in my eyes. I managed not to choke for a few seconds before I started to gag a little, at which time Don pulled his flaccid cock out of my mouth. "That a boy! Now you know why your old man calls me dipstick," Don said with a smile. "What?" I said, trying to swallow the residue of Don's funky cum as I tried to comprehend what he was saying. "My Dad?" "We go back a long way," Don said, easing me down on my back in the bed and climbing in next to me. "Me and your father - and your mother. Do you want to know about us?" ***** Chapter Eight: Unbelievable "I don't believe it," I said after Don had told me some of the most shocking things I had ever heard. It was like listening to a dirty story being read aloud, only the characters weren't imaginary people in a make-believe place, they were real. But Don, and my father - and my mother? "We're always very careful," Uncle Don said. "We never do anything while you're around, but times when they know you're going to be out, or especially if you're staying over at Tommy's? Oh man! We've been lovers for years." "Tell you what," Don said when he saw I wasn't going to fall for this story, having been victim to many a tall-tale over the years from him. "Tell your folks that you're going to stay over at Tommy's sometime. I'll make it so you can watch." "Watch? How?" "Same way I watch your room," Don said. "Take me maybe 10 minutes to put a peep hole from that hall closet into your folks bedroom. That way you could see for yourself." "I couldn't do that," I said. "That's gross." "Then why is your cock so hard?" Don snapped, reaching down and pulling my cock off of my stomach; a cock that was, to my shame, as hard as blue steel. "I was looking at you get hard while I told you about your folks and me. You'd like to see it. You WANT to see it." "I- I dunno." "I'll make it happen," Don said. "But first, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like I did you." ****** Chapter Nine: Fucking Uncle Don I was standing next to the bed, looking at Don who was kneeling on the bed much like I had been a little bit earlier. His bony white butt was high in the air, his ass cheeks spread wide open to expose the brown puckered ring that was glistening with the Vaseline I had lubed it with. His balls hung down outrageously, the bigger left one nearly touching the bedding, and his drooping cock swung lazily as he waited for me. Because he was so tall even kneeling, I had to stand on a little step stool to get lined up. I stroked my swollen cock, which was coated with Vaseline as well, and as I moved it against his anus, I told him I would try not to hurt him. "To hell with that," Don said. "I want it hard, and I want it all. Fuck me like you hate me, and stick that big dick in me right down to the balls. Don't be a pussy about it." Hearing that, I leaned forward and pushed the head of my cock into that balloon knot. Don cried out when I jammed the ridge of the head into him, and then groaned when I pushed all the way into him. When I felt the warmth of his cavity squeeze my cock, I was off to the races. By the time I came about five minutes later, I was exhausted. I had fallen off the step stool a couple of times when I got lost in my exuberance, and finally gave up on it altogether, climbing onto the bed and pounding my cock into Don's ass while standing on the bed crouched over his upraised bottom while Don's face was buried in the bedding. My orgasm was intense, and I thought I would never stop ejaculating as my cock filled Don's rectum with what seemed like an endless supply of cum. When it was over I raised myself up to a standing position and looked down at Don's red amd ravaged asshole, which was gaped open wide from my savage attack. Could I have actually done that? ****** Chapter Ten: Winning me over "Are you going to do it?" I asked as we came out of the shower together and dried each other off. "What's that?" Don asked, pulling my leg since he knew what I meant. "Do that hole in my folks bedroom wall." "Why? I thought you didn't believe me, and didn't want to see it even if it WAS true," Don reminded me. "Changed my mind." "Well, here's what I'll do," Don said. "I'll install that peep hole as long as you tell your folks that you're going to stay over to Tommy's house next Saturday night. Then you sneak back home and get into that crawl space and watch all you want." "Okay," I agreed. "But first, there's tonight," Don said. "Tonight, I want you to have Tommy come over for a visit, and I want to watch you show me what you've learned here today with me." "But gee, Uncle Don. I'm kinda worn out," I protested. "Bullshit. You're only 18. You've only cum twice and you've got hours to recover," Don said. "Hell, by nightfall you'll be dying to have your cock down Tommy's throat and in his chubby little ass." Don was right. I could cum a half dozen times a day, and had many times. The excitement of having Don watch me only added to the thrill level. "What if he has plans?" I asked. "He'll break them for you. Trust me," Don said. "I've seen the way he looks at you when you aren't watching him, and besides, I think Tommy's a little farther along the learning curve than you are. Hell, you can even use that book as bait, just like I did to you." Don cackled after he spoke, and I called Tommy, and Don had been right. Tommy eagerly accepted my invitation. As we talked on the phone I could hear the whirring of the drill in the other room, and the sound of that sent a shiver down my spine. I went over to Tommy's house and brought him over to my place, ushering him into my room without anybody noticing except my Uncle Don, whose kitchen chair was facing the front door. He smiled broadly when he saw I had company with me, and noticed him folding his hand and excusing himself from the card game with my folks as we disappeared into my room. "Look what I've got!" Tommy said, pulling out a pint of Southern comfort from the over-sized pocket of his jeans. "Great!" I said, latching the door behind me. "And wait until you see what I found." "Holy shit," Tommy said softly as he opened the book that Uncle Don had left out for me to see. "I found it in my uncle's room," I said. "I have to bring it back, but I've been looking through it all day." "Oh man, look at the size of that guy's cock," Tommy exclaimed. "His is almost as big as yours is." "Ssh," I hissed, and heard the click of the door of Don's room. "Do you like the stuff in this book?" "Yeah. I got myself off twice looking at it this afternoon." "Really?" Tommy asked, looking at the picture of the guys sucking each other's cocks. "I'm surprised." "Why?" "Well, you always seem to not want me to do anything besides jerk you off," Tommy said. "Guess I was kinda afraid to ever suggest anything more," I admitted, glancing over at the wall where that peep-hole was and making sure that we were lined up good. "You mean that if I did something else to you, you would let me?" Tommy asked. "Only one way for you to find that out," I said. Tommy set the book down and faced me, running his hands over my chest before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt and lifting it off of me. Tommy was breathing like a locomotive and sweat was beading up on his forehead as his chubby fingers ran over my chest, smiling when he saw the three tiny hairs that had appeared in the center of my chest recently. His hands moved down to my belt, and as he undid it he went to his knees. I mouthed "you were right" toward Don at the other side of the wall, and looked down at my red-headed friend who was rubbing the pouch of my underwear while biting his lip. "You don't know how badly I've wanted to do this," Tommy said as he pulled the briefs down, my semi-turgid cock swaying out of confinement and brushing against Tommy's cheek as he got my underwear off of my ankles. The minute I felt Tommy's mouth on my cock I knew that he had done this before. His lips took me deep into his mouth while his tongue worked on the underside of my dick. "Oh man," I moaned as Tommy's mouth began sliding up and down the shaft of my cock, which was now fully erect. I looked down at Tommy, whose flaming red hair was already thinning and receding despite him being 19, only a year older than me. He was working over my cock with so much passion that I felt guilty letting Don see this. What was Uncle Don doing on the other side of that wall? Just like I probably would have been doing, he probably had his cock out and was stroking away while watching. Tommy took my cock out of his mouth and put it on the top of his head while he sucked on my balls hard. "You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked, and Tommy's face turned even more red than usual when our eyes met. "Yes," he confessed. "Can I suck your cock too?" I asked, adding that I wasn't sure how good I would be at it. He was clearly stunned at what I had said, but as he kept on sucking my cock I could see him unbuttoning his shirt. Soon his shirt was off and he was trying to take off his pants while kneeling down. I reached down and lifted Tommy to his feet, telling him to let me do it, and as I undid his belt it looked like Tommy was going to jump out of his skin from the excitement. "This is like a dream," Tommy said, and it almost seemed like he was going to cry. Tommy was chubby and a little bit shorter than I was, which made him self-conscious much of the time, but I had always been jealous of him because he had a hairy chest, and the burnt orange fur made him look really manly. I let my fingers rake through the fur before kneeling down before him. Tommy's cock was really thick, but as it waved in front of me it looked even fatter than in the past. How was I going to get my mouth around this thing? I reached up and grabbed the shaft of his cock while the back of my hand disappeared in his bush, and when I did that only the head of it was still visible. I let my tongue lick the tip of that plum-sized head, and could taste the bitter-sweet nectar that was leaking out of it. It was better tasting than my Uncle Don's, and when I licked the tip again more came out so I kept doing it. It was my way of trying to delay what was a scary thought, trying to stretch my mouth open wide enough for this. "Here goes," I said softly to myself as I stopped licking and let my lips slide down the bulbous head of Tommy's dick. ****** Chapter Eleven: Goodnight Tommy. "I better get going," Tommy said, climbing off the bed and starting to get dressed. My jaws were aching, having been pushed to the limit during my two efforts at fellatio with my friend. Fortunately, Tommy came really fast both times, or else I would probably be in even more discomfort. I did better the second time, managing to get my mouth down past the head of his cock and a little bit down the shaft before he erupted in my mouth. I knew I didn't do very well at it, but when I apologized Tommy said that I did great and besides, he was used to it. "Just the sight of you with my cock in your mouth," Tommy said, seeming to get choked up as he spoke. "You know how many times I've dreamed about that? How many times I've gotten myself off while thinking about it?" "And next time, I'll let you do that. I promise," Tommy assured me, having chickened out when I tried to take him anally, stopping me when I had just started to penetrate his anus when he said that it hurt too much. "It's okay," I told him, having been more than pleased by Tommy's oral skills practically non-stop for hours. I walked Tommy out to the porch, and when we got out there I was surprised to see the ember of a cigarette from the side of the deck. It was Don, sitting there smoking, and when we came out he joined us. "Heading home, young fella?" Uncle Don asked Tommy. "Not really safe to be out alone. Why don't I drive you home?" "That's okay," Tommy said. "I only live over on the other side of the park. I can walk through there in a couple of minutes." "A walk sounds better yet," Uncle Don said, putting his arm around Tommy's plump shoulders and herding him down the steps. "Nice hot night for a walk." "Uh- okay," Tommy said, glancing back at me as they left. "Talk to you soon, Paulie." Tommy knew my Uncle Don enough to say hello, but my friend sure didn't know him like I knew him, but when I saw that look in Don's eyes I had a feeling that Tommy was going to find out what Don was like. "Say Paul," my Uncle Don said. "Why don't you walk with us? Give us all a chance to get better acquainted." ****** Chapter Twelve: Watching. The park was a favorite hangout for us local kids, but because it was so late it was deserted as the 3 of us went down the path, with only the sounds of nature surrounding us. Uncle Don still had his arm around Tommy's shoulders and now he put his other arm around mine. "You fellows sure had a fun night," Don chortled, and as the older man herded us down a darker path and toward a group of picnic tables I saw Tommy's startled look as he looked up to Don, who was almost a foot taller than him. "I know I did," I said. "Your friend Tommy here is quite a cocksucker, isn't he?" Uncle Don declared. "He knows his way around a cock, that's for sure." "He does. It was great," I agreed, and as we stood by a picnic table I looked at Tommy's horrified expression in the moonlight, which lit up the deserted little alcove we found ourselves in. "My Uncle Don - he was watching us through a peephole. He's been watching us for a while." "Oh man," Tommy whined, looking to me as if he was about to be in trouble, and since he tended to get a little bit dramatic when stressed, he looked like he was ready to faint or something. "It's cool," I explained to Tommy. "My Uncle Don is a pretty cool guy. That was his book I had, remember?" "Only thing I was curious about," Don inquired. "Being as you're obviously such an experienced cocksucker, how come you didn't let Paul fuck you in the ass? Haven't you ever had anal?" "No," Tommy warbled as Don began rubbing Tommy's neck. "I - wanted too, but Paul is so big - I was scared." "Nothing to be afraid of," Don said. "I tell you, when I saw you bent over like that, I said to myself, if I was Paulie and I had that little butterball in front of me and saw that hairy butt crack, I wouldn't have let you back out like he did." "I wanted to do it, but I like Tommy," I explained. "We'll do it when Tommy wants to." "Maybe Tommy should start out with a cock that isn't so big," Don suggested. "I didn't hurt you earlier today when I fucked you in the ass, did I Paulie?" "No, Uncle Don," I agreed, almost burtsing out laughiung when I saw Tommy's face after hearing that. "It really felt good." "Think you would like to give it a try?" Uncle Don asked Tommy. "Tell you what. Why don't you just reach into my trousers and play with my cock, just to see what you think about it?" Tommy looked at me for advice, so I just nodded as if to tell him that it was alright as Don took his hand and brought it down to the fly of his trousers. It was so still back there that I could hear Uncle Don's zipper going down, and in the moonlight I could see Tommy's reaction when his hand found my Uncle Don's cock in his boxers. "Holy shit!" Tommy said, his eyes bulging as I saw Don's baggy trousers move with the motions of Tommy's hand. "You've got to be kidding me." Don undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground, reveling in Tommy looking at his package with awe. "You had this in your ass?" Tommy said, his hand milking Don's limp cock as my Uncle stood there with his hands on his hips, smiling as his boxers and pants went down to his ankles. "It's huge." "It's plenty long," I said, the sight of Tommy's pudgy fingers around another man's cock oddly erotic to me. "But it really didn't hurt. I swear." "Enough talk," Don said, his hand on Tommy's round shoulder and easing him down to his knees. "I think I know what you want to do." Looking to me for - what? - approval, I kept nodding while Tommy went down to his knees. When the redhead's mouth took in Don's cock, it wasn't with the inexperience and awkwardness that I had done it with earlier. Tommy devoured Uncle's Don's cock, attacking it with a rabidness that surprised me. Tommy inhaled Uncle Don's cock, taking the long lean hose deep into his throat while his hand churned Don's balls roughly. Don's hand was now on my shoulder, easing me down to join my friend. I was captivated by Tommy's expert cocksucking abilities, even though I had experienced those very same skills myself all night. Tommy knew how to work Uncle Don's foreskin. manipulating it with his hand and lips, and even nibbling on the shroud to Don's delight. Tommy offered the gradually stiffening member to me, and I did my best to emulate what my friend had done. Soon Tommy was helping me, both of our mouths working on Don's reed thin manhood, and when our lips meet at the tip of the long saber, I let Tommy kiss me. "I'm scared," Tommy whispered. "But you want it, don't you?" I asked, and when Tommy nodded I smiled. "That's good, boys," Uncle Don said. "Now why don't we get Tommy's pants off so I can get a look at him?" Tommy's cock was hard, this thick stub pointing straight at Don for approval, and I could see Tommy's body shiver and Don's bony fingers wrapped around his boner, or at least tried to. Friend of the Family "Damn, this is one fat cock," Don exclaimed. "Now wonder Paulie here had such a tough time with it. Get up on the seat here." Because of their height difference Uncle Don had Tommy stand on the bench of the picnic table, and as Tommy held his shirt up to his belly, Don gave me one of his wicked grins. "Lose some of this meat up here," Don noted, his hand pressing into the fleshy area above Tommy's cock, which was covered with flaming red hair. "And your cock would probably be almost as long as Paulie's. Now let's see if I can handle this." Don's mouth opened wide and took the head of Tommy's tool in before letting his lips slide down the shaft, and before long Don's face was buried in his pubes. "Oh gee!" Tommy cried out as his cock got swallowed. "He's got my whole dick in his mouth." "I know," I said, having a bird's eye view of it, since I was standing beside Don, my hand stroking his long rod to keep him ready. Like the rest of my Uncle Don's body, his mouth seemed to have an elastic quality, able to stretch to extremes at will. After Don's mouth went up and down the 5 or so inches of what Don had accurately described as a beer can cock, he leaned back and looked up at Tommy, contorting his face as he did. "Got a real jawbreaker here," Don said with a wink. "Please don't stop," Tommy whimpered, his fat glistening stub jerking up and down in the air and pleading for release. "You want to cum?" Don asked, and Tommy said yes. "After you cum I want you to get on all fours on the table for me? Alright? I want to fuck you ass and I want you to take it like a man." "Yes," Tommy whimpered, and then Don went back down on my friend, his mouth working up and down his cock. Tommy had Uncle Don's brush-cut in his hands, cradling his head close to him as his knees buckled, and as Tommy squealed I could here Don gulping his cum down as fast as Tommy could shoot it out. While still keeping Don hard with my right hand, I had my left hand on Tommy's thigh, both caressing his hairy leg and offering support as I watched his knees quivering. When it was over, Don wasted no time. "I'm scared," Tommy whined to me as he got down on his hands and knees on the table. "Please don't leave." "I won't," I said, watching Uncle Don reach down to the ground and into his pant pocket, fishing out a small jar of Vaseline. "Paulie, give me a hand here," Uncle Don said, and he had me lube his cock while his greased finger probed into Tommy's anus. "Tommy's got a real hairy asshole." "It's just his finger," I explained to Tommy, who was almost sobbing by now, and when Don pulled his finger out and started to move his long prong in between Tommy's ass cheeks I went back around to face my friend. "OW!" Tommy howled, in reference to my Uncle Don slipping his dick into his ass. "Relax," I said while listening to Don groan as he leaned forward, impaling Tommy's plump ass with his tool. "I did it - you can do it too - and you'll love it." Tommy carried on a bit, ever the dramatic one, and maybe Uncle Don was a bit rough on him, slamming his cock into him so hard their flesh colliding sounded like slaps, but Tommy took it. I tried to reach down and play with Tommy's cock but it had retreated like a toadstool into the surrounding flesh so I went over behind Don. I reached under his bony ass and found Uncle Don's swinging balls, and after I began yanking on them Don told me to pull on them harder. Soon I was pulling on that nut sac like I was trying to rip it clean off of him, and it was almost like it could feel the cum pour out of his balls, through his cock and into Tommy's bowels. "Wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked Tommy went I went around to check up on him, and while he had been crying, I could tell he had liked it. "I want you to do that to me," Tommy said. "We will," I promised. "No, I mean now." ****** Chapter Thirteen: Open invitation. "Do it," Uncle Don said as he moved away from Tommy ass, and when I looked at Tommy's hairy ass crack and the cum that was oozing out of it, I hesitated. "Can't reach," I said, and Uncle Don had Tommy get off the table and stand up on unsteady legs and lean over the table for me. I knew this wasn't going to last long, in part because Tommy would carry on a bit, but also because I was so aroused that I was ready to pop me nut. "Fuck him, Paulie," Don spat out as I put the tip of my cock into Tommy's slightly opened anus and heard Tommy begging me not to hurt him. "Fuck that ass." I pushed forward, the feel of the lube and my Uncle Don's still warm cum surrounding my cock as I pushed forward hard. Tommy was clawing at the picnic table as he lay sprawled on top of it while I humped him hard. "It hurts!" Tommy sobbed, but I was too far along to stop now no matter what he said. "Your dick is too big!" Tommy yelped with each thrust, and soon I had all of me inside of him while my friend squealed for mercy. It was over in about a minute, and after I had filled his bowels with more cum, Don applauded. "About time," Don said as he watched Tommy try to stand up on jelly legs. "You two should have been doing that all along." "You okay, Tommy?" I asked while I helped Tommy pull up his pants, and as I did Tommy leaned next to my ear and nodded while he whispered. "Yes. I love you, man," Tommy said "You know what would be a real crazy idea?" Don said as we headed out of the woods to take Tommy home. "If Paulie drilled my ass while I was dip-sticking Tommy here at the same time." I had to laugh at that myself, picturing the circus-like position of the three of us, and while I didn't think that would ever happen, with Uncle Don who knows? 24 hours ago a cock had never visited my mouth or ass, and my cock had only experienced another man's hand. Who knows indeed, I wondered. And then there was that peephole that Don had put in my folks bedroom wall. Who knows what that would lead to? ***** thanks for reading Friend of the Family My wife Amy and I were talking as we got ready for bed about our house guest. Tim and I had grown up together, and he was my oldest friend. And Amy knew Tim almost as long as she had known me -- nearly six years. We were both very close to him and very upset by his current situation. Tim had married Jenny right out of college. They looked great together. Jenny was a pretty little blond, with a tight, hard body, and stunning face. Tim is a big strapping fellow, with short curly, chestnut hair. You might see couples like them as models in clothing catalogs. But whereas Jenny was a vivacious partier, with a slightly cruel streak, Tim was quiet and unassuming, and kind to a fault. It is easy to imagine that both Jenny and Tim were completely molded by experience. Jenny was the high school cheerleader type, always having her pick of the drones. Tim, on the other hand, had grown to 6'2" first and filled out later. And since we had the misfortune of growing up in the early 1980s, Tim used to wear his hair long, and with a cheesy mustache. In short, in high school, Tim looked more like Wierd Al than the Mark Ruffalo clone he is now. Not surprisingly, he didn't date much. In college Tim fell head over heels for Jenny. And I guess Jenny initially liked being put on a pedestal in a way her more popular boyfriends hadn't. But even as they were making the decision to get married, there were signs of tension in the air. As Tim's oldest friend, I could not help but cringe at how nasty she could sometime be toward him. It was nothing big, but just a constant series of little sniping comments which demonstrate a kind of contempt deadly to a relationship. By the time Amy came into my life three years later when I was finishing business school, Tim and Jenny were on their last legs. They were now fighting constantly, although mostly the form it took was Jenny berating Tim for perceived flaws and failures. Tim had dropped out of law school and was pursuing pursuing a doctorate in sociology, and he wasn't keeping Jenny in the style to which she had hoped to become accustomed. Grad school is already a ego-busting experience, and under Jenny's continuous assault, Tim just wilted. The last straw came when Tim caught Jenny in bed with their landscaper. Although Tim saw it as a tragic occurrence, I could not help but think that it was a blessing in disguise since it finally prompted him to seek a divorce. The proceedings were mercifully quick. Tim didn't have enough money to make it worth a fight, and they had neither kids nor pets. Tim was really depressed, but I figured he'd get over it. For the last three years, though, Tim has been in a deep funk. I haven't seen him as much as I once did. After b-school, Amy and I moved to California from Boston and we didn't see Tim as much anymore. So although I knew he wasn't really over Jenny, I didn't realize how bad off he was until he came to visit. He had progressed far enough on his dissertation to go on the job market, and while in California interviewing at San Jose State, he was staying in our Palo Alto house. I had landed with a high tech startup, and Amy was a recruitment coordinator for a San Fran law firm. We both had great jobs, and Amy especially loved that fact that she could basically work out of her home office most days. Given our success, it was tough to relate to Tim. On the surface, he seemed fine. He was moving ahead on his work, and had recently published an article in an important journal. But then there were his sudden lapses of concentrations, and moody, introspective gazes at the ceiling. He said he wasn't dating anyone, and when I spoke to him alone, he admitted he'd even only had a handful of dates since the break up. He confided to me that this was his third job interview, and that he had lost the other positions because he could not seem to project an enthusiastic, confident image. He said that if he lost this opportunity, he was considering dropping out of school. When I asked what he planned to do, he muttered darkly about there always being openings at Best Buy. Tim had been with us for two days, and the next day, on Monday was his first set of interviews. As Amy and I prepared for bed we compared notes, and agreed he just was not ready to face the world. "That little fucking bitch," Amy finally stammered, using a rare invective referring to Jenny. "She totally screwed with his mind." "Well, it isn't just Jenny. I mean, she was just being her usual self. Most guys would have been able to shrug it off after a while. But I Jenny was his first and only love, so she had a disproportionate impact." "What do you mean only love? I mean, sure, they got married, but Tim is, what, 32, he must have had some other significant relationships." "I don't think so. I mean, he and I have been friends for a long time, and I don't remember him really dating anyone else. For all I know, Jenny might literally be only woman he ever slept with." "Oh Jesus, what a impression he must have of women." "Well, it's not like he doesn't know any better. I know he thinks the world of you. And he's a smart guy. But yeah, emotionally, the guy's a cripple because he never dated much in high school, and he built up this notion in his mind about how great it would be when he was with a woman, and then he found Jenny and she shattered all his expectations. I mean, I hate to psychoanalyze a friend, but there it is. Tim needs to be with a woman if he's ever going to put Jenny behind him and get on with his life." Amy looked at me thoughtfully. "I like Tim a lot, and he's both sweet and handsome, but I can't see him ever finding a good relationship. It's a catch-22. Until he comes out of his shell, women will stay clear, and the ones who don't probably have enough of their own problems to make things worse." "I wish we could do something," I replied sadly, "I wish we could get someone to seduce him or something, but I just don't know anyone who'd be willing to do that. It's a lot to ask a friend." My words trailed off as my mind wrapped around an idea. Amy seemed to look right through me. "You want me to seduce him." She said it ambiguously, part observation, part rebuke, part question, and part offer. I paused. Just for a second, but it was long enough to confirm it. "N-no," I said unsteadily. "I don't, not really..." But I didn't know what to say next. I just stared at my wife. She struck me as incredibly beautiful at that moment. She's relatively tall for a woman at 5'7", and her body is both athletic and voluptuous. She has long, lean legs, and a hard, flat stomach, but at the same time, she has large, high breasts, and a rounded ass and full hips. She was wearing a diaphanous nightgown, which seemed to call particular attention to her peaks and valleys. As part of the pre-bed routine, she had brushed out her long, full, brown hair, and it flowed over her shoulder in shiny waves. Her face is conventionally beautiful, not exotic, but rather the corn-fed, midwestern, beauty that you associate with the queen at the prom. She was frowning at me, her beautiful green eyes sad and questioning. I desperately wished I could go back in time, and head off the conversation. The thought of my wife with another man, even my best friend in need, gave me a feeling like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach. And yet at the same time, a part of me was saying that it was the right thing to do, that it was a sacrifice worth making. Amy was wavering similarly. Her eyes glistened, and then one tear rolled down each cheek. She looked down at her wringing hands, and then she sniffed and returned her gaze to me. "I can't Jack, I just can't." "I don't want you to." "How do we know it would even help him?" "It probably wouldn't," I seconded, realizing as we spoke about it that the thought of her with anyone else was just too painful. "Probably?" "Tim needs something. He needs a change of scenery, a therapist, a girlfriend, something. But you are right, there is nothing we can do about it except be his friends." "Friends," she repeated softly. "Jack are we... am I being selfish?" "No, I don't think anyone would call you that," I replied. "I mean, it does make sense in a crazy way. I think he really thinks Jenny was his one chance at love. He needs some sort of reassurance that women find him attractive." "Do you find him attractive?" I asked. "Yes, of course," she answered, a bit too quickly for my taste. Seeing the look in my eyes, she continued, "I mean, I've never, until tonight, thought of him in anything other than as a friend, but yeah, he is a good looking guy." "Maybe that's all he needs to hear?" "What if he needs more?" "I don't know," I replied. She paused and looked me in the eyes. "Okay, I'll do it," she said with a firmness I didn't expect. "N-no, I...but..." I stammered in reply. She approached me and reached out and squeezed my hand hard. "You are a good friend. I love you." And then before I could say another word, she turned and walked out the door. It took me a moment to process what we had agreed to, and suddenly I realized how ambiguous we'd left it, how open ended this plan was. As I watched the door shut behind her, I was paralyzed. I realized that both Amy and I thought that it was the right thing in the abstract. But I also realized that Amy was going along with it for me as much as for Tim. But I didn't want her to. Well, I did, and I didn't. I knew I should, but I couldn't. Choking back my guilt at failing Tim, I wrapped my mind around the simple fact that I loved Amy and did not want to share her. No matter how selfish that made me, that was the way I felt. The realization finally brought me out of my stupor. I had to stop her. I went out the door and down to the basement where Tim was staying and where my wife had gone to try to build up his confidence. But as I reached the top of the basement steps I hesitated. Instead of rushing down the stairs, I crept slowly to the bottom. The basement is divided into three rooms -- a laundry room, a small study, and guest bedroom. At the bottom of the stairs, I could see the light on in Tim's room, and with the door cracked open, I could hear them talking. It wasn't too late, at least. I approached the door, and from the darkened hallway peering in through the crack. Amy was standing across the room from Tim who was sitting on the edge of the bed in boxers and a t-shirt. Tim seemed a little uncomfortable talking to Amy in her revealing attire, but at the same time I could see him looking her over whenever her eyes were averted. Amy was talking about Jenny. "She really wasn't right for you, and you should try to find someone else." "I know, I know," he said wearily, clearly tired of talking and thinking about Jenny. "But I can't seem to hit it off with women. I don't think they find me attractive. Jenny was the one woman who..." "Stop that," my wife interrupted. "You are a very attractive man. Most women..." she paused. "I find you very attractive." Amy's words gave me a lump in my throat. Intellectually I knew that at a innocent level what she was saying was perfectly true, and I knew that if she was crossing the bounds of platonic friendship it was not because she was really attracted to him, but rather to help him. But at the same time, the words seemed to clutch at my heart. I was going to burst in, but I thought that maybe Amy could accomplish her purpose merely by building him up verbally. Tim sighed. "Great, the one woman who finds me attractive is already married, and to my best friend at that." He seemed to become even more dejected. Amy responded quickly to his discouragement. "Even still, I have often thought about being with you." Had she? I assumed she was just try to convince him he was attractive, but still I was thrown for a loop. "Amy, you're making me uncomfortable," Tim muttered. "Why? Haven't you ever thought about being with me, making love to me?" "Oh God, I..." Tim swallowed hard and then seemed unable to continue. "Amy, why are you teasing me like this?" In the hallway, I cringed. This was going worse that expected. Rather than building him up, it seemed as if Amy were tearing him down. Amy realized that things were moving in the wrong direction, so she again upped the ante. "Who says I am teasing?" She asked sensuously, and then in one fluid motion she reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head and off. "Oh G-God, you are so b-beautifully," Tim stammered as he surveyed my naked wife. She took two small steps towards him, and I reached out for the door. "What about Jack?" Tim asked suddenly looking toward the door. Instinctively, I recoiled and pressed back against the far wall of the hallway. "He knows I am down here." "I-I don't understand. Are you guys swingers?" "No silly, Jack just knows how attracted I am to you, and I begged him to let me come see you as my birthday present. I have not been with another man since I met Jack." "Really? I mean, not about never having been with another man, but about being attracted to me?" "Why else would I be here dressed this way?" They both laughed nervously. I was again going to burst, but then I glanced at Tim's face. It was radiant. For the first time in years, I saw him smile a real smile. I was frozen again. "I want to make love to you," Amy said suddenly, bluntly. And with those words, I knew I could not stop it. Too much had been said, and if I burst in now, Tim would be crushed, Amy mortified, and the entire friendship destroyed. She was now standing above him. He took her hands in his. "Amy, I can't. You are a dear friend, but I just can't do this to Jack and I can't do it to you." My hopes soared. Good old Tim was going to save me after all. "I want you," Amy replied simply. "No, I..." "Shhh, don't say a word," my wife interrupted as she placed a finger across his lips. She leaned forward and replaced her finger with her lips, kissing him softly. "Just close your eyes, and pretend it's a dream," she whispered as she broke the kiss and fell to her knees. For a moment, Tim seemed like he was going to object, but then slowly he complied. Amy gently massaged his well defined quads, and then slowly pressed his legs apart. Leaning forward, she trailed soft, wet kisses up and down his inner thighs. Tim moaned softly, and Amy ran a hand up his leg until it rested on his crotch. She moved forward deliberately, kissing him, rubbing her body against his legs, letting him feel her bare, erect nipples against his skin. At the same time, she started moving the hand on his groin in languid circles. As she got closer in, she lifted up his t-shirt with her other hand and started kissing his strong, hairy chest. She ran her tongue over his stomach, teasing his bellybutton, and tracing his hair as it thickened over his abdomen. She pressed her chest between his legs, twisting and turned sensuously as she rubbed against him. With his eyes still closed he reached out and cautiously ran his fingers through her hair and traced the shape of her ears and cheeks. She straightened up for a moment and pushed his t-shirt up over his head removing it and tossing it on the bed. Then she leaned back and grabbed his boxers with both hands and began to ease them off. Tim accommodated her by lifting himself off the bed slightly, and then he was as naked as she was. As she pulled his shorts past his feet, I got a look between his legs. Although I had known Tim for twenty-five years, I had never seen his naked, and I had never known how well endowed he was. But there, between his legs was unquestionably the most impressively piece of manhood I had ever seen in real life. "Oh god, what a beautiful cock!" Amy exclaimed when she finally looked up. She took it in her hand and stroked it up and down. Her hand looked tiny against his bulk. And when she placed one hand above the other, a lot of his shaft and his entire oversized glans were still visible. As impressive as his length was his incredible thickness. At the touch of her hand, his cock went completely rigid, although thankfully it did not expand any further. Amy seemed to be in shock. She looked for up at Tim, and then back down into his lap. I'd never known Amy to have a size fetish, but face to face with Tim's penis she was unquestionably excited. Her face flushed, and she eagerly starting kissing him wetly up and down the shaft even as she continued to pump him with her fist. Tim moaned softly as my wife fondled him. Encouraged, Amy starting licking him up and down, with slow, wide tongue lashes. His huge prick glistened with her saliva, and as she stroked him up and down, her hand made a loud squishing sound. "That feels good," he moaned. She continued licking his cock like a ice cream cone for a while, and then she trailed soft wet kisses down his shaft until she came to his scrotum. One at a time, she took his heavy balls into her mouth, making him shiver with pleasure. Then kissing her way back up his length, she started kissing the head of his cock, her tongue playfully lapping at his precum as it leaked from his opening. Still stroking him up and down with both hands now, Amy opened her lips wide and took the tip of his dick into her mouth. Slowly she started bobbing up and down, taking him deeper and deeper until she had the top third of his cock inside her. As she fucked his cock with her mouth, she made loud slurping, sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing out as she massaged him with her tongue. Without warning he suddenly gasped, and Amy started making loud gulping sounds. It took me a second to realize he had cum in her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he muttered over and over. But Amy did not seem upset. To the contrary she kept sucking him hard, seemingly wanting to milk him dry. As she continued to lick and slurp his meat, he ran his hands through her long, luxurious hair, and started moaning, "thank you, thank you." Amy lifted her head for a second. Her lips were coated with his jism, which ran down the sides of her mouth, and connected her to his cock. His cock was still leaking significant amount of seed, which flowed down the shaft and over her hands. It was devastating to see my wife kneeling in front of another man, performing oral sex, her hands and wedding band covered with his sperm. "I've never seen this much cum," she gushed. She licked the cum from her fingers, and then enthusiastically started cleaning his cock with her tongue. "Oh God, it's been so long. So long," he moaned in delight. Although his cock seemed to soften after he came, Amy's delligent attention quickly changed that. In less than five minutes, Tim's organ was again in launch position. Amy looked up at him. "You seem excited," she cooed. She stood up and approached him. Tim needed no more encouragement. He leaned forward and buried his face in her closely trimmed muff, slurping at her pussy vigorously. "Oh God," she moaned, "do you feel how wet I am?" As if to answer, he reached around and slipped a finger into her cunt from behind. Her pussy made an obscene squishing sound as he finger fucked her wet hole. She grabbed his head and pushed him away. "I want you inside me," she grunted urgently. He sat back on the bed, and Amy climbed onto his lap facing him. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his thick shaft and guided it into her waiting snatch. Then slowly she impaled herself with on cock. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she moaned, her head swaying back and forth. "I feel so fucking full." And then she made a soft, sensuous gurgling sound, and buried her face into his chest. "I'm cumming," she whispered, as her body convulsed over and over. More relaxed than ever, she melted into him, his cock now completely buried inside her. Friend of the Family "That feels so good," he moaned. She looked up at him, teary-eyed. "I love your cock." And then after a few moments, she added, "I want to feel you cum inside me." Tim seemed happy to oblige. He started thrusting his hips up and down, slowly fucking her in and out. Once she recovered from her orgasm, Amy responded by lifting herself up and lowering herself onto his shaft. As they got used to each other's movement, they started fucking hard and fast. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Amy moaned as he pounded into her. Her cries of passion redoubled when he leaned forward and started sucking her big tits into his mouth. He also reached around and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spreading her apart, and giving him the leverage to fuck her harder and deeper. It also gave me a completely unobstructed view of his thick pole pounding into her exposed cunt. As they fucked each other's brains out, they started kissing passionately. Amy loves to kiss, and has often told me she considers deep kissing even more intimate than sex. And now, as I watched, she was kissing Tim so hard, I thought she might swallow his lips. They were both moaning loudly through their intertwined tongues. Then suddenly, Amy gasped and threw back her head. "Oh God!" she growled through clenched teeth as she came again. I felt sick to my stomach. In all my years with Amy, she had never cum more than once during sex. After she stopped shaking, she became much more passive. Tim started fucking her more slowly. He lifted her up until his cock was almost completely out, and then slowly lowered her onto his thick shaft giving her his full length with each stroke. "This is so good," he sighed again. "Mmmm, yes," Amy responded, clamping onto his mouth and kissing him deeply again. By the clock on the nightstand, I watched as Tim and Amy made love for over fifteen minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime. At the end, they started fucking fervently again. Amy put her hands on Tim's shoulders and ground her pussy hard against his crotch. She leaned forward and started sucking his neck, moving on to nibbling his ear lobes. She started whispering in his ear: "You feel so good. I love your big cock. God, I love your big cock. I want to feel you cum inside me." Amy's dirty talk seemed to get Tim even hotter. He started pumping his hips faster and faster, until his cock became blur pistoning into my wife's stretched cunt. Amazingly, as Tim raced towards his climax, Amy's sounds of passions got louder and louder. "Oh yeah," Tim growled, his whole body tensing suddenly. "God, I can feel you coming," Amy managed to grunt out before she climaxed yet again. Amy draped herself across his chest, and they both slowly pumped their hips as they enjoyed the afterglow. "That was amazing," Tim said softly. "Oh God," Amy replied, "I've never felt anything like it. Jenny was a idiot to give you up. You are an amazing lover." Tim smiled brightly, but then a slight frown came across his face. "You're gonna have to go soon." Amy nodded her head. "I don't want to, but I have to." "What are we going to tell Jack?" "Tim, all Jack wants to know is that you are happy, and that you understand how special you are. Knock 'em dead at that interview tomorrow." With that, Amy slowly lifted herself up, sliding Tim's thick cock back out of her pussy. His cock slapped wetly against his thigh. "Sleep well," Amy said, as she reached for her nightgown and started toward the door, her eyes still eyeing his penis lustily. Keeping ahead of her, I quickly climbed the stairs and ducked into the bedroom. I switched off the light before she arrived, and pretended to be asleep. I just could not confront her right then. Amy slipped into the bedroom, and ducked silently in the bathroom. She took a long shower, and emerged from the steaming bathroom smelling of soap. She climbed into bed, and pressed her warm body against mine. "Well?" I said softly. "I think he is going to be okay." "Did you?" She paused. "I love you," she replied softly, and then: "yes." "I don't want you to... not again..." I started to reply, stopping when I started to choke up. "I know. I know." She held me, and we fell asleep quickly, both of us completely drained but for different reasons. The next day, I got up early to go to work. I could not quite face either Tim or Amy yet. All day at the office, my emotions kept fluttering between anger, remorse, sadness, and relief. As much as I liked Tim, I realized I was looking forward to his leaving, although I hoped time would heal the wound. Since I got to work so early, I was able to leave a bit early, and I decided to leave in time to miss the rush hour traffic. I walked into the house tired and distracted, and as I started to walk into the bedroom to change, I saw them on the bed. My jaw must have hit the floor, I was so surprised. I backed away immediately, and then stepped forward to take another peek since I could not believe my eyes. But unfortunately, my eyes were not playing tricks on my. Amy was on her back on our bed, her long, lean legs propped up over his shoulders. Tim was boning her hard, pounding that huge cock into her with fast, deep strokes. Amy's tits were jiggling wildly with the force of their fucking. They'd obviously been at it for a long time because they were both covered with sweat. Amy was moaning softly, a low, throaty, passionate rumble. Her right hand was down between her legs, frigging her clit wildly. Tim was breathing loudly through his mouth, gasping for air as the aerobic workout strained his lungs. "Oooohhh yeah, baby," my wife groaned as her body shook in orgasm. "I'm cumming too," Tim gasped in response as her pounded into her spasmodically before plunging his cock all the way in and shooting his load into her womb. As they came down from their sexual high, Tim kept sliding his meat slowly in and out of her wet hole. Amy lifted her legs off his shoulders, and let them fall heavily onto the bed. She gazed up at him, glassy eyes, her sweat-coated chest heaving as she caught her breath. "You are amazing," he said after a while. "Oh God, _you_ are amazing," she replied emphatically. "I came five.... oh Jesus, Jack!" she suddenly exclaimed as she spotted in me in the doorway. Tim tried to spin around to look, but his cock was still wedged too deep inside her, and her had to deliberately extract himself before he could reach for his clothes. As he spun off her, Amy wrapped herself in the bed cover. Tim grabbed his clothes and ran out the room past me, his big dick dangling wetly before him. "Oh Jack, oh Jack, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," Amy blubbered. "Goddamn it Amy, what the fuck are you doing?" I shouted. "Please Jack, please don't be upset. I just..." "You just were fucking my best friend behind my fucking back," I said cutting her off. "Didn't you get enough last fucking night?" "No, it wasn't like that. I didn't plan it." "What the hell does that mean? It's hard to believe that your legs ended up over his shoulders and his dick in your cunt by accident." "Please let me explain," she cried out plaintively. I just sneered at her angrily. "Tim got a second interview. He came home early and told me about it. Well, we popped a bottle of champagne, and started celebrating, and well, before we knew it, we were sort of fooling around." "Goddammit Amy, you expect me to ..." I paused, I didn't know what to say. "I wanted to stop it, I knew it was wrong, but Jack, Tim was so happy, and last night seemed to work so well, and I didn't want to turn him down now and hurt his confidence. I mean, that would have made last night mean nothing, and I know how hard this has been for you, and I didn't want it to be in vain." "I... Goddammit Amy, this is fucking crazy. I told you I didn't want you to do this anymore." "I know, I know," Amy replied. Seeing that I was calming down somewhat, Amy grabbed her panties off the floor and started to slide them on. As she dropped the bed sheet, I looked between her legs and gasped in shock. "You shaved your cunt? For him?!" I had been asking her to do that for years, and she had always refused. "No, I..." she started, but then realizing the absurdity of any possible defense, she simply admitted it, "yes, I did." "When? This morning? How the fuck can you say this wasn't planned?" "No, not this morning. I did it after we first did it this afternoon. I dunno, Tim suggested it. It was just an impulse thing." "Jesus," I muttered. "He came home, we had champagne, fooled around, I took a shower and shaved, and then we fooled around some more. I'm sorry." I just sat down on the bed and shook my head. I looked up at Amy standing next to the bed. She looked incredibly hot, wearing only a pair of thin panties. Her chest was still heaving, making her breasts rise and fall in time with her breaths. Her large nipples were still erect, and I could see a growing wet spot in her panties as Tim's copious seed began leaking from her pussy. She took a step toward me and dropped to her knees between my legs. She looked up at me, her face still flush, and her hair styled in just-fucked disheveled. "Please Jack forgive me," she pleaded as she rested her hands on my thighs. "Amy, I don't know what to say." "Jack, I love you," she said, tears in her eyes. She started to run her hands up and down my thighs. To my surprise, I felt my cock beginning to stir. Amy moved her hands up, and lowered my zipper. Then without saying a word, she carefully fished my cock out of my pants, and swallowed me almost whole. "Oh God," I moaned, as my wife attacked my cock like a street whore. "Slow down," I said as I felt my balls start to tingle. But Amy just took me deeper into her mouth, her hot tongue massaging my entire shaft, her hands cupping my balls. I came. Hard. Spurt after spurt spewed down my wife's throat. She swallowed every drop, and then sucked and licked my cock clean before replacing it in my pants. She looked up at me with those big green eyes. "Please don't be angry." I melted. Melted like a man whose just gotten his cock sucked dry. "I'm not." She rose quickly, and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower come on. For a while I just stared at the bathroom door, and then with a sigh I got up and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater. I heard some noises downstairs, and I braced myself for the task of talking to Tim. When I found him, Tim was quickly finishing up his packing. I realized right away that how I handled the situation would make the difference between keeping my oldest friend and ending the friendship. "Hey," I said. "Hey," he said back. He went back to stuffing his suitcase. "You don't need to do that," I said. "I think I should." "Look man, it just caught me by surprise. I mean, I didn't expect to walk in on you guys." "Jack, I'm sorry, I know I should never have done it. I just..." "You couldn't resist," I finished his sentence for him. "Believe me, I know what you are talking about. It is impossible to resist those green eyes." "And the rest," he added somewhat inappropriately. I didn't need to be remind that he had sampled all of my wife's charms. "Yeah, and the rest." We paused. "Look, I still think I should go," he offered again. "Tim, I hear you got a second interview," I said changing the subject. Tim virtually lit up. "Yeah, can you believe it? Basically, that means that the job is mine to lose. I didn't think I would get it. I owe it all to you and Amy." I slapped him on the back. "Hey, put away your stuff. Stay for dinner. If you still feel you want to leave afterward, I'll drive you to a hotel." "Okay," he replied. "Hey do you mind if I stay down here for a while, I need to catch up on a little work." "Sure, see you in a little while." I went back upstairs to the main floor. Amy was still in the shower upstairs. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in the den. Despite the various reconciliations, the house still had a tense atmosphere, and I knew that just as I was trying to work out the implications of the past 24 hours, so too were Tim and Amy. I tried to imagine how things had transpired this afternoon. I imagined Tim coming back, and finding Amy working in her home office. He breaks the news to her. She jumps up and give him a big hug. They embrace, aware now, after their interlude the night before, of each other's bodies. They pull apart awkwardly. After a pause, Amy remembers the champagne in the fridge. They go to the kitchen. Amy pops the cork and pours two glasses. They drink. Tim tells Amy about his day. They drink some more. Amy starts to get tipsy. Champagne always goes right to her head. "Oh Tim, that is so great," she says. They hug again. Amy begins to caress his chest. Or maybe it is Tim who begins it by running his hand through her hair. They kiss and press their bodies together. What starts with a tentative caress quickly turns into an ardent embrace. They claw at each other, tearing off each other's clothes. Amy puts her hand down his pants, and starts to stroke his long, hard cock. His mouth finds her nipple and sucks it hard until Amy cries out in passion. He rubs her hard ass, and then slides a finger between her cheeks. Amy squirms on his hand until his finger finds her wet slit and slides in easily. Seeing her so ready makes him wild. He grabs Amy by the shoulders and turns her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. Amy spreads her legs, her ass gyrating rapidly in anticipation. She looks over her shoulder, her hair a wild mane. "Do it," she hisses. Tim is crazed with lust. He takes his cock and rubs it up and down her slit, and when the head slides into her steaming hole, he lunges forward filling her with a single stroke. Amy cries out and cums right away. Tim fucks her now, hard. She is just a convenient hole for him. As hard as he is fucking her, he still lasts a long time. After a while, Amy is gasping and wheezing, riding a rollercoaster from climax to climax. He reached around and started rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Amy explodes again, and Tim fills her pulsing cunt with his jism. Her caresses her back, his cock still lodged in her pussy. They feel completely comfortable together. Amy straightens up and his cock slips out. She suggests they shower together. In the bathroom, Amy complains about being sore. Tim offers to massage her pussy. Amy agrees, and sits on the shower stool. Tim kneels before her and soaps her up. He mentions that Jenny used to shave her hair to avoid irritation during sex. Amy asks if he even shaved Jenny. He says yes. She hands him the razor. Now back out of the shower, he admires her new look. "Maybe we should try it out," she offers as she climbs on the bed, legs spread wide. He moves between her legs and begins to lick her bald snatch. Amy gasps with pleasure. After a while, she reaches down and pulls him up toward her. He looms above her and places her legs on his shoulders. She guides his prick to her waiting cunt. They make love until I walk in on them. I woke up in my den chair, beer still by my side. There were voices in the kitchen, and I walked in to find Tim and Amy working side by side cooking dinner. They seemed so at ease with each other that anyone meeting us all for the first time would conclude they were man and wife. The minute I walked in though, all conversation seemed to stop. Tim and Amy made jambalaya, and I uncorked a bottle of white wine. We made some awkward small talk for a while, but it took the second bottle of wine to get us all to loosen up. It turned out that Tim's second interview was not until Thursday, so he would be spending the whole week with us. I did my best to swallow my uneasiness at Tim being around the house all day Tuesday and Wednesday while I was off at work and Amy was working out of her home office. But then I realized I would have to get over it because if Tim landed the job, he would be in town within easy reach of Amy if they ever decided to have a clandestine affair. I just had to trust them. Over dessert we broke out the cognac, and before too long we were feeling no pain. In our generally hazy state, one of us, I think it was Amy mentioned Jenny and before I knew it we were talking to Tim about her. "What is she doing now? Do you ever talk to her?" I asked. "Naw, not really," Tim replied. "I think she married some lawyer in New York." "That would serve her right," Amy joked. We all had a similar low opinion of lawyers. Tim laughed, and then said, "yeah, it is probably for the best. Guy can probably buy her a nice house in Greenwich, and she can drive a Beemer. And she can still screw the gardener while he is commuting back and forth to the city." Amy and I laughed. It was good to see Tim able to joke about the past. "Still, I bet she has a few regrets," Amy said absentmindedly. Stupidly, I walked straight into the trap. "Like what? Jenny was, is, a cold calculating bitch." "I bet she misses Tim in the sack," Amy replied with a lewd grin. "Amy!" I snapped. She drained her cognac. Her eyes were glassy, toasted maybe even drunk. "What? It's true. I can't believe she let you go. I mean, God, I'd never let you go," she paused awkwardly, "if I was Jenny, I mean." Tim shifted uncomfortably. "Well, it has been a long day. Maybe we should all crash." "Good idea," I replied. But Amy would have none of that. "Oh come on guys, it is only 9:30. Let's do something." "What do you want to do?" I ask warily. "I don't know. How about going out to the Union Jack and playing pool or darts or something." "Well, I have to work tomorrow," I started to reply, but I was suddenly concerned that they might go out without me. "But, what the heck, let's go." The Union Jack is our local bar. As the name suggests, it has a British pub theme. It is a nice place, loud on weekends, but turns into a quiet neighborhood bar during the week. And they have a great selection of British and Irish beers on tap. We got a pitcher of Harp and played a few of games of pool -- cutthroat with Tim winning twice and me once. And then we got a second pitcher and sat down at a table to talk. We talked a little politics and went over the movies we had recently seen, but again we ended up talking about Jenny again. Amy started grilling Tim about his relationship with Jenny. "Look that's old news," I finally said cutting in. "How about we talk about something else." "Oh come on Jack," Amy replied. "You have to remember I only met Tim and Jenny in 2002. So I am curious about what they were like before. You guys never seemed like a good match to me," she said turning back to Tim. "Well I guess we weren't," Tim answered. "I mean, it was one fight after another." "Yeah, but it wasn't always like that," I jumped in. I didn't want Tim getting morose thinking about his last years with Jenny. "I guess. School was good. She was definitely the cutest girl I ever dated. One of the few girls I ever dated really. But you know, looking back on it, I'm not sure we ever really just talked to one another. You know?" "What do you mean?" Amy pressed. "Well, we did things together, but I think she just assumed I was going to go to law school and get rich and buy her a big house. We never really talked about it." "What sort of things did you guys do together?" Amy asked. "The usual things," Tim said. "Movies, dinner, you know." "Sex?" Amy asked point-blank. Tim blushed. "Oh come on, we don't have any secrets between us," Amy insisted. "Not after this afternoon." "Well, yeah, of course we had sex," Tim replied. "Was it good? I mean, I was serious, I don't see how she could have let you go." Friend of the Family "Amy, why are you doing this?" I asked, pained by her indiscretion. "Jack, don't be so insecure. Tim's one of our best friends, and I feel like I don't even know what happened to his marriage. I just want to know." I started to answer, but then thought better of it. I could not see how my objections would help. Amy looked at Tim, "well?" Tim looked at me, and I just nodded my head indicating he should go on. "The sex was good, but not great." "God, I can't believe that," Amy gushed. "No, no, really. I mean, most stuff was good, but in the end, I was, um, too big for her. Not that she was that tight, but more like she was shallow. I couldn't get all the way in, and it made sex uncomfortable for her, and sometimes unsatisfying for me. Actually, all the women I have been with, well all three, have had the same problem, well until you. Most guys don't believe it, but being big can be a problem." "Jack wouldn't know about that," Amy said suddenly, too buzzed to realize how malicious it sounded. Tim laughed loudly. "Did you try different position?" she continued. "Yeah, I think we tried every position. No go. But she loved oral sex, well receiving it at least. But ultimately, that wasn't enough to make the marriage work. Especially since she didn't like to reciprocate," Tim said with a snort. "You know what they say," Amy said with a gleam in her eye, "if you meet a woman who swallows, marry her. Right Jack?" I forced a laugh. We paid the bar tab and headed back to the house. By this time, we were all pretty unsteady on our feet, and we stumbled together. Amy walked between us, and as we walked she wrapped an arms around both our waists and pulled us close to her. "Hmm, sandwiched between two strong men," Amy cooed. "A girl could get used to that." "Well, don't get too used to it," I warned, "we're almost home." "That doesn't mean the party has to stop," she replied flirtatiously as we started up our walkway. "Amy, no!" I said sharply, trying to reassert control. "Jack, yes!" She replied mockingly as I unlocked the door, "I bet Tim wants to keep playing." We stepped in and closed the door behind us. Tim looked at her. "Amy, you don't want to do this," he said unconvincingly. She pressed up against him. "Tim, I want you," she mewled, pressing her hand up between his legs. "I want you both." "Amy, stop it," I hissed. "Go to bed if you don't like it," she replied cattily. "I'm going to have some fun." "Tim?" I said softly, uneasy about his lack of conviction in putting an end to this. He looked down at Amy. "Amy?" Amy dropped to her knees. "Let me suck your cock. Please, let me suck your cock," she begged. Tim looked up at me, and half-shrugged. We'd both agreed Amy was impossible to refuse, and I could see that Tim was silently trying to communicate that message to me. But I could also see that he wasn't exactly broken up about the possibility of yet another round of sex with my wife. "Don't worry about Jack," Amy said to assuage Tim's ambivalence. "He can join us if he wants to. I want you both. I've always fantasized about being with two men at one." Something I'd never heard before if it was even true. Tim nodded his head slightly, and Amy took that as his assent. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock through the opening. She attacked his thick slab of meat with her tongue and mouth, and quickly Tim's cock started to stiffen. She removed his cock from her mouth, and turned to look at me. "Doesn't he have a beautiful cock?" she said as she stroked his meat. Tim smiled confidently as he surveyed my wife admiring his dick. Then she went back to sucking him off, and he slid his hand into her hair encouraging her to go on. I just stood there is shock. The past 24 hours seemed like a bizarre surreal nightmare. I could not even fathom how we had gotten to the point where I was standing by watching as my wife performed oral sex on my best friend. Suddenly Amy stood up. She grabbed Tim by the cock, and took me by the hand. "Let's go in the living room," she said as she led us in that direction. She pushed Tim down into the armchair, and pushed me toward the sofa. Then she went over to the stereo, and put on a jazz album. As the soulful music filled the room, Amy did a sensuous dance for us. She swayed over to me and kissed me wetly and deeply. She slid her sweater over her head and left it with me as she moved over to Tim. Slowly stroking his cock, she kissed him too, and then left him her skirt as a souvenir. Then she came back over to me. Now wearing only her bra and panties, she climbed into my lap and kissed and sucked my neck wetly. When she stood up again, she took my sweater with her. Back over to Tim, she removed her bra and fed him her tits one at a time while her hands reached down and deftly popped the buttons on his shirt. Then it was my turn again. She lifted my t-shirt above my head, and kissed her way up and down my chest, circling my nipples with her tongue. She removed Tim's pants next, pausing to renew her acquaintance with his cock. She got down on her hands and knees, her face in Tim's lap and her gorgeous ass pointed toward me. She turned to look at me, and as she did she reached around and pulled her panties aside exposing her shaved snatch. With her eyes locked on mine, she reached between her legs and spread her swollen lips, and showed me her hot pink, wet, pussy. Then she turned back toward Tim and started sucking his dick wetly. As her face bobbed up and down on Tim's thick shaft, she slid her index finger in and out of her steaming cunt. I'd never seen her this excited. Her ass was gyrating wildly, and she was making loud slurping and moaning sounds as she worked on Tim's cock. She slid her finger out of her cunt, and pressed the tip into her ass. Again she turned to look at me. "Come fuck me," she moaned. I was angry, jealous, and to my embarrassment, aroused. I am not a violent person, but the witch's brew of emotions Amy had stirred in me made me want to hurt her. She had gone back to sucking Tim's cock when I got up to approach her. I kneeled behind that perfect ass, my cock so hard it actually hurt. I spanked her ass hard, the sound like a gunshot. "Owww!" Amy yelped. "You wanna be fucked? Fine, I'll fuck you," I grunted. I aimed my cock and shoved it all the way up her cunt in one hard, angry stroke. I grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and pulled them apart so I get complete penetration, and then I started pounding her as hard as I could. I wanted it to hurt, but she was so wet, and so turned on, that my cock just slid into her easily. Amy was moaning louder now, obviously enjoying my rough assault on her pussy. I spanked her ass again, but I just could not bring myself to keep hitting her. I thought about raping her ass, but as much as I wanted to hurt Amy at one level, at another I loved her and just wanted all of this to stop. As I felt her ass thrusting back against me, and as I watched her making love to Tim's cock, I started to get melancholy. I stopped thrusting, and my cock quickly deflated. As it slid back out of her, she turned toward me, "Did you cum?" she asked, oblivious. I nodded and backed away. Amy immediately stood up and climbed into Tim's lap. He buried his face into her ample bosom, and she quickly impaled herself onto his glistening shaft. They both started moaning loudly, manifestly relishing each other's bodies. I got up and stumbled to bed. I waited up for a while, but Amy didn't join me before I dozed off. When I woke up the next morning after a fitful night's sleep, I realized that Amy's side of the bed had not been slept in. Neither Tim nor Amy were up when I left for work. It was certainly a blessing of sorts. I could not imagine facing either one of them. I had a miserable day at work, hungover and miserable and I dreaded going home, but ultimately I had nowhere else to go. Amy and Tim were both in the kitchen when I got home. He was wearing sweat pants and t-shirt, and Amy was in her bathrobe, her hair still wet from a recent shower. Tim was drinking a beer, and Amy handed me one without asking. I didn't even have to ask about their day. Their continual glances, his tired smile, and her contented glow made it abundantly clear that they had spent the day screwing each other's brains out. Without saying a word, I took my beer and went upstairs to the master bedroom. The covers were off the bed, allowing the sheets to air out, but the room still reeked of sweat and sex. For some reason the knowledge that they had fucked in my marital bed really got to me. I had lost control of the situation a long time ago, but they seemed to have gone from being furtive and apologetic about their liaisons to being brazen and impenitent, and somehow that made things worse. I gulped my beer and stepped into the shower. I turned the temperature way up, and stepped into the steamy stall. For a few moments, I felt the myself start to relax, but that was only a temporary respite as it suddenly occurred to me that they had probably showered together and fondled each other on this very spot. Sickened, I got out and dried myself off. They had ordered Chinese food for dinner, apparently they were too busy to cook before I got home. Wordlessly, I shoveled down a carton of Lo Mein. Amy said that there was a movie she wanted to see on cable, and I grunted in response. The three of us sat in front of the TV watching the movie. By now unsurprisingly, but still insultingly, Amy sat with Tim on the couch leaving me the armchair. I had trouble focusing on the plot; it was some sort of mystery and I didn't have the energy to pay attention. The fact that I was on my fifth beer didn't help matters either. I was sort of dozing off when I turned to look at Tim and Amy. The drawstring on Tim's sweatpants was undone, and the waistband was pulled down exposing his cock. Amy was resting comfortably, her head on his stomach as she casually sucked the head of his cock like an oversized lollipop. I looked at them in shock, even now unable to believe this cold, sober act of adultery. "What the fuck are you doing," I snapped, "can't you even wait 'til I'm out of the fucking room?" Tim stared at me in surprise, and Amy seemed shocked by my outburst. Amy pulled away from Tim's cock, and stormed off into the kitchen. After a moment, I followed after her. "I'm not gonna stop seeing Tim," Amy said as I entered the kitchen behind her. She was standing with her arms folded, and a somber look on her face. "Do you realize what you are doing?" I asked plaintively. "It was your idea in the first place," she taunted me. "Amy, it wasn't my idea that you'd sleep with him incessantly. Shit, I didn't even ever think anything would happen." "Jack, don't take this the wrong way, but I need Tim. I love you, I only like Tim, but I need him. I've never understood what the phrase 'purely physical attraction' meant until now." "Amy, I can't do this. I can't live like this." She looked at me gravely. "Don't make me choose. Please, don't make me choose," she repeated as a warning. "Tim is only going to be here for another couple of days." I didn't know what to say. Here was my wife basically telling me that she would leave me rather than deny herself another 48 hours of sex with another man. Mutely, I watched as Amy stalked into back into the living room to talk to Tim before ostentatiously heading up the stairs toward the bedroom. I went back into the living room in time to stop Tim from heading up the stairs after her. "Tim, don't do this to me," I begged. Tim just smirked at me. "Do you mind if we use your bed? The sleeper sofa in the basement just doesn't cut it for an active night." "You fucking bastard. Two days ago, you were crying in your fucking beer about Jenny screwing the gardener behind your back. Now you are breaking up _my_ marriage." A flash of anger cross Tim's face as I mentioned Jenny, but he quickly composed himself. In two days Tim had become cold and arrogant. He fixed me with a harsh glare. "You're just jealous because I make Amy cum like she's never cum before." "Goddammit Tim, this isn't about Amy's fucking orgasms. This is about you fucking me over. You think your whole life is better now because my wife can't keep her hands off you?" "Jack, look, it's real simple. Amy is an amazing piece of ass. She's got the body of a porn star, and she fucks like one too. Anyway, it seems to me that your problem is with her, not with me. Every time I turn around she tries to put my dick in her mouth." "You're an asshole," I hissed lamely. "Whatever," he shrugged, "I'm going upstairs now." Defeated I grabbed another beer and slinked away into the basement to be as far away from them as possible. I wallowed in self-pity for a while, but after about half an hour, I decided I'd had enough. It was better to confront them than let this go on. Whether she liked it or not, I was going to make Amy choose. As I approached the bedroom, I could hear them moaning and groaning. They had left the door wide open, their sense of decency and shame long gone. As I approached, I had a moment of optimism. Amy was on her hands and knees with Tim screwing her from behind, but Amy didn't have a rapturous on her face. Instead, her mouth was drawn tight and she was wincing with each thrust. I thought that maybe she had had enough, that Tim's oversized cock had finally worn her out, and that she might now be amenable to ending this nightmare. I stepped into the room, and both Tim and Amy looked up at me without stopping what they were doing. I had rehearsed a little speech on my way up the stairs, and I started to speak, but when I looked at them closer I just stopped. What I hadn't noticed from the doorway was that Tim wasn't screwing Amy's pussy, he was butt fucking her. I just stared in shock as I watched him pound more than half his cock into her ass with every stroke. I was bewildered and frustrated. Amy had been turning away my hints about anal sex for years with the excuse that she had tried it with an old boyfriend and really didn't like it. Now though, she was passively taking Tim horse cock up her ass. Tim seemed like he could read my mind. He grinned smugly and started fucking her harder making her squeal and yelp with each stroke. She looked up at me for a second, and then put her head back down. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "fuck me harder. Fuck my ass with that big, beautiful cock." It was like she was getting off on humiliating me. Tim gave her an unending series of short, hard strokes, making her big tits shake wildly beneath her. He looked at me, and held his hands out, palm up as if to say, "Is this great, or what?" Switching his rhythm, Tim pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slowly drove it back in until he was balls deep in my wife's rear. As he hit bottom, Amy let out an eerie gurgling noise and fell forward onto the bed, her face now buried in the bed cover. He deep dicked her for a while, picking up the pace as he went and pressing her face into the mattress. Amy was moaning and gasping continuously. She reached one hand back between her legs and diddled her clit in time to his thrusts. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned, her hand now alternating between frigging herself off and fondling his egg-sized balls. With a high pitched cry, Amy's whole body shuddered suddenly. "I can feel you cumming," Tim gasped out. "Yes, oh God, yes," she sighed by way of a reply. Tim kept boning her hard. "Your ass feels so good," he said. "Cum in my ass. I want to feel you cum in my ass," Amy pleaded. He grabbed her hips and started pumping even harder. He was now using her ass like a cunt, and Amy was loving the rough assault. "Harder baby, harder, cum in my ass," she grunted sluttily. "Oh yeah, here it comes!" Tim yelled suddenly as he buried his nearly foot long member all the way in. After he came, Tim pulled Amy back up so that they were pressed together, her back to his chest. With his dick still in her ass, he fondled her big tits. She turned her head and they kissed passionately. She turned back to look at me. "Did you have something to say?" "I... I..." I stammered, but I just couldn't seem to form the words in my mouth. I could not think straight watching their sweaty bodies still coupled together. Tim was fondling her nipples and as he rolled those erect raspberries between his thumb and forefinger, Amy's eyes seemed to roll back into her head. She slowly pumped her hips, relishing the feel of him inside her. It was all too much, and I went mute. "That's what I thought," she said contemptuously. Then she turned to Tim and gave him another deep kiss. "You want to take a shower?" "Only if you let me eat your pussy afterwards." Amy groaned with delight, "let's go." They untangled themselves and Amy went into the bathroom with Tim following. Just before stepping inside her turned to me. "Stick around, you'll love what I have planned for later," he said with a cruel laugh. When I heard the shower start up, I grabbed an overnight bag from the closet and packed with a few days worth of clothes. As I was finishing my packing, I could her the two of them moaning above the sounds of shower, and as I exited the room, I could hear the rhythmic slapping of flesh that told of their renewed coupling. I went to a local hotel, and got a room. I didn't call Amy to tell her where I was. I was tempted to call for a escort as a way of getting some sort of revenge for Amy's cheating, but I knew that paying for sex would be a hollow feeling and probably make me feel worse in the long run. So I half-emptied the minibar instead. The next day I went to work, half-expecting a call from Amy, but she didn't call me, and I didn't call her. I went back to the hotel that night, and emptied the other half of the minibar. On Friday after work I finally went home. I knew Tim was supposed to leave that morning, and I hoped he had. Amy was waiting for me in the living room. The house had been thoroughly cleaned and smelled of disinfectant. I didn't want to know what this was meant to cover up. Amy and I didn't say a word. I circled her warily, half-expecting her to tell me she was leaving me, or that Tim was moving in. But she said nothing of the sort, in fact, she said nothing. Instead, she walked up to me, and dropped to her knees submissively. She unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my cock, and proceeded to give me a vigorous tongue bath. I got hard right away, and Amy fucked my dick with her mouth, taking me all the way into her throat. After only a couple of minutes, I was ready to shoot my load when suddenly Amy stopped. For a moment, I feared that she had just been teasing me. But then she turned around and got on her hands and knees. She lifted up her dress to expose her naked ass and shaved snatch. Without any more preliminaries, I moved in tight behind her and shoved my engorged penis into her tight cunt. I pumped her once, twice, three times, and then pulled out. Amy understood what I wanted right away. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, offering me her puckered little bud. I position the head of my cock against her anus, and slowly twisted it in. Amy gasped as the tip pressed past her sphincter. I grabbed her hips, and with one rough thrust hammered my cock all the way into her tight ass. Amy cried out in pain, and started to squirm, but she seemed to realize this was the price she had to pay for her four days with Tim. I raped her ass brutally, reaming her out as hard as I could. Amy was hissing and squealing, but after only a couple of minutes, I came deep into her ass. She waited until I had shot my load, and then she spun around again. Her face was flushed and tear-streaked, and her eyes were red-rimmed. She held my slimy cock in her hand and looked up at me. Then she slowly approached my cock.