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Life Is Good

By: DFWDOM



Tess was thinking about Martin as she was driving to work. The morning was one those gray ugly ones. There was a slight mist and the road wash was trying to stick to the windshield of her car. "Damn I hate this weather," she said to herself while turning on the windshield washer. She finally reached the parking lot and went to her office.

Tess was a pool secretary and had worked for the same company in the same place for fifteen years. She was very happy to have the job and considered herself fortunate considering how she ended up there. 

"Morning, Tess," said the security guard at the door, "lousy weather, isn't it."

"Morning, Dutch," said Tess, "yes, crappy and I hate it, you Ok?"

"Yep, just keeping on keeping on," Dutch said. He couldn't help but notice the faint aroma of her perfume as she passed through the security check-point. He had always admired her appearance in the three years he had worked there. She was very well put together for a woman of her age. She had never mentioned how old she was but she had told him of her children and grandchildren, giving him the impression that she was in her fifties.

Every work day morning Dutch greeted Tess in much the same manner as this day. It was a special moment for him. He watched her walk through the door leading to her office and could not help noticing her beauty, as he always did.

Tess was a bit overweight but not in a distracting way. Her curves only enhanced her pin-up looking face. She had full red lips and dark brown eyes that had a seductive look about them. Dutch watched Tess disappear down the hall and thought, "Man, I sure would like to have some of that, her husband is a very lucky guy." Then he sat his big burly body back down on his chair and stared out the door into the filling parking lot.

As Tess was walking down the hall to her office she still had her husband, Martin, on her mind. They had a very serious conversation the night before and the ramifications of that conversation were swirling in her mind.

"Hey Tess, did you hear?" A voice from behind Tess snapped her back to the present. It was Gloria, her good friend who worked for the same company but on the second floor.

"Hear what?" asked Tess as she put her purse and keys on her desk.

"All the computers are down," said Gloria as she rounded the corner into Tess' cube, "and they say that it's going to take all day to bring them back up."

"What the hell are we going to do all day if the computers are down?"

"Well, they just posted this bulletin saying that we can take the day off if we want," said Gloria, a big smile on her face.

"That's great, but what am I going to do? The weather is lousy and dreary and I don't want to just sit around the house with nothing to do. Martin is gone to his sister's for the day and I would be all by myself. Can't we find something around here to do?"

"Yes, we could do a lot boring filing shit, if you call that something to do," said Gloria in her own cooing way.

Tess wished she had Gloria's energy and exuberance. Gloria was always "up" and bubbly.

"Not for me, but I don't want to sit around the house. Maybe I'll go shopping."

"I've got an idea," said Gloria, "Why don't we go over to my house, have some coffee or something and do a bit of gossiping? Doug will be at work all day and we can be good company for each other."

"Sounds like a plan to me, I'll meet you there in about thirty minutes." Tess was relieved that she wasn't going to have to brood about the house all day thinking about the conversation with Martin last night.

"Great!" exclaimed Gloria in her own energetic way, "See you there."

Tess and Martin had visited Gloria and Doug in their home on several occasions and Tess knew the way very well. That was fortunate because Tess had what felt like a bag of rocks on her chest and was paying more attention to that weighty feeling than to her driving. It was as if she were in the bottom of a dry well and had no way to get out. The loud honk from the car behind her brought Tess back to her senses. The light had turned green and she was just sitting there. She looked into the mirror and saw the angry man in the car gesturing for her to move on. As she accelerated her thoughts went back to the conversation with Martin.

"It's entirely up to you," Martin had said, "we can go on like this and have a decent sex life or we can do what I propose and have a great sex life. I think our whole life would be enhanced and we would both be happier. We are not spring chickens and don't have a lot of time. But, like I said, it's entirely up to you."

That thought filled Tess' mind as she turned into Gloria's half-circle driveway and parked in the center next to the front door of the house. She noticed Gloria's car in the garage and wondered how she could have beaten her here. In a moment the front door opened. Gloria appeared in the doorway and waved to Tess, "Come on in, I've got a pot of coffee going."

Gloria's home was one of those old English tudors that she and Doug had bought for a song and spent thousands fixing up. The charm of hardwood floors and beveled glass was still there and was complimented by the antique furniture that Gloria had so tastefully chosen. The flames in the stone fireplace in the den were flickering and weaved their way through the oak logs. The effect was warming and took the chill off the cold drizzle that fell outside. Tess shivered as she removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack hanging from the adjoining entrance foyer.

"That fire looks so good, it's just awful outside."

"The coffee will be ready in a few minutes." Gloria said, "What's with the serious look, something bothering you?"

Gloria and Tess sat down in two big easy chairs that faced the glowing fireplace. "Oh, nothing that concerns you, I've just had a few things on my mind lately."

"Well," said Gloria, "Sometimes it helps to talk to an old friend and get things off your chest. Back in flash, gotta get the coffee."

"I'll help," said Tess as she followed Gloria into the kitchen. "I just love your place. It has that old-world charm yet is very functional. I especially like this hutch where you brewed the coffee. It is an antique isn't it?"

Gloria was getting the cups and saucers from the glassed-in cabinet of the hutch, "Not really, we got it at a garage sale and Doug spent one whole summer refinishing it, making it look like an antique." Gloria poured the coffee and she and Tess walked back to the den.

"Whew," spewed Tess, "This feels so good. I haven't had time to relax like this in a while."

"Does, doesn't it."

They both sat in the easy chairs and sipped their coffee. After a few minutes Gloria jumped up said, "Let's go out to the sunroom. I've got to have a cigarette and the sunroom is the only place we allow smoking in the house. Doesn't stink up the place," she laughed.

"What?" gasped Tess, "I thought you had quit smoking, your new health kick, you know."

"We did," said Gloria as Tess followed her to the back of the house and out into the sunroom. It was attached to the rest of the house by a short enclosed walkway. "For one day," she laughed again.

Gloria and Tess made themselves comfortable on the glider lounge that faced the gaslight fireplace that was situated in a corner of the room. "We stay out here more than in the house," said Gloria, "Warm enough?"

"Yes," said Tess as she sipped the last of her coffee, "this feels good."

Gloria pulled a Winston out of the pack and lit up. The smoke she exhaled swirled up to the smoke eater that quietly hummed as it hung from the ceiling above them. "Now that's good coffee. Do you remember that line?"

"No I don't, but if you don't mind I'll have one of those Winstons."

A shocked look came over Gloria's face. "You? You the most proper and no-smoking Tess wants a cigarette? I can't believe it!"

"Well, believe it, I've just hidden it better than you. I usually have a few with Martin when we have our happy hour on the deck or in the garage."

"You mean that you go to the garage to smoke?"

"Sure do, other things, too."

"Ooooh," cooed Gloria, "I'd like to hear more about those "other things"."

"You just might," laughed Tess, "but may I ask a big favor?"

"Of course, darling, what would that be?" asked Gloria with a distinct sound of curiosity in her voice.

"I would like a glass of wine, if you don't mind. This is good coffee but I feel like a glass of wine and I don't care if it is just ten o'clock in the morning."

"Well, well," said Gloria, "A lady after my own heart. What will it be? Red, white or what?"

"White zinfandel if you have it," Tess said with a sly smile.

"I do." With that Gloria skipped out to the bar. In a minute or so she appeared back in the sunroom with a bottle of white zinfandel and two crystal wine glasses. "Here you are, my dear."

Tess poured the wine and lit up her Winston. As she exhaled she let out a definite sigh of relaxation.

"Girl, I never thought I'd see you smoke." laughed Gloria, "And I mean this in the most positive way, it seems that you have let loose a little bit. I mean, you are the one that's always little Miss Proper."

Tess leaned her head back on the comfortable lounge and blew another stream of blue smoke up to the smoke eater. Her eyes closed for a moment and another sigh of relief came from deep within her.

"Ok, let's have it," said Gloria, "what is on your mind?"

Tess took a few sips of wine and another drag off her Winston. "Oh, it's really nothing." she sighed, "Martin and I have an issue that needs working out and I am kind of at a loss on what to do. Don't worry, it'll all work out."

"Right, and the Pope sells rubbers on the side." snapped Gloria, "Talk to me, maybe I can help. And if I can't what have you lost?" She then took a big swig of her wine and waited for Tess to say something.

They both sat on the lounge smoking their Winstons and drinking their wine. After a few minutes that seemed forever to Gloria, she jumped up and poured more wine. "Well?" she whispered into Tess' ear.

Tess could feel the warming effects of the wine and she felt her tense muscles relaxing. She was beginning to feel very comfortable. "Promise me you won't laugh or something? It's a little embarrassing."

"Maybe a little," kidded Gloria.

"Come on, I'm serious."

"I'm sorry. I know you're serious and I will be, too."

"Ok." said Tess as she took her wine in larger and larger sips. "Here I go. Gloria, you and I have been friends for what, ten years? We first met when Martin and I started seeing each other. You knew then how much I loved him and what he meant to me."

"That's true," said Gloria, "you really fell for him. Must have been his big cock."

"Serious, remember serious?" hissed Tess.

"I'm sorry, go on."

Tess continued, "We've always had great sex. Before we were married we simply blew each other away. Then one day about a year before we got married Martin told me that he wanted to swing, you know, wife swap. I was startled but agreed to talk about it more. Gloria, I know that you think I'm a prude, but I'm not really. I've always been sexual, from the time I was a little girl. So this new revelation didn't so much shock me as it did surprise me. Martin had never shown me that side. He told me that he and his previous wife had dabbled in swinging and he was really turned on by it. We discussed the ramifications of it and I decided it wasn't for me. I told Martin that I was very happy with things just as they were, you know, monogamy. Martin was very disappointed, to say the least."

"After we were married the subject came up again. Martin reminded me that he had told me of his desires prior to our marriage and wanted to readdress the issue. I reminded him that I had told him I didn't want to swing and thought that was the end of it. Well, it wasn't. Martin kept pestering me and after a while I reluctantly agreed to give it a try. I love sex and I love Martin and maybe we could try it. Gloria, I won't bore you with many of the details but here is what happened."

"We put an ad in a swingers site, started going to a swingers nightclub and met a few couples. Much to my surprise all the wives were bi. That really turned me off. We did swing with a few couples but they soon stopped calling because I was not bi and wouldn't engage in those activities with any of them. That's not exactly true. One gal was sucking my tits while Martin and her husband were fingering and licking my pussy. They were really having a good time and I was loving getting my pussy worked over by two men. But I just couldn't take her sucking my tits. I yelled out that I was not bi. That did it. They got dressed and left, never to be heard of again."

Gloria interrupted, "Did you suck the other guy's cock?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Tess, "I had rather suck cock than eat and I have sucked many a cock. I loved the extra cock I was getting but was turned off by the bi women, so Martin proposed that we go in a different direction. He proposed that we seek out only single men and we would have threesomes. Martin loves to watch me fuck other men and I must admit that I love him watching me fuck. It's a big turn on for both of us. So, we met this guy in the swingers nightclub."

"Lordy he was beautiful, Gloria. He had beautiful gray hair, was tanned and muscular. We were sitting at the bar when he came in and I nearly fell off my barstool when I saw him. It didn't take too long before he came over and sat by Martin. They soon started a conversation and he introduced himself to us. His name was Vince."

"We small talked for a while and then Vince asked me to dance. I could hardly breathe must less walk and didn't know if I could make it to the dance floor. Somehow I did and before I knew it Vince had me in his arms and we were moving, not so much dancing, just moving with our bodies pressed together. His aroma made my pussy wet. I couldn't believe it. Anyway he asked me what we were doing there and I told him we were looking for couples, my mind wasn't working so well. He said that we were in the right place but if we would settle for a single man he was available. Then he cupped my breasts and kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth. I thought I was going to faint. Are you listening to me, Gloria? You seem to be distracted."

"Are you nuts? I'm enthralled. I was just listening in a kind of glow."

"A glow? Whatever." said Tess. She refilled her glass and lit up another Winston. She looked at Gloria squarely in the eyes, "Shall I continue?"

"Absolutely," said Gloria, "It's just getting interesting."

"Alright. After the dance Vince and I rejoined Martin at the bar. I was careful to sit between them. Vince discreetly pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants and guided my hand to it. I took his cock in my hand and started rubbing it. With the dance and feeling Vince's cock my pussy was really getting wet."

"Martin had seen all of this and he nodded his approval to me. He asked me if I wanted to fuck Vince and I eagerly told him that I did. Martin and Vince talked for a moment in a sort of huddle. Martin then looked at me and told me to get my wrap, we were going to meet Vince at our house. God I was nervous."

Gloria interrupted again, "Why were you nervous? You had already screwed other men in Martin's presence."

Tess took a gulp of wine and turned to Gloria, "You know, having sex with the other men was good and I know Martin loved it, but this guy Vince was something else. I longed and ached for him. I wanted him badly and that is what was making me nervous. I was afraid of the effect my longing for Vince would have on Martin and on me."

Gloria was listening to Tess intently and she noticed that her pussy was starting to moisten. She changed positions on the lounge in hopes that Tess would not notice her emerging excitement. "Look, wine's gone. No prob, I'll get another bottle."

As Gloria rose from the lounge Tess said, "Don't get more just for me, I'm not feeling much pain as it is."

"Well, I want some more and you have more if you want. Don't lose your buzz, you're just now getting to the good part. Be right back."

While Gloria was gone Tess was thinking about the discussion she and Martin had the night before.

"Look, Tess," Martin was saying, "I have always said that I would never expect you to do anything that you didn't want to do. Before we were married I explained to you my sexual desires. You were shocked but agreed to try the swinging scene. After we were married we did just that. However, that ended when you discovered that most of the women were bi and you just could not bring yourself to engage in bi activities. Then we tried threesomes with other men as the third party. That ended for some reason that I can't put my finger on. Seeking anything that would somewhat satisfy my kinky desires I asked you to at least openly flirt with other men and then tell me about it. Nothing happened. Then I asked that we do some light submissive role play. No way."

"My point so far is that I have been true to my original stance that I would never ask you to do something that you didn't want to do, whatever the reason. In fact, I admire you for at least giving some things a try, even though the result has always been the same, you didn't want to. So here we are just about where we started. And that's OK. I love you and respect all your feelings. I just want you to know that, in my view, you are missing out on some very exciting activities that we would both enjoy and would enhance our life."

"What I need from you is a final decision from you because I am frustrated. Are we or we not going to pursue any of the kinky activities I want? I don't want your decision now. I want you to consider everything and perhaps tell me your decision later this week. Whatever your decision, we will move forward and live our lives accordingly."

Tess said, "Martin, you know that I love you above all things and would do almost anything for you. All I have ever wanted is to love my husband and children. Why do we have to have any of those things in our life? Don't we have a good sex life? I think we do. I am very satisfied with just the way it is. Are you saying that just me is not enough?"

"You are enough." Martin replied, "In a vanilla relationship you are enough. It's just that I don't want a vanilla relationship. However, I'm willing to live that way with you and enjoy whatever satisfaction I get out of it, but I do want more. Wanting and having are two different things."

Tess snapped back to the present as Gloria came back holding a fresh bottle of wine. "Want a refill, Hon?"

"Just a bit more."

"So, you, Martin and this guy Vince had a really good time?"

"We sure as hell did. Vince was one of the best fucks I ever had. And he was so good looking and sexy. He fucked my brains out and I nearly sucked his beautiful cock off. Gloria, after it was over and Vince went home Martin and I had the very best sex together."

"We had a couple more threesomes, one with this guy named Darren that had a cock that was just too big. But sex with him was wonderful and he was wonderful. The problem with him was that I thought he was falling for me and I cut that off."

"So that is what's bothering you? You feel guilty about loving sex with other men?" asked Gloria with a slight sarcasm in her voice, "And you were afraid they might get serious with you? Did you tell Martin about those feelings?"

"No, that's not all that's bothering me. I did tell Martin about those feelings and he thought I was silly. He said that he loved the fact that I liked Vince so much and that Darren might be falling for me. He said all that made it all the more fun and intriguing. The other thing bothering me is that Martin has tried light submissive stuff with me and I just don't like it. He sent off for some sort of nipple rings that attach to my nipples. Martin said they were supposed to bring me pleasure but they hurt. So we don't do that any more. He has asked me to flirt with guys and then tell him about. I can't bring myself to do that. He even would like me to fuck someone without him there and then tell him about it. I can't do any of that and I'm afraid it will hurt our marriage." Tess fired up another Winston and sipped her wine. "What do you think about all that, Gloria?"


Life Is Good



I am already asleep when Yuki slides into bed with me. We have had separate rooms for years but we’ve always slept together…for as long as I can remember and even before that. Yuki and I are fraternal twins. He was quite likely spooning me in the womb, before becoming my “big brother” by nudging me aside and entering the world 22 minutes before me.

The mattress shifts slightly with his weight and when Yuki lifts the covers, air warmed by my body drifts across my face. A cold draft of air rides in on Yuki’s long body and still mostly asleep, I move against him trying to replace his chill with my warmth. I’m wearing a tank top with a tiny pink ribbon bow between my breast and boy-cut panties. Yuki is only wearing skin so his body temperature quickly adjusted to mine.

Yuki’s scent is soon drifting the tiny drafts of heat wafting from beneath the blankets. He smells seaweed soap, Paul Mitchell shampoo and something else…something musky and spicy. I roll over to face him. Fully awake now, I move closer and burrow my nose against his smooth broad chest, inhaling, trying to find the source of that “something” scent. 

That warm spicy Yuki-smell makes me press my thighs together in a creamy rush of heat and compels me to lick his tiny nipples. I rub my whole body against him, sleepy, warm, cat-like, my own nipples tiny tight pebbles beneath cotton...satin skin and cotton against raw silk. My little cunny is damp and hot behind my panties. Shorter than Yuki by a good 7 inches my narrow feet rub rhythmically up and down his nearly hairless calves.

Yuki groans quietly. Submitting for now. Letting me wallow in his smell. His feel. Letting me rub myself all over him and line our bodies up until we are face to face, cock to pussy. His hard cock refuses to give against my dry humping and soon it is forcing the crotch of my panties up inside me. The cloth abrading against my sensitive flesh brings another wet rush between my legs. Yuki, moaning, his cock-head buried a mere inch inside me, feels the increase in damp heat. 

I’m making those little noises that I make when I want. Little begging noises, catches in my breathing. I want Yuki buried to his balls in my sticky puss. I want him to shove himself to the hilt and then fuck me in and out in and out fast hard strokes until I come.  And then I want Yuki to come…to come inside me. Deep and hard. 

I want him to bathe my womb with his spunk. I want to smell my brother’s come on me every time I spread my legs. That’s my wicked secret. I always want to be full of his slippery cum. I love the way our scents commingle inside me and how my pussy smells after we fuck. I love the way his come works its way slowly out of me all day long when we fuck right before we leave for school. All day long I’ll have a damp crotch and a cum residue in my panties. And all day I’ll be in such a state of sexual tension that the boys at school can almost smell it and they’ll follow me around like I’m some sort of bitch in heat.

I love going into the girl’s room between classes and smelling our hot sexy aroma when I drop my panties. I smell like sex and Yuki. Spicy, salty, sweet come and female musk. I’m can’t resist touching myself. I only mean to get a bit of the creamy spend oozing out for a quick taste, but usually, I end up sticking my finger a little deeper and before I know it I’m fucking myself with the mint green handle of a free-with-purchase brush from the Clinique Counter and biting my hand to keep from moaning Yuki’s name out loud when I come. 

I have my arms around Yuki’s neck, rocking, trying to force him a little higher inside me. We are face to face, watching each other in the multi-hued light from the 'Cowboy Bebop' nightlight where Spike watches us, his molded plastic face dour and softly glowing. Yuki has his hands on my hips, working me, thrusting as far as the thin wet cotton fabric will allow.

Our mouths are touching but we aren’t kissing. Our damp lips rub against each other. Breath gusting in and out, breathing each other’s air. I take his full lower lip and suck it into my mouth, worrying it with my teeth. God, I love his mouth. His full lower lip and the slick skin just inside his mouth. I bite; I suck and hang on with my teeth as I slowly pull my mouth away. Yuki oozes precum and thrusts one hard thrust when I nip his lip almost to the point of real pain before letting it go. He forces cock and wet panty another half inch higher. 

“Oh baby girl...” Yuki whispers in a warm gust against the soft, sensitive skin of my neck. “I’m going to put my dick up inside you, okay, baby?”

Yuki nips my lower lip as payback for my bite and then rolls me underneath his lean swimmers body. His hands push my beribboned powder-pink HelloKitty tank over my head while his hips continue to hump against my mound. With my top off, Yuki is able to take most my firm small breast and hard little nipples into his mouth. 

“Oh, God, you taste good, baby.” He mumbles around my flesh as he bites my left nipple, making me gasp and then moan when he laves it with his warm tongue to take away the sting.

“Yuki…unh…” I try to say more but he moves onto his knees, straddling my hips. His fat cock, rooted in a silky nest of black hair, is jutting out from his belly and he’s so beautiful and my chest is so tight with emotion that I cannot speak. He has knelt over my naked body many, many times before. We’ve been lovers since before we had names for the physical acts that we preformed together. But seeing him, long and honey skinned in the faint light, I am consumed with what I understand is the not completely sane desire to be his only lover forever. 

“Fuck me, Yuki.” I whisper, when I can speak, in a tight voice, desire and maybe a bit of insanity making my soft voice hoarse. “Please, brother, I need you inside me.”

Yuki grins a maniac’s grin and grabs both my breast, twisting my nipples just hard enough. My body jerks in reaction and I cream already sodden panties. 

“My baby sister wants some cock?” Yuki croons as he bends to lick the flat of his tongue across my lips, twisting my nipples all the while. Licking my lips, my neck, my ears. Sucking my earlobes and lower lip, biting me…marking me, Yuki works himself into a frenzy. He is tugging my nipples, tongue fucking my mouth and humping my tummy in an increasingly frantic rhythm.

“Umph, uhn, Yuki, Yuki…” My almost naked body is moving with him. My skin is too small and I want to crawl inside Yuki. I want him to crawl inside me. Wet trails of precum on my tummy mark the path of his thrusting cock and my thighs are now wet half way to my knees from my leaking pussy.

“Baby, baby…” Yuki stops eating my mouth and moves down my body, his lips never loosing contact with my skin as he sucks and suckles his way down to my abdomen. He licks his own precum off the smooth skin of my stomach and then blows his hot breath across my damp skin.

I bury my fingers in his too thick black hair and stroke and scratch and rub his scalp. Yuki lies with his left cheek on my trembling abdomen and watches his right hand toy with my thighs, stroking higher and higher until he reaches dampness where my pussy has leaked though my panties. Yuki moans low and deep.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them with a guttural moan. I moan in chorus, creaming still more.

Yuki puts his hand back on my thighs and rakes two fingers across the sodden crotch, nails pressing my clit. My body convulses. 

“Yuki…”

Yuki turns his head and looks up at my face over my little breast, my abraded nipples red and tight from his tongue and teeth. “I’m going to take your panties off, baby, okay?” He cups my pussy and taps my engorged clit through the fabric. I twitch and my skin gets smaller still. “I’ve been trying to hold off…” Long fingers flirt with the tight elastic edge between my legs, lifting it, but not sliding under. I whimper.

Yuki kneels beside me and slides the pink low-rise briefs down my legs. When he gets them off he puts them to his nose and inhales deeply. Then, looking me right in the eye he starts lapping my pussy juice off the wet cotton. He moans at the sweetness, his eyes closing, cock humping air as he licks the crotch of my panties like a dog.

“Oh…” Two fingers find my sticky hole and biting my lip I start, rubbing, fingers sinking into warm wet cream.

Yuki takes a last lap and then draws on the fabric one last time, making a terribly erotic sucking noise before dropping the panties on the floor beside the bed. He reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp.  I don’t stop fingering myself. Yuki always turns on the light if he can. He likes to look at me in light. He’s told me he likes to be able to see the perfectly smooth pearly pink folds of my pussy. He also likes to watch his fat cock disappear inside me over and over again. And after he comes inside me, he likes to see my pussy, pink and shiny, oozing with his seed.

“That’s it, Pretty. Your sweet fuck hole looks so tiny.” There is something akin to awe in Yuki’s voice as two of his big fingers join my own, slipping around my folds, pressing my clit. 

I moan at his dirty words and arch my back, little titties thrusting out, pussy opening for my brother’s fingers. 

Yuki works one, then two fingers inside my tight channel. I moan and bite my swollen lip against the fullness, my hips flexing trying to suck him in and out. 

“So tight…baby sister, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I’m going to put it so fucking deep inside.” Yuki starts to finger fuck me in earnest…two thick long fingers, stuffing them as far inside me as he can reach, his thumb grazing my asshole with each down thrust. “Big brother’s going to fuck you so deep. Deeper than any other man can. No man will ever fill up baby sister’s pussy like I can.” He thrusts harder and deeper. “No one can give you what I can…no one.”

Yuki replaces his hand with his mouth. He opens his mouth wide and covers my whole pussy. His tongue presses up inside where his fingers have just been. Yuki holds my legs over his shoulders and eats and sucks and tongue fucks my tender pink hole until every muscle in my body tightens and I come on his face. 

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it come for me.” Yuki’s voice is hoarse and he is humping his cock against the bed. He continues to lap at my swollen pussy lips and sucks them into his mouth, tugging gently before letting them go. His tongue goes on a foray deep into my wet tunnel, mining out my cream. He moans at the rich taste. He bites the inside of my thigh. Hard enough to bruise. My pussy pulses.

"Yuki!" I gasp in pain and pleasure.

“Now, it’s time.” Yuki whispers sliding up my body. “Now I get fuck you.” His hard cock rubs up my calf, up my thigh until he reaches the rich wet delta between my legs. “Pretty pink puss all wet and ready for your big brother, right, baby?”

“Yes, oh, yes…” I gasp as his meaty cock nudges my little pussy looking for my hole and finding it. Yuki presses steadily into me, moving his dick higher and tighter until he bottoms out. I feel him pressing up into my womb and that never ending wash of heat pulses through the tingling walls of my sex. 

My pussy stretches to accommodate Yuki’s cock. I feel full almost to the point of pain but not quite. It’s not that he’s freakishly huge, but more a combination of his size and my lack of it.

Yuki is watching his cock slid in and out of me. He withdraws until you can just see where the swollen head flares like a mushroom and then he sinks back in, slowly, watching his big prick disappear, my little pink pussy membranes obviously stretching to accommodate him. 

I watch him watch his cock glide in and out. His breathing is labored and his thrusts gradually increase. He forces my legs higher and bores into my pussy with more and more force.  My tiny tits jiggle in time to his thrusts and my eraser shaped nipples are stone hard when I roll them hard between my fingers. 

My eyes are closed my head is tossing uncontrollably as I roughly tug on my nipples. I’m making incoherent noise low in my throat and I know I’m going to come again and I’m so glad. I get to come with Yuki’s cock inside me and with any luck, my orgasm with trigger his and my pussy contractions will ring every sweet drop of spunk out of his balls, keeping it deep in my womb.

“Yui…fuck, Yui…baby sister, I want to come inside you.” 

Yuki and I are both sheened in sweat and breathing as if we’ve run a hundred yard sprint. I grip his head in my hands, holding him close, eye to eye.

“Do it. Come in me, big brother.” I arch my back and my womb tightens, tingling. I can feel it, the climax is right there. I bite his lips and lick his mouth softly. Our wet lips touching, we maintain eye contact. Sharing air. “Fill me up with your cum.” I whisper and just imagining it is enough to send me over.

“Yuki!” My already tight pussy tightens and squeezes around Yuki’s thrusting cock and it’s too much for him.

“Oh, God…” Yuki’s strokes are short and erratic until he finally forces himself to the hilt, and then deeper, spraying all his sweet juice deep inside me. “Yui…” He murmurs still twitching and thumping in response to the pulsing ripples of my sheath. “God, Yui, I love to fuck you more than anything else in this world.”

Yuki kisses me softly and sort of half-heartedly thrusts his hips. His dick, still hard, acts as a plug, keeping his cream deep inside me. I hum in pleasure at that thought and at the creamy wet sucking noise our bodies make together. We shift to our sides with Yuki still inside me. He holds my right leg over his hip, with every intention of keeping his cock in my warm snug hole.

I hum my satisfaction with the sleeping arrangement, smiling at Yuki in contentment. My eyes are heavy with satiation and sleep. “I love you, Yuki.”

“I love you, too, Yui.” Yuki kisses my forehead very gently and snuggles me more tightly against him, one hand on my thigh to keep it thrown over his hip, the other clutching my bottom, finger trailing in my cleft, his middle finger gently massaging my asshole. My pussy contracts deeply with lazy pleasure. I’m content…

I’m warm, sleepy, well fucked and I have a belly full of my brother’s cum. Life is good.



Life Is Good



With our family grown, Kim and I started redefining 'us' as a couple. We tried several new hobbies and did some traveling. We were looking for the pattern our lives would take in this new definition. That was two years ago and it lasted six months. My younger brother was killed in a climbing accident leaving a grieving young widow and an adopted daughter; my family tradition requires that the next eligible male in the family marry the widow. There weren't any; my son was already married; so Kay, my sister, and her daughter, Terri moved in with us. They were devastated with their loss and for a year and half went through the motions of life. 

Terri, my adopted niece, started working in my office about the end of this time. I have always enjoyed her company and found her an attractive and enjoyable workmate. Watching her at the counter talking to a client, her short skirt molding to a most pleasing rear I began thinking again of things I would like to do with that rear. I enjoy watching women and never planned on acting out my thoughts. My wife tolerates my hobby but doesn't appreciate me coming to her feeling amorous. Sex with Kim is good not great and by my measure very seldom. She just won't enjoy it. 

Lunchtime creeps up slowly and finally Terri and I abandon the office to walk home for lunch. The first few blocks we walk quickly with no contact and talk of many things. The warm spring air and the young beauty beside me raise my spirits. We hold hands the last block. "Why aren't you dating these days?" I ask. 

"You asking?" is her impish reply.

That seems to be a challenge. "Yes, Dinner and a movie, Friday! Kim and Kay are doing that charity thing." I race through the words afraid I won't have the courage to finish.

"I'll be dressed and waiting" is her response as we climb the steps to our door.

I am definitely in the mood as we get home. Entering to the warm smells of lunch, I step behind my wife, giving her a hug as I stroke her small firm breasts. Knowing how long it takes to warm her up I start at noon and maybe by bedtime I'll get some. She accepts the caress without comment and turns from my kiss to put the food on the table. "You have little enough time, don't spend it fooling around." is her invitation to eat. Silence reigns as we eat and in moments, it seems, Terri and I are returning to work.

We aren't out of the yard when Terri's question hits me, "Why does Aunt Kim dislike being touched so much?"

"I don't know and I wish she were different" is all I can say! We walk in silence. I feel Terri's hand take mine, squeeze it gently between both of hers and continue to hold it warmly in front of her as we make our way through the streets of our small town. 

Evening comes and our routine continues; dinner, an evening of writing letters and reading interspersed by easy conversation with the three women in my life. Soon it is time for bed and I haven't come close to my wife let alone been affectionate. As we climb into bed I slide over to her side to cuddle and hold her but she is cold. "I'm not in the mood. If you want to keep Kay in the family why don't you ask her, maybe she's in the mood?" These words are spoken quietly, calmly and in a way that suggests she has thought this over before hand. In three seconds I know my response. 

Rolling over slowly under the covers, aware of each movement, I slide my legs over the side and sit up; picking up my robe I leave for another shower. I need time to think. The water beats down on my shoulders and back as the steam fills the tiny compartment. I am envisioning Kay's slim dancer's build, full hips and lips that could do so much more than smile and I'm wondering at my wife's response in the morning. 

When the water turns cold I step from the shower and towel off. Taking my robe I walk through the house slipping my arms through the sleeves and tying the belt as I make my way to the wing Kay and Terri occupy. I stop opposite Terri's door, it's ajar and I can see her preparing for bed. The teddy she wears is shear and way too small for her. The top doesn't reach her navel and has given up any effort at controlling her breasts. The panties fail in a valiant effort to cover her developing womanly hips and the thought crosses my mind that she would be more comfortable naked than trying to accommodate outdated morals. I love her olive complexion, high cheekbones and that fantastic rear. I will find the courage to talk to her about this, I promise myself and with regret I move on.

A few steps further I reach for a door handle, I don't knock or call out; I just enter as though I belong. Kay is startled; sitting at her dresser, her back straight, her left hand covering her mouth to stop a gasp, her right holding a brush half way down her long auburn tresses. Frozen for an instant, her hands, her long luscious hair, the gauze of a nightgown covering her reflection in the mirror and her eyes. I will remember that pose and those eyes for a long time.

Without a word I step across the room, taking the brush from her hand I continue with her hair. My eyes trace her reflection in the mirror; my mind consumes her beauty my hand deals with the brush. I am a patient man; willing to let this unfold, as it will. Only once do her hands rise to close her robe, she is aware of her reflection in the mirror. I frown and her hands stop. She sits allowing me to gaze at her and brush her hair. 

When our eyes meet in the mirror and I sense her heart beating faster I place the brush quietly on the dresser and allow my hand to brush her right breast as I straighten. She gasps at the touch but holds contact with my eyes. Taking her shoulders I lift her from the chair and turn her to face me. Without a mirror between us I bend to her lips and sense her robe falling to the floor as her arms reach around my neck and her lips open to meet mine. We learn quickly and our kisses become more impassioned and soon my tongue is exploring her mouth and she is trying to reach mine. Her body is pressed against me with an urgency I feel in myself. I know I have the freedom to allow my hands to start their first exploration of her warm body. In that instant my life changed.

As my hands warm to the firm flesh under them I feel Kay's hands push the robe from my shoulders. I stand naked in the embrace of the vision of many of my fantasies. Her smile sends shivers through me as her hands stroke my back and she holds herself open to my exploration.

My hands are slow. I listen to her heartbeat and breathing and move to their rhythm. Her breasts are smooth and firm; I adore them, stroke them and kiss them. The nipples stand proud and I listen again to her heart. Slowing, I kiss her breasts again, sucking each nipple listening for her response. Somewhere in the haze of feeling we find the bed and I trace a path from breast to breast to navel. Then listening to whimpers and moans I explore Kay's legs starting at her feet. Caressing the soles and tickling between her toes I move upward along her claves to the backs of her knees kissing each in turn. Her thighs are my next targets; exploring and touching with my hands and my tongue I elicit more moans of pleasure and slowly travel on. The junction between her thighs is my real target. My lips find hers and carefully I separate them to find her bud standing tall awaiting me. Her sighs and moans as I reach her center fire my lust. Pacing myself, I explore her moist center and that sensitive nub at the top of her sex. 

"Take me, please! I want you in me." Kay is getting frantic with the feelings and I'm doing everything I can to last long enough to bring her to the finish I want. Her hands grasp my hair to pull me up and I grasp her wrists and holding her hands to the side I continue with my mouth, I can feel her climb the last steps and fall into a climax. Gently I attend to her while she comes down and then I enter her for the first time.

Our lovemaking takes hours and each moment is heaven. Long into the darkness we succumb to sleep. 

In the early light of morning my eyes open and I recall the nights events. Kay is sleeping soundly so I quietly lift her arm from my chest and slip again from another bed. Is this to be my lot in life? I know Kim likes to cuddle in the morning and this morning I want to be there. With the first warmth of morning I crawl under the covers and warm my hands before embracing my wife in her sleep. With a murmur of contentment Kim snuggles closer and I cup her familiar breasts. We dose and cuddle, my arm going to sleep. I can feel a stir in my crotch that belies the entertainment in another part of the house and Kim awakes slowly turning into my embrace. Her smile is welcome and by her motions she is well aware of the erection between my legs. I can't help but compare the two women and respond to this one as I have the other. This is building into quite a day. With the practice of years we join and dance the slow dance of love. With ease we can touch the right spots and tickle the right places and in only a little while climb the long stair to the peak of our release. I hold Kim close as we both return to earth after our morning encounter and slowly we both raise our eyes to look at each other. The joy and welcome I see in my partner is the greatest gift I could have asked for.

Breakfast is special in this house. Everyone has a role to play and it is all centered around arriving at the breakfast table at the same time as the food. This morning is no exception. Kim and I made love before rising and still breakfast is ready when I step from the shower and dress for the day.

Entering the kitchen I am confronted by three beautiful sets of eyes. It seems everyone is privy to the nights' goings on. Putting on a brave face I sit at the table not in the least prepared for anything the night before might bring.

Breakfast begins as it has so many mornings before, a flurry of hands serving and helping in a choreographed dance designed to include everyone and satisfy all. Kim's eyes smile, as they meet mine, as she serves up the bacon, Kay 's look is conspiratorial as she pours the coffee and Terri passes the toast and winks.

Terri and I leave for the office first, our usual morning chatter is missing. As we reach the corner the silence gets heavy, then "Did you sleep with my mother last night?" Terri's question is tentative and soft.

I think for a moment trying to see a way out of this. With no window of escape I respond with a simple "Yes."

Terri's face lights up with the energy of youth envisioning something desired. "She looked a lot happier this morning. I'm glad. I hope you have enough to go around!" 

My mouth drops open at this comment. "What do you mean by that?" Not the best of comebacks, but the best I had.

"Friday night is all!" It was delivered with some force and I realized this lady intends to be part of the party. My day drifts past in a haze. I accomplish nothing in terms of my livelihood. My staff carries the workload, Terri among them. At the end of the day Terri and I stroll home, hand in hand, at a leisurely pace. Talk of work soon dwindles and for a while I am again lost in my thoughts. My reverie is broken by Terri's voice. I shake myself to come back to the present. "Will you make love to me like you have Kay and Kim?" Her voice is tentative and uncertain.

My heart rate steps up a pace. This is a question based on many conclusions. "I will make love with you if you want. I don't know what form that will take until my dreams are made real. Are you sure you want that to happen?"

"Yes. I've never wanted anything more in my life." Her hand squeezes mine and warm chills rush up my back. Terri enters before me and I can hear Kay's car pull into the garage as I close the front door. I go through the living room to say hello to Kim. My hug is welcomed with a kiss and a bright smile. I release my wife and turning to the garage entrance I am welcomed by another pair of smiling eyes. Kay drops her bags and steps into my arms for a welcome home kiss. I am enjoying this but I'm still at a loss as to what is happening to my world.

The surface of dinner conversation seems normal, work, groceries and plans for the weekend. My heart stops, we are getting very close to Friday night, I hold my breath as I see my world crumble around me. Kim reminds us that Friday is the craft fair and Kay will be going with her. The hall is in the next county and the 100 mile drive home is not welcome, the two of them will stay with friends and return home Sunday. 

"That's okay," Terri chimes in, "we're going to dinner and a show and we'll likely be late as well. Can we all have brunch on Sunday to hear about your trip?"

Kay quickly agrees and the conversation turns to where brunch will be. "We should go out for brunch. This is no time for one or all of us to be cooking!" No one but me seems nervous about the arrangements. The conversation shifts to what the women will wear. Terri's plan to wear a black skirt and white blouse is suspended by Kim's desire to spend time after dinner checking out wardrobes and planning Friday. 

Not wanting to be caught up in this process I offer to clear up and do the dishes. My mind spins with fears, hopes and dreams. I know Kim and Kay are aware of what has happened but do they realize that Terri plans to join them?

There is no relief as the three descend from the bedrooms smiling. "Where are you taking Terri?" I feel challenged and hesitate. Kay dives in further, "we can't decide what she should wear if we don't know where you are going."

"I hadn't planned anything. Maybe The Hub or The Spot," thinking these were safe bets.

"Neither, somewhere special for your first date, The Cabana or The Terrace, I think." Kim's eyes sparkle as she throws that at me. The Cabana is known for its dancers, exotic. They only substitute the 'X' for the 'R'. The Terrace is all romance, small tables, dim lighting and sensual music. 

I was being setup and I knew it. "The three of you choose, your moving too fast for me." Sitting back I listen. Talk of dresses, shoes, stockings and garters. My eyes open wide. 

Later Kim bends over me kissing my lips, "Goodnight dear, come see me in the morning." My mind is in limbo as I watch her climb the stairs to her room.

Only after Kim has disappeared does Terri slide onto my lap. Snuggling close she whispers, "Goodnight lover, see you on Friday." With a quick kiss she is running up the stairs to her room.

Thought has escaped me as Kay offers her hand, "Brush my hair?" Her smile is infectious. How can I refuse? Standing I take her hand and find refuge for the night. Climbing the stairs to Kay's room my mind reels with the events of the last two days and the changes to come. I resolve to carry my part but I still feel overwhelmed with the implications.

Friday morning finds me padding down the hallway to Kim's room. I slide under the covers to warmth and a welcome kiss. We snuggle and my hands wander bringing Kim's admonition, "Not this morning dear, save yourself for later." She snuggles closer and we rest waiting for morning.

The flurry of the Caan household at dawn is normal and we each find our fulfillment before parting for the day. Everything is as usual until Terri and I reach the office; her parting statement is "I'm glad for Mom!" My day passes in a haze; I could have given away the shop without the watchful eyes of those loyal to me. I do manage to make reservations for two at the Terrace.

Terri has asked to leave early to 'get ready' and so at closing I usher everyone out and walk home alone; something I haven't done for almost two years. My mind runs a film of the last days and I come to the conclusion that I'm not going to understand just live. My home is silent as I open the door; I enter into unfamiliar territory and accept the silence. Approaching my bedroom, (mine?) I loosen my tie and start preparing for the evening. 

We have time; the reservations are for 8:00. I shower, dress for a formal date and am in the front room awaiting the arrival of my guest. Anticipating the conspiracy of Kim and Kate, I have dressed for a formal evening. The tap of heels carrying little weight alerts me to the arrival of Terri. As I turn to the stairs a woman I have never seen before steps down the first step. Agape I watch as this vision descends my stairs; my search for the teen I remember is lost. Slowly through a haze of remembered images I realize this is the Terri of today. "You are truly beautiful, are you sure you are willing to be seen in public with me?" I cannot believe this angel has descended from heaven to share dinner with me.

Uncle, no Charles, Kim says I have to drop the Uncle. I want very much to be seen in public with you and in other places as well." Terri's smile shines through the hairstyle, makeup and wardrobe. 

Holding my hand out to assist her down the last steps I marvel at the beauty that will share my evening.

A note on the front door has already informed me that a cab has been ordered and paid for; I'm not to drive this evening. Terri and I barely have time to recover from her grand entrance when a knock at the door heralds the arrival of our chariot.

Sliding into the cab first and sitting in the center Terri leaves only enough room for me if I snuggle close. Raising my arm over her head and around her shoulders I press close and she excites me with the exuberance and anticipation of youth. My mind is in a whirl as I feel her warm body pressed to mine with the promise of later and the knowledge of the support she has from the other two women in my life.

The Terrace is Friday's haven. Every love struck suitor and his love is in attendance. My entrance goes unnoticed but Terri draws every eye in the place. The men appreciate her beauty; the women gauge her competition. Terri's gown shimmers in emeralds and greens giving her complexion an exotic tone, her hair is free and full, swinging as she walks with the confidence of youth and beauty. The two of us led by the hostess form a parade through an array of tables with admiring eyes marking our passage.

Our table is a tiny bay of tranquility bound with greenery. Left with a Wine list, menu and solitude, I have an opportunity to take in all of Terri and compliment her on her dress and appearance.

Blushes all around. "Charles, you make too much of a little dressing-up." I'm searching my pockets as she speaks. "What are you looking for?"

"Sunglasses, just in case you ever decide to really dress up." I can't keep a straight face. "Honey its not your dress, It's you. You are truly beautiful and every man in the place knows that. Every woman here is jealous and will make life hell for her partner because he noticed you."

Her eye lower and she stops for a second cautiously asking "really?"

"Yes and don't go guilty on me. It's not your fault, its just reality sneaking in. Look at me!" Lifting her chin with my fingers. "I'm happy to be with you, any man here would be and I'm privileged to live their fantasy." I'm rambling, overjoyed with the evening and nervous as teenager.

"Charles, I didn't dress like this for other men, just for you. I want something special for us; Kim and Kay helped me put this together." The look on her face is distressed, she doesn't want to cause any harm; just enjoy life.

"Do you want me to hide you away in a closet, taking you out now and then?"

Her head shakes eyes still downcast. "No. I don't want to live like that, I just don't want people getting in trouble because I look the way I do."

"People get in trouble for themselves, you are not the cause. Anyone laying that trip on you wants to dump the responsibility on you. You are not responsible. You are always kind and enjoyable to be around. I love you!" That slipped out without thought.

Her head snaps up and our eyes connect. I don't know how much she heard but Terri registered the last. "Do you mean that?"




Life Is Good



I'm nodding my head before thinking about the question; the answer has been obvious for a longtime. "I love you."

Tears sparkle on her cheeks. "Take me home now, I want to make love with you forever."

"Soon, I want to relish this time. I intend to enjoy our time together for a long while and not be rushed. This is part of making love." 

Someone has learned her craft well. We have not been disturbed through all of this and now our waitress appears. Our order is simple. No one comes here for the food; it's about the atmosphere, attention and the public privacy. 

Moving my chair to the side of the table so we can sit shoulder-to-shoulder, hold hands and talk without the table between us, I relax into my role as suitor and begin to enjoy this young woman who has chosen me. Taking her hand I continue. "Terri, this is making love." I enjoy her blush.

My hand traces patterns on her arms, shoulders and down her back. I've lost track of the conversation as I explore her legs below the short hem of her skirt. Pushing upward I feel Terri relax her knees, allowing me access and pointless conversation stops all together. I can't remember what we ate; I can remember the feel of her skin! The blur will be frightening tomorrow when I see the Visa bill; tonight it's just fantastic!

In time with our excitement we move through the meal and the evening. The ordering, the eating and the wine are but counterpoint to the building excitement as we both reach for that place of intimacy new lovers seek. It is time to leave, find a private place and explore more intimately.

The Terrace is accustomed to visitors like us. They ensure cabs are waiting at the door anticipating our departure. Our request is filled before I can even settle the bill.

In the quiet of the cab we continue our exploration of desire. Terri slides to the middle of the back seat while the doorman holds the door. There is just enough room for me if I snuggle close and put my arm around her shoulders. The smile this brings to her face is a sign that this is exactly what she planned. Terri turns her face to me and makes it obvious that she wants a kiss. I comply with pleasure and our lips are still exploring when the cab finds our destination. The cab has been paid and tipped I assume because he quickly exits the drivers seat to open the door for Terri and offers a cheerful, 'Have a good evening' to me as I exit behind my date. He hurries into our past before we can even reach the front door. My keys feel clumsy in my hands as I anticipate the events to come while I try to negotiate the lock on the front door. Finally, with a click of relief the door swings open and I step back to allow Terri to precede me. She hesitates and I understand that something else is required. With all the grace I can muster I sweep Terri into my arms and stride proudly into our home. My heel finds the door and with a flick I close out the world and proceed up the stairs to Terri's room. Her weight is small and I find myself enjoying this part of our adventure. Each step of the stairs brings the willing young body in my arms swinging into me and I relish the feel of soft warmth in my arms.

Terri's door is closed and for a moment I fumble with the treasure I carry and the intricacies of turning a doorknob. Eventually the door swings wide and I watch my charges face as I stride into her room. The glow of her smile is nothing to the startled, jaw dropping eye popping look on my face as I survey the change made since last I viewed this room not more than a few nights ago.

"You like?" Terri's question almost doesn't need an answer and then I realize the uncertainty of the one I hold and nod. A nod is all I'm capable of.

Terri's new bed is 'Queen sized,' appropriate. Gone are the teddy bears and angels. The curtains are lace and the coverlet is white with an embossed pattern in white. The new dresser is tidy with a few photos on the top and the closet doors are closed, for the first time in years I'm certain. Placing my new partner on her bed I rise above her to admire her and try through some form of telepathy to understand what it is she wants. My telepathy is working as well as ever and I have no idea of where we are going.

Her arms reach for me. "Come to me Charles. I want you."

With visions of being devoured I lean closer and our bodies contact, our lips meet and I start another exploration. I can only surmise at what happened over the next hours. 

Clothing is discarded in haste as our tongues and mouths continue their exploration. I can remember tender breasts with taught nipples and the sighs I heard when I sucked them and a ticklish navel that fluttered under my tongue, the warmth of smooth thighs and the moisture of a woman in want. I may have dreamt the shuddering climax under me and the release I felt so soon afterward but I doubt it.



Life is Good



Life is good! My name is Patrick. I am sitting in my living room reminiscing. Looking around, I was very happy with this house that I built nine years ago. 

Nine years ago... I had been divorced for about four years. My girlfriend of the last three and a half years was beauty. Shoulder length naturally blond hair that framed her angelic face. Her most alluring facial feature was her eyes. She had the biggest brown doe eyes that you have ever seen. 

Kelly, my girlfriend, was about ten pounds heavier than she thought she should be. But those ten pounds were all in the right places. Her breasts measured 38D. They were so soft, yet there was very little sag. Those beautiful tits were capped by peach sized areolas. Right in the center of her pink circles was her beautiful half inch pink nipples. She had a 36 inch bubble butt that was to die for! 

Kelly was a natural blond. The collar and the cuffs matched. The carpet of blond hair that covered her pussy was neatly trimmed. The flower in the center of her sex was always wet and calling for attention. I never had to search for her clit. It sat proudly at the top her slit, sticking out at least half an inch, more when it was aroused.

We stayed together, planning eventual marriage, for a total of seven years. One small problem; she was married! There was always some reason that she could not leave her wife-beating husband of 23 years. 

At the end of our seven years, her kids were gown and out of the house. There were no more excuses. In the end, I told her I was tired of being her mistress. She needed to choose. The last I heard of her, one of her kids had told her husband about our affair. He beat the shit out of her and then came after me. I am not a fighter, but it did not take much kick his ass. He thought he was a big man because he was able to beat his wife. Beating a man was another story.

Enough about Kelly. This story is not about her. Life after Kelly went on. My job had me traveling quite a bit. This helped me to get my mind off our break up. I certainly missed her; she was a great fuck.

About a year before Kelly and I split, a cute young Indian family moved into the house next door to me. The couple seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties. They had a beautiful two-year-old daughter. 

Anna and Harry were friendly. We exchanged greetings each time we passed and had short 'neighborly' conversations. Because of my traveling, I did not see them too often.

Anna was fairly tall at five foot six inches. She had long shiny black hair that came to the middle of her back. Most of the time she wore it pulled back from her very pretty face. She had dark skin. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, almost black. 

Her figure was best described as plump, chunky. She was probably thirty pounds over weight. But god what tits! They must have been at least 38DD or larger. Her waist and ass were also oversized.

After about a year, I noticed that I saw Anna more than Harry. She began to walk through the neighborhood with her daughter in a stroller. She was very consistent, walking most afternoons. When we would speak, she told me that she was determined to lose her baby fat.

After a few months, she had lost most of her baby fat. She looked great! Remember the fabulous body that I described of Kelly's? Picture that body on the dark skinned Anna. She became a gorgeous sexy voluptuous woman!

I had been complimenting her on her progress throughout the months. She was very grateful for the compliments. It seems that Harry only saw her as fat and never recognized the voluptuous woman that she had become.

My love life was the pits. Kelly and I were no longer. The most consistent female in my life was Anna. I flirted with her every time I saw her. I began developing fantasies about making love to her. I dreamed of her beautiful body. I knew that nothing would come of my fantasies. There was no way that I would ever get involved with another married woman.

But the fantasies grew sexier as did the passions I felt for her. I could not get her out of my mind. She was my constant jack off fantasy. And I jacked off a lot in those days!

Time passed and a few months later, Anna told me she was pregnant with her second child. She was happy about the pregnancy except for the inevitable weight gain. She had worked so diligently to lose her excess weight and now it was all going to return.

Anna was determined not to gain as much weight with this pregnancy as she did with the first. She continued her daily walks until her fifth month. At that time, she had some problems with the pregnancy. The doctor put her to bed for the duration of the pregnancy.

Four months later, a baby boy was born. I had not seen Anna during the final four months of her pregnancy. But I assure you that she was never very far from my over active imagination.

I was shocked the first time I saw Anna after the delivery. It was almost a month after Kaleb's birth and Anna still looked to be pregnant. What a disappointment! 

Anna became very depressed about her weight. Because of the baby, she was unable to resume her daily walks. All of her time was spent on demand of the two kids. Her depression caused her to be tired all of the time, a viscous circle.

About this time I had a severe heart attack. I wound up having a triple bypass. My cardiologist told me that if I wanted to live much longer, my couch potato days were over. I needed to begin an exercise program. I began walking. 

I tried walking in the neighborhood, but the hills and the inclement weather helped me decide to become a mall walker. I was able to build my stamina and was soon walking four laps around the mall, about three and a half miles each day.

Two years after my heart attack, I decided to retire. I was concerned that I might not have that much longer to live and I wanted to enjoy retirement as long as I could.

I had not seen Anna very much during that two year period. My time was spent on the job and then walking each evening. Her schedule was full with child rearing. The few times that I did see her, it was obvious that she had not lost her baby fat.

After my retirement, I made a routine of walking the mall at 10:00 each morning. This gave me the rest of the day to do as I chose. 

About this same time Anna enrolled her two children in a private preschool. They attended school from 9:00 until 1:00 in the afternoon. This freed up Anna's mornings and gave her some alone time.

One afternoon Anna and I were talking out at the mailboxes. She looked happier than I had seen her in years. I commented on her obvious change. She told me about the kids in preschool providing her with some alone time to be an adult again. She said that she had begun walking again trying to lose some weight, but could not build the consistency to walk everyday.

I told her about my mall walking and invited her to join me. I told her that I would expect her to walk daily, not just when she felt like it. It would give both of us the motivation we needed to exercise.

The next morning Anna was waiting for me in front of my house at 9:45. She was dressed in sweats that successfully hid her pudgy body. This became our daily regimen, including weekends when Harry would watch the children.

After two months, Anna had lost almost twenty pounds. She was looking good. No, she was looking HOT! Gone were the sweats. She was now proudly wearing cute, body hugging exercise outfits. Naturally as she lost weight I gave her sincere compliments. The compliments seemed to please her immensely. Obviously Harry had not changed and still only saw her as fat.

Anna and I got to know each other very well as we were together almost two hours every day. The longer we were together, the more we shared. It was not just neighbor stuff any longer, we shared more intimate confidences about our lives. Anna and I were quickly becoming best friends. We began having coffee together at one of our houses after returning from our walk. Many days we would get lost in conversation and it would surprisingly be time for Anna to pick the children up from school.

My fantasies were back ten fold. Now it was not just the body that I wanted it was the entire package that fascinated and titillated me. Not only was she beautiful she was a bright and caring woman. And she was my best friend. I was jacking off two, three, and even four times each day thinking about loving her! My poor dick was red and raw!

One morning as we were driving to the mall, I could tell that Anna was upset. "What is wrong, Anna?"

Nothing, Patrick. I..." and she began to tear up.

"Come on, Anna. We are best friends. You can talk to me about anything. What has happened?"

"Oh, Patrick; it is Harry. We fought all weekend. He called me a 'FAT COW'. He does not see the progress I have made with my weight! He said I was wasting my time walking every day."

"Sweet Anna I know it hurts you. You have done so well. You have gone from a beautiful plump lady to a very beautiful, sexy temptress! If you were not married, I would be CHASING you around the mall, not just walking with you!"

By now, we had parked in the lot at the mall. Anna said "thank you" as we got out of the car. She was very quiet as we walked that day. I let her have her space. 

As we were driving home, Anna asked, "Did you mean what you said? Am I really sexy? Harry says I am fat and does not want to touch me. He only makes love to me once a month. You can not even call it making love. He just gets off and does not care about my pleasure."

I looked Anna straight in the eyes and said, "Yes I meant it. You are a truly beautiful woman. Look in the mirror. Your face is striking in its beauty framed by your thick shiny black hair. Those big smoldering black eyes speak volumes. Your chiseled nose is a work of art. Your big soft lips beg to be kissed. Your body is voluptuous. You have worked hard to get all the curves in just the right places."

Anna began to cry. She leaned toward me, put her arms around me and buried her head in my shoulder. I returned the embrace and held her gently as she cried. After a few moments, the tears dried up and the sobs began to subside.

"Come on inside and I will fix you some coffee." I offered.

As we drank the coffee sitting at the bar, she turned in her stool to face me and said, "Thank you Patrick. Thanks for being a friend. I hope you did not say all of those beautiful things just because we are best friends and you were trying to make me feel better."

"No, Anna. I meant every word. If you were not married... Well let's just say that it would be easy to prove!" With that I gave her a kiss on the cheek and sent her on her way to get the children at school.

The next morning Anna came over early for our ride to the mall. As we had about thirty minutes to kill, I offered her coffee and we again sat at the bar and drank the steaming coffee. Anna was again quiet, deep in thought.

"I did not sleep well last night. It was all your fault! I kept thinking about the wonderful way you described me yesterday. I began having fantasies about what you meant when you said that if I weren't married it would be easy to prove your sincerity."

I felt a little uneasy, as she seemed to be reading my fantasies about her. I tried to make a joke about her fantasies. As the time approached for us to leave for the mall, she excused herself to use the restroom. "Too much coffee!" she joked.

As she walked away, I watched her beautiful bubble butt swing as she moved. There was an instant stirring in my pants. All of the suggestive talk was having its effects on me. "Down boy." I thought to myself.

Anna was very familiar with the floor plan of my house. She had been a welcomed visitor many times. I thought nothing of it when she opted to use the bathroom in the master suite as opposed to the guest rest room on he other end of the house. Both were equidistant from the bar.

A few minutes later I heard Anna holler "Patrick. Come quick!" I could not tell from her voice if she was panicked, hurt, scared or what. I ran in the direction of the master suite. I was not prepared for what I saw as I entered the master bedroom. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Anna lying naked in the center of my bed. She was propped up on her right elbow smiling and facing me. "Come and prove it!"

I was dumb founded. My mouth hung open. I could not speak. I did not know what to say. I just stood there memorizing the exquisite sight in front of me. My big head did not know what to do but my little head sure did! My dick got hard in record breaking time. I moved slowly to the bed and sat on the edge. My eyes never left Anna's beautiful body.

Finally I found the strength to move my eyes to hers. "Are you sure you want to do this? You are married. You live just next door. You are my best friend." I tried to talk her out of this. I wanted her to be sure before we went any further.

She nodded her head and said "yes". I instantly moved to her luscious lips and began a slow and gentle kiss. The kisses progressed to a French kiss as we opened our lips to each other and then into an all out tongue dance.

As we made out like two teenagers, my hands moved to her breasts. Her big soft beautiful dark skinned breasts. I squeezed. I bounced. I stroked. I weighed. I pinched. And then I did it all over again. I was in awe of her beautiful tits.

We made out for at least fifteen minutes. I did not want to stop kissing her. But I did want to move down to her extended nipples. I wanted to kiss, suck, nibble and bite her rigid black paps. And that is what I did! First her right breast for ten minutes and then to her left breast for equal time. While my mouth was busy with one huge, soft, firm breast my hands were caressing the other.

Anna had been writhing and moaning since I had moved to her breasts. "Oh Patrick... I am cumming! BITE ME!!! BITE IT HARDER!!! I am having a nipple orgasm! Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Anna was trying to catch her breath after her climax. Her chest was heaving up and down and she gasped for breath. Her beautiful tits were rising and falling as her chest expanded and fell. I just sat back on my haunches and marveled at the erotic sight.  

"Oh god Patrick. I did not know anyone could make me cum through my nipples! It was one of the most intense climaxes I have ever had. And just think... you haven't even touched my cunt yet!"

"Not yet is right. Get ready because here I come! I have smelled your arousal. Now I am going to taste it. I want to make you flow like a river right into my mouth!"

I kissed each of her nipples as I began my southward journey. My tongue danced into Anna's beautiful soft belly button. She tensed up like she was going to scream, but quickly relaxed and giggled. I left her sexy navel and continued down. I kissed over her tender belly. Even after her weight loss, there was still that little paunch that I personally find as exciting as hell. I gave this area the extra attention that it deserved before I moved to the main course.

I found my lips in the dense forest of her pubic mound. Her black hair was full but neatly trimmed. Her labia were black and puffy. I kissed, licked and sucked both of her outer lips into my mouth. Anna began to moan a deep husky sound that told of her impending climax. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs. Now I was staring at her beautiful pink flower. Her little lips were open showing the entrance to the holiest of temples, her vagina. Sitting majestically at the top of her flower was her clitoris, peeking out from under its hood and ruling over all that it surveyed.

I could wait no longer; I plunged my tongue deep into her wet hole. Her body went rigid as I lapped at her juices like a kitten that just found a bowl of warm milk. Anna's climax was sudden and intense. Thank goodness that no one was at home next door for they surely would have heard Anna's window rattling scream and known exactly what we were doing!

After a couple of minutes, I backed my tongue out of her vagina and replaced it with two fingers. My fingers were soon steadily sawing in and out of her slick hole. My tongue moved to her engorged clit. As soon as I touched her clit, I was rewarded with a heavy splash of warm girl cum all over my chin and throat. With the volume, I thought she had lost control of her bladder. But the smell and taste assured me that it was cum that she had squirt.

Anna was squirming all over the bed. Her head and shoulders were being thrown from side to side. Her mouth was open as if to scream, but no sounds could be heard. My tongue kept flicking her bundle of nerves as I sucked it hard into my mouth. My fingers were still fucking into her cunt with a steady rhythm. Anna seemed to float from one strong orgasm into the next even stronger climax. Finally her body could take no more. Her body arched. Only her head and heels were touching the bed. Her beautiful body was shaking and twitching. Anna gave out a blood-curdling scream and passed out.

I rearranged her limp body into a comfortable position on the bed. I kissed her lovingly on the lips. The clock on the bedside table said 11:15. I guess we will miss our morning walk! We had been in the bedroom for an hour and a half and I still had all my clothes on!

I moved into the living room and sat in my recliner giving Anna time to recuperate. I looked around at the house that I had built nine years ago and was very happy. I do not know where my relationship with Anna will go. I hope we remain best friends only now with privileges!

Yes, as I reminisce about the past and look into the future I know that LIFE IS GOOD!

To be continued...



Life is Good



The event I'm telling you about is the most erotic experience that I'd ever had (until then anyway), an experience that changed my sex life for ever. It was so fantastic that I needed to let someone know, however I felt uneasy telling my friends and colleagues as I have a good job and my family just wouldn't understand. I'm posting it here, but the names have been changed. The events in the story, however, are absolutely true.

It was last spring when Mia, my girlfriend, had been given a couple of tickets to the circus and asked me if I wanted to come along. I hadn't been to a circus since I was a kid, but I was game. Mia and I had been together for six months and we were a serious couple. It was a monogamous relationship, but I wasn't missing out. Mia is smart and amazingly gorgeous, with a beautiful face, black hair, clear blue eyes, and a slim and flexible body. To top it off, she is awesomely good at yoga, and sex with her is fantastic.

The show was on Saturday night. It was a good show, and much more adult-orientated than I expected. There was one performer in the first half who I couldn't take my eyes off. She was a real blonde babe, and she performed on the silks; long silken ropes that she used to wrap herself in, spiralling her fantastic body very high, striking difficult aerial poses and erotically wrapping the silks around her and between her legs. She was wearing next to nothing, and it looked both impressive and as sexy as hell. When I turned to look at Mia I saw that she was watching her closely as well.

After the first half we stepped out for some air. It was a small circus, and the performers were at the counters selling food and knick-knacks. I was ordering drinks from the bar and Mia wandered over to where the babe with the silks was selling some paraphernalia — there were no other customers over there at the time. I could see that Mia and her were having a conversation. I walked over to give Mia her drink, and she introduced me to Cecile, that was her name, and told me that she had invited her to the club the following night. Cecile was French, with long blonde hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. Close up she looked beautiful. Just then a few customers wandered up and she had to serve them.

Mia is a singer, in her final year at university, and looking to land a recording contract. The club she had invited Cecile to was "Notes," one of the coolest clubs in town, where she was scheduled to perform a set. Sunday night was variety night and they featured a few different singers.

There was one more performer in the second half who features later in this story, so I'll describe her here. Her name was Dominique and she was a light-colored Brazilian babe from São Paolo, tall and very leggy. She came came out spinning a hula hoop around her waist, but I was much more taken with her looks than her act. She had light, caramel-colored skin, and incredible legs and ass. Her body was pretty much completely on show as she was wearing just a bra, panties, suspender belt, stockings, and high heels. By the end of the act she was spinning over 20 hoops, jiggling her fantastic ass to do so.

That night I was woken up by Mia. I could see by the moonlight coming through the window that she was still sleeping, but she had wrapped the sheets around herself and had her hand on her pussy. Gently, without waking her up, I placed my hand on top of hers and felt her fingers going inside her. I slowly eased my hand under hers and started to play with her clit. She was soaking wet. She said something in her sleep, then, without waking up, she lifted her arms out of the way and over her head. I inserted first one finger into her soaking cunt, then two, playing with her clit at the same time. As I kept playing with her I could sense that she was getting close to cumming. It was just at that point that she opened her eyes and seemed surprised to see me. She came in a violent orgasm, smiled at me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. When she had regained herself she rolled onto her side and brought one knee almost up to her face (a horizontal version of one of her yoga poses) and I entered her from behind. As I said, sex with Mia was great, but this story is not just about us, so I'll focus on what came next.

The following night we were at "Notes", and Mia was about to go on and perform her set. She had mentioned Cecile quite a few times during the day, wondering if she'd come to the club that night, and she seemed quite disappointed that she hadn't shown up yet. She went up onto the small stage and began her set, accompanying herself on guitar. She was sounding great tonight and the audience were really paying attention, and I was sitting at a small table right next to the stage. While Mia was singing her second number Cecile walked in, and she had Dominique with her. This was now very interesting. I walked over to show them to the table. Dominique was about 5'11", but with her high heels she came up to just below my height. She had green eyes and a generous mouth, with full lips and perfect teeth, and her smile was electric. She was wearing a halter top and a short skirt, showing a lot of her perfect caramel-colored skin, and when she walked her ass jiggled from side to side like a samba dancer. Cecile was of medium height and very lithe. She wearing a T-shirt and tight black pants that showed all the curves of her body. She seemed to move like a cat and she just exuded sex. There were a lot of envious looks from the guys in the club as I walked the girls over to our table. We sat and listened to Mia's set, and Cecile in particular was watching Mia intently.

Then it was Mia's final number, and she sang one of her own songs, a sexy and very suggestive piece called "Deeply" that was just humorous enough to miss out on an 'R' rating. She usually looked at me when she sang it, but tonight she seemed to be looking straight at Cecile, who was returning her gaze just as intently. I felt Dominique's leg touch mine under the table. She looked at me and smiled, not moving her leg away. I was getting very horny.

After the show we were all hungry, and Mia invited the girls over to our apartment where we would whip up something to eat. In the cab I sat in front with the girls sitting in the back, and I couldn't imagine three hotter babes in the one place. The cabbie looked at me jealously.

Back at our apartment, Cecile was looking at some photos on the wall that I had taken of Mia doing yoga. In the photos she's wearing black leggings and a tight pink tank top, looking as hot as hell. Dominique was looking at a newspaper clipping and photo of me that was stuck on the fridge. It was a photo taken by the local newspaper during a basketball game, and in it I'm doing a slam dunk right on the final siren (you can see the scoreboard in the photo) which luckily won the game. It was an exhausting game and you could see the sweat pouring off me. I was kind of proud of that photo and it has stayed on the fridge for the last few months.

Mia and I went into the kitchen to get some spaghetti going, while Cecile and Dominique stood together in the living area, looking over at us and talking quietly to each other. Over dinner and wine we talked a lot about what we all did and liked. Somehow the conversation became more and more suggestive and sexually charged, although nothing explicit was said. The girls' accents were delicious, and they spoke almost perfect English with just a few French and Portugese words thrown in when they couldn't find the right word to say. Cecile was quieter, with a beguiling smile, while Dominique was much more of an extrovert. For most of the dinner Cecile and Mia seemed to keep gazing into each other's eyes, while Dominique seemed to focus her attention more on me, and her leg, her beautiful long leg, kept touching mine under the table.

I was getting worked up, so I took the dishes into the kitchen area. Dominique came in while I was looking for another bottle of wine somewhere in the cupboards above, coming up very close behind me as I was reaching up, and she rested her chin on my shoulder. I could smell her and it was really driving me crazy. As much as I hated to do it, I turned around and told her that I was in a really strong relationship with Mia, and that I didn't want to fuck it up. I was also trying to think of a way that I could meet her later. Dominique said that Mia wouldn't mind. I understood what she meant when I looked back over the counter and saw Mia and Cecile, on the sofa now, kissing.

As I kept looking, their kisses, tentative at first, became more passionate and hungry. Dominique reached around me from the back and started massaging my cock through my jeans. After a little while she unzipped my fly and moved her hand to my cock, which was rock hard now. She then gave me a slow handjob from behind, kissing my neck. I could see Cecile taking off Mia's blouse, then sucking her nipples.

I turned around and we kissed for a while, then she squatted down and started to give me a blowjob. She could really take me in deep - it felt amazing. On the sofa I could see Mia taking off Cecile's T-shirt, then she began to suck her nipples. One good turn deserves another I guess.

Dominique could certainly deep throat, and it felt amazing. I didn't want to cum too early, so after a while I raised her to the counter, took off her panties, and started to lick her pussy. She was already very wet. She leaned back, her arms on the counter, pushing bowls and plates aside. There was a bowl of strawberries beside her. She took one, licked it, and looked as if she was about to eat it. But just before putting it in her mouth she moved her hand down, and, gently pushing my face aside, put the strawberry in her cunt, pushing it in with her fingers. As I lifted my face from her cunt I could see her smiling wickedly at me, teasing me; she was enjoying this. I could also see Cecile taking off Mia's jeans.

Dominique pulled the strawberry out and offered it to me. I ate it, and it tasted wonderfully of her pussy juice. Then it was my turn and I took another strawberry from the bowl and put it in her pussy. I brought it out and held it above her mouth, holding it just out of her reach, teasing her. She took it from me, seductively tilting her head back, closing her eyes, and slowly bringing it to her mouth. I could see the the ripe red fruit glistening with her juices. She put out her tongue to lick it, and as she was about to put it in her mouth I pushed my cock into her pussy. She opened her eyes wide, looking at me now, and said something softly in Portugese.

As Dominique and I were fucking I could see Cecile licking out Mia's pussy, making her writhe and moan; she had obviously found the spot. Dominique, sitting on the counter, opened her legs wide into a perfect splits, knocking over some more stuff on the counter, then stretched one long leg towards the ceiling. I kept pumping into her as she leaned further back, now stretching both legs up and resting them on my shoulders, one of her heels clinking onto the light fitting. I held onto her smooth thighs as I kept fucking her. When she came I couldn't hold myself back any longer and emptied a big load inside her cunt. After resting like that for a while I pulled out and lifted her off the counter. I looked over and saw the girls in a 69 with Cecile on top, eating each other out, Mia's creamy skin contrasting with Cecile's more golden colored skin.

We went into the living area, Dominique going over to the girls while I sat on the second sofa, just watching. I needed some recovery time. As the girls were licking out each other's pussies, Dominique massaged Mia's legs, and then started sucking her toes. I'm not into foot fetishes, but Mia does have very beautiful feet. Dominique kept massaging and licking her way up Mia's legs, and when she got to her pussy, Cecile lifted up her face and gave her a deep kiss. When Dominique started a solo turn licking Mia's pussy, Cecile came over to me. She kissed me and I could taste Mia's pussy juices. She took my cock in her mouth and started blowing me slowly. I was getting hard again now.

When she got me pretty hard she stopped sucking and climbed onto the back of the sofa, placing her pussy above my face. This girl likes heights. I lifted my face to her pussy and inserted my tongue. She was very wet. I started to lick, slowly at first, then I gently bit her clit with my lips. She brought her mouth down close to my ear and told me that she had cleaned herself, and would I like to try? She smiled and brought her hand down and touched her pink asshole. This was new ground for me, part of my fantasies for sure, but so far it had never been a reality. I licked between her pussy and her ass, then put my tongue onto her asshole, and then I pushed it in deeper, inserting it as far as I could. She moaned very deeply, and my cock was raging hard again.

She moved onto my lap, facing me, reached for her handbag which was just close by, and took out a tube. She squeezed out some lube onto her fingers, and while looking into my eyes, inserted one, then two fingers into her ass. Then she squeezed out some more onto her palm and wrapped it around my cock. Still looking me straight in the eyes she slowly lowered her ass onto my cock. It felt incredible.

She moved slowly at first, going up and down at her own pace, and I let her lead. Then she started speeding up, not smiling anymore, looking sexy as hell. She leaned back and I started to play with her clit, which got her worked up even more. I played with her clit and kept my cock in her ass, and she kept pumping up and down, writhing more and more, until finally she came. I was still rock hard inside her.

Dominique and Mia came over and lifted Cecile off me, and then Mia led all of us into the bedroom. She pushed me on my back onto the bed, saying "my turn." She started to suck me, then Dominique came over as well and they took it in turns, taking some breaks while they kissed each other over my cock. Dominique was deep throating me again, and Mia tried to do the same, but she couldn't quite do it as deep.

Mia climbed onto me and lowered her pussy on to my cock, saying "I want you in me." Her cunt was so wet and tight. I saw that Cecile had a dildo which she must have got from her handbag, and she moved it up and down between Dominique's ass cheeks. They say Brazilians have great asses. I can't answer for all of them, but Dominique's heart-shaped ass is the hottest I've seen. Cecile teased her like this for a little while and then I could clearly see as she pushed the dildo right into her asshole. Mia, sitting on my cock, could see it too, and her movements got more intense. I put my finger on her asshole, and she reached back and made me push it further in.

After a while Cecile said something in Mia's ear which I couldn't hear. Mia closed her eyes and nodded and Cecile pulled the dildo out of Dominique and pushed it slowly into Mia's asshole. I could feel it going in and out as I was ramming into her pussy. Dominique kissed Mia, their tongues pushing deep into each other's mouths. Mia started to writhe more and more, and then I felt her cunt contracting as she came. I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot my load inside her.

Epilogue

That's not the complete end of the story, although it was the end of me for that night. We all slept on the bed together, our limbs intertwined and two of the girls sleeping with their heads on my chest. After breakfast, as it was the girls' day off (there were no shows that day) we went for it some more. It was just as good as the previous night, and over the next few weeks while the girls were in town we had some more sessions. One time in particular included another friend of theirs from the troupe: Cindy, a blonde Californian babe with a buff aerobics body who performs stunts on rollerblades, and even more fantastic stunts in bed. Since the circus left town Mia and I are still in a great relationship, but Mia has now fully embraced her bisexual tendencies, and loves anal. We have been seeking others to share sex with, and Mia has discovered that she is good at spotting likely babes and talking them into trying new things. She has also learned how to deep throat. Life is good.

Jake



Life Is Good



My Angel was wet, horny and slightly tipsy when she came back to the motel from her night of exhibitionism, flashing and flirting at the mall and an encounter with two black shoe salesmen. She had a free pass for the night and I had hopes she would have a little sexual fun. Tentative at first telling me about her night I'm sure she felt dirty and slutty and a little ashamed with her pussy so wet and admitting she went back for more teasing after cumming several times in the car. She was worked up to a state I have never seen and I was really excited. She had the night I had always hoped she would have.

Sitting between her legs on the bed with her lying down in her red sheer panties, garter and nude stockings, her sexy red push up bra overflowing with her 38 C breasts and her sexy red Mary Jane wedge shoes she was just plain sexy as hell. I was watching her playing with her cunt while telling me about her night and noticed she had a milky white flow oozing down her ass crack demonstrating to me she had the fuck of her fantasy tonight...her cunt was swollen, red and full of cum and her cute puckered asshole was also red from getting probed, something she rarely allowed...and I was excited by it. No, I was ecstatic about it. Angel actually has had a sheltered sex life compare to me so I am glad to see her getting more adventuresome.

I had only fucked her tight ass once with my cock when she was deep into a bottle of Asti Spumante...she came like a five dollar whore rubbing her clit as I unloaded in her ass. She must have had a wonderful time tonight to have her asshole all red.

So she had done what I had told her I wanted her to do for years, she had fucked another man. Or in this case two black men that I am sure was an unbelievable hot sexual experience for her.

I'm glad she had a big black cock making her scream in agony and ecstasy with multiple orgasms...loving the orgasms but hating getting her asshole and pussy stretched so wide, she was so afraid of not being as tight as a virgin which she worked hard at maintaining. After all a rape fantasy never has a small cock rapist forcing the girl to cum...and these two guys fulfilled her early childhood rape fantasies for her. She always had a fantasy of watching another girl get raped by a big cock but she would never admit to wanting one to play with! The guys knew this southern white MILF wanted taboo black cock her whole life but could never ask for it. But she would gladly spread her legs to be "taken" roughly and she fulfilled their fantasies of fucking a milky white big tit MILF. 

I knew she had blown the one with the biggest cock when she described them with her fears of big cocks. And I know he received the best blow job he ever had, it was her specialty. It was a big long one 11 to 12 inches but not too fat as Angel used two hands and her mouth to get him off she said. The other guy had "only" about 8 inches but very fat she said. She was a cock sucking miracle, I'm sure she learned from a young age because she truly loved sucking and stroking a cock and used her mouth to make some very happy men.

Removing her panties confronted me with copious fluids running out of her pussy and the soaked crotch of her wet panties confirmed at least one big cock had filled her cunt with his big load. And also knowing her habit of an "Angel" pad of toilet paper in her panties after sex she had much more sperm than I have ever deposited in her. And I bet before they were finished with her she had sperm down her throat, up her ass and in her pussy. Not wanting to eat some other guys cum I scooped out two fingers full from her cunt and forced my fingers in her mouth. Resisting at first she then realized what I was feeding her and quickly sucked my fingers clean. When she understood I knew what I was feeding her the beautiful green eyes looking so worried turned back to insanely happy right now. I smiled at her and her face relaxed as she understood it was alright, I really was happy for us both. 

I have of course tasted my own cum a lot, usually in the morning when I get my favorite wake up call. Angel's pussy on my face is such a wonderful way to wake up as I jerk off and tongue fuck her tasting the erotic mix from the night before of her pussy juice and my cum. And if I'm lucky and she has a full bladder I get a small squirt of pee when she cums. And when I cum, coating my stomach with my hot sticky fluid I am so happy with Angel in my arms and on my mind, my face and my cock. The seashore/sweat smell of the room and each other tell me all is well in our world and provides such a nice beginning to the day. 

And sometimes when she is in an especially nasty mode of operation after a blow job and swallowing cum she will force me to kiss her so she came make eat my own cum...such a dirty erotic Angel. 

I wonder if the shoe salesman had to taste his cum for her. Knowing he would have shot a heaping mouthful in her she would have grabbed his head and tongue fucked his mouth open then spit some of his cum in his mouth. Then she would use a distraction to make him relax while she got off on the nasty thought of forcing him to swallow his own cum. She would have cupped his empty balls and gently massaged them or used a wet finger to tease his asshole as he relaxed and started enjoying the tongue fuck and the taste of his cum dripping into his mouth. When you cum in Angels mouth you have to share her prize, but in return you get to watch her Jill her clit with her tongue still fucking my sperm coated mouth. 

Slipping the two fingers back in her wet cunt and rubbing her G-spot she started squirming...I inserted a small vibe in her ass that was well lubricated by her pussy juices running down her crack. Since her recent "opening up" shall we say she has discovered what her G spot can do to her pussy, a log slow, hard two finger massage will usually get a squirt when she cums and her rabbit hitting both her clit and G spot will make her ass go airborne when she stops fighting it and finally cums. The vibe went in easily and she clamped down on it as she bit her lips...her ass was sore but willing for more penetration. Rubbing her g-spot hard and fast her ass was off the bed...I keep changing the rhythm and pressure to keep her on the edge...her head was flopping side to side and she was holding her breath, she needed to cum and was getting frustrated. 

It was time for me to have some evil fun with her...pulling a large cucumber out I had washed and showing it to her I could see the fear in her face. I forced her legs wide open and pushed the tip into her cunt opening as I rubbed her clit. Her fear was palatable and she was so tight I could not even get it started until after some clit massaging when her pussy suddenly relaxed and her cunt almost sucked a few inches of it in. I don't know how well the black guys were hung but I will bet this was the fattest thing her pussy had ever taken. And unlike before her pussy had relaxed and just sucked it in, she no longer had a fear of large but her cunt embraced it. Her pussy loved it from the looks of her white lips and her hands cupping those firm white tan lined breasts, thumbs teasing her hard nipples.

Telling me about teasing her salesmen and 20 minutes of G-spot massage had her frantic for an orgasm, her mouth formed a silent "O" and she was quivering as I slowly pushed the cucumber in an inch at a time. As it got fatter and fatter she was gripping the sheets, it went as far as I could get it in and still hold it to fuck her. She had at least 6 inches in her and was smiling at herself with pride. Moving it slowly in and out I made her moan and beg me to fuck her fast, deep and hard. I knew she was ready and in her mood wanted it rough and fast now, no teasing just tear her pussy up brutally. So I did it faster and deeper as she spread wide, gritted her teeth and tried to keep from cumming too quickly. It didn't work...with only30 seconds of this half a cucumber fucking she started cumming...and gushed for the first time I had seen. 

That blew me away, she has dripped a lot over the years and squirted a little pee once in a while but this was a gush of clear juices actually squirting around the cucumber and on my hands. I looked at the wet mess in awe, only in videos have I seen an actual female ejaculation and this one was all over both my hands and the sheets. She was cumming so hard she did not even realize what happened. And hell yes I tasted it; it was similar to her normal pussy juice but much saltier and thicker. It was an ego trip for me to see what I (and two other guys) had done to her. OMG, I would give the world to have her on my face and ejaculate all over me. As I write this I am rubbing my cock remembering it and hoping for another time to see it. 

Usually she closes her legs for a while after cumming, but not tonight, she opened even wider for more so I pulled it all the way out then inserted it into her deep but slowly. Turns out it was what she needed...to feel it bottom out inside of her knowing she had taken it all. Her expression said she was pleased with herself and I suspect regretted not taking the long cock tonight, probably wondering now how it would have felt if she could have milked it dry in her cunt. 

I had a friend that had a huge cock. It was a curse he said because the women had one of three reactions to his foot long cock. He explained as follows. 

"The most common was the slammers; the ones whose legs slammed shut in fear then quickly departed the scene. 

The next most common was the no pussy ones that would jerk him off or a blow job but no pussy, fun but he got bored hosing their tits or faces with his cum and hard finding one to swallow his big loads. Then he had to eat them in return and unlike me he was not a big oral sex guy so it was a chore for him. He was also not thrilled at jerking off on them as he did it so often he felt used as the women went nuts masturbating and cumming like crazy watching him squirt their chosen targets including face, tits, pussy, ass, feet, asshole and panties for a souvenir. 

And the more fun ones were the tops that saw a challenge and were determined to fuck the monster cock from the top...but never on the bottom out of control. They usually took all they could and were a good fuck cumming like crazy fucking the monster. At least her got pussy and shot his load in a hot wet cunt not like a fire hose.

And the rarest of rare, the bottoms that wanted it all and made no secret they loved big cocks. They had big cocks before and liked them and were great fuck for a while but wanted to own his cock not just rent it and fuck on demand. Not good relationships but great fucks. 

In other words his sex life generally was not good. Tonight Angel would have been a willing "bottom" for him. She was in a destroy my cunt mood tonight.

In a short time Angel was cumming again and did another unique thing for her, she raised her head gripping the sheets in a fist and watched the cucumber slowly going in and out of her cunt as she was cumming. Her orgasm matching the pace of the cucumber, it was a very long, slow gushy cum wetting my hand and the bed. Angel was watching her cunt just open wide as the fat cucumber slowly slid in and out and at the end of this orgasm grabbed my hand and shoved it all the way in and her body was racked in small convulsions when it bottomed out. I could see the wetness she had caused and took some of it and massaged both her soft nipples with it for me to taste later. Again she surprised me by not wanting to stop and rest...but her clit was so sensitive she turned on her side with one leg out and the other knee pulled up to her chest to shield direct clit stimulation. 

The cucumber was still being held in by me so I asked what she wanted and she replied "fast and hard as you can". So I complied...this time slamming her as fast and hard as was humanly possible, I would ram the large cucumber in and let her pussy muscles force it back out holding it then slam it back into her, I watched as she bit her lip trying to fight the oncoming orgasm. The cucumber was like a piston, all the way out then all the way in a green blur and when she started cumming it seemed softly at first...she started pleading with several soft moans of "harder" then "faster"...then a strong order of a louder "HARDER!"...At that point I just gave up trying to hold the cucumber and used my palm on the end to give her all of the 10 inches inside then all the way out. 

What a sight, holding one ass cheek to give easy access to fill her cunt but blocking her clit. Then I figured it out, she wanted an orgasm ripped out of her with no direct clit stimulation. The constant pile driving of her cunt was tugging on her clit with each violent ram in of the huge cucumber and she was on the verge of another and I suspected her last cum of the day. I also noticed her participation in this final cum, one finger teased her asshole and the other hand cupped and massaged a tit with a rock hard nipple. She finally came for what seemed to be forever; my arm was getting tired before she collapsed in a wet mess with a sweet cummed out smile on her face. 

I am sure her orgasm lasted 20 seconds with a constant grunt with each ram and multiple "oh fucks" before going limp and popping the cucumber out. I watched as her pussy muscles relaxed and a steady stream of her ejaculate dribbled down her butt cheek crack dripping a small clear puddle on the sheet. My hands and the sheet under her was wet...my Angel had finally found out what it is like to be truly fucked to total submission. I was proud of her allowing herself to be admired, lusted after and taken in every hole by 3 men in 5 hours. As she slept she had a hand on her cunt protecting it and a sweet smile on her face.

Tomorrow morning I will tie her, gag her and using her large soft dildo and strap on belt fuck her cunt for at least thirty minutes until her full bladder floods my cock and balls like a geyser after I make her silently scream pounding her hard making her tits bounce to her chin with each hard slam...and when I am ready to cum I'll jerk off inches from her face knowing how much she hates to get it cummed on...when I start to cum I will remove her gag and force my cock in her mouth. Then I will greet her with one of my favorite morning greeting, "swallow every drop Angel". 

And she does...life is good.



Life Is Good



"My pleasure," said Doug. He began to gently touch Tess' nipples that were now free of the clamps. He just barely touched the tips and caressed the upper part of her breasts. He gently flipped at her nipples with his fingertips. This brought a long slow moan from Tess as she rested her head back on the lounge and closed her eyes. Her nipples stayed erect as Doug continued his slow and gentle massage of her breasts.

Doug was now reacting to Tess' moans and the feel of her breasts. His cock started to harden in his cowboy jeans. Tess' breathing became quietly faster as her left hand found Doug's right thigh. His jeans were tight and she felt that she could feel his skin. Her hand slid up his thigh and came to rest on the bulge in his crotch. She thought she could feel it pulse through his tight jeans. Doug leaned over and started to lick her left nipple. This aroused Tess even more and her hips began to gyrate. Doug's arms brought her close to him, his lips found hers and they embraced, grinding their loins together. Doug cupped her breasts and buried his head between them.

"You two aren't being nice," said Gloria as she bustled back into the sunroom carrying several hangers of clothes. "But it sure does look like you're having fun."

"We certainly are." said Doug as he turned to Gloria. "Come over and join us."

"I will, but first I want to show Tess some of the clothes I like to wear."

Tess was feeling wonderful. She wanted Doug to continue massaging her breasts. "Can you show me while Doug plays with my tits?" she asked Gloria.

"Sure, I want to join in and this won't take too long."

Gloria chose her French maid outfit. It consisted of a silk collar with a bib attached to it. The bottom of the bib hung loosely and provided little cover to a woman's breasts. There was a thong that was very narrow. "This is what I wear sometimes when Doug and I have a guy over to the house. I wear it and serve drinks or whatever. What do you think?" she asked Tess.

"Sexy as hell, my big butt would look even bigger in that."

"There you go, Tess." lectured Gloria. "My butt is big, too, I just don't care. This little thing makes me feel sooo sexy and that's all I care about. I'll show you the rest later. Right now I want to join in on the fun."

Gloria slid onto the lounge next to Tess. She removed her nipple clamps and put them into the plastic bag. "Tess darling, would you please massage my tits like I saw Doug doing yours?"

Tess was, by now, highly aroused. Somehow it seemed to her that playing with Gloria's tits was a natural thing to do. She didn't even consider that it might be construed as being bi. "I'd love to." she replied. She turned to Gloria and massaged her tits and gently flipped her nipples as Doug had done to hers. Doug reached his arms around Tess' back and took both of her tits in his hands. Gloria put her hand around Tess' neck and pulled her head down until their lips were only an inch apart. Gloria looked at Tess in the eyes. "I've always wanted to do this." She pulled Tess' head down until their lips were touching. They kissed lightly at first and then Tess kissed Gloria fully, her tongue exploring Tess' full red lips and warm mouth. Tess could feel Gloria's tits against her own even as Doug continued to play with her. She had seldom been so aroused.

Tess pulled away slightly and whispered to Gloria, "That was so sweet and sexy."

Gloria could feel Tess' breath on her lips as she spoke. She felt around and found the side zipper on Tess' slacks and pulled the zipper down, she could feel Tess helping her. Tess slid the slacks off and discarded them. Next to come off were Tess' panties that she insisted on wearing against Martin's wishes. Tess was now nude. Gloria quickly removed her own pants and Tess noticed that Gloria did not wear panties.

Doug removed his shirt, jean and boots, he did not wear any underwear either. His hard cock stood out and up. Gloria and Tess released their embrace and knelt between Doug's legs. Gloria took Doug's cock into her mouth and started a slow suck. She pulled up for a moment and said to Tess, "I sure could use some help here." With that Tess began licking the base of Doug's cock while Gloria sucked it from the top. At times Gloria would quit sucking Doug and help Tess with the base of his cock, their tongues and lips all over each other.

"Girls, girls, "said Doug, "I can't take much more of this. You are both so very damned good. Gloria, I think Tess needs some special attention."

"Excellent idea. Tess, why don't you stretch out on the carpet, I've got something for you."

Tess reclined on her back on the soft carpet, she was ready for anything. Gloria grabbed a pillow from the lounge and placed it under Tess' butt. That raised Tess' pussy to the position to give Gloria perfect access. She crawled in between Tess' legs and found her pussy. Gloria's tongue soon had Tess' clit hard and throbbing. Tess was moaning and moaning, relishing the pleasure. Doug knelt down at Tess' head and began to knead her breasts. He took her nipples between his fingers and slightly pinched them. That only increased the pleasure she felt. Doug's balls were hanging just above Tess' mouth and she started licking and sucking them while feeling Gloria's expert tongue on her clit. Suddenly she felt a surge of heat in her thighs. She knew that feeling, the start of an orgasm. It began slowly in her thighs and moved upward into her pussy and stomach. She arched her back pushing her clit hard on Gloria's tongue and lips. Guttural sounds of pleasure emitted from her wide open mouth as she exploded in orgasm and then another and another. The wave after wave of orgasms left her spent for a moment. Her body relaxed but Gloria never let up, continuing to suck Tess' clit. Gloria could sense that Tess wanted to change positions and pulled up from the delicious pussy. Tess turned over, got on her knees and faced Doug who was standing on his knees. She leaned down and took his cock into her mouth and started to suck as Doug cupped her lovely breasts. She loved it! 

Gloria saw Tess' lovely big butt in the air and could not resist it. She embedded her face in between Tess' ample butt cheeks and her tongue found Tess' bud. As she started licking Tess' asshole she could feel Tess apply pressure to her face. Tess was sucking Doug's hard cock and pressing her asshole hard against Gloria's probing tongue. She felt it coming. The surge started where Gloria's tongue was, deep in her asshole. The orgasm floated from there up through her body and into her nipples and back again. Her asshole widened and took more of Gloria's tongue and a second orgasm raced through her body. She was now violently rotating her butt against the intruding tongue that was giving her so much pleasure. Doug's cock filled her mouth, and she wanted more.

Tess motioned for Doug to recline and when he did she mounted his hard cock and it slipped into her wet pussy. Gloria never stopped licking and probing Tess' now wide open asshole. They were all three working in unison; Tess was on her knees, her tits freely swinging over Doug who was fucking her pussy hard while Gloria was rhythmically sucking, licking and probing Tess' sweet asshole. Tess felt her pussy clamp down on Doug's hard cock as another orgasm surged and engulfed her entire being. She collapsed onto Doug's chest gasping for air.

Tess rolled off Doug and lay on her back and closed her eyes, "God this so good," she said, "What in the hell have I been missing?"

"Well, I know you've been missing this," said Gloria as she came to Tess and gave her lips a loving sweet kiss. Next it was Doug who was kissing her along with Gloria. Tess could feel Gloria changing position and as she opened her eyes she saw Gloria's pussy descending to her lips.

Gloria had straddled Tess in the "69" position. As she lowered her pussy toward Tess' luscious lips Doug raised Tess' legs where Gloria could hold them up. That gave Doug easy access to Tess' pussy and he took full advantage of it, slowly thrusting his hard cock into paradise. Tess moaned again as Doug entered her and Gloria rested her wet pussy on her waiting lips.

Tess had never touched another woman's pussy. It's exactly the kind of thing that she had despised and had caused her and Martin to stop their swinging activities with couples. Somehow, this seemed different to her. She was fucking Doug and it felt so good and now she was about to eat her first pussy.

Tess felt the warmth of Gloria's pussy on her lips and her tongue searched for the clit. She found the firm nub and flicked it with the tip of her tongue sending spasms of pleasure through Gloria. Then her lips took it in and she began to suck and lick causing Gloria to moan even louder. All the while Tess was fucking Doug and she felt another orgasm coming. "Oh God I'm going to cum again," Tess screamed into Gloria's pussy.

"Me, too," moaned Gloria, "here it comes, Tess."

Doug knew that he could stand it no longer and with a loud "aaaaah" he shot his load into Tess. Tess' orgasm swept through her as Gloria worked her pussy on Tess' mouth. Gloria nearly smothered Tess as she exploded into orgasm. At the same time Tess tightened her pussy around Doug's cock as she shuddered, bathed by the orgasm.

They all three collapsed onto the plush carpet and lay there panting for air. After a few minutes Gloria was the first to speak, "I don't know about you guys but that was wonderful. Tess, are you OK?"

"I'm in heaven, but I can't move," Tess laughed.

"I know the feeling," chuckled Doug, "anybody want a smoke?"

"Let's get freshened up a bit first," said Gloria

They all got up and went to the two bathrooms that were in the house, Tess and Gloria in one and Doug in the other. After the girls had cleaned themselves and touched up their make-up Tess said that she had to pee.

"Go ahead," said Gloria as she continued to work on her make-up.

"With you here?"

"Of course, or are you just too shy? You have just fucked my husband silly and made my pussy cum and you are too shy to take a piss with me here?"

Tess laughed and said, "Good point."

Gloria heard Tess' urine stream hit the water in the commode, smiled at Tess and said, "Do you and Martin ever play pee games?"

"Good God," laughed Tess, "do you also want to know how many times a day that I fart? Why do you ask such a thing?"

"Just wondered, cause Doug and I do at times."

"Is there anything you two don't do?" asked Tess with a smile. "What pee games?"

"I'll show you if you aren't through."

"Your question made me stop."

"Good, then start again," said Gloria.

Tess concentrated on peeing and slowly her stream started. Gloria knelt in front of Tess and thrust her hand into the stream of Tess' warm piss. She cupped her hand and let it fill. Then she slowly pulled her hand up toward her mouth being careful not to spill Tess' piss. Then she poured the handful in her waiting mouth and swallowed. "That type of pee games," said Gloria looking at Tess directly in her eyes.

Tess shook her head as if saying, "What next?" Then she said to Gloria, "I don't understand how you can do that?"

"I know you don't and that's part of your problem," lectured Gloria, "and you probably don't understand how I can get a kick out of some of our other activities. We'll get into this some more but let's go find Doug and see if he is still alive." Gloria pulled two old house robes out of the bathroom closet and threw one to Tess, "Here, you can wear this."

Tess and Gloria put on the old robes and went to see if Doug was in the sunroom. They found him there attired in an equally old robe. He was pouring coffee from a service that he had rolled in from the kitchen. "I thought we could all use some good hot coffee," he said to the girls as they entered the sunroom.

Tess and Gloria resumed their seats on the lounge and Doug took the wicker. They all took coffee and leaned back in a collective sigh. Doug was the first to speak. "Well, Tess, how do you feel?

"I feel so very relaxed." said Tess. "I'm also confused and need some time to think."

Doug did not want to appear to be practicing his trade but he did want to keep Tess at ease and help her work through her problem. "Tell me," he said, "what are you confused about?"

"Just about everything." said Tess. "I have enjoyed our little get together and I know that you both have my best interests at heart. But I'm not like you guys. I doubt that I could ever be with another woman like I was with you, Gloria. And Doug, you are a great fuck but I'm not so sure that I could be that way with anyone else. You see, you guys are so outgoing and daring and I'm just not. I know that you are thinking I'm nuts after what just went on here but you are my friends and I felt very comfortable, not to mention the effect the wine had on me."

Tess was going to continue but Doug interrupted, "You are correct, we do have your best interests at heart. That's exactly why we would never suggest that you do something that you just can't do, whatever the reason. Gloria and I have never pushed the other into anything. We always discuss each other's wants and desires, no matter how kinky or absurd they might appear to either of us. I think it would be beneficial to your marriage for you and Martin to have similar discussions. The point here is that you both must really agree on what things you will do and on those that you won't. And it can't be fake. You both must really, really want to do those things that you agree on. Saying that, there has to be room for compromise. Compromise allows you to grow and experience new things. How can one evaluate without experience? Let him know you enjoy life and sex. That's what's sexy. Don't be afraid to be sexy. Guys love that. Be sexual. Guys really love that. Let go, share your fantasies with Martin. Enjoy yourself and he'll think you're the sexiest woman on the planet, which will make you feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. I know all this may sound like a lecture but it's not. It's more of an explanation and I think you need that."

"Thank you." said Tess. "I'm not taking it as a lecture and I do appreciate what you are saying. I don't think you understand me, though. I'm not like you guys, I'm just too reserved."

Gloria jumped in with that, "Tess, dear, do you mind if I ask you a few questions and if you don't will you answer truthfully?"

"Sure," said Tess as she lit up a Winston, "fire away."

"Did you enjoy having sex with me?"

"Yes I did."

"Do you think you are now bi?"

"Not at all."

"So, it's possible for a woman to enjoy sex with another woman without being lesbian or bi?"

"I suppose it is. It was different with you. We are friends."

"Ah," said Gloria, "so as long as we're friends it's OK?"

"That's not what I mean." said Tess who was obviously becoming confused. "Shit, I don't know what I mean."

Doug had been listening intently. He had had cases like this in his office, couples that were struggling with their sex lives. He knew that Tess had a battle going on inside her and she couldn't figure out which side she was on. On the one hand there was Tess the conservative wife, mother and grandmother, a woman wholly devoted to family. On the other hand there was a Tess that is highly erotic, sensual and sexually adventurous. She wanted to please Martin and herself but she had limitations that she felt she had to obey. She had to make some decisions and, to her, they were all no-win results.

"Tess," said Doug, "did you even hear what I said about being sexual?"

"Yes, I heard it"

"Good, but I wonder what obstacles you are planning to put in the way."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you just go around putting up obstacles, real or imagined, that you feel you can't overcome. It gives you the excuses you need to be this "good person" you have invented. It also makes it possible for you to rebuke Martin. You have already told us and demonstrated how much you enjoy all the same kinky things that he does. But, you have invented this meek, reserved person that won't allow the real you to come out. In my view it's a power play. You get your way and give Martin crumbs. There is also that part of you that feels badly about that, hence your feelings at the start of this day. Look what happened, though. You relaxed, felt comfortable, had a little wine and did the very things that you have told Martin that you can't do. Now the other part of you has taken over and you have returned to being that person that just doesn't know what to do. I suggest that you know exactly what to do but you are somehow afraid of how you will be perceived. Tess, you are a beautiful woman and a sexy woman. You've got class and are very desirable. I'm sure that Martin sees you the same way. Why not spend your energy on being that woman instead of that other one that so often controls you? It's OK you know. Gloria, Martin and I have given you permission, can you give yourself permission?"

Tess was taking in Doug's speech and looked to Gloria, "Is he right? Do you feel the same way?"

Gloria replied, "You're the one that has to decide if he's right or not. I'll tell you this, though, Doug and I have never regretted our kinky sex activities. It has added so much to our marriage. I do see what Doug is talking about and if I were you I'd go about trying to please Martin more. You would both win and, Tess, you'll get back ten times what you put into it. I know I do."

"Well," said Tess, "it looks like I've got some work to do. You're both right and you have made me feel much better. Doug, I can see why you have such a successful practice, thanks for the freebie. Gloria, only a true friend would care enough to do what you have done for me today and I appreciate it. I do have one question. Do you suppose that we could do it all again with Martin included?"

"Thought you would never ask." exclaimed a happy Gloria. "I have always wanted to fuck that good looking husband of yours and I'm sure he would love to see you fuck Doug. Do you suppose that he would care about watching me suck your clit?"

"I know that he would. Doug, do you want some more of me?"

"You bet I do, Tess. You are a fine woman and it looks like you and Martin are going to have some great times together. I can't wait to hear him talk about the changes in you. By the way, you are going to tell him about our little tryst today aren't you?"

"I've been thinking about that. I think I'll just tell him about the sex part and, for the toy part, I'll just show him. He'll love it all. Well, I've got to get dressed and get home. I have a lot to do to prepare for this evening with Martin. Thanks, you two." Tess dressed hurriedly, hugged Gloria and Doug goodbye and went out to her car.

The drizzle had stopped and the sun was peaking through the clearing skies. She started her car and drove away toward her home. She couldn't contain her glee and started laughing and laughing. She knew that the old reserved Tess had gone away with the clouds and now there was only sunshine. She couldn't wait to get home and meet Martin when he got there.