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The Question

By: hwilder



The first day she saw him, she thought fleetingly that he was rather cute.

He looked young, scrawny even, with dishwater blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a quiet demeanor. He was taller than her by four inches, and his voice was a gently husky one. 

They worked together for a month, flirting subtly and discreetly. She knew in her belly that the way he looked at her was the same expression that involuntarily mirrored itself in her face. She quit for a better job opportunity after week five ended, and he asked her to see a movie with him, being no longer afraid of the consequences of fraternizing with her with this burden lifted. She learned the same day that he was 28. 

9 years beyond her 19. 

She became afraid and excited when he was around her after he told her his age. She felt terribly childish around him, and as she got to know him he became sexy in his quiet, nerdy way. 

On their first date he hugged her with calloused hands, warm and rough against her bare skin, and between her legs her pussy became almost unbearably sensitive. She had to stifle a little cry when he gently slapped her jean-clad ass jokingly as she was walked over to her car.

That night she touched herself as soon as she was alone, biting her lip with something akin to guilt, reaching her trembling fingers into her folds and finding that she could get two fingers to glide in easily, something that, while not quite unusual, usually took someone else touching her to cause. She tried not to think of him, knowing that he probably couldn't take her seriously and that he most likely didn't think of her sexually. But all the same, she powerlessly came to the thought of him touching her, his lightly lined face above her as he penetrated her with two strong, warm fingers. 

Two days later he invited her to his house. They had not kissed yet after her being there two hours with him. He put on a movie and lay next to her in bed. She wanted so badly for something to happen, but was also inexplicably afraid to initiate anything. She lay beside him, unintentionally making herself wet fantasizing about him placing gentle, tantalizing kisses on her neck and lower. 

He turned and looked at her in the dark, as if he had somehow sensed her thoughts, and didn't immediately kiss her lips. He first kissed her collarbone, softly, so softly. It was such an invasion of privacy. He, who had never kissed her even on the cheek, kisser her collarbone, and was soon moving his lips lower. His lips touched the edge of her bra, and her nipples throbbed at the proximity. His breath was warm, and he smelled deliciously of cigarettes and of summer air. She tilted her head back, expecting him to continue until his tongue found the hard, aching tips of her breasts, but he instead moved upwards and covered her lips with his, grasping her chin and snaking his tongue into her mouth. She gasped and kissed him back, unable to do anything but let the naughty pleasure of their wordless contact roll over her. 

Soon he was sliding his hand up beneath her bra, and she was breathing hard as he tweaked her erect nipples lightly, then twisting them gently. He pulled her shirt up and yanked her bra down, encircling first one nipple and then the other with a warm, wet, rhythmic caress. She couldn't stop herself from arching her back, thrusting her breasts closer to his lips, and she couldn't stop little cries from making themselves existent beyond her slack mouth. He groaned into her breasts and reached his other hand down between her legs, using his thumb to rub her crotch. She gasped and moved her hand over to rub him in return, letting out a gasp as she grasped his full length and width, both of which were extremely considerable. She was surprised, him being so thin. She became overcome with an almost childish lust, and slid down beneath him before he could contest and took him into her mouth, loving how he stretched her lips. She gagged on him happily, moaning as he followed her breasts with his fingers, continuing to stimulate her. 

After a few minutes of this he pulled her back up beneath him, roughly reaching down and almost ripping her jeans down to her knees, whispering into her ear,

"Do you want me, baby?" It was the first time he had ever called her baby, and it wouldn't be the last. With that he shoved his hand into her panties and in one movement slid a finger into her, rubbing his still-wet cock against her clit at the same time. Her mouth fell open as she moaned in pleasure, raising her shaking hips to better meet his.

"Yes, oh yes, please." She whispered, her eyes wide and on his face. In her mind a cruel voice chanted, Beg him like the child you are.

But it didn't turn her off, on the contrary, it secretly thrilled her.

He pulled her jeans the rest of the way off and rubbed his hard organ against her wet slit for a full minute, pinching her nipples at the same time. She felt she might yell at him.

Then he began to ease into her. At first he wouldn't go farther in than two inches, and then something gave and he slid all the way in with a juicy plop. She gasped loudly and looked up at him, meeting his eyes as her face went blank with pleasure. 

"I want you to come, okay baby? You said no one else has made you, but I'm gonna make you, honey." He whispered as he began to thrust into her gently but firmly. He was so big, bigger than any other she had taken, feeling him inside her lifted her to a plane of ecstasy she had always hoped to feel during sex but had yet to experience. He twisted his hips, and she couldn't silence a cry that was almost a scream. She hooked her arms around him and hugged him to her as he began to fuck her quickly. Her cries were rhythmic and loud as he plunged into her repeatedly. 

She had never been fucked by a cock as beautiful as his or as well-controlled.

Soon she was about to come, and she couldn't believe it. She screamed as the impossible happened, her pussy clenching hard around him, causing him to spasm and shudder on top of her. With that, he orgasmed too, pulling out of her and spurting his seed onto her belly and breasts.

He was the best fuck she'd ever had, and she had no idea whether to attribute it to his age or his cock size.

The Question



It was a rainy night, and Sara was just walking home from work. She had worked as an ad executive and today, like any day, was exhausting. She had a headache, and was very tired. All she wanted to do was sit on the couch, drink wine and watch some Conan. She was so ready to go home to her little house. It wasn't much, but her and Lizzie made it there own. Lizzie was Sara's Girlfriend. They had met online and had been together for quite sometime. She and her had a spark, and that spark turned into a flame. Sara worked, and Lizzie was the stay at home type. Her job paid enough to support the both of them, but it was stressful. Having to hear loads of angry business men and women bickering about what was the best strategy and what popped and what consumers wanted and this and that and-- I think you get my point. Sara was just meters away from her house, she could see the soft lights from inside and wondered why they where on that low. Her thoughts where quickly shot down by the sound of rain almost falling. She quickly ran to her house and dug out her keys. She unlocked the door and went inside. When she went inside, she was greeted by the intoxicating smell of cinnamon bun candles. There where roses on the ground, and little candles guiding their way to hers and Lizzie's bedroom. She followed the roses, and what waited on the other side of them was a sight to behold. There was Lizzie, in a bathrobe, positioned on the bed, holding a wine glass and smiling.

"Hey there" Lizzie said, her words flowing like warm honey. "Didn't expect you to be home so soon."

Lizzie smiled, and Sara looked around, amazed and enchanted.

"Liz, whats going on?" She asked, knowing full well whats was about to happen. Liz chuckled.

"Don't play dumb with me" She said "I know you had a hard day at work, and was wondering if I could, ease any tensions" Liz stood up as she said this, and dropped her robe. She was stark naked. Her black hair went down to her shoulders, and touched her large breasts. They weren't the biggest, but they where a good size. Her slender body went down and met with her mound, shaven in a landing strip fashion, just for Sara. Sara smiles as Liz starts to take off her clothes. Once Liz was done, Sara was completely naked also. Sara's body was a bit more portly than Liz's, her blond hair just touching her shoulders and perky breasts. Her pudgy tummy lead down to her completely hairless cunt. Liz moved behind Sara, massaging her back. Her delicate fingers stroking Sara's sensitive back. Liz moved lower and lower until she reached Sara's tight ass. Sara let out a moan, the soft touch of Liz's fingers grazing her ass in a simple and loving delight. Liz smiled as she heard this, and gently bit Sara's ass. Sara jumped for a second, and then excepted her lovers touch, moaning and giving into the intoxicating lust that had over come her. Liz kissed Sara's ass lightly, massaging it and caressing it as if she where kneading dough. As Sara kept moaning, Liz smiled, stood up and whispered in Sara's ear.

"Get on the bed."

Sara did as her lover said, slowly crawling on the bed, her back laying on the red blankets, sweat glistening and dropping down her body. Liz admired her love and began to slowly crawl onto her, eyes filled with hunger and lust. She got on top of her love, looked her in the eyes, god those blue eyes drove her mad, and kissed her with the passion, delicacy and grace only comparable to a feather landing on a lake and floating on the water. Sara sunk into the kiss, closing her eyes in this, the most personal and loving of times in her life. She wished that this very kiss could last forever. Liz moved down to Sara's shaven pussy and started to caress the outer lips. Sara was already wet from Liz's teasing massage, but when she felt the touch of Liz on her pussy she let out a long, deep and loving moan. Liz was pleased that she could make her lover feel this good. She continued caressing and massaging her pussy until her she slipped two fingers in it, this caused her lover to squeal and yelp at the sensation this was giving her. Liz pumped her fingers in her lovers hot, moist snatch, bringing her on the edge more and more until she almost came. The moans and grunts of this action got the attention of Liz, as Sara made no attempt to hide her true feelings. Liz slowly and seductively put her hands on Sara's lips.

"Shhhh" Liz hushed her lover. "Not yet. I want you to enjoy this." 

Liz pulled herself out of Sara and started to kiss down her thin, pretty neck. She went to Sara's exposed nipples and licked them, her tongue playing sweet melodies on her loves areola, making Sara scream with ecstasy. She then started to suck Sara's breast while massaging the other, ever so gently. As the nipple grew erect in her mouth, she lightly tugged on it with her teeth, Sara's mix of pain and pleasure was astounding. She always liked this level of abuse, and her sensitive breasts proved this. She moved down her lovers body, giving little kisses lower, and lower, and lower until she reached the Holiest of Holies. Her loves wet, pink, saturated pussy glistened and shined in her face. She smiled and looked up at Sara.

"Ya know" she said "You have a very gorgeous cunt."

Saying this made Sara blush. Liz loved this, seeing her so embarrassed, so unsure about what to say next. Liz smiled again and went back to work. Her light, elegant tongue danced around her lover, the stroked and laps on her pussy made Sara moan and clutch the bed frame. She looked down and breathed in sharply, smiling at her lovers pleasures. She looked up again and quivered with lust and pleasure. Liz kept this up until she lightly grazed Sara's clit. This sent Sara wild, as all this build up had meant something to her and her lover. She kept moaning, chiming in the ever so often "Yeah baby" and "Right there". She was on a razors edge, her face started to contort, and her legs began to convulse. Just at that moment, the moment where it would have been perfect, Liz stopped, looked into her lovers eyes and whispered.

"Not yet."

Liz and Sara, fully exposed, saw everything about each other. Nothing was hidden, and nothing should be. They where in love, and in a world of delight.

The room smelled of pussy and sweat, Liz looked at Sara and bit her lip. She put her pussy on top of Sara's, her wetness almost matching her own, as she started to gin on her. Sara gasped and looked up and Liz, their breasts on top of one another, bodies bucking back and forth. Liz grabbed her lovers hands and kissed her, doubling the passion and intensity of that of the earlier kiss. They moaned as their tongues gently wrestled in each others mouths, neither one wanting to lose the fight, but neither wanting to win either. The kept bucking back and forth, their clits rubbing on top of each other, their juices running down their legs and down the crack of Sara's ass. Just then, both of them started to feel it, the feeling of love, lust, joy, patience and ecstasy combined into one intense moment. Liz and Sara's lips unlocked as they began to cum. Their backs arched and their moans made no effort to hide the act that they where doing. 

A full minute passed as the two women started to come down from their intense orgasm. Liz fell to the side of her bed and looked at Sara. The two felt an indescribable feeling when they looked at each other. One that surpasses lust and sex. Liz smiled as Sara smiled back. Liz sighed and got up. Sara looked confused as Liz went to her purse.

"Liz?" Sara asked "Lizzie, whats wrong?"

"Nothing Sara" Liz Began "Nothing at all. Sara, when I first met you, I knew that there was something between us that just clicked. I thought to myself 'Wow, I will never find another girl like this', and after living with you for this time, I can see that I was right. Sara, I want to spend every waking moment with you, every second of my days with you. You make me feel something that I haven't felt in a long time; Love."

Liz got down on one knee, and pulled out a little black box. Sara started to tear up and smile, knowing what was about to happen.

"Sara Sammy Johnson" Liz began, opening up the box, revealing a medium sized diamond ring, glistening in the light. "Will you marry me?"

Sara started to cry and smile. She lunged out at Liz and hugged her, whispering into her lovers ear.

"Yes. A million times yes."

Liz smiled, feeling the rush of love and excitement go through her like a cool rush of water. She patted Sara's back and closed her eyes, feeling true happiness for the first time.



The Question



"O.K. What happened?"

"What do you mean - 'What happened?'"

"You know what I mean. What happened?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, yes, you do. You've got that look."

"What look?"

"You know. That look like you've just been laid."

Sharon and Jennifer were having their usual Monday lunch at their usual Monday restaurant at their usual Monday table. Jennifer knew there was something going on with Sharon.

"You've got that same look you had the next day after - what was his name? Mike? Yeah, Mike. When you let Mike stay the night at your place after you went to that retirement party," said Jen.

"I don't have any look," Sharon said unconvincingly.

"Yes, you do. You've got that 'Just fucked' look. Tell me what happened," Jen insisted.

Nothing.

Jen went on.

"O.K. Was it last night?"

Sharon looked down at the table and shook her head.

"When, then? Saturday night?"

Sharon shook her head, "No."

"My god! Don't tell me you got laid during the day on Saturday!"

"No," Sharon replied with a slow smile crossing her face.

"Then when was it? C'mon, tell me," Jen said.

Sharon slowly raised her head and looked at Jen. Her face was the picture of satisfaction. She answered, "Friday."

"FRIDAY!" Jen shouted, then looked around to see if her shout caused anyone to look at them. "You mean that you got fucked Friday and you've still got that 'Just fucked' look three days later?" she asked incredulously. "My god! I can't believe it!"

Sharon opened up a little, "I guess I could never hide anything from you. You can always tell."

"You've got to be kidding me," Jen said, ignoring Sharon's comment. "You got fucked three fucking days ago and you're still feeling so fucking good that it looks like you fucked 30 minutes ago? And here I am. I can't remember the last time I..."

"Jesus, Shar. You gotta' tell me about it. Right now! This minute!" Jen demanded.

Sharon took a sip of her iced tea and giggled. "Well..." she started.

Jen couldn't believe it. Her mental picture of what her best friend must have experienced - three fucking days ago! - was beginning to get to her. She took a big gulp of her iced tea. She could feel her underarms beginning to sweat.

"So, are you gonna tell me or not?" Jen asked, her voice a little irritated as she looked around the room.

"Yeah, I'll tell you," Sharon said. She paused and her thoughts seemed to be drifting off for a moment.

"Well?" Jen said.

"It was fuckin' marvelous!" Sharon beamed as she looked back at Jen.

"No kidding," Jen retorted. "Three days later and you still look like that? Keep going."

"Well, it all began when I got this phone call at work. A bunch of them were going out after work and asked me to go with," Sharon started.

"That's not so strange," Jen said. "You've told me that happens a lot where you work."

"Yeah, so?" Sharon added. "You want me to tell you or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead," Jen said.

"O.K." Sharon continued, picking at her sandwich as if she wasn't really hungry. "So, anyway, we went over to Willy's. You know that place on east fourth, downtown? I've always thought that was in kind of a seedy section. So I wasn't too thrilled about going. But, Natalie and Bri were going, too, and they said I could ride with them. 'Nothing's going to happen, Sharon,' they told me. 'We're just going to drink,' said Bri. And then she grinned this wicked grin at me, winked, and said, 'Hey, maybe we can get Nattie laid!' "

We're always kidding Nattie like that. She is so beautiful, with such a killer body. Yet she doesn't seem to get hooked up with anybody," Sharon said.

"O.K. Go on," said Jen. It must have gotten hotter in here, she thought. She could feel beads of sweat running down the middle of her back.

"So we went in Bri's car and all the time Nattie's going on about how crappy things are with her supervisor now, but that there's this cute UPS guy that comes almost every day about 10:00 -"

"Sharon," Jen said sternly. "I don't want to hear about Nattie's personal work history. Tell me the good stuff! What happened after you got there?"

"O.K." Sharon replied. "So we got there and it was pretty crowded, but it wasn't stinky. They must have banned smoking there. We looked around and found the people from work. They had a couple of tables, so we all went over and sat down. We ordered drinks, they came, we talked and drank, we ordered some more. After a while some of the group got up to dance. Then I noticed this kinda' tall, dark-complexioned guy at the bar. He looked at me and caught my eye. All of a sudden, for some reason I couldn't look away. He held my gaze while he got up and started walking toward me. When he got to our table he just held his hand out, inviting me to dance."

I stood up and took hold of his hand. The first thing I noticed was that his fingers felt like steel. He gently guided me onto the dance floor and instead of dancing three feet apart, he held me next to him. He led me through the first dance perfectly. It was a fast dance and we just breezed through it although I don't know how since he was holding me close all the time. He had his leg between mine and, of course, my leg was between his and the closeness was electric. I think I could feel his half-hard cock through his pants and its size was scary! I was pushing my tits against him as much as I could, but there was no indication from him that he could even feel them."

"Oh, my god!" said Jen. "You mean you were doing this right there on the dance floor?" Jen could feel herself getting wet and she rubbed her legs together.

"Well, it wasn't like it was real obvious," Sharon responded. "But we were close together and my pussy kept rubbing on his thigh."

"Oh, Jesus..." Jen replied. She shifted in her chair and absent mindedly began to rub her left breast with her right hand. "Go on, go on," she encouraged.

"He wouldn't let me loose between dances. He kept me next to him. We talked some when the music stopped, but you know how those places are - there isn't a lot of dead time, the music keeps on and on. After about four songs wrapped up in his arms - god, he was solid - and feeling his body heat, I was ready for a break. He suggested we rest for a while, and then led me not back to my table, but to the stand-up bar along the side toward the back. I didn't realize it before, but this stand-up bar takes a couple of right angles toward the back and there's this one section where you can stand at the bar and still be facing the dance floor. The lighting was dim back there, but he put me against the bar and stood behind me. A bartender came over right away and my dance partner - that's all he was, you know - ordered two drinks. The bartender left and I was resting with my elbows on the bar, when - You're not going to believe this, Jen! I still don't believe it myself..." She paused.

"Oh, my god, Sharon, you don't mean -" responded Jen.

"Yes, I do mean! Before I knew it, he had my skirt up, had pulled my panties to the side and was fucking me! I must have been really wet and ready, because I hardly realized what he was doing until it happened. I almost fainted! It was like an I-beam in my pussy! He was as hard as steel and he leaned forward and whispered loudly - it had to be loud to be above the music - and said, "Hey, baby, just go with the flow." I could hardly breathe. I have never felt something so spontaneous and breathtaking. He pushed in about five times and I came! My knees went weak and I felt his arm around me holding me up. I was almost about to lose consciousness -"

"Stop!" Jen said, clearly agitated. "Let's get out of here right now. You pay the bill. Here's ten bucks for my part. You drive. I'm going to the restroom and I'll meet you out front."

"But what about your car?" Sharon asked.

"You drive, damn it," Jen responded with no doubt in her assertiveness.

"O.K., O.K.," Sharon replied, hesitant to question Jen any more.

Jen immediately got up and headed to the restroom. Sharon got up, went to the register, and paid their check. Then she went to the front door and waited for Jen. She didn't have to wait long as she saw Jen walking toward her a little faster than normal.

"Let's go," Jen demanded when she got to Sharon. They left the restaurant and walked to Sharon's car parked around the corner. Sharon remotely unlocked the doors and she and Jen got in.

"Where are we -" Sharon began.

"Just drive. Just fucking drive!" Jen replied.

"O.K." Sharon said, confused about what was bothering Jen. She pulled out into traffic and looked over at Jen. She was looking straight ahead and had a faraway look in her eyes. Both her hands were rubbing her skirt on the tops of her thighs.

Without looking at her, Jen said, "Get on the expressway."

In five minutes they were driving through the city at 55 miles an hour.

"Keep going," Jen said.

"Keep going, what?" Sharon replied, not understanding.

"He was fucking you at the bar," Jen replied, exasperated at Sharon's uncertainty.

"Oh, yeah," Sharon said and glanced over at Jen. Jen had her skirt up and was rubbing the tops of her bare thighs.

"Jen -" Sharon started.

"SHARON, FOR GOD SAKES!" Jen yelled at her. "HE WAS FUCKING YOU AT THE GOD DAMN BAR!"

"O.K., O.K. Let's see. Well, I came hard after about five thrusts from that steel pole and he was holding me up with his arm. He leaned forward next to my head and said, "O.K. Let's get out of here." I couldn't talk so I just nodded. He pulled out of me and it felt like part of my guts were all of a sudden missing. I've never felt so empty so suddenly."

"Oh, fuck," Jen muttered as she spread her legs apart and slouched down on the car seat. Her skirt rode up higher on her legs and she began to rub the inside of her thighs.

Sharon continued, "He threw a 20 dollar bill on the bar and stood me up. He guided me around the dance floor and over to my table. I picked up my purse and we went directly out the door. He had me by my upper arm and we walked to his car. Before opening the door on the passenger side, he pushed me up against the car and kissed me fiercely. He had one hand on my tits and his other hand was on my pussy under my skirt."

"Oh, shit..." Jen murmured. "Keep going."

This time Sharon understood. She continued, "He opened the door and put me in the seat. He went around and got in his side, started the car and drove off. "It's not far. Pull your skirt up," he said. I did and he reached over and fingered my pussy. My panties were so wet, I would've sworn they had just come out of the wash. I spread my legs as far as I could in the seat and involuntarily began moving against his hand. God, his hand was hard and solid."

"Fuck, Shar," said Jen as she looked over at Sharon. "This is so hot. Keep going."

"He was right. It wasn't far. Before I knew it, we were at his place - a really nice place. Then I don't know how it happened, but we had all our clothes off and he had me on his couch leaning over the back on my arms with my knees spread apart on the seat cushions. He rubbed something as hard as steel on my pussy and then rammed it inside me. I thought I was going to die and go to heaven. I had never been so full of cock. He stretched me wide and filled me up clear to the end. Then he started to slowly fuck me. I felt like I was coming every time he shoved that I beam into me. His hands were on my butt spreading my ass and holding me tight so he could spear me with his steel pole. Shit, Jen, I -" Sharon paused and looked over at Jen.

Jen had her right leg up on the dash by the door and her left knee was stretched out over the console. Her eyes were closed and her skirt was up around her waist. Her panties were missing. "So that's what she did in the restroom," Sharon said to herself.

Jen's fingers were deep in her shaved pussy as she finger fucked herself at 55 miles an hour.

"Shar..." Jen implored Sharon to keep talking.

"My god, Jen. I've never seen you like this. You're just a fucking slut," she complimented Jen.

"Oh, Shar..." Jen responded as she kept up the assault on her own pussy.

Sharon continued, "I have never come so hard on my knees before. He had to reach around me and hold me up else I would have collapsed. He kept plunging into me and when he came, it felt like a fire hose had been turned on inside me."

"Oh, shit, Shar. Oh, fuck, fuck," Jen's speech was becoming incoherent now. The fingers of one hand were up her cunt and her other hand was beating up her clit. Sharon was getting hot and bothered just watching what Jen was doing.

Sharon continued her tale, "He pulled out after the first burst and came all over my ass and back. It was so warm and I thought it would never stop. Finally, he sat down beside me and had me straddle his lap. His cock was still hard as a baseball bat and reached past my belly button. He lifted me up and sat me down on that rock hard cock. I put my hands on his shoulders and he began to lay into my tits with both hands and his mouth. It felt like his cock was going to come out my throat and my tits were getting battered. He pulled and sucked my nipples so hard they must have been stretched to over an inch long. Jen, I have never been so thoroughly fucked in my life and will probably never be again. Over the next few hours he fucked me in every position possible - sideways, upside down, downside up, standing up, lying down, me on the bottom, me on top, on the kitchen table, up against the refrigerator, on the stairs, against the sliding door, in the shower, on the toilet, in his giant bed. I must have come a hundred times, and his cock, his fucking cock stayed hard the whole time. He even held me up with my hands on the ceiling and his head between my legs while he ate me to a shattering orgasm."

"Oh, my god, Shar. Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming... So good... So fuckin' good... Uhhhh... Uhhhh..." Jen slurred. She had her hips thrust forward and up trying to get more of her fingers into her cunt while pulling at her clit with her other hand. Her hands were wet and slick with the juice from her cunt. Her body jerked and she yelled, "Eeeeeeee... Ohhhhhhhh...!! Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!" and finally slumped back down into the car seat.

Sharon was watching Jen, then returned her eyes to the road and took the next exit. She turned left under the highway and got on it heading back toward town.

Jen was a mess. She was half-lying on the car seat with her skirt up past her waist and her legs spread open. Her fingers were still rubbing her pussy slowly as she moaned without words. Her breath still came in gasps with her mouth open. Her hair was in disarray and wet with the sweat from her face. Sharon kept driving back toward Jen's car.

In a few minutes, "Jen, Jen. Get up!" Sharon spoke sharply to her.

"Huh... Huh... What..." Jen responded as she slowly moved and opened her eyes.

Sharon said, "You are such a slut. Just look at you. Sit up and get a little presentable. I've got to get back to work. What are you going to do the rest of the day?"

"I don't know. I guess go back to work." Then, looking around, she added, "Where are we? What are we doing way out here? You're going to make me late for work!"

Sharon looked over at her, a little put out, and said, "Wait just a minute! You're getting mad at me? Ha! Go fuck yourself!"

Jen giggled and said, "I think I just did."



The Question



AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a departure for me, a soft sensitive narrative. It is not dark and dangerous. I have no idea where this came from, but it is an experiment, as all my stories are. My only warning for this one would be for my fans (if I have any), as they might find this sappy and boring.

*****

The wine's bouquet scented the room as they gazed serenely into each other's eyes. His were black and deep like swamp water, hers were blue and deep like grottos in a coral reef, an odd but enchanting mix of gene pools. Nothing was said as the fire crackled and popped behind them. The smell of wood smoke was thick in the air, but there was more; the smell of sweaty sex added its mist of adventure, the beads of which were still on each other's brows and seeping through the furrows of their minds.

She rubbed her tiny hands across his chest, shaved by vanity and resisting her touch with heavy bristle. His back was against the sofa as they lay on the bearskin rug, and his massive left arm, tattooed and scarred from past adventures, dwarfed her shoulder while incongruent tenderness soothed her soft skin.

Their breathing had subsided from the rage of lust, you know the rage, that rage, the one with trees blowing and bucking in the roar of the wind. At least that was what it had seemed while in the throes of it, like there had been a meadow on a warm summer's day, and they had laid in it, and a wind had come up, a wind to exclude all other sound, and she had arched her back and raised herself up to meet him as he entered her, and he had thrust with so much need that he had pushed her back so that she needed a brace. It was energizing and exhausting all at once as the perspiration started to build, the sweaty sensual smack of bodies, culminating in the screams of lust fulfilled.

Calmness had been restored. Her nipples were smaller now and the meadow and the wind were gone, but her body was radiant with a sexual blush, a release of the blood needed for the act. Unseen to him, she still clenched her loins trying to recall those moments just before, and in doing so, wanting more. Her long fine blond hair was dark at the roots, not from lack of dye, but from sweat, and where the ends of it fell on her back and breasts, it was dark also, and for the same reason.

They wore nothing, no fancy and erotic underwear, no rings on their second fingers, no clothing at all, nothing to tie them together other than these last few naked moments and the memories like them over their time together. But they both knew that they had created something here, and a new single entity had emerged, a singularity of purpose, seemingly uncomplicated, but in reality it was one of those complex workings that causes a female bird to build a nest, a male to find food. And as in nature in general, it didn't need to be complicated; it just was what it was.

He admired her body, wanted her again, but he wanted to delay it, to savor the ascent to it. His eyes traveled to her slender waist bronzed still from the summer past. The belly button was an "innie" and he played with it as she giggled and pushed herself toward him, twisting so that she could grind her pubic area on his leg. Now there was wetness there also. He laughed. She laughed and her dimples became deep and cute beyond words, dominating her face, beautiful despite the lack of makeup. She would wake up as she went to sleep, the same Jennifer at all times. He liked that. He loved that. He loved her.

Jennifer allowed herself to slip down his chest so that she rested her head on his lap. Sex was gritty, and to be enjoyed fully it had to be done dirty, she believed. She didn't care that his penis was there, still wet and pulsating. She felt it strengthen behind her head as she looked up at him, his massive chest rising and falling in strength and calmness, his black hair cascading to his chin. She watched as he lifted the glass of wine and put it to his lips, watched as his Adam's apple rippled with the swallowing of it. A tiny bit of the red wine dribbled on his clean shaven chin, a chin that was wide and strong like the rest of him. She reached up and dabbed it off with her finger and put it to her lips. He looked down and they smiled wordlessly at each other. He was so strong, she thought, so confident, so rough and gentle all at once, knowing when to be one or the other. She liked that. She loved that. She loved him.

Neither of them had said a word since their lovemaking. It wasn't necessary, and there was no awkward silence between them; it was a comfortable silence, no, not silence, but something else, something like soft singing in the air. It filled the spaces between their words like background music to an old movie. 

A log fell in the fireplace and the room started to cool. Large snowflakes fell outside. Jennifer shivered and wrapped her arms around him while the side of her head rested on his penis. It was large again now and she smiled. He had that look about him, the one that says please, so she took him in her mouth. He was ready again and she worked him slowly while his hands roamed her body seemingly at random, touching the small of her back, the mass of her breasts as they jiggled above his knees, the nape of her neck and that beautiful spot behind her ears which always made her quiver. She could feel his cock twitch in her mouth and knew she had to be careful so she pulled back and fondled his testicles with her hands while his penis throbbed in space.

Suddenly he raised himself up and at the same time lifted her as if she was a child, placing her on her back on the rug. One quick motion had opened her legs to him and she stared upward, waiting. But he just touched her with his tip, only testing her wetness, teasing her so that she had to take action or go mad. She thrust upward in her need. It was all he wanted, and he thrust into her deeply, so deeply that she moaned a deep guttural lament.

That meadow; there it was again, and the wind, and the breeze became a gale, and the trees began to bend, and the wind began to roar. There was nothing else but the wind of it all as they joined each other, creating noises that only lovemaking creates, groans, gasps, squeals, lost in the roar of the storm, and finally the screams and "oh Gods" of mutual orgasm, her spasms drawing him out, pulling him even further into her so that in the end, he had pinioned her to the floor, the weight of him upon her. And she liked it like that, the dominance of him.

He kept himself pressed down on her while he finished his ecstasy, and under him her orgasm seemed continuous as he did so, their pulsating spasms massaging each other in perfect harmony. The weight of him diminished and her orgasm subsided, not in disappointment, but in perfection. He was softening inside her. 

Whether it was from smoke in the air or from groaning and gasping so uncontrollably, Jennifer felt a tickle in her throat and coughed. It was one of those surprising moments that changes everything in an instant. The vaginal contraction of the cough sent him out like a nuclear torpedo and she immediately felt physically empty, like one of her organs had been expelled. The astonished looks on their faces quickly turned to hysterical laughter.

Finally Geoffrey spoke, "Jesus Jen! You could have just asked me to get out!" His voice was deep like his eyes, but there was laughter in it.

Jennifer tried to gain her composure back. "Well, I figured that's enough sex before supper. Move out. Move on. Time to feed our stomachs, not our sexual appetites, don't you think?"

Geoffrey gazed at her softly and mysteriously and changed the subject. For the first time since they had met over ten months ago, his voice sounded tentative but hopeful. "Jen? I want to...I have something..."

He stopped and looked down, taking a deep breath and composing himself. Suddenly he said, "Sit up. I want to get this right." He wrapped a hot tub towel around him so that his body exposure was now decent, and padded in his bare feet on the cold hardwood floor to the front door of the cabin where the winter wind flowed slippery underneath. There he retrieved a small package out of one of the pockets in his ski jacket. When he came back to her, he made a grand spectacle of getting on his knees and presenting her with the package.

With a false formality he said, "Note that I already had this prior to making love to you, and also note that I hereby pop this question AFTER we made love, implying (quite correctly) that you are way more important to me than just being a sexual partner." He cleared his throat and said with an apprehensive voice, "Jen, I love you with all my heart, with all my being. Will you marry me Jen? Please, please say yes."

Jennifer's tears dripped from her chin and nose and the corners of her smiling mouth, but she had her wits about her. Grinning, she said, "Geoff, as sex objects go (and you are one), you're the best, the best ever, but that's not because of the physical motions of it. We merge. That's what it's like to me. We merge our spirits when we make love and that's a big signal for me, and one I've never had before, ever." She was looking at the ring now. It glistened like her wet eyes in the firelight. She slipped it on her finger and said, "Oh God Geoff, yes, yes. I will marry you! I love you so much!"

They embraced and a sigh of relief escaped unnoticed from Geoffrey's lungs. Even when you're sure, you are never really, really sure. And maybe that's what life is all about, he thought, never really being sure. Then and there, he promised himself that he would never be completely sure of her love, and that he would try to constantly earn it. Till death did they part.



The Question



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Readers : Please be aware that while this series of stories will get VERY dirty/kinky, some chapters will be milder than others. The specifics of each chapter will be listed in the preface so that you will know what the story contains. Constructive comments are always welcome, especially any from women as I'm always curious if I've captured anything that might remotely resemble a woman's thoughts/feelings.

 This first chapter contains anal play/sex, somewhat mild D/S with a brief mention of watersports/scat play and of course, a Question! Hope you enjoy!

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 CJ opened his eyes to see the spring sun streaming through the gap in the drapes and onto the bed. He recalled it was supposed to be nice today, with temperatures rising to accompany the brilliant sunshine. While they had no plans yet to take advantage of the nice day, he had a feeling that would change later... after The Question was asked. He looked over at the beautiful, sexy woman lying in bed next to him who was still sleeping - his girlfriend Lori. She faced away from him this morning, mimicking the position that she fell asleep in last night - mostly on her stomach with one leg pulled up. In fact it was the way she slept most nights they were together, so they could lock their bodies together in a modified 'spooning' position which they both enjoyed very much.

 They had had sex last night, each being fully satisfied and having a wonderful orgasm - she with his fingers inside her pussy, rubbing away at her G-spot as he expertly licked her clit, making her scream in ecstasy. And he as he was plunging in and out of her tight ass as she skillfully squeezed him in exactly the right rhythm to make him explode deep within her. It was his favorite place to come, and it was her favorite way to make him come, as she thoroughly enjoyed the fullness of his cock in her ass. He had introduced her to anal sex when they first met and she took an immediate liking to it. She had been curious about anal play herself, but had never been with anyone to explore her interest. But that certainly changed when she met CJ and she discovered that she loves anal play as much as he does.

 He looked over at the clock and saw that it was 8:13. A good time, he thought, not too early that they didn't get enough sleep, and not too late that half the day is already gone. Of course he had no plans on getting out of bed - it was the perfect time to begin the weekend morning ritual of waking his lover up. He smiled as he reached over and began gently rubbing her back through the tank top she was wearing. He loved how sexy she looked wearing that tight shirt, as her nipples would poke through the fabric and her breasts would gently sway back and forth as she walked. She didn't have large breasts, but her full B cups fit perfectly on her petite frame. He rubbed down her back until the tank top ended where he felt her warm skin beneath his fingers. She wore nothing else.. except socks.. always the socks. Her feet were always cold and as luck would have it, the one fetish he didn't have was a foot-fetish, so he didn't mind if she kept them covered all of the time. She was sans panties though, as she only wore them to bed when she was alone at her house. Anytime they were together he insisted on having unrestricted access to her body, to which she happily agreed.

 From her lower back, his hand continued down to where her ass began as he rubbed and squeezed and massaged her soft, round cheeks. Her ass was the source of so much pleasure for both of them and he never tired of having it fill his hands. While it might not be as firm as a 20 year old's, being that they were both in their 40s, it was still a beautiful, sexy and shapely ass that would turn any mans head - and he absolutely loved it! His massaging continued, but still gentle enough that he didn't wake her just yet. He ran his hand over the curve of her hip, down to her thigh, then the back of her thigh and up over her cheek. His cock began twitching and getting hard, as he couldn't touch her for long without getting highly aroused.

 With her one leg up, her ass crack naturally separated a bit, and his fingers slid down into it, glazing along the deepest part of her crevice, touching her crinkled anus and then her perineum to where it joined to her pussy lips. This was why this position was required - it gave him easy access to her entire genital area. He brought his fingers back up her crack noting that her skin felt a bit tacky around her anus. He smiled to himself as he recognized the remnants of the lubrication they has used for their anal fucking last night. They were both exhausted and save for a quick trip to the bathroom to pee, they had collapsed and spooned together before drifting off to sleep. But now this leftover lubricant would come in handy as it has in the past.

 CJ brought his left hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers before bringing it back down under the sheet to her ass. His fingers went into her crack, and he began massaging her soft spongy hole, his saliva fully re-engaging the KY's lubricant properties. He knew her asshole so well he could almost count out the ridges as he slowly circled around the outside. His pointer and ring fingers were now separating her cheeks slightly to open her hole a little more for his middle finger to rub and touch. He felt his cock twitch and pulse, as if it was jealous that 'he' wasn't rubbing against her beautiful anus. But he just has to be patient, as his time will definitely come.

 As his finger continued to caress her little rosebud, he slowly started dipping the tip inside, then back out and around again. He continued the massage, slowly sliding his finger in a bit deeper each time, feeing the tightness of her anal ring begin to soften and relax. Of course this was the whole point of the wake up ritual they had. He would try and see how far his finger could go up her ass before she fully awoke. Usually at the second knuckle she would begin to stir, as at that point the tip of his finger was at her second, internal sphincter which had to be slowly coaxed open to allow his finger to pass through. Being an involuntary muscle it did not respond the same as the outer one to his fingers intrusion.

 CJ continued the internal and external massage as he thought about how much he loved playing with her like this. He loved that the first thing she felt in the morning was something being stuck up her ass, and he loved even more that it never ceased to excite her which usually got them started on a wonderful sex session. It was their perfect way to start a weekend day, although today would be different, due to The Question that needed to be asked.

 He wanted to have a discussion with her - a sex discussion that would lead to The Question, which was something that could change the entire dynamic of their sexual relationship. But he wanted her aroused first, not to take advantage of her altered state, but to ensure she was in the right frame of mind. And there was no better way to get her excited, than to wake her up with his finger in her ass. So the massage and gentle penetration continued, the warmth of her ass enveloping his finger as it made its way deeper into her with each pass. Her outer ring was fully relaxed now, allowing his finger to glide easily inside with almost no resistance at all. Just as he reached his second knuckle and his fingertip pressed into her inner ring, he felt its natural tightening reaction which made her stir.

 "Mmmmm...." she moaned in a sleepy voice, slowly turning her head and opening her eyes. "What are you doing back there you naughty boy?"

 "Good morning baby... and you know exactly what I'm doing."

 "Mmmmmmmm... yeah.... I guess I do" she said lazily and laid her head back down on the pillow.

 With that she stretched and arched her back, which pushed has ass more towards him, which drove his finger deeper into her ass, which she knew would happen.

 "Yeah... that is what you are doing..." she smiled.

 "And it feels good, doesn't it?"

 "Mmmmmm... yeah, it does" she replied, arching and stretching further. "You know I love when you put things inside me."

 "So you love my finger inside you... inside your ass?" he smiled and questioned.

 "Mmmm.. yeah, I love your finger."

 "And you love my tongue up your ass?"

 "Oh yeah, definitely love your tongue."

 "And my cock? You really love my cock up your ass?"

 "Oh god yes. I really love your cock!"

 "Where?"

 "Up my ass!" she said, with a smiling smirk on her face.

 "Mmmmm... that's my girl..." he said smiling as his finger continued to probe around deep inside her.

 He liked talking with her as they played, making her say and admit dirty, naughty things. And although they have done some of the kinkiest things together, she was still a little embarrassed about saying it out loud. But it not only turned him on to hear it, it turned her on that she was 'forced' to say it.

 "You are just so damn sexy, honey...And I love it... and you." he said as he reached his head over and kissed her on the cheek.

 "Mmmmm.. I love you too babe..." she replied and closed her eyes again, enjoying his internal anal massage.

 He lay his head down on the pillow next to her and snuggled a bit closer. His finger was still buried in her asshole, not fucking her slowly anymore, but just rotating around gently inside her rectum, massaging all her delicate internal walls. His ring finger was now pressed into her pussy and was covered in the wetness and slickness of her juices. He loved feeling and verifying her arousal, knowing that just a finger in her ass made her pussy dripping wet.

 He thought for a moment about how lucky he was to have found her. She was a remarkable lover and her openness and willingness to try anything continuously amazed him. She hadn't had any experience with kink in the past, and now they made kink - real hard kink - a permanent fixture in their intimate lives. After introducing her to anal sex with such good results, he would bring up kinkier and kinkier things to do and she would smile, say 'OK' and then be brought to an explosive orgasm during the new activity. Most of the things they did were new experiences for him too, as he had only seen them in porn or read about them. The breadth of his interests was wide as his mind was completely open to just about anything so their exploration went in many directions. He had started her off slowly at first, like making her wear sex toys out in public, such as a vibrating egg in her pussy while at a restaurant, or a butt plug during a walk in the park. They also played with bondage, domination and spanking - with her being tied up and at his mercy, 'tortured' with multiple devices for a long while before finally being allowed to release her pent up tension in an earth shattering, explosive orgasm, the likes of which she had never known before. After that he started exploring dirtier kink with her, watching her intimate bathroom activities and eventually playing with her pee and scat all the while making her feel comfortable and sexy enough to continue exploring the kinds of activities that would make most people shake their heads in disgust and revultion. But they were having a wonderful time together and were enjoying every minute of it.

 All along this journey into depravity she just smiled and laughed and came, never questioning nor quashing any of his ideas. She trusted him and he always kept her safe and satisfied. Although they lived a few hours apart, they were together every weekend and as every Friday approached she would be wondering what he had in store for her; what outrageously kinky scene did he think up and plan for them in the 5 days since they had been together. He also had been sharing some of their exploits through stories and pictures on a kink website, carefully cropping out her face to remain anonymous, and she was always enjoyed reading the huge outcry of support and compliments from all over the world. Neither of them had ever been so open and intimate with another person - it truly was something special that they shared, and it went way beyond just the sex and kink. As he thought about this and smiled, he wondered how or if their situation would change after this morning; after The Question was asked. It would certainly take their relationship to a new level that he thought would be amazing. He knew it would be a big day and it started now, with his finger up her ass, stimulating and exciting both of them.

 Her asshole was fully relaxed now. Even her involuntary inner ring finally succumbed to the slow gentle massaging that eased all its tension away. He was working her body now as he had so many times before. She was so sensitive in her ass that she could almost come without being touched anywhere else on her body. Now with one finger sliding between her pussy lips and another buried deep in her rectum her heartbeat raced as her excitement built. Her hips began a slow rotation as they began moving in tune to the swirling finger inside her. On every circle of her hips, she arched her back and pressed hard against him, so that his finger would delve in to its deepest point.

 As she pushed back she felt the tip of his cock up against her lower ass cheek. It was hot and hard and wet as it gently stabbed into her. She lifted up her torso and shifted her position just enough to slide her right arm underneath and behind her so she could grab his cock. It throbbed and pulsed in her hand as she found the exact right spot to massage and hold him. He moaned as her fingers encircled his cock, squeezing and sliding up and down over his shaft.

 "Oh. God, babe... that feels so good!" he moaned into her ear.

 She smiled to herself - she loved pleasing him and feeling how excited she made him. They each thrived on knowing how they affected their lover, and that fueled their passion and excitement even more. His cock throbbed and twitched in her hand, each stroke seeming to make him bigger and harder. She knew his cock almost better than he did and was an expert at manipulating it with her hand. She alternated her strokes, first up and down running her fingers along the most sensitive underside, then all the way down and holding and squeezing tight at the base. She could imagine how wonderful his purple throbbing head looked and wished she could turn around and slide his wet cock into her warm mouth. But now wasn't the right time for that. She pulled on his cock harder, making it drip precum onto her hand, which provided perfect lubrication for it to slide deliciously between her clenching fingers. He never produced a lot of come during his orgasms, but he made up for that by continuously leaking copious amounts of precum, enough to fully wet her hand and almost as much as her own pussy produced.

 They lay there together, almost spooning, touching and fondling each other and building their excitement together. Both of them were breathing heavier now, with a few moans and groans escaping from their mouths as they used all their tricks to drive the other crazy. Her hips were rotating on his fingers, both still buried within her two holes, while his hips naturally began thrusting his cock into her hand. They could seemingly keep each other on the edge of orgasm for hours, driving each other wild with pleasure. Her hand gripped him like the tightest vagina or ass that ever existed, squeezing him so that his head was purple and throbbing. His middle finger easily slid deeply in and out of her ass, which was practically sucking it in now, wanting to feel his fingertip reach the back wall of her rectum, while his ring finger was being drowned by her frothing pussy juice as it slid two knuckles deep into her vagina.

 Before long they were both aching to feel his cock inside her taking the place of his fingers. CJ slowly slid them out of her holes and brought his hand up to his nose where he took a long sniff. They were slick with her juices and he inhaled deeply, moaning as he smelled her pussy and ass which made his cock twitch even more in her hand.

 "Baby... look at me," he said as she turned her head to look back at him.

 He brought his fingers to her nose so that she too could smell the scents from her excitement.

 "Doesn't that smell wonderful? Your pussy... and your ass?" He asked, smiling at her, as she took her own deep smell of her sex.

 "Yeah" she said sheepishly, knowing it was a very erotic smell but still somewhat embarrassed to say it.

 CJ then separated his 'pussy' finger and aimed it at her mouth. She looked at him as she opened her mouth and took the finger inside. As her mouth closed and she began sucking off her slick pussy juice, she felt his cock throb and twitch even more in her hand. She knew he loved seeing her taste herself, especially while their eyes were locked onto each other. She swirled her tongue all around his finger tasting her sweet flavor before he removed his finger. Of course, the 'ass' finger was next as her tongue recognized the difference in flavor, adding a slight bitterness to the mix. She sucked that finger clean as well, watching him the whole time, feeling his cock engorge in her hand even more than it was.

 "Mmmm.. .you're such a good girl," he said smiling at her.

 With his fingers clean, he put his hand on her hip and leaning back, separating their bodies a few more inches.

 "Put me inside you. I want to start in your pussy."

 "Mmmmn" she moaned as her hand released his wet slippery cock and pushed him down, sliding the head down her ass crack, lightly grazing past her anus and then to her slick lips. She barely pointed him correctly when he thrust forward, knowing that the slickness and openness of her pussy would easily guide him inside.

 "Ohhh... oh.. God!!!' she groaned as he was fully engulfed in her with one thrust.

 "Mmmmm... babe.. God I love your pussy!" he moaned at her, as he kept his hips thrusting forward so his cock could remain fully buried within her warm, wet pussy.

 He purposely stayed there, flexing his cock, making it twitch inside her, feeling her walls grip him, as she squeezed alternately to his twitches. This had taken some practice over their relationship to get the rhythm right, and when they did, it was exquisite for both of them. She pushed back on him, meeting his thrust to keep them in place with his cock buried so deep it bumped gently into her cervix. He then released his thrust, slowly backing his cock out guided by his hand on her hip. She relaxed her pussy, feeling it slowly empty before feeling him thrust into her again, filling the temporary void that was left.

 "OH!!" she grunted in pleasure as his hips bottomed out smacking into her ass.

 He alternated a few slow delicious thrusts with a few hard forceful thrusts, each one eliciting a squeal of delight from her. They continued enjoying their joined bodies for a short time, because although this was heaven, he knew it was time. He needed to be in her ass, and he needed to begin the discussion. This assfuck would be like no other.

 "Put me in your ass" he told her as he pulled back allowing his wet throbbing cock to slide from her pussy.

 She reached back and grabbed his soaking wet cock again. Her asshole was already covered with juice that had oozed out of her pussy, and combined with his precum, and a little bit of leftover KY there was no need for any additional lubrication. Her ass was completely relaxed and prepared by his finger, so she simply rubbed his head against her anus once or twice before pushing back onto him. He held steady and only moved his hips forward slightly, allowing her to gauge the speed at which he entered her ass. He loved when she was the one that put him inside - it was an extra thrill for him, seeing her impale herself, knowing that she desired his cock in her ass just as much as his cock desired to be inside her.




The Question



"Oh... yeah.. God baby, I love when I get inside your ass..." he said, as he felt his head 'pop' inside her ring.

 "Mmmm, so do I" she replied, as she pressed back a little more allowing her hole to slowly swallow him.

 He looked down to watch now, as she took her hand away once his head was inside her at the right angle. His cock, very hard and very wet was slowly being eaten by her ass, disappearing as the distance between her cheeks and his hips grew smaller and smaller. Her asshole was exquisite, tight and soft and slippery and just perfect. Her ass was heaven and it was all his!

 "Oh God you feel so good inside!" he moaned as his hips came to rest against her ass cheeks so that he was fully buried in her ass, their spooning complete.

 "And you feel so good being inside me" she sighed back to him, as she arched her back to get every last millimeter of his cock into her hole.

 He pushed forward to accommodate her, feeling that last bit of his length getting its chance to be inside her, his head buried much deeper than his finger could ever go. It felt so warm and wonderful that he never wanted to leave. He twitched and flexed his cock inside her, the same way as he started in her pussy. She responded in the same manner, squeezing with her ass muscles, pushing out slightly, then sucking back in. They had worked on this as well, ensuring they both knew how to enjoy and please the other to get the most out of every assfuck.

 They continued squeezing and flexing each other slowly, enjoying the bond they shared by being joined. It was such an intimate feeling with such amazing physical sensations in addition to the mental stimulation that anal sex provided. They then got into a slow fucking rhythm, pressing deep against each other and then separating so that his head was just inside her anus before pressing together again. His left arm was wrapped around her torso, holding onto one of her breasts as he hugged her from behind.

 "Lori?" he said, lifting his head off the pillow to look at her.

 "Yes?" she answered, turning her head to look up at him, her hair strewn about her face so she could barely see through it.

 "I'm going to ask you some things while I fuck you. And you need to answer OK?"

 She gave him a puzzling look before closing her eyes as his cock bottomed out inside her ass. She opened them again as he slowly pulled back.

 "OK" she replied as they continued their slow fuck.

 "Do you love me?"

 "Yes" she looked at him smiling.

 "And you know I love you?"

 "Yes, I know" she smiled again, feeling his cock slide all way inside her body again.

 "Good. And do you trust me? To keep you safe no matter what we do?"

 "Yes, babe, I trust you" she said as she looked at him a bit quizzically, wondering what these questions were about.

 "OK good. And do you love when I fuck you in the ass?" he asked as he thrust into her hard and fast, smacking his hips into her cheeks and making them shake and jiggle.

 "Uhhh.. mmmph." she exclaimed in surprise to the quick thrust.

 "Yeah.... I do love when you fuck me in the ass," she finally replied after regaining some composure.

 "Do you love everything we've done together?"

 "Yes"

 "You love when I stick other things up your ass? Like my fingers, my tongue, toys, food... enemas?"

 "Yes, I love whatever you put up my ass."

 "And you love when we pee all over each other?"

 "Mmmm... yeah, that's fun"

 "And you love when I make you drink pee?"

 She paused and looked back at him again with a smirk. He specifically asked this because he knew she didn't really like drinking urine. But he had never given her too much and had even used ice cubes to make it more palatable for her. So while it wasn't her favorite kinky activity she always drank every drop he gave her.

 "Yes, I love doing that FOR you.' she finally replied.

 He smiled back as he continued a slow thrust into her ass until his hips pressed against her cheeks. While deep inside her he shifted his body to get closer to her. Now his left arm went around her waist and up her torso, across her breasts and held onto her right shoulder as it was pressed into the bed. He was in a much more commanding position now as he continued his questions.

 "So you love when I make you do things?"

 "Yes"

 "Do you love when I spank you, and use things to bring you pain while we play?"

 Lori turned her head on this question, looking back at him as he pulled his cock back out of her ass and then slowly reinserted it, filling her again. She thought back to the many times he spanked her ass and pussy, used clamps and clothespins on her nipples and lips, dripped hot candle wax on her body and shoved ice cubes up her ass. She had enjoyed every minute of it as he would draw out the scene, alternating between this pain and immeasurable pleasure, before she had an orgasm where she almost lost consciousness. He told her it was something about the endorphins that the pain released, that flooded her body and made the subsequent pleasure so much more intense. Lori didn't care what the science was, she just knew it felt SO fucking GOOD!

 "Yes, I love when you do that."

 "And do you love when I tie you up, or handcuff you, totally controlling you?"

 "Yes"

 "So you love being completely at my mercy?"

 "Yes" she answered meekly as his arm gripped tighter around her petite body.

 "You've done everything I've asked of you, haven't you?"

 "Yes, I think so."

 "No matter how dirty and disgusting it was, right?"

 "Yes"

 "And you always enjoyed it?" he said as he thrust harder into her ass, holding her even tighter now.

 "Uugh... Yes"

 With that, he pressed against her hard, turning her onto her stomach with him on top, his rock hard cock still completely buried in her ass. A moment later he lifted himself up, slid his knees underneath him and raised his body, sitting on her ass with his cock spearing her. He rocked forward and back a few times, enjoying the site of his shiny cock disappearing into her body.

 Then he pulled back, allowing his cock to be free from her tight anus and spring back upwards towards his stomach. She moaned as her rectal cavity was empty, hoping and knowing that it wouldn't stay that way for long.

 "Spread your ass for me" he commanded.

 Lori reached back with both hands, her head now buried in the pillow. She gripped each cheek and spread them, causing her asshole to gape open obscenely. He looked in fascination at her beautiful, exposed and open asshole. It glistened from the juices he left there and he could see her inner walls pulse with her elevated heart rate. He loved seeing her tightest tunnel bored open so he could see deeply inside her body. He pushed the tip of his penis down, aiming towards her and plunged inside in one stroke, her anal rings easily giving way as they were still completely aroused and relaxed.

 "Ugh.... ohhh..... " she moaned at the swift intrusion as she let go of her cheeks to hold onto the bed.

 Quickly he lifted himself up. SMACK!!! His right hand came down hard on one cheek. SMACK!!! Then the other.

 "Aaaahh!!" she screamed, aware of only the sting on her cheeks.

 "I said to SPREAD YOUR ASS! I didn't say let go!" he firmly told her as she scrambled with her hands to pull her ass open again.

 "I want to be the deepest I can be inside you. I want you to feel my cock in your throat!"

 He plunged back down into her, ramming into her cheeks with a thud as the base of his cock bumped against her anus, and then lay down on top of her. With her cheeks spread his hips could get as close to her body as was possible, which afforded the deepest penetration.

 "There," he said softly into her ear as he lay on top of her, "isn't that better?"

 "Mmmph... yes" she grunted in reply.

 "Yeah, I thought so." he chuckled, knowing how much she really, truly loved when he fucked her in the ass.

 His last position change was to reach his right arm over her right shoulder, then under her neck so his hand could grip her left shoulder. She was now pinned to the bed, her ass speared by his hard cock, with her hands stuck between their bodies, still spreading her cheeks. Most of his weight was on her tiny frame, with her head buried in the pillow, and her hair strewn across her face. She loved being dominated this way, being held down and 'taken', especially when it was her asshole being violated. And now his arm was around her neck, and while he didn't restrict her airflow at all. it was clear that he could, in an instant, choke the life out of her. It was a position of pure power, of control over her and it was exactly what he wanted for the last part of their conversation.

 He began slowly fucking her again, first plunging deep inside her anal cavity, then pulling out so the head of his cock was held by her protruding outer ring, before sliding in again seemingly deeper than before. He was breathing into her ear, as he spoke, her face covered by her hair, which was blown around by her grunts and groans as she exhaled

 "So you love doing everything I tell you to do, right?"

 "Yes"

 "And you want me to control you?"

 "Yes"

 "And your ass, I can do anything I want to it, right?" he seethed into her ear as he pressed his hips hard into her spread cheeks.

 "Yes" she panted, thoroughly enjoying his cock deep inside her as well as the language of her submission.

 "So if I can do anything I want to your ass, it's like I own it, right?"

 "Yes"

 "I OWN your ass!" he reiterated as he plunged back into her, harder this time.

 "Mmmph... yes" she managed to enunciate a simple agreement between grunts.

 "Tell me" he commanded, as he paused fucking her momentarily.

 "You own my ass"

 "Again, louder"

 "You OWN my ass! Ohhh Gooooooooddd..." she exclaimed as he pounded his cock back into her ass again, filling her rectum with his pulsating flesh.

 "That's right.. I own your ass." He said forcefully as his arm tightened around her neck and shoulder.

 Lori was breathing heavily and grunting with every stroke, her body being invaded over and over again, every nerve below her waist on fire. She still held her cheeks open, but by now her asshole would be so dilated from the repeated ramming it really wasn't necessary. She was building up to a massive orgasm, one of those toe curling, body shuddering, semi-unconscious orgasms that completely reaffirms their 'perverted' relationship. Of course, his words describing his domination and her submission only further fueled her mental arousal to match the physical stimulation that her body was enduring.

 "Play with your clit now. Put your hands under your body and play with yourself. I want you to come when I tell you to," he ordered as he lifted up his body, his cock slowly sliding out of her.

 She let go of her cheeks and slide her hands underneath her stomach, her more dominant right hand holding onto her mons as her fingers sought out her engorged clit.

 "Good, are you touching yourself? Are you going to come when I say?"

 "Oh... gawd.. yes!" she mouthed into the pillow, barely able to breathe now that her own fingers were flicking her clit - the added stimulation was almost unbearable, but she knew she had to hold off and wait... until he said so.

 He eased back into her ass, his cock easily swallowed up by her trembling orifice and realized he was also well on his way to his own massive explosion, deep inside her hole, He loved the way her body opened up to him, allowing herself to be anally violated, yet loving every minute of it. She excited him like no other and now he wanted to bring it all home, time their 'conversation' to peak right as they climax.

 "So baby, I own your ass, and you want to do everything I tell you to do, is that right?" he hissed, only inches from her ear.

 "Ye... yes." she stammered, maintaining only a modicum of control over herself.

 "You know what being owned and doing everything I say makes you? That makes you a 'slave' doesn't it? And if its focused on your ass, then it must make you an Anal Slave, right?"

 "Oh god... yes.." she managed to huff between grunts.

 "So you want to be my Anal Slave?"

 "Yes"

 "And I'll be your Anal Master?"

 "Yes"

 "Controlling everything about your ass? Everything that goes in.. everything that comes out...?"

 "Oh God... yes!" she yelled, getting so close to her explosion.

 They were both getting close. Lori could barely continue hearing or speaking as her body was nearing its breaking point. The orgasm inside her would be forced out more sooner than later, but she had to hold it! CJ knew she was close, by her breathing and the twitching of her body as he repeatedly sank his cock into her warm soft asshole. He began to feel that tingle in the head of his cock, which signaled his own impending climax.

 "So ask me, baby... Ask me... " he commanded into her ear as he continued pounding into her body, his arm tightly holding onto her shoulder and neck, having her completely under his control.

 "Whu... what?" she stammered with difficulty.

 "You want to be my Anal Slave, right? So ask me!" he grunted into her ear.

 "C... can... can I... be ... your Anal Slave?" she huffed out amongst groans.

 "Beg me!"

 "Oh God... " she heaved, almost unintelligible. "Please... let me be.... your Anal Slave."

 "Again!"

 "Please.... oh God I have to come!"

 "No!! Not until you beg!"

 "Oh... oh... Please...please let me be... your Anal Slave!"

 "Is that truly what you want?"

 "Yes... oh God... ye... yes..." she stammered as she could barely manage words at this point.

 "OK baby... you can be my Anal Slave. But we're gonna have a contract... something we both sign."

 "O.... K......" she replied, barely able to decipher what he was saying as she was so close to her impending orgasm.

 "It'll have the rules.. The rules for you to follow as my Anal Slave, OK?"

 "O...K..." she panted.

 "And we'll both sign it, so it'll be official. You'll officially be my Anal Slave and I'll be your Master!" he exclaimed, loudly emphasizing their new titles.

 "Oh god... yes" she cried.

 "OK baby.. you've been a good girl.., Come for me now baby, come with me to show me that you want this more than anything!"

 "Oh... God... oh god!!" and her orgasm began, her finger pressing hard into her clit, her body beginning to tremble and shake.

 "Oh God baby... Yes, come for me!"

 "Oooohhhhh..... I'm...... I'm cumming!"

 "Yes, baby. Come now... Oh God your ass feels so good! I'm gonna come in you!"

 "Oh my God YES!!! Come in me!" she screamed before words left her and only the shrieking remained as she released the enormous climax that had built up for so long.

 He began grunting as well, barely a word could be distinguished as he slammed into her ass, his cock throbbing uncontrollably as it swelled bigger than ever. He felt her ass convulsing around him and that took his own orgasm to new heights of pleasure that he'd never known before. She felt his explosion deep within her, his throbbing and pulsing cock spurting out his seed into her and that added to her own orgasmic spasms that carried her away to another level of pleasure.

 Their mutual climax continued for a few moments, each of them having after shocks that shook and triggered the other into more of their own. They could barely breathe through their dry throats as the last spasms of orgasm left their bodies. He released the tightness in his arm that was draped over her shoulder, turning the control grip into a loving hug They didn't often come simultaneously but this was definitely something different, and they panted together for another few minutes, allowing their bodies to slowly readjust themselves.

 As he came back to earth, his cock softened, and as much as he'd like to stay inside her forever, he knew she needed to breathe easier without his weight on top of her.

 "OK babe, push me out slow so I can get up and let you breathe."

 "Mmmm... just another minute" she panted. "I still want to feel you in me."

 "God she is perfect" he thought as he listened to her words.

 "OK babe, whenever you're ready" he replied and leaned down to kiss her ear and neck. "Roll with me onto our sides"

 He then held onto her and they both slowly rolled together, keeping them joined but now spooning their bodies. Now he could easily wrap both arms around her and hold her tight, still feeling her asshole pulsing on his shrinking cock.

 "God you feel so good!" he whispered as he nuzzled into her neck.

 "Mmmmmm... so do you!" she replied.

 "You know I was serious. I have a document for us to sign." he said lifting his head to get a look at her face.

 She opened her eyes and looked at him through strands of her hair.

 "Yes, I'm sure you do" she smiled.

 "You're going to be my Anal Slave" he smiled back.

 "I certainly am!" she answered, and with that she closed her eyes, grabbed his arm and hugged it close to her breasts.



The Question of a Third



I hadn't liked taking a vacation day to deal with a contractor, but I had finally succumbed to peer pressure. The green carpets fronting every other house in the neighborhood weren't noticeable in and of themselves, but when driving past our patch of regularly mowed weeds, the lack of investment was evident. To put things aright, a lawn sprinkler system was going to be needed, mostly because I was too busy, I kept telling myself, to move a hose and sprinkler around the yard from day to day.

But my vacation wouldn't be ruined, if, that is, the contractor showed up roughly on time. He was already half an hour late. I liked planning things, and plans called for tasks, and there were times for each task. 

9:00 - Load the car for the camping trip. Done. 10:00 - Meet with the contractor. 11:30 - Meet Hayley at the Mall for lunch. 12:30 - Go to a convenience store, fill up the car with gas, and pack a cooler with ice. 12:40 - Leave to go camping for the weekend. 3:30 - Arrive in the Great Smokies. 4:30 - Pitch a tent. 5:30 (and thereafter) - Screw like bunnies. 

A simple plan indeed. The phone rang inside. Surely it was the contractor, calling to tell me he was just around the corner.

"Hello." I managed to say it without any condemnation or venom. The worm.

"Hi Steven. It's a blast from your past!" My mind was fractured by damning the contractor while wondering who this was. A familiar voice, yes.

"Okay, I give. Who is this?"

"Ahhh, come on. You have to at least guess." A slight southern drawl.

"The voice of Christmas past come to torment me. Who is it?"

"Not even a guess?"

"Oh, fine. How about a hint?" I wasn't much in the mood for games, but I knew this person, and it certainly beat stepping on ants in the driveway waiting for the contractor.

"Brown Sugar."

"Good on a sweet potato. Also a Rolling Stones song. How about another one?"

"Banner Hall, Room 3.something or another."

Ah! I thought I knew who this was, but decided to play dumb. "College. I lived there."

"Run, rabbit run. I want to shoot you with my gun."

"Bateson!" Eric, a college roommate for a year, who always changed the words to that particular Pink Floyd lyric. 

"Yeah, man. How's it going?"

"Good, I guess. All 12 years since I've heard from you. You pretty much dropped off the planet. How about you?"

"Good. I've been managing forest tracts for a paper company in Virginia for the last five years. I decided to take a road trip to Florida for a couple of weeks and thought I'd stop by!"

Stop by? "Where are you?"

"I-85 and Sugar Creek Parkway. You live near here?"

"Yeah, only several miles. But bad timing. We're leaving shortly to go camping. You ever heard of calling ahead?"

"Yeah. You know me, though. I just like to get into the car and drive. I didn't even know if you still lived here until I found a phone book."

"I'll have to introduce you to the internet. I gather you're still single?"

"Yeah, mostly not by choice, or, mine anyway. Where are you going?"

Paradise, I thought. Hayley and I had scouted a primitive camp site two years ago and had camped there once last year, which had been perfect. Perfect for.my mind digressed. "Eh, in the Smokies, just on the Tennessee side, in the National Park."

"Hey, if I'm not being too forward, I could go with you. I'd like to go there. I was going to camp at some beach in Florida, so I have a few supplies with me, although I was going to stay in motels too."

Three of us? It would be rather odd. And it would certainly change my expectations for the weekend. "Let me, ah, think about it. Why don't you come over for a bit? I'm waiting for a contractor and then I was going to leave. I may end up never leaving at this point."

Having given Eric directions, I called Hayley's cell phone. No answer. Either the mall was blocking the signal, or she had it muted. Great. I had to make an executive decision.

I had met Eric through Hayley, in college. She had several classes with him during her short duration as a Forestry major before concluding that, despite the romantic notion of working in the wilderness, there weren't many jobs out there that appealed and that paid respectably. I also knew that she would enjoy getting together with him to catch up on his life. We three had enjoyed good times, particularly in the summers when Eric and I were working and Hayley would visit for a weekend. I just didn't know if this was the right time. Maybe he could stop by the house on his way back.

Eric arrived shortly thereafter, and after a quick tour of the house and remarking on each other's graying hair, the blasted contractor arrived. He had a good understanding of the job needs, and all I wanted was a quote and his availability. I suffered through the sales pitch as he measured the yard, and sent him on his way to prepare a bid. Crap. I was going to be 15 minutes late meeting Hayley.

It turned out that Eric would be returning up the coast of North Carolina to visit with his sister briefly on his return trip, so I decided. I had better not make the decision. I put another camping chair in the van, as well as a small backpack, just in case, and added several more beers to the cooler.

Eric followed me to the mall to meet Hayley. She was waiting, somewhat patiently, it appeared, at the entrance to Ruby Tuesday's. "Hi, honey. Sorry I'm late, but the contractor didn't show until 11:00. I tried to call, but I couldn't reach you." 

"I left it at home to charge. Sorry."

I saw a large shopping bag with no name on it. It was strange that any store in the mall would sell something without advertising their name on the bag. "Aha. I gather you and Denise had a good time shopping?"

"Yeah. We did. She just left, actually. But I think you'll appreciate her input to what I bought." 

Whooee. Maybe that meant that she, for once, actually walked inside Victoria's Secret rather than "admiring it from afar." Back to the business at hand.

"I've got a surprise for you."

She slipped a hand on my butt and gave a squeeze, "And I've got some surprises for you."

"Let's do mine first. We'd like a table for 3." Hayley looked at me questioningly as the waitress gathered the menus to lead us to the table. "Behind you." 

She turned, to meet Eric's wry grin. She only took a moment to recognize him, and gave him a huge hug. "It's so good to see you! This is such a surprise!"

When we were seated, we caught up briefly on careers, bragged on our kids, and listened to a short recounting of Eric's girlfriend woes. Hayley finally got around to asking him what brought him through town, and the discussion quickly arrived at "the question." Would Eric go camping with us?

This wasn't just any question. This question encompassed a history of which Eric was quite unaware. This was more akin to that single point in time in a movie when the protagonist is forced to make a decision, in short order, that could have far ranging consequences. A complication was that it should be a joint decision, but we couldn't even speak of it in its proper context.

And this was the context: We didn't know if we were like every couple, or like just a very few. But from whatever source, be it imagination, an erotic story in "Penthouse," a movie, TV show, a book, or an attraction of a married person to someone else, the idea of a threesome had been a frequent fantasy discussed in our love-making. And in terms of our sex life, the discussion had always sounded so.real. During foreplay, Hayley's juices would pour in far greater quantity than I could manually stimulate. If she wasn't really in the mood for sex but was doing it only as a gift to me, a few words about a cock in each hand, or lips at each nipple were sure to engage her passion, and a very vocal one at that. The thought of watching while my wife fucked another man.there was no plateau that was higher in our sexual passions. The question was, could we envision, in reality, having another man join us in bed. And the answer had been a very pleasurable "Yeessssssssss!" 

Until just after the climax. Then came the other questions. Could we really do it? Yes. We agreed. Only a "yes" gave legitimacy to the sexual excitement that we experienced. But then the other questions arose, of possible jealousy, public exposure, disease, remaining satisfied with one partner, a break in our relationship and commitment to each other. We could seriously do it, but we could never seriously do it. It was a paradox, and we were thankful for what it was, a great fantasy. But the answer was necessarily a "no," and we had never made any attempts to make it happen.

Having been married over 15 years, there had been a number of times when, as we imagined her impaled on someone else's cock, whose cock that would be. It was part of our wordplay as we built the fantasy. A name. It would have to be someone that we both liked. Someone that she found attractive. It couldn't be a stranger; there was too much risk involved. It couldn't be someone that she could fall in love with. The person had to have other flaws about him that, regardless of sex, wouldn't appeal to Hayley as a "better relationship" than what we had, yet he still had to be a friend. It would also have to be someone that didn't run around in the same group of friends, preferably from out of town. And so, each time the "who" question came up after its first posing, the question became, have you thought of anyone better suited than Eric? And the answer had always been "no."

So, would Hayley want Eric to join us camping? A "yes" would not mean anything would happen; it was controllable. But something could happen, and that was a very big decision. I didn't want to cast the deciding lot. Seeing that Hayley was giving me a questioning look, and fully aware that my suddenly stiff cock was muting all the previously mentioned problematic questions, I gave an affirmative look that suggested, "it's okay with me, but it's really up to you." So much for male household leadership, but this had to be a joint decision, and I was willing to entertain the possibility if she was. 

Like the protagonist in whatever book, I could see the immensity of the question pass through Hayley's face within the couple of moments it took for her to lean her head slightly and run a hand through hair, pulling it back over her shoulder. Eric wouldn't have understood the context, but I knew what she was thinking, and she replied with a light, but enthusiastic, "Sure. That would be fun."

We decided that Eric should follow us in his Rodeo. We could fit his stuff in our van, but we didn't want to leave his car at the mall or drive back to the house to leave it there. Plus, he would be happy to head out to points undecided from the mountains just as well as from any other place. During the ride to the gas station, we had a couple of minutes to reassure each other that this was okay. If anything, it gave a premise that would fuel our sex the next time we imagined a threesome. As I filled the van with gas, Eric asked if Hayley could ride with him so they could catch up on things, which was fine.

When we were about an hour from the camp, Hayley rejoined me in the van, telling me what they had talked about. They had covered a lot of the same stuff as we did at the restaurant, but with more detail. I ventured a jest, "Did he make a move on you?" 

"Ha Ha. No. But he did have the courtesy to say how nice my new top looks, which is more than you've done!"

I looked and was immediately convicted. I really hadn't noticed. It was a V-neck sleeveless shirt, tight in all the right places, including across Hayley's 40D chest. The shirt must have included some support structure, because on closer observation, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were slightly higher than their natural position. She had obviously purchased it with me in mind, knowing that I'm particularly fond of her breasts. I made a mental note to thank Denise for her input at a later time. "What else did you buy?"

"You'll just have to wait to later," She added in a teasing voice. "He also went into a short history of his girlfriends. They apparently met someone slightly better than him and leave him to marry the other guy within a couple of months. He said it sort of started with me, which surprised me. We never dated, but he said he had decided he wanted to just as you and I started going out, but he never got the chance afterwards. Don't look at me like that. I said he didn't come on to me. It was just a part of his sad saga. He's been without a steady girlfriend for two years, and he hasn't had a date in months. He works in a small town, too."

Hayley stopped speaking, and the sound of the road noise was the backdrop to what I'm sure were duplicate thoughts running through our heads.

"So, what do we do, Steven?"

The discussion that followed was actually painful. I had to give more attention to the road as we were entering the mountains, and I couldn't do a thing about the stiff shaft in my pants other than give it an idle rub as we discussed "the question." And we discussed it the same way we had done in bed, only this time, there was no touching. For me, anyway. Hayley had pulled down her shorts and panties (hardly, it was a black g-string. She had apparently prepared her wardrobe specifically for a sexy weekend with just me), and brought herself to orgasm, which was no small distraction as I was driving.

Then the post-climax (for her) nuisance questions returned. "What if, what if, what if."

After Hayley "put herself back together," the process of which left several wet napkins on the floor of the van, we just agreed to just let it play out. If we both wanted it, it might happen if Eric was willing. If either of us didn't, then it wouldn't.

We paid the park fee, then drove to parking area at the far end of most of the main loop road, well beyond the frequented park facilities and recreational areas. We unloaded our van, packed lightly for the hike to our secret spot, approximately a mile down a faint path, then a half mile off of that, where we there was an excellent chance of privacy.

Then we did it again, to carry the cooler, table and chairs. Had it been just the two of us, we would have made it in one trip. The "campsite" was a clearing adjacent to a stream on a high bank. The stream had attracted us on the map during our first scouting visit, hoping for a private place to skinny-dip, one of those often considered fantasies that had proved to be difficult to carry out. Well, we had carried it out. The water was very cold, but there was a pool of water several feet deep, with large boulders on one side which were perfect to sit or lay on.

The clearing was rather modest, and the quaintness of our previous visit was replaced by a more suburban feel as Eric's tent had to be positioned such that his door flap opened facing toward the side of our tent, within several feet. His tent was considerably larger than our tent, which had chosen for it's lightweight and easy portability. Just the proximity of Eric's tent made the prospects of Hayley and I screwing like bunnies pretty dim, as the sound would carry easily.

After everyone was situated, the afternoon carried on, recalling our lives in recent years as well as the times we had shared together in college. We could have drank more beer, but we wanted to save the other half for Saturday.

As night fell, we faced a problem. The Park prohibited fires outside of the designated camping areas, and the fluorescent light we brought was attracting unknown species of flying bugs. We had to move indoors, and only Eric's tent would fit us, as our dome shaped tent was suitable only for two.

Even in Eric's tent, which had significantly more headroom, the space was crowded. We brought the fluorescent light in as well, which had been a timely buy when we read an article about a family dying from carbon monoxide exposure from a propane light inside a tent.

Eric began moving his backpack out of the tent to clear more room. As he shuffled his bag, a paperback fell from it, which he didn't notice. Hayley picked it up. "Penthouse Letters - V". It appeared to be a collection of sex stories that had been published in Penthouse magazines, categorized by types - Exhibitionism, Serendipity, Domination, Threesomes. Aha. Threesomes. 

Eric was commenting from outside. "I've got some cards in here somewhere. We can play something while we talk."

He reentered the tent, and Hayley held up the book so that he could see it. "Why bother playing? I'll bet there's a story in here about strip poker." Neither Eric nor I laughed. In any other setting, it would have been funny as hell. But the close confines of the tent, the presence of a "bed" as such, the familiarity between us and the show of cleavage from Hayley, made the thought of it very much within reach. Strip poker just didn't happen in real life, just like threesomes. It was the stuff of stories. 

Eric was a bit embarrassed about his book, and continued to be so for several minutes as Hayley read the titles to the stories on the pages that were clearly Eric's favorites - the pages were dog-eared. "My Wife - the Sex Slave I Always Wanted," "Horny Housewife Lures 3 Black Studs," "Girlfriend Tastes Cum for the First Time, and Can't Get Enough." "Sorority Girl is the Lone Female at Frat Party, But Not Alone." And there were others, tons. We laughed and joked about them, until Hayley came to "Two Couples Reunite for Strip Poker." 

"See, I told you there would be one. I guess we're just one short." Before Eric or I could make any comment, Hayley launched into reading the story. After she read the scene set up, she looked up. Eric and I both looked a bit stunned. I didn't know what Eric was thinking, but I was thinking of sex, and that Hayley must want to go through with it if she was being this forward.

"Hey guys, I'm not playing strip poker because I wouldn't want to embarrass you," she winked, "but that doesn't mean we can't read the story."

Eric said, "Well, go ahead. I'll never read it the same way again!"

I heard my wife say words such as "cock," "cunt," "pussy," "tits," "fuck me hard" and on and on. It wasn't that I hadn't heard her say these before, it was that she was saying them in front of another man, in a very bawdy context. At some point, the story became just a backdrop to what I was seeing. Eric and I were mostly stretched out and propped up on our elbows. A quick glance confirmed we both had flagpoles in our shorts. Hayley was sitting between our legs, with her legs folded under her and the book held to one side to capture the light.

I became aware that, although certainly the temperature of the mountain air had cooled, her nipples were fully erect, their shape and size easily discerned through her shirt. Her cleavage, neck, and face were also flushed. I risked another glance to see if Eric had noticed. His concentration was lower. I looked, too.

Although Hayley's shirt was tantalizingly tight, she was wearing hiking shorts. The hem was short, and the size of the leg pattern was large to facilitate walking and climbing. As she sat there, with her legs spread and folded back, the light shone up her shorts. Her g-string was clearly visible, as was the fact that her pubic area was shaven to within its confines. The light seemed to play tricks, suggesting at times that she was very wet. I became aware that she finished the story. 

No one said anything. She had quickly picked up that we had been spying on her. Several uncomfortable moments passed, and I offered, "I don't think I can take any more stories. Let's call it a night."

I could feel the relief in each of us, but I also felt a little disappointed. It could have happened. A suggestion, and a fantasy would have been realized.

Hayley left the camp a ways to go to relive her bladder, and I did the same in a different direction. We met back at our tent, and made facial expressions indicating we were horny, relieved, oh so close to living a fantasy, and frustrated that we couldn't speak about these things. Hayley held a finger to her mouth indicating for me to remain quiet, and retrieved a bag from her pack. Frederick's! She hadn't gone to Victoria's Secret then, but Frederick's of Hollywood! That meant that she had purchased "tramp" clothing rather than the classy, which is fine with me. I have an appetite for both. She held up a bra with nipple cut-outs. 




The Question of a Third



We became aware that Eric was leaving his tent, probably into the woods for a short time. It was an opportunity to speak.

"He...both of you...were staring at my crotch. What could you see?"

"Right up your shorts to your g-string. Sexy as hell."

"Well, you're lucky. If we had been in this tent, I probably would have pulled out my vibrator and used it."

"Who says I wouldn't want to watch." Hayley removed her shirt, her breasts bare.

"I've never been as horny. I was this close," Hayley grabbed her boobs and pressed them together, "to raping both of you. Strip. I need your cock." 

"Why are you putting that on?"

"You'll see." 

The bra not only didn't hide her nipples, but the design pressed against the sides of her breasts, enhancing her cleavage, but more Noticeably, forcing her areolas to protrude significantly through the holes. Her nipples were begging to be sucked, and Hayley could hear me gasp in awed appreciation. She relocated the lantern to the side as she straddled me and quickly impaled herself on my cock. Aside from the satisfaction of entering her, I was quickly aware that my balls were being thoroughly soaked by her leaking juices. I had never felt her so wet before, and I knew what thoughts must have been turning her on so fiercely.

I was trying to maintain composure by thinking of anything not related to sex so I wouldn't cum too quickly, but I knew it was a losing proposition. Her thrusts were hot, wet, and fast, and I could feel an orgasm building. I wanted to reach for her nipples, but I knew that it would throw me over the edge. Despite my immersion in the sight of my wife atop me and the tension in my balls, I suddenly became aware of another noise nearby, a slight slapping sound that almost mirrored Hayley's thrusts. It had to be...Eric, jerking off. But the timing? It couldn't be coincidental.

I reached for Hayley's nipples and gave them a tug. Hayley shuttered visibly and pushed me back flat on the sleeping bag. I beckoned a finger, and as she leaned forward I whispered in her ear.

"Are...you...aware...of...your...shadow."

Hayley's eyes grew slightly wider, and she raised herself slightly and turned her head to see what I had been watching since I became aware of Eric's presence. The lantern was casting a clear shadow of her profile on the tent wall, swaying breasts and all.

She was too far gone to do anything about it, and collapsed against my chest, trying to stifle her orgasm as I came within her. Some measure of sanity returned quickly thereafter, as it always does, and I managed to turn off the light.

Our breathing seemed loud in the sudden absence of our lovemaking, but it only took a few moments for my ears to relocate the sound of Eric jerking off. Hayley became aware too, as she looked up into my eyes, with a flicker of embarrassment giving way to a coy smile.

The sound quickened, then slowed somewhat, then ended abruptly. We heard Eric take several soft steps, some rustling of fabric, and then the sound of the tent zipper. He must have been watching, and possibly listening from less than several feet from his tent. 

Hayley began to softly chuckle, but I was wondering what exactly might be discussed at breakfast. Hayley could feel me stiffen, amazingly for soon after cumming. She turned on her side and reinserted my cock within her. It was a long, slow, and ultra quiet coital embrace that we shared into the night, with the sounds of the wind rustling through the high tree leaves.

Breakfast left much to be desired, as far as taste. A mix of grapes and trail mix took the edge off hunger, but that was it. We shared general pleasantries about how we slept, and I was generally surprised and relieved that Eric had not bluntly asked how the sex was the night before, as straightforward conversation, if you can call it that, had been his hallmark. Instead, he asked about the day's plans.

"What did you plan on doing had I not come?"

Interesting choice of words, that. "We were going to hike back to the main path, go up the trail 2-3 miles, meet up with the creek again, and then follow it back to here," I said. "You want to go for a hike?"

"Sure, that sounds great."

And it was true, we were going to go on a hike. But as we reentered our tent, I realized our planned trip was slightly more complicated than I had foreseen. Hayley had packed her bags for a trip with just the two of us. The only shorts she had brought were the hiking shorts she had worn the day before. And while she had brought changes in socks, she had otherwise brought only two pair of g-strings and two halter tops, somewhat loose but secured only by strings. The only bra she had brought was the one that she had revealed the night before, which wouldn't exactly assist in maintaining modesty. So my wife was to go hiking bra-less. Had it been just me, I would have been ogling and pawing at her all along the trail, which was her intent. But with Eric along, .I wouldn't be the only one ogling. 

After passing around the insect repellent and stocking up on water, we were off. It wasn't long before Eric was apologizing for upsetting our weekend.

"I'm sure you were both planning on a little quality time without the kids around, and here I am."

Hayley responded with the only thing she could, "Eric, don't be silly. If we didn't want you to come, we would have told you. You know us, and you know we would have. It's great to see you again after all this time. It's not the weekend I thought it would have been, sure, but it's been great to have you here."

Eric replied, somewhat sheepishly, "Well, I. You know. I don't want to get in the way. If you want me to take a long walk and leave you alone for a while."

I wasn't sure exactly how he meant that. It was almost like he was saying that he could go while asking if he could stay, instead. I wasn't sure how I wanted to answer that. Hayley and I hadn't had a chance to talk in private since we had arrived. "Eric, it's okay, all right? I'm glad you're here, too. We're old friends; it's good to be around you again. We three used to hang out together in school, too, remember?" 

"Okay, but. you know, even back then, Hayley didn't wear shirts like that" Eric looked at Hayley's chest, his gaze lingering a bit longer than he probably planned. Probably. "It's pretty obvious that you weren't expecting company."

He had a point. Hayley had recently figured out that her breasts had "matured" to a 40D. Whatever top she wore, the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was conspicuous, and her exertions on the hilly trail caused her breasts to jiggle continuously. They were eye magnets, for sure.

Hayley responded, "Look, Eric. If you'll remember, I didn't have a chance to re-pack after I found out you were here. I didn't bring much in the way of clothing, and, honestly, I wasn't planning on wearing it much. So you're right about what we were planning for the weekend. But that doesn't mean we still can't enjoy ourselves, and I really am glad you came. So anyway, I'll just wear what I brought. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know. Maybe I can wear one of Steven's T- shirts or something."

"What, are you kidding? I think I'd rather see Steven in his clothing and you in yours." He winked at her. 

I spent most of my time, when not watching my step, ogling as I had intended. Eric, on the other hand, was naturally investigative on the species of trees and plants, and he was much more accustomed to walking in the woods due to his job. Therefore, he would stop behind us, catch up, venture off to the side briefly, and, when we rested, wait patiently for us.

At our first stop, Eric did a fine job of casually standing in front of us while we were seated on a fallen tree. It didn't escape me, or, I'm sure, Hayley, that he was getting a great view of her cleavage as he moved about. And I noticed that Hayley, after fumbling with her water bottle, managed to lean over slightly more than necessary to retire her shoe strings, which were probably tied just fine anyway.

So there it was. Hayley was giving a show of her tits. I couldn't tell how much of a show it was, seated beside her. But, good for her! I'm sure it's not many 39 year olds who can command an audience, and she was in fine form. At 5'5", she was average height. Or, the perfect height, for someone, like myself at 6'0", to pull close and kiss. Everything fit. Her brown hair was cut several inches below her shoulder. While many of the women our age have cut their hair, Hayley's figure was excellent, and there would be no reason for that particular concession to age be made for years yet. Her hips were wider than when we met in school due to having two kids, and she had matured to a woman's body from that of a girl. But she wasn't fat. Cellulite was nowhere to be seen in her legs or hips, and her breasts were the perfect size. They could be dressed conservatively and remain unremarkable, or they could be let loose and raise a hungering lust.

Which was what I was feeling. I stood, and Eric casually changed his direction as if he hadn't been looking at Hayley's breasts. Hayley had just begun re-tying her other shoe, and I could see the view that she had been giving Eric. Her breasts were hanging slightly, giving more definition to her cleavage. The hem of her top remained loose, and by moving slightly, as Eric had, I could see the darker pink edges of her Areola, but her nipples remained barely covered. I hardly considered it the result of careful planning.

Hayley, what were you up to? An excitement that bordered on dizziness made me realize just how close to happening this threesome fantasy was. It seemed that all it would take was a question to get the ball rolling. "Eric, would you be game for fucking my wife?" That wasn't the way to do it, but it would certainly work. Again, a certain sense of excitement coursed through me, as I realized that, at the moment, I wanted it to happen. I had to talk with Hayley.

Eric was very accommodating by trailing behind us to check out trees and to gather several leaves for species he wasn't certain about. 

It was also my chance to do something besides ogle. I walked closer to Hayley, and reached for one of her breasts. Rather than receive a playful snarl that sometimes occurs when I feel her in a non-romantic occasion, she trembled slightly, as if she was almost orgasmic. I also noticed that, as we had been walking for about an hour, she had broken a light sweat. The moisture under her breast was apparent, and it was absorbed into the fabric of her shirt. It wasn't an issue now, but I could tell that the thin white fabric would become transparent as she continued to sweat. It occurred to me that this wasn't beyond her notice, or her original intention when planning the trip. But she also could have asked to borrow some clothing from me or Eric, and she hadn't. In fact, she.

"Touch me again."

What? My hand had fallen away from her breast so I cupped the other one, rubbing my fingers upwards to her nipple. She gasped audibly, and shook again.

"Hayley, what..."

"Stop. Take a deep breath. Tell me, what do you smell?"

I inhaled deeply. "Clean mountain air. A faint smell of decomposing leaves, maybe." And then I caught it. "And you."

"I am so wet. This g-string isn't very practical, I've discovered. It rides up into my crotch. Steven, look at my legs."

I looked. Wow. Her legs might appear to be sweaty, but it was her cunt juice leaking, and that was what I could smell.

In typical solve it mode, I offered, "I've got a paper towel in my pack. I can."

"No, you don't understand. I haven't decided yet. But I think I want to., you know. Our fantasy. I'm camping out in the woods, with nobody around. There's no one that would know. The man I love is here, and Eric is...we've always come this...Eric is the perfect guy for..."

"A threesome. Yes, I know." I could see in her eyes that she wanted to say more.

"I'm on the verge of turning 40. I'm fairly certain that my body isn't going to get better over the next 10 years. This isn't about love, you know. I love you. You're all that I want. But I think I would like the experience, and then a memory, of."

She looked slightly at a loss of words, and she was still trembling as I rubbed each breast with the back of my index finger. "I know, of being the center of attention, of being desirable enough to attract two guys. Is that it?" She nodded, but still at a loss of words. "Hayley, it's part of the fantasy that we probably never shared. My fantasy for you, and for myself, includes really the same thing. I like having a wife that looks sexy enough to attract other men, proud in a weird way that you're desirable to other men."

She looked relived that I could express what she was thinking. Then I saw the concern on her face. "But I wouldn't want to hurt you. It's not about lovemaking. I don't love Eric. I like him lots as a friend, yes, but it would really be like...like sex for sport, me conquering the game." She gave a little laugh. "Like sport fucking. I just want to try it for this once, but I have to know that you're okay with it."

"I am."

She looked up in a pleading way. "And that you'll still love me?"

"I do. And I always will."

Her nipples were hard points, and I rubbed them between my fingers. She pushed my hands away, the sensation obviously too much for her. "Steven, really? You really mean it? You'll let me fuck Eric?"

There, she had said it. "Yes. With me there. Yes."

"And you won't divorce me, or think of me as whore?"

"Hayley," I paused, and held her hands in mine, "I love you." I moved one of her hands and pressed it against my shorts, where she could what was a very uncomfortable erection. "I want this too." I think. "Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes. No. I think so. Let's see how it goes. But let me call the shots, okay? I want to be in control. If I go through with it."

I could see Eric approaching down the path. I gave Hayley a kiss, which was a full, wet one, with her tongue. She was hungry for sex.

When Eric caught up with us, I could see that he was more than a little curious about a certain odor, although he never was blatant enough to sniff towards Hayley. It almost smelled like we had already sex. I'm sure that he, as I did, took notice of what was becoming Hayley's see through top. It wouldn't be long, and her tits would be visible. What then?

We checked our map and ventured off our path towards the stream. The undergrowth was heavy and hard to pass, so we opted to head back to the path and then back to camp.

As we hiked, I noticed a change about her. At first, I decided it was a resolution that had come to, but that was only the start. It was confidence that was more descriptive. It manifested itself in different ways. Her gait changed slightly. She walked more erect. It struck me that earlier, she had been walking in a posture that would minimize her breasts. Now they were out there. She smiled more, she sweated more. When Eric wasn't looking, she gathered her shirt and wiped the sweat off her breasts and torso with no more concern than if she was wiping her forehead..

It didn't have quite the same effect as a wet T-shirt contest, but she certainly had our attention. Eric had the sense to steal glances during conversation and not comment on the fact that she was offering quite a view.

We finally returned to camp. Eric said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm headed for that little pool to cool off."

"Sounds good to me," I added.

"Be there in a minute. I'll grab some sandwiches from the cooler and some beer."

Eric added. "Nah, why don't you go change. Steven and I will carry the cooler to the creek. It'll be like a wet bar."

We started carrying the cooler and found a flat rock nearer the water level that would be convenient. The water was freezing at first, and then only very cold. After opening the cooler, it was only then that we realized Hayley had followed us. Not that I minded. Her top was going to look terrific when it was soaked. We both, by instinct, found a rock ledge to sit on while watching her enter the pool.

Eric was a little slow on the uptake. "You're not going to change?"

Hayley said what, I'm sure, was factual, but she said it in a dead-on sexy tone, just shy of the exaggeration of a seductress. "I...didn't bring one. I thought it would just be the two of us." She winked at him, and he clearly didn't know what to make of it. She removed her shoes and socks and entered the water. When she reached the cooler, the water level was at her waist. As she was getting the sandwiches out, she added, "These shorts were going to need to be washed anyway."

Eric and I glanced at each other. I gave him a conspiratorial look and said, "I think the shirt needs it too!" Eric laughed, and Hayley turned with a "you mischievous boys" look. She handed us the sandwiches, then the beer, and the conversation was decidedly absent until the meal was finished.

I got back into the water and found another shelf to sit on, one that, I was certain, Hayley and I had sat on and made love the previous year. Eric moved to a nearby shelf. Hayley waded over, dove underwater briefly, then emerged, pulling her hair back over her face. 

Her tits now had that "wet T-shirt" contest look, no question. Her nipples stood erect their full half inch length, clearly visible in almost every detail. Eric was open-mouthed, and I was at a loss for words myself. She was in charge, I kept telling myself. Still. "Hayley, would you get us another beer?" I was going to need it, at least. She did, and approached Eric very closely before handing him the beer, giving him quite an eyeful. Then, although there was ample room on my shelf for her to sit, she chose to sit in my lap. Aside from putting pressure on my cock, her position also kept her breasts above water and directly in front of Eric.

"Hayley, I think your breasts have gotten quite a bit larger than college," said Eric. There, count on Eric to make it direct. I was glad this was out in the open, yet curious as hell how this would work, if it would work, and the odd sensation of dizziness came back with the realization that this was "really" happening.

"Yeah. They were 34B's then, I think." She reached over for my beer and took a sip, a rarity for her. She must have been a lot more nervous than she sounded. "I didn't know what I was missing, I think. I used to say that `more than a handful is a waste,' but I don't think that's the case." She grabbed one of my hands, squeezing it under her breast, demonstrating that she was obviously bigger than a handful. "Steven, what do you think?"

"I, eh..."

"Hey, guys. Wait. Remember there's a single guy over here. I didn't even bring a girlfriend!"

Hayley laughed in a carefree way that I could barely even remember hearing before. She turned slightly and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. And her kiss was not a romantic one. It was her method of saying she wanted it hard, fast, and now. She broke the kiss and said ever so softly, "Yes?"

It took a moment for me to realize what she was asking, but the question answered itself. I responded with a whispered "yes," noting the glint of excitement in her blue eyes.

She kissed me again, this time in the "I love you" manner, and scooted off into the pool. She walked halfway to Eric and plunged underwater. The water was crystal clear, but it was still a surprise when she burst through the surface without her top. I could only see her back as she walked towards Eric, away from me. But it was one of the sexiest visions I've ever had.

Eric was awestruck, his mouth slightly open, clearly not believing the turn of events.

"Who says you don't have a girlfriend here?" She reached out to his hands, and literally had to pull them to her breasts. His hands didn't move. Hayley, I could tell, was nervous, probably wondering if she...we...had misread the signs. 




The Question of a Third



Eric looked over her shoulder at me. "Steven?"

"It's okay. It's the first time for us, too." I wasn't sure if he knew what I meant, but he understood the permission. Hayley turned slightly, and I watch him as his hands reached for my wife's breasts. While they didn't look different as he cupped and stretched them, it was strange to see something so familiar yet not be able to feel them. He slid off the ledge to stand in front of her in the water, then bent to suck at her breasts.

Hayley was no stranger to foreplay, but she had other ideas. She reached to his pants and began unbuttoning his shorts, then unzipping them. I was sure that she was pleased with what she felt underneath, she was smiling so much. She dipped underwater as she pulled his shorts down, returning moments later with them in hand, tossing them onto a rock. His hands returned to her breasts as they engaged in a kiss.

Which was strange. We had fantasized about the sex, but never about a kiss. Unexpectedly, it made me jealous. If this made me jealous, how was watching them have sex going to be? It was a strange source of comfort that my hand subconsciously found my cock, which was rock hard, and began rubbing it through my shorts. I realized that I was extremely turned on, even watching my wife kiss another man.

Hayley broke the kiss, finally, revealing that her hand had been working at his cock underwater throughout. "Steven, I'm very cold. Would you get our sleeping bags and towels and spread them out in front of the tents?"

It made sense to me. My feet were getting numb. After I had spread the towels over the sleeping bags, I saw that Hayley and Eric were approaching. It was strange to see Eric naked. Even as roommates, we had avoided that familiarity. He was sporting an erection, and it felt weird even checking him out. He was slightly longer, but thinner, than me. However, most of my attention was on Hayley. She was still wearing her shorts, but she was topless, and her breasts were jiggling with every step. It occurred to me how infrequently I saw her naked while moving. It was always standing, lying down, getting dressed. It was a tremendous turn-on just to see her in this way.

Hayley said, "Steven, I explained to him that this isn't about me and him. It's about you and me, and him. He's a bit nervous, but no more nervous than me. Anything else you want to add?"

"Eric, this is really okay with me. I think! We had talked about something like this for a long time, although we never would have planned it. But we're here, and we both want it to happen. The main point is this, it's our job to pleasure her. That's it."

Eric looked somewhat tense, but his eyes burned with desire as he continued to take in the sight of Hayley's breasts. "I've never experienced anything like this, but I've always dreamed about it. And even though I never said anything about it, even in college I always wanted to get in her pants. This is like a dream come true."

"You're right. It is." said Hayley. There was a silent pause, as we each waited for the next move. Hayley looked at each of us briefly in the eyes, me first, then Eric. "I want you both to fuck me. Eric, help me with these." Hayley stuck her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts.

Eric did, admiring the g-string that was buried in the folds of her cunt. Hayley had trimmed her cunt neatly in a narrow "V", but with the g-string nestled within her slit, her hair was on display. And then, even the little patch was gone, and my wife was standing in front of another man nude. They laid down on the towels, and I stripped to join them.

Hayley said, "Steven, first, I want you to feel my cunt before we go any further." I placed my hand on her, and was surprised by the heat that I felt, as well as by the amount of fluids that had already escaped her cunt. 

"I've never seen you so wet." It was all I could say. Eric had been watching, and, as I removed my hand, he lowered his face to Hayley's pussy, where he inhaled deeply before giving her a long lash with his tongue. 

Hayley reached to lift his head. Eric looked like he wanted more foreplay, but Hayley quickly added, "There's time for play later. Right now, I want you to fuck me."

Eric knelt at her legs, which were only partially open. In a variation of his sense of humor, he added, "Aren't you going to make me feel more welcome?"

Hayley looked briefly confused, so I helped by reaching to her knee and pulling it up. She understood, spreading her legs wide, opening her cunt for him. It was quite a sensation to see my wife spread herself for another man. I watched as he guided the swollen head of his cock against her clit, teasing her. This prompted a sharp response from her, "IN me, not on me." And I saw for the first time another man's cock enter my wife, one smooth stroke and then my vision was blocked.

I watched as her leg left my hand to wrap around his back. He was in deep, and she wasn't letting him out. I could see her facial expression change from lustful desire to passion as he thrust within her. Red splotches appeared at her neck, her lips parted for her heavy breaths, and her eyes fluttered. Her tits were flattened under his chest, and her hand was scratching at the towels. No, they were searching. She remembered me. I reached for her hand to hold it, but she threw it aside. I moved closer and placed her hand on my cock. She immediately grasped me with the tightest grip she had and began stroking me.

I was so mesmerized by what I was seeing that my concentration was far from what I was feeling. I could tell that Eric was close to orgasm, and my wife encouraged him, surprisingly, I thought, "Yes, that's it. You feel so good. Cum inside me. You know you always wanted to. I want to feel you cum." His thrusts were so hard I wondered if they were hurting her, but it wasn't anything I hadn't done to her before. Eric's face tightened, and I knew she was getting her wish. She, too, was lost in the experience, her eyes fluttering. When the last of his orgasm subsided, he withdrew, a sight that I was surprisingly curious to see. Maybe it was because my view had been so limited, which was certainly something that I had never considered in the fantasy. But the result was. His cock was drenched with sticky juices and cum, and some of it oozed from my wife's cunt. 

In our usual love-making, she's usually ready to roll over and, with my help, finger herself to an orgasm. But not this time. She quickly got on all fours, spreading herself again. "Fuck me, Steven. Fuck me."

It was only then that I realized my cock was still rock hard and that, somehow, I had managed not to cum. Her face was somewhat hidden by her hair, but it struck me that she wasn't even looking at me. She just wanted to be fucked. So I moved behind her and entered her with one quick thrust, noticing how different it was to enter her when she was so wet, so heated, and so open. I was fucking my wife's just-fucked pussy. Unbelievable.

Eric slid his head underneath her dangling breasts, and I could hear Eric sucking noisily as Hayley whimpered from the added sensual input. She continued to arch her back and rock backward to meet each of my thrusts. She finally gave up on holding herself up on her hands, lowering herself to her elbows, no doubt filling Eric's face with tit. My self-control was at an end, and I grabbed her hips, pulling myself into her harder with each thrust. Hayley began to howl, somewhere between a squeal and a scream. She gave herself over to words. "That's it, Eric. Suck that tit. Don't move from it. Keep going. Steven. keep. Oh!. I'm going to cum." She lost herself in moans as she orgasmed, and I came within her, with massive throbs running through my cock.

I was spent, but my cock didn't retreat as it normally did. I was still turned on as hell, with what I had witnessed. Eric, too, was showing signs that he was ready for another round. I decided that it wasn't youthfulness that allowed quick recoveries, it was the excitement. And I hadn't been this excited since our first year or two of sex. I was sure that Hayley was probably feeling the same.

In our lovemaking, Hayley sometimes would get sore, and I was wondering if this would put a damper on our activities for a while. Hayley regained her breath and then nudged Eric to roll over on his back. She then stood astride him, her cunt in glorious view. "Steven, move a little closer." I knew what she was going to do and didn't pass up the opportunity. It was strange seeing Eric's cock as I neared his side, but my attention was quickly moved to my wife's cunt as she slowly, provocatively, descended onto Eric's cock. She reached back and felt the firmness of his cock, and she retreated slightly to better position herself to ride him. Then began the show. Her legs were taught as she raised and lowered herself slowly. I tried to commit each of the 15 strokes to memory, amazed at what I was seeing...at what we had allowed to happen. Then she settled onto him and began moving her hips in circles. 

Hayley has never been too fond of the taste of cum, so I was surprised that she beckoned me to stand, taking my cock in her hand and licking it, then sucking it as she rode Eric. We had talked through this scene in our fantasies, and here we were, doing it. Just a little while later, I came squirting onto her tits, watching as it beaded on her breasts and ran down.

The sex, from this point on, was frequent but not constant. We all required a little time to recover between rounds, which allowed just enough of a break to add water to our dehydrated dinner packs and heat them with the small cook kit. The conversation wasn't deep and it wasn't about "old times." It was strictly on the new times, and what, specifically, we could do next.

It wasn't the super kinky shenanigans of idle fantasies. We didn't cum on her face, or tie her to a tree, or in any way treat her like a "slut." It was all about sex, or, in Hayley's terms, sport sex - breasts, cunt, cocks, mouths, and hands. 

Later that night, our visit to Eric's tent fulfilled the possibility of what had been there the night before. We were naked, except for Hayley. She had brought out her special bra, as well as stockings and panties that matched the bra. She read to us again several stories from Eric's book, gradually losing her garments so she could place a hand on her clit as we fondled her breasts and listened. 

The stories led to the expected conclusion, which took us deep into the night with our play. We finally fell asleep, together.

The following morning, the "questions" returned, a measure of reality for each of us. Eric had woken early and gone for a short hike, as he later explained, feeling restless about our relationship. He blamed himself for taking advantage of us, both in going camping and by "getting personal" with my wife. We reassured him that everything was okay, even though we weren't entirely sure it was. Or wasn't. It was too early to tell.

But we could tell he was glad to hear this, because he offered to return with us for the week. To which we answered a gentle "no." We needed time for ourselves. But only after a couple more morning rounds!

By lunchtime, we packed the site and hiked towards the cars. Eric would take souvenirs in a couple of ways. His tent smelled of the hours of sex that we had the night before, and Hayley stripped when we reached the cars to remove her g-string, which by that time was nowhere close to clean. She hung it on his rearview mirror, she said, as a safety precaution to keep him awake on the road. We bid Eric farewell, which again included a long kiss between Eric and Hayley. Then we went to the camp showers to clean up a little more properly than our frequent dips into the stream pool had afforded.

During the trip home and for the following week, Hayley and I did a lot of talking, and a lot of screwing, some of which was hard sex, some of which was tender love. She reassured me that, while she had enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by another man, and had enjoyed Eric's cock in her hands and mouth, he wasn't "better" than me, just different. And it wasn't just the sex with another man that had excited her, it was the feel of my cock in her hand while he fucked her, or the awareness of my eyes upon them that made it an experience for her. It wasn't about Eric; it was about the two of us with a third, which was something completely new.

Her favorite memories weren't of the intercourse, although she liked it a lot. First, there was the remembrance of all that nude skin touching her at once. We hadn't anticipated that. And secondly, it was holding an erect cock in each hand. This brought a sense of complete satisfaction that she had in her hands the essence of two men, both primed for sex, with just her. 

And the question had been modified. It wasn't "Could we ever, really, have a threesome?" It was "Did we want to again?" And when Eric called a month or so later to check up on us, the question was not nearly so hard to answer.

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The Author would like to emphasize that while I have tried to make this story realistic, I in no way encourage or suggest that couples seek sex outside of their marriage. Comments I receive confirm that things don't end well. Enjoy the fantasy (only).

Comments and suggestions desired, especially from those who have shared it with their spouses. It would only take a few moments to make an author very happy... If you don't want me to respond due to privacy issues, just let me know.

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The Question of Friendship



A question of Lara.

You know sometimes, Life can catch you by surprise. Not too often. As much as we like to kid ourselves, life's fairly predictable. It's shit. That's not pessimistic. It's realistic. Think about it. 

Life is full of disappointments. That's why on your Aunty Mavis's favourite soap the guy they really want to end up with the girl they really want him to end up with never seems to end up with her. That make sense?

It should. Realistically, it's because the people who make the show know full well that you watch it waiting for them to get together. The second they do, you'll switch channels. 

But think about it. How many happily-ever-afters are in the queues beside you at the local supermarket?

I can answer that for you. And you'll look at me and say something like, "well, this isn't the movies, buddy," or "oh, well, I'm sure that there's at least one. Not everybody is totally unhappy with their life." And that's true. 

Even I can admit that everyone on the planet is capable, if not overtly, of that small nugget of happiness that could brighten their day. Nobody can be completely unhappy with their lives. But there's a shitload of people who can be miserable with their day to day existence. 

Don't those people shit you? Course, me being the bitter old bastard, people shit me full stop. But the next time you walk down the street, look at the person walking towards you. Think they're a happily-ever-after? Are you? 

I hope by now you're not expecting a Snow White story. This isn't one of those. This is a real story. 

As real as the boil on your boss's ass, the surgeon's receipt on your neighbour's wife's boobs, and as real as the heartache that being best friends with a member of the opposite sex brings.

Yeah, this is one of THOSE stories. How life is unfair and then something happens, and everything changes, and the girl changes and shit hits the fan on 5. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? That's cool. I can go back. It's not like I can forget any of this quickly.

My best friend's name is Lara. She's funny, sweet, gentle, kind, all that shit. Ok, that was a little harsh. The bitch is perfect, ok? 

She's gorgeous, and her smile breaks me, and she gives the best hugs, and the only thing that's not perfect about her is her gardening and her cooking, neither of which should ever be addressed without full body armour and a sturdy bucket or natural purge handy. 

Me? I'm about fifty kilos too heavy and apparently too smart for my own good. My words stuff up sometimes, and as far as anyone can tell me, it's because my tongue doesn't move as fast as my mind, go figure. 

So that makes it hard to get all the words out. It's an easy way to tell when I'm pissed though. 

That's when I'm paranoid that someone is going to cotton on to the fact that I'm somewhat inebriated (completely paralytic through consumption of copious amounts of alcohol). I talk very slowly and annunciate everything clearly. 

I sound like those funky penguins off Madagascar. Anyway, I'm losing track of it, aren't I? That's cool, you should have said something. I'm getting there, don't worry.

Lara's taste in men, as relationship options, is... questionable... to say the least. Her taste in men as friends is of course above reproach. But Wayne? Ech. 

The guy makes my knuckles itch. I'm not a violent person. Really. But guys like that make them itch. It's not an allergic reaction either; it's a powerful urge to break his jaw. 

This guy was so caring and loving and trusting that he deleted numbers out of her phone, including mine, and sent false messages, pretending to be Lara. What a peach, huh? Guess who was one of the first to be deleted?

Eventually, things got rocky between them, and Lara was suffering. Around this time, her father, already dying of cancer, took a turn for the worse, and Wayne's response was to complain to Lara that she wasn't spending enough time with him. 

With her semi-caring boyfriend instead of her dying father. You hate him too, right? She lost her smile, and her laugh, and most of her friends, thanks to Wayne.

At this point, I'd had enough, and managed to get hold of her through her work. She was rather glad to hear from me, and we began to talking again. Soon, I found that she wasn't her old self. 

So I took her out to the movies. We'd been apart for a while, but I thought that touching on the familiar with a friend she felt safe with would lighten her up. It's amazing how stupid we males can be.

When we were back together, near one another, I realised how much I ached for her while we'd been apart. It wasn't so much a conscious thing. 

It's more like when you sprain your wrist, then the first thing you do next morning is use that hand to drag yourself out of bed. You don't realise it hurts, then you get an explosion of pain, and you suddenly realise.

When we were at the movies, we had fun. We threw popcorn at each other, stole one another's drinks, lollies. Acted like teenagers. We were close, so close I could almost feel it. 

There was only a handful of people in the cinema, and I turned to Lara and smiled. "I think you should know...," I said quietly, and she leant forwards to hear me. 

My hand closed over the open drink cup, and my fingers dipped into the lemonade and gingerly grasped an ice cube. "Hmm?" I jerked my chin down in the direction of the drunk in the front row, and Lara turned to see. 

"I think that guy wants you bad." I grabbed the ice cube and went to push it down her top, down her neck, but the ice caught on her necklace, and Lara gasped, a smile on her face.

She shuddered and I gave a low laugh and moved the drink away from her reach. She pointed to her neck. "You have to get that." I smiled and shook my head. I held up my hands, one holding the drink, and the other holding my keys. 

"My hands are full." She lowered her shoulder, and rose an eyebrow. 

"Get it anyway." I smiled cheekily and leant in before she could stop me. I sucked the ice into my mouth and breathed in the scent of her skin. 

She gasped and her breath caught in her throat as she gave a small sound. I stayed against her for a moment, and then slowly began to move my head up.

The taste of her skin had set fire to my spine, and I felt like I wanted to crush her against me and kiss her. 

She was panting, and shaking, and I couldn't tell if it was revulsion or something else. I stared at her lips, but she was staring straight ahead. She turned slowly and we locked eyes.

I couldn't breathe or think and I could feel how much I wanted her. Her eyes lowered to my lips for a moment, then her lips parted further. Our heads were barely an inch apart, and I don't know now who leant in first. 

We kissed, and it was tender, soft and beautiful. It was amazing, and wonderful, and so many things.

I slowly opened my eyes, and Lara stared back at me. She slowly closed her eyes and her face changed. The softness and tenderness left, and our lips parted. She looked away, and I shook myself. 

I closed my mouth and swallowed, still feeling the gentleness of her lips against mine. "I'm..." I was breathing too fast, and leant back, seeing how much pain she was in.

I got up and she turned and looked at me. "Fuck. I'm sorry." Her brown eyes clouded with pain again, and I turned and left. She ran after me, and I held my hands up. 

"I don't know what that was. I'm sorry, I didn't... I wasn't..." I shook my head again, and those eyes hardened. 

"Don't you fucking make this all about you, Dan. Don't." I stared at her, and she hesitated, then reached tentatively for my hand. 

"I... kissed you too. Why didn't you tell me about this?" I scoffed and shook my head slowly.

"I didn't know. Until I had to go through not seeing you. Until I realised how much..." Lara stared down at our hands, and I frowned. 

"You're right. You kissed me too. Why didn't you tell me?" She bit her lip and turned, still holding my hand. We began to move across the theatre foyer slowly, and she shivered as we came out through the open doors. 

"Because I don't know why it happened. And I don't know... how..." She trailed off as I draped my jacket over her shoulders, and stared down at it as I zipped it up. 

"You know how when you're afraid, you think about things, and sometimes they make you more afraid, and sometimes they give you courage." 

I didn't answer her as we began to walk through the car park and out onto the garden grounds. My car was parked on the other side of the park, and we barely spoke as we moved through the heavy dew as it fell.

"You're perfect, Dan. You're considerate, tender, gentle, loving. You're my best friend, and I wouldn't trade you for anything. I don't want to stuff that up." I took a deep breath and tried to decide how I felt about that. I didn't know if we'd stuff anything up. Had we already?

I nodded but didn't say anything, feeling that that was the best I could do. I didn't know how I felt, and if I didn't know, I had no right to ask Lara how she felt. She smiled and came back close to me. The scent of her floated to me on the cold wind. 

"What are you doing on Cup Day?" I shrugged, still feeling. Don't know what, but I was still feeling. 

"Dunno. The old man wants to go to a local race track, and some mates of mine want the whole crew to go down into Melbourne and see if we can get thrown out." Lara smiled.

"Plans of world domination finally getting Dave's attention?" I laughed and it rung false in my ears. I began to wonder if maybe I'd just lost an opportunity there. My mind was whirling around, and I didn't know what I wanted to do. 

But I knew for certain that I didn't want to lose Lara, not as my friend, and not as my girlfriend. Girlfriend. The word sounded weird in my mind.

Lara tugged on my arm, and I came back to the present in a rush. We were standing beside my car. 

"I'm glad that we sorted that out." I nodded, and she stared at her feet. I reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out the keys. Lara reached up to unzip it, but I shook my head. 

That night, after I dropped her off, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. One fact kept running through my head. I looked down at my stomach, and how my physique was far less than perfect. 

I wasn't attractive to her. I got up and began to pace. Eventually, I made my way down to my basement, and stared at the rumpus room I'd created there.

I had weights there, exercise equipment that I'd never used, and a huge stereo. There were posters of my favourite wrestlers when I followed it; Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Kane. 

The men I wished I looked like. I switched the stereo on, and began to listen to the cd I'd left in there. It was the 8-Mile soundtrack, and I almost smiled.

I sat down on the rowing machine, and began to pull back on the weights and levers. I could feel the burn almost immediately, and my breath rasped in my throat. 

I was so unfit that I'd barely even started and already I was hurting. I wrenched back on the handles and pushed with my legs. I gritted my teeth and snarled as I kept going.

Over the next two months, I fell into a pattern. Each night, I'd get home from work absolutely exhausted, and have a shower and go to bed. 

I'd lie awake, trying to slow my mind down for sleep. Then, around eleven or so, I'd get out of bed, and go down to the basement, and furiously work out, as hard as I could.

Once I was exhausted, I'd go back up and crawl into bed. Almost everything in my life became much more intense. I was powering through all my work assignments like a madman, trying to fill my mind with anything but thinking about Lara. 

I attacked my work with intensity bordering on fanaticism. The boss loved it, but Dave started to get worried. I wasn't sleeping well, just driving my body to the edge of exhaustion then slumping and falling asleep before waking up for work. 

Dave was never one to hold off on a confrontation. A week before Melbourne Cup day, I answered the door at nine thirty at night, to see a very stern looking Dave with a six pack of beer and a bottle of tequila. 

I looked at my watch and he spread his hands wide. "What? Intervention." I shook my head and let him in. 

"What?" Dave cracked open two beers and set one on the table opposite him, and pointed to the seat.

"Intervention. You, you fuck, are going to sit down and talk to me about what the hell is going on." I gave a helpless laugh and shook my head in disbelief. 

"Don't laugh. It makes me sick when you laugh and it doesn't show in your eyes. Dazz. What the fuck?" I stared at him.

"I'm going crazy." Dave nodded, and clicked the bottle of beer in his hand against mine.

"Amen. And?" I began to drink, and slammed the empty bottle down on the table. Dave frowned. "Maybe I should have brought more. Who's been drinking with you?" I cracked open the bottle of tequila and bought two glasses in from the kitchen.

"Nobody." Dave frowned again.

"Then you shouldn't be drinkin'. Bro, talk to me. It's Lara, isn't it?" I lowered the beer I'd been about to neck, and stared at him. Was I that transparent? 

Dave shrugged. "Dude, it's hard to be best mates, platonic only, with a chick as fucking off-the-chain hot as that. So? What's the what?"

"I can't stop thinking about her?"

"How often do you talk?" 

"Three, four times a week." 

"You fucking slut. Ring me more. She still with Shit-for-brains?"

"Yeah. I don't know how to describe it man. It's like... like I...crave her, or something." Dave poured himself a glass of the evil worm and knocked it back hard, Dave style. "I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, you're going to have to." I looked at Dave, who held up his hands. "Nothing for nothing, man. This chick is your best friend. I take it this is all over the thing at the movies?" I'd told Dave about it, and about how I didn't know how I felt back then. I nodded.

"You sorted it out, in her mind, then. What's it like when you talk on the phone?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, what does she sound like? Is it cheeky, wistful, happy, what?" I thought about that for a while.

"She's hurting. She doesn't like the way that Wayne treats her. I can hear the pain in her voice." He looked at me like he didn't want to say the next part. "What?"

"You gotta remember, bro, you put her up on a pedestal. Now just try and think about that. Wayne may be treating her like shit, but she lets him. Last I heard, she wasn't running away from him in terror and fear."

I nodded slowly. "I know that. I do. But give and take are parts of any relationship. You put up with the bad so that you can have the good. I guess the good with Wayne is just really, really good." Dave exasperatedly slammed his empty bottle down. 

"For fuck's sake, mate. You're comparing yourself to that sheep-fucking numb nuts and saying he's coming out on top? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Alice, at work?" 

"Every time you come to visit me at the shop, she blows a gasket trying to bend over things, so you see her ass or her boobs. You've lost your cuddly stature, bud."

I looked down at myself, and pursed my lips. The spare tire was gone, and so was the spare anything. 

My arms bulged thick these days, and I actually had a six-pack of my own. I looked at Dave's, emptying. My mate smiled as he tore another beer out of it. 

"Everything below puts my lady killer bod to shame. As for above, well, plastic surgery can cure a lot these days. Come to Cup Day with us. We're headin' to one of the local tracks, now, not down into Melbourne." 

"The race that stops a nation is going to see us all completely hammered. How's your old man?"

I shrugged, the ghost of a smile crossing my lips. 

"He's good. He's brewing his own drinks these days. Retirements boring, when he's not out on the boat trying to land Jaws. He's got a new drink, calls it flysht." Dave gave a hooting laugh and grinned.

"Flysht, huh?"

"Yeah. Says it tastes like fly shit and gets you sloshed in record time." Dave smiled. 

"I miss your old man. Haven't seen him in donkey's years. Hey, what track is he going to?" 

I didn't know, and Dave moved on. It was good seeing him again for more than five minutes at work. It took my mind off Lara, at least for a moment. "Hey, so listen, Cup Day, yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah." Maybe Dave was right. I went to ring Lara, then put the phone down. Dave grinned and handed me a full glass of tequila.

Two weeks later, I was up $600 on the races. Dave was completely plastered and loving every second of it. His plan to get me hammered had backfired when he'd arrived at my place drunk, and we needed to get there. 

I couldn't handle drinking at eight a.m., but Dad thought it was a capital idea, so I drove down. 

The raucous singing in the back as we arrived caught the attention of the security woman, who glared at Dave and Dad, who blew kisses at her in retaliation. She smiled and let us in, shaking her head. We were all dressed in our finest, or comparatively. 

Dave wore a suit, and so did Dad, but I wore my Triple H homage; black boots, tight black dinner shirt, which I could now wear with pride, the same leather jacket I'd worn on my night with Lara, and a beret. 

The beret had been Dave's last minute gift. Dad had shaken his head and taken another drink from his hip flask.

We stayed near the betting ring for several races, until Dad and Dave lost big on a horse named after them, and we decided to head out to the track for some entertainment. 

The guys drowned their sorrows with Dad's hip flask, and the flysht began hitting them hard. Their singing was hitting hard, too.

We moved through the crowd loudly, and extremely happily. As we neared the podium, Dave spotted some guy we hadn't seen since high school, and yelled out to him across the ground. 

The entire population of the racetrack turned and looked at Dave, who was energetically waving his hands. There were a few laughs, and then a commotion off to the left.

"Dave! Daniel!" We all turned as a young woman with dark, curling ringlets moved through the crowd. 

Lara's normally straight hair was a masterful work of art, and I felt my face freeze up and lose expression as she came up and hugged me. She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, and Dad swooped her up in his arm. "Hi Mr...."

"Greg, sweetie, don't you forget it. Here, have a swig of this." Dad offered Lara the hip flask, but I shook my head, and she declined. Dave gave her a one armed hug. 

"G'day trouble. How's your entourage?" Lara grinned at him as she hugged him back.

"Drunk and rebellious and filled to the brim with hotties just for you." Dave flashed her a grin.

"Well, that's my cue. Time for some "Devastating Dave" action. Don't be long with my wingman, you." 

Dad moved off to the betting pool, and probably the bar, and Lara and I were alone. She tilted her head to the side, staring at my face. I put on a false smile. Hers faded.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head, and she came in close. I hadn't seen her since the night at the movies, and I was anything but ok with us just being friends. 

I just didn't know if that was what she wanted, too. I breathed deeply, and could almost smell her perfume amongst everything else. 

"Don't lie to me, Daniel. You're not good at it. You've changed. Something's wrong, you're not yourself." I shrugged. 

"Feelings'll do that to you." 

"Feelings?" she asked. Then something happened to her face, and it became blank. "So I take it that...there's someone...there's someone?" And there it was. An out. A cowardly way out. But an out. 

I wouldn't have to get down and beg, wouldn't have to demand to know who she would choose if it came down to the two of us.

I nodded and looked away. I rubbed my mouth with my hand, feeling the short bristles that had grown over the last couple of months. I'd trimmed them down into a vain, stupid little beard for today. I wondered if my lie had worked.




The Question of Friendship



"Um...uh...well," she trailed off, and I looked back at her. There was something in her eyes that I refused to see, and I felt anger rise up. I was meant to be forlorn and hurt and fawn over her forever, while she had a boyfriend and I spent my nights dreaming of her? 

If I hadn't moved on, then she couldn't know that. I had to believe that I could, that she wouldn't have maybe said yes.

"Lara!" a harsh voice barked her name and she turned around and then turned back. Wayne stepped up beside us and glared at his girlfriend, then turned to me. 

"Yeah? You are?" I narrowed my eyes and straightened, staring him down.

"I'm Daniel." His eyes narrowed, and he bristled. I felt myself growing angry for a thousand different reasons, and his lip lifted in disgust. "I'm-"

"You're a fuckwit who treats his girlfriend like shit because he thinks he can get away with it. Yeah, Wayne, I know who you are." He stared at me unbelievingly as my hand closed into a fist. 

Lara looked between the two of us, and stepped back, worriedly looking for help. Dave wondered over, a green-eyed redheaded beauty on his arm. 

"Hey, what's up?" Lara grabbed his free arm and turned back to us. 

"You need to take Dan for a drink. Please." Dave nodded slowly, and Wayne's lip curled at me. I heard cartilage crack and my right hand was tightly clenched into a fist. 

I smiled at him, and his sneer faltered. I took several deep breaths and looked at Lara. 

"That's alright, Larsie. We were on our way through..." I didn't finish as Wayne's open beer can smashed into the side of my head and my knees buckled. 

My vision swam and I heard Lara scream. My anger flared, and I glared up at Wayne, who was leaning over me, with his beer soaked arm raised high again.

"You stupid bitch. This arrogant heap of shit is what you were going to leave me for? You fucking stupid mole. Look at him now. He's a little boy, playing tough guy. Make me look like an idiot, well, look who's the idiot now?"

My fist led me back up to my feet, and I smashed his jaw back into his skull with a rough snarl. He staggered back, his nose and mouth a bloody mess, then dropped to the ground and lay still. Dave stared open mouthed at me, and I looked away. 

Dad came back and dropped his beer as he saw me, and rushed over to my side. I staggered back a few steps and blinked, and Lara was there, too. 

Dad pressed his betting slips to the side of my head where I was bleeding, and I took several deep breaths. Lara looked back at Wayne, then at me. I shook my head, and felt my eyes grow hot and prickly.

"Fuck..." said Dave absently, and knocked back a swig from Dad's hip flask. He passed it to the redhead distractedly, who had some and began to cough. Dad led me over to a bench as Lara knelt beside Wayne. 

"Hell of a first fight, bud. You okay? How's the noggin?" I took a few more deep breaths and didn't feel light-headed. Dad's drunken revelry had disappeared, and he grabbed the keys. 

I made a move to grab them, and he shook his head. "I've been in far worse shape than this and gotten home. That's a hell of a knock."

The security guards began to arrive, and so did Dave. There was a number written in lipstick on his $240 shirt, and he wore an idiot grin on his face. "Greg, Dazz, what's goin' on? We goin' home?" I nodded slowly. 

"I've had enough excitement for one day. That alright with you? Dad?" Dave nodded and Dad shrugged as he helped me up. Lara was nowhere to be seen, and there were paramedics tending to Wayne. Dad sniffed and peered at my head.

"Just used the last few betting slips to mop up that mess anyway. They would have been losers. None the less, you're good for it, right?" I smiled and nodded as we headed back towards the car.

After a few days, I stopped having headaches. I still worked out every day, but I stopped thinking about her. Lara would never leave him. I knew that now. 

I knew that because she'd gone when I had hit him, disgusted by what I'd done. I knew that because she'd not rung me since.

I still thought of her often, wondering and hoping she was okay. Dave was constantly calling me Ali, and around my place most nights. I know that he was keeping an eye on me in case something happened, but it wasn't that bad. 

I didn't think that my world was going to end if I never saw her again. I dreamt of her every night, but tried to convince myself that that didn't matter. I'd had a big hit on the head, anyway.

I held onto the thought that one day it would all be over, and that is what I stuck to. I moved on, through work, and kept going. They promoted me, and that kept me busy, so I rarely had time to stop and think. 

When I did, I thought about mundane stuff. Dad's health, Dave's friendship. 

I began to write an apology letter to Lara. I'm no writer, but I began. There was so much I wanted to say, and eloquence and the spoken word have never been my forte. 

The letter was about eight pages long the last time I crushed it up and threw it away. All I had to say could be said in a single page.

I finally wrote it out, simply and without flowery language. I told her how sorry I was that I had hit Wayne. I told her to break up with him, not for anyone's sake, especially not mine, but for her own. 

I told her how much she meant to me, and how much she would always mean to me. And I told her that I would always be her friend.

I'd lost, I knew that now. She'd never leave him, and that was something I had to deal with. I told her how sorry I was that I wasn't the perfect friend that she'd thought I was. 

And how I was going to stop trying to destroy the friendship we had, and just accept it. I told her then that I would always, always be there for her. And I meant it.

I folded the letter over and took a deep breath. There was a knock at my office door, and I opened it to see Dave's smiling face. "I got the night off. Wanna have some chow?" I nodded. 

"Sure. I gotta make a quick drop off. You cool?" Dave held his hands open wide. 

"Let's go."

Lara's office was about six blocks away, a small school building converted when the school had moved into a newer facility. Dave followed me in enthusiastically, and I saw why when I was greeted at the door by the hot redhead from the racetrack. 

She beamed happily at him when we strode in, and she jerked her thumb towards the door behind her. 

I made my way to Lara's office and knocked. She announced that it was unlocked, and I moved through. She looked tired, and her glasses were on the desk in front of her. She glanced away from the computer screen, and then her face lit up. 

She got out of her chair and hugged me, and I felt my chest constrict as it hadn't done in months. She leant back, still holding my arms, and her eyes searched my face. 

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, and I nodded. 

"Dad says I was lucky I got hit in the head. Anywhere else might have been damaged." She smiled and gestured to a seat. She sat on her desk, and I shook my head. 

"Don't wanna keep you long. Just wanted to drop this off." Her eyes widened, and she smiled.

"A letter? God, you haven't given me one of those since high school. What's in it?" I smiled sadly, and she reached out and grabbed my hand softly.

"Look... I've never seen you hit anyone. It scared me, both that he'd say something and do something like that to you, and that you'd hit him back. I ran. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm so glad you're okay." I nodded and shrugged.

"You nearly killed him, you know. You broke his jaw and his nose, all in one go. Paramedics said that he's lucky you didn't smash his cartilage back up into his brain and kill him. I always thought that that was just a movie thing." 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Rene ruined Dave's brand new shirt with lipstick, so I guess it was a bad day had by all." Lara smiled softly.

"Apparently not all. Rene said she was still recovering. I take it that Dave's claimed another scalp." I nodded, and shrugged.

"He's hanging around longer than normal, at least. That's something. Dad's up twenty-five hundred from one of the betting slips not ruined, so he's happy too." Lara cringed.

"You mean one of the betting slips not soaked in blood." I didn't move, and looked down at the floor. Lara stood up and came to stand in front of me. 

Her fingertips moved my chin to the side, and she inspected the still fresh scar at my temple. "Dan, please, are you sure you're okay?"

"Sure." My tone was short and sharp, and I knew I hurt her. If only she'd stop confusing me. I thought I was growing out of her, but every second I spent with her it all came flooding back, hunger renewed.

"How's...uh...I don't even know her name. How's...?" She stared at me intently and I lifted my chin out of her cradling fingertips.

"Fine. Dave's here, we're going out to lunch, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." She blinked, and her hands crossed over her chest. 

"Oh. Ok. Well..." her tone was pleading, and I felt my chest ache, and my heart begin to hammer. "Look, Dan, you don't have to run off. What are you doing tonight? Wayne's still..." 

I shook my head once and I brought my hand up. I wanted so badly just to touch her, but closed it as I realised I was shaking.

"Goodbye, Lara."

I stalked out of the office quickly, and passed Dave on the way. He didn't notice, until Rene called my name. 

He charged out after me and caught my arm. "What the fuck, man, you ok? How's...?" I shook my head again.

"I gotta get out of here, man. Lunch another day?" He nodded slowly, and put his hand on my shoulder. 

"Tell me you're okay." 

"I'm fine." I swallowed hard and took a breath. "I need to get home." I looked up at the darkening sky, and the storm clouds racing in, which seemed to suit my mood perfectly. "You okay to get home?"

Dave turned back and glanced into the office, where Rene was looking worriedly out the window at the two of us. 

"I'll be right. You're the one I'm worried about. Fine's an acronym, and a true one at that." I took another breath as I moved towards my car.

"See you later, bro."

That night, I was staring at the wall as I lifted the weights again and again. I knew that there wasn't anything in them, that I needed the exhaustion that working out brought me. 

Problem was I was working out harder and harder, because I was getting more energy from working out. Catch 20 there.

The lights flicked off, and the stereo stopped momentarily before both flickered back on. I lowered the weights and grabbed my shirt, then went to check the fuse box at the top of the stairs. 

There was a sudden crack of thunder, and rain began to smash down onto the house. 

I swore as the lights flickered again, and out in the living room, the TV suddenly went to static. The storm was in full force outside, and the house began to creak. The old girl had been in plenty of storms before, though, and I wasn't worried. 

The lights flicked off, then powered back on the third time. I moved through the house, setting up some candles and a torch over the fireplace, with some matches and some firelighters. Then I moved around, from room to room, and latching all the windows tightly and switching off everything. 

I left the light off in the kitchen, and turned on my little clock radio. It played softly through the kitchen, as I went and grabbed a couple more armfuls of wood from the shed. After the third trip, The back porch light went out, and I stumbled into the door. 

I nearly dropped the wood, but slammed nice and hard into the door with my elbow. The air was suddenly icy, and I felt my feet beginning to go numb across the grass. 

I looked up as the hail started; a dumb thing that I always seem to do, and felt the tiny, ant sized ice cubes sting into me. 

I manoeuvred my way inside, and slowly moved up the hall, carrying the wood. I got to the lounge room without dropping the hunks of redgum and stacked them with the rest. 

All the lights were off, and I glanced out my window. The streetlights were off, and the sky lit up with sheet lightning. I turned back and felt in the pitch black for my torch.

The tiny light in my hand showed me the matches and firelighters, and I started the fire. After about two minutes, the fire was quite happy, feeding off the paper and firelighters as it caught the wood. 

I poked at it absently with the fire set that Lara's father had made for me and sighed. I hoped she was ok. 

I stared into the flames and felt the heat on my skin. It would have almost have been romantic if there'd been someone there to share it with. I thought back to the look on Lara's face when I told her that I'd be there for her as a friend, and that I wouldn't let my feelings destroy our friendship. 

I'd always been able to read her face, her mood. I didn't know why she suddenly seemed like a stranger to me. I rammed the poker into the flames and breathed out hard. 

I had to stop this. I had been thinking about her for nearly six months straight, every day, in the same way. It wasn't healthy.

I sighed. I wasn't healthy. I craved her, a physical craving for her. I sighed again and then cleared my throat and steadied myself. This wasn't good. I had to move on. Plenty of fish in the sea. This wasn't a horror movie. There was always tomorrow.

There was a knock at the door, and lightning crashed. It brought a smile to my face, something out of a horror movie cliche. The first smile I'd had in nearly a week. 

It almost hurt; my muscles didn't want to shift from the hard line that they'd been since Cup Day. I thought for a moment that maybe I was going to be okay. 

There was another knock at the door, and I threw on a shirt and put the poker down beside the fire. 

My footsteps were silent on my fake tiger skin rug, but as soon as my heels touched those wooden floorboards, my heavy footsteps echoed through the house. There was another knock at the door, and I growled and opened it wide. 

Lara was standing there, sopping wet. Her hair was plastered down across her face by the rain, and she was holding her arms across her chest, shivering. 

She was wearing what was once a soft pink mohair jumper, which seemed now to be holding about nine litres of rain water and seemed to weigh about as much as the both of us put together.

She looked at me, and I held my breath as she stood in my doorway. Everything I've just told you flashed through my mind about a thousand times, and I didn't know whether to slam the door shut in her face or hug her to me or anything. 

So now you're up to date. You're as informed as I am. Welcome to my confusion. Where were we? Oh right.

So now she's standing in my doorway, and yeah, life is surprising me. I can't talk, because my mouth is hanging open like the Goodyear blimp is sailing through. 

I blink and cough and clear my throat. I still can't talk, but I move aside and let her in. The storm outside has quieted down a bit, but the power still isn't back on. The fire's warm and bright, and Lara's dripping wet. 

She's shivering, and smiling like everything's alright. I go and grab a towel, and don't say anything as I take her jumper. It falls to the floor with the wet slap that only sopping wet clothing can make. 

I drape the towel around her and start to dry her off. She's shivering still, and we move towards the fire. She's staring at me, and I still can't talk. 

I try to ignore the tightness of her white singlet against her breasts, and the soft towel feels like sandpaper as I start drying her off. 

She's staring at me as the rain droplets slide across her face, but she barely moves. "What are you doing? It's pouring outside. You'll catch pneumonia. Where the hell did you come from? You're sopping wet."

She doesn't answer, and I pick up her hands after I drape the towel around her shoulders and blow on them. She shivers again, and I begin to rub her shoulders and back with the towel, trying to warm her and dry her off. 

"I was at Wayne's. He was trying to talk to me about dinner, about how he wanted to sort things out properly and move on. I just realised that it wasn't where I wanted to be. I needed to talk to you." 

"You've always been the one who I can talk to with complete honesty, Dan. I need that from you now. Ok?" 

I nod distractedly as I dry her off, pretending that it's nothing important. She stops shivering and just watches me intently. I don't meet her eyes.

"There was never anyone else, was there?"

"...No." She sighs and reaches up to snare my hands in hers. The towel falls back off of her head, and I raise my chin to look at her. 

Her wet hair is curled against her face in dark twisting strands, and her eyes are dark and shining. Her lips are parted breathlessly, and my heart's beating so fast it feels like it's humming.

"Then why did you say there was?"

I nearly lie. But another part of me, a louder part, is screaming that it's time to end all this bullshit, one way or another. I'm losing my friend right now, but at least there's no more lying. "I was afraid. Of you...not loving me back."

"So you lied to me about you being with someone?"

"I was desperate. I needed you to think that I don't need you as much as I do. I was trying to convince myself, too." My best friend takes a deep breath, and I look down at our hands, where she still holds mine gently.

"What about how much I need you?" My heart brakes, and I feel my chest ache. My heartbeat slows down, and I give a false smile. 

The louder part inside of me is screaming, but I'm afraid again. I don't want to be hurt, and I just hold onto that fear as I answer. 

"I'll always be your friend. No one can take that away."

"But nothing more." Why did she have to take even that away from me? She's driving it in, spike after spike. I can't look at her, because I know if I did, that the ache in my chest would crack, and so would I. 

I'm strong, just not strong for her. I can't stand up to her like this. I can't withstand this. I'd never be that strong, strong enough to withstand her. I clear my throat, and my false smile slides into place. I pretend I don't hurt and shrug.

"It's not what you want." She's silent, but she doesn't stop staring at me. I move my hands away from hers, and move the towel around her shoulders absently, feeling the fire warming us both. Lara's voice whispers in the dark room.

"I don't know what I want. All I know is that it sure as hell seems like you." I grimace, my face twisting as she mocks me. It hurts so much. I've never felt pain like this before. 

She's teasing me, she has to be. I groan and take a breath. I have to say something.

"It didn't seem like that on Cup Day." For a moment, I feel a fierce satisfaction that I'd struck back. Then the ache crashes back in, and I know that that wasn't what I'd wanted to say. 

I'm lashing out to hurt her in defence, because she'd hurt me. Her hands settle on mine again, gentle as frost. 

"No. You're right. It didn't. But I wanted so badly to keep my best friend and have my boyfriend, too." I hear the pain in her voice and feel myself shrink in shame. 

I feel adrift. I don't know what to say or what to do. I feel something, everything, nothing, and I reach for and find that falseness again.

"You have that. I'm still your friend, and you have your boyfriend. So you have that." Lara lifts my hands to her mouth and kisses them gently. I go to pull my scarred knuckles away, but she holds me tight.

"Not with you hurting like this. I don't want to see you like this." The falseness smiles placatingly. 

"I can take it." Lara sighs and I feel her breath over my hands. My spine is on fire, and I can feel the aching pain in my chest being pushed away by my racing heart. 

Somewhere, some tiny spot inside me is wondering why she's here, and if I'm fooling myself. Wonders too if I'm fooling myself into not believing.




The Question of Friendship



"I don't want you to "take it"." I swallow hard and the mask falls away. I lean down and press my forehead against her clasped hands.

"Don't do this." She leans down and presses her face against my cheek.

"Why not?" 

"I'm not strong enough to lose you again." My tone shocks her, hard and cold. She lets go of my hands and leans back again.

"You want me to go?"

That thought wrenches me in half, and I gasp and try to cough to cover the pain that that suggestion causes.

"NO. ...And that's why you should."

She breathes out slowly, and I feel her breath as I close my eyes and lean back. She reaches forward again and touches my chin with her fingertips. 

"Daniel," she breathes, and I open my eyes slowly and look at her, and my heart feels like it's going to explode. "What am I to you?"

I look down and shake my head. I frown, I clench my teeth and I sigh. I look back at her. "You're the closest thing I have to a soul. Lara, you give me so much pain, and such amazing happiness." 

"You twist my world around until I can't see my feet and I have to trust in faith. You're like my soul, because you can do all that, and I can't even touch you."

She stares at me for a moment, and her heart is in her eyes. I open my mouth again, and suddenly she is crashing against me, and she's kissing me. 

I'm shaking as I kiss her back. She's urgently running her hands through my hair, and I move my arms around her waist and pull her body close against me. She brakes the kiss, and I gasp and stare at her.

"Yes you can. God I want you to so much." Her body crashes against mine hungrily again, and I kick at the coffee table. 

It slides across the wooden floor and tilts over. The magazines and remotes sitting on it skitter across the floor, but I don't follow where they fly. 

I'm too busy kissing the woman in my arms that is too busy kissing me back. Lara pulls me down, not letting me go. 

I feel her hands push away my shirt, and the bare skin of my back can feel the heat beaming from my fire. Lara's steaming as she pushes me away for a moment, her hand on my neck. 

My pulse is racing against her palm as I pant against her skin, my hands sliding up her body, feeling the dampness of her skin and the heat of her body. 

My hands push her singlet up over her breasts, and she lifts her arms above her head as I slide her singlet off her.

Her hands press against my neck again, and her fingers pull me back down against her. I taste her skin with my kisses, and I feel her silk against my tongue. 

She's shaking, but with something other than cold this time, as the burning wood and burning between us heat us up more. Her arms tighten around my shoulders as my teeth graze her shaking body.

We're panting, our hearts hammering against our chests as we move against one another. Lara's not letting me go, and I'm not wanting to be let go. Her arms and shoulders are like silk to my rough hands, and she feels almost like spun glass in my hands, so fragile.

I know she's not, but I can't help treating her with tenderness. She's a dream that I'm finally holding in my fingers, and I can almost hold onto her. Lara shushes me as I moan, and she's simply pressing her body against mine, and we're feeling the wonder that our closeness is bringing.

The tenderness between us doesn't last, as our heat starts to burn brighter and hotter. I can feel Lara moaning and moving against me, as I do the same against her, too. 

I love her so much, and I've wanted this for ages, but I don't want to rush it. My hips are moving back and forth, rubbing my boxer shorts against her dark panties. 

Lara's hand slips down lightly, her fingernails gliding over my flesh, and slip into my shorts. I gasp and thrust into her grip as her long fingers glide around my shaft, and Lara makes a contented sound in my ear. 

I'm burying my head into her shoulder as she begins to move her hand, and there's a smile on her face as I lift my head to kiss her.

She eases me out of my boxers and bites her bottom lip as her legs spread around my hips. I'm throbbing really hard, and I'm starting to worry that I'm going to cum too early. Lara's smiling as she moves the head of my cock up and down her lips, and I'm holding myself above her.

Her fingers spread over my head and press against her, and she looks up and locks eyes with me. She's still biting her bottom lip, and my hips move of their own accord. I'm pushing into her slowly, and she's tight and wet, and her eyes never leave mine. 

Her huge brown eyes open wider as my cock begins to push inside, and I can feel her tightness. I think we're both moaning, but I can't tell. I know that Lara is gasping and quivering as I slide deeper inside of her. 

Her hands move back up my body as I arch my hips into her, and her hands settle on my neck, spread wide and feeling my pulse hammering against her palms again.

She's getting off on how much I want her, and I couldn't for the life of me describe what it's like to finally be inside of her after all this time. 

Our eyes never leave one another as her hands spread wide, feeling my excitement in my pulse, and my thrusts. Her eyelids flutter as I begin to move my hips back and forth in a regular motion, and she's moaning.

I don't know how long we stay like that, me above her, sliding myself in and out of her heat, and just glorying in being this close to her. 

I lose track of time as I stare down at her, and feel her hands on my shoulders and neck. I lean down and kiss her and something wet spreads against my cheek. 

Lara's crying as I kiss her, and her arms tighten around my shoulders. I roll over and pull her with me, and Lara shudders as she rears up on top of me. 

Her hips start to move back and forth, and inside of her, I'm dying. My cock feels enourmous and thick, and I try to hold on as she began to ride me faster and faster.

There's something animalistic and primal in it as I watch her, and my hands slide up her body to feel her panting breasts as she runs her hands through her hair, lifting it up to fall down around her. 

Lara closes her eyes as I thrust my hips up off the rug, and she's tilting her head from side to side.

I can feel her tightness around me and my spine's on fire as she grinds down onto my cock. I'm panting hoarsely, and shaking my head as my cock starts to heat up. 

Lara opens her eyes and leans forwards, her hips beginning to piston over my shaft. I'm shaking my head and saying no, but Lara's smile doesn't let up.

My hips are thrusting up, and the smile fades from Lara's face as her mouth opens to pant louder. I'm shaking my head still and saying no, but Lara moans and clenches down onto my meat. 

I explode inside of her and shake, and Lara gasps and clenches down harder as she follows me over the wave.

I don't want it to end this quickly, but Lara is leant far over me, and eases me out of her. She sits back down, and my cock slides up her pubic mound and the coarse hair scratches lightly across my bright red head. 

I gasp and moan and Lara's head lifts up. She looks at me, and down at my cock, and bites her bottom lip again. Her hands move down and she begins to rub herself with my cock, riding me without my cock inside of her this time. 

I'm worried at first that I'm going to go soft, but Lara's hands and her riding aren't letting it happen soon.

I smile as I sit up, and she kisses me. It's light and tender, and my arms go around her as I feel her legs slide around my hips. She's sitting there, my balls rubbing against her, and she's pressing herself into my still hard cock.

The kiss deepens as our tongues dance, and Lara is smiling as she leans back. I trail my tongue down her chest and kiss and suckle at her breast, licking and nibbling on the flesh that's offered to me. Her nipples harden and pulse under my teeth, and I laugh against her skin.

Lara's arms slide around my neck again, and she arches up against me, pressing her breasts into my mouth. My thumbs graze over her, filling my hands with her perfect globes. 

My cock is hard again, and my chest is still heaving. Lara presses herself against me fully, and eases herself up again. She turns and watches me over her shoulder as she presses her ass against my cock, watching my face as she wriggles.

My cock is sliding up and down between her cheeks, and I growl low in my throat. My need for her fires her up again, and she kneels down as I rise behind her. My cock is huge and thick, and I'm ready for her again. 

I push my meat against her from behind, and slide in easily. Lara arches her back in the firelight, and I can feel her around me again. 

I'm sliding my cock inside of her quickly and strongly, and Lara's pushing back into every thrust. There's nothing but the feeling of that tight heat, and I can't stand the feeling of her so far away. 

I keep thrusting slowly as I move forwards, until I'm leaning far over her. My hands slide up from her hips and down her arms to her hands.

My hands are over hers as I arch my hips and push forwards, and Lara is moaning softly and arching her back like a sensuous cat. We stay like that for eternity, and Lara turns and opens her mouth for mine. 

I'm high up on her back, deep inside her, and kissing her. My cock is throbbing like it's about to explode again, but she's tight and hot around me, and I don't.

It's awkward kissing her, but I don't want to stop. I slide out of her with a pop and I'm kissing her again. She's on her side, twisted up as I kiss her, and I drive myself back into her, both her legs against my right hip. 

Her mouth opens wide, and she moans against my kiss as her tightness feels my huge cock sliding inside her again.

She begins to play with herself as I fuck my cock into her, and her eyes close again, feeling the fullness. 

I'm kissing her and feeling my throbbing meat sliding up inside of her again, and Lara's hands move around my shoulders and she presses me close to her again. I can feel her nipples moving against my chest, hard little buds.

She's panting against my ear and her mouth opens wide, but no sound comes out until a high pitched moan, and suddenly I'm driving into her cum, lubed up and sliding fast inside of her. 

She's shaking underneath me and moaning in that high-pitched tone, and I'm gasping because I can barely take the sensations my lover is giving me.

"I don't...know...I can't...hold..." Lara nods soundlessly and spreads her legs again, widening herself to me. Her legs are against my hips, and her breasts are bouncing slightly as I drive myself up inside of her. I can't take the distance again, and I slump forwards and kiss her.

"I just want to feel you again, on top of me and inside me." I'm happy to oblige, and my cock is sliding inside of her and back out again for another eternity of pleasure. I can taste her skin and her heat on my tongue, and I'm whispering to her how much I love her.

She moans quietly as I nuzzle the strained muscles under her skin. I can feel her fingernails scraping against my back and her knee slides up against my hip and curls over. She clenches down onto me and I gasp. 

There's a smile on her face that I kiss away as I arch my hips into her. Lara's moan is louder this time, and she shivers against me, urging me on and up with her arms around me. 

My cock is sliding up inside of her scalding heat as she arches against me, and I gasp again and again as she arches her whole body against me, her rock hard nipples scraping my chest. 

She's writheing beneath me as she pushes down onto my thrusts, and she hisses a breath between her teeth.

There's something indescribable as she moans earthily against my cheek and her legs wrap around me. She's squeezing me with incredible heat, and her low moan rises until she's screaming and shaking around me. 

I couldn't take it for long, and when she clenches down on my shoulder, biting hard with the heat of her explosion, I join her.

I shudder against her as she squeezes me tighter, and I can feel my cock exploding inside of her, jerking and throbbing as I gush inside of her. Lara sags back onto the rug, and her legs unfurl and there's nothing but our panting.

I can feel our heartbeats racing one another, her chest hammering against mine, and as I calm down again, for a moment, our hearts beat in sync. Lara's eyes open, and she presses her lips together. 

I move up and pull her closer to me, hugging her to my body. Her eyes bulge for a moment, and she squeezes me as I move, still inside of her.

I reach over, feeling weak as a newborn, and drag the rug across us. The fire is burning down low, and there's something in the background. Music, radio chatter. The power is back on. 

I catch my breath in Lara's arms, and there's a wide, foolish smile on her face. I guess there's one on mine, too, and I chuckle as she presses herself against me, her arms going around me gently. 

"I could die right now, happy." I give a low, breathy laugh, and she snuggles into the crook of my shoulder. She's lying on top of me, and I can feel her breath, hot and sweet against my neck. 

I'm still inside of her, but I'm softening slowly. The fire pops, and the scent of her now dry hair fills my senses. 

"Is this what you want?" She runs her hands over my shoulders, her fingertips trailing over the skin idly. 

"No. This is what we want." I kiss her hair, and its scent is on my tongue. Lara looks up and there's something mystical about her smile. 

"You can kiss me better than that, Dan." I stare at her, and cradle her jaw in my hand. I kiss her slowly, and tenderly, loving her taste, her skin, her everything. 

After a moment, she smiles against my lips. "Oh, that's the way." My arms move around her, and I hold her closely to me. She snuggles inside my arms further. 

Outside, the rain is pattering slowly down, and incongruously, I can see the sky lighting up as the dawn sun fights away the dark. We've made love all night. Lara's silken hair moves over my chest as she looks up. 

"Breakfast?" I began to laugh.

"I'll cook."

So the next time you're walking down the street, and you see someone walking towards you, think for a moment, and wonder. 

Wonder if they're one of those damned happily-ever-afters, and if you think they are, smile, and maybe I'll smile back at you. Because happily ever afters really are out there. I should know. 

I'm one of them. 



The Questionaire



Just a fun but a potentially dangerous/erotic way to spend an evening with your wife. Proceed with caution. Many husbands have been shocked at some of the answers that come from their significant others.

1) How may sexual partners have you had other than your current husband?

2) How old were you when you lost your virginity?

3) How old were you when you first masturbated to orgasm?

4) The first penis you ever saw; who did it belong to?

5) The first penis you ever touched, who did it belong to?

6) The first penis you ever made ejaculate, who did it belong to?

7) The first penis that made you orgasm, who did it belong to?

8) To whom did you give your first blowjob?

9) Where did he cum?

10) If in mouth, did you swallow?

11) Did you enjoy the taste of cum?

12) Do you now enjoy the taste of cum?

13) Have you ever had intercourse with more than one man in a 24 hour period?

14) Have you had sex with more than one man at a time?

15) Have you fantasized about having sex with more than one moan at a time?

16) Of your past sexual partners, who had the smallest penis?

17) Of your past sexual partners, who had the largest penis?

18) Have you masturbated to thoughts of someone other than your husband since you have been married?

19) Does a large penis excite you more than an average penis?

20) Have you ever had anal intercourse?

21) Have you had anal intercourse with anyone other than your husband?

22) Have you ever engaged in role-playing?

23) If so, with whom and what was the role play?

24) Have ever had sex in a public place?

25) Does the thought of sex in a public place excite you?

26) Have you ever had sex with a women?

27) If the circumstances were just right, would you have sex with a women now?

28) Does the idea of performing oral sex on a women excite you?

29) Do you think penis size makes a difference in the quality of a sexual experience?

30) Would you be capable of watching your lover have sex with another women?

31) Would you be capable of having sex with another man while your husband watched?

32) If you had to do one or the other, which would it be?

33) Has a man ever performed oral sex on you after intercourse?

34) Would you like a man to perform oral sex on you after intercourse?

35) Where is your favorite place on your body to have your lover cum?

36) Do you like to be looked at naked?

37) Do you like looking at naked women?

38) Do you like looking at naked men?

39) What is your favorite female body part?

40) What is your favorite male body part?

41) Have you ever wished your lovers penis was smaller?

42) Have you ever wished your lovers penis was larger?

43) Have you ever been tied up during sex?

44) Have you ever tied up your partner during sex?

45) Does being sexually submissive excite you?

46) Does being sexually dominant excite you?

47) Have you ever fantasized about being raped?

48) Have you ever fantasized about incest?

49) Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about a celebrity?

50) Have you ever fantasized about sex with someone of a different race?

51) What is the most amount of orgasms you have had in a single day?

52) What is the longest period of time you have gone between orgasms?

53) What is the most times you have cum, in one night from sex with a man?

54) If that man was not your husband, is there any way he could equal that amount?

55) If you had to choose one sexual position or act for the rest of your life, what would it be?

56) What do you consider to be the greatest orgasm of your life?

57) What made it so?

58) Would you rather have amazing sex with someone you were not attracted to or bad sex with someone you were very attracted to?

59) If you had to choose for the rest of your life between a penis way too small or way too big, which would you choose?

60) If you had one major sexual fantasy, that your husband does not know about, what is it?

Just for fun and obviously not a lot of thought put into it, but since I love laying in bed with my beautiful, loving wife talking about sex, I thought this might spur some couples on to having a more open and possibly improved sex life.

Would love to hear feedback, especially that of the positive variety.



The Questionnaire



I saw something Thursday night that I thought I would never see. I was sitting at a red light on my way home. I was the third car back from the cross street when I saw my wife's' car go by with two people in it. I thought maybe she is taking someone home after work. I figured I would follow them to make sure everything was all right. There was two cars between her car and mine when she turned into a bar parking lot. Neither of us drinks a lot and we don't drink and drive. If we are going to drink when we go out we always take a cab. As I came into the parking lot her car was in the back corner of the lot but there was no one in it. I thought maybe she is having a drink with a friend from work. I didn't go in, maybe I should have. I drove on home with the thought that she will explain it all when she comes in.

Janet and I (Dillard) have known each other since before we started school. Our families had lived close to each other for years. We had always been friends and pals. We shared a lot good times and bad times through our teenage years. I think we were in love back then but didn't know it. I would have troubles with girls and she would comfort me. I came to her rescue when she had trouble with the boys. We never "dated" as such but we did pal around when we didn't have dates. We even went to the senior prom together but we didn't kiss goodnight. It was only after we had finished college and returned to our hometown, that we started dating and realized we had loved each other for a long time.

We went together for a year before we got married. We had both had sex with others while in college. Sex with each other started soon after we started dating and it was hot. We did anything and everything with each other. We had discussed sex with others and both agreed that neither of us was into that. We agreed we would be true to each other.

Janet came in about seven thirty said, "Sorry I am late. I had to help with payroll. The computer went down and everybody had to pitch in. I am going to get a shower and I will be back down and get us something to eat."

I knew something was not right because she never takes a shower until just before she goes to bed and I had seen her with another person in her car at a bar. She came back into the living room where I was watching TV. She asked, "What do you want for supper?" 

I said, "I ate earlier." 

She went to the kitchen and I tried to figure how I could bring up the subject of seeing her car. I finally said, "You know I saw a car just like yours on Birch Street about five fifteen tonight. But there was two people in it so I knew it wasn't you."

I heard a glass fall to the floor in the kitchen. I said, "Are you okay?"

She said in a funny voice, "Yes. It slipped out of my hand. I am glad it didn't break. I spilled water everywhere."

I said, "Do you need me to help?"

Rather quickly she said, "No. No, I got it. Don't get up." 

I didn't mention any more about it. We sat and watched TV for a little while when she said, "Brad is so funny. We laughed so hard at him today."

I said, "Tell me again who this Brad fellow is?"

She said, "He is the guy that transferred in from headquarters about three months ago. You know I have mentioned him before."

I said, "Yes, I remember you mentioning his name quite often here lately."

She said, "Why, Dillard, You sound like you are jealous."

I said, "No. It is his name has come up a lot. Is he married?"

She said, "No. Lets change the subject."

I said, "I have to get up early. I am going to bed."

She said, "I will be on in a while. I am tired too."

When she came to bed, I reached over to pull her to me. She pushed my hand away and said, "Not tonight baby. I am too tired."

I said, "I just wanted to hold you. Goodnight." As I turned away from her. 

She reached over and rubbed her hand across my back and said, "Tomorrow night baby."

She was still in bed when I left the next morning. I stewed over what I had seen and why she hadn't told me about last night and why she would lie to me. The name Brad and her bringing his name up was working on me too. The only person I knew very well at her work place was Josh. He is a salesman and is on the road most of the time but I decided I would see if he had come for the weekend. I called and he was in. I told him who I was and asked could he meet me for lunch. 

He agreed and we met at a local burger place. We talked for a little while then I asked, "Josh, What do you know about this Brad person that works with your company?"

He got a funny look on his face and didn't say anything for a minute or two. He finally said, "I don't care for the bastard. He has been fucking my wife while I am out of town. My next-door neighbor kept seeing this car at my house during the day and noticed this person leaving just before the children came home from school. He wrote the license plate down and gave it to me. I recognized it as Brads' because it is an out of state tag. Why do you ask?"

I told him what I had seen and about Janet telling me a lie about working late to get the payroll out. I told him about her bringing his name up quite often also.

He said, "Oh yeah. He is a smooth talking son-of-a-bitch. I hate to tell you this but the rumor is going around the office he is seeing someone from the office but I have not heard any names mentioned. What do you plan on doing? I must tell you our payroll is done by an outside source and they have their own person in the office."

I told him I planned on laying a little trap. I was going to take a little out of town trip but before I left I was going to put a recorder on my phone and a camera in my bedroom. If I didn't get anything then I would start keeping closer tabs on Janet."

He said, "I am leaving Monday as normal but I will be in town and I will be watching my house. I plan on catching them in the act. If I do I will kick his ass and then kick her out. I bust my ass on the road to give her a living and this is the thanks I get. Well I have to go. I have a meeting at one. Call me next week."

I told him I would and left to go to the electronics store. They had a two-camera package, with voice recorder that run off batteries and didn't need wiring. I bought the smallest VCR recorder they had. The outfit was voice activated so I didn't have to be present to turn it on and off. It took me about thirty minutes to get the cameras and recorder in place. I would turn it on Saturday morning when I left home.

That night Janet came in a little late and her hair was cut short. I had always liked her hair long and she knew it. I said, "What happened to your hair? Why did you cut your pretty hair?"

She replied, " I wanted to try it short. I was going to talk to you but I knew you would try to talk me out of getting it cut."

I said, "So you are going to quit talking to me about things like this. We have always talked about stuff like this. I am disappointed that you would make that decision without talking to me first. And by the way I don't like it short."

She said, "It is my hair and I will wear it how I like it." As she turned and went to the bedroom.

A little later I walked into the bedroom and got out my suitcase and laid it out on the bed and started putting my underwear and things in it. She came walking through and said, "You don't have to leave just because I cut my hair. Gosh, You are getting touchy lately."

I said, "I forgot to tell you, I found out this afternoon, I have to be at the Jackson plant in the morning. They are having some problems and the boss asked if I would go down and help them out. John, who usually does this is on another job in Texas and won't be back until next Wednesday."

She asked, "When will you be back? I hope you aren't gone long. We haven't had a lot of time together lately."

I told her, "I may be back Tuesday. Probably not before and it may be later. If John comes in Wednesday, he will come down Thursday and relieve me. I won't be available by phone most of the time because they don't allow cell phones in but very few areas of the plant. I will call you tomorrow night and let you know where I will be staying. I am going to bed in a few minutes because I have to leave here at three in the morning. I am going to pack my truck tonight and I won't disturb you when I get up."

I put all my stuff in the truck and came back through the living room. I said, "I will tell you goodbye now. I will be asleep, when you come up.

As I turned to go she said, "Are you going to tell me you love me? Don't I get a hug?"

I turned back and took her in my arms and said, "I love you with all my heart and soul. I hope nothing or nobody ever comes between us. I don't know what I would do without you in my life."

I felt her stiffen as she kissed me and said, "I love you too. Sleep well and hurry back. Don't be mad about my hair, I will let it grow back sometime soon."

I didn't comment. I went to bed and got up and left the next morning going to Jackson. I turned the recorder on before I left. I knew I would get a lot of her in the bedroom and living room but I had no idea if I would get more than that. I knew I was only going to be in Jackson until Sunday afternoon but I had other plans. I called Janet that afternoon late but she wasn't home. I left a message that we would be sleeping on cots at the plant and I didn't know when I would get to call her again or when I would be home. I finished up my work and was back in town by eight Sunday night. I drove by the house there was nothing suspicious. 

I went out close to the airport and got a motel room. I called Janet about ten o'clock and when she answered she sounded a little out of breath. I asked, "Is something wrong? You seem out of breath."

She said, "No. I started back doing my exercises and am a little winded. When are you coming home?"

I told her I didn't know and we talked a little longer then I told her I had to go that the boss was calling. I told her bye and hung up the phone. Before I had called I remembered to dial 67 to prevent her from knowing where the call was coming from. I then drove back by my house and the car Josh had described was in my driveway. I went back to the motel with a heavy heart. I pretty much knew what that meant. I would know more tomorrow when I checked the tape. I went to bed but I didn't sleep much that night. I asked myself, "Why didn't you stop and go in and kick the bastards ass. Then you could kick Janet out and then get on with your life." I needed proof for the divorce and what was going on, had been going on for some time. I did not want to go to prison for killing some lowlife SOB.I had made up my mind that I was going to get through this without losing my temper and going apeshit. My anger might come later when I have the proof in my possession.

I caught the shuttle to the airport the next morning and rented a car. I drove to my neighborhood and parked down the street from my house. I saw that Janet's car was gone so entered and replaced the batteries in the cameras and recorder and replaced the tape. I looked around and I could tell from the smell and the bed sheets that there had been a fuckfest going on. There was cum and pussy juice dried on the bed. I took the tape and left.

On the way back to the motel I called Josh on my cell phone. When he answered I asked what he was doing. He said, "I have my house staked out waiting for the bastard to show up so I can have a show down."

I said, "Don't do anything rash. I went to the house this morning and the bedroom and bed looks like they had their fun. I have the tape and am headed back to the motel. Did you find out any more about Brad?"

He said, "Yes I did. I talked to an old friend at the home office and he gave me some interesting news. Brad is married with two children. He was sent down here because he was running around with one of the married women at the home office. His father is one of the major stockholders in the company. He had his warning and he is treading on thin ice. I found out he is also seeing a woman named Beth but all I found out was her husband is an off-shore oil worker and works 21 days out and 7 days in. I plan on going back to the office if he shows up here and the boss will have a report on his desk. I will either be let go or Brad will. That is after I kick his ass. I will call you back later if I have anything go down. By the way you better have an alibi for the next few hours."

I went back to the motel and started the tape. The first part showed Janet moving in and around the bedroom. About half way through the tape it showed her starting to get dressed in a little short nightgown with see-through panties. When it started up again there was Brad (as he had been described to me) and Janet. She started by undressing him and then he tore the gown and panties off her. They had sex in every position. She licked his balls, sucked his cock, and rode his cock in her pussy and ass. The fucked for over an hour. I got sick and threw up until I had nothing in my stomach. I lay on the bed and cried like a baby. When I got my strength back I knew I had things to do.

I got my laptop and set down and wrote the following:

This is a questionnaire for my wife. The answers are to be yes or no only. This is to be returned to your husband when completed. If it is not returned or is not complete then there is no more marriage. This is your choice.

Do you know that I loved you with all my heart and soul?___

Do you know that you have been my friend and wife for nearly all my life, from the time we were small?__

Do you remember the vows we made to each other on our wedding day?__

Do you remember the vows we made as teenagers to never hurt or let someone else hurt the other?__

Do remember the times that I held your hand and wiped your fevered brow and told you I loved you and would care for you?__

Do you remember how I would cuddle with you and we would whisper our love for each other when we sat on your parents sofa?__

Do you remember the first time we made love and how you cried and I cried because I thought I had hurt you?__

Do you remember the times I took you dancing and dining and held you so tight and told you how pretty you was and how lucky I felt to be a part of your life?__

Do you remember the back rubs and foot massages I gave you because I didn't like to see you hurt?__

Do you remember the nights I cooked because you worked late or the breakfasts I cooked and let you sleep in because you had had a bad week?__

Do you remember the flowers and candy I would bring home to you for no reason other than I loved you and wanted to make you happy?__

Do you remember the nights I would watch your shows on TV because I wanted to please you?__

Do you remember the times I would surprise you and take you on a picnic because you was down from something that happened at work?__

Do you remember about a year ago we vowed to each other that no one would ever come between us, after watching a show where the man and woman cheated on the other?__

Do you remember any of this or has your mind went blank since you have started to have an affair with Brad?__

Did you think that this would not come to light?__

Did you think that I would be a cuckold to you and Brad?__

Did he convince you that he was the man you needed in your life?__

Did he convince you to start wearing your skirts shorter and you sweaters and blouses tighter?__

Did he convince you to cut your beautiful long hair?__

Did he convince you to fuck him in my bed?__

Did he convince you to stop making love to me because he wanted you all to himself?__

Did he convince you that I didn't deserve you but he did?__

Do you know that Brad is married and has two children?__

Is Brad going to take you in and will you live together?__

Do you know I was home on Monday morning and have a tape of you and Brad in my bed?__

Did you forget to wash the sheets?__

Do you know you left them in a mess?__

Does your family know what you are doing with Brad?__ Did you take him to meet your family?__

Did they approve of your affair?__

Do you know you may have a STD?__

Have you been tested?__

Do you care as long as Brad fucks you like a whore?__

This must be returned to your soon to be ex-husband. I will hold off on starting divorce procedures until I get this completed questionnaire back from my slut wife. Failure to complete this form will result in immediate expulsion from your home without any further discussions.           Dillard

I took my laptop down to the desk and I ran copies off on the copier. I was going to wait until I heard from Josh about what was going to happen at their office.

Josh called about four o'clock and asked where I was staying. I told him and he said, "I will be out in about thirty minutes. You need to hear this first hand and I need a drink bad. All I can say is the shit hit the fan."

Josh came to my room and we went down to the lounge. We got a table in the back and Josh waited until the drinks showed up. He drank half of his in one gulp and said, " Man I have had a rough day. Brad show up at my house about ten this morning. Betty, my wife, met him at the door in her sexy nightclothes. I waited for fifteen minutes before I entered the house. I could hear them in the bedroom and they were not being quite. I waited in the hall until they got in the short rows and walked in. They didn't see me at first because they both had their eyes closed. When Betty opened her eyes and saw me she started to scream and tried to push Brad off her. He thought she was really getting into it and he started to really pound her. She finally made him realize what was happening. He came off the bed so fast I almost missed my chance at him. He grabbed his pants and started toward the door and I got one good swing at him. I hit him in his ribs and I knew I broke one. He was thrown off balance and ran headfirst into the doorjamb. That didn't slow him down but I found out later he broke his nose and blacked his eye."

Josh took time out to drink the rest of his drink and order another round. He continued, " Betty had grabbed the covers and was pleading with me not to hurt her. I told her I would be back later and that her ass and clothes and anything that was hers had better be gone from there. I haven't been back yet. I went back to the office and went in to see the boss. I told him what had happened and that he could fire me or he could get rid of Brad. He told me he had got a call from the hospital that Brad was there with a broken nose, bruised face and two broken ribs. Brad had put on the report at the hospital that he fallen down some steps. When the boss found out what happened, he got on the phone to the home office. They fired Brad, took his company car, and took him to the airport and put him on a flight. He never came back to the office. The boss promised me I would be given all the support I needed and he recommended a lawyer. I didn't see your wife or hear anything about her. I don't think very many people are aware of Brads' dismissal."

We were both pretty well on the way to being drunk by this time. We both got a sandwich and talked for another hour or so. He was going to leave when I talked him into staying. I had a room with two beds and he was in no condition to drive.

We parted company the next morning and promised to keep in touch. I got home about eleven after stopping by and having a courier service deliver the questionnaire to Janet at four that afternoon. I was sitting in my recliner when she came through the door at five thirty. I could tell she had been crying and was still crying. She sat down on the end of the couch and said, "Dillard, I don't know what to say. I have really screwed up this time. Can you ever forgive me?"