1 comments/ 48245 views/ 4 favorites My Name Is Linda Ch. 01 By: velvet hammer My name is Linda. This is my story. I'm brunette, 5'5", slim, and I'm told I'm pretty. My breasts are not particularly large but I think have a respectable pair of cute little cupcakes. My husband Tom always says so, although I think he worships my derriere as my most positive feature. Tom and I got married when we were quite young; I was only twenty-one. We've been happily married just under ten years now. We were blessed early on in our marriage with two children, a boy and a girl; they have brought us much joy and happiness over the years, along with all the sorrow and heartache that having a family entails. Sure, we've had our ups and downs, but what marriage hasn't? Quite early on in our relationship Tom expressed an interest in sleeping with another woman; with another woman and myself at the same time, actually. At first I felt hurt, I went through the predictable range of emotions; a sense of betrayal, inadequacy, and then even a sort of jealousy that he should be having such thoughts. Tom sensed my feelings and let the subject drop, bless his heart. Now don't get me wrong – I'm certainly no prude; over the years we've eagerly explored any and all variations possible between a man and a woman. I mean, we've done it in all the positions – I find that riding on top provides me the most frequent and intense orgasms. Tom's explanation that masturbation is not only normal, but also probably healthy (which I can understand from a man's point of view, at least), eventually led to the pleasures of mutual masturbation. I'd play with myself with the vibrator he bought for me while he watched, stroking himself, as a prelude to lovemaking. The mutual masturbation thing convinced me beyond a shadow of doubt that my husband Tom is a pervert, and that I'm probably a degenerate myself for going along with it. I drew the line, however, at letting him take me up my 'backdoor'. I couldn't imagine how anyone would find enjoyment from that particular act, at least not on the receiving end; although from articles I've read in Cosmo and in some of Tom's men's magazines I've learned that some women actually do gain satisfaction from 'taking it' that way. Soon after we got married Tom established Movie Night as a facet of our love life. At first I was a bit shocked – not really offended or anything - but a bit taken aback, you might say. But after Tom pointed out that we were both adults, and married to one another, I relaxed a bit. We'd have some drinks, I'd put on something slinky and he'd wear the nice satin loungewear I bought for him and we'd watch X-rated movies as a prelude to sex. After I became accustomed to watching people having sex my natural curiosity took over. If anything I was interested in looking at other penises; Tom was the only lover I had ever known. I mean, the sheer variety of size and length out there, not to mention shape of the head, circumcised and un-circumcised, was intriguing to say the least. It was also interesting to watch the women in the porno movies. I enjoyed trying to determine which of them were faking it and which ones were truly receiving pleasure. While most of the girls are simply very bad actors, emitting a series of fake moans and sighs, every now and then you can tell that the woman in the film is actually having an orgasm. I find this particularly exciting. This, and close-ups of penises ejaculating sperm all over a woman's body. I don't like it when they come on a woman's face, however - it's just a thing with me. While I kind of enjoy watching a hard penis spurting cum all over a nice, round set of tits, or across a girl's belly as she writhes on her back in a state of pure ecstasy, or even shooting streams of jism across her asscheeks, I feel that the face shots are somehow demeaning to women. My initial reaction to pornographic movies notwithstanding, I found that the sex we had during and after watching these films was quite intense; certainly amongst our most exhilarating lovemaking sessions. And despite my feelings about the way 'cum shots' are so often depicted in adult movies, I actually enjoy letting Tom come on me when I bring him to orgasm orally. I've let him come on my tits and come on my face, and upon occasion I'll even let him come in my mouth (although I don't swallow, at least not very often). It was while watching dirty movies with Tom one night that I finally understood his desire to involve another woman in our lovemaking. The film we were watching featured a scene with two very good-looking women – hell, they were downright beautiful if they were anything – on their knees before a man seated on a sofa. All three of them were naked, of course, and both women were pleasuring the man orally at the same time. One would suck while the other licked up and down the underside of the man's penis, and nibbled with her lips and tongue, gently stroking him with her fingers while the other woman lovingly held his balls in her hand. (The women in these films really are talented, and over time I'd learned a thing or two about cocksucking from watching them.) Then the other woman would take the man's penis into her mouth while the first one took over licking up and down his length. Occasionally they would both lick and nibble up and down the man's length at the same time, effectively allowing the man to fuck what was, in effect, a pussy comprised of the two women's lips. I could see how this scene excited Tom – he was quite aroused; his penis was pointing straight up in the air, creating a tent, and I could feel how rock-hard he was as I fondled him through his silken pajama bottoms. It was about this time that it occurred to me that this was not a bad thing. The concept of a ménage-a-trois, that is. I mean, two women can share a man's penis and suck and suck and suck without experiencing any of the jaw fatigue that makes giving head such an ordeal, because when one woman tired the other could take over; and when her jaw ached the first could begin again. The same thing went for stroking him off while you sucked. Any time the muscles in your hand and arm began to tire the other girl could step in to continue. It was obvious how exciting this concept would be from the man's point of view. Two women meant twice the fun; two sets of tits, two pussies, two asses, and all those arms and legs. And of course, two mouths to lick and suck a man's tool at the same time. I took a little mental note of all this, for future reference, then treated my man to a little oral examination of my own before straddling him and letting him fuck my brains out. Despite how hot things were getting between Tom and me, I couldn't help but notice how the scene played out on the screen; both girls were now on all fours, one on top of the other. The camera angle was from behind, so what we witnessed was essentially a pair of pussies stacked up one upon the other, while the male performer fucked them both from behind, doggie-style. He would plunge his dick first into one wet pussy, only to withdraw and stick it into the other wet pussy directly on top of the first. By this time my Tom was lifting me up and down on his rod, his fingers knuckle-deep into the sides of my ass as his cock unloaded what felt like a gallon of hot cum deep inside me. My Name Is Linda Ch. 01 With my middle finger buried deep up his asshole it didn't take The Last of the Red Hot Lovers very long to explode. At the last second I managed to dodge the jet of hot sperm that shot toward my open mouth and was able to direct most of it onto my tits. I don't often let him come in my mouth. Despite my efforts, however, some gobs of goo dribbled all over my lips and chin. I continued to milk his penis and received a few extra spurts for my efforts; he came on my cheek and landed a few more dollops of the white stuff on my cleavage. When he was finished cumming all over me I took his spent penis back in my mouth and sucked him clean, looking him in the eye and giving him the classic 'eye-fuck' as I did so. Finally I released him from my mouth. I had to wipe his spunk off my face with the back of my hand, there was so much of it. I could tell by the volume and viscosity of his load that he'd been a good boy and hadn't masturbated in a couple of days, at least. Tom regarded me silently as I reached for a tissue to clean his jizz off my face and tits. "That," I said, "is to keep you straight, Tom." I explained: "I don't want you so hot with Valerie that you blow your load in the first five minutes. You can have a good time tonight, Tom, but remember. Your cum is for me, and me alone." Tom was hardly in a position to debate the issue. My Name Is Linda Ch. 02 The story continues. Our little three-way thing lasted a little over a year. During the course of that time I eventually lightened up as our fling with Valerie developed into a true love affair. When I lightened up about letting Tom to make love to Valerie to completion, it was almost anti-climactic. I mean, it was a natural course of events; Tom did not have to ask for permission beforehand, nor beg for forgiveness afterward. It just happened, and when it did it was beautiful. We, I mean the three of us, were naked in bed together one evening. Valerie was sucking Tom's dick. I lay next to Tom, stroking his chest as we both watched Valerie's lips going up and down the length of his cock. She really was good at it; she used her lips and tongue, and had a twisting of the wrist technique, as she stroked him into her mouth, that was quite remarkable. I remember it occurred to me that Valerie was doing quite a bit of work, that she deserved to have Tom's hard dick in her wet pussy. I reached down to hold Tom's dick, replacing her hand with mine as she sucked. I rubbed his cockhead all over her face as she ran her lips and tongue up and down his length, held it for her as she took him into her mouth once again. "Valerie," I said. "Mmmmm?" she replied. She could only moan in response because her mouth was stuffed full of Tom's rock-hard cock. "Go ahead and fuck Tom now. He's ready." "Mmmmm," she answered. She released Tom's cock from her mouth with a –pop!- and, giving him one last little kiss right on the very tip of the head of his dick, moved forward on the bed to straddle him. I held Tom's hard dick in place for Valerie as she hovered over him, rubbing his hot, hard rod up and down the length of her wet slit. Valerie reached down and parted her labia with two fingers to allow Tom's swollen cockhead entry. I was able to feel her heat as she impaled herself; her neatly trimmed blonde pussy hairs brushed against the back of my hand. Once he was fully within I withdrew my hand, allowing Valerie to come down and take his full length. I went back to stroking my Tom's chest, kissing and sucking his nipples as Valerie rode his cock. I could see that Valerie was in ecstasy, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as she rode up and down his hot, hard pole. I put a hand to her hips, pushing her on the downstroke as she came with a quiet series of cat-like mews. Valerie was always quieter than me when she came. And of course she was beautiful. She almost looked like Rafael's Venus on the Half-Shell, holding her tits with her blonde hair all about her. It was a beautiful moment. Now it was time for Tom's satisfaction; he was very near, but he couldn't come in this position. He never could when he was being straddled – it was just one of those things. There was a moment of hesitation as Valerie dismounted, he looked to me with uncertainty. Valerie lay next to him, on the other side of him; her hand met mine as I cupped his balls, stroked the base of his hard cock. "Go ahead," I whispered as I kissed him on the lips. "Make love to Valerie. Do it." Tom returned the kiss, long and deep, then broke away, looking me in the eyes. An unspoken understanding passed between the two of us. "Do it," I simply said. "Love her." Valerie spread her legs wide as my Tom mounted her. She looked down to watch the head of his cock rub up against the folds of her wet pussy, holding her labia open with two fingers for him to enter with ease. Tom's cock slid into her wet pussy like a knife into a sheath. Linda moaned involuntarily, "OOOoooOOOhhh!" Tom hesitated for a moment as he enjoyed the sensation of her heat, then began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. I lay by their side. Valerie's right leg, her hip and thigh, lay on me; my hand went to Tom's butt, to stroke him and push as he went up and down and in and out of her. Valerie wrapped her legs about his thighs; her hands met mine on his butt as she attempted to pull him deeper still. She flung her head back, eyes closed in her abandon as Tom ploughed her furrow. Tom's thrusts picked up tempo. He fucked her faster now with long, hard strokes. Valerie began emitting her little mewing sounds once more, "oooh! oooh! oooh!" as his rod plunged in and out of her wet hole. I was pressing hard on his butt now, pushing him into her harder. The slap of his flesh on her flesh sounded like an audience clapping hands. Valerie's hands moved up to clutch at his arms, his shoulders, it was all she could do to hold on as he plunged into her; she was splayed beneath him, taking every inch of his length, all the force of his powerful momentum. Valerie's was contorted as she suffered through heightened levels of ecstasy at the receiving end of Tom's dick. Her legs were spread wide apart, her ankles about his thighs, her fingernails embedded into the muscles of his back as she cried, "OH! OH! OH!" Tom was going up and down on her, in and out of her like a fucking machine. When he started to groan, "UHHH! OHHH!" I knew he was going to come any minute now. I continued to push his butt on the down stroke, my naked body was pressed against Valerie's as she received his full force of his pile driver. He was going in and out of her hard, their flesh on flesh went "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" as he fucked her. Then suddenly Tom drove his dick deep within her and came to a sudden halt. His body shuddered and he groaned out loud, "OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!" as he unloaded his cum into Valerie's depths in one, two, three powerful thrusts. "OH! OH! OH!" she cried, pressing her face against his chest. Tom continued to go in and out of her for a few moments as he spurted the rest of his cum deep inside of her. Then he collapsed into a heap on top of her; he was satiated, totally spent. Valerie was quietly weeping tears of pure joy, smothering her face against his chest as her tears ran down like water. I leaned forward and lightly kissed Tom's upper arm. It was a beautiful moment in our love affair. Time went on; time waits for no man and time didn't wait for us. Valerie eventually met someone. Although we got together a few more times after that, there was an uneasiness because we knew she had somebody else now; somebody else who was not there. Somehow it was no longer the same. I missed our little ménage-a-trois, and so did Tom, but he knew better than to beg for me to arrange something new. What we had had with Valerie was special. It was born of spontaneity, and any efforts to replicate this special love would be cheap and sleazy. At least we both felt this way. It would be better if all we had were our memories, rather than to tarnish this precious time of our lives with furtive attempts to recreate something beautiful that had simply happened. Fast-forward five years. I went to visit Valerie down in Savannah, where she lived now. She was doing better in the career department, although there was a permanent sadness in her life because of the situation with her children. No mother should be without her kids, and later I often wondered if what eventually played out had anything to do with this sadness in her life. It seemed to me that Valerie had changed somehow. She now wore her blonde hair pulled back in a severe bun, and there was a look about her face that I took for an astuteness gained from the rude hand circumstances had dealt her. Savannah is a lovely city, a piece of the old, old South, a true anachronism. If you haven't been it's hard to describe the entire vibe going on down there. There are block after block of these antique houses, mansions really, with these old live oak trees covered in Spanish moss; the place is like a set out of an old MGM pirate movie. "I'm going to show you the inside of one of those old mansions," Valerie said, indicating the scenery as she drove me through town on the way from the airport to her place. "You're in for a treat." "Cool!" I said, "I'd love to see what one of those places looks like inside." "Darius is some kind of local big shot business man," she told me. "He's a bit of a weirdo, Linda, but nothing you couldn't handle. Wait 'till you see his place!" We dressed up and went out. I wore my little black dress, some stocking and heels. Valerie had on a sort of businesswoman's attire; a jacket and slacks in blacks and dark grays. With no blouse underneath her top she was showing quite a bit of cleavage. A nice string of pearls set her whole look off rather nicely. Valerie took me to one of those ancient mansions we'd passed by earlier, the old, moneyed part of town. The properties are surrounded by wrought-iron grillwork; the Spanish moss dripping off the trees give the entire neighborhood a haunted feeling. A beautiful young woman met us at the door. Green-eyed, her hair a thick mane of golden-brown ringlets, she had a decidedly foreign look about her. But it wasn't her exotic looks that got my attention: the girl was dressed for the bedroom. She wore a short, gold-colored kimono. She wore a curious leather collar she wore tight around her neck like a choker. "Hello, Monique," Valerie said. "Is Darius in?" "He's in the sitting room," this Monique answered demurely. There was a definite hint of an accent there. European, perhaps, or maybe some kind of South American. A Spanish Oriental; exotica times two! I thought it curious how she looked to the floor as she spoke; there was very little eye contact, if any. Valerie and I let her take our coats, and then Valerie removed her light jacket. Beneath it she wore only a black leather bra number, a strappy thing that featured lots of metallic buckles and fittings. I suppose this was the sort of thing you might see in a dance club. She looked very severe in this rig, with her man's trousers; something Madonna might wear in one of her videos. Once more I was taken by how Valerie seemed to have changed. As Monique led us into the house, I couldn't help but notice her tight little ass, so nicely encased in the silk hem of her very, very short kimono. The entire downstairs was a series of open rooms, salons I suppose you could call them, connected to one another through wide archways. From where we were in the sitting room area we could see all the way across to the dining room on the other side of the house. I thought it would be a great place to entertain in. The golden sunlight of the late afternoon streamed through the gauzy coverings that served as drapes for the alcove we now occupied. The chamber was carefully appointed with some nice pieces, undoubtedly expensive antiques. Large bunches of flowers, chrysanthemums and camellias, were displayed in large blue-and-white Chinese vases. The delicate flower pattern of the wallpaper was not overwhelming; in fact, it seemed to give the entire setting an effervescence. I was quite taken by the tastefulness of it all. Monique indicated the sofa for us, then took up a position between two of the large Chinese vases; it was as if she was a part of the décor. I thought it odd how she stood with her feet together, arms down by her sides, her gaze directed at a spot on the floor just in front of her. Then Darius entered the room and greeted us. He was a large man, muscular, his head shaved completely bald, with ice blue eyes and an oddly charismatic smile. I wasn't sure if I liked him or not; there was something odd about the man that immediately put my sixth sense on full alert, a vibe he gave off or something. Later I was to learn that what I sensed was power, raw power that Darius seemingly emitted from his very being like an aura. This sense of power was incredibly aphrodisiac in nature, as later I was to learn, but at the time I could only go by my senses and my intuition. Despite these impressions, things were pleasant and Darius was affable. We shook hands, Valerie kissed Darius on both cheeks in the European style, and then he directed Monique to bring us some drinks. From the way he spoke to her like she was a servant, and her totally subservient manner, I was beginning to suspect the nature of her role. Monique brought refreshments on a tray; tea and cakes. I could not help but look at her now. I let my eye wander down as she held the tray before me. Her breasts were not particularly big; in fact they were barely a pair of handfuls, but I liked the way her nipples poked through the satiny cloth of her kimono. She was obviously naked beneath her skimpy garment. Her skin was tanned a golden brown, with her lion's mane head of hair this gave her an almost feral appearance. I took particular notice of this aspect of her appearance when she resumed her place by the wall, between the two large Chinese vases. There was a wildness about her, a savage look in her green eyes as she stood on display, for all it was worth. I wondered what sensations were going through her being as she stood before us with every eye in the room free to gaze at her barely covered form. To be exposed like this; practically naked in a room full of clothed people who regarded you as little more than a piece of furniture. Little was I to suspect where these musings would eventually lead . . . Drinks in hand, Darius led us on a small tour of his place. Like the sitting room, the entire downstairs area was sparsely appointed, yet the few pieces that adorned it were obviously very old, and equally obviously, very expensive. As well as the exquisite pieces of furniture, there were exotic curios and bric-a-brac everywhere. "These vases are from Thailand," he said, "and this rosewood chest is from Indonesia, and this is a stool that the Ashanti kings used to sit on, I got it in the Ivory Coast." * * * We didn't stay long. As much as I loved Darius' place, I don't know if I could handle much more of the weird vibe that was going down in there. It wasn't until after we left, as we drove through the city, that Valerie filled me in on what was going on. "So what'd you think of the place? Isn't it to die for?" "Seems like Monique's doing her part to pay the rent." "Oh, yeah. Have you figured out what's going on with that?" "Some kind of weird love-slave thing is what I made of it." Valerie smiled at this. "Darius was kind of restrained this afternoon. I think he kept things toned down out of respect for you." "Whatever do you mean?" I asked naively. "You were right about the love slave thing," Valerie replied. "Monique usually isn't allowed to wear any clothes," she added. "What, in front of other people? Visitors?" "That's her kink, darling!" Valerie laughed, "That's how she gets off!" Valerie put her hand on mine, "And Darius gets off by putting her through one humiliating ordeal after the other." "You mean she willingly subjects herself to . . ." I started, "why, that's outrageous!" What else could I say? And yet my smile betrayed that I felt anything but shocked. "I guess I could see how someone could find pleasure . . ." "Oh, darling, let me tell you about this one time over at Darius' . . ." Valerie proceeded to relate the story of a dinner party, during the course of which Darius claimed that no man could satisfy or pleasure her, Valerie that is, as well as the slave Monique could. "I took the bet," Valerie said. For a split second I was stunned at the notion of suck a perverted soiree, then glancing at my girlfriend I noticed the sly smile that played upon her lips. Valerie continued, "So the challenge was put out to the male guests and this one bold young blade stepped forward. We all ended up in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Monique, this guy, and me in between. The other guests were invited to look on as Monique and the young man competed to see who could pleasure me the most, satisfy me more. The guy had his turn, then Monique took over. They licked me all over!" This time I was truly scandalized, and it showed on my face. Words simply escaped me. "Oh, it was wonderful, let me tell you . . ." Valerie said with a broad smile as she recalled the pleasure she experienced that night. "Come on now," she said, putting her hand on my arm, "don't tell me you're shocked. Why, it's nothing more than what you and I and Tom used to engage in." "Yeah, but in front of other people?" "That made it all the more thrilling," she laughed. "I guess there's a certain thrill to be had in breaking taboo," I admitted. I remember experiencing this thrill myself, the first time I let Valerie enjoy my husband in bed. "If you like that, you'd love the parties Darius throws." Valerie proceeded to tell me about an evening where lots were drawn amongst the female guests. Half the female guests were then required to walk around stark naked, save for frilly aprons, thigh-high stockings and heels. They served drinks on trays, and then more as the evening wore on. "By midnight it was a full-fledged orgy, let me tell you." I realized now what it was that I had noticed about her earlier. After the thing with Tom and I, Valerie had fully immersed herself in the alternate lifestyle scene. Despite her wholesome All-American cover girl looks, Valerie now carried the air of a sexual sophisticate. As for Darius, he struck me as some kind of rich guy who chose to live as a pervert, nothing more. And yet the girl Monique intrigued me; the whole obedience bit . . . It had been a long day. Both Valerie and I were ready to turn in when we got to her place. Once inside we prepared ourselves for bed. By now pajamas seemed a silly extravagance, after all we had been through together, not only this night but on many other nights before. Wordless facing each other across the expanse of her queen-sized bed, we slowly stripped off our clothes and climbed under the sheets in the altogether. When the lights were out Valerie turned to me. Our arms went automatically about each other; her lips found mine and we embraced. Our kiss was long, slow and delicious. With Valerie I had already learned the pleasures of embracing another woman, of appreciating her body, and so it was not only a familiar embrace but also a most sensible course of action for both of us. We kissed because we were already lovers, after a fashion, and it brought us both a pleasure and a relief to be able to press our breasts together, to rub bellies, to grind our pussymounds against one another's. After a little while I broke our kiss and went down to kiss her breasts, to nibble and suck at her nipples. I've always loved Valerie's huge mountains ever since, with my husband, we became more than just 'friends'. I kissed and sucked her succulent nipples for a while, and then an urge came over me, an urge that had never come over me before, and I once more went down, further south than I had ever gone before. I sensed a pause in Valerie, for she did not expect me to love her this way; it had never been 'all the way' for us, ever. Our excursions into the Land of Lesbianism had only ever included sweet, innocent kisses and some embracing. After the evening's events with Monique, however, I was ready to go further. I pressed my face into the neatly trimmed, golden fur that graced her mound and sniffed deeply of her womanly scent. When I touched her slit with my fingers Valerie instinctively let out a moan. I could feel her wetness, even on the outside of her pussy. By no there was no doubt in my mind, no hesitation whatsoever. I parted my lips and tasted her peach; my tongue delved deep into her womanly folds. I liked her taste; salty yet so sweet. My tongue found her clitoris; I sucked her lovebud into my lips and licked it at the same time. "MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMM!!!" Valerie's long moan let me know my efforts were fully appreciated. It was dark and my eyes were closed as I tasted her pussy, but I imagined her head flung back, her eyes squeezed shut as she pressed the back of my head towards her pleasure button. Her legs were wide open, her fingers digging into my scalp as she rode my face to oblivion. It didn't take her long to come, thank God, for my jaw was beginning to ache. With an "OH! OH! OH!" and then a series of quiet mews, she was done. I licked her softly, gently, for a while, licking up all her love juices, then after rubbing my wet face against the fuzz on her mons I came up for air. My Name Is Linda Ch. 02 We held each other for the longest time; we had just crossed another line together in our very special friendship. Then, wordlessly, Valerie went down. It was her turn to return the favor. It is one thing to be made love to by a big, hairy man; it is quite another to be loved by the softest, smoothest, most beautiful woman in the world. For me the only comparison was my husband, the only lover I'd ever known. There was no comparison. Not only did Valerie's mouth give me the softest, wettest kisses all over my body, there was the added spice of loving one outside of my marriage. When her mouth hit my sweet spot it was my turn to moan, my turn to clutch her face to my clit and ride her for all I was worth. Somehow - after so many orgasms that I lost count - we ended up in a tight sixty-niner. I was on top, licking Valerie's folds and sucking her clit as she returned the favor to me. At the same time her fingers explored my slit, all the way back to my anus. I enjoy this; I like being fingered and prodded and touch everywhere between my legs while my clit is licked and sucked. I came on her face again and again and again, so much so that I had to lift my face from her quim and simply let my fingers fuck her wet hole while orgasmic spasms of pleasure coursed through my entire being. We lay in one another's arms not saying a word for a while afterward. We had crossed another river together, we'd gone all the way; we had become fully-fledged Lesbian lovers. It all seemed so comfortable, so sane and rational; there was a natural feeling to it all. Words were simply not necessary. Then, after a long lull in the afterglow, Valerie finally spoke. "We should have done this a long time ago." I hugged her and kissed her. * * * Things were, well, a little different the next morning, to say the least. I mean, we'd 'visited' often enough, when we'd had our ménage-a-trois with Tom, but this was the first time I'd woken up in the arms of another lover, and to make things even more different, my lover just so happened to be another woman. There was some light-hearted chat over coffee and rolls, as if the night before hadn't even happened. Then every now and then we'd make eye contact and we'd both smile at the memory of the night before and the pleasures we'd shared. It was nice, what more can I say? We went around that day, we shopped, we had a late lunch at a trendy café, and then we went home and settled in for an early night. We didn't want to go out, we didn't want to watch TV. We both had the same thing in mind . . . As we cuddled in bed together, I spoke up. "There's something else I'd like to try, Valerie," I said, my face pressed to her sweet, sweet breasts. "I've been thinking of the girl Monique, and some of the things you told me about what goes on over at Darius's house." Valerie was silent, so I went on. "I've never attended an orgy," I said at last. "Would you like to attend one now?" Valerie asked. "I'd have to fly it by Tom, first," I said. Ever the loyal wife, that's me. I would at least ask for permission, before I went ahead and let myself get fucked in a room full of naked strangers. "There's something else I want to try," I added. Valerie waited for me to go on, but suddenly it was not easy for me to find words. "I want to try . . . . . . I want to be . . . " Valerie waited for me to say it, and when I finally did, it seemed she knew all along what was on my mind. "I want to be . . . . . . I want to try . . . . . . you know . . . . . . humiliation . . . . . . obedience . . ." There was another pause, and then she spoke again. "Are you sure, Linda, what you're asking?" "I think so." There was another pause. "If you really want to go forward with this, I guess I'm willing to go along. But you must know, this will mean the strictest obedience to the Mistress." I pressed my face close to her breast and took her nipple into my lips as she said the word mistress. "A slave endures endless forms of shame, humiliation." I held my wrists together. "Please," I replied, "tie me up." "I want to have an affair," I announced on evening, not long after returning from Savannah. Tom responded with a somewhat puzzled look, and a seriously arched eyebrow. "O-k-a-a-a-y . . ." he stammered. "So why are you telling me this?" I stated that ours was a healthy and proper married relationship, with no secrets hidden from one another, and that therefore if I was going to have an affair I didn't want to do it without his knowledge and approval. We had a brief discussion. I briefly explained what Valerie was up to, down in Savannah. The whole scene. It took some resolve, but I finally told him that I wanted to try it. I left out the part about wanting to experience humiliation. How could I explain my desire to be humiliated, if I myself could not entirely understand it? Tom, for his part, was uncharacteristically discreet in his comments. I simply said that I wanted to have fun with Valerie, that there was more I wanted to explore with her. After all, I had shared Valerie with him, what I now wanted was little different. Something more perhaps; essentially all I was asking was his understanding, some open-mindedness. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I said. "Besides," I added enticingly, "Who knows what good things may come out of it?" Hubby finally gave me the nod of approval, as I knew he would. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what he thought about his wife becoming another woman's lover, let alone the whole group sex bit. Some things are best left unsaid, I suppose. I wondered if he felt hurt, or if he saw this latest development as a threat to our relationship, the way I had initially reacted to his suggestions that we include a third in our love life, so long ago; I had no way of knowing. But I realized I had to do something to show Tom that things were still okay between he and I. That night, in the bedroom, I decided to let him know that there was something else I was ready to try. Tome was lying in bed in his pajama bottoms, reading his book and waiting for me to come to bed. Meanwhile I was in the bathroom, trying to work up the nerve for my next move. I looked at my reflection in the mirror - I was wearing an open-front, babydoll teddy done in sheer black with black lace and pink ribbon tie-ups. Hubby had bought it for me last Christmas; it seemed I didn't wear things like this for him often enough. The front of the garment split open to reveal my skimpy black string-bikini panties. I was musing - should I wear stockings or shouldn't I? I decided not to. I wanted to look like a sexy wife trying to do something nice for her husband, not a professional porn slut. That was me all right, Little Miss Sweet and Innocent. Enough stalling, I thought, it's Showtime! Tom looked up when I appeared in the doorway to our bedroom. I let my hands flutter about the ribbons that held the front of my babydoll together, right in the valley between my breasts, and then to show a hint of uncertainty I let the fingers of one hand play at my lips. "Tom," I said slowly, "how would you like to fuck my mouth . . . then fuck my tits . . . then, fuck my pussy . . .then . . . fuck my asshole?" You should have seen the look on poor Hubby's face. "Uh . . . uh . . . you've never talked to me like this before, Honey," he stammered, but any objections he may have had in the tone of his voice were betrayed by the tent that was developing in his pajama bottoms. I knew he would be all for it, horny toad that he is. I slowly pulled the little pink ribbon that held my front together, let it fall open and then I cupped my tits and squeezed them for effect. Tom but his book down. I grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor, kneeling before Hubby where he sat on the edge of the bed. He lifted his ass so I could remove his pajama bottoms. When my fingers went around his pole he leaned back and closed his eyes, a wide smile all over his face. I placed my lips on his cockhead and lightly kissed him there. Then I parted my lips, stuck out my tongue and slurped all over the head of his cock. When I finally took his length fully into my mouth, Tome released a quiet groan of satisfaction, "O-o-o-h. y-e-e-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-!" I proceeded to give the lucky dog the best blowjob of his life; I was using every technique I'd learned from watching adult movies, sucking up and down his pole and swallowing him whole like a python devouring a pig. I circled my fingers around to slowly stroke him into my mouth as my red lips went up and down his shaft, making sure to look in the eye as I did so. He likes this 'eye-fuck' effect, total pervert that he is. When Tom's sighs began to evolve into moans and grunts I decided it was time to move on. Didn't want him to blow his wad, so to speak, on what was essentially the warm-up act. I released him from my mouth and cupping my hands under my tits I offered my pert pair up to him. Tom moved his hips down and began sliding his cock in and out between my tits as I pressed them together on either side of his hot length. I like this. I like the feeling of Tom's big, hard cock between the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I like the total pervertedness of titfucking. When things got a little dry down there I leaned over and let a long line of spittle drool out from my lips onto the head of his cock. I did this a couple more times; with this lubricant he was able to more easily slide in and out between my breasts as he titfucked me. Tom's eyes were rolling up in his lids. It was time for me to get my pleasure before the Big Event. I stood up and indicated for Tom to move back on the mattress. When he did I climbed up there and straddled him. I didn't even take off my panties; I just reached down to my crotch and pulled the thin fabric aside. My pussy was already saturated, I parted my labia with my fingers and placed the swollen head of his cock at my opening. When I sat down gravity and Mother Nature did the rest, and suddenly we were fucking. I still had on my panties, even. His hot hardness felt terrific as usual. He fondled my tits through the open front of my teddy as I rode his pole up and down. I've already described how this position gives me my most frequent and intense orgasms, what I didn't say is how fast I can come when I ride my Tom. It's like I'm being impaled on his hot rod. My pussy was already clenching around his pole and gushing buckets of lovejuices and I was crying, "OH! OH! OH!" I had to lean forward, my hands on his chest, the orgasmic waves were so intense. I finally leaned over him, eyes closed. Once more my Tom had delivered, and I was near death from satisfaction. Needless to say, it was one of our more memorable fucks. We stayed connected for some time while I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock inside my wet, gushy pussy. But there was more work to be done; Tom had not yet come - he almost never does when I'm on top. I finally managed to find the strength to move on. I kissed him on the lips and with a knowing smile I dismounted. I lay on the mattress beside him belly down, ass up, still wearing my panties; they were totally saturated by this time. Looking at my husband, I smiled my sweetest smile. Tom took this as his cue: I was ready to take it up the tailpipe. Smiling from ear to ear, he rolled over and started fondling my ass through the thin fabric of my panties. As we kissed he slipped his hand into my panties and began fingering my asshole. I tried to relax, tried to loosen up, but every time he probed my little browneye would clamp down and shut tight. I was afraid that this was going to be a painful and unpleasant experience. Tom broke our kiss and moved down. Hovering somewhere above and behind me, I felt him slide his hands up the backs of my thighs and under my panties to cup my asscheeks in the palms of his hands. He rolled my panties back over his wrists as he did, so for a while there he was almost handcuffed to my ass. With my panties rolled down the backs of my legs like this and his hands on my buttcheeks he began worshiping my ass, kissing my ass; he was even licking in the crack of my ass! After I became used to this I relaxed a little and even began to enjoy his attentions 'back there'. By the time he had his wet tongue right up my asshole, I decided it felt great! This ass-worship continued for a while. When he finally got up to fetch a bottle of lotion to use as a lubricant, I was ready. Ready to get fucked in the ass, I thought with a chuckle. Tom returned with the lotion and began lubing me up. "You ready for this honey?" he asked. What a sweet dear. I simply moaned my assent, eyes closed and a smile on my face, like I wanted this more than anything in the world. So Tom mounted me and slowly started prodding my butthole with his big, blunt dickhead. That's when I learned that having a wet tongue up your ass and having a huge cock trying to shove its way in are two completely different things altogether! I had to slow my breathing down, and then I had to ask him to stop while I adjusted to his girth. "Okay, go ahead now," I said, and he continued. Finally he was all the way in, all the way up my ass with his big, fat, huge cock. I tried to relax, tried to breathe as he shoved his hard ramrod in and out of my poor overstretched sphincter. The best I could manage was to deal with it, and gain some comfort in the thought that at least the next time this happens won't be the first, and maybe I'll get used to it. Or at least it won't hurt as much. But in a way it did feel good to have my man, my big, bad Tom, on my back, humping me, pounding his hard cock in and out of me. As things progressed and he worked up a head of steam his thrusts increased in speed and intensity and I could tell his time was coming soon. At the height of our lovemaking Tom leaned over me - I damn near suffocated as he crushed me with his weight - and whispered in my ear, "I'm fucking you in the a-s-s!" "Oh yes!" I cried quietly, "Yes! You're fucking me in the ass! You're fucking me in the ass!" This seemed to incite him even more - his humping became even more furious, more deliberate. It seemed he penetrated my rectum even deeper still, if such a thing is possible, and I felt his hardness even through the walls of my pussy. I was completely prostrate beneath him as he buggered my hole, his thighs on the backs of my thighs, his hips slapping against my buttcheeks. Tom lay completely on top of me and reached around to hold my breasts and pinch my nipples as his tool reamed my anus again and again and again. His shaft was so big in my bunghole, so hot and so hard that suddenly it seemed his hard cock was all that existed in the entire Universe and my asshole was but a flexible rubber ring stretched all the way around it. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as his fingers pinched my nipples hard, his palms cupped my breasts and his weight on my back pushed the very breath out of me while that blue steel rod pumped in and out of my butthole like a piston. I could tell from the urgency of his thrusts and the shortness of his breath that he was coming, and curiously enough, I was coming with him. "Fuck . . . me . . . in . . . the . . . A-A-A-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!" I managed to grunt through gritted teeth. "I'm fucking you . . . I'm fucking you . . ." he moaned, until at last he wailed, "A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H!" as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of white-hot cum deep inside my butt. For my part, it wasn't that I especially wanted to be fucked in the ass. It's just that, well, I wanted to show him somehow that my Lesbian tendencies weren't going to be any kind of a threat to our relationship. I mean, I wouldn't very well be willing to take it up the ass if I was considering leaving him for another woman, now, would I? It was, to say the very least, well, a little bit uncomfortable, afterward. Okay, it hurt, but I got used to it. At least, I could tell how I could get used to it if I had to. When I had to. Anyway that settled the matter. Clinched the deal, so to speak. I would return to Savannah in two weeks time.