0 comments/ 20288 views/ 1 favorites Given By: Sven the Elder He sat alone. His table was on the patio where he could see the cars as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He waited for her and wondered what to expect. Patio? Well that was stretching it a bit -- actually it was a floating pontoon, a pier really, but the end opened out into a large area and he could sit comfortably there in the early evening sunshine, the warm south Cornwall sea breeze refreshing as he looked back up the walkway at the waterside thatched pub. She knew him, at least she'd said so. She had apparently attended one of his 'lectures' a little while ago, then something he'd said in an e-mail using his pen-name had apparently enabled her to make the connection that she had lived only twenty five miles away. He thought of the Internet, its world-wide connotations and the surprise it had caused him in the past. Five writers of erotica, two in the same town had once met for a drink, astonished they all lived so close. Now it had happened again - someone else had made the connection - though this time there had been a veiled threat. Sven wondered what her price would be. He shrugged his shoulders and sipped his beer and waited... The cars had their lights on now as the early evening shadows deepened into dusk as he was startled out of his reverie by the hands that had been placed on his shoulders. As he half-rose, they gently opposed his motion and, off balance, he sat back down. "Shauna...?" The question died on his lips as she came round the side of his chair and he caught sight of her for the first time. The colour drained from his face as he recognised his lover from thirty five years earlier. Dressed in a shapeless pair of oilskin trousers, a baggy, nondescript, somewhat grubby sailing sweater, the iron grey hair topped off with a Breton sailing hat , she leant forward, gently closed his mouth and said, "I'll get some of this gear off while you get me a drink - Tinner's like yours." Sven's mouth dropped open. Sven stumbled to his feet, stunned at the turn of events and went off as he was bid to 'get them in'. o - O - o Rather later - a couple or three beers later to be exact - they were eating some of the local fish that the Pub was famous for. Conversation had ranged far and wide as they sought to catch up on lost time, the coloured lights reflecting off the dappled, dark sea, twinkling in their eyes. Sven had briefly held her hand to make a point, let it go and then changed his mind and held it again. Shauna had not removed her hand; rather she had moved to hold his with her other as well. So engrossed had they become that the sudden faint ringing of the ship's bell that hung behind the bar of the pub to signal closing time came as a surprise to them both. "Nightcap?" Sven nodded, then as Shauna got to her feet realised she meant on board her pocket sailing cruiser, tied up a few feet away behind him. He helped her pick up the sailing gear she'd shed as she'd come ashore to join him, then followed as she climbed aboard. She opened the hatch and deftly climbed down the companionway into the cabin lit an interior oil-lamp. Sven scrambled aboard and followed her down. The cabin was small, cosy; it fell into the category that meant if you cruised together on this boat, if you weren't good friends before you started, you would be after not too long. For all that, there was standing room under the main coachroof, if not under the edges, but then that hardly mattered. "You like?" Shauna asked and waved her hands in a general manner indicating the old-wood varnished brightwork of the interior glowing in the soft light of the lamp. Sven laughed gently, "You always were a sucker for 'real' wood finishes I recall." He stepped forward and putting his hands on her shoulders, gently pulled her towards him and kissed her. She closed her eyes and almost purred as she held him to her. He smoothed her hair in that old familiar way he remembered her liking so much those days so long ago. In his mind the intervening time melted away as he kissed her again. "Sven, you never alter, given half a chance that is," and she giggled that familiar, throaty, sexy chuckle again as she slid out of his hands and moved round him to close the companionway hatch almost over. "It's getting chilly now - the lamp will soon warm us up though. Laphroaig?" Sven nodded agreement at the offering of one of his favourites - her memory was too good. He savoured it as she slipped the heavy sweater over her head to reveal a T-shirt with 'Emma Louise' on it. To his quizzical look she said "The name of the boat and my twin daughters and no, there's no man in my life now." Sven almost missed the pain that briefly appeared on her face as she sat down opposite him in the small cabin. Then, changing her mind, she got back up and joined him on the larger bunk. "I think I need to be held just now." Sven leaned back against the back of the cabin and put his arms round her waist as she leaned back against him. She folded her arms across his, her head in the crook of his neck against the side of his face. They lay together, silently, luxuriating in each other's warmth and the peace of the moment. Sven kissed her hair gently and rubbed her tummy. She turned her face towards his and kissed his cheek gently before moving slightly and then kissing him properly her tongue slipping against his lips, sensually. He felt that old familiar warmth growing as they kissed again, more deeply, an urgency growing between them. Shauna sat up suddenly. "Mind your head," she said, as she stood, pulling him to his feet and tugged him towards the forward cabin, blowing the oil lamp out as they passed it, now with only the dancing lights reflected from the shore to see. Sven was aware that she had sat down again and pulled him down with her to avoid the low deckhead in the forward part of the boat. He realised there was a large made-up sleeping area - feet forward - and she was pulling him towards her. He kicked off his shoes, bent down eased his socks off and joined her. Shauna kissed him, more demanding now than before as he slid his body beside her and held herself to him. She moaned softly with the passion of the moment. Sven slipped his hands under her top and massaged her back and shoulders pulling her into him. Then, rolling her onto her back a little started to undo her jeans before she took over and undressed quickly for him. Sven followed suit, it was easier under the cramped headroom. Naked they clung together - Sven underneath. Shauna gave another of her chuckles as she moved on top and then eased herself onto him. He groaned with pleasure as he speared deep into her; she was so wet and ready the feeling of pleasure was so exquisite it almost hurt. The need for release was so urgent and demanding that she came hard as Sven slid fully home, her contractions bringing him off as well. They lay there, breathing hard, swallowing and coming to terms with their mutual lust, then "Shit, I'm leaking," as she grabbed a towel strategically placed. Then that wonderful giggle again - "James Bond must fire dry blanks - he never has this bloody trouble!" And they both laughed, the earlier unspoken tensions gone completely. "The furniture still fits then." Shauna laughed again as she got up and went into the other half of the cabin, lit the oil lamp again and came back with their whiskeys. "Mud in your eye!" The old toast as they savoured the peaty-flavoured delight, propped up and leaning back against the boat's side, facing each other, her legs inside his as she played with him with her toes. "Penny for them..." Shauna spoke quietly as they looked at each other across the boat. Sven stirred but didn't answer as he got up and went to the back of the other cabin, closed and locked the hatch then made his way forward and blew out the light before returning to climb on the bunk. He lay down pulling Shauna to him and kissing her gently. "Given the time," he finally replied, " and the intervening years, I don't think I'm going home tonight." He snuggled her to him. "We've only just found each other again - I think I want to make damn sure I don't lose you a second time." Shauna wriggled in pleasure and seeking him out with her hand said, "Well this fellow certainly thinks that's a good idea, think I'll second it." This time Sven was certain she did purr as they kissed again, the boat rocking them gently together. © Sven the Elder - June 2002 Given It was that lazy time of year where no matter how much one has slept, the haze of the early morning made everyone stifle a yawn and blink their eyes over and over again, struggling to stay open until the body stopped trying to make the mind rest. The sounds of the city just outside the window of the taxicab were muffled, the bumps in the streets the only noise that broke the otherwise chilly silence - not even the taxi driver was trying to make conversation, it was so cold and dreary a morning. Actually, there was another noise, one that had gone on for so long it had faded into the background to both pairs of ears unfortunate enough to be awake at the moment... The most thunderous snoring ever heard. "Emmy...Emmy, wake up, I think we're almost there." She was laying against her lover's shoulder, snoring loudly right into his left ear. After a few nudges, she slowly blinked her eyes open and stretched out her arms, yawning furiously. She looked around the cab trying to get her bearings, and noticed him trying to hold back a laugh. "Oh no, was I snoring again?", she asked, realizing the driver must've heard her. "Oh yeah, big time; I'm just glad you only do that when you're really tired, otherwise I'd be deaf in one ear by now." She playfully slapped his arm, but was mortified when she felt that her cheek was wet, too. She looked at his sleeve and saw a long stain down the side, both of them noticing at the same time; he looked at her with a peeved expression. "Remind me why I put up with all this again?", he asked, wiping away at it. "Uh...because you love me?", she answered, her voice rising by an octave. She hugged his arm again and sighed happily against him, resting against the crook of his shoulder. After only a few seconds of this closeness the cab slowed down, making Emily get up and look around. "Yep, we're here alright...Oh my god Gabe, Mom is gonna be so happy to see you again!" She was almost like a kid just then, bouncing up and down on the seat. She got her wallet out while Gabe went around the back and starting taking out one suitcase after another, shaking his head at how much she'd thought was necessary for just a few days' stay. She got out of the cab, closed the trunk for him when he was done, and grabbed one in each hand as he took the rest with them up the driveway. Before they even reached the doorstep, they saw the curtains flutter, followed by quick footsteps as they looked at each other and said it at the same time: "Vanessa." The door flew open as a raven-haired figure knocked the wind out of them, nearly tackling them both to the ground. Vanessa was Emily's twin in every way: both were short, athletic-bodied women, even though neither could be bothered to walk for an hour every so often, let alone do sports. The only noticeable difference was their hair; Emily always tied her long brown hair into a ponytail, whereas Vanessa preferred a different color every month and letting it flow free. They were short enough that even Gabe, who was used to always looking up at others, could pretend to be tall around the two. When she was done suffocating Emily, Vanessa turned her sights on Gabe, though he could always give as good as he got when it came to her hugs. The twins were wiping tears from their eyes as they made their way inside, almost feeling as if they were thawing as soon as they crossed into the house. "What the hell Emily, how long were you gonna wait until we saw you again? Mom and Dad are gonna freak when they get back from the store." "I know, I know. We were gonna visit in the summer but Gabe transferred to this university closer by and...you know." "You didn't want to be away from him, huh?", Vanessa teased her. "I don't think I could be, Nessie." "I know that feeling", came a voice from the kitchen; a slim, redheaded woman, taller than any of them there, stepped into the living room as she dried her hands with a rag. She gave a quick kiss to Vanessa and then hugged Emily, but turned to Gabe with a serious expression. "I don't think we've ever met." "Uh, nope, it seems we're never here at the same time. I'm Gabe", he added, giving her a firm handshake that was given away by his playful eyes. "Well, the pleasure's all mine - I'm Susan. I guess we kinda swept these two off their feet, huh?" Before he could add to that, there was a click at the front door as it was unlocked, making everyone turn to it; they could hear voices just outside. "Frank, we need to check if Emily called to say how long- Hi!", she yelled as she saw them all there together. The twins' parents walked inside, dropping their bags right then and there so they could hug their two daughters, as Susan and Gabe stayed awkwardly in place. Their mom noticed and ended her embrace so she could greet them, too. "Hi Susan, how are you? And why are you still letting Vanessa play with her hair all the time?", she wondered, tugging at her daughter's dyed locks. "Ugh, I stopped trying to make her stop a long time ago, Mrs. Myers." "Hmph, she reminds me of someone", Mrs. Myers answered, sticking a thumb over her shoulder at her husband. She turned to Gabe as Susan left to greet the dad, flashing a smile at Emily's tag-along. "Hello again, you", hugging him like all Moms know how, pulling him into her as she jokingly swung them both one way and then another. "We missed you two last July, you know." "I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Myers, I know Emily was really bummed out about it. But, if it makes you feel any better, we're not gonna be missing get-togethers any time soon." "Glad to hear that", she added, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "Why don't we go eat what Dad and I just bought over some coffee...and tea", she amended as she saw the looks on everyone else's faces. "Honestly, are Dad and I the only ones who drink coffee here?" "Mom, Gabe and I just got used to drinking tea all the time back home; I just don't get how you can drink that tar you call coffee all the time", explained Emily. Gabe went back to greet Emily's Dad, always a fun experience for him. The trick was to decipher the grunts and mutters into something akin to a conversation. "How are you, Mr. Myers? Emily tells me you've been fixing up the backyard this year for the Christmas party." "Yeah well, she'd see it and not just hear about it if you two came around more often." Ouch. Okay, fair point, I get that, thought Gabe. "Let me help you with those, sir", Gabe asked, grabbing whatever bags were left on the living room floor, receiving only a grunt of acknowledgement from Emily's dad. They carried everything over to the kitchen, where Mrs. Myers was already cooking, boiling, and setting out ten different things at once. The four women were talking as they moved around the kitchen, though it was mostly Mrs. Myers and Susan that were doing the work. When they were all settled at the table, the twins went off on their own conversation, leaving Susan and Mrs. Myers to keep talking about the household projects they'd each started; Gabe and Mr. Myers simply eat their breakfast in peace. Gabe looked at how close Susan and Vanessa were, at how they seemed to have a pull on the other; whenever one would move slightly, it was as if the other was tethered along, not wanting to be any farther than they needed to be. He felt a little squeeze from the hand resting on his leg, turning to his left and finding Emily smiling at him. She flicked her eyes to the staircase behind him, making a subtle nod towards it when he didn't get the hint. "Mom, I think Gabe and I need to sleep a little more of this jet-lag off - is the room ready?" Her mom immediately wiped some crumbs off her shirt and stood up, leading the way towards the room they'd be staying in. Emily tugged Gabe behind her as they grabbed their suitcases and carried them up the steps, every creak and groan under them reminding Emily of just how old this house was. They passed two doors on either side before taking the second one on the left, Emily's old room, as her mom opened the door for them. "Here you go!", she sang, doing a little flourish as Emily laughed at the interior. "Mom, it looks exactly like it did when I left...aren't you ever going to do something with it?" "Oh, you know I don't need to", answered her mom, picking at whatever she imagined to be stuck to her shirt. She smoothed out her skirt and smiled at the couple, knowing that what she'd have to tell Emily wasn't going to make her happy. "Listen, your dad wanted me to tell you that, well, he's okay with you getting your rest and all, but that he doesn't really want you to share the room after this." There was a moment of silence after this demand as Emily opened and closed her mouth, trying to stop whatever words were trying to make their way out - she didn't do a good enough job. "Are you fuckin' kidding me, Mom? Gabe and I aren't in high school, we live together! Doesn't Dad know that?!" "Emmy, watch your language! You know how your Dad is, he just doesn't think it's right that you two are going to be sharing your room, so he wants Gabe to sleep downstairs on the couch. Can you please just go with this for the week and not make such a big deal of this?" "Mom, he's the one making a big deal out of this, not us! Gabe and I were gonna sleep here together like we do every night back home, and Dad's kidding himself if he's gonna make Gabe sleep in that old crappy couch." Emily crossed her arms and, to Gabe's amusement, literally put her foot down, staring down her mom in the hopes she'd crack - he knew he always did when he was the one that look was directed at. Gabe decided to speak up before Emily forgot she was getting angry at the messenger, taking her hand and kissing it, knowing how that always seemed to soothe her. "Emmy, if it bothers him that much, I can just sleep downstairs...nonono, it'll be okay", he added as soon as he saw her start to protest again, and turned to her mom. "I understand, Mrs. Myers, and I certainly don't wanna start on the wrong foot with Mr. Myers, either. At least I'll be able to use the computer down there and...get started on some work before sleeping." Not like I'll be able to do anything else, he conceded. Mrs. Myers hugged him to show her thanks and quickly left the room, with Emily only letting out a sigh at this new speed bump. She dropped onto the bed before he could say anything, silently asking him to join her. He took off his shoes and slid in next to her, the two doing their familiar dance as they turned to their left side with Gabe behind her. He moved closer to her until there was no space in between, her neck resting on his left arm while his right one wrapped itself around her. She traced circles with her fingers on his right hand, knowing that whatever rest they were going to get was ruined. He waited for her to say something, anything, and became more concerned with each second that passed. He kissed the nape of her neck, hoping to get something out of her. "Emmy, can you say something? You're never this quiet when you're angry..." "That's cause I'm not angry, I'm just...I don't think we ever slept apart after our first time; it's gonna feel so weird." "I know Emmy, but maybe it'll be kinda good for us. This might be good practice for when I have to leave for a couple days; you can't expect to be able to come with me every time I have to travel." She turned around and looked at him, nodding her head in defeat; she hugged him close and buried her face in his chest. "Besides, it's only for a few days - we can handle that, right mi amor?" He chuckled at her little smile that popped up whenever he called her that. "Suuure we can...as long as you keep rolling those r's like that, I don't think I'll mind this so much." She giggled again when he put his lips to her ear; she closed her eyes and listened, even though she didn't even come close to understanding what his whispers meant. Seeing she was calm again, he leaned over and kissed her, hoping they could get some real rest after a nightmarish flight with her; his hands were still sore from being squeezed so tight by her whenever the plane dipped and bounced in the slightest. She kissed him back, their kisses multiplying with every second they kept going, until he rolled her over on top of him. He stopped them and looked towards the door, making Emily get up and lock it; the soft click was followed by her turning towards the bed. She put a finger to her lips and slowly walked over to him, lifting one knee to the mattress and crawling her way to him; he sat up and met her halfway, running a hand through her hair as they continued kissing. They breathed through their noses as their tongues danced together, at least until kissing just wouldn't be enough for them anymore. It didn't take very long. Gabe slid a hand to her side, down her arm and past her waist, until he reached around and cupped her backside, then moved to the front; he tugged her by her belt loops to his lap, letting out a moan at the delicious weight of her on him. He let her rest completely on his thighs, letting her feel his hardness through his pants, getting her going, too. She slipped her hands under his grey shirt and ran them across his chest, relishing how warm it felt compared to how cold her fingers were. She started grinding against him until her underwear bunched up right at her center, letting her rub against it as she moved back and forth. He pulled her hands from under his shirt and pulled her right up to him, feeling her small, soft swells against him, holding her by her back as she moved faster and harder against him. He held back his groans as every movement of hers was right on his erection, pleasuring them both; she started moving her hips in circles just then, the new sensations just enough to get her where she wanted. She ground against him for just a few seconds longer until she tensed up, her eyes closing suddenly as ragged breaths escaped her. She shook forward two, three times as her quick orgasm passed by, leaving her worn out and drained. He slowly fell backwards while holding her, noticing she was already falling asleep. Women, he quipped. He rolled themselves over like before, reaching behind him and pulling the thick duvet over them. Listening to her soft breathing, the quiet he was used to during her sleep, he counted each inhale and exhale as he started following her in sleep, feeling his eyelids slowly...falling... ******* Emily inhaled deeply as a noise awoke her, though she wasn't quite sure what it was. She looked around in a sleepy stupor, blinking quickly to wake up as soon as possible; there was a soft knock on the door, finally getting her attention. "Yeah?", she called out. "Emily, it's Susan; your mom sent me up to tell you that we're going out to lunch - are you guys coming?" "Uh...I don't think so, I think we're gonna get our stuff settled while you all go eat. Gabe and I'll just eat something here, but thanks!" "Alright, I'll go tell the others", replied the husky voice on the other side. Emily waited for her footsteps to fade away until she turned her head around; she looked at Gabe's face, noticing how uneasy it was. She was about to call out his name when she felt a discomfort in her back; she looked down and noticed him against her, his bulge poking at her. She was surprised he was still hard until she realized he didn't come with her. She put her palm on the front of his jeans and stroked him through the material, hearing his breathing quicken almost as soon as she started. She kept stroking as slowly as she could without waking him up, feeling his arms around her tighten even more as he started bending forward. He suddenly woke up just as the sensations were proving to be too much when there was another knock at the door, though it was her mom this time. "Emily, c'mon, you two can unpack later tonight - you two are going out with us, so get up." Emily gave an annoyed groan and called out a "Fine, Mom", shaking Gabe out of his own fog. "Sorry, I think I just made things worse for you down there." Gabe frowned at her and looked down, noticing his own obvious frustration. He shook his head and chuckled as Emily pouted at him, kissing him in apology. "I thought I had enough time to return the favor", she explained. He got up and pulled her along with him, adjusting himself before they walked out of the room. ******* The three couples walked back up the driveway later that night, exhausted from all their walking downtown. Mrs. Myers pulled out her key and opened the front door, everyone still quiet from sore feet and full stomachs. Vanessa pulled Susan down with her onto the nearest couch, not even bothering to take off their coats as they collapsed around each other. Gabe picked the single sofa, pulling Emily down onto his lap and trying to enjoy having her close for whatever time they had left that night. Mrs. Myers puttered around the kitchen, leaving Mr. Myers to sit in the recliner sofa and turn on the t.v. She came back with a tray full of cookies and pastries, drawing a chorus of groans and "Put those away, for the love of God!" from those around her. She put her hands on her hips and looked around, amazed at how low their tolerance had shrunk after leaving home. "Now how are you all supposed to handle Thursday if you can't even handle a lunch like today? I hope you all don't act like babies when I bring out this year's dessert." Susan stretched out a hand and tugged at hers to get her attention, trying to talk as little as possible lest her stomach explode. "Mrs. Myers, trust me, no one's gonna be pushing your dessert away this year...are you gonna finally let us know what it'll be, or are you gonna keep it a secret until it's in front of us again?" Mrs. Myers chuckled and walked over to her husband, falling into his lap and making eyes at him. "Trust me, someone's gonna be real happy about dessert this year." They kissed for far longer than the others found comfortable, making the twins throw pillows on top of them to calm them down. "Ew Mom, stop being gross and let us enjoy our food coma in peace", demanded Vanessa, laying her head on Susan's lap and letting her play with her hair while she was on the edge of dozing off. Emily noticed this and looked over at her mom, wondering why her dad was okay with them being close but not okay with Gabe and her. Her mom caught her frown and simply shook her head, asking her to let it go; Emily sighed and simply fell back against Gabe. "Gabe, you watching the Redskins game on Turkey Day?" Gabe quickly opened his eyes and looked over at Mr. Myers, already cringing at what he had to say. "Uh, no sir, I've never really watched American Football. I only watch...soccer, when I have the chance." Mr. Myers screwed up his eyes and muttered, "You gotta be shitting me, kid", just loud enough for everyone there to hear. Susan got up off the couch and pulled tiny Vanessa up by her armpits, much to her protests; she turned to the others and remarked, "I think we should all just head head to bed - tomorrow's gonna be a long day, so we might as well be nice and fresh in the morning." Vanessa sleepily padded her way up the staircase, Susan pushing her from behind much like how a parent would make their kid go to bed. Mr. Myers said nothing as he simply went over to the couch and pulled out the bed, while Emily seethed quietly at such a ridiculous situation. Given Gabe disappeared for a moment and came back with a suitcase full of clothes, as Mrs. Myers spread blankets out on the newly-made bed. Emily simply kissed him while her parents were distracted and quietly went upstairs, surprising him with how quiet she was being. He thanked Emily's parents for the night and waited until he heard their door close, then pulled out his smartphone and typed quickly: Goodnight, babe. Not another minute passed before she replied: Hurry up. Confused, he typed back, asking her what she meant. Hurry what up? Be very quiet and get over here. I'll wait. He felt like they were in high school as he slowly and carefully made his way up the stairs, hoping like all hell her parents wouldn't catch him. He chuckled to himself in disbelief at how silly this all was, but nearly started sweating when he reached her door; he slowly turned the doorknob, hating how loud it sounded when the door finally opened. He nearly dove inside the room and again, slowly closed the door behind him. Turning towards the bed, he found Emily waiting for him, head in her right hand, supported on her elbow. She waved him over and made room behind her in bed, waiting for him to take off his pants before finally lying down. He was right; she was just being quiet since she knew she'd go against her parents anyway. "Emmy, are you sure they won't check downstairs or something? I really don't want to give your dad any reason to hate me." "Trust me, once they go inside that room they won't leave until it's almost noon; they're old, we've got the advantage here. And my dad's always hated you, I just don't know why - it's gonna make things really difficult for Thanksgiving, but we're gonna have to go through with it anyway." She turned and kissed him goodnight, all her thoughts on getting some sleep with him there when she felt a soft touch along her stomach. "Gabe, I wanna sleep this time, really!" "Yeah? Then why'd you call me over? I think you're just trying to play with my head, young lady." "No, I didn't mean anything - can you just roll your r's again or something? Say some more Spanish things, anything that won't get me going." "But I want you to feel like this - I'm doing this for you, so just be quiet and enjoy it." He let his fingers dance their way down her belly, stopping at the waistband of her blue boy-shorts for just a second before they kept going. He cupped her mound with his whole hand, loving how hot she was down there, making his hand feel clammy after a few moments. She purred and slightly bent at the waist, a dull ache growing already; she nearly let out a moan when his fingers started moving again. He took his middle finger and slid it along her lips, making sure his hand stayed cupping her as it moved. He took it out for only a second as he offered his finger to her, waiting for her tongue to make it wet enough before slipping it back down. She clenched her hand on his thigh as he slowly rubbed her, always in awe at how he could be so much better at something she'd done for years before meeting him. He loved the way she tensed all over, knowing it was him making her feel like this; his hand on her, his lips at her neck now, watching her try not to make any noise. Every time they touched or kissed (or more), it always felt like it was their first time all over again. It was like they were getting to know each other again, discovering just a tiny piece they somehow overlooked every single time. His lone finger made way to his palm, and slow circles became quick rubs as she became wet on her own now. They could hear the wet noises as his hand started moving just a little quicker, but still slow enough to not burn her out; nothing worse than too much too early and then not being able to go over. Her fists clenched around the bed sheet, making him have to lean over more to get a better angle. She closed her mouth and tried to hold off whatever noises made their way up her throat, her thighs tightening around his wrist in an effort to save her. This just let him know she wanted more. A lone gasp escaped her as she whispered his name, feeling that ache so much deeper, starting to tie itself around her inside, and finally loosening. When he felt her shudder, jerking forward and away from him, he pushed down slightly over her little hood, covering that tiny hard button, sending his finger off by itself to rub up and down her lips. With his left hand he covered hers, slipping his fingers through her own, kissing her jawline as she came down. When the only noises left were his slow kisses on her, he moved his hand out and slid it up her chest, her juices staying on her skin. He leaned over even more and kissed it, his tongue tasting her on herself. Could warmth be a taste? Her skin tasted...warm, that fresh smell that she always seemed to have, almost like magic to him. She smiled and pulled his head away, fearing that he'd start tickling her and give them both away to the others. He went back to lying behind her, promising her to be good from now on. "Night, Emily..." "...night, Gabe." ******* Gabe was rubbing shampoo on his hair, remembering the night before, up to waking up early and going back to the couch. He hadn't really been able to sleep, so he decided he might as well get his shower over with before the others needed the room; he did not feel like battling the other three women he was sharing the bathroom with. Just as he was about to turn off the water and dry off, the door opened, almost making him let out a yelp (but a manly yelp at that). Before he could stick his head out the side of the curtain and yell out, he saw Emily stripping off in front of him. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to get us caught or something?" Emily just rolled her eyes at him and lifted off her shirt, giving him a view of his favorite bra of hers; it was yellow with wild colors all over it. She actually stood there and let him look at her, turning side to side before breaking out in laughter and taking it off. She made him scooch over and give her room, instantly taking over the entire stall - this was her bathroom now, and he was simply standing in it. He watched quietly as she squirted some of her own shampoo into her hand, the smell of fruits and oils making him breathe her in deeply. She turned her back to him knowing what their morning routine was: he reached over for the soap and began massaging the foam into her, his hands slipping and sliding into whatever part of her they could reach. Sure, he was always spent more than enough time in a few places, but she never complained, letting him wash her body while she focused on her long hair. She ducked under the water again and rinsed it off, turning to him but pouting when she saw he was already done. "I was about to dry off when you came in", he explained as he used his hands to remove some of the foam still on her. He grinned at her and lowered his hands, making her blush after last night. "Oh no, you already tried that already - I think I'm clean enough for the day, don't you?" "I don't know", he remarked, going down to his knees, "I think I should make sure before we get out." She turned off the water as he licked his way up her thigh, the feeling of his tongue in such a place bringing that familiar dull sensation back. She rested a foot on the edge of the tub, opening her legs for him and making things easier for them both. He put his hand on either leg and went down on her, sticking out his tongue and flicking it back and forth over her clit. She seemed to think it was too much because she put her hand on his head and pushed him away a little, so he calmed down and aimed a little lower. His tongue slid down between her lips, drawing a gasp from her as he barely touched her center, the tip of his tongue quickly dipping into and out of her. He put his whole mouth on her after his tongue tired, using his lips to touch more of her; she smiled and sighed contentedly as he feasted on her. The small wisp of dark hair on her tickled his nostrils while he sucked her outside lips into his mouth, passing his tongue while holding them between his lips. He kneaded her ass while he sucked and licked her, loving how the tone of her legs made way to such soft flesh. She held onto the curtain bar with one hand while the other still gripped his hair, pushing him into her now. He kept moving his tongue in and out of her until he felt her legs tense, a few drops from within her falling onto his face while she came. He drank her in while she finished, standing up and kissing her as a few of the last shocks made their way out of her system. Holding him by the waist, she kissed her way down his chest, his erection now bobbing up and down in anticipation; she gripped him at the base and lifted it as his turn came. She ran her tongue up the soft skin under his shaft, feeling his entire body shake already. She thought his reaction was odd, considering this wasn't exactly a rare act between them, but shook the thought away and kept going. Gabe stifled a groan as she covered the tip with just her lips, letting her tongue slide between them and bathe its head. She took him out and was about to do it again when a voice pulled them back to reality. "Whoever's in there, can you please hurry up? You're not the only one who needs to shower!" They looked at each other and dried themselves off quickly as footsteps faded away, Emily nearly slipping on the floor since they'd thrown water everywhere. She wrapped a towel around herself and covered her hair with another, gratefully slipping back to her room as no one else saw her. Gabe stayed behind and shaved as quickly as possible, worried that whoever it was might let it slip that they'd taken a shower together. Emily waited quietly on her bed, still wrapped in towels when the door opened and in walked Vanessa. "Gabe's in the shower?", she asked, raising her eyebrows at her twin. "Yeah, I'm waiting for him to be done so I can get ready." "Your hair's wet - were you in there with him?" "You should shut up now, Nessie." "Oh come on, you two were going at it last night; can't you two just get through a couple hours before fucking?" "Oh my god you perv, were you listening at the door us or something?" "Please, I think I know what a woman moaning sounds like. I'm just saying, you weren't as quiet as you think you were, and I had to explain to poor Susan that no, Gabe wasn't hurting Emily." Emily let out a deep sigh and crossed her arms, trying not to let her anger show again; Vanessa noticed and sat down next to her, knowing when her sister wasn't in the mood for jokes. "I don't get it", wondered Emily, "I mean, we're obviously the same age, but you can go ahead and spend the night with Susan and Dad doesn't bat an eye." "But Gabe stayed the night here, so..." "That's not the point - I'm annoyed that Dad just wants to pretend we don't live together or something." "Yeah well, I don't envy you there; we met Susan and Gabe at the same time, but maybe they just haven't gotten to know him as well as they got to know Susan. Susan and Mom are not like Gabe and Dad, remember that." Vanessa got up and kissed her sister on the forehead, closing the door behind her. Just a second later, Gabe walked in with a pained expression on his face. "I think I might be sick", he remarked, holding a hand to his midsection as he was nearly bent over in pain. She quickly got up and went to him, helping him sit down on the bed; she got some pillows together behind him and rested his head on them. "What happened? You were fine a few minutes ago." "I don't know, but it hurts like hell...think it might be something I ate yesterday?" "No, I don't think so...hmm, let's go downstairs, maybe you're just hungry since we skipped dinner yesterday." She dressed quickly and waited for him to be done, since he was doing everything slowly; they walked down the stairs hand in hand and met everyone down at the kitchen table. "Hey you two!", greeted Mrs. Myers, a plate of omelets and bacon in each hand as she walked over to the table. They joined the group and talked about their plans for the day, agreeing to do their Christmas shopping so that they would only have to worry about Thanksgiving dinner the next day. Gabe let out another low groan, getting Emily to think about what was bothering him so much. Everyone else had already gotten up, putting on their coats and gloves, when Emily told them she and Gabe would go in a separate car. "Mom, I don't think Gabe is feeling very well; I'll go get him something to take, but you guys go ahead, we'll catch up later." Her mom didn't seem very convinced, but one look at Gabe let her know she was telling the truth; the poor guy looked like he'd been kicked in the stomach. Emily helped him up the stairs, trying to see what the hell was making him feel like this. She told him to look in the medicine cabinet while she checked the one downstairs, but she seemed to have realized something when she'd left his side. "Oh, I'm such an idiot! Babe, I think I figured out what it is...but you're gonna have to come down here again." Gabe rolled his eyes and made his way downstairs, trying to ignore the throbbing ache. "Emmy, I don't think it's my stomach...I think it might be a little lower than that", he told her, embarrassed now that he realized what it could be. "I know - when was the last time you...you know?" It seemed she'd reached the same conclusion he did. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She couldn't answer him because she was bent over on the floor, laughing her ass off at him. "Emily, I'm in horrible pain, possibly with internal bleeding or something, and you're laughing at me?" She wiped tears from her eyes and shook her head at him, having to restart what she had to say because she was laughing so much. "You-you have blue-I GAVE YOU BLUE BALLS!", she managed to gasp out, completely ignoring the unimpressed face he had on. She got up after a few minutes and kissed him, trying to make up for what had happened. "I'm sorry, it's just...when was the last time you actually came, babe?" He thought back to this morning, when they were interrupted right as she was going down on him....then when they were in bed that night, he only pleasured her...and then earlier that day, they'd fallen asleep. Even going back to before they'd arrived (looking back, they'd had too many encounters since getting here), he couldn't even remembering when they'd made love, what with getting everything ready and running around for last-minute errands... He looked down at her and shrugged, which made her noticeably sad. She crossed her arms around his neck, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him at length; when they parted, she put her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been so selfish, I didn't realize I'd been teasing you so much...but, we have plenty of time right now to fix that, so here-" She walked over to the couch and laid her stomach down on the armrest, standing on the floor to the side of the couch while holding herself up by her elbows. She reached back, lifted her short, black skirt, and pulled her panties to the side, looking back at him expectantly; he simply stood there looking at her. "Come on, we don't have all day - just stick it in, Gabe." "Wha-stick it in? That's it?! That's the best you can come up with, that's how you're gonna seduce me?..." "Pshh, I'm a woman, I don't even need to seduce you, honey", she answered, shaking her backside at him. He shook his head and started taking off his jeans where he stood. "Okay, we are so gonna talk about what you just said...after we finish doing whatever this is." "Oh no", she talked back, shaking her index finger at him, seeing him begin to kneel again, "you are not gonna do that again. This is for you now, so don't worry about making me feel good and just worry about yourself right now." To add to her point, she put her head back down on the couch and lifted her butt up in the air, almost as if she were presenting herself to him. "C'mon, otherwise my family will find another way to ruin this for us." Gabe pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them, standing right behind her center; she reached under herself and took hold of him, lining him up. She still held him as he pushed forward, feeling him finally enter since at least a week before. Her moan continued for as long as his first stroke took him inside her, not stopping until he was all the way in. "Ooohh fuck, babe...just stay like that for awhile, okay?" He nodded, time having robbed him off whatever tolerance he'd learned as a lover; he was already feeling the knot at the base begin to harden. By the time she nodded back, it'd subsided somewhat, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to do much for her, even if she wasn't looking for it. He slid back out until just the head remained inside, the walls inside her pushing his foreskin back over his shaft; he plunged back in and felt the loose skin be pulled back again. Whatever ache he'd felt around there almost immediately disappeared, proving what his situation seemed to be; he just couldn't believe he actually felt that after only worrying about it once before in his life, when he'd just started puberty. She was bracing herself against the couch, bent lewdly over the armrest as he went in and out of her, the only sounds in the room those of their skin slapping together. He quickened his pace, almost pounding into her from behind now. She moaned again at how odd it felt to simply jump into it; he always preferred at least some foreplay before making love, which is also why they kept being interrupted before she could even start to please him. She felt his hand on the side of her face, softly pulling her up to his own, and she got up and put her lips to his; despite kissing her, he still didn't miss a beat, still grabbing her by the hips, pulling her back as he pushed forward into her. She could hear his breath become desperately ragged, knowing he was finally close to cumming. When she heard the couch creak, she looked sideways to see he'd also gotten up on the armrest, resting both his knees to either side of her and simply moving his hips back and forth. One hand was on the back of the couch, holding him up, while the other was on the small of her back, keeping them both aligned. He was now above her as well as behind her, and this new angle meant he could fuck even deeper into her, his balls smacking against her thighs as he went faster than ever before. Each stroke went all the way in and then back out before she could even count, shutting her eyes and losing herself to him, to something they hadn't enjoyed in far too long. She finally felt him grow to as big as he could be, his quick pace slowing almost instantly to just one or two hard, slow, deep penetrations, feeling his warmth spread inside her as he pushed all the way in. He stayed completely inside her, catching his breath while he released everything he'd been holding back in into her; he put his feet back on the floor, still not wanting to slip out of her. He fell down onto her back, kissing his way up her back, tasting the sweat forming on her skin. Just when she thought he would slip out, he pulled back slightly and pushed back in, trying to get pleasure from their high for as long as they were still on it. He finally moved out of her and let out a deep sigh, feeling a calmness in him he hadn't felt in days. As she turned around, he saw she was gasping too, a wild look in her eyes from what had just happened; she grabbed him by his collar and crushed her lips to his, drawing blood from their collision but not even caring in the moment. They pulled away and looked around them, at his clothes on the floor, the sofa moved a few feet off to one side, the armrest shining with her sweat. She looked down and noticed his cum starting to drip from inside her, making her cover herself and walk quickly to the guest bathroom nearby. He decided he might as well start getting dressed while she cleaned up. Given When she came out of the bathroom she walked up to him, both looking at each other before simultaneously letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. "You didn't come, did you? I'm sorry, it's just-" "Shh, I told you", Emily quieted him, giving him a quick kiss before continuing, "this was about you. You know I love you for all the little things you do, but I also have to make sure you feel good , too - otherwise, it's not really fair to you." "I feel so much better now, I think I needed that more than I thought I did." He smiled at her and motioned to the door, adding: "I guess we should get some presents while we're back in the States before your parents catch us two still here." Emily nodded and went to get her purse, leaving him to get his phone and wallet from the counter as they made their way out the door. ******* The big day was finally here; after Emily and Gabe actually followed the rules and slept apart the night before, they had gotten up along with everyone at an ungodly hour to help prepare the feast that was Mrs. Myers's Thanksgiving cooking. The kitchen was a synchronized pool of plates, trays, utensils, pans...people turned right and left, passed over items to one another - everything short of a cartwheel was required to get things done. Gabe and Mr. Myers made small talk while they barbecued, one of the few things they had in common thanks to Gabe's native country. After hours of stifling heat, a few close-calls with dropped plates, and a severely cut thumb on Vanessa's part (despite Susan's warning to keep several yards between her and any sharp objects), dinner was finally served. Lunch had been nothing more than a few small sandwiches passed around, as everyone made sure to leave plenty of room for the real show. Everyone sat around the oval dining table, Each couple was sitting right next to each other, with Mr. and Mrs. Myers each sitting at either end of the table. Susan and Gabe were finally able to catch up, seeing as how they hadn't ever met before this week. "So, how did you and Emily meet?", she asked him as she waved a fork back and forth between the two. She took a sip of wine just then, the only one of the four guests old enough to even drink. "Well, the fact that we even met kinda amazes us both; I mean, I was brought here from South America when I was a kid, and my parents moved my sister and I all over the country before we settled here in Maryland. I'd fallen in love with England from all the shows and movies I liked, so I got into this program that would let me study abroad there. It was only like a week after classes started and my roommates wanted to throw a huge party for someone else, so I just got up and left the room. I was trying to find somewhere to go when I remembered the roof has this staircase going up to it, so I figured I'd spend a couple of hours there..." "And that's where I met him", finished Emily. Susan 'awwed' at the couple; "So you two met on the roof while you were trying to get away from everyone there?" "Actually", clarified Gabe, "she fell asleep waiting on the steps because she'd locked herself out; I just kept her company until her roommates left the party and she was able to go back home with them. She told me she was studying in England for some psychology program, and we talked about classes and our families...I managed to get her number and, well, here we are." He looked over at Emily, seeing the slight lip-bite she always gave when they told the story. "I mean, Vanessa and I just went out to lunch together every day at work; we didn't even know the other one was a lesbian until someone else asked if we were dating and she just yelled at him, 'so what if we are?!'" She jokingly shuddered as she remembered that day, not envying that poor guy one bit. "Emily's got that same thing, except instead of yelling it she'll just use her eyes - the only time I ever got that was when I joked around and asked her if she was sure she didn't wanna postpone our-" He stopped talking all of a sudden, his face getting bright red in a flash. He looked down at his plate and stuffed his mouth full of turkey as Emily nearly choked on what she was just eating, making her dad give her back a few rough smacks "Postpone your what?", Susan asked, oblivious as to the two acting so weirdly. Emily looked over at Gabe, their eyes having an argument only they could hear, until she simply grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth before finishing for him. "Postpone our engagement." Vanessa and Susan instantly gasped, while Mrs. Myers let out a laugh in disbelief; chairs were thrown back as the three women went to congratulate Emily and Gabe, with not a dry eye in the room as everyone exchanged wishes and excited words at this announcement. Well... Not everyone. "Where's Daddy?", wondered Emily, looking around the table in hopes of finding her father; she was about to ask again before a clutter coming from inside the garage gave her her answer. Her mom let go of her and whispered, 'I think you should talk to him', before stopping Gabe from following her. Emily slowly made her way to the side door in the living room that led to the garage; she took a few deep breaths before turning the doorknob and going to her father. The garage was a mess, his mess, created over years and years of projects and collections, things he'd started but never finished and things he'd broken but never fixed. She stepped over a leaf blower before having to move a box aside just to reach her dad, sitting down on a trunk marked 'Fragile- that goes for *YOU*, Vanessa'. She stood in front of him, finally fed up with how he'd been acting towards her and Gabe ever since she'd brought him home for the first time. "Why?", she only asked; he finally looked up at her, a bear of a man reduced to a crumpled figure in the corner of the room. He didn't offer anything to her, so she asked again; "Why are you always making me feel like shit for feeling like this? I mean, you never once told me that you're happy for me, or if you thought Gabe was a good guy for me or not, and now, just when I thought you'd finally say something to me...you just sneak away - why?" He sniffed quickly, wiping at his nose with his sleeves before finally answering. "I never thought Gabe wasn't a good guy..." "Then why do you treat him like crap? I mean, do you have any idea how much he worries about pissing you off? I almost hate coming here since I have to see you treat him like that even though he's been nothing but good to me. I love him, Dad - can't that be enough for you?" "It is, it's just...I thought I had more time." When Emily merely looked at him in confusion, he decided to continue. "I mean, your sister tells us she's dating some women she met at work, and you come visit a month after starting college and tell us you're already living together with some guy we haven't met...I just didn't think you two would move on so fast." "But Dad, how come you're okay with Vanessa and Susan being together, and then you make Gabe sleep on a pull-out couch like he's some art student in New York? I know you didn't know it yet, but he's my fiancé, and you can't expect us to be happy with the way things are around here." "Vanessa's different, you know it was always your Mom that she stuck with. You and me, you were always my little girl, and when you just stopped calling here every week and missing a holiday here and there...it felt like you didn't-like you just forgot about me", he choked out, burying his face in her hair. He started sobbing against his daughter's shoulder, the first time she could ever think she'd seen him like this, and there was no holding back her own tears. They simply let it all out to each other, holding each other and feeling themselves shake from emotion. She pulled back and looked right at him, needing him to listen to her. "Dad, you know that's not what happened; it's just, between college for us both and living together and everything, we barely even have time for each other. I don't know what I would've done without Gabe all this time over there, but I don't know what I would've ever done if it weren't for you. But I need you to tell me that it's okay, because I really care about Gabe and I want to see you okay with all of this." Mr. Myers simply nodded at her and hugged her tight, whispering how sorry he was, promising to show her how he really felt. The two took a few minutes to compose themselves before deciding they might as well go back to the others. She smiled at him and pulled him behind her, opening the door to meet the rest of the group. Everyone was quietly sitting down in their seats, the tension remaining in the room; Mr. Myers simply walked over to Gabe and took his hand, clasping both around it and shaking it with all the strength he had left. Gabe got up and hugged the man, knowing now was the time to get in a rare embrace from him. "Listen Gabe, I know how I've acted hasn't been what you and my daughter deserve, but Mrs. Myers and I would be proud to have you in our family." As soon as the words had left him, Gabe slowly shook his head; Mr. Myers managed to raise an eyebrow before Gabe explained himself. "With all due respect sir, it's not about that; it's not that I don't want to be a part of your family, it's that we want you to be a part of our family now", he told him, wrapping an arm around Emily's waist and bringing her against him. He leaned down and kissed her before looking back at him, waiting for his answer - her father simply nodded before speaking. "I think we'd all like that", he announced. Mrs. Myers broke the tension by walking over, slapping her husband upside the head, and giving him a loving kiss before embracing the couple. "Now", she asked of everyone, "can we please eat dinner before it gets cold, for once? I'd really like to bring out that red velvet cake." Everyone quickly agreed and sat down in the nearest chair; the table was nearly groaning under the weight of every dish imaginable, from mashed potatoes and lettuce salad, to the small pumpkin pie everyone ended up fighting over - and of course, the large tray with the stuffed turkey, about to be opened up and shared with everyone there. Not everyone was in the same seat as before, but no one paid any attention as long as their plate was full, with everyone else there to share with. They might as well start over anyway. Given One night Derek admitted that his biggest fantasy was to see me having sex with another man. Just the thought, he said, of seeing me with someone else's cock up me was enough to make him as hard as a rock. He didn't know why, but it just did, and he wondered, rather tentatively, if I would ever consider making it happen. At the time I was shocked and more than a little angry that my own husband could even think of such a thing, but alone at home the next day I began to think about it, and then fantasize about it, and finally to masturbate about it, until by the time he came home from work I'd decided that, under certain circumstances, I'd not only let it happen, but I'd like it to happen too. Over dinner I began to outline those circumstances to him. 'It's simple.' I told him when he looked at me in astonishment. 'I can't just go out and find a man, take him to bed and invite you to watch, I'd feel wrong doing that because just looking for someone would feel like cheating. But there is a way it could happen.' 'How?' He asked, intrigued. 'If you find someone for me, invite him here and then give me to him, actually making me his for the evening and telling him I'm his to do with as he wishes.' I'd thought it over and it seemed to me that if he chose me a partner and I was given to that partner, then anything done to or by me in my husband's presence could hardly be construed as cheating, and that's what had bothered me. It might make me something of a slut, but it wouldn't make me a cheat, would it? He thought about it for a minute or so. 'But how will I know who you might fancy?' I shook my head. 'Doesn't matter. It would be your choice, anyone, any age, any colour. You can give me to anyone you like and I'll have to let him have me.' 'And you wouldn't mind who?' He asked incredulously. 'No, anybody you like, and I'll do whatever you like with him, okay?' To be truthful, the more I talked about it, the more aroused it made me and the more I was sure that I could do it. I'm not a submissive, but the thought of not having any choice was becoming quite a turn on. 'I'm going to have to think about this one, Kath.' He told me after a rather long pause. 'Leave it with me.' His voice carried the expected note of reluctance, but I could see the gleam of lust in his eye and the bulge in the front of his jeans, both of which told me that the scenario hit the spot with him. Even so, a couple of weeks went past before he said anything else and by then I'd come to the conclusion that he'd backed away from the idea, until one evening he came home and asked me to sit down. 'You remember what we were talking about before? You know, about you and another guy?' I took a sharp inward gasp and nodded uneasily, wondering if, for all that it had been his fantasy, my agreement had spoiled things between us. 'I've found someone for you, if you're still up for it?' I sighed silently with relief. I was definitely up for it, my pussy was melting at the very thought, but I took a deep breath to give myself time to summon up the courage before answering. 'I think so.' I told him trying not to sound too eager. 'If you are?' 'Good.' He sounded relieved, as if he too feared I'd changed my mind, both of us worried about each other's reactions. 'He's coming over Saturday evening. His name is....' 'No!' I cut him off. 'Don't tell me anything about him, let it be a surprise.' I wanted a few days to wonder, a few days to feel anxious and, more than anything, a few days to fantasize. 'I will tell you one thing about him though.' He raised a hand to cut off my protests and went on. 'I'm told he's very well equipped, bigger than me.' Now I wanted a few days to mentally prepare myself too, because Derek is not small in that department either, and if this man is larger - then, oh boy! By the time Saturday came I was a bag of nerves. I wanted it, but I was scared that I wouldn't be able to go through with it, or if I did that I wouldn't enjoy it, that Derek would back out, that the man would be repulsive, that he'd want disgusting things, and that I wouldn't be able to satisfy him. Then I did everything I could think of to make myself attractive and sexy, even down to shaving my pussy, figuring that I was more likely to enjoy it, and to do Derek proud, if the man found me attractive. That done I sat and read a book, got up and paced about, watched a little television, paced about, listened to music, paced about, stared at the clock, paced about, and generally reduced myself to a nervous wreck until finally I heard Derek's key in the door and his voice inviting someone in. 'Hi Kath, this is Sam.' Sam turned out to be a white man in his early forties, ten years or so older than either me or Derek, tall, fairly heavily built, with short blond hair and a reddish complexion, his otherwise plain face offset by amazing pale blue eyes. 'Hi Sam.' I tried to smile a welcome, but I know my nerves made it appear crooked. 'Hello.' Sam hardly looked at me as he spoke and I could see that he too was nervous, although probably not as nervous as I was. But then to meet someone for the first time with the preordained intention of having sex with them, and with their husband watching, must have been a little daunting for him too I suppose. Derek seemed not to notice our nerves, or if he did he figured that pressing on would be the best way to overcome them, for he started to explain what he expected to happen. 'Sam, I'm giving Kath to you for the evening, on condition that I'm there to watch. I want to see you fuck her bareback, and I want to see her cunt afterwards leaking your spunk. So don't hold back, shoot your load right up her.' I sat there open mouthed for a moment at the coarseness of his words. He never normally spoke of 'fucking' or of my 'cunt', but for some reason it seemed right in the circumstances and I felt a shudder of lust run all the way through me. My nerves disappeared and all I wanted was to feel Sam do exactly as Derek wanted. I was suddenly as ready as I'd ever be and my 'cunt' unexpectedly ached to be filled. It seemed as though Derek's words had worked on Sam too, because now he looked straight at me. 'Are you okay with this?' He asked. 'Not going to cause any marital problems am I?' 'No problems at all,' I assured him. 'We both want it.' Sam nodded his satisfaction and turned to Derek. 'So how do you want things to start?' Instead of replying to Sam Derek directed his answer at me. 'Perhaps you'd better show him what he's getting.' He said, indicating with his hand that I should take my clothes off. That was when things really kicked in for me, twin jolts of desire and fear shot through me simultaneously, making me absolutely need to do as I was told and yet utterly scared to do so at the same time. I climbed to my feet and then just stood there like a statue until I saw a frown of impatience cross Derek's face and then, with trembling fingers, I began to fumble at my clothing. It wasn't that I was backing out, it was just that I needed to know that Sam wanted what I had to offer and I was worried that he'd reject me. As I undressed my eyes went from one man to the other, looking for their reaction and, if truth be told, for their different approvals. Sam was looking straight at me, his eyes following my hands as I removed one piece of clothing after another, but Derek sat with his intent gaze going from my face to Sam's and then to whichever part of my body was being exposed next. By the time I was down to my panties their stares had my heart hammering and my breath coming quicker. My near nudity, the look of lust in Sam's eyes and especially the pride on my husband's face, were all adding to my confidence. God, I felt so good and so hot, and my arousal was mounting rapidly. Now I felt secure enough to want to put on a bit of a show and so I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and then, looking directly at my audience, I shimmied out of them, finishing by holding them between finger and thumb as I straightened and dropping them seductively at Sam's feet. Then I simply stood there with my arms away from my body and my feet a little way apart, and let the two men look at me naked, knowing that they couldn't see what I could feel - a dry mouth and a wet pussy. Derek had seen me shaved before, it's not usual for me but I do like to be smooth sometimes, but I could tell that it wasn't something Sam was used to, because he openly gaped at my shaven pubes with a look of delighted amazement. I smiled, happy to have taken him by surprise and to have met with his obvious approval. 'Well?' Derek asked Sam. 'Is she what you expected?' 'Oh yes, and more!' Sam replied, his eyes bright and his smile wide. 'Go upstairs then Kath.' He said to me. 'And get on the bed ready. I think you're about to get laid.' I felt my eyes close momentarily from the flash of pure desire that I felt, but then I turned and went out, almost feeling their hungry eyes on my bare skin as I headed for the stairs and the bedroom, trying to keep the look of excitement from my face. I wasn't anxious anymore, I was just plain horny thinking about the giant cock that Sam was supposed to have. I lay on the bed expectantly for what seemed like hours, wondering if one or the other of them had decided against it. Time seemed to have stopped as I lay there, and I almost got up and went back down to find out what had happened before I finally heard them coming up the stairs. I found out later that they had deliberately kept me waiting to enhance my anticipation. It certainly worked, because by the time Derek pushed open the bedroom door and ushered Sam in before him I was a feeling nervous wreck, so frustrated that I had to stop my hands from wandering between my legs. 'There she is, ready and waiting for you.' Derek told Sam, one hand gesturing at me before addressing me directly. 'Open your legs, Kath. Show him your wares.' I did it as sexily as I could, spreading my legs wide and then bending my knees so that I was showing them both every little bit of me, my eyes holding their gaze so that neither could just gaze at my pussy until I glanced down, indicating with my eyes for them to look at me. Then I used two fingers of my right hand to spread my pussy, using them like a fork to push my labia open, knowing that my husband and a stranger were both staring at my most intimate parts. For a minute or so I held that pose, looking at each of them in turn, seeing them with their eyes pinned to my pussy, unable to look away. Then I let my fingers drift together until they closed over my clitoris and I could begin to gently rub myself, masturbating in front of them, doing something even Derek had never witnessed before. Derek pulled up a bedroom chair and sat level with the bottom corner of the bed where he watched me hungrily for a minute or so more before tearing himself away and turning to Sam. 'Go on, fuck her before she does it all herself.' Still watching me, Sam began to take his clothes off, his shirt buttons popping open under clumsy fingers. I just gently played and watched, waiting for the moment when I would first see the cock that Derek had arranged for me. It wasn't long before Sam was pushing his boxers down and his weapon sprang into view - and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was big, long and thick, but not as gigantic as I had feared, maybe a good inch or so longer than Derek's and proportionately wider. I don't know how big it was in actual inches, and I don't care. All that interested me was would it fill me and could I take it, and the answer to both was a definite yes. When Sam was naked I stopped playing and took my hand away, lying back with my legs still spread and my arms wide in an attitude of surrender, just waiting for him to take me. I looked at my husband to make sure he still approved, but his eyes were constantly on Sam's cock as he clambered onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. Derek's hand was at his crotch, gripping himself through his clothes and waiting impatiently for Sam to enter me. I was still staring at Derek's face when I felt the tip of Sam's cock touch my pussy, apparently there was to be no foreplay, no kissing, no caressing, just plain and simple intercourse. But I didn't mind, foreplay was for Derek and I, a good fucking was for me and the man Derek had chosen to give me to. I felt Sam's fingers fumbling around my entrance as he guided his cock into me, not that he needed to have worried, for all that he needed to do was to follow the little rivulet of wetness that I was sure was trickling from my hole. His finger found me and slid inside, letting his cock follow along that guiding finger until the head was past my opening before he moved, grunting quietly as he adjusted his position on top of me with his cock just inside. He looked down at me and then thrust hard, pushing his entire length deep into me in one swift and powerful movement and making me gasp with surprised pleasure. He filled me and stretched me beautifully, just to the point where any more would have been uncomfortable. It was wonderful. Hearing my gasp Derek glanced quickly at my face and, seeing no pain in my expression but only enjoyment, he smiled hurriedly and looked back at my pussy, seeing it filled by another man's cock for the first time. I put my arms around Sam's back while he hooked his hands under my arms to grip my shoulders from below and hold me still, withdrawing and thrusting, each thrust jolting me as he plunged into my pussy, my very wet and welcoming pussy. I saw Derek lean over, going out of sight behind Sam's shoulder as he moved to get a better view of my adultery. I was very aware that I wasn't supposed to have any man other than Derek doing this to me, but the forbidden nature of my actions was mitigated by Derek's enthusiastic consent and instead of putting me off, it simply made me feel hotter than ever. I was being fucked by a stranger with my husband watching, and I felt sexier than I had ever felt. Sam was a vigorous but unsophisticated lover, he thrust hard and quickly, grunting each time his cock slammed into me, but that was what I needed and very soon I felt an orgasm building. 'I'm going to come.' I announced, wanting Derek to know that the man he had picked for me was working his magic. 'I'm going to come soon.' I could have added that I was going to come hard as well, for my orgasm hit me like a brick, intense pleasure waves rolling heavily through me, making my toes curl, my fingers dig into Sam's back and my entire body jerk and shudder uncontrollably. I cried out unintelligible sounds, not stifling them as I often did but purposely letting everyone know that I was coming. Through it all Sam kept up his inexorable thrusts, driving himself into me time after solid time. Even after my climax had waned and I collapsed back into a shaking heap he still kept up his metronomic fucking, grunting and pushing as I lay gasping beneath him. I didn't mind, I knew that my sudden orgasm had just been the first inevitable reaction to a different, larger, cock, and that I had more to come. I felt I could let him fuck me for hours. Of course, that's not what happened, for it seemed that no sooner had I got my breath back and begun once more to respond to Sam than his movements started to become erratic and uncoordinated and his grunts became gasps and moans. He was on the verge of coming and I was about to receive another man's load. Just the thought of having him come inside me was beautifully arousing and I pulled my legs right back so that he could thrust deeper and deposit his cream as high in my body as possible. I was a receptacle just waiting to be filled. And I didn't have long to wait. Suddenly he grabbed at my shoulders, gripping them hard from below with his fingers, and at the same time he pushed himself forward, ramming his cock into me, grinding and forcing it deeper before I felt it begin to twitch and jerk. I looked across at Derek, but although his face was hidden from my view by Sam's shoulder I could tell by his posture that he was staring intently at my pussy even as it was being filled with Sam's cream. I just knew that the sight was turning him on, fulfilling his fantasy of watching his wife with someone else. I couldn't help but smile at the thought that he was probably enjoying this fuck as much as the two people doing it. Just as that thought passed through my mind Sam groaned long and low, pushing himself even deeper, and then slumped on top of me, a spent and useless dead weight having emptied himself into my pussy. I held him tight for a minute as a thank you and then released him so that he could pull out of me and remove his weight. In fact he didn't need to pull out, for as soon as he moved at all his rapidly subsiding cock slipped from my saturated hole to lie wet and slippery against my leg. Almost immediately Derek came back into view, climbing to his feet and tearing at his clothing, pulling his shirt over his head in his haste to undress. I looked at him in surprise before I suddenly realised that he had been so aroused by what he had seen that he too intended to fuck me. I was going to have two men in one evening! At first Sam hadn't noticed and was still lying on top of me, gasping breathlessly into my ear, but then he must have caught sight of Derek from the corner of his eye and he looked up questioningly. 'Move over mate.' Derek told him. 'My turn, remember?' That was when I understood that it had been arranged all along that Sam would take me first and then my husband would follow, fucking my cum filled pussy to add spice to his fantasy. Sam rolled away, squashing my leg as he passed over it, and Derek scrambled to take his place, shuffling into place between my thighs and reaching down to guide himself into me. 'God, you're wet.' He whispered in my ear, his voice thick and tight from his arousal. 'It's all spunk, isn't it?' I nodded even though some of it was my own juices and then, realising that he couldn't see my nod, I whispered back. 'Yes, I'm full of Sam's cum. I've been well fucked and well filled, lovely isn't it?' I had kind of guessed what he would like to hear, and I was right, because he groaned and pushed his cock all the way into me. It was, I could tell, rock hard at the thought of being inside his wife's well fucked pussy. 'Did you enjoy it?' He asked. 'Did you like being fucked by another man?' 'It was divine.' I answered. 'His cock is really big and it was really hard, just like yours is now.' 'Did you like me watching?' he asked, beginning to thrust faster into me. 'I loved it. Could you see it all?' 'I could see everything.' He whispered, his thrusts becoming more forceful, making squelching noises inside my soaking passage. 'I could see your hole stretched wide around him, and his cock gleaming wet with your juices when it went in and out.' 'And now your cock is where his was, getting covered in his cum.' He groaned at the thought and thrust hard inside me, his cock convulsing as he pushed it home and shot his load in with Sam's. The sensation did it for me too, and I came, my pussy spasming around his cock, my hands gripping my husband as tightly as I had my appointed lover just that short time before. Wave after wave of sensations ran through me and I cried and gasped every time, loving my second orgasm of the session, each one down to a different man. Several times Derek pulled back, groaned, and thrust in again, each time spraying his own cream into me, and then he too gasped and collapsed on me, panting for breath and trembling with exhausted excitement. 'That was bloody fantastic.' He gasped after a minute or so. 'I've never had a woman who's just been fucked before.' Given He lay on top of me for what seemed like ages, his cock softening and slipping from me just as Sam's had, until eventually he raised himself on his elbows and looked into my eyes. 'I loved seeing you get fucked.' 'Did you darling?' I asked. 'Would you like to see it again?' 'I'd love to, anytime we can make it happen.' 'Then you can give me to anyone you like, anytime you like. I'll do anything with anybody.' I said it because I meant it. Having Derek watch me with Sam had been the biggest thrill of my life and I was pretty sure it had been Derek's too. Maybe Sam would call again next week. I'd forgotten all about him while Derek and I were fucking, and now I looked around to ask him if he would come back and do it again, but his clothes were gone and so was he. He must have dressed quietly and left while we were busy, and I'd never heard a thing. 'Sam's gone!' I exclaimed. 'Yes, that's what we arranged.' Derek smiled. 'We both figured it would be less awkward if he went while I was taking my turn.' He rolled to one side and gazed down at me. 'Anyway, if we do do it again, I think I'd like it to be a different man each time, wouldn't you?'