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On...Off

By: EZ_CUM_EZ_GO



As an avid reader myself of "first time" experiences and the like, I most often read those types of stories as I find them erotically entertaining. As I travel a bit during the course of my business affairs, I tend to print out a few stories in order to have something to read while I'm on the plane, or just sitting around inside my hotel room. After checking in on one particular short trip, I was doing just that, finishing one story I had started reading on the flight in. I'd gotten rather caught up in reading it as it was one that was very similar to my own growing up, silly girlish games perhaps back then. But even now in reading and remembering back, I was growing very wet between the legs.

Having arrived a day early, I had pretty much a free day ahead of me and had decided to go out and sit by the pool. Intending to soak up some sun, and read another story or two perhaps. I knew then I'd spend the evening in my room ordering room service, sneaking a peek at the adult fare on TV, and no doubt enjoy a nice long soothing finger-fuck before going to sleep.

I was sitting in one of the lounge chairs reading, enjoying a nice little white wine, and getting thoroughly worked up (albeit secretly) when a familiar voice spoke surprising the hell out of me when I heard it. Shielding my eyes with my hand from the sun as I glanced up, even then it was difficult to see who it was that was standing there in front of me, even though the sound of her voice sounded all too familiar.

"Oh my god! Is that you? Debra Jackson?" The woman asked.

Admittedly I was a bit embarrassed and at a loss for words. She obviously knew me, though from where and when I couldn't remember. But the way she had said it, she was something far more than a client or customer I'd once met. This sounded far more friendly, and I still hadn't been able to get as clear a look at her as she had of me.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, blushing and embarrassed that I had no clue as to who she was. Hearing her laugh the way she did, put the familiarity of her on the tip of my tongue, though I still struggled with it. And the fact that her face was still hidden from me in the bright sunlight didn't help either.

"Christine Davies," she said introducing herself, though even that name didn't ring any bells. "Though that is my married name now," she added. "Still don't remember me do you?" She laughed once again, that laugh haunting, teasing my memories as I struggled in vain to remember who she was. "Let me give you a hint, and then see if you can remember," she told me giggling. "How about...Light Switch?"

The moment she said that, it all came flooding back to me, eons ago now since I had last seen her it seemed like. She'd been (well nearly anyway) my best friend growing up next door since we were toddlers, until she had turned fifteen or maybe sixteen perhaps, and her parents had then moved away. We'd communicated for a while after that, but eventually time and our own busy personal lives had interfered. I'd never seen or spoken to her again, which meant it had been nearly thirty years since I'd seen her last.

"Oh my God! Christy!" I said shortening her name to the one I'd always known and called her by. "Christy Stevens!"

"Or C.S," as you used to call me," she said reminding me. A name I had given her secretly, privately. Her initials obviously, but not the meaning. It had stood for "Cum Slut," as I'd teasingly, yet affectionately called her. Hers for me had been "Dick Jerk" for D.J., a nickname that had stuck with me the rest of my life. Though most of my friends called me either D.J. or simply "Dee" as opposed to Debra after that. But she had come up with that name for me, as I'd snuck her into my bedroom once where she had hidden in the closet and watched me as I'd jerked off one of my brother's friends one day after school, a past time I'd come to enjoy doing given the opportunity. And one that not only Mike, but eventually Pat, Eddie, and another boy who's name I no longer remembered, would very often be treated to my world-class hand jobs, though at the time, it was all I would do. C.S. was too timid, too shy at the time to join me in doing that, but she'd found it arousing and stimulating to watch. She loved seeing the boys squirt, shooting off their hot sticky wads into the air, which again I rather enjoyed seeing myself. Seeing this, or just having me tell her about it, never failed to make her horny. But it was nicknames that we secretly had for one another ever after that, though we of course were the only ones who ever knew what they really meant.

I couldn't count the number of times we'd slept over at one another' houses, laying side by side in bed, masturbating while I told her about my latest after school hand-job session. Going into very vivid, explicit details about which boys prick shot the most goo, or which one shot it the highest. That had eventually led to my convincing her to hide out in the closet and watch me actually do it. Which she'd done...masturbating herself the entire time. And that of course, had then led to the silly game we'd begun playing afterwards, which we'd called "Light Switch." Though we had actually used that term for touching one another long before then, though only later making a real game out of doing it. In time, even that name was shortened to an even simpler, more private expression. Something we then called, "On...Off."

All this of course was now racing through my mind as I sat up, standing up, and quickly embraced her. "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised to have run into her here in Phoenix of all places.

"I'm actually here visiting my sister," she told me. "Staying at the hotel as opposed to staying with her, helping out," she added. "My sick-assed brother is in rehab again, so I came down to stay with her for a few days, lend a hand. But no room at the Inn so to speak, too many kids and not enough bedrooms. Anyway, am due to fly out day after tomorrow, been a week from hell, and I thought well enough in advance to give myself an extra day to rest and relax before flying out again. I was just heading up to my room to see if there was anything good on TV tonight, and then order in room service."

I laughed at that. "Same here," I told her, though I didn't mention I was planning on checking out the more adult programming on TV, wondering if that was something she was still into herself though I didn't dare ask her that.

"Well, how about we order in room service together then and catch up on one another's lives?" She suggested. "Unless of course, you'd rather eat out."

I knew what she really meant of course, though I felt my cheeks suddenly burning at having heard her say that. 

"That sounds wonderful," I said answering the unasked question, as well as the asked one, wondering if she'd take it that way to either one. "I'd definitely prefer staying in the rooms," I answered "rather than have to get dressed," I added teasingly letting my own subtle meaning hang there as she thought about it. It had been a long time since we'd done that, hell...since we'd moved on from playing "On...Off," to the one and only time we had actually gone down on one another just before she'd left. 

I couldn't help but notice that her face had turned a little crimson too as we suddenly held hands and walked back through the lobby area towards the elevators. Wondering if she...like me, was remembering that last incredible weekend we had spent together before she had up and moved away with her parents.

"Floor?"

"Sixth," I told her, seeing the surprise in her eyes. "What?"

She laughed. "Mine too. Must be fate," she grinned suddenly hugging me there inside the elevator, the press of her full breasts against my own through our swim suits feeling heavenly as we stood there. It was a delight to see the surprised, somewhat astonished looks on the faces of the young couple just getting on as the doors opened to let us off. We were still hugging, embracing one another there in our swimsuits, as we finally broke apart letting them on as we slid by getting off.

"On...off!" She laughed as we did that meaning something else entirely of course, to which I laughed, confusing the young couple even more. "You had to be there," she said by way of explanation, not explaining anything though smiling at them and receiving back a still confused smile just as the doors closed. "Love to be a fly on that wall as they head down," she told me still grinning.

It was here however that we discovered she was at the opposite end of the hall from my room. "Well, yours or mine?" she asked.

"How about yours...we did my place last time," I said alluding to a previous time so long ago, but she smiled at that when I said it.

"Room 631," she then said letting me know where she was. "I'll leave the door propped open for you, just come in."

I headed down the hallway in the opposite direction, reaching my own room moments later. I hurriedly changed out of my swim suit into a lightweight form fitting top, though not bothering with a bra, though I did put on a fresh thong and matching shorts to go with it. I grabbed the bottle of wine I had purchased and was saving for later, and then headed down the hallway towards her room. The whole thing had taken me less than ten minutes before I arrived. Sure enough, the door to her room had been propped open for me as I entered. I even startled her a little upon entering. Chris was just then emerging from her bathroom, all she had on was a brief pair of light blue bikini panties and nothing else, she was still in the process of pinning up her hair as she walked out.

"Don't!" I said, which is when I startled her. "I like the way you look with it down."

"Fuck!" She actually exclaimed jumping when I said that, not even bothering to hide the fact she was half naked. "I knew you were coming, but you still scared the shit out of me," she laughed as she moved over towards the dresser in her bedroom. "Damn good thing I wasn't expecting anyone else isn't it?" She said as she rummaged through her dresser looking for a tee shirt to thrown on. Once again, I stopped her.

"It would feel like old times, if you just stayed the way you are," I said looking at her, admiring her body, which to me hadn't changed all that much in all these years. Not quite as toned, or as skinny perhaps as she'd once been, and her breasts certainly a little fuller, not quite as perky as they'd once been either. But nevertheless, just as beautiful and alluring as I stood there looking over towards her.

She stood there unmoving, thinking perhaps, and then closed the drawer on the dresser. "Oh hell, why not? It would feel like old times again wouldn't it?" She asked. "Provided of course...you're going to join me."

I walked over handing her the wine, and immediately pulled my own tee shirt up and over my head. Now we were both standing there bare breasted in front of one another, much as we always were back then whenever we'd slept over. About the only time we'd worn tops was when we'd gone downstairs for breakfast in the morning, though even that Chris's mother had frowned at, chastising us at times for having done so. Her younger brother's taking notice of it, and sometimes teasing us because of it, "Your headlights are on!" One had said, bringing an end to that as we were then required to wear a bra after that and not just our tee shirts before we came down. That was possibly the reason we spent more time sleeping over at my house as we didn't have the same problems there at all. Though my sister occasionally joined us in our late night discussions, Chris wasn't as comfortable being around her for some reason, as she was with me. Which I would only find out the reason as to why that was, later on that same evening.

I soon after poured us a glass of wine and then sat down in one of the chairs facing her as she continued to stand leaning against the dresser sipping her own wine. It was hard not staring at her tits, though I noticed she had the same problem in not staring at mine too, which sent an all too familiar little chill running up and down my spine not to mention between my legs after all these years.

"So tell me what you've been up to, what you did...where you went after you guys moved away," I asked. I paused expecting her to answer, but her eyes told me she was elsewhere at the moment. "Chris? C.S.!" I said a bit louder bringing her back to the present.

"What? Oh, sorry...I was sort of lost in thought there for a moment," she said blushing furiously, once again taking a sip of her wine.

"Yeah, me too," I said standing up, though putting my own wine glass down on the table next to me. I walked over towards her as she looked at me curiously, especially when I didn't stop, but suddenly embraced her. But I didn't let it go there either. With nothing more than her thin bikini panties to act as a deterrent, I easily slid my hand down the waistband as I reached her, my finger diving headfirst into her already wet slit, finding her sweet spot. She moaned deeply when I did that.

"Oh God, DJ!" She said simply.

"On...off. On...off," I said as I nuzzled her neck whispering into her ear. My fingertip flicking her little button like a light-switch, just the way we'd once played and said it as girls together. "On...off, On..." I said drawing the next teasing touch out, before flicking her clit once again. "Off," I purred touching it, flicking it downwards this time.

"God I've missed your doing that," she told me. "Dee, you have NO idea how many times over the years I've thought back on those times, especially that last weekend we had together."

"Yeah, me too," I admittedly freely. "Which begs the question, how come you never stayed in touch with me after you got married?" I asked.

"Long story DJ," she said. "And not for the telling now. Suffice it to say, he was controlling and abusive, and I lived with that for over ten years before suddenly just walking out one day, leaving everything I had behind when I did. By then, you had moved away yourself, and I had no way of getting a hold of you, and since you had obviously gotten married, and settled down as well. The last thing you needed was a needy childhood friend come knocking on your door. What we had as kids was amazing, and something I knew I'd always cherish and remember. But I didn't figure that you'd still be carrying around with you the same memories and thoughts about it I did, and obviously still do."

I flicked her clit again. "On...off."

"Fuck that DJ', get over here and eat me!"

**

Before we did that however, we did get naked and crawled into her bed, laying side by side just as we once did gently toying with and fingering one another's hard erect nipples.

"Remember the first time we ever played that game?" She asked.

I did, just like it was yesterday. And it had started out so innocently too, quite unexpected as together we looked back remembering.

"God we were young then," I told her admiring the mature womanly nipple I now teased, though seeing it as the young, somewhat puffy bud it was just then becoming when I first touched it.

"Yeah, we were. I remember coming over to your house that night to spend the night, it had been a while as I recall since we had. Something to do with us both being grounded, and unable to do that for some reason. But the moment we could, we did of course. And that's when you first saw me totally naked when we decided to slip into our pajamas prior to going to bed.

"Yeah...you had just started to get pussy hair, well at least real hair as opposed to my own fluff as you called it."

Chris laughed once again remembering, giving my nipple an almost mean tweak as she did that. "Yeah, and then having caught a glimpse of it, you wanted to see it closer, but then I wouldn't let you, as I was sort of embarrassed about it. Hell, you were the one with real tits, at least bigger than mine were already, and I was the one that was supposedly going through puberty, though I guess in hindsight, we both were. Just a little differently than one another is all."

I slid my hand down between Chris's legs, letting my finger gently, lightly probe her there, recalling.

"When you finally did let me have a look, I remember trembling. I don't know why that was, but I think I felt for the very first time really, true arousal and excitement. Obviously we were both very much aware that even the innocent way we were doing this could have, and would have been seen as something else. But at the time at least, it was pure honest curiosity that we had about one another, growing up, and the changes we were both seeing."

"Yeah, but it was about that time you said my pussy reminded you of a light switch, which is when you jokingly flicked my clit, calling out "On", and then flicking it again, saying "off!" To this day I still remember that, and how good it felt...but mostly how wickedly erotic it was too. And I wanted you to keep doing it, even though I hadn't as yet even experienced an orgasm, or had any idea really what that even was! Unfortunately, you stopped doing that shortly afterwards, though you did lie there just looking at me, talking about the way my pussy looked. God Dee, even that turned me on as I recall."

"Yeah, me too. After we had done that was when we soon after crawled into bed together side by side, turning the lights off. I think both of us were so excited at that point, that neither one of us was about to get any sleep either. Though I didn't know it at the time, I'd been masturbating myself for a little while by then, thinking that if I had been you most likely had been doing so too. Obviously though, you hadn't been, so if it hadn't been for me playing on and off with your clit, we might not have ended up doing what we soon after did."

Chris laughed as my fingers continued to lightly graze her very slick, very wet pussy. "Yeah, I remember laying there next to you in the darkness. And I could sense movement, though at the time I wasn't sure what it was you were doing. But then, I heard the sound of your breath coming faster and faster, and then suddenly you holding it, muffling what was damn near a scream. I'll be honest with you DJ, you scared the hell out of me! I thought at first you were having some sort of a seizure!"

"Well, I was...but it was the good kind of seizure!" I remarked now slipping two fingers deeply inside her sopping wet pussy though I continued to slow-finger fuck her while talking to her.

"What the hell are you doing?" I remember asking you. "Which is when you told me you'd just gotten yourself off. And then I asked you what you meant by that of course, which is when we then got into the subject of actually masturbating. You were shocked that I didn't have any clue whatsoever as to what that meant...or even was!"

"I remember, and that was your first ever orgasm too wasn't it?"

"My first of many with you," she sighed contentedly, though I think my fingers were having something to do with that at the moment as I continued to slide them in and out of her as we lay there.

"I remember reaching over, gently resting my hand on your upper thigh, slowly caressing you there. And then, feeling you reaching over, placing your hand on mine, doing the same thing."

I felt Chris suddenly doing just that, simply resting her hand on me as I rolled over more onto my back. In doing that, my wet sticky fingers slipped out of her cunt, but it now felt far more appropriate to simply rest my hand on her thigh, just as she was now doing to mine.

"God, I wanted to touch you in the worst way, afraid to some extent, yet exhilarated when I did, moving my hand over between your legs, feeling you actually spreading them for me there in the darkness. I remember the sense of touching you, your "fluff" as I called it, tickling the palm of my hand as I cupped your mound. And then...your hand doing the exact same thing to me. I think we did that for an eternity it seemed like, neither one of us even attempting to do more than that, though as I recall, we were both doing a bit of pussy-cupping, pressing our hands against one another."


On...Off



"Yeah, until we grew tired of that, which is when you then told me you wanted to touch my Light Switch!"

As though on cue, Chris and I had both been cupping one another's far more mature womanly mounds at this point, just as we had done as girls together. But the moment she brought up the term of Light Switch once again, I felt the tip of her finger probe, easily locating my very hard erect little clit.

"I think I almost came just in touching you," she moaned reminding me of that moment so long ago now. "Though I'm sure that had a lot to do with your finger touching mine too moments later," she giggled appreciatively, as I began doing just that. "But what I remember the most was that very first orgasm. My toes started tingling, along with my nipples. I felt light-headed, dizzy, sensations I'd never felt before all at once anyway. And then it happened. I came."

"You came!" I agreed, laughing with her as she did. My finger now stroking her clit in much the same way I had done back then.

"Boy did I, and admittedly, it scared me at first. I mean it felt good, fuck...it felt damn good, but I had no real idea what was happening to me. And I laughed, and laughed, and laughed."

Now we both were. "And that was when your mom suddenly came into the room, remember?"

"How could I forget? Suddenly the lights come on, mom standing in the doorway staring down at us. Thank god we were beneath the covers, though we still had our hands down between one another's legs, remember that?"

"I remember your mother telling us to be quiet and to quit horsing around," she called it. "And I also remember her glaring at me not only then, but the following morning too. I think she suspected what it was we'd been doing."

"Oh yeah, she did. She asked me later even, if you and I had been "experimenting," as she put it. That was one of the few "sex-talks" we ever really had. Which surprised me, as she had then shared with me that she had once done something similar with a close friend of hers, but that it was normal to do so, but that we'd also grow up and eventually grow out of doing that." Chris rolled over facing me, her fingers now slipping deeply inside my extremely wet cunt. "Only thing was...I never did. All I ever wanted to do was play with your Light Switch whenever I could. As often as I could."

"Well that, and watch guys squirt," I jokingly reminded her.

"Well yeah...that too," she giggled. "Which I still enjoy seeing by the way," she then added. "But point being...as much as I did enjoy that, and do enjoy getting a nice hard fuck now and then, though even that's been a while..." she paused. "It was being with you, touching you, and having you touch me, that aroused and excited me the most."

"You know what excited me the most?" I said now inching slowly down between Chris's legs. 

"I have a pretty good idea, but why don't you tell me?"

"Even before that last weekend together, before we ever really purposely ate one another out to full-blown orgasms, remember a few months before that, at my place?"

I noticed then another "tell" in Chris's eyes. She was certainly remembering that night, but she was remembering something else too, something she obviously hadn't told me about. Rather than press it however, I decided to keep reminiscing. Whatever it was she was keeping from me, I figured might actually come out in the due course of things.

"Oh yeah, I remember that vividly," she relaxed saying. "God where we ever naughty! And as naughty feeling as that was, had anyone walked in on us then, I'd have died of embarrassment! I honestly believe it would have been better for your dad to have walked in and saw us just licking one another, I could have suffered through that much more easily. And I don't even know why we'd started doing what we were doing, all I know is, it felt wickedly fun, naughty...dirty, and I was loving every minute of it!" 

"Yeah, me too," I said smiling seeing it as though it was yesterday. "But I remember why we did, and how that all started," I said recalling it. "I remember we had gotten out of school way earlier than usual for some reason. And because of that, we decided to head over to my house in the hopes of messing around a little, especially as my parents both worked and wouldn't be home then. The only problem for us was, that my sister might be there, along with my older brother. So as I recall, we slipped in the back way, heading quietly upstairs to my bedroom in the hopes that we wouldn't be heard coming in."

Chris laughed, remembering. "Which is when we snuck down the hall towards your bedroom, walking past the bathroom there, which we both realized that the door wasn't closed all the way, and that someone was in there."

"My brother," I finished for her. "Which at first we both thought was a bummer, as he might hear us and then make a nuisance of himself afterwards, especially as he had a crush on you at the time...BIG time!"

"Not just on me DJ," as she then wickedly reminded me. "Though neither one of us really knew that at the time did we?"

"Not until after that," I freely admitted. "But hadn't it been for you actually going over to the door and peeking in, we wouldn't have seen what we saw either, nor would that have eventually led to what happened after that."

"That was something I'd never considered or ever thought about until then either," she reminded herself. "At first, I couldn't understand what I was seeing, until he turned slightly, and then it dawned on me...he was using your discarded dirty panties to jerk himself off with!"

"And then after he did...we waited quietly in my bedroom for Robbie to leave, which he eventually did of course. After which, we ran down to the bathroom, retrieved my panties from the dirty clothes hamper, and then ran back into my bedroom with them. Which is when we discovered of course, all his spunk still clinging to the crotch."

"First time I ever touched a boys cum," she again told me. "I mean, after all this time, seeing it squirt so often while I sat secretly watching you jerk your brother's friends off, or watching your dad's porn on those old 8mm movies he used to have. That was one thing, but I'd never before until that time ever actually touched any before. It was interesting, kinky I guess as I look back on it now. But it had the impact of making me feel even hornier for some reason that we'd seen your brother actually squirt off in your panties, and there we now were, looking at it, smelling it."

"Yeah, and then using it," she reminded me.

"Fuck that was hot," Chris said moaning deeply as I held her clit between my fingers now, working it up and down as though jacking her off.

"I remember," she chuffed, trying to catch her breath, her voice shaking as I continued manipulating her clit, though a bit more softly now. "Sitting there in your bed, facing one another, your cum filled panties lying between us. And then you, taking some of it on the tip of your finger, spreading it around my nipples, god that was hot!"

"Yes it was," I purred back. "And you doing the same to mine, taking my own brother's cum, smearing it around my nipples, and then each of us sitting there teasing one another while using it."

"And then...to our clits," she added breathlessly now. "Though I suppose, had we thought about it at the time, which we obviously didn't, we might not have done that. Not sure it would have been possible for either one of us to get pregnant in doing that, but I suppose it could have happened!"

"Well, not for me at least, though I didn't know it at the time...that I'd never be able to have children, but you certainly could have!"

"Back then yes...not now. My Ex didn't want to have any kids, so he made me get fixed...permanently. So...here we are, neither one of us has children, go figure."

"I'm sorry Chris," I told her, still not knowing the entire story. 

"Don't be, that past is the past. The past I'm having fun with now, is the one we had. So...let's get back to that shall we?"

"What happened between you and my sister?" I suddenly asked, blurting out the question before realizing that maybe now wasn't such a very good time after all.

She actually looked a little shocked, certainly surprised. "You knew?"

"No, I didn't. Not until just now," I informed her. "But I could tell by the way you were acting earlier, what you said...that something might have. So, what did happen Chris? And don't worry, it's certainly not anything that's going to destroy or disrupt what we're doing now. In fact...later on, there's probably a few things I should tell you about Joyce, most of which I think might surprise even you!"

"Well, what happened actually occurred a short time after we sat there doing what we were. Though the real consequences didn't really develop until a couple of days later, but the wheels had been put into motion, even though I didn't realize it at the time. While we were sitting there on your bed, fingering one another, using your brother's cum to do that with? Tease one another? I saw the door to your bedroom open. At first, I thought that maybe it was your brother come back to spy on us. And at the time, the thought of him doing that, watching us, actually turned me on. I was afraid to say anything, alert you that he might be. Because the simple truth was...I wanted him to watch us, see what we were doing, and possibly...just possibly, that he might actually come in then, and jerk off again. Or at the very least, let me do it for the very first time. As it turned out of course, which I learned only a short time later, it was your sister, and not him."

"You know, I wondered about that. I thought I saw you look over in the direction of the door at some point, but when I looked, the door was closed."

"Yeah, you'd just missed seeing whoever it was that was looking in on us. I didn't say anything about it, like I said. Because at first, I was sort of hoping it was your brother. I did after all, have a bit of a crush on him too at the time. And the fact that I did, and that maybe...just maybe, he had seen me naked, might arouse him, enough so at least, that he might actually do something about it. Though he never really did, not while I was there anyway," she finished saying.

"So what did happen exactly?" I asked her. Though I now rolled over slightly, working my legs between Chris's, effectively placing myself between her legs, pussy to pussy, which she smiled at as I gently began rotating my pelvis against hers.

"You want the story? Or would you rather fuck me first?" She asked.

"Both. You tell me this naughty story I'm about to hear while I grind my cunt against yours, how's that sound?"

"It sounds...wickedly delicious!" She giggled, now grinding back a little.

"Go on, tell me...or I'll stop," I warned her.

"Well, after we had made one another cum, and as I recall, we had both cum pretty hard...pretty good."

"Oh yeah, we did...I do remember that!" I said grinning at her, though trying to make her feel more at ease as I said that. Whatever she was about to tell me, she'd been harboring secretly for years now.

"Well, after we did...after we both did, you sort of dozed off. I remember having to pee, so I got up and crept through your bedroom. At first, I thought about putting something on, but then I actually dared myself to sneak down the hall to the bathroom. Now remember, in my mind, I was still wondering, thinking that maybe it was your brother who had spied on us, and that he might...just might be lurking somewhere about even then. And again, the thought of him doing so...seeing me naked was still fresh on my mind as I did that. However, I managed to reach the bathroom and stepped in without seeing anyone, or being seen. And then, just as I sat down to actually pee, the door opened. Only it wasn't your brother who was standing there, but your sister, Joyce!"

"That sounds like her...though more now as opposed to then," I offered smiling. "Go on, what happened then?"

"So, like I said, she comes into the bathroom, remember, there weren't any locks on the bathroom door as I recall, though to be honest, I'm not sure I would have even locked it had thereof been. I was still sort of hoping your brother would confront me, but as it turned out, it was your sister instead. She too was naked, which took me off guard and by surprise."

"I can imagine," I said slowly grinding myself against her, enjoying the sensation as she quit talking for a moment, grinding back. "Go on..." I pressed, once again stopping, waiting for her to continue.

"Anyway, so that's when she tells me it was her who had peaked in on us and saw what we were doing. And then threatened of course...to tell not only your parents, but mine...unless."

I shook my head, wanting to laugh, because it was sort of funny now. Back then had I known, I was more apt to have killed her for doing that. "So what exactly did she force you to do?"

"I let her lick me," she said as though it had just happened moments ago. "God DJ, even after all these years now, I still feel guilty for having let her do that. I mean...she did it before even you did! And I've felt guilty about it ever since, even after all this time!"

I did laugh now, though I spoke. "And after all this time, my sister's on my shit-list! Just wait until I tell her about this, she's gonna owe me for this one!" I said easing Chris's conscience. 

"You're not mad? Not angry with me?"

"Good god girl...how many years ago was that now?" I asked. "No I'm not angry...with you anyway. And not really angry at my sister for it either, though she's still going to have to make it up to me in a big way, especially after all this time, keeping it a secret from me. But no...I'm most certainly not. If anything...hearing about it now, well...it's sort of horny you know? So tell me...what happened next? Tell me everything, and don't hold a single thing out either. I want to know all the naughty, juicy, dirty details!"

Chris was laughing now, obviously relieved, though after so many years, I found it somewhat surprising that she still felt guilt over having done that.

"You're sure?"

I squeezed her tit. 

"Ouch!"

"Don't tease me, tell me everything, or I'll pull your nipple off."

"Promises, promises!" She said as her hands now affectionately began pulling on mine as well. I began grinding against her again, our cunts slick now with our juices, the moisture and heat from both of us beginning to actually leak out.

"Tell me Chris, you're making me crazy!" I informed her, as she nearly was.

"Ok, ok. So, after that...after she came in and threatened to expose us, that's when I asked her what it would take for her to keep silent about it. After all, I knew if my parents, particularly my dad, as homophobic as he was then...still is in fact, had heard anything about us, that would have been the last time they'd have ever let me see you. So I wasn't about to risk, or jeopardize that, and so I pleaded with her there in the bathroom, telling her that I'd do anything she wanted me to do, just as long as she promised to never tell on us. And that...I likewise promised her. That's when she dropped down on her knees, told me to spread my legs, and then licked me. I mean god DJ, I hadn't even wiped yet!"

I laughed, I couldn't help it. That sounded just like something my sister would have done too, she was worse than I was even, though it wouldn't be until after Chris had actually left that I'd find all that out about her.

"What I didn't expect, was how good it would feel when she did that. But the minute she began licking my pussy, and then sucking my clit, I came. And I came again and again as she did that. And I felt guilty as hell for doing it. But then I knew, I needed...wanted to lick your pussy too. Badly, which we eventually did a little, though not nearly long enough, or to the extent we finally did during that last weekend we had together."

"Yeah damn," I mused remembering. "It wasn't like we didn't have plenty of opportunity to actually do it beyond the very little we did do. I mean I loved licking you, when we finally did do it, and you licking me, but we never did get one another off doing that, until that final weekend together. I know we almost got caught once while doing it...by my brother in fact, but as to why we didn't somehow find a way to do it again until then, escapes me. Anyway...what happened after that?" I asked.

"Well, naturally, I soon after licked her while she stood there in front of me. And I loved it, admittedly, once again reminding me just how badly I now wished I was sitting there licking you, which brings me to the really hard part. And as nervous as I was telling you all this, I'm still not sure how you're going to react to what it is I'm about to tell you now."

Now I actually did quit moving against her, curious...but the look in her eyes told me that she'd only begun telling me the rest of the story.

To be continued...



On One Condition



I had been dating Sandy for almost six months. We had met each other at a bar. She caught my eye, almost immediately the night we met. 

She had long black hair and dark eyes. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She was wearing a short skirt with some high heels. Her skirt showed off her legs and the heels showed off her beautifully manicured toes.

We were both the same age and as it turned out, had similar interests. She was by her own admission, quite inexperienced with sex. 

She learned pretty quickly, with my help and it wasn't long before we decided to move in together.

She told me that I was the first guy that she had ever given a blowjob to. She was nervous the first time she attempted it. But, after some practice, she got much better. I mean really, better! 

My only regret was that she never would let me finish in her mouth. She said that she had tasted semen once, and didn't like it.

All the girlfriends in my past had always sucked me until I came in their mouths. Some liked to swallow and some didn't. Who could complain? It's not like I was swallowing the stuff.

One thing Sandy really loved was to have her pussy eaten. She said I was the first to ever eat out her till she came. All the other licked her pussy once or twice and then fucked her.

That was music to my ears. Watching a girl orgasm is a glorious thing to behold. She was no exception in this matter. 

As time wore on, she got adventurous. Sandy even indulged my foot fetish. I loved sucking on her toes and she enjoyed it too. She would often stick her feet by my face when we were having sex and ask me to suck them. 

Sometimes, she would tease me and say, "I painted them for you today and wore this toe ring. You look so cute sucking my pretty feet." 

I loved this woman.

When Sandy recently got promoted at her job, she started working late. She had a new boss and he was a young, single guy. He always wanted her to work extra. Didn't he know she had a life? I was nervous about them spending so much time at the office together.

She put me at ease. She said, "All he wants is some action. I would never allow that. That's what I have you for."

For the last week, she seemed a little distant. She would come home from work and shower immediately. Then go straight to bed. She was always too tired for sex. 

He was working her too hard, but she said she enjoyed it. She said, "He had her on a new project and it was huge."

It was Friday and she was working late, again. So I called up two couples that we knew. I asked them to come over and hang out until Sandy got home.

Maybe the company would get her in the mood. I missed tasting her sweet pie.

Steve and his girlfriend Paula came by at seven. When Amanda and Mike arrived at seven thirty, we all started drinking pretty heavily. By eleven, Amanda suggested that we play a game.

I said, "That's no fair, Sandy isn't home yet." I still had no idea what game they wanted to play. Amanda suggested we play Truth or Dare.

I thought if the girl's ended up showing some skin, it would be worth it. They were both gorgeous. Everyone else looked a little unsure at first. It's amazing what alcohol does for your courage. After a few more drinks, I agreed, as did everyone else.

The rules were that, anything went. If you didn't want to play, you would have to leave the room. Amanda went first. Mike asked her if she ever liked anyone romantically, that was in the room right now. She blushed as did Paula. She decided to take the dare instead. So her boyfriend Mike, told her to kiss Paula.

She didn't hesitate. Apparently he knew the girls had fooled around with each other.

As they were kissing, I was squirming in my seat. Someone yelled, "Time." The guys all took a deep breath. 

The girls were ready to get even. When it was Amanda's turn to give a dare to Mike, she told him to eat her pussy.

Mike said, "You don't need to dare me to do that!"

Away they went into my bedroom. I was jealous. I would have eaten her pussy all night if given the chance. 

We heard her moaning and yelling. He must have been doing a pretty good job. Soon they both came back out, to a rousing ovation. 

Next it was Mike's turn. Mike dared Steve to eat Paula's pussy. It was met by him with similar enthusiasm. 

I was sitting there wondering what I would have to do. The girls were having all the fun, so far.

Just then, Sandy walked in the door. She said, "Hello everyone. What are you playing?"

Paula said, "We have been playing Truth or Dare and the girls are winning. Every guy has eaten his girl to a climax so far, except your poor guy has had to wait for you."

She pointed at me and said, "Awe, he looks hungry, why don't you feed him?"

Paula looked at me again and said, "I dare you to take Sandy in the bedroom and eat her out, right now."

I was game but Sandy looked shocked. Sandy tried to make excuses as to, why not.

The others started frustrated with her and so was I. They all said that they would leave and never talk to her again. 

So Sandy said, "Okay, but only if I can shower first. I worked my ass off today and feel really dirty."

The guys jumped, when they heard that. They said that this was a dare and they wanted me to eat her pussy right now. Especially after a hard day's work. 

I wasn't so sure I wanted to eat it now. By the looks on everyone's face, including Sandy's, she must smell pretty rank down there.

Well, she finally agreed and took me in the bedroom. She whispered to me, "I'll fake it and then go take a shower. We'll do it for real later, okay? I'm not fresh."

Then we heard Steve yell, "Don't try to fake it. Paula's going to smell his face, after."

I took Sandy by the face and kissed her. I tried to relax her and told her that I couldn't wait to taste her. 

So I laid her back on the bed and undressed her. When I finally went to remove her panties, I saw that she had a wet spot on her crotch. 

She said, "Please turn off the light?"

I obliged and slid her panties over her feet. I slid my face between her legs and went right to her crotch. 

I had always eaten her pussy after she had showered. I was very anxious about this. 

She definitely had a different smell. She smelled like a mix between perfume, sweat, and something bleachy. I didn't know what it was but she didn't smelled quite pleasant. 

I slid my tongue inside her and she moaned. The first thing I noticed was how wet she was. She was much wetter than usual. Her juices started to run into my mouth.

She must have really gotten excited from all the talk. 

Her juices were much thicker than usual. Sandy asked me if she tasted all right. 

I told her, "Strangely different, but delicious." 

She seemed to relax when I said that and started enjoying herself. She began grinding her pussy on my face and offer encouragement.

She screamed, "Eat all that nasty cum in me and suck it out of my pussy. I'm going to make you eat me after work, from now on. Now make me cum!"

What cum was she talking about? She hadn't cum yet and why was it nasty? I worked her clit until she was ready. When she started to cum, she pushed my mouth back to her opening.

Cum gushed into my mouth, like never before. It was almost like she was ejaculating. It was so sweet, yet thick and hot. Not like her usual cream. 

She held my head in place, like it was in a vise. This was wild. 

When she was done, she said, "That was awesome."

She left to take her shower and me to say good bye for her.

I had never seen her cum with such quantity or intensity before. Best of all, she tasted delicious. 

I was thinking about this, when I opened the bedroom door. I was greeted with a cheer.

Paula came over and smelled my face. She had a funny look on her face. She told every body that I went through with it and even fucked her, too.

Why would she think that? I wished I had screwed her. My balls were aching for relief.

I said good night. All the guys said they had to leave. I knew they were all horny and anxious to get some pussy. 

So far, only the girls got off tonight, but that was about to change.

After they left, I waited for Sandy to finish her shower. That's when I heard a knock at the door. 

It was Paula. I thought she had forgotten her purse or something.

She said, "When I smelled your face, it smelled like semen. You guys are really kinky. Steve eats me after sex, too. 

I thought he was the only one who liked that. It drives me wild when he does it. I just thought you should know. Good night and sweet dreams."

I closed the door and figured she was drunk. I could never mention to Steve that his girl just told me that he likes to eat his own cum. The only thing worse than that, would be eating someone else's spunk.

I returned to Sandy. She was already asleep. So, I slid into bed and let her sleep. I thought that Sandy had really opened up tonight. Maybe, she'll open up a little more tomorrow. Like her legs for me.

The next night, Sandy insisted on me eating her as soon as she got home from work. Luckily, she didn't work late that day. She lay back on the bed and pulled off her panties.

I dove in expecting more of the same. I was greeted with an entirely different smell. Tonight she smelled and tasted like sweat.

She asked me, "How do I taste? Do you like how I smell? 

I knew that I'd better lie and say it was great if I wanted to get laid. "You smell beautiful", I told her.

She laughed and said, "You'd say anything to get laid. I know I stink. 

I told her, "I loved what ever you did last night. You were so juicy and sweet." 

She looked at me strangely and asked, "You weren't put off by the way I tasted?"

I told her that I wish she tasted like that every night. I loved her secret ingredient.

She looked at me and said, "I'll make sure that I'm juicy for you every night. Now, do you want me to shower tonight?"

Before I could answer, she said, "Never mind, I'm enjoying this" and pushed my face back into her stinky pussy. She was laughing. I wasn't sure why, but I still made sure she came three times that night.

Her boss made her work late the next night. When she came in, she announced, "Dinner is served!" 

She flopped on the bed and pulled off her panties. She had always been reserved, but lately this was changing.

I noticed that her pussy was red and puffy. She was really turned on. She was also all shiny and wet around her pussy lips and thighs.

As soon as I tasted her, I knew she was going to be as sweet as the other night. 

Her pussy trickled out a river of juice from the inside. I couldn't believe she was so excited. As I lapped it up, she became very vocal. 

"Is it better tonight? I made sure to make it extra sweet tonight. I promise to make it sweet for you all the time. I'm so glad you like it because it feels so good. Please suck my dirty pussy. Clean it with your tongue. Suck out all that cum!"

She mentioned cum again. She must mean juices. I don't know how she makes herself taste so good and she won't tell me either. She says she gets as much pleasure making it sweet, as I do by sucking on her.

When she finally came, the juices were really hot and thick. It seemed to burn my mouth and tingle. I kidded her that her cum was just as hot and as thick as mine. 

She laughed and said, "I bet it tastes the same, too. I'll bet you a blowjob. But, if I let you cum in my mouth, you have to swallow it. If you can't, there'll be no sex for a week for you but I still get your tongue. Is it a bet?"

I was so horny, I agreed. 

She swallowed my prick as if to prove a point. In no time I was past the point of no return. She sucked with long, deliberate strokes. Her tongue was working magic. I wondered where she learned this new technique.

As I started to cum, she massaged my balls to help them unleash their massive load. I hadn't cum in a long time.

When I finished cumming, she stood up and pressed her lips to mine. I was apprehensive. I had never tasted any semen before. 

She opened her mouth and passed all the cum into mine. It was a mouthful and then some. I noticed it tasted just the way Sandy's pussy did, on the nights she worked late. 

She was right, we did taste the same. I couldn't understand why? She pulled back from our kiss and watched as I swallowed.

The thick, salty- sweet fluid slid down my throat. I thought to myself that, this wasn't really so bad. The fact that I was swallowing what was in my balls just moments ago didn't bother me because it was turning her on. 

I remembered when Paula told me about Steve. How he would eat her after they had sex. I asked Sandy if we could try that too. She laughed and said, "Of course, on one condition."

I said, "What condition?"

She replied, "I might have to start working late even more to keep you happy. So, no complaining. To make it up to you, why don't you meet me at my office tomorrow for a box lunch? I'll make the box extra sweet for you before you arrive."

I knew I would be eating well for lunch and dinner tomorrow.



On Open Marriage and Swinging



There has been a lot of interesting discussion in the Feedback section of Literotica over the past week regarding swinging and open marriages, thanks in part to a story posted by the author "milfwife", titled An Open Marriage. Rather than add another lengthy comment to that story, I figured I would pen this essay, so that I can share my thoughts with a wider audience.

My goal here isn't to convince you that swinging is "normal", or that open marriage is superior to traditional marriage. My goal is simply to clear up some popular misconceptions, shine a little light on this topic, and perhaps allow some of the more judgmental Literotica readers to gain an understanding of why so many people are involved in non-monogamous relationships.

I'll address the specific questions and comments I have read on this topic during the past week:

"Swinging is cheating."

My definition of "cheating" is doing something without your spouse's knowledge that you know would hurt him or her emotionally. It doesn't even have to be something sexual in nature. If you are doing something you would not tell your spouse about, you are cheating. Period.

Given that broad definition, it is more than likely that we are all cheaters. Obviously, there are varying degrees of "cheating." If I sneak in a few holes of golf when I'm supposed to be out running errands for the family, that form of cheating is obviously less egregious than if I'm fucking another woman behind my wife's back.

But even by that very broad definition of cheating, swinging and open marriages cannot possibly be considered "cheating" because it is done with the full knowledge, consent and approval of both partners.

"Open marriages are doomed to fail, and often end in divorce."

I see this comment made constantly in the comments section, but always without any empirical evidence to back it up. A few different people made this comment on milfwife's story, and cited anecdotal evidence of people they know who were divorced after being involved in some sort of swapping or sharing situation. This is what is called a "self-selecting sample." If the only swingers you know are the ones you meet in divorce court or at a couple's counseling session, then you're not getting an accurate picture of the much larger "community."

I did a Google search on the topic, and found only one study by Bergstrand and Williams from Bellarmine University, in 2000. They interviewed roughly 1,000 swinging couples, and found that nearly 63% of those couples stated that swinging improved their marriages/relationships, 35% responded that their relationship was neither better nor worse, and only 2% said it had worsened. And while the divorce rate is nearly 50% overall, the divorce rate for swingers was only 5%.

The top three reasons people state for why they are divorced are: lack of communication, infidelity, and conflicting attitudes about money. An open marriage won't solve that third problem, but it will absolutely negate the first two. A couple simply should not (and, for the most part, do not) enter into an open marriage without a considerable amount of communication, and absolute trust in each other. And, of course, infidelity doesn't apply to open marriages, since all of the sexual activity occurs with the full knowledge and consent of both partners.

Once you've eliminated two of the top three reasons to get a divorce, there isn't much left. Some couples will drift apart from each other whether they are monogamous or not.

"People in open marriages show a lack of commitment."

One of the anonymous commenters on milfwife's story stated that it was simply "common sense" that people in an open marriage would suffer a higher divorce rate because "the types of people who agree to have open relationships are often (but not, of course always) those for whom commitment to one person is less important than average."

The confusion displayed in this comment is due to a lack of understanding about the word "commitment." People in open marriages are 100% committed to each other, just like any other couple. In fact, it takes a much stronger commitment to each other to allow for an open marriage. You have to completely trust that your relationship will remain strong no matter what happens, and that you will always be together. Without that level of trust, there can be no open marriage.

Extra-marital sex is just that: sex. Having sex with someone else doesn't magically make you less committed or less in love with your spouse. If someone in an open marriage falls out of love with his or her spouse, then that relationship was doomed, regardless.

"But what if your wife has sex with some other guy and likes it better?"

Oftentimes, what makes sex "better" is variety. You can be the most talented lover in the world, and give your wife multiple orgasms each and every night, but there is one thing you can never give her: something different.

There is something undeniably exciting and arousing about feeling a different set of hands on your body, a different mouth, or a different technique than the one you are used to. And there are some things that spouses simply can't (or won't) do for each other. My wife, for example, has a thing for bald guys, and yet I have a full head of hair. I'm not willing to shave my head, so being with a bald man is an experience that she could never have if we had a traditional marriage.

Maybe you enjoy having anal sex or cumming in a woman's mouth or some other fetish. We all have particular kinks and turn-ons that our spouses simply can't (or won't) fulfill. Open marriages allow partners to have experiences they would never have through a monogamous relationship.

Getting back to the original question, let's say that your wife has sex with someone who is not only different, but is also more sexually talented than you. So what? Do you believe your wife would leave you for no other reason than good/better sex? Is sex the only reason you are together? If so, I would not only recommend against opening your marriage, but I would recommend against staying married!

Again, there is nothing "magical" about sex. If your wife experiences the greatest orgasm of her life with another man, it will not magically make her less attracted to you or love you any less. Sex and love are not the same.

"But what if a guy has a really huge dick, and your wife discovers she only likes really big dicks?"

I like to call this the "Magical Dick Theory." This is another one of those myths that permeate the Literoticasphere. Yes, it is true that there are some women who prefer larger-sized cocks. But you know what? Those women typically marry men with large cocks! And just because a woman enjoys a big cock doesn't mean she can't enjoy a smaller one, too. Most women that I know have claimed that having sex with a big-dicked guy can be painful.

Another widespread myth that I have seen countless times on this site is this notion that when a woman is with a man who has a large dick, her pussy is permanently stretched so that the small- or normal-sized-dicked husband can never enjoy her again. I have a simple response to this notion. Have you ever seen the size of a baby's head? Have you ever been with a woman who has had children? 'Nuff said.

"In a small Midwestern town, you can bet your ass that people in the Bible Belt would definitely frown upon a cuck/hotwife/bull relationship...If you don't think your neighbors are judging you, you're deluding yourself."

The above is an actual quote from a user named "IronDragon." A similar sentiment was posted by the user named "Black_Dragon_Princes", who wrote: "What about the guilt that goes with lying to your friends and family, who you know would disapprove of your lifestyle? Do your parents know that you and your wife are swingers? How would they react if they knew?"

There is a lot my parents don't know about my sex life. You know why? Because it's none of their business! Do you like to take it up the ass on occasion? What kind of sex toys do you own? Do you prefer missionary position or doggie style? Have you ever been tied up in bed? These questions are generally not asked or answered in polite company, and it's neither my parents' nor my friends' nor my neighbors' business what my wife and I do in the privacy of our home.

Of course, this extends beyond mere sexuality. I also wouldn't discuss my political or religious beliefs with most people. And if I'm sitting in a downtown Boston bar, I sure as hell won't reveal to the patrons that I'm a Yankees fan.

Whether or not you are in a monogamous relationship or you routinely host gangbangs for the local rugby team, it is no one's business but yours. By definition, "alternative lifestyles" are alternative for a reason. They are not considered "normal" by mainstream society. That is why, if you practice an alternative lifestyle, you generally conduct yourself in a discreet manner.

As for "shunning" people in open marriages like "lepers" (as another reader put it), this generally doesn't happen, for the simple reason that people in this lifestyle don't advertise it. I can guarantee that every person who is reading this article right now knows someone who practices an alternative lifestyle...and you will never know who they are.

Contrary to the popular perception, swingers don't all wear leisure suits and gold chains. They don't all wear their shirts half-buttoned to display their hairy chests, and their wives don't all dress like hookers when they go grocery shopping. Swingers are your friends and neighbors - maybe even your family. They are doctors, lawyers, dentists, school teachers, accountants and business managers. They are devoutly religious people and atheists, Democrats and Republicans, wealthy and middle class, blue collar and white collar. The one commonality we all seem to have, regardless of our backgrounds, is an enjoyment of good sex.

"But what about diseases?

This is another comment I see constantly on Literotica. Again, there seems to be some magical thinking involved, where if you have sex with someone outside of your marriage, you will automatically get a disease. Of course, it is a risk. So is swimming in the ocean. Life isn't worth living without taking some measure of risk.

Of course, there are ways to minimize risks, and the vast majority of people who engage in swinging and open marriages practice safe sex. Demographically speaking, people who engage in this lifestyle tend to be older, and have been in long-term monogamous relationships. As a result, the rate of STD's in the swinger "community" is lower than the national average.

"But what about jealousy?"

Jealousy is a natural and unavoidable reaction; you simply have to remember that it is an illogical reaction. I've often compared swinging with jumping from an airplane with a parachute. You know that you would most likely be safe, and yet your body still reacts as if you are in grave danger.

This is the reason why many people enjoy roller coasters and other thrill rides and "extreme" sports. That adrenaline rush reminds you that you are alive. It is that rush that people in the lifestyle get when they share their significant other.

"But it's much easier for women to find men to have sex with than it is for men. How is that fair?"

Two different people made the same comment on milfwife's story, and I found it fascinating enough to include here. The user named TornadoTys wrote: "In [an] open marriage arrangement, the wife will always have the advantage of bedding more partners...For the husband to succeed, he needs to [be] in good shape, reasonably handsome, good in bed, and with a decent-sized cock. Otherwise, the wife will win all the time!"

Another reader, "greowulf", wrote: "Women will always have the advantage in consensual non-monogamous (CNM) relationships...[This] presents a power imbalance in nearly *every* heterosexual CNM relationship. Such a power imbalance is very [unlikely] to lead to a happy and successful relationship."

Notice the words they use: "succeed", "advantage", "win", "power imbalance." An open marriage isn't a contest. There is no "winner" or "loser." And there is nothing "unfair" about one partner having more sex than the other. It is about loving your partner enough to give him/her an experience that you cannot provide. It's about trusting each other enough to allow the freedom to explore new relationships and experiences. It isn't a game, and no one should be keeping score.

"Whether [it is] by social construct or the pheromones involved, it is extremely difficult to separate sex from emotion."

This was a verbatim quote from greowulf, and it is similar to one of the questions I've already addressed above, but I want to make another point on that topic. If you and your spouse are worried that one of you may develop feelings for another person outside of your marriage, there are many steps that you could take to reduce that risk.

For example, some couples have a rule that they are only able to have sex with another person once, twice, or however many times they feel is a comfortable limit. Some couples only have sex with others while vacationing at various "swinger" resorts, which reduces the odds that they will ever see those people again.

Every couple has rules, and every couple's rules are different. As time passes, rules change. Throughout the entire process, both members of the couple remain in constant communication to ensure that they are still comfortable with their arrangement. In the end, some couples even determine that swinging and/or open marriage isn't for them, and they return to monogamy.

"Monogamy doesn't have to be boring. If you have to bring other people in to help 'spice up' your marriage, you're doing something wrong."

I will close with the above quote from IronDragon, as I believe it ties everything together nicely. Open marriage isn't for everyone. In fact, I wouldn't recommend it for most couples. Your marriage must be unusually strong, your relationship must be completely solid, and your trust in each other must be beyond question, and unfortunately, very few marriages fit these criteria. Most importantly, you must possess unusual confidence in your relationship, and a complete absence of insecurity.

No one is suggesting that monogamy is boring. Assuming that your spouse's libido matches yours, there is no limit to the number of ways you can "spice up" a boring sex life. However, by far, the number one issue in nearly every marriage is a disparity in libido between the husband and wife. Ask any married man you know, and if he is an honest man, he will admit that he is not happy with his wife's sexual appetite. It is the number one cause of marital strife among couples - even those who describe themselves as "happily married."

With rare exception, women display the greatest enthusiasm and hunger for spontaneous and passionate sex at the very beginning of a relationship. Over time, that level of enthusiasm inevitably wanes. Studies prove this, although you really shouldn't need a study to conclude such an obvious fact. There are many reasons for this phenomenon: children, stress, housework, finances, changes in body image, etc..

In most cases, there is nothing a husband can do to elevate his wife's libido. Doing extra chores around the house, giving spontaneous back rubs and foot massages, being extra romantic, introducing new sex toys...none of it works. It may work temporarily, but for the husband who longs for a permanent return of the fun and enthusiastic sex kitten he married, he will be severely disappointed to discover that any and all attempts to boost his wife's libido will ultimately fail in the long run.

However, there is one proven, surefire way to boost a woman's libido, regardless of her age, stress level, number of children, dirty dishes, or the number of foot massages she receives. When a husband tells his wife how hot she looks in her new dress, she appreciates hearing that, but in the back of her mind, she dismisses it as something that husbands "have to say to their wives."

But when a total stranger makes the exact same comment - especially if that stranger is a handsome man - the wife's reaction is quite different. Then, she truly feels sexy and desirable and wanted. Ultimately, that feeling results in a boost to her libido. If that simple comment turns into physical contact, that boost is magnified tenfold.

Now, even though the total stranger caused the libido boost, who ultimately benefits from it? That's right: the husband.

Of course, you don't HAVE to bring another person into your marriage to boost your wife's libido. But I would argue that it may be the most effective means of doing so - at least, until a "female Viagra" drug hits the market.

In conclusion, I hope that I have succeeded in shedding a little light on this topic. I am not nearly delusional enough to believe that it will bring an end to all the ignorant and hateful comments that routinely litter the Loving Wives category, but if have succeeded in explaining "the lifestyle" and bringing a little bit of awareness to just one person, then I consider this undertaking to be worthwhile.



On or Off



I'd agreed to baby-sit for Mrs Collins this weekend. I'd actually decided to stop doing baby-sitting now that I had turned eighteen and had a full time job, but Mrs Collins was an old favourite of mine. She had parties she had to go to on both Saturday and Sunday so I'd agreed to sit one more time, not really having anything planned for either night.

Saturday had been a bit warm, if you consider forty plus Celsius to be warm. Personally, I considered it to be bloody hot. Mrs Collins had asked me to front up early so it was still the afternoon when my dad dropped me off and the heat was just yuck.

When I got there Mrs Collins told me that the kids were out in the pool and that she was joining them for a while. Had I thought to bring my bathing costume? Stupid me had not. I knew there was a pool and still hadn't thought of bathers. No problems, I was told.

"You've, um, padded out somewhat over the past year," was Mrs Collins polite way of saying I now had a respectable bust. "You should have no problems with one of my bikinis."

She quickly dug up a very nice red and white bikini and tossed it to me before rushing out to yell at the kids. I went into the back room and quickly stripped of and put on the bikini. 

When I say I put on the bikini I have to confess that it was a case of I nearly put on the bikini. I'd put on the top with no problems, well only minor ones. I had to adjust the straps a little as it appeared I now had more up there than Mrs Collins. I was then just stepping into the bottom half of the bikini when I ran into a slightly larger problem.

Mr Collins was the problem. He just came wandering into the room, whistling. We were both somewhat taken aback. Him, to find himself facing a half-naked young woman, and me, to find myself standing half naked in front of a man.

I squealed and automatically tried to cover my more personal area and only succeeded in tripping myself and falling flat on my back on the spare bed.

Mr Collins was all smiles. Smiles, hell. He was almost rolling around the floor laughing, but politely trying to hide it. He casually strolls over to where I'm lying, exposing myself for the whole world to see, blushing fiercely.

"Are you putting these on or taking them off?" he asks me, indicating the bikini bottom.

"On," I said with what sound like a faint croak.

With that he gave me a wink and pulled the bikini bottom up into place, leaving me properly covered and still blushing.

I hurried out to the pool and joined Mrs Collins and the kids, away from that smiling fiend. He may have been polite and pulled my bathers up but it would have been more polite to have turned around and left. He did it deliberately to mortify me. And he'd taken a good look, too, and he hadn't cared that I knew he'd been looking. 

The rest of the afternoon passed and by the time they were ready to leave I was able to look at Mr Collins without blushing. At least, without blushing until they were walking out the door and he turned, wriggled his eyebrows and gave me a wink.

After that the rest of the time passed relatively smoothly. The kids stayed up a little later than usual because of the heat, but when they did go down they went down hard, snoring their little heads off. I relaxed and watched TV and read some magazines.

When Mr and Mrs Collins got home I was surprised to find that Mrs Collins had her arm in a sling.

"I had a fall," she told me insouciantly. "I've strained my wrist and can't use it for a while. Don't worry. George will drive you home."

So, after checking out my goodies earlier that evening, Mr Collins was going to drive me home. How wonderful.

We got in the car and were off. Mr Collins was all polite attentiveness, just chatting about nothing in particular and not mentioning that little debacle. He quite effectively set me at ease.

When we got to my place he pulled into the drive. The house was fully dark, my parents in bed long ago by my guess. I was surprised when Mr Collins got out of the car. I was even more surprised when he met me as I was coming around the front of the car and casually pushed me back against it.

He lifted my dress, for god's sake, pushing it up around my waist. I was thinking rape. He's going to rape me. I don't want to be raped. I'll scream. Someone should hear.

His hands were at my panties and I could feel his fingers curled around the waistband. Before I could do or say anything, he spoke.

"Do these stay on or come off?" he asked quietly, reminiscent of the way he asked if I wanted the bikini on or off.

I'm like, what?

He just stood there, politely waiting for me to answer.

On, of course. What does he expect me to say? I'll say on and that will be the end of the matter. He's not going to actually rape me. Say on and there are no problems.

If I said off he'd think that I wanted him to. . . That is, he'd think I was agreeing to him, um, you know. . . I mean, I just couldn't.

"O-off?" I said (in a very small voice) and I was then appalled at what I'd said. I wanted to shout on, very quickly, but my mouth wouldn't open. 

Then it was a case of oh, my, god, he's pulling down my panties. Not just down, but right off, dropping them on the car next to me. I turn my head and I can see my panties lying there. Turn it back and I can see my legs and my mons and even that little landing strip I'd shaved so cutely.

I could also see his hand come down and cover my mons and that landing strip. He was rubbing me there, and I could feel my nerves curling up inside me in shock. I was breathing hard, and I'm sure something was wrong because I felt cold. 

I didn't feel cold for long. There was a little fire igniting inside me, warming me up. All those curled up nerves seemed to unroll again, stretching like little cats in front of a fire. The one thing that didn't really change was the fact that I was breathing hard.

Mr Collins undid his trousers and brought out his erection and I started to panic all over again. I mean, would you look at the size of that thing. My boyfriend didn't have anything like that in his pants. No man should.

I opened my mouth to protest, to say that on second thoughts I'd decided no way known, and you have to be bloody joking, and don't you dare touch me with that thing. Before I could delicately express the view that just maybe we should refrain from this activity he put a finger on my lips, effectively shutting me up.

Or maybe it was the shock of having him press that erection against my slit that shut me up. Who knows? What I do know is that his erection was pressing firmly against me, and my lips were yielding, letting him in.

Oh my god, I wanted him to stop. No, I didn't. I just didn't want him to be quite that excited. Why the hell did I say off? I must be mad. I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was pressing into me. I could feel him inside me, easing his way along my passage. Thank god he was moving slowly. He'd have killed me if he'd just come barging in hard and fast. How the fuck was I supposed to take all of that inside me. Maybe it wasn't as big as I thought. Oh, hell. Maybe it was bigger than I thought. 

I wanted to scream and I wanted to laugh. I wasn't a virgin but this was certainly a first for me. I never did fathers of the kids I sat for, and now look at me. Outside my own house, bent over a car. What the hell was I doing?

Getting well and truly fucked, was the answer. He was still sinking into me and I could feel him deep inside me. I was quite sure he was doing a Star Trek – leaving explored space and going where no man had gone before. I couldn't believe that I was handling him so neatly. I just seemed to stretch and stretch. Were we elastic inside? There again, I had seen a small cock extend into a very large erection. I guess men are elastic there, as well.

I was feeling quite stunned when he finally grounded himself against me. I'd taken him. No worries. I could handle anything, I thought, feeling smug. It felt nice and full, pressing against me for such a long way. I was burning with need and eagerness. We had a start. Now let's have some action.

He started off nice and slow, gently pulling out and sliding back in, sending pleasurable ripples through me. I sighed softly, pushing up happily to meet him. 

He went on in the same manner, just cruising along, taking his time and pleasuring me. On he went, in no particular hurry, rocking back and forth, carrying me gently down the stream.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" I gritted out. 

He seemed startled.

"Excuse me?"

"No, I won't excuse you. You're supposed to be taking advantage of me and ravishing me. Instead of which you're barely cuddling me. I'm not going to break if you put some effort into it, you know?"

He gave a snort of amusement, but he also got the message. He started moving faster and then stepped on the gas even harder. It wasn't long before he was giving me a hefty going over, his cock banging in hard. I was beginning to wonder if I'd miscalculated.

I was rising to meet him as he took me, doing my best to counter every thrust he made. I was moving a damn sight faster than I was used to but it was tremendous. He was no longer worrying about taking the poor innocent babysitter but concentrating on ravishment, taking his victim and letting her worry about what was happening.

Ha! Who was worrying? I was burning with need and excitement, banging him just as hard as he was banging me. The excitement kept on building. I was gasping and panting, groaning with the effort I was putting in, relishing every single bit of it. I was going to climax, I could tell, and that was OK, but not just yet. I wanted this to last a little longer.

It did last, too. We seemed to have reached a plateau where we were coasting along, not quite there but content to be where we were. Not that it would stay that way. He's a man, after all. He was going to have to let go soon or his balls would explode from the pressure. (That's what my boyfriend claims, anyway.)

I could sense when he was ready to go. He gave this funny groaning sound and I just relaxed and let things rip. He climaxed and I climaxed and the whole thing was just wonderful.

He didn't hang around, of course. Men do seem to want to make themselves scarce afterwards. I found myself standing at the front door, key in one hand, panties in the other, watching him drive away.

My god. I just remembered. I'm supposed to sit for them tomorrow. I wondered if Mrs Collins would be right to drive tomorrow night.



On Orgasm Pond



Author's Note: 

I'd like to thank my editors, Rip_isback, and Kirk2004, for their expert editing and advice.

This is a long story. It takes just a wee bit before the good stuff, but, there's lot's of good stuff throughout. I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks! 

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Orgasm Pond is a name I affectionately gave a small Adirondack lake in upstate New York after a summer I had spent there that changed my life. The real name of the lake shall remain nameless.

You know that point when you've given yourself passionately to something for years and all that something does is take, take, take? That point where you, suddenly and forcefully, can't take it anymore.

My life careened toward that breaking point for years. I was blind to it until I reached that breaking point. One day it suddenly hit me like a giant rubber band that snapped in my brain, and the thought of poking a red hot needle in my eye was more appealing than going to work. As a self proclaimed workaholic, I had been working extremely hard for the past ten years on my career. I took precious little time for myself or my wife. My marriage hit the skids a year ago, mostly from my incessant work. I took very little vacation time over the preceding years even though my compensation included five paid vacation weeks a year. I seldom took more than two weeks. When I was on those precious two weeks of vacation, I insidiously brought my laptop along and worked part of that time. That was just part of the corporate culture I was wrapped up in; it was considered weak to use all your allocated vacation. 

I was burnt out, and crisp as overcooked bacon. I told my boss that I needed some down time and would not be available by email, text, or phone for the entire months of July and August. He didn't like it much, but I insisted. I really didn't care if he fired me at that point. I was so over done.

I needed to get away. My wife was gone, and I wasn't dating anyone. There was nothing but myself standing in my way of a well deserved hiatus.

In my youth, I loved spending my summers in the Adirondack Mountains. I attended summer camp every year between the ages of eight and fifteen. During my college years, I'd spend a few weeks backpacking in the Adirondacks every summer. So, this was the first place I thought about when I decided I needed to disappear for a while. I was determined to find a place to rent for a few months on a lake in those beautiful mountains.

It was mid June when I started searching the internet for places to rent. I wanted a place on a quiet lake, one that banned motor boats, but one that allowed canoes, kayaks, and small sailboats only. Most every place was already booked for the summer to my surprise. I had no clue how early cottage rentals on lakes booked up for the summer. 

I stumbled upon an available listing that caught my eye: "Perfect getaway for those seeking sensual solitude. Loon Cottage is small but beautifully converted boathouse on a private lake. Listen to the loons serenade you to sleep every night. The cottage is available for monthly rentals only." The rental rate was about three times the going monthly rate. I thought that was one reason it must be still available. I didn't care about the price. I needed to get away and all the other desirable places were taken.

I called the number in the listing and a woman answered. 

"Hello Becky speaking," said a sweet sounding voice. 

"Hi, this is Patrick Hunt, and I'm interested in renting Loon Cottage for the months of July and August. I see it's still available," I said to the sweet voice on the other end. 

"It could be available. I need to ask you a few questions first. I interview all perspective renters before I commit to renting the cottage."

I thought this sounded odd so I questioned her policy. 

"My husband built the cottage for me with his own hands. He passed away three years ago. I am very fussy about who I rent it to. It's my prerogative. I don't allow kids, and I prefer someone, or a couple, in their thirties to fifties. You must be clean, neat, quiet, and respectful of this special place. You'll fit in better if you're open minded and adventuresome." 

"Fit in? Why would I need to fit in? I'm just looking for a place to chill for a while."

"This is a special lake. There is no public access. All properties surrounding the lake are privately owned. We have a tight community here, and we all click. I am the only property owner renting out a place on the lake, much to my neighbors chagrin. Since my husband's salary is no longer coming in, I need the rental income in order to help defer the costs of keeping the cottage. My neighbors are very particular about outsiders on the lake."

"That sounds very elitist," I said. 

"I know it does, but those are my terms. Do you want to proceed with the interview?"

I was getting desperate to get something before I got shutout for the season, so I agreed. She asked how old I was, whether I was single or married, what political party I was most aligned with, and how I felt about nudity. The nudity question threw me for a loop, but I let it slide. 

"You must submit a health report with a recent screening for sexually transmitted diseases," she added. 

"What!" I said astonished.

"Some of my neighbors are single, and they like to play the field. I'm just looking out for their health," she said.

"That's absurd! How do you know I want anything to do with your neighbors?" I said getting a little angry now.

"You said you're single and unattached. My neighbors are hot and persuasive. I'd only be a matter of time," she said as if she seen her neighbors devour her renters before. 

I thought about the absurdity of it all for a few seconds and then realized I hadn't gotten laid in about six months, and I could use some action. My wife and I split up a year ago. For the first four months, I did nothing but sit around depressed and work, of course. My friends were telling me to get back in the game. It was depressing for them to watch me sulk around they'd tell me. So, for the next two months I tried dating. I got lucky a few times, but lost interest because I was still not over my ex-wife. It's been four months since my last date. At 35 years old, I wasn't getting any younger. It might be time to seize an opportunity if it came up. 

"OK, I'll get a blood test and send you the results," I said.

I must have passed the interview and her health test because she rented the cottage to me. 

July 1st came and I followed Becky's directions to the cottage. I arrived late in the evening. It was about 8:00 PM, and I was tired from the long drive. Becky greeted me in a silky robe. It was a warm summer night, and she didn't bothered to tie her robe tight. I could see a lot of cleavage and her ample breasts were barely covered. Her robe was short, and I could see her tanned, toned legs were smooth and sexy. Becky looked to be in her late thirties, maybe forty. She showed me the cottage and the dock that it shared with her house and the neighbor to my right. She pointed to the house up the path. That was hers. 

"I hope you don't mind seeing people skinny dip? Most of the owners on the lake skinny dip, so you'll see lots of naked people out and about. As I told you on the phone, the lake is private."

"No, no problem," I said. 

I crashed in bed as soon as Becky left. I didn't even unpack. I went to sleep to the sound of loons calling across the lake. The loon calls were just as I remembered from my youth, and what a magical, mystical sound they made. I love all the calls a loon makes, but I think the wail call was my favorite. To be lying in bed at night and hearing the wailing of the loons sent shivers down my spine. Oddly, it's both an eerie and comforting sound at the same time. 

The next morning was a beautiful bluebird day. I slept in late so I missed the sunrise. I brewed some coffee. I poured a cup and headed out to the dock to sit and enjoy the water. I sat in a chair on the dock next to the water's edge. I closed my eyes and was enjoying the sun on my face when I heard what sounded like someone swimming. I opened my eyes and saw a woman doing the breast stroke. She was approaching the dock, and I could see she was naked. Then I remembered what Becky said last night about skinny dippers. 

As the woman climbed out of the lake, I could see it was Becky herself. She smiled at me as she climbed out of the water. Her body came into my view as she ascended the swim ladder just 10 feet from where I was sitting. She had a nice wide smile with pretty teeth. Her blue eyes glistened in the sun. Her light brown hair, with just a hint of red, was wet and shimmering as it lay mat against her shoulders. As her breasts popped into view, I could see they were lovely orbs. I estimated about 34C's. Her nipples were erect due to the cold water. As she climbed the stairs, the rest of her body came into my view. Becky's waist was narrow and her hips full. Her pussy had hair. She was not a shaver of pubic hair, but it was neatly trimmed. Her legs were strong looking, not too skinny and not too plump. I felt aroused as I checked Becky's body out. 

"Good morning. You can put your eyes back in your head now," she said with a big grin.

I must have been staring. 

"Sorry," I said. 

"No need to apologize, you'll get use to seeing nude bodies around here. Like I said, most everyone skinny dips here. You should too. Don't be shy."

She sat in the chair next to me and started chatting about this and that. I suddenly felt over dressed.

I reached up and pulled off my t-shirt. I felt a little uncomfortable about simply pulling my shorts off in front of her. After all, I had just met her briefly last night. She saw my hesitation and eased my fears. 

"You might as well get comfortable," she said, and then continued with her conversation.

I pulled off my shorts and was now naked. My cock was hard at the thought of being freed in front of this beautiful woman. My hard-on popped up as I sat back down.

"Wow, you must be feeling frisky this morning?" She grinned as she stared at my erection. "Go ahead and take care of yourself if you need to. I won't mind."

I was hoping she was going to initiate something that would lead to the two of us having sex, but here she was telling me I could masturbate in front of her if I wanted.

"Here? Out in the open? On your dock?" I asked incredibly.

"Sure, no one cares. You'll see all kinds of things around these parts."

Well it didn't look like she was going to initiate sex with me, and by now I was really horny. Something about being free from the stress of work, being in the mountains, out by the water, and naked got me juiced up. So I tentatively reached for my cock and started stroking it lightly. We continued our conversation, as my hand knew what to do without much thought from my brain. As I got more excited, I couldn't follow the conversation. I couldn't remember what she just said or what we were talking about. All I could think about was that I was stroking my cock in front of a nude stranger. Becky let a hand slide down to her pussy, and she started lightly fingering her clit while she watched me work my cock. She kept right on talking about this and that as if nothing was happening.

I started working my cock harder now, and soon felt a need to cum. I spit on my cock to lube it up and started palming the head on the up stroke. I could hear Becky's breathing getting more labored as she talked, but she kept the same conversation going - something about the history of the lake, I think, maybe some gossip about the neighbors. She could tell I was close to cumming by my breathing and my moans. I cupped my left hand in front of my cock to catch my sperm.

"Let it fly into the lake. The fish love it," she could barely say as she herself was cumming.

I stood up to the edge of the dock and let my semen fly right into the lake as my body quaked and quivered in orgasm. Standing naked with a nude stranger just a few feet away, and on a dock by the water as the sun warmed my body and mind, and as the glow of a fresh climaxed washed over me, I felt more sexually charged at that very moment than I had in years. Sure enough, soon little fish came and gobbled up my gobs of goo floating in the water near the dock. I sat back down, and we continued our conversation as if nothing had happened. 

After a while, Becky announced she needed to go. She had to get ready for a party she was hosting this evening. 

"Why don't you come?" she asked. "You'll fit right in. Clothing is optional. It starts at 6:00PM sharp." She winked at me as she walked away from the dock up her path to her house.

Clothing optional? She must be joking, I thought. I jumped in the lake for a swim. I then went inside the cottage for breakfast and to read one of the trashy novels I purchased the other day for this trip. You know the kind, real slutty, a lot of sex. I usually masturbate to a good raunchy story, but since I already did that at the dock, I just read and enjoyed the feeling of being sexually charged by the erotic story. 

It was early in the afternoon, and I felt like taking the canoe out for a paddle. I put on my swim suit, grabbed the paddle, my sun glasses, a beer, and headed out with the canoe. The lake was beautiful. It was a fairly calm day with just a little light wind. I paddled right near the shore. I wanted to check out some of the other homes and cottages along the lake. I came upon two young ladies on a sunfish. They were naked. Damn, I thought, this lake takes this skinny dipping thing to an extreme. As I paddled on further on, I saw a man and a woman paddling a canoe. They were both also naked. I was feeling over dressed again, so I stripped off my swim trunks.

As I rounded a bend, still near the shore I came upon a dock jutting out into the water. On the dock, on what looked like a large double chase lounge that was set flat like a bed, were two young women. They were naked, and one was eating the others pussy. The one being eaten had her eyes closed and her head tilted back toward the sky. As she heard my paddle in the water, she opened her eyes, lowered her head, and smiled at me.

"Hi. Lovely day, isn't it?" she said so matter-of-factly, unconcerned that I was within 20 feet of her while she was receiving oral sex. The young woman eating her, raised her head from her friend's pussy, turned, and looked my way smiling. I paddled on with a boner. 

"What is with this lake?" I was thinking as I paddled on around the lake. It's like a porn movie or one of my wildest fantasies. "Was I in a dream?" I thought. I slapped my face - no, not dreaming. 

I returned back to the dock, and, as I was putting the canoe away, a woman who looked to be about 35 years old came walking down the path to the dock. She was approaching from the cottage on the other side of the Loon Cottage, the opposite side from Becky's house. This woman was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. From what I had seen on the lake, this woman looked out of place. She was over dressed. I hadn't bothered to put my swim trunks back on after seeing all the naked people on the lake, not to mention the two women having oral sex.

"Hi, I'm Susan. My cottage is on the other side of yours," said the dressed woman as she approached me.

"Well, it's not mine. I'm only renting," I said, feeling a little funny standing there naked in front of her.

"Yes, I know, Becky owns it. She's the only one on the lake that rents a place out to vacationers," she said.

"My name is Patrick." I extend my hand to greet her, and my cock extended a little too.

"Nice to meet you," she said, as she shook my hand. She then stole a look at my cock and grinned before she continued on to the end of the dock.

I started up the path to the cottage and turned to get another look at her. I thought she was kinda cute. I saw her pulling her t-shirt off, so I was thinking I'd be seeing her naked in a few moments. As she pulled off her shirt and lowered her shorts, I saw that she wore a bikini. She had a hot body and her red bikini showed it off nicely. Susan was a blonde with a nice shape. She was about 5'5" tall, and had smaller breasts than Becky's. I'd say 34B. Her ass was shapely and filled out her bikini bottom nicely. Then it really hit me. She is wearing a bikini. She wasn't swimming nude! Shocking, I thought. I hear her splash in the water as I continued up the path to my cottage. I went inside, fixed myself a cocktail, and headed out to the covered porch that overlooked the water. I picked up my trashy book and started reading. I read a few chapters, and I was engrossed in a real hot sex scene when I hear, "Reading anything good?"

I looked up and Susan was standing on the path near the porch. 

"Just some slutty sex novel," I said blushing a little. I don't know why I blushed. She just caught me off guard. 

"Where are my manners? Come on up," I said. Susan came up the stairs and onto the porch. I offered her a seat.

"I'm a little wet," she said. 

"Oh, my manners again," I said as I rushed to get her a towel.

She dried herself off, still in her bikini and used the towel to put down on the chair so as not to get the chair wet. 

"I'm having a cocktail, would you like one?"

"Sounds lovely."

"Gin and tonic?" 

"Perfect."

We chatted for a while getting to know one another. Susan was single, never married, a school teacher, and she summered at the lake. 

"Let me ask you something. Why do you wear a bathing suit when everyone else walks around naked?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said looking down with a shy expression. "This place is nuts. Everyone's a pervert around here. I just never got into that sort of thing." She blushed as she looked down. Her legs were crossed, the top leg swung nervously.

"I didn't mean to pry. It just seems like the whole lake is one big nudist colony," I said.

"More like one big orgy," she added, still looking down.

There was a very long awkward moment of silence. I didn't know what to say, and I regretted bringing it up. I was grappling with what to say to change the subject when she blurted out, "I guess I am shy," she said almost as if it was a revelation to her. I felt bad now. I just met this woman, and I somehow hit a raw nerve with her.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with being shy," I said trying to make her feel better.

"I wish I could be more open and free like everyone else around here, but I just can't," she said looking at me with a sad look in her eyes. 

"Look, it's none of my business, but you should live your life the way you want to," I said trying to end this conversation with her feeling good about herself. 

"I just stay home and masturbate while the rest of the lake is having their orgies," she said. Again she was looking at the floor.

This was way more information than I had bargained for. Don't get me wrong, the thought of Susan masturbating intrigued me, but she seemed a little depressed. 

"I suppose you're going to Becky's party tonight?" she asked.

"Becky invited me this morning," I stated. "You weren't invited?"

"I'm always invited. I just never go," she said solemnly.

"I gotta go," she suddenly said. "I'll be home masturbating while you're getting your asshole licked, or whatever they do at those fucking parties." With that she got up and abruptly left.

I was stunned. First, I was stunned because the party I was invited to was indeed an orgy, so the clothing optional comment from Becky this morning was not a joke. Secondly, the neighbor on the other side of me poured her heart out to me about feeling left out of all the fun -- not because she wasn't invited, but due to some sense of morality. However, her morals didn't encompass her not telling me that she stays home and masturbates while these parties are going on. Weird day this was turning out to be. 




On Orgasm Pond



After Susan left, I sat around thinking about Becky's party. Should I go? I had never been to an orgy, however, it was something I had always wanted to do. I'm almost certain Susan would have wanted me to have said I wouldn't go, and for the two of us to spend the evening together. After her masturbation confession, I'm sure I could get into her pants. I did really want to attend that orgy, but I was nervous.

It was getting close to 6:00, and I made up my mind to go to Becky's party. I showered and shaved my balls. The next question was, should I go nude? Clothing optional Becky said. But what if I was being punked? I didn't want to show up at a party naked while everyone else was dressed. And what if Susan was punking me? What if the party wasn't an orgy?

I decided to go dressed. I could always take my clothes off if indeed it was the kind of party I was hoping for. I put on some lightweight linen shorts, no underwear, and a Hawaiian shirt and headed up the path to Becky's house. I could hear talking and laughing within the house, but I couldn't see anyone. I rang the door bell and waited. Becky soon came to door. She was dressed in a see through dress and was totally naked underneath.

"Ah-ha, I see you went with the dressed option. Good choice, no one is naked yet," she said as she invited me in.

As I followed her into her house, my nerves were on edge with excitement. She led me into the kitchen. There were about 15 people standing around with drinks in their hands and chatting. Becky introduced me to everyone. 

"This is the guy I was telling you about. The one who fed the fish this morning. Right in front of me," she said with a grin. Everyone else laughed. 

I laughed too, not knowing if I've been had for some joke or what?

A sexy brunette, about 32, came up to me and introduced herself as Maryanne. The first thing she said to me was, "Don't worry, everyone feeds the fish around here." 

"Was feed the fish a euphemism for masturbation in the local vernacular?" I wondered. 

Maryanne was tall, about 5'8". She wore a see through blouse with no bra. Her breasts were small and pert with big aureole. Her dark brown eyes were mysterious. She wore a short black skirt and no shoes; her legs went on for miles. 

She brushed her almost naked breasts against my arm and cooed softly as she look up at me and batted her eyelashes. She smiled lustfully at me, and her wanton smile let me know she was interested in becoming my first orgy playmate. My cock stiffened and strained against my shorts at that prospect. 

"Oh look, they're getting started," she said to me as she took my hand and led me into the living room.

In the living room, I saw a man with no pants on, sitting on the couch. A redhead was between his legs sucking his cock. The redhead was topless and was taking her pants off while blowing the guy on the couch. She didn't miss a beat sucking his cock while she worked her pants and panties off.

Next to the guy getting sucked was a woman, about 50, grayish hair, thin but shapely. Between her legs was another woman. I couldn't see her face at the time so I couldn't tell her age, but she appeared much younger than the woman she was eating. She had blonde hair and a soft, full figure. Her plump ass was in the air, and her cunt lips showed proudly between her legs. She was fingering her own pussy while eating the pussy in front of her. 

Maryanne led me to the couch, and we took up a position next to the gray haired, 50ish year old woman being eaten by the blonde. Maryanne sat down and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing panties under that skirt. She hiked up her skirt around her waist as she slouched on the couch to move her pussy to the edge. I knelt on the floor next to the blonde and went in for some of Maryanne's shaved pussy. I started by kissing her inner thighs and lightly caressing the underside of her knees with my fingers. I had her squirming in her seat. I tongued my way up to her vulva and started little ticklish licks all around her outer mound. Her shaved pussy was sweet and tender. She was squirming and giggling as I teased her. 

"Stop teasing me," she screamed and shoved her clit in my mouth. Her clit was not big. It was like a little love button in my mouth. I lapped and licked her clit as she squirmed and moaned.

"That's it... lick me there, suck it, bite it... work my clit, honey, work it hard," she moaned loudly. 

The gray haired woman reached a hand over to tweak Maryanne's nipples through her thin blouse. I drove my tongue deep into her cunt and lapped back up to her clit. Maryanne leaned toward the gray haired woman and the two of them started kissing while their pussies were being eaten out. Their tongues danced with each other and moans were emanating from their mouths. Maryanne and the gray lady came together, Maryanne in my mouth and the gray haired woman in the blonde's mouth. 

"Get that cock of yours in me!" Maryanne shouted just as soon as she caught her breath. 

I took off my clothes and positioned my cock head at Maryanne's entrance. I shoved and my cock slipped in to her. Her pussy was like velvet inside, wet, warm velvet. The gray haired woman and the blonde switched places and the blonde was now being eaten within inches of me fucking Maryanne. I felt something on my ass, someone's hands. I looked around and saw Becky, who was nude now, kneeling behind me kneading my ass with her hands and cooing. I was trying not to break rhythm while fucking Maryanne, but Becky's hands working my ass threw my timing off. Soon I felt something wet on my back cheeks. Becky started licking my ass as I fucked Maryanne. 

"It's a good thing I washed thoroughly back there in the shower," I thought. 

She tried to follow my strokes in and out, and she stuck her tongue deep into my crack, darting at my anus. Her right hand was massaging my balls as she continued to probe my crack with her tongue. Soon she gave up trying to keep up with my thrusting ass and came around and climbed on the couch. She straddled Maryanne's face and lowered her snatch to Maryanne's waiting tongue. 

I lowered by head to lick Becky's ass as I continued to fuck Maryanne. I was getting close to cumming. All this orgy action had me juiced up and ready to blow. I tried my best to hold off until Maryanne was ready to cum again, but soon I was reaching the point of no return. 

"I'm going to blow my wad," I announced as I fought to hold my orgasm back while still fucking her.

"I am close too," Maryanne moaned. With the revelation that she was close, I just started humping her for all I was worth. I plowed my dick into her with big, long, forceful strokes. 

"I...mm...cum...minnnnng!" I cried out as my orgasm racked my body.

Maryanne just bucked and moaned wildly. Her eyes went into the back of her head, and all I could see were her whites. She moaned a deep guttural moan as if she were possessed. Becky lifted off her face to let Maryanne concentrate on her orgasm. As soon as Maryanne calmed down, she pulled Becky's body back down to her and continued eating her. Soon Becky was quivering in orgasm to Maryanne's expert tongue. 

I pulled out of Maryanne. The gray haired lady, now finished with the blonde, moved between Maryanne's legs. She pushed her tongue into Maryanne's cunt and cleaned out my love juice. 

"I see the fish aren't the only ones who like semen," I said to Becky as Becky was dismounting the couch. 

"We all love semen, Patrick," she said, and then she swooned into my face and locked her lips on mine. She pried my mouth open with her tongue and shoved it in my mouth. Her tongue danced in my mouth as it teased and played with my tongue. 

There was a lot of other sex happening that night at Becky's party, and some of it I even got involved with. I stumbled home at two in the morning. I was tired and my dick was sore. I was a little drunk too.

Again I fell asleep to the wail of the loons as I lay there half drunk with booze and half drunk with lust.

The next morning I arose, made coffee and headed down to the dock. Becky was already sitting naked in her chair at the dock. She just finished her swim. I pulled up the chair next to her. We exchanged a kiss and talked about how wonderful the party was the night before.

Before too long, Susan came down to the dock dressed the same as the day before. She said good morning and proceeded to take off her shirt and shorts. She had on the same red bikini as yesterday. She dove into the lake for her morning swim. 

"I've tried in vain to get into her pants," Becky said to me. "It's a lost cause."

"She was telling me she really wants to be open and free like everyone else around here, but she is so shy," I confided. 

"She'll never break out of her mold," Becky added. "I've seen her sneaking around peaking in windows when we have parties. She likes to watch."

I didn't add that she confided in me that she masturbates while the parties were going on. I thought I already said too much. I liked Susan after all and could see myself fucking her. With Becky's latest news, though, now I envisioned her masturbating while peeking in on the orgies. 

Susan climbed out of the water and joined us, pulling up a chair next to mine. The three of us chatted for a while and then Becky announced she had to go run some errands.

"Are you doing anything today?" asked Susan.

"No, why?" I asked. 

"I have a special place I'd like to show you," she said looking soulfully into my eyes. 

Then she said, "There is another lake nearby. It's off in the wilderness, and you'll need to portage a canoe a mile into the woods to get to it. I call it Paradise Lake. That's not its real name, but it is to me. It's really remote, and no one goes there. It's a quiet and peaceful place way back in the wilderness. You'll feel like you've stepped back in time, to a time before man ruined everything."

"Sure," I said. It sounded like a place I could get my head into. Still decompressing from work, a little solitude in the wilderness with a cute blonde was just what the doctor ordered.

"Good. I'll pack a lunch, and you can put my canoe on the racks of my SUV. You can carry a canoe a mile, can't you?" she asked. "You look like a strong man," she added with a smile before I could answer.

"I'll do my best," was all I could say. I had portaged canoes when I was younger so I was confident I could handle it.

"Well, if you can't, I can do it," she said with a big grin.

Susan went to her cottage to pack a lunch for us. I found her canoe on the shore next to the lake and brought it up to her driveway and tied it to the racks on her SUV.

She asked me if I would mind driving.

As we drove out to the lake, Susan asked me about the orgy at Becky's house last night. 

"Oh, it was fun," was all I said.

"No, tell me everything. I want to hear every juicy detail," she said with an inquisitive tone in her voice.

I told her every juicy detail. After a while I noticed her hand brushing her crotch. I thought about how tortured she must be inside. She obviously wanted a more sexually free existence, but there was some moral conflict that stopped her dead in her tracks.

We parked the car at the trail-head and I shouldered the canoe. We walked the portage trail the mile to the lake and put the canoe in the water. Susan wasn't kidding, this place was magnificent. It was absolutely breathtaking. We could not hear any traffic or noise of man. There were loons calling and cavorting all over the lake. The moss on the rocks and trees made the place look primordial. There were wild orchids, wild irises, and water lilies near the site where we put the canoe in. We set off across the lake. Susan was in the front seat of the canoe, and I was steering from the rear. With each stroke of the canoe paddle, I was more in awe over the sheer beauty of this place. Eagles, osprey, and heron flew over us as we paddled. 

We got to a rock outcropping and Susan said she'd like to stop and swim here. We pulled the canoe up on the shore and set a blanket down for lunch after our swim. Susan stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and down to her bikini. I, in deference to her, wore my swim trunks. We dove in the crystal clear lake and swam for a good while and then hauled ourselves out and onto the blanket. We ate lunch and chatted about anything and everything. We got along splendidly. Susan was easy to talk to, and she had a great sense of humor.

About a half hour after lunch, she said, "It's been long enough now. Our food has digested. Do you want to swim again?" 

"Only if you take off that bikini," I said. I was trying to break her out of her shell. She looked down at the rocks in silence and then did something I was hoping for, but didn't expect. She reached around and unclasped her bikini top and let if fall away. She then stood up and removed her bikini bottoms. She was now naked in front of me. I lay there just staring at her beautiful body.

"Well...," she said looking at me still in my swim suit. I pulled my swim suit off and we were both naked.

She dove in the water, and I followed. This time she didn't swim with any conviction as she had before lunch. She mostly floated and doggy paddled. I kept swimming up to her and bumping her and laughing. We joked and played like a couple of kids.

When we got out of the water, I asked her how it felt to skinny dip.

"It was wonderful. I felt so free and unencumbered. No wonder you like it," she said.

As she slipped on her bikini, still wet from the earlier swim, she said, "Ewe, this thing feels terrible now that it's all wet and clammy."

"See, that's why it's better to swim Au-natural," I said to her. 

We launched the canoe again and paddled across the lake, returning to the portage trail for the hike out.

On the ride home, I said, "Well, at least I got you to skinny dip with me."

"Yeah, that was my first time. I liked it, but I still don't think I can do it in front of anyone else."

"Why me?" I asked. "We just met. Surely, you've known some of your neighbors longer."

"I feel comfortable with you. I feel we have a connection," she said softly. 

I felt oddly confused. I was attracted to her, and I felt she was attracted to me. Her words and body language were telling me she'd like to get intimate -- that, and she allowed me to see her naked while skinny dipping. But, she knew I was at Becky's orgy, something she disapproved of. 

I felt I needed to confront this paradox. 

"Let me be blunt," I said. "Are you thinking you'd like to sleep with me?"

After a long pause, "Yes, I think I might like that."

"I was hoping you'd say that," I said. "But let me ask you this. You know I went to the orgy last night and fucked a lot of strangers. At least the women I fucked were strangers to me. Since you have this moral code that keeps you from attending the orgies, why would you want to fuck me? Aren't you afraid that I might have contracted something from someone else or that I'll corrupt you in some way?"

She thought about it for a few moments and then said, "I know everyone around the lake is clean, or at least that's what Becky tells me. They started clean and only fuck each other, so they stay clean that way. If they let you into their circle, I assume you were checked out. So from that standpoint, I'm confident there's no problem there. As for the corruption, I guess I'll just have to take my chances."

"You know there are other orgies planned. I've already been invited to Frank's place next weekend for a party. I'd love to make love to you, Susan, but I have to tell you, I plan on attending Frank's party." 

"I don't expect you to change your plans because of me," she said.

"Why don't you come with me to Frank's party?" I asked.

"Just because you got me to skinny dip at a remote lake with no one else around, doesn't mean I've changed my mind about the other things."

"You told me you like to masturbate when the orgies are happening. I assume you fantasize about what is going on at the orgy." I didn't dare tell her what Becky told me this morning that she saw Susan peeping in on the orgies. "Why don't you come and watch? You can masturbate while watching the others have sex. Becky and I will make sure that no one bothers you."

"What, like some freak in the corner playing with herself while others have real sex?" she asked

"No... no, look, it will be a turn-on for the others. Everyone loves watching other people play with themselves. Also, I'm sure some women attend orgies at that time of month when they wouldn't want to be having sex with others. I'm sure they announce its hands off tonight, and they watch and masturbate to the action around them," I said, not really knowing about that last part, but I thought I'd throw it out there and see if it stuck.

"I don't know. We'll see, but I doubt I'll go with you," she said. With that, I dropped it.

When we got back to her place, she invited me in. As soon as we were inside, I grabbed her, pulled her close to me, and lowered my face to hers. We kissed passionately for what seemed like ten minutes. I reached my hands around her and squeezed and massaged her ass while we kissed. I lifted her t-shirt off her. She still wore the bikini under her clothes, dry now from her body heat. I unclasped her bikini top and pulled it off. Susan's nipples were rock hard. She had a perfectly round smooth aureole.

Susan and I made love that night. We didn't just fuck. It was sweet, and tender. She was lost in lust and came about five times. Susan could easily attain multiple orgasms. The sex was mostly standard fair. I did try and slip a finger into her ass as I was eating her pussy, but she jumped her cunt right off my face in shock so I stopped. I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to try playing with her ass again, but I thought I'd wait for another time, tease her into it. 

As the week rolled along, we got together and made love a few more times. I was really starting to have feelings for Susan. We connected on so many levels. But I didn't want to fall for her just yet. There were orgies to attend this summer. I might never get a chance like this again.

Friday came and Frank's orgy was scheduled for that evening.

"Have you considered coming to the party tonight?" I asked her at the dock during our morning swim.

"I don't know. I'm scared," she said. "Why don't you go, and then you can tell me all about it. I'll masturbate to your stories. 

I thought this was bold of her. She was willing to masturbate in front of me while I told her of my adventures at the orgy.

"OK, deal," I said.

I attended Frank's orgy that night, and it was another great sex party. 

The next day at the dock Susan came down in her bikini.

"When are you going to shed that bikini and skinny dip again?" I asked her. "Now that you know how free it feels."

She just looked at me sideways.

"How was the orgy last night?" she asked.

"Not bad, I'll tell you all about it when you're ready," I said. 

"How about after our swim?" she said.

I thought, wow! She can't wait.

We swam as usual, but Susan finished quicker than she had the other mornings.

"I'll go make some Bloody Marys. Come on up to my place when you're ready," she said as she grabbed her towel and headed up the path to her cottage.

I didn't really need to get ready, but I assumed she wanted some time to prep so I swam a little more. I stopped by my cottage on the way to hers to put on some dry shorts, and then I headed over to Susan's place.

She changed out of her wet bikini into a matching set of blue lace bra and panties. We sat in her living room, which overlooked the lake. She sat on the couch, and I sat in an upholstered chair facing her. I sipped the Bloody Mary she made me while she guzzled hers which made me think she was nervous about what was about to happen. 




On Orgasm Pond



"OK, what happened last night?" she asked. She seemed very keen on getting this started I thought.

"It started with an all girl three-way in the middle of Frank's living room floor. Becky, Maryanne, and the gray haired lady. Her name is Joyce. I just learned her real name last night. All this time I've been referring to her as the gray haired lady," I said. "Anyway, everyone was just talking and sipping their drinks. No one seemed in a hurry to get the orgy rolling along. Becky, Maryanne, and Joyce were clustered with drinks in their hands talking and laughing. Becky wore a see through dress, a different one than last week's orgy. She must have some collection of orgy clothes," I said jokingly.

I continued. "Maryanne had on the same see through top and skirt as she wore to Becky's orgy the other night. Joyce wore a cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and nothing underneath. There was some light touching between those three ladies and a little kissing, but there was also just a lot of talking and sipping of their drinks, so it certainly didn't look like things were progressing along. 

"All of a sudden the three women stripped and headed for the middle of the living room. They moved a coffee table out of the way, and Becky announced, 'Let's get this orgy started,' in a loud blusterous voice. Cheers arose from the crowd. The three of them got on the floor and started eating each other. Their tongues were exploring everywhere. There was none of the long, slow foreplay or fondling that usually starts with women having sex with one another. They went right for it. Becky started on the bottom, Maryanne got on top into a 69 position. Joyce moved to Maryanne's behind and started rimming her ass with her tongue while the other two ate each other. This went on for some time. They changed positions, but basically it was an oral fest. While those three girls were busy licking and probing each other with their tongues, Frank, Steve, and Bob were standing near them watching. They stripped naked and had their cocks in their hands. They were soon masturbating to the all girl scene on the floor."

I made sure I emphasized the word "masturbating" as I painted her the picture of this opening scene. I wanted to let her know that at these orgies people were often masturbating while watching the action. I was determined to get her to attend one of these lake orgies. 

"Margret, she's a plump blonde, you might know her," I continued.

"Yes, she lives across the lake... nice woman," Susan said.

"She was getting fucked up the ass by Bill on the couch while the all girl three-way was going on. Bill has this huge dick, and he had a hard time getting all of it up her ass."

"What were you doing while all this was going on?" Susan asked as her hand started drifting down to her panties.

"At that exact moment, I was shoving my cock in Margret's mouth while Bill was fucking her up the ass," I said.

"So, there were two three-ways going on simultaneously?" She asked in a husky voice as her fingers were now working her clit under her panties.

"At least two," I said. "I think there was another three-way happening in the kitchen. I thought I heard someone announce that Lisa, Tom, and Jack were getting it on in the kitchen."

As I continued my story of the details of last night's orgy, Susan removed her panties and bra and proceeded to masturbate in front of me. Susan's right hand worked her clit while her left hand roamed her body, caressing various spots as her hand wandered to what must have been her erogenous zones. Her left hand fingers lightly caressed her waist under her ribs and between her hips. She drifted her left hand past her hip around to the small of her back and lightly massaged the spot where her buttocks and back met. Then her hand drifted to the inside of her thighs and down to the underside of her knees. I took a mental note of her hot spots.

Susan looked lustfully at me the whole time while she played with herself. At first, knowing how shy she was, I thought she was looking for some sign of approval from me. But I soon realized, it turned her on having someone watch her masturbate. She didn't know just how turned on it made her until that day when she was on her couch in front of me with her hands making love to her body. Her eyes had that "come fuck me look," and her mouth was gaped open slightly. She was breathing out her mouth a little heavier than normal.

I continued.

"The all girl three-way on the floor gradually turned into a six way pile on. Frank, Steve, and Bob got so horny stroking their cocks watching the girls that they wanted in on some of the action."

My own cock started to rise as I recited the events of last night.

"By the time those guys wanted in with the girls, Joyce was on the bottom, Becky was sitting on her face, and Maryanne was lying on the floor eating Joyce. Steve got down behind Maryanne and started licking her ass checks. This got her to lift herself up on her knees. Steve then proceeded to eat her from behind while he continued to stroke his cock. Frank stuck his cock in Becky's face, and she took him in and sucked him loud and sloppily. Bob knelt on his knees and stuck his cock in between Maryanne's face and Joyce's pussy. Maryanne was alternating between sucking Bob's cock and eating Joyce." 

I heard some moans now coming from Susan as she picked up the pace with her right hand on her clit. Her left hand was also between her legs now, three of her fingers working her cunt. 

"Tell me more," she hissed at me in a husky breathless voice.

I continued again describing the lusty debauchery I experienced last night. 

"Maryanne moved away from Joyce's pussy, and Bob slid in between her legs. Joyce opened her legs wide, and Bob drove his cock home. Maryanne and Steve moved into a 69 position with Maryanne on top sucking his cock like it was her last meal. Frank got on the floor and Becky impaled herself on his big tool," I said, my own voice getting husky now.

When I got to the part about Becky's double penetration with Frank and Steve, Susan came loudly with her hand working her clit in a fury. I noticed her other hand reached around her backside, and she played with her anus with her middle finger. I knew she liked a little action back there the other day when I tried to slip a finger in her ass. Susan really wanted to let herself go. She just needed the right situation. 

I thought she had enough of the story, so I stopped relating the events of last night, but she asked if there was more as she continued fingering her clit. She could have multiple orgasms, and I could tell she had no plans on stopping yet. I continued telling her the various sexual pairings that went on last night with explicit detail. Susan worked herself into another three orgasms as she listened to me tell of the other sexual antics that went on at Frank's orgy. 

Watching her masturbate in front of me and relating the scenes from last night got my sore, tired cock hard as a rock again. By the time I was done telling Susan the events that unfolded the previous night, I had taken my shorts off and was stroking my cock. When Susan came down off her latest orgasm, I got out of the chair and moved over to her. She opened her legs wide, and I positioned my cock head at her cunt's entrance. She had a lost-in-lust look on her face. Her eyes were begging me to shove my cock into her. I drove my cock deep into her love hole and fucked her as hard as I've ever fucked anyone in my life.

She loved it. The harder I pounded her, the more she moaned. I had her drooling at one point. Her head was cocked to one side, her eyes rolled back in her eye sockets, her mouth was open, and she drooled - lost in lust. She had orgasm after orgasm as I pounded her wet cunt. I fucked so many times last night that it took me a while to build to my own orgasm. This delay just kept Susan in ecstasy. When I did cum, it was huge. We both bucked and shivered for what seemed like three minutes. 

After we both calmed down from that intense fuck, we cleaned up. As we were getting dressed she said, "That was some story. It sounded like a hot orgy." 

"It was, you should come to the next one. Maryanne's turn is Tuesday night," I said in an encouraging tone.

"I don't know, Patrick, I'm not sure I'm ready," she said.

"You just masturbated in front of me, and it looked like you enjoyed it," I said trying to persuade her.

"I feel safe around you," she said.

"I'll be there," I reminded her. 

"You'll be off fucking someone else," she said sarcastically. 

"You can follow me around and just watch. If you want, you can masturbate and get yourself off while watching me."

"I kinda want to," she said. "But how would it look, me just suddenly showing up after all these years of not approving of their parties? Not to mention the skinny dipping and other public displays around here." 

"It would look like you are ready to have fun now. You weren't ready before. Look, they all want you to join in the fun. They've been waiting for you. I'm sure all the guys and girls have been lusting after you. At the very least, they'd want another body, someone they haven't had before," I said bluffing as if I was an orgy pro. "Becky told me she's been trying to get into your pants for years. So there..." I let slip.

"She did? What else did you and Becky have to say about me?" 

"That was it. I swear. It was one of the days shortly after I got here, and before we started anything together. You came down to swim in your bikini, and Becky and I were sitting at the dock naked. We had just finished our swim. I was looking at you because you're so fucking hot, and Becky noticed me eying you. It's just a thing you might say to someone, like - good luck, I've been trying for years. Nothing malicious was meant by it. Look, you should be flattered. Becky wants to fuck you. Even if you don't swing that way, it must at least flatter you in some small way." I didn't know if I was saving myself or digging a deeper hole. 

"Becky really wants to get into my pants?" she asked with an inquisitive tone.

"Scouts honor," I said holding my hand up with the scout sign. "Have you ever had another woman?"

"One time when I was a young girl, my friend Kate and I experimented. My mother caught us in a 69 on my bed. All hell broke loose. I was practically dragged to a nunnery by my hysterical mother. I had to go to confession every day for a month. Kate was banned from being my friend. Our mothers did everything in their power to hush it up so our precious little reputations wouldn't be tarnished." 

"That might be the source of your problems," I said to her seriously. 

"No doubt," she said. I moved in and gave her a hug, and she cried in my arms. After a few moments, she started to laugh. It was the kind of laugh that comes on you, after a cry, once you become relieved of some burden.

"I think about eating another woman's pussy all the time," she finally said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, I love men. I love cock. I just want to see if it was as nice as is was when Kate and I did it that one time."

"You should most certainly give it another try," I said. "What do you have to lose? If you don't like it, don't do it ever again. 

Think about Maryanne's party this Tuesday," I said to her as I left her cottage for mine.

The next morning I awoke, brewed coffee, and headed down the dock in front of my cottage. Becky was swimming naked as usual. I was already naked and jumped in to the lake. Becky and I exchanged greetings and swam together as we had every morning since I arrived at Orgasm Pond. When we finished our swim, we took residency up in our favorite chairs overlooking the lake. We chatted about Frank's orgy the other night, and just basic chit-chat, nothing serious.

Before long, Susan came down to the lake like she did every morning this week when Becky and I were there. She was dressed in her red bikini. She stopped in front of us and said good morning as usual. Then she did something I didn't see coming. She reached around and unclasped her bikini top and let it drop. She then pulled her bottoms off and jumped in the lake nude. Becky looked over at me in astonishment, and her jaw just about hit the dock. She knew I had been fucking Susan, but I had not told Becky about Susan and I skinny dipping on Paradise Lake the other day.

"What have you done with our Susan?" she cried with a smile.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Come on, spill it. What have you been up to with her?"

"I might have been working on trying to get her to come around," is all I said.

"Well, keep it up. Whatever you're doing, it's working," she bellowed.

Susan swam her usual laps back and forth from the dock out to a swim float. When she finished, she climbed out of the lake and toweled off in front of us. She sat in the chair she usually occupied, but this time she was nude. We chatted in the early morning sun for about fifteen minutes. Then Susan suddenly picked up her chair and moved it to face Becky and me. She motioned me to move my chair back, and so I slid my chair back a few feet. Becky saw this new arrangement and moved her chair to face Susan. We were now in a semicircle arrangement on the dock. Becky and I thought nothing of it, we assumed Susan was tired of talking to the lake and wanted to face the people she was talking to. 

Susan then suddenly spread her legs open, scooting her ass to the edge of the chair and draping her legs over the arms of the chair. She moved her hand to her pussy and started fingering herself.

"Patrick tells me you want to eat my pussy," she said, looking right at Becky.

Becky's jaw hit the dock. She was speechless the moment Susan spread her legs and moved her hand to her crotch, but after Susan mentioned I had told her Becky wanted her, that's when Becky's jaw dropped. Becky was not easily shocked, mind you.

After a moment, Becky picked her jaw up off the dock and crawled over to Susan. She moved between her legs and started cooing. She started blowing lightly on Susan's pussy. 

"Why yes, I did tell Patrick I've been trying to get into your pants," she said all the while eying Susan's cunt like she was starving and Susan's cunt was an ice cream sundae.

Becky reached her hands up and cupped them around Susan's vulva. She massaged her outer lips with her fingers as her thumbs probed the folds of Susan's pussy lips.

"What a beautiful pussy you have, Susan. Why have you kept this from me for so long?"

With that Becky dove in and lapped up Susan's cunt like she was savoring her last act of cunnilingus on this earth. It didn't take long before Susan was quivering in orgasm. But this was just the prelude, what she really wanted to do was eat Becky's pussy. She hadn't tasted pussy since that time when she was a young girl. The time her mother caught her and shamed her so. This was a long time coming for Susan. She needed to eat Becky's pussy. She got up from her chair and put her arms under Becky's armpits and guided Becky back to her chair. Becky got the hint and spread her legs and draped them over the chair arms. She scooted her ass to the edge of the seat. Susan knelt down and went in between Becky's legs. She moved her nose up to Becky's cunt and inhaled a deep breath, like she was smelling flowers. Her eyes closed and her head went back as she exhaled an "Ahhhhh" sound. She did it again and again, each time inhaling deeper the aroma between Becky's legs. 

She opened her eyes now and looked longingly at the prize waiting for her between her prey's inner legs. Susan closed her eyes and touched her tongue onto the folds of her neighbor's cunt. She lapped tentatively at first, but soon picked up the pace. The more she ate the pussy before her, the more forceful her tongue became. Soon she was concentrating on Becky's clit with her tongue, licking it, twirling her tongue around it, and nibbling at it. Susan then drove her tongue as deep as she could into Becky's cunt. She used her hands to spread Becky's legs further apart to get in deeper. It was like she was hunting for something with her tongue, hunting for redemption. She lapped and lapped, intoxicated by the taste and smell of another woman's love junction. She moved her attention back to Becky's clit. Becky by now moved her hands, which had been busy tweaking her own nipples, to Susan's head. As her orgasm neared, she held Susan's head in tight to her crotch, grinding her clit against Susan's tongue. Becky moaned loudly. She screamed as she came, announcing her orgasm across the lake. 

When Susan got up, her knees were weak and red from kneeling on the dock. She rushed to me, and I drew her in to my chest. I hugged her tightly. Tears ran down her face as she looked up into my eyes. We kissed passionately for a long time. 

Becky saw that we were engrossed in something emotional and excused herself. I'm sure she wanted to thank Susan for her orgasm or say something encouraging to Susan, not just leave, but with Susan's tears and the two of us locked in a never ending passionate kiss, she did the right thing by leaving us alone. 

"I want to attend the next orgy," Susan said with tears streaking down her face after our long passionate kiss. I smiled and hugged her tightly. Susan's head buried in my chest, she shivered as if she'd seen a ghost. 

The next day and a half, until Maryanne's party on Tuesday, I had no sex. I needed to recharge. Friday's orgy at Frank's house was insane, and I had blown my wad five times at that party. Then the next day at Susan's I fucked her silly after she masturbated in front of me while I recited the antics of Frank's orgy. My cock was sore and tired. I told Susan I was off limits until the orgy on Tuesday.

Susan and I spent the rest of Sunday and Monday together. We went for walks and just hung out reading and talking. We cooked together and had candle light dinners out by the water.

As Tuesday evening came, Susan confided in me that she was both excited and scared to be going to the orgy.

"Are you backing out?" I asked. 

"No, just nervous, I guess." 

I hugged her, kissed her, and assured her she would be fine. I told her if she wasn't comfortable at the orgy and wanted to leave at any time, we would. 

We headed over to Maryanne's at 6:00 P.M. Susan was dressed in the skimpiest thing she had, which was a little black dress. I told her not to wear panties. It would make her feel sexier, and when the sex started, she could just lift her dress. She wouldn't need to concern herself with her underwear. I wore my usual, shorts, no underwear, and a Hawaiian shirt. 

Earlier that day, I talked to Becky about her talking to the rest of the swinging group regarding Susan's presence at the orgy. I wanted Susan to feel welcome and not self conscious. I told Becky that Susan may not participate. She may just masturbate while watching everyone else. Becky called everyone and they all agreed not to bounce on Susan, to let her find her own way at the party. Susan's actions and words were to guide how everyone else interacted with her.

Maryanne's party started as usual, everyone hanging out talking, laughing, and sipping drinks. Susan hung close to me during this stage of the orgy. We made the rounds and chatted it up with everyone. Susan was good at small talk. She felt right at home conversing with her neighbors about non-sexual topics. In between conversations though, I could tell she was nervous. She kept biting her lower lip as her eyes darted around the room.

Maryanne, the host, decided not to wear her usual see through blouse and skirt. She wore a cup-less, and crotchless Baby Doll with high heels. During the beginning of the party, the part where everyone was still dressed, chatting, and drinking, she flaunted her practically naked body. Her breasts were right out there, uncovered and pushed up by the lingerie. Her ass and pussy were on full display as well. She rubbed her breasts on her guest's arms as she chatted. When she made her way to Susan and I, she was all over me. Maryanne rubbed her breasts on my arms and cooed softly as the three of us chatted. Susan was licking her lips staring at Maryanne's breasts, pussy, and ass. I saw this and thought, Susan might not be simply watching tonight. She was so moved after she ate Becky out the other day on the dock, it really opened up the flood gates emotionally for her. I could see she was lusting after Maryanne. She wanted another woman tonight.




On Orgasm Pond



This was not lost on Maryanne. She rubbed herself on Susan and reached up under her little black dress to massage Susan's ass. 

"Oh... I see we are missing some panties here," she cooed at Susan. Maryanne's fingers danced their way to Susan's crotch and slipped in for a moisture test. Maryanne took her wet finger to her mouth and tasted Susan's nectar and said, "Sweet, just as I've imagined," as she stared lustfully into Susan's eyes.

Everyone else saw what was going on between Maryanne and Susan. The others in the room were trying not to stare. They didn't want to make Susan nervous. As they continued to talk and sip their drinks, I could see them stealing glances at Susan while Maryanne appeared to be seducing her.

Normally at these orgies when the first sexual act started, the rest of the group watched for a while before everyone got into the act. As the rest of the group watched the lead in act, some would start disrobing and playing with themselves, while others simply cheered from the sidelines. But this time the group gave Susan space to feel comfortable. 

Becky saw what was going on, and she took the lead in distracting the rest of the group. She got everyone's attention as she stripped off her see-through orgy dress and grabbed for Bill's huge cock. Once she had his cock out of his pants and hard, Becky snapped her fingers and pointed to Bill's cock to get everyone to watch as she went down on him. This distraction gave Maryanne and Susan some privacy as they got started.

Maryanne kissed Susan, tenderly at first. Soon the two were locked in a long passionate kiss. I decided to stay with Susan. I moved to her back and unzipped her little black dress and pulled it off her shoulders. Maryanne pulled her lips away from Susan long enough to help me get Susan out of her dress. Susan had that lustful look in her eyes now, and I knew we had moved past the point of no return.

Maryanne lay Susan down on the couch and proceeded to kiss her way softly and sensually down her body. She finally made it to the promised land between Susan's legs. Once there, Maryanne began to expertly eat her cunt. I removed my cloths and nudged my cock into Susan's face. She eagerly sucked me in. . As I looked around the room, the others were in various stages of undress and oral action. I could see they were stealing looks in our direction. Becky's diversion only worked for so long. Susan hadn't noticed the others stealing glances at her as she was busy sucking my cock and lost in lust as Maryanne licked her pussy.

After about ten minutes, Joyce came over and tapped Maryanne on the shoulders and said, "May I cut in?"

Maryanne got up and Joyce took her place at Susan's cunt. So much for giving her space. Everyone was so eager to get a taste of Susan, the only neighbor they hadn't tasted yet. 

One by one, everyone came over and took their turn eating Susan. It was like a receiving line at a wedding. Much to my amazement, Susan didn't mind at all. In fact, she got very excited and had an orgasm with just about every person that took their turn eating her. Her pussy was sopping wet as she got into her multiple orgasm cycle. Maryanne came back for seconds, and said, "I didn't get a chance to make you cum earlier, honey. I'm back to get my share of your sweet cunt juice."

As some were taking their turn eating Susan's pussy, others were taking their turn at Susan's mouth. All the guys were sticking their cocks in her mouth, and the ladies were sitting on her face as their turn came up. The entire orgy spontaneously became dedicated to Susan. She was the center of everyone's attention. As the night progressed, the guys were blowing their wad in her mouth, and she attempted to swallow all of their cum. Any sperm that dribbled out of her mouth, one of the other ladies was there to lick it off Susan's face. 

Susan was extremely turned on by all this attention. After an hour of this Susan worship, she got up and announced, "I need a cock in my pussy. Bill, bring that big dick of yours over here." Susan shoved Bill down on the couch where she had been lying and took Bill's cock in her mouth to get it hard. As soon as Bill was hard, she positioned her cunt over his big dick and started working it into her pussy. She moaned and groaned as she slowly got the whole thing in, and then proceeded to ride him like a bucking bronco.

Susan suddenly yelled out to me, "Patrick, I need a cock in my ass."

I wanted to make sure I was the first person in Susan's ass, so I quickly made my way to her rear. I started licking her ass with my tongue and working a finger into her. Soon I had two fingers in using my saliva as lubrication. Maryanne knew Susan would need some real lube, so she went and found some of hers and brought it over. Maryanne lubed up my cock. She also poured some lube on Susan's hole and worked it in her anus with her fingers. Susan still had Bill's big cock in her cunt. He slowed down his thrusts when I started getting Susan's ass ready. He was considerate of the situation and wanted to make sure her first time with anal was successful. Susan was about to experience two firsts, her maiden venture into anal, and it was going to be a DP. 

I climbed on the couch and positioned myself between Bill's legs. Bill moved his left leg off the couch so it dangled off the upholstery with his knee bent and his foot on the floor. This gave me more room to get between his legs and position myself to enter Susan's ass. Maryanne guided my cock to Susan's waiting hole. I pushed gently against her virgin ass, It was very tight.

"Relax, your sphincter. Relax and open your hole wide. It won't hurt as bad," I said. Susan did as I instructed, and I soon popped the head of my cock past her cherry hole. I slowly worked my shaft into her ass. I could feel Bill's big dick in her cunt as I worked my way into her bowels. As soon as I was all the way in, I nodded to Bill who resumed thrusting in and out of her cunt from below. I moved in unison with Bill. 

Soon the three of us were moving as one as we worked this three-way fuck up in intensity. Susan was cumming and cumming. She slipped again into her multiple orgasm stream. Bill and I were holding on for dear life as Susan took charge. Before long she started doing all the work. We just lay there and supplied the tools. She thrust and bucked her way to several more orgasms as Bill's and mine were building. Bill started groaning first, and I knew he was close. I once again started thrusting my cock in and out of her ass as my climax neared. Bill looked up at me, and I looked at him for the right cue to let loose. We waited for Susan to crest her next wave, and then I gave Bill the nod and started ramming my cock in and out of her ass. Bill too thrusted in and out of her cunt from below. The three of us came together in one hell of an orgasm.

We all collapsed into one big heap of bodies until Susan said she was getting crushed, so I pulled out of Susan's ass and Susan climbed off of Bill's cock. Becky saw this and said, "Bring that jizim over here, honey," as she laid herself down on the other couch. Susan moved over to Becky and straddled her face. She had a few more small orgasms left in her as she mopped Becky's face with her semen filled cunt. Becky ate and lapped at her friend's wet sloppy hole. Bill's semen dribbled out of her and into Becky's mouth. Susan quaked and quivered her last few remaining orgasms of the night on Becky's face. 

The next morning I awoke with Susan's head on my chest. Last night's orgy was one for the record books. Susan and I slept together in my bed. It was the first time we slept together. I mean really slept.

As we lay there, I thought Susan was still asleep, but soon she said, "I must have looked really slutty last night. Do you still love me?"

"I think I love you more," I said. 

A minute passed. Then what I had just said to her hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, wait... How did you trap me like that? How did you know I was falling in love with you?"

"A woman knows," was all she said. She didn't add anything else to that. She left me wondering how she felt. It had only been a little over a week since we met, so I couldn't expect her to have feelings for me, but the love word did come up. My head was spinning. Did I say the wrong thing?

Then after what seemed like an eternity, she said, "I'm failing in love with you too. Just in case you were wondering." Her head was still on my chest, and her body naked, spooned next to mine.

"It hasn't even been two weeks. How is it that we are falling so hard for one another?" I asked her.

"I don't know, but it's happening, so let's not fuck it up." 

Epilogue:

For the rest of my stay at Loon Cottage on Orgasm Pond, Susan and I were inseparable. She moved into my cottage and every day we made love, cooked, talked, and lay in each other's arms. We went for hikes in the mountains, canoed, swam, and read books. We even made a return trip to Paradise Lake. We attended all the orgies we were invited to, which was all of them. Everyone loved Susan now. Susan let loose and her wild side came out at each orgy. 

We talked to each other about our pasts, filling in all the little details. I learned that Susan taught school in Albany about two and half hour's drive from the lake. She purchased her cottage when she was in her twenties. She had just inherited a large sum from her father's untimely death. Her father, mother, and her use to come up to the Adirondacks often to vacation during her youth. She had a soft spot in her heart for the area and had always wanted a summer place on the water up there. During Susan's first summer at the lake, she found out about the licentious ways of her neighbors. She said she wasn't going to participate, but she wasn't going to let what other people did push her out either. Little did she know then that she would someday be joining them. 

She had never been married, but had several long term relationships. Two of them got close to marriage. There was talk of it, but no proposal. She believes the lake had something to do with each of her previously broken relationships. She said her boyfriends would see what was going on at the lake, and, even though they themselves weren't invited to the orgies without Susan, she believes she started looking too prudish in her boyfriend's eyes. 

I quit my job and found another one in Albany in my field. I swore I wouldn't make the same mistake and work my life away. In my new job, I gave an honest day's work for an honest day's pay, and nothing more. 

Susan and I moved in together and soon were married. When we were in Albany, we lived as any other normal married couple, no threesomes, no group sex, and no orgies. During the summers, Susan took up residency at the lake once school was out. I took all my vacation time there, and when I wasn't on vacation I came up every Friday and left for work from the lake early Monday morning. We picked up where we left off the year before with our lake neighbors, orgies every weekend, sometimes weekdays too. Occasionally, a threesome or foursome with some of the neighbors between orgies. 

It's been four years now since that fateful summer I rented Loon Cottage from Becky. My life with Susan is blissful and our summers are filled with ecstasy. 

We often wonder how long the orgies can go on as our neighbors around the lake age. We don't know the answer to that question, but we sure are going to love finding out. We vowed to be one of the last ones standing or fucking as it were. 

Susan said she'll write a book when that day comes: "The Last Orgy on Orgasm Pond."



On Our Honeymoon



My wife and I have been happily married for over 10 years - she is truly my best friend and my soul mate. What happened on our honeymoon set the tone for a very interesting lifestyle for us.

We had a huge wedding, and after the reception we did not get home until almost 2am. We were exhausted. We ended up falling asleep minutes after we got home. The next morning, we had to rush out of the house to go to the airport for our flights to Hawaii. There were major weather issues on the west coast, and we ended up being delayed out of San Francisco. Again - we did not get into our hotel room until well past midnight and we were so tired we could barely see straight. Then, we ended up oversleeping the next morning, and had to rush out of our room to catch a 1/2 day booze cruise/snorkel cruise we pre-booked ahead of time. Still no sex!

The cruise was amazing, though. One of the workers on the boat, Marco, was paying a lot of attention to my wife. It was kind of fun to see them flirt back and forth - and of course the more "rum punch" my wife had, the more flirty she became. As we were leaving the boat at the end of the day, Marco asked where we were staying. I told him the name of our hotel and I decided to tell him that he was more than welcome to stop by and have a drink with us if he wanted. I did not expect anything to become of that invitation, but I could not believe it when Marco showed up about an hour later at the hotel lounge where my wife and I were having a drink. He sat at the table with us, and the 3 of us had a great time together. As it started to get dark, I told Marco that the view from our balcony at sunset was supposed to be amazing, and Marco said he would love to see it.

It probably looked a bit odd as we all got up to leave - a young white couple, meeting a black guy at the bar, and then leaving with him! lol

Honestly though - even as we walked to our room, I thought it was just an innocent fun kind of thing. But when Marco and my wife were sitting on the bed together, I got the idea that something more could be in store for all of us.

Marco was talking about what it was like to work on the boat - and how some of the European women will just go around topless like it's no big deal. I decided to make a joke to my wife and asked her "I think you should pretend you are from Europe, honey" - and she was in just the right mood to agree to that. Marco's eyes got so big as he saw my wife take her bikini top off. It got real quiet real quick in the room.

For a few minutes, Marco just stared at my wife's creamy white breasts, until eventually his dark hand went up to touch one. My wife asked me "is this ok??" and I assured her it was. Soon Marco had both breasts in his hands, and he leaned in to start sucking on them. My wife's nipples are VERY sensitive, and in no time she was moaning softly. Her hand naturally started to rub Marco - and at the same time, Marco kissed his way up my wife's neck to her lips. I was there watching my wife make out with a black guy, topless, in our hotel room, and on our honeymoon no less!

My wife realized what was about to happen - and she broke away from kissing Marco and told him "my husband and I have not even had sex yet - and it's our honeymoon!" Marco simply said not to worry, and that I could have my turn after he was done. As Marco moved down to remove my wife's bottoms, my wife asked me again if I was sure I was O.K. with this. I just told her to enjoy herself, and boy did she ever.

It was like I was not even there in a way...my wife and Marco went at it like long-time lovers. Marco's cock was massive, and she told him to go slow at first so she could get used to its size.

He was only 1/2 way in when my wife yelled out to me "oh god - he is so BIG!". But once her body adjusted to it, she was in heaven. I know my wife will orgasm with me if she works at it hard enough - with Marco it just happened. Repeatedly. He was doing more for my new bride sexually than I could ever hope to do for her.

My wife could not stop moaning - every now and then she would look at me and say "Honey, I love you" then go back to making love to Marco. To see her very white Irish body wrapped around the strong, black body of Marco was beautiful to see. He had amazing stamina - he was like a machine. I was SO impressed. After about 45 minutes of banging my wife, I could tell he was just about at the point of no return. I asked him to pull out of my wife when he came but Marco did not listen to me. Moments later he arched his back and unloaded his cum deep inside my bride. Marco consummated our marriage for me - and I could not have asked for anything better for her. 

After a few more minutes of passionate kissing, Marco got off the bed and told me I could have her now. My wife was laying on her back, her legs still spread open, and her pussy was gaping wide open and overflowing with Marco's semen. It just seemed natural for me to go down and start licking her - and I could not believe how aroused I was to be tasting him. As Marco got dressed, he encouraged me to get every drop I could, and came over and kissed my wife one last time before leaving. She made him promise to stop by again to help celebrate our honeymoon, and he promised he would. I never thought it would be possible, but I was more in love with my wife after Marco finished with her, than I have ever been. 

The rest of our honeymoon was wonderful. Marco did stop by on our last day there to give my wife one last wedding "present" as he called it. It was not as special as that first time, he basically bent her over the bed and took her from behind. And yes - I had clean up duty when he was done, although Marco had me clean his cock off as well this time. What was kind of fun, was when he walked with us to wait for a taxi to take us to the airport. My wife and Marco could not stop kissing each other! The looks we got from other couples was priceless - especially when my wife and I got into a cab and said "it was nice meeting you!" lol

But knowing another man's cum was inside my wife as we flew home, was kind of exciting to think about. 

When we got home, we talked about if/when my wife should ever have sex another man again. We both admitted it was very exciting for both of us, but we did not want to make it a regular thing.

So - we agreed on once a year...and guess what day we decided on?

Our anniversary date! 

So, every year on "our" special day, we find another guy (usually black) to have sex with my wife. We have used the same guy now for the past 4 years - and he has been great. He knows what we want, he knows it's just a once-a-year treat for her, and he is super cool about it all. Even when I go down on my wife after he pulls out, he is understanding. We are so lucky to be able to share something so intimate between us.

I am probably one of the few guys who will never, ever forget my wife and my anniversary! lol 

Thank you Marco, for starting our married life together in a fantastic way.



On Our Own Time Now



Martin and I spent a wonderful evening the previous week. After meeting for the first time at a hotel in Reston, Virginia, we went to his house and had our first time man with man sex. I sucked my first cock and was rewarded with my first mouth full of cum. Then I made love to Martin. No, I fucked him. However, most of our contact was very sensuous and passionate. I love our holding and kissing especially. I thought about him all week long. Even when I was having great sex with my wife, I knew the hardness of my cock was due to my thinking of Martin sometimes. We talked a couple of times on the phone and decided to play some golf on Saturday. I couldn't wait to see him.

Saturday came and we met at South Riding Golf Course. We shook hands but we knew the shake meant more. I wanted to kiss him, but...well, it was in the golf course parking lot. We got paired with another twosome and had a fun round. He was a little better than me but I didn't mind. I have gotten beaten before. We finished the round and stopped in the clubhouse for a beer.

"Well, that was fun. Except my putting sucked." He said sipping his beer.

"You sucked? Hell, I could not hit an approach shot if you paid me. I keep getting worse the more I play." I replied.

He smiled and said, "You seem to be able to get it in the hole when you want to."

I laughed but got a twitch in my groin. "So, want to come over to my house and watch a little college football?" He said staring directly into my eyes.

"Sure, I don't have anything planned and my wife is off shopping with her girlfriend. With dinner, she won't be home until 8:00 tonight." I said putting my scorecard in my pocket. We went out to the parking lot, loaded up the cars and I followed him out onto Route 50. We turned on Rt. 28 and then over to Route 7 to 123 and Mclean. I listened to some oldies on the radio but was thinking about Martin's cock. We finally pulled into his neighborhood and parked. While we walked to his condo together, we a little small talk. He opened the door and let me go in first. Once he closed the door, we could not wait. He pulled me to him and pressed his mouth to mine. I could not get my tongue far enough in his mouth. He cupped my ass as we leaned against the wall in his foyer. We ground our hard cocks against each other. I was so fucking hot I could have cum right then.

"I missed and thought about you all week." He said breaking our kiss.

"Me too." I replied giving him another brief kiss on his luscious lips.

We broke away from each other and walked into his kitchen. He got out two glasses, put some ice in them and poured about two fingers of single malt scotch in it. He handed me a glass, we tapped them together and then took a sip of that warm manna from heaven. As I let the liquid gold seep down my throat, we left the kitchen and walked in the living room. I plopped down on the couch and he turned on the tv. As he bent over to get the remote, his pants stretched tight against his wonderful ass. That wonderful ass I had my tongue and cock in. He returned to the couch, sat down and clicked the tv on. After channel searching, he found the Maryland game. I hate Maryland, but I knew we were not going to be watching much football; unless it was my feet fondling his balls.

He leaned over and kissed my lightly. "I'm glad you are here." He said sipping his drink."

"Me too. I cannot get last weekend out of my mind. It was some of the hottest sex I have ever had. My first time with a girl was pretty hot, but that lasted only an hour and I came without much loving." I replied to him.

"I loved your cock in my ass." He said putting his hand on my thigh. "It hurt at first. But when you finally had all of your cock in my ass, it was so good. And when I came just by you fucking me, Wow, that was the best."

I put my drink down and reached over and took his glass from him and sat it down. I pulled him to me and brought my lips to his. He leaned back on the couch and we began some very hot kissing. I licked his lips and teeth. I pushed my tongue in and out of his mouth while holding his head. He moaned and sucked my tongue between his wet lips. He slid his hand down and between my legs. I parted my legs so he could get to my cock. He grasped and caressed my cock through my pants. My cock was straining to get out of my pants. I wanted him to suck me. I pulled away from him and stood up. "Get up." I said. He got up and stood in front of me. "Now kneel down." I said pushing on his shoulders.

He knelt in front of me and starred up at me. I slowly undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down. I stepped out of them and threw them on the floor. "Take off my shoes and socks." I said. He pulled my docksiders off and then my socks. I stood there in my shirt and briefs. He looked at my hard cock in my briefs. He started to reach out for it. "No, you just kneel there." I said brushing his hand away.

I reached down and rubbed my cock through my briefs. It felt good and my hard shaft pressed against the material. I was going to tease him and make him hot for my cock. I slowly pulled the waistband down and my cock popped out and then slapped back against my stomach. Martin just starred at my cock and then I saw his tongue lick his lips. I moved close to him and pushed my cock down. I rubbed it on his forehead and then across the cheeks. I pushed it towards his mouth and brushed it against his lips. "Push your tongue out." I said as I moved my cock back towards his mouth. I rubbed my cock against his tongue. "Lick me. No, do not touch me with your hands." I said as he tried to reach up and grasp my cock. He began to lick the head of my cock each time I brought it near his mouth. I lifted my cock up and told him. "Lick my balls." He licked and kissed my balls. "Put one in your mouth." I said pressing closer.

He moved his mouth under my balls and drew one between his lips. It was exciting to see the him down there sucking my balls. It was hot commanding someone to eat my balls. He held my ball in my mouth and ran his tongue around it. He was moaning as he made love to my balls. I slowly backed away and brought my cock back to his mouth. "Now, suck my cock." He opened his mouth and I pushed my cock between his lips. His tongue began to lick and caress it. His mouth was like a warm cavern. He sucked more and more of my cock into his mouth until I felt the back of throat. I held his head and began to slowly mouth fuck him. I kept talking to him to keep him hot. "Do you love my cock? Do you like me fucking your face? Do you want my hot cum filling your mouth?"

He just moaned and continued to suck me. "Ok, you can touch me now." I said releasing his head. He reached up and began holding my shaft. He devoured my cock. His hand pumped my skin back and forth on my shaft. He drove his tongue into my small slit in the head. He made love to my cock. As I looked down on him, he opened his mouth wide and pulled my cock deep into his mouth. He took all of me. His lips were pressed against my pubic hair. I felt his tongue actually lick a part of my ball. Wow, I was amazed and very hot. I was getting ready to cum.

"I'm close to cumming. I want you to suck and eat all of my cum. I know you want my cum in your mouth." I said softly. A moan came from the back of his throat. "I want to see my cum shoot in your mouth. Take my cum on your tongue." I continued.

He pulled his mouth off my cock and began to jack my cock. He licked and sucked on the head. The head of my cock was getting very sensitive and was stirring the cum in my balls. "Yes, I'm ready. Martin, eat my cum." 

Martin brought my cock to his lips and opened his mouth. He extended his tongue and continued to stroke my hard cock. My cock expanded and I felt my hot sperm rising through my shaft. The first spurt hit both his upper lip and covered his tongue. It was very creamy and thick. He kept his mouth open and the second spurt shot straight into his mouth. He closed quickly, swallowed and opened just as the next spurt erupted. This hit is lips again. A thick string of cum hung from his upper lip and dripped onto his extended tongue. He clamped his lips around the head of my cock and continued to stroke my cock and suck the remaining cum from my cock. As he ate me he was sighing and moaning. It was an awesome sight.

My sperm subsided and my cock began to soften. He held my cock in his mouth and continued to milk me. He licked, sucked and swallowed me. As my cock slipped from his lips, he licked the sticky soft skin. My cum was on his lips and his chin. His eyes were in a glassy state of ecstasy. His mouth looked like a satisfied pussy. Freshly fucked. He looked up at me with my cum covering his mouth and face. I knelt down and leaned in and licked some of my cum from his chin. I then took his face in my hands and softly kissed him. My tongue tasted his cum covered tongue and mouth. Our lips were sticky with sperm. He held me very tight as he kissed me. We finally lay down on the carpet and just looked up at the ceiling. As we lay beside each other, he reached down and held my soft sticky cock.

"I would love to have your cock and cum in my mouth all the time." He said breathing very hard. "I loved the feel of your cock in my mouth and when your cum filled my mouth, I almost came myself. You taste so good. So hot, so sweet."

"I can't believe you took all of my cock in your mouth. You actually had all of my cock up to my balls." I said as I ran my hand across his chest. 

"Let's take a shower." He said getting up. I followed him to his bedroom and began taking off my shirt and my cum soaked briefs. He took his clothes off and headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower water running. "It's warm." He shouted out.

I walked into his huge bathroom and stepped into the large shower/tub. He was under the shower and I moved up behind him. I pressed my body against his and reached around to hold him. My cock was against his wonderful ass. I kissed his neck as the water ran down between our bodies. He turned around and our cocks brushed against each other. We began to get hard again. He kissed me and pressed his cock against me. His hands slid down my back and gripped my wet ass. I was really getting hot. The shower made our bodies wet and when I kissed him, his mouth and lips were coated with warm water. I reached around and gasped each of his ass cheeks and pulled him to me. Even in the hot water, my nipples were hard. This was so fucking hot. Holding his naked wet body and pushing my tongue in his mouth was erotic. I wanted to suck his cock, eat his come and fuck him. I wanted to just be with and in him.

"Sean, hand me that soap." He said pointing to the tray. I gave him the soap and he rubbed it against my chest. As the soap lathered up, he spread the suds over my body. He slid his hands over my nipples and pinched them between his fingers. His hands moved down my body until they cupped my balls and half-rigid cock. My cock sprung to life as he lathered up my balls and stroked my shaft. "Turn around." He said turning me with his hands. Once around, he lathered up my shoulders and back. He massaged and washed my back and then moved to my ass. His hands were slick with soap as he caressed my ass cheeks. Then his hand moved up my crack and I felt his finger glide over my asshole. He made several passes up and down my crack until he stopped and pressed his finger against my asshole. I pushed my ass back to give him access to my hole. His finger, coated with soap, eased into my hole. Without any obstruction, his finger went fully into my ass. I felt his lips on my neck.

"Your very tight." He said moving his finger in and out of my ass. His finger was all the way in me. Then he pulled his finger out and pressed a second finger in. Both his fingers slid into my ass. I guess using my wife's vibrator loosened my ass for his fingers. He pushed both fingers fully into my ass. I spread my legs wider and pushed my ass back against his hand. I wanted him to finger fuck me. The shower water hit me on my shoulders and ran down my back to his hand. His fingers became less lubricated with soap and he reached and grabbed the cake of soap. He pushed it between my butt cheeks, coated my ass again and then pushed his fingers in again. He began to finger fuck me with his two fingers while kissing and biting my neck. "Let's get out. I want to fuck you." He said pulling his fingers from my ass. We rinsed off and he reached over and turned the water off. I stepped out, grabbed a towel and handed it to him. I took another one and began to dry off. He smiled at me and leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine. I sucked on his tongue. He broke the kiss, threw his towel on the floor and grabbed my hand. He actually pulled/lead me to the bed.

Once by the bed he pulled me to the bed and fell beside me. He covered my face and neck with kisses. His hands found my cock and stroked me. He was on a mission. He left my face, and slid down to kiss and bite my nipples. He bit them very hard but I liked it. Having gotten my nipples hard, his face moved down to my stomach and then his lips were on my cock. He licked and sucked for a few minutes but then moved further south. 

He pushed my thighs up against my stomach and his mouth moved between my open ass cheeks. I felt his tongue slid up my ass and he began to ream my asshole. My cock was as hard as a rock as he tongue fucked me. He licked and sucked on my hole. His head pulled away from my ass and he let my legs fall back to the bed. He got up, grabbed a bottle of Intensive Care and squeezed a glob of lotion into the palm of his hand. He reached down and coated and stroked his big hard cock. Then he took some of the lotion and ran his hand up my ass crack. He pushed some of the lotion into my ass with his finger, then a second finger. I was ready. I wanted to be his ass.

Throwing the bottle on the bed, he pushed my legs up to my chest and scooted up against my ass. I couldn't wait. I reached down and grabbed his slick cock and pulled it to my asshole. Once the head was against my ass, I let go and just lay back. I waited for him to enter me. I waited to feel his cock slide into my ass. I waited to be really fucked. Starring into my eyes, he pressed forward. My ass accepted the initial push of the head of his cock. But that was it. Once the head of his cock separated my hole, the pain began. I cannot believe the head of his cock was bigger than his two fingers. Well, it was. "Hold it" I said sucking in a breathe. He waited and the pain subsided a little. No matter what, I knew I wanted his big cock in my ass. "Ok." I said in a few moments. He pushed again and the pain just ripped through my ass. The head pushed past my sphincter, and shot a searing pain up my body. I did not yell. I just sucked in my breathe and gritted my teeth together. He knew and stopped. I could not believe the pain. But I wanted to be fucked so bad by him. I just took quick breaths and tried to relax my ass muscles.

Little by little my ass adjusted to the large cock. Martin pushed just a little more and I felt something just loosen. The head of his cock just moved into me. I still felt a little pain, but I also began to feel loose and a little pleasure. "Are you ok?" he asked looking down at me.

"Yes, I feel ok now. The pain was really sharp." I said holding my legs back. "Just go slow right now."

Martin sat on his haunches and the head of his cock was in my virgin ass. He pressed forward a little and his cock moved into me. He was so patient. He was also so fucking big. As he felt my ass accept him, he pushed in a little more. I was feeling nasty. So fucking nasty and so fucking good. Here I was naked on my back and a wonderful guy was shoving his cock in my ass. I put my legs up on his shoulders and reached down and grasped his waist. I pulled him slowly to me. I pulled his cock deeper into me. I wanted to feel his big balls on my ass and his cock buried deep inside my hot ass. I smiled at him as his cock finally filled my ass and his balls rested on my ass. He was so large and I thought I needed to take a shit. But I did not want to let him out.

"You feel so good." I said as he leaned over me. He leaned his head down and kissed me. "Now fuck me." I said when he stopped kissing me. He leaned back and slowly pulled his cock out of me. When the head was almost out, he pushed his cock back it. I just closed my eyes and envisioned myself watching me getting fucked. I could see the head of his cock just at the edge of my asshole and then disappear into me. He began to slowly saw in and out of my ass. "Just fuck me." I said holding on to his sides and pulling him into me. My cock was hard and bounced off my stomach as he began to fuck me. The friction of his cock rubbing me each time he slipped in and out of me felt hot. His cock massaged my prostrate and I knew I was going to cum. My legs began to hurt being pushed up. Now I know how women feel being fucked. It is not very comfortable being bend into a pretzel. I pushed Martin to stop and pulled my legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. That was so much more comfortable.


However, with my legs around his waist, he was not getting deep into me. He wanted more too. He pulled out and rolled me on my left side. He moved to lay beside me and grabbed my right leg and pulled it up. "Put me in." He said as he slid up behind me. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I wiggled my body down until I felt his cock against my asshole. Once pressed against my asshole, the head popped in easily. Then he shoved once and buried his cock fully in my ass. God it felt good. I held my leg up and he began to fuck me. I turned my head a little and he was able to lean over and run his tongue over my lips. Then he kissed me. His cock felt like a log in me. But I was so hot and I knew I was going to cum soon. He slammed his cock in and out of my hole. I could smell his sweat and our sex. It just added to the moment. I was getting fucked. 

Martin reached over and began to stroke my cock as he fucked me. "Your ass is so tight and hot." He said as he ran his hand up and down my cock. He began kissing my neck and ear as he pounded my ass with his stiff cock. I felt my orgasm coming. My ass was loose now that he pounded me with no effort. Our wet bodies made soggy slapping sounds as his cock stretched my hole and massaged my prostrate. His strokes started to become faster and harder. My balls tightened and my cum spurted out my cock onto my stomach and the bed. Martins hand was coated with my hot sperm and he brought his hand to my face and rubbed my cum on my lips. I licked his hand and fingers as he fucked me. He moaned and slammed his cock deep into me. I felt an additional warmth in my ass. He had come. He rotated his hips against me as his cum filled my ass. My asshole was now very slick with lotion and cum. I fell so sated and used. I ran my hand down and drew my fingers through my cum. I picked some up on my fingers and I sucked my own cum off my hand. I reached down and picked up some more and presented my fingers to his mouth. He just opened his mouth and sucked my fingers like licking the icing off a spatula. 

After a few minutes, his cock slipped out of my used ass. I felt his cum ooze out the crack of my ass and onto my thighs. He took his hand and just cupped my ass. My body fluids and his cum were mixed. He rubbed them over my ass, thighs and stomach. I turned onto my back and he held me and kissed me. We smelled of sex and tasted of sex. I wanted him to fuck me again. I actually wanted a bigger cock in me. I wanted more. I wanted cock. I wanted cum. I wanted him to just use me. He pressed his sweaty body against me and our mouths melted together. He cupped my limp cum covered cock with his fingers and ran his tongue around in my mouth. As we kissed I felt the last of his cum ooze out of his cock onto my thigh. I felt so fucking nasty and good. My mind drifted as he continued to massage my cock and nibbled on my wet lips. In a while I knew was would be ready for more...more cock, more cum.