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You Belong to Me Ch. 01

By: MagnoliaMadness



Maria sat in her apartment staring into the void that had become her life. These funks that she seemed to slip into more and more these days were certainly not doing her any favors. It just annoyed her every time she thought of Kevin and his new girlfriend. It wasn't like he technically was hers. They were just friends. She had known him her entire life. Somewhere along the way, he became more than a guy. She started to view him as a man. 

It wasn't a hard thing to do. He was fairly tall, golden skinned as a result of his mixed Anglican and African heritage, and dark haired. His big brown eyes and pouty full lips made the butterflies in her stomach dance every time she glanced at him. He wasn't aware of that, though. Was he? As far as she knew, all he thought about her was that she was his best friend for life. 

It didn't matter, now. He was Angelica's. Hard to believe that he could have such poor taste in a girlfriend. Angelica was such a superficial twit, but Kevin thought she was "hot" and that's all it took.

"Maria!" she heard a voice booming from the other side of her front door. She knew that sexy baritone.

"Kevin.....what the fuck are you doing here?" she asked as she opened the door and pulled him inside.

"I need some advice on my relationship." she heard him slur obviously intoxicated.

"I think you need to sleep it off, hun." She said ushering him toward her bedroom.

She had slept beside him many times before. They had spent the night at each others houses as kids, even crashed each other's dorms in college just to talk problems out, so having him in her bed wouldn't mean a thing.

"She says she wants me to have a better job so I can be prepared to meet her parents." He said pausing for a response.

"Do you think you need a different job?" Maria asked

"Of course not, but love is about compromising isn't it?" he asked as he sat down on her bed.

Love? The words stung her the minute they spilled from his beautiful mouth. How could he love her? They'd only been going out a month or so, and from was she'd seen of Sarah, she was a horrible example of a human being...in a short skirt albeit. "Well, yeah. If you love her, then compromise is important." Maria said shakily.

"I don't know." He said as he kicked his shoes off.

She found it hard to take her eyes away as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a beautifully bronzed chest. He was muscled slightly, a little on the thin side, but very masculine. Her gaze followed the light spattering of jet black chest hair that tapered into a thin line and disappeared beneath the waistline of his jeans. She stood seemingly unable to move as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before sliding them to the floor. His black boxer briefs clung to his narrow hips and to every curve of his muscled thighs. 

Maria could feel the heat of a blush creeping up her neck and face. She turned walked back into her living room unsure of what had come over her. She had seen Kevin in his skivvies before. What was different about tonight? She forced herself to read a novel she had been nursing for a few weeks. He probably needed some alone time to sort out his thoughts and definitely time to sleep off the affects of what appeared to be a rough night at the bar.

The hours seemed to blur together and before she knew it, she had finished the book. With tired eyes and a fatigued body, she knew where she'd have to go. Of course she didn't "have" to go there. She could always sleep on the sofa. But, she'd never miss an opportunity to be next to Kevin. She wanted to smell his manliness. She wanted to feel his warmth beside her.

She tiptoed into her bedroom. He was laying on his back, dark lashes laying in crescents on his cheeks. In that moment, she knew what love was. It was him and her, whether he was aware of it or not. She quickly slipped out of her tee shirt, bra, and jeans, and slipped her sleep shirt over her head.

She crawled into bed beside him and turned off her bedside lamp. The dark oblivion of sleep enveloped her as she sank into her side of her bed.

Some sound in the distance seemed to stir her. Her eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the light of the morning sun seeping in through the window. Immediately, she noticed that she was draped lazily over Kevin. Her head lay on his arm, her hand was splayed possessively over his chest, and her right thigh had slipped dangerously between his.

She was afraid to look, but certain that he was awake. She looked up and stared right into his soulful brown eyes. He didn't say anything, nor did he attempt to free himself from her hold on him. He tilted her head toward his and brushed his lips softly across hers. Instinctively, her hand slid up his chest. 

He leaned in for another kiss, this time taking her bottom lip between his, sucking, and teasing it with his tongue. She returned the kiss, tasting his sweet lip while letting her hand slide back down his torso. She could hear his breathing get heavier with each inch of ground she covered on her journey down his body. 

She let her hand slide over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He was hard and hot. Crazy images of what she could do it his manhood flashed through her mind as she caressed him softly through his underwear. 

She increased the intensity of her sweet torture on him and was rewarded by a quivering intake of breath and a soft moan, which made her insides melt and made her ache for him. His hand went to her exposed thigh. He hiked it higher on his body, pulling her in closer contact with him. His hand slid up the length of her leg, beneath her sleep shirt, and beneath her panties. He grabbed her ass, squeezed it, slid his fingers further and grazed her now soaked pussy lips. She couldn't stop the moan that erupted as a result of the contact.

She knew that this was probably a mistake, but right then, right there, it was right. There was nothing she wanted more than to be filled with emotions for the man she adored, and to feel his manhood throbbing deep inside her.

She rolled on top of him, still kissing his lips. Maria then trailed kisses down his chest and stomach. She loved the moans and breathing that her attention to loving him seemed to cause. It excited her when she heard him moan "Oh God...." It encouraged her. She stood to remove her shirt and panties, as well as his boxer briefs. 

She then took him in her hands and started to slowly stroke his cock, feeling its warmth. She licked the under side of it before using her tongue to swirl his precum over the head, savoring the taste of him, probing his little slit with the tip of her tongue. She smiled a little watching him clutch the sheets and clench his teeth.

She slid the length of him into her hot mouth, suckling and using her tongue to tease his shaft. She eased him out again before taking him all the way to the back of her throat, letting his cockhead ease down a little before sliding him back out.

"Oh baby, I need you. Make love to me, Maria." He whimpered staring down at her.

She eased up the length of his body, straddling his hips. She eased her pussy up the length of his shaft, grinding on his cock to tease him. She could see her juices making him slick.

"Are you sure you want this, Kevin?" Maria asked driving him crazy with her teasing grind.
 "Yes. I'm yours." He whispered as he released the sheets to grab her hips.

She slowly let him ease into her. It felt delicious as his head began to open her pussy. She could feel it squeezing him as he thrust his hips up yearning to bury more of himself inside of her.

She slid down onto his cock, relishing the feeling of his hot throbbing cock deep inside her, stretching her cunt around him. She moaned his name as she began to rock slowly back and forth on his member. With each rock forward she could hear the sound of her wetness, and with each rock back, she feel him ease into her again.

She took every inch of, she wanted him balls deep inside her as she began to move her hips faster. She could feel her juices oozing down his cock as she got more excited. She began to move faster moaning his name.

"Kevin...you feel so good inside me." She moaned.

Her movements got faster and she began to grind down harder on him. She could hear him breathing frantically, and she knew he would cum soon. She drove harder down on him and began to feel the beginnings of her own climax.

They both began to rock harder and faster, moaning and panting wildly. He announced that he was going to cum before thrusting upward deep into her one last time. She could feel his cock twitch inside her as she clenched and convulsed around his cock in her own orgasm.

They lay there for long moments, before she whispered to him

"You belong to me, Kevin." 

You Belong to Me Ch. 01



Authors notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. You Belong to Me is a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. I do not use the term cuckold with this tale, nor most others, because I feel the definition of that simple word has been badly corrupted. Nonetheless, if this type of story is not for you, move on to another. I wanted to break the mold of internet or bar meet to find a lover; what better way to break that pattern than to find him in church? I also wanted to indicate the communication and togetherness that makes for a successful marriage. Where there is teasing and denial of husband in favor of the lover in You Belong to Me, I have tried to portray those actions in a loving way. The song lyrics, a hit for Jo Stafford back in the early fifties, are a favorite for a special lady friend and I have included them because I think they are appropriate to the story. In all, I anticipate seven chapters of which this is the first.

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See the pyramids along the NileWatch the sunrise from a tropic isleJust remember darling all the whileYou belong to meSee the market place in old AlgiersSend me photographs and souvenirsJust remember when a dream appearsYou belong to meI'll be so alone and without youMaybe you'll be lonesome too, and blueFly the ocean in a silver planeSee the jungle when it's wet with rainJust remember 'til you're home againYou belong to me

- "You Belong to Me" -- King, Stewart and Price, 1952

Chapter One -- The Empty Nest and Other Birds

I'm a momma bird in an empty nest. My egg is hatched and flown the coop. I'm free, I can fly. I can fly again, but I have to learn how to fly once more. My name is Margaret, but you can think of me as Peggy; that's what everyone calls me; don't ask me why. The young bird who flew from the nest is Nancy, my daughter away at college. The male bird who seeded my egg so long ago, the one who guarded the nest and sustained us, is Porter.

There is an irony about having that empty nest that no longer needs full time devotion and energy. What does one, or two, do to fill time? Does that common one or two get on the plane? Do they look for far away sunrises and new jungles to explore? What sort of souvenirs are collected and catalogued for future remembrance? At first, Peggy began spending time with other women who now had time on their hands and empty nests. Porter did the same with other men. Peggy and Porter did a few things together too. What sorts of things if not the silver plane to adventures unknown? They did very ordinary things at first.

Peggy grew friendships with two women she had known casually for years, and the three added two more women to their circle. Often they met and talked about books they were reading, movies they had seen, husbands they all still had, and dreams. Once a month, the five planned an outing together; always dinner followed by a movie or play normally. A few times they had their dinner and went to a nightclub. Once, all five insisted husbands accompany them so they could dress and dance.

Porter rediscovered a joyous solitude in fishing. He had no compulsion to be Hemingway's Old Man; if he caught a good fish to fill the fry pan that was enough. If he threw them all back, he still had a good day. Taking the family to a baseball game when Nancy was younger was a fun, wholesome, family outing. Going to a game with the guys and getting good third base side seats so they could watch shortstop and second baseman turn a DP was even more rewarding than being with Peggy and Nancy. Three guys, two beers, and one double play made a perfect afternoon.

Porter and Peggy also engaged in nurture the couple activities on a regular basis. Once a month they went on a dinner and something else date together. The and something else was often music they both enjoyed, in good weather an outdoor something, and once in mid winter they tried ice skating. One night a month became let's just talk night, with no TV, books or work intrusions. They almost always ended their just us evenings early enough to make love before going to sleep.

With Nancy grown and gone, going to church on Sunday morning shifted from a compulsory religious education event to a convenient social enrichment event. They could meet people with similar values, without having to filter quite as many liars and cheats. Church attendance rarely ended in bed and sex.

One of the just talk nights led Peggy and Porter down a path they probably never would have found any other way. Porter talked about lunch earlier that day; he had a salad, sandwich and soda in the park. He told Peggy about the three different groups of young, female, office workers eating lunch in the park at the same time.

Peggy was surprised by her husband's vivid and detailed descriptions, even to the short skirted dresses two of the women wore. She didn't recall ever hearing him talk that much about dresses she wore. "I'm glad you had your dose of eye candy today, Porter; I had some at the grocery store too. He was good looking."

It never dawned on Peggy that she described her biker boy eye candy with as much detail as her husband described the women he saw in the park. By the time Peggy completed her description, Porter knew the fellow wore blue spandex shorts and top, had muscular hairy legs, and no socks under his shoes. He was really surprised by his wife's last comment, "Honestly, honey, his ass was so cute I wanted to reach out and stroke him, just touch him, maybe pinch butt a little." When he got over being surprised, Porter calmly asked why she hadn't given in to her desires.

Peggy laughed, and they moved on to talk about weekend trips they could make this summer. Nancy had written a letter, wonder of wonders, and they talked about her being in school, and the two of them at home, alone and with opportunities. It was having the opportunity that led to Porter's final question of the night. "Did you really want to pinch his butt? You could have, you know, pinched him and brought him home with you. I never would have known."

"Porter! Porter, Porter, Porter; what kind of question is that?"

"You know I am right; I would never know, unless you told me."

Peggy looked at her husband a moment and then lovingly laughed her final comment for this just talk night. "You pervert; you want me to tell you, or let you catch me so you could watch." Peggy took her husband by the hand and off to the bedroom they marched. Their just talk night ended like so many of the others.

Only two weeks passed until they sat in the living room again having more just talk. The local public radio station was having a Beethoven extravaganza. The Pastoral was playing when they started, next up was Eroica, the announcer said. This time Peggy broached the subject, "I could have pinched biker boy and brought him home. Tell you or not, I could have. If I invited him, he might have taken the offer. Might not, too, but I didn't so he couldn't. Tell me about the sort of woman you might make the same kind of offer."

Porter thought for a moment and then described one of the young girls eating lunch in the park that day. She had looked pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. What intrigued him most was the khaki colored skirt she wore with silver metal buttons to the waist. He described several as undone, and with her legs open, Porter could see well up her thigh. "I could almost see her panties, almost but just not there. I returned my eyes to look at her most often; I really wanted to see her panties. I almost think she knew I was trying to look, you know, to see them. She seemed to know how far she could spread her legs to keep me looking, but never really see anything." Porter told his wife that he appreciated that sort of tease in a woman.

Peggy knew he was talking about a girl who couldn't be much older than their daughter. "She might have learned the tease and show, show and tease, from her mother; do you realize that? Her mother might be even better than she was."

"Can I have both?" They laughed together and loudly. "What about you, would you like biker boy, maybe an older brother, or even their father?"

Peggy sat quiet for a moment and then a glint in her eye and a smile on her face came with her response, "Is there a reason I can't have all three?" Eroica was only in the second movement, the slow adagio, when they turned it off and went to their bedroom.

Over the summer, their let's just talk evenings increased in frequency. They just talked almost weekly now, and the most common topic was others as bed partner. Peggy came to understand that Porter was not a threat to go running off looking for new bed partners any time soon. To be sure, he would be a more than willing participant if a young lovely just fell into his lap. He would probably wink and give a small enticement to the mother of the young lady to get her in his lap. Once either young or older woman was in his lap, he would happily be an active participant.

The same could not be said about Peggy. "I am not going to hop into bed with another guy, but just because I don't want to cheat on you, Porter. Other than that, yes, I can see myself in bed screwing the young biker, or his older brother, or even their father. I would do all three at once and probably ask if they had friends if I got into the right mood."

"I'd pay to watch that one, honey", Porter rejoined.

"I think you would pay to watch. I think you might rather watch, or if the biker had a sister, she could take care of you while I had my fun and then I could tell you all about my fun later in bed." Without either knowing that an agreement was reached, Porter and Peggy embarked on a life changing path. Over time they talked more seriously about the possibilities. They rejected such obvious approaches as bar pick-ups and internet meets.

Peggy only thought she had the last word for this just talk session. "I'll tell you what, honey, if I see that biker boy in the grocery store again, I will pinch his butt and ask about father and brothers."

Porter had a final rejoinder. "Don't forget to ask about mother and sister, too." Again they went off to their bed for fun and frolic.

Porter suggested they combine a dinner night out with a just talk night following dinner. He mentioned somewhere they could have a drink and check out the party crowd. Peggy reminded they decided against bar meeting a guy. Hubby agreed completely, but he wanted to move beyond the imaginary biker youth to visible examples. "What I am thinking of, Peggy, is that you can look over the crowd, point out guys that look sexy and interesting to your taste, and maybe even what you imagine he might be like as a date. I don't want to really decide on anyone tonight, certainly not do anything. We are still a long way off, I think."

"Okay, it might be fun. Who knows, a night like tonight might be as close as we ever get to the real thing." Peggy had her own suggestion to spice up the evening, "You can pick out the clothes I wear tonight, everything, inside to out. Dress me the way you imagine me dressing if I was going to meet a lover. This will be fun."

They had a very nice dinner, but the restaurant, with attached lounge area, Porter selected was mostly populated by couples. After dinner drinks and two dances taught Porter one thing about his wife as potential seductress. Wearing a just above knee length dress with full chiffon skirt, Peggy attracted attention from all sorts of men, single and coupled. If an admirer was with another woman, Peggy just couldn't see him as suitor, even using a what-if hypothesis. Whomever, if ever, Peggy's lover better not be cheating on his wife. They decided to move on to another club hoping to find a better atmosphere for their conversation. In the parking lot, Peggy pitched a curve ball. "Porter, when we do find the right guy, if you take us out to dinner some night, you can make reservations here. They had a nice dance floor; I could dance with a lover here while you watched."

The dance club had more noise but also more interesting people. Porter and Peggy found a table in back where they could people watch, talk and still hear themselves think. They ordered a carafe of white wine so the waitress wouldn't have to interrupt often. "Porter, when I pick a guy, I'll pick him because of chemistry. Something about him will get me excited, turn me on, make me wet. Let's play a game tonight. You look around the club for three guys; I will only look for one. We'll just look while we drink our first glass of wine."

"The one man I will try to find is the one I think I want for me." Porter looked sharply at his wife. "Just pretend, honey, tonight is all just pretend."

"Why do I look for three men?"

Peggy explained her reasoning. "I want you to pick one you think I would pick, one you would pick for me, and one that would scare the hell out of you if I picked him."

"You have come up with some game; it fits a just talk night, doesn't it?"

"Sure does. Just for kicks and to keep both of us on edge, if any of the guys we pick ask me to dance tonight, I will accept for one dance."

"You may have to mingle some to make that happen; let's drink our wine and survey the crowd."

Porter sipped his wine and began checking out the crowd. His mind switched to think and analyze mode. I wonder what type of man she wants? That fortyish fellow in the sharp suit looks pretty good to me, our type, but taller than me. Would Peggy want someone like me, or different? I'll bet different. The sharp suit is out. The tall guy with good moves over there on the other side. He's a bit younger and really looks in good shape. If Peggy sees him, she will say yes. Porter looked around for twenty minutes, diligently playing Peggy's game. He didn't realize his wife was just watching him with an amused grin on her face.

Peggy refilled his wine glass, "Point out who you think I will pick, and who will scare the crap out of you if I pick him. You go first and then I'll show you my pick."

"What about the one I pick for you?"

"I probably don't care about him anyway; you can point him out last."

Porter was perplexed, but nodded toward and described the tall, mid thirties guy with the good dance moves.

"Good choice, I looked hard at him myself. You know me pretty well honey; he was my second choice."

Porter gave her a light kiss and a smile, "Which one took first?"

"Your scare the hell out of you pick, show him to me and then I will do mine."

A younger guy, slender but sinewy muscled, danced close to them. He was already with his second dance partner in the half hour or so they had been in the club. Nowhere near as tall or solidly built as Porter's first pick, this young guy moved with an arrogance born of success with women. Porter pegged him at thirty, give or take a year. He was the type to sweep any woman off her feet and into bed. Porter explained his feelings to Peggy as he pointed him out.

Peggy looked up and happened to catch the scary one's eyes; she smiled and licked her lips before turning her head back to her husband. "I can see why he scares you; he is a heartthrob, and he knows it. He just looks like, acts like, he knows how to use what he's got. I hope so."

"You hope so? Do you want to find out so you can scare me?"

"Maybe, let's finish this glass and then you can dance with me." As she danced with her husband, Peggy teased about the game they were playing. "I hope he does ask me to dance; I'll accept. Will you shiver if he asks, or get hard?"

Porter decided he could play word games too. "Probably both if you leave your panties on the table while you dance."

Back at their table, Peggy had a wicked gleam in her eye. "You are kinky, honey, but I win either way."

Peggy returned from the ladies room. The young man who didn't scare her at all approached, held out his hand, and asked, "This dance please?"

Peggy was as discrete as possible, but all three saw her hand a black nylon wisp to Porter before she gave her hand. Porter was going to pocket his wife's panties but felt devilish. When he recognized them as hot and damp, he arranged them by Peggy's wine glass and then signaled the waitress for another carafe of wine.

Her heart throb dance partner clearly noticed Peggy's panties when he returned her to the table. He touched them with his fingertips. "If you need help putting them on, or taking them off, I always try to be helpful to ladies."

Peggy took panties in hand and they held them together as she kissed a thank you for the dance. She and Porter drank about half of the second carafe and then left for home. Peggy was very wet, and Porter was very hard when they reached their bedroom.

Just talk nights continued, but neither wanted this one topic to consume their marriage. Still, they recognized that even talking about Peggy and a lover as often as the topic had been part of just talk night brought them closer. The marriage of Porter and Peggy blossomed more vibrantly now than many of the last dozen years. They had something they talked about beyond jobs, home life and child rearing. "You focused right away on the guy that would scare me. We barely mentioned the others. You never said who was your pick."

"You're right honey; I had fun teasing about your scary one. He was fun, and a good dancer. He knew I gave you my panties. He copped a quick feel to check, did I mention that?"

"You let him?"

"I smiled at him."

"Is teasing me what you want to look for in a lover?" Learning how this Peggy with a newly liberated attitude was playing their game kept Porter guessing.

"No, not teasing you, I want someone who will turn me on, turn my whole body to mush. Teasing you is an added benefit, but teasing you is just between the two of us, Peggy teasing Porter, never teasing you with anyone else."

"If you meet a guy you want to kiss right away, you will probably tell me he's the one. You will know that quickly, won't you? You will know, will kiss him, and you will hand me your panties so they won't be in your way."

"Yes, or I might let him remove them. The two of you could exchange gifts. You get my panties and he gets me."

"Your bolt from the blue perfect lover will have a big dick, make your heart throb, and shake my boots. Am I right?"

"If he has the first two, I don't care if your boots shake or not. If he has the big dick, if he makes my heart throb when I see him, and if he knows how to really use his big dick, I hope your boots stop shaking after the first couple of times when you see how happy I am with him."

"How many times do you think you will want him?" Porter was getting nervous about the direction their just talk was heading tonight and wanted to set some limits.

Peggy was in no mood for predefined boundaries. "That's up in the air, or flat on the bed."

Three weeks later, Peggy was dressing for church on Sunday morning. Her dress was spread out on the bed, but she was still nude. Porter finished tying his tie. "Are you trying to decide what to wear under your dress, or whether to wear nothing at all?"

Peggy laughed and then, snatching things, made up her mind. She dangled a sheer bra and panty set at her husband, "I might see him in church this morning. I best wear something pretty. Get out of here and let me finish dressing."

Organ music played softly; people began filling the pews. Peggy touched her husband's thigh to get his attention. "I think I found him."

"What, who, who's lost? Oh! You think you found that him."

Peggy discretely pointed him out; Porter was baffled by her choice. The man that set Peggy's boat rocking was clearly older, not much but older. Porter guessed him about fifty with hair well grey to confirm his age. Give him his due, he has no beer belly; he looks about six feet, no taller, and in good shape without a muscle builder look. He was wearing a sharp, and probably expensive, suit. Porter didn't see someone to make his boots quake, but Peggy apparently saw something.




You Belong to Me Ch. 01



Heading for the door following services, Peggy looped her arm loosely through her husband's, but kept a subtle eye on her target. She steered Porter so they arrived at the exit at the same time he did. Somehow, Peggy's heel caught on a mat at the doorway and she began to fall forward, pitching to her right. The grey haired gentleman was quick; his reaction sure and effective. With one hand he caught Peggy's arm between elbow and shoulder while in a single motion he pivoted half his body in front, reached across with his other arm, and latched tightly to the unknown woman's left breast.

Porter was ineffective trying to keep Peggy from falling, the stranger was not. He pulled her to his chest to steady her, before standing Peggy upright and finally releasing his holds.

"Oh pardon me, I am so clumsy. Thank you for catching me, I am sure I would have fallen on my face." Peggy gave him a hug to punctuate her thanks. She could still feel his hand on her breast, Peggy knew the way he trailed his fingers across her nipple as he released was not at all accidental. She rubbed that breast to his chest as she hugged him. They moved out of the stream of traffic leaving church to introduce themselves.

Porter handled introducing himself and Peggy by name, and thanked the man for catching his wife. With a confident brush toward his hair, he gave his part of the introduction. "I have a name, it's Rich, but my friends have been calling me Silver for the last few years. I like it."

Peggy leaned in, and as her hand brushed Silver's hair, her left breast brushed his chest once more. My left breast is his now, special for him; if he doesn't reach for it often enough, I will press it against him whenever I can. "I love your silver hair; it makes you look distinguished and sexy at the same time." The three decided an after church lunch was in order; Porter suggested a rather nice restaurant.

During their lunch and get to know you conversation, Silver haired Rich was sure he had today's impromptu meeting sized up accurately. His new friends seemed to be a long time married couple working at keeping spice in their life. If spice involved some sexual activity with one or both, and person or persons unknown and unnamed, Peggy was certainly available, Porter too, probably. He looked at Porter across the table; his hand reached to cup Peggy's left breast, the one he had caught in church. Silver openly fondled Peggy's breast through her dress until her nipple stiffened and poked out. He scissored nipple between index and middle finger, stretching it further. "If you want to greet me next Sunday, you should approach from the other side so I can get acquainted with your other breast too."

Rich felt Peggy press herself into his palm; his words didn't offend the lady of the couple. He saw Porter's amused grin and nod, and he knew his guess was on target. "You heard the man, Peggy."

"There's no need to wait until Sunday, is there?" Peggy twisted in her chair giving Rich a better angle to feel more.

"No need at all." His hand weighed Peggy's right boob and made that nipple stand proud to match its counterpart.

Porter did not openly object to Silver's fondling of his wife. Peggy clearly didn't either; she offered her breasts willingly. The man decided to push further; soon his hand held Peggy under her dress. He traced around the edge of her bra cup before pinching her nipple again, harder. She looked down; Silver's hand bulging under her dress seemed obscene. She was excited and thrilled being fondled like this in public, and in front of Porter. Rich asked a leading question, "What about dessert?"

Peggy answered, "I think we should have dessert at home, don't you Porter?"

Porter excused himself to go change out of his suit as soon as they arrived.

"Lay something casual out for me honey; I'll make drinks and entertain Silver." Peggy began entertaining by hanging her guest's suit coat in the closet, removing his tie, and undoing the top three buttons on his shirt. "Follow me and help me with drinks." Peggy reached a hand inside Silver's shirt while she set out glasses.

"Now you're over dressed, turn." Soon her dress was equally open. "Take your bra off and put it on the counter. I want to see your breasts and Porter expects you to show them."

Peggy gasped, smiled and did as Silver asked. "Make them hard again."

"Porter's back in the living room." Peggy carried her drink and they went to join him. "Your drinks are still in the kitchen; I am going to change now." If Porter didn't notice the bra missing, he will damned sure see it when he goes to the kitchen. Peggy wore a big smile as she went to her bedroom.

Porter went for his drink; Rich followed him to the kitchen. He ignored his wife's brassiere sitting beside the two glasses. He handed one to Rich, "To a friendship beginning, let's hope it grows." They touched glasses, "To growth."

"Peggy seems to have left her bra, would you like to take it to her?"

When Peggy found what Porter proposed she wear, she knew she had free reign with the silver haired man of her fantasy. She quickly changed to a flesh colored Victoria Secret bra and panty set. The panties were a lace front bikini cut with sheer back; a half cup push up bra matched. The boobs that had been focus of attention so far were clearly on display. Porter neglected a blouse; he must have intended just her bra. The black skirt he selected was short and full. No subtlety, I am on display and available. Peggy leaned toward the mirror applying a darker shade of red on her lips when she heard the door open. "Giving me away, are you dear?"

"Actually I am bringing something you forgot", Silver replied.

Peggy turned hearing Silver's voice; she smiled at him. "Thank you. Which do you prefer; the one in your hand or the one I am wearing?"

"Let me make an adjustment and then you can finish your makeup." For the first time he used hands on both breasts. Peggy encouraged him as he twisted and pulled her nipples until they peaked. Both breasts were up and proudly on display when Silver released them.

"Do you want our first kiss here, or would you rather let Porter watch us?"

"We should let your husband watch our first don't you think?"

"Porter suggested I might fit in a pair of his athletic shorts." Peggy looked through her husband's dresser drawers until she found a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts. Rich was nude and waiting for her. "You can kiss my cock before you cover it; you must have been curious."

They returned to Porter and the living room with Peggy tucked very possessively under Rich's arm. "I've been waiting far too long for my first kiss from this beautiful man Porter; I want you to watch."

Their first kiss was steamy, to describe it mildly. Porter watched with open mouth as his wife pressed herself into this man they met in church just a few hours ago. What he saw excited him, the way Peggy opened her mouth and seemed to give her tongue so willingly, and then sucked Rich's tongue inside her mouth. While their mouth's pressed tight, Peggy guided a hand under her skirt in back. Rich did not need her guidance to have his other hand do the same thing. He lifted and they finished their first kiss with Peggy's legs wrapped around her soon-to-be lover's waist.

"Porter, I told you I would know when the chemistry was right. You don't have to worry, don't shake in your boots; I have found my lover. Silver and I have chemistry. I can tell with that kiss that my Silver man is going to be a fantastic lover for me. Are you happy; I found him?"

Peggy didn't seem to notice that her Silver man had her skirt well above her waist, and his hand inside her panties as she spoke. "Your wife looks good like this, don't you think, Porter? You choose well for her outfit."

"A gift should have pretty wrapping.""

"I hope you treasure your giving as I do receiving her. I certainly do appreciate your gift, Porter; let me see if I can make something else stand up proud." Silver set his fingers in motion.

Peggy began to move her hips and moan. "Oh yes, Silver, yes it feels good. Porter, Porter, his hands are . . . are . . . oh, yes, more, Porter, Silver, Silver, do me Silver." With Silver's hands preoccupied, Peggy's skirt fell to cover their playground. Porter could no longer see the hands exciting his wife, only her heated response.

Porter wanted to see everything. He approached to raise the curtain, but now stood too close. "I have her overdressed." He returned to his chair with Peggy's skirt. "Take her Silver; take my wife to where her mind imagines you." Now he had a clear line of sight. Silver's fingers circled Peggy's nub, then he pinched her, next Silver's fingers probed deep. Porter watched every move he made, watched his wife's reactions, and heard her encouraging sounds.

"Porter, I'm still overdressed; come get the rest of my clothes." And then to her silver haired man, "Take me to the sofa, I want you inside me; I need you to take me now. Make love to me, fuck me; make me yours."

In all of their talks, objective conversations in their living room, passion conversations in their bedroom, Peggy always spoke about chemistry. She said she would know him when the time was right. Porter had no idea how she knew, in church no less, that this was the man and today was the time. Watching, he had no doubts at all. His mind saw his bride on her wedding night; that was his only standard of comparison. Peggy was as turned on, as totally responsive to a man as she had been in the last twenty years. Porter's wife Peggy was responding to someone else. She was responding to another man. She was responding to Rich Silver with more fervor than she had given her husband since the day they were married.

The sofa rocked; it almost bounced. Even with rubber cups that protected the floor, Porter could see their violent sex motions move the sofa across the wooden floor. Peggy screamed, Silver grunted; Porter watched in awe. He reached for his erection to hold and squeeze. "Oh God Silver, yes, yes, I'm cumming, close, yes, there, nearly there, you have me; I am there." Peggy screamed a long last YES, and then collapsed.

Porter was sure his wife's next words came from post sex euphoria; he knew he wouldn't hold Peggy's promise to Silver against her. Saying the words, even meaning them in her over stimulated moment, did not constitute a solemn vow. Porter understood that much intellectually. "Anything Silver, you can have me anytime in any way. If you will make me feel like this again, I will do anything you ask." They kissed and held each other close. Porter saw Silver kissing his wife's ear. He went to fix more drinks while the lovers went off to the bathroom.

The three sat comfortably having an after sex drink. Conversation was limited and quiet. It seemed to Porter that his wife kissed her new lover after each drink from her glass. Finally, Silver stood and said he would have to take his leave. Peggy gathered his clothes and helped him dress. She had to have a last kiss of the cock that gave her so much pleasure. Peggy almost reached for her skirt, but decided to accompany her new lover to the door au natural. Their parting kiss was long and fierce; Peggy stood in open doorway until Silver's car backed out of the driveway. With a toot of horn and a wave; Silver drove away and Peggy closed the door.

Porter was standing in the living room waiting his wife's return; Peggy picked up her clothes. She handed her panties to Porter, "Keep these until you see Silver again and give them to him. They were the wrapping for your gift."

"Do you intend seeing him again?"

"Make me a drink, something strong and cold, and meet me in the bedroom." Porter returned carrying two glasses and a pair of panties. He found his wife lying on the bed with skirt covering her sex as a drape.

"Are you trying to hide something from me?"

"Oh no honey, you can have me if you still want me. I will never hide from you."

"I'll always want you. Of that I am sure." Porter undressed and joined his wife on the bed. He handed Peggy her drink fixed as she asked, strong and cold, and then reached under the skirt. He held his wife; she was hot and wet between her legs.

"You didn't quake in your boots, did you?"

Porter considered Peggy's question; he was surprised because he had just watched another man completely possess his wife sexually, and he never once felt threatened. It just seemed so natural. Silver and Peggy fit as a passionate couple, and it didn't bother him. "I saw the chemistry; I knew my wife was with the man she wanted to be with. I knew she could love being with Silver and still love me."

Peggy moistened her mouth with drink as her eyes moistened with tears. She pulled Porter close to kiss, "I so much do love you." They held close. "He asked for me again Wednesday; I said yes."

Porter squeezed the fuzzy mound in a possessive gesture. His finger slipped inside easily; Peggy was still very wet and open. "Does that mean second place for me?"

"On Wednesday, second when I am with him, but you will always be with me. Wednesday night I will be for Silver; please say it is okay. I don't want to threaten you or tease you about Silver."

Porter wiggled his fingers, "If I am going to be second I may as well get used to this. He pushed her skirt away, climbed on and in. "You are so hot and wet. I love you like this. If I can always be yours, and you belong to me; I will take second to Silver on Wednesday."



You Belong to Me Ch. 02



Authors notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the second chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another. The communication and togetherness that marks Porter and Peggy's marriage continues. The teasing and denial of husband in favor of the lover moves to the forefront.

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Chapter Two -- Peggy and Silver in her marriage bed

After work Monday, Porter questioned the magnanimity he showed Sunday night. He was not quite as sure today that being second to Silver Wednesday sounded as natural as it did wrapped in last night's sexual euphoria. How often, Porter wondered, would Silver, what was the phrase Peggy used, ask for her? Would Peggy always say yes when Silver asked for her? Would he, as husband, always have to be second? Would Peggy always give Silver first choice, sexually? The real question, of course, was how often was always, and how long always would last. All the months of just talk nights leading to what happened yesterday didn't cover everything.

"Peggy, honey, I think we need to have another just talk night after dinner."

Peggy had spent much of her day at work in a dream state. She and Porter had talked for months about the possibility of a lover, they had even gone window shopping that one time. Peggy always said it would be the chemistry that made a lover right for her. Sunday with Silver had been a chemical explosion. Peggy was right about the chemistry, and Porter had seen the chemistry and accepted her reaction. He is having second thoughts after sleeping on what happened yesterday. I guess that much is natural.

"Okay honey, after dinner we can talk. Yesterday, before yesterday, a lover for me seemed like a Christmas present, didn't it?"

"Huh, a Christmas present?" Porter clearly didn't understand his wife's gift analogy.

"The Christmas present sat there under the tree; it looked so exciting, so tempting, all wrapped in pretty paper, and bow, and ribbon. Then the paper, ribbon and bow came off the gift. You don't know quite what to make of your gift that built so much anticipation, do you Porter? You know what, neither do I, but I want to play with my new toy." Peggy had put the problem cleanly and simply out for discussion; all Porter and Peggy had to do was just talk it through.

Peggy was adamant about Wednesday, though. Two nights hence she would be with her Rich Silver, not her husband Porter.

"Why do you think you must be with him Wednesday night, because you said you would? Do you think you made a promise you have to keep?"

"I could change my mind Porter. I could call Rich and say I have changed my mind, but I don't want to change my mind. I want him again, and soon. I want him again Wednesday because he wants me Wednesday night." Their just talk night was steady and reasoned, after a fashion. Over two hours of just talking, they agreed to a course of action.

Silver desired Peggy as woman, as sexual woman to be possessed. That another man felt sexual desire for her stimulated Peggy's feminine identity. Peggy could have her time with Silver. Porter agreed she could play with her Christmas toy until she had her fill. Neither expected it would take terribly long until the excitement of a new toy faded, and then it would be consigned to the closet of Peggy's memory.

Like most just talk nights, the bedroom was next on their agenda. Peggy asked another question as she was undressing for bed. "Honey, if I said I don't want to make love tonight, not until after I have Silver again, would that be teasing, or would it be hurtful?" Porter looked at his wife but didn't respond immediately; he finished putting his shirt and slacks away. No sex until after Silver has her again, Porter thought; he looked down and saw swelling in his shorts. Two hours of sex driven conversation caused the swelling, now Peggy is asking me if no sex will tease or hurt. Damned right, both!

"Honey, if you are just teasing to prolong our build up, then teasing a little can be fun, a kind of foreplay. If you really mean no making love, no sex at all unless Silver has you first, then that is more than hurtful. No sex unless Silver has you first tells me you think I am a second class lover, an alien poaching your sex. It means I have no right to love you, and you me. What does our marriage mean?"

"I was just asking a question Porter."

"Are you sure it was just a simple question? Would you really like to keep yourself pure for Silver? Do you want to deny me, your husband; deny me access to your body?" Now Peggy had to think about the question she asked.

Denying Porter as husband wasn't quite what Peggy had in mind when she asked the question, but denial was the logical outcome of what she wanted for herself. Thinking her desires through, Peggy realized what she really wanted was Peggy to be first, and everyone else second. Putting Peggy first in this situation meant putting Peggy and her lover first. I have to give something to my husband, he is my husband and Porter deserves to have some part of me sexually.

"The answer to your question is yes," she paused.

"I want to deny you, honey. I want to deny you just a little bit, at least for the first few times."

Peggy pulled her stunned husband into bed beside her. She reached into her husband's shorts and wrapped her fingers around his three-fourths erection; with no hint of denial she gave a steam heated kiss as she squeezed her husband's essence.

"I don't want to deny you completely, honey; I want to make sure you are satisfied, but still on the edge of excitement. I will use my hands and my mouth to satisfy you. Kisses, stroking, my words telling you exactly how Silver makes me feel, even my mouth sucking on your cock will excite both of us and give you something special. What I want, Porter, is to reserve first access to my little pussy cat to Silver. He is my lover, and should have some special rights; you can go second with my pussy cat, can't you?"

The ball snapped down on Porter's side of the court again. Had Peggy volleyed a winner?

"I get sloppy seconds after you and Silver screw, right? I get hand jobs, blow jobs and sexy stories in between. Get busy honey, I'll agree with you for a week at least."

Peggy smiled in the dark and squeezed her husband even tighter. She kissed Porter's lips, whispered in his ear that she would be thinking about Silver, and then gave the best oral sex sucking Porter could ever remember.

Tuesday at work, both experienced the same emotions they had Monday. Porter again wondered just what he agreed to, and why? Peggy once again bubbled remembering Sunday and anticipating Wednesday. At lunch she called Silver to tell him she was ready and waiting for their next time together. Silver was especially pleased when Peggy reported that she would not allow Porter to have sex with her again until after she was with him tomorrow. "I promise to make his decision to respect us being together completely worthwhile for you, and for Porter." The lovers talked about their plans for the next night; both wanted to make it a special time.

That evening, Porter wanted to once again discuss his concerns. Peggy cut off his request. "Shirley called this afternoon; the girls are getting together for coffee tonight. Let's just go with what we have planned. I should be home by nine-thirty since it is a week night."

Porter mopped around the house until Peggy returned. He buoyed his spirits with thoughts of another spectacular blow job from his wife. Peggy was in a good mood when she returned home. They had a glass of wine together before retiring for the night.

While Porter had anticipated a repeat of last night, Peggy had something else in mind. She had a small bottle of lotion and a single candle on the nightstand. She asked Porter to light the candle while she poured lotion into her palm.

Porter knew what he wanted. "I thought you could do me like last night."

"Just lay back and let me excite you this way; I want to try something different tonight." Porter's mind wanted oral, but his cock was pleased with manual stimulation. "Watch how the oil on your cock reflects the candle light. Your cock is winking at me as I stroke it." Peggy used her free hand to hold her husband to a breast. "Just suck lightly while I make you feel good."

"I don't jack your hard cock often, not nearly enough; does this feel good, honey?"

"Oh yes, just a little harder, please, stroke me faster."

"Oh no, Porter, no faster, you will cum too soon if I do you like that. I won't get enough practice if I rub you hard and fast. I need to practice on you in case I need to get Silver hard for a second or third time."

"I'm here tonight, not Silver; don't be bitchy tonight; let me cum."

Peggy released her grip and changed her tempo to relax her husband and lower his excited state. "We have time tonight Porter; I want to go slow with you. You should get excited this way since you can't pet my pussy cat."

Peggy shifted her head with a trail of kisses until her lips were next to Porter's ear. She whispered so softly Porter had to strain to hear her. "I know we agreed you wouldn't use your cock to stroke my pussy cat, but I know you really want that. If you can't cum in my pussy cat, you want to cum in my mouth, don't you honey?"

"Yes, please, you agreed, you promised me your mouth."

"I promised to excite you with my mouth, my hands and sexy talk." Porter groaned, first at Peggy's reminder, and then again and louder when she squeezed hard on his cock shaft and gave four or five quick up and down strokes.

"I called Silver this afternoon; I told him what you agreed to give up for us. He said he would do his best to make sure your sacrifice was worth the wait." As Peggy whispered about her phone conversation, she used fingers to lightly swirl over the cock helmet in her hand. She licked around Porter's ear and stabbed with her curled tongue. "Do you remember how we fucked on the sofa Sunday? How Silver screwed me so hard we scooted the sofa across the floor?"

"Oh yes, you were hot; it was very hot watching you."

"You were good Sunday; you sat in your chair and let Silver and I have our pleasure. Thank you for just watching us. I saw you playing with yourself because you got so excited." Peggy used more lotion and began giving long, firm, strokes on Porter's cock. She was ready for her husband's cum. "Tomorrow I am going to have a chair here in the bedroom. You can watch Silver fill my pretty pussy cat in our bed, where we should be. You can sit in the chair and watch Silver do me as many times as he wants to have me. I will suck and stroke him back to hard whenever he is ready for more." Peggy's hand moved up and down in a blur.

Porter groaned and cried for release. "Let me cum in your mouth, please honey, in your mouth tonight?"

"Oh no, not tonight, not until tomorrow, you can cum inside me after my lover has filled my pussy cat for you. Until I have everything Silver can give us, my body is only his."

At that, Porter splashed his orgasm all over his belly.

Wednesday afternoon, Peggy left work two hours early to prepare for her evening. She wanted to get dinner preparation out of the way first so she could spend the rest of her time preparing Peggy for her lover. With half an hour's work in the kitchen, Peggy had two large trays chilling, a fruit plate and an antipasto plate. Next on her schedule was a soaking bubble bath to cleanse and relax, leaving her body perfumed. As she relaxed in the warm water, Peggy thought back to yesterday's phone conversation with Silver. They discussed how tonight should come about.

Silver told Peggy he really wanted to take her to his home for a private night together, but he knew Porter hadn't been prepared for that happening. Peggy agreed with him; she wanted private time with Silver as much as he did, but her husband wouldn't understand. Porter needed to be confronted with something, though. Both agreed on some surprise as the shock, and they agreed Peggy's clothes would provide the spark.

"I know just what to wear for you tonight; dress casual, we will be staying in. Porter always gets home from work about quarter 'til six; you should arrive about quarter after."

For shock effect, Peggy selected a peach colored camisole and tap pant set from Victoria's Secret, pale pink thigh high stockings and her three inch pink pumps. For jewelry, she wore a five foot string of faux pearls, nothing else save ear studs and her wedding ring set.

The most shocking fashion statement was her makeup, especially her eyes. With both lipstick and blush she painted herself a more vivid red than she normally wore. Peggy outlined her eyes with a fine black line that incorporated her brow and circled below to the bone of her eye socket. The circle was filled with a peach shadow to compliment her lingerie. A very heavy mascara application tied her eyelashes to the matched liner circle in strength and color. Peggy waited in the kitchen listening for her husband opening the front door.

"Wow, you went to all this effort to look beautiful just for me?"

Peggy took the flower bouquet from Porter's hand and kissed him very lightly on the cheek. "Rich will be here in half an hour; why don't you go change. I'll have a glass of wine ready for you." Part of Peggy's plan for confronting Porter was keep him off balance, but responding to her orders. Her task was delicate, she had to slap her husband's senses, but gently, and order him to yield to her desires without appearing to be bossy.

Fifteen minutes later, Porter returned wearing slacks and a polo shirt. Peggy handed over a glass of wine and toasted with her glass, "To us."

Porter grinned at the toast; he knew this was a for Peggy evening. "I didn't see a dress out for you in the bedroom; you better go finish dressing before Rich gets here."

Peggy posed for her husband: she twirled the string of pearls to parody a hooker, she flexed a knee forward, thrust a hip toward him, and turned to show her backside. Looking over her shoulder, "Do you think my Rich Silver will like this view? I am dressed and ready for the door bell to ring. I dressed for him tonight, for my lover, not for my husband coming home from work."

Porter was still stunned to silence when the door bell sounded. Peggy took her husband in hand, "Let's greet our guest." She opened the front door wide and stepped into her lover's arms for a greeting kiss.

Silver appreciated what he saw before him. "You are beautiful; let me look at you and kiss you once more."

"Peggy, the door, our neighbors can see you." Peggy made a small circle on her front landing; she repeated the show she had just given Porter, but ended holding both of Silver's hands and waiting for the promised kiss. Peggy got her kiss before she led her new man inside and closed the door.

Rich greeted Porter, they shook hands, and then he turned back to Peggy for another kiss. "You do look beautiful, just perfect. No wife could look better for me than you do. Don't you agree, Porter?"

"Umm, ahh, I, I suggested she put on a dress."

"Nonsense, Peggy looks perfect."

He ran his hand from neck, between her breasts, lingered at the indention of her navel, and finally ended his circuit cupping the nylon between her legs.

Peggy pressed herself forward, "Can you feel my heat? I'm hot down there for you."

Peggy led her men to get dinner out of the way before fun times. She sat next to Silver and began finger feeding him pieces of fruit. While they ate, Silver kept a running conversation with Porter, seeming to leave Peggy out of the conversation.

In fact, Peggy and Silver had their own body language conversation that Porter had no part in at all. Silver licked Peggy's fingers clean after every morsel. Since his hands were unoccupied feeding himself, he gave them free run over and under Peggy's panties. Silver also made sure Peggy's nipples stood proud and prominent under her camisole. Porter watched Silver play with his wife's nipples, but could only imagine what that hand under the table was up to, or in to. He heard his wife gasp and saw her shoulders give a shake. Definitely in to, Porter thought.

As Porter watched, he reflected on the scene he found himself in the middle of tonight. Peggy clearly wants him tonight, not me, him. Rich, the Silver man, wants my wife tonight as well. More than filling their lust vessel, they are trying to flaunt their lust in front of me, slap my face with their desire for each other, and the inevitability that their flames must be satisfied no matter what else happens. Peggy is having her fun teasing me, as well as being sex toy for Silver. I need to do something to assert some control, at least influence, over tonight's happenings.

"Peggy dear, there are three grapes left. Why don't you feed them to Rich, and then the two of you can retire to the living room and begin. I will clear away things here and join you so I can watch your pleasure."

Peggy beamed a smile and toyed with the grapes. Silver had been right on about this moment. He told her when they spoke on the phone yesterday that Porter would try to assert himself. Silver also said he would deal with the control issue when Porter brought it up. Peggy waited for Silver to put her husband in place.

"Thank you Porter, you are ever a gracious host." Silver paused to let tension climb; he accepted a grape from Peggy's hand and carefully chewed before devouring the fruit.

"You have been gracious in your sacrifice as well; the sacrifice of your wife's sexual favors so she would be pure for me tonight." Silver and Peggy shared the remaining grapes. They fed each other, chewed, kissed deeply passing parts back and forth, and finally they swallowed.

"We hope to make your sacrifice worthwhile, don't we Peggy dearest; we both hope when you finally get to enjoy your wife's body once again, you will find her hot, wet and flush red in fulfilled content. To ensure that your satisfaction is complete, Peggy and I will make love and have sex as totally as possible. In short, my friend, we will rut and fuck to our exhaustion as you watch, and then I will return her to you."

"I will return her to you for tonight, at least", Silver added as exclamation point.

Peggy had not said a word during the control exchange between her Silver lover and her husband. She watched with a smile and a glowing face; watched the mastery of her lover ascend. She had chosen the perfect man. She boiled with the chemistry they shared.

Porter shifted his gaze away from Rich; he saw Peggy agree with every claim Silver asserted. Finally, she joined the conversation, "Thank you for offering to clean up here. We will wait for you in the living room. Please bring more wine. Tonight will be special."

Porter watched until Peggy and her man left the room. He set to his clean-up tasks; in about five minutes he was finished. He poured three wine glasses; Zinfandel was a favorite for Peggy, although a little sweet to Porter's taste. When Porter entered the living room, he saw Peggy still dressed in her sexy lingerie. The picture was almost the same as when he arrived home from work. There was one difference; Rich was standing naked beside his wife; his clothes were folded neatly on the sofa. They were holding hands and kissing each other. Just light, quick, mouth kisses, Peggy and Silver had not moved to devour each other stage yet. Porter had to steady himself to avoid spilling wine on the carpet. He passed out wine glasses.

"Once again, let me salute you Porter." They all raised glasses toward each other and drank. Rich praised Porter and Peggy blew him a kiss. "I don't know many men who have the courage to offer their wife the sort of pleasure you allow Peggy to seek. You are truly as brave as you are gracious."




You Belong to Me Ch. 02



Seeing Rich naked and with full erection in Peggy's left hand, Porter saw how appropriate the man's nickname fit. The head on his hair was almost pure silver gray. On his chest and at his groin, dark brown streaks flecked the silver coloring. Porter was surprised that Peggy hadn't led her lover to the sofa to begin. He was more than surprised when Silver's next pronouncement clarified the situation. "Are you ready my sweet lady? I think it is time that we properly defile the bed you share with Porter each night. Lead me to your marriage bed for this first of many times to come."

Peggy now gave her lover a deep and passionate kiss. She had waited for this moment, waiting since Sunday in church; "Please come with me to my bedroom. Please come and make love with me."

To her husband, "Come along Porter, you can have the chair. You will be comfortable there watching us." While removing what little clothing she wore, Peggy reiterated her instructions. "Porter, my loving husband, take your clothes off, sit in the chair, watch Silver and I make love, and revel in my pleasure with a new lover. When Silver is finished with me and ready to leave, you can have me."

Porter stood by the chair dumbstruck; he saw his wife lay flat on her back and open her arms to Silver. They disappeared from view as he pulled his shirt off. By the time the rest of his clothes were in a pile beside him, Peggy had pulled Silver to her body. Porter saw no hint of apprehension, no second thoughts; what he saw was desire fulfilled. Her legs wrapped Silver's waist to hold him close. Porter watched as Peggy slowly walked her fingertips all over her lover's back. Peggy gave every part of her body, and reached to explore every bit of Silver she could find.

After taking in details, wondering if this was how he and Peggy looked when they were together, Porter finally switched his vision to full view mode. Silver wasn't thrusting wildly into the woman beneath him; Porter knew he would be if he were on top of Peggy. Porter's wife was the active partner, but with a very unhurried pace. Her hips undulated; Porter knew she must be clutching at Silver's cock with her internal muscles. Peggy pushed her breasts upward and rolled them side to side. Her nipples dragged across a hairy chest; she must be steaming, Porter thought to himself. As he watched, a full body shudder coursed through Peggy; she gave a quiet shriek and tossed her head back. "Mark me Silver, mark our first orgasm in my bed."

My wife is aware of everything that is happening; she is aware of every sensation and symbol. Porter watched as a lover's teeth bit hard into tender flesh where neck joined torso. Silver's bite was not at all gentle, Porter could see it all. He saw the first bite with bared teeth, he saw those teeth grind hard at feminine flesh; Porter gasped aloud when Silver began to shake his head twisting Peggy's flesh harder, trying to tear it away from her skin.

Peggy rolled her head to offer the other side of her neck. Porter called out No loud enough that they could hear, but they didn't. Silver declined to bite again; he whispered in the woman's ear. Porter thought his cry had saved Peggy. Porter knew he was wrong when he saw her give a breast to Silver's teeth for branding. Porter collapsed into his chair and moaned.

The tempo in the scene before him shifted; now Silver became the active one. Each stabbing stroke of cock to pussy was a full body slam. Their flesh slapped loudly against each other. They fucked on, and on, and on. Porter lost track of time, it had no meaning. The only reality he could see was the blur of sex in front of him. Will he ever stop, ever finish fucking my wife, please let him cum in her and then go; I need Peggy too, I want her. Silver and Peggy fucked on until at last they cried their passion to each other and collapsed together.

"Oh my Silver darling, you are wonderful. In bed with you is even better than Sunday. This was perfect."

"We did defile your marriage bed in style, didn't we darling?"

"Oh yes, yes we did. You are the best; I have waited for this moment without knowing."

"Kiss me and let's rest for more."

Porter heard his wife's words. He just heard her tell Silver he was the best she ever had. He felt devastated, but watched with fascination as his wife kissed and cuddled with her lover. When will he get dressed and go?

"If I suck on your perfect cock, will it get hard and want to love me again?" Porter's head snapped up when he heard Peggy's question.

"My cock will always love you, or else my cock will ravish and fuck you."

Porter's jaw dropped; Peggy giggled. "Your choice my Silver Sir; call me cocksucker and my mouth and pussy are yours to ravish. I am your willing whore tonight."

Peggy heard herself called cocksucker twice and she was ravished twice. She and Silver fucked like wild animals for more than two hours. By the time she exhausted Silver beyond her ability to raise his cock to full erection, Peggy was an exhausted woman herself laying in a totally defiled bed and covered with a glaze of love sweat.

Rich stood and turned to Porter, "She is all yours once again. You may have her tonight. Thank you one last time for holding your desire in check to allow me Peggy's purity."

Peggy raised and spread her thighs as invitation. "Come Porter, come and show me your love. Join me in the bed I have just used to mock our wedding vows. I love you my darling husband; come make love to me."

Porter's emotions had been tossed about in every manner for the past few hours. He appeared to stumble and stagger, but he was drawn to the sex fed magnetism of his wife. His mind, and most of his body, was limp and used. Most of his body was limp, except his cock was harder, stiffer, and seemed larger than ever before. He was so emotionally taut. He entered, he came to orgasm immediately, and he felt his wife's legs wrap him as she held him tight and close. Peggy kissed happily all over Porter's face.

Porter was drifting off to sleep next to his wife. The last words he heard were Peggy saying they could have another just talk night tomorrow. He felt the bed move as Peggy got up to escort Silver to the door. It was a warm night, and late; Peggy could see no reason not to have her last kisses walking all the way to his car. Her last words following one final kiss were, "I loved everything about tonight. I can't wait for more. I will tell Porter what you said when he wakes." Peggy stood nude in her driveway with headlights shining on her body as Rich Silver drove away.



You Belong to Me Ch. 03



Authors notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the third chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another. During final editing I decided combining my original chapters three and our seemed to make sense. The teasing and denial of husband in favor of the lover reaches an outrageous level as Silver replaces Porter in the marriage bed. 

Chapter Three -- Peggy entertains her Silver lover for the weekend

Sleep is a delicious enigma in many ways. A physically strenuous night of sexual activity, when garnished with the delicacy of lengthy marinade in anticipation, and served with a side dish of teased and denied husband, is a perfect sleep aid. Making love twice with Silver, and allowing Porter his release after just two days of denial let Peggy find her way to deep and restful dreamland. She was awake next to Porter Thursday morning long before he stirred.

Quiet morning time gave Peggy a perfect opportunity to contemplate the future. She outlined the weekend plan in her mind. Before Porter leaves for the office, I will tell him he has to call my Rich Silver to set up a Friday lunch date. Silver will inform him of our plans. I wonder how well Porter will accept them. I think he will understand why I want my fill of Silver all day Saturday. He will probably object when Silver tells him he is going to take the husband's place in bed Saturday night. I am sure that my faithful husband will say No forcefully when Silver tells him he is taking me to church Sunday. No sex for Porter until after Rich leaves Sunday evening will be Porter's big test.

If Porter can pass this test, he agreed to be second to Silver for this week and possibly more, I think I can have a serious sexual affair with my Rich Silver man. Silver is the alchemist who mixes my sex juices. He is exactly what I wanted in a lover. I wonder if Porter is quaking in his boots about Silver? He should be. Silver and I will have to think up something, maybe someone, to properly compensate Porter for his loss of sexual rights to his wife. Peggy's quiet musing time came to an end when Porter yawned and stretched next to her and began his wake up process.

At her vanity, with Porter still in the bathroom shaving, Peggy quickly applied lipstick and some light eye makeup. When her husband finished in the bathroom, Peggy was back in bed. "Porter honey, I think this morning is still after being with Silver. How about going to work half an hour late and let's make love right now. I want to thank you for your sacrifice in the best possible way. Come to bed honey and do me right now."

Porter was not about to turn down his wife's offer. His pale lips pressed and kissed her red ones. He touched all of Peggy's sensitive spots. Fingers probed her slick channel to start her natural river flowing. Peggy still felt a bit swollen to his fingers from all the sex last night, but getting his wife loose, lubricated and ready for morning fun had not changed. Porter mounted Peggy and eased full inside. She squeezed tight with vaginal muscles and wrapped arms tight to pull husband close. "That's it honey, do me, fuck me, show me you are as good as my Silver lover when I let you inside me."

Porter moaned when Peggy compared him to Rich. He began thrusting harder in a frantic effort to better the man who wasn't in bed with them. Peggy kept her whisper campaign of eroticism. "So good, oh so good, I love you honey, can you still feel any of Silver in me?" Porter moaned again and clutched tighter. "Yes, yes, almost, I'm almost, you're almost, almost as big as Silver, almost as good." Peggy climaxed as she spoke her last comparison. Her joy was real to her, both physically and emotionally; Porter's morning after sexing satisfied her completely.

"Oh Porter, that was so good for me. I hope it will hold you until after Silver has had me again."

"Peggy, I know I can't wait that long, too long. I am too excited; I will have to have you again tonight, and every night. I will let you alone on the days you and Rich get together, but I need you too much to give you up for long."

"No Porter, you agreed, you can't have me unless Silver has me first. You agreed to try the first week and more."

"Just the first week, that's all I agreed to."

"More, Porter, I want more. You are so good for me this way, and I like just stroking you, telling you how I feel with my Silver. Don't you see, Porter, denial is what made last night and this morning so good for you, for us."

Porter abandoned the conversation and both hurried their dressing for work. Just before leaving, Peggy gave her husband the instruction she and Silver planned as next step in their affair. "Silver wants you to call him at work today or tomorrow morning. He wants to have lunch with you Friday so you can discuss plans for the weekend man-to-man." Peggy giggled a little when Porter repeated the man-to-man phrase. She squeezed her thighs together and made a mental comparison of her two men. "You call Silver, and you and I can have a just talk tonight."

Silver and Porter did meet for lunch Friday; Porter selected a place a little more upscale than restaurants he normally used to project some status. They were half way through their meal making small talk when Silver once again complimented Porter for his courage and willingness to put his wife's interests first. "She does love you so much, and it is obvious you love her. I can not, just not, imagine there are many men like you who are willing to refrain from sex with their wife to preserve her purity for her lover. That really gives new meaning to the words sanctity of marriage."

Porter tried to redirect the conversation. "I am having great difficulty Rich; I really think Peggy's purity would be validated if I restrained myself on days when you come to visit."

"Oh no Porter, I am sure Peggy wouldn't accept just that. She expects more from her husband, and you have proven that you love her enough to give her the more she demands, the more of an affair Peggy needs." Porter slumped in his chair. He picked at his food and washed it down with coffee. He had a hard time swallowing.

"Peggy showed how much she loves you, respects you, when she decided to extend Wednesday night into Thursday morning with you." Porter looked his adversary in the eye, but with surprise written on his face. How could Silver know he and Peggy made love again when they woke up Thursday; did Peggy tell him, or did this Silver devil have a plan? "The reason I asked for lunch with you Porter, was to explain why I need just a little more of Peggy, and that means more from you, of course."

"You will understand, as a man, my problem. I am not as young as I used to be. In my younger days, I might have been able to stay very late Wednesday. I could have made love with your beautiful wife three, four, possibly five times. I could give a woman with the sexual energy, the inflamed passion, such as your wife the total satisfaction she richly deserves." Porter dropped his fork on his plate.

"I am no longer that capable; making love twice in one night is close to my limit. Peggy so obviously wants and deserves more pleasure than I can give her in just a few hours."

"What do you propose, Rich?"

"Peggy has invited me to come early for dinner tomorrow, and I will be taking her to church Sunday. Sunday will be a one week anniversary of our coming together." The agenda was public now, and Porter could see he drew the short straw. No sex for Porter until Silver fucked Peggy so long, so well, and so many times that he couldn't perform any longer.

Porter picked up the check for lunch and the two said goodbye's to return to their respective offices. "I enjoyed so much having lunch with you today Porter; we will have to do it again soon. I will pay next time since you paid today. Give Peggy my love, but not in my reserved way if you please."

While Porter and Silver had their lunch, Peggy shopped. At her favorite lingerie shop, she bought a filmy gown and robe set. She intended to wear it for Porter tonight and often on their just talk nights. She also bought a sarong and a body suit that she would wear for Silver this weekend. When I have to wear something for him, it will always be something sexy, or nothing at all as the commercial once said. Her final selection was a very sexy bra and panty set. She would wear them when Silver took her to church Sunday; both pieces were small, sheer and pristine white in color.

Porter was properly appreciative when Peggy pranced into the living room wearing her new purchase after dinner. He gave a sharp wolf whistle. Then he frowned. "I am sure Silver will love that; you look very sexy."

"Oh no, honey, I bought this to wear just for you. You like to see me wearing sexy things for you, don't you?" Porter pulled his wife to his lap and kissed her painted lips. He noticed Peggy didn't part her lips when they kissed. "I can't even get a little tongue action, honey?"

"I don't think that is a good idea tonight."

"I guess no BJ either?"

"We'll see, honey. This is just the start of a long weekend."

They talked about the upcoming weekend, and once again Porter tried to get more than Peggy was willing to give. When Porter tried to claim his right to sex after Silver and Peggy were through Saturday night, she had to explain as she would to a child. "Silver isn't going home Saturday night, and he isn't sleeping in the guest room. You will sleep there. You can be with us until it is time for you to go to bed. I will tuck you in and kiss you goodnight. Silver will be head of the household this weekend. He will sleep next to me Saturday night just the way the man of the house should."

"If Silver is man of the house, is he paying the bills too?"

"Porter, I am shocked you would say something so nasty about my lover. Really, that is beneath you." Peggy watched her husband steam; she knew she could make things easier, let Porter release some of his frustration, but she wasn't ready yet. "How about if you go and put some pajamas on and come back so we can just talk? I should have bought you a sexy pair today when I was shopping, but I just didn't think. I'm afraid I wasn't thinking too much about you."

Peggy smiled at how clever she was being the way she handled Porter. She poured two glasses of wine to put him even more at ease. When Porter returned, Peggy almost attacked him with affection. She reached through the open fly of his bottoms and held tight to her husband's erect cock. Time to keep Porter off balance.

"When I hold Silver just like this, I almost melt."

Peggy gave a few quick strokes of her husband's cock. "He makes me feel like a schoolgirl again, honey, honestly he does." Peggy squeezed the shaft in her hand as hard as she could. Porter felt his hand drawn beneath Peggy's nylon gown; he looked through the sheer fabric and saw his fingers penetrate.

"Can you feel how wet Silver makes my sweet pussy cat?"

A scowl formed, Porter thought to himself that he was the one making Peggy hot tonight, but Silver gets all the credit. "Your Rich Silver isn't here making you wet tonight, I am the one with you now."

"Oh honey, I know you are here beside me, but Silver is in my head tonight. He has been in my head since I fell into his arms last Sunday. He is the one making me wet. He is getting me ready for tomorrow; you are helping him. Let's go to bed and I will do what I can for you."

Intercourse was clearly off the agenda; Porter didn't even get the oral sex that was his fallback desire, unless the kiss on the head of his cock after she stroked a load of sperm to his chest counted as oral sex. Peggy did let Porter finger her to climax, twice. His fingers worked wonders as Peggy described all the sexual activity she anticipated during the next two days with Silver. For her part, when Peggy wasn't having an orgasm, she whispered teasing thoughts in Porter's ear about how well Silver could do her, about how good it felt to have a new and different cock in her pussy cat. As she whispered, she slowly stroked her husband's make do, substitute cock.

For half an hour and through two fairly strong climaxes, Peggy teased. When she was ready she picked up the pace and stroked Porter furiously. "You've had your fun honey, cum now so I can go to sleep and dream." Porter's first spew hit his chin; he left several streams trailing across his stomach. Peggy rubbed cum into his chest, kissed cock head, and then her husband's lips. "Goodnight honey."

Following breakfast Saturday morning, Porter announced he was going to work outside on the lawn before the sun made things uncomfortable. Peggy decided she would get her household chores out of the way early too. Peggy called him in for lunch; Porter gawked when he saw what she was wearing. "Do you like it? I bought this jumpsuit and a sarong to wear for my Rich Silver. I'll try the sarong on after lunch to get your opinion."

"I can see every part of your body; you sure aren't wearing anything underneath. You picked it for the color, right?"

"Yes, I first looked at one in black and then saw this in silver. Do you think he will like it?"

"I am sure Silver will like you painted silver; I am not sure I like seeing you give yourself to him so blatantly."

Peggy kissed her husband, "Of course you do."

They ate their lunch quietly, but each giving the other surreptitious looks trying to read minds. Peggy was trying her best to keep Porter in a quake-in-his-boots state without causing a that's it, I quit reaction. Porter was trying to figure out what happened to his playful, teasing wife that turned her into a slut for a man she met in church just last Sunday.

If Porter had any question about whether Peggy wore panties, the question was clarified while he watched her clear the lunch table. Peggy deliberately struck every provocative pose possible to stretch the silver fabric tight to her body. She certainly wasn't wearing panties, not even a little thong, and no bra either. "Peggy, you may as well go barefoot if you plan on wearing that costume for Rich, he will know immediately that's all you have on."

"You're right, that's the point, isn't it?" She kissed her husband, "The barefoot look is probably a good idea though, thank you for thinking of it."

Peggy returned fifteen minutes later wearing her new sarong. This time she was barefoot. She posed again; in her most dramatic display she had a bare leg forward and was bent at her waist to show cleavage and thigh in front, and a shapely, but covered, rear end from behind. "If I decide on this one, Silver can get his hands inside easily, or just pop it off."

Tone of voice made Porter's annoyance obvious. "He seems to have no trouble getting his hands inside your clothes, or taking them off of you for that matter."

Peggy shrugged off her husband's attitude; she smiled and blew him a kiss. "You have a right to be part of this weekend entertainment too. I'll let you choose which outfit I wear for Silver first. How do you want to wrap your gift to my lover, in silver spandex or island leis?"

"You are so considerate of me, honey; thank you so much."

Porter answered the door when the bell sounded at three-thirty. He hadn't expected Silver to arrive for a couple of hours, but Porter knew that if a woman invited him to visit for sex, he would damned sure get there early and not late. "Hello Rich, come on in, welcome. Let me get Peggy for you." Porter thought about the phrase he just used so casually; he didn't really want to get Peggy for Silver, but that is what he was doing.

"My Rich Silver lover, you are finally here." Peggy ran to greet Silver; the wrapped end of her sarong flapped open revealing most of her thigh to the waiting man's delight. The kiss they shared was long and searing hot. Porter watched them clutch at each other as their lips mashed together. "I've missed you Silver, it has been three days." Silver answered with another kiss. "Talking on the phone every day hasn't been enough." Porter wondered about their talking every day; how much was there that he didn't know? He watched his wife guide her lover's hand under the fabric of her sarong. "I've missed your touch."

There was no question at all that Silver's hand found his familiar target. Porter could see the man's fingers first knead Peggy's breast and then pinch and pull on a nipple. He watched his wife kiss Silver once again; he saw her reach below his belt to grasp her lover. Are they going to begin making love right away? They are still just saying hello, some hello; Peggy is going to screw him hello right here in the entrance foyer. To say Porter was disconcerted by events would be far too mild; what the hell is going on here?

Finally they broke apart; Peggy led Silver to the living room holding hands as new lovers do. Silver spread the folds of the sarong apart for a good look underneath. From behind, Porter could see that his wife was indeed nude under the sarong. "You do look beautiful; I can see that you are ready for me."

"Oh yes I'm ready; I have been waiting for you." And then to Porter, "Honey, would you fix us drinks; I will have white wine." Porter sighed but left them. From this point, I am servant and observer for the next two days. He wondered how he would deal with the combination of frustration, stimulation, and at least annoyance if not anger.

When he returned, Porter saw Peggy now holding her sarong apart. Her legs were spread past shoulder width, her knees bent, and her hips pushed forward. Silver was ramming into her with two fingers. They stopped their sex play and reached for their glasses when they saw Porter. Did Silver deliberately take his glass close to my face so I could smell Peggy on his fingers? They are both enjoying themselves at my expense.

"Thank you, honey", was Peggy's only acknowledgement.

"Thank you for the drink Porter, and everything else." The lovers moved to the sofa, leaving Porter to his favorite chair.

From the time they took seats, the tenor of event switched. The three engaged in light social conversation as they had their afternoon drinks. Except for the seating arrangements, Rich might well have been a neighbor stopping by on a Saturday afternoon. Silver had his hand resting on Peggy's lap, but he wasn't overtly fondling her. Peggy kept much of her focus on Porter, and spoke with him as much as with her lover. The setting was so bizarre that Porter started getting antsy. When are they going to start kissing again and go fuck? Why don't they just get on with it? We all know what is going to happen.

Peggy noticed her husband was fidgeting in his chair. "Are you restless honey, is something wrong?"

Porter sat in his chair slack jawed; he was at wits end over the entire Peggy's affair thing. Going without sexual relations for a week was not unheard of between them until Peggy found Silver. Now from Wednesday until Sunday seemed unbearable. "Silver, why don't you take Peggy to our bedroom? That is why you are here."

Peggy and Silver both just looked at Porter for a moment; then they kissed and finished their drinks. "I will Porter, thank you for the suggestion. Are you ready, Peggy dear?" They stood. "Will you join us?"

"Just leave the door open; I will be with you shortly."

In the bedroom, Peggy carefully folded each article of clothing Silver removed. When he was naked, she ran her hands over him taking in the texture of her lover's body. They kissed, and then Peggy stepped away to present her body to Silver for their pleasure. She unfastened the inner and outer ties to spread the sarong behind her with outstretched arms. "I bought this as decoration for my body as a gift for you. If you find the wrapping satisfactory, I will wear it whenever you suggest. I hope my body is also pleasing so you will enjoy me often."




You Belong to Me Ch. 03



Silver duplicated the body rub Peggy used on him. He rubbed, and then kissed, and then he rubbed more. "Your body is perfect for me, and I will request you decorate your perfect body often, if briefly." Silver completed his hand tour of Peggy's body with extended stroking of her left breast with his right hand while his left was occupied between her legs. "Concentrate on the two sensations; give your body to the pleasure you feel."

Peggy began to moan, softly at first, but getting louder as her excitement built. "Shhhhh my sweet, quiet, hold your pleasure within until I replace my fingers with lips. We both want Porter to hear how much you are enjoying me."

In the living room, Porter's mind made up the words Peggy stifled. He didn't want to follow them immediately; he wanted time alone to think, to understand what was happening in his life. He thought a drink might help; at least alcohol would calm his mind. Porter hoped so anyway. He looked blankly at the ceiling, the wall; he stared long and hard at the corridor where Silver and Peggy had disappeared. Porter took a step toward the corridor to follow, and then he turned and went to a window.

Silver has surely undressed my wife by now; it wouldn't take long given how little Peggy had on. Are they fucking now; does he have Peggy in my bed, our bed, fucking away at her body? Is Peggy pulling him closer, kissing Silver passionately; squeezing his cock with her muscles the way she does mine? Maybe they are still in the foreplay stage; maybe Rich is just toying with her body. Is that why she wants a lover, more foreplay? I'll try to remember the next time Peggy lets me make love with her. The grass on the other side of the window pane had no answers for him.

In the bedroom, Silver put his lips to another purpose. From whispering sexy sweetness in Peggy's ear, he moved them to suck on the nipple his fingers left free. Peggy purred the second Silver's lips touched her and called out her pleasure. "Hush my sweet baby; let your pleasure build even higher. Keep it all inside of you. You will know when it is time."

Porter thought he heard something from the bedroom; he cocked his ear, but the sound was gone. He's fucking her now, Rich is fucking my wife. Porter was sure the sound he heard was Peggy encouraging her lover. Why am I here when my wife is in our bedroom, in our bed fucking another man? Porter couldn't answer the question he asked himself; he searched, but the answer wouldn't come to him.

"Oh yes, Silver, Silver, that's it, yes that's it right there. Silver, oh Silver, you are the best. Oh, oh, do it, there, yes; Silver you are the best lover ever, best lover Silver. You are better than anyone." Porter heard Peggy's words. They shrieked forth, rushed out of his wife's mouth, but they came clear to husband's ear. Porter heard Peggy say that Rich, her Rich Silver, was better than him, better than anyone. Porter turned for the corridor to the bedroom; he was almost to the door when the scream burst over him everywhere. Peggy's scream was primal, loud and unintelligible. Only as Porter stepped into the bedroom could he decipher his wife's request.

"I can't wait any longer, fuck me now."

Peggy's back arched, her head thrown back and she looked straight up, her hands held Silver's head to her crotch. Porter saw Peggy in her pose and then Silver as he withdrew several fingers now wet with feminine juices. Silver broke off his kiss of love, wiped his wet fingers from Peggy's navel to her mound, and stood from kneeling between her thighs. "Yes my lady, it is time. Your husband is finally here to oversee as you present his gift to me." Porter collapsed in his chair. Silver positioned Peggy on hands and knees so the active partners could watch him.

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, I want you now. Do me now."

Silver rammed his body forward; his cock drove full inside vagina at maximum power. Peggy cried out joyous surprise. Silver withdrew slowly, held still, and then slammed forward again. All three people in the room heard the slapping sound of flesh banging together. Peggy called for more; Silver set a slow, steady, powerful cadence. The slap sound of Silver's thighs meeting Peggy's rump was the steady call of coxswain to crew: stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.

Sight and sound overwhelmed Porter; he slumped deeper into his chair. Porter had to use his hands to hold his head upright. He saw Peggy thrash her head, sometimes side-to-side, often looking back between her legs to see the sex ram battering at her. Peggy's head came up; she and Porter connected visually and Peggy smiled at her husband. They air kissed, and then Peggy turned her head to her lover. Silver's kiss was physical; he increased the pace of slapping thighs. Peggy began to babble.

"Your wife is a perfect gift, Porter. I am going to fill her soon. I do so love fucking Peggy. See how she responds to me. Tell Peggy you want her to cum for me Porter; tell her to spasm and cum on her Silver dick."

Silver's words bore into Porter's skull; the words commanded. Porter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. "It's time Porter; your wife is ready."

Porter starred at Silver; he shifted his eyes to Peggy. "Cum Peggy, cum on your lover's silver cock; he want you now. Open yourself to him, take his cum in your cunt; open your womb for his silver seed."

Porter's words released the water over the dam. Peggy thrashed and screamed her orgasm. Silver bellowed and shook. Eventually their sounds dropped away, but Silver still held Peggy skewered to him; both arms wrapped around her tummy to hold her as close as possible. Silver pumped the last of his sperm at the door Porter had bid her open. Finally the couple collapsed on the bed. Porter was just as exhausted in his chair. His expenditure of emotional energy matched the lover's physical. He was panting almost as hard as they.

All three fell asleep mentally exhausted. Peggy was the first to wake, after half-an-hour. I want more, she thought, I should go clean myself and get ready for more sex with my Rich Silver. Peggy saw the cock that had just taken her. No longer fully erect, Silver's cock still impressed her. He was thick, even seeing my lover's cock flopped against his thigh and not reaching for my pussy cat, I want him. I want to kiss and clean that cock and make it ready for me again.

Peggy's hair dragging across his stomach began to arouse Silver; when the warmth of her mouth covered cock, his eyes snapped open. Silver remained silent while enjoying the sensations that brought him alert. He moved a hand to gently stroke Peggy's face and let it rest on her shoulder. Silver had his quiet thoughts too. This woman is a treasure, and she literally fell into my arms; I didn't pursue her at all. She wants me so much and sex with Peggy is fantastic for her desire. We seem to have her husband well under control too. Silver looked at Porter in his chair and saw he was still dozing.

"Oh yes, Peggy dear, you suck my cock so well. Have you been practicing with Porter?"

Key words bored through the fog clouding Porter's brain. He heard her name, Peggy, then suck followed by cock. His eyes opened when he heard his own name, and then his wife's words slapped him fully awake.

"Some, Porter gets some practice sucks, and some play sucks too. I don't let him have as much suck time as he wants, but if he lets me have more time with you I might give him more." Silver looked to Peggy, then to Porter to see if he heard. "I don't need to practice sucking you Silver; your cock is perfect for my mouth. Your cock is perfect for my pussy cat too." Peggy quit talking and returned to sucking.

Silver reached full erection. "I'm ready Peggy; I hope you are."

"Get on top of me this time my Silver man; show my husband how his wife must be cared for." Silver used more than cock to love Peggy. He stroked, fondled and pinched with his hands; with mouth he kissed, licked and nipped with his teeth. Every part of Peggy's body received pleasure as Silver circled his attention toward that special place between her legs. "Oh God Yes, suck my clit just like that; suck me there forever."

After two small spasms, Silver decided it was time to mount up. He held Peggy's legs up and out so he could sink his cock unimpeded deep into her. "Work me sweet Peggy, use your woman muscles to pull me deeper."

Peggy did her best to climb the pole inside her. Even Porter from his chair was impressed. He never knew his wife had that much muscle control. How did she lift her body off the bed? Was Silver's cock that rich, that powerful? Porter watched Peggy climb up the pole, she seemed to hang, and then WHAM -- Silver slammed cock and Peggy down, driving her into, almost through, the mattress.

Porter held his breath. Peggy screamed. Silver began a high speed, inhumanly powered, fast thrusting fuck motion. Peggy wrapped her love machine with arms and legs and held on for a pleasure ride. Porter wondered if there would be anything left of Peggy for him when Silver finished with her. Finally the speed and intensity of their sex overwhelmed their bodies and they climaxed once again.

Porter exhaled. Peggy and Silver were mashed together, glued by sweat, grinning and panting at each other. "Peggy, I have to have you now; I can't stand anymore."

"No Porter, not yet; not today. We are just getting started and Silver and I have a long way to go before I will need you again."

First the lovers, then Porter, showered and adjourned to the living room. They had drinks to restore fluids worked away by passion, and Peggy put out a fruit tray. Surrealism returned and conversation covered every topic except what just happened in the bedroom. "We can either eat here, I will fix something, or I have another new outfit I bought just to model for you, Silver. We could go out to eat. Porter knows a very nice restaurant where he could treat. What is your pleasure, my lovers?"

Porter was very sure his pleasure was not being chauffeur to Peggy and her lover as they went to dinner tonight. His only consolation, the thought came to him when he glanced at the mirror to see the activity in the back seat, was Silver was with Peggy and her outrageous silver jumpsuit would not be attributed to Porter if people they knew happened to see them. When Peggy modeled for him Friday night her hair and makeup were perfect, and the skin suit screamed blatant sexuality. Saturday night, after sex with Silver twice, Peggy's hair was tousled and makeup hastily repaired. Anyone who saw her would know Peggy had just come from bed, but not sleep.

Peggy looped a hand through her husband's arm and allowed him the privilege of escorting her to the table they were given; she pulled her hand away and gave it to Silver, giving her lover the honor, and choice, of seating arrangements. While waiting to be served, Peggy explained that she decided on this restaurant when she and Porter were still talking about the possibility of a lover for her. "The dance floor here is so romantic and perfect for the three of us together." Porter cringed and looked around the room to distract himself.

Once again the three way interaction drifted to a normal conversation for a couple out with a friend. Silver steered conversation to the jobs each held; Porter just shook his head in wonder. After dinner they moved to the romantic lounge area that Peggy mentioned earlier. The lighting was dark enough that Silver allowed his hands the pleasure of Peggy's body through spandex. The lover couple decided to dance after their first drink. Silver continued his exploration on the dance floor.

Porter watched them move on the dance floor, and he admitted to himself that they danced well together. He could see the chemistry Peggy talked about. His jaw dropped; Porter knew the male half of the couple just sitting at a table across the lounge. The man gave a small wave of recognition. I hope he thinks we are just entertaining an out of town guest, Porter thought. I wonder what he thinks, might say, about my wife's costume. Silver gave the couple the same sort of casual gesture when he and Peggy returned from dancing. Oh crap, they will know Silver is not a visitor; they will guess he is Peggy's lover.

Porter wanted to run and hide, "Can we leave now, I am sure you two would like to resume your fun?"

"Oh, not yet honey; I want one more drink and one more dance with Silver. I would say yes if you asked for a dance too."

Silver made a mild show of kisses and touches as he and Peggy had their drink. Porter could tell he was playing to the couple both knew. When they danced once more, Silver was actively possessive toward Peggy; he touched her rear, her boobs and once very low on Peggy's stomach. Porter gasped when Peggy covered the hand on her stomach and tried to push it even lower.

"Okay Porter, we can go now. I think Peggy and I are ready to return to the bedroom." Porter watched his wife kiss her agreement.

"Why don't you get the car? Peggy and I will say hello to our friends, and I will pay the tab. We will meet you out front." Porter was trapped and he knew it. That Peggy had a lover named Silver would be part of the town legend in thirty seconds. He left for the car feeling like he was a snake crawling away from daylight.

At home, Porter got a sister kiss from his wife. She talked about being pleased meeting a couple they all knew at the restaurant. "Both of them took a good hard look at my new jumpsuit and liked what they saw, didn't they Silver?"

"Oh yes my sweet thing; he tried to peel it off with his eyes, and she tried to cut it off with her eyes. Both of them would have you exposed, although for different reasons. I bet he gets an earful in bed tonight."

Peggy giggled, "Speaking of bed tonight, you should go put your pajamas on now Porter. I will come to the guest room and kiss you goodnight in a few minutes. Silver and I will be retiring shortly. We need some private time for the rest of the night.

Porter was mildly surprised that his wife was still in her silver skin when she came to the guest room fifteen minutes later. "Thank you for being so good today, honey. You have been understanding."

"I need you Peggy; I need something from you." Peggy put her hands on his shoulder and eased her husband flat. Porter felt a glimmer of hope, and the hope grew when Peggy kissed him.

"Not until tomorrow night honey, you know that you agreed to wait. Remember how good you felt after waiting on Wednesday; just imagine how I will make you feel Sunday night." Peggy kissed her husband one last time and gave his cock a good bye squeeze, "We'll try not to make too much noise."

Leaving her husband in the guest room, Peggy rejoined Silver in the living room. "Now we have the time we need to ourselves. You are my Rich Silver man, and I am your silver woman wearing silver skin just for you. Should I peel my silver skin for your pleasure? Would you rather have the honor?"

"Stay just as you are my Peggy; I love the silver skin you wear just for me. Come, give yourself to me." Silver's hands explored every place the silver spandex covered: legs, arms, breasts, bottom. Peggy hid nothing, held nothing back. "You are beautiful; I was so proud to be out with you tonight, to dance, to have you by my side, in my arms."

"I hope you were proud when friends saw us dancing together. They must know I dressed just for you, don't you think?"

"I will call him during the week and tell him. I will make sure he knows you dressed for me, and that I was the man who undressed you."

"I don't care who knows, everyone should know. I want everyone to know I am yours and you are mine. Make sure he tells his wife; tell him you are spending the night in my bed instead of Porter."

Silver Man and his Silver Covered Woman cuddled with one another sharing a single glass of wine. Peggy raised the glass to her lover's lips to drink; he did likewise for her. When the glass was emptied, Silver decided it was time to have Peggy shed her skin. He draped her costume over the sofa back and led their return to bed. Porter would find it later, whenever he woke up and moved about.

At bedroom entrance, they stopped to kiss. Silver lifted Peggy into his arms and carried her to the bed. "It is tradition; a man carries a woman over the threshold and to bed to consummate their bonding."

Peggy replied that this wasn't really their first time, but it wouldn't be last either. "You can carry me over the threshold any time you want me. When I come to you in your home you can carry me."

In the guest room across the hall, Porter's eyes snapped open from his non-sleep. He heard footfalls and stairs creaking first; next he heard their murmurs. For all of her soft voice when his wife spoke, Peggy's when I come to you in your home carried clearly to Porter's ear. He shivered. She is going to him completely; Silver is winning her. Silver is taking Peggy. Peggy is going to him, with him. What have we done?

Porter heard his wife speak again, "Oh yes my Silver lover, you feel so good in me. You belong in me. Take me lover; I am yours tonight." Porter pulled a pillow over his head to block the sounds.

As husband hid beneath pillows, lover took husband's rightful place in bed with wife. Silver flexed his hips in measured and steady thrust between Peggy's open thighs. As Silver hips stroked thrills through her sex, his lips kissed and nibbled over every inch of Peggy's neck and across her shoulders. Her excitement soared; Peggy clutched her lover's back to hold him close; she held his head tight to press kisses home. "Make love to me just like this all night long my Silver lover."

Silver's slow pace prolonged their loving, but could not last forever. Peggy's arms and legs drawing them together, in concert with her inner clutching, eventually overwhelmed Silver's disciplined resolve. Their motions grew frantic; breath came as gasps drawing air into lungs. Lovers clutched, bit and slapped each other as passion consumed them. They screamed a final time and collapsed into one another.

Peggy's scream of orgasm penetrated through Porter's pillow. He heard his wife clearly. "Oh yes, Silver, yes, more, fill me, I feel you, I love you, you are the best lover ever."

Porter threw his pillow and sat upright. He couldn't hide in feigned sleep. Soft sounds, murmurs and bedroom sounds continued coming from his bedroom, from Peggy and her lover. Porter couldn't make out words, but he could interpret the sounds clearly. Porter had to flee from those sounds. On his way downstairs, one last coherent sentence came through clearly. "Let me kiss your Silver cock that has just given me the best sex I have ever known."

Porter fixed a stiff drink and sat in the living room next to Peggy's molted silver skin. Events of the last week tore at his emotions. Left hand held his glass; right hand stroked the spandex suit. Was he still married to Peggy? Did they have a future? What happened to their family that they fashioned over the last twenty years? Did Silver take it away from him? Will Peggy leave and go with her Rich Silver? Porter asked himself the questions, but he had no answers. He sat in the dark and slowly drank his whiskey.

Upstairs, Peggy very lovingly kissed and licked at the cock that had given her so much sexual pleasure tonight. Peggy made no attempt to stimulate her lover; she just wanted to savor her bliss and the phallus that had given her delight. Silver was exhausted; kisses could not keep him awake. Peggy finally broke away; she decided to go to her husband.

Porter's head snapped up from a place of uncertainty as Peggy straddled him. "Did we keep you awake? I didn't think about noise." Porter reached to pull her close. He needed his Peggy and she came to him. He felt his wife's kiss, her lips and tongue. He mind repeated her last words about best sex and kissing cock, and he tried to pull away.




You Belong to Me Ch. 03



"What's wrong?"

"I heard you."

"I know; I'm sorry, Porter, I shouldn't have been so loud."

"Not the noise. You just sucked him, his cock."

"Yes!"

"You told him he was the best ever."

Peggy paused; she could see no need to lie. "Yes, I said that. This time together was special; it was just the two of us."

"Where does that leave me?"

"With me, you are with me where you always have been and always will be. You are my husband; Silver is my lover. He can never be you." Peggy took the whiskey glass from Porter and drank a mouthful. She swished, swallowed, and licked her lips before kissing her husband once again. "Silver's taste is gone; was that kiss better?"

Porter didn't answer. Peggy drew her husband's hand to her crotch. "Feel my heat; feel how wet I am. Silver and I are in there. If you can wait a few more hours, I will welcome you back to your rightful place my loving husband."

"I want you now; I need you. Please Peggy, help me."

Peggy painted her lips with love juices from her pussy cat. "I am going back to my lover now. You can kiss us before I go, but that is all while Silver is here. Do you want to kiss me now, Porter?"

Peggy walked away, up the stairs and away. Porter sat bewildered on the sofa; he finished his drink and had one more before he too went to bed - in the guest bedroom.

Drained from the stress of Saturday, Porter should have slept until the jangle of the alarm clock called him Sunday morning for church. Instead, his wife's voice was his wake-up alarm. "Oh Silver, yes, this is so good. I love riding you like this. Hi-yo Silver, do me Silver, love me you big Silver stud."

Porter's eyes opened wide in an instant; his head snapped toward the sound. A deeper voice stung Porter's ears, "Ride me Peggy, ride my cock horse. You can be my jockey in every race."

Porter wondered; have they been at it all night? I know Rich told me he couldn't keep up the pace now that he was older. Porter was glad Peggy hadn't met him years ago. Lust noise from the master bedroom, his bedroom that he shared with his wife, slapped at Porter's ears every time he tried to close his eyes and return to sleep. His cock was stiff, as thick and hard as he could ever remember; was it a morning erection, or Peggy's cries of love?

Grabbing his shorts, Porter walked to the bathroom. "Oh Silver, yes, suck them, suck my boobies while I ride you." Porter's head snapped back to look at the closed door that barely muffled the sounds behind it. He closed the bathroom door and flushed the toilet immediately.

Finally, wearing only his shorts, Porter padded barefoot to the kitchen to make coffee. He was on his second cup when he sensed movement; Peggy stood in the kitchen doorway. "Oh good, you have coffee made." She poured herself a cup, took a first sip, and kissed her husband. "Bless you Porter, I need this coffee."

Peggy moved a chair close to her husband and let one hand rest on his thigh while she drank from her cup. Between sips she kissed his cheek. She knew Porter must have heard the noise they made again this morning. That must be why he was awake so early. Peggy lifted his hand and moved it to her left breast, over her heart. "Please kiss me Porter, please."

They kissed, drank more coffee, kissed more times. "Peggy, I can't stand this; I can't take any more of you and Silver."

Peggy put down her cup and held her husband tight. "Yes you can, Porter; I know you can for me. It is hard for you, I know that, but you can give me just a little more. You have always been there for me. You will be there for me for just a little while longer, won't you?"

Peggy poured them each another cup of coffee and started another pot. "It won't be much longer, honey; Silver is in the shower now. I will shower after this cup of coffee. Silver and I will rest a little more; you should try to rest too. We will go to church, have steaks on the grill after church and then Silver will go home. I will take care of you; I promise." Peggy took Porter's hand in hers and they quietly finished their coffee before going their separate ways.

"You look relaxed and refreshed my Silver lover. You can have coffee while I shower." Peggy gave the cup and a warm kiss; she left the bathroom door open so Silver could listen. The first sound heard, tinkling splashes in the toilet bowl followed by a rush of water swirling fouled water away. There was a lighter sound too, is she humming a song? Silver smiled inside and sipped his coffee.

As the heavier sound of shower water began, Silver reviewed the past week. Peggy certainly is a beautiful woman, yes woman and not a young girl at all. Her beauty is her experience, and her desire for even more experience. She is totally unashamed of showing her less than perfect middle aged body in the bedroom or in public. She is unashamed of having and being a lover too, having a lover in the bedroom, in public, and in front of her husband. I wonder if I can keep up with her. I was playing with Porter when I told him I wasn't as young as I used to be; now I am not sure.

Silver listened to shower sounds; he could still hear Peggy singing to herself. The least I can do for my new lover is be waiting with a fluffy towel to finish her shower. Peggy was surprised when she opened the shower door, but stepped straight away into the towel her lover held open for her. Silver kissed each body part as he toweled her dry. "We don't need these towels; come back to bed with me as you are my Peggy woman."

In bed, Silver kissed and touched Peggy everywhere, not as foreplay but for pleasure. They had no time constraints; neither one expected or tried for high passion. Delight in discovering each body part was a simple joy. Finally Silver expressed the thought that had been working its way though his mind. "I was toying with Porter when I told him I was not as young as I once was. Your sensual desire has turned prediction into reality. I may need to call on some friends for help."

Peggy hummed a nonsense tune and looked at her Silver lover. "Not yet, I want you alone for a while." She kissed all over her lover's face before settling on his lips. "I want you alone in your bed next." Peggy rubbed her cheek through silver black chest hair and kissed each nipple. She straddled her lover and sat upright drawing his hands to her boobies. "Do you have some friends you can trust, trust with me?" Before Silver could answer Peggy kissed him. "I have to think of Porter too, do you have a friend for Porter?"

Silver rolled Peggy off and to the side so he could clutch and kiss. He shifted again and now their positions were reversed. "I know men who would buy lottery tickets to have a chance to be with you like this. Would you like one or two winners to you lottery?" Peggy chuckled and their lips pressed in a suckling kiss; she felt her lover's penis stir and firm.

"I would be the winner." Kissing continued. Peggy reached between them to hold Silver's treasure. If you can find someone to distract my husband, I will let you pick two lucky winners for me and we can have another weekend just like this. Can you do all of that?"

Silver nuzzled into his woman's neck kissing and nipping. He shifted his hips and suddenly his cock slipped into her special heavenly place. "Peggy, you are a treasure. I know just the two men to help me satisfy your special lust. I know a woman who can keep Porter company too. She is from El Salvador, thirty-nine years old with a son and daughter. Porter can have all three if he wants. The daughter is eighteen and beautiful; her son is twenty and gay."

Peggy began laughing hard. She pulled Silver down tight on her and wrapped her arms around him. Her pussy cat began milking the Silver cock inside. "I know the Lord blessed me in church last week when he tripped me into your arms. Maybe the Lord is really a woman who knows just what her girl children need." Peggy continued her slow milking action. "Do you want to cum again or should we dress and go give thanks to her for bringing us together."

"I think we should go to church today. I know I need to pray for strength to keep up with you my sweet Peggy."

Peggy modeled her new pure white bra and panty set for her lover before she covered her body with a modest dress suitable for church. "I knew having you this weekend would be a religious experience so I went shopping for something pretty to wear with you under my church clothes. Only you will see the lace and know I am keeping our purity close. Give me your hand so you can feel your treasure."

Peggy guided Silver's hand under her skirt to give him freedom to roam and fondle. She used her other hand to play with the silver and black hair on his chest. "Just a moment more and then I better make sure Porter is getting dressed."

Church service allowed Peggy another chance to show off with two men. She stayed between them constantly with her arms looped through an arm of each of her men. If she kissed one on the cheek, she automatically gave the same kiss to the other. Silver stayed as close to Peggy's side as possible, as though they were joined. On the other hand, Porter shied away. He would have moved even further excepting the pull of Peggy's arm through his.

After a mercifully short sermon, Peggy made sure to lead her men to couples she knew so she could great them socially. There could be no doubt Peggy was showing off her new lover. Porter stewed in his embarrassment, but he could do nothing without making a scene that would make him look even more foolish. Finally they returned home.

"I am going to change back into my sarong, Porter. Could you start the grill after you change?" An hour later the three sat around the patio table having grilled steaks, baked potato and a salad. Peggy was queen bee in her bright colored sarong with her left leg bare and protruding. Porter had changed into shorts and a pull over. Silver stayed dressed in the suit he wore to church. Their conversation was strained.

Finally it was time for Silver to go. "Porter my good friend, I thank you sincerely for giving your beautiful bride for my pleasure this weekend. I can't think of a greater gift I have ever received. You are a truly magnanimous gentleman."

Peggy walked her lover to the door where she opened her sarong before hugging and kissing Silver goodbye. "I must take care of Porter now. Can I see you again this week, this Wednesday again?"

Silver agreed and said he would call to confirm arrangements.

"I think Thursday might be better, I will let Porter have the rest of today and tomorrow. That will still give me time to get pure to be with you." They shared a last kiss and once again Peggy stood watching until Silver's car vanished from sight.

"Come to bed with me my loving husband. I have kept you away from my pussy cat far too long." Peggy reached for Porter's hand and led him off. In their bedroom she guided her husband's hand between her legs. "Thank you my darling, now I am yours again, all yours. My pussy cat is just for you." Porter's need for Peggy and her pussy cat overwhelmed his anxiety. Even used by Silver, he still needed the reassurance of love his wife now offered.



You Belong to Me Ch. 04



Authors notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the fourth chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another. Much of this chapter is devoted to Peggy cleverly manipulating her husband so she can have her first date with her lover. 

 Chapter Four -- Peggy and Silver's first date

Monday was beautiful, at least weather wise. The sky offered enough cloud cover and breeze to keep the temperature bearable without threat of rain. Porter decided a long lunch in the park would help him think through his troubles and concerns. That his beloved wife Peggy had a lover in her Rich Silver was the root of Porter's trouble, but it wasn't all that simple. Peggy seemed head over heels in love, not just with her Silver man, but with sex in every way.

Porter spread his lunch on the bench beside him, took a first bite of his sandwich, and stared at the leaves on a tree as he chewed. He reviewed the weekend in his mind. My wife screwed her lover all day Saturday and then again Sunday morning. She denied me to keep herself pure for Silver. Peggy made me watch her screw Silver; screw hell, they flat-out fucked themselves senseless, and then Peggy cut me out and took him to our bedroom alone to make love the rest of the night.

Several birds flew from the tree interrupting Porter's reverie; he ate another bite from his sandwich. The breeze made small ripples on the surface of the man-made pond. Porter continued his review. When Silver left Sunday after church and lunch, Peggy turned her need for sex to me. Okay, I was quick on the trigger the first time; Peggy had been teasing me since Wednesday, no wonder I was quick. The second time was better, but then she wanted to do it again before we turned in for the night. We haven't done three times since we were first married.

Peggy and I are going to have-to-have a just talk night tonight. Our just talk nights are becoming just talk about sex night; what happened to everything else we do together? Did Peggy and Silver make plans for this week too? Am I going to be cut off again? I only agreed with one week; I better take a stand or things will get completely out of control in my marriage. Porter ate the last of his sandwich. Get out of control isn't the issue Porter; you have already allowed all control to slip from your grasp. Silver and Peggy are in charge and they have the channel changer.

Peggy was in midst cooking dinner when Porter came home and gave her a bland hello and perfunctory kiss. She recognized his malaise and understood her actions caused Porter's problem. "Go change, honey, freshen up. I will have dinner on the table in twenty minutes." Peggy used a warm, close hug and a loving kiss as send off.

Trying to bring Porter out of his mood during dinner, Peggy talked about any and every topic except the past weekend and the sexual adventure she and Silver lived. By the time they finished, Porter progressed beyond monosyllable answers, but he was still moody and concerned. Peggy knew he was in no proper mood to say yes to the plan the lovers had in mind. They would have a just talk session tonight followed by the best loving sex Peggy could give her husband. Maybe talking and great sex would get Porter in a mood where he would agree that Peggy and Silver needed even more time together.

After dinner, Porter settled into his favorite chair and Peggy took the sofa. Peggy tried to keep their conversation on diversionary subjects, but Porter wouldn't be put off any longer. "I agreed that you could put Silver first for a week, Peggy, but the week is over. I can't live with another week like last week. It was too much; you asked for too much from me."

How to answer, Peggy wondered? She had mulled the possibilities over during dinner; she could be forceful and direct, coquettish and tease her husband, she could even try to reason with him. "Are you sure it was too much for you honey, you're not getting old on me, are you?" Peggy decided to start with teasing, but with a little bit of reasoning thrown in. "We had better sex together this past week than in a couple of years, and a lot more of it."

"You sure had a lot more sex, you and Silver. I'm not so sure about you and me." Porter only thought he was ready with his charges.

Peggy was waiting for his best shots. "Porter, honey, when was the last time we had sex every day of the week? Do you remember; I sure don't?" They stared at one another and both had to smile because what Peggy said was so true. "Our loving was pretty good, wasn't it honey?"

Porter had no choice but agree, "Yes Peggy, we did make love every day in one way or another, if you count hand jobs and the other stuff."

Peggy also knew how to use flattery. "I think you liked the other stuff we did, honey. Hard as your big gun got, and the big bang that it gave, told me you liked the other stuff too." Peggy decided the time had come to begin steering toward Thursday. "Seeing Silver and I together, hearing us together, bothered you a lot more than the way you and I made love last week, didn't it?"

"Well, yes, of course. Seeing you and Silver have sex, screw and rut, make love, hurt." Porter considered what he just said; it had hurt, but he got excited too. "Hearing you tell Silver how much you wanted him, that you loved him really hurt, Peggy; but I did get hard watching you together, at least a little excited. Going out together, being with you as you showed off with your new lover was embarrassing, especially going to church." Porter paused again before continuing; he finally walked directly into Peggy's trap. "I don't want you to humiliate me like that again."

"I'm sorry, honey, I guess I was being a bit selfish. I wasn't thinking of you too much. I was so thrilled to be with Silver I just wanted everyone to know. I didn't think how it would embarrass you." Peggy went to Porter's chair and kissed her apology. "I'll make sure I am a better wife to you when we are in public and reserve my enthusiasm for when it's just Silver and I together."

Returning to the sofa, Peggy decided to strengthen her argument for Thursday night alone with Silver. "I gave you everything in every way, Porter; we made love just about every way a husband and wife can make love. How many married couples can say they did everything last week?"

Peggy blew her husband a kiss and switched back to coquette. "I liked having you after I had Silver, honey; I know you belong to me when you love me after my lover is through. It's like coming home to you from an exciting trip. I like having you the next day too, just us, the way we will make love tonight."

Porter's grin broadened, he thought about getting out of his chair and crossing to the sofa. Peggy's offer of hot sex tonight seduced him, almost. "Just tonight?"

"I love you every night, honey; I hope you know that after all these years. I love making love with you in every way." Peggy blew another kiss toward her husband and wiggled her tongue. She made a stroking gesture with her right hand and then brought it between her legs to squeeze. She was ready for her closing argument; she hoped Porter would buy her proposal.

With right hand still between her thighs she blatantly stroked her mound, "Tonight we make love this way honey. You want me, don't you?" Peggy brought her hand to mouth and sucked two fingers deep, "Tuesday this way." She heard Porter groan, and Peggy knew she was winning. "Wednesday will be whisper and touch time again; do you think you are up for three days in a row?"

Porter was getting warm in his shorts listening to Peggy outline the week. He admitted only to himself that since Peggy had her Silver chemical explosion and set her hormones on fire, their sexual married life burned white hot. Still, the unease of the denial he felt bugged him. "You have to add Tuesday in with Wednesday, honey, that would make things even hotter."

"You want my mouth a little closer to you, is that what you are trying to tell me? We'll see, I don't want to overwork you. You might need a day of rest." Peggy had to choose: deny, tease, agree; which should she use? Time for direct action, she decided. "Okay, I will leave you exhausted Wednesday night, and still be pure when I go to Silver Thursday." Porter thought he had won the just talk night points; Peggy knew she did.

Holding hands, the couple retired to their bedroom to consummate their week of sex plan. They undressed each other, fell to their bed clutching for hard, quick, loving, and then made love slow and tender after a respite of cuddle time. "I do still love to make love with you, honey, don't ever think the chemistry I have with Silver comes between us." Peggy snuggled close and kissed her husband's ear before whispering, "If you can get up for one more time we can see what Wednesday might be like."

With a soft touch and sultry words, Peggy managed to get Porter ready for a third time this night. She draped her hair over her husband's waist and bobbed her head up and down. If Porter realized his wife was pleasing him with an ulterior motive of Thursday night, he never gave a hint. His pleasure of the moment was his only concern.

Tuesday Peggy changed into her sarong immediately after dinner. She cuddled close on the sofa as they watched television and shared together time. After a while Porter reached for the bare thigh that had been at the edge of vision for the last half hour; Peggy drew his hand higher and trapped him against the lace of her panties. When the show they were watching ended Peggy asked her simple question, "Are you ready?"

They walked hand-in-hand to their bedroom; Peggy stopped her husband at the door with a kiss. "Silver carried me in here Saturday night; you can carry me tonight if you want." Porter set his wife down beside their bed and reached to undo her sarong. "Let me undress you first, honey." When Peggy had him nude she took Porter's erection in both hands. "It shouldn't take you long to undress me, I'm not wearing much."

Peggy didn't mention her lover at all while stroking her honey. She wanted Porter to concentrate completely on the fantastic oral experience she was giving. After three times Sunday and again Monday, she had no difficulty making tonight's love time a long lasting pleasure for both. Just to be sure Porter was completely satisfied and not left wanting, Peggy let him choose whether their last kiss would be to lips or cock head. "Let's just kiss goodnight, Peggy; I need to save some for tomorrow." Peggy smiled in the dark, her plan was working; they kissed warmly and cuddled together in sleep.

Wednesday evening, Peggy had an after work get together with her girlfriends. She told Porter he should try to schedule a happy hour with his buddies. They agreed to meet at home no later than eight o'clock. That morning at breakfast Peggy teased once more. "Don't get too happy with your friends Porter; remember what I promised for tonight." Porter chuckled and gave his wife a warm off to work kiss. He had half an erection while driving to his office.

Porter and his friends all stopped for a beer after work. They tried to stay on their favorite topics, fishing and baseball, but Porter did get them distracted when he casually mentioned he had been too tied up with Peggy lately to enjoy either recreation. Jack tossed in an I heard that before comment and all four guys were off to the races about wives keeping them busy. Porter wondered if Jack meant something more, but couldn't ask. Did he know something, hear something? They got back on topic by agreeing to catch a game the next home stand.

Peggy and her friends weren't beer drinkers; they ordered either wine or icy-fruity drinks. Conversation was spirited though. Peggy began with a warning that she had to be home before eight and that opened a jovial question about meeting a boyfriend. Quiet ruled for a moment or two before Peggy finally answered. "No, tonight is for Porter; tomorrow is for my boyfriend."

Four stunned friends dropped their jaws as one. Peggy tried to get off telling as few details, but with delicious romance, as possible. In the end, she divulged his name, Silver, told about buying the skin tight silver jump suit to wear for him, and that she and Silver would be going to dinner tomorrow night. Peggy also owned up to her friends that Silver's kisses made her feel like a teenager again, and admitted without saying that he was very good in bed.

When the women tried to bring Porter's role into discussion, Peggy resisted all questions other than say Porter did know what was going on. She insisted on changing subjects, but since she had the most exciting news, talk kept returning to Peggy and Silver. Finally she bid her adieu repeating what she began with, "I really need to get home to Porter, tonight is his night and tomorrow is for Silver and I."

Both Porter and Peggy arrived home before eight o'clock, had a sandwich snack dinner, and retired to their bedroom. Peggy told her husband any household chores could wait until tomorrow after work. "That way you will have something to keep you occupied while I am out with Silver."

Porter was confused and put off; he clearly said so. Peggy explained her plan for tomorrow. Silver would take her to dinner, and then they would go to his home to be together. "He will bring me home reasonably early, Porter; Friday is a work day."

"You are going out with Silver and leaving me here? He is going to pick you up, take you to dinner, take you to his home to screw you, and then bring you home? That is a date, Peggy."

Peggy giggled, "Yes, I know. I haven't been on a date since you and I were dating years ago." She gave her husband a loving hug and kiss before continuing. "I know you were upset last weekend seeing and hearing us. I am sorry I got so carried away that you heard those things. This way you won't have to hear us. If I say something in the heat of the moment it won't get you all out of sorts. I don't ever want to hurt your feelings."

"I don't know Peggy; I really don't like you going on a date with Silver and without me."

"Trust me on this, honey; I really think it will be better for you and best for me too." Peggy kissed him again and made sure to slip her tongue between her husband's lips. "I want to have my schoolgirl date with Silver; he wants it too. Now let's you and I keep that promise we made to each other."

Peggy used all of her feminine skill and twenty plus years of bedroom experience with her husband to slowly build maximum excitement. Her kisses were soft; her fingers knew just where and how to touch. When she whispered in his ear she described how she would dress and act for her date tomorrow. When Peggy sensed Porter reacting to her sexy words she moved close to his cock so he could feel warm breath and close but not quite touching kisses down there. Peggy decided when it was time and had no trouble bringing her honey to exciting climax while keeping his essence away from her mouth and pussy cat. Satisfied, Porter drifted off to sleep while Peggy reserved her purity for her Silver lover tomorrow night.

At work Thursday, Peggy reviewed in her mind plans she had been making all week. She considered, but rejected, a new dress and hairdo. She didn't want her husband to think she was going overboard for Silver, at least about things Porter might consider extravagant. She had that very nice dress she bought to wear for her anniversary date with Porter two years ago that showed off her figure and especially her cleavage. The blue sequined pumps she bought then were still almost new; Peggy rarely wore four inch heel shoes. Taking off work an hour early would give her plenty of time to fix her own hair, nails and makeup. There was just no sense making Porter think she was spending a lot of money trying to be beautiful just for Silver.

Her friend Sheila called her at work after lunch just to ask if Peggy really was going on a date tonight with her new boyfriend. The conversation they had sounded more like two giggly school girls than one between two mature married women. They could have been their daughters talking.

By the time Porter returned home from work, Peggy was well into making herself beautiful for her lover. As he changed from suit to casual clothes Porter couldn't help but notice his wife at her vanity. Peggy knew her husband's schedule and she had planned the scene so he would see her in the sexy bra and panty set she selected for tonight. The tops of her boobies were clearly on display. The garter belt and silver grey stockings she selected were a seldom worn change from the pantyhose she would normally wear, and Peggy knew she looked sexy almost dressed like this.

Peggy stood and slowly turned full around to give her husband a good look before going to him for a hotter than normal welcome home kiss. The really tall heels she wore for tonight gave an aura of dominance that was fitting. "You are going all out for your date with Silver tonight, aren't you, Honey?"

"Yes!" Peggy let her voice soften until she was almost purring. "A girl has to look good from inside to out if she wants to feel good from outside to in. I haven't had a date like this in a long time. I want to feel really good inside tonight. I am almost ready; if you will pour me a glass of wine I will join you in ten minutes and we can wait for Silver to ring the bell."

Silver rang the doorbell at exactly seven o'clock; Peggy nudged Porter toward the door to greet him while she waited in the living room. As her men approached, Peggy could hear Silver praising Porter for his courage letting Peggy and he have their date night. Silver's solicitous attitude was a strategy he had used from the start to keep Porter off guard. Peggy marveled at the way she and Silver were always able to maneuver Porter exactly where they wanted him. Controlling Porter was almost as much fun as sex with Silver, Peggy thought, almost but not quite.

Porter made a gesture; Peggy pressed into her Silver date and initiated a steamy kiss. They broke, Peggy beamed a smile, and she reached for his hand pulling it to her left breast. When Silver squeezed and kneaded, and when Peggy was sure Porter was watching, she closed in for one more kiss. "Are we ready to go my Silver lover?" And then to Porter, "Good night Honey. We won't be too late, but you don't have to wait up for me. I will be safe with my Rich Silver man, won't I darling?"

Porter realized he had been bamboozled by his wife and her lover once again. He watched them pass through the front door with some other man's hand around his wife's waist and gripping one cheek of her rear end. He had just watched his wife give one of her breasts to another man. Porter had no doubt that as soon as their dinner was finished they would head straight for Silver's bed. How did we, how did I, ever get into this situation? What can I do to get my wife back? He decided to fix a stiff drink and think things through.

Peggy and her man, of course, shared a quick romantic chuckle on the way to Silver's car and then promptly put Porter completely out of mind. They enjoyed a light meal punctuated by conversation, tender touching and discreet kisses. By eight forty-five they were in a club with intentions of two drinks apiece, a few dances, followed by an early departure to Silver's home. In spite of her assurance to Porter that she would be home early because tomorrow was a work day, Peggy intended to take whatever time proved necessary to enjoy her first night in Silver's bed to the maximum.

On the dance floor snuggled close in her lover's arms, Peggy felt the Silver arm low at her waistline lift and wave. "Did you see someone we know?"




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Silver responded with a kiss on his lady's neck that brought a low moan. Peggy reached for the missing hand and put it back where it belonged, at the top of her tushie cheek. She moved Silver's hand even lower. "Let whoever it is see us; I want them to know we are lovers", she whispered.

Silver gave a firm squeeze and kissed Peggy as they danced. When the song ended, Silver led Peggy off the dance floor. "I waved to two friends of mine. I'll introduce you."

Peggy saw the two very opposite looking gentlemen they were approaching. One was a stocky, medium height Irishman with curly red hair, the other man was tall, well over six feet and very thin with dark skin.

"Hello my friends, this is my special lady friend. Her name is Peggy." Following a quick kiss, "Peggy darling, this red haired beast you can call Bull, and my very tall friend we call Keen. He is Ethiopian and his native name is too complicated to remember or pronounce."

Peggy was taken aback at the distinctly different physical appearance of the two but she recovered quickly. A quick and general hello to both was followed by reaching as if to shake hands, with the red haired Bull first. Taking Bull's hand in hers, Peggy pulled; he only leaned toward Peggy, but she closed the distance and rubbed boobs against his chest and placed a light kiss at the corner of his mouth. Peggy repeated the hug, hold and kiss with Keen and then pulled Silver's arms around her chest.   

The Bull tried a suggestion that he and Keen join them for a drink. Silver looked at his friends and then quizzically to Peggy. She was ready with her reply. "Not tonight, please, this is our first date without my husband along. It's my first date with any man since I met Porter in college. Some other night we can all have fun together, I promise, but tonight I want Silver all to myself. We are leaving shortly anyway; I have plans for this man tonight." Peggy certified her response with an open mouthed kiss as she again raised her date's hand to her left breast.

The lovers sat at their table to finish the drinks they had left while dancing. Peggy couldn't resist looking deep into her man's eyes and loosing herself. After each sip her eyes came back to Silver and her smile was unmistakable; Peggy was a sexually charged woman enjoying company with her lover. "I still want that one more drink and dance with you here tonight my Silver lover. I do love being out as us together. I want the world to know we are a couple. What do you want other than to have me?"

"Nothing, my sweet Peggy, nothing at all. We will have one more, say goodbye to my friends, and I think I promised to carry you across my threshold." Peggy kissed Silver with obvious relish and squeezed his hand.

"Are Bull and Keen going to be your reinforcements when I wear you out? If so, I should give them a very good night kiss as we leave. Is that what you want; is that why they're here tonight?"

"You are as perceptive as you are beautiful; Porter must be proud to have such a perfect wife. I must have him to lunch again to thank him for his generosity." This time Silver initiated their kiss. "I wanted you to meet Bull and Keen to make sure you approve if I ever need reinforcements." Silver led Peggy onto the dance floor once again.

The night was still young when Silver ushered Peggy toward the club exit. They stopped briefly with his friends where Peggy did give each a wet, warm and open mouthed kiss. In the car driving to their next date night stop Peggy voiced her approval. "I like your friends; I think the four of us could do well together, in public and private. Maybe another time but tonight I am yours alone."

At his doorstep Silver scooped Peggy into his arms and carried her inside. "This is our second threshold." In his living room he slowly undressed his prize folding each garment carefully before lifting Peggy into his arms once again. "Now let me carry you over the final one; our love chamber is waiting."

Peggy maneuvered into ready position watching Silver shed his clothes. She was on her back square amid bed with legs spread, knees up, and arms open wide. "Come inside me now and love me; our whole night has been my foreplay. I need us together now."

Silver lanced his sword in fully and swiftly. Peggy swooned; she wrapped her lover tight and held on as they climbed their heights together. Both cried out lusty satisfaction. Peggy held her man close to feel his weight pressing her as closing act of tonight's first sexual scene.

After play was kiss, cuddle and stroke time. Soon Peggy was fully ready for round two, but Silver still needed encouragement. Lips kissing low on his body, drawing Silver cock into her mouth was all it took for Peggy to provide the needed stimulus. She draped her legs to the floor with chest on the bed; Silver took her from behind while standing. They had perfect position where Peggy was accepting supplicant and Silver used all of his strength and leverage as her powerful breeding stallion.

Three times Peggy cried out her pleasure as Rich drove her onward and higher each time. He joined her finally, spewing deep inside and calling out her name repeatedly after twenty continuous minutes of hard pounding sex. They collapsed together again, this time man laying on woman's back. After minutes of close sweating on each other, Rich rolled off and took Peggy's hand. "Let me show you the rest of my home now that we have found the important part together."

Their tour didn't take long, but they walked hand-in-hand together through the male dominated two bedroom place Silver called home. It was Spartan in size and decoration, but even in dark of night Peggy could see a pleasant back yard patio. "Can we go out back dressed like this?" Silver pushed the sliding door aside, flipped a low voltage light switch, and led the way.

Small lamps gave enough light for navigation; they cast a warm glow on the couple's skin without being blatant. Plush grass tickled Peggy's bare feet as her Rich Silver man led the way to a weathered wicker glider where they sat. "This is beautiful; we could almost make love out here."

"We will make love out here; the next full moon will be a perfect night for loving by moon light. We could practice tonight just to see how beautiful it can be." Peggy snuggled even closer to her man, gave a soft and throaty hum and began the touching preliminaries to love making. When she felt Silver begin to thicken, Peggy rolled to her knees on the grass in front of the glider. Silver set the rocking back and forth motion to a slow steady pace as Peggy's mouth waited for her pleasure.

Full erection followed rapidly; Peggy held the glider away momentarily. "Do you want to finish out here like this or take me to bed one last time before I have to go?" Peggy held the glider away for ten seconds to let her question hang in air before she released and pulled Silver's rampant cock deep in her mouth again. Her lover held deep for his ten second pause and then gave hand to lead the bedroom procession.

They had just finished their third and final sexing of the night when the ship captain's clock sounded midnight bells. "I promised Porter I would be home from my first date early because tomorrow is a work day. I guess I had best go get dressed. Hold me and kiss me before I do."

At twelve-thirty Peggy held both of Silver's hands in hers at her front door. "Every boy deserves at least a kiss when he brings his girl home from their first date, don't you think?" Their kiss was as steamy as their date. For her part, Peggy had only once or twice thought of her husband tonight. As they kissed, Silver's friends scurried across the back of Peggy's mind. "One more date just for us my Rich Silver man, and maybe one more visit to work on Porter, then I think you can call in your reinforcements for a time of lengthy pleasure. Call me so we can make plans."

Porter was waiting in the living room for her return. Peggy saw him stretched out on the sofa still dressed but with shoes kicked off at his feet. The television played late night Conan at a lowered volume. Porter snored softly. Peggy took her shoes off to pad quietly to her husband, sitting on his lap to wake him with a kiss. "Wake up Honey, I'm home."



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Author's notes: My first note is an apology for the overly long delay, at least ten months, between chapter four and chapter five. A number of readers have emailed asking if and when questions. I can only apologize; there was a family issue that totally distracted me and kept me from writing anything at all. There will be one more chapter to wrap up this tale; I hope to have it out and posted here on Literotica before football season starts. 

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the fifth chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another. This chapter is devoted to Porter finally getting a little bit of outside adventure as he and Peggy each enjoy a threesome following a restaurant dinner where Silver introduces Porter to a mother and daughter, and Silver's friend Red makes a second appearance. 

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Chapter Five -- A Threesome for Peggy And Porter

Once again Peggy's eyes blinked open while her husband still slept soundly beside her. She snuggled her bottom close to Porter, but he didn't stir. A yawn completed her wake cycle and Peggy had time to remember last night, first with her lover Silver and then her husband Porter. Dinner and dancing with Silver, alone, no husband chaperone, had been girlish delight. Last night Peggy was young again. Sharing Silver's bed as lover without Porter's shadow was even more exciting than having her lover in her own bedroom.

Peggy wondered if her daughter Nancy had ever shared as passionate a kiss at the doorstep like the kiss Silver dazzled Peggy with last night. Probably she had; she must have. Peggy had a mother daughter talk about the ethics, morality and mechanics of sex and boys, but Nancy was not one to share intimate details with her mother. I wonder if I can ever tell Porter exactly how my end-of-date kiss made me feel? Kissing on my doorstep in the glow of our welcome light I became twenty years younger. No I don't think telling Porter is such a good idea.

Peggy reached for her husband's thigh just to feel his warmth; having Porter beside her in bed was reassuring. It was cute finding Porter asleep on the couch when I came home last night, Peggy thought to herself. I often found my mother or father just like that when I was a schoolgirl coming home late from a date. Of course I didn't kiss them awake the way I kissed Porter. I didn't go directly to my bedroom for a final lust driven sex wrestling match when I was a teenager either. Porter and I sure did last night.

Peggy wished this morning was Saturday; she really wanted to wake her husband by rolling on top and loving him every way possible all day long. It's only Friday, she thought to herself, we will have to make do with a quickie before work. Her hand moved up Porter's thigh where she found a morning erection. She squeezed. Porter groaned and his eyes flashed open. Peggy began with a kiss and let their passion take them rapidly to climax.

Peggy finished her shower and had coffee ready when Porter came to the kitchen. Another warm kiss followed handing over his cup. They sat side by side at the kitchen table holding their coffee cups in one hand and each other's hand. "I love you Porter. You are the best husband in the world. There is no other man than you I ever want to be with in the morning like this. We belong together. You belong to me, and I belong with you."

Driving to work Porter wondered about his wife Peggy. She had been in a really loving mood this morning. He wondered if this morning was the start of a new atmosphere between them; was her infatuation with Silver satisfied? Or, just maybe, this morning was staged to give excuse to cut me off and relegate Porter even further down the lineup of men available for Peggy. Porter was busy enough at work to drive those questions out of his mind.

The questions Porter asked himself on the way to work that morning reappeared and were still running through his mind on the drive home that evening. Peggy beat him home and was already in the kitchen cooking dinner. Porter stopped in his tracks on seeing his wife; she had the few clothes she wore covered by a matrons apron that she normally only wore when cooking Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. It was the clothes under the apron that brought him short, a bright red bra and panty set and nothing else, not even shoes.

Peggy turned and beckoned her husband. "Come kiss me darling. I want to show you I can dress a little sexy especially for my husband, not just for the lover you permit me to enjoy." Porter broke from his trance and quickly moved to wrap Peggy in his arms. His welcome home kiss this Friday evening was long and ardent.

During dinner, Peggy blew air kisses across the table between bites of food. Porter's skepticism finally overwhelmed his pleasure. "Are you teasing me tonight to tell me you have another date with Silver?"

Peggy affected a mock look of indignation, "Me, tease my loving husband?" She smiled broadly and blew another air kiss, "No Honey, no date with Silver tonight, not for me. I feel sexy and loving for you, and if I am teasing now, I will deliver the goods after dinner. I just love you so much."

To Porter's delight, Peggy backed up her sweet words with action. When dinner dishes were cleared and cleaned, and her seldom worn apron returned to its hiding place in the pantry, Peggy snuggled her red covered bottom onto her husband's lap in the living room. Kisses followed along with soft touches; Porter's skepticism vanished as blood drained from brain to genitals.

The couple necked like teenagers for ten minutes while the TV news Porter had been watching droned in the background. Finally Peggy broke their clenches and asked Porter if he was more interested in the news or the fun they were having. "Why don't you find some romantic music and we can continue from here." Porter selected three mellow jazz CDs and then returned to his bride. He didn't bother to ask who her sexual partner for the weekend would be; the here and now together was satisfying enough for the moment.

Peggy kept her bra and panties in place, intact even, through their passionate play while listening to the first CD. The same could not be said for Porter's clothes; his shirt was on the floor and his pants unfastened and flopped open at the waist. Peggy's hand had fun playing. As the second CD began to play Porter went to work on Peggy's bra and by the second band it was in his lap. Half way through the music selection Peggy and Porter were panting heavily. They gave up on listening and retired to their bedroom to make music themselves.

Porter had a singular goal, to please his bride sexually. Peggy didn't give thought once to her Silver lover. Husband and wife together made love and shared the passion and joy of marriage. Sated they eased into sleep cuddled together. In the morning they repeated lovemaking before breakfast and a day of weekend life activity together.

Peggy floated on a pillow of love and affection for her husband as she sorted their laundry and performed that weekly task. She didn't even grouse and scowl as she moved from room to room doing her deep cleaning chores. Porter was in a whistle while you work mood too. Using the lawn mower was as simple as guiding it across the grass, their privacy shrubbery got trimmed and all clippings bagged and at curbside for pick-up.

Even going through stuff in the garage that sorely needed organization didn't seem a daunting task, but when Peggy offered a cold drink and air conditioned comfort Porter bobbed his head yes and forgot about the garage for another week. A kiss, a cold beer and his favorite chair in the den ended Saturday afternoon yard work. Peggy curled up on the sofa with a glass of chilled chablis. They shared simple family life conversation, their week past activities and the upcoming week. They wondered about daughter Nancy away at school.

The stress and turmoil of Peggy's dating life with her Rich Silver man was off and gone in some closet. Their weekend day progressed no different from that of any of their married friends. The telephone rang interrupting casual conversation. Peggy answered, "Hello, this is Peggy." Porter wondered which of their friends might be calling; he watched his wife to see if he could guess. When Peggy's face broadened to a grin and she blew a kiss at the mouthpiece Porter knew.

"Hello lover, just hearing your voice makes my day even better and better", and then softly, almost furtively, "I love you too." Peggy half turned on the sofa to hide eyes and lips while she talked with Silver. Porter noticed, let a dismayed frown crease his face, and just sipped his drink. He was about to leave the den to give Peggy privacy and protect his ego when he heard his wife respond to the phone, "I love your idea, let me ask Porter?" Porter eased back into his chair wishing he had bailed a minute sooner.

"Silver is inviting us to dinner tonight; he wants to introduce us to some friends he thinks we might like to meet. I want to go; are you up for it darling?"

Is Silver looking for help sexing my wife, Porter wondered to himself? One thing I am sure of is he isn't doing me any favors inviting me to dinner. What kind of friend of Silver would I want to meet? "What time and where, Peggy? I guess it is okay by me if you really want to go meet his friends." Peggy accepted the invitation and resumed her soft, furtive conversation while shaking her wine glass toward Porter asking for more.

Porter took his time returning; he was sure Peggy wanted the privacy as much as he didn't want to hear her one sided coos. After five minutes he returned with her wine in time to see his wife blow a kiss through the telephone wire as her goodbye. "I have the details, darling, dressy casual, Adolpho's restaurant, we will meet Silver and his friends at 8:30. I think you will enjoy tonight. Refill your glass and I'll fill you in about Silver's friends."

By the time Porter and Peggy were dressed and out the door, Porter was at least a bit intrigued to meet Silver's friends. A thirty-nine year old Latin American woman with two children, a boy in his twenties and a younger daughter meant she had her children early in life. That she was friends with Silver meant she probably wasn't an illiterate cleaning lady washer woman. Maybe I am being set up with a lusty lady and her daughter to keep me occupied while Peggy and Silver have their fun. Porter smiled.

As everyone was about to be seated around one of Adolpho's large tables, Silver handled introductions. Gesturing first to the woman very obviously the mother, "Porter and my darling Peggy, this is Maria, her son Rafael, and her lovely young daughter Rosa." Turning to Maria and her family Silver continued, introducing Porter and Peggy as man and wife, and then with an arm around Peggy's waist and a kiss that began on left cheek but sensually travelled to waiting lips, made very obvious to all that he and Peggy were lovers.

Maria responded to the introduction with a warm smile, a Buenos Noches Senora and kiss on Peggy's cheek, followed by the same greeting to Porter accompanied by a pressing of her full breasts into Porter's chest and a very light kiss on his lips. Porter couldn't help but appreciate her warm friendliness, and lush body too, and he still had a big grin when Rosa kissed his cheek with her greeting. Rafael was more restrained, but did softly hold Porter's hand and draw it to his chest. Porter blinked at that gesture but said nothing.

When he discovered over dinner conversation that Rafael had studied drama and dance in college, and now was with the local theater company, Porter figured he understood his greeting gesture. Rafael is a flaming queen, Porter was sure, but he certainly wasn't going to say anything derogatory. I am sitting here with his mother to my left, and his baby sister to my right, and both women are very attractive with all signs of both being very passionate women as well. I am not going to insult son/brother and screw things up.

Even if Porter had been inclined to focus attention on Maria's gay son, momma and her daughter were vying for attention and his exclusive time. Maria needed to whisper in Porter's ear often and managed to press a breast into his shoulder each time she leaned close. Sometimes breast simply mashed close, sometimes it seemed to jiggle against his arm, but every so often Maria pressed tight as if to bore through Porter's shirt with a hardening nipple and leave her imprint. When she was that close Maria's whisper was always accompanied by warm breath blowing on his ear.

Erection, a hard and throbbing penis, not penis -- cock -- yes - that is cock between my legs. When I am this hard what is down there is very much cock, Porter allowed in his mind. His breathing turned rapid with the sensations. Maria looked down and saw that she was fulfilling Mr. Rich Silver's request; he had asked her to distract Porter to give him more time with Peggy. If Maria caused the stir in Porter's pants Rosa took advantage.

Porter turned to Rosa and asked what she was studying in community college. "Muscle therapy", was Rosa's quick response and she demonstrated by giving a firm squeeze on Porter's inner thigh. Her hand was close enough that her knuckles made contact with Porter's erect cock momma made hard. Rosa demonstrated a massage technique she was learning. Her eyes made captive contact with Porter's; she smiled and asked, "Feel good?" Porter just moaned and reached for Rosa's hand.

Peggy and Silver were holding hands below the table and watching Maria and Rosa flirt with Porter. Both smiled when Porter succumbed to Rosa's ploy; the lover's kiss Peggy gave Silver was open and full. Peggy reached under table between Silver's legs, but turned to Rafael with a tease as simple distraction. "It looks like your sister has very good hands; Porter seems to appreciate her."

"Si, yes he does. My sister is very talented; so is my mother." Rafael followed with a lusty laugh that Peggy and Silver joined. Rosa ignored her brother's comment, but Maria blushed her understanding and agreement. She took the laughter as cue to show that she could be as brazen as her daughter. Porter was overwhelmed. Maria held his head with both hands as she kissed him on lips; Rosa twisted her hand to hold and squeeze him below. Porter accepted both women's caresses.

Rafael was the one left out as dinner progressed, but he had ordered light on purpose and was prepared to depart for a more suitable place as soon as he spotted the friend he telephoned earlier to rescue him. He did surprise everyone but sister with his goodbye to Porter who got a kiss on the cheek and a blatant fondling rub across chest that ended with hand on Porter's left nipple. Porter surprised even himself when he responded by covering Rafael's hand and holding him close for a moment while they said their goodbye.

"Your son seems a nice young man; the next time he has a play let me know about opening night. We can go and see him, the three of us." Porter reached and held Maria's hand and Rosa's to make obvious who the three included. When Rosa saw her mother draw the hand to breast she did the same. Porter found himself in a most delightful position and took full advantage fondling both. This time he initiated the kisses, mother first.

Silver watched and couldn't be more delighted. He and Peggy shared what public intimacy they could. "Tonight is working perfectly, my lover, and I have one more surprise in store." Peggy was curious but Silver resisted. Half an hour later, after a restroom break on Silver's part, it was time for Peggy to be surprised.

"You remember meeting my friend Red, don't you Peggy?" Peggy certainly did remember Red. She remembered everything about that first date with Silver; that is when she met his friend Red. Silver handled introductions with everyone. After Red's arrival two three person groupings became firm. It just seemed natural for Peggy to whisper in her husband's ear that she would go with Red and Silver, and Porter should leave with Maria and daughter Rosa. "You can have our house tonight; I'll call in the morning before coming home, okay?"

Porter kissed agreement with no concern for the obvious admission by his wife that she planned on having both men as lovers for the night. "We can skip church this Sunday; you don't need to call too early." He had a big grin when he turned back to Maria and kissed her with warmth and then gave Rosa the same. He was man in the middle holding hands with two attractive women as they left Adolpho's for Porter's car and ultimately his bedroom.

First in Silver's living room, and then again in his bedroom, Peggy experienced sexual delights she never imagined and still didn't think possible. Simply undressing, rather being undressed for she didn't unfasten a snap or button, became a sensual dance. Her men took turns freeing Peggy of pieces of clothing and each removal was accompanied by kiss and caress. Silver and Red took pleasure stimulating each bit of skin revealed, individually and together.

Peggy never imagined that Red could handle her body with the delicacy he showed. By the time her clothes were stacked over the arm of a stuffed chair Peggy was ready for as much pleasure as the men could give. She turned toward Red, "Let me have Silver first, then you Red, and then we can try some new things." Peggy kissed Red with hunger and then opened her arms and herself to Silver. "Take me lover, whatever you want; just take me."

In Porter's bedroom he was the one in the middle. His threesome reached the master bedroom as last stop on the introductory tour of his home Porter offered after fixing drinks. As he made gestures and pointed out features Rosa stopped him by wrapping him in her arms and smothering his speech with kisses. Soon Maria took over from her daughter.

Ten minutes of kissing, fondling, and throwing of clothing around the room found Porter in the middle of the bed he normally shared with wife Peggy, but tonight he was flanked by Maria and Rosa. Four hands played Porter's body; the women alternated with kisses, Rosa's lips caressing Porter and then mother Maria using lips and tongue. Porter was in heaven. Maria directed her daughter's breast toward their man. Porter suckled. Maria climbed aboard and straddled Porter's middle; she settled with cock fit in her warm and wet vagina.

Maria and Rosa made love with Porter; mother received his first load of passion while daughter kissed and fondled Porter with added stimulation. Both women played vixen to revive his body and ready him for Rosa. Porter wanted a more active role this second time; he took Rosa in missionary position while Maria used her breasts on his back as her contribution. Sounds of three languages filled the bedroom. Porter called his endearments and obscenities in English; Rosa and Maria cried out in Spanish, and all three moaned the universal language of sexual pleasure. Finally Porter flopped between two women exhausted but happy.

All three rested for a while. Rosa was the first to recover and Porter sent her to refill glasses. On return she found Porter and her mother sharing languid kisses. She put drinks on nightstand and joined in the fun. Eventually the three traded kissing for refreshment. On finishing her wine Rosa spoke softly, "You kiss women beautifully, Senor Porter, but let me show you how two women kiss."

Porter eased to the side and propped on an elbow. He could rest and recuperate while Rosa and Maria had their fun. His jaw dropped. Rosa's first kiss to her mother's lips seemed to draw them completely into the young girl's mouth. Daughter just devoured mother. Mother arched her back drilling her breasts into Rosa in response. Porter watched the two women thrash about in obvious pleasure. He had always tried to be tender and controlled when kissing Peggy; he had been taught restraint by his early first dates.




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Rosa and Maria had no concept of half measures. Porter watched lips press, teeth bare, and spit fly. At one point Rosa's tongue pulled from her mother's mouth and curled to force into nostril. Porter had to join them; their passion drew him. He gave a wet, sloppy, tongue lashing kiss to both women's lips at once. Maria's tongue found his while Rosa used teeth to seal Maria's nostrils. Rosa used her arm strength to pull them all together as one three headed being.

While Porter was engaged in a ravishing threesome in her every night bedroom, Peggy was being delicately stroked, kissed and loved by two men in Silver's bed. How her two lovers decided who would do what to her body Peggy didn't know or care. Four hands and two sets of lips stimulated her with delicate touches and then one would break off caressing to mount her. First Red would give gentle thrusting with his thick cock tool as Porter used hands and lips to make love to a breast. Without word or warning the men would switch roles.

Red would be stroking while Silver slowly fucked in and out. Peggy was in bliss heaven; she never dreamed having two lovers at once could be so good. Her hands clutched Silver's bum and pulled him close; Peggy thrust her hips forward to get even closer. She threw her head back and pressed neck to Red's lips for kisses. The men switched places once again.

Two men and one woman rolled around Silver's bed sharing exciting sex for almost an hour. With two men alternating sexing Peggy they could last almost forever while Peggy's euphoria just climbed higher. Finally she could take no more tease; they all needed to cum now; she cried out to her lover. ""Silver, Silver, Silver, I need to cum. Let Red finish me; make him cum in my pussy then you. Please lover, please cum and let me cum too. I need you both."

Peggy stretched out rigid and squealed a shriek of delight as first Red and then her main man Silver filled her pussy with their juices. After each man fired his sperm deep inside he used his teeth to mark the woman's neck in triumph. Peggy screamed when she felt the first teeth take hold. She began crying tears of joy through an incomparable orgasm. Her arms wrapped the two men and pulled them close as all three collapsed spent.

In both houses, love making continued through the night. Short rest periods built strength for renewed passion. For Porter's part he never dreamed he could make love so many times in one night. It seemed as though Maria or Rosa could always get him hard and ready for more. If one alone could not rouse his cock mother and daughter together never failed. Porter remembered seeing the sun rise outside of his bedroom window while Rosa sucked and licked around his testicles with a finger wriggling inside his anus as mother Maria sucked one more load of cum juice from cock. After Porter gave this final contribution three lovers slept for a few hours.

In Silver's bedroom Peggy also wanted a last romp as dawn approached. "I don't care how you do it, but I want both of you at once. Take me hard and make me feel everything you've got." Silver and Red took Peggy's words as holy command. They held nothing back. Silver rolled Peggy's legs high and held her open, "Fuck her good Red; fuck that pussy with your fat dick. I'll keep her quiet with mine."

Peggy could only squeal her pleasure. The men switched positions. Teeth flashed and bit. Lips from all three pressed everywhere kissing. Red worked from behind Peggy as pile driver lifting and then ramming her down on Silver cock embedded in pussy. Silver used breasts as hand grips. As climax approached, both men entered Peggy filling and stretching her abused vagina. Peggy somehow managed to feed each man a breast as they were all intertwined. They were so consumed that their finale was without sound. Red, Peggy and Silver passed out. The men softened and cocks slipped from Peggy's stretched pussy cat, but they held together and slept in a pile.

After a morning shower almost rejuvenated him, Porter made coffee and his two bed partners joined him in the kitchen. The three wore only towels around waists. They made small talk as they drank their morning coffee. Porter suggested they go out for breakfast together. The women agreed, but insisted on a stop at their home to change clothes. "If we don't change everyone will know we haven't been home since last night. They will know what we have been doing." Porter didn't care, but the Maria insisted.

When Peggy finally awakened she woke her partners and guided them to the bathroom to shower. The three way shower turned to wet three way sex that was a laughing and fun way to begin the day. As much as Peggy would like to spend the day in three way fun with Silver and Red she thought she best return to her husband. After sharing coffee and conversation with the two men she kissed Red goodbye and asked Silver to take her home. She knew that was where she belonged, especially today after a night like last night with her lover. Porter would surely need her.

What Peggy found as she unlocked the front door and entered her home was not quite what she expected. All was quiet; that wasn't too unusual if Maria and Rosa gave Porter anything like the workout Peggy received. "Porter honey, I am home." There was no response.

The kitchen still had coffee cups on the table and the pot had perhaps two cups not poured. The countertop also held an empty wine bottle and three glasses. Porter didn't even put the glasses and cups in the dishwasher; the girls must have worn the poor guy out. Peggy moved on to the living room. "Porter, oh lover boy, I am home now. Come give me a hug and a kiss." Peggy fluffed and adjusted the throw pillows on the sofa. My Porter did have fun last night, Peggy mused when she found an unfamiliar pair of panties under a pillow on the sofa. There was still no sound and no sign of her husband. I'll bet he's exhausted; he must be sleeping.

If the kitchen and living room had been mildly disorganized, Peggy found her bedroom a wreck. The sheets were twisted, pillows strewn about with two of the four pillow cases on the floor near the coverlet. The room that often carried a lilac sachet scent Peggy found pleasant now reeked of stale sex. A whorehouse on the morning after couldn't smell worse. Where in the name of hell is Porter, Peggy wondered. He belongs to me; he should be here now that I am home. He shouldn't be out with that El Salvadoran whore and her slut daughter; he needs to be here with me now that I am home. I need him and want him.

Porter did come home, finally; it was almost seven-thirty with the sun about to set. His call of Peggy, I am home did get a response. Peggy decided not to ask the questions she had been asking the air all afternoon. Porter was home and that was enough. She wrapped her man in arms and held him tight. In her mind she was sure she couldn't go much further with her Rich Silver affair without damaging the most important relationship in her life.

Porter may have expected simply a perfunctory greeting kiss, but what he got was a passionate lip-lock, tongue-thrust, kiss of love. He had enjoyed a stimulating night and day with a passionate mother and daughter team, but he was more than happy to be home with the woman he loved on this summer Sunday night.



You Belong to Me Ch. 06



Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the sixth and final chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another. Porter and Peggy find excitement in their new lifestyle of multiple sex partners, but they also recognize the danger that lifestyle holds for their marriage.

Chapter Six -- Peggy, Porter, All Their Partners -- Full Circle

Home together at last as Sunday afternoon turned to evening, Peggy fixed snacks, Porter fixed drinks; wife and husband curled up next to one another on the sofa and listened to light classical music on the radio. Both had worries about the weekend they just lived. Both knew their behavior was stretching the bonds of their marriage close to a snapping point. Both also knew they had enjoyed the new experiences they lived. Having two sex partners, but not spouse, was new and exciting, but also scary and fraught with danger for their marriage.

Counselors would suggest they talk through their experiences. Peggy and Porter found a different approach. They went for quiet contact bonding. They reached for intimacy without need for sexuality. Somehow both knew sex would invite comparison; comparison would invite Silver and Red, also Maria and Rosa, into their home. Porter and Peggy needed only each other this Sunday night; outside parties not welcome.

Eventually, Peggy suggested bedtime and Porter agreed he was ready. They mutually decided to sleep nude and close. Their only words to each other were I Love You and Good Night. Surprising each, there was no tossing and turning. Both had questions about behavior and what next. Both decided to put off questions and concentrate only on what they knew they had together, their love for each other. Each slept contented.

During the early part of the week Porter's job consumed his focus. Monday he had to call Peggy and report he would be at least an hour, possibly later getting home. Peggy immediately thought the worst, that Porter was avoiding her in his displeasure. Even more serious, she wondered if her husband was making a detour on the way home to visit Maria or Rosa. Peggy's stomach had been upset all day with misgivings and guilt. Silver's plan to use Maria to gain more time for he and Peggy didn't seem so smart in the light of reality. Porter rarely worked late, but he might be with another woman. I didn't sneak around when I was with Silver; Porter always knew and most of the time he was with me.

When Porter finally arrived home he was tired, quiet and hungry. Porter satisfied his hunger with the remains of dinner Peggy had held for him, but begged off warmth and discussion with his wife in favor of a shower and television. Tuesday and Wednesday repeated Monday night. Peggy was frantic Monday evening and each day just made her anxiety worse. She was convinced she was losing Porter to that slut and her daughter. How had she ever gone along with Silver, she even encouraged her lover to find someone to keep Porter happy. How could I have been so stupid?

When Porter called her at work Thursday afternoon Peggy was certain he was going to make another lame excuse. Instead Peggy heard him call her sweetheart and apologize for his work schedule. "I'll be home for dinner tonight; do you want to cook or should we eat out?" Peggy heard Porter's offer with glee and made a snap decision, "Let's just stay home; I'll cook a favorite meal for you".

When Porter came through the door with a "Hi Sweetheart, I'm home," Peggy had her family recipe Beef Stroganoff well underway. The recipe had been given to Peggy's great grandmother by a neighbor who had emigrated from Russia. Passed down from mother to daughter several times, it was authentic and delicious, better than any restaurant meal Porter had ever sampled. Porter looked and saw the dish Peggy was preparing; he gave two kisses.

As they ate their meal Porter explained his workload that kept him late. Peggy listened first as skeptic but soon realized her husband had really been working and not off with Maria or Rosa. She admitted to Porter her concerns each night. They decided that as soon as their evening meal was complete tonight should be a just talk night. It had been a while since Porter and Peggy had no others involved in their affairs.

Peggy went first. "You weren't home Sunday when I came home; you were still out with Maria and Rosa. When you said you were working late every night I was sure you were off with those floozies."

Porter smiled and tried to keep from outright laughter. "Now maybe you understand how I have been feeling about you and Silver. Peggy, you have been ignoring me since you met him."

"That's just not true Honey, you and I have had more and better times in bed since we met Silver. I have made sure that I am not neglecting you."

"I agree what you say is true, at least on the surface, but I always go second, or third or fourth after Silver. I only get your leftovers Peggy."

"You haven't even saved any leftovers for me Porter. Are you going to keep on seeing those two floozies?"

"Maria and Rosa aren't floozies, no more than you have ever been a floozy." Porter finally steered their just talk away from accusations about Maria and Rosa and on to the general topic of outside sex partners. He admitted that he did enjoy mother and daughter as a new and exciting experience. He made the obvious point that there had been a fair equality this past weekend; he had two women and Peggy had two men.

Peggy finally agreed and allowed that two men in bed with her had been new and very exciting. "I don't think I want two every time, even most of the time, but it was fun and I want to do both Silver and Red at least once more."

They talked together; both dropped accusing their partner of neglect and treachery. After almost two hours of honest discussion they came to an agreement. Porter could date Maria and Rosa. Peggy would continue to be with Silver and maybe Red too. Both would try their best to make time just for each other. Their last agreement was easy; tonight they would be husband and wife, and lovers in their own bed, alone.

"Anything you want tonight Porter, you can have me any way your heart desires." As far as Porter was concerned slow and tender loving would fill his desire and he approached his wife with light kisses and soft stroking hands on sensitive places. Peggy responded to her husband's tender love making with all of the passion and love of their years together. They slept in cuddled contentment.

As usual, Peggy woke before Porter; she found herself still wrapped in his arms, but she was able to twist loose without waking her husband. The way we made love last night means Porter still loves me, at least I hope that's what last night meant. Did he compare me to Maria, to Rosa? They weren't here last night and they aren't here now. I am. Peggy reached for her husband's morning erection. Porter's eyes blinked open.

Peggy had coffee and a light breakfast on the kitchen table when Porter arrived from his morning shower. "I like being wakened that way; you can be my alarm clock every morning just like that."

Peggy reached across the table to her husband to touch as she smiled broadly. "Not every morning, but enough to keep the feeling special." Porter trapped her hand with his and pulled it close to his chest. "I can feel your heart beat." "Our heart."

After a few moments of silence together, Porter sipped from his coffee cup and tentatively broke their reverie. "I hate to break our sweet time together, Honey, but do you and your friend have plans for the weekend?"

Peggy just looked to her husband without expression or answer for a moment. "No, not yet; should I call Silver and make some plans?"

Porter vacillated, Peggy decided she would let her husband commit. She would love to spend at least part of the weekend with her Silver lover, possibly one night with Silver and then on a second night add Red to their bedroom play. Porter wanted Peggy to decide while Peggy wanted him to lead. Finally Peggy asked a question she thought just might lead her husband down her path. "Have you talked to Maria or Rosa this week?"

"What, no, no not this week since last . . . ." Porter's mind drifted and his words came to a stop. "I guess I should give Maria a call and see if, if, if what, Peggy? If Maria says yes do you want to be with . . .?" Peggy tried but couldn't hide her widening smile and soft nod of her head. Both laughed at each other. "I'll call Maria and you can call Silver."

Just before lunch time, Porter's phone sounded its ring and the incoming call light blinked red. "Hi Honey, I have a dinner date with Silver tonight; did you get lucky too?"

"Yes, my love, just half lucky though. Rosa already has something planned so just Maria and I are going out. Is that okay with you?"

"Poor boy, you will have to make do with one woman tonight you big stud. Do you think Maria will be able to keep up with you?" Peggy heard a hearty laugh and a simple yeah through the phone wires. "Well, since you only have one woman I'll tell Silver not to invite Red along tonight. I'll limit myself to one man so we don't get out of balance."

The couple shifted gears from banter to details to get things straight in their mind about tonight's events. Peggy informed her husband she would be home at normal time to prepare for her date and Silver planned to call for her at seven. Porter paused in thought and the phone lines were silent momentarily. "Porter? Did you hear me?"

"Yes Dear, thinking!" More silence on the line and then, "How about if I'm not there when you come home and Silver comes for you, is that okay?" Porter didn't want any chance for false bonhomie with Silver. He certainly didn't want to answer any questions Silver might ask about Maria and Rosa. As far as Porter was concerned, he would rather his wife's lover just come, take her, and leave Porter to his fun with Maria tonight.

"No, no problem at all, honey, I can bath and dress myself for my Silver friend. I'll call if I am going to be very late, okay?" They ended their phone call when several of Peggy's office mates appeared at her desk asking about lunch.

Porter had a delightful evening with just Maria; they got to know one another better over happy hour drinks and at dinner. Maria promised to teach Porter salsa dancing if he would take her to a dance club she knew that featured Latin rhythms. Both new friends were pleasantly surprised when Porter learned the sensuous bouncy flow of salsa dancing quickly.

Ten o'clock crept on them as they sat out a few dances; it was time to address where and what for the rest of the evening. Porter offered Maria the choices. "One more dance and then take me home. You can spend the night in my bed tonight, can't you?" Maria pressed her charms and lips to Porter to make her offer worthwhile. Porter was in no mood at all to argue or refuse. His return kiss gave all of the heat Porter could summon.

Less than half an hour later, Maria stood in her living room removing Porter's tie and undoing the buttons on his shirt. For each button pushed though its slit, Porter kissed his lover and pushed his tongue past Maria's lips to mimic the button path. With his shirt draped over the arm of sofa, Porter removed Maria's blouse while she kissed and stroked his bare chest. When both were bare chested Maria led her man to the bedroom.

Porter got into his mind that tonight Maria would get as excited as a woman could get. He would use everything he had learned his entire male life to drive his partner crazy with lust. Porter whispered soft words in Maria's ear to tell of her beauty, her sexual nature. His lips and tongue reached for every erogenous area. Maria screamed her pleasure. Porter took his time and pulled screams and moans in English, Spanish and love talk.

After a time neither lover measured, the slow building sexual tension brought Maria over the edge to ultimate excitement. The only Spanish word Porter could understand were repeated cries of Corazon, Corazon, Corazon. In English Maria wanted More, Faster, Harder. With arms wrapped tightly around Porter, she punctuated her cries in both Spanish and English with slaps to his back and nails raking flesh to welts.

Porter ignored any pain or discomfort until he knew Maria needed him. He finally entered her; their build up had both on edge and mutual orgasm consumed them quickly. Maria let her pleasure known, "Yes, Yes, Yes Porter, Corazon, Yes, you are so good for Maria." Porter pulled Maria close; they rested from love exertion. Soft kisses and tender touches eased their passion from peak to plateau. Eventually they were ready to climb the mountain once again. This time Maria would lead; Porter's chest showed teeth marks of passion when they finished their second loving and drifted to a cuddling sleep.

While Porter and Maria delighted themselves, Peggy and Silver had their fun too. While eating dinner Peggy changed her mind over what she told her husband. "My Silver lover, are you feeling incredibly strong tonight or do you think we might need to see if Red can join us?"

Silver laughed, "I think you like what we did last week. I can call Red, or if you want even more I can see if Keen is available tonight too. Do you want to try even more?" Peggy just grinned; Silver leaned close to kiss first on ear, then neck, chin, nose and finally lips. "I am beginning to think I am no longer man enough for you, my Sweet Thing."

"Oh my, you are always going to be all man for me you Rich Silver stud. It's just that you expanded my horizon last week and showed me new pleasures I never thought of before." Peggy disregarded the public nature of the restaurant and pulled Silver to her. She wanted no cowering subtlety as kiss; her lips parted, pressed hard to her lover's mouth, and her tongue thrust forward reaching, searching inside, tasting Silver and making obvious that Peggy had lusty intentions tonight. "You decide my Silver lover; whatever you decide will be my pleasure."

Almost an hour later Peggy learned of her Silver's decision. Dinner complete, their next stop was a dance club. With half drinks still on their table Silver led his date onto the floor for close dancing. Peggy was in ecstatic heaven dancing with her man. Porter didn't take her dancing often enough, but Silver loved to get her on the dance floor. Suddenly he spun her out holding one hand and then, unlike other spins, Silver released her hand. Peggy flew further out almost falling; hands caught her about her waist.

The man who caught her fall pulled Peggy in chest-to-chest; in the moment Peggy's new dance partner touched his lips to hers. Peggy almost pulled back until unknown dance partner became Red and she melted into his arms and into his kiss. Silver closed in and pressed the newly paired couple together. Peggy let herself melt. They danced as a threesome until the music ceased.

Sitting between two men at the small table kept Peggy busy. Her hands constantly searched for one or the other of her partners, often both together. If hands found one, lips reached to kiss the other. The men were not idle statues. Their hands enjoyed every part of Peggy's anatomy on bare skin, through, or even under clothes. Peggy gave of herself.

Finally she made her intentions totally clear. "We have to go. I want to do things; I want you to touch me like we can't do here." Peggy kissed Silver with passion; next she kissed Red with the same heat. She held each man to a breast, "Take me home and screw me to your bed. I want you now, both of you."

In Silver's living room the men stripped Peggy. Red knelt at Peggy's feet and removed each shoe, massaging and kissing her foot when the shoe was clear. Peggy moaned her pleasure. While Red was working down low, Silver unzipped and unsnapped Peggy's dress from behind her. Once loose, he let the dress fall in a puddle to Peggy's ankles.

"Oh Silver, that feels so good!" Peggy reached to cover her lover's hands on her breasts. Red reached up to palm Peggy through her panties. "Oh yes, yes both of you. I want kisses." With arms around her, both men guided Peggy to the bedroom showering her with the kisses she needed along the way.

Silver entered Peggy first; Red used touch and kisses to play side man. Peggy clutched, kissed, kicked and moaned. Her hips and legs responded to Silver, but with a hand she reached to Red to encourage his efforts. Knowing that Red was on standby duty Silver made no attempt to pace himself. His hips were a blur driving phallus into Peggy's receptive opening, cock into pussy.

Peggy followed Silver's motion with her hips, clutching and clawing her lover to urge him faster, harder, deeper, and with cries telling her man exactly what she wanted; Peggy wanted more of the loving Silver was giving. Silver was ready to give out. With a bellow he spewed his manhood deep and collapsed on top of her.

Red was ready as replacement lover; Peggy got no rest. Red wanted her from behind and she went hands and knees in position. "Ahhhhh, yes, fuck me Red, fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me just like my Silver lover." Red came directly to full speed and full depth. His groin slapped against her rear with each thrust deep into Peggy. Red also used his hands slapping Peggy's buns to turn them pink.

Peggy matched Red with her own frantic motions; her hips gyrated back and forth in combination with round about. From deep inside, from the hot well that was her special purring pussy cat, Peggy clutched each thrust Red made and squeezed. "Oh yes girl, you are the best; get my dick, get it all." Red screamed, spewed and Peggy's pussy cat had another dose of male seed coating inner walls.

"Now I want both of you together!"

While Peggy was having her jollies with her two lovers Porter and Maria slept off their sexual exertion. Rosa returned home at midnight, in truth she was home much earlier than she expected. Tonight had been second date with a new man, Ronald, who she hoped would have some potential for long term fun. Rosa's new date came up short in practice.

Ronald was whiney at the club they went to; he kept begging Rosa for more than the few goodnight kisses he got their first date. Whiney was bad enough, he was clumsy with his hands too. When Ronald reached for Rosa's sensitive spots he missed the mark, just a little off but he did it every time. Rosa got tired of redirecting his hand. His dancing was awkward and he made Rosa feel like she was the problem. Her mind talked to her; Rosa, forget him. This was a wasted Friday night. You should have gone out with Momma and Porter. At least Porter knows how to treat a lady with good kisses and good hands.

Ronald got a two minute hand job and a sister's kiss out of his last date with Rosa Morales. All Rosa got was a bit of goo on her fingers and a button broken off her blouse when Ronald tried to get at her boobs. "Goodnight Ronald, I'll call you some time." Ronald watched the door close and he heard the lock latch.

Rosa headed for the bedroom, undoing the rest of her blouse along the way. I'll stick my head in Momma's room and let her know I am home, she decided. She hadn't noticed Porter's car parked out front, but there was no escape seeing his naked rump sticking out from under the sheet as he snuggle close to Momma. Rosa smiled and thought she should kiss them both, but only after she finished taking her clothes off.

Momma got the first kiss from daughter, but both kissed quietly. Rosa did flicker a little tip of tongue between Momma's lips before she moved to kiss Porter. Maria signaled to slow down until she was ready to help with the kissing.




You Belong to Me Ch. 06



In his dreams Porter felt a butterfly dancing on his face. First the delicate insect played around his cheek; he felt a warmth trace across his eyelids. Butterflies tickle, but the feeling is a good tickle, sensuous and delightful. The butterfly must be flicking wings near my mouth; I feel all tingly on my lips. Finally his brain began processing sensations at a conscious level. That isn't a butterfly that is Maria's kiss. I'll keep my eyes closed and imagine everything she can do.

How many mouths, how many lips can Maria have? She is still kissing my lips, but she is kissing down there too. When Porter opened his mouth to ask the questions in his brain a tongue shot forward to still his voice. Butterfly turned aggressor. The lips kissing down below suddenly swallowed him completely. Porter realized that Rosa must have come home from her date to make a threesome in Maria's bedroom.

Two hours later all three players collapsed exhausted and snuggled side-by-side-by-side on Maria's bed. They barely had strength to pull a sheet over themselves for cover. Porter said a little prayer to the Dionysian god who served him well as he served and serviced his two ladies. He slept until daylight with a smile on his face. The women with him showed just as much contentment on their faces. Only the gods on high took note of three very satisfied people resting from a night of strenuous sexual activity.

In two different houses it was late morning when husband and wife woke each from a night with two bed partners. The head of each household found someone's T-shirt each could wear, ill sized though they were. Peggy and Porter independently came to the same decision; they each wanted to spend Saturday, and maybe Sunday too, with the pair of partners they had Friday night. Porter used his cell phone to call his wife and affirmed his plans to spend the weekend with Maria and Rosa. Peggy let her husband know that she wanted to be with her current bedroom partners too.

Porter finally left his two ladies and returned home Sunday afternoon. His first priority was the bathroom; Porter needed a shower and fresh change into casual clothes so he could relax. He was exhausted from a second weekend in a row of furious and near continuous activity keeping both mother and daughter sexually satisfied. With a beer from the refrigerator, he dropped into his favorite chair in the den with the TV channel changer in hand.

Peggy arrived home and found her husband in his throne room dozing, left hand holding the beer bottle and right hand the remote. She grinned at the scene, went to their bedroom to change too, and returned to kiss Porter awake. "I like being kissed to wake up; I could get used to that no matter who does the kissing." Once Porter realized his words might not sit well with Peggy he reached to hold her hand and reassure his wife of his love. He pulled her close for a deeper kiss.

Both Sunday night and Monday night were quiet cuddle nights. Porter and Peggy did make love Sunday night; their loving was slow tender and close. Peggy didn't feel any need to compete with Maria and Rosa. Porter never gave thought to the two women he spent the weekend with nor the men Peggy shared in bed. They simply reassured each other of continuing love.

Tuesday and Wednesday nights were just talk nights, but their subject was limited and pre-defined. Peggy talked about making love with two men, more like wild sex times with two men. Porter wanted to know which his wife liked best, one after the other or two at a time. "Both!" Porter thought Peggy meant at the same time.

"No Honey, what I mean is I like having two at once because it is so different that way, but I really like having Silver, then Red, then Silver and Red again. They can do me hard and fast and they both last a long time by switching. I can orgasm almost forever." Peggy grinned a shy and sly smile and hugged her husband close. She had no intention of teasing him or making Porter feel inadequate. "No one man alone can keep me that high for that long, not even you, not Silver, and certainly not Red."

With discordant and almost primitive sounds of Stravinski's Rites of Spring playing softly through the stereo Peggy told her husband all about spending a weekend of sexual excess with two lovers. Thursday evening Porter played a recording of Dvorak's New World Symphony No. 9 as he told Peggy all about his weekend with Maria and how Rosa managed to fit in unexpectedly.

There was one central question both Porter and Peggy had to answer. The answer had to be individual and collective, and both recognized they had to agree completely. Do we want to continue with the partnering arrangement of last weekend? Porter's response was a bit more equivocal, "Yes, I think so, at last a few more times. I do want to be with Maria and Rosa again."

Peggy was more enthusiastic, "Oh yes, yes I want to have both Silver and Red. I want the thrill and the fun."

As they turned out the lights and headed for their bedroom Peggy wanted to make sure Porter understood one important aspect of their new dating life. She reached and gently took Porter's forearm in hand, "Porter, Honey, I just want you to remember You Belong to Me." Porter leaned in and kissed Peggy as they walked. "Maria is younger than I am and Rosa is Nancy's age; I don't want you to decide you want a Lolita for a last fling at life." Porter kissed his wife again and then they were in their bedroom. They shared many more kisses.

The next three weekends followed the same format. Friday night for Peggy was date night. She would dress in an attractive outfit suitable for dancing and showing off. Silver and Red would call for her shortly before seven, they would do dinner and dancing, and then they would retire to Silver's home for three days of vigorous sexual gymnastics. Late Sunday afternoon one or both of her lovers would return an exhausted but smiling Peggy home with an ostentatious goodbye kiss on the doorstep.

If Porter wasn't home when Peggy arrived, he always showed up shortly after in a similarly tired condition. Their Sunday evening routine didn't vary either. They would refresh themselves with a shower, change into some comfortable clothes, have light snack meal together, and sit quietly together in the den listening to classical music. They always closed out their weekend making love very gently as to reassure each other that they did indeed belong together, to each other. Both needed the knowledge that their partner belonged to them as primary couple.

On a Thursday night just talk night Peggy introduced a wrinkle. "Porter Honey, I am going to try something a little different this weekend. I thought I would let you know ahead of time."

"Okay Girl, what's your new trick going to be? Are you and Silver going to be on stage performers at a live show?"

Peggy giggled, "No, but that's a thought. Do you think we could sell tickets?" After a pause and catching her breath Peggy continued. "I, well we are going to add a third guy this weekend. Have I ever mentioned Silver's friend Keen?"

Now Porter had to pause. "I'm not sure; maybe you have, but tell me."

"Well, he's probably a little younger than I am, than Silver or Red; I would guess he is about forty. He is from Ethiopia, olive complexion, he doesn't look black at all. He is thin as a rail, I mean really thin Honey." Porter nodded but said nothing. "I've only met him twice, just been introduced really. He seems nice and polite and he's been a friend of Silver for quite a while."

"So what is this Keen going to add to your mix that you haven't had before? Are you starting to wear Silver and Red down to where they can't keep you on top of the world forever?"

Again Peggy giggled before turning serious. "Well no, Silver and Red keep me going pretty well, but Silver thought adding Keen might let them keep me up longer. Makes some sense to me." Porter just nodded; he wanted to see if Peggy would go on. He already had a premonition of some other activities that Silver might want to try with his wife. "Silver also said something about some ways all three could love me at the same time."

"It's called airtight my sweet and funny darling wife; airtight means all three primary sex openings filled at the same time."

"You mean?" Peggy pointed, delayed a second and then pointed behind her hip. "Back here too, all at once?" Porter nodded. "Oh my, I've never had all three at once." Peggy stared at her husband, "I think I should try that at least once, don't you Porter?"

In bed that night Peggy whispered to her husband that she had already let Silver have her back there a couple of times. "The first time was a bit much, but I came to like it that way. Do you want me back there before I let some other man have me?" Porter and Peggy shared a new way of love making for them, and found that they could learn to have fun together with new tricks.

Porter was still at home Friday night when Silver knocked on the front door for his weekend date. Porter was meeting Rosa and her brother Rafael for a light, late dinner before going to a dance club. Maria would wait at home for them tonight. That meant that Porter answered the door when Silver knocked; Peggy was still in the bedroom applying finishing touches.

Porter and Silver exchanged pleasantries and non-speak for almost a minute until Peggy made her entrance in style. She flipped her full skirt and gave an almost hug to her husband, a more pressing closeness to her date and then twisted and swayed back and forth eventually lifting her skirt to almost mid thigh to show her legs. Porter got a kiss on the check and a few goodnight and have fun words. Silver also got just a cheek kiss as Peggy looped her arm in his to leave.

Porter watched from just inside the door. Silver took his first serious kiss as he and Peggy stepped to their walkway. Peggy wrapped arms around Silver's neck and pressed close to enjoy her first kiss of the night. Porter could see his wife give her tongue. At Silver's car door the couple shared another intimate kiss. Porter closed the front door as soon as he saw Silver's hand go under Peggy's skirt and begin to lift. He didn't need to watch the show.

Porter met Rosa and Rafael as scheduled at nine. Except for a few short greetings at his mother's home, Porter had not had a chance to visit with Rafael and get to know him more than superficially. The discovered that despite age difference and sexual predilection, they had things in common they could talk about. Rosa helped as facilitator. It became obvious that she and her brother were close.

At the dance club they didn't bother looking for a table; finding an unoccupied one would have been impossible. All three went straight into a mass of dancers and began moving to the beat. Porter had picked up dancing with Maria and Rosa at the same time, but tonight was his first time ever dancing with another man. He felt awkward at first. Rafael was such a good dancer he led Porter through and past any discomfort.

After half an hour the three took a break for a drink. They found a quiet corner where they could sip their cold drinks and talk. A youngish latino stopped by and asked Rosa to dance. She turned him down by cuddling close to Porter. A young latino came up to Rafael and made the same dance request. Rafael repeated his sister's gesture. Porter laughed, wrapped his arms around each, and kissed them on the cheek, Rafael first. They finished their drinks and went back on the dance floor.

Most of the night at the club, the three stayed together. Porter saw the she cat protecting her turf when a thirtyish lady with boobs pushing up and out of her dress tried to interest Porter in a dance. Rosa pushed with one hand and grabbed the bodice of the lady's dress with the other. Porter didn't really understand all of the Spanish that gushed from Rosa's lips as no doubt she told the lady to get away from her man. Porter ignored the boobies suddenly flapping in the breeze and kissed Rosa with passion.

A short while later Rafael connected with a friend and said goodnight, but promised to see them in the morning. As midnight approached Porter and Rosa decided it was time for home and bed. As they expected, Maria was waiting anxiously for them.

While Porter, Rosa and Rafael were having their fun times, Peggy and her dates were immersing themselves in an evening of entertainment too. Red and Keen joined Peggy and Silver at dinner. After a fun meal where Peggy felt like everyone was watching her with three handsome men they went to a quiet club for after dinner drinks and light dancing. By ten-thirty all four players were ready to move on to the main event. As things turned out, Peggy was not the only person with no practical experience at three guys and one girl sexual gymnastics. They were all enthusiastic about learning together.

Peggy became the down home dance girl entertainment. Never having tried stripping to music and for an audience she was awkward at times. She had, however, selected her clothing with this dance in mind, especially her lingerie. Her men were appreciative; they hooted and applauded. They overlooked every slip up and called out for more. Peggy danced close to each of her men and gave kisses and allowed touching. Silver got most of her favors, but Red and Keen were not left out.

When through dancing out of her clothes, Peggy began stripping the men. She danced from one to the next unbuttoning shirts, taking off belts, pulling zippers down. Finally she called quits, "Okay guys I've done my part; first one naked gets first crack." Peggy laughed long and loud at her pun until Silver stepped up to claim his prize.

Silver led the way to the bedroom to lay Peggy on her back in the middle of the bed; her knees came up to form a saddle. With Silver going first all three proceeded to ride in Peggy's saddle one after the other. Peggy discovered that Keen really did have great stamina. Not only did he give Peggy a great ride but he also gave the other two men more rest. Peggy was in sexual high heaven.

Peggy panted and wailed, she called out for more to encourage her men; each of the guys did her twice before they all decided a break was in order. Peggy didn't even try to count the number of orgasms she experienced. As far as her body and mind felt it was one two hour long high. In Silver's living room, Peggy served as waitress. She fixed whatever drink each man wanted, and she served the drinks with a smile and a kiss.

Surprising Peggy to no end, she found she was quite comfortable parading her fortyish body nude with three lovers who were not her husband. Setting her glass on an end table she wriggled over to Silver to tease him as she might tease Porter. "Is it all right my Rich Silver lover if I sit on Keen's lap for a while and see how much your friend enjoys being with a naked lady?" Silver laughed and sent Peggy on her way.

Peggy spent almost an hour flitting back and forth between three male laps she could sit on. She happily refilled glasses when any of her men needed more. Finally she stood before them to move the action back to the bedroom. "Which one of you big bad studs is going first?" A collegial decision finally evolved. They were going to stay in the living room with Peggy bent over a chair. Silver decided, and Red fully agreed, that Keen would be the first to bugger Peggy's butt while Silver and Red watched and cheered them on.

Red had the honor of loosening and lubricating. Silver kissed his lady love and stroked her shoulders to get Peggy relaxed. When the time seemed appropriate Keen stepped up to his task and slowly but with easy direct pressure forced his cock past Peggy's rosebud and fully into her anal tube. Red first, then Silver, returned to their seats to watch the spectacle. Keen slowly worked up to full speed with his hips driving a long slender cock back and forth, in and out. While thrusting full deep with cock into Peggy's rectum, Keen also put his hands to work on every other part of the woman's body.

Keen and sensitive hands would stroke, slap, pinch and tease from shoulder, down along Peggy's spine, across her rump ending in the folds behind her knees. As each body part was target, Peggy would do her best to respond and give full play to Keen's hands. Her first orgasm hit as hands began working back toward shoulders travelling the front side of Peggy's body. When Keen began light slapping between Peggy's legs she screamed and tried to pull her sensitive core away from slapping hand. She forced Keen deeper inside. Keen slapped harder; Peggy pushed back harder, faster, she screamed louder. Keen's hands eventually made their way back to gentle stroking on Peggy's shoulders but her hips never missed a beat reaching for the long hard cock that kept thrusting into her bottom.

From his chair Silver watched with a smile. His lover was an amazing woman in her ability to process absolute pleasure. She could enjoy others completely and Silver knew from repeated experience that Peggy would do whatever was needed to give maximum pleasure to her lover. Look at the way she drives her hips into Keen. This is the first time she has taken his cock in her ass and she wants to thrill him like no other woman ever has. My Peggy is just amazing.

Red looked on as well. As far as he was concerned rest period was over. Silver was conductor for the weekend activities; Red looked toward his friend for a cue but pointed to his erection so there would be no ambiguity. After a few seconds of thought the signal Red was looking for became clear -- Her Mouth. Red grabbed fistfuls of hair and almost immediately matched Keen's rhythm at Peggy's other end. She wasn't air tight, not yet, but Peggy was being spit roasted.

Red had taken Peggy by surprise. She and Keen were a single sexual being and then hair being pulled and a thick cock gagging her changed the dynamic. Peggy's hips and her well stuffed rectum kept fixed to Keen's pace; until she could adjust her mouth, jaw and specially her throat to the thick stub violating her face with a very different motion she was overwhelmed. Mentally Peggy divided herself; she swallowed Red's cock just the way her ass swallowed Keen's cock. Her mind made two sex chambers; could she handle a third?

Peggy reached out with an arm to where she thought Silver awaited. He came to her. Backing Red from her mouth, "I want you too. I want all of you!" It took a minute or so to work out the physical connection. Silver was under Peggy and fucking his cock up and into her vagina. Red returned to the business of fucking hard into her face and throat. Keen maintained his rapid steady thrusting into Peggy's rectum. Peggy was now airtight.

In another living room across town Peggy's husband found himself with two women. Rather than trying new sexual gymnastics Porter, Rosa and Mother Maria were having a glass of wine and some light snacks Maria had ready for her daughter and their lover after their date. Porter complimented Maria about her two children and how much he had enjoyed being with them tonight. He particularly relished telling about Rosa vanquishing the lady who tried to take away Porter as dance partner and date.

Porter thought to himself that it was now approaching one in the morning, he was with two women not his wife in an intimate setting, and there was no initiative toward the sex he knew would end their night. He realized that he enjoyed the very pleasant intimacy he was sharing with both Maria and Rosa. Porter also recognized that the intimacy between the three could be a smoldering spark now that could become a firestorm for his marriage to Peggy. I'm not going to worry about that right now. I like Maria and I like her family, even better I know Maria likes me. Porter's mind wandered into some what if areas that could get dangerous.




You Belong to Me Ch. 06



One good way out of the danger zone Porter found himself heading toward turned out to be a change in location. He stood and gave a hand to each of the women, "I think we need to continue in your bedroom Maria." They undressed each other and clutched in a three part hug and kiss beside the bed. Porter kissed Rosa's left ear and whispered to her. Rosa fell into the bed and pulled the other two along with her.

Maria found herself in the middle of the body pile. Porter began the seduction kissing all over her face and ending his travels with a long and tender kiss of Maria's lips. Suddenly Porter pulled away and turned to Rosa. He led daughter to mother and both of them kissed Maria from left to right and top to mid section. Maria wiggled and moaned to encourage her lovers. After a time Porter mounted Maria but held his body clear of Maria's breasts so Rosa could suckle and stimulate momma.

After pleasing Maria to orgasm it was Rosa's time in the middle of multiple pleasures. As final act of the evening Rosa rode atop Porter and used her muscles to squeeze the rod inside her while Maria used hands and kisses to drive Porter higher and higher. The three snuggled close in Maria's bed and slept content until morning.

In Silver's home, bedroom, living room, every room, Silver, Red and Keen kept Peggy on a platform of sexual excitement all day Saturday and followed again on Sunday. In Maria's home the pace of the participant's fun times was more relaxed, but as in Silver's home the sexual activity continued unbroken until Sunday afternoon.

"I'm glad you're home."

"I'm glad I am home too, Porter, and I'm glad you are here to greet me. Let's just be close." Husband and wife were even more quiet with one another the first few days they were back together. Finally on Thursday they found the emotional energy for a serious just talk night.

"Porter, Honey, I have been thinking about me and about us."

Porter looked across the room at his wife of more than twenty years. He too had been thinking these past few days. He had turned over in his mind the feelings he was developing for Maria and her family. He looked for a slot, for a comfortable way to expand his intimate social and sexual universe. Was there a place in his life for Maria and Rosa and even Rafael? So far he had been unsuccessful. Maybe Peggy was about to suggest some new idea that he hadn't come up with yet. "Tell me, Darling, what have you been thinking about all of us."

"What I really have been thinking is how much I liked last weekend Porter. I liked it a lot. I really liked having three men doing everything to keep me sexually satisfied." Peggy paused before moving to her next point; she needed to give her husband time to consider her first thought. Porter nodded his head, but was his nod understanding or agreement; both knew the possibilities and the differences.

"I can keep on going this way Porter; I can ride my sexual high. This weekend, these last few months, they are just like what the magazines say. Maybe there is a sexual peak women my age finally reach." Again Peggy stopped to collect her thoughts. "I don't want to leave you behind, Porter. I don't want to leave us behind. As much as I enjoy being with Silver, enjoy having Silver as lover, life with Silver and without you isn't what I want. I can't live that way."

Porter didn't audibly let a whoosh of breath, but in his mind he did just that. Slowly, halting with bits starts and stops, he talked about how he was developing feelings for Maria and family. Porter told Peggy how he had been thinking confused thoughts ever since last Friday night about what he was growing to enjoy and find so much pleasure with the intimate company of another woman.

Porter and Peggy talked through and around everything their life had become over the last months. They covered high points and fun times. Each talked of their fears about being pulled apart. By midnight they had worked through four hours of conversation along with a bottle of wine. Their only firm agreements were that midnight was bedtime and they needed to continue their discussion. On waking they found each had reached a firm conclusion in their sleep; they would not date their others this weekend.

Four weeks passed and both Peggy and Porter kept their focus on themselves s married couple and family unit. Without conscious decision they limited their dating by half. Peggy had one mid week date with just Silver and one overnight weekend tryst that added Red to the bedroom mix. Porter only had one date, a weekend with both Maria and Rosa that left him drained and exhausted sexually by the time he returned home Sunday morning.

Without any formal decision by either Porter or Peggy their affairs just drifted to an end. Sex with their outside partners burned bright, but like campfires in the night the flame burned out when the final log turned to ash. Neither Porter nor Peggy wanted to add more logs to the fire if there was a possibility of burning themselves or their mate. Future just talk nights sometimes recalled fond memories, but they always ended those just talk nights together in bed with final words, "I Love You."