Storiesonline.net ------- Perfect Aphrodisiac by Paul Phenomenon Copyright© 2002 by Paul Phenomenon ------- Description: Oversexed wife discovers the perfect aphrodisiac to match her husband's sex drive more closely to hers. Codes: MF FF rom cons bi oral size ------- Gail fondly remembered when her husband, John, had looked like the young man setting the fancy drink on the table next to the lounge chair where she reclined. She tore her eyes from the prime male specimen serving her to her husband. He'd softened some and was thicker in the waist, but he still excited her more than any man, and whenever he smiled at her she wanted to lie down and... She shook away those thoughts and watched the hunk cockily stroll away. He was ripped. A real hard body. She could almost feel her hands on his tight buns, squeezing, fondling. She tried to imagine what his cock would look like if it were erect and angry. Realizing her imagination grossly exaggerated reality, she chuckled. John's eyes opened, and he raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow, an inquiring look indicating he wanted to share whatever had tickled her. "Later," she murmured and closed her eyes, lying back and letting the sun toast her lithe body. John had let himself go a little, but with a stringent diet and daily exercise she had maintained her girlish figure, and it wasn't easy. Each year it became more difficult, but she knew she still looked good in the bikini she wore, and the hard body that had just served her proved it. His eyes had lingered on her long, slim legs and then made a stop at her barely covered, full breasts. His furtive glances pleased her and had lengthened her large nipples a little and sent twinges of arousal to her pussy. She sighed inwardly. She was horny again - still. She had read somewhere that the sexual peak in males occurred in their late teens, and if the article had been accurate, at thirty-two she was approaching her peak. From her perspective, at least, the article had validity. Her husband had just turned thirty-six, certainly still randy as ever, but even when they married eight years ago, her sex drive had been slightly stronger than his. Yet again another unaccountable difference between males and females had expanded the gap between husband and wife. She groaned inwardly with despair. Her sex drive was increasing as his diminished - a dire situation to her mind. How compatible would they be five years from now? Ten years? Whoever considered life fair, was a dumb shit. That morning before they left their room, she had enticed and seduced until both of them had collapsed sweaty and momentarily sated. She knew she couldn't interest him in another bout in bed, or anywhere for that matter, until that night, at the earliest. Half-opening one eye she peeked at John. So what if he was getting a bit soft here and there? The sight of him still turned her on. And his hands! He had marvelous hands, especially when they roamed over her body. She loved him, probably more today than on their wedding day. He was a good husband and a great father to their two children. He owned his own boring business, which didn't bore him, fortunately, and his boring labors provided a very nice life for her and the kids. And like her, he'd been faithful, or if he hadn't, no word had come back to her from any source. She knew he adored her, and this short trip had been designated a second honeymoon, that and an opportunity to get away from the kids and the blustery winter back in Chicago for a few days. Still, her exaggerated image of the hunk's elongated dick kept intruding. If she were approaching her sexual peak, she reasoned, she should hook up with someone like the hunk who served her, someone close to his sexual peak, which would make his sex drive and hers more compatible. Even then, she'd still have plenty left over for her husband. Yeah, sure, and the sun comes up in the West. She chuckled again. "What's so damned funny?" John asked. "Remember the young man who served us our drinks?" "Yes." "Quite a hunk, huh?" "Oh, you liked that, huh?" "Uh-huh. My imagination went a little wild." "Oh, how so?" "Before I tell you, let me ask you a question. When you look at young women built as well as the hunk, but in a feminine way, do you ever undress them in your mind?" He laughed. "Guilty as charged. Is that what you did?" "Uh-huh. I laughed at the image my mind created. It was definitely exaggerated." He chuckled. "That big, huh?" "Yeah." Her affirmative answer gushed out before she could stop it. She glanced quickly toward her husband, but he didn't appear disturbed by her comment. She feared it would attack his male ego. Men were such fools about the size of their cocks. John's was perfect for her, and the last thing she wanted was to make him feel inadequate in any way. "Not that I'm complaining, honey," she added. He chuckled again. "How big?" "Long and fat and angry looking - all twelve inches, maybe more," she bravely stated with a self-conscious giggle. His chuckle turned into a belly laugh. "Definitely exaggerated," he said when he recovered. "But I've heard of men that large, even larger." "Surely you jest." "Not at all. Some women prefer large ones; I believe they're referred to as size queens. You've admitted to being a little wild in your misspent youth. Didn't you ever run into a really big one?" Yes, but I don't know if I want to tell you about it, my adorable but slightly naÔve and sheltered husband, she thought. She also considered "run into" a curious choice of words. "Nothing that large." "What's the biggest you've...ah, seen?" She laughed. "Did you start to say...?" Her eyes glinted mischievously as she mouthed the word "fucked" to finish her question. He blushed when he grasped the silent word. "Probably. Answer my question, please." "I don't know. I didn't carry a measuring tape around with me." "Some were larger than others, though. Correct?" "Oh, yeah. Definitely. Before this goes too far, I want to be honest with you, John. I'm not a size queen, the moniker you put on women who prefer large men. You're perfect for me." "Thanks, but my curiosity hasn't been satisfied. Did the size of one of your paramours ever surprise you?" "Uh-huh." She eyed his swimming trunks and noticed a small bulge. Interesting. Maybe I will tell him about Sam. "Paramours? The word is archaic, John. "Sometimes I feel archaic, so I use old words. So you were surprised once?" "Well there was one a little larger than you." "How much larger?" Here goes nothing. "Three inches, maybe a little more." Like five inches to be more accurate. Sam had a foot-long dong. His nickname was Horse. "Gawd, that would put him at ten plus inches." "Yeah, that's about right. He was thick, too. I had a hell of a time taking him fully inside me." Definitely interesting. My hubby's getting a hard-on. We rolled around on the sheets an hour ago, and he's getting hard again already. Maybe I've found an aphrodisiac to even out our sex drives a little. She glanced around and quickly fondled her husband's hardening cock. "My, my, let's take this problem of yours to our room. I think I have just the thing it needs." He didn't disagree, and in the elevator, she moved into his arms. He kissed her and curled her toes. "Umm, nice," she said but noticed his hard-on had wilted, and the kiss hadn't improved its flaccid state. It was time for another dose of the newly discovered aphrodisiac. "Damn, I've got Sam on my mind now. Sam was the guy I dated with the big one. His nickname was Horse." John chocked. "Horse?" "Yeah." It's working. He's getting hard again. Halleluiah! "Would you mind terribly if I thought about Horse just a tiny bit while we make love?" She rubbed his hardening cock with her dainty hand as she waited for his answer. "Not at all, if..." He hesitated. "If you tell me what you're thinking." Perfect. She wondered how strong a dose she should administer. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "I'm going to be thinking about the time I fucked him. Are you sure you want to hear about that?" A lustful groan provided the answer to her question. The elevator doors opened and they hurried to their room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Gail jerked her husband's trunks down, and his lovely cock sprung up and bounced off his belly. Definitely hard again. She dropped to her knees and licked all around the crown. It was time to test her theory. "Sam's cock head was half again as large as yours, John. I couldn't do this to him." She dipped her head and sucked in half his length, and then rolled her tongue back and forth across the large vein at the base of his cock. She detected no negative reaction like jealousy, so she gobbled him up until she could feel his pubic hair at her nose. She felt him reach and untie the top of her bikini as she sucked him. She shrugged and the bit of material fluttered to the floor. She did the same with the bottoms, pulled her mouth from his marvelous cock with a slurp and jerked him toward the bed. "I want to be on top. That's how I fucked Sam. Okay?" I fucked Sam on top, on the bottom, on my hands and knees, everyway I could think of, she thought, but I fucked him first on top, and that's all John is going to hear about. Today, she modified. If this aphrodisiac works, I've a lot of stories to tell him. My youth won't appear so misspent after all. She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, finally straddling John's hips and fisting his hard cock. "I remember straddling Sam like this and stroking his monster..." "No, give me more details. And call him Horse. How did you meet him?" Curiouser and curiouser. If that's what hubby with a late-morning hard-on wants, that's what hubby will get. "I met Horse in college my sophomore year in a psychology class. I was acing the course, but Sam...Horse was having trouble with it. He sat to my left, and one day at the end of the class he asked me if I would consider tutoring him. I needed the money, so I agreed, and we made arrangements for him to come to my room that night. My roommate, Ellen, wasn't happy about the arrangement, but she understood, and disappeared soon after Horse arrived." She looked down and watched pre-cum dribble from John's cock. "Do you mind if I have you inside me while I tell you the story?" "That would be my preference, too," he said formally. Yeah, he's hot. He sometimes became formal when highly aroused, trying to hide his excitement, which she didn't understand. It was as if he were embarrassed about being aroused. She rose up on her knees and dragged his cock through her wet pussy, finally settling it at the entrance to her vagina. Two bounces and she had taken him fully inside her. "Horse didn't slide in so easily," she said and grinned. John groaned. "Go on." "I started the tutoring session by flipping through the text book and asking questions to determine what he knew and what he didn't know. He was in trouble. Sam's dick was probably larger than his brain. Either that, or the amount of blood needed to fill the monster emptied his brain and killed a few cells every time he got an erection." John laughed. "Funny. Continue." Good, he's loosening up, not so formal. Me, too, my pussy, that is. Oh, I do love his hard cock inside me. "Well, I gave him an assignment and made arrangements to meet with him again a few days later. He paid me and left. Between the first session and the second, campus gossip gave me his nickname and the reason behind it, which made me curious." "I can imagine." "I decided to try to give him a hard-on to determine if he were properly named, so I met him at the door for the second session wearing a halter top, sort of a cutoff t-shirt, with no bra, and a pair of cutoff jeans, sans panties. The cutoff jeans were nastier than a thong. My butt cheeks could be seen, at least the bottom curves, along with some stray pussy hairs." "Jesus," John muttered and thrust up at her as he tweaked her large nipples. "That would give a dead man a hard-on." Gail chuckled. "Worked for Sam, too. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he stammered a hello. I had to pull him into the room because he seemed rooted to the floor. A quick glance at his crotch proved my getup had been effective. It looked like he had a massive hard-on. But I was wrong. He was only half-hard at that time. A few minutes later as we sat around the study table, another glance made me gasp, which made Sam...Horse blush. "'My God, Sam, did I do that to you?' I asked him. His blush deepened and he nodded. All the blood needed to give Horse a hard-on must have affected his speech, too." John chuckled. "I couldn't resist and reached to fondle it over his jeans. 'Gawd,' I said, 'that must be painful. Let's let it out so it can breathe.' He didn't disagree, so I popped the button at the top of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He wore briefs, which I had a hard time - no pun intended - getting over the top of his cock so I could see it. He helped, or I would have failed. When the monster popped into view, I couldn't believe my eyes, John. It was huge! As I said, the crown was half again larger than yours and his length tapered slightly from the base to the crown. The base had to be three inches thick, at least." "Did the sight of it make you hot?" "Gawd, yes! I was dripping by then. I couldn't take my hands off it to take off the few clothes I had on. My eyes fixated on the throbbing beast as my hands - both of them - stroked its length. I remember thinking at the time that my pussy would never be able to take it all, but even with the fear he could hurt me, I knew I wanted try. I dragged Horse to my single bed using his cock like a leash. While he arranged himself, I stripped off the two pieces of clothing I was wearing, and my naked, nubile body made Horse a little harder and larger, which I didn't think possible. I straddled him like I'm straddling you now, and rose up to rub the head of his cock through my wet pussy, but my legs weren't long enough. I had to stand and squat." "Jesus!" "Yeah. He helped me maintain my balance. Evidently, he'd had the same thing happen before, and soon I was pushing down on the monster, trying to get the crown to pop inside me. It just wouldn't go in, John, and I was getting very frustrated. 'Hold my pussy lips open,' I ordered, and Horse complied. That helped and all at once the end of his cock slipped inside me. Gawd, I felt full. I looked down and could still see about eight inches of cock yet to go." Gail rotated her hips and felt her husband's cock throbbing inside her. "This is making you hot, huh?" "Gawd, yes. Stop moving on me, or I'll come." But I don't want to stop, Gail thought. I want to get off, too. "Okay, I'll stop, but you've got to play with my clit if I do." "You've got it, baby." His fingers reached. "No, wet them in your mouth first. When your fingers are nice and wet hold my clit gently between your thumb and forefinger and jack on it. Play like it's a little cock and jack it off." "Yeah, I can do that." And he could, too, Gail decided. "Go on. What happened then?" "That's nice. Thanks, John. Where was I?" "You looked down and could still see eight inches of cock." "Yes. Well, I slid forward a little, like this, and them slid back taking him a little deeper inside me with each slide. There is one tiny advantage to a large cock, John, when I slid back on him his monster dragged my cunt lips inside my vagina a little - my clit, too. Gawd, that was exciting. I was able to rub my clit against the top of his cock with each thrust. I took short little strokes for about five minutes and looked down again. Four inches to go, and it already felt like his cock was in my mouth. Ooh, you have talented fingers, John. You sure know how to jack off a clit." "Thanks. Don't stop the story." "Okay, but you're making me awfully hot." "Do you want me to stop?" "No! Let's see, I had taken all but four inches..." "If he were ten inches long, you only had six inches inside you. That wouldn't be a stretch for you. I'm seven, and you have no trouble with me at all." "I stretched the truth a bit. I found out later he was a foot long." "Jesus! Then he had eight inches inside you all ready." "Thereabouts, but I was nothing if not determined to get every inch of that monster inside me, so I did a little bounce, and then another, and another, and when I looked down only two inches remained. That's it, I thought. I just can't take anymore. 'Let's fuck,' I told Horse and started the little sliding dance I do when I'm on top. He had not moved while I had tried to swallow his dick with my pussy, but now his hands went to my hips, and he sort of helped me off his cock a little and then let me back down on it as he thrust carefully into me. He didn't try to go any deeper, thank God, but I was really excited by then, and I went a little crazy, and started to fuck him like mad, sliding on and off his cock and making sexy sounds and moans and a few tiny screams, no doubt." She started to move again on her husbands cock. "Don't stop. God, what happened then?" She took a deep breath. She was so very hot, very close. It was difficult for her to talk. He mouth felt dry. She just wanted to fuck. She didn't want to talk, but... "And Horse really got with the program, and his thrusts became more pronounced, and I got hotter and hotter, and wetter and wetter, and finally Horse muttered, 'You took it all.' I looked down, and by gawd I had taken it all, John, all twelve inches were inside me, and then I really took off. I fucked him, honey, oh, gawd, did I fuck him! I fucked him like I'm fucking you now!" "I'm coming, Gail!" John muttered and grabbed her hips and with short, fast jabs thrust deeply inside her. "Yeah, he fucked me like you're fucking me, John. And I came on that monster, like I'm going to come on you, John. Go ahead and come! Come in me, like Sam did! Come in me, John!" Gail's cunt flew on and off her husbands throbbing seven inches, the perfect size for her, and she felt him swell up and then felt his semen splash against the back of her cunt, and her orgasm started deep inside her and spread. Exquisite sensations washed over her from the tips of her hair to the tips of her fingers and feet, but mostly they throbbed inside her as spasm after spasm jerked her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body stiffened as she tried to prolong the delicious feelings that had overwhelmed her consciousness. Aftershocks jerked her, and she mashed her cunt down around her husband's perfect cock, finally collapsing on his chest. "Jesus," John muttered. "Yeah." His arms wrapped her and he kissed her where he could - a lot. "Gawd, you're sexy, Gail. That was awesome. Did you fuck him again?" "What do you think?" It's time to become reticent again. Demure, that's me. Time for the lady in me to take control. She rolled off him to his side. "I'd guess yes." It's also time to find out how he feels about me now. "I was pretty nasty, John? Did I go too far?" "Gawd no. I loved it." "Oh, I know that. I'm asking how you feel about me now. Do you think less of me because..." "No! I love you, Gail. Before we married, for some strange reason you felt compelled to tell me you had a few wild years in your past, that you had slept around, as you put it. You weren't specific, but I understood the gist of your confession. I loved you, and what you did before we met didn't matter to me then, as it doesn't matter to me know. Okay?" She squirmed contentedly next to him. "Well, I was specific today." "Yes you were, and I loved it." He hesitated. "Ahem, I wouldn't mind a few more specifics." She chuckled inwardly. Perfect. "We'll see. I don't want you to feel badly about me, John." "Never happen." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Hmm, this afternoon I can tell him about the time...no, maybe I'll work up to that one. I'll tell him about the time... No, that's going a little too far just yet. I'll reserve that sexy time for later. Ah, hell, I'll play it by ear. "Let's shower and go back to the pool," she said. "I promised myself some tan lines, John." "Okay, we'll have lunch at the pool bar." And I'll experiment a little more with my newfound aphrodisiac while we eat. ------- John glanced at his wife. To his mind, she was the sexiest female around the bar and pool. Oh, she was no longer a youngster, but then neither was he. She had nursed their two children, and her nipples had become larger, baby-chewed he called them, and her heavy breasts sagged a little. He loved to roll her large, baby-chewed nipples around in his mouth and nibble on them. Her hips were no longer girlish, which was fine with him, too. After all, she wasn't a girl. She was a woman, and what a woman! The story she told him about Horse kept intruding. He knew she had been wild before he met her; she had admitted as much, and he had always wanted to hear details from her wild years, specifics like her story about Horse. Gawd, that had been sexy. It was only noon and they had made love twice today already. No, this morning before they left the room, they had made love. A half hour ago they had fucked. Gawd, did they ever fuck! He felt a twinge of arousal, which surprised him. Well, why not? Wasn't this supposed to be their second honeymoon? He noticed Gail studying a couple of women sitting to their right. She returned to the food in front of her, but soon the women captured her attention again. What interests her about those women, he asked himself, and soon he, too, was glancing furtively at them. They looked to be about the same age, and although he wasn't good at guessing ages, he put them in their late twenties. The short, dark-haired one was a bit chunky, about twenty pounds overweight, he calculated, and the other one, the redhead, was on the skinny side and tall, about five eight - Gail's height. The tall one, dotted with masses of freckles, was definitely in need of some more meat on her bones. Her breasts were nearly non-existent, but her hips were wide. Gail turned to him and blushed. What's going on? "What interests you about those two women?" he asked. "I think they're lovers," Gail said. His head spun back toward them. He could see no signs they were lovers, but then he couldn't tell if a man were gay unless he was effeminate, and Gail had told him not all effeminate men were gay. "What makes you think they're lovers?" he asked. "I could be wrong, and if they're lovers neither of them are died-in-the-wool lesbians. I'd guess they're bisexual." "Really?" "Uh-huh. The tall, skinny one adores the short, chunky one, but her eyes also followed the hunk serving drinks." She snickered. "Mine, too - followed the hunk, that is." "Careful, you'll make me jealous." "Marvelous!" She laughed and then turned serious. "Sometimes I've wished I could make you a little jealous, John, but upon reflection I know jealousy in any amount would be counterproductive. Unlike those women, we're comfortable with each other, comfortable with our devotion each to the other. I love you, John." She took her hand in his, and he noted a little fear enter her eyes. "Are you sure I didn't go too far with the story about Horse?" He grinned and he felt her hand squeeze his. "No, I loved it. I've been curious about your wild years for a long time. The story didn't put me off at all. It excited the hell out of me, and hearing about the event didn't diminish you in my eyes or mind in the slightest. Just the opposite. It made me realize yet again just how sexy and sexual you are. You were twenty-four when we married, Gail, and certainly no virgin, thank God. You were sexually experienced, and your expertise endeared me to you then, and still does." What he really wanted was to hear more stories about her wild years, and the nastier the better. But he hesitated to tell her. Thinking about Gail with another man excited the hell out of him, but it embarrassed him, too. Would she think less of him if she knew his quirky desire? He didn't understand it himself, how could he expect her to understand and accept it without making him less of a man in her eyes. She chuckled. "No, I certainly wasn't a virgin, not by a long shot." She grinned. "But then, neither were you. You're the best lover I ever had, John - including Horse." She laughed. "Especially Horse. He was hung but a bit dull upstairs. A man's intelligence is as important as his body. You have the perfect package, at least for me. That's why I fell in love with you." She sipped her drink, and he noticed she glanced back toward the bisexual women. He had accepted her concept of their sexuality without question. "What's your take on bisexuality, John?" she asked suddenly. "Two men turn me off big time. I'm almost homophobic, but I have to admit thinking about two women...ah, let's just say two woman turn me on." He knew he was blushing. "Really?" "Yeah." "What about me? Have you ever pictured me with another woman?" He was drinking when she asked the question, and he sputtered and coughed. What a question! Yes, he had thought about her with another woman. While considering her wild years, his imagination had placed her in a host of naughty scenarios, and Gail naked and sweaty with another woman had been one of them - one of his favorites, if the truth were known. But should he admit enjoying the fantasy? Would she think less of him for being turned on thinking about her with another woman? She chortled, a low burbling sound. "Sorry." He wiped his face with his napkin. "Well?" she said. What the hell? "Yes, sort of." She chuckled. "Sort of?" He blushed. "Make that a definite yes." "Did it turn you on or off?" "On, definitely." "Hmm, what would you say if I told you I've been with another woman?" "Jesus! Really?" "Answer my question, please." "I'd say tell me about it." She's full of surprises today. Gawd, I love it. He also felt himself becoming erect again. "You wouldn't resent me for hiding something about me for nigh on nine years? Something important about me you I should have told you before we got married?" "Have you been with another woman since we got married?" "No, of course not. I took our marriage vows seriously, John. For me, being with another woman would be just as unfaithful as being with another man. You didn't answer my question." "It that case, I would harbor no resentment. You surprised me. That's all." He smiled. "I admit I've fantasized about you with another woman, and the fantasy turned me on." "Tell me about your fantasy." "It's a bit vague and varies from time to time." "Are you part of the fantasy, like in a threesome?" "Yes, sometimes." "Never happen, big guy." "I know, and I don't really want that to happen. Me, you and another woman would make me unfaithful - you, too. Like you, I took our vows seriously. I've never cheated on you, Gail. However, I have, like Jimmy Carter, lusted in my mind - a lot." She laughed. "Me, too." He still didn't know if she had been with another woman. Every thing she'd said had implied she had, but she'd avoided an overt confession. "Well, have you?" Her lids of her eyes lowered a little, as if she felt shameful, and she studied her hands. "Yes," she said quietly before she turned her eyes to his and gazed at him intently. "Like those women, John, I think I'm bisexual. At least the few times I've been with women gave me pleasure. I prefer men, but..." She glanced down at his crotch. He knew she could see the bulge. He was half-hard, at least. She smiled. "You don't seem to be turned off by my admission. Quite the opposite, it would appear." Glancing around to make sure they weren't being watched, she reached and rubbed her hand sensuously across his erection, and then gave it a sexy squeeze. "Would you like me to tell you about my first time with a woman?" "Gawd, yes!" His enthusiastic expression was a bit loud, and he noticed eyes turn toward them, as did Gail. She quickly removed her hand. "When?" she asked. "How about now?" he whispered. "No, let's give it another hour. I don't want you to overdo yourself." She chuckled. "In another hour, my balls will be aching." She cocked her head. "Are you sure?" "Uh-huh. Let me sign for the meal, and we'll..." "I'll take care of the check. You can't stand up the way you are. I'll meet you in the room. Don't dally too long, honey." He watched his wife pick up the check and walk away. He loved her sexy glide with her hips undulating, provoking, but not appearing too sluttish. She paid the bartender for their lunch and drinks, turned to him with a wicked grin and moved away toward the hotel proper. He didn't know where Gail had been hiding the woman she had become today all these years, but he was very happy she'd brought her out into the clear light of day. Bisexual! He would have never guessed, not in a million years. Gawd, what a sight that would be! He'd love to see her with another woman...no, she was correct. They had made promises to each other, promises both of them had kept for over eight years. Now wouldn't be the time to break them. He'd be more than happy hearing about a past experience. More than happy with the mental pictures Gail would invoke with her words like she did when she told him about Horse. Gail told a hell of a story. Glancing down, he noticed he was still half-hard, and he started mentally reciting the logarithm tables. Though unbidden images continued to intrude, he five minutes later he rose to his feet. He felt like a teenager again as he pushed himself away from the table. With one last glance toward the bisexual women, he noticed two men had joined them. Had Gail been wrong? Ah, hell, it didn't matter if she were wrong or right. Thinking the women were lovers had taken his wife down the path that had revealed she had been with women in her past. John couldn't wait to hear the details and rushed away toward the room and his sexy wife. ------- While Gail waited naked in the center of the king-sized bed for John to arrive, she touched herself, dipping a finger inside and pulling out some natural lubricant to roll over her clitoris. She was hot again and wondered whether the heat had arrived because of her husband's obvious excitement over her revelation she was bisexual or the memory of her first time with a woman. Oh, she'd messed around in her early teens with girlfriends, but she didn't count those brief sexual explorations. None had been consummated. Shelly had come the closest, but they didn't go beyond mutual masturbation. They had both been too self-conscious, and then both of them had started to date, and boys took center stage. Suddenly she started to worry. Had she gone too far too fast? She hadn't planned to announce her bisexuality until later, much later, but watching the two women at the pool had created the opportunity. Besides, John had reacted positively. She'd tested him thoroughly before finally admitting she enjoy women as well as men during her wild years. How much should she tell him? Should she admit she nearly fell in love? No, not today, at least. She'd merely describe the delicious sensations Kristin had evoked. She heard the door open and she pulled her fingers from her pussy. They felt sticky, and she was rubbing them against the sheet as John strode into the room. He smiled at her and her heart melted at the same time her arousal soared. She sure did love him a lot. "Get naked and join me," she said, her voice low and sultry on purpose, though in truth the timbre of her voice matched her mood. Unreasonably, she was disappointed when he shucked his swimming trunks. His lovely cock was flaccid, though it was stretched, dangling longer than normal. He rolled onto the bed and took her in his arms. While he kissed her, she fondled his cock, but her hand seemed to have no effect on its state, so she pulled out her newfound aphrodisiac. "Do you want me to tell you about some brief Sapphic explorations from when I was a girl, or the first time I was with a woman?" Magic! What a find? She wondered is she should write up her discovery of a perfect aphrodisiac and submit it to a women's magazine. She had no doubt they would publish it. Of course, it wouldn't work on all men, only those who were confident with their masculinity and certain of the love of their partners. "Tell me about when you were a girl later. I want to hear about the first time you were with a woman." "Good. That was my choice, too. Would you do me a favor, John?" "Sure?" "Would you go down on me while I tell you about Kristin? That's the main thing women do for each other, you know, and you have such a talented mouth, I'll be able to pretend you're Kristin." His eyes widened, and then he smiled. "Nothing would give me more pleasure, Gail, but as you tell me about Kristin, I want you to tell me how my technique differed from hers." "What a marvelous idea! Of course, I will." He rolled between her legs and scooted down on the bed with his feet hanging over the edge. "I'm a little self-conscious about this, John, so I'm just going to close my eyes and relax and tell you what happened, sort of a stream of consciousness kind of thing. Okay?" "Uh-huh. Am I allowed to ask questions?" "Certainly. Let's see, I met Kristin right after I graduated from high school. I was eighteen; she was twenty-three. I managed to find a job with a law firm as a receptionist. She was a paralegal for the same firm. I had never been attracted to a woman before, and the attraction I felt for her surprised me. Later, I asked her if she had recognized a kindred spirit in me, but she said although she was attracted to me, she didn't think I'd be interested in her sexually. Kristin was bisexual, but unlike me she preferred women to men and knew if I had any interest in sex with a woman, it would be temporary, at best. Besides, she told me men flocked around me, which was true. Two or three men hit on me every day, and for the most part I loved it. Oh, your mouth feels exquisite, John. Kristin wouldn't be quite so rough, though, not yet. Yes, like that. Yes! Just like that!" "Describe her for me, Gail." "Yes. Let's see, she was shorter than me, about five six, maybe. A brunette, and she kept her hair cut short and molded around her face, making her look like a pixie. She had a mischievous look about her, and when she smiled she lit up the room. She had a slim, very feminine figure, perky breasts, a narrow waist, flat stomach, fairly wide hips, but slim, shapely thighs. In fact, her legs were to die for. Her neck was long and graceful, like her hands. A dainty woman, but all woman, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, like you," John said lifting his mouth from her pussy momentarily. "Yes, sort of like I am now, not like I was then. I was still a teenager with girlish hips then. Oh, you're going to like this. She shaved off all of her pubic hair. Of course, I didn't know that until later. "At the time, I was dating a lot, a couple to three nights during the week and three or four dates on the weekend, and..." "Three or four dates on the weekend? How can you have four dates on a weekend?" "Easy. Friday night, breakfast or lunch Saturday, Saturday night, breakfast or lunch on Sunday, and Sunday night. Oops that's five. I did that a few times, too." "With different men?" "Sometimes. Other times I spent the entire weekend with one man, though I was still living at home, so I didn't do that very often. I told you I was wild, John, and before you ask, no, I didn't fuck all of them." More than I'd like to admit, though, and certainly more than I'll ever admit to you, love of my life. "Go on. Get to the good stuff." She chuckled. "I have the good stuff between my legs right now. Ooh, that feels so good. Your talented tongue is making me very hot, John." "Come on." "Oh, okay. Speaking about spending an entire weekend with someone, I did just that with Kristin. One Friday evening she gave a cocktail party. I was invited and attended, and yes, I sipped white wine, though I was still underage for the then current drinking laws. The powers that be..." "Skip the damned drinking laws." Her laugh shook her body, which enhanced her pussy's connection with John's mouth. "I'm sorry," she said when she calmed down. "As you can see, I'm nervous about telling you this. Here goes. The party broke up about eight o'clock, and I stayed to help Kristin pick up. I was wearing a slinky cocktail dress, sans bra, thigh-high hose and frilly panties. Kristin was more formal, wearing a business suit, albeit a sexy one, and before we started the cleanup process, Kristin suggested we change clothes, offering to lend me some of hers, and we trooped back to her bedroom together. "I thought she'd pull out some clothes and hand them to me, and I'd change in the bathroom, but upon entering her bedroom, she took off her clothes, all of them, until she stood in front of her closet naked. Gawd, she was beautiful! I loved her body, and it excited me, John. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy became a little moist. Should I strip, too? I remember shrugging and saying to myself, 'Why not?' Soon I, too, was naked, and the two of us stood looking at each other for many seconds. A second in such a circumstance is a long time, and time stretched out. We didn't speak, either. Merely stood there and gazed at each other, our eyes moving from place to place on the other's body like ghostly hands. I swear, I could 'feel' her touch me when her eyes focused on my breasts, 'feel' her touch me when her gaze moved down to my hairy pussy. Finally, Kristin broke the silence. "'We're going to have to do something about all that hair,' she said and smiled, and the room brightened. Of course, I had noticed her completely hairless pussy. I had studied her as much as she had studied me, so I knew what she meant. "'I want to keep a small patch at the top,' I said, and she nodded. "'Come with me,' she took me by my hand, and it was electric, as if sparks moved from her to me. My hand tingled, and my pussy quivered as she pulled me into a sumptuous bathroom. 'Hop up on the counter,' she said, and I did, feeling a little foolish. She gathered a shaving soap cup and brush, a razor and some scissors, and ran the water until it was hot. After rolling around the brush in the soap cup, creating substantial latter, she sat in the chair she had pulled up from her dressing area and pushed my knees wide. I felt awkward and so open. My cunt was fully exposed. 'Scoot forward a little,' she said. 'I'll use the scissors to trim you first, and then the razor.' I complied, but I didn't have anywhere to rest my feet. 'Use the arms of the chair,' she suggested. I tried that, but they were too low, so I pulled my feet up to the counter, which opened me up to her gaze that much more." "Jesus, Gail. I want to shave you sometime." "Okay. I remember the scissors felt cold and I winced. She apologized and placed them under her armpit for a few seconds. While the scissors warmed, she talked to me. She told me I was beautiful, that I excited her, that my cunt was pretty now, and when she was finished it would be that much prettier - things like that, sort of in a chatty manner, certainly not passionate. I also remember I wanted her to be passionate. I wanted to reach for the back of her head and pull her mouth to my cunt. Gawd, I was hot. We had hardly touched each other, but still I was as excited as I would have been after a half-hour make-out session with a man. I was as hot as I am now, and you know how hot you make me with your talented mouth. "She started with the scissors, being very careful with them around my labia. Reaching with her fingers, she pulled each lip up, and then carefully cut the hair on them as close to the skin as possible. When she finished, she brushed my cunt with her fingers to dislodge any hair that had been cut but still lingered. Ooh, that felt good, and I remembered groaning with passion. 'Patience,' she said. The lather in the cup had gone down, but she swirled the brush, and soon it was thicker than before. I'll never forget the moment she put the brush on my cunt, the brush filled with smooth hot lather. When she swirled it around on my cunt, I climaxed, John. An orgasm slammed into me without warning. I remember seeing her eyes widen with passion just before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and as I humped my cunt toward the brush, she shoved it hard against my clit, and pushed two fingers inside my vagina. I rode out the orgasm, but I was still hot. She calmly removed her fingers from my cunt, and started to shave my labia with the razor. I had a few aftershocks, but she seemed to anticipate them and didn't cut me. Looking down, I could see my throbbing clit poking completely out of its hood, and it was swollen larger than I had ever seen it before. She finished shaving me, leaving a patch at the top about two inches wide and an inch or two high, but she had trimmed even the patch flat. The hair was less than a half-inch long. 'Now I need to do your pretty butt,' she said, and started to build up the lather again." "Jesus. How much longer, Gail? I need to be in you. I need to fuck you!" "Not long. I'm close, too. She lathered my butt and shaved it, too. Standing, she ran a washcloth under the hot water and washed my behind and pussy with it. 'It's time for the tongue test,' she said and grinned mischievously. Sitting back in the chair, she leaned forward and moved her tongue all around my cunt, and between the cheeks of my butt. She found a few spots that needed a little more work, and fixed those with the razor. 'Perfect,' she finally announced. 'Now, let's see if I can make you come again.' She sucked my clit into her mouth, John. Yeah, like that, just like you're doing now! And then, and then, oh, gawd, and then, she lashed it with her tongue. Yes! Oh, I'm coming! Yes! Just like that! You're better than she was, John! Oh, gawd, yes!" She grabbed the back of his head and mashed his mouth to her cunt, and her hips took off pulling an orgasm from deep inside her, finally groaning massively as the climax overwhelmed her. She whimpered with each contraction, jerking her husband's face to her and then pushing it away, until finally she collapsed back to the bed. She pulled at him with her hands on his shoulders, and finally he understood. "I need you inside me, lover. I need your long, hard cock inside me now. Oh, yes. Perfect! Yes! Ah!" Her verbal sigh stretched out as he started to thrust into her. She rotated her hips moving faster and faster, fucking him, encouraging him to fuck her as fast and as hard as he could. She wanted to rut, to just goddamn fuck! He rode her, and just goddamned fucked her! On and on it went. His staying power was unbelievable, and then she remembered this was his third time in less than eight hours - a record. The result of her newfound aphrodisiac? She kissed him. "I love you, John! Only you! Fuck me, lover. Fuck me!" she screamed and another orgasm started to build inside her, this one for her husband, for the man she loved. "Come in me, John!" "Yes! I'm coming!" he bellowed, and his hips gave one last mighty thrust. He buried his cock as deeply as it would go, and his body stiffened. His face twisted into a gorgeous grimace as he strained every muscle in his body, feeling a massive orgasm overwhelm him, and when he finally let it out, when his juices rushed through his long cock and splashed inside her, she felt her orgasm take her over, and she joined him, sharing his pleasure. The timing of their contractions became synchronized, matching perfectly together. "Oh, oh, oh," she whimpered and humped up at him, milking his semen from his pulsating cock as wave after wave of indescribable sensations washed over her. He couldn't hold himself up any longer, she knew, when he finally rolled to the side and took her into his arms and kissed her. "That was the sexiest story I've ever heard, Gail," he muttered between gasps for air. Their bodies were sweaty, slippery next to each other. She was gasping, too, but even as over exerted as she was, she felt relaxed, fully sated for the first time that day. I'll leave him alone until tonight, she decided. "Did you eat her?" John asked. "Uh-huh. I stayed with her the entire weekend. I think we did everything two women can do together sexually, many of them more than once, some of them many times." She needed to ask. "Do you still love me?" "Oh, gawd, yes. More than ever. I want to hear about the first time you ate her." "Now?" "No! Now, all I want to do is hold you in my arms and take a nap." She giggled. "Sounds like a plan." She cuddled against him and smiled inwardly. While on their second honeymoon with the proper timing, she believed she could encourage him to have sex with her three or four times a day, maybe more. She could tell him about the time she shared Ellen, her roommate, with Horse. John would like that one. And she could describe one of her threesomes with two men. She didn't know if she should tell him about the orgy at a fraternity house. Perhaps she could modify the story a little, make it more acceptable. Then when they returned home, she would not allow things to settle in at once a week again, like before. Nope, they'd average once a day, at least. She smiled. She had a lot of stories to tell. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-04-12 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------