You Win Some, You Lose Some by Max (Hetero sex, Wife sharing, Voyeurism)


"You Win Some, You Lose Some" (c) 2001 Max (aka Max O'Drive, Maximum
Overdrive). As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in
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I'd like to thank a lot of people for helping me with ideas, concepts
and support as I wrote this. Some people were more influential than
others, but many, many people have contributed to this story. Far too
many to list here, otherwise we'd be here all day.

I do want to express my gratitude to my "first readers" who were kind
enough to read the first drafts of this and tell me which parts
realllly sucked!

*g*

Special thanks to: Babs, Bill F. and Ghia for taking the time.

Extra special thanks and a big *SMOOCH* to Babs for her editing skills
and her patience with me as I meandered my way through this story.

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Try And Fail

"No, Tom. I don't want to do it. Who in their right mind beside some
pervert would want to have sex with another man's wife while he
watches?" the lady sitting behind me said.

Needless to say, the manuscript I was reading didn't have quite as much
appeal as that conversation did. I was sure she was quite embarrassed
at her outburst, quiet as it was, and would now be looking around to
see if anyone heard, so I remained motionless.

"Look, I know it's a fantasy of yours," she continued, heatedly. I took
the opportunity and shifted around in the lounge booth placing my back
against the wall, which would let me easily look at them if I turned my
head. I moved the 'script so it could be easily seen if anyone looked
over to me, masking the fact I was listening intently to the couple
talking.

She finished her point by saying "But I just don't think it's possible,
for one thing and I'm afraid of what it'll do to us if I do."

I glanced up over the pages at them. All I could see of her was a
willowy mane of brown hair and her slim arm as she tipped her wine
glass up to take a drink. He was a nice enough looking man. Sandy hair
with touches of gray at the temples, wire-rim glasses, healthy looking,
about my age I assumed. He had a slightly pained expression on his
face, which was easily explained by his wife being less than eager to
satisfy his fantasy. "Den, hon, I've told you before that this won't
mean a thing to us. Well, it will, but I feel it'll make us stronger
and happier."

I figured if I was going to be a part of this, now was the time to
speak up. Looking over the top of their booth, I said to her, "He is
right, you know." He looked at me with mild surprise, but when she
turned around it was almost like seeing a deer caught in car
headlights. And, the longer I looked in her face, the better that
analogy fit. Soft, brown eyes are what I noticed immediately, and I
noticed how pretty her face was framed by that mane of brown hair. Then
I noticed her lips. Even though her mouth was caught open in a small
"o" of surprise, they were full and pink. If she was wearing lipstick,
it was just a clear gloss. All I could do for a moment was just look at
her and be mesmerized with her natural beauty. She had the kind of
beauty that wouldn't be touched by age, so I couldn't even begin to
guess at how old she was. If pressed, I'd have to say somewhere between
20 and 60. "How dare you..." she started as her face clouding with
anger.

"Shhh..." I said. "It's ok. I'm just a friendly face with a bit of
knowledge on your 'topic' for the evening."

"I know it's rude to eavesdrop," I continued hurriedly before she could
get started again "but I couldn't help it. You see, you and your
husband are having much the same conversation my wife and I had just a
couple of years ago...." Den's husband was looking at me with sharp
interest, and I could see her eyes soften again as she realized I
wasn't a threat. I looked down for a second, which placed the
manuscript under my gaze, so I closed it and put it on the table beside
me. Looking back at them I said, "Hopefully you can understand better
than Andy could. Hopefully you can be more accepting of how your
husband feels than she could." I shifted a bit more, turning about as
far in the booth as possible to face them. Sighing, I continued, "You
see, she divorced me shortly after that talk we had. I couldn't find
the words to explain my feelings well enough so she could understand.
Since then, I've talked to a lot of people and been to a lot of
websites and found how to explain those feelings now. Maybe, if we talk
a bit, we can keep your marriage from falling apart. Maybe, if things
go well, we can satisfy a fantasy, or even create some new ones."

I could see they were taken aback by my approach, but given the
circumstances, I could understand. I figured I'd better back off and
give them some space. "Tell you what," I said, picking up my work and
scooting out of the booth. "I'm in room 618. If you want to hear my
story, and if you want to understand your husband better, come talk to
me. I'm in town for a signing, and will be here for a few days. Please,
stop by tomorrow evening. I'll be there." At that point, I turned and
walked away.

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Accept Limitations

I was riding the elevator back to my suite, my mind racing. Old,
painful memories from the past came boiling up in my mind. Doubts about
why I'd stepped into the situation between Den and Tom mixed with the
memories to confuse me even more. But, the calmness of the words and
lessons I'd come to understand began to make order from the chaos. By
the time I'd gotten back to my suite, I knew why I'd intervened and why
I wanted this young couple to succeed.

I didn't know if they would come find me, but I really hoped they
would. I knew if someone had made me an offer like that three years
ago, back when Andy -- Andrea -- and I were still together and I'd
begun to talk about wife sharing, I'd have jumped at the chance.

Unbidden, images from a happier time for us came into my mind, causing
me to smile ruefully. Images of Andy and the good times we had. She was
definitely a sexy gal. Still is. Blonde, blue sparkling eyes, a
naturally slim and trim body that golf and working in the flower garden
had made tan and lithe. Legs for miles and a smile that I loved to see
in the mornings. Or at night.

Any time at all. I'd be writing in the study, and would stop so I could
watch her through the window as she worked in the flowers. Just so I
could see the sun highlight her hair. See her shorts pulled taut over
her sexy behind. See the light sheen of sweat on her arms and legs.
Watch her face brighten with that amazing smile when she'd catch me.

My musings finally caught up to the fateful time when I first brought
up the subject.

One afternoon after a fairly productive morning, I'd stopped to stretch
and think through a scene. I walked to the window to look at Andy's
garden and saw her working away in the flowers. She looked beautiful
out there among the roses and philodendrons, the peonies and daises.
Mother nature dressed in a red midriff shirt and tight blue jean
shorts. She caught me looking, as she usually did, and wiggled her
behind at me. I grabbed my crotch (rude, I know, but she always laughed
when I did it). She laughed that time too, and then did the "come here"
thing with her finger. I smiled and made typing motions, but she shook
her head and motioned me to come out. I nodded and went out the doors
to the balcony to join her.

I looked over at the neighbor's house and saw a guy cleaning the pool.
I couldn't tell for sure, but from the balcony, he looked to be either
Hispanic or Latino. We have a wrought iron fence between our
properties. When it's grown up with vines and ivy, the fence makes a
pretty good privacy barrier, but there was a clear view of our
neighbor's property from the balcony. I'd often watched some of the
antics their son and his friends pulled in that pool.

As I stepped down to the garden, I asked Andy "Now just what is sooo
important that I have to come all the way out here?"

"Well," she started, taking off her dirty gloves and dropping them on
the ground beside her, "I thought you may want to take a look at
something interesting."

I took a 'patient' pose, cupping my chin with my hand and asking, "Oh?
What would that be?"

"Just this," she grinned, pulling off her cropped t-shirt with one
quick motion, her breasts bouncing a little as she did.

Matching her grin, I reached out and fondled them, loving the warmth
and smoothness of her skin. I said, still running my hands over warm,
soft flesh, "Oh, yessss. Very interesting! I like these a lot, but what
are these things?" I teased, tweaking her nipples.

She responded, giggling, "Magic buttons! They get bigger as you play
with them."

"Really?" I asked, grinning, "I've got something that gets bigger as
you play with it too. Wanna see it?"

"Mmmmhmmm," she murmured, reaching down and rubbing the front of my
pants. Kneeling down on the brick path, she unzipped my fly so she
could get at my cock, taking me deep into her mouth as soon as it was
freed. Working on me for just a couple of moments, her mouth sucking me
hard as she moved her head around, she had me hard as a rock. She deep
throated me and held it, her eyes looking at mine as she hit bottom,
then she slowly sucked her way back to the head. Biting lightly to kill
the orgasm she knew she'd almost caused, she stopped and announced,
"I'm a cupcake."

I grinned at the Alice in Wonderland reference and replied, "I'll be
happy to eat you, little girl."

She grinned back and stood up, snapping the button of her shorts loose
as she did. Stepping out of them, she walked to a flat concrete bench
just a few feet away and sat back on it, spreading her legs and putting
her feet on the bench. "So, come on, Mad Hatter. Let's have a tea
party."

I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and removed my
pants. "Cool! Let's PARTY!" I grinned, doing my worst John Travolta
disco bop. I sat down on the warm bricks and leaned my face into her
pussy, inhaling her musky scent. I "Mmmmm'ed" then leaned closer to lap
at her already wet slit. As I started licking around the lips, and then
tracing the outline of her vulva with my tongue, she started to squirm.
I dipped into her slit, tasting her salty muskiness, then licked upward
to her clit. She was really hot that day because as soon as my tongue
touched her clit, she gasped and moaned loudly.

Pressing my advantage, I reached up and fondled her breasts, then moved
my hands down to hold her open so I could probe deeper with my tongue.

Alternating that action with attention to her clit soon had her moaning
almost constantly. After a few more moments, I was rewarded for my
efforts when she came. Her pussy spasmed under my tongue and her juices
were flowed freely, leaving a wet spot on the concrete bench.

Sighing softly as her orgasm passed, she turned to the side and lay
down on the bench, her pert nipples sticking up in the warm breeze. I
grinned, and then walked around to her head. Kneeling down at the head
of the bench, I grazed her face with my somewhat softened cock. She
grinned and opened her mouth, so I took the opportunity to place the
head of my dick in it. She slid back so I could move back and forth in
her mouth without having to half stand to do it. I started rocking back
and forth a little, loving the view of my cock disappearing into her
mouth, then back out again.

Over near the fence, I heard a noise that sounded like a squirrel in
the brush. I glanced that direction, but didn't see anything until I
heard the sound and glanced over again. The guy that had been cleaning
the pool next door was watching us through the fence! Turning my head
the opposite direction, then back to where I was softly face-fucking
Andy, I thought quickly about what to do.

I decided not to do anything at the moment and let the man enjoy his
voyeurism. Andy sometimes enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism and had
flashed me several times in stores and in the parks and had even let me
expose her a bit while we were in restaurants or while dancing. But
there were times when she hated being seen naked. I was hoping since
she'd initiated sex outside that she was in one of her 'show-off'
moods, because right now she was showing off whether she wanted to or
not.

My cock certainly knew what it wanted to do. Catching the guy peeping
at us had caused it to become rock hard, and it was ready to go to
work! I popped out of her mouth, walked around to kneel on the bench
and popped back into her pussy. She gasped, then wrapped her legs
around my back as I started fucking into her, my strokes alternating
between long, slow strokes and short, hard ones.

"MMMmmm! Baby!" she said after only a couple of moments. "Oh, yes. Fuck
me..." I obliged, starting into a long series of the short, hard
thrusts to which I knew she'd respond. "You love getting fucked, don't
you, babe," I asked. "MMMmmhmmm!" she moaned.

Still pumping away I continued, "You love a cock in your tight pussy,
right?"

"Ohh, yesssss," she hissed.

"You love knowing guys want to stick their dicks into you, don't you?"
I growled. She started rolling her head back and forth as she felt her
orgasm begin to build "Ummmmmmmmm!" was all she could say.

I began alternating words between quick, short strokes. "Big" stroke
"hard" stroke "dicks" stroke "fucking" stroke "your" stroke "hot"
stroke "wet" stroke "cunt!" stroke.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh!" she grunted then. "Ohhhhh!!!!!!" she cried, her orgasm
starting when I said the word "cunt". Her legs clamped hard on my ass,
pulling my dick as deep as it would go into her, the walls of her pussy
grabbing my cock and pulling me in even harder.

I continued to stroke in and out of her pussy, but with long, easy
strokes after she stopped cumming. She relaxed her legs, and sighed,
reaching her arms over her head as she let the tension flow from her
body.

"You like that, don't you" I asked, grinning.

She grinned back. "No. Not a bit." Then she laughed. She knew it was a
favorite fantasy of mine, although we'd never seriously discussed it.
I'd talked about how she liked other dicks for years, and had even
talked to her about it a couple of times, but she'd never taken me
seriously.

I pulled out and instructed, "Ride me."

Grinning, she stood up while I sat down on the bench. She started to
mount facing me, but I turned her around so she faced the fence... and
our voyeur. I could see him and, from the way the vines were moving, he
was jacking off watching us.

She settled onto my cock, and then started moving up and down on it. I
leaned back a bit, letting her squat up and down for a bit and then
suggested that she'd be more comfortable if she'd sit on me. I scooted
back on the bench. We got arranged, which left her legs spread widely,
her upper body leaning back on her arms and my chest. This way, she was
lewdly on display, my cock easily visible in her pussy to the pool
man's gaze. This position let her ride me easier, and I could rise up
and meet her thrusts. She started panting, short sharp gasps and the
exertion and the sensations of riding my cock began to have their
combined effects. I leaned forward more so she was literally sitting on
my lap with my cock buried inside her. This left her without having to
support her upper body, and only having to move up and down just a bit
to meet my upward rising cock. Over and over again we moved this way,
my cock glistening with her juices in the afternoon sun.

I could feel her starting to tremble, and could feel my own orgasm
building in my balls. I started to taunt her again. "Big dicks get you
wet, don't they?"

She "Mmmmm'ed" a reply as she rode me faster.

"You like showing off for guys so they can see your horny cunt being
fucked." I growled.

"Oh, Godddd," she moaned, her trembling more pronounced.

"You'd love to know someone was seeing me fuck your pussy now, wouldn't
you?" I asked, a deep husky tone in my voice.

She started hammering hard onto my lap as I shoved upward into her.
"Yesssssss!" she hissed, her shaking even more pronounced.

Just as her orgasm started, I told her, "Look at the fence. Over by the
begonias."

Her eyes popped open as she saw the man watching her cumming on my
cock. She let out a little squeal as the orgasm peaked and her
realization that she was being fucked as someone else watched hit at
the same time. Her body shoved itself down hard in my lap, causing me
to cum into her fiery inferno of a pussy, blast after blast of my cum
pouring into her.

Trying to scramble up, I reached around and held her in place as my own
orgasm slammed its way through my system and out my dick. I laid my
head on her sweat-covered back as I started to relax. She felt my arms
loosen, stood up and walked quickly to the house. I retrieved our
clothing and followed her. I'd barely walked in the door and laid the
clothes on a table when she turned around and slapped me.

Oh, she was mad! Why hadn't I told her that guy was watching? I tried
to explain about the fantasies involving her and how he'd just happened
to be there. How I thought she wouldn't mind since she'd exposed
herself before. How I enjoyed the exposure. How much I'd love to turn
the horny talk of other guys into something more real.

I tried to find the words to tell her how turned on I felt knowing
another man was seeing her -- enjoying her sexy beauty -- as only I had
before. Then I did something that to this day I regret. I told her that
the only thing that would have made the whole incident even better was
if I could have watched that voyeur pleasuring her as I had. Instead of
paying heed to the clues and stopping like any sensible man, I kept
babbling about how I knew that a woman can last much longer than any
one man and how I wanted her to experience her sexuality to the fullest
-- being completely and thoroughly satisfied. I guess, looking back, it
wasn't a big surprise when she then really began laying into me,
telling me that I was insensitive, a bastard, a macho asshole, and
other names which I have conveniently erased from my memory.

After that I never could find the right words to say about anything.
Frustration led to arguments and arguments usually meant somebody left
the house. We'd shared some good years together, shared many happy
times. In spite of this, the troubles and misunderstandings had taken
their deadly toll on our relationship. The last time she left without
saying a word, and I haven't talked to her since. I suppose she felt
she had to do things that way so she could find a new perspective and
until she was ready to talk. Anything I had to say would only make
matters worse.

It took a bit of time, a lot of study and some hard thinking but I
reached the point where I was comfortable with what I'd learned. I felt
I was finally able to make sense of what I'd done wrong. I was hoping
that Andy was sorting through the events too and sometime in the future
we could sit down and resolve things. I hoped that she'd realize we had
both made mistakes and could come to a point to where we would forgive
each other. At least talk so we could work things out. Whether we are
ever able to now is totally up to her.

"Ah, such is life.... " I sighed to myself as I came back to the
present. I didn't want what happened to Andy and me to happen to Den
and Tom because I knew the pain could be prevented. It may or may not
be too late for Andy and me, but with the lessons I'd learned I could
try to help Den and Tom communicate with each other. I could mediate so
they could better understand their own feelings and the other's
feelings as well. Maybe, with any luck, I could guide things to a happy
ending for them. I knew I wanted to try.

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Learn and Grow

The rest of the evening passed, as it normally would have, either with
writing or re-reading a finished work, editing it to make it better.
Then the next day was full of people wanting their book signed. People
praising me because I could put 10 words in a row and give them
something in a book worth reading. In a way, I always enjoy book
signings because it lets me talk to my readers. Lets me see who is
really buying my books, and with a couple of quick questions I can tell
if they've actually read one of them or not. Maybe a little bit of an
ego thing, but I like to think I touch people when I write. Letters and
emails are nice to get. Any kind of validation makes me feel I'm doing
my job, but seeing the faces, shaking the hands, listening to the
voices makes it real.

Done at three, then a quick meeting with my agent wanting to know the
status of my next magnum opus (the manuscript I had with me in the
lounge). I gave it to him, telling him that I was done with the re-read
and it was ready to go to the publisher for editing, which brought a
smile to his face. (Agents are easy to please. Give them something to
sell so they can collect their percentage and they're happy campers.)
We set up an itinerary for my next series of book signings, starting in
another city in a few days. Then back to the hotel for dinner.

After freshening up in my suite, I walked into the restaurant around
6:30. It was a nice one too, for a hotel. Linen tablecloths and waiters
dressed in tuxes amid the low buzz of voices and a muted clink of
silver flatware. But then, my publisher wouldn't let me starve. I was
worth too much to them. I stood at the door for a moment to see if it
was busy and was pleased when I noticed Den and Tom sitting at a fairly
prominent table. They were looking at me. Actually they must have been
watching the entrance. I smiled to them and nodded. Tom stood and
motioned for me to come to their table, so I did.

"Thank you for coming over," Tom said. "We've talked a lot since last
night and although 'Nissa is still not really for it, she did agree to
at least let you talk to us."

"That's great," I said. "Would you be my guests for dinner? I've not
eaten yet and I skipped lunch."

Tom looked hesitant, so I looked at Den. "Please?" I begged. "I rarely
have company for dinner that isn't business. Just good food, good wine
and good conversation. We've got plenty of time to talk about 'that'
topic." I held my hand out to her, "Come. Dine with me." She smiled
finally, cute dimples at the corners of her mouth as she did. "Sure,"
she said and took my hand. I caught the eye of the maitre d and held up
three fingers. He glided across the room and escorted us to a round
booth off to the side. I moved to allow Den to slide into the booth,
and Tom to sit beside her. I sat down at the other end, which placed
Den between Tom and me in the booth. Leon handed us menus and asked if
we wanted drinks. I looked to Tom and noted he had a bit of a puzzled
expression on his face. I asked him, "What's wrong, Tom?" He looked a
little embarrassed and said. "Um, I'm not much of a drinker. Usually
just some beer on occasion, but...." I held up my hand. "Tom, look.
It's just us chickens here. Order what you want. Be comfortable." He
looked relieved but still a bit uncomfortable. "Well," he started, "we
came here to try some new things -- to experience things we can't get
or do at home." "Ok, then," I replied, "let me order drinks for you."
Tom looked at Den, and she nodded imperceptibly. Tom said, "Sure.
Nothing out of this world though." I grinned and told Leon to get him a
Tom Collins, for her, a gin and tonic with a twist, and my usual. Leon
bowed slightly and moved off. "So, you are tourists in this great
city?" I asked Den.

She hesitated a second as if she were afraid to talk to me, then said,
"Yeah. We're from a small town in North Carolina and this is the first
time we've really been able to afford to do this."

I nodded, leaning back so a waiter could serve our drinks. "It can be
expensive here. I used to wonder how people made ends meet here. Then I
asked what the salaries are here and understood. It may cost twice as
much to live here, but the money is twice as good too, so it all
balances out." I sipped my drink (ginger ale, as I don't drink alcohol
any longer) and watched as Den sipped her gin and tonic. She screwed up
her nose like she wasn't sure what she'd gotten into, then looked up
and saw the slight grin on my face, and took another sip. Tom sipped
his TC and I could tell he wasn't really fond of it.

"How is it, Den?" I asked.

"Different," she replied. "I'm not sure I like it."

That was honest. Good. "Want to try something else?" I asked.

Tom replied, "'Nis, let's swap." They changed drinks and sipped. Tom
looked much happier, and Den's eyes widened, as she tasted the Tom
Collins. She took a slightly larger drink and said, "That's good!"

I grinned wryly "Well, I was close. Right drinks, wrong people." They
laughed a bit. I could tell they were finally getting comfortable. The
rest of dinner was just as I'd promised. Good food. Tom had a steak,
and Den had pheasant while I enjoyed blackened whitefish. Dessert was a
chocolate mousse you could immerse yourself in, and the conversation
was light and airy. I asked some questions about North Carolina, having
never been there, and we talked about the city, what they'd seen, what
I thought they may want to see while in town.

When dessert was served, I asked Den about her plethora of names. "What
~is~ your name?" I asked. "I've heard Tom call you 'Den', 'Nis' and
'Nissa', and I'm not really sure which I'm supposed to use."

She smiled (those dimples again!) "My name is actually Denissa. I tell
people my parents actually wanted a boy and had Dennis already picked
out." Her brown eyes sparkled as she said that. "Actually, I've got an
uncle named Dennis, and they wanted to honor him. You can call me Den
or 'Nissa, whichever you like best"

I smiled back, "That's a great story. I think I like 'Nissa best."

A bit more conversation, then I asked "Are we ready to adjourn?" 'Nissa
and Tom glanced at each other, asking unspoken questions. Then 'Nissa
dropped her eyes in a sign of resignation. "Come on," I said to her
gently. "We're just going to talk. Nothing else. No promises, no debts
owed. " She nodded and made motions to get out of the booth.

Tom asked as we were leaving, "Don't we need to pay somewhere?" I said,
as we crossed the lobby to the elevators, "No. Leon knows to charge it
to my room. Besides, I told you it was my treat, and the conversation
and company was well worth the price of a dinner."

As the elevator was going up, I took an opportunity to look closely at
Tom and 'Nissa. Both were nicely dressed, but I could tell from the cut
of his coat it was a few years old. Her dress, while nice enough, was
rather conservative as it came down just below her knees and her shoes
were simple flats. She was wearing a white blouse, which revealed in
its shadows a white, basic bra. Nothing fancy, no frills. Just basics.
I think my appraisal of her was a bit too close as 'Nissa caught me
looking. She gave me back a tentative smile, and I smiled warmly back
to reassure her. Keeping them at ease and comfortable was important for
this process to work. Communication was the key, and in order for
communication to work, everybody had to be listening. And talking.

The doors to the elevator stopped, and we exited. The sixth floor
starts the "ritzy" section of this particular hotel, and I had a
medium-sized suite provided by my publisher. Having number one books
does have its perks. Running the keycard through the slot, I opened the
door for them, letting them walk into the living room first. Two
bedrooms and a large living area, a full bar (never gets used by me
except for sodas in the fridge), comfortable furniture, large
TV/theater setup (also rarely used by me) and the one thing I really
liked about being in 618.

"Oh, how lovely!" were 'Nissa's first words on seeing the view of the
city. The sun had gone down and the lights of the city were shining
bright, sparkling like multicolored stars in the blackness. Tom wasn't
quite as impressed by the 'splash' of the skyline, but his interest in
the room itself did impress him. I could see him studying the furniture
and saw his eyes widen a bit as he recognized the quality of the work.

"Please, have a seat," I urged, gesturing toward the couch. "Would you
like a drink?"

Tom took off his jacket, draping it over the arm of the couch and said,
"I'd like another of those gin and tonics. I've never tasted anything
quite like it. Reminds me of pine trees and a cold drink of water in
the woods."

'Nissa was still standing at the window but turned and said she wanted
another Tom Collins. I walked over to the bar to see if I could
remember how to make a TC while looking for glasses and mixers.

"You'll have to forgive me," I said, mixing the gin and tonic for Tom.
"I've not messed with mixing drinks in a long time, so if it tastes a
little funny, its because I've forgotten how to make it right."

Finishing up the TC, I handed out the drinks and moved back behind the
bar to pour myself a coke. Besides, everyone can relate to the
'bartender as therapist' routine. I flipped on the stereo to a soft
music station, little more than Muzak, but something to fill the
background. I walked back to the living room and said, "Well, there's
no easy way to approach this. I mean wife-sharing isn't your average
topic of conversation." Tom looked a bit uncomfortable, and 'Nissa was
still absorbed with the cityscape before her, but her arms were folded
in front of her. She was listening, but was defensive.

I walked to where she was standing "I know what you're thinking. You
took vows when you were married to be only with each other. Only each
other, until death do you part. But now, Tom's telling you its ok to
change the rules." She lowered her eyes, a hint of blush touching her
cheeks at my words. "Hey," I said. She took a second, but finally
looked at me. "It 's ok. The only rules we have in life are ones that
pertain to our happiness. You being happy and Tom being happy are what
count. Not how happy your kids are, not what your neighbors are doing
or thinking. Those do make a difference. But, when all is said and
done, you and he will be spending the rest of your lives together.
Knowing you've lived everything you wanted to live in your life makes
the biggest difference when you're old and all you have are memories
and each other." She'd turned to face me as I was talking to her, so I
put my hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the couch. She moved
to it and sat down.

As she settled in, I told them my story. Went over all the events that
Andy and me went through, all the way until today. Or, at least to the
point it made sense to talk about. While I was talking, I noticed
'Nissa sat close to Tom, but not THAT close. And Tom wasn't much
better. He was looking around the room, but I could tell he was just
plain nervous. Both were in 'company posture', not comfortable posture.
I took a very obvious drink of my coke, reminding both of them that
they had beverages, then changed the conversation a bit to ease them
back into the flow. About twenty minutes later, I'd learned that Tom
was in the furniture business, but as a maker of furniture, not in
sales. 'Nissa had spent a lot of years at home raising the kids, doing
the housework, etc., but had started back to work as a part-time
secretary for an auto detailing business when the kids had started high
school and were getting old enough to take some responsibility for
themselves. Work and home life had been pretty much normal until just
recently.

"What happened to change that?" I asked. 'Nissa looked at Tom nervously
and took a long pull at her drink. "Um," she murmured, not really
knowing how to say what was on her mind. Finally, she blurted, "My boss
made a pass at me one day. He'd been flirting with me off and on the
whole time I'd been working there, but he caught me in the storeroom
off guard one day and..." She trailed off, the flush on her face
plainly showing her embarrassment at sharing something so personal with
someone she barely knew.

"And he went a bit farther than you wanted him to," I finished for her.
She nodded, a little relieved not to have revealed the details. "So,
did she tell you?" I asked, turning to Tom.

He nodded saying, "When she came home, she was a wreck. He'd pinned her
in a corner and felt her up some and kissed her. At first, I was
angry."

"Wait a sec, Tom. I want to hear that, but first, 'Nissa?" She looked
at me. "How did you feel about him touching you? About him kissing
you?"

Blushing furiously, she stammered a bit trying to come up with
something to say and I stopped her. "Shh-h-h." She stopped. "Look at
me." she looked up and met my eyes. "If this is to work, you have to be
~honest~ about your feelings. Completely. We're all adults here. We
know there are some difficult things to talk about, so just lay the
cards on the table." Biting her lower lip, she looked down, but nodded.

"Ok, look at me again," I said, meeting her eyes as she looked back up.
"How did he make you feel?"

Sucking in a long breath, she finally whispered, almost inaudibly,
"Hot." "Hot?" I asked. She nodded. "Hot. Melting. His hands were fire
on my skin and his lips were like lava on mine." I could see in her
eyes she was reliving the experience in her mind.

I looked back to Tom. "Now. You were saying something about....."

"About being angry at first," he continued, "but, as she was telling me
about Hank touching her breasts, about him running his hand between her
legs and about him kissing her, the harder I got."

"As in an erection?" I prompted. He nodded, "I'd heard about how some
guys really got off on watching their wives have sex with other men,
but I'd never though I would be one of those men until that moment."
Picking up his glass, he drained about half of his drink. "Now, it's
all I can think about. In my mind, I see her in that storeroom. I see
Hank feeling her -- but my mind goes further..."

"Have you told 'Nissa about where the fantasy takes you?" I asked.

"I've told her some of it," he replied.

I looked at the object of the fantasy. She was holding onto the empty
glass for dear life, so I stood and took it from her. "What does he
fantasize about? What has he told you?" I asked as I walked to the bar
to make her another drink.

"He... he... um... told me that he fantasized about Hank lifting up my
shirt. About how Hank runs his hands down my breasts and stomach and
back up then unhooks my bra. Then, about Hank unsnapping my jeans and
... feeling me...." Words made their way hesitantly out of her mouth,
but they were still coming. Her voice quavered as she said "He
fantasizes about Hank pulling my jeans off, and my panties, then
kneeling on the floor and... Um... licking me...."

I handed her the freshened drink and reached for Tom's glass. "How does
that make you feel?"

"Confused," she admitted. "I get wet thinking about it, but I know its
wrong. I know it could cause problems at work and in our hometown if it
were found out." Words weren't a problem now. She knew what she wanted
to say. "Not only that, but it makes me feel dirty in a way, because
its all about the ~sex~. Just the animal act of lust."

From behind the bar I said, "And you've been told all your life that
lust and 'just sex' were bad things." She nodded at that statement.

I finished making his drink and got another coke from the bar fridge. I
walked back to where they were sitting and handed Tom the gin and
tonic. I caught her eye and asked, "Do you love Tom?"

She was puzzled for a second, then nodded assent. "I mean, REALLY love
Tom? Not just 'He's a good man and a good provider' kind of love, but
the kind where you can't wait for him to get home just so you can be
near him?" She nodded again, tears starting to form at the corners of
her eyes.

"Tom," I asked, "do you love her that way?" He said, eyes shining
brightly.

"Yes! Definitely. I've turned away work and made clients mad because I
just wanted to be home with her. She's my life and my love. Without
her, nothing means anything."

(Let it be said that men ARE more emotional than women. We just hide
our feelings under macho bluster and braggadocio. Once you get to our
core, all men just want love and acceptance from our mates. We want the
ladies to want us just as badly as we want them.)

I sat back down and took time pouring my coke to let that sink in.
Heavy emotion is best taken in small doses, lest one or more of the
people involved become crushed by its weight. And, I knew there was
more heavy emotion to come.

"Ok. So we know that you two love each other and that it's a healthy
love," I said. They looked at each other and I could see them exchange
glances and little smiles. Unbeknownst to them, they both moved toward
each other on the couch, becoming closer physically, so instead of each
being almost at either end of the couch, they were almost at the
middle. Closer, but not touching yet.

I smiled to myself seeing them unconsciously coming together. It was a
good sign that things were working. "What you have to realize now is
that your relationship is strong. Tom, you have to realize that you are
'Nissa's most important person, and 'Nissa, you have to realize that
you are Tom's. I've not known you long, but from the actions you showed
at dinner, the words you've spoken here tonight, it is obvious to me
that this is true." I leaned forward, making sure I had their full
attention. "What you have to know is that it IS true in your hearts." I
saw Tom reach over and take 'Nissa's hand and was glad to see her
squeeze his in return. "You have to know that instinctively. Know it
just like you know how to breathe. Just like your heart knows how to
beat. Know that its automatic and that it won't change."

I settled back in my chair for a moment to let those thoughts sink in a
little. Then I stood up. "Now, it's getting late. I know 10:30 isn't
THAT late, but we've been over a lot of stuff the last couple hours.
What I want you to do is go to your room and spend the time from now
until you go to sleep talking about how you feel about each other.
Don't talk about Hank or money or even turn on the TV. Just talk.
Touch. Cuddle. Wherever that takes you. Revel in each other and the
love you share. That's important. That is a gift."

They stood, still hand in hand, both a bit bright-eyed with the
rediscovery of the power of their own love. I escorted them to the
door, and just as they stepped outside the suite, 'Nissa leaned back in
and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, the scent of her perfume just
enough to remind me of other times and other places. I smiled and
rubbed her shoulder, then said, "Now go. Enjoy the love, enjoy each
other and sleep well. Call me when you are up and about tomorrow. We've
got a lot to do." I watched as they walked to the elevator, arms around
each other. As in love now as they were when they were first married.

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Build on the Lessons

Holding Denissa close while waiting for the elevator, Tom realized just
how true his words had been. He was a lucky, lucky man to have found
and married a woman like her. When the elevator doors opened, they
walked in and Tom pressed the button for the second floor. Denissa
turned into his arms and hugged him close.

He leaned his head forward and kissed the top of her head, enjoying the
clean smell of her hair and the slight musk of her perfume. He felt the
muscles of her jaw tighten as she smiled into his chest. Just holding
her close like this was a treat. One he enjoyed every day when he got
home and was the main reason he hated to be late for any reason.

The elevator doors opened, breaking the mood of the hug, but not the
mood created by the evening. Walking to their room hand in hand, they
were both thinking about the words spoken upstairs. Telling someone
else about the fantasy of being with another person -- especially the
feelings behind the fantasy -- had created a massive sexual charge,
which was only enhanced by the love they shared. The tension between
them seemed to grow stronger with each step they took toward their
room. Finally coming to the door to their room, Tom let go of her hand
long enough to get the key out of his pocket and unlock the door, but
once inside, Denissa pulled Tom to her and kissed him heatedly. The
passion of the evening, the excruciating pressure of the conversation
upstairs, everything came together at once. Thanks to button-up shirts
and zippers and snaps, their kiss wasn't broken except for more than a
couple of seconds until it was resumed, more passionately, if possible,
than before. In less than a minute, they were skin to skin, hands
roaming over bodies, his on her back, then to her ass, one hand moving
around to cup her breast and work her nipple with his thumb. Her hands
were just as insistent, trying to touch all of him in their fluttering,
flying grasp. Hands on the back of his head, making the kiss tighter,
one on his chest, feeling the light mat of hair there, moving down his
stomach to grasp his hardened cock, her touch sending a bolt of
electricity through them both.

Through the kiss, Tom whispered to her, "Bed?" She moaned as his hand
touched her sopping pussy and whispered back to him, "No. Here. Now!"
With that, Tom picked her up. She opened her legs in the air and
brought them around his back and Tom settled her onto his cock. Denissa
moaned loudly as his cock sank all the way in, and their pubic bones
bumped, jarring her clit. Her arms moved around his neck, pressing her
breasts into his chest, her hard nipples held tight to his as they
moved. Working on furniture and carrying tools and wood had made Tom
into a strong man. His muscles didn't bulge like some pro wrestler, but
they were wiry and powerful. He used those muscles to the fullest,
lifting her up, then down again her wetness glistening on his cock in
the dim light of the room. Again and again, he lifted her. Each time
she settled onto him, a gasp or a moan escaped her lips as if forced
out by the intensity of their lovemaking. But even the strongest of men
tires, so Tom walked to the nearest wall and allowed Denissa to lie
back against the coolness of the wallpaper. She reached back and braced
her hands on the wall, getting extra support from the molding that
divided the wooden lower wall from the wallpapered top. This gave him
better leverage, and he resumed the in and out motion they'd started.
Tom moved his hands to her hips, and Denissa pulled him into her time
and time again with her legs, the musk of her scent powerful in the
small foyer.

Suddenly, she squealed, inhaling a large gasp of air as her orgasm hit.
Tom moved his hands under her back to keep her from falling, which
slammed his cock to the hilt into her pussy, making the orgasm that
much more intense. Her pussy convulsed hard several times, and unable
to stand the sensation of her vagina pulsing on his cock, and the
beautiful expression on her face in the throes of orgasm, Tom started
cumming as well. He held her tight to him as streams of cum blasted
from his cock, only to be stopped by the back wall of her pussy, which
was still clamping repeatedly on his shaft.

Finally, the sensations subsided, leaving them tingling and excited,
but momentarily drained. Tom leaned Denissa against the wall, and then
leaned into her. Her arms came around; holding him close while their
breathing slowed somewhere close to normal.

She kissed his cheek and said, "Oh, Tom. I love you so much! That was
wonderful." Tom moved his lips to hers and said, "I love you too,
darling. Nothing in this world means as much to me as you do."

She hugged him close for a moment, and then whispered in his ear, "Let
me down. I gotta go pee!"

Grinning, Tom lifted her up off his softer, but still erect cock, and
said, "Hurry back! I'm not through with you yet!"

Padding through the bedroom to the bathroom, Denissa delighted in the
different sensations of the wood floor, to the carpet, then the ice-
cold tile against her bare feet. Sex always did that to her. Heightened
the sensations. Made her feel more ~alive~! As she sat and urinated,
she could feel his cum dripping from her, and could still feel the glow
the orgasm had caused deep inside her. She finished and wiped,
quivering a bit as the pad of toilet paper bumped her clit, sending
another erotic charge through her body. She leaned her head back and
ran her hands over her body, remembering Tom's touch from just a few
minutes ago. Her fingers found her nipples which she pinched lightly,
while her other hand found her slit, which she proceeded to finger. Her
mind wandered through the lovemaking she and Tom had just shared, but
there was also something else there...what was it? A slight frown
crossed her face as she fondled herself, then eased away as she
realized that the 'something else' was when Hank had pinned her against
the wall in the storeroom. Her hand clasped her breast the way Hank's
had. Firm. Hard. She fingered herself more intensely, rubbing her clit
back and forth.. Around and around. She started moaning as her memory
of Hank's hands and the visions of her husband's fantasy danced behind
her eyes. She saw Hank's raw energy as his hand popped the button of
her jeans and the memory of how tight his hand was pressed into her
pussy. Hank's fingers pinching her nipple through her bra. The hotness
and intensity of Hank's kiss. Her husband's descriptions of how he
could see Hank exposing her. Of Hank pushing her down on her knees. All
of it was in her mind as if were happening at that very moment.

Without warning, her second orgasm hit. She was cumming HARD! And she
never came a second time that quickly from making love with Tom. Her
breathing came in short, ragged gasps as the pulsations of the orgasm
forced the air from her lungs time and time again. But, as quick as it
had arrived, the orgasm subsided, leaving her limp, still seated on the
toilet.

She slowly raised her head and opened her eyes. Tom was leaning against
the door of the bathroom watching her, a slight smile on his face and
lust in his eyes. "Having fun?" he asked.

Smiling ruefully, she said, "Um... it just kinda happened." She didn't
really want to tell Tom she was fantasizing about Hank. Her guilt and
fear about the incident wasn't over yet.

"Well," Tom said, walking into the bathroom, his newly hard cock
leading the way, "Let's see if we can 'kinda' make it happen again!" He
scooped her up from the commode and carried her into the bedroom,
laying her sideways on the bed, her head on the edge.

He moved around, placing his cock near her face, then spreading her
legs open so he could take the opportunity to move his face into her
pussy. "Tom, no! You just came in me," she said, leaning her head up to
look at him.

He looked back between his arms for a second, his eyes meeting hers. He
grinned and replied "So?" and then leaned down so his tongue could
begin its quest for another orgasm for her. She laid her head back,
sighing as Tom's tongue started feeling real good with all the places
it was touching. She positioned Tom so she could suck on his cock while
he ate her out. As his cock head slipped into her mouth, her mind
wandered back into that storeroom where Hank was still waiting.

Tom had described one fantasy where Hank had started removing her
clothes, but Denissa's mind took the fantasy several steps further. She
picked up her version of the fantasy where Hank had already pulled her
shirt and bra off, stripped her jeans and panties off, and had made her
lie back on a bunch of cardboard boxes filled with rags and cleaning
supplies. Hank had then yanked her legs apart, looking lustfully at her
lightly furred cunt. Then he brushed her lips with his rock hard dick
as a hint. He bumped her closed mouth three or four times, then reached
up with his hand and had pulled on her pussy hair firmly so she would
get the idea to open up. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and Hank
drove his cock in as far as her unprepared mouth would take it as he
leaned forward and started licking hungrily at her cunt. Meanwhile,
back in the real world, Denissa had reached up and pulled on Tom's ass
hard, which caused his cock to jam deep in her mouth, her throat
opening slightly to accommodate his girth. Tom took the hint, and
started a fucking motion in her mouth, going deeper until his cock was
as far in her mouth as it had been in her pussy not twenty minutes
earlier.

Tom's fucking motion translated into Hank's fucking motion in Denissa's
mind, Tom's mild roughness magnified in the fantasy threefold as Hank's
cock forced its way deeper and deeper into Denissa's mouth. The licks
of Tom's tongue became Hank's insistent biting and sucking on her slit,
Tom's gentle exploration of her pussy morphed into Hank's pulling and
probing fingers digging at her cunt.

Her hands grasped Tom's ass tightly as her orgasm built up. As Tom's
tongue swirled around and around her clit, the orgasm started to peak.
Just as it hit, Denissa pulled Tom's ass hard, making his cock spear
into her mouth, and holding it there as she moaned around it, her body
shaking as she came again.

Her mind was telling her that Hank had slammed his cock into her mouth,
forcing it into her throat as his tongue and fingers had succeeded in
wringing a massive orgasm from her resistant loins, her orgasm
intensified by the fantasy lover in her mind. Slowly, slowly the orgasm
subsided, while the images of Hank still flickered in and out of her
thoughts.

Pulling his dick from her mouth, Tom turned around to face Denissa. He
loved the look on her face. The slight glazing of the eyes, the tinge
of a flush on her cheeks and the tops of her breasts, this was what Tom
loved most about their lovemaking. Pleasuring her. Pleasing her. Making
her feel good. Kneeling between her legs, Tom brushed the head of his
cock against Denissa's slit, the head becoming even wetter with her
juices. He laid his cock on her slit, slowly drawing it back until the
head laid on the opening to her vagina. When he leaned forward, the
head slipped in.... The sensation of Tom's cock entering her pussy sent
Denissa back into fantasyland where Hank was pushing his dick into her
tight cunt. She arched her back, causing Hank's cock to drive all the
way in, his weight pinning her to the cardboard boxes in the storeroom.
"Oh, God!" Denissa cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Tom started pumping into her harder, then even harder as her hands
moved down his back, pulling on him insistently. He had fucked her who
knows how many times over the years they'd been married, but never as
hard as this. Her hands and moans drove him to pound into her, the
slapping sound of his balls and the squish of her wetness loud in the
room.

Denissa moaned loudly as Hank's cock battered at her pussy, his hard
dick slamming in and out of her cunt like a hammer-drill. The pile of
cardboard boxes moved back and forth as Hank's weight shifted to and
fro, the motion of the boxes and his body causing his cock to burrow
deeper and harder than ever. Over and over and over again he pounded
into her, the thrusts becoming more and more insistent, and the need to
release more and more demanding. She could see his face twisted with
animal lust as he fucked his dick into her tender cunt.

Again, Denissa could feel her orgasm boiling inside her pussy. The
tingle starting at her clit, electrically connected to her nose and her
toes. Her raspy breathing was punctuated by gasps as the strokes of
Hank's cock hitting home forced the air from her. The electrical charge
kept getting stronger and sharper until she screamed "Mmmmghf! I'm
CUMMING! Oh, God! FUCK my cunt, Hank! CREAM me! FUCK ME HARD!"

At the sound of Denissa's voice, her bold words, and at the mention of
Hank's name, Tom could hold back no longer. He arched his back,
drilling his cock into her pussy as far as it would go, and exploded
into her, his spasming cock pumping cum in time with the powerful
gripping of Denissa's molten tunnel. Her vocal demands driving the
force of his orgasm harder and higher than he could ever remember.

Suddenly spent, Tom slowly collapsed on top of Denissa. Their combined
need for air almost creating a vacuum around their heads. After a
couple moments, Tom rolled off Denissa and took her into his arms,
kissing her cheek softly, cuddling her sweaty, satiated body close to
his. Hugging her tight, he whispered roughly, "That was amazing, sexy."

She looked at him, her eyes still slightly glazed with the after
effects of the powerful orgasms. "Yeah, it was, Ha-" she stopped and
blinked, her eyes clearing. Once she realized where she was and what
she'd started to say, she blushed bright red, and tried to get up, too
embarrassed at being caught out to stay in Tom's arms.

Tom clenched her tight to him and said, smiling "Hank. You said that a
moment ago too. It was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever heard."
Denissa had her head buried against his chest, trying to keep from
crying. Her muffled voice said, "You're not mad?"

He loosened his grip a bit, then reached and tilted her face up to his.
He looked into those eyes. The eyes he'd fallen in love with all those
years ago. Eyes that were now brimming with her hot, burning tears.
Tears ready to fall if one more would show up. "No, darling. I could
never be mad at you for that." He kissed her lips tenderly, softly as
her tears started flowing, and her heart opened to the knowledge that
Tom's love meant everything to her and that her love meant everything
to him. Instinctively knowing that whatever the future held for them,
that they would always be in love together. Tears of shame and
embarrassment changed instantly to ones of happiness and joy.

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Learn More Lessons

Darkness began to fade as the sun made its way toward the horizon. I'd
slept fitfully running over ideas and alternatives in an attempt to try
to cover all the bases. After only a few hours of sleeping, and more
hours of tossing and turning, I finally got out of bed and had room
service deliver coffee, donuts and danishes. I had some ideas in mind,
but they depended on how Den and Tom had spent their night. I also made
a few phone calls to set some things up and to check on others. I could
always hope for the best, but I needed to be prepared for the worst as
well.

About 8:30, the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey," Denissa's voice said in reply.

"Well!" I said with a pleased tone in my voice. "How are you today?"

"We're... ummm... great!" she said. I could hear a smile in her voice
and knew that last night had gone well. Maybe better than I could've
hoped. Time would tell.

"Wonderful. Are you ready for some fun?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, "What do you have in mind?"

I grinned into the handset. "Tell you what. Why don't you and Tom get
dressed comfortably, then come up to my suite. We'll talk things over
for a bit and go from there."

"Ok, we'll be there in a minute," she replied.

"See you then," I said and hung up the phone.

True to their word, in must a couple minutes there was a knock on the
door. Opening the door, I smiled as I saw Tom and Denissa finishing a
quick kiss. "Come on in folks." I grinned. "Do you need to borrow the
other bedroom for a little while?" I asked. They both blushed a bit,
but laughed.

"No," Tom replied. "Not just yet."

We collected cups of coffee and Tom collared a donut and two danishes,
then went back to the living room and sat in the same places we had the
night before. I was pleased to see them sitting very closely together
on the couch. "Things must've gone well last night" I remarked.

Denissa blushed a little and Tom answered, "I think they went great. We
took your advice and enjoyed each other." Denissa nudged him with her
elbow, still blushing.

"You DID enjoy last night, didn't you 'Nissa?" I asked her. The blush
on her cheeks stayed bright and she replied "Yes."

Curious as to how well it went, and needing to know so I could gauge
what issues I needed to address nest, I leaned forward and said "Sooo..
'Nissa.. Tell me about it... Not every little detail, but the
highlights."

She looked at Tom as if asking permission at which point he smiled at
her and said "Go ahead, honey." Looking at her hands, she started
telling me of the nights activities About making it in the foyer when
the got in the door, then, hesitatingly about the session she had in
the bathroom. Tom interjected his viewpoint from time to time, which
kept balance and also gave me insights into what he was seeing and
feeling, although I was pretty sure I knew how he felt.

The description of the sex session in the bedroom was where 'Nissa
started coming out of her reserved shell a bit. She was talking about
the storeroom, and how Hank had finished what he'd started. Her eyes
closed as she talked about it and I could tell she was reliving the
experience in her mind. Her description got a bit deeper than I think
she realized because partway through, she started giving the details.
From her point of view.

Tom was listening in rapt attention as she described how rough Hank
was. How he'd forced things. How she'd felt as Hank's hands had touched
her. When she was finished, I could sense a slight hint of musk in the
air, and Tom had an obvious bulge in his pants from hearing her side of
the story. In my opinion, Tom was ready for anything!

But I knew 'Nissa wasn't. When she opened her eyes and saw that Tom and
I were watching her, waiting for her next words, she clammed up tight.
I knew she still had some reservations about something, and I wasn't
sure what it was. She could open up when she was concentrating on the
moment, but take her out of that moment and she'd let too many things
distract her. I needed her alone for a few hours so I could find her
resistance and see if it was something real, or just something that she
was afraid of.

I figured the best thing I could do was appeal to Tom. When 'Nissa went
to the bathroom, I asked him "Tom, do you mind if I take 'Nissa
shopping? She and I need to talk about some things, and shopping will
take her mind off the main topic."

Looking hesitant, he replied, "I appreciate everything you're doing.
Last night was some of the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had with
her, and I know it was because of what we've been talking about." He
sighed as he said "But we just can't afford a big shopping spree right
now. It took all the money I could scrape together so we could make
this trip."

He stood up and went to the table for more coffee. "We've worked hard
to come here and I thought it would be a great way to get her relaxed
and then talk about this." Sitting back down, he had a forlorn
expression in his eyes as he murmured, "I just don't have enough money
for her to go shopping." I almost laughed. "Um, Tom." I began "Money
isn't an issue or a problem." Reaching over to the coffee table, I
picked up a copy of my latest book and opened it to the flyleaf. His
eyes widened when he realized who I was, and he stammered "But, why..
when.. "

I did laugh then. "Tom, I want to do this. In a way, it is therapy for
me too. And I can certainly afford to spend some money on a beautiful
woman." I smiled ruefully "I've not gotten to do that in while. So, if
you don't mind..?"

He smiled back at me, still a little dazzled. "Ok."

"Ok, what?" 'Nissa asked as she walked back into the room.

I said to her, "Let's go shopping."

She looked a little stunned, then said, "Well, sure. What do you have
in mind to shop for?"

"I'm not sure yet," I replied.

Tom walked over to her, gave her a kiss, then said, "Have fun!"

"You're not coming?" she asked, a surprised lift in her voice.

I said, "No, I've got something for Tom to do." She looked at Tom, so I
said, "Let me grab a couple things from the bedroom, I'll be right
back."

Ducking out for a moment to give them time to talk, I made some more
calls from the bedroom to make some arrangements. I wanted to give them
a night to remember, but Tom's situation was straightforward, so I put
the wheels in motion. I also needed some confirmation about 'Nissa and
Tom. I'd had a good feeling that they were OK, but when you've made a
lot of money, and some of your dirty laundry does hit the newsstands,
anything is possible. Receiving the answers I'd basically expected, I
hung up the phone and grabbed the essentials that a man has to have
(wallet, keys, cell phone, etc..). Ready to start this little
adventure, I went back into the living room to collect Denissa.

She didn't look terribly happy, but she wasn't angry either, so I knew
Tom had talked her into it. I asked, "You ready to go?"

"Yup," she said, just a little shortly.

"Good," I replied. Looking at Tom I stated "Jerome will be here in a
little bit. Just relax and let him do his job. He's the best at it, so
just enjoy the ride."

Tom looked as surprised as Denissa had earlier. I laughed at them and
said "C'mon folks. We're here for fun! Let's enjoy today. I promise
you'll both get some of those 'new experiences' you were looking for."
They both relaxed visibly. "Tom, Jerome should be finished with you
around five-fifteen, so just hang around the lobby. We should be there
about then." Denissa kissed Tom as we left.

She was quiet in the elevator, telling me she was a little
uncomfortable. I made some offhand remark about the weather to which
she replied "Uh-huh." I knew she wasn't listening, so I asked her if
she knew her shirt was on backwards. "Yeah," she answered, then
realizing what I'd actually asked, she said, "No, it isn't!"

I grinned as I replied, "Well? You weren't listening. What were you
thinking about?"

She sighed. "Nothing really. I just... well... I wonder why you're
doing this? I mean, you had your problems with your wife - ex-wife -
about this, and now you want to try to..." she shrugged, unable to
really find the words to finish.

"It's as much for me as it is for you and Tom," I answered. "In a way,
it's me making sure I know my own feelings about this. So far,
everything we've talked about is right on the mark. I see you and he
and it reminds me of Andy and myself, but I also have learned some hard
lessons the last couple years." I turned her to face me and said, "And,
when I find someone I want to be close to again, I want that person to
be able to understand me. I want them to understand those lessons. I
want them to be comfortable knowing the love that the lessons give is
boundless."

Denissa nodded, knowing some of what I was talking about, but not all
of it. If what I was working on panned out, she'd know everything by
the end of the night.

The elevator doors opened, and we began to walk across the lobby. I
stopped her for a moment so we could talk. Some of what I needed to say
to her really needed to be said now, even before we started this
excursion. I sat on one of the couches out of the way of the main
traffic area, gesturing that she should sit also.

"I've made a lot of money, Denissa," I started "but the old saw is
true. Money can't buy happiness and it doesn't make you happy. Money is
merely a tool." I leaned back and steepled my fingers, trying to figure
out how to say what I needed to say next. "Information is a tool too.
And all tools, if used correctly can make beautiful things like the
furniture Tom makes." Denissa nodded understandingly, but not really
sure where I was headed with this. I continued, "In order for you to
understand Tom and trust his feelings, you've got to fully understand
yourself. Trust yourself and trust Tom."

"I do trust Tom," she said, "but I'm just not sure I trust myself. I'm
just not very sure of... of... well, of a lot of things."

I grinned wryly. "Trust is a difficult thing sometimes. Knowing how to
trust yourself is even harder. Sometimes it's easier to do things for
others than for yourself. Forgive others. Love others. Be kind to
others. So many things we do for others that we can't do for ourselves
without a lot of pain and heartache."

Leaning close to her I stated, "Before two days ago, you didn't know me
from Adam's housecat, and could've probably cared less. Nor did I know
you and Tom. You know some things about me, but not a whole lot other
than you feel like my intentions are honorable and kind. I know quite a
bit about you and Tom also. Probably more than you'd believe, but some
of what I've not told you and some of the things I have done I've had
to do for self-preservation as well as to make sure we're doing the
right things."

I'd confused her quite well by then, I'm sure. I leaned forward and
took her hands "Do you trust me?" I asked, looking closely at her eyes.

'Nissa stared levelly back at me for a long, hard moment. "You know,
night before last I'd have said I didn't trust any man very much. After
Tom said the things he said about wanting to watch me with another man,
I didn't know what to think. But I know you've been honest about what
you've said." She turned my hands over in hers. "I've also always had
this gift. I am a very good judge of character. I knew ten minutes into
our dinner last night that you were OK. I've trusted you with some of
the deepest secrets I've ever had. Ones I'd never tell even my best
girlfriend. So, yes. I trust you." "I trust you and Tom too" I smiled
"maybe a little more than I should. I'm bad to let myself trust too
much. And when I do, I sometimes let myself be blinded to things I
should see."

I didn't really want to tell her the next part. I knew though that if
the trust was to be complete, and for this to work it had to be, I had
to. "Um... I've learned that I have to be careful about... people." I
said. "Sometimes that means I have to do things to protect... myself..
and ..."

She could tell I was having problems talking about this. She squeezed
my hands and said "C'mon. Just tell me. No beating around the bush.
You've been honest with us about your relationship with Andy and we've
been honest too." I nodded, lowering my eyes "I know, 'Nissa. And I
felt deep inside I could trust you and Tom. But, I had to know so I
made some calls to check up on you."

She was quiet for a moment, and then said "And what did you find?"
"What I already knew," I said. "What I already felt."

Letting go of my hands, she tilted my face back up to look at her "Then
it's a difference that makes no difference." She leaned forward and
gave me a soft, quick kiss on the lips. "Now. Let's go. You said you
were gonna take me shopping!" she said, grinning.

Standing up, we proceeded out the main doors of the hotel. A long,
black stretch limousine I'd ordered earlier was waiting for us to
appear so it could shuttle us around town. Denissa looked amazed at how
big the car was, and at the doorman who opened the car door for us to
enter. "Thanks, Jim" I said. "You're welcome, sir" he replied.

Denissa looked around at the huge interior of the car, taking in the TV
and stereo, the full bar and fridge. She asked, "Where's the pool?"

I grinned. "That's in the trunk, but they've drained it so we can put
packages in it."

Grinning back, she said, "Does this thing have coffee in it?"

"Nope," I replied, "but the place we're going has good coffee."

She grinned. "I love good coffee. So," she said, shifting in the
leather seat, "where are we going, and what are we shopping for?"

"We're going shopping for YOU," I said, "and we're going to the best
place in the world to find it."

"Riiiiight," she said, laughing as the limo pulled up front at a very
prominent store. I'm sure you've heard of it, and no, it's not
Gimball's. Walking through the doors, Denissa stopped and just looked
at the immensity of it. One entire city block devoted to one store.
Everything you could ever want was in this store, and I knew it had the
world's best fashion area. I'd told Denissa to dress comfortable
knowing she'd be changing clothes for a good chunk of the morning, and
maybe part of the afternoon too.

"C'mon," I said, "you wanted coffee?" We went to the café area and
ordered, then sat at a table, talking about the store. I pointed out
different areas, having been there several times both for shopping and
for signings. I asked her about her clothing preferences, and she
indicated she preferred to dress like she was today. Jeans, knit shirt,
street shoes or tennis shoes. I asked her what she wore when she
dressed up, and she made some remarks about the dress she wore last
night. I asked some more questions then I asked "How do you feel about
how you look, Denissa?"

She flushed a bit, but said, "I know I'm not the prettiest woman in the
world. I guess I look ok, but not spectacular."

I knew then I'd finally found what was bothering her. She just didn't
have the confidence in her own beauty. She was afraid Tom was pushing
her off on someone else, so he could be free. I smiled to myself,
shaking my head. I'd seen the same thing so many times it wasn't even
really funny anymore.

Women have this image of themselves that society has imposed which is
almost always totally wrong. "I'm too fat. Too thin. My breasts aren't
big enough. Too big. My butt, my thighs, my tummy.. et cetera, ad
infinitum. All women are beautiful. I take that back. They can be
beautiful, if they let themselves. Accepting who they are and letting
that show through changes everything about how a man looks at a woman.
Denissa had the physical beauty, but she'd always heard that "this" was
better than she was. Maybe as a kid, her brothers picked on her, or
guys were afraid to talk to her because she was pretty. Guys actually
have more problems with self-confidence than women do, we just exhibit
it differently.

"Well, 'Nissa, we're going to do things a little differently today.
Come on," I said.

We went to the clothing area, where we picked up a sales clerk. "May I
help you find something?" she asked. Denissa had stopped at a book
display, and I noticed she'd found my book. Grinning at the clerk, I
said "Let's redo her. Here's where I want to start, and here's what I
want." We started with a satin t-shirt dress in blue. Low, strappy
heels to match, when Denissa complained about high heels. Didn't matter
which ones the clerk tried, she just didn't feel comfortable wearing
them, because she never had worn them. Since I didn't want her breaking
her neck tonight, we settled on the low heels, but I had the clerk
include the high ones in her packages. Hopefully, she'd want to
practice.

More shoes, button-up shirts, and button down skirts, we bought her an
entire wardrobe of new clothes. 'Nissa wasn't completely comfortable
with all the selections, but I knew given time after working on her
attitude, she'd be happy to have the new clothes.

I had the clerk wrap most of the packages, keeping the t-shirt dress, a
light silky jacket and the low heels aside for later. By that time,
lunch was in order. We went back to the café where we had coffee
earlier, and ordered some light food. Fish for me, a salad for her, and
more conversation about Denissa. We talked about her childhood where
she confirmed my suspicions about rambunctious brothers and a tom-boy
upbringing as she tried to keep up. She asked me about my career and
admitted she knew who I was, which caused me to smile.

"So" I asked "now that you know I'm a lazy bum, how do you feel?"

She laughed, giving me a light punch on the arm, "Lazy bum's don't have
best sellers," she said.

I grinned back. "But, don't you know that writing is about the laziest
way in the world to make a living? All I have to do is sit at a
computer and type some story then hand it to my agent to sell." She
shook her head, smiling "I've read your books for years. I like to read
them because its always something with meaning. Something that makes a
difference to someone. Even when it doesn't end exactly the way I
thought it was going to in the beginning, it always ends well."

I nodded "That's what I want to bring to a story." I took a bite then
said, "but each story is different, just like each relationship is
different. Some work well, some have problems, some break apart and
don't ever get put back together. You wouldn't believe how many books I
have on my computer that have died and I've not gotten back to them to
revive them."

"Really?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, "every story doesn't have an ending. Like the
fantasies you and Tom are just now starting to explore." She got a
slightly uncomfortable look on her face so I said, "Let's do some
storytelling of our own."

Looking interested, she said, "Ok, how?"

I said, "All right. In this story we have several options to look at.
Let's say we've got a female main character who's interested in
exploring her sensuality." I didn't say sexuality because "sex" has so
many negative vibes placed on it by society. Sensuality gives it a
softer, smoother meaning, yet the core issues are still there. Denissa
nodded, knowing the story was going to be about her, but the
detachedness of a fictional character gave her the space to explore it
mentally "She has this partner who has told her she can explore
whatever she wants, whenever she wants as long as its safe and he knows
about it." I knew Tom had told her that almost word for word. Not
because he'd told me he'd said that, but because it was the same words
I'd told Andy.

Denissa nodded again, so I continued. "First, we have to decide if this
is going to be a chance encounter, two people who don't know a thing
about the other, or an extension of an existing relationship. Either
scenario is possible, and either one works for the story."

"So, you're saying the gal's partner wouldn't have any problems with
either scenario happening?" she asked.

"Nope," I replied. "He knows she loves him, and that whatever she
wanted to do would only be to experience it as something she wants to
feel, or because she wants him to experience it with her." I thought
for a second and added "Now, some women will do it just because their
husbands want them to. And that's fine, I suppose, as its certainly a
way to show him how much she cares. But unless she's really doing it
for herself, in a way, it's an acting job. She may or may not enjoy the
sex part of it, but as long as the partner is satisfied, that's all
she's actually after."

"I can see that happening," Denissa said, "There are a lot of people I
know who do things for their spouse just because it makes them happy,
not because it really interests them. They get their happiness from the
other person, not from doing .. whatever," she said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, I dunno," she replied, "Doing housework, taking care of the kids,
being "Mom's Taxi", going to church so the husband can stay in good
with the community, etc."

She sighed, "Seems so pointless sometimes, until you realize that being
happy is all that counts in this life." I nodded, knowing exactly what
she was talking about. My folks had done the same things as I was
growing up, and so had I. Doing things to make others happy, while
stifling my own had caused more problems in the long run than just me
being myself.

"Let's change subjects," I said, wanting to keep from pushing too deep
in this area again. She was making her own decisions, and I could tell
by the tone of the conversation that she was thinking things through.

"Ok," she said, "What next?" We'd finished lunch and were lingering
over coffee. I wanted to guide her back into how she looked and felt
about herself, so I asked "What gives you the impression you aren't
pretty?" She snickered and said, "I thought we were changing the
conversation. We've already talked about this."

"We did a little, but we didn't get very far." I said, leaning forward.
"Ok, now it,s just you and me. Why don't you think you're pretty?"

"Oh, I don't know," she replied, "I think I look OK, but when I look in
the mirror and all I see is me. I don't look anything like Carmen Diaz
or Cindy Crawford or any of the other 'beautiful people' I see on TV or
in the magazines." Leaning back in her seat, she said "Guys look at me
funny all the time, like they've never seen anyone like me and that
makes me uncomfortable because I don't know why they're looking at me."

"Stand up a moment," I said. She stood up, blushing slightly. I already
knew why the guys looked at her the way they did and it wasn't because
she didn't look good. Actually, it was the exact opposite. Her hair
flowed around her shoulders in a soft fall of brown, her face was the
face of a Madonna, and her eyes were deep, brown pools that sparkled
when she smiled (which she was doing as I looked at her). Smiling
brought out dimples, which gave that cute expansion to her smile, and
added that much more beauty to her face. Not only that, but I had to
admit her body was, for lack of a better word, dynamite.

I ran my eyes over her body, standing there before me, and I couldn't
see anything to make me think otherwise. Her breasts were soft curves
under that knit shirt, the little ridges of her bra adding to the
visuals. Her stomach appeared flat, even after the two kids she claimed
she'd had, and the package contained in the jeans she was wearing....
Well, let's put it this way. She naturally did things in a pair of blue
jeans that most women couldn't do even by trying their hardest. "Turn
around" I prompted. "Why?" she asked. I grinned at her, "Just turn
around" She grinned back, then turned her back to me. From behind, she
had that classic hourglass figure, accentuated by the curve of her
behind in those jeans. I marveled at her legs, which were clearly
outlined by the pants. Yes. Calvin Klein missed a big chance when he
didn't come find her.

"Denissa," I said to her "in my opinion, there's absolutely nothing
wrong with how you look." She turned back around and said "Oh, yeah.
Right."

Shrugging, I said, "let's go find an expert and fix you then." She
whacked me on the arm, then gulped the last of her coffee, and said,
"Let's go, smartie."

We went over to the cosmetics department to see what the specialist
there would have in mind. I'd heard that the experts here were the
world's best at makeovers, and 'Nissa had made some remark as we walked
through the store about it. When we got to the counter, one lady saw us
and came immediately over. "How may I assist you?" she asked. I said,
"This is Denissa. I feel she has a natural beauty that needs to come
out. Can you help?"

The lady looked at 'Nissa for a moment, then looked at me, a question
in her eyes. I smiled knowingly, so she nodded then said, "Follow me".
We went into the main area where makeup tables had been placed for the
specialists to do makeovers. The attendant sat Denissa down on the
chair and tipped her back a little. Setting on the stool beside 'Nissa,
she asked, "You're not wearing any makeup right now, are you?" Denissa,
unused to such close attention, shook her head. "That's what I
thought." the lady said. "Ok, let's try this."

Picking up a color wheel, she flipped through color combinations to
find the best set for Denissa's skin, hair and eye colors. Then,
pulling open various drawers, she assembled a kit with which to
experiment a bit. With a very small applicator, she dabbed a bit here
and there, exchanging a powder and a blush, then thinking hard about
the lipstick. Finally, she was satisfied with her choices and started
to work.

The expert took a slightly damp towel and wiped Denissa's face. Next,
she picked a brush out of the base powder, dusted it off, and traced
Denissa's cheek, jaw line and chin. From a small pad loaded with blush
she carefully stroked Denissa's cheeks, leaving just a hint of color.
After that, she took a mascara wand and barely touched it to 'Nissa's
lovely long eyelashes, drawing it up and away only a few times. Taking
a small brush, she painted Denissa's lips with short, deft strokes of a
gloss that had just the slightest hint of pink in it. She stopped for a
moment appraising the overall effect, then looked at me. I wiggled my
fingers. She nodded, then wiped each of Denissa's hands with the towel
rubbing each finger separately, then the whole hand. Opening another
drawer, she spun a lazy Susan inside until she found the nail polish
she was seeking. Quickly, she painted Denissa's nails with almost a
clear coat, but with just that same touch of pink that was in the lip
gloss. She looked at me again, and I nodded approval at what she'd
done. She leaned the chair back up so Denissa could see herself in the
mirror. The transformation was so subtle that if you had seen Denissa
only 10 minutes ago, and weren't paying attention you'd miss it. But,
the effect was stunning.

"What did you do?" 'Nissa asked, looking amazed at her reflection.

The lady replied smiling softly, "Everything I needed to do to make you
look your best."

"But, all the makeovers I've ever had made me feel like I had to scrape
everything off with a knife. You barely did anything, but look at me!"
'Nissa exclaimed, still astounded at the difference.

Smiling, the lady replied, "If I had changed your appearance with a lot
of make up, it would only take away from how you look. You do have a
natural beauty that too much makeup shouldn't be used on." Placing
unopened containers of what she used on the counter for us to buy, she
continued, "I wish I could use more of it so I could sell you a large
quantity, but for you, it would only be gilding the lily. As little as
you need to use for this effect, this will probably last you for
months."

I wasn't really sure if Denissa knew what she meant, but I knew it was
true. Getting off the stool to stand behind 'Nissa, the lady continued,
"I have some contacts in the modeling field. Not fly-by-nights, but the
big agencies. You are exactly the type of beauty they'd want." As she
spoke, she used her fingers to lift Denissa's hair, running them
through lightly to fluff it just a bit. Denissa was still looking at
herself in the mirror, surprised expression meeting surprised
expression. The lady bent down and whispered something to 'Nissa that I
couldn't hear, then kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'Nissa blushed
slightly, then murmured, 'Thanks!" and got up out of the chair.

I think Denissa was a little taken aback by the woman's kiss because
she took my arm as we left. She looked back as we were walking away and
apparently the lady was watching us leave, because 'Nissa smiled
slightly and waved.

I leaned down and asked what the lady had said. "She said she wished
she looked like me," Denissa replied. "Then she said if I ever got
tired of men to come find her."

I grinned, knowing that as conservatively as she'd been raised the
woman's sexual overture had shocked Denissa to the core. Not exactly
what I had in mind, but it worked.

Walking around the corner, Denissa was still talking about the lady and
how surprised she was at her pass. I stopped her for a moment and said,
"'Nissa, look. Guys like to watch you because you are beautiful. And at
the same time they shy away from you because they're afraid of you.
Afraid of being rejected by you. Men have fragile egos and don't really
know how to handle a woman who has such a great body and such a pretty
face."

"Women have fragile egos too, and you're no exception. Each and every
woman has her own beauty that she needs to find and expose in the best
way she can find. They see the stereotypes on television and movies, in
magazines, both the fashion and even the Playboy magazines and they
don't feel like they can measure up."

"Men usually aren't much help because when we see that beauty, we
immediately clam up, or change the subject or all the blood rushes to a
different part of the body and our brains shut down." I pulled her to a
nearby mirror and moved behind her, taking her hands again so I could
hold her arms away from her body. "But you need to see the shape of
your body, its form. Look at its curves, the shapes it defines. This is
a classic shape. A thing of beauty to the eye of the beholder, but so
many eyes behold you and can't express the feelings of eroticism you
cause."

Releasing her hands, I moved my fingers to her face and started tracing
the lines of her brow. Her cheeks, her lips. Describing each to her as
others saw them, not as she saw them. People walked by us, looking then
turning away because they had no idea what to say, and no idea what was
going on, which was just as well as neither Denissa or I was paying the
slightest attention to the passers-by.

Finally, I turned her around again to face me. "You see," I said, "it's
not your lack of beauty that people are looking at, but your wealth of
it." Her face was downcast as she tried to accommodate this new
information about herself. In a brief time it's hard to change the
self-image we've acquired over the years, and she was having some
difficulties.

I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 3:00. We needed to do a
little more shopping, get back to the hotel and prepare for the
evening, so I took her arm this time, and pointed her toward our next
destination.

Denissa's face turned a light shade of red as we walked into the
lingerie department. The clerk, a waspish male in his '40s came up to
us and with the lightest trace of a lisp asked if he could be of
assistance. "Yes," I replied, "we need to locate a garter belt,
stockings and a matching bra and panty set to fit this lovely lady."

He stepped back a moment, then said, "I believe we have just the thing
for you, my dear. Follow me." We trailed behind the clerk as he went
around the shelves picking up boxes and packages for Denissa to try on.
He was humming a Broadway show tune as he collected the lingerie and
stopped from time to time to look at her. "36 C," he said one time,
like a man who obviously knew his clientele. "I think a size 5," he
mumbled another, knowingly. When he had picked out the things he
wanted, he directed, "Ok, now. Come with me."

He led us to the dressing rooms and suggested, "Use the first door on
the left. I think a woman with your coloration and complexion will look
absolutely stunning in this outfit." Denissa took the packages and with
a slightly querulous look at me, headed into the designated room. A few
minutes later, she came back out, still dressed. "Um. How do you work
this?" she asked, holding out the garter belt to the clerk. "Oh, honey,
it's easy," he giggled, showing her how to manipulate the garters to
hold up the hosiery. A couple of minutes of quick instruction and
'Nissa was ready to try it again. As she headed back to the dressing
room, he called after her, "Don't forget to adjust it in the back
first!" She turned back, and nodded with a slight flush.

About 10 minutes later, she came back out. "Everything fits
wonderfully!" she said. "Although I'm not completely sure about the
stockings." "When you had them on, did they pull smooth across your
calves and thighs?" the clerk asked. "Yes," she said, "they fit fine, 
but I've never had hosiery that had a seam in them."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Just as long as the seam is in the back,
and they're straight, you'll look fabulous!" he gushed, waving his hand
in dismissal. He helped us collect all the packages, which we took up
front to add to the rest. I called the limo driver, and he helped us
load Denissa's loot into the car and drove us back to the hotel.

Looking at my watch, I saw it was just a bit after 4:00. I told the
driver to meet us in front about 5:30, and then called ahead to be sure
the restaurant/club had our reservations. With everything set for the
evening's plans, I took Denissa's arm and escorted her and her packages
up to my suite.

The driver put the packages into the spare bedroom while I talked to
Denissa. "Ok," I started, "we've got to hurry just a bit because I
don't want Tom to wait too long for us in the lobby, but I want you
looking perfect for him when we're done. Go take a quick shower, then
get dressed while I get ready."

She smiled and then came into my arms, giving me a quick kiss on the
lips and a big hug. "I don't know what to say. Thank you seems so
inadequate for everything you've said and all the beautiful clothes." I
gave her a quick squeeze, turned her toward the bedroom. "Just enjoy
tonight, and the rest of your life," I said. "That's the thanks I want.
Now, hurry!" I grinned, as I watched her walk into the bedroom, kicking
off her shoes as she went.

Forty-five minutes later, I was ready. Suit on, tie tied correctly
(after the third try... why are those confounded things such a pain?)
Shoes quick polished with a dry towel, etc. I walked into the living
area almost expecting Denissa to be ready, but wasn't terribly
surprised when she wasn't.

A few minutes later, she stuck her head out of the bedroom. "Um, can
you help me please?" she asked in an almost little girl voice. I walked
into the bedroom to see what the problem was. "I can't seem to get this
garter thing right and the seams straight too," she said, with a
slightly frustrated tone in her voice. "It seemed so easy at the
store."

I smiled and replied, "Ok. Turn around." Nope, the seams weren't
straight and somehow something else was wrong too. I knelt behind her.
"Lift your skirt." She raised it a couple of inches. I snickered, "A
little more." A couple more inches and I could see the flesh above the
stockings, the curve of her panty-covered behind peeking out just a
tad. I looked up at her, only to see her grinning at me over her
shoulder. "Oh, being a little tease, are we?" I grinned back at her, to
which her reply was to wiggle her behind in my face. I gave that
delectable wiggle a little "pop" and she squeaked.

"Ok, sexy," I said, "we don't have time to play right now, so just
cooperate and we'll see what you've done here." She gave back a tiny
pout, but raised her skirt enough so I could see she'd crossed the
straps on the garter belt. And she had the garter straps over her
panties, which could spell disaster. I unhooked the straps, slid them
through her panties on the left side, reconnecting them after running
my hands up her shapely leg to make sure the seam was straight. As I
was doing the same thing to the right leg, she clamped her legs
together just as I got to the top of the stocking, trapping my hand
mere inches away from her crotch. I looked up to see she was looking at
me with that playful expression again, but this time it mixed lust and
mischievousness.

"Mmmmm!" she said "what a firm touch you have, sir." I gripped her leg,
loving the feel of the nylon under my fingers. "I'm liable to have
something else firm besides my grip if you don't let go, little girl."
I said, grinning back at her. She smiled and loosened her hold on my
hand quickly. I wasn't expecting her to let go so suddenly, and my hand
slid up and bumped softly into her pussy. I could feel the moist heat
there, even though I pulled it back almost as fast as it happened. She
gasped a little, then 'Mmmm'ed her approval.

I finished hooking her stockings back up with a slight tremble in my
fingers. She asked why I'd put the garter straps under the panties
instead of over them. "You may have to pee sometime," I said with a
grin, standing back up, "and unless you want me to come into the Ladies
bathroom and fix your stockings again, I think this is a little
better."

She got this amused look on her face, imagining me in the Ladies room
on my knees getting her seams straight. "No," she giggled, "we don't
want you to get arrested!" I grinned, picking up her silk jacket from
the bed and urged, "Come on. We're going to be late."

I held the jacket open for her, and she worked her arms into it. Then
she backed slowly up into me, as she pulled my arms around her, almost
in a protective way. I held her a second then said, "We've got to go,
'Nissa. Tom's waiting." She whispered, "I know. I just want this moment
with you holding me. You've shown me things about myself today I didn't
know existed. In a way, it's a little scary, but I know it's the fear
of something new and it'll go away. Please hold me a moment, then we
can go."

I held her that way for more than a moment and enjoyed it. Denissa's a
cuddly armful to have, so I took the opportunity to enjoy her scent,
the softness of her hair, the soft firmness of her body. I kissed the
top of her head, and murmured with a slight sense of regret, "C'mon,
little greedy. It's time to go."

She stepped away from me, but kept my right hand held firmly in her
left, as we walked out the door to the elevators.

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Practice Makes Perfect

"You're going to make quite an entrance when these doors open," I said
to her. She smiled, finally feeling the confidence in herself that she
deserved to feel. "I was just thinking about that," she declared. "I
can't wait to see Tom's face when he sees me wearing such a great dress
-- one like this one -- especially because I've never done anything
like this."

Looking at me, she giggled, "But I'm almost as anxious to see how the
other men in the lobby look at me. I want to feel their eyes on me."
She was confident, but still needing the approval. The way she was
dressed, the clingy dress, the seamed stockings, she'd get looked at
for sure. The elevator made its way to the lobby and, just as the doors
started to open, she squeezed my hand hard. I squeezed back my
encouragement.

The doors opened, and we walked into the lobby, her heels clicking on
the tile. I won't say every pair of eyes found her, but those that
didn't definitely missed a treat. I stopped just outside the elevator
and let her go on unescorted. Desk clerks stopped conversations and
looked, porters left bags unwatched as their eyes found her legs and
moved upward. Guests, males and females alike saw the subtle shifts of
light shimmering on the silk jacket and satin dress. Denissa's head
moved from side to side, looking for Tom, first and foremost, but also
not missing the effect she was having as she made her way through the
lobby.

Seeing him at last, near the doors, she hurriedly walked (not quite a
run since she wasn't used to the shoes) and they hugged tight.
Somewhere along the line, she must've picked up a little Brigitte
Bardot as she lifted the heel of her right foot as she leaned into the
kiss.

I smiled broadly at the overall effect. It was pure show, almost
exhibitionistic in its own way. She played it perfectly, and absolutely
reveled in the attention. In a way, I was hoping she didn't go too far
overboard with this, or poor Tom may not be able to keep up!

I caught up to them, and appraised their new look together. Jerome had
spiffed Tom up right. An off the rack suit which had been retailored to
fit Tom quite well, a fresh haircut and a good, close shave and Denissa
in her new clothes contrasting our dark, sharp suits perfectly. Tonight
was going to be special, and all three of us could feel it.

Tom was talking to Denissa, his admiring words seeming to rush out in a
never-ending torrent. She was smiling, and trying to get him to slow
down, so she finally kissed him to shut him up. Right at that moment, I
saw our limo pull around to pick us up.

I said "Ok, you two. Break it up so we can go, or take it back
upstairs. Which will it be?"

They broke the kiss and looked at me, grinning. Tom said "If you think
we're going to miss what you've got planned, you've got another think
coming." Denissa concurred. "So far, today has been wonderful, and I
don't think tonight will be any less spectacular. Let's go!" And with
that, she pulled Tom toward the door.

Mitch opened the door for her, just in time as she wasn't paying
attention and would've run into it if he hadn't. I smiled at him as we
walked outside to the waiting limo. Hurrying so he could outrun Denissa
to the limo, Mitch opened the car door to allow her entrance. She
caught his eye, and said "Thanks!" and when she moved to get in, she
gave Mitch a view all the way to the Promised Land because the way she
got in was most unladylike. His jaw dropped in astonishment and wonder
and the expression on Denissa's face was priceless. She loved the
tease. She loved the power she'd discovered, and she wasn't afraid to
use it.

Tom stood stock still until I nudged him. He almost fell into the car
as stunned as he was, but we got him settled down and I sat on the seat
opposite them. Mitch closed the door and we headed off to the club.
When the door closed, Denissa started laughing, and Tom just sat,
stunned at the display she'd put on. She reached up and pulled his face
to her and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Tom, honey," she said,
catching his attention. He looked at her, his expression still a little
stunned. She smiled and repeated, "Honey, I'm still me. A better me. A
freer me. I still love you with all my heart, and I hope you still love
me. I've grown a lot today." As she said that she looked at me and then
back at Tom. "So I'm going to take advantage of what I've learned."

He shook his head slightly "'Nissa, I'm going to love you, regardless
of what you've learned or what you do. I'm trying to catch up is all.
You've made so many changes, so fast. It's hard to believe."

I proclaimed, "Sometimes it seems fast, Tom. But when a change is made,
it's made. It's like turning on a light switch and flooding the whole
room with light. The reason changes seem to take a long time is because
of the decision making process."

He nodded, understanding. "Like picking out a stain for a table. You go
through all the samples, sometimes dozens of times before saying,
"That's it! Right there."

"Exactly." I replied. Denissa cuddled close to Tom as we rode, which
was the best thing I'd seen all day. Well, not as hot as taking a peek
under her dress as I was fixing her garter belt, but just as
satisfying. Maybe even more so.

We pulled into the club right on time. I'd picked this particular club
because it had very good food, but also because it had a good band and
a decent sized dance floor for after dinner festivities. The driver
parked, then came around and opened the door for us. He was treated to
a somewhat less provocative show than Mitch had received, but he didn't
look disappointed. Denissa showed a lot of leg, but not anywhere near
as much. I think she'd decided that shocking Tom once was a good thing,
but too much of a good thing was -- well -- too much.

We entered the foyer of the restaurant and the gatekeeper recognized
me. It had been a while but when Andy and I were still together, we ate
there quite often when in town.

He escorted us to a rounded booth near the back, in a quiet section of
the dining area conducive to conversation. Menus were handed out, and
he told us about the specials. After taking our drink order, he left us
to make our choices.

Denissa wiggled out of her jacket, which left her shoulders bare and,
as she leaned over to look at her menu, gave a wonderful view of
cleavage. I must've been staring a bit, as she looked up at me and gave
me another of those mischievous smiles. She hunched her shoulders just
a bit, which deepened the cleavage enough for me to glimpse her bra
under her dress. Grinning back, I tapped on my menu to remind her why
we were here. She gave me just the slightest hint of a pout, her lower
lip rolling out a tad. She returned her attention to her menu as did I
after glancing over to Tom. I was amused to see a light smile on his
face as he'd caught the interplay between Denissa and me.

Appetizers, soup, dinner, dessert all followed suit. Waiters were very
attentive, but I knew it was due to the chance to look down Denissa's
top more than it was to my notoriety. She smiled at either Tom or me as
our main waiter left the table, simply swimming in the attention she
was receiving. Tom was loving it too, pleased with his wife's attitude
changes, and proud that she was his wife. He was finally able to show
her off to everyone because she ~wanted~ to be shown off. I could feel
the happiness between them and the sexual tension was slowly building.

Dessert and after dinner drinks finally finished, we proceeded to the
dance area to enjoy the entertainment. As we walked in, the band began
playing some fast dance music. I noticed it was a different band than
the one that had been here when I'd come with Andy. Our eyes adjusted
to the lower lighting, then we made our way to a table near the dance
floor. Denissa had expressed a desire to "boogie down" and Tom was more
than happy to let her. I sat at the table as she and Tom danced for
three fast songs. I'd taken the liberty of ordering us drinks while
they were on the floor. I figured since they were going to be somewhat
hot after exerting themselves, and a bit full from dinner, I ordered
light drinks for them. Denissa's face was flushed when they got back to
the table and they were both very happy and animated, talking back and
forth about how long it had been since they'd been able to cut loose
and really have some fun.

She took a sip of her drink, then a larger one, enjoying the fruity,
fizzy flavor. "Mmm!" she moaned, "What's this?" I answered, "It's a
Singapore Sling. Do you like it?"

Nodding as she took another sip. "It certainly hits the spot!" Tom
seemed to be enjoying his as well. We chatted a bit about the club, and
I told them about bringing Andy. I talked about some of the people I'd
seen here from time to time. Names you'd know and names they knew.
Mostly, being a writer meant I got to meet a lot of people. Sometimes
that was a good thing, sometimes not, but it was always ideas for my
stories.

They related some of the clubbing they did back before the kids, and
even a little when they could get a babysitter long enough to do a
night on the town. We talked about music and bands we enjoyed. Denissa
grabbed my hand and gushed, "Ok, it's your turn!" and pulled me onto 
the dance floor for another round of boogie-down. Two fast numbers,
with Denissa having an absolute ball. She danced and twirled, which, to
my enjoyment, flipped the hem of her dress up just high enough to give
a hint of stocking top, and the occasional flash of garter strap.
Unless you were looking for it, you'd miss it. Trust me. I was looking.
And she knew it. She'd spin, then look me in the eyes, that smile on
her face. Knowing she'd done it, and loving it. We went back to the
table, and Tom had refreshed the drinks. Denissa took a healthy pull at
hers, finishing almost half of it before she sat down. "Careful there,"
I warned, "don't want you to get too drunk to dance, do we?"

She grinned. "I won't get too drunk. I promise." I excused myself and
went to the bathroom. Feeling much better, I saw Tom and 'Nissa
exchanging a hug and a kiss as I came back to the table. As I sat down,
they broke the kiss, smiling at each other. Denissa excused herself to
go to the restroom, so Tom and I talked about furniture. I didn't know
a lot about it, but my curiosity about anything I didn't know led the
conversation.

We were talking about upholstery when Denissa came back to the table
and took my hand. I felt something soft and lacy between our hands, and
took it. I thought I knew what it was, and sure enough. The little
scamp had gone to the bathroom and taken off her panties! I could feel
the dampness of the crotch in my fingers as I put them in my coat
pocket, and as I raised my glass to take a drink of my ginger ale, I
could catch the scent of her musk on my hand. I almost dropped the
glass when I smelled her, but managed to recover, spilling only a bit
on my chin. She laughed as she took a napkin and wiped the ginger ale
off my face, and Tom's face had a huge grin on it. They'd set it up
when I'd gone to the bathroom! Rather, Denissa had. Tom simply went
along for the ride.

She pulled Tom to the dance floor, and I watched them move around it.
Denissa was still providing the peep show for Tom, and I could see the
smile on her face every time she spun around. The band was starting to
play some slower stuff now as the evening was wearing down, so they
danced one before they came back to the table. The band started another
one and instead of sitting down, Denissa took my hand and we danced. We
started off in 'standard' stances, but only for a moment. "C'mere," she
urged, pulling me to her. She moved into my arms and in no time, we
were dancing as close as she and Tom were earlier.

"What are you doing, 'Nisssa?" I asked.

"Enjoying tonight," was her simple answer. I held her close as we moved
around the dance floor, letting the music wash over us. I couldn't help
but think back to the times Andy and I had danced here like this, but I
came back to the present and held the cuddlesome wench in my arms a
little tighter.

I think she could sense some of my melancholy because she looked up at
me and whispered, "Life moves on and we grow. You've helped me and Tom
these last few days, and I think I can help you, too." With that, she
leaned up and softly kissed me.

I hadn't expected this so she caught me with my mouth open. The tip of
her tongue slipped in, and I could taste the fruitiness of the
Singapore Sling and the taste of her instantly. I sucked lightly on her
tongue, and she moaned. We stayed like that for who knows how long,
exchanging the kiss, each giving as good as we got in the process. I
hated to break it, but I knew Tom was watching and didn't want things
to get out of hand.

Denissa delivered a last peck to end the kiss as the song ended. Hand
in hand, we walked back to the table. When we got there, she and Tom
exchanged a glance, to which she gave the barest of nods. I didn't
really notice as the last of the kiss was still on my mind.

Tom asked, "Do you mind if we go back to the hotel now? It's starting
to get late and we have to get ready to leave tomorrow."

I was a little surprised, and somewhat disappointed that the evening
was going to come to a close so soon, but replied, "Sure. It's been a
hectic day, but one full of good times and fun." I missed Denissa's sly
smile as I said that. Her face was straight as we made our way to the
door, but her eyes held a slight sparkle I thought was for Tom.

Our car pulled around and the attendant opened the door for us. Tom got
in first and then Denissa. I looked around the parking lot, capturing
the moment for my memory collection, then got in myself.

I was a little surprised that Tom hadn't gotten in the seat across from
us because it made the seat just a little on the close side, but as the
car pulled away, I soon discovered why.

Denissa looked at me and said solemnly, "You've been a good friend to
us. You've shown us ourselves and given us the ability to not only
appreciate each other, but the chance to enjoy life in a way I'd never
thought possible. I've talked it over with Tom, and we want you to be
my first lover."

I didn't know what to say. This wasn't why I'd done the things I had,
said the things I'd said. I knew Denissa was attracted to me, but I
thought it was only just to tease. To explore her newly found self. I
really hadn't thought this part through because I didn't think it was
something to consider.

"'Nissa..." I started to say.

"Shh," she hissed, putting her fingers on my lips. "You need this as
much as I do. As much as Tom does."

I looked at Tom and he nodded, saying, "I know you've given us a lot.
Both in teaching and in material things, but you've got some things you
need to learn too."

He paused, thinking. Then he said, "I know it's probably not what you'd
had planned for us, but we see your face as you talk about your past
and know you need some caring too. And, although we've only known you
for a couple of days, you've cared about us. We want to give some
back."

Shifting a bit in the leather seat, he continued. "Denissa asked me
about it this morning before she called, and I didn't know if it was a
good idea or not. But, the more the day unfolded, and especially after
the amazing and wonderful changes in 'Nissa I've seen this evening and
tonight, I knew it was the right thing to do." He held out his hand to
me and offered, "Share with us tonight. We want you to."

I was deeply touched. Far beyond the point where I could safely say
words, so I simply reached up and shook his hand. Denissa put her hands
on ours, sealing the deal. Tom and I let go, but Denissa didn't. She
pulled our hands to her lap, placing our hands on her legs, holding
them there a moment. I could feel the nylon of the stockings give way
to flesh under my hand, then the curve of her thigh merged with the
soft hair of her pussy as she moved my hand towards her. She leaned her
head back and moaned as our hands all came together at the center of
her sex. She moved our fingers around, Tom's on one side, mine on the
other, using us to bring her higher and higher. Slowly, she stopped
controlling as we took over. Touching, exploring. Opening her up, and
taking turns playing with her clit as the other fingered her.

Tom caught my eye, then nodded toward the front of the car. I looked
that direction and could see the driver's eyes because he'd adjusted
the mirror to get his own view of the action in the back. I grinned
back at Tom, and allowing the driver to be a voyeur, we turned our
attention back to the delectable woman who was so enjoying our hands.

We didn't really have enough time to bring her off before we got to the
hotel, so she was at a fever pitch when the car rolled to a stop.
Without waiting for the doorman, I opened the car door, and reached for
Denissa. She hadn't bothered to fix her dress, so when she got out of
the car, I had a glorious view of her bare pussy in the lights of the
hotel entrance. As she stood, her skirt dropped back into place, but
the look in her eyes was pure lust. Tom got out, and closed the door as
we hurried in.

Denissa was shifting from foot to foot; impatient as a cat on a hot tin
roof for the elevator to make it's way down. Finally, the doors opened,
and she pulled us both in hurriedly. The doors had barely closed before
she almost jumped Tom. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him
hungrily, then reached back and pulled me to her. She broke the kiss
with Tom, and continued it with me, her hands busy getting us to touch
her. We took the hint and held her between us, her taking turns kissing
us as our hands felt her legs... Her ass... Her pussy... Her breasts...
Adding fuel to the blazing inferno that 'Nissa had become.

We felt the elevator stop on the second floor, and Tom and I stopped
what we were doing so we could get 'Nissa to their room. The door
opened and a tall black man was standing there, waiting to go to the
lobby. He moved aside as we exited, then entered the elevator, hitting
the button as he turned to the door. 'Nissa, just on the verge of being
out of control, flipped up the front of her dress, flashing her pussy
at the guy. I could see his eyes light up and a huge grin on his face
as the doors closed.

She was laughing, and I couldn't do anything but shake my head in
disbelief at her as Tom gathered her into his arms, almost running as
he headed to the room. He handed me the key, so I unlocked the door,
and we piled in, almost sprawling in the floor in our haste to get
inside before that guy came back. Denissa wasted no time, however. She
wanted it and wanted it NOW. I closed the door as she and Tom exchanged
another hot kiss, then she grabbed me and kissed me as hard as she had
Tom. Her hands were on my pants, then Tom's pants, freeing our cocks as
quickly as she could.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she said, kneeling down to examine her trophies. She
stuck out her tongue and began licking us together, pulling us to her
whether we wanted to go or not. I didn't mind the male-to-male contact
as long as this was as close as it got, and looked at Tom. His eyes
were on her face, watching as she sucked and licked us, one then the
other, then trying to do us together. She'd suck him, taking him as far
as she could this way, then she'd switch to me, sucking insistently.
She'd stop for a second, jacking us slowly as she watched the
expressions on our faces, then she'd grin and do it again. After a few
minutes of this, Tom had had all he could take, and said "Ohh, babe!
I'm gonna cum!"

'Nissa moved her head back and forth quickly on Tom's cock, jacking on
mine in time with her motions. Tom reached down and held her head as he
started cumming. I could see her throat move as she swallowed: four,
five, six... Tom released her head, and she sucked hard, getting all
she could out of him. He leaned back against the wall, his cock
slipping from between her lips as he moved out of range. She licked her
lips, enjoying the last of his spunk, then turned her attention to me.

"You ready, cowboy?" she asked, "I've felt your eyes and hands on me
all day today. Now it's my turn."

I smiled down at her. "Yes, you sexy vixen. I'm so ready its not even
funny!" She reached up and undid my belt, allowing my pants to fall
around my ankles. Leaning forward, she sucked me into her warm mouth,
bringing a guttural moan as I went all the way in. Her hands felt my
legs, up and down, pulling me closer. As her head moved back and forth
on my cock, her tongue would swirl around the head, sending electric
chills all the way up my spine in response.

I could feel my cum building pressure in my balls, my legs starting to
tremble at her insistent ministrations and she sensed it as well. She
moved her head faster, the sounds of her sucking me loud in the
enclosed space of the foyer. As I began to reach my peak, she reached
behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me as deeply into her mouth and
throat as she could, her moan vibrating my cock almost like we were
connected at her vocal cords.

Unable to hold out one second longer, I whispered "Ohhh, Denissa!" and
began to flood her mouth with my semen. Her eyes flickered up at me as
I started cumming, and she sucked even harder on my manhood, draining
me, swallowing as fast as I was cumming. She held me in her mouth, her
tongue still moving over my cock, even after I had finished. The
sensations were incredible as it had been far too long since I'd had
sex, and I'd almost forgotten how wonderful a woman's mouth feels.

Still trembling, I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her
expression was one of satisfaction and triumph at her accomplishment.
She ran her fingers over her lips, then sucked on it to make sure she
hadn't missed a drop. Tom stepped close to us again and said "Oh,
honey! That was beautiful to watch!" She smiled, and then looked a
little startled as Tom pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

They melted into the kiss, enjoying the moment, eventually breaking off
so we could continue. Denissa took my hand and pulled me toward the
bedroom, but I had to stop her long enough to remove the rest of my
clothing before I broke my neck on my pants. Tom took the opportunity
to do the same, and mere minutes later, a fully dressed Denissa was
leading two naked men into their bedroom.

She turned as she got to the bed and held her arms up, saying, "Who
wants to do the honors?" Tom and I looked at each other, then said in
unison "We do!" She giggled as we each took one side of her dress and
pulled it inside out over her head. I popped the hook on her bra, and
Tom pulled it off her arms, and there she stood, clothed only in garter
belt, stockings, heels and a smile.

Posing there for a second, she collected the memories of the looks we
were giving her, savoring the lust and amorous expressions we couldn't
help but show. Then, in a dramatic swoon, she fell back onto the bed;
arms and legs both splayed wide saying, "Take me, boys! I'm yours!"

Neither Tom nor I wasted a second climbing onto the bed to be with her.
Working as a team, we kissed her face, our hands each caressing the
breast nearest us. I moved down her body, kissing her neck, then down
the top of her breast, stopping to first lick then suck on her nipple.
As it hardened, I gnawed lightly on it and was rewarded with a moan
from her as I did. I moved back to the foot of the bed, kissing my way
down her stomach as I did so, pausing only long enough to kiss her
belly button, getting a giggle for my efforts.

After I moved out of the way, Tom started paying close attention to her
breasts. Kissing and nibbling on the soft flesh, sucking on her
nipples, lightly running his tongue on the sensitive underside, sending
goose bumps up her arms. As Tom had her distracted, I took the
opportunity to move between her legs, relishing the feel of the nylons
against my arms and face as I kissed my way up one leg, then down the
other, the scent of her skin and the stockings mixing with the musky
scent of her sex. I planted a kiss right on top of her mound, and then
dipped my tongue into the top of her slit, finding the little man in
the boat standing in rapt attention. I swirled my tongue around it,
then licked between her lips, opening her slightly so I could get at
her sweet nectar contained within. She moved her knees up, allowing me
easier access, which brought the silky nylons across my ears, which I
enjoyed immensely.

She moved her head to Tom's lap and started licking and sucking on his
cock, bringing him slowly back to life. We stayed like this for several
minutes as Tom became harder and harder, and 'Nissa came closer and
closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Denissa's breathing quickened and I could
feel her start to tremble as her orgasm began its course.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!!!" she moaned, Tom's cock still firmly planted in
her mouth. She clamped her legs around my head, effectively making sure
I stayed put until she finished cumming. Her juices flowed copiously,
coating my chin, as I couldn't keep up with her. Then, without warning,
her legs opened, releasing my head from that nylon vise. I almost fell
in the floor when she did that. Tom moved his hand down her body,
fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, trailing down to her pussy.
His fingers touched the top of her pussy, just enough to touch her hair
and she reacted "Noooo, Tom! Its soooo sensitive!" He grinned, ignoring
her weak attempts to stop his hand, and moved his finger up and down
her slit. She jumped as he touched her clit, moaning as aftershocks
from the orgasm coursed through her body. He moved around to where I
was, taking my place between her legs. He knelt between them then laid
his cock on the opening to her vulva, and slowly began to push his way
in.

"Ohhhhh, Tom!" she moaned as his cock began to fill her pussy. She
brought her legs around his back and pulled him all the way into her.
When he was in all the way, he stopped for a moment, relishing the
feelings on his body. Her legs, her warmth, the feel of her stockings.
He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but faster and
faster as she loosened to accommodate him. He shifted her legs from his
back to in front of him on his shoulders. He started to fuck her hard
again, then stopped long enough to remove her shoes, keeping them from 
putting out an eye.

That task accomplished, he started again in earnest, pounding into her
repeatedly as she writhed and moaned under him. After a couple of
minutes, he moved off her saying "We have a guest, honey. I think we
need to include him, don't you?" She grinned and turned over, getting
into the doggie position. Tom re-entered her from behind as she
beckoned me to her face. I got back on the bed and moved to her. She
sucked my half-hard cock into her willing mouth, beginning again her
wonderful actions. I could feel every time Tom fucked into her, as I
would be taken deeper into her mouth each time. Only a few moments
after we started, she began moaning around my cock, then I felt her
lips tighten as her second orgasm hit. She squealed, the sound muffled
since her mouth was full, and the sensation on my cock was intense.

As her orgasm wound down, she released my cock from her mouth, and laid
her head down on the bed, resting for a moment. Tom moved from behind
her and motioned for me to take his place. My now hard cock was more
than ready, so I took his place, ready to enjoy his wife. I looked down
at her pussy, open and waiting, slightly reddened from Tom's
activities. I placed my cock where his had been only a moment before,
then began my own decent into Denissa's velvet tunnel.

I was forced to assume I was slightly larger than Tom as her pussy was
unbelievably tight. As I slowly sank into her depths, her head lifted
off the bed and her back began to arch. A low moan started deep in her
chest, and increased in volume and pitch the farther I burrowed into
her.

"Ohhh, Goodddddd," she said when I finally stopped. I pulled back out
slowly, torturing her with the sensations. "Mmmmmmph!" was all I could
hear from her. I began to push back in, and she pushed back in
response. We began our mutual movements, back and forth, getting a
little faster, a little harder each time.

She leaned forward again, resting her upper body on the bed as I
continued to fuck in and out of her hot pussy. "MMmm! MMmm! Mmmm!" she
moaned every time I'd hit home. Her vocalizations became more
insistent. "Ohhh, fuck me!" she growled out, "Fuck me hard!"

I shifted my legs outside of hers to get a better angle, and she
proceeded to lie completely flat on the bed, her pert ass begging to be
handled. "God!" she moaned "pound me hard!" And not wanting to
disappoint, I began to fuck her harder, my cock plowing into her pussy
time and time again, my balls slapping the bare skin of her legs above
her stocking tops. From nowhere, I felt my orgasm begin to hit, the
force of my ejaculations setting Denissa off like a stick of dynamite.
She buried her face in a pillow to muffle her own screams as her orgasm
sent electricity charging through her veins, blast after blast of my
cum hitting everywhere in her pussy. Finally spent, I laid on top of
her to rest, our breathing rasping in our chests. I knew I was probably
too heavy to be comfortable, so I leaned up to get off of her. She
moved her legs up, cupping my ass with those silken limbs, pulling me
deep into her one more time before I extracted my cock from her now
sodden pussy.

As I moved off the bed, Tom replaced me on top of her saying "Mmmm,
baby. That was soo hot! But you're not through yet." Carefully, he
began to guide his cock into her cum-filled pussy causing her eyes to
fly open at the contact. He sank all the way into her buttery opening
causing a slight squishing sound as his cock found its way to the
bottom. I crawled to where they were and placed my hands on her ass,
spreading her cheeks wide so Tom and I could watch his cock spearing
into her cunt, a white froth being formed by the cum.

Tom and I continued to switch off the rest of the night, until around 3
AM when we were all finally too tired to continue. When 'Nissa got off
the bed to go to the bathroom, the cum oozed out of her pussy and down
her legs, coming to rest in the tops of her stockings, soaking them. 
Tom and I looked at each other, then we both grinned huge grins of
satisfaction. Denissa walked back into the room sans stockings and
garter belt and saw our smiles. Smiling back at us, she crawled back in
the bed where we all three slept until noon.

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Hope is a Good Thing

The next morning found me waking up with Denissa's mouth wrapped around
my cock, sucking me both awake and back to life. All I could do was lie
there and enjoy as she worked on me. Her lips and tongue doing an
absolute magical dance on my cock. As soon as I was erect, she swung
her leg over and seated herself solidly on my dick. She sat upright,
leaning back slightly so she could get the maximum penetration from
that angle. With her head leaned back, she sighed and moaned as my cock
tickled her cervix.

I caressed her stomach, and allowed my hands to creep upward, cupping
her breasts in my hands. She started grinding her hips on me with a
rotating motion, and rubbed her legs and body with her hands. Still
grinding on me, she cupped her breasts with my hands between her hands
and the soft flesh of her tits. As the grinding motion continued, she
moaned deeply, and started gripping my hands, causing me to grip her
breasts tightly.

All at once, she let go of my hands and lurched forward, trusting me to
keep her from falling into me. I wrapped my arms around her back and
she started riding back and forth on my cock. Licking my lips, she
started a deep, passionate kiss which lingered for a moment, then she
raised up on her hands and started riding me harder. She leaned down
and kissed me again, then shifted up so I could lick and suck on her
breasts. I captured her nipple with my mouth, and sucked on the
nipple, pulling it lightly through my teeth. "Ooooo! C'mon cowboy," she
hissed. "Bite me harder!" I clamped a little harder on her nipple, and
she rose up, pulling it taut as I held it. Her breath gasped out as she
started riding me harder, the edginess of the light pain in her nipple
and the sensations in her pussy becoming the building blocks for her
orgasm. She leaned in, and I released her nipple only to have it
replaced with the other one. I clamped down on it, and she did the same
thing again, except this time, she pulled on her other nipple with her
fingers. She rode like that for a couple moments, then let go, so I let
go also. Then she got up off of me, and turned around facing away from
me. From this position, she grabbed my cock at the base and started
settling back onto it, but instead of letting it slide back into her
pussy, she placed the head of it at the puckered rosebud of her anus.

Slowly, slowly she pressed downwards and I could tell this wasn't
something she did very often. Suddenly, her sphincter popped open and
my cock began to invade her ass. When the head of my dick started in,
she stopped and started breathing hard, trying to get used to something
being there. Eventually, I could feel the walls of her anus relaxing to
accommodate me. Slowly, she started sinking onto me, my cock plowing
its way into her inch by inch.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, that sexy behind was solidly
seated on my pelvis, my cock buried to the hilt in her. She stopped for
a moment to rest, then started moving back up my shaft, then back down,
slow at first but as she loosened up, she started riding me again, much
as she had before. Her legs were doing all the work and I knew she
probably wasn't enjoying it much. I could see Tom sitting in a chair at
the end of the bed watching his wife in action, so I knew she was
putting on a bit of a show for him. I instructed her, "Lean back on
me."

She stopped, looking back and wondering what I was doing. "Trust me," I
continued, "Lean back." Walking backwards with her hands, she started
leaning back. I put my hands under the top of her back to support her
as she came down until she was lying on my chest. I wrapped my arms
around her, and planted a small kiss on her neck which brought a soft
sigh from her lips. I spread my legs slightly causing hers to open a
bit wider, then reached down and started playing with her pussy as I
started fucking into her ass again. Tom was leaning forward, watching
intently at the coupling of our genitals, so I raised my legs up,
opening her wide, giving him a graphic view of my cock sliding in and
out of her ass.

Getting onto the end of the bed, he moved my hand from her clit and
replaced it with his tongue. I could tell Denissa loved that as she
began moaning again in seconds. Tom rose up and placed his cock into
her pussy, causing 'Nissa to moan loudly and increasing the tightness
of her asshole around my cock exponentially. "Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!"
Denissa growled each time he fucked into her, forcing the air from her
lungs.

Needless to say, he didn't last long with the pure animal lust and
eroticism he was seeing and being a part of. He plowed into her hard,
one last time and held his position. I could feel his cock through the
thin wall between us as it spurted time after time into his wife's
pussy.

Finally spent, he pulled out, still leaving her impaled on my cock. She
was limp as a rag doll, and getting heavy, so I moved her legs inside
of mine, then rolled over on top of her, still buried in her ass.
(Thank God for king sized beds, otherwise we would've hit the floor!)

"Ohh, cowboy!" she moaned under me "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I raised up on my hands and knees, relishing the sight of my dick in
her asshole, then started fucking her. Easy at first to get her used to
the angle, then harder. But it wasn't enough for 'Nissa.

"Harder, cowboy, harder!" she cried "FUCK my ass HARDER!"

I started giving her everything I had. My cock became a blur as I
slammed into her. The taut cheeks of her ass rippled with my impact and
my balls slapped loudly against her skin in the quietness of the
bedroom. Denissa started clawing at the sheets, pulling them loose from
the corners of the bed. Her moans and screams muted by the mouthful of
covers she was biting on. "Oh, God, YES. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck
me" she mumbled repeatedly through the covers.

She grabbed a pillow and slammed her face into it and suddenly, without
any other warning, her asshole clamped hard on my invading dick as she
came. HARD! She came so hard that it felt like she was going to cut me
off, and then spasm after spasm wracked her loins. I couldn't stand any
more and started cumming. Deep in her bowels I came, spurt after spurt
of hot, molten lava spewed from my cock. Denissa screamed into the
pillow each time I blasted forth with a new volley.

Afterward, the silence in the room was deafening. The only sounds left
were the labored breaths she and I drew raggedly in, trying to restore
oxygen to our depleted bodies. I started to get up, but Denissa moved
her hands behind her and grabbed my ass, holding me firmly in place.
"Don't move." she demanded. "I want to remember this. My first time and
it was SO incredible!"

I was stunned that I'd been given the privilege of taking her anal
cherry. I leaned down, kissing her cheek. She rolled her face up more
and we made it into a real kiss, one that made as many memories as the
sex had moments before.

I hugged her close for a moment, and then got up, my cock popping out
of her anus like a cork. She suddenly had this... expression ... on her
face and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom to release all the cum
that she'd accumulated. I found a towel that she'd dropped on the end
of the bed and wiped down a bit. Tom was still sitting in the chair
he'd been in earlier. "That was incredible," he said to me.

"You've got a wonderful wife, my friend," I replied. "You're a very
lucky man."

He grinned at me. "Yeah, I know. I've known it for years, but this
experience has meant the world to me."

I nodded, smiling, wishing Andy and Tom could've been going at it too.
Although I understood the emotions he was feeling, I didn't know them
from experience.

We cleaned up and had room service deliver breakfast (at one in the
afternoon, no less!). They were leaving today to go back to North
Carolina, so I kissed Denissa good-bye, and shook hands warmly with
Tom. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers, and I promised to visit
them soon.

As I was about to step into the hall, I had a thought and asked Tom if
he was interested in doing some furniture pieces on a national scale.
He seemed interested, so I promised to have my business agent call him
when he got home. Maybe we could get together more often than we'd
thought! That brought a smile to Denissa's face, although I figured Tom
would be getting to see his newly super-hot wife entertain more cocks
than just mine. Hank came to mind as a definite possible.

I rode the elevator to my room going over in my mind the last three
days. It had been a good three days. Denissa was right. She'd helped me
as much as I'd helped them. I'd gotten to learn as much as I'd taught.
They were happy with everything that had happened and so was I.

"A good thing I'd overheard that conversation." I smiled to myself as I
walked to my suite.

I unlocked the door only to hear the phone ringing. I hurried to it
thinking "What'd I forget in their room?"

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi," Came a very familiar voice from the handset. "I think we should
talk. It's been long enough." Andy.

~end~

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I know this story turned out to be a bit longer than I'd originally
intended, but I've come to learn that a story, much as life itself,
takes its own path. Usually dragging us along, kicking and screaming in
the process. I hope you liked it. Or, I hope you at least found parts
of it you liked.

As with any work of fiction, there are always elements of truth in
them. Some are real truths, already in existence. Some are truths that
we come to find as we go through life. And some are truths that we hope
to discover somewhere along the way. Some truths however, we are forced
to accept whether we want to or not, while others we have to have help
to explore. I've written this story for several reasons. First and
foremost to scratch my itch to write. Secondly to entertain you, the
reader.

I would appreciate any comments you care to share as the positive ones
let me know that I'm headed in the right directions, and the negative
ones help make me a better writer. And, as I don't get paid to write
(yet! *g*) and none of the other writers that post stories here get
paid either, its all the compensation we get.. *smile* Sooo.. Comment
away!!

Thanks in advance....

Max