As she stepped under the spray to rinse her hair, she suddenly felt his
hands on her shoulders. “Mmmm”, she mumbled, and leaned back against
his strong chest, as his hands rubbed along her shoulders and down her
arms. She could feel his hardness agains her buttocks, and wiggled
against it playfully as his hands roamed up her sides, finally encircling
her and moving up to her breasts. He playfully tickled the edges and
the undersides, but eventually his fingers found their way to her nipples,
which had gotten hard almost at his first touch. He squeezed her nipples
as his lips found her neck, and he nibbled his way up to her earlobe,
biting it rather hard, and she jumped.

She turned around then, and their lips met. He pushed his tongue
inside her mouth, his arms encircling her, and she reached down
to touch his maleness. She took it in her hand, caressing it
gently, rubbing the shaft and moving a finger down to caress the
his testicles. He arched his back, pushing himself against her belly
as his erection grew. She knelt down and planted a kiss on the tip.
He moaned, and ran his fingers through her hair as the water of the
shower rained down around her, and she took his penis into her mouth.
She could taste the saltiness of it, and she ran her tongue around
the head, feeling his flavor in the whole of her mouth before she
started to suck on him. Her right hand encircled his shaft,
and she began to rhythmically stroke him in time with the action
of her mouth.

She could feel his excitement grow, as the water ran down her face,
and she took more of him into her mouth. She moved her hand back to
caress his testicles and drew almost his complete shaft into her
throat. She generated as much suction as she could, and started to
use her mouth to move him in and out, taking his entire length into
her throat on the deep stroke. Rhythmically she stroked, faster and
faster, and finally with a groan, he reached orgasm. She took him out
of her mouth then, and let the water of the shower run across his
penis to clean it.

He pulled her up from her knees and smiling, lifted her in his arms and
carried her from the shower. He took a large, fluffy bath towel
and began to dry her shoulders and worked down to her back, then putting
his arms around her to dry her breasts and stomach. Kneeling, he toweled
off her legs and feet, and as she stood ran a teasing finger up the
inside of her leg, almost to her sex. She trembled a little at the
sensation, and even more as his finger began to trace the inside of
her thigh. He moved his fingers up to gently brush the folds of skin
around her vulva, massaging and kneading the tender flesh, and sending
shock waves through her body with every motion. Her legs began trembling,
and he pulled her down next to him. She lay on her back. He knelt
between her legs and lightly licked the inside of her thigh. She
moaned, and spread her legs more widely as he licked higher onto
her vulva, teasing it gently for a second before retreating and licking
at her other thigh. She reached her hands down to his hair, and
gently stroked his head and caressed the muscles of his neck as he
blew gently on her clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked on
it gently, causing her to gasp. Then he pulled back and began to use
his tongue in earnest, sometimes quickly, other times slower, moving
it vertically or making slow, lazy circles around her clit. He worked
a quick finger inside of her and penetrated deeply, and moved it in
and out in the rhythm of his tongue moving against her clitoris.
She moaned at the feelings he was inducing in her body,
and as they intensified she orgasmed, writhing, on the floor.

He looked up at her and smiled, and then crawled up her body to lie
on top of her. She put her arms around him and luxuriated in his
maleness, his smell and the texture of his body on top of her. Soon she
could feel him becoming hard again, and she parted her legs to let
him enter. He slid in smoothly, and they lay motionless for a moment,
enjoying the sensation of her vaginal walls around him. Eventually
he started to thrust himself rhythmically into her, moving his hips
against hers, and she rose up to meet him on each deep thrust. She
put her arms around his back, caressing his strong muscles and his
buttocks, pulling him even more deeply inside of her. His mouth
found hers, not gently, and they savagely kissed, his tongue forcing
itself into her mouth in time with his strokes. He groaned, and she
could feel him starting to spasm inside of her. The sensation brought
her to her own orgasm, and they came together, shuddering.

He stayed inside of her as they lay together in the afterglow,
enjoying the sensations of each others’ body, their arms around
each other, until, smiling, she pushed him off of her, giving
him one last kiss, to return to the shower that he had so rudely
interrupted…

I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house
that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a “mental health”
day rather than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school,
so I had the house to myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the
front doorbell ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to answer
it.

“Hi Jim. Can I come in?”

It was Cindy, who had been my wife’s best friend. I couldn’t
imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn’t think
of a good reason not to let her in.

“Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and sat
down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm,
late Spring day and she had on a pair of shorts and a halter top which
did little to conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy
is 40, but you’d never know it. She has the body of a 20 year old and
she knows how to show it off. It used to bug Lana (my wife) sometimes
when she’d come over in one of her special outfits, but Lana didn’t have
anything to worry about in the looks department herself, so it was never
a real problem. Cindy has dark brown hair and brown eyes, stands about
5-5 and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has tight curves.

She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I came over this morning.”
“Well, yes, I guess you could say that.”

“I need your help with a problem.”

“Oh?” I was thinking to myself that she should be having this
conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that.

“Bob can’t help me with this problem. In fact, he’s the
problem, or at least part of it.”

“Sounds to me like you need a marriage counsellor.”

“Bob would never go. And besides, we can’t afford it right
now.” “So, how do you think I can help?”

“Well, ” she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point
of making some startling statement, “I want you to help Bob perform
better sexually.”

The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees.
It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room
seemed very loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands
which were folded at her knees.

“In what way?”

“Bob doesn’t believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman,
though he doesn’t mind asking me to perform it on him.”

“You’re kidding.” I’d heard of guys like that, but I never
would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always
gotten along well, though I wouldn’t say that our relationship had been
as close as Cindy and Lana’s had been.

To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling a
little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn’t give her head. I
supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to
convince him of the error of his ways.

I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as
Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her
and twisted to face me.

“Does he satisfy you in other ways?”

“Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I have
orgasms most of the time. But it’s very frustrating to hear about other
women whose husbands and boyfriends give head when mine won’t. We argue
about it more and more now. We haven’t had sex for about a month.”

“Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends.”

“Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with each
other. She knew about Bob’s reluctance and she wanted to tell you about
it, but I wouldn’t let her. She also told me what a wonderful lover you
were and how she had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on.
She especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you gave her
head. Did you really used to do it for an hour at a time … until she
begged you to stop because she couldn’t stand the pleasure any more?”

“I didn’t put a stopwatch to it Cindy,” I chuckled, a little
embarrassed at Cindy’s knowledge of what I had thought to be private
matters, “but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving
her pleasure in that way. Damn, I miss that woman.”

I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great
times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to fuck and we
did it as often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after the
kids came along, the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In
fact, the day she was killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a
little “afternoon delight.” Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end to
my beautiful wife and our wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I thought
of Lana and the good times we had, my prick would spring to life and I
would get a powerful urge to go and jack off just to relieve the
pressure. Usually, I resisted.

I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and put
her arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest.

“I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?”

I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I
still can’t explain what happened next, but suddenly our lips met, my
arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the way friends kiss,
but like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each began a
slow, passionate exploration of the other’s mouth.

Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.

“I need you to do more than talk to Bob,” Cindy whispered
breathlessly. “I’m as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A month without
any sex has me just about headed for the loony bin. Please Jim, go down
on me.”

By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the fabric
of the shorts I was wearing and my balls had taken over my brain. Not
having had sex for a year, I nearly ripped her clothes off right there
and fucked her brains out. I did have the self-discipline remaining to
escort her to my bedroom, however, and we were soon naked on my large,
lonely, king size waterbed, where we resumed kissing and each began a
gentle anatomy survey. “What a cock you have, Jim. It’s even bigger
than Bob’s.”

“I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock.”

“I’m hoping to get some of each.”

“All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let’s have a
look at you,” I smiled as I pulled away from her to examine her nude
form. She smiled back and seemed to enjoy my visual inspection as she
moved this way and that to show her body to its best advantage. I just
loved the way her tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out
even though she was laying on her back. Her nipples were large and
hard, sticking straight up from the base of her comparatively small and
very dark areolas. Her narrow waist and flat tummy lead down to a set
of perfectly shaped hips and long, handsomely formed legs. I did see
one small problem however. “I think that I can see one reason why Bob
is a little reluctant to go down on you,” I said pointing to the thick,
heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of Cindy’s thighs, “One of
the secrets of good male to female oral sex, in my humble opinion, is a
trim pubic patch, or better yet, no pubic patch at all. Don’t go away,
I’ll be right back.”

I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my
barbering tools, remembering activities which had become almost a ritual
for Lana and me.

“Didn’t Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat down
there?” I asked as I arranged everything to my satisfaction.

“Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you planning
to shave off all of my pussy hair?”

“No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral sex.
Actually, it’s not that much more than many women do in order to wear
those string bikinis.”

She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her ass and
used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark bush until only a short
stubble remained on the area I intended to shave. The other area, at
the very top of her pubic mound, I trimmed only slightly for the sake of
neatness. Then, after using a warm, wet washcloth to moisten the area
to be shaved, I applied a thick coating of a special shaving jell for
sensitive skin and went to work with my razor. When I was finished, she
had a tiny patch of pubic hair left on the top of her mound, but the
rest was as bare and smooth as a baby’s butt.

I placed a mirror in front of her pussy and let her have a look
at my handiwork. I also got rid of the towel and my tools while she
conducted her inspection.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, “This is the first time I’ve ever really
taken a look at myself down there.” She worked the folds of her pussy
open with her fingers to examine herself more closely. Her inner lips
were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips.
I began to massage the area with a special, soothing, oil.
Cindy laid back on the bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving me
complete access. Finishing the massage with some gentle strokes to both
sets of pussy lips, I removed the towel and got ready for the job at
hand, or should I say mouth.

I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees
back a little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful
cunt, and she was hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a
light kiss right at the top of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I
bypassed the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the
insides of her thighs, switching from one side to the other, bathing my
senses in the silken feel of her skin, the taste of her light perfume,
the odor of sexual excitement pouring from her frothy cunt.

Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off
the bed and began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them
lightly with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I
believe, a little frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I
wanted her to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I
continued to tease her.

“C’mon, Jim,” she moaned, “don’t tease me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what I want … please.”

“Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it.”

She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly as
she sought to press her pussy into my face. She did not want to say the
words, but I was determined to make her say them. I continued to kiss
and nip the area all around her now superheated sex flesh with out
contacting it directly.

“Lick me,” she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.

“Nooooo … lick my …. lick … lick my …”

“Lick your what Cindy?”

“Lick my … pussy,” she gasped.

I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was now
leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant which crawled
slowly down her ass crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny
trail across her tightly puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor
of her sex was like a narcotic for me, and one which I had gone too long
without. I began to slowly, but very firmly, massage her major labia
with my tongue, working first one side and then the other. Cindy liked
this very much, which she indicated by pushing her hips up off the bed
to increase the pressure. I continued the tongue massage for a few
minutes and then switched tactics, taking as much of one of her thick
outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on it. The
thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was newly responsive, and
taking it between my lips also caused me to come into contact with the
super sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with my lips and
tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked.

Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep in
the back of her throat. I thought she was going to come right there and
I hadn’t even gotten to her clit yet. The scene reminded me so much of
the many times I had done this to Lana that I almost began to weep.

Cindy’s eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two handfuls of
bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a
real challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged
between clenched teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.

I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them
into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing her to lift
her hips off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue.
Meanwhile, I was also using the index finger of my right hand to very
gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia, very carefully
avoiding her clit. Her own juices and my saliva had combined to make a
real swamp out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed
beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste and smell of feminine
flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual thirst.

She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from side to
side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how good
it felt and how close she was to coming.

Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched tactics
and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner
pussy lips, brushing her clitoral ridge, without touching the
hypersensitive tip, on each pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat of
my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the
thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was attacking
with my mouth. She began to come, her whole body tensing into something
like the rictus of death, then relaxing, then tensing again as wave
after wave of pleasure overtook her. As soon as I felt her start to
come, I immediately began to flick the head of her very erect, very
large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Cindy
screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the windows
were closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been able to hear
her.

My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a
little and let her come down, still maintaining contact with my tongue
and lips, but avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment,
noting that it had retracted back into its folds of skin, though the
flesh was still firm and erect underneath its protective covering. Her
body was still undulating, though not with the force of a few moments
ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through my
hair. She apparently thought I was done. Boy was she ever wrong.

I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down
at me from between her high, proud, breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual
satisfaction on her face.

“Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever
experienced.”

“Well, I’m a little out of practice, but thank you anyway. Now
lay back and relax. I’m not done eating yet.”

“Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean
there’s more?”

“Lana wasn’t kidding when she told you these sessions lasted a
long time. I am a man who really enjoys going down on a woman,
particularly a woman who tastes as good as you.”

Without waiting for a response, I began once again to massage
her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something
new. Using the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the
depths of her vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would
be there, and finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried
beneath her vaginal roof, better known as the Grafenburg Spot. I was
sure that she had never been given a g-spot orgasm before, and I meant
to show her what that experience was like.

I was also hoping that she shared a trait with my late wife, who
had been a prolific female ejaculator.

Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips,
pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my
tongue to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her
clitoral ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.

“Oh, Jim … that’s good. What are you doing … I’ve never
felt anything like this … Oh yeah …. finger fuck me … lick my
clit … make me come …” Cindy began moaning and mumbling snatches of
words and phrases like these as I once again pushed her up the ladder
towards orgasm.

Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of
her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at
her clit and a little time probing the opening of her little piss hole
right at the top of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed,
though it must have been about four minutes or so, she was at the edge
of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I suddenly felt the inside of her
pussy clamp down hard on my fingers just as her piss hole began to push
itself inside out, opening wide and spurting a jet of womanly fluid into
my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to
work her g-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of which escaped
me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid streamed past my lips.
This was a taste I had missed, and once again I nearly wept at the
memories it brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn at
its mother’s breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I
slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and
licked off the thick coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on
them. Giving her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from
between her legs to lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my
hand over her pubic mound and gently massaged the entire area.

“I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?”

Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a
comment, “You can say that again. Jim, I’ve read about the g-spot, but
reading and experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I
thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care.
I didn’t piss on you, did I?”

I laughed. “No, you didn’t piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman can do that.
Lana could, and I didn’t know if you could or not. You can have a g-
spot orgasm without shooting your come, but I was hoping you would be a
shooter. I just can’t get enough of that stuff.”

She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the excess
pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long, deep kiss.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, smiling mischievously.

But, yes, I loved her mind.

I thought I knew her mind. We allow such illusions to lull us;
there was much I didn’t see until that gloomy November evening.

I was going to see her at her apartment that evening. It was
early, and the sky was gray with the anemic fall light that
shines between rains. I was expected; I was almost always ex-
pected, always welcome, so I wasn’t concerned when she didn’t
answer my knock at the door. Most probably she was upstairs in
her bedroom, and hadn’t heard me. I let myself in.

Sixth sense. There are those who laugh but I have felt one at
times. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of
place in her apartment, no more so than usual. She had often
told me that she and I are complementary beings: I am neat and
she is not. The disarray, she said, comforted her. Nothing
complicated about that, and nothing unusual about the drift of
objects accumulated on the table. Nothing unusual in the way her
work was strewn about, drawings and sketches arranged in some
crazily logical assembly across the floor.

So how did I know that something was very different? I felt it
somehow, but I knew it when I heard her cry out. I’ve said that
I know her body. I know the way it moves, the way it accommo-
dates, the way it welcomes, and the way it reacts. The way she
reacts. I knew that cry, knew it as almost a trophy that I had
always been smugly proud of producing, of possessing.

Ann has never been a quiet lover.

I heard her cry as I was walking up the short flight of stairs to
her room. My first thought was one of betrayal. This was the
more primitive reaction, the kind of thing I earnestly try to
squelch in myself. I don’t like to think of myself as such a
petty person, though Ann herself has no such compunction. I know
what she would feel in the same situation, and, though I am
slightly ashamed to admit it, I had always thought myself more
advanced, more rational than she is. Hearing her cry and knowing
the sudden rush of jealousy put that to rest.

But was I jealous? I stopped to ponder this as I had stopped on
the stairs. Did I want to go down the stairs again and handle
the situation with my typical nonchalance, with what Ann calls my
typical brick wall approach? Did it even matter at all? Or did
I want to continue on to her room? Did I want to confront her,
confront her lover? Did I simply want to see whom she had cho-
sen–because there has never been any doubt in my mind that she
is the one who will choose, always?

And could I deny that I was becoming almost unbearably excited by
the whole situation?

The feeling of betrayal and hurt died as I stood there on the
stairs as other, more interesting, feelings replaced them.
Curiosity. Astonishment. A grudging respect. And, well, tearing lust.

The heat that had spread through my body as I imagined the scene
decided me. Was he dark or fair? I knew how she would look; the
pink of her newly-warmed skin and the wide-eyed look of surprise
that came over her in moments of excitement would not be new to
me. But her lover? What kind of man had she chosen? I pictured
her astride his body, her head tilted so she could watch his
face. Her beneath him, her ankles resting on his shoulders, her
hands caressing his face.

These images clouded my mind so that I couldn’t remember walking
up the rest of the stairs once I found myself at her door. I
turned the knob and opened the door, feeling the blood pound in
my body as I heard her sigh, a low, long sound that evoked other,
more familiar scenes.

And did I expect the two of them to leap apart like guilty teen-
agers upon the arrival of a parent? They didn’t.

She was lying on her back, knees spread wide apart, arms above
her head, crossed at the wrists. He was curled at the foot of
her bed, with his head between her thighs. Apparently they
hadn’t heard me come in.

Or so I thought. Ann had. She turned her head slightly to look
at me, opening her eyes slowly, disoriented but aware. Her face
was flushed with the force of her recent orgasm, and the smile
she directed at me did nothing to diminish the urgency I felt.
My cock felt uncomfortably stiff as I saw her tremble under the
efforts of her dark-haired lover.

And I know the way she thinks. I know what she was thinking as
she looked at me. She was challenging me, testing me.

You have always wanted this. You’ve wondered how I would move,
how I would sound, how I would look with another man. Stay and
watch, my darling.

She knows the way I think.

The man continued his oral exploration, and from the way Ann
reacted, he was sufficiently skilled. I moved closer to the bed
so I could see his face, and Ann obligingly spread her legs wider
to improve my view. His eyes were closed as he worked on her,
concentrating. I always preferred to watch her as I ate her.
Perhaps he didn’t know the lascivious joy that her face revealed
from time to time, and how arousing that could be.

I could see the pink of his tongue as he licked her and teased
her, finally moving from the slickness of her lips to her clit,
causing her to breathe another sigh of contentment. I watched
him as he flicked it back and forth experimentally, then brought
his lips together and began sucking it. Her hips began to move,
and her head turned slowly to the side, her mouth slightly open
as her breathing came faster.

I wondered if he knew how much she loved having a man put his
fingers inside her as he made her come with his tongue.

And I could see her nipples hardening, see her legs tremble as
her excitement mounted. She opened her eyes to look down at the
man as she has done with me, but he didn’t meet her gaze as I
would have. He missed it, missed that look of astonishment and
delight that came over her face as her orgasm began, as she
gripped the sheets and cried out once again.

Once her tremors had subsided, he moved his face away from her
cunt and looked up. I expected some show of surprise, but there
was none. He smiled slightly at me, and I knew he had seen that
I had, without really being conscious of it, started to stroke
the hardness of my cock through the fabric of my pants.

He looked away from me, though, and turned his attention to Ann’s
breasts, now flushed an eager pink. His lips closed around one
nipple as he tested how sensitive it was. Ann looked at me
again, this time smiling openly at me.

Do I please you? Is this what you thought it would be?

Much more, much more.

And Ann’s nipples, while I am on the subject, are rather respon-
sive. She has been known to come simply from having them
touched, though I haven’t seen it happen. So it came as no
surprise that she reached out for my hand as her lover worked on
one breast, and placed it on her other, closing my hand gently
around the soft warmth of it. Her skin was smooth and warm, and
she sighed with approval as I began to stroke her, caressing her
nipple with my palm.

I know how she likes to be touched. She’s shown me, whispered it
to me. How did he know? He did know, though; I could tell by
the slow smile that spread over her face as he moved his mouth
away from her and mimicked the motions that I was using.

Ann looked first at him, then back at me. As if through some
agreement among the three of us, she sat up and unbuttoned my
shirt, removing it with a mischievous glance at the man beside
her on the bed. Her hands moved then to the zipper of my pants,
and soon I was kicking them off.

I felt enormously uncomfortable standing there naked in front of
Ann’s stranger. I am not a modest person by nature, but I had
never been placed in such a situation. Strangely enough,
though, my discomfort served only to increase my excitement. I
wondered what he was thinking as he looked at me, so obviously
aroused.

Wonderful. You are wonderful.

Ann’s smile told me much as she pulled me down to sit next to her
on the bed. The dark-haired man was stretched out behind us, and
I paid him very little attention as she placed her hands on my
face and kissed me with growing degrees of intensity. Soon she
was sliding her hands over my chest, stopping on every pass to
toy with my nipples.

She knows how to touch me. Her fingers on my skin felt deli-
ciously cool against my warmth and eagerness. I must have sighed
with relief when she finally wrapped her hands around my cock,
because she looked up at me with a questioning gaze.

The best I could offer her was a smile as she began caressing me
with her hands, with a gentle, light pressure as she moved up and
down. I must have been absorbed in the feel of her hands, be-
cause it wasn’t until I felt his mouth close around my nipple
that I realized that Ann’s lover had moved around to where we
were sitting.

I wish I could describe the erotic thrill that jolted through my
body as I watched him lick my skin, closing his lips to
suck–this was the first look I had allowed myself at his face,
and his brow was furrowed as though he were concentrating.
Pretty boy, I thought, looking next at Ann. Her motions had not
ceased, and I felt an unusual shock of excitement as I realized
that she was becoming more aroused by watching the two of us
together.

As if by mutual decision, the two stopped at the same time and
rearranged themselves. Ann leaned down to put her head in my
lap, and the man moved behind me, putting his arms around my
chest and continuing his stimulation of my hard nipples. I could
feel his tongue flicking my ear as Ann’s began to explore my
cock, and all I could think about was the relief that I would
feel once this pressure in my body had been released.

And it was impossible to focus my attention on either one of
them; the sensations were that good. It was as if my entire body
had been reduced (or amplified) into one huge pleasure center,
where it was immaterial who did the pleasing. I felt Ann’s lips
tighten around my cock as it slid deep into her mouth, and I felt
his fingers on my nipples give a sudden hard squeeze.

Too good.

When Ann began using her hands in concert with her mouth, my cock
felt tremendous and swollen, and I thought to ask her to stop.
But I wasn’t able to; the man behind me had turned my head and
began to kiss me.

There was something inherently strange in this, I thought, but it
did not diminish the pleasure I felt at all. It was new and
exciting to feel the harder, more definite kiss of a man, and not
the yielding, melting kiss of a woman.

I liked it. I liked feeling his lips on mine, and I liked the
feel of his tongue in my mouth as his hands wandered now over my
shoulders and into my hair.

It was Ann who stopped, because I couldn’t have stopped her at
this point. She waited until the man had broken our kiss to look
at her expectantly. Following his lead, I looked at her, too, as
if for instructions.

And I found those instructions.

You’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to suck on a man’s
cock. You’ve said so. I’ve told you I’d like to watch you do
it.

Do it.

She pushed the man onto his back so that I could situate myself
comfortably. I had never really looked at a man’s body when he
was excited, much less touched one, and it’s not the same as my
own.

Much nicer. Ann has always been attracted to short men, so he
was not very tall, but I could see how beautifully proportioned
he was. His arms were firm, though not overly muscular, and his
legs were slim and graceful. His chest had only a slight plume
of hair, and he had a flat, smooth abdomen.

Oh, and the way his cock stood out, stiff and solid, against the
whiteness of his skin.

I wanted to touch him all over, to know what it was like for Ann
when she touched a man. First down over his shoulders, then down
his sides. His nipples were not as sensitive as mine, so I moved
on. Down over his hips and the plane of his stomach. His
thighs, outside, then inside.

And I could tell that my touch excited him more. I reached out
to touch his cock, and he took my hand in his to guide me. As I
felt his hardness, his excitement, I became eager to have him in
my mouth, to know how enormous that pleasure can be, to know at
last.

His cock was heavy and hot in the coolness of the room. I leaned
down and began as Ann always did, because it seemed to be a good
starting place. I licked down the length of his cock, stopping
at the head to rub him against my tongue. His sharp intake of
breath assured me that I was not the only one who enjoyed this.
I licked him until his skin slid easily against my hand.

Then I closed my lips around him tightly, very conscious of the
size and girth of his cock. It wasn’t long, but it was clear
that that was not a concern. I took him into my mouth slowly,
letting his cock slide along my tongue, careful not to graze him
with my teeth. Ann sometimes did that when she was eager.

I sucked on him, then, gently at first, but then harder as his
hips began to move in response to my touch. I can’t begin to
describe the powerful feelings that were happening in me as I
felt his cock plunging into my mouth. I felt hot and cold and,
yes, in control.

His breathing was coming faster, now, and I could feel by the
motion of his body that he was about to come. I was so caught
up in his rhythm that I wasn’t concerned, wasn’t ready for him to
stop. The whole universe seemed to have been condensed into this
man’s hard, straining cock.

Ann stopped him, though, by the first word any of us had spoken
since I came in. “Stop,” she breathed, eyes bright and face
flushed. It was clear that she had been enjoying the sight of us
together; her arms crossed over her chest as if to hold herself
back from interfering or joining in.

She reclined on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I could see
her excitement there, see the pink eagerness that overpowers the
shyness in moments of arousal. She was slick and ready, and he
accepted the invitation that she extended him with enthusiasm.

And it was strange; I felt a bit left out of it all until I saw
her level gaze directed at me as he positioned himself above her.

Haven’t you thought about watching me fuck another man? I know
you’ve wanted to. I know you’ve wanted to have me after someone
else has. Let him come inside me.

You watch.

The sight of the two of them as he slid his cock into her slowly
was unbearably gorgeous. There are those who think of sex as a
ridiculous act, but I am not one of them. These two were beauti-
ful together, and I found myself wondering whether she and I
moved so well with each other.

He teased her for a long time before he finally adopted any kind
of rhythm, but by then I think she was too far gone to care. In
certain moods Ann becomes almost mechanical in her orgasms; it is
impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. She was
coming over and over again as he slammed his cock into her, and
if I watched closely I could see that his cock was covered with
her wetness.

She has never been a quiet lover. Her sighs and her little gasps
of surprise recalled countless erotic images, with her and with
others. My cock felt uncomfortably hard, and I took it in my
hands and began masturbating as I watched the two of them.

It wasn’t long before Ann was almost crying in her arousal, and I
knew that he would finish soon by the determination on his face.
“Come inside me, please. Do it hard,” she whimpered, and with a
long sigh of relief he did, continuing his thrusting as her body
tensed against his.

By this time I was avid for some release, so as soon as he moved
away I touched Ann, touched the warm, flushed skin of her cheek
and told her, “I want you now. I don’t want to wait.”

She opened her eyes and offered me a weak smile. She spoke to me
for the first time since I had entered. “As you wish,” she told
me, sounding breathless and flustered.

It would be difficult to capture the eroticism of tasting her
juices mingled with his, as I did when I bent to lick her. The
scent of her excitement was heavy and fresh, and I attacked her
cunt with my tongue and my lips, not really conscious of much but
the sounds she made and the way she moved as I teased her, plung-
ing my tongue deep inside her, then licking her clit slowly and
deliberately.

And she was coming again, coming still. I felt her hips rock and
her body tense, and she finally edged away from my mouth as she
does when the pleasure becomes too intense. “Come on,” she
whispered, looking at me, glowing with a flush that was almost
feverish. “Hurry,” she urged, as I unfolded my body in prepara-
tion to enter her.

I needed no more coaxing. I placed her ankles atop my shoulders,
because this has always been her position of preference, and I
intended to please her as I pleased myself. I went inside her
deeply on the first stroke, because she was so slick and ready.

The wetness and the warmth of her cunt gripped me and squeezed me
convulsively as I slid my cock in and out of her swollen lips. I
watched her face as she climaxed yet again, and her fingers
worked at her nipples, which were stiff and pink with her arous-
al.

As beautiful a sight as she was there beneath me, I couldn’t help
losing myself in my own excitement. I moved faster and more
regularly in and out of her, feeling the pressure mount in my
body, climbing to a higher peak than I had yet felt that after-
noon. Her hands came up to squeeze my nipples, and I was almost
blinded with the pleasure of her touch.

“Stop,” she said once again, and her command puzzled me. But she
was serious, as serious as she could be in her present state of
unceasing arousal. I stopped, withdrawing with some disappoint-
ment.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back
with a surprising strength. She straddled me then, taking my
cock deep inside her, coming down upon me hard. I think I must
have laughed.

She is really a delightful creature at these times.

And her hands continued to play at my nipples as she moved on top
of me, moving slowly, tilting her hips on every stroke to in-
crease her pleasure. She moved as though she were using me, and
I loved the look of concentration that crossed her face as she
worked toward another climax.

It happened, and as her body shuddered she collapsed, pressing
her body flat against mine, while continuing the motion of her
hips. It wasn’t long, though, before she regained her equilibri-
um and returned astride me, moving now with determination to help
me find the same release that she had been enjoying.

I put my hands on her hips to guide her motions, and we soon
found a rhythm that began my climb to the peak of my arousal. I
could feel the pressure mounting inside me, again, again, almost
painful. I could feel the familiar churning with in my body that
meant that I was about to come.

And with the childlike cry that always amuses her, I did. I felt
myself shooting deep inside her, felt the muscles of her cunt
caress me as my cock and my entire body trembled with my orgasm.
She moved a bit more, satisfying herself and completing my pleas-
ure, before she finally collapsed on top of me again, my cock
still deep inside her.

Time passed, and we stayed like that, with my arms loosely around
her as we both regained our breath. I must have slept, because I
next found myself alone in the bed.

Ann sat in a chair near the bed, watching me as I had slept, an
unreadable expression on her face. There were many questions I
couldn’t answer, many things I wanted to ask her. Something in
her face prevented me, though. Her look was enough.

You wanted this. I wanted this. Don’t question it.

You enjoyed this. I enjoyed this. He enjoyed this.

No questions, please.

I thought I knew how her mind works. I thought I knew her. It
wasn’t until that evening that I learned how little I actually
know. It wasn’t until that evening that I began to understand
how much she was her own creature, with desires and ideas inde-
pendent of mine.

It was certainly nice to have met her.

My wife Susan and I married a little over six years ago. They
have been a great six years. Susan looks fantastic. We walk or
cycle almost everyday. Her body is firmer and tighter, now, than
it was when I met her. She is 5′6″, weighs about 110-115, and
measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes,
a great complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish
bob. In a bikini at the beach every man drools when she walks by.

During our love making Susan and I often talk about inviting other
men to have sex with her. We have fantasized about who we might
ask and during those times our lovemaking has been fantastic.
Several times I thought Susan was ready to try a threesome but
backed out at the last minute. At least she did until tonight.

I arrived home at my usual time around 5:30. Susan asked if I
minded if we went to dinner early. She said she had something to
ask me but she didn’t want to ask me at home. She seemed somewhat
nervous as we drove to a nearby steakhouse. We asked for and
received a table away from the other early diners.

I had no idea what to expect but I can say that every thought
imaginable was running though my mind. Susan hesitated asking her
question until we both nervously ordered our meal. Even then she
hesitated and it was not until our steaks arrived and were half
eaten did she begin.

“Honey, you know how we fantasize when we make love?” she began.
“You mean about you sleeping with another man?” I asked, feeling
my cock begin to stir. “Yes. Were you serious?” she asked. “Yes.
I think so.” I answered. “Well are you sure? Because if you’re
not..” She asked. “I’m sure. I want you too.” I stopped her
sentence. “Why. Have you met someone you want to sleep with.”
well, yes. Yes I have. His name is Rick and he’s a salesman from
Charlotte. He’s ask me out several times but I didn’t know if you
really wanted me to.” “What made you ask this time?” “Because.
Because he’s sexy and I want to. In fact I think I need to sleep
with him.” She said. “What do you mean you need to sleep with
him?” I asked. She told my about ne of her married co-workers that
had dated this man. She had told Susan how great he had been. She
went on to say how she had been told about the size of his cock.
Then she said “And I want him in me. I really want him to fuck
me.”

“Well, if you really want to. I want you to go for it.” I said,
then added. “Next time he’s in town if he ask you to go out.
Accept.” “I did.” She said. “He came to town yesterday and asked.
I accepted for tonight. But if you don’t want me..” Again I
stopped her sentence. “I want you to. I want you to screw his eyes
out.” I said as I leaned over and kissed her lips. “There’s one
other thing you should know. He’s black.”

A vision of my beautiful wife with her tanned silky skin laying
under a black man. Both in a frenzy as they made love flashed
before my eyes. My cock was fully erect now. Straining at my
trousers to free itself. “I won’t go if you object.” Susan said.
Reaching over I took her hand and guided it to my groin. “What do
you think?” I said. “I think you’re going to have sloppy seconds
tonight.” Susan giggled.

Susan’s hand remained in my lap, slowly massaging my swollen cock
as I paid the waitress. We then walked out of the restaurant.
Susan walking before me so I wouldn’t be noticed. Not much was
said until we got back home when Susan said. “I want to make love
to you now but I had rather you wait until I get home. I want to
be fresh for Rick tonight.” She then added that she would have to
hurry or she would be late. She had told Rick that she would meet
him by 8:30 or she would not be coming.

As Susan quickly showered she told me that she was going to meet
Rick at his hotel. She said that they did not plan on going out.
She said Rick had told her that he planned on ‘cumming in’. I
asked if she planned on using protection with Rick. “We talked
about that.” Susan said. “Rick feels like you. That too much
feeling is lost with rubbers and you know how I hate those
things.” Stepping out of the shower she added. “Anyway, I want to
feel his hot cum inside me. Then I’m going to suck him off until
he cums in my mouth.”

Susan dried herself as I watched then she went into the bathroom.
Through the closed door I heard as she cleansed herself with a
douche. The visions of Susan fucking this black stranger was too
much. My balls were beginning to ache. I needed relief myself and
I knew I would have the opportunity after Susan left.

Susan finished dressing, choosing not to wear a bra or panties. “I
would be taking them off in half an hour anyway.” She said. Then
kissing me and saying our “I love you’s.” Susan drove off. She had
not gotten out of the drive before my cock was out. Within seconds
I exploded. The thick, white fluid shot from my cock with a force
I had not known in years.

That was about 8:00 O’clock. It’s just after two now and I’ve
jacked myself to four other climaxes. It’s almost time for Susan
so I’ll close now and place this on the BBS for others to read. I
do hope Susan enjoyed herself. She should, after all she’s been
fucking or sucking Rick for over five hours now. I know I am going
to enjoy a thoroughly messy, cum filled, pussy as Susan tells me
about her date.

faint indentation, as if perhaps a man had slept there? Possibly. Over

there, by the clothes closet, in front of the full-length mirror,

a woman is struggling to pull a pair of too-tight jeans over her ripe

posterior. She is crying softly and calling out a name.

Whose name? Yours.