Dual Intensities - 22,000 words - F solo - MF - MFM - Warning - there
are perhaps a half dozen allusions to MM and one paragraph of MM - I know
there are those who find that squicky so you are warned. Thoughts, comments, criticisms, whatever ~~ shadesofextasy@hotmail.com


   The secret desires that prowl within many individuals are often cloaked
beneath a concealing veil of conservative normalcy, exposed only under
extremely tempting conditions.  The prim soccer mom who, after a few too
many alcoholic drinks at a late-night party, willingly takes on all
participants, male and female alike.  The chubby man who, during a strip
show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the professional girl and
performs with her in front of his cheering friends.  The happily-married
couple who, under group seduction, joins the neighborhood swingers club,
the prim husband finding himself indulging in bisexual fantasies he'd never
dared breathe before.

   Kimberly Castleton was one of these outwardly proper and quite normal
suburban-dwelling people.  Had you told her a mere year ago that double
penetration was the ultimate sex act, she would have scoffed in
self-righteous disgust.  Had you explained that surrendering her anus and
vagina at the same time would take to an entirely different plane of
hedonistic eroticism ~~ a place of primal passion where all her puritanical
inhibitions would disappear entirely, she would sneer in mounting derision.
But had you shown her a pornographic video of two big cocks moving in her
accommodating body, making her so frantic, so crazy with debauched lust,
that she would completely lose control of herself and sustain dazzling
orgasms again and again, she might secretly admit there was within her a
depth of carnal passion no one could never dreamed existed lying coiled
like a sleeping snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.



   Ever since that crucial day last July, when her husband Cooper and a
second man had ravished her in ways she'd never dreamed possible,
Kimberly's life has undergone a fundamental change.  The stranger to her
bedroom has unleashed a cascade of sensual desire in her which can never be
completely dammed, only channeled by urgent, torrid lovemaking.  She has
adapted herself thoroughly to a new regime of wild, unusual menage-a-trois
sex, tinged always with a heady sense of compulsion and illicitness, and
she can hardly remember what it was like before.  Her rapacious body never
seems able to get enough, and her two paramours always succeed in arousing
her to fever pitch, making her more frenzied, more demanding, more willing
each time.  Her well-rounded hips have a new provocative swing to them, she
knows, and she is acutely aware of stranger's eyes on her luxurious
buttocks.  She is revitalized by Cooper's heightened attentions, his body,
his hands, and she has begun to take a new interest in herself, discarding
her country casuals, and wearing new slinky type dresses, low cut blouses,
curve clinging outfits.  She has even begun to pin her hair up
occasionally, even though it isn't really long enough, and letting little
tendrils fall down becomingly over her smooth cheeks.  She has someone who
cares how she looked now, she reasons, feeling younger, more attractive,
more wanted than she has for years.

   Kimberly might never have turned her fantasies into reality, though, if
not for happy accident.  A light drizzle and a leaded sky with drfifting
clouds greeted her when she awoke in the half light of that early morning
nearly a year ago.  She had left the bedroom window open slightly, and the
cool air which blew through the crack rustled the fresh flowers on the
nightstand and rippled across the thin muslin sheet which covered her.  She
stirred; frowning at first as she unconsciously tried to cover herself with
more, then became fully awake and saw that the blanket was knotted at the
foot of the bed.

   `Damnation,' she thought, sitting up abruptly to grab the woolen
blanket. Another night of tossing and turning.  She hated to sleep alone,
and that was the problem.  Her husband was gone on another trip.  Business,
always business, him and his job of managing a half dozen new musicians for
a mid-size Nashville-based record label meant that he never had time to be
a husband to her any more.

   Piqued, she stopped unfolding the blanket.  Sleep was gone now,
impossible in spite of the early hour of the morning.  She stretched
languidly on the bed, releasing the last of her soporific stupor.

   Kimberly giggled to herself as she crossed to the window and shut it,
feeling herself jiggle with the effort.  A little shiver of delight passed
through her stomach as she recalled the number of men at the mall yesterday
who stared at her extravagant breasts, their eyes and the bulge in their
loins hard and wanting.  And of their illicit propositions, even though
most of them knew that she was married ~~ not that she had ever been
unfaithful.  Of course, a little coy flirting never hurt anybody, and it
made her feel so good.  She'd never let the game get out of hand, and she
didn't intend to, but it was nice to know that a woman of her years and
curvaceousness could still attract, still arouse men on a basic, primitive
level.

   Not that her husband seemed to take all that much notice.  Damn, damn ~~
how long had it been this time since she'd had Cooper inside her?  She
leaned on the window sill and stated out at the wind-whipped yard and
answered herself: too long.  How she could have managed this long...

   When Kimberly had thought of those other men who she liked to tease, it
had been with a slight tingle, a surreptitious thrill the way forbidden
thoughts can do.  She enjoyed the passionate sex which she shared with her
husband, wanted and needed it, and was at the moment naked and desirable ~~
and desiring.

   "Hurry up, Cooper," she moaned aloud to herself.  "Hurry up and get
home." Cooper was due in sometime today and she ached to see him again.  It
was always like this, when he was gone.  Not so bad at first, but
progressively more frustrating until by the day he was expected back, she
was nearly crazy with her anticipations and pent-up needs.' I could have
him make love to me from now until Christmas without stopping,' she groaned
inwardly.

   Trying to shake off her carnal cravings, Kimberly willed herself to
start the day proper and went into the closet, wondering what to wear for
the day.  After choosing a simple dress and taking it off the hanger, she
began taking off her nightgown, stripping in a hurry.  When she nakedly
walked into the bathroom and reached into the shower stall to turn on the
water, she caught a momentary glimpse of her reflection in the mirror out
of the corner of her eye.  `Maybe my dirty thirties are behind me, but I'm
not old ~~ why should I give up living?' she asked herself.  It embarrassed
her to admit it, but the voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected in the
mirror made her feel very proud.  She studied the Junoesque image before
her, running her eye critically over her mirrored image.  The vacation to
the Bahamas the previous month may have been a disappointment due to
Cooper's incessant meetings but it had gifted her with a delightfully
coffee-and cream complexion.  There was a sensual softness to the rounding
of her lavish curves and her full breasts.  The vulnerable softness of her
flaring tummy spread into the luscious flaring of a distinctively feminine
waist.  Her thighs and calves may not have been the shapely legs of a
thoroughbred showgirl but they were the perfect punctuation from the delta
of her creamy sex, daintily shrouded in the wispiest veil of tawny fluff.
Naked, she was sexy and desirable; there was no question about it!

   When she noticed vaporous steam was rising from the shower, she turned
away from the mirror, damning herself for the sexual thoughts that seemed
to stream uncontrollably through her brain.  `What has gotten into me?' she
mused as she reached in the stall, turning the cold water faucet to adjust
the temperature to a cooler level than she normally set.  She had to do
something about her wicked thoughts, and a cold shower was one possible
solution.  But it didn't help, as the touch of the needle-like spray
against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers stimulating her
already-clamoring nerves.  And for the tenth time already that day, she
thought about Cooper wetly licking his long tongue around and up inside her
moist pussy.

   "God!" she yelled out loud.  She made the water colder still and hurried
to wash herself, but despite the brisk coolness of the falling water, she
was perspiring when she stepped out of the shower.

   After dressing, she made herself a cup of coffee and sat back on the
couch in the living room, sipping from the steaming mug.  She stretched
languidly, thinking, `I might feel a bit oversexed today, but I'm a lucky
woman, a very lucky woman, to have a wonderful husband like Cooper, who has
a very good job and is a good provider and is very, very, very good lover.'
She giggled softly, and the familiar warm, pleasant ache resumed between
her tender thighs.  She sighed then, squeezing her legs tightly together,
wishing Cooper hadn't gone off on work tonight.  They could have be having
a drink together, and then go to bed, as they did sometimes, and made love
for hours and hours, slow and sweet and good.  That was the kind of mood
she was in tonight, the mood to make love very, very slowly for a long,
long time...

   Well, Cooper would be home soon enough and they could make love then. 
She would have to content herself with waiting, maybe watching a little
television and maybe be responsible and tackle the long overdue challenge
of rebalancing their stock portfolio.  She frowned mightily a the mere
thought of the distastefully tedious task but with a resigned sigh sat down
on the office swivel chair, in front of the untidy, littered desk that
served as dumping ground for all their financial statements.  It was
already the first week of the month, and she hadn't done her banking for
the previous one.  Idly, she swept together the crumpled, disorganized
sheaf of papers which was a jumbled mass of invoices, receipts and
cancelled checks.  She plunged into the task of sorting everything out and
was soon immersed in her work.  When she had made everything into three
separate piles, she pulled open a drawer in the desk, and began to rummage
about, looking for the program disc to make entries for the month.  `Why
the hell don't we keep his desk tidier!' she muttered to herself as she
eased the slim plastic jewel case out of the drawer.  As she removed it,
her eye fell on a bulging manila envelope which had been wedged between a
leather-bound accounting ledger and the case she had withdrawn.

   "Now what's this doing here?" she muttered to herself, irked at the
disorder in the files she had arranged only recently.  Frowning slightly to
herself, she fumbled with the envelope and discovered that it contained
another three jewel cases.  Puzzled, she eased one out of the envelope.

   "Oh my God!" she gasped aloud, unable to contain herself as an obviously
pornographic DVD clattered on top the desk.  The blood rushed to her face,
crimsoning it a deep red.  A numbed haze blinded her for an instant so she
blinked rapidly several times, and then she began to stare with bulging
eyes at the garishly bright cover she was holding in her hand.  Every
graphic detail was startlingly portrayed and the two figures in the
photograph seemed amazingly alive.  For a moment, Kimberly couldn't believe
that she was seeing right, but there was no doubt about it ~~ it was
actually a photograph of a nude man and woman, sprawled out together, the
sluttishly-attractive young woman's blonde head dipped between the muscular
man's widespread thighs, his grossly inflated penis clamped tightly between
her brightly crimson ovalled lips.  The man's handsome head was turned
away, but there was no mistaking the blatant expression on the pretty
woman's rapt face.  She was thoroughly enjoying taking that man's mammoth
hardness in her mouth ~~ her lustful desire was etched clearly on her eager
face.

   Kimberly propped herself up on one elbow and kept dazedly looking at the
film case which she held in her trembling hands, her eyes seemingly held
transfixed by the full-color carnality.  Her brain was spinning with the
seemingly incompatible combined forces of undiluted startlement, puritan
revulsion and taboo curiosity.  She suddenly remembered with crystalline
clarity a conversation she and Cooper had had snuggled in bed several weeks
before.  The subject of masturbation had come up and she had asked her
husband what fantasies, if any, he thought of while self-pleasuring.  He'd
answered "Whatever's playing on the movie," a curious response that she had
meant to investigate but was distracted by his naughtily swirling
fingertips.  Now she had her answer, and while she certainly felt certain
twinges of disgust, if not nausea at the tawdry images, half-wanting to
cast the offending item from her, a curious perversity made her grip it
more tightly between her fingers, made her eyes remain fastened to every
brazen detail.

   Kimberly felt her heart thudding painfully in her ribcage.  Under the
thin veneer of Blue Bay sophistication she had acquired, she was still
basically a conventional American wife, strict enough in her own way to the
code of morality to which her family and all before her had subscribed. 
Despite growing up in the Scandalous 70's and Go-Go 80's, she'd been raised
in a conservative Irish-Catholic household, hardly repressive but nowhere
near liberal.  She looked upon marriage as sacred, even in this day and age
of quickie divorce and pre-marital and extra-marital sex.  She'd seen the
late night films on cable, of course, the Swimming Naked series came to
mind, but never anything quite so ...  dirty.  She had occasionally heard
some of her friends talking in hushed tones of watching X-rated movies with
their lovers or husbands to "spice things up" but had always somehow felt
that such an act did not belong in a normal marriage, that she should be
enough for Cooper.  But despite her resolve, she found herself swallowing
hard as she noticed that her prior simmering desires, instead of waning,
seemed to have gained sudden intensity, so that she felt her panties
distinctly moistening.  She began to sense, semi-subconsciously at first
and then with increasing attraction, a boldness that she had never
experienced before, an irrational desire to do something she shouldn't do
~~ something like watching one of those movies.

   `I wonder just how naughty these movies are,' she thought.  `I'll bet
they're very naughty.' A cascade of conflicting emotions was flowing
through her, causing her to flush a violent crimson.  New images began to
inject themselves into her consciousness ~~ glimpses she had caught of
various naked bodies with full voluptuous breasts and creamy thighs,
stretched out in opulent sensuality, seemingly oblivious to the anonymous
cameramen who were busy filming away as the invariably athletic, impossibly
well-hung men caressed and stroked and kissed those velvety bodies.  Her
mind seemed unable to banish the lewd images, and fresh ones began to
superimpose themselves in her fervid imagination.  Thinking nasty thoughts,
working herself into an impossible fervor ...  Suddenly, she fervently
wished again that her husband were home.  She was undeniably aroused now,
aroused by the thought of lovemaking and yes, aroused by the perversity of
the DVD movie which she held in her quaking hands as she robotically walked
into the bedroom, slipped the disc into the player and snuggled up in bed.

   The title of the film was "Room for Two" and the meager plot consisted
of a landlady, a sweet-looking brunette trying to rent a room to a
dark-haired man.  Within mere minutes the attractive couple were
energetically performing simultaneous oral stimulation in the classic
sixty-nine position, his mouth firmly planted in the glossy wetness of her
pussy, and her mouth was tightly clasped around the thick length of his
crimson penis.  The lascivious scene, though obviously shot on low-grade
videotape, seemed to come to pulsating life under Kimberly's hypnotized
stare, the enormous blood-swollen erection throbbing with lewd tensity as
it lay cradled between the full lips that were clasping it so tenaciously.
The woman's half-closed eyes seemed glazed with raunchy passion, and
Kimberly felt a shudder of vibrant sensation flutter through her.  She
couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from the libidinous woman gliding her
slick tongue upward over the swollen testicles to the ridged underside of
the hardened organ even as she lay there in the safety of her own bower,
trembling irresistibly, opening and closing her legs in a vain effort to
dispel the tingling, flowing excitement which the lewd movie had built to a
fanning inferno between her softly pulsating thighs.

   `Cooper,' she thought confusedly, `Cooper, I need you; I wish you were
here right now!  Cooper, I want you, I want you to love me, Cooper ...'

   Kimberly stared fixedly at the glowing television screen.  The camera
had changed focus, this time centering upon the undeniably handsome actor
kissing and slavering the naked vagina lewdly displayed and eagerly offered
up to him, his Roman nose gently tickling the tiny puckered ring of her
anus.  The shot was near enough to display in detail the carnation
delineations of the actresses' widespread pussy, the honey-coated labia
gently swollen around a dark star-shaped opening.  The anonymous man's face
was juxtaposed over the entrance to the delicate channel, his long slippery
tongue curling out to flick over the swollen pubic area and the erect
clitoris of the passion-whelmed girl.  Kimberly felt an echoing tingle
beginning between her own legs, a ripple that seemed to grow as her eyes
continued to focus on the spectacle of the virile man gorging between the
woman's bicycled thighs.  She was achingly aware of how it felt to have a
clever tongue licking and sucking and blowing steamy breath into her own
secret place, having his mouth warm and caressing around her clitoris,
feeling his impassioned kiss on her gloriously heated pussy.

   Kimberly's attention was caught by the television once more.  The scene
had inexplicably changed and now featured a curvy redhead, her breasts full
and buoyant, spread-eagled beneath the astonishingly cute bubble-butt of a
surfer-blond stud, whose horse-huge cock was rhythmically plunging into the
audibly gooey tunnel of her greedy vagina.  The naughty minx's coltish legs
were wrapped around her lover's deliciously narrow lower back and her spine
was arched up off the bed as she strove to open her depths wider and deeper
to him.  Kimberly stared in lewd fascination at the obviously impassioned
couple.  The redhead's head was thrown back, thick luxuriant hair falling
in tendrils around her blushed face, her mouth was gapingly open and her
eyes dreamily half-closed, giving her an almost angelic look as she exalted
in the decadent sensation of her lover's beefy penis stretching her
insatiable cunny.  Her hands were dug into the corded muscle bunching in
his stalwart shoulders, and her whole body writhed as though she were
afire. His own hands were clutching at her upswept breasts, and Kimberly
could see the crimsoned tips of her fully turgid nipples slipping out
through his pinching fingers.

   Kimberly gasped at the primitive eroticism on display, her feverish mind
throwing graphic fantasy images at herself.  Suddenly, she felt hot all
over, covered with a cloying clamminess that made her feel like tearing her
dress from her body.  She was dimly aware that she was unwittingly
clenching her heated thighs together and licentiously grinding her lush
buttocks into the resilience of the feather-filled mattress.  The tingling
in her sex grew and the gnawing inside her burst into a devouring flame and
a little spiral of furling heat wended its way upward from her juicily
secreting loins, through her quavering tummy and to her surging chest,
hardening the plump crests of her snowy breasts.  Her hands rose slowly to
her heaving bosom, and she gasped as she felt the electrifying effect her
own touch had on the now sensuously throbbing mounds, frantically wishing
she was the slinky redhead and the surfer cutie was her own beloved
husband.

   The very thought of Cooper taking her so aggressively, spreading wide
her creamy thighs and hammering his hardened cock long and deep inside her
needy pussy was sinfully exciting.  She was only vaguely aware she was
drawing open her blouse and dress, tossing the unwanted garments aside,
leaving her naked save a thin pair of flimsy panties.  Cupping her heavy
breasts in the adoring way Cooper liked to play with them, she sprawled out
on the bed, examining the protuberant nipples, slightly startled at how
brashly swollen they were.  She moved back so that she could lean against
the head rest and look down at them and knowingly tweak the pudgy buds
between her thumbs and fingers until they were intensely throbbing.  It was
delectably overwhelming her, this shameless caressing of her sensitive
breasts, just as it always had.  Some women aren't aroused by their breasts
being massaged; others are titillated only if their nipples are softly
stroked.  But Kimberly had always had nerve endings more susceptible than
most; sometimes even wearing a padded brassiere sent waves of responsive
feelings soaring through her.  She felt like a panther in heat, rubbing
herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Cooper returning
did this to her, his real arrival would be absolute heaven.

   When Kimberly's eyes flickered aimlessly back towards the flickering
screen, a startled gasp eluded her as she stared in disbelief at what she
saw and any thoughts she'd had of Cooper dissipated like smoke on the wind.
She thought that the scandalous images she had already been exposed to had
prepared her to a point where she was beyond surprise, but she was wrong.
Right there on her television, in front of a naked man blatantly
masturbating himself, a lissome blonde had just mounted a second man in the
woman-on-top position, her petite hand guiding his rigid hardness until the
crumpled folds of her hungry, waiting little opening consumed him.  The
startlingly well-built boy pressurized his oversized instrument forward pas
the tightly clasping elastic ring of her outer labia with ease from the
lubricious secretions freely flowing from her vagina.  She trembled
visibly, squirming and wriggling, the taut sinews of her belly contracting
when he hit bottom, sunk to the hilt in her narrow channel.

   When the second man approached the entwined couple from behind, Kimberly
ogled his gripping fingers grasping open the blonde's impossibly
aerobicized behind, drawing the satiny smooth sun-touched cheeks wide apart
until they were stretched away from each other and exposing her most
forbidden flesh.  Suddenly, his wildly slavering lips were coursing all
around the bouncy spheres, at first coating their velvety smoothness with
sloppy kisses then playfully nibbling and gently nipping into them,
bringing tiny gasps of pleasure from the horny starlet who had begun to
shimmy her hips to the slow pumping she was receiving from below.  The
second man pulled the resilient hemispheres even further apart and she
whined as his long tongue darted out and licked into the unveiled furrow.
He pulled and stretched at the ductile globes until the tight rubbery ring
in the center strained open.  His shameless tongue slurped slowly down the
length of her shadowy crevice and stopped to flutter wildly over the
puckered little ring of her rectum, sending her entire body into an
ecstatic spasm of bawdy pleasure that buffeted her body into the stud
skewering her from below.

   Before Kimberly's incredulous eyes, the second man rear-mounted the
bleach-blonde, his bloated organ prodding for a teasing moment on the outer
edges of the dimpled entrance of her vulnerable rectum.  Despite her
exhilarating arousal, revulsion instinctively swept through her at the
impending anal entry ~~ disgust that people could and did indulge in such
an animalistic, degrading act, a thing she, a grown woman, had only heard
about in hushed whispers.  And yet, Kimberly noticed in amazement, the
blonde didn't seem to mind it.  In fact, she was the one who drawing her
suctioning pussy up the full length of the huge cock immersed in her creamy
wetness and lifted her behind outrageously high up in the air.  Crouched
over like a jockey in the stirrups, she energetically skewered herself onto
the lust-hardened penis inserted into her delicate anus.  The camera
focused on the taboo entry as the actor limberly twisted and turned his
pelvis to burrow deep into her back passage, showing in unerring detail the
enormous girth encircled by the crinkled mouth, stretched tautly around the
daunting circumference.  The actress went momentarily limp under his sudden
sodomistic invasion, but soon she was grinding back up against the delving
invader, seeming to enjoy the obscene violation judging by the lecherous
look of wanton delight on her passion-contorted face.

   Staring at the angelic young woman's obvious enjoyment, Kimberly felt
inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her pink tongue over her lips
several times, trying to dispel the acrid, cottony taste, She let one hand
slowly drop from her wobbling breasts and down her slightly-sheened upper
torso to massage the doughy plushness of her stomach with the smooth palm.
Her titillating pampering, circling around and around, caused whirlpools of
effervescent passion to gyre within her and a susurrating cry of complete
surrender to tear from her throat.  Involuntarily, she pressed her palms
down her sides, along her curvaceous hips, and then dipped them between her
surging thighs, her fingers passing through the downy-soft fleece of her
wispy pubic hair and intensifying further the rising crescendo of sexual
frenzy.  Immediately, she felt herself raising her hips high off the bed as
if her vaginal mound was straining to reach the comfort of her own hands
and her fingers inched forward in response, like individual bloodhounds on
the scent of a relentless target.

   Moments of rationality broke intermittently through the billowing clouds
of her sexual frenzy, and taunted her with unanswerable questions.  What
had turned her into a roiling mass of feverish desire?  Was it because
Cooper hadn't made love to her for so long?  Or were the dirty images
having an illicit effect on her?

   Kimberly's fingers kneaded at the burning lips of her honey-doused pussy
through the diaphanous silk panties and she winced from the shimmeringly
blissful contact.  `Why should I be denied pleasure?' her mind argued
dimly. As though they had received assent, her nimble fingers burrowed
hurriedly under the elastic band of her thong and teased over to the
tingling flesh of her swollen labia, and she felt the pouty lips pulsate
under her tantalizing fingertips.  She sighed from the exquisite sensation,
intoxicated with the rush of narcotic pleasure, feeling relief flow through
her as she gentled her finger into the liquid softness.  The aqueous rush
generated by her own fevered touch was so very, very good that she could
resist fondling the nectar-drizzled vulva until she accidentally nudged up
against her clitoris.  She found her pleasure-bud waiting and eager,
uncloaked from its secret hiding place, rigid and tingling with the surges
of heated blood her pounding heart was pumping through her veins.  When she
circled the nexus of her pleasure with whisking strokes, she began to mewl
with consummate delight.

   When Kimberly glanced back at the screen, she saw the two men were
lunging their hefty penises deep into the girl, the image focusing on her
gorged pulsating pussy and her equally glutted quavering anus.  Her two
partners soon fell into pistoning synchronicity, a smooth rocking motion
that buffeted her lewdly writhing feminine physique between them.  The
camera panned to reveal the expression on the young woman's face.  It was
one of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, her skin flushed and contorted with
unrestrained lust, eyelids drooped, mouth parted and moist, with the tip of
her wet pink tongue showing; she seemed to be oblivious to the camera,
caught up in the sexual hysteria of the moment.  Her versatile hips moved
backwards to meet the upthrust of the man reaming into her rectum and then
forward again to impale her voracious pussy, her svelte body undulating and
her buttocks moving in pruriently welcoming circles between her two lovers.



   Suddenly irritated by the impediment of her panties, Kimberly's hands
began to tear impatiently at them, and she jerked her hips from the
mattress as she ripped them down over her thighs, leaving them dangling at
her knees.  But she didn't care about that and she reveled in the freedom
of exposing her desire-inflamed loins to the cool air which was rushing in
from the half-opened bedroom window.  Her fingers dug impatiently again at
her simmering sex, convulsively probing at the trembling grotto of her
clasping cunny.  Nothing mattered to her now ~~ the whys and wherefores
were unimportant ~~ all that she was concerned with was quenching the
raging fires that had sprung up unattended in her loins and which required
heavenly fuel to feed its lascivious hunger before it allowed itself to be
put out.  So she jammed two digits deep into her voracious sex and she
pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and
twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her churning plunges.  The cords of
her neck stood out and the bedsprings squeaked as she lashed and bucked
with the fever of her sexual urgings.

   The squishy sound unique to torrid lovemaking emanated from the video,
the X-rated soundtrack to the two men fucking into the eager lady with an
ever growing forcefulness, their crotches grinding and slapping noisily
against her insanely straining body.  The camera shamelessly lingered on
the ragged pink edges of her spitted cunny drawing back with the first
man's beefy cock on the outstroke and disappear back inside when he rammed
it home again deep in her gooey sex.  The same was true with the tightly
clasping entrance to her ravished rectum as the second man slammed into it
with devilish fury.  But instead of fainting from the shock and pain, she
was panting for more, a look of luminous rapture glowing on her face
through it all, her hands fluttering greedily over the two male bodies
surrounding her as though she wanted to devour every inch of them.  All at
once a violent shudder spasmed through her, her contorted body jolting and
wrenching as though she were being filled with countless kilowatts of
vibrant energy as she flushed crimson and girlishly squealed her unfettered
ecstasy with the onset of a tumultuous orgasm.

   The sight of this cock-stuffed girl convulsing with orgasmic bliss undid
Kimberly entirely.  Her hips thrashed the bed and the air, her eyes never
once leaving the video and the bawdy sexuality depicted.  Faster, faster,
faster her finger whirred across her sensitive clit, blanking her mind of
all lucid thoughts, all rational sanity; nothing existed for her in that
moment except the delirious coming of her impending climax.  And then `I'm
there!  Oh, God, I'm cumming!' Her hips flailed frantically as wave after
crashing wave of annihilating release seized her, gushing influxions
extinguishing the incinerating flames within her raging sex.  It was an
exquisite pleasure so acute that it approximated pure anguish.  Then, as
the liquidating roils began to gradually ebb, her pumping buttocks sank
back to the spread and her hand stilled but did not leave her joyous cunny.
She lay there, not moving, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her chest
rising and falling spasmodically, achingly aware that, despite her
implosive euphoria, she had simmered down only to a plateau and had to
admit to herself that she was not nearly satiated.

   Kimberly felt strangely incoherent, knowing now in her very soul that it
was her perusal of the lewdly pornographic video that had touched off a
streak of mild madness in her, and she could no longer control her
stampeding libido.  Her mind was fermenting with potent images of the
various positions she had seen in the film, and lurid thrills of
unspeakable fantasy were streaming up and down her twittering body as she
picked up from her bedside stand the remote that controlled the DVD player
and flashed back to the previous scene.  But before pressing the `play'
button, she went over to her bureau, reached behind the strategically
placed jewelry box, and drew out two vibrators.  They had been a
Valentine's Day gift and while she had first been disgusted by the crass
implements, Cooper had explained they were there to relieve her on his
extended business trips.  It had taken her weeks to gather the courage to
even look at the toys, much less use it, though she utilized them only when
her needs were greatest.  The first was made of a skin-tone pink gel and
surprisingly warm.  It was realistically shaped, with a flaring ridge,
blunted tip and veins crisscrossing the shaft, and significantly larger
than average.  The second was decidedly smaller and far more slender,
featuring an ebony-hued haft and a coppery tip, though the metallic head
was chemically treated to keep it silky smooth and pleasantly warm.

   While smearing her toys with generous amounts of Vasolube, the
lubricating jelly she and her husband kept for amorous playtime, Kimberly
turned on the DVD and watched the wild scene a second time.  She was
achingly aware that she was climb-the-walls horny and that richly scented
honey was dribbling out of her needy cunny though she was still unwilling
to admit to herself exactly why.  As if a separate entity, ungoverned by
her sentient comprehension, her hands brought the huge dildo around her
whorishly skewed thighs until it posed directly over her yawing pussy, its
beveled tip only half an inch from her juicily gaping entrance.  She could
feel the first searing contact of the thrilling toy catch at the opening to
her nibbling cunny and instinctively eased the dong forward, luxuriating in
the dissolute self-indulgence as she began burying the provocatively
buzzing mechanism in one slithering rush far up into her hot sex.

   "Uuuuuunnnnhhh," She couldn't suppress a jittering sigh as her right
hand clutched the chunky base of the gelled cock now inexorably breaching
her pulsating orifice.  Not allowing herself to accommodate to this immense
presence, she propelled the stout tool further into the deliquescent flesh
and was relieved to feel her responsive vaginal muscles quickly became
accustomed to the soul-stirring intrusion into her hungry depths, the
desirous membranes closing in like a chiffon vise on its delectably
streamlined proportions.  Her incendiary libido dictated the deep-delving
rhythm, the rapacious apparatus drawing tiny tendrils of flushed flesh out
with it on the slurping out-stroke and ramming them back up inside for
stroke after raging stroke.  She set up an answering rocking motion of her
jiggling buttocks to meet her self-induced challenge, her insurgent cunny
opening wider and wider, voraciously trying to swallow every inch of that
mighty shaft resonating cloying vibrations that suffused through her and
left her craving even more.

   While her treasured toy continued to churn and buzz in the sultry
recesses of her desire-drenched pussy, Kimberly elevated her waggling fanny
even more as she reached for the more modest vibrator and trailed the
slender utensil between her buttery thighs.  The conical tip nudged
unnervingly at the rubbery opening and as she wormed it the slightest bit
up inside, her breath involuntarily hitched.  Screwing her hips to
meliorate the breath-taking entrance, she eased the hotly inhuman probe
unfalteringly deeper, its lubricious girth gliding by her vainly resisting
anal access, penetrating into her darken depths until it was bumping into
the pillowy softness of her rectum.  She gurgled to this inhuman
impalement, disturbingly vivid sensations flashing through her defenseless
body stemming from the invasive dong spiking her uptilted rump, but instead
of suffering a humiliating agony she found herself circling the quivering
bud of her clitoris, spreading the honeyed juices in a silky caress as she
wallowed in the sinful exquisiteness of having both her twin passages
stretched.

   To her own amazement, Kimberly heard her own lustful grunts turn into
deep-throated whimpers as she unknowingly slipped her fingers off of her
thumping clit and introduced a dual stroking motion.  The disconcerting
feelings of the unnatural presence in her rectum began to subside, slowly
replaced by the first stirrings of forbidden pleasure.  At the same time
she let herself become fully aware of the humming dildo flowing in and out
of her shuddering rectum, spearing far up into her virginal nether depths
to rub lewdly against the thrusting vibrator in her jubilant pussy, the two
naughty sextoys separated only by the tissuey-thinness of her inner
membranes.  She squirmed down as hard on the pussy-impaling shaft as she
could at the same time feeling the rear intruder sinking entirely into the
taboo depths of her resilient rectum each time she completed another
enthusiastic thrust up into her very bowels.

   A ruttish groan of depraved exhilaration issued from the TV screen and
Kimberly glanced up to see the bleach blonde vamp being pitilessly pounded
by the harmonizing male organs of her anonymous lovers.  The debauched
sight of those two potent shafts of male virility ruthlessly puncturing the
dually yawning holes of the wildly gyrating starlet between their savage
forward lunges spoke to the intensely-roused housewife in ways she couldn't
have fathomed an hour prior.  Covetously she watched the one hunk's
snakily-veined member disappear up between the clamorous girl's flared
thighs, only to reappear again slippery and glistening with her teeming
juices.  But even more dissolutely erotic was the sight of the second
stud's shaft hammering into her thoroughly violated anus, a wicked image
that fanned more than simply the blazing flames of the conflagration raging
within her jumping loins.

   The flaming passion inside Kimberly had been stoked on to combustible
fever by the lurid thoughts which had taken possession of her near-swooning
head and would not yield.  An obscene daydream had germinated, framed by
the disgustingly provocative video she was single-mindedly watching, images
of profligate desire and intemperate lust instigated by many actions and
acted out in many forms but one in particular that cultivated the fantasy
that now crystallized in her consciousness.  She wanted, no, needed to
become a part of the writhing frieze of bodies tangled in mutual orgiastic
lechery before her.  Liberated by her uninhibited acceptance of this moment
of clarity, she became almost convinced that her husband's beloved penis
was slamming into her eager, joyous pussy, that she was the unrestrained
girl on screen whose head was thrown back in complete abandon, whose mouth
was open and from which a stream of mewling sighs was rushing.  Her hips
churned and her bottom roiled as she imagined a second man, a complete
stranger who cared nothing for her but to fuck her, desecrating her chaste
ass in machine-like pistoning strokes like a rutting barnyard animal, and
that she was under the delicious onslaught of those two heavy,
lust-inflated cocks sluicing deeper and deeper and harder into her...

   Waves of deliquescent heat were washing over Kimberly now as she seethed
her reamed bottom along the ductile smoothness of the mattress and revolved
the dripping dildo around inside the squelchy interior of her febrile
sheath.  There was only her primordial urgency now, her ancient need for
blissful release from the intense arousal of her hyper-charged body sparked
by the resonant fantasy the movie had inspired, a fantasy made all the more
vivid every time she flexed her inner muscles.  She mewled like a lynx in
heat when her rhapsodic pussy and enraptured rectum clenched around the
twin tools, making her engorged clitoris thump with machine-like
regularity. A vertiginous feeling of whirling dizziness was taking control
of her, coupled with a brilliant sensation of rushing relief and she knew
her ultimate release was imminent.

   "Oh ...  God ...  oh God," Kimberly moaned as her stormy climax started
whooshing up toward her like a high prairie wind she could not stand up
against.  "Oh ...  God!" Her legs began to spasmodically tremble and her
tremulant belly sucked in sharply as the first blustery updrafts of her
boisterous orgasm gusted through her rampant insides.  Enchanting sciroccos
of immeasurable joy cycloned within her loins, making her womb molten,
causing a perfumed mist of fluidic girlcome to wash down over her
paroxysming thighs and her cries of unbridled ecstasy mingled with those of
the girl on-screen.  She felt the bedroom revolve around her and her head
was torpedoed by a prismatic kaleidoscope of collaged nude figures, male
and female, all humping and suckling and slurping in bacchanalian frenzy,
and she was at the center of it all, and she was loving it, every minute of
it ...

   Kimberly collapsed back against the rumpled sheets piled on top of the
bed, drained of all energy, curiously devoid of emotional feeling but a
satiated stupor which inebriated her and made it impossible for her to do
anything, not even pull her dress down over her nakedness.  Her legs were
undignifiedly akimbo, her long-discarded panties hanging uselessly at her
knees.  She'd been holding both vibrators fast with her abdominal muscles
but now the two faux organs finally slithered from her glutted orifices in
depleted exhaustion.  It was a long time before any resemblance of sanity
returned and with it the knowledge that this epiphany had left an indelible
mark upon her, one that she was compelled to act upon.

   Her husband came home the next night.  Cooper was strikingly handsome in
a healthily masculine way.  His tall, slender frame was tanned a deep
bronze from their frequent trips to bathe in the generous Blue Bay beach
sun, and he had an easy charm and natural charisma about him that affected
almost every woman he met with an instantaneous and powerful magnetic
attraction.  His ash-blonde hair was styled in a neo-classic cut neatly
framing the even features of his face in perfect symmetry and highlighting
the dreamiest Atlantic-Blue eyes possible.  He was also decidedly
well-equipped, so much so that the slightly visible bulge of his slumbering
penis was continuously outlined by no matter the fabric of pants he wore.
Naked, he boasted Kimberly's favorite kind of cock: not terribly long but
exceptionally fat, so that her receptive pussy had to stretch really wide
to take in his burly thickness.

   Barely twenty five minutes after he walked through the door, Cooper was
on top of Kimberly and inside her, provocatively working his limber hips,
kneeling into his lusty wife and using her long trembling legs like a
wheelbarrow.  Every sinew in his overwrought body was taut as he bellowed
out his final cry.  The satiny membranes in the deep sanctuary of her
rejoicing womb embraced the enormous piston that filled them so entirely,
lovingly subsumed him as the creamy jets of his seed began fountaining. 
Her head swam with heavenly rapture partly from the steamy squirts
splattering wildly into her cunny, filling her to the bursting point with
their warm stickiness, and partly from his violent thrusting, that potent
urgency turning her bosom into a liquescent mass of jiggling flesh.  That
furious wobble, combined with her exultant vagina clasping and unclasping
about his throbbing organ, milking him for every precious droplet and the
forbidden fantasy of a stranger squirting his joy juice in her nether hole,
made her come a second time.  Her body gloried in the majestic abundance of
dazzling sensation, her promiscuous daydream enticing her profligate flesh
to spasm with the shuddering liquid joys of the unexpected climaxes granted
upon her.

   Afterward they snuggled up in bed together, Cooper adjusting the volume
on the television via the remote in his hand as he lay relaxed, sipping a
Tom Collins.  His wife sprawled languorously beside him on the over-sized
pillows strewn about the queen-size bed, silently mulling over the fantasy
she'd been brooding over seemingly unceasingly over the past 24 hours,
deliberating the positives and negatives, waiting for the right moment.  A
commercial for a made-for-cable movie and, wryly thinking it was about as
ham-fisted a segue as possible, she took the plunge.

   "Cooper, I saw one of your movies yesterday."

   "So?' he murmured, knowing full well he had a collection of nearly 100
DVDs.  And then, curious, because Kimberly had rarely shown more than a
passing interest in his Action and War diversion: "Which one?"

   "Room for Two," she said.

   He froze.  The look on his face was priceless.

   "In the business desk," she elaborated.

   Cooper set his drink down and turned all the way around to look at her.
He still had that funny smile on his face.

   `Oh boy, oh boy, you are so busted,' Kimberly inwardly smirked.  `You
better not try to deny it.'

   "Listen," he rationalized.  "So I watch a little porn.  What's wrong
with that?"

   Kimberly wanted to giggle at the boyish pleading sound in his voice and
was tempted to let him off the hook, but the temptation was too great. 
"Nothing," she said, her voice sounding strained, though not for the
reasons Cooper was thinking at that moment.  "I watch movies like that
sometimes.  Everybody does.  I particularly enjoyed a certain scene so
much, perhaps you know it, that I couldn't help imagining I was the blonde
getting fucked out in the rock garden by that horse-hung banana cabana-boy
while her husband was naively chatting at the party.

   Cooper, who had been flushed with humiliation at being exposed, was now
openly flabbergasted by his wife's taunting admission, clenching and
unclenching his hands, his eyes disturbingly bright, the muscle in his jaw
twitching violently.  Kimberly, recognizing the perils of pressing this
dangerous game, decided to drop the ruse.  Besides, she knew she wouldn't
be able to hide much longer the telltale signs of her resurgent arousal:
her nipples erect, her color high, her breathing quick.  "But what really
made me come was the girl getting pumped in the ass while another man took
her pussy.  I couldn't help dreaming it was you and another guy making love
to me."

   "Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Cooper burst out
with adoring pride.  "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"

   "Just like you love pussy, sweetheart." Kimberly purred, ecstatic to see
her husband so willing, if not downright eager, to be sexually creative in
their marriage.  She breathed into his ear hotly, saying, "What do you
propose we do about it, lover?"

   "Oh, don't worry, mon belle," Cooper said, using his favorite pet name.
"I think I might have an idea or two."

   "What is it?" Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his
face as she raised her hands to cup the plush mounds of her breasts,
kneading the berry-sized nipples like a lover would.

   "Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!"
Cooper exclaimed, but he wasn't castigating her for it.  Hell, he wouldn't
have had it any other way.  He rolled his head to gaze over at his
voluptuous mate, noting with an appraising lecherous eye the immaculately
smooth flesh of full, rounded shapeliness of her curvaceous thighs
highlighting the fleecy down framing the crumpled pleats of her treasured
sex.  The enticing display sent a ripple of lust from his groin to his
belly and he felt his husky cock lurch.  Hell, even at forty-three, though
she might not have been as delicate and coltish as a teenager, she could
still put women half her age to shame with that body because she knew how
to use it.  She was something else, all right; in the sixteen years they
had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than
she did ~~ whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close to
approximating her prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. 
That was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of women he had
had prior to those sixteen years of marriage.

   Kimberly reveled in her husband's palpably lustful gaze for a long
moment, then she splayed her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position,
exposing to his hungry eyes the juicy gates of her vaginal passage.  She
rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and lowering
them again in a measured, intoxicating way.  "Aren't you going to tell me,
honey?" she asked in a husky voice.

   "I sure am!" Cooper replied.  He had wrapped his fingers about the
swelling shaft of his resuscitating organ, his hefty penis jutting out from
his loins like a menacing instrument of torture, the unseeing eye slitting
the globular glans oozing translucent droplets of aroused lubrications.

   Kimberly tittered lightly as she stared at him fondling his blatant
hard-on and felt irrepressibly happy, overjoyed to see how much her beloved
husband shared her erotic fantasy.  A lustrously desirous sensation washed
through her as she trained her view on the strapping object her man was
groping.  `And what a magnificent cock it is,' she mused sensuously.  God,
she had all she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then with her
own building passion firing her, but experience had taught her the ecstatic
advantages of letting him navigate the course of events they would follow.
But she was all too aware of her own hands arousing her own swelling
breasts, plucking at their hardened ruby-like nipples while tiny
butterfly-like sensations began to run rampant in her loins and belly and
knew she would have to respond to her rejuvenating needs.

   "Tell me now, big boy," Kimberly smiled at Cooper, her ogling eyes
sparkling vivaciously as her right hand snaked out to encircle his brawny
rod, massaging the turgid expanse.  She rubbed the gossamery skin covering
his steely hardness back and forth, her snaky tongue flicking along her
crimson lips as she slipped her wicked hand underneath and cup and caress
his dangling balls, cradling their weighty softness in her palm.

   Cooper stifled a sonorous groan of resonant pleasure.  `Damn!' he
thought.  `She really knows how to get a guy heated up.' His endowment of
heavy-lengthened cock had already been quivering from her shocking
confession but now it was veritably throbbing in anticipation under both
her inciteful masturbation as well as the incensing sight of her wiggling
on the rumpled sheets, her own fingers skittering wetly along the groove of
her cunny.

   "Well," Cooper began weakly, trying to maintain some degree of sanity
from his wife's undulating inducement.  "The person I have in mind is
someone you know well enough so that I think you can trust him."

   "Who?" Kimberly asked, frowning a little petulantly at his continued
torment.  "Who'll be the man?" She watched gleefully as her irresistible
strokings made her husband shudder.  He never could stay away for long...

   "It's someone I work with.  Someone you know," he teased, ogling the
vixen beside him hungrily stroking his heavily veined organ, his own act of
voyeurism doing as much to stimulate his lust as the actual onanistic
performance itself.

   Despite her recent resolution to allow Cooper his vexatious game,
Kimberly's belly and womb bubbled with sensual frustrations that she had
helped irritate with a finger teasing warmly between her excitedly flushed
labial lips, gently tweaking her ever hardening clitoris.  Desperately
needing to salve her disgruntlement, she flexed her buttocks down hard on
the bed, coming nearer to him.  Before he was able to fend her off, she
rose like a tigress and lithely pressed her creamy body against his,
forcing him back into a prone position across the width of the bed.

   "Damn it, Kimberly, I'm trying to tell you about-" Cooper began, but
then he stopped as his wife brushed her pillowy lips along the side of his
neck and into the hollow of his throat, trailing sweltering kisses down
along his bronze chest.  She nuzzled the rigid buds of his tiny nipples,
rolling her tongue back and forth across one and then the other.  Finally
she let her mouth roam down across the girth of his well-muscled stomach.
Cooper groaned at the rapturous effect the risqué ministrations of her
practiced lips were sending through his body, and involuntarily thrust his
hips up toward her.  Her fingernails scratched lightly over his engorged
penis and over his wrinkled scrotum, reaching under his trembling body to
probe briefly the puckered ring of his anus...

   "Just tell me who you are thinking about, lover," she crooned.  "And you
can relax now, daddy, and let mommy take care of you."

   "Taylor," Cooper responded weakly.

   "Taylor," Kimberly mused wryly as she looked up for a moment with
half-lidded eyes.  "Good choice." Taylor was one of the session musicians,
a dulcimer and slide guitarist, that Cooper frequently hired to support
various bands and singers under his management.  They'd engaged in
semi-flirtatious conversation the last time they'd met, at a record release
party maybe a month prior, and she was dead certain he was desperate to
fuck her.  Whether he'd be willing to participate in a double-penetration
was another question, though.

   `Damn it, she's won again,' Cooper thought fuzzily, giving himself over
to the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers.  She always won, always
got her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the boudoir, she
seemed to be lord and master instead of the other way around.  Not that he
minded, hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn't offend his
masculine pride at all.

   Kimberly was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his widespread
thighs, her head lowered, her mouth hovering over the towering bulk of his
erect penis, tantalizingly close, puffing torrid breezes to waft around his
tortured manhood.  Then her buttery lips engulfed the flaring dome and she
began to suckle, though her mind was not concentrated on the fellatio.  It
was the scruffy, dark-haired, youthful Taylor she couldn't keep her focus
from.  He was seriously cute, like a ragged version of Ryan Phillippe, with
a sulky mouth and big brown Bambi eyes.  He tried to present an image of
ruffian toughness, but beneath it all he was a sweetie-pie.

   Cooper reached up and entangled his hands in his wife's tousled hair,
trying to guide her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood.  His
head was lifted off the bed so that he could watch the lust-contorted
features of her majestically beautiful face, poised there above his loins,
and his brain reeled with the mental image of his weighty cock burrowing in
and out of her ovally pursed lips.

   "Don't tell me that his sexy young body doesn't turn you on, baby," he
breathed indelicately.  "You didn't take your eyes off him for a second at
the Texas Twister party."

   Kimberly didn't answer, not that his remark bothered her in the least;
their newfound shared understanding of varied sexual pleasure was too
profound for such nonsense.  The fact of the matter was though the mere
thought of making love with that breathtaking boy had inspired scurrilous
sensations down inside her cunny.  There was something more about that
Taylor that drove her crazy!  His cuteness alone would normally be enough
but there was more about him that seemed to kindle deeper sensations of
raucous desire than she'd known since she'd met Cooper at a singles party.
His roughly handsome face perhaps ...  or was it the lankiness of him, as
Nathan Torrance had been ...  Yes, that was it!  God, he resembled her
first highschool crush.  That was the crux of it all.  He was the image of
the first male she had ever masturbated to, a night she could recall
vividly after all these years; she had been fourteen at the time, but there
had been many, many more occasions over the years.  They had dated a few
times but never gotten beyond timid kissing because he had fallen in love
with some blonde cheerleader bitch.

   "Go-wa, go-wa on-a," she murmured around his tasty cock as she plunged
her head up and down in an oral simulation of sleazy sex.  At the same time
she whirled her slippery tongue around the sweet stickiness of its
sensitive helm.

   "Uuuuhhh," he panted.  "You...  you ...  know I can't ...  go on." He
gritted his teeth, willing himself to remain on the subject.

   "W-we'll invite him to our bungalow on the coast...  a little drink and
...  ohhhh ...  drink and pot should ...  oh my god, darling...  that
should loosen his ...  sweet Jesus ...  his inhibitions ...  ahhhh." Damn
it, he could already feel the semen beginning to boil in his testicles, and
he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft
like an eruptive flow of molten magma.

   "Hurry, hurry!" he grovelingly begged.  "Suck it, sweetie, suck it!"

   Kimberly slavered above his fiery loins, her body sheening, mewling
around her husband's granite-hardness.  She sucked him rhythmically, with
all the practiced expertise of an accomplished fellatrix.  Her tongue, with
a nerve-shattering swipe on every outstroke, was like an independent
organism, a thing gone ruttish, making the spherical glans convulse as
though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own.  She slurped
with carnivorous appetite, devouring him in liquid fire, drinking up every
globule of lubricating fluid.

   The roiling pressure grew and grew in her husband's testicles, and he
arched his buttocks and strove hard against her face, feeling his curly
pubic hair graze her chin and cheeks but not hearing the slightest whimper
of protest.  His final release broiled inside him, building like a crazy
whirling dervish toward its moment of ejaculation.  His scrotum
tightened... And then ~~

   Cooper was immersed in the scalding eruption as the first stream of
conflagrant ecstasy leapt along the passage of his plunging cock.  He
gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony.
His cock began a tumultuously convulsive jerking and without warning
flooded Kimberly's maddeningly sucking mouth.  The frothy seed spilled in
rush after rush until she was forced to concentrate to keep from choking,
and all the while she mewled and crooned and tickled his pounding balls
with the tips of her fingernails.  He was crushed by the rampageous
pleasures wreaking delectable havoc in his smoldering loins and gave one
last mighty groan before his furious erection started to deflate.

   Kimberly continued to devoutly suck at the fleshy instrument, milking
every morsel until the exhausted organ began wilting in her mouth.  Cooper
flung his arms outward on the mattress in fatigue, a mellow sigh of
ultimate fulfillment emitting from his lips.  His wife lay for a long
moment between his outstretched legs, her head curled affectionately on his
quivering thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp penis settling down into
the cradle of his balls.  Her belly felt warm and filled and she smiled
like a feline after feeding but her own unfulfillment started gnawing at
her insides.  There was still a long and delicious interlude ahead of them,
and the rising moisture in her thighs told her it was about to begin.  She
smiled silently to herself in anticipation.

   She crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth.  As always, he accepted
her tongue hungrily as she thrust it into his mouth, even though droplets
of his white stickiness were slipping down in thin rivulets from the
corners of her glistening lips.  "How did you like that, lover?" she
whispered.

   "As good as always!" he enthused, smacking his lips.  "Hell, better!"

   She kissed him, and then said, "But first the plan."

   "Well," Cooper said, "There's no time like the present.  We'll offer him
to come to the bungalow Friday night."

   "Big boy," Kimberly said admiringly, "I do believe I love you almost as
much as you love my kitty."

   "Hell yes, I do," Cooper said with a laugh.

   Kimberly began to push his handsome head down along her lust-craving
body, moving her hips on the bed, letting her own fires rekindle hotly. 
"Now let's see you prove that I'm right, lover!"

   He proved it without the slightest doubt.

   * * * * *

   That Friday evening, Kimberly and Cooper were standing on the front
porch of their beachfront bungalow, iced Mai Tais in hand, as Taylor got
out of his rather battered pickup truck.

   "You're late," Cooper said jovially.

   "Fashionably so," Taylor replied, shaking Cooper's proffered hand but
his dazzling coffee-hued eyes were on Kimberly.  She had dressed with care,
deciding on a simple sarong of silk tied in the middle by a thin belt and
gold accessories which highlighted her well formed legs and creamy breasts
to their utmost.  As she had slipped on her skimpy panties an hour earlier,
she had mused at the tantalizing thought of what might, what possibly could
happen tonight with Taylor, and she paused to moisten her lips and
sensuously rub her palms down her smooth, bare skin, feeling the touch of
licentiousness, of pure animal wantonness.

   The choice in ensemble paid off in spades.  Taylor chuckled low in his
throat and said, "Your wife certainly is beautiful.  That's quite an
outfit." He grinned rakishly at Kimberly, almost as though he was mentally
loosing her belt and her full, ripe physique would be open to his pagan
desires.  At first she blushed and dropped her eyes, but then she found new
strength and she raised her face to his in impertinent boldness.

   The three of them walked inside, and Kimberly explained as Cooper mixed
him a drink the plans for the night.  "I thought we might play after a
snack, and so I whipped up something from the prime rib we had for supper
last night.  I sliced it thickly crossway, spread the slices with mustard,
dipped them in melted butter and bread crumbs and am grilling them.  I was
just putting the finishing touches on the sauce a la diable."

   "Sounds absolutely delicious," Taylor said expansively.

   "Wait to see if you like it.  I served braised tongue one night, and a
guest told me she never ate anything which came out of an animal's mouth."

   "How stupid!" Taylor said, "I would have offered her eggs, if it had
been me!"

   They all laughed, and the evening commenced on a good note.  The drinks
were served liberally, and the La diable was every bit as tasty as she had
ever made it.  After the meal, they all settled down to cards and in spite
of the many drinks, Kimberly and Cooper found Taylor to be an extremely
capable player.  In spite of herself, Kimberly found she was becoming more
aroused with each hand as Taylor charmingly smiled or brushed his
fingertips over the back of her hand when dealing, and squirmed her hips
delicately in her chair.

   The conversation ranged on all subjects, and Kimberly was pleased to
discover that Taylor had other talents besides music and being
panty-melting cute.  His opinions were forceful and well thought out.

   "What do you think," Cooper said as he dealt, "I mean, do you believe
that the students, the young people of today, are right in their protests?"

   Taylor pursed his lips and then said, "Yes, I do.  I think that these
kids are sick of the hypocrisy we have in national government.  I think
they're telling us to shape up."

   "Shape up?" Cooper frowned at Taylor.  "You call their tearing down of
institutions, doing millions of dollars worth of destruction a lesson in
shaping up?  We live in an age of mental pygmies.  I'm not just saying that
about our colleges, but about politicians of both parties, judges,
newspapers.  You cannot possibly defend those who wish to destroy us, as
they do."

   "Are we so right that we cannot change?" Taylor retorted.

   "Change, hell yes, we should change.  But we have ways and means to do
it legally, depending on the will of the majority to decide what's right.
Don't you agree, Kimberly?""

   "Don't involve me," she demurred lightheartedly.  "I learned my lesson
long ago.  I stay away from politics and religion but dabble extensively in
...  other recreational activities." She feared the discussion might
degenerating into an argument so she leaned over, produced a carved teak
box from behind the side table and offered her husband and their guest some
of the hand-rolled hashish.  Taylor graciously accepted one of the
cigarettes, lit it from a nearby vanilla-scented candle and took a deep
drag, clearly letting the sweet pungent smoke fill his lungs completely.

   "Christ, this is good strong stuff," he muttered, pulling on it again
and taking a longer, more prolonged drag.

   "Cooper knows a certain somebody," Kimberly laughed, hopping up to turn
on the stereo.  Her husband and she had drawn up over the past week after
serious discussion what the chain of events should be and she was following
the meticulously designed plan step by step.  As she waited for the right
track to pop up, she drew on her own hash, the taste unusual but not
unpleasant as always.  She had drawn the pungent smoke down deep into her
lungs a few more times when the music started.  Already her head began to
feel deliciously light, as though she were slowly drifting into a fantastic
world of ethereal delights.  She giggled to herself and started sexily
undulating her loins to the Afro-Cuban beat of the music, now permeating
the room with the pulsating beat of bongo drums.  The men responded in
raucous laughter, clapping their hands appreciatively

   Kimberly danced across the rug in delightful abandon, swinging her arms
loosely out in front of her and whirling in fast, rapid circular motions,
freezing suddenly as the snare drums came back on and jerking her hips from
side to side in time with their pounding rhythm, the slowly burning joint,
angling loosely from her mouth, sparking and glowing from the swish of air
that played across it's burning ember.  Turning towards her captivated
audience, focusing mainly but not exclusively on Taylor, she continuously
swaying her curved hips, began undoing the hidden buttons that kept her
sarong together.  She moved with a smooth easy movement punctuated with
occasional brazen sassiness as she gradually loosed the front of billowy
garment until a wide swathe of delicately naked flesh was apparent to her
waistline.  Lewd grins spread over the faces of the men at the table and
Kimberly confidently smiled back, thrilled by how smoothly this was going.

   "Go on, baby.  Show him your tits," Cooper encouraged, their
predetermined sign that he wasn't feeling jealous and was ready for the
situation to intensify.

   Kimberly obliged by slowly pulling the opened dress behind her shoulders
until the creamy swells of her luxurious breasts popped suddenly out, the
snowy flesh clearly exposed to the incandescent light through the sheer
transparency of her demi-bra.

   "That's it," Taylor shouted appreciatively, the first time he'd actively
incited her provocative striptease.  "Take everything off."

   Kimberly flashed a coquettish grin and teasingly pulled the top of her
dress down to her vulnerably soft waist.  Then she bent gracefully and
squirmed her hips in a shimmying movement until the skimpy sarong puddled
on the floor.  A hush ran through the room as she stood statue-like in
front of the two men, dressed only in her bra and skimpy panties,
displaying her pair of bountiful breasts and sensuously swelling hips with
a defiant pride.  She was simply stunning; each flowing line and sinuous
curve of her brazenly poised body exuded a fierce ripe sexuality that was
disarming.

   As Kimberly danced her burlesque she'd practiced 40 times in the past 7
days, her entire body felt exquisitely light and free from any weight, even
the pull of gravitation.  Her thoughts were all positive and sexy and any
inhibitions she might have felt seemed minuscule and unimportant now that
the hashish had absorbed itself into the deep recesses of her mind.  It was
oh-so-easy to undo the bra and slip the panties down her legs until she
stood in front of the two men stark naked.  Her nudity had an immediate
effect on the men, their lewd grins changing abruptly to a fierce, all too
obvious passion.  Kimberly was beyond jubilant to see Taylor tongue-tied
and, from the blatant tenting in his slacks, hard as a hammer, his
shimmering eyes visually worshipping her big-nippled breasts, saying
without words he found her naked voluptuousness to be dripping with sexual
enticement.  But almost as thrilling was seeing her Cooper, her husband of
sixteen years, openly adoring her with a look of undisguised lust and a
glance over at the younger man that was a look of proud possession.  He had
far more than simply accepted the situation; he was relishing the obscene
appreciation of the prize that belonged to him.

   "C'mon, give us a feel!" Cooper suddenly sprung up from his chair, the
taut denim doing little to conceal his stiffly bulging erection.  It had
risen to almost its full height and pushed and strained against the tightly
restricting material.

   "You boys can have whatever I got," Kimberly breathed smokily,
verbalizing the script they'd worked on for so long.  "Providing I like
what you got."

   Kimberly felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat and her mind
began to churn as her husband hurriedly tugged off his shirt, unzipped his
fly and unceremoniously dropped his pants and shorts.  She felt her eyes
rivet on the familiar beefy pole impertinently jutting out into the air
and, unable to control her fascination, she stood mouth agape, watching the
mushroomy head bobble with its pulsating weightiness.

   "I like it," Kimberly heard herself say.  "It's a lovely cock, Cooper
dear.  So big, so hard."

   Now it was the moment of truth and she turned and said in a throaty
purr. "Okay Taylor.  Let's see what you got." But even before the words
were said, she'd submerged in those Bambi eyes and knew in her heart he was
willing to play.

   Without a moment's hesitation, without a single bit of fumbling, he
stood forward and began calmly stripping the clothes from his muscular
young body.  Kimberly looked at his face and watched his expressive lips
curl in the playful hint of an indulgent smile as he stripped himself.  She
drank in thirstily every detail, from his darkly cinnamoned hue to his
proudly thick but well-defined chest to his crisp but not ridged stomach,
even the way his navel was a distinctly vertical slit rather than a classic
oval.  It took maybe a minute before his pants dropped to the floor and he
revealed beneath the curly thatch of his pubes a throbbing erection that
wasn't, to her heartfelt relief, particularly large.  If anything, it was
distinctly undersized, striking her as a miniature rhino's horn with a
remarkably smooth, vein-free shaft and distinguishing curved shape.  But
she found it every bit as darling as Taylor himself and was unable to
resist reaching out to touch him, stroking the delectable smoothness of the
fleshy column, the perfectly streamlined glans, perfect for what she wanted
of him.  She knew that a week before she would have thought that toying
with the lewdly pulsating member of a near stranger was depraved and wicked
but now she found it the most liberating thing she'd ever experienced.

   While she continued to innervatingly fondle him and vaguely heard Cooper
arranging pillows and cushions on the floor as they had prearranged,
Kimberly gazed at Taylor's boyishly handsome face and was struck by how
strikingly attractive he was.  A fleeting trace of marital fidelity raced
through her, passing immediately in the shimmering aura of luminous warmth
the potent combination of the mildly hallucinogenic drug and her own
glaringly erotic fantasies had spread through her body when she felt his
wondering hands on her breasts, cupping those milky spheres with a selfless
joy.  An ensemble of dynamic emotions frenzied within her mind and
immediately ignited her already smoldering body; yet she had no power, nor
hardly the desire to resist.  She felt as if spellbound in her irresistible
state of delicious intoxication while the exquisite face moved closer to
hers and its perfect, sensual mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly,
wetly, warmly ...  and finally with a growing urgency.

   Her own lips felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed them being
tenderly pressed apart by Taylor's sweet-tasting tongue, sliding moistly
between them into her mouth.  His kiss sucked hungrily at hers, his tongue
grateful and fierce.  The strong, virile body came hard against her then,
its rigid stomach and fiery loins initiating a subtle undulating motion. 
It felt so good to Kimberly that her eyes half-lidded and her nipples,
already thick and hardened, tingled deliciously as a liquid shiver of
indescribable joy rippled thickly to the trembling pit of her belly.  They
passionately moaned into one another's mouths, rejoicing as they kissed so
deliriously.  His sinuous tongue was eager within her welcoming mouth,
loving and uninhibited.  She accepted his kisses, gratefully, but knew it
was time to intensify things even more.

   At last Kimberly reluctantly pulled her mouth from her lover's and
kissed him chastely upon the tip of his aquiline nose.  Her smoky eyes met
his, smiling blissfully.  "Oh, Taylor," she huskily breathed, "my friend,
my love.  " She bit her plump lower lip prettily.  "Would you like to suck
one of my breasts?'

   "Yeah, I sure would," he drawled.

   Taylor immediately bent over and lifted one of her naked breasts to his
wanton lips.  His nimble tongue swathed about the crinkled aching flesh at
the ripened buds of her bobbling bosom before he drew her chubby russet
nipple between his lips.  While he nursed contentedly, Cooper drew up and
followed suit, pushing the other pudding-soft mound so that his naughty
lips and teeth might pull at its puckered tip.  It was heavenly for
Kimberly, propped up on a mound of feather-filled pillows like a hedonistic
dynast, her eyes drifted closed, to decadently wallow in the services of
the cute hunks pleasuring her jiggling bosom.  They traded those swollen
nubbins back and forth, greedily suckling and nibbling, drawing and biting
with the raw carnality which a woman's nude body naturally seems to
engender in men.

   Having two horny men at her bosom at the same time was pure heaven.  The
sensory overload of slippery tongues swishing over her aching nipples,
pouty lips smooching those buds in liquid heat, pampering fingers massaging
her buttery-softness making long little tremors erupt in her tummy.  But
punctuating the dreamy rapture of the physical sensations was the jaded
pleasure she took in the very sight of their hungered mouths, the
gluttonous concavity of their flushed cheeks, their unguarded expressions
of debauched bliss ~~ Kimberly found herself a connoisseur of the subtle
joys of the menage-a-trois.  She dazedly realized that she was dangerously
close to a scintillating orgasm, and at the last moment she sat up and
pulled her nipples out of their mouths.  The cresting nubs were as big and
rotund as acorns and gleamed with a generous veneer of saliva, and her
congested breasts felt scrumptiously heavy and ached with cotton-candy
pleasure.

   "Ready to rock and roll?" Cooper asked.

   Kimberly looked at her husband and saw him draw away from her bosom to
lounge his muscular body upon the cushions, his long, thick penis swollen
rigidly in prominent erection.  She moistened her parched lips with the tip
of her tongue and nodded wordlessly.  Taylor's aroused state was equally
unquestionable, his bright eyes scanning her nakedness uncontrollably.  His
overt look fanned the raging flames of fiery passion in her heatedly
aroused body.  She was a woman, alive of flesh and blood, and she was
ravenous and in desperate need of sexual fulfillment.  He could see that,
she was certain, for his penis lurched even larger as his eyes stared
lustily at her downy pubic mound.

   "Kimberly ...  God, Kimberly!  I-I want you!  I want to fuck you!" he
panted.

   His raw heartfelt words sizzled in her brain like answers to the
irresistible tongues of fire licking at her body.  She wanted him too, she
could not deny it.  Didn't she feel more like a woman than ever before in
her life?  Ooohhh, yes dear God!  Yessssss!

   Powerless to defy the inescapable heat of her desire, Kimberly knelt
nakedly on the soft floor and sheathed her lover's turgid organ, her hand
lovingly stroking his manhood.  She and her husband had been uncertain how
to proceed from this point, thinking that perhaps she could seat them both
side by side and alternately fellate them.  But now she knew there couldn't
be any more waiting, no time for second thoughts.  All that mattered was
having him and Cooper, their bodies joined together for the ultimate
physical pleasure they could give and receive.

   Kimberly turned around and straddled her beloved in the wife-above
position.  As she spread her lush thighs and climbed astride him, kneeling
on either side of his squirming hips, she bent down to hungrily kiss his
handsome mouth.  "Oh ...  I love you so much, Cooper!" she emotionally
whispered, clutching his blood-gorged tumescence in her curling fingers. 
He couldn't help his raucous gasp of breath to her soft hand's gentle
grasp. He reached up to cup the enticing pair of thrusting mounds her
buoyant, pink-nippled breasts made as she moved the blunted tip of his
inflated glans back and forth to part the lubricious groove of her ravenous
cunny, clearing the way for his ensuing entrance.  Holding her puffy labia
open, she lowered her haunches until his stout hardness began smoothly
slithering into her receptive body.  Her brain pirouetted at the stupefying
glory of absorbing her sexy husband's searing hardness up into her
intensively churning loins, magnificently stretching the liquid flesh of
her clasping pussy.

   When it suddenly occurred to Kimberly that she was performing before an
audience, even of just one, unforeseen sensations of exhibitionistic
naughtiness swept through her!  Taylor was sitting there, both
voyeuristically seeing the unguarded expression of hedonistic gratification
lighting her face and entrancedly watching Cooper's impressive length
slowly sinking up into her juicy pussy.  The indecent thought, and her
feverish response to the reality, made her sopping walls noisily slurp her
husband up inside her luscious channel.  He instinctually pitched his hips
off the pillows, allowing her elated cunny to consume him all the way down
to the depths of his bloating balls into her succulent depths.  She cried
out her exultation, feeling every nuance of his fleshy cock as it filled
her to the base of her belly, and could not resist sensually raising and
lowering her fervently seizing sex on his spearing masculinity, sultry
waves of fluidic warmth sweeping through her electrified body.

   The shamelessly aroused Kimberly was soon exuberantly bouncing up and
down as she knelt over her well-hung husband, her legs out wide, tensed, as
she took him deep; and Cooper was affectionately fondling her jiggling
breasts, one in each hand, as he unfalteringly raised and lowered his
potent loins.  Taylor moved closer and around behind Kimberly, between
Cooper's spread legs, his wide eyes gawking at her squirming rump, the
chubby buttocks alluringly clenching and unclenching as she pumped up and
down on the thickset piston.  Intermittently he could see the tasty hole of
her dimpled anus, just above the hefty instrument sawing in her glistening
cunny, and he couldn't deny the salacious hunger that suddenly washed over
him.

   "Oh ...  oh God, Cooper!" Kimberly shudderingly whimpered down at her
husband's ever slackening face.

   "Easy ...  easy, sweetness!  Don't lose your nerve now!" Cooper choked,
unable to keep from thrusting his enthrallingly tingling cock into her now
hesitantly working loins.  "Keep loving me ...  y-yeah ...  like that,
pretty girl ...  don't be afraid ...!"

   `God ...  I wouldn't be afraid if your big cock wasn't filling me to
capacity,' Kimberly apprehensively reasoned.  And now she felt Taylor's
warm face between the lewdly spread hemispheres of her vulnerably uptilted
buttocks, his scorching tongue making sensual contact with the forbidden
hole of her wrinkled anus!  He began to lick up and down the smooth valley,
while her husband beneath maintained his upthrusting cadence.  She
tremulously groaned to her backdoor lover's serpentine tongue licking once
more at the tiny pleats of her pregnable rectum, the tip curlingly
attempting to worm its way beyond the baby-like mouth.  `Ooohhh ...' she
inwardly gasped to the vulgar but undeniable pleasure his wanton licking of
the banned orifice was bringing her.

   Kimberly's sensually taxed body convulsively spasmed to this added
arousal of their lewdly grinding coupling.  Her legs and belly quivered,
invigorated, shrill gasps of lust-infused delight squealing from her throat
as she subserviently leaned forward, tilting her pelvis upward and
presenting the full bull's-eye of her defenseless anus to Taylor.  She
strained to look back and saw and felt him gripping the rounded curve of
her milky-pale hips, the bevel-tipped length of his modest erection jerking
obscenely in its lusty length.  Her entire body ripplingly quivered in its
straddling position above her husband's pussy-impaling loins as her
cognitive brain swam in its vortex of fluxing lust.  This was the ultimate
moment of truth!  The strapping young man intended to sodomize her and the
full meaning behind his eager goal sent breathless gasps surging through
her!

   "Ok, I'm ready," Kimberly choked.  "Go ahead." She was half-afraid that
if Taylor didn't act that instant, she'd lose her nerve.  Had there only
been the youthful hunk alone, that might be one thing, but with Cooper's
big cock filling her at the same time ...  my God!  She was reassured only
by her darling husband clutching tightly at her waist, while he deliciously
corkscrewed up into her, the bulgy dome expounding the breaths from her
with every delectable lunge.

   "J-Just hold tight, honey buns ...  don't panic!  It'll be all right!"
Cooper gurgled from beneath her, his hips ceaselessly shimmying.

   Before she had another chance to waver, Taylor was fumbling his cock
between her unsullied cheeks.  An electric shock jolted through her when
his spongy knob pushed up against her naked anus.  She groaned and dropped
her head as the mushroomy tip insinuated itself between the outer creases
of her cringing nether entrance.  For the briefest moment, she tightened up
and denied him entry, the resisting ring of insubordinate flesh holding
firm.  But the ultimate subjugation happened then, her delicate sphincter
submissively dilating, and her fruitless rectal resistance was swept away
like a flimsy dam before a torrential deluge.

   "Aaaaahhhh!" Kimberly grunted out helplessly, her pony-tailed head
flailing to the ferocious shock of assaulting sensation screeching back
through her wide-split rump as she intensely sensed the tapered length of
his lust-glutted penis moistly popping up inside and penetrating the
reluctantly stretching cavern of her rectum as if she were inviting him in.
With a responsive, wrenching lurch, she reacted to the impaling manhood
piercing her anus, but Cooper's lustfully clutching hands at her waist held
her firm.  She grunted and strained to her inexorably expanding sphincter
under the unrelenting intrusion into the sweltering, rubbery depths of her
defenseless back-passage until he was balls-deep in her ass.

   `I've done it!" Kimberly silently exulted as she felt her passion and
spirit unbounded, freed beyond her wildest dreams.  She had two men inside
of her, both of them rock-hard and buried in her cautiously accommodating
body.  Nothing but the tissuey membranes of her cunny separated Cooper's
cock from Taylor's, and the combined effect of their two deep-delving
penises gave her a feeling of sumptuous fullness that she had never dared
fantasize possible.  The erotic fire that her husband's pleasure-prompting
manhood had instigated in the molten core of her overwrought body tinged
the sodomistic distress into a bizarre stimulation.  She felt saturated
with cloying wetness over the entire area of her buttocks and loins, a new
masochistic thrill sweeping through her at the debased thought of her
previously chaste ass being reamed from behind by a virtual stranger while
her own darling husband heedlessly pumped up into her from below at the
same time!  Her stuffed holes began to twinge with tormented bliss and the
savory pressure inside her became so astonishingly exquisite that she
started squealing crazily.

   "Wow, listen to her," Cooper laughed.  "She's as hot as a pistol!"

   Taylor took those words as permission and he initiated a slow, easy
rhythm into her now stretched nether-channel.  Maddeningly, she hung on a
plateau of excruciating pleasure, immersed in the beguilingly foreign
sensation of her younger lover's thankfully smallish penis skimming
relatively easily into her deeper depths, pushing the malleable, resilient
flesh of her rectum before it.  He was seemingly plunging all the way up to
the hotly constricting opening of her very bowels while at the same time
Taylor's beefy organ brushed seethingly at the underside of her churning
tummy.  Her belly and loins were absolutely filled to the hilt on swollen
cock, meteoric sensations rippling through her.  She was delirious with
pyretic lust, so much on fire that the very room seemed about to burst into
flames.  Dually impaled, she felt wonderfully sluttish and at the same time
hopelessly trapped and helpless.

   Kimberly's cries had morphed from helplessly pleading whimperings
brought on by the dual ravagement of her helpless loins to abandoned sobs
of lilting ecstasy.  Her dulcet tones were harmonized by both Cooper's
resonant moans and Taylor's deep-chested whimpers as they skewered her like
a lifeless rag-doll between them.  Both humped with burgeoning rhythm up
into the intimate confines of her shamelessly-expanded passages in
symmetrical unison, their timing somehow coming together as they both
withdrew their wildly throbbing penises until only the heads remained
inside her: Taylor's slender cock held by the tight sphincter muscle, and
her husband's driving shaft by the ovalled lips flanging her insatiable
cunny.  Then they both rammed simultaneously, driving deep down her
passages, and their stiffness pushed and grated against each other along
the parallel channels of her honey-drenched cunny and rectum.

   Kimberly bucked her full-figured body like a mare in heat on the men,
trying to match their near-bestial rhythm, now squirming back on Taylor's
tapered hardness, then downward onto Cooper's meaty trunk, heightening
feelings of subservient joy spuming in frothy surges through her enraptured
veins.  Dear God, she had never been so completely and thoroughly fucked in
her entire life.  It was difficult to tell where Cooper's cock ended and
where Taylor's began ~~ they were so closely contained in her saturated
body that the soul-stirring effect of one amplified the other.  Her rear
end seemed tremendously stuffed, as did her plugged pussy, and the deep
interiors of both holes radiated with heavenly pressure and lustrous heat.
From the lower torso down she was choked with cock ~~ mercilessly pillaged
by invasive maleness that thoroughly controlled her.  She didn't want the
ravishing to ever end ...  She loved it ...  Oh, God, she loved it!

   Cooper and Taylor incessantly pounded against Kimberly's
whorishly-spread loins, each to his separate orifice, each working together
in spectacular harmony, the dark-haired youth's dangling balls slapping
hard against her pillowy bottom when his virile rod raced up into her
feverishly tingling anus, while her churning belly and inflamed cunny
quaked and tremored to the mind-shattering fornication her husband's hot,
battering body was giving her.  The mere thought of their luridly unnatural
coupling flashed erotically driven sensations through her nakedly slaving
body.  She wished there was some way she could look back between her open
legs and watch their superb penises disappearing inside her swallowing
holes, but she could only mentally visualize, and flashed on the
realization she had two sets of testicles swaying in their respective
pleated pouches dangling out of her genital area.  For some debauched
reason that particular image drove her even crazier, catapulting her toward
a vortex of cyclonic lust!

   Cooper had long since lost any measure of restraint he had once so
proudly thought he possessed.  This incredible menage-a-trois, the first
he'd experienced where he was one of two men, was a depraved thrill not
only for the frantically writhing Kimberly but for him as well.  Her
fire-filled, salaciously suctioning cunny seemed determined to drain his
screaming balls to the very marrow of his skeleton.  But even more
intoxicating was the breathtaking sensation of the pistoning erection
lunging up her ass-channel only a flimsy membrane away, about to drive him
insane as it scraped heatedly against the burning length of his own
blood-thumping rod.  Goddamn ...  oh, goddamn ...  he hadn't allowed
himself to think this way since college and never had been courageous
enough to act upon those dark impulses.  He couldn't believe the
unthinkable was happening, or that he was playing an integral part in it,
even though he knew that it, along with his role and the realization that
before too much more time he would be sexually curious with Taylor, were
realities.

   Kimberly's lust-glutted mind was now completely devoid of analytical
thought.  Sandwiched between her husband and her illicit lover, she was
squirming frenetically, thrusting her flame-charred genitals back and down
in an obscene rhythm onto the savagely despoiling cocks hammering into her
despoiled intimate conduits.  Her pendulous breasts jigged beneath her,
their chubby nipples raking grazing Cooper's sweat-bathed chest, while her
own pony-tail bobbed as she insanely tossed her head from side to side. 
Ululating gasps and harsh grunts issued from her lips as she rashly
escalated towards a fulminating orgasm.  Like brilliant burgundy roses, a
flamboyant orgasm blossomed in her churning pussy, her convulsing ass, her
jolting belly.  With her lower body overflowing, the roiling force of her
tempestuous climax seemed to expand in maroon-hued surges upward into her
jouncing torso, rushing the sheening ecstasy through her overjoyed veins
and into her waggling bosom until her nipples were fluttering with
glittering crimson heat.

   "There she goes!" Cooper shouted merrily.

   All the while Kimberly was coming, Taylor kept slamming away at her
gaping anus.  She wanted to tell him to stop, that the torrid pleasure was
becoming too much like scalding anguish but she was squealing so
frantically that she couldn't get the words out.  She spasmodically
shuddered and twitched as she felt the agony spasms in her bowels fading
while a fresh infusion of ichorous delight baptized her in rapturous
splendor.  And then Cooper choked and swore blasphemously as she freefell
her cauterizing cunny hungrily down in one mighty stab.  The breath rasped
from her tortured lungs and she cinched his paroxysming penis, feeling
every stuttering contraction as he began spitting thick jets of cream up
into the far recesses of her ferociously tremoring pussy.  She no longer
wanted Taylor to stop ~~ she wanted him to keep striking deep into her ass
while she sailed on the sunbursts of coruscating bliss storming through her
jubilant sex with unbounding joys over and over...

   For the next few months, Cooper and Taylor double-fucked Kimberly at
least once a week.  They switched places now and then, with Taylor taking
her vaginally and Cooper entering from the rear.  It was after one of those
excursions, during one of the long, steamy showers that took place
afterwards, that she found herself watching in intensely aroused amazement
as the two men explored each other in the billowing steam, her mind
rendered speechless as she witnessed the raw heat of long-denied
homoeroticism.  Her pussy was so saturated from the displayed masculine
sensuality, her body so tremulous with seething desires, that she was eager
to try a double penetration standing up when they rejuvenated thirty
minutes later.  Cooper was backed into the corner of the stall; Kimberly
sat on his reinvigorated cock with her curvaceous legs wrapped around his
athletic waist and her buttery buttocks in his strong hands; using slippery
suds as lubrication, Taylor stood behind her and jabbed his hardened cock
up her very willing anus.  It was magnificent.

   One autumn morning, not too long after that incredible experience,
Kimberly was padding into the kitchen after throwing a comfortable robe
around her, put on the indispensable coffee and then idly ambled into the
living room.  The coffeemaker beeped its announcement, and she went back to
the kitchen.  She poured herself a cup of hot coffee then strolled into the
study, sat on the padded office chair in front of the desk where she'd
discovered the fateful DVDs those few months prior.  She smiled wistfully,
thinking how appropriate that here, where it all began, her sexual
adventures would continue, though not in the same fashion.  Because they
had placed the computer on the desk a few weeks ago and it was there she
was convinced she would discover her new playmate.

   It was now the Friday following their final wild, orgiastic weekend with
Taylor at the picturesque mountain retreat they had rented an hour and a
half drive outside of Blue Bay before he left for Memphis on the morning
train.  He had accepted an offer to work as an in-house studio musician for
one of the major Nashville-based labels.  Though sad that their regular
menage-a-troises were now at an end, she was grateful to the young hunk for
what he had been strongly responsible in promoting.  She felt a new and
freer woman, a more fulfilled woman, now that she had been initiated into
sexual games she had always previously thought were degrading and sinful.
And, too, she was grateful for him having tangentially assisted her in
pleasing Cooper to the very best of her abilities, giving him all that he
wanted from their marriage ~~ and, she hoped, even more than he expected.

   The newly-uninhibited housewife sighed, smiling secretly, as she
remembered that last night on the plush rug in the steam-billowed bathroom
when Cooper was soulfully kissing her between her widely spread thighs
while she was wolfishly gorging on Taylor's delectably hard, tasty
masculinity while the rakishly cute stud was slurpily swallowing her
husbands throbbing cock.  A ripple of sensuous pleasure coursed through her
insatiate body at the recollection of that erotic moment ~~ could her macho
husband ever have succumbed to the indescribable joys of being with another
man without her?  She doubted it ~~ and of the recalled joys she had
experienced the remainder of their stay at the mountain cabin and the
nights which had followed it in hers and Cooper's marital bed.

   Oh, things were so wonderful now!  They were making love two and three
times a night, every night, and finding new and exciting wild pleasures
each and every time.  Why, only last night they had lain in the classic
sixty-nine position for over an hour, their lips and tongues giving
spiraling rollercoaster rides to the other as they made oral love. 
Cooper's tongue had sent her whirling to incalculable orgasms during that
time, while she had used her smaller toy to ravish his tender anus and
sucked and milked his manhood of the resultant delicious loads of sticky
seed, never allowing that marvelous penis of his to escape her adoring lips
...  even when it had deflated, she continued to nibble and suckle it until
it once more grew to its monstrous proportions in the cushiony heat of her
devoted mouth...

   And the pictures, too, had been an aphrodisiac for both of them.  Soon
after their first night with Taylor, she had allowed Cooper not only to
take naughty pictures of her, posing herself at first in classic Playboy
model pouting but progressively in more lewd positions before its
all-seeing eye.  Within a few months she allowed him to use the camcorder
and she'd been shocked not only that the viewer could see his engorged
penis gliding inside her very-willing vagina astraddle him, alongside him,
beneath him but that almost immediately she was willing to allow him to
film her performing fellative love.  They had looked at their images
together, of them making love and while she was not surprised Cooper had
immediately became aroused she was astonished at how profoundly erotic she
found the experience.  Immediately they had inverted their positions on the
bed and licked and sucked one another to climax after wonderful climax...

   Kimberly shifted slightly on the seat cushion as spirals of shimmering
passion began to unfurl through her, and she could feel her nipples harden
beneath the plain cotton dress she wore.  Lord, but she wished Cooper would
be home tonight!  She had never known she possessed such strong sex drives
until now; she couldn't seem to get enough of her husband and his sultry
mouth, sinuous tongue, and rampant cock.

   The beautiful young wife sighed again, resignedly, and turned on the
computer, punching up the web address Cooper had suggested to her.  The
site was surprisingly classy and well-designed and in a few minutes she'd
brought up a page with four columns of sexually-liberated individuals and
couples who were interested in varying degrees of sexual experimentation.
Man and wife will exchange erotic poses with similarly motivated couple. 
Nothing G or PG rated.  Oral expected, anal preferred.  Cleveland, Ohio...

   Couple with a bisexual female college student lover would like to meet
like-minded people everywhere.  Our inhibitions are very few and we doubt
you've tried anything as wild as us!  If you don't believe us, email us. 
Atlanta, Georgia...

   She re-read them, sipping her coffee, and two distinct things happened.
One, a growing, almost pervasive tingling started again down between her
legs as she cast her thoughts momentarily from her own loss and into the
homes of the advertisers.  The average Mr.-and- Mrs.  Joneses who were
posing naked on their beds and rugs, happily cavorting before the lens of
the camera and anxiously waiting to swap their experiences for others...

   Her subconscious was at work again, building the fire of prurient
desires faster than her consciousness could bank the flames.  She tightened
her inner thigh muscles, wishing away the featherlike proddings of her
sensual nature ...  and, of course, was unable to.

   Kimberly was flabbergasted at the seemingly unending parade of thousands
of exhibitionistic people who, like her husband, garnered a special thrill
from exhibiting their sexual passion in front of a lens ...  and seeing the
very same of others.  And in that instant, the no longer quite so innocent
wife, so less worldly than other supposedly bolder and more swinging
people, suddenly considered exchanging photos on the internet.  The thought
made her gasp!  She couldn't!  Yes, she had already been involved in more
than two dozen menage-a-trois lovemaking sessions but Taylor was someone
Cooper had already known, not some anonymous stranger who might be hiding
sinister intentions behind the guise of the internet.  But ...  the
situation as it was certainly was unbearable.  She had become addicted to
getting laid front and rear and had to find a solution.

   Still, the whole concept boggled her imagination.  Trembling, she downed
the coffee and then poured herself another cup.  Could she?  No ...  no!

   But what other alternative was there?  This way she would be pleasing
her husband, wouldn't she?  Yes, and not only would the third partner make
him respond in ways she simply was unequipped to fulfill, but she could try
to quell this unslakable thirst she'd been suffering ever since Taylor had
left.  She'd learned some of the more salacious techniques of sex-play and
now she incessantly craved that intense style of lovemaking.  If truth be
told, that was the strongest motivation of all, something she knew she once
would have hotly denied, due to the ingrained prudery instilled since birth
by her narrow-minded parents.  She was genuinely titillated and energized
by the wild sex as much, even more, than her husband was and her newfound
epiphany granted her the ability to see this and recognize the healthy and
natural emotion for what it was.

   Now excited over the idea, she pored over the ads, culling out the
prospective candidates by her specific needs, looking for one advertisement
that sounded as though written by sensitive, understanding person who was a
suitable distance from home.  Even with the stringent qualifications, she
discovered a flood of appropriate aspirants remained and so she began
winnowing through the possibilities.  `No, no, not that one ...  nor this
one ...  perhaps ...  wait, here's one!' She read it carefully:

   "Good looking man, late 30's, well endowed, happily divorced.  Would
like to engage in no-strings intimacy with open-minded, pleasure-seeking
couple.  Discretion assured due to my position and your reputation.  Blue
Bay."

   `Yes ...  about the same age and same background, intelligent, sincere
and unpretentious,' Kimberly thought.  And, as an added bonus, his
photograph was fully nude.  He was a darkly handsome man with classic
European features, Kimberly guessed perhaps of Northern Italian or French
Mediterranean ethnicity, the classically stylish air enhanced by closely
cropped ebon hair and a spade-cut moustache brightened by a winsome smile
she found decidedly appealingly masculine.  His body was burly athletic,
with strapping shoulders and a fine dusting of hair powdered across his
barrel chest and hefty arms.  He wasn't hard in his photos but he had a
luscious penis with big, dangling balls.

   `What harm could be done in trying?  What could go wrong?  Who could get
hurt?  We've got nothing to lose.'

   * * * * * Cooper enthusiastically agreed with Kimberly on her choice in
Dominic and urged her to be the facilitator.  Over the next few weeks, she
began to reach out to the handsome stranger, first via simple messages on
the website's message board, then proceeding gradually to e-mailing one
another, trading instant messages, and, after a certain amount of trust
developed, cell phone numbers and even a rather bawdy webcam session.  At
the end of the electronic conference, with all parties less than fully
dressed, flushed and out of breath, they mutually agreed to meet : next
Friday night, the Palazzo, Blue Bay's swankiest hotel.

   The evening could not have gone better.  Dominic proved even more
handsome in person, debonair and refreshingly self-deprecating in his
easy-going sense of humor.  The three hit it off over drinks in the Cedar
Room followed by dinner in the opulent Bamboo Lounge.  When they ended up
in the Moonmist Lounge, both men taking turns dancing with the
flirtatiously adorned Kimberly to the crooning songs of classic 1950s jazz
standards, she was more than ready to depart for their room.  That desire
only intensified when Dominic began blatantly fondling her plush bottom,
taking hold of the pillowy orbs and squeezing them.  She sighed dreamily,
knowing the sight would be just as thrilling to Cooper as the sensation was
to her and was not surprised in the slightest when less than a minute later
she saw out of the corner of her eye him waving to catch her attention,
holding the room keys in one hand and gesturing upwards.

   In the room, they imbibed goblets of chilled champagne and puffed on
hand-rolled hash cigarettes.  Dominic laughed at the couples audacity when
Kimberly had produced the illegal drugs, wondering out loud what the
authorities would think if they found illicit contraband in such a stately
place as The Palazzo.  Cooper wanted to laugh, remembering the piles of
snowy white powder and tiny blue pills he'd cleaned up when Lurlene
Loughlin, one of the fading country stars he'd pampered when she came to
town a few years ago, had very nearly overdosed in a room far more
extravagant than this one.  But he did relate a well-worn rumor ~~ that
while everyone in Blue Bay knew the Mafia had lost hold of the city when in
1986 Antony "Big Caesar" Carlucci was murdered, not everyone knew the mob
was still entrenched on the periphery, doing some protection rackets,
shakedowns via high-end call girls, and dealing ecstasy through the
nightclubs they controlled.  "In fact, the scuttlebutt has it that the
nightclubs the Mazzucchi family run are there to launder dirty money and
that its not only nightclubs but also hotels like ...  The Palazzo!"

   Dominic stared at Cooper with wide eyes and gave a theatrical whistle
that left the three laughing in streams of alcohol-inspired gaiety.

   When the gales of laughter faded, kimberly stood up and said, "I could
use another drink.  Anybody for another?"

   Dominic rose, grinning.  "Sure.  I'll join you." They walked to the bar
at the other end of the room, leaving Cooper alone for the first time. 
Kimberly couldn't help but feel the salacious eyes of the man upon her, and
she smiled provocatively at him.  "That little display we put on for your
husband in the Moonmist," Dominic said in the relative privacy.  "He seems
to be quite willing for me to go to bed with his wife?  Were you two this
blasé your first time?"

   "Well," Kimberly said with a soft smile, "Let's just say I was a little
shy the first time."

   "Are you now?"

   Kimberly felt her whole moral upbringing abandon her for a second time,
and the surge of sexual freedom stirred her thighs and breasts with
physical desire.  "Not in the least," she breathed huskily at him.  "I want
you as much as you want me."

   "That's a hell of a lot," he laughed.  "Then we'll work out something
later, all right?"

   "Mmmmmmmmm, love to," Kimberly replied, wrinkling her nose.  "We have
two double beds, and I know my husband won't object."

   The excitement of the occasion coursed through Kimberly, and she tingled
all over with the picture of the mini orgy which was to happen.  She lifted
her glass and drank heavily, the liquor not quenching her inner fire but
only making it flame still brighter.

   As Kimberly mixed a fresh round of drinks, Dominic stepped up close to
her at the bar, feeling his heart pounding at the nearness of this
provocative woman.  It was unbelievable, and yet, it was very real.  As
real as his penis now hardening in his pants at the nearness of Kimberly
Castleton, as real as his hand which had moved as if with a will of its
own, to cup and knead one of her plush, pliant buttocks.

   "Ummmmmm!" she whispered, leaning her body back against his hand,
undulating her hips lightly.  "That's nice, lover.  Are you getting a
little hot, or am I all wet?"

   "You're all wet," he answered.  "I'm a hell of a lot more than a little
hot right now!"

   "Do you have a hard-on, lover?"

   "Jesus, yes!"

   "Let me feel it," she said, and she put down the swizzle stick with
which she had been stirring the drink she'd just built and reached her hand
down to lightly fondle the now-bulging front of Dominic's trousers.  "Oh,
my, my, my!  You really do have a lovely hard-on, don't you?"

   "Christ, Kimberly, I want you!" Dominic breathed, pressing his loins
against her swelling buttocks.  "I want to fuck you!"

   She chuckled huskily.  "I know you do, sweetie.  And I want to fuck you,
too, make no mistake."

   "I don't know how much longer I can wait."

   "Why wait at all?" she asked.  "We can go right down the hallway there
and into the master bedroom."

   "But ...  what about Cooper?"

   Kimberly chuckled again, thinking about her husband's agreement to her
suggestion that he stay behind at first this time to give Dominic and her a
chance to get comfortable.  "Don't worry about him.  We have an agreement.
Shall we, lover?"

   "Christ, yes!"

   Dominic followed Kimberly down the hallway, leaving the drinks on the
bar, forgotten.  She didn't turn on any lights in the master bedroom but
there was a full moon tonight and its ethereal incandescence penetrated the
undraped windows at the far end, illuminating the room as brightly as if
there had been a small lamp lit.

   As soon as they were inside, and the door had been shut, Kimberly turned
and began to slowly, tantalizingly, undo the belt which held her sarong
closed at the waist.  When she had it loosened, she put her hands on
Dominic's shoulders and gently brushed a kiss upon his invitingly sensuous
mouth.  She kept her lips together but lingered against the warm fullness
of his rich lips, feeling tingly and weak.  Her heavy eyelids slid drowsily
closed and she felt a flush tinge her cheeks when he nimbly unbuttoned her
blouse, his hands caressing her revealed curves hungrily.  He palmed her
creamy breasts, lifting them to feel their luxurious weight.  She got
breathy immediately ~~ and seriously hot ~~ when he began fondling the
buttery-soft mounds with delirious abandon, wallowing in the sumptuous
flesh he had openly craved, squeezing, thumbing her thickening nipples.

   Each time Dominic pulled on her chubby nubbins, erotic currents streaked
from her bobbling bosom and into her smoldering belly, igniting the liquid
fires of her desire.  When he broke off their sexy kiss and leaned over,
his sultry breath swirling over her naked chest, she could feel her breath
hitch with wanton anticipation.  He fed those appetizing buds into his
ravenous mouth, lips crushing them in velvet heat while his sinuous tongue
whirred over the tender tips.  He was a skilled and inventive lover, moving
from the dark crest of one snowy peak to the other and back again, making
her quiver helplessly as he suckled her swollen peaks.  And then something
strange happened.  A delightfully petite orgasm, entirely unexpected,
suddenly flashed forth from her thumping clitoris as a sparkling glimmer,
the twinkling mote skittering chaotically through her aroused body, leaving
a flowing warmth in its wake.

   Coming like that ~~ had it really happened?  ~~ made Kimberly feel oddly
bashful and self-conscious.  The awkward feeling of shyness lingered even
as she undressed, allowing her lover's glittering eyes to feast on what lay
beneath.  She was completely nude, alluring, a seductress, a temptress, and
his blatantly horny expression rekindled her flagging cravings.  "It's all
yours, lover," she said coquettishly, stepping backward nimbly to the bed
and then lying down and stretching her body out full length, cat-like and
graceful, drawing her legs apart to allow him to see.  "All yours, to do
whatever you want," she urged, rolling her curvaceous hips in slow,
provocative circles on the chenille bedspread, kneading her breasts with
the palms of her hands, mirroring the exciting way he had.  "But get naked
first.  Let me see that beautiful hard cock of yours."

   Feverishly, Dominic tore at his clothing, throwing his shirt and
trousers and boxers in a messy heap on the Oriental carpet.  Erect,
Kimberly found his penis to be surprisingly big ~~ much bigger than she
would've guessed from the photos he had sent.  The daunting size of his
hefty cock worried her a little bit.  She'd have no trouble handling him in
her pussy, of course; while significantly sized, he was noticeably less
well-endowed than her horse-hung husband. .  Even in her daintier ass, she
knew she'd be able to accommodate him.  But when she added Cooper's big
lady-thriller into the equation, she wasn't sure she had enough capacity in
her secret twin tunnels to take in both of them at once.  It wasn't that
she wanted to back out, really.  Dominic's manhood might have been more
than she bargained for, but that only made the challenge more exciting.

   Sitting up, Kimberly took a pre-lubricated condom from the nightstand
and unrolled it over Dominic's spearing erection.  While sheathing his
hefty organ in the transparent latex, she took the time to thoroughly
investigate the thickly hardened phallus poling upward from his loins.  She
gaped at its serpentine-veined girth, so very different from Taylor's
lovely appendage, and an unheralded sensation of libidinous excitement
rippled through her susceptive loins and belly at the debauchedly
stimulating sight.  When she curled her fingers about his hefty trunk and
squeezed them downwards to make sure the synthetic shroud was nice and
snug, she was captivatingly spellbound, and for a brief moment she felt her
head swim giddily followed by series of electrifying flares pyring brightly
in her moistening pussy.

   When Kimberly sprawled back on the spring mattress, Dominic threw
himself bodily upon her.  She lay there, wide eyed, biting her lower lip as
he parted her thighs and breathed deep the spicy fragrance of her perfumed
arousal.  Dark eyes blazing with lust, he fully mounted her, the impressive
bulk of his formidable manhood splaying open the puffy lips, already
drizzled in dewy moisture, of her tinglingly sensitively flushed pussy. 
She solicitously raised her hips and grasped his meaty rod, insinuating its
purplish mushroomed head into the honey-doused groove until the beveled tip
was pressing hotly into the mouth.  With a devilish smile he arched his own
hips in a smooth thrust, penetrating her to the very core of her being with
a shockingly effortless lunge that sent forth rippling little waves of
jubilant flesh before his entrance and left her breathless.  She cried out
in honest joy as he lay his long dark body alongside hers, his strong chest
flattening her high, heavy breasts, and pumped her leisurely.  Oh, they
both enjoyed it.

   With this being their first experience with lovemaking, Kimberly had
expected Dominic to be eager, if not frantic, but the deliberately slow,
almost lazy rhythm with which his agile hips delved into her cunny was so
unanticipatedly sexy that she was almost embarrassed by how soon the ripe
petals of her open pink flower dripped with eager girl-cream.  Her mouth
yawed wide, unthinkingly imitating her deliciously-stretched nether lips,
as she secretly savored his pleasurable invader throbbing and flexing
inside her, smoothing out every crevice and inner secret fold she might
have had.  He punctuated the sinfully scrumptious sensations by allowing
his rough hands to roam her nakedly voluptuous flesh possessively, fondling
her aching breasts and inflamed nipples, cupping her rounded shoulders and
running down her sleek sides to her quaking hips and back again.  She
kissed him passionately in return, lips reaching for his tasty mouth, his
cute ears, his strong neck and shoulders, tasting the salty tang of excited
masculine sweat.  His dark hair circled his wild, flushed face like a halo,
and she struggled to keep her heavy-lidded eyes upon him.

   Growing ever hornier, her desires whetted by Dominic's unhurried style
of fornication, Kimberly had begun clenching her hotly working buttocks
tightly to her own advantage as she began to ride rhythmically up and down
his succulent erection.  The slippery secretions of her passion-fluids
washed from the velvety walls of her sultry sex to lovingly bathe him even
as her gluttonous channel had already begun milking every fraction of his
magnificent organ, a muscularly suction to maximize the narcotic friction
she so desperately craved.  He responded by reaching up with his left hand
and squeezing at her buoyant, pink-nippled breasts while the right reached
for her fleshy pubic mound and cleverly pressed downward so that her
swollen clitoris, already pulsing insistently, would be crushed upon the
sliding rod of slick male hardness.

   Kimberly's sensuous lips smiled crookedly as she was possessed so
intimately by Dominic, engulfing her so consummately that she sensed all
moral restraints and powers of physical control gradually eluding her. 
Nothing mattered anymore but the enrapturing sensations this cute man's big
cock was bringing her as he instinctively humped her, the way her own
resilient breasts jiggled beautifully.  Oh, how he fondled her soft
hemispheres, tweaking their sensitive crests and pulling the crinkled peaks
into his worshipful mouth, his tongue whirring between the wet concavity of
his hued cheeks.  Yet, she still had her basic wits about her ...  knew she
was in her a hotel boudoir, not in her marriage bed, and that the naked,
lecherous man lying between her widespread, thighs and plunging his
wonderfully long length of masculine sinew up into her was a relative
stranger she'd met not a week prior on the Internet and that her beloved
Cooper would be joining them soon...

   * * * * *

   Cooper tiptoed down the carpeted hallway, holding his breath as he
neared the door and listened.  He heard muffled susurrating sounds and a
familiar moan of unadulterated passion from his wife.  The bedroom door was
half open and, slipping between the couch and end table, his back against
the wall, he looked into the full-length mirror bolted onto the door and
saw Kimberly lounging lewd and naked on the bed, sprawled on her side with
her legs split wide.  Dominic, equally naked, his tautly dimpled buttocks
facing him, was stretched between her legs and languidly pumping her juicy
pussy.  Unbidden jealousy immediately rose in his throat but was almost
immediately quelled by the dissolute lust ripping at his groin, swelling
his cock as he watched his beloved wife and her internet lover in a bawdy
embrace taking place not two yards from him.  The willing cuckold watched
mesmerized, bending over the table to get a better view of the obscene
tableau going on in the mirror.  His mouth was open and sweat was forming
on his upper lip as he watched his wife writhe, twist and undulate in a
lewd passion he had experienced with her many times since their first foray
into troilism with Taylor.

   Thinking of the blonde hunk he'd shared his initial encounter into taboo
lovemaking, he couldn't help but stare in licentious fascination at
Dominic's man-sized cock sluicing undemandingly into the gooey pink wetness
of Kimberly's tightly clinging, cinnamon-fringed cunny.  His own penis went
as hard as a fence-rail as he stared at her fully rounded buttocks
shimmying up and down, her wildly aroused sex threatening to eat his organ
alive ...  devour him in its slurping passion!  Christ, what a hot sex
machine Dominic had turned Kimberly into!  He raised his head to better
see, close enough that his glittering Atlantic-Blue eyes gaped at the wetly
glistening rod racing sleekly into her sex.  The sight of the frayed, pink
lips of her inner-cunny being extracted on Dominic's heavy-veined cock on
the down-stroke, then disappearing back up inside again when he stroked it
up between her milky thighs, damned made him feel in his mind as if she had
swallowed up his own...  except that he wasn't getting any of the benefits
from it.  Suddenly, he began tearing at his clothes, shedding his things
from the proud length of his husky manhood thrusting out from his virile
loins the moment it was freed.

   "How's it going?" Cooper cheerfully asked as he imperturbably strolled
up to the queen-sized bed where Kimberly and Dominic were groaning and
gasping as she worked in her perspiring nakedness over the darker man's
powerfully thrusting body.  "Just fine," Kimberly whispered, unfettered
sensations of increasing passion immersing her provocatively roused body as
she began an avaricious little grinding movement with her hearty hips and
buttocks.  Her gyrating, cock-choked pussy was a simmering cauldron of
continually building sexual sensations, those dissolute desires stoked all
the more at the site of her dearly loved husbands flagrant erection bobbing
as he made his way to the lubricating jelly they had stashed earlier in the
bedside table for this moment.

   "Now ...  you get right down behind me, Cooper darling ......  that's
right, just like that," Kimberly panted enthusiastically, her instructions
punctuated by occasional mewls of dissipated delight whenever Dominic hit a
sweet spot.  She had flung one voluptuous thigh over Dominic's rolling hip
so her anus was easily accessible.  "There ...  now just spread open my
cheeks, lover."

   He took the appealingly undulating mounds in his hands, spreading them
slowly outward with his thumbs until he could see the absolutely scandalous
spectacle of the burly rod of Dominic's shaft slithering into the greedily
clasping, crumpled folds of her nectar-steeped loins.  The sight of the
daintily feminine hole of her anus, almost a flushed red, and flexing hotly
in time to her extra-marital lover's thrusts from below as she bucked her
hips up and down onto the impaling organ caused his own swollen hardness to
jerk involuntarily.

   "Well, what do you see, lover?" Kimberly hissed, licentiously.

   Cooper was silent and Kimberly found herself once more dazzled by
Dominic's wonderful pleasure-giving manhood, her own upper torso bent
forward until her resilient breasts were squashed down against his powerful
chest, hardly aware of anything but the magnitude of her blissful
enrapturement.  Then, she felt a pair of strong thumbs pressing outward and
parting her pillowy buttocks.  The sudden probing at the sensitive raised
circle of her petite orifice swept away all other thought.  Though the
initial contact of what she knew was his thoroughly-greased glans at the
sensitive mouth of her rectum aroused new licentious sensations inside her
straining body.  Then, further insistent prodding caused her lovely brow to
furrow.  It was a tight squeeze under any circumstances anytime they
indulged in the darker pleasures of anal loving but with Dominic's
considerable erection already snuggled in her demure pussy, her ass was
even tighter than normal.  Though part of her wanted to resist the
unnatural invasion, she was hesitant to move away for fear of losing the
overwhelming erotic delight inflaming her vaginal passage to her quivering
belly from below, and she clenched her teeth to endure the intruder
struggling to ease its way inwards.

   "Oh ...  oh God ..." Kimberly whimpered, alternately biting her lip and
crying out.  Beads of sweat started trickling down her nose and cheeks and
her heart started racing.  Suffering under the relentless tortuous
pressure, her sphincter ached and throbbed, but finally the tight flexible
ring that was the last defense of her snugly clenched cavity popped open
and his engorged knob slid in.  She grunted loudly as the daunting inches
began to squirm their way unceasingly up into the satiny confines of her
conquered rectum.  Her cushiony bottom waggled between the two men she was
being sandwiched between and she was fervently thankful that Dominic was
laying serenely beneath her, waiting for Cooper to inevitably work his way
entirely into her.  She could see by the dark blush mottling his cheeks and
the wild light sparkling in his eyes that roaring sensations of swirling
lust must have been assaulting him, must have been able to feel Cooper
luridly pressuring up into her cringing entrance, but he restrained himself
and allowed his own pulsing cock to marinate in her honey-sloshed cunny.

   "Oooooh!" Kimberly moaned aloud, barely able to think any longer, the
sodomizing sensation was so overwhelming.  Masculine hands clutched
restrainingly at her waist and thighs, and Cooper's familiar proportions
had wriggled a few inches further into the rubbery depths of her slowly
expanding rectal channel.  The blistering discomfort emanating from her
sundered pucker was slowly transforming into the weirdly delightful raw
intensity that was the forbidden magic of anal sex.  Now that she enjoy the
dark pleasure, she could feel her man's pulsating dome plowing the spongy
flesh before it until finally she sensed the meaty weight of it rubbing
against Dominic's beneath her, separated only slightly by the diaphanous
sheath between her vaginal and rectal ducts.  Though a moment later
Cooper's strong hips bumped up against her uptilted rump with an audible
smack as he sunk all the way up into her bowels, she distinctly heard heavy
licentious breathing emanating from Dominic at this sinful sensation and
knew that Cooper would have found a new play-partner to indulge in the few
things she could not give him.

   Cooper couldn't hold back the throaty grunts of depraved pleasure
tumbling from his lips from the dual sights and thoughts of the deliciously
degrading things he was doing to this beautiful wife of his whom he really
loved with all of his heart and at the same time able to indulge in the
uninhibited sexplay he'd longed to pander to for all his life.  He felt
with lust-filled enjoyment the buttery-smooth flesh of her pelvis-flattened
fanny pressing tightly into his loins, wordless begging for more.  When he
tentatively churned in the chiffon heat of Kimberly's nether entranceway,
the indescribably erotic feel of Dominic's hot slab of still motionless
cock against his own as their lewdly swinging balls rubbed hotly below,
stoked him licentiously on.  His eyes locked on his own over-inflated organ
disappearing entirely into the skewered oval between her whorishly writhing
buttocks.  He grunted again, drawing it out slightly, watching with bated
breath the tender ridges of roseate flesh pulling out with it, and then
disappearing back inside with his inward plunge.  His breathing came
faster, louder, and suddenly with a guttural gasp of further wanton arousal
he began pumping rhythmically in and out.

   Kimberly was again hopelessly engulfed in sensual rapture, instigated by
the masculine hands fondling and squeezing her swaying breasts caressingly.
Her mind was adrift on the ethereal wisps of celestial rapture wafting
through her and it took her a few moments to recognize that they belonged
to Dominic who was watching with lecherously gleaming dark eyes.  Those
ebon orbs burned with inner fire as he began plunging into her wide
stretched pussy like a lubricated piston.  Relishing the decadent euphoria
his deepstrokings incited in her, she uncontrollably rippled her
flame-fueled loins and buttocks as she speared herself down onto the two
breathtaking penises humping into her passionately inflamed channels,
squeezing with her silky vaginal muscles and tensing her buttocks to
shamelessly tantalizing the impaling hardnesses.  Dear God ...  she felt
impossibly stuffed, gloriously glutted with tasty cock, and surrendered
herself completely, allowing her two lovers to plunder her front and rear.

   It took a little time, but soon both Cooper and Dominic were finally
striking a rhythm that was buffeting Kimberly's eagerly sandwiched body
smoothly between them.  On his side, Dominic looked as if he were about to
blow his lid, lifting right off the mattress with his every corkscrewing
thrust, but somehow still able to continue to stroke and knead her
rhythmically dancing bosom in a knowing, desire inciting manner.  They'd
reached such a harmonious regularity that every time the dark-eyed stranger
rammed into her gooey sex, he raised the curvaceous ovals of her
defenseless ass up to the in-and-out batterings of Cooper's remorselessly
drubbing cock.  Her whole smooth-fleshed body gleamed with sheening
perspiration, soft and clinging to it in patches, her full breasts
tenaciously wobbling from every hammering stroke they plied upon her

   "Yessss ...  oooohhhh yesssss!" Kimberly chanted hoarsely.  "Aaaahhh ...
God, yes!  Faster ...  faster!  Oh please!  Make me cum ...  oooohhhh!" she
begged of them, goading them on in a whirlpool of cyclonic lust.  Oh God
... don't ever let it stop ...  the building erotic bliss ...  the
titillating hands gripping and clutching at her as if she were a lowly
sluttish sex-slave!  Her conscious brain staggered under the cascading
sensory overload ...  nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of
profound ecstasy getting ready to implode inside her.  The gates of heaven
itself were about to burst open!  Wildly she strained toward the climactic
upheaval escalating inside her and she sensed Dominic's hardness twitch and
spasm, as was Cooper's in its lubricious pummeling of her wiggling butt! 
Oh ...  oh ...  Ooooh God ...  they were all three going to climax
together!

   Suddenly, Dominic cursed out and his rampaging cock began writhing like
a serpent as it spewed into her hungrily gulping cunny channel, while with
a loud oath of his eternal love, Cooper sledged deep into her rectum, his
heavy cock beginning to ejaculate its scalding jets deep into her seething
bowels.  The force of their dual paroxysms sent cascading bliss careening
through Kimberly.  She let out an ululating wail and felt her sweat-soaked
body shudder violently as the great gush of gurgling aqueous pleasure
bubbled through her.  Her wail became a wild banshee scream of ecstatic
enchantment ...  a scream that filled the room but she heard nothing as a
veil of ebon darkness descended upon her.  All she knew was her own
divinely beautiful orgasm blossoming like perfumed roses ~~ roses made of
glass.  And then glass shattering.