From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat part (M+F+, swing)[1/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:14:17 GMT Florida Heat Open Marriage Chronicles by Bill We were vacationing on Florida's west coast when I suggested to Ellen that she should date others. In eight years of marriage, we'd had no serious arguments, but now she was irritated. We were discussing this a half hour before sunset while we were in our swimwear,washing our Porsche on the narrow strip of grass separating the rented house and the beach. She calmed down, then laughed, convinced that this wasn't a ploy to allow me to fool around. She'd been so opposed to the suggestion that I was surprised when she finally caved in, agreeing, "O-kay, I'll consider it, Bill. But it's a dumb idea." I breathed like I'd just run a mile and said, "All I ask is that you tell me about the dates." She smirked doubtfully, but her eyes were telling me that her anger had been replaced by an excited imagination. Before we married, Ellen had been a beachwear and cosmetics model. A daughter of a Presbyterian minister, she doesn't smoke and had never drunk alcohol. Thanks to dieting and Bally, her measurements are the same now as when I met her. She's 5'8", has shoulder-length black hair, the rare color of brilliant, gray eyes, and a figure that turns the heads of both sexes. Here, in her white string-bikini, she looked even more appealing. The car now shined like new. I was lifting the portable vacuum when we glanced toward a young blond man, his fist gripping a sketch pad as he walked up from the beach. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt with epaulets and khaki safari slacks. He introduced himself as Greg, an art student at a local college. He asked directions to a nearby diner. With his tall, lithe body and tanned face, he looked more like a surfer than an artist. Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terry robe, Ellen smiled as she appraised Greg's handsome features. Her nervous blush looked like a advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me a quizzical nod. I picked up her cue and grinned toward Greg, "We haven't eaten either." Turning to Ellen, I blurted, "How about inviting this starving student over for dinner?" Ellen beamed as she agreed, enthusiastically, "Terrific idea," and turning to Greg, offered, "How about lobster?" He declined politely, but upon Ellen's urging, decided she was sincere, and nodded affirmatively, "I love lobster, thanks." I walked behind Greg, his gaze following Ellen's tall beach robed figure up the pebbled flagstones to the back door. In the dimly lit kitchen, Ellen slipped on her white high heeled pumps, accentuating her long legs. Although shy, Greg turned frequently to look at her as she prepared dinner. He was living with two roommates in a rented duplex two blocks from the college. He knew little about sports, and I knew little about art, so the conversation was strained until Ellen joined us. After dinner, Ellen took a shower, then returned in a low cut dark blue robe to sit on the floor between me in a chair and Greg on the couch. She was wearing nothing beneath the satiny material that clung to her body, contouring her nipples. I set chips and dip on the rattan coffee table and opened a bottle of white wine for Greg and me and a diet drink for Ellen. There was no mistaking the sexual electricity radiating between them. Their eyes locked as they exchanged stories of their lives before Florida. His gaze fell now and then to her bared leg and to the smooth, midnight blue material that exposed the pale sides of her breasts. Occasionally a word would catch in their throats. Both swallowed in excitation when their hands brushed as she offered him potato chips, her hand lingering to touch his. Because Greg was lean and hardened, I doubted that he usually ate snacks; but now, he didn't refuse any, allowing him another opportunity to caress her hand. She asked him to teach her some basic sketching rules, suggesting that they do so in what Floridians would call the "Florida room." In Long Island, we would call it a den. She preceded him into the room, tuned the stereo to a soft FM station, then came out to search for a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She whispered her plan, then returned to Greg, closing the door. As she suggested, I slipped out of the house, drove the car a block away, locked it, and sprinted back to an area between the darkened hedge and the Florida room's broad shuttered window. All other lights in the house were now turned off. The summer heat had allowed us to keep the glass shutters open, so I could hear everything they said. I was wondering how she'd handle champagne as I watched her sipping from her half empty glass as she curled alongside him on the couch. Their conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter. She glanced beyond the window but was unable to see me in the darkness. Turning to Greg, she pursed her lips and inquired, "Do you like to dance?" When he murmured something about not knowing how to "slow dance," she playfully offered to teach him. He accepted, his speech slurring from the champagne's intoxication. A soft glow bathed the room, and then she held out her hand, beckoning him. They swayed together, her cheek brushing his. He stroked her hair. He held her for moments after the second song had ended, then turned away to drink the last of the champagne from his glass. Ellen's face was flushed now, her soft lips trembling with fear and passion as she danced slowly with Greg. She swallowed nervously, glancing to his engorged manhood surging beneath his slacks. Another melody drifted from the stereo. She closed her eyes as he reached for her. The tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down his neck. Her tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as her lips touched his. Ellen's hips gyrated in eager passion. Greg opened her robe, sliding it from her shoulders. Her nipples were erect. Her body trembled in excitation as the robe fluttered to the floor. She blushed as he pulled her to him, his lips crushing hers. Ellen's hands tremored as she removed his shirt. Her legs shaking, she sank to her knees to unbuckle his belt. She pulled his slacks down his long legs, her full lips brushing his chest and stomach. The largest member she'd ever seen burst free. She gulped fearfully, her eyes widened in disbelief. On her knees, cringing in terrified awe as Greg's long cock swayed before her, she looked like a sacrificial virgin worshiping at a serpentine alter. Shuddering, she licked her crimson lips. Her full pale breasts were rippling with passion. I could feel the desire radiating between them as her mouth strained to encircle his shaft that was curving up from the tuft of blond pubic hair. Ellen was moaning; her hips were rolling back and forth like waves on the beach. Greg gaped at his glistening manhood as the fullness of her lips glided along its length. As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers of a shelftop digital clock, he tremored, "What if your husband returns early from work?" She muttered, her soft voice quaking, "He won't. He works near Tampa Bay and won't be home until eight in the morning." He lifted her from the floor, then lowered her to the couch, tasting her melon-like breasts. He sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood out like spikes. Her face was burning, her breath hissing like a radiator. Ellen pressed her breast's soft ripeness against his face, her cries of pleasure piercing the room's air. She squeezed his cock, its purple, bulbous head surging inches beyond the breadth of her small fist. Mewing in ardor, she had forgotten that I was watching. I envied Greg's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I unzipped and pulled it from my slacks, pumping slowly. He pushed her trembling legs apart. Her pale coral mound pulsated. I realized then that she'd shaved her pubic hair while in the shower. His lips grazed her swollen clitoris, causing her body to shimmy as she rotated her smoothness against his mouth. He moved up her body until his tongue was twirling against hers. My chest heaved in excitement as he mounted her. Her body shivered, her eyes following the downward path of his shaft. Her eager cunt quivered upward to touch the intrusive member. She moaned, tears of pleasure pooling in her eyes as his broad cock-head pushed through her creaming cuntal folds. Her fervid tunnel now engulfed his shaft as she hissed, "Oh GOD! I'm on FIRE!" Her tremoring thighs caressed his back, reeling him in. And then, she was wailing with lust as he pistoned deep within her. Ellen thrashed her head from side to side. Her hips swirled as she reveled in his heated fucking. Swinging her legs around his shoulders, she pressed her back against the cushions, squealing, her eyes glistening with tears. Her face registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive cock. Her voice quavering, she whimpered, "Oh GOD! GREG! I've never FELT like this!" Thrusting into her quaking pussy, Greg was immersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened. His chest heaved as he looked down on her rolling eyes. He moaned unintelligible noises I could remember making as a young marine with women who were never as gorgeous as Ellen! I couldn't have imagined fucking a woman that beautiful! A MARRIED woman! Her body shimmied. Unable to take her eyes off the monstrous cock ramming into her shaved pussy, she cried, "Oh, Greg, I LOVE your cock! God HELP me! I LOVE FUCKING YOU!" I was drugged with a time- stilling sensation as she rolled, pulling Greg beneath her. Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her fiery well of passion sucking in his long, steaming poker. Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she bucked against him, Greg murmured, "Yes, Ellen, I love it too! I love fucking YOU!" I now leaned against the window so closely, I could smell the perspiration steaming from their inflamed bodies. I was stroking my elongated member in rhythm with my heart, which was thumping like a sledgehammer. Greg disengaged, pushing Ellen to her knees on the carpet, mounting her from the rear. She reached behind, allowing her trembling fingers to stroke his length. Feeling his enormous hardness, she cried out in yearning! Bracing her arms against the carpet, she spread her knees to accommodate his large tool as it entered her cunt. She gasped. Her mouth and eyes widened as he pushed deeper. Ellen shuddered, aflame with desire. Her voice quaking, she pleaded, "Oh, JESUS, Greg! GIVE it to me! I NEED your cock!" With tears streaming down her cheeks, she pleaded for every inch of his monster, slowly thrusting its way deep within her lubricated pussy. And although he was entering her for the second time, she squealed, "Oh, GOD! You're splitting me apart!" Her eyes were wild, her body flaming in a crimson blush. But when he had sunk his shaft its full length, she wailed, "Oh, YES! Greg! YES-S-S-S!" Now, as they united in blazing passion, she was sobbing. They were thrashing about like hellish demons. The yolks of her eyes rolled. She fucked back against him wildly in long strokes, shuddering as his large balls slapped the mounds of her buttocks. I'd never seen Ellen so overcome with lust! The sheer joy of watching them was incredible! Until that night, I'd never heard my wife swear, but now, white hot with passion, she was brazenly pleading, "Oh, God DAMN! FUCK me! FUCK me, Greg! Oh, JESUS!" Ellen was rolling her head in wide circles. Her eyes told me she felt the onrushing orgasm that would soon overtake them. The smell of their sex permeated the warm night air. And then Greg, his face contorted, was shrieking, "I'm coming, I'm COMING! Oh, GOD!" He lifted his head high and groaned, increasing his tempo. Her soft lips formed a tremoring "oh" with each entry. Ellen was positively radiant as she turned to look at him. His hips hammered the roundness of her buttocks. She matched his every thrust as she told him, "Oh GOD! It's so GREAT, Greg! Come WITH me! I LOVE it! I love YOU! Oh, yes, I LOVE YOU!" Her blissful moans registered the expectant orgasm. Even Greg and I could feel the explosion building within her. And then it came! The sexual thunder was surging through them like an avalanche. She shut her eyes tightly as they sobbed in unison, their bodies and minds intertwined in cosmic eruptions. I was coming for what seemed an eternity. I hadn't realized how loudly I'd groaned until moments later when I saw Greg walking over to lean against the back of the couch to peer out the window. He was startled for a moment but then grinned, "I really didn't know you were still here. Was it o-kay?" He was asking for my approval, not whether I'd enjoyed it. I zipped my fly. "I'd asked Ellen to give herself to you. I hope you don't feel used." He breathed, uncomfortably, "I've never had a greater gift." I believed him. I walked to the door. Ellen greeted me, her gray eyes ablaze in lust. Her breath huffed in short bursts as she removed my clothes. Grasping Greg's shaft, then mine, she led us to the shower. A dim light filtered through the door from the hallway. Beneath the pounding water, our mouths and tongues pleasured Ellen until the water heater gave up. Now, burning with desire, we toweled off and stumbled into our bedroom. Ellen took turns with us until, finally exhausted, she crawled to Greg, placed her elbows on his chest and looked into his eyes as if in worship. "I love you," she told him as she stroked my cock behind her. "I love Bill, but I also love YOU. Can you understand that?" I wasn't jealous of Ellen's comment. Her revelation told me just how much the experience meant to her. I wish that I could say that we were with Greg many more times, but we left our vacation cottage the next day. A letter we'd mailed to Greg was returned, stamped, "Addressee has moved. Current address unknown." However, that experience changed our lives. As things turned out, she met two other young men who reminded her a great deal of Greg - David who lives near us, and Brad who visited us from Long Island. But those are Ellen's story, and she wants to tell you herself. Only later did I realize my desire to share Ellen had long been within me. My voyeuristic tendencies, the pleasure I receive from watching other men enjoying her beauty, were manifestations of this. I think I relive my original attraction to Ellen through other men. Ellen now admits she enjoys this lifestyle, somehow understanding that I'd always taken pride in watching others admire her. It's not just to please me; she loves being fucked by other men and, when possible, allowing me to watch. Even now, a year later, each seduction is a unique experience; and with each liaison, another threshold is crossed into what Ellen describes as her "path to mega-lust and super- adultery." As bizarre as our lifestyle may seem to others, the arrangement has had an interesting side effect. I haven't once considered cheating. Frankly, affairs with other women could never be as exciting. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat (M+F+, swing)[2/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:14:53 GMT The Watch From Devil's Triangle by Bill We had been in the Bahamas for three days. Ellen and I were sitting beneath a blue and white striped sunbrella at an outdoor lounge, talking with a couple who'd allowed us to join them at the last available table. We were attired as typical tourists: they were in swim wear; I was wearing a flat Bahamian straw hat, aloha shirt and walking shorts, and Ellen was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a headband around her black hair. Now, as Ellen laughed at a joke, the ribbon's long ends were flapping about in the warm breeze. It was difficult making conversation above the pounding surf and whistling wind. Jeff, a brawny six-foot-plus with a booming voice, leaned across the table and asked, "You here in a boat?" His reddish hair was tousled by the breeze. His stunning blond wife, Virginia, was leaning back in a sun-chair, which squeaked as she fidgeted and appraised us. "We flew over," I told him. Two years before, we'd been here in our twenty-foot boat. A troublesome storm convinced me I'd never take anyone else in a small craft, so this time we'd flown commercial, as we have each time since. "We're checked in at the hotel." Jeff gulped his drink, gestured toward the distant docks, and murmured, "We're staying at the marina. They charge an arm and a leg to hook up to electricity over there. We're down here from Texas. Where you from?" When I told him, he responded, "Yeah, well your state's doing a lot better than mine. You have Disney World and a e closed down oil wells and one hell of a lot of empty offices. We're thinking of moving to Florida." I grinned, "Doesn't make Floridians too happy to hear that. Too many people coming in now. I tell people who're thinking of moving there that alligators come out of the lakes at night and drag away little babies." He and Virginia chuckled. Ellen's a natural conversationalist, but now she was particularly animated; she'd won them over. Jeff invited us for a tour on their sloop to an out-island. We declined, explaining that we'd made reservations for an early dinner at a local calypso club, so Jeff offered, "O-kay, what if we make it an evening trip, around 7, 7:30? Think you could make that, ol' buddy?" I was considering it when Ellen grabbed my arm and blurted, "Come ON, Bill, let's DO it!" Turning to Jeff and Virginia, she smiled, "Takes him forever to make changes in plans!" I grinned, "Sounds like a great idea." noticed her observing Jeff's handsome, muscular features at the cabana. She remarked, "I think they have MORE than just a tour in mind. We'll see." We skipped the floor show, donned our swim suits in the hotel room, and walked down to the harbor where Jeff's 38-foot sloop bobbed amid a line of boats at the unpainted docks. Virginia was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping and Jeff looked up from his blue canvas deck chair and acknowledged, "You're right on time." He cast off as soon as we climbed aboard. The Atlantic was now red beneath the setting sun. I noticed Ellen and Bill stealing glances at the other now and then, until finally, they were openly staring. When she turned away, Jeff gazed at her long legs and full, half-exposed breasts thrusting out beneath the one-piece black suit, completely bare on the sides except for four thin black ribbons on each side securing the front and back. By the time Jeff cut the engines, a half mile from the island, stars were blinking like diamonds on black velvet. This close to the island, the five-foot waves we'd plowed through most of the way had calmed. The waters' crests, silver beneath the moonlight, softly slapped against the hull. The sloop rocked gently as Virginia and Ellen clambered up the galley stairs to the deck. Jeff anchored as we stared at the scene off the bow. Beneath the puffs of gleaming clouds, the island seemed to float on the midnight- blue waters. Virginia stood on her toes, stretching her arms, as she said, "This breeze is wonderful!" She casually reached to unhook the top to her red and white striped bikini; that isn't unusual for boaters when the sun's up, but this was night. Ellen smiled as if to say, "I told you so." I stared at Virginia's breasts, firmed by exercise. nd well- formed as Ellen's. She stretched again, her blond hair blowing in the soft warm gusts. Outlined by the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess. So Ellen slipped out of her suit. She stood nude alongside Virginia, who turned to evaluate the similarity of their figures; "You're beautiful," she told Ellen, staring down at Ellen's shaved mound. The contrast between Virginia, the half- nude blond, and Ellen, the nude brunette, was stunning. Jeff's engorged manhood had been evident even before then. But now, appraising them, he smiled, turning to me as he whispered, "Are you two swingers? You see, Virginia isn't, but she's a `watcher,' and if you are, we're interested." Then, he added, as if I might misunderstand, "I mean I'm straight, not gay." I grinned, almost laughing. I could hardly wait for his reaction when I told him, "Actually, Jeff, I'm a watcher too. Think Virginia would be jealous if she saw you with Ellen, while your wife and I watched?" When we told Ellen and Virginia, the coincidence seemed neither as humorous nor as surprising to them as I thought it was. I learned later that Jeff and Virginia had met many other agreeable couples in their travels. We made small talk as if no one had mentioned "watching." Ellen stared at Jeff's face and body, occasionally looking down at Jeff's penis bulging beneath his red bikini trunks. Under a pretense that airs to turn on the stereo, we made our way down to the dimness of the sleeping quarters where moonlight streamed through a line of portholes. Virginia and I stood in the doorway. Jeff and Ellen sat on the bunk, looking through compact disks, selected one, and inserted it into the overhead stereo as Virginia poured wine. When Ellen passed a wine glass to Jeff, their hands brushed. I could almost feel the electricity as their eyes locked. Ellen's soft breasts heaved. Setting aside the glass on a bunkside table, Jeff leaned to kiss her neck, moving down to her breasts. She moaned lowly, her lips trembling. Virginia nuzzled her breasts against my side as I put my arm around her. Leaning into the doorjamb, we gaped, breathing heavily. Jeff and Ellen melded in a deep kiss, their arms intertwined. Ellen's hips rotated softly in desire as she lay alongside Jeff. Virginia looked up at me, her lips trembling, her blue eyes wild with passion, as she muttered, "God, aren't they beautiful?" I agreed, my shaft swelling beneath my trunks. Ellen, her nipples taut, disengaged to slide to floor on her knees. Her lips grazed his thighs. Gulping, as if in fear, she took Jeff's long, raging cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes, groaning, as her full, pale lips slid over his glistening member. Tears of passion welled in Ellen's eyes as she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers glided along his dark s Virginia peeled off her bottoms, her hand was massaging her clitoris. I slipped out of my trunks as I stroked my hardness. Virginia pressed against me. I slithered an arm around her, cupping a breast, her nipple standing out like a spike through my fingers. Ellen's eyes were now wide with passion as he thrust into her greedy mouth. The intensity of their tempo increased. Ellen moaned in rapture. His cock had ballooned to massive proportions, straining her lips as she whimpered. Withdrawing from her mouth, Jeff lifted her to the bunk beneath a line of portholes. He kneeled on the floor between her long legs, kissing her shaved mound. Ellen wailed in desire! Her hips gyrated beneath his tongue's manipulations. Her body quaking, she locked her thighs about his head, lost in their own distant universe of adulterous passion. The smell of their lust permeated the warm night air. Virginia placed her arms around my waist, her hips grinding her clitoris against my leg. "They're so beautiful," she breathed ecstatically. She looked down, her lips trembling as I pumped my shaft. Jeff's strong arms enveloped Ellen's quivering body. He hovered above her splayed legs, his shaft swaying above her pussy which was quivering up to touch it. Her lips were parted, her eyes wild and fearful of his large instrument pushing apart her vaginal folds. She s hips, drawing him deeply within, and yelled out in painful pleasure. Her vagina was stretching to accommodate his large tool. They shared a sigh as he buried his full length. Whimpering, Ellen turned to watch us. Virginia had grasped my cock and was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of her breasts. The sight drove Ellen into ecstasy as her arms enveloped Jeff. She bucked against him, meeting every thrust into her steaming cave. Virginia's nostrils flared, her breath huffing, her mouth open in wild desire. I felt a kinship with Virginia as we watched our respective mates, united in sin, her husband's cock plunging into my wife's vagina; she mewed, "Oh, god, Bill, don't you FEEL it happening BETWEEN them, between US?" And, yes, I did. Virginia's soft fist pumped my shaft as she ground her blond mound against my leg. Her lips brushed my neck and ears. Ellen's head thrashed from side to side, her wide eyes rolling as Jeff's thickness filled her. She wailed as her tremoring arms encircled his neck, her hips lifting to meet her lover's. Her groin swirled beneath his fervid fucking as she threw back her head, pleading for him not to stop. His jaw slackened as he stared down at her, his eyes glazed with lust. Then, Ellen screamed, "Oh GOD Jeff, I'm going to COME! Please come WITH me!" She mewed helplessly, her body shivering with the building climax. d pumped furiously as she looked up to me, parting her lips. We kissed deeply. Everyone was moaning, sharing the climactic thunder that was engulfing us in an emotional hurricane. At the last moment, Virginia spread her long, taut legs, guiding my cock into her creaming depths. She screamed in pleasure. Then it happened, the sexual energy crackling throughout the cabin! I exploded as everyone was wailing; Ellen and Virginia were crying and writhing madly. Virginia fell to her knees, taking my length deeply into her mouth. Ellen and Jeff now turned on their stomachs to watch as Virginia brought me again to hardness, her hair tossing as her lips slid along my full length. I'd lost track of time until my semen burst into Virginia's throat. Ellen and Jeff were applauding. Virginia bumped to the floor, her arms around my knees, as we turned to look at our spouses on the bunk. They were laughing. That was the only time that either Virginia or I had experienced even that slight an adultery with anyone. Neither of us were sure our spouses truly understood, but what we had was just perfect. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat (M+F+, swing)[3/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:15:42 GMT Visit Now the Fire by Ellen People who move to Florida learn to expect visitors from the north. Early this summer, friends whom Bill and I had known in Long Island visited us for three days. Darryl and Rita are the only couple to whom we confided that Bill and I have an "open marriage." With them was their beautifully blond son, Brad, who at 6'4" is an inch taller than Bill. Talented academically and athletically, Brad was awarded a two-year community-college basketball scholarship to begin this fall. I learned later he was a rare breed of another type - an eighteen year old virgin. The day before they were to drive on to Key West on the narrow, 120-mile-long highway above the Atlantic, we boated, waterskiied, and swam in our lake. After a late evening backyard picnic, Darryl and Rita were exhausted, trudging off to bed at 10 p.m. Brad joined Bill and me for our nightly two-mile jog through the neighborhood. At the outer edge of a street lamp's yellow glow a few blocks away, Brad told me my elastic headband was tearing and about to break; we stopped as I removed it. Bill didn't notice we'd dropped back until he was a block away and waited for us to catch up. Brad re-tied the elastic strands. As he replaced it, he accidentally brushed my cut-off tee shirt, feeling the softness of my breasts. His face reddened beneath the glare of the street lamp as he apologized, "Sorry, Ellen," as he stretched the band around my hair. As his fingers brushed my ears longer than necessary, then darted across my bare midriff. I smiled appreciatively, biting my lower lip as I realized how handsome Brad was. He looked like the type of young man that every twelve year old boy would want to emulate, the perfect basketball star for a movie studio's central casting. We caught up with Bill, Brad running a little behind me, and me behind Bill. When we returned to the house, I noticed that Brad's manhood had swelled, curving up beneath his running shorts; His member seemed extraordinarily long, but I assumed this to be an illusion of the loose folds of the shorts. I think Brad saw me glance down at his hardness as I was saying good We went upstairs. As I walked from the shower behind Bill to our bedroom, I noticed Brad had left the door to his room open; Darryl and Rita were in the downstairs bedroom; Brad's room was next to ours. In bed, I whispered what I'd observed to Bill. He smiled, telling me he'd noticed Brad had a semi- erection that afternoon while watching me waterski or walk around in my string bikini. Bill added, "And I'm sure you're right about his length. I even think Tom's nine inches might be dwarfed by Darryl's and Rita's son. I'd assumed the reason Brad was running behind us was to admire your figure." Bill's a "watcher" who enjoys watching me engaging in other men or telling him about the occasional dates I have with Bill's permission. Although this had been Bill's idea at first, I now adore this arrangement. I sometimes feel a bit guilty when I consider that Bill hasn't once been with another woman since our marriage. Never one to miss an opportunity, Bill rose from bed quietly and opened our bedroom door. He returned to bed, dialed our own phone number, clicked the receiver-button down and waited for the telephone to ring. Of course, all one receives when doing this is a telephone company recording telling the caller that he's dialed his own number. Bill "answered" into the receiver, then murmured a few business-like remarks, concluding with, "Sure, I can come down to the warehouse." Hanging up, he explained with a wink, "My employees found some inventory problems. The comptroller says I should be at warehouse-supply while they finish up. I'll call you on our bedroom line before I come home at 7 tomorrow morning to make sure I don't wake everyone else." Bill was perfect. Brad heard every word. Bill drove a block away, parked the car, quietly re- entered the house through the back door, and climbed the stairs with the grace of a cat to our room. Whispering his plan, he positioned himself behind the door to our walk-in closet. As he suggested, I let my nightgown puddle onto the pulled my transparent white negligee over my nudity and walked slowly past Brad's open door to the bath. I brushed my teeth, clanked around a few bottles to make sure Brad heard, then walked back down the hallway. When I was in front of Brad's door, I turned casually to the window, my back to Brad, to look out over the lake beyond our large oak tree. I glimpsed the window's glass reflection of Brad sitting up, watching me from his bed, and hoped he would find some reason to join me in the hallway. I waited less than a minute. Brad would later tell me that he was burning with passion as lay naked on his bed, staring through his door, his long, erect manhood pushing his sheets a foot toward the ceiling. I untied the ribbons at the neck of my transparent negligee, allowing it to fall open. The warm wind shuddered the leaves of the old oak tree beyond the window. I heard Brad's bed squeak, then a shuffle. He padded into the moonlit hallway, a large, bright red towel wrapped around his hips. Pretending he didn't know I'd been standing there, he apologized, "Oh, sorry, Ellen. I was just going to the bath." His engorged member was curving upward, pushing the crimson towel out an unbelievable length, straight toward me! I turned, nervously, revealing my frontal nudity through the sheerness of the negligee. Brad stared down, whispering as his eyes surveyed my body, "What time is it?" His sexual tension was palpable. I whispered softly, "11:30. Beautiful view of the water from here isn't it?" My throat pulsated; I gulped, staring at the form of his large penis protruding beneath the towel. "Yes, everything's beautiful here." We whispered small talk, each pretending not to notice the other's nudity, yet fearfully aware of the other's forbidden excitation. I placed my hand on his warm, muscular shoulder as we looked out the window. Finally, his arm slithered softly around my waist, beneath my negligee. I exhaled, gasping at the electricity as his warm nakedness touched mine. And there we stood, talking in low voices about the moonlit scene, each knowing we shouldn't while pretending we weren't. Tremors rippled through our bodies. I stretched my arms along my side. I yawned, my fingers brushing his towel- covered manhood. The towel bounced wildly! Until then, I'd tried to convince myself that his apparent size was an illusion. Now I gasped in fear! I murmured, my voice quaking, "Sweet dreams, Brad. I'm going to bed." My throat was choked with desire. I kissed him, motherly- like, on a cheek, my bared breast brushing the smoothness of his shoulder. I was breathless as I walked bedroom, my knees trembling. He entered the bath, ran a couple of minutes of water, and padded softly back toward his room. He could see me laying on my side, nude, at the hallway's end through my open door. Brad lingered in the hall until deciding I was asleep. He walked to my door. Removing the flame-red towel, he draped it over a shoulder. He swallowed nervously as he surveyed my curves. His chest was heaving with fear of being caught and boyish excitement. His incredible hardness curved upward, bobbing in excitation. I'm sure he felt cleverly successful, sneaking this sight of my nudity as he leaned against the door. I don't often think about my looks, but I'm aware that my face and body are what others consider beautiful. I realized the effect this was having on this incredibly naive boy. Shuddering, I gazed through half-closed eyelids at his wide shoulders and the lengthy cock curving up from his thick patch of blond hair. As if tossing in my sleep, I stretched out my right leg, pushing my left knee toward him. I bent my left arm along my side to allow him the full view of my breasts and shaved mound. His jaw sagged. His eyes widened. He gazed upon my body shadowed in stripes by the moonlight spilling through the Venetian blinds. His cock twitched. He pressed his hands the doorjamb as if he were about to faint. I rolled to my back and whispered, my voice shaking, "Come IN, Brad." He was flustered at being discovered until realizing that my own passions throbbed with the erotic intensity of his own. He walked in softly, closing and locking the door. He sat alongside me, asking, "You don't mind?" Did I MIND! ME? In the unquenchable flames of throbbing passion? Oh, sure, I did. My body was beyond control, hell's fire coursing through my veins. I remembered a fleeting memory of my grandmother telling me when I was a young girl, how our family's gray-eyed ancestors were once believed to be witches; I knew that I could never be a witch; witches purportedly could control the supernatural. I couldn't even control my exploding desire! My full lips quivered as I looked upon the largest cock I'd ever seen, curving up like a Turkish sceptre from Brad's absolutely perfect body. How could a woman MIND if offered the opportunity to worship at the serpentine alter of this perfect temple for adultery, the greatest of all pleasures! Radiating with passion, I moaned, reaching for the magnificent instrument bobbing before me. My fingers didn't meet as my hand curved around its rubbery thickness. My face burned madly as I gazed upon the incredible manhood I was squeezing. My body was now ablaze! I was wide-eyed in fear and passion. With trembling hands, I stroked his monstrous hardness. My quivering lips parted as he leaned to kiss me. He murmured, a tremor in his tight voice, "I've never been with a woman, and you're so beautiful," as if apologizing for his shaking, as evident as my own white-hot passion. I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. I was unable to see my husband, but I knew he would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping his hardened cock in the closet's darkness. I closed my eyes, relishing Brad's gentle hands exploring the soft curves of my body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a hard, reddened spike. Impassioned fear churned within my stomach. I gasped as his slippery tongue twisted and winded its way to my shaved mound. Thrusting my hips to his face, I ground my softness against his mouth, my heart pounding a wanton drum beat as his tongue twirled over my clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric current coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Tears of joy streaked along my cheeks. Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels into his back as fiery explosions blossomed within. I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts. He braced his arms against the headboard above me. his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed as my tongue glided along its length. Now, beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down my throat. His hips hammered his instrument into my mouth until my passion was unbearable. The bulging veins throbbed against the walls of my mouth. My voice muffled by his broad sword, I pleaded, "Mphhh! Please, Brad, I WANT you!" He pressed my back into the rustling warm folds of soft sheets. My full breasts rippled beneath his touch. Red coals of passion smoldered in my vagina. My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened, eagerly inviting the curving cock that was floating toward the lips of my vagina. But realizing the length and breadth of his manhood, I was whimpering with fright as it slowly invaded my cuntal folds. I cried! He was splitting me apart! Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on, my vaginal walls expanding incredibly. Yet I'd rather have died than have him stop now; I was loving every inch of this massive locomotive slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel. Brad was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I sobbed as much in pleasure as pain. Finally, he was as far into my gushing depths as he could push. His manhood was throbbing as he moved with me, ever slowly until I wailed. He was riding me with a fury! I whimpered, "It so WONDERFUL!" My cunt was now burning in our forbidden fires, my pain disappearing, supplanted by pleasure. My long legs, toned by months of running and swimming, enveloped his smooth torso as my cunt rose to meet his steaming thrusts. My depths had never been so filled! Tears streaked across my cheeks like rivulets of rain on the windshield of a speeding car. My ankles locked around his strong back. My blinding passion mounted ever higher. In the stunning thrills of fucking Brad, I'd forgotten Bill; but as I thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step from the closet to watch Brad's magnificent weapon invading my quivering cunt. Bill was transfixed by the awesome display of erotic abandon. Logic and will abandoned me; I was far too lost in this passionate hurricane to acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he pumped his engorged cock. Brad's eyes rolled as he plunged into my poised cunt. I opened my mouth widely as if this could expand my channel further to accept his final inches. As Bill stared, his jaw sagged. He was pumping his full length furiously as Brad and I pulsated with an inner radiance toward an impending explosion. My husband's eyes told me that his mind and Brad's were now one. Brad's flames were now united with mine into a blazing inferno. Our eyes were glazed. We shuddered with each quaking thrust. The awesome orgasm was rushing toward us like an avalanche! Sobbing, I mewed, "Oh! FUCK me! Brad! FUCK me! FUCK ME- E-E- E!" My will was immersed beneath raging tides, coursing through my body. I screamed,"Oh, god HELP me, Brad! I LOVE you, Brad! I LOVE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery. Uniting in flesh that which was now in our minds and souls. The onrushing orgasm gathered force like a runaway tornado. I pulled him tighter with my legs, lurching my hips against his. He rammed his tool to the hilt, crushing my clitoris against the base. I screamed, "Oh JESUS! I FEEL it! You're in so FAR! I WANT you blasting within me!" And then, oh GOD, it HAPPENED! In a blinding flash, we were coming in thunderous waves, bursting in a super-nova of pleasure. I went wild with joy. His warm fluids burst within me. My mind was exploding in fiery fragments that spider- legged like a million falling stars across the evening skies. Brad lay across my breasts in the blissful after-glow of our adultery, our arms intertwined for an eternity of a half-minute until I remembered Bill. Bill had returned to the closet and closed the door. Because of my now unquenchable desire, my husband would have lain there until morning. Brad was mine - ALONE! - for that incredible night. Brad turned me to my knees, my hands braced on our headboard. His massive member was entering my vagina from the rear. I turned to stare, awed by his long cock. Watching the instrument pushing deeply into my excitedly-lubricated cunt, I spread my knees ever wider, as the breadth of his penis filled me. I sobbed in pleasure, my hand tremoring as I caressed his length behind me. He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with pleasure, "I LOVE you, Brad! I LOVE you!" And then he was riding me wildly! I was screaming like a helpless victim on a runaway roller coaster, the yolks of my eyes rolling. I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations. As he fucked into my depths, I stared back, my lips wide with wonder. I couldn't tear my vision from the magnificent cock that was skewering me! We shared a sigh. His manhood was growing even greater, expanding in the oncoming orgasm like gas in an overfilled balloon. I gasped! My clitoris fluttered as if to tell me we were to be coming together in a mind shattering finale! My back arched expectantly as my long nails dug into his hips behind me. I could feel every throbbing inch as he plunged through my madly inflamed walls. And then! We were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon, I shuddered amid the earthquaking climax. His warm semen burst through my channel, the creamy fluid splattering my inner walls, washing over his cock, erupting like a volcano with no end to its molten flow of lava. A starburst of pleasure exploded within my body. He didn't stop there, nor did I want him to! Brad fucked me voraciously for hours in every imaginable position, becoming the first man to outlast my stamina. Until that night, I'd thought that I was insatiable. Finally, in the pre-dawn, I collapsed in complete gratification. Brad sneaked back into his room. He was still asleep when Darryl and Rita awakened at 10 a.m. And yet, the greatest surprise of their visit came just after breakfast. Rita and I had walked out to the boathouse for a conversation before they packed to leave. She smiled, "Thank you for what you did for Brad last night." I was shocked, unable to respond until Rita placed a gentle hand on my arm, and added, "No, I mean it. Brad has been completely engrossed in clubs, basketball, and school for the past four years. He was an almost perfect child, but Darryl and I were worried that he might be impotent, or even gay. We were hoping, since you and Bill lead this open- marriage type life, that this would happen; we'd talked about this before our visit. Darryl and I went up to Brad's room about midnight, saw that he wasn't there, and then heard Brad's moaning from your bedroom." She smiled softly. "I have to admit that Darryl was leaning against the door for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes. We heard you say to Brad that Bill was at the plant until morning." She sighed, wistfully, remembering the moment like it was her own. "We were absolutely thrilled and became... well, very excited from all the passion pouring out of that room. We went back to our bedroom, absolutely floating on air, and fucked the night away!" Her eyes glinted with sexual excitement as she leaned forward and kissed me, full on the lips, saying, "So, I really mean it! THANK YOU!" As an afterthought, she added, "And I'll be sure to let Brad visit you alone during any school break... if you WANT him. I won't tell him I know." She knew I wanted him. She KNEW I could still feel his throbbing manhood deep inside me! I laughed, uncontrollably, hugging Rita, feeling closer than I'd ever felt to her before. "I would absolutely love it, Rita! Just as I love you!" And I do love her. She has phoned to thank me on three occasions since; the only time she didn't mention this incident as I've described it was the one time her son was. Believing his parents don't know, Brad insists on visiting us at the end of the fall quarter because he "loves waterskiing in Florida." And, of course, he has his parents' enthusiastic approval. Rita says that she and Darryl often fantasize about Brad and me while they're in the privacy of their bedroom. The exquisite sin of adultery, you know, has after- shocks, affecting many lives other than just those who commit it. For Bill and me, and for those who have touched our lives, the results have been immeasurably gratifying. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat (M+F+, swing)[4/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:15:45 GMT The View From The Surf by Bill I can't explain why I enjoy watching my tall wife have sex with other men. I just do. Her measurements, thanks to God and Nautilus, haven't changed since she was a model. We were recently staying at a rented condo on Florida's west coast, a half mile from where our first experience in our liberated marriage began last fall. Having danced the previous night away at a lounge, we'd waited until the afternoon before donning our swimwear and taking the sun umbrella and blanket down to the beach. I noticed for the first time that the sand on the Gulf side is a bit grainier than it is on the Atlantic side. After an hour's swimming, my eyes felt heavy as I lay on our beach blanket, my eyes half closed. Ellen stood above me, combing her waist-length hair. For the thousandth time, I was noticing that her gray eyes complement her black hair. Her breasts strained as if they might burst from the top of her red string-bikini. She smiled, playfully, "If you're going to nap, I'm going back into the water." She picked up her tropical-print beach bag, dropped the tanning lotion in it, and rose from the towel. Her tone was an invitation to join her, but I declined. I slipped on an aloha shirt and slumped back on the gentle slope of a grassy dune. A half dozen college students strode by, eyeballing her long legs as she was walking to the surf. given her. I don't think of my vicarious thrill from watching other men's attraction to Ellen as being particularly unusual. I fell asleep. I awoke to a setting sun and reached for a beer from the cooler. I squinted through the rippling red rays toward Ellen standing at the water's edge. Her arms folded, her toes twirling into the sand, she was talking with a handsome, muscular man I aged at about thirty-eight. His straight, blond hair was only slightly longer than that of an ordinary crewcut. He'd introduced himself as Garry, a married pharmaceuticals salesman, staying alone in a hotel just beyond a distant marina. He raced her to the sunset-red water, his head bobbing slightly, surveying her curves. They stood waist-deep in the surf, their conversation faint against the soft fall of waves, occasionally punctuated by Ellen's laughter. I tilted the bottle, pulling on the beer. After the sun slipped beneath the horizon, the Gulf of Mexico faded to a deep blue, streaked with white waves. The beach was nearly deserted. The nearest figure, an elderly man walking a large yellow dog, was a 100 yards away. Finally, their voices faded, perhaps into whispers. Occasionally Ellen looked back assumed I hadn't, and stayed with the man in the water until dark. In the warm night breeze, a faint smell of a fresh catch of fish was drifting up from a boat at a distant pier. Stars winked against a black sky. The low moon was partially hidden by clouds, the darkness absorbing their forms. I entertained sexual fantasies but doubted anything was really happening. Two beers later, I looked at the glowing face of my diver's watch, deciding it was time to drop the charade that I was sleeping and go back to the condo. I walked to the land's edge, saw that she was no longer in the water, and trudged along a fifty yard flank of palms and palmetto fronds to look for her. Now and then, broken sea shells crunched beneath my sandals. I slowed my pace, trying to decide whether I should walk in the opposite direction. Sighs hissed from a clump of trees and brush at the top of a dune. I assumed I'd stumbled upon a couple of locals in after-hours frolic, then recognized the moan. I bent and pushed through an opening in the high brush alongside a palm tree. In the clearing, my wife's bikini was crumpled beneath Garry's black trunks and the beach bag. Trembling, she lay beneath him on our towel. The thin and palmetto fronds in the moon's glare looked like tigers' stripes against their skin. Both were nude, their eyes locked together. Her lower lip quivered. She moaned, betraying her eagerness as Garry fondled her breasts. Her nipples were now red and swollen as tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down his neck. Her tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as his lips touched hers. Tasting her melon-like breasts, he sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood out like spikes. She pressed their soft ripeness against his face, her cries of pleasure piercing the warm night air. His engorged shaft swayed above her as she whimpered in anticipation, her hips gyrating involuntarily in desire. Her long legs splayed, her thighs rippled as she nervously dug her heels into the sand. She gasped in fear of his long cock, her hips rising in excitation. She gulped, shivering with lust as her mouth encircled his shaft curving up from the thick, blond pubic hair. Garry gaped at his saliva- covered manhood, glistening as her lips glided along its length. Ellen sucked and squeezed his cock as she mewed helplessly, her cunt burning with the red hot coals of My heart palpitated, my manhood swelling. I envied Garry's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I pumped it slowly. Garry pushed her trembling legs apart. Her body shivered, her eyes following the slow downward path of his extended shaft as he mounted her. Her eager cunt quivered upward to touch the intrusive member. His shaft's thick, purplish head grazed her silky-black pubic hair, then began slithering into her lubricated depths. Ellen moaned as her tunnel enwrapped his shaft. She burst out, fervidly, "Garry, I'm on fire! It's all for YOU! FOR YOU!" His broad manhood throbbed within her as she crooned, his sinewy body hovering above her. He pumped slowly as I breathed in unison with his long thrusts. A long, modulated "Oh!" escaped her oval-ed lips with each pummeling, her soft breasts heaving in rhythm with the distant waves. Her hips writhed, engulfing him. He lingered in a moment of intoxication, then plunged into her, riding her with a fury. Locking her legs around his hips, she murmured, "Oh, Garry, I love it! I LOVE it!" She lifted her hips to meet his as his long cock plumbed her steaming cuntal walls, pistoning against him, wailing with each thrust. the passion radiating between them, as if a star were about to explode. Blood pounded in my head and groin. Fighting the urge to join their adulterous union, I stroked the bulge straining within my trunks. Her body pulsated as he tunneled deeper. Moaning, she pulled him back with her legs each time he withdrew his assault. Her hips gyrated in glowing lust. The image of her cunt eagerly welcoming his huge muscle burned into my senses. Now crying, Ellen thrashed her head from side to side as he pistoned into her, her hips swirling, grinding her cunt against him. Swinging her long legs around his shoulders, she squealed, "My God, Garry! I've never felt like this!" Her eyes glistened with tears. Her face registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive cock. Now, crossing a new, sizzling threshold of adulterous passion, she cried, "It's marvelous! I LOVE fucking you!" His chest heaved as he looked down upon her rolling eyes. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the vice-like grip of her legs squeezed his buttocks, each upward stroke lifting her from the towel. Unable to take her eyes off the broad foot-long cock ramming into her shaved pussy, Ellen cried, "Oh, Garry! I love your cock! God, help me! I've this!" I was drugged with a time-stilling sensation as she rolled, her legs pulling Garry beneath her. Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her fiery well of passion sucking in the steaming poker. Ellen was rolling her head in wide circles, her eyes wide, as the orgasm was building. The smell of their sex permeated the warm night air. Thrusting into Ellen's fevered tunnel, Garry was also immersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened. Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she bucked against him, Garry murmured, "YES, Ellen! I love it too! I love fucking YOU!" Her back arched, her fingers digging expectantly into his chest. She muttered, her throat tremoring, "I'm... I'm going to come! Come with me!" His frenzied abandon made it clear that he too would soon explode. Gurgling, she bit into her fist to avoid screaming. Now, plummeting into her, he groaned, "Help me. Help me come with you!" She raised her hips, crying deliriously as his engorged manhood propelled inward, then withdrew to enter again. She was kneeling above him, her cuntal walls squeezing his trapped pillar even more tightly. The yolks of her eyes, now wide, rolled. She wailed, "I'm coming," and pressed her lips against his. My heart was thumping like a sledgehammer. And then they were coming together in rapturous waves. With each shattering orgasm, her eyes rolled, her long hair flailing the night air as she sobbed. His chest heaved as he lay alongside her, his fingers exploring the contours of her soft breasts. Inching deeper into the shadows, I bumped into the palm tree and leaned against it, gasping. I'd enjoyed it as much as she! When he asked if he could see her again, she whispered, "I don't think so," playfully flicking his dark shaft, then lied, "I've never done anything like this before. I don't want my husband to know." She sat up, murmuring, regretfully, "We've been here too long. I have to get back to Bill." "I understand. But I'd like to give you my hotel's number in case you change your mind." He pulled on his trunks as she fumbled through her beach bag for a pencil and paper. He scratched out his name and number. She hooked the top half of her swim suit as she walked behind him, stuffing his note into her suit, brushing away sand that clung to her waist and legs. I sprinted through the clearing toward the car, then back from the parking area, ignoring Garry who was casually walking to his car, suntan oil in hand. Smiling, she glanced toward me as she was taking down the sunbrella. "I KNOW you were watching us," she chirped. "Enjoy it?" Back upstairs in our condo, Ellen queried, "Would you mind if I saw Garry again?" I nodded negatively. She smiled excitedly, her eyes wild, as she dialed his number, and announced into the phone, "Hi, Garry. It's Ellen." At seven, she drove to his hotel. A "wild, wild night!" she later told me. She and Garry were fucking until three hours past sunrise. Garry has visited Ellen a dozen times since, which is Ellen's story if she decides to write it. Bizarre as our lifestyle may seem to others, Ellen and I are as close as any couple I have known. The arrangement has had an interesting side effect: I haven't once considered cheating. Frankly, affairs without her couldn't be as exciting. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat Part (M+F+, swing)[5/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:13:59 GMT Dating, Open-Marriage Style by Ellen After a year of our lifestyle, I'm still not sure whether "open marriage" is the right term. When Bill first suggested I date others, I found the idea appalling, but now I love this arrangement. Bill hasn't shown any interest in involvement with another woman, so this has been a one-sided affair. What Bill gets out of these dates are the thrills of my telling about my extramarital experiences. I agreed to whatever adventures Bill might dream up as long as these were no threat to our marriage. So one night we drove in separate cars to a local live-entertainment club. I was wearing four-inch heels and a red satiny oriental dress, baring my back to just below the waist and slit to the thigh. I found a table in a dimly lit corner. The place was decorated with nostalgia gimmicks no one would want in their home but somehow looked just right in the lounge. I gazed around the crowd and listened to the three-piece band's soft music. Minutes later, Bill walked in, sat at the bar and ordered a wine cooler. He acknowledged me with a smile, then turned away. He glanced back now and then as several men eyed me, clearly with sexual intentions. When I wear heels, some men under six feet avoid making passes at me because of my 5'8" height. This was the problem this night until a tall attractive man, his hair black as my Bill glancing toward me from the bar. Attired in a dark blue blazer, white polo shirt, and white tropical slacks, he turned as I smiled quietly at Bill, not the stranger. But the man lifted his drink, sauntered over to my table, and grinned, "With anyone?" I responded, "I am now, I suppose," smiling as I appraised his blue eyes and lean physique. I aged him at twenty-eight. He was wearing a white gold wedding ring like mine, but I pretended not to notice, and so did he. He squinted at me through the dimness and, with a look of surprise, remarked, "I haven't seen anyone with gray eyes in years!" I smiled, "An inherited trait." I hear that a lot. There aren't many of us. When gray-eyed people see each other, they silently smile in acknowledgment, just as I've been told a young person with prematurely gray hair returns a smile to another. He gave me his name, Phil, but his occupation gave me a start. He was a new attorney with the law firm that set up Bill's corporation and was now advising Bill's office manager, Steve, who runs the business side of Bill's engineering practice. We engaged in small talk, complimenting the other until he finally asked me to dance. e dance floor, he held me closely. Men from around the room looked disappointed that they hadn't asked me first. The touch of his cheek brushing mine, as Bill watched, excited me. By the middle of the second song, he was gently pressing his groin against mine. I was fighting to control my gasps as I felt his firmness growing beneath his slacks. My face burned at his openly sexual gesture, but soon in excitation, I was brushing my mound against his hardness. I could feel my nipples tingling against the satin of my dress. He whispered, "Do you have plans tonight?" "Don't you have to go home?" I queried, my voice trembling as I remembered his wedding ring. "My wife's a pharmaceutical sales rep," he said softly. "She's in Chicago until Tuesday at her company's headquarters gathering." He'd remembered my own ring and had no reason to lie. I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat like my own. The female singer's long, slow melody of adulterous longing seemed dedicated to our intertwined bodies. When it ended, I realized Bill and I hadn't planned this very well. I lied, "My husband's at a convention. I have no plans, Phil." We bantered about a bit as I tried to at to do until finally he came right out with it, "Can we spend the night at your place?" His swollen cock was now massaging my clitoris. I was breathing heavily, my eyes wild. My throat throbbed fearfully, choked with increasing desire, as I breathed, "I'd like to visit the ladies' room." He nodded, saying, "I'll meet you back here in a couple of minutes." When he walked through the crowd to the cashier's desk in another room, I strode quickly to Bill, explaining the situation. As usual, Bill was wonderful. He grinned, "Great. I'll drive over to the office and sleep on the couch. If I come home about five a.m., will that be enough time?" I agreed, and Bill returned to his drink as I waited at the door for Phil. We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets were still wet from a brief Florida thundershower. The Mercedes' diesel engine throbbed like my chest. Although I'd slept with other men, this would be my first true "date." The multi-colored lights of neon signs, street lamps, and a line of cars streaming west to the suburbs cast long brilliant reflections on the wet highway. I glanced back now and then at Phil's red Fiero following closely. Stopping at a traffic light a block from the lounge, I stared at a Cadillac's bumper sticker ahead of me and smiled. The bumper sticker read, "Lead Me Not Into Lust, For I Shall Find It Myself." We emerged from separate cars into our garage. He murmured, "My god, I just noticed the name on the mailbox! I know your husband, by name anyway!" I laughed. "I told you my name at the lounge. You didn't ask for my husband's. Don't be so up-tight, Phil!" Actually, I was more tense than Phil, not from his association with the law firm but from the desire that had grown with each mile I drove home. Inside, Phil removed his coat, poured a drink from our bar and searched out a diet soda from the refrigerator for me. He walked upstairs to meet me in the bedroom. I'd turned on the stereo and flicked on a table lamp, bathing the room in a dim red glow that seemed to accentuate my inner heat. I turned, my hands on my hips and legs spread wide on the carpet as I faced him. He stared, his manhood bulging beneath his slacks, and breathed, "God, you're incredible!" My breasts heaved as he set the drinks on the nightstand and took me in his arms. He unzipped my dress, puddling it onto the floor, then unbuttoned his shirt. I was hardly able to stand as he ground his hardness against my clitoris. I fell to my knees and pulled away his slacks, his nine-inch instrument bobbing against my lips as his fingers stroked my neck. I moaned at his sensuous touch. I was mesmerized by the dark, purple-veined cock that I was now stroking, my hand squeezing it back and forth from its black mass of pubic hair to the broad, bulging head. I oval- ed my lips over the rubbery head, sucking it slowly as he groaned, "Oh god, Ellen, you're terrific, oh god, oh god... " My tongue slid along his length as his hips writhed, pushing it beyond the back of my throat. The smoothness glided through me until I was delirious with passion. I became one with his cock and the throaty music drifting from the stereo. I flamed with desire, my eyes wildly rolling up at him as I whimpered with each stroke into the fullness of my quivering lips. He leaned to cup my breasts, then kneeled behind me as his strong hands kneaded the softness of my breasts. I fell against his hands until my arms braced against the floor. I shuddered as his warm cock brushed my flaming vagina from the rear. I muttered, my voice quaking, "I'm on `m yours!" My hips gyrated, tremoring as his lengthy hardness entered my lubricated channel. My vaginal walls stretched with each thrilling inch to accommodate him. And then he had sheathed the tool to its hilt as my mouth opened widely, my eyes rolling with the adulterous passion that gripped my searing soul. His long shaft radiated, steaming in the hot coals of my cunt. Wailing as he fucked me wildly, I swirled my hips to his rhythm. I turned my head to watch as his hips bumped against my buttocks, further inflaming my passion. Each entry throbbed against my clitoris until, deep within, I could feel the thunderous waters of an orgasmic flood rushing up to burst through me. I began to cry, tears streaking down my cheeks. His blue eyes glinted. He was biting his lip in excitation when I felt his cock swelling. He was about to come with me. He groaned passionately. Our eyes locked. As his cock expanded within me I spread my legs further as if I could somehow allow my vagina to hold even more. I was biting the softness of my lower lip as I cried, "It's super, Phil! Super! I LOVE it!" I reached behind to touch his chest as his cock fucked into my hot, wet depths, which were now a vortex of mega-lust that gripped the broad sword sliding through my love tunnel. He increased his tempo. The building orgasm was still distant but now rushing up like a mad prehistoric beast screaming for air from primeval depths of a misty cavern. The earth opened before me. I was falling through a bottomless chasm of adulterous pleasure with his every thrust, my mind enveloping an unknown universe inhabited by only me and Phil. I shuddered. The beast within was insane with pleasure. My whoring had now spanned eons, all sense of time lost as I cried out frightfully. I was praying for the oncoming super-orgasm but fearing I could no longer bear the passionate explosion. And then, OH GOD! It rolled over us like a landslide! My mind and body exploded with staggering force! Gigantic stars crashed as I screamed in ecstasy, feeling his warm sperm splattering through my channel. The planet was quaking beneath me as I sobbed in release from the bondage of this adulterous love. Crying, I collapsed, tremoring beneath the white heat of his body. Later, in the afterglow, we drank wine, watching erotic movies on our large-screen VCR from our bed until, finally, he mounted me again, missionary position, fucking me slowly. He provided me with a second, then third, then fourth orgasm, until he came, shuddering atop me. Dazed, I muttered, "I love you," and meaning it at that moment of gratitude. When he replied, "That's nice," because Phil couldn't lie, I laughed and hit him softly with my fist. He left at three a.m. I dialed Bill's office. When Bill was in bed beside me a half hour later, I described Phil's fucking me just as I'm telling you here, until Bill's manhood had risen and was eagerly entering my vagina. At times like these, I almost feel a control over him. I moaned, muttering my feelings of passionately fucking Phil as Bill thrust into me. I could feel his tool expand to awesome proportions, until finally, reliving my adultery, I came again. Bill groaned, his sperm splattering warmly into my vagina. We lay side by side facing each other as I answered his questions about my feelings when fucking other men. I admitted, "You lead me into these situations, but once I'm united with another, I can think only of him and me. Sometimes I forget I'm married." When his eyebrows arched, I smiled, "But I still love you." Exhausted, I fell asleep. When I awoke with the sunrise, Bill was still looking down at me, grinning in satisfaction. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat (M+F+, swing)[6/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:16:20 GMT Passion's Peak by Ellen A development company recently contracted Bill for an engineering consulting job in the Carolinas. I usually don't go with Bill on his business trips, but because he would be gone for three weeks, I accompanied him. The firm's architect, Fred, and his wife, Linda, who were leaving on vacation, let us stay in their home. We'd met them the previous evening, just before they drove to the airport. Fred insisted, "We don't mind you using our home. There isn't another house within a mile, so we're glad to have someone look after the property!" Fred's a personable, balding man in his forties. His wife, Linda, a secretary for a local banker, is in her late twenties, trim and attractive. Perched atop a high mountain, the home overlooks expanses of forested mountains and the distant town where Bill would be working. Even if we'd tried, we couldn't have found a hotel room with this exquisite a view. An hour after Bill had left for work the next morning, I awoke, lifting my robe from a chair. In my transparent nightgown, I walked to the kitchen. I heated a cup of diet hot chocolate, draped the robe over my lap and sat on the couch as I gazed out the broad window. The sun's crimson rays rippled through puffs of clouds, above a sea of fog extending almost to the mountain's peak. Hearing an engine humming up the winding unpaved road toward the home, I slipped on the crimson satin robe. I peered through the front door's glass. A blond, lean and muscular six footer, d white slacks, climbed from the jeep, reached for his briefcase, and strode toward the house. He knocked, then boomed, "Linda? Fred?" I tied the robe's belt, opened the door, and smiled, "I'm Ellen. Linda and Fred left on vacation. My husband and I their `official' house-sitters." Frustrated, he apologized, "Sorry. My name's Jack; I'm a vice president at the bank. Linda's my secretary. I was hoping I'd get here before they left. I'd told her that it would be a couple of months before I'd need some documents she's been working on at home. I received a call this morning from a bank customer that the deal's going through on Friday, so I hoped I'd catch Linda before she and Fred left." His voice was slow and modulated, a trace of a southern accent. He was, well... handsome. "Come in," I offered. Closing the door behind him, I suggested, "Perhaps we can find the papers." He thanked me, and we located the papers within minutes on the architect's desk, alongside an electric typewriter. He flipped through the file folder, saying, "Just like Linda! The work's finished. Letter perfect, research and all! She's the world's greatest secretary!" "Nice compliment," I commented, glancing to his gold wedding to my half-filled cup, asking, "You like hot chocolate?" Nodding affirmatively, he laughed, "I don't need to get to work so early anyway, since the work's finished." As we talked on the couch, I explained why Bill wasn't home. Jack's blue eyes grazed my body. I glanced to a mirror atop a bookcase, seeing that my robe was open, exposing a generous portion of my breasts through the transparent nightgown. Pretending I hadn't notice his stare, I walked to the kitchen to fill a pitcher of chocolate as a frightful drum beat fluttered within my breast. I sat alongside him as I poured, my legs bent beneath me. I appraised Jack's perfectly healthy complexion, not tanned but palely reddish. His eyes glinted, gazing now and then to the robe's open neck. We fell silent. Trembling, I licked the dryness of my lips. His hand brushed mine. My lips parted as he leaned to kiss me. My tremoring arms encircled his neck as his lips crushed mine. I whimpered. His hands were now beneath the robe, caressing my heaving breasts. My nipples were standing out like spikes. He stood, pressing my body to his, his long hardness throbbing against my groin and thigh. The telephone rang! I pulled away, lifting the receiver, and gulped, "VanRyser's residence." Jack's lips had enveloped a firm, It was Bill. "I'm in a bind, Ellen. I need some records from a downtown law office, and the lawyers don't have a messenger. No one else is here. I was wondering if you could do it for me?" My voice quaking, I responded, "Just tell me where and how." I started to say playfully that he could sure pick some great times to call me, but I didn't want Bill to think I was complaining about the favor he was requesting. Anyway I doubted that Jack would have believed me, had I told him I had my husband's approval. Hanging up, I suggested to Jack, "Are you free tonight?" He was stunned, a bit nervous, so I lied, "Bill's leaving for Florida early this afternoon. I'm alone for the evening." He smiled. His wife was in Toronto for a club convention, he told me, adding, "What time?" When I arrived at the developer's office, I told Bill what had happened. At 7:30 that night, Bill was relaxing in a patio folding chair in the master bedroom's walk-in closet. I was sitting on the couch, attired in a white satin dress, slit to the thigh, pretending to read an Architect's Digest while I awaited Jack's arrival. I was too nervous to read. A feeling like fear grips my stomach when I feel aroused. My breath was huffing like a toy train. The doorbell clanged. A fifteen-mile-an-hour wind was blowing through the foyer as I held the door open for Jack. At 5'8", I was only four inches shorter than Jack, but the red western boots beneath his dress gray jeans added two inches to his tall figure. He stepped in from the darkness, kissing me as he pushed the door closed behind him. Handing me a bottle of champagne, he breathed, "You're beautiful." Smiling, I took his sheep-collared waist jacket, hung it in the entryway's closet, then turned on trembling knees to retrieve a couple of wine glasses. His blue western-style shirt was tailored like a glove. Handing him the frosted glass, I remarked, "You changed clothes." He nodded affirmatively. "Uh huh. Showered, shaved, et cetera. Had to do something to calm my nerves tonight." I'd clicked on the stereo and turned off all but the decorative red-bulbed dining room chandelier, bathing the room in a soft crimson glow. A slow melody was drifting from the room's four speakers. He beckoned me to dance. My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in desire. My slender body seemed particularly small and vulnerable as I leaned my head against his chest. Jack's fingers stroked my shoulder length black hair, his lips tracing a sensuous path down my neck oft fullness of my breasts. His manhood was growing in the tight slacks, throbbing against my groin and thigh, as his hips pressed mine. My tremoring body was now as pliant as putty, my heart pounding so hard I couldn't breathe. The song ended. I trembled as he swept me up to carry me down the long hallway to the master bedroom. Joyous tears pooled in my eyes. I'd forgotten Bill who was watching from the closet, only a dozen feet from the bed where I lay in the dimness. I moaned beneath the tall form standing above me. Jack removed my shoes, then my red satin belt, unwrapping the dress to find I wore nothing beneath. He was staring at my breasts, my stomach, my shaved mound, as he popped loose the snaps of his western shirt. His slacks slid down his hips. I gasped! His engorged manhood burst free, curving up more than a foot from a patch of thick dark hair. "Oh, my GOD!" I muttered, fearfully, my eyes wide. Although I was having second thoughts, I pulled his hips near. He knelt alongside the bed. My quivering lips parted. My mouth enwrapped his cock, gliding along the frightening length. My eyes rolled up to look at him. His eyes were glazed with lust as he disengaged and lay alongside me. I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. Unable to would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping - as he always did while watching - his hardened cock in the closet's darkness. I closed my eyes, relishing Jack's gentle hands exploring the soft curves of my body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a hard, reddened spike. Impassioned fear churned within my stomach; I pursed my lips, hissing in desire, as his tongue twisted a winding path to my shaved mound. I thrust my hips to his face, grinding my cunt against his mouth, my heart pounding a wanton drum beat as his tongue twirled over my clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric current coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels into his back as fiery explosions blossomed within my pussy. Tears of joy streaked along my cheeks like rivulets of rain on a jetliner's windows. I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts. He braced his arms against the headboard above me. My lips stretched widely as I took his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed as my tongue slurped along its length. Now, beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down the moistness of my throat. His instrument hammered into my mouth until my passion was unbearable; my voice muffled by his wide lease, Jack, I WANT you! I can't WAIT any longer!" My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened eagerly to accept his huge curving cock floating toward the lips of my vagina. I shivered; realizing that his manhood was much longer and broader than any I'd ever encountered, I whimpered with fright as he pushed past my cuntal folds. He was splitting me apart! I screamed softly. Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on, my vaginal walls expanding incredibly for this giant tool. Yet I'd rather have died than have him stop now. Red coals of passion smoldered in my vagina. I loved every inch of this massive freight train slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel. Jack was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I was crying as much in pleasure as in pain. Finally, he was as far into my gushing depths as he could push. My pain disappeared, replaced by blinding rapture. He rode me with a fury, my cunt now burning in our forbidden fires. My legs enveloped his hardened torso, my shaved mound quivering up to match every steaming thrust. In the stunning thrills of fucking Jack, I'd forgotten Bill; but as I thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step from the closet to watch Jack's magnificent weapon plunging into my throbbing cunt. Logic and will abandoned me; I was far too lost in this hurricane of passion to acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he pumped his engorged cock. The emblazoned yolks of Jack's eyes rolled as he plunged into me. I opened my mouth widely as if this would somehow expand my cunt further to accept Jack's final inches. Bill jaw was sagging as he pumped his full length in a fury. Jack's body and mine pulsated with a radiance. Our explosion was imminent. Bill's intense stare told me that his mind and Jack's were now one. I cried out as Jack's flames united with mine into a blazing inferno; we shuddered with each thrust, our eyes glazing, craving the ultimate gratification - release from this overwhelming passion. I mewed, "Oh, FUCK me, Jack! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Raging tides of passion coursed through my body. Delirious, I screamed,"Oh! God help me, Jack! I LOVE you, Jack! I LO-O-O-O-VE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery, uniting in flesh that which was already in our minds and souls. And then! OH GOD! It happened in a blinding flash! We were coming in thunderous waves. Our orgasms burst in a super-nova of pleasure, raging through my creaming cuntal walls. My mind was exploding with fiery fragments that spider-legged like a billion stars across the evening skies. Jack's lips grazed my breasts in the blissful after-glow of our adultery, our arms intertwined for an eternity of a half minute. As I fluttered to earth, I remembered Bill. I looked over Jack's shoulder. My husband had returned to the closet and closed the door. I smiled. Now, because of my unquenchable desire for the largest male member I'd ever known, my husband would have to remain there until morning. Jack would be mine for the night! Our journey into passion has just begun. Jack forced me to turn. My knees sunk into the red satin sheets like coconuts into quicksand, my hands braced against the wall above our headboard. His large hands grasped my hips. The yolks of my eyes rolled madly as his massive member was entering my vagina from the rear. I moaned. My husband was now in the closet, hearing all but unable to see us. I turned to look back, awed by Jack's huge cock. My pursed lips formed an "oh" as I watched the instrument pushing deeply into my excitedly-lubricated cunt. I spread my knees ever wider as the length and breadth filled me. Sobbing in desire, I reached to caress his member behind me, my hand tremoring. He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with pleasure, "I LOVE you, !" I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations. I stared as he fucked into my depths, my lips parted in wonder. We shared a sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes from his cock, which was now bulging at its base, in an impending explosion, as he groaned, his hips rolling and shuddering. I gasped! Jack's firm manhood was expanding to an incredible size with the onrushing tidal wave of a massive orgasm. My clitoris fluttered unbearably as if to tell me we were to be coming together in a mind boggling finale! My back arched expectantly, my fingers digging into his hips behind me. I wailed, a long, modulated shriek of passion. And then, we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon, I tremored like a tree in an earthquake. His warm semen burst through my channel, the creamy fluid splattering my inner walls, washing over his cock, which was now erupting with a volcanic flow of steaming lava. I was sobbing, spinning, in a thrilling roller coaster ride down pleasure's glowing corridor. We fluttered back to earth, collapsing in gratification. His fingers stroked the small of my back as he whispered, "You're beautiful, you know." "Thank you," I responded softly, turning to him. "So are you." I stroked his cock, now soft and pliable, glistening beneath the moonlight that filtered through the transparent We showered in the orange glow of the bathroom's dim lighting. I was on my knees, pleasuring him with my lips until his magnificent manhood was curving up like a Turkish sceptre. Pulling me to my feet, he forced my back to the red-tiled wall, pushing my legs apart. I struggled half-heartedly, even now afraid of his length and breadth, as the water pounded my face. Turning my head away from the shower's storm as he entered me, I shut my eyes, whimpering. My hands pressed against the shower walls in helpless abandon. Steam was rolling around the warm air of the shower like ocean spray in a Florida hurricane. As I thrashed beneath him, I banged my head against the shower door, causing its glass to shudder. My cuntal muscles were in spasm from his god-awful size! I loved him but feared him. "GOD!" I screamed as Jack's weapon slithered mercilessly through my depths, "Drive it INTO me, Jack! Your cock is KILLING me! FUCK me, Jack! Oh, GOD! You're splitting me APART!" I wrapped my legs around his hips, fucking back against him. He pressed my back to the floor as I cried out in passion. In the steam, his face was now unrecognizable, as if I were being fucked by an unknown lover in a warm fog. Our desire went into overdrive. I was a galactic surfer, pleasure wave, washing across a cosmic sea to a splendored shore. Logic and will had now abandoned me amid a fire-storm on a planet in a timeless universe. My clitoris shuddered. The planet's core was about to erupt. And then! The glowing stars exploded in supernova. I was slipping through a long, shuddering tunnel in pleasurable darkness as I came, then came again, and again, and OH GOD, AGAIN, my mind shattering into gratified fragments. Finally, at 4 a.m., I lay sleeping, a leg over his, an arm over his chest, until a movement stirred me. He slumbered. I stared down at his awesome cock. I worshiped it with my lips and tongue, then slept again, awakening with the morning sun rippling through the windows. Jack was gone. But Bill lay alongside me. Grinning. Jack visited three times a week until Bill's project was completed. I gave myself eagerly. Finally, two nights before we were to return to Florida, I told Jack about my husband's penchant for "watching." On our last night, the day before Thanksgiving, Jack, Bill, and I drank white wine as we watched a video in the family room. Jack sat alongside me on the floor, our backs against the couch, while Bill sat in a chair across the room. Jack pulled me to him. We removed each other's clothing. I sat on him, lowering my hips as his long cock submarined through my molten channel. Moaning, I was impaled on his staff. Electric thrills throbbed through my legs; Jack's smooth skin brushed the insides of my thighs as he fucked me. Bill hovered above me, his arms braced on the couch. I unzipped his fly, pulling out his manhood. My tremoring lips glistened along Bill's length as Jack thrust his splendid tool through my steaming walls. I was thankful as the two men fucked me. Thankful, because I love Bill. I also love adultery. Thankful, because I don't have to choose between the two. Thankful that my depths had never been so filled. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat (M+F+, swing)[7/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:17:26 GMT Photographic Memory by Ellen A few months ago, I was standing at a counter in a neighborhood camera and film store, handing the shop owner a check for processing our vacation pictures. A photographer named Jim, whom Bill and I had known a year and a half through a mutual health club membership, walked in as I turned for the door. I smiled at the memory of my remark to him when we first met, sitting alongside the other in the steam of the club's spa; I'd told him that his blue eyes and shock of red hair reminded me of a flag. He'd laughed, and each time we met thereafter, he always had a fresh joke to tell. The store's owner had reached for a ringing phone that was nestled amid a pile of white and yellow invoices, and began a lengthy discussion with the supplier; she waved to Jim that she'd be with him in a few minutes. Jim and I leaned against the counter making small talk. I was still laughing at a joke he was telling me when he queried, "How'd you like to accompany me to the convention center? I'm doing promos for a belly dancing studio. I could use a model." Although I haven't been a professional model since our marriage, my picture - unpaid - appeared once last year in a local magazine, advertising the health club. Jim had been the photographer for the ad. He'd offered the suggestion of a social drink, that might or might not have been flirting, after we'd ended the two-hour photo session at around 10 p.m. I hadn't given it much thought at the time. Now, I assumed he was again trying to determine whether I might date outside my marriage. I declined, saying, "I'm permanently out of the business." Jim didn't give up. He remarked,"Your black hair and those gray eyes would've been perfect! I can't believe it's been eight years since you modeled; when'd you quit, at fifteen?" I don't really think about my appearance, but I still love hearing men say those things. I grinned, "Was that supposed to be a clever way to learn my age?" As we talked, I began to see this lean, athletic man as one my husband Bill enjoys me dating. Others might categorize my husband as a "watcher"; he derives pleasure out of seeing me have sex with other men, or - if watching us isn't possible - at least telling him about the dates afterward. So I reconsidered. I whispered softly, "What about me hiring you at your standard rates for some photos at my home? I'd like them as a surprise gift for Bill's birthday! Bill won't return from the seminar until Saturday evening, and I want these to be evening-type pictures. You know, intimate?" His blue eyes were now animated. He smiled broadly, responding, "The photos will be FREE! Saturday's fine!" Of course, my husband was enthusiastic, right up until Saturday night when Jim arrived. We'd left the second car at a neighborhood supermarket lot to make it seem that Bill had driven out of town as I'd told Jim. Actually, Bill was lounging in the unlit hot tub room adjoining our bedroom. When I met Jim at the door, I was wearing this clinging emerald satin dress, slit up the side to my waist. I wore nothing beneath. Jim's eyes were darting about my body and nipples outlined beneath the dress as I posed, leg exposed - on a stool at the family room bar, lying on the living room couch, or stretched out on the bedroom floor. Finally, after a full roll, Jim reminded me, "You said you wanted `intimate' pictures for Bill. Were you thinking of lingerie shots?" Unable to hide his excitation, Jim's to semi-tumescense beneath his slacks. Like me, he was trying to appear detached and unconcerned. But he KNEW I wasn't talking about lingerie. I stretched out, breasts jutting toward him, my head against the waterbed's pillow. My nipples were standing firmly beneath the dress. I smiled softly, "I was hoping we could do some nudes, but I'd want to be present when you develop these, and I'd want to keep all the negatives." I glanced to the slightly opened door leading to the hot tub room from the corner, but was unable to see Bill watching from the darkness. Jim, of course, didn't know that room held a hot tub; it could have been a closet. His voice croaking, Jim agreed, "No problem. Anything for a friend." He was adjusting his lens, but from the mirror I saw him stealing glances as I disrobed. I folded the dress on a wicker emperor chair and climbed seductively onto the bed. Some photographers, and Jim was no exception, prefer others to think they're unaffected by models; "Just think of me like I'm a doctor," some will say; but I lost count of the erections I'd encountered while posing only in By now, his member had grown its full length as he inserted a low-light film roll, clicked off the bed lamp, and murmured, "These should turn out more naturally." The dim light from the distant end of the hallway filtered through the transom above the door. Another film roll later, when I was unwrapped from the satin sheets and lying face up with my arms folded beneath my head, Jim lay aside the camera and sat on the edge of the bed to talk. I cannot for the life of me remember that conversation, except that he'd extracted a tube of body makeup and suggested, "This will add some color and blur the bikini tan-lines. I nodded in agreement as his long slender fingers massaged the creamy liquid onto my hips and thighs. He blotted a bit above and below my breasts, his hands smoothing it into the softness to the outlines of my nipples. He extracted another tube, adding a darker shade over my nipples, which were now standing out like spikes. I was trembling. Even in the room's dimness, my wide eyes and parted lips betrayed my fervid excitation as I stared at his engorged member. His hand cupped the fullness as his thumb softly massaged the nipple. Yet each of us pretended not to notice the electric sensuality of the other. I gulped, "Would you mind if I took similar pictures of you?" He was out of his clothes in a flash, handing me his camera as I lay nude on the bed. Although I knew the answers, I pointed to the camera and queried, "How does this work?" Jim sat inches away. He pointed to the camera's features with one hand, his other hand heatedly stroking the smoothness of my long legs. His full length was pointing to the ceiling. When he looked up, he could see that I was mesmerized by his throbbing member protruding from his thick patch of red pubic hair. My tongue flicked across my dry, quivering lips. He touched a long finger to my mouth. My stomach churning, I was both fearful and eager for his touch; but - involuntarily - my lips enveloped the finger, my tongue twirling around it, my eyes rolling up to meet his. Laying the camera on the nightstand, he pressed his lips to mine, pushing the back of my head to a soft pillow. His legs straddled my hips. I tremored beneath the heat of him brushing my stomach. My lips pursed in an "Oh!" I was mewing in desire as he stroked the softness of my breasts. He spread my legs, his tongue searching the folds of my vagina. I was burning with a passion like a blast furnace. I succumbed to his firm, wet tongue. Although I'd wanted to respond enthusiastically, I was surprised by the eagerness to which I responded. My hips involuntarily rolled, my thighs gripping his head, my ankles locked behind his neck! As my head thrashed excitedly from side to side, I glimpsed my husband's shadowed nudeness at the doorway, staring at us in excitation. Bill was stroking his cock in rhythm with my hips. But as Jim's long tongue stroked my enflamed clitoris, I swam in ecstasy, forgetting my husband even existed. My excited groin gyrated in mad passion as Jim's intrusive tongue explored my depths. My voice quaking, I muttered, "Oh god, I love it!" I shuddered wantonly as he raised to his knees to suckle my breasts. My cunt quivered upward to touch his dick's broad purplish head. He groaned, his eyes glazed over with lust. His jaw slackened. His engorged cock entered my eager vagina. His bulging veins were pulsating and steaming against my cuntal walls that were squeezing his rubbery hardness. I pressed my heels against the bed to ease his long path inside my fiery wetness. And then we were united in the center of an exploding universe, his shaft having sunk its full length. I moaned. We fucked slowly as I wrapped my long legs around his hard body, pulling him faster and faster into me until the stunning thrills had transported me from the planet. My eyes widened with delight as I looked down, watching his broad sword skewer me. Wishing that it would never end, I pleaded, fervidly, "Oh FUCK me, Jim! I love your wonderful cock! I WANTED you to fuck me! I LOVE fucking you!" And I did; I loved it. I was on fire! I lifted and lowered my hips in rhythm with Jim. The muscles in my depths were opening and closing my creaming walls to accept and savor every steaming thrust! His cock was expanding even further as I cried, "I'm bursting APART!" I screamed with the joy of the ultimate roller coaster ride. The rolling waterbed heightened my lust; I was a galactic surfer riding the cosmic crest of a super-wave, alive with the fire of Jim's long, thick cock, now pounding into me with heart-stopping thunder. My only thought now was how awesomely god-like we were, our fervid minds and bodies united in glowing pleasure, his swollen instrument throbbing within my shuddering pussy. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I was sobbing with joy, swimming within the flaming oceans of volcanic ecstasy, the fiery depths of pleasure which only adulterers can know! My head thrashed from side to side, the yolks of my eyes now rolling with unbridled lust. Jim's huge, bulbous cock-head spread wide my cuntal walls with each white-hot entry. Although I don't swear, I was now mewing with evangelical fervor, "Oh God-DAMN! I love this! I LOVE it! I love fucking YOU!" I glanced to the door, seeing Bill, nude, stroking his rod with the rhythm of Jim's and my marvelous fucking, realizing in mind- numbing pleasure that Bill was as lost in this adulterous union as were Jim and I. But NOW, I had no thoughts of BILL's pleasure; my cunt was united with JIM's rubbery member! I wailed as my legs locked tightly around Jim's back, his steaming member stoking my red coals of hellfire. My hips lifted from the bed each time he withdrew as if I were afraid his cock might leave my insatiable nest. The cosmic storm of release was building deep within me. Jim, too, was groaning, his cock expanding unbelievably with each shuddering thrust. His head thrashed upward, his shoulders and hips shaking, exploding with me! The beast of lust is completely mad when released! I cried, the passion so blinding I lost all sense of time and space. It seemed that we were coming for eons, in pleasurable waves. I wailed in the overwhelming ecstasy of multiple orgasms. Finally, our emotions washed ashore to reality's island, glowing blissfully in sinful memories. I whispered, "I loved being fucked by you." He murmured softly, "I love fucking you." Spent, Jim smiled and rolled off me, staring at the ceiling. Bill had discreetly closed and locked the door and gone to sleep alongside the hot tub, without Jim's ever knowing. Jim and I slumbered peacefully, our arms around each other. I was awakened by the sun's early rays rippling through the blinds. Jim still slept, but his cock was standing high. I kissed it, my lips enveloping his full length. He groaned, awakening. The joy of fucking him again, with Bill hearing but unable to watch, was even more delicious. He pulled me above him, my knees on each side of his head as his tongue brought me to a near climax. Moaning wantonly, i straddled his hips. I lowered my shuddering vagina onto his long shaft until I was impaled, my cuntal walls gripping his hardened manhood. Riding this wild steed, feeling its every inch deep within, I bucked against him, screaming with pleasure, selfishly realizing that Bill couldn't risk opening the door to watch our love-making in this morning light. Jim turned me to my knees, entering my cunt from behind. I turned to watch his manhood disappear into my depths as I moaned, "Oh, YES! Oh, PLEASE!" My toes dug into his calves behind me, cutting softly into his flesh as he slammed into me! My lips parted, my head still turned toward him; my throat musically grunted, "UNNHHH! with each delicious thrust. And now I was out of control, with no sense of reality. I rocked back in rhythm with his fucking. My buttocks slapped his firm stomach, just as his large dangling balls were slapping my buttocks! The world was in slow motion. His broad purplish cock-head was searing through my enflamed tunnel, pushing my pulsating walls apart as it advanced inch by inch, followed by the flank of his long steel-hard shaft massaging my private channel! I was screaming like a wounded banshee. I wanted the moment to last forever, but an orgasmic thunder was advancing deep within my mind and body, which were now united in wondrous pleasure with Jim. The expanding proportions of his cock throbbed in anticipation as he too increased his furious ride through my depths. I could feel the veins bulge, his massive shaft tremor with excitement as he entered and withdrew. I was still savoring this awesome moment when the series of orgasms began to explode like a fireworks display! The blinding eruptions of a billion stars lit the room as we screamed in unison, his hands grasping the softness of my breasts as I reached behind to grasp the of his shaft. The warm liquid burst through my tunnel like a tidal wave through a high canyon. The thrills rippled through my quivering body. My fingernails digging into Jim's hips behind me, my back arched in complete submission. My mind and clitoris were shattering in this emotional onslaught with the fragility of plate glass in a hurricane. I collapsed, then turned toward Jim alongside me. I lay, caressing his softening cock, now and then grasping it with my small fist and pulling it. Although we would meet many times again, usually alone - away from Bill - we would not be fucking again that night; Jim's vigor had been spent in the three orgasms; but I also had been completely satiated. Jim was wonderful. We stared in adoration of the other for an hour, until Jim dressed and left, believing that my husband would soon return. Afterward, as I lay alongside Bill, he pleaded for me to tell him my deepest feelings while being fucked by Jim. His member rose higher as I told him, as graphically as I'm telling you here. He mounted me, hardening and plunging deeper with each description. Hours later, exhausted, we left the house for the beach and relaxed the rest of the weekend. Consenting adultery, as you may have imagined, has brought us closer together. I love receiving e-mail from readers. A letter writer recently inquired whether these stories are true. Except for the changes in names, each happened just as I have told you. These stories were a sampling of two years of our lives. I haven't yet told you about a young social science post-grad student's interview (and more) of me; he was engaged in life-styles research, and we met on-line through another system's compu-chat system. Each experience offered unexpected surprises, teaching me that no one can completely prepare for, or predict, what life holds for us. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat (M+F+, swing)[8/8] Date: 8 Aug 1996 01:19:23 GMT Full Disclosure by Ellen I mentioned all but one of our experiments in liberated marriage happened a few years ago over a twenty month period. This is the exception. After posting these stories on a compu-chat service, I received an e-mail inquiry from a grad studies sociology student who asked if Bill and I could meet him for an interview for his lifestyles thesis. I agreed to the next Monday evening, when we would return from a weekend at our beach condo. Because Bill had to stay on the coast that evening for an appointment and couldn't be there, I suggested to the student that we meet at a neutral setting, a restaurant and lounge halfway between his school and our home. I was wearing a soft white silk skirt, a low-cut loose fitting red blouse, and a blue scarf. The lounge was packed, so I skipped drinking alone as I waited at the door near the cashier's register in the narrow walkway separating the lounge from the restaurant. Drew strode in five minutes after I'd arrived. At first glance, I thought I'd seen him before. Just as he'd described himself, he was muscular, with a broad smile beneath a tousled mat of blond hair. He wore a dark blue safari suit and clasped a weather-worn, dark green stationery box under an arm. He was standing straight, like a military cadet, his shoulders back. He would have been only slightly taller than me if I hadn't been wearing three-inch heels. I squinted, searching his face for a clue; I couldn't remember at that moment of whom Drew reminded me. We were seated at the last available table next to an incredibly large aquarium. The restaurant was noisy. A particularly loud band was playing near us, waitresses were chatting with a birthday crowd at the next table, and electronic gimmicks were popping everywhere, including an overhead electric train puffing and hooting past us every minute or so. Drew opened his stationery box and grinned as he said, "This is what I've been doing with my life for the past six months." He was showing me his first draft of a thick thesis, concerning marital life-styles, including a couple of open marriage types he'd researched, interviews with swinging couples he'd met through a correspondence magazine, and a an outline of a couple of marital pursuits I didn't even know existed. He concluded, "What interested me about you two was that Bill's a `watcher.' I just wanted to know what makes him tick. Sorry he couldn't be here." In the din of voices, music, and clattering dishes, I missed much of what he was telling me. After ten minutes of straining to hear, with no waitress in sight, I suggested we drive to our home. We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets were still wet from a brief Florida thundershower. The multi-colored lights of neon signs, street lamps, and a line of cars streaming west to the suburbs cast long brilliant reflections on the wet highway. We entered through the door from the garage. I mixed a pitcher of margaritas, set the pitcher and a couple of diet sodas on a tray, and led him into the den, where I turned on the stereo and flicked on a table lamp. The room was bathed in a dim red glow from the lamp's two red bulbs. I sat on the couch across from Drew in the overstuffed chair. He reached behind, thumbed over the spines of books on our ceiling high shelf, then turned toward me, chewing his lower lip like he was trying to think of what to ask Turning on his pocket recorder, he began asking questions like "Why do you think you did that?" or "When did Bill's reaction occur to you?" I bit my lip, suppressing a grin; his eyes had widened as I told him about a poker party where I was the prize. Five tapes later, he'd gulped down several potent margaritas. He poured me the last as I was telling him about an incident while accompanying Bill on a business trip to the Carolinas. I should have drunk only the diet sodas; a warm glow and giddiness had spread through me by the time I'd finished my story. My senses swirling, I stared down at his lap. His penis had swollen; the bulging shaft beneath his slacks curved upward, its center protruding massively outward in an arch; the walnut-sized head at the end of his stalk extended to his belt. My eyes didn't waver from his lap as I asked, my voice tremoring, "Anything else?" He clicked off his recorder, his chest heaving. He was staring at my widened eyes which were fixated on his obvious bulge. My heart was fluttering. Removing my shoes, I stretched my legs, resting my feet on the coffee table. His gaze roamed over my body, from my semi bared legs to the loose folds of my blouse. Dazed, I sat the empty glass on the coffee table. Electricity rippled through my body. My senses were spinning as I continued staring at his engorged manhood. I shook my head like I was trying to clear the alcoholic fog. Remembering the adults- only VCR tape Bill and I had purchased only a week before, I breathed, my voice slurring slightly, "Care to watch a video?" When he nodded, drunkenly but affirmatively, I lifted the remote control switch from the coffee table, my fingers involuntarily massaging the instrument. I was mesmerized by Drew's hardness. My throat tremored as our eyes locked, each of us pretending not to have noticed the other's excitation. I punched a button, clicking on the movie, and inquired, my voice quaking, "Think you'd be more comfortable on the couch, alongside me?" Drew surveyed the length of my legs, now bared from hips to ankles. He walked wordlessly to the couch. A pale vein pulsated in his right temple. The intoxication had taken its full toll. Glancing to the immenseness of his engorged penis beneath his slacks, I gulped, fearfully. For the first time, I'd put myself in a position like this without Bill's permission. Although I was trying to convince myself that this visit was social, I knew it wasn't. The movie flickered on the TV screen. I fidgeted my legs, trying to calm the wanton heat rising in my vagina; instead, the motion was enhancing my lusty desires. I rarely drink alcohol, but now I was in an intoxicated trance. Erotic movies usually don't have the same effect on me as they do on men. Tonight, though, was different. After four margaritas and the radiance of Drew's excitation, I was glowing with passion. My full lips quivered. My hands were shaking! I saw him stealing glances at my legs and heaving breasts. So there we sat, knowing we shouldn't and pretending we weren't. The minutes passed. I swallowed. My vaginal muscles pulsated uncontrollably. Because my husband and I no longer were engaged in open marriage adventures, I was trying to appear unaffected. It didn't work. I shuddered softly, leaning against him. My neck brushed his bare arm. His fingers traced a sensuous path around my ears. He leaned to kiss my neck. Warmed by the liquor and the film's seductive fire, I couldn't resist. I moaned. Our lips met, our arms intertwining. He coaxed my back against the velvety cushions. My groin quivered up in excitation, pressing against his hardness. Drew unwrapped my dress as I fumbled for his zipper. His long, pale stalk was so cleanly circumcised, it must have been sculptured by a master surgeon. The walnut-like cock head gleamed beneath the dim lighting, its purplish skin stretched tightly over its bulging mass like a undersized rubber glove over a swollen hand. And then we were nude. My shaved mound grazed the base of his hardness. My clitoris fluttered. His warm cock pressed threateningly against my stomach. His lips brushed my breasts, then moved down my body. I was tremoring as the heat of his tongue's wetness melded with my lubrication. The softness twirled around my clitoris. I moaned as my hips gyrated madly in passion. I shuddered wantonly, my groin rotating wildly beneath him, the searing need for his rubbery tool flooding through my body. Hovering above me, he groaned, "God, you're beautiful!" My lips trembled. I stared at his engorged length, curving up in a long arc from his mass of blond pubic hair, pointing toward me! I'd only seen one like it, and then I realized why Drew reminded me of someone else! Although not as tall, he had the face and body of BRAD, the son of Darryl and Rita. Brad! Brad's parents had known about the arrangement; he'd visited us about every other month for a year, fucking me madly for hours on end each time. Although I was twelve years older than Brad, I had been the only woman he'd ever been with during that time. Our passionate coupling had been overwhelming; I'd never tired of his unending stamina. Eventually, I found myself counting the days until Brad would return for another week or weekend between his college classes for our unrestrained love sessions. And now, MY GOD! DREW EVEN HAD BRAD'S COCK! I was mesmerized by the dark, purple-veined cock that I was now stroking, my hand squeezing it back and forth from its black mass of pubic hair to the broad, bulging head. I ovaled my lips over the rubbery head. My eyes rolled up to worship Drew as my tongue slid along his length. His hips thrust toward me, pushing it beyond the back of my throat. The smoothness glided through the walls of my mouth until I was delirious with desire. I became one with his cock and the throaty music drifting from the stereo. I flamed passionately, whimpering with each stroke into my quivering lips. The rapture I'd remembered with Brad was flooding into my now heightened senses. I wailed as Drew gently pushed my legs apart. My hips rotated passionately as he mounted me. My tremoring groin expectantly quivered up. I shuddered heavily as his broad cock head brushed my cuntal folds. He flinched and moaned as his shaft entered the hungry mouth of my vagina. I looked down fearfully to watch as his hips lowered to the vee between my legs. His broad manhood was stretching my madly lubricated walls to the breaking point. As his shaft sank deeper, I squealed, "Oh My GOD-D-D-D!" Now united, his cock so snugly in place, it throbbed and expanded even further. My resistant walls were rejecting the enormous pressure of his shaft's size. I panicked. Oh GOD, He was huge! I screamed, "You're splitting me APART! Oh GOD, Drew!" But when he started to withdraw, I locked my legs around his hips, slowly drawing him deeper. Screaming at the combination of pain and searing pleasure, I was fucking my lubricious cunt up to suck in each thrust of his massive rod. I cried, "UNHHHH! Oh GOD, it's so HUGE! Oh, Drew! I'm so fucking hot I don't know what to DO! I don't want you to STOP! Oh GOD! It's KILLING me!" But now, my contradictory pleas had no effect on him. He slammed into me with a vengeance! Sobbing, I was on fire, my cunt rising with each thrust. The bulging root of his cock pounded my clitoris like a carpenter's hammer on a softly yielding nail. My mouth opened in awesome wonder at the savagery of his onslaught. My cunt danced with the rhythm of his steaming cock, fucking back to meet every stroke. I screamed wantonly, "Oh-h-h-h, DO it to me-e-e-e! Oh Yes-s-s-s! I LOVE it! I LOVE your cock!" My head was rolling from side to side. My body pulsated as I thrashed beneath him. In rapture, I stared at Drew's - or was it Brad's! -handsome face, his eyes now glazed with lust. The margarita's intoxication, the unshakeable image of two young men at once fucking me, burst in an explosive shower of mind-numbing pleasure. I mewed. Our lips parted as we studied the faces of the lover we were fucking in mad abandon. His jaw curved down from the sides to a squared jaw as did Brad's - the mega-cock pounding into me - the eyes as blue as Brad's- my cuntal walls lubricating the submarine that was sweeping through my quaking depths - the skin as pale as Brad's! Murmuring my desire, I radiated with passion. My long legs fit perfectly around his body. The root of his cock slid over my clitoris, eliciting my screams of delight. Drew's hips gyrated before each thrust, then he would ram into me with a fury. I tightened my leggy grip to reciprocate each mind- shattering entry. My vaginal walls were creaming like fluid from an overturned bottle of suntan lotion. I began to cry with uncontrollable passion, wailing, "Oh GOD, Drew! It's so fucking AWESOME! Please don't stop, Drew! I'll do anything you WANT! Just keep FUCKING me-e-e-e-e!" I was rolling my head in wide circles. My soft breasts bobbed and rippled with his violent rhythm. The passion mounted. My clitoris was engorged like an overfilled balloon. I forgot anything existed except Drew and me; I sobbed, my throat tremoring like a leaf, "I'm in fucking LOVE with you, Drew!" And as he rammed his broad cock ever faster, I cried, "Oh, GOD-D-D-D! YES-S-S-S! FUCK ME, DREW! FUCK ME-E-E-E!" The salty taste of my tears was at once bitter and sweet. Then I could feel the overwhelming flutter from within my clitoris, like an unstoppable freight train steaming through my groin. The thunder of cosmic orgasm was rolling up from lust's distant hills in lightning-laden clouds. Drew's cock was now expanding monstrously like a volcanic tidal wave about to burst. We shared an ecstatic wail. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Florida Heat Part 8A Date: 19 Jul 1996 02:09:12 GMT The veins of his manhood throbbed as he groaned, "Ellen, I'm COMING! Oh GOD!" He drove into me with a frenzy, his large balls slapping my buttocks. Shuddering, I imagined that he knew my thoughts. And then, somehow I knew we'd crossed the final psychological barrier to become ONE; we'd united in body and soul, an orgiastic union of his throbbing, rubbery member with my hungry cunt. The orgasm was rushing toward us like a tidal wave. I was sobbing in delight. My ankles locked around his hips, my groin gyrating madly with the awesome rhythm of his ramming cock! And now, OH GOD, it was upon us! We wailed in unison, my breasts tremoring heavily. The lightning thunder-clapped! A million stars burst throughout the room. His warm semen burst through my waiting channel! I screamed as his lengthy member erupted molten lava, my legs and arms wrapping tightly around him, lifting my body from the couch. My mind was spinning in rapturous torrents, capturing his every thought. My body shuddered like palm leaves in a hurricane. "I love you," I sobbed, collapsing, my arms and legs splayed wide as he continued his mighty assault. My vaginal muscles squeezed his softening member. We showered. Exhausted, we lay on the plush carpet. Drew drifted into sleep. As I stared down at him, I was stroking the soft length of his warm manhood, then snuggled alongside, my arms and legs wrapped about him, my throbbing pussy nestled against his leg. I slept until he awoke me at 1 a.m., his cock curving upward to my lips. Smiling, I pulled his hips above my breasts until he straddled me. I wrapped my lips around his cock until it swelled, hard and rubbery, and was bulging beyond my throat. His shaft's pale outer skin seemed too thin a covering for such a hard and massive tool. My lips were sliding up and down his length as I rolled my eyes up to watch him, blissfully remembering the rapturous symphony of our orgasms. At that moment, amid the glow of his warm length slithering through my mouth and the memory of the wondrous fucking, I was in love with Drew. Now, he groaned, his tempo increasing as he breathed, "Oh god, Ellen, I want you!" I murmured, "I'm yours. I'm a whore! However you want me!" I rolled, kneeling away from him. His hands grasped my hips as he entered my quivering pussy from the rear. I wanted to feel degraded. Instead, I felt just fucking wonderful! This time, there was no pain as he slid into my sensitive tunnel. I was moaning with pleasure. Feeling his hips slapping my buttocks, I realized that Drew had shoved his throbbing monster to the hilt. My hips gyrated, tremoring as his lengthy hardness entered my lubricated channel. My vaginal walls stretched with each thrilling inch to accommodate him. And then he had sheathed the tool to its hilt as my mouth opened widely, my eyes rolling with the adulterous passion that gripped my searing soul. His long shaft radiated, steaming in the hot coals of my cunt. The imagined scene of Brad again fucking me crazed me with desire. Wailing as he thrust into me, my hips rotated, fucking back against him. I screamed with each entry, and although I don't swear, I now found myself pleading with smoldering passion, "Ohhhh! God DAMN! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK me, Drew!" It was just so fucking AWESOME! He was driving his tool through me with a vengeance. My lips ovaled in wonder. I breathed lustily. I turned my head to watch him as he hammered his long instrument into me. My eyes were wide. I was cooing between pursed lips, "Oooooh, DO it! DO it to me!" As he then rammed ferociously against me, my breath escaped in a whoosh through the rounded fullness of my lips. My fingernails were clawing at the walls above the headboard. Wailing as he fucked me wildly, I swirled my hips to his rhythm. Staring back as he bucked against me, he groaned, his voice shaking, "I love it, Ellen! I love it! I love YOU, Ellen!" My lips formed an "oh" as our eyes locked. We each understood. We loved fucking the other. We loved this adultery. We loved. I relished the exquisite feeling of his huge cock ramming into me. He was thrusting with measured strokes as he asked, "Would you be offended if I asked a very personal question?" When I nodded negatively, he queried, "Is Bill as large as I am?" I moaned at his increasing tempo and responded, my voice tremoring, "My husband's a more normal size. You're MUCH larger!" Although DREW was shorter than Bill in height, Drew's COCK was four inches longer! Women don't judge men by sizes or heights, although THIS particular penis reminded me of another I love. Yet men seem obsessed with those matters. He was fucking me madly now. My hips rotated my cunt in a ferris-wheel like rotation. I stared straight ahead at the walled bookcase as his large balls slapped the soft roundness of my buttocks, his cock steaming like a hot poker through my flaming vagina. My eyes filled with joyous tears. God, it was incredible! I was now in the vacuum of a distant galaxy, rocketing through uncharted stellar streams, my mighty ship's power fueled by the throbbing force of Drew's massive engine. Ahead lay a flame-blue star, trillions of miles across. The orgasm was building. The tears streaked along my cheeks. Then, looking back in awe as he fucked into me, I sobbed, "Come WITH me!" Love was positively bursting in my breast. my eyes rolled. My pussy shuddered with the onrushing climax. Wailing, I thrashed my head wildly, my hair flailing the air as I faintly heard Drew groan from a distant star, "Oh, god, I'm coming!" Oh, wonderful, Drew, I wanted you to come with me! The tears flowed down my cheeks. His blue eyes glinted. He was biting his lip in excitation when I felt his cock swelling. He was about to come with me! He groaned passionately. Our eyes locked. As his cock expanded within me I spread my legs further as if I could somehow allow my vagina to hold even more. I was biting the softness of my lower lip as I cried, "It's super, Drew! Super! I LOVE it!" I reached behind to touch his chest as his cock fucked into my hot, wet depths, which were now a vortex of mega-lust that gripped the broad cock-head sliding through the mouth of my love tunnel. He was fucking me with a vengeance. The building orgasm was now not so distant, rushing up like a mad prehistoric beast screaming for air from the primeval depths of a misty cavern. The earth opened before me. I was falling through a bottomless chasm of adulterous pleasure with his every thrust, my mind enveloping an unknown universe inhabited by only me and Drew. I shuddered. The beast within was insane with pleasure. My whoring had now spanned eons, all sense of time lost as I cried out frightfully. I was praying for the oncoming super-orgasm but fearing I could no longer bear the passionate explosion. Then it was happening! The mutual orgasms were rolling over us like a landslide. I screamed, "Oh, JESUS-S-S-S!" I was shuddering as my back arched expectantly; I dug my fingers into his hips behind me. The white heat of his sperm burst through my steaming channel. My vaginal eruptions blasted through the belly of my star ship, propelling smoldering fragments across the galaxy to fall on distant worlds where love reigns supreme. My body slackened. I collapsed, Drew's kingly length staying within me, following - face down - to the carpet. "I love you, Drew," I muttered as he lay across my back, his cock filling me. "I truly love you." I wriggled my hips. His lengthy instrument, slithering within, seemed to reach into my slender belly. I looked at the VCR's digital clock. It was 3.a.m. We had been fucking for two hours. I fell peacefully asleep. An hour before sunrise, he nudged me awake, mounting me, missionary position, fucking me slowly. I screamed with a second, then third, then fourth orgasm; and finally, my vaginal muscles felt his manhood expand as he shuddered; my muscles squeezed tightly as I fucked back against his thrusting member like my cunt was milking all he could give. He shuddered, his fluids rocketing through his lusty length, exploding joyously through me. Dazed, I muttered, "I love you." I meant it. I fucking well meant it. Drew was just fucking great. Two months later, after Drew had appeared before his thesis-review board, he was awarded his masters degree. That Friday, Bill and I drove him to a restaurant over at the beach for a graduation dinner of lobster. "You deserved the degree," I teased Drew. "Your `homework' was very impressive." He and Bill laughed. "You're a good teacher," he smiled. "Good teachers make students do it over until they get it right." The three of us drove to our weekend beach condo a mile away where we spent the next three days until Drew left for Boston where he's now pursuing a doctorate. When we let him off at the airport, he grinned, "I'll need research for doctoral studies also," then winked and ran through the terminal door, waving back at us. The weather was warming. Bill suggested we go to the beach on Florida's completed his next work project, a couple of weeks away. I was remembering that the beach he suggested was where we'd met Greg, with whom our marriage first became liberated. I was to see Drew only three more times before he changed his mind about where he was going to continue his schooling. He's now pursuing his graduate studies in Europe, and I doubt that I'll ever see him again. It isn't that I don't want to. It's just that some things we want in life just aren't practical. The End