Not surprisingly, we both woke up late the next morning, so I ended up rushing off to work without having any time to talk to Nancy about what had happened the night before. But you'd better believe I was thinking about it – and her – a lot during the day.

I think I broke a bunch of traffic laws that evening getting home as fast as I could. I kept having this fantasy that she would meet me at the door wearing nothing but a see-through nightgown, and that we would fuck all evening long.

No such luck. She was in the living room, all right, but sitting on the sofa wearing slacks and a conservative blouse. Her eyes weren't gleaming with passion, as I had imagined; quite the contrary, she seemed to be having trouble looking directly at me. Her face seemed to be expressing fear rather than longing.

"Nancy, what's wrong?"

"Come sit down," she said, patting the sofa beside her.

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I think maybe I have. I was a bad girl again today."

"What? You mean bad like in the way you were last night when the guys were here?"

"Yes, but not quite the same."

"Maybe you'd better tell me about it."

"Well, one of the guys came back this noon. I got a little scared when I saw him, and I wasn't going to let him in, but he told me he needed to talk to me, and apologize for last night. So I did let him in, and we sat here on the sofa and talked.

"He was really very nice about it, and said he knew things had gotten out of hand, and there really wasn't any excuse for it. And then he said something about surely I must know how it is when a bunch of guys get together without their wives around, and that having such a ... such an attractive woman there just made them forget all their manners."

"It sounds like you were having a nice conversation, but what happened?"

"I'm getting to that. He went on to point out that the guys would never have forced me to do anything I didn't want to, and I reassured him that I believed him on that. From there we got on the topic of why I had responded the way I did. He told me they could all tell I was really enjoying myself, and we talked about what kind of feelings I had while it was happening.

"The problem was that talking about those feelings was sort of bringing them all back again. I told him so, and suggested we not talk about that any more. He said he understood, and put his hand on my thigh to reassure me. Only it didn't. I kind of gasped and jerked when he touched me.

"He told me I was all wound up, and we were going to have to do something to relax me. He suggested a back rub, and I said I wasn't sure that would help, but he said we should try it. I was starting to get worried that we were getting into dangerous territory, but then I remembered that you didn't seem to be all that upset about what I did the night before, and this was nowhere near that much.

"So he told me to stretch out on my stomach and he started rubbing my back. ... Only he didn't stop with my back. He was rubbing clear down on my cheeks, through my slacks, and I was getting really, really, horny. But I kept telling myself that he did a lot more than that last night.

"So when he asked me to roll over, I did it, without complaining. No, that's not right. I did it eagerly, because I wanted more. He was soon stroking and squeezing my breasts through my blouse, and I was loving it. When he asked me if I'd like him to touch me there the way he did before, I said yes I would, and it wasn't long before we had my blouse unbuttoned and my bra unhooked, and his hands on my tits were making me wild."

She stopped and looked at me with frightened eyes.

"Now that I think back on it, I realize I was in deep trouble at this point, but I didn't know it then."

"Yes, I can see what you mean. But were you at least thinking about me, and how I would feel about it?"

"No, Dick, at that point I had forgotten all about that part. I really wasn't thinking at all. I was just feeling. And I wanted more and more."

"So it didn't stop there, did it?"

"No, it didn't. He was pinching my tits and he asked if he could kiss them. I think I answered by grabbing his head and pulling it to my chest. He was rubbing between my legs and he asked if I'd like him to touch me inside my clothes. I don't remember what I said or did, but I sure remember feeling his finger in my pussy. Then he said he knew I would love it if he kissed me down there where his finger was.

"I remember that part pretty clearly. When he said that I felt these huge hot waves crashing through my body, and I knew I didn't just want it, but had to have it. So I shoved my pants and panties down off my ass, pulled my knees up and the clothes with them, then kicked furiously to bare my legs. Oh, I needed his kisses so badly, and I spread my legs wide to get them.

"Oh, it was fantastic! I came and came and came again. I'm dripping wet right now just thinking about it. And then he lifted his face up, stared into my eyes, and told me he knew a way he could make me come even harder. I told him, 'Oh yes, do it!' He asked if I was sure and I said, 'Yes, anything.' I'm sure you know what he was thinking of."

"Yes, I'm afraid I do."

"I guess I did, too, or at least my pussy did, because I could feel it beating, as if it were a heart. And then I felt a long snake slipping inside me. It wasn't thick, like you, but it just kept sliding further and further in, like there was no end to it. And every inch he pushed in drove me higher and higher, until I knew I was about to explode. Then I did explode. It was fireworks and flashing lights and colors I can't describe.

"The next thing I knew was that I felt it sliding slowly out of me. I wanted to scream 'No!' and hold him inside me, but I couldn't move or speak. I could only feel him sliding out and out and out. Finally it stopped moving, but my cunt felt so empty. Then he shoved. All at once he shoved all of it ALL the way in!

"OH GOD! That was the REALLY BIG one. Finally I heard him calling me very faintly, and then his voice got closer, and I realized he was asking if I was OK. I still couldn't speak, but I nodded my head. I do remember exactly what he said then. He said, 'Well, then, now that we've got that out of the way we can get down to some serious fucking.' I remember, because my reaction was that he had already fucked me as seriously as it could get.

"And that was true. I certainly did enjoy what followed, and I came several more times before he left, and he came three times in my cunt, but nothing could match what he had already given me."

She paused at that point, so I ventured a question.

"So, what happens now? Did you get it out of your system today?"

She hesitated, but then said, "Yes, I think I did. That's why I felt like I had to tell you tonight." "No, not really. I know I want to see him again, but I don't know whether I'll let myself do it."