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This is the follow-up for What's My Name. (MFMF) enjoy!



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Oh What's In A Name?

It was a week before we formally met Jennifer and her husband
Dave. We were invited to a neighborhood beer and bar-b-q party.
We met a number of neighbors, in addition to Dave and Jennifer,
and had a great time. At one point Dave pulled me aside to thank
us for spicing up his love life. 

Evidently, Jennifer was pretty turned on by seeing Lynne and I
fucking. When Lynne and I had stood to introduce us, Jennifer had
run from the house saying, "she had to go and 'fuck her husband,
I mean go find my husband'." Lynne and I had gotten a good laugh
out of the situation and hoped that her husband got a good fuck.
Evidently he had.

Even though Dave and Jen were about our age, they had already
been married for about 4 years, no kids yet. We started
socializing with them on a pretty regular basis primarily due to
the fact that they had a pool and loved to cook and entertain. We
found out early on that Dave and Jen were high school sweethearts
and had never had sex with other people. This was something that
Lynne and I could scarcely comprehend. Never the less, we all got
on quite well. However, an early summer heat wave changed the
dynamic between us.

Lynne has always been completely comfortable with her body, not
to mention a bit of an exhibitionist. Jen was clearly more
guarded (hell she was a borderline prude!) and was very careful
about exposing too much of her skin around other people. Yet as
the summer heat increased, Lynne was able to talk Jen into
sunbathing topless by the pool when Dave and I weren't around.

Jen didn't even tell Dave she was going topless until he
mentioned that he liked her tanned boobs. He told me later that
she got all embarrassed at first, but was now going topless for
Dave when it was just the two of them at home. Dave was very
grateful for that too.

The four of us were enjoying a late Saturday afternoon when Lynne
"accidentally" splashed some ice water on Jen's back while she
was sunbathing with her top untied. When she sprang up in shock,
I saw her lightly tanned breasts and her puffy pink nipples. Her
top was untied because Dave had applied some lotion earlier.
Being a guy, I popped some instant wood at the sight of her fine
tits. Dave was inside and missed the show. Jen was embarrassed as
she quickly covered her breasts with her top. I reminded her that
she had seen me completely naked with cum dripping down my chest.
This was the first time since "the incident" that I had said
anything about it to her. I was surprised to she her eyes get
glassy and her objections die quietly. I seized the opportunity
and pressed my case.

Dave was just walking into earshot when I said, "You know Jen, a
little flash of your nipples is nothing compared to what you saw
at our house. I think you really owe us much more of a look if
truth be told." 

Dave was quick on the uptake. "He has a point Jen. You told me
you saw them completely naked while they were fucking on the
floor!" 

"Dave!" Jen was blushing bright red, but her eyes told a
different story. The memory of that afternoon must still really
turn her on. She looked to Lynne for some kind of support. She
didn't get what she wanted.
 
"Did you tell Dave we were fucking Jen?" Lynne could be so
non-menacingly direct. "Actually Dave, I was rubbing my pussy
along his cock. There wasn't a lot of penetration involved, well
not right then. But now that I think of it, Jen must have had
quite a view. I mean she was as close to me as you are now. We
were so turned on by having had someone watching us that Jeff
fucked me all night long."

Lynne waved her hand in front of her face. "Jennifer, with all of
your talking about sex, I'm getting really hot. Would you guys be
offended if we took off our tops?" 

Jen started to object but with Dave and I completely comfortable
with the idea of the girls topless, she was out numbered. Lynne
was topless almost before her words were out of her mouth. It
took Jen about fifteen minutes to finally drop her top. She
quickly positioned her long hair over her breasts, well - you
have to start somewhere. Hoping to put her at ease, I asked Dave
if he would show me their new stereo set up. When we came back
out about 20 minutes later, the girls were frolicking in the
pool. Dave and I dove in and joined them.

Amazingly enough it was Jen who suggested we play couples version
of 'king of the pool.' But it was good old Lynne who suggested
that the girls mount the shoulders of each other's man. Jen
probably figured I wouldn't see her tits that way. Poor girl, she
simply didn't now how devious horny guys could be especially when
her husband is in on the fix.

You see, Dave had contacted me not too long after the incident to
thank us for the best sex since their honeymoon. In fact, Dave
and I had many conversations about sex, and women, and the effort
to keep the two elements (sex and women) together. While he loved
Jen with all his heart, he was concerned that their lack of sex
partners was an impediment in their marriage. As time went by, it
was clear that Dave desperately wanted Jen to loosen up sexually
with him. I decided to help him out   so here were playing battle
of the boobs in the backyard!

During the pool battle Dave and I kept bumping the girls together
then falling over. It didn't take long for Jen to drop her
self-consciousness about being topless. I must admit to having
copped a number of feels when she fell off a couple of times.
When we all got out, she squeegeed her hair back and walked
effortlessly around the pool with her breasts bare. Dave was
quick to re-supply us all with cool drinks and soon we were all
laughing. When I got a chance I gave Dave a surreptitious thumbs
up. 

He reached over for a tube of sunscreen and squeezed it into his
hand. He leaned toward his wife and applied some lotion to her
nose. 

"Safety first...we can't allow any of this soft skin to burn." 

He then applied lotion to her cheeks, neck and shoulders. As Jen
relaxed into the ministrations of her husband, I got up to use
the bathroom. When I returned, Dave was rubbing lotion onto Jen's
breasts slowly and sexily. Her eyes were closed, and I was
careful to make no sound. I found out later that Lynne had to do
a little persuading to get Jen to relax and let Dave apply the
lotion completely and properly.

Dave was rubbing Jen's breasts to the point that her nipples were
clearly erect.  Dave kept rubbing her tits with one hand as the
other began to apply lotion to her abdomen, hips and thighs.
Lynne and I watched as Jen slowly let her legs spread apart in
response to the gentle pressure of her husband's hands. Her wet
bikini bottom revealed a prominent camel-toe, and her breathing
was deep and slow. I noticed that Dave brushed the crotch of her
bikini as he moved from thigh to thigh and back again. Jen was
clearly getting aroused.

"I hope you save some lotion for me. I don't want to burn
either." Lynne said it so softly the first time she had to repeat
it slightly louder for Dave and Jen to hear her. 

Dave didn't miss a beat.  "Should I take care of our guest
honey?" When Jen answered with a dreamy "of course" Dave turned
to Lynne and started with her nose. He was applying lotion to
Lynne's shoulders when Jen realized that she wasn't being
touched. She turned her head and looked at Dave and Lynne first,
then at me. I had my dark glasses on, and she could not see that
my eyes were open just enough to see everything. I guess she
thought I was asleep.

As Dave's lotion covered hand descended to my Lynne's breast, Jen
sat up. "What are you doing?" she whispered. 

"What you told me too." Dave whispered back. Lynne 'ssshhed' them
both and told Jen to let Dave finish his work. Jen watched
transfixed as her husband languidly worked the lotion into my
Lynne's soft beasts. Every so often Jen would look in my
direction, but I remained motionless. 

When Dave began to lotion Lynne's thighs I heard her tell Jen
'make sure he gets all the exposed skin otherwise I'll get a bad
sunburn.' Damn if Jen didn't point out places Dave had missed
until his hand was pressing against Lynne's fabric covered pussy.
Lynne sealed the deal as simple as could be. 

"I hate tan lines. Jen do you mind?" Jen shook her head no
without having the slightest idea what Lynne was really asking, I
knew though. To the sound of Dave and Jen's collective
inhalation, Lynne hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and
whisked them down to her ankles and off before they could react.

She seductively wiped her palm across Dave's as she held his hand
inches above her bared cunt. "I better apply this. Why don't you
do Jen?" 

Dave turned to his wife, gently pushed her back in to the chaise,
took hold of her bottoms and pulled. Jen lifted her hips and
seemed absolutely stunned to find herself completely naked with
another couple present. Her pussy was covered in soft wisps of
sparse blonde hair. Her cunt lips were clearly visible and
appeared to be quite swollen. The light breeze carried her scent
to me. Damn.

Dave rubbed his wife's newly exposed skin. Soon his index finger
was pushing down between her swollen lips. To my and no doubt
Dave's collective amazement, she wasn't stopping him. Dave was
clearly and uncomfortably erect but didn't dare stop to adjust
himself for fear of breaking the spell. 

Dave was unaware of the movement behind him until out of the
corner of his eye he saw Lynne straddle the chaise I appeared to
be asleep on. "You guys are way over dressed." Dave watched as
Lynne unsnapped my trunks and slowly pulled them off. My erection
popped up and swung lazily as Lynne worked the trunks down my
legs. When Dave looked at his wife he found her eyes locked on my
erection. Damn.

Dave now turned his head to look at Lynne and me. He was eyeball
to ...well, he was looking right at Lynne's bare cunt. It was
less than two feet from him. For the first time in his life Dave
was looking at another woman's "live and in the flesh" cunt.
Damn. Things were getting very interesting, and I had no idea
where it might all lead. Oh, I had my fantasies, but what were
the others thinking?

Jen seemed clearly confused as she looked at my cock, Lynne's
cunt and made half-hearted attempts to push Dave's hand away from
her. Dave seemed confused also except that his eye's were riveted
on Lynne's cunt and he seemed to be leaning closer and closer to
it.

I watched as the expression on Jen's face turned from confusion
to curiosity. When I saw Jen lick her lips as she stared directly
at my wife's cunt I finally whispered to my wife. "Back up Lynne,
Jen needs you."  Lynne slowly backed away from me until she was
standing next to the chaise that Jen was on. Dave slowly removed
his finger from Jen and paused, I was curious about what would
happen next. I heard Lynne's voice, "Jen would you mind if I
showed Dave how every woman really wants to be touched." 

Dave appeared mesmerized as he watched Lynne lean in closer and
closer to his wife's cunt. He watched as Lynne's barely touched
Jen's outer lips. A long sigh of enjoyment flowed from Jen's
mouth. Jen's scent filled the air around us.

Lynne turned to Dave. "Does she taste as good as she smells?"

Dave shook his head, "I don't know... I mean, I've never
really...she doesn't like ..."

Lynne slowly pushed her finger into Jen's who obligingly arched
her hips for deeper penetration. Lynne waved her wet finger under
Dave's nose and then stuck it in her mouth. She removed it with a
ceremonial smacking of her lips.

"Smells good...tastes better. Dave you don't know what you're
missing and Jen has no idea what you've been denying her. "

"I don't deny Jen anything...I'd do anything..."

"Well you've denied her this!" Lynne lowered her mouth to Jen's
cunt and began to lick. The effect was instantaneous as Jen
spread her knees wide and cried out, "Yes! Oh yes! Oh!"

I don't think it took more than a minute for Jen to be thrashing
about in orgasm. Dave just looked on in utter amazement. I looked
on with undisguised lust and a ferocious hard-on. I knew what I
wanted to do and who I wanted to do it with but I'd known Lynne
long enough to let a woman lead in these kinds of situation. I
was horny all right, but that didn't mean I was stupid.

Dave looked a little chagrined, maybe even a little embarrassed.
He was clearly aroused judging by the tent in his trunks. Lynne
placed her hand on his knee and rubbed slowly up and down his
thigh, he finger tips easing just under the open leg of his
swimsuit.

"Dave do you think that Jen would like to feel like that every
time you two are together?" 

Dave didn't even have time to answer before Jen utter a very
contented, "YES!"

"Yes, I do...it's just that I've never..."

"I know, I know. No one ever taught you and Jen didn't know how
to ask." Lynne's hand was halfway up the leg of Dave's swimsuit.
"Jen, would you like me to teach your husband how to eat pussy?"

"Yeah." Jen slowly sat up. I quickly got off the chaise I was on
and made room for Lynne. I stood next to Jen. Like I said, I'm
not stupid.

The first thing Lynne did was getting Dave out of his trunks.
Holy Cow the guy was hung! Lynne lay back on the chaise and
spread her legs, she gave Dave a quick tour of her cunt. First
she touched herself with her finger, and then she had Dave touch
her with his. She kept telling him 'softer, slower' until she was
satisfied with his efforts.

"Now do that exact same thing with your tongue." Lynne placed her
hands on each side of Dave's head and pulled his mouth to her
cunt. Her deep sigh said it all.

Jen was watching intently. OK, we both were watching intently as
Dave slowly and evidently correctly, licked Lynne. I couldn't
help myself and I slowly began to stroke my erection. I saw Jen
turn and look at me, she had a funny look on her face.

I let go of my cock. "I'm sorry. It's just..." Stupid began to
creep into my brain and leak out my mouth. "I guess I could use a
hand." I turned so that my back was to Lynne and Dave. Jen's hand
rose slowly and wrapped softly around my shaft. She began to move
it very slowly back and forth...too slowly. For me, slowly fans
the flames of stupid.

Jen's feather-like touch and slow stroking served only to
increase my desire for her. Any thought of Lynne and Dave, what
they were doing or what they might think about what we were doing
was dissolving away from my mind.

I leaned slowly toward Jen. The flow of stupid was increasing and
I wasn't smart enough to stop it. "Open your mouth Jen. Open you
mouth." I reached out with my hand and gently pulled her head
forward. 

Jen's full lips were slightly parted as the tip of my cock made
contact. I watched as her mouth slowly accepted the head of my
cock. The soft heat of her mouth was intoxicating and stupid took
full control.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dave's head moving vigorously
between Lynne's thighs. His hands were filled with her tits. For
a rookie Dave seemed to be getting the hang of oral sex rather
quickly.

It was at that very moment that I had a revelation of sorts. If
Dave was a rookie at oral sex, then it was quite likely that Jen
was too. That meant that it was quite likely that my cock was the
first cock that she had ever had in her mouth. I based this on
two things; one, her mouth was just around my cock, it wasn't
moving at all and two, Dave had clearly said, 'we never."

"We never..." Jen was a virgin cock sucker. I looked down into
her innocent eyes. Eyes that looked back up at me, her expression
questioning me as to whether she was doing this right or not. I
smiled at her; she smiled back through a mouthful of cock.

When she smiled her tongue pushed up against the underside of my
cock head, that real sensitive spot. That extra stimulation and
the fact that she had never stopped stroking my shaft did what
they were intended to. Seemingly out of nowhere, my orgasm swept
up though me. My cock swelled dramatically and there was a brief
instant where Jen and I knew exactly what was happening. We were
both still surprised, her in particular, when my cock spurted
into her mouth. 

Well the first spurt was in her mouth.

The second splattered across her cheek and hair.

The third, fourth, and fifth spurts resulted in her first (I'm
assuming here) pearl necklace.

The rest dribbled onto her hand and wrist.

The fog of stupidity slowly lifted. I was somewhat alarmed at the
amount of my stupidity dripping down Jen's chest. She was looking
at it too. She was also still holding on to my semi-erect cock.

Behind me I could hear Lynne panting toward her orgasm and I
quickly suggested a quick clean up dip into the pool. Jen nodded
in agreement and we quickly made our way across the yard. 

Once we were in the pool, if I was smart, I would have let Jen
clean herself.

Unfortunately, the fog of stupidity didn't creep back in on
little cat's paws. It came roaring back in and hit me upside my
head. Stupidity wasn't the only thing that came roaring back. 

As soon as I had Jen out of view of Dave and Lynne, I kissed her.
She resisted for a moment and then started to kiss me back. I
pushed my erection into her stomach and ground against her, she
ground right back. I had her pushed against the side of the pool
as I slowly walked us into deeper water. She instinctively
wrapped her arms around my neck for support. Her legs parted and
I simply lifted her high enough to slide my cock between her
thighs.

"What are you doing? No...we can't...I've never been with another
man...Jeff...Jeff don't...ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Oh god she felt good. We just stayed there like that. Her arms
around my neck, her legs around my waist, out foreheads touching
as we both looked down between us into the water. The still water
of the pool could not disguise that fact that my cock was inside
of her.

We just stayed that way, holding on to each other. I flexed my
cock and she squeezed back with her cunt. I started to thrust and
she said, "no." So I didn't. We just stayed that way - me inside
of her. I don't think that I have ever just been inside a woman
without thrusting. I kinda dug it.

That's when I felt it. I could feel it build slowly within. At
first I didn't believe it, it couldn't be happening. I looked
into Jen's eyes and they seemed to reflect what I was feeling. I
kissed her softly on her left cheek, her right, and then her
lips. That's when it happened.

"I love you." The words just came out. It was like some kind of
emotional ejaculation. When I saw her reaction I wished I'd had
some kind of verbal condom to contain my effusiveness. She pushed
off of me and slowly swam away.

She kept looking over her shoulder until she reached the steps.

I drifted over towards her   I kept plenty of water between us.

I didn't say a word   I'd already said too much.

She just sat on the steps. Knees drawn up to her chest, chin
resting on her knees. She was just looking at me. She didn't
appear afraid, or mad, or whatever.

Curious   yeah, that was the way she was looking at me;
cautiously curious. 

I slowly let a smile play across my face.

She returned it   slowly.

Then her eyes smiled and I felt as if a great weight was taken
off me. That's when I knew everything would be all right between
us.

"Oh here you are." Taken by surprise, I turned to see Dave
standing at the pool gate. It wasn't his arrival that was the
surprise, it was the tone of his voice. He clearly hadn't
expected to find us here. He wasn't happy to find us here. There
was something else in his voice too.

My first conclusion was that he thought that Jen and I had gone
off somewhere to fuck. 

I started to say something when I noticed it and I was
dumbstruck.

It was his cock. His cock was as limp as over cooked spaghetti.
Speaking for myself, it takes one incredible orgasm or two really
good ones to leave me that flat.

"What did you say?" Lynne came around behind him. She saw Jen
first and started in surprise. Then she saw me and stepped back
too late.

Her inner thighs were dripping in cum and her labia were long and
stretched.

"Son of a bitch!" I swam to the side got out and walked right
past them. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. I was halfway
to the gate when Lynne called out.

"Jeff! Jeffery! Don't leave now, we need to talk about this  
with everyone. It's not what you think."

I stopped and turned. I looked right at her used sex and Dave's
dripping cum.

"It's not what I think? Oh yeah? Ok Lynne   what do you call
it?"

Even in the evening light I could see the answer in her eyes.

"Yeah   that's what I call it too."

The loud 'klatch' of the gate closing behind seemed to follow me
like an echo all the way back to our house.

Our house. Lynne's house, my house, our house.

It seemed mighty empty right now.

I just sat there drinking my beer with my back to the door, the
evening breeze felt good. 

I, on the other hand, felt like crap for any of a number of
reasons. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular because I
was thinking about everything in general. And in general, I was
thinking that I was one big asshole.

I heard the gate open and footsteps coming to the back door. What
was I going to say to Lynne? What was she going to say to me?

As soon as I heard her feet on the kitchen tile I didn't even
turn to face her, I just spoke.

"I'm sorry. I guess I was just upset...I mean, you didn't...hell,
you didn't do anything that I didn't want to do. That I should
have..."

"Why didn't you?"

I spun around as I stood up. "Jen!" 

She took one step towards me and I practically leaped on her. I
kissed her fiercely as she started tugging at my shirt. I didn't
question, I didn't hesitate, I took her right there on the floor
in almost the exact same spot that she had seen me fucking Lynne
(or vice versa, if you want to be accurate) a couple of months
before. 

It was a wham, bam thank you ma'am fuck.

We both came.

I pulled out of her and lay beside her on the floor. We were
panting pretty hard.

"They think I'm convincing you to come back over to our house."

"You're very persuasive   in your own unique way." I rolled onto
my side and slowly kissed Jen softly on the lips. "I'll do
whatever you want...anytime you want...as often as you
want...where ever you want."

"Then come back over with me." As Jen stood slowly a torrent of
cum leaked from her. "Do you always cum this much?" 
I watched as she swiped her fingers through our combined goo and
brought them to her mouth. "Yours is the first I've ever tasted.
Until tonight I'd never even...you know, never even had David in
my mouth."

I suggested a quick clean up before returning to her house and
she agreed. Our return was anti-climatic as Lynne suggested that
maybe we should all just sleep on it and get together tomorrow
and talk it out when everyone is rested and had time to think. We
all agreed.

Lynne hardly said a word until we were in bed that night.

"Did you fuck her when she came over to get you? I'm asking you,
even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer. Jen wasn't at all
happy when she left and she seemed quite changed when you two
returned. So?"

"Yes. We did." A part of me had really wanted to say otherwise,
but what would that have accomplished? If there was one quality
of Lynne's that I truly prized it was her perceptiveness. She
just saw through it all. I gathered her into my arms; my chest to
her back. I kissed her shoulder.

"We." There was a long awkward silence. "Do you have feelings for
her?"

 "No! What are you talking about? Where the hell is this coming
from?" Every question I posed, and I posed a lot more then just
two, was met with that same awkward silence until, I really had
nothing else to say.

" Yes, I guess." 

I waited for all hell to break loose. I deserved what was coming.
I deserved it in spades. What Lynne had done with her body was
one thing. What I was doing with my heart, her heart, Jen's and
even Dave's was quite another. 

"I'm sorry Lynne."

"Me too Jeff...me too."

That's it! That's all she had to say? I felt as if I was falling.
I was, I was falling...I was - so fucked. The guilt that suddenly
welled up within me was overwhelming. I tried to get out another
apology. My words came out as a choked sob that cascaded into
tears. I started crying, and once I started I couldn't stop. What
the fuck was happening here?

Lynne turned over and held me. She didn't say a word, she just
held me. She held me and she loved me. 

I fell asleep in her arms.

When I woke the next morning I felt tremendous. I mean that I
really felt like a million bucks...no, make that a billion, or
more. I sprang out of bed and went searching for Lynne. She was
in the kitchen sipping coffee.

I swept her up in my arms and kissed her.

"Ewwww   morning breath."

"Get used to it." I sat her back down and knelt before her. "I
love you Lynne. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Will you marry me?"

Lynne smiled (God she was beautiful), "You're serious aren't you?
You really mean this."

I took her hand in mine and kissed it. "I'm very serious. I love
you with all my heart...with all my Soul. Marry me."

"All your heart...all your heart..." Lynne stroked my cheek with
her fingers. "I love you too Jeffery. I love you enough to marry
you..."

The unspoken 'but' hung above me like a guillotine with an
unraveling rope. My heart stopped. Like a fool I leaped into the
breach. "Lynne, sweetheart, I'll do whatever you want...anytime
you want...as often as you want...where ever you want." The words
just poured out of my mouth...that damn verbal ejaculation
again.

Lynne smiled at first, until my face registered just what I'd
spoken and the fact that I'd said the same words to another woman
not 12 hours before. Her smile faded and she nodded
understandingly at the depth of my betrayal. God could I be a
bigger asshole here?

"...but, you have some unfinished business with Jennifer. You
know it, I know it, she knows it. So for the present, my answer
to you, 'oh love of my life' and I mean that with all sincerity.
My answer is 'no  it's a probationary no...but it is a no.' When
you and Jen are through with whatever you two need to do. I'll
reconsider."

I sat in the chair next to her, still holding her hand. My
emotions felt as if I were riding on a roller-coaster with the
safety bar loose. Lynne came over and sat in my lap.

"Jeffery Williams. Jeff, look at me. Listen. Don't you for a
moment think that I do not love you? I do. If anything, my love
for you has grown and multiplied over the last 24 hours more then
you'll ever understand.  My heart is so full right now; I know
how much I love you. I know my heart. 

"It's your heart that I don't know; it's all over the place. When
it's steady on me...I'll marry you in a heartbeat.
Gladly...happily...without any doubt what so ever.

"Jeff. You have real feelings for Jen. You said so last night.
But I knew it before you said anything. I've seen it in the way
you look at her. I saw it in your yes when the two of you
returned. I saw it in her eyes too. She has feelings for you. You
two, and me, and Dave   we have to work this all out somehow..."

I held her close. She was right. She was absolutely right.

The scheduled group talk didn't happen as previously planned. Jen
called and asked Lynne to go shopping with her. That left Dave
standing in our kitchen with a funny look on his face.

"Wanna beer...or three or twelve?"

Dave and I each started with one each, 'started' being the
operative word here. We tried to start a conversation in a half
dozen different ways and kept coming up empty. Finally Dave, the
ex-jock and sports nut broke through.

"Did you see the game last night?"

I almost answered him when I realized that there was no chance in
hell that either of us had seen anything on TV last night. I
simply raised an eyebrow in reply and we both busted up. We were
laughing so hard if we'd been women we'd have peed our panties.

Dave stuck out his hand, "I'm sorry about last night   I know
we'd never talked about anything like that. I can't believe I did
something like that. You and Jen had every right to..."

I took it and shook it firmly and sincerely. "Look Dave, about
last night..."

"Jen woke me up this morning with a blowjob."

I just stood there and stared.

"You may have gotten the first one, I get the rest."

My mouth was now open   I'm sure that I looked as foolish as I
felt.

"She swallowed it too."

Now I was jealous.

"She said she much preferred my cum to yours...mine's sweeter."

We literally ended up on the floor we were laughing so hard.

"I'll take your wife's word for it and leave it at that!"

We were fine. Dave told me how he didn't last but about 10
seconds in Lynne (poor Lynne!) I told him that I had the same
problem in Jen's mouth.

The shopping expedition returned to find two guys acting, no,
interacting like best friends. The girls smiled as they watch
Dave and I clown around. Jen looked especially touched. Lynne
noticed that I noticed, but she seemed OK with it.

Things settled down for the rest of the week. Lynne and I were
talking and communicating like never before. Our sex life was
much more loving and tender than ever before. I just wished that
there were some way for me to get past the Jen thing.

What was neat, and also kinda weird, was that Lynne and I talked
a lot about Jen and my attraction to her. We each had our
theories and we discussed them quite often.

My theory was that I was attracted to Jen because she represented
the male fantasy (OK, my fantasy) of the ideal wife, goody two
shoes on the outside, searching for her inner slut on the
inside.

Lynne thought I was in the neighborhood but was overburden as
usual with male sex fantasies. As we talked more and more I
gradually came around to Lynne's theory. She thought that the key
to what was going on (even though nothing had gone on between Jen
and me since that one night) was rooted in my rather convoluted
sexual history. I had to agree with her that mine was certainly
not normal.

At an age that was recognized by only a few Southern states as
being consensual I had been seduced by a divorced woman in her
thirties. She had in turn introduced my to a number of her
friends. By the time I went away to college I'd already been with
over 30 women, most over twice my age. I mean what horny guy
needs to hassle with the local virgins when some woman wants you
to fuck her in her ass!

College wasn't much different. By then I knew that women wanted
to fuck. Relationships were simply variations on fuck buddies.
When I graduated I'd been with hundreds of women and done just
about every kind of sexual act, with one glaring exception. I'd
never been with a virgin.

Lynne seemed to think that Jen represented the virgin arch-type.
That somehow, I was idealizing her and that was why I was in love
with her (Lynne said that I was in love with Jen all the time.
Personally I tried to avoid that characterization.) Lynne
believed that the only way for me to really get past all of this
was to see Jen as a normal sexual woman...just like her. 

I eventually came around to her point of view and agreed with
her.

I was about to discover that agreeing with her was a good
thing...a very good thing. 

While we had continued to socialize with Jen and Dave, the four
of us had been careful to avoid any mutual sexual activity. I was
informed by my beloved that she and Jen were going shopping on
Friday afternoon and that Dave and I were supposed to prepare for
a night of dancing (insert an audible groan here from both Dave
and myself) and meet the girls at 7 at a place of their
choosing.

We did as requested and actually had a great time. The food was
good, the drinks were liberatingly strong and the company could
not have been better. I enjoyed dancing with both Lynne and Jen.
It was at the conclusion of one of our dances with the others
partner that the girls had a surprise for us when we returned to
our table.

Dave and I slid into our booth sitting opposite each other. The
girls didn't follow. They stood there at the end of the table
looking absolutely stunning. Jen looked nervous, yet excited.
Lynne looked as if she had the whole Universe figured out   she
was clearly confident about whatever was about to happen.

Whatever indeed.

"David, Jeffery...Jen and I are going to the ladies room. We'll
be gone a while. While we're gone you two have something
important to discuss. Very important. You need to think
about...ah shit, here it is. When Jen and I return we will sit
next to the man who has our purse. We will make out with that man
and unless one of you says otherwise, we will then go home, Jen
to her house and me to mine, with that man. We will all get
together at twelve noon, Sunday for brunch at the Riverside Caf
no regrets, no recriminations, no questions...period. If Jen or I
want to tell you what happened over that time period that's
completely up to us. That's the deal.

Dave and I looked at each other and immediately passed out
partner's purse to the other.

Jen gasped.

Lynne started laughing, "You guys are so predictable...'dic'
being the operative word here." Needless to say, Lynne slid in
next to Dave and kissed him passionately. Jen slid next to me and
was likewise engaged. We left about five minutes later.

Half way to Jen's place I pulled over to the side of the road. I
walked around to her side, opened the door, pushed her dress up,
pulled her panties off, spread her legs and went down on her. She
had an ear-splitting orgasm. I told her I had wanted to start off
on the right foot.

Once inside the door of her house she pushed me against the wall
and blew me   she swallowed, and it was great, well OK it was
good. Her enthusiasm was heart-warming, her full lips were
cock-hardening, her technique wasn't much improved from that
evening in their back yard. She didn't take in more then the head
of my cock as she mostly just beat me off. 

I resolved to improve her near-virgin technique.

And that was the moment of my realization. 

There is no virgin technique. Virgins are lousey at sex. The
touching is all wrong, the oral is no good. Both not sure what to
do next or if what they just did was right. She just lays there
and he comes in less then ten seconds. She's uncomfortable and he
has a stupid grin on his face. Who in their right mind would want
a virgin!

I understood what my relationship with Jen was all about. I knew
what I was supposed to do. I knew why I was there. I was going to
train Jen in all of the sexual techniques she would need to be
Dave's slut. Yes I loved her, because I saw her untapped
potential. I loved her, because I wanted to discover with her,
for her, all of the pleasures that she and Dave had never
imagined. I wanted to show her pleasure in ways she had never
dreamed.

And that was when I got wise. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt
that Lynne was taking immense pleasure by doing that exact same
thing with Dave. She was training him in all of the ways that a
man, especially a man with a tool like his, could please a
woman.

I looked down at Jen with a dribble of cum at the corner of her
mouth. She was eager to please. She wanted to please. She wanted
to please me. I wanted to teach her how to please her husband.

We had work to do. I strongly suspected that the pleasure would
not be all mine.

I pulled Jen to her feet and kissed her oh so softly on her lips.
Our tongues darted in and out playfully before settling into a
prolonged lingual wrestling match. She pulled back first. She
seemed a little unsteady.

I lightly stroked my fingers down her cheeks, neck and
collarbone. I rubbed whatever exposed skin I could reach. She was
licking her lips   a lot. I took hold of the collars of her
blouse and pulled her to me for another kiss. A hard kiss. A lip
bruising kiss.

As we broke the kiss I pulled her blouse apart, buttons flying
everywhere. I pushed her against the wall and unzipped her mini
skirt and then ripped it apart (Lynne made me replace both
garments, believe me when I tell you, that the experience was
more then worth the cost incurred). I positioned Jen over her
entry table in front of a beautiful mirror. I pulled her thong to
the side and pushed into her. I fucked her from behind until she
came.

I was still hard so I picked her up with my cock still in her and
walked her into her living room. Her toes never touched the
floor. I bent her over her couch and fucked her. I bent her over
her chair and fucked her. I positioned her at her fireplace
looking directly at her wedding picture and fucked her. I took
her from room to room and fucked her in each and every one.
Bathrooms and kitchen included.

I saved her bedroom, her and Dave's bedroom for last. 

I fucked her against every wall, on every piece of furniture, in
her bathroom and on the floor. I pulled back the covers of their
bed and asked which side was Dave's. I laid her down on Dave's
side of the bed.

Neither of us had cum during our good housekeeping tour de fuck.
And I was getting pretty tired. 

"Have you and Dave ever 69'ed." Her puzzled expression was answer
enough. I got us into position and we began to do each other. I
was licking her and giving her instructions on how to blow a guy.
She was a quick study and soon had my cock tickling her gag
reflex. She seemed comfortable with my cock so deep in her mouth.
I told her when I was ready to come and she willing swallowed
again.

We slept very soundly that night.

I awoke Saturday morning to an empty bed. I went in search of
Jen, my piss hardon leading the way. I found her in the kitchen
drinking orange juice and gazing out the window. She was looking
across her backyard at my house.

"Jennifer...are you OK?" 

She turned to me and smiled. Her expression was hard to read.
Wistful, maybe, but she didn't seem sad.

"If last night was a little over the top...I mean, I just wanted
to do something...we don't have to continue this. We can
call..."

"I loved it Jeff. To tell you the truth I can't wait to do the
same with Dave. I want him to cum in me in every room of our
house. I want...I want to do everything Jeff. I feel so sexual
right now. This is all so new to me. I've talked to other women.
I've read Cosmo. I know there is a lot more to sex then what Dave
and I are experiencing. For whatever reason, Dave and I just
can't seem to talk about this, about sex...about fucking. With us
everything has always been 'making love.' Don't get me wrong. I
love Dave and I love making love with him. But everything has
always been so...polite.

"I was  apart of that politeness too. At least I was until that
day...when I saw you and Lynne...fucking on the floor. A part of
me wanted to tear off my clothes and join you. A bigger part was
scared to death that I felt that way. When I got a hold of Dave
that night, I took control, I wanted to fuck and be fucked. 

"I was sitting on him and I kept looking down at where we were
joined where his cock was in me. I had never seen that before."
Jen looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "I had never seen Dave in
me. I liked what I saw. I liked what I felt. But I couldn't...we
couldn't seem to get past what we've always done. I wanted
more...and I knew that Dave wanted more, well at least it was
clear that he wanted Lynne."

I was stunned. This was certainly news to me. Dave was interested
in Lynne? Had I been so infatuated with Jen that I'd missed it?
And then it hit me - that was how Lynne knew. I was so busy
focusing on Jen that I was clueless that Dave was sniffing after
her. I guess my expression gave me away.

"Lynne and I were both a little pissed off by the way you guys
were acting. But then we realized that it might work to our
advantage too."

"Shit! You and Lynne planned this all out?" I was flabbergasted.
I suppose in another time, another place, certainly with a
different woman all of my insecurities would have had me freaking
out or even leaving. Instead, I had this strange appreciation for
how the girls had handle this situation.

"Yes. Lynne and I planned this weekend of fucking   it's what I
wanted. It's what I needed. She knew you'd go for it. I was
pretty sure Dave would. The exchange of purses was my idea.
Although we both thought that you guys would have to talk for a
while."

"And all along I thought that I was helping Dave..." 

"You were...you are. Lynne is teaching him how to please me.
You're teaching me what to expect from my man and how to please
him."

"Son of a bitch." Now I was the one looking out the window at the
other house. Until this moment I hadn't really thought about what
Lynne and Dave might be doing. Now I hoped that each was getting
the best of the other. I had another one of those realizations.
This wasn't about teaching Jen how to suck Dave's cock anymore;
this was about freeing people to simply enjoy sex. 

I turned to look at Jen. Her robe was partially open and I could
clearly see the gentle slope of her breast all the way to her
pink nipple. According to Dave, before Lynne and I had moved next
door, Lynne had hardly been comfortable being naked in front of
him. Now she sat before me with her breast exposed...completely
comfortable.

Comfortable. That was the word. That's what I wanted for Jen. I
wanted her to be comfortable with sex   any sex, all sex. An idea
began to take shape, I needed to know more about what Jen wanted
sexually.

"Well then, how about we see if we can raise your expectation of
pleasure..." I moved Jen closer to the window and peeled her robe
off. I sat down between her legs and slowly licked her to a knee
trembling orgasm. I moved behind her and thrust into her wet
cunt. As I fucked her I told her all of the things that Lynne
might be doing to her husband. I noted which ones caused her to
moan or her cunt to spasm.

I also asked her very specific questions about her sexual past. I
pointedly asked her for information about her inner sex life and
for any things that may have happened that she never told Dave
about.

By the time I came in her I had a number of interesting
possibilities to work with. We finished breakfast and then
showered together. I fingered her for a while but didn't make her
cum. My deviously depraved mind was kicking into gear. This was
going to be a fun-filled day...it was going to be a Jen-filled
day...and I had every intention of being left absolute empty by
the end of it day.

"Put that on." 'That' was an off white sundress. "Cotton panties
...no bra." I was getting hard again. "Minimal make-up...hair in
braids." I was getting turned on, as she got ready.

I swear she looked like she was 15.

"Let's go for a drive." It was a gorgeous summer day. According
to the weather guy it was supposed to hot. If things went
according to my predictions it was going to be way beyond hot.

We had hardly cleared the neighborhood when I asked her to show
me her camel toe. It didn't take a lot of convincing to get her
dress pulled up and her cotton panties pulled tight. It took a
little more convincing to get her to remove the panties in the
car. She wouldn't finger herself, so I did. I had her right at
'don't stop, don't stop' when we pulled into a busy parking lot.
I drove to the far end and parked.

"Time for a little window shopping." It took a while to coax her
out of the car without any panties on. She insisted that she had
never been in public without undies. But once we started walking
she seemed to be enjoying herself. We walked along some not so
interesting store fronts when I turned her towards a door and
literally pushed her through. "Ever been to a sex toys shop?
Welcome to Le Sex Shoppe Hot."

"No I haven't...oh...my...god. Ohmigod!"

I could smell her arousal. I could hear her softly panting
breath. I felt her hand grip my arm tightly.

There before us, in a brightly lit room on open shelves and racks
were every manner of sexy dress and dildo, vibrators and videos,
oils, condoms and everything else.

"Everything from whips to whip cream." I slowly walked Jen up and
down the aisles. If she seemed to stop or look more directly at
something I explained what it was or offered my best guess.

A nice looking Asian girl walked up to us. She was barely 5' tall
and wearing what looked like a Catholic girl's school uniform
with one notable exception. The long sleeve white blouse was
unbuttoned and with the shirt tails tied beneath her breasts.
Instead of a bra she was wrapped in some kind of white rope.
Somehow the rope was able to flatten her left breast and squeeze
and elongate her right one. The kicker was that both breasts were
completely covered from view except for her nipples   and just
her nipples. There wasn't the slightest exposure of her areolas,
just her nipples   both of which were pierced with small gold
barbells.

"Please allow me to serve you." The girl's voice was soft and
submissive with just a trace of a French accent; it sounded as if
you would be doing her a great favor in asking her to do
something. When she spoke I noticed that her tongue was pierced.

"Do you have any other piercings?" Lynne's voice was low and
throaty.

The girl took Jen by the hand and led her around a counter I
followed. The girl placed a thin pad on the countertop and
climbed up and sat on it. She sat with her back straight, knees
together (her skirt right at the top of her knees) and ankles
crossed.

I leaned in behind Jen, "I think you're supposed to look for
yourself."

As Jen started to push the girls skirt up, the girls hands came
down and covered Jen's hands. She pushed Jens hands to her knees
and patted them once. Then the girl folded the bottom 4" of her
skirt up and smoothed it in place. She pulled Jen's hands to her
skirt.

Jen began to fold the skirt in the same methodical way; fold and
smooth, fold and smooth. The material of the girl's skirt slowly
folded up to her thigh until the last fold had it at her hips  
she wasn't wearing any underwear.

The girls held the folded material in her hands and uncrossed her
ankles. Jen's hands trailed down the girls legs until she reached
her knees. As Jen pushed the girls knees slowly apart it was
apparent that the girl was smooth (Whether she was shaved,
lasered or naturally hairless remained to be determined) and she
definitely  had other piercings.

With her knees apart the smooth taper of her pelvis rose softly
at her mons and then split into her cuntal lips and clitoral
hood. The hood had three piercings (two barbells, one above the
other and a large ring around her clit.) Her outer labia had two
small rings each. When she lifted her legs you could see her
inner labia were also pierced!)

The girls pulled up on her clitoral hood and revealed that her
clit appeared to be bound or clamped by a very small ring. You
could just see that her clit was slightly larger then the ring
itself.

"The clit ring isn't a piercing. Once you've determined the right
size ring. It's placed over your clit and then your clit is
stimulated to arousal. When your clit swells the ring is held in
place and keeps your clit swollen. I have orgasms all day long.

"We don't do piercings here, but if you wanted to be sized for a
clit ring that doesn't take long at all." The girl lowered her
legs and climbed off the counter top.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I placed two
one hundred dollar bills in the girl's hand. I turned to Jen and
kissed her on the lips (her mouth lips).

"I'm gonna get a cup of coffee and read the paper, I'll be back
in about an hour. Don't spend it all on one dildo."

I was only able to stay away for 45 minutes before I had to see
what was going on. I wasn't disappointed as I surveyed the
collection of dildos, vibrators, lubes, oils, handcuffs(!),
buttplugs, nipple clamps spread across the counter. We left with
a very full bag.

"Hungry?"

"I'm starved. That was...I never realized...God, I can't wait to
take Dave there. When we get home I'll make a list and then we
can...what are you doing?"

"The market is right here."

"I can't go in there like this. No bra   no panties. I know the
cashiers and the checkers here. I might see someone I know.
They'll..."

"They'll think you look amazing. And unless you're planning on
blowing me, or someone else while were here there really isn't
any big deal."

The sliding doors closed behind us. "Oh the air-conditioning
feels great."

"Yes and the air-conditioning looks great on you too."

"Ohmigod, my nipples!"

Thus began the Great Shopping Adventure. The cool air and the
material of her sundress conspired to put on a nipple display of
memorable proportions. It looked like her nipples were trying to
escape right through her dress. Just about every man in the
store, whether employed or just shopping somehow managed to walk
past Jen at least three times. Jen hardly noticed. Let's just say
her attention was elsewhere.

It seems that our dear adventurous Jennifer had decided to try
out a clit ring. All of this walking was taking a terrible toll
on her. Her poor clit was being stimulated constantly as she
walked. She somehow managed to walk through a number of minor
orgasms by moving very slowly with her legs a bit apart. A side
benefit (strictly from my point of view) was that she was
literally dripping down her legs. 

But then she saw a woman she knew and she ran for cover. The
rapid thigh movement and mental stimulation sent her right over
the top and she had a huge orgasm. I literally had to hold her up
until it passed. We headed for the check-out line. The young girl
at the register kept sniffing the air and licking her lips. I'm
sure that if asked she would have been more then happy to joins
us later. Perhaps another time.

I drove back to her house and Jen asked that we park Dave's car
in the garage. I was only too happy to comply. I was going down
on Jen before the garage door was down. The poor girl was wracked
by orgasms. I took her cotton panties out of my pocket and wiped
off her thighs and cunt   she was soaking wet. Then I fucked her
right in the passenger seat of Dave's car. I used her panties
again to clean her up and then stashed the panties under the
driver's seat. 

When Dave got in his car Monday morning he would be confronted
with a mighty powerful odor   phew!

We had a nice lunch and went out by the pool to cool off. We
talked about the mornings shopping expedition and I asked what
she's bought at the sex toys shop. She just said that I'd have to
be patient and that didn't I get enough of a thrill in the
grocery store anyway? (I had, and then some!)

Jen kept chatting away and then suddenly stopped. "What caused
that?" She was pointing directly at my fresh erection. She hadn't
been talking about sex and I wasn't even looking at her at the
time. I was thinking about her though, I shared my thoughts.

"I was thinking about that day. I was thinking about when I had
you in the pool and I was inside you."

Jen rolled onto her side and looked at me intently. "What about
it?"

"I was just thinking. You and Lynne were prepared for Dave and I
to get frisky with each other's woman. Lynne clearly had Dave all
lined up and ready to go. You had me in the pool with my cock
inside you, and yet you said 'no' when I tried to fuck you. Why?
Were you having second thoughts?"

"Second thoughts? No, not really second thoughts...deeper
thoughts. I was ready for you to fuck me, I mean; I wasn't
actually resisting you, was I? The plan was for whatever did
happen to happen in front of everyone else. If there were
problems later, at least we would all have known what'd
happened."

"So when I suggested we clean off and then went further you
wanted it in front of Lynne and Dave. If we had gone back..."

"No, that's not it. I was OK with fucking in the pool. That was
another thing I wanted to do with Dave, and we have done it many
times since then. I was ready to be fucked..." Jen sat up and
took hold of my hand, "...it's what I wasn't ready for...."

Jen stood and pulled me with her. We walked down the steps of the
pool and entered the cool waters. She walked us right to that
spot and turned around, her back to the wall. She wrapped her
arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

"I'm ready now."

I pushed my cock into her. I paused and flexed it once.

She shook her head, and I guess I looked at her puzzled. She
kissed me softly on the lips"Make love to me."
 
I did. Oh God I did. I made love to her I the pool and then
carried like a newlywed into her bedroom, Dave and her bedroom
and made love again. I told her how much I loved her, it just
poured out.

So there you have it, just when you think it's all over. You
reach the end and find out how really finished you are.

I was a total asshole.

I felt like shit.

I was one fucked up shit.

I had it all figured out. I knew what was what. I knew how this
was supposed to go.

It should've been all out of my system. It should have been
over.

Been there   done that.
Finished. 
Finito. 
Done. 
Complete. 
The End.

I got another beer. Not that the beer was helping me to think
more clearly   far from it. Clear thinking wasn't even in the
same time-space continuum that I was occupying.

I walked back to the bedroom and peered in from the door. She
looked like an angel. Her face was so peaceful, so trouble free.
I realized that I had never seen Jen sleeping before   not even
last night. Too dark. Or this morning, she got up before me. 

God she was beautiful.

And I knew that I loved her more then ever.

Which was not supposed to be part of the plan!

I was supposed to be fucking her deliriously from orgasm to
orgasm. I had big plans to do just that. I had planned on plying
her cunt with dildos and vibrators. I was going to tie her to the
bed and ravish her. I was going to lube up her ass and fuck her
to ecstasy and back again.

But that was then, and this is now. Now...now I just wanted to
hold her, to be with her, to listen to her voice. I just wanted
to love her for the rest of my life.

 It only took four words.

Four words.

Four fucking words. Four!

"...make love to me..."

And we did.

In the pool.

In her bed.

And then again in her bed.

I walked back into her kitchen and gazed across the dark space
towards my house.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..."

"Maybe later, I'm pretty worn out right now lover."

I turned to see Jen framed in the doorway. Her hair was all over
the place and couldn't have looked sexier. The residue of our
affection was flakey dry on her thighs, still sticky in her pubic
hair. I don't think I'd ever seen anything more beautiful. I
turned away from her.

Soft arms encircled me. I felt the twin points of her nipples
press into my back. She kissed me between my shoulder blades.

"Come back to bed."

I didn't have to be asked twice.

We made love a third time in her bad and fell fast asleep.

In the morning she was leaning over her bathroom counter. I slide
in behind her and pressed my cock into her butt.

"No. No more. We have to be at the Riverside Caf in an hour."

"No more? You couldn't get enough last night or this morning.

"Please Jeff. We'll be meeting Lynne and Dave soon."

"Then just say it   say the words. You said them last night. Say
them again. Say them in the light of day."

"Jeff, I'm a married woman. I'm married to Dave. I love Dave."

"Please just...please."

"I'm sorry Jeff. I can't."

I was fucked and I was in love   just not with the right woman.

When we reached the caf Lynne knew as soon as she saw me. Her
mouth was smiling   nothing else was.



I pulled the tape across the top of the box. I looked at the
address and just shook my head.

"How do I look Jeffery?"

Lynne looked great. She was wearing a DKNY suit. The skirt was
short, but then Lynne's legs were incredible. She bussed my cheek
and surveyed the boxes. 

"All packed?"

"Yes and fabulous. I mean, fabulous and yes." 

I felt a tightening in my stomach as I looked at the soon to be
empty house. It had been a hell of a year   and now it was over.
"You know that I wish you the best Lynne. I'm sorry things didn't
work out like we'd planned. I guess I pretty much fucked up four
lives."

"Oh Jeffery   don't do this all by yourself you now. Yeah we had
some lows, but we had some highs too. We had some great times
together, don't ever forget that. I'm really very happy about
moving to California   it'll be exciting out there with all the
Left Coast loonies."

"And Dave is certainly not your fault either. What happened with
him was inevitable; sooner or later he was going to discover the
wonderful world of pussy. Once his eyes were open no zipper could
hold him back. Jen is better off without him. He couldn't have
stayed faithful to her. And it's just not her nature to be a
swinger."

I just nodded my head and heaved a tremendous sigh.

"Give her time. She just needs time. I know that she loves you
very much, you know it too. Right? It's gonna take some time is
all."

I nodded again.

"And I will always love you so very much. Maybe I'll get lucky
out there and find a guy who looks at me the way you look at
Jen." 

A horn honked outside   her taxi was here.

Lynne stood right before me. "This is good-bye." She kissed my on
my left cheek. "This is good luck." She kissed me on my right
cheek. "This is wishing you the best." She kissed my on my lips.

She opened the door and walked through until only her fingers
were visible...then she came back in. She had a really strange
expression on her face.

"I think I deserve a little respect before I go."

I must have looked a little bewildered. She snapped me into
action.

"I SAID RESPECT, JEFFERY. I DESERVE SOME RESPECT HERE   NOW! On
the floor, hands to your sides, feet together. Good boy."

Lynne stood astride my chest. Unrepentant pervert that I was I
could see pretty far up her thighs but not quite far enough to
see what color panties she was wearing   if she was wearing
panties. And then it hit me. This is how it all began. Right here
just like this.

"What's my name bitch?"

I just smiled. I realized that I would always love Lynne and
always be there for her.

"Don't you smile at me you little bitch. What's my name? What's
my fucking name?"

"I don't know. My name is Jennifer..." I nearly knocked Lynne
over as I swept Jen into my arms. Lynne had called her and set
this little scene up.

Lynne gave us both a hug and walked down to the waiting taxi and
her new life in California.

She came back for the wedding.














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