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Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02
by rgjohn (C) Part II

Chapter 1

Sara was excited and very nervous as she wondered around the house
aimlessly, straightening up and moving pillows from one chair to
another. She finished cleaning the already clean living room and sat
down with a glass of wine and tried to relax. Patrick's plane was due
in at 3 P.M. and Brian was at the airport waiting. She had tried all
day to occupy herself but nothing seemed to keep her mind from
slipping back to images of what might happen with Patrick.

Brian, on the other hand, had gone to play golf in the morning and
seemed to be more than comfortable with Patrick coming to stay with
them for two weeks. He didn't seem to have the same reservations about
what this could mean to their relationship. Still, in spite of her
concerns, Sara was looking forward to Patrick's visit with great
excitement. It had been so long since she had seen him.

Her thoughts slipped back to the college years; back to a time when
she was carefree and the worst thing she had to worry about was the
upcoming chemistry test. In those days, while Brian was special to
her, she had resisted his desire for her to date him exclusively. She
was having too much fun playing the field to be tied down to one guy.
Still, while she dated a number of guys, she wasn't a total slut and
was very selective about who she slept with. Sure she had a few one
night stands, but every girl that she knew did that occasionally,
especially when they had a little too much to drink. Before she
settled on Brian though, Patrick was the only other guy that she dated
more than a few times. He was handsome, charming and nearly
irresistible. However, they had never actually gone all the way. There
were several times where they had petted heavily and had given each
other pleasure with their hands. To this day, Sara didn't know why she
hadn't slept with either of them. It was most likely because she liked
them both so much and couldn't bear to hurt either one.

The ringing phone startled Sara from her deep thoughts. It was Brian
telling her that they were on their way home. When Sara hung up, she
sat back again and took a big drink of her wine. Her hand was
trembling. Settle down, she told herself... Brian said it would be
okay. He seemed to be so calm about all of this. But for many reasons
she couldn't take this step casually. Just a few short months ago she
would have laughed at anyone that said she would ever sleep with
another man besides her husband. Yet, if everything worked out, that's
exactly what she was going to do.

As Sara thought about what she had done sexually in the last several
months and what she was about to do, she felt excitement building
again. The half bottle of wine she had already consumed had something
to do with it. Wine always made her especially amorous. Then,
suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, her thoughts drifted to Terry.
A little chill went though her. He had called yesterday and wanted to
go out, reminding her of the fun they had had the last time. She had
put him off gently, telling him they would get together again soon.
While Brian said it was okay to go out with him again and even
encouraged her, she wanted to focus on Patrick right now.

Suddenly Sara's face flushed. Here she was thinking of sex with two
men, neither of them her husband. Brian called her his "sweet little
slut." Maybe she was a slut she thought... sweet or otherwise.

Brian and Patrick laughed and joked as they drove away from the
airport and entered the expressway. It was as if time had stood still;
they talked about their college days, the girls and the wild parties.
It seemed liked yesterday but also like a thousand years ago. They
both knew that things were very different today. Both of them had
married and gone their separate ways after college. Then, six months
ago, almost to the day, tragedy had struck Patrick when his wife had
died in an auto accident... in a car that he was driving. While the
physical scars had healed for Patrick, the mental one probably never
would.

"So how are you doing now Patrick?" Brian asked, changing the tone of
the conversation to more serious matters.

"Okay I guess," Patrick answered with a touch of sadness in his voice.
Then he turned and gazed out the window and his eyes began to tear. He
wasn't doing well at all. The tragedy had struck him very hard and
while he desperately wanted to move on, it was almost impossible.
Everywhere he looked in the house he was reminded of his life before
that day. Now he was hoping that this vacation would give him a little
reprieve from his grief. It was going to be great to be with good
friends. Brian was like a brother to him and Sara... well, he was
looking forward to seeing Sara again. After all these years and the
shock of recent events, he could still feel excitement at the thought
of her. However, he could also feel the sting of her rejection of him.
In truth, he had been madly in love with Sara. However, he had never
let her know or let it spoil his relationship with Brian. Brian had
won her and he and Sara seemed very happy now.

"Sara is so excited about your visit," Brian said, interrupting
Patrick's thoughts in order to change the subject to a more pleasant
topic.

"Really?"

"Yes! I can't believe it myself, but she always had a thing for you,"
Brian laughed. Then he added, "Truthfully... I think she still does."

Patrick chose to ignore the last comment and said, "Yeah, but she
chose you." Suddenly he wanted to take the words back. It sounded too
much like he was a sore loser.

"I know it was a tough decision for her," Brian said seriously. "I
only beat you out by the skin of my teeth."

"I always wondered what she saw in you," Patrick returned with a
laugh, his mood suddenly improving at the thought of Sara.

"Maybe I have a bigger dick!"

"Yeah, right! In your dreams," Patrick shot back. He paused for a
moment and then said, "You know Patrick, I've always wondered
something." He paused again, suddenly very nervous. He knew that he
needed to be careful about his next comment.

"What?"

"Did... did you two guys... ever... ever sleep together." Brian knew
the answer to that question already, or at least he thought he did,
since Sara had said she hadn't.

"Hey man, I can't answer that question... she's your wife."

"You did! You slept with her!" Brian exclaimed.

"No I didn't," Patrick returned quickly. "We never had sex." That
wasn't exactly the truth. He added, "Well... we never slept together
anyway." Before he thought though, he said, "Not that I didn't want
to." He could feel a sudden twinge of excitement.

"I asked her but she would never tell me," Brian lied. "However,
sometimes I think she sees you when we make love."

Patrick was stunned and he didn't say anything; he didn't know how to
respond to that statement.

Brian sensed how uncomfortable Patrick was at that point and added,
"Listen man, I'm not the jealous type. What happened between you two
is between you two. The truth is that if I had to chose any guy in
this world to be with my wife it would be you."

The car became very quite after that. Brian felt like he had said
enough and Patrick still didn't know what to say.

Sara hurried outside when she saw Brian's car turn into the driveway.
She stood on the steps as the car pulled up and Patrick and Brian got
out.

Patrick looked the same as she remembered. He was about the same
height as Brian but with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He always
kept himself in great shape and had the broad shoulders and trim hips
to prove it.

Sara rushed down the steps and ran toward Patrick. His face broke into
a broad smile, his teeth shinning. Sara almost bowled him over as she
jumped into his arms screaming "Patrick!"

Patrick picked Sara up and swung her around in excitement. "God I've
missed you!" he said. Then he let her feet touch the ground again and
said, "Let me look at you." He held her at arm's length and ran his
eyes up and down her body. She was wearing a pink tank top with a pair
of white shorts. The tank top was a bit too small and made her breasts
look even larger. The shorts were made of a stretch material and
emphasized every curve of her lower body. "My goodness, you look good
enough to eat."

Sara blushed at his words but a chill went through her.

When Patrick realized what he had said he blushed as well. He hugged
her to him again, feeling her soft breasts on his chest. It brought on
a stirring in his groin.

"Come on in Patrick, Sara can show you to your room and I'll get you
something to drink." Brian led the way, carrying his suitcase. Then he
gave the luggage to Patrick and went to the kitchen. Sara directed
Patrick to his room.

They had decided to let Patrick have the spare bedroom on the first
floor. It would give him some privacy.

When they reached the room, Sara stepped inside with Patrick. He
placed his suitcase on the bed and turned to her. His face broke into
another smile as he looked at the pretty woman. "Wow, you haven't
changed a bit."

"Sure I have... we all have. A few pounds here and there and
everything gets too tight." Sara really hadn't gained a pound since
college. The only reason that her clothes were too tight was that she
had chosen to wear them one size too small today.

"Well, you look great." Patrick walked back over to Sara and placed
his hands on her hips. Her eyes suddenly hypnotized him. The room fell
silent except for their rapid heartbeats. Sara moved closer. Patrick's
arms went around her and he pulled her tight to his chest. Suddenly
their lips were pressed together and Sara's tongue was in his mouth.
He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest and her warm groin
against his. When he began to harden, he pushed Sara away. "Uh...
uh... I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Sara said as she stepped closer and pressed
her body to him again. "It's been a long time. I've missed you." She
could feel his stiff shaft pulse and a shiver went through her.

"Me too," Patrick said but moved back, feeling guilty for kissing his
best friend's wife. He quickly turned back to the suitcase and began
to unpack his clothes.

"You can unpack later. Let's go out and have a beer." Sara grabbed his
hand and led him out of the room.

They went back into the living room where Brian was waiting. Soon they
were sitting, telling stories and laughing. Before they knew it, they
had all consumed too much and it after midnight.

"Well, I guess you're pretty tired Patrick. Sara can get you some bed
sheets and towels. I think I'm going to turn in." With that Brian
shook Patrick's hand and said he would see him tomorrow.

Sara helped Patrick put sheets on the bed. As she bent over she could
feel the short shorts pull up and knew that she was exposing the lower
swells of her ass cheeks. A chill raced through her when she turned
around quickly and saw Patrick's eyes. She smiled at him and showed
him where towels were in the bathroom. Her eyes went to the crotch of
his pants and she could see that her teasing was working. When the bed
was made and Patrick was settled in, she said goodnight and they
kissed quickly. Then she went upstairs to take a shower.

Brian was already asleep when she came out of the shower. She put on a
pair of panties, wrapped a towel around her head, slipped on a white
terry cloth robe, and then went down to check on Patrick.

When she reached his room, she saw that his door was slightly ajar and
that the light was still on. She started to knock but then decided to
just peek inside. Pushing the door open slightly she looked inside.
She stifled a gasp and pulled her head back quickly, placing her hand
over her mouth. Patrick was lying on his bed naked with his eyes
closed and his hand wrapped around his very stiff penis, masturbating.
At first Sara thought she would just leave. Then she realized that it
was an exciting opportunity. She tapped lightly on the door and heard
rustling in the room and then she heard Patrick quickly say, "Just a
minute." She almost giggled at the sound of panic in his voice.

She waited several seconds and pushed the door open and peeked inside.
"Am I disturbing you?"

"Uh... uh... no... uh, come in," Patrick answered, obviously
flustered. He had been very close to a climax when Sara knocked and
had just gotten the sheet over his lower half when she stepped in.

As Sara walked over to the bed, she glanced at Patrick's groin. The
sheet was covering his nakedness now but the tent of his penis was
clearly visible underneath. Sara pretended not to notice but a look of
panic was still on Patrick's face. She sat down on the bed next to
Patrick, her own heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes were drawn to
the tent in the sheet again and she felt her panties getting very wet.

Patrick saw Sara's eyes and looked like a kid caught with his hand in
the cookie jar. "Uh... Sara... uh, I'm sorry..." There was no way he
could deny what he had been doing.

"No need to apologize Patrick. I shouldn't have barged in on you,"
Sara said and gently placed her hand on his thigh. Suddenly she could
feel the heat coming through the cotton sheet. "It's been a long time
huh?" Her eyes glanced boldly at the throbbing tent. Her heart
fluttered when she saw it throb as a dark spot formed where the tip of
his penis touched the white sheet.

"Yes," Patrick said sheepishly.

"Well, I just stopped down to make sure you had everything you needed.
I guess I'll let you get back to business." A knowing smile formed on
her face and she leaned forward as if to kiss Patrick's cheek.
Instead, their lips came together again. At the same time, her robe
opened and a breast fell out, landing heavily on Patrick's bare chest.

Patrick moaned as Sara's tongue entered his mouth and her hand
squeezed his thigh. He could feel her hard nipple burning his flesh.

Sara pulled back and looked down at her naked breast. 

Patrick's eyes opened wide as he stared at her exposed breasts. The
soft white orb and pink areola almost hypnotized him. He swallowed
hard and looked up at Sara's smiling face.

She giggled and said, "Oops!" Then she calmly lifted the large orb and
placed it casually back inside her robe. A tremble of excitement when
through her and she could feel her juice soaking through her panties.
"Goodnight," she whispered and got up and started to walk out of the
room when suddenly a very naughty thought occurred to her. She stopped
and turned around. Then, as she stared at Patrick lying frozen on the
bed, she reached under her robe and pulled her panties down. "Here,"
she said as she flipped the wet material to him, "This should help."
With one last smile she left the room.

Patrick lay on the bed in stunned silence. He couldn't believe what
had just happened. If he didn't have Sara's panties in his hand he
would have thought it was a dream. Almost out of reflex he raised the
panties to his nose and breathed in. His penis lurched under the sheet
as her musk assailed his nostrils. He slipped the hand holding the
panties under the sheet and wrapped the wet crotch around his penis.
It only took a couple of strokes before he was adding his sperm to the
already wet crotch.

Chapter 2

Sara was humming to herself as she walked downstairs the following
morning. She still had on her bathrobe but without panties. Last night
had been somewhat of a turning point for her. Seeing Patrick again had
brought back so many long, lost feelings. While she loved Brian with
all her heart, there was a special place for Patrick. She was rapidly
getting comfortable with the fact that Patrick was going to be the
first man besides her husband to have her-mind, body, and soul-since
she had married. It was an incredibly exciting and liberating thought.
And, as long as Brian was encouraging her, she would be a fool not to
enjoy it.

As she had done last night, when she reached Patrick's door, she eased
it open and peeked in. And, just like last night she gasped at what
she saw. This time Patrick was asleep. Sometime during the night he
had kicked the sheet off and was now lying totally naked. Also like
last night he had an erection. She recognized morning erections-Brian
had them all the time. This one seemed to be much more exciting to
Sara because it didn't belong to her husband.

Sara tiptoed into the room and stood over his bed. Her heart was
pounding in her chest as she stared down at his hard penis. When they
had dated, she had held it in her hand a few times and jerked him off
but she had never really seen it. Now that she had an unobstructed
view, she found it quite beautiful. It was about as long as Brian's
but much thicker. The head was shaped like a small apple and was a
light shade of purple. The veins in the shaft bulged as the blood
rushed through them forcing the head to pulse with life. Sara had to
suppress the urge to touch it. A tremor of excitement went through her
as she imagined the large head sliding between the lips of her vagina.
Suddenly she looked down at her feet as her toe touched something wet.
A gasp escaped her lips when she saw her panties lying on the floor;
the crotch was obviously soaked with Patrick's sperm. Her hand was
trembling as she reached down and picked them up. It appeared that he
had cum in them recently. The material was still warm and she could
smell the unmistakable smell of fresh sperm.

Suddenly, Patrick stirred on the bed and Sara began to panic. Instead
of dropping the panties, she quickly stepped into them and pulled them
up her thighs. When the wet crotch touched her already swollen vagina,
she almost swooned in pleasure. As she pulled the panties tight, the
gusset covered her hairless sex lips, smearing the warm sperm across
the smooth skin. Her legs began to tremble so much that she had to sit
down on the bed.

"Uh... Sara... what... uh..." Patrick stuttered as he rubbed his sleep
filled eyes.

"Sorry Patrick, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted some breakfast.
I didn't mean to wake you," Sara said, trying to keep the excitement
from her voice. She squeezed her thighs together and felt Patrick's
juice squishing between her lips.

Patrick sat up in bed and suddenly realized that he was entirely naked
and that he had a raging hard-on. "Oh God," he moaned and grabbed a
sheet and pulled it across his middle.

"It's all right Patrick... I've seen those before," Sara laughed.
"Brian says all the guys call them 'piss hardons'. He has them
practically every morning." She patted his leg affectionately and
said, "Why don't you get dressed and I'll fix us breakfast." Then she
got up and walked slowly toward the door, very conscious of the
wetness between her legs. She could feel Patrick's stunned eyes on her
but she didn't look back. She wondered what he would think when he
couldn't find her panties.

Brian was sitting at the table in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and
the paper when Sara entered. He looked up and smiled. "Is Patrick up
yet?"

"Yes, he's up," she said, the double meaning lost on Brian.
"Unfortunately I woke him." She walked over and sat on Brian's lap.
Then she bent and kissed him with undeniable passion.

Brian could feel the heat of her body. He pulled away and said, "Wow,
what got into you?"

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I was naughty this
morning."

Suddenly, Brian was all ears. "What'd you do?" he asked excitedly.

"Well, I left my panties with Patrick last night and he masturbated
into them... twice I think."

"What?" You left your panties with him?"

"Yep and he jerked off into them."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I have them on now and they are soaked with his sperm."

For a second Brian was stunned. Then he gasped, "Oh my God Sara." He
pushed Sara from his lap and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the
stairs.

"Brian, Patrick will be out for breakfast in a minute," she protested.


Brian wasn't listening. He pulled her up the stairs and into their
bedroom. As soon as the door was closed they were kissing
passionately. Brian hastily pulled her robe from her shoulders and
dropped it to the floor, leaving her in just the wet panties. Then he
dragged her to the bed and pushed her onto her back. As Sara watched
with an amused smile, Brian frenziedly stripped off his cloths. A
second later he was lying on her, his naked chest pressed to her
breasts and his tongue in her mouth.

Sara was already excited, but as Brian's hand worked toward her crotch
she began to gasp for breath. She spread her legs wide as his fingers
touched the wet panties.

With his middle finger Brian pushed the panties into the crease and
moved it up and down.

Sara began to groan as she felt him lift the crotch with a finger. A
moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped into her wet hole.

"Oh Jesus Brian... fuck me!"

Brian didn't have to be told twice. He slipped her panties off
quickly. But, before he threw them to the floor he glanced at the
crotch and saw that it was soaked with cum and Sara's own juice. A
second later he was aiming his throbbing penis at her more than ready
hole.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sara moaned as his penis slipped inside her. She lifted
her legs and wrapped them around his waist and pushed her hips up at
him. "Yes... yes... yes... fuck me."

Soon, Brian was slamming into his excited wife. The room echoed with
their combined moans and the sloppy sound of their coupling. It didn't
take long for Brian to reach his peak. "Oh God sweetie, I'm going to
cum."

"Yes, cum in meeeee!!!" Sara hissed as her own climax took over. Her
body trembled and convulsed with pleasure as her husband filled her
with his seed. Each pulse of juice brought on a convulsion inside
Sara. She could feel her hole filling until it overflowed with juice
and trickled down her ass cheeks. Just as her climax began to wane she
imagined what it would feel like to have two men's sperm swimming
inside her. A moan escaped her lips as another climax rushed over her.

Brian collapsed exhausted onto his still climaxing wife. Their
coupling had been quick but intense.

When they had recovered, Sara stood up and looked for the panties.
With a lustful smile she retrieved them and pulled them back up her
thighs.

Brian looked at her with surprise.

"Well, I need something to keep your and Patrick's cum from running
down my legs don't I?" Her face lit up with a big smile.

Brian was astounded at his wife's transformation. Up until that day
she had always rushed to take a shower and wash his sperm out of her
immediately after sex. Now she was going to walk around with her
panties filled with two men's cum. Brian shook his head in amazement
and smiled back at her. "My sweet slut," he whispered and held his
arms open to her.

Chapter 3

Brian took Patrick to play golf after breakfast and Sara went
shopping. They were going to meet back home that afternoon to have a
cookout and enjoy lounging at the pool.

The guys made it home before Sara and put on their bathing suits and
went out to the pool. They were on their third beer when Sara stepped
out of the house.

Brian stopped speaking in mid-sentence when he saw his wife. 

As Sara walked over to the two men, she swayed her hips more than
usual. It might have been because she wasn't used to wearing
high-heeled sandals. Her heels clicked and her firm breasts bounced
seductively with each step on the warm concrete. Her outward boldness
belied her inner turmoil. It had taken all her nerve to put on the new
suit and walk out of the house. Her knees were ready to buckle as she
stopped in front of the two wide-eyed men. "Do you like it?" she asked
and spun around in front of them. She had on a one-piece swimsuit that
couldn't have contained as much material as a two-piece bikini. It was
canary yellow and made of some type of elastic cotton. The cloth at
the crotch barely covered her groin and was tight enough to leave an
indentation between the lips. There were two tiny, inch wide, strips
of material forming a V running up on either side of her belly button.
The material stretched slightly wider as it crossed her breasts,
barely covering her nipples and leaving the inside and outsides of her
breasts bare. Her hard nipples were clearly outlined under the thin
material. Above her breasts the material continued over her shoulders
and down her back to meet again at the divide of her buttocks. Then
the material came back together and disappeared between the cheeks to
form one piece again between her legs.

Patrick took a big gulp of his beer as Brian struggled for words. 

"Uh... uh... Sara... uh... God!"

Sara pouted her mouth and said, "You don't like it!"

"No!" both men said as the same time. 

"It's... it's amazing," Brian finally said.

"Uh... I'm getting a little hot," Patrick said. He jumped up and ran
over to the pool and dove headfirst into the water.

Sara smiled as she watched Patrick run to hide his excitement. Then
she turned and sat on her husband's lap. "Mmmm... I think you do like
the suit," she whispered as she squirmed her naked buttocks into his
crotch and felt his swelling penis.

"God Sara... where did you get that?" Brian's eyes were drawn to his
wife's almost naked breasts.

"I found it in a little shop downtown." She turned and looked at
Patrick who was swimming laps. "I think it had the desired effect on
Patrick too."

"You're amazing," Brian said with a smile and shook his head.

"I think I'm learning how this seduction stuff works," she whispered
with a naughty smile and a giggle. She kept her voice low and said,
"Why don't you go inside and get the burgers ready and start the
grill. I'll entertain Patrick while you're gone."

It was Brian's turn to smile. His penis was now throbbing under Sara's
still squirming buttocks. "All right, but don't fuck him on the diving
board."

"I'm not promising anything."

Sara let Brian get up and then glanced down at the tent in his
swimming trunks. A sudden thrill of pride went through her. It was
quite flattering that she had two men with raging erections just
because she put on a revealing bathing suit. Her confidence at her
seductive ability was growing by the minute.

"Mind if I join you?" Sara said as she pulled an inflated floating
chair over to the side of the pool.

Patrick had swum twenty laps and was catching his breath when he saw
Sara pulling the chair over so that she could get onto it. "Sure," he
said breathlessly, wiping water from his face. He looked up and
squinted into the bright sun. Sara was squatting, holding the raft,
her body blocking the sun now. He could plainly see her smiling face.
When his eyes dropped lower, he had to suppress a gasp. Her breasts
might as well have been bare for all the good the tiny slips of
material did to cover them. Her legs were spread and in her squatting
position, the material at the crotch had pulled entirely between her
lips. In fact, the smooth outer lips on either side of her vagina were
half exposed.

Suddenly it was too much for Patrick again and he quickly moved
backward and began to swim the backstroke away from Sara. He closed
his eyes in an attempt to get the image of her almost naked body from
his lust filled mind.

When Sara was situated on the raft, she paddled over to Patrick, now
standing at the shallow end of the pool. "I forgot my beer. Would you
be a sweetie and get it for me?" Sara didn't care about the beer; she
wanted to see Patrick get out of the pool.

"Uh... uh... sure," Patrick said, reluctantly. He took a deep breath
and climbed out of the pool.

Sara's watched Patrick, admiring his sexy butt and legs. She could see
that he had obviously kept himself in great shape. The water made the
fabric of his tan suit almost transparent as it clung to his strong
buttocks. It molded them like a second skin. A chill of excitement ran
though her as she stared boldly at him. She watched as he bent over
and quickly pulled two beers from the cooler and turned to come back
to the pool. A smile crossed Sara's lips as she watched him try to
hide his obvious erection with the cans of beer.

"Thank you," Sara said as she took the offered can. Her eyes were
fixed on the tented swimsuit. "I see that you have a little problem
again. Or, didn't it go down from this morning?" Sara laughed
heartily.

"Sara, please," Patrick whispered and blushed. His words sounded
almost like a whine.

"I'm sorry," she said, but it didn't sound much like an apology. "Sit
down and talk to me."

Instead Patrick slid into the water beside the floating raft.

Sara pulled the raft over until she had Patrick blocked between the
side of the pool and her. "It's so good to have you here Patrick. It's
been a long time."

"I'm glad Brian called. I really needed a break."

"I'm sure it's been tough," Sara said sympathetically. "Have you
started to date?" Sara already knew that the answer was no.

"No. A lot of my friends have tried to set me up but I... I'm just not
ready."

"I understand. I always got the impression that you and Sally had a
good thing going."

"We did. We were very much in love," Patrick said and his face showed
his pain.

"I understand how you feel. I don't know what I'd do without Brian,"
Sara said seriously. "He is truly my soul mate... for life."

Patrick looked a little surprised at that comment. He remembered the
passionate kisses last night and this morning.

Sara knew what he was thinking. "Brian and I are... are very
compatible. You see, he's not the jealous type," Sara said. Her hand,
which hand been on the side of the air mattress, moved an inch to
touch Patrick's bare stomach.

Patrick's eyes opened wide, not only because of the touch of her hand
but also because of her statement that Brian was not the "jealous
type". Those were the same words that Brian had used when they had
talked on the drive from the airport. He looked down in disbelief at
Sara's hand as it began to gently caress his stomach.

"This bathing suit is a little too small for me I'm afraid," Sara said
as she turned slightly toward Patrick and raised her knee. "It cutting
into me at a very delicate place." With that she boldly reached down
and pulled the crotch piece from between her lips, totally exposing
her bald vagina.

"Sara!" Patrick gasped and swallowed hard. He stood frozen as his eyes
stared at her exposed sex.

Sara took that opportunity to insinuate her hand into the waistband of
his trunks. Quickly, before he could protest, her hand plunged
underneath and grasped his still hard penis.

"My God Sara... Brian," Patrick gasped as he looked toward the house.

"Don't worry, Brian won't bother us." She could feel his warm penis
pulse in her hand. She squeezed it once and then began to move her
hand up and down. "I've dreamed about you... and this," she said and
squeezed him for emphasis. Her other hand moved down to her exposed
lips.

Patrick watched without moving. His eyes were as big around as
saucers.

Sara's fingers reached her sex and she began to tickle her now wet
lips. "I have often regretted that I didn't let you have me when we
were dating."

"Sara this is crazy," Patrick almost hissed, ignoring her statement,
but doing nothing to stop her moving hand.

"Just relax," she whispered, "I know it's been a long time for you."
Sara began to move her hand more rapidly under the water.

"Ohhhh!!!" Patrick moaned as his excitement grew rapidly. He glanced
at the house and then back at Sara. He saw that her face showed
excitement and concentration as one hand worked on him and other on
her.

"I'm getting so wet," she whispered and spread her lips with two
fingers as if to prove it.

"Oh God," Patrick moaned when he saw her wet and swollen inner lips
exposed in the bright sunlight. His hips began to move with her hand,
rustling the water and making waves.

Sara smiled and moved her hand up to the swollen head of Patrick's
penis. She gently caressed the smooth surface, using the water as a
lubricant. Then she wrapped her hand around the shaft again and pumped
him.

"Sara... Sara... I... I'm going to..."

"It's okay. Cum for me," she whispered and moved her hand faster. "Cum
for me Patrick!" It sounded like a command.

Suddenly Patrick's body stiffened. His eyes closed and his head
dropped to his chest. A little whimper came from his closed lips and
he trembled.

Sara felt the shaft pulse and suddenly her hand was surrounded by a
sticky warmth. She smiled and pumped his shaft, forcing his sperm from
the head and across her fingers. Some of the sperm floated away but
much of it clung to her hand.

Suddenly, the slider opened and Brian walked out with a tray of
hamburgers.

In panic, Patrick slid down the wall of the pool and under the water. 

Sara watched him disappear and casually straightened her swimsuit. As
Brian walked by, she held up her beer like she was proposing a toast.

Brain looked down and saw Patrick swimming underwater away from them.
Then he looked at his wife and wondered why she was holding her beer
up. He thought that she might need another beer. Suddenly, his eyes
opened wide and he almost dropped the tray. It was unmistakable;
Sara's fingers were covered in something white and sticky. It was
trickling across her fingers and onto the can.

Sara smiled and brought the side of the can to her mouth. She stuck
out her tongue and lapped upward, taking Patrick's cum onto her tongue
and then into her mouth.

Brian closed his eyes in fear that he was going to cum in his own
shorts as the tray of raw hamburger trembled in his hand.

Sara swallowed and then giggled. Then she lay back on the mattress,
closing her eyes and sighing. Suddenly she felt very powerful... and
incredibly naughty.

Chapter 4

The rest of the afternoon and evening, Patrick was very quiet around
Sara. She wasn't sure if it was because he was embarrassed about the
incident at the pool or if he was lapsing back into depression. While
she was concerned about his change in mood, she didn't regret what had
happened. She knew that she and Brian would have the better part of
two weeks to bring him around.

That evening she tried to give Brian the details of what had happened
at the pool. However, before she finished the story Brian threw her on
the bed and practically "fucked" her brains out. Once the passions had
cooled they talked long into the night, hatching a plan to insure that
Patrick would become a willing partner.

The following day, Brian and Patrick went to play golf again. Later
the three of them went out to dinner and then back to the house to
watch the first Monday night football game of the year. Both Brian and
Patrick were avid football fans and had played together in college,
although they were both second stringers and spent more time on the
bench than on the field.

When they got home from dinner, Patrick and Brian changed into their
favorite football watching clothes; cut-off college jerseys and gray
cotton practice shorts.

Sara prepared some snacks. When she came out of the kitchen, Brian and
Patrick were tossing around a football in the living room. She stopped
and placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head. "You 'boys' are
going to break something," she said in admonishment but she had a
smile on her face.

Brian and Patrick stopped tossing the football and looked sheepishly
at Sara. "I'm going to get comfortable," she said, still shaking her
head as she went upstairs. She wasn't a great football fan but she
always got pleasure in seeing Brian's enthusiasm.

The football was back in the air as soon as she was out of sight.

The game was already in progress when Sara came down to the clubroom.
She stopped in the doorway at the foot of the stairs and took a deep
breath. A tremble of excitement ran through her as she walked into the
room.

Brian was sitting on the sofa at one end and Patrick at the other. The
only light was from the large screen TV. Brian continued to watch the
game but Patrick turned to Sara. He tried to hide his surprise but his
facial expression gave him away.

Sara had on a purple camisole top that was made of a gauzy material.
It was see through with the exception of two strategically placed
stars, centered over the nipples of her otherwise bare breasts. Below,
she had on a matching pair of pleated harem pants that hung sensually
down her legs and were tied at the ankles. The material of her pants
was as see through as the top, but the pleats made it difficult to
tell if it could really be seen through.

Sara could feel Patrick's eyes on her as she squeezed past his knees
and took a seat between the two of them, closer to Patrick. "What's
the score?" she asked.

"No score yet," Brian said without looking at Sara. "Ahhh... that's a
ridiculous call," Brian practically screamed as a penalty flag was
thrown on the field. Brian's enthusiasm wasn't entirely for the game
however. He was only half interested in what was happening on the TV.
He was just as interested in what was happening next to him. However,
his job was to act oblivious and pretend to focus on the game.

"I'm not sure what you guys see in this football stuff," Sara said.

"I thought you liked football?" Patrick asked.

Sara leaned forward and picked up a beer from the coffee table. When
she did she felt her breasts swinging freely under her thin top. The
patch of material at her nipples grazed her already hard nipples. She
was pretty sure that Patrick had a good view as he had to look past
her to see the television.

Patrick didn't miss it. His eyes opened wide at the sight of her naked
breasts silhouetted by the light of the television.

Sara lingered longer than necessary in front of Patrick before sitting
back. Then she turned to him and said with a smile, "I like football
player's butts. Isn't the quarterback for Miami a cute one?"

"I have no idea," Patrick responded. In spite of his desire not to
look, he couldn't help staring at her breasts.

Sara smiled and lifted her chest as she turned back to the television.

They all settled back to watch the game. As the game progressed, Sara
inched closer and closer to Patrick until her thigh was touching his.
She took every opportunity to lean forward in front of him, insuring
that the light from the television continued to illuminate her almost
naked breasts. Occasionally her eyes would glance down to Patrick's
crotch. Because of the low room light she couldn't be sure but it
appeared that her actions were having the desired effect; there
appeared to be a bulge in the leg of his shorts.

"Did you turn the air conditioner down again?" Sara asked Brian.

"Yeah, it was warm in here." 

"You must have ice water for blood," she said and got up and retrieved
an afghan from the back of a chair. When she sat back down she drew
the cover over her legs and carelessly flipped the end over Patrick's
lap. A smile crossed her lips when he didn't move it. She figured he
was happy to have something to cover the bulge in his shorts.

Sara waited a few minutes before she did anything. She took a deep
breath and held it. Then she slowly moved her hand under the afghan
until her knuckles were just touching Patrick's bare leg. She felt him
move away. A second later her hand followed until she was touching him
again. When she knew that he couldn't move any further, she boldly
lifted her hand and placed it on his thigh.

Patrick stared at the TV, his eyes unblinking. 

Sara's heart was pounding in her chest as her hand began to move on
his leg. She gently caressed his thigh, slowly moving higher as her
fingers played with the soft hair. She stopped momentarily when her
fingertips reached his shorts. When Patrick made no move to stop her,
she moved higher. She felt Patrick tense as her fingers went under the
opening of his shorts; she knew that she was close to his penis; she
could actually feel the heat. Her hand trembled as she moved it
closer. She felt a tiny bit of sticky wetness. She made circles with
her fingers, smearing the juice around his soft inner thigh. She moved
another fraction of an inch and she felt the tip of his penis with her
little finger. Her heart almost stopped and she paused, waiting for a
negative reaction. When he made no move to stop her she continued. One
by one, her other fingers joined the little one until she had the
swollen head in her hand. Suddenly the two of them sat frozen, their
hearts pounding with excitement.

Brian was dying with curiosity. He knew something was going on but was
afraid to look. Out of the corner of his eye he could see both Sara
and Patrick staring straight ahead.

Sara stopped a moan in her throat as she felt Patrick's penis pulse in
her hand and squirt sticky pre-cum. Growing bolder by the second, she
moved her hand until her fingers circled the shaft. She squeezed it
and moved her hand almost imperceptibly.

Patrick sucked in his breath and his hips lifted slightly as he
squeezed his buttocks, forcing his lower half to tense. His head was
spinning with excitement.

"Half time," Brian announced suddenly and stood up.

Sara and Patrick jumped. However, Sara didn't relinquish her hold on
Patrick.

Brian walked around the back of the sofa and said, "I'll get us
another beer."

Sara could almost feel him staring over their shoulders. She knew that
he couldn't miss the bulge in the afghan where her hand was holding
Patrick's erection.

Even after Brian was gone, Sara and Patrick continued to look straight
ahead. There was a smile on Sara's face and a look of shock on
Patrick's.

Sara began to move her hand up and down now. She took deep breaths to
calm herself as she felt the long shaft sliding in her hand.

A second later Brian came back downstairs. "Sorry guys," he said,
standing in the door, a safe distance away, "We're out of beer. I
thought there was some in the refrigerator in the garage. I'll run out
and get some more."

Patrick turned and looked at Brian. "Uh... uh do you want me to go
with you?" he offered half-heartedly. While he would have welcomed the
chance to get away from Sara, he knew that his hard penis would be
obvious if he stood up. He also suspected that there was a large wet
spot on the front of his shorts.

"No, I won't be long." Brian didn't wait for an answer and hurried
back upstairs. He didn't go to the store because there was plenty of
beer in the garage refrigerator already. Instead he slipped outside
and around to the back of the house. There was a small window under
the deck that would give him a view into the clubroom. The window sat
high on the wall in the basement and was only about 12 inches square.
However, it was big enough to see almost the entire basement.

With the sound of the front door closing, Patrick reached down and
grabbed Sara's hand and stopped her movement. "Sara, this is... I...
appreciate... uh... but," he stuttered. He had no idea what he was
going to say.

Sara quickly moved forward and brought her lips to his and pressed her
chest to him. Her hand remained on his penis.

Patrick moaned helplessly and let her kiss him, opening his mouth for
her searching tongue. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest as
her hand began to move again.

Sara pulled back and said breathlessly, "Let me see it. Let me see
your big cock." With that she threw the afghan from their laps. Then
she reached down and pushed his shorts up, freeing his throbbing
erection. "Oh God," she groaned. It was larger than she had imagined.
The head was swollen purple and pulsing and there was a steady stream
of clear juice running from the slit. She held it up to the flickering
TV light and pumped her hand several times, bringing another moan from
Patrick and causing more juice to stream from the head. Then, before
Patrick could protest she dropped her head and took the drooling tip
into her mouth.

"Saraaaa!" Patrick gasped and his hand went to her head as if to stop
her. However, the pleasure was such that he couldn't find the strength
to pull her head away. Instead, his fingers went into her soft hair
and he followed her head up and down.

Outside the house, Brian was going mad. He had a pretty good view of
the back of Sara's head as she sucked Patrick. Unfortunately, the
window was dirty so he couldn't see as clearly as he wanted. Still, it
was far more exciting then he could have ever imagined. He suppressed
the impulse to take his penis out.

Sara could feel her juices pouring from her excited vagina and
suddenly realized that she was going to soak the couch. She pulled her
mouth reluctantly away and stood up. Her knees almost buckled as she
swayed in front of the surprised man. "Do you like my jammies?" she
asked cutely.

"Uh... they're... uh... very nice," Patrick answered with a shocked
expression.

"They are very naughty though. Look!" With that she turned around and
bent forward slightly. Then she reached back and pulled open the
material covering her buttocks.

"Oh my God," Patrick gasped helplessly as he stared at Sara's sexy
butt. The silky material of her harem pants surrounded her cheeks like
a picture frame. The white of her blemish free skin contrasted sexily
with the gauzy material of the purple pants.

Sara smiled over her shoulder at Patrick. Then she straightened up and
turned around to face him. "It's doesn't just open in the back," she
said and spread the material in front to expose her smoothly shaven
sex lips. She could feel the juice literally dripping from her swollen
lips.

"Oh Jesus," Patrick moaned as he stared at her swollen sex. He was
having a difficult time catching his breath. His penis throbbed and he
thought he was about to climax. He leaned his head back on the sofa
and closed his eyes.

Suddenly they heard the front door open and close. Damn, Sara thought,
why couldn't he stay out there just a little longer? Sara sat back
down quickly and pulled the cover over their laps again. Her hand went
back to Patrick penis as she leaned over and whispered, "I want to
jerk you off. But you're going to have to wait until the end of the
game. I want you to cum exactly when the game ends." With that she sat
back smiling, her hand slowly massaging Patrick's throbbing penis once
again.

Patrick trembled and groaned in frustration. 

By the time Brian came back down carrying a six-pack of beer, it was
almost the end of the third quarter. He opened three of them and sat
them on the coffee table.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked as he took his position on the sofa
again.

"Uh... uh... no... nothing," Patrick stuttered.

Brian looked at the score and saw that Miami had scored twice. "What
do you mean nothing? Miami scored twice! What happened?"

"Uh... I must have missed it. Sara and I... were... uh talking."

"A fine friend you are," Brian said in mock anger. He sat back to
watch the game.

For the rest of the game Sara kept Patrick on the verge of climaxing.
She would slowly stroke him until she felt him start to squirm, but
she would back off whenever she felt him getting close. Occasionally
she would wrap her palm around the head of his penis and twist it
slowly until she could feel him trembling. Then she would use his
copious juices to make the shaft slick and run her hand up and down
several times rapidly before stopping.

It was agonizing for Patrick. Each time he would get close Sara would
ease up. Now he was desperate to see the game end. Unfortunately, it
seemed that it was the longest game in history. The officials were
constantly throwing flags and stopping the clock. The last two minutes
of the game took almost twenty minutes to play.

Finally, there was only thirty seconds left and Miami was up by one
point. The fans were going crazy and they began to count the seconds.
Sara began to move her hand in time with the count down. "Twenty-nine,
twenty-eight, twenty-seven," the crowd screamed. Sara's hand went up
his shaft on the even numbers and came down on the odd in a steady but
slow cadence. "Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three."
She felt Patrick trembling and lightened her grip. She was going to
deny him his climax, as she had promised, until the last second. "Ten,
nine, eight, seven, six." Sara tightened her hand again and moved it
more rapidly. "Five, four, three, two, one."

Suddenly Brian jumped up and threw his hands into the air. At the same
moment, Patrick's penis throbbed and began to squirt a huge load
across Sara's hand. Fortunately for him, between the screaming fans
and Brian's victory yell, his own moans of pleasure were covered.

Sara almost climaxed herself as she felt Patrick's penis throb and
squirt his warm cream over her hand. Each pulse forced more of his
creamy juice across her fingers.

As soon as the last squirt was out, Patrick straightened himself and
stood up, turning toward the door. "Well, I think I'm going to hit the
sack," he said in an exhausted tone of voice. He wanted to get out of
there before the lights came on and Brian saw what a mess his shorts
were. "See you in the morning," he said. With that he rushed out of
the room and upstairs.

Brian, who was still standing, turned and looked at his wife on the
sofa. She looked like the cat that ate the canary. He raised his
eyebrows at her and smiled. Then he quickly sat down beside her and
pulled her lips to his. Their lips pressed together passionately and
their tongues dueled. When they finally pulled apart, they were
breathless. "Well?" Brian asked excitedly.

Sara didn't say anything. Instead she pushed him back onto the sofa. A
second later she had his hard penis out of his pants. Then she held
her hand up to the light from the TV. "What do you think?"

Brain saw the glint of sperm covering her hand. "Oh God," he gasped
and watched as she brought her dripping hand to his penis.

Sara moved her hand up and down his shaft before she dropped her head
to take it into her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat at the
combined taste of her husband's penis and Patrick's cum. It took only
seconds for Brian to squirt his cum into her sucking mouth. She
swallowed and felt her vagina quiver. Then, with a little squeeze of
her thighs, she joined him in climax.

Chapter 5

Sara tapped lightly on Patrick's door. It was after midnight but there
was still a light on. She heard Patrick tell her to come in. She
walked in, still wearing the camisole and harem pants.

"Sara what are you..." Patrick said but stopped when he saw Sara put
her finger to her lips and whisper "Shhhhh."

"Brian is asleep," she said as if he could hear them. She walked over
to the bed and stood looking down at Patrick. Then without a word, and
to the incredible shock of Patrick, she crawled up on the bed and
straddled his chest.

Patrick's eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head. His
mouth was open as if to speak but nothing came out.

Sara casually moved up his body until the crotch of her pants was
almost touching his face. Then she reached down and opened the front,
exposing her still swollen and dripping vagina. "Eat me." With that
she moved her swollen sex to Patrick's lips.

A moan escaped Patrick's lips as his tongue came out and he began to
lick her.

The little climax Sara had had earlier wasn't nearly enough to satisfy
her and she hadn't let Brian get her off. She was more than ready now.
A low moan escaped her lips as she felt Patrick's tongue find her hole
and slip inside. "That's it... that's it," she gasped as her hips
began to move in time with his tongue. When she looked down she could
only see the top of Patrick's forehead but she could feel his mouth.
She thought she was going to climax when he sucked her inner lips into
his mouth. But before that could happen, Patrick stopped sucking and
resumed licking. It was obvious that he knew a few things about
teasing. Suddenly, Sara was desperate for him to suck her clit. But no
matter how hard she tried, he refused to give in to her.

Finally, she decided to try another tactic. She abruptly spun around
until she was facing his feet. She threw the covers off, exposing his
tented underwear. With a growl she reached down and pulled his shorts
down to expose his throbbing shaft. At the same time she pushed her
wet sex into his face. A second later she had Patrick's penis in her
mouth. Both of them moaned.

Soon the room was filled with sucking sounds. 

Sara pumped her hips on Patrick's mouth as she sucked him. Then she
squealed as Patrick pushed her over onto her side, his mouth still
between her legs. Now they were lying on their sides with their faces
in each other's groins. Sara gasped as Patrick's mouth began to devour
her flesh. She forgot about the pulsing penis inches from her face.
When she felt his lips circle her clit and suck it into his mouth she
went over the top. Her thighs clamped around his head and squeezed as
her body began to convulse with pleasure. It was a long denied climax
and that made it so much sweeter.

Sara had no idea how long her climax lasted. The next thing she
remembered was lying with Patrick's mouth gently kissing her sex lips
and her legs still wrapped around his head. When she opened her eyes
she saw Patrick's still throbbing penis in front of her face. She
smiled and opened her mouth.

"Ohhhh!!!" Patrick moaned as her warm mouth enveloped him. His hips
began to press toward her sucking mouth as his eyes stared at her wet
sex, still only inches from his face. When Patrick felt his cum
rushing up the shaft, he grabbed Sara's ass cheeks and pulled her
vagina back to his mouth. "Ummmpppp," he groaned, her warm and
slippery flesh muffling his scream of pleasure.

Sara groaned deep in her throat as she felt his sperm entering her
mouth. The sudden taste of his fresh sperm and his mouth sucking her
lips again brought on another climax for her. She practically drowned
the poor man as she swallowed all of his sperm.

Suddenly the room was very quiet. Sara relaxed her thighs and allowed
Patrick to breathe. Then she rolled over and got up. She said,
"Goodnight," and walked out of the room leaving Patrick stunned.

Chapter 6

The following morning at the breakfast table Patrick was quiet again.
Whenever Brian or Sara would look at him, he would avoid their eyes.
Sara knew that he was having regrets about what they had done last
night. She felt a little sorry for him but she also knew that in the
end it would be good for him. The next stage of their plan was going
to be critical.

"Patrick, I have a bit of a problem," Brian said. "I got a call from
work this morning and I have to go out of town for a couple of days."

Patrick looked up with surprise on his face, which quickly turned to
concern.

Sara had to suppress a smile when she saw his worried look. Suddenly
she felt like a vamp, or a seductress, or maybe like the spider and
the fly. The deception was cruel but so much fun. It would be over
soon.

"I'm really sorry but unfortunately, it can't be helped," Brian lied.
In fact, he had called his boss and suggested that he attend the
seminar in Chicago.

"Maybe I should go home," Patrick said. He didn't sound entirely
convincing.

"No," Brian said, "I won't hear of it. You and Sara can spend some
quality time together... get to know each other again." This time it
was Brian who had to suppress a smile.

"Of course you won't go home," Sara said. "We will have lots of fun.
Besides, it will only be for two days and then you guys can get back
to playing golf again."

"Uh... all right," Patrick said. He glanced at Sara and saw her smile
mischievously. His heart started to beat faster in spite of his
reservations.

Sara kissed Brian goodbye as they stood on the porch. He smiled at her
and whispered, "Good luck!" and then left. She waited for a minute
watching his car disappear down the street. She had a moment of
indecision. Finally she took a deep breath and went back into the
house. When she came into the living room she found Patrick sitting on
the couch. He appeared tense. She walked over and sat down across from
him. The short summer sundress she had on pulled far up her thighs.
She hadn't worn panties and knew that she would expose herself if she
opened her thighs just a bit. She crossed her legs, letting the hem
slip high on her thigh and saw Patrick's eyes drift downward. A little
chill raced through her and she felt her nipples harden under the thin
cotton.

"Sara... uh... with Brian gone... uh we... it's not good for us to be
alone together," Patrick stuttered.

Sara smiled and uncrossed her legs slowly before crossing them the
other way. She flashed him and watched his eyes. "I think it's
perfect. Like Brian said, it will give us some time together." Then
she stood up and moved over to sit next to him. She took his hand in
hers. "Listen Patrick, I know it has been very difficult for you since
Sally died. I suppose the things that we have done have made you feel
worse in some ways. I just wanted to tell you that I care for you very
deeply. We both do, Brian and I. But it's not what you think. Brian
and I have developed a special relationship over the past few months."

Patrick interrupted and said, "This is crazy. It's... not... not that
I haven't enjoyed what we have done. It's just that Brian is my best
friend, almost like a brother to me." He turned away abruptly and
said, "You're his wife for God's sake!" He paused when he realized
that his words sounded harsh. Then he took a deep breath, his eyes
falling to their entwined hands. "This is so hard. I care for you very
much. I always have. In fact... I... I think I have always loved you!"

Sara's face broke into a smile and she squeezed his hand
affectionately. She wanted to jump into his arms but she held herself
back. Instead she said, "Patrick, I love you too. I guess I always
have too."

Patrick was surprised by that statement and looked at her curiously.
"But you said you loved Brian with all you heart...that he's your
'soul mate'. How can you love two men?"

"I would have asked the same question a few months ago. But now I know
that I have the capacity to love more than one man. I think I first
realized that when you stepped out of the car the other day. I could
feel it in my heart and in my stomach. But, that didn't... doesn't
mean that I love Brian any the less."

Patrick looked confused now.

It was the big moment. Sara took a deep breath and said, "Patrick...
Brian knows about us."

Suddenly Patrick pulled his hand from Sara and his face showed his
shock. "He knows?" His voice was almost trembling. Then he seemed to
slump noticeably.

"Yes. He has known all along." She grabbed his hand again. "Let's go
outside on the back porch and I'll tell you about it."

Sara led the stunned man outside and sat next to him on a padded
swing. They sat silently for a few minutes staring at the white clouds
drifting in the blue sky. A gentle breeze caressed their faces and the
trees swayed softly. Finally, Sara took a deep breath and started.
"Several months ago, Brian and I began to experiment with me teasing
men. It started harmlessly enough and was fairly innocent at first. I
would tease strangers and then we would come home and make mad,
passionate love. It was incredible. After the first few times it
became addictive...for both of us. We agreed that whatever I did, I
would always be honest and tell him. He gets so excited; it's like
when we were first married. Each time it seemed that we went further
and further until one evening I went pretty far and gave a guy at a
party a blow job."

Patrick gasped and turned and looked at Sara unbelievingly. 

Sara felt her face flush at his stare. "Then, just a few days ago I
went out with him and we parked and performed oral sex on each other.
When I got home Brian was waiting."

Patrick had an incredulous look on his face. He just couldn't believe
what he was hearing.

"It's true," Sara continued. She stared into his eyes and said, "But I
have never gone all the way with anyone. Brian and I discussed it and
I told him that I was uncomfortable doing that with a stranger. Then,
he shocked me completely when he suggested that you should be the
first one."

Patrick opened his mouth but nothing came out. He moved his mouth but
still no words came out. Finally he found his voice, "Me... what...
why...?"

"Don't you see? It's perfect. We have cared... loved... each other
since college. But more importantly Brian trusts you... I trust you."


"Jesus Sara, this is too much. I know you wouldn't lie to me but I
still can't believe that Brian wants me to make love to you. It's like
something out of a bad porno movie."

Suddenly Sara looked hurt.

"I'm sorry. That didn't come out the way I meant. I'm not judging you.
It's just that... just that I have never even considered such a
thing."

"Brian didn't think that you would believe me so he gave me this to
give to you." Sara produced a white envelope with Patrick's name on
it. "Read it and if you still don't believe me, or if you don't want
to continue, then I will understand. We can still be friends." Sara
fought back the tears. She got up and went into the house, leaving
Patrick with a perplexed look on his face and the envelope in his
hand.

He sat there for a long time, staring at nothing. Finally, with
trembling hands he opened the envelope and took out the letter.

"Patrick,

If you are reading this letter it is because Sara couldn't convince
you that I want you to make love to her. Yes, you read the words
correctly. I'm sure that Sara has told you about our changing
relationship. At first, it was a surprise to us both.

What kind of man would want other men to make love to his wife? I have
thought long and hard about that question, yet I still don't have an
answer. What I do know is that I love Sara with all my heart. Yet, I
cannot deny the excitement that I get from thinking of her with
another man. We have both found that it has enhanced our sex life
greatly. Although I know that Sara loves you, it really isn't about
love but about the incredible excitement of sex with someone
different. I'm sure that she told you that she has not "gone all the
way" with anyone. However, that has been her choice. She wanted the
first time to be safe and with someone she cared for. You were the
obvious choice to be her first. However, I suspect (and hope) that you
won't be the only one. I've started to affectionately call her my
'Sweet Slut.'

I know this sounds crazy. But we have come to terms with it. We are
comfortable with who and what we are; a happily married couple that
wants to explore our hidden desires.

What does this all mean? It means that I give you permission to make
love to my wife-to enjoy yourself.

You of all people should know that we never know what life holds for
us. We can be here today and gone tomorrow. Life is far too short so
we need to enjoy the time we are here. Is that wrong? I hope not.

However, if for whatever reason you can't bring yourself to do it,
then there will be no hard feelings. We will still be friends, play
golf, talk on the phone and do all the things we did before.

Sara is waiting for you in the living room. If you have this letter in
your hand when you enter the living room, then Sara will know that the
answer is yes. Otherwise, tear it up and throw it away and it will
never be mentioned again. It is your decision. Brian"

Patrick sat in stunned silence. He truly couldn't believe what he had
just read. At first he thought that is was a cruel joke from Brian or
that Sara was just playing a trick on him. But then it all started to
make sense. Brian's comments in the car, disappearing while they were
at the pool, running out of beer when he was sure he saw plenty in the
garage refrigerator. Suddenly he felt a little twinge anger. It was
all a set-up! He had been conned into coming out for this visit in the
first place. However, just as quickly as the anger had come, it
disappeared. What was there to be mad about? A beautiful woman wanted
him to make love to her and her husband approved and, in fact, was
encouraging her. It was crazy, insane. Then he thought of the
afternoon in the pool and then about last night. A smile came to his
face.

Sara was sitting on the sofa waiting when she heard the back door
open. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat with her back
straight and stiff. She saw Patrick coming through the door. His face
was solemn and his hands were empty. Her heart sank.

Patrick walked over and stood in front of Sara. He stared down at her,
his face unchanged. Then he reached behind and pulled the letter from
his back pocket.

Sara's eyes grew wide.

"Suck my cock... 'sweet slut'."

Sara almost screamed with joy. Her hands were trembling as she reached
for his zipper. She suddenly realized that he was already hard.
Quickly she pulled his penis from his pants and held it close to her
face. When she looked up she saw Patrick smiling down at her. She
smiled back and opened her mouth and took the pulsing head inside. A
moan escaped both of their lips as she began to suck and pump the
shaft with her hand.

Patrick's hips began to sway gently back and forth and his hands
reached for her head. "That's it sweetie, suck me," he gasped.

Sara sucked him until he was trembling with need. However, she wasn't
going to get him off this way. She wanted his penis inside when he
came this time. Reluctantly, she pulled away. Again she looked up at
him, her lips wet, his penis shining with her saliva as it pulsed in
her fist. "Make love to me," she whispered. "I want this inside me."

Without hesitation, Patrick reached down and pulled Sara to her feet.
His lips met hers and his arms pulled her tight. They moaned as they
kissed passionately. Patrick's hands slipped down her back and he
grasped her ass through the thin dress. As their groins moved against
one another his hands went lower until they slipped under her dress in
back. "Oh God," he moaned when he felt the soft flesh of her ass
cheeks.

When Patrick began to push her back on the sofa she stopped him.
"No... not here." She took his hand and led him toward the stairs.

Patrick hesitated when they reached the steps. 

"Yes, my bed. I want you... we want you to fuck me in our bed."

Patrick shook his head but followed Sara up the steps. As he watched
her sexy rear sway in front of him, it occurred to him that this could
all be a ruse. Sara could have made it all up, including the letter.
But then he realized that that wasn't logical either. It was all very
confusing.

Sara opened their bedroom door and led Patrick inside.

Patrick gasped. The room was aglow with many fragrant candles. There
was a strong scent of lilacs. The bed was turned down. There was no
doubt now that it had all been planned.

Sara led Patrick over to the bed and stepped into his arms again.
Their lips went together and their tongues fought for possession of
each other's mouth as their passion grew rapidly. Her hands reached
for the buttons of his shirt and began to open it. With their lips
still together she helped him strip it off his shoulders and drop it
to the floor. Then she reached for his belt and zipper. When she had
it opened she pulled away, sliding to her knees. She pulled his pants
and underwear down. Suddenly his pulsing shaft was staring her in the
face. She moaned as her fingers went to his strong ass cheeks and she
pulled him toward her, forcing his throbbing shaft deep into her
throat.

A groan escaped Patrick's lips as he felt her begin to suck him again.
However, he was too excited and knew that he wouldn't last long if she
kept that up.

When Patrick pulled on her arms, Sara reluctantly released his penis
and stood up. She looked at his face in the flickering light and saw
incredible love and passion in his eyes.

Patrick pulled the shoulder straps to her sundress down her shoulders.
The top of her dress fell between them, gathering at her waist.
Patrick moaned as he saw her breasts exposed for the first time. His
eyes devoured the soft mounds of flesh. His head bent to her neck and
he began to kiss downward. He nibbled at the nape of her neck and felt
her body tremble and then he moved lower, kissing the smooth flesh
until he reached the swells of her breasts. His tongue came out and he
traced a path down her skin until he reached a hard nipple.

"Oh God Patrick," Sara moaned when he sucked her nipple into his
mouth. She pushed her breast forward, urging him to suck it. She let
him suck the sensitive nipple until she couldn't stand it anymore. She
pulled it away and his lips made a loud pop. Then she quickly fed him
the other breast. Between her legs, her vagina was throbbing and juice
was dripping down her thighs.

Finally, Sara pulled away and stepped back. She looked into Patrick's
eyes as she slowly pushed the dress down her hips and let it fall to
the floor.

Patrick looked at her and a moan escaped his mouth. A second later he
was on his knees, staring at her swollen sex. Her clear sex juice was
hanging from her swollen lips and the light from the candles behind
her made it look like drips of warm honey. And, like a bee to honey,
Patrick moved forward until his tongue reached the strings of juice.
He trembled as he brought the sweet liquid to his mouth. Then with a
growl he buried his head between her thighs.

"Oh Jesus," Sara moaned as her legs began to tremble. Her legs gave
out and she sat on the bed, bringing Patrick's head with her. Soon she
was lying on her back with her legs wrapped around his head. Her hands
found his head and she pulled him into her warm crotch. "Yes, yes,
yes," she gasped as her hips began to buck upward. Suddenly, without
warning she began to climax. "Ahhhhhheeee," she screamed as fireworks
began to go off in her head. She threw her head back and forth and her
body convulsed as waves of incredible pleasure rushed through her. Her
hips began to bounce on the bed.

Patrick held on as he lost himself between her legs. Her thighs
covered his ears and her hands pulled his hair. His cheeks, his nose
and his mouth were all buried in her swollen flesh. She consumed
him...all of his senses. He was in sexual heaven.

When Sara's climax waned, her legs dropped from his shoulders. She let
him kiss and lick her for sometime before she pushed him back.

Patrick looked disoriented as he sat back. His face was covered with
her juice and it dripped from his chin.

"I need you," Sara whispered. She moved back until she was lying on
the pillows. Then she bent her knees and opened them. She held her
hand out to Patrick.

He had forgotten that his pants were around his ankles and he almost
fell in his haste to stand. Frantically he stripped off his shoes,
socks and pants and then crawled onto the bed.

Sara opened her arms and legs to him. She moaned as his chest pressed
to her and their lips met. She could feel his pulsing penis dripping
juice onto her stomach. Pulling her lips from his she gasped, "Fuck me
Patrick. Fuck your sweet slut." She reached down for his penis.

Patrick moved up on his hands and watched as Sara grasped his penis.
He let her lead him to her. She directed the swollen head to her
equally swollen sex lips. Slowly she moved it up and down between the
lips before centering it on the hole.

Sara let just the head slip inside and whispered, "Wait." Then she
looked up into Patrick's eyes. She didn't have to say anything. Both
of their eyes were swimming with lust and love.

Patrick held himself over Sara, the head of his penis throbbing just
inside her clinching lips. He waited... waited for permission to enter
her... waited for permission to fuck his best friend's wife. The
seconds ticked by.

Slowly Sara lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, still
keeping his penis at bay. Finally, she took a deep breath, her eyes
still staring into his, and whispered, "Fuck me." With a bellow
Patrick dropped his weight downward, forcing his penis all the way
into her body.

"Ahhhhhh," they both screamed as the long shaft slid to the bottom.

Sara's head was spinning and she was having difficulty catching her
breath. She had waited so long for this moment. She had anticipated it
for weeks and now it was happening; she was having sex with another
man. The part of her body she had given only to her husband was now
open for another man and he was inside her as deeply as he could go.
It was so much sweeter because it was a man she now knew that she
loved.

Patrick was gasping for breath as well. The soft warmth of her vagina
was almost more than he could take. It had been six months since he
had been inside a woman. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest
and her legs pulling his hips downward. "Oh God," he gasped and pulled
his hips back until his penis was barely inside her. This time he was
the one teasing... the one holding back. He looked down at her and
smiled, then dropped his hips. Again they both screamed in pleasure.
However, Patrick didn't stop at the bottom. He quickly pulled back and
did it again. Soon his hips were moving at a steady pace, matching the
movements under him. He worked in and out, slowly increasing his pace
until he was pounding into her with abandon. Sara's copious juices
began to coat his penis and drip down the cheeks of her ass. The room
filled with the sound of two bodies slapping together.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuckkkkkk meeeee!!!" Sara screamed. She was rapidly
nearing another climax when she heard Patrick gasping at her hear.

"I'm... getting... close," he gasped in warning.

"Cum, cum for me!" Sara encouraged.

"Can I... can I... cum in you?" Patrick asked breathlessly, not
knowing if she was on some type of birth control.

"Yes, yes, fill me with your cum!" Sara returned, her hips pushing up
at him even more rapidly.

"Ohhhhhh Jesusssss!!!" Patrick moaned as his balls tightened. Suddenly
he pushed in as deeply as he could go and his body convulsed. His
sperm shot from the swollen head, splattering on the welcoming
interior walls of Sara's vagina.

Sara felt his penis throb and knew that he was filling her with his
seed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she lifted her hips. She
began to climax.

The two lovers froze as their bodies merged into one. 

Within a few seconds Patrick collapsed onto Sara, his breathing still
ragged. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly. "That was amazing!"
he whispered.

"For me too," Sara sighed. Her legs were still wrapped around his
waist and she could feel his sperm leaking from around their still
joined sex organs. However, she noticed that Patrick had lost little
of his hardness. When she pushed her hips up she felt him respond. Her
face turned from a smile to lustful again. Suddenly, to her surprise
and delight, he began to move his hips again.

Patrick was just as amazed as Sara was. In the past he had always
needed a little recovery time. But not this time. Now his penis was as
hard as a rock again.

The second coupling lasted far longer. Their bodies worked together in
unison... like they had made love a million times.

Patrick rolled Sara over until she was on top of him. She sat up and
smiled down at him and began to bounce up and down. The cum inside her
poured out, covering their groins in the warm stickiness.

When they came for the second time it was less intense but nonetheless
satisfying. This time they separated, lying in each other's arms in
exhaustion.

Chapter 6

Brian had arrived in Chicago and checked into his room by 3 P.M. Then
he made a few business phone calls and hooked up his PC to answer some
e-mails. After that he went to the gym and worked out, then on to
dinner by himself. However, through it all, his mind was never far
from Sara and Patrick.

He looked at the clock for the thousandth time. It was eight thirty
and he hadn't heard from Sara yet. She told him she would call as soon
as she could. It had been the longest afternoon of his life. He
couldn't help wonder what was happening. His imagination was running
wild. Had Patrick rejected her? Had he gotten mad and left? Or were
they making love at that very moment?

"Ringggggg!"

His cell-phone ringing startled him. When he saw that it was from home
his hands started to shake. He flipped it open quickly and said,
"Hello."

"Hi Brian," Sara whispered.

"God I've been going crazy waiting for your call."

"I'm sorry but we've been busy," she answered and then giggled.

Brian's heart began to pound in his chest at her comment. "How...
did... it go?" he asked, his mouth suddenly very dry.

"It couldn't have gone better," she said, still whispering. "Patrick
was reluctant at first but I showed him your letter."

"That worked?" he asked. 

"Yes. Better than I could have ever hoped."

"Where's Patrick now?"

"He just went in to take a shower so I have a few minutes to talk. Are
you in your room?"

"Yes."

"Well, get naked and get comfortable on the bed and I will tell you
what happened."

"I'm already there," Brain laughed with nervous relief.

"Good." Sara giggled and paused before she said, "Brian, you should
see your 'sweet slut' right now. I don't know how many climaxes I had
but Patrick came in me three times and I haven't had a chance to clean
up. In fact, he wouldn't let me. I'm lying here naked on our bed with
my legs spread. There is cum all over my pussy, my thighs, and it's
running onto the sheets. I'm going to have to change them before we go
to sleep... or maybe I should say 'if' we go to sleep."

Brian moaned, holding the phone to his ear he reached down to stroke
his already throbbing erection.

"Are you hard?"

"Yes."

"Good. I want you to stroke yourself slowly as I tell you about what
happened. Don't cum until I tell you to, okay?"

Brian moaned his agreement. He knew that Sara loved to tease and delay
the final pleasure. Sometimes she could be sadistic like that.

"Well, after I gave him the letter..." Sara continued, telling Brian
the story, describing in detail their all day sex session.

By the time she was near the end, Brian was mad with desire. He was
stroking himself at Sara's instructions. She would tell him to speed
up or slow down to tease him. She used words like cock, pussy, and cum
because she knew the dirty talk always turned him on. She kept him on
the edge for fifteen minutes, making him ease his stroking each time
she detected that he was getting close.

"I'm putting my hand down to my pussy Brian. It such a sopping mess.
God, you should see my fingers. Now I'm spreading his cum all over my
tits. Mmmm, it tastes so good too." Sara smacked her lips for
emphasis.

"Oh God Sara, I'm getting close," he gasped.

"Not yet... hold it. I have something special to tell you. But before
I do, I want you to pull the skin of your cock down tight. You know,
the way you like me to do it when I masturbate you."

"Ohhhh!" he moaned as he followed her instructions. His fist was
wrapped around the base as he stretched the skin and squeezed. The
head was swollen purple and it was so smooth that it was shining. The
veins in the side bulged as he kept the blood from leaving the shaft.

"Hold it down and don't move your hand, even when you start to shoot."

"Okay," he hissed, his legs beginning to tremble and his heart
thumping in his chest. He felt for sure that the head of his penis was
going to explode.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!" he hissed impatiently.

"Brian... Patrick wants to fuck me in the ASS!"

"Ohhhhhhh Goooooddddddd!!!" Brian moaned as he continued to squeeze
the shaft. He watched as the head grew until it was like a large
mushroom. Suddenly his penis throbbed. The cum shot from the tip like
a cannon going off. Brian's head snapped back as it splattered across
his face and landed on the headboard behind him. The second blast hit
his face as well. The third splattered on his chest. It kept pouring
out and he felt like it was never going to end. Finally, when it
stopped pulsing, he moved his hand up and down to milk the final drops
out of the shaft.

Sara listened without speaking until Brian's breathing began to return
to normal. "Are you still there?" she asked and giggled.

"My God Sara, I don't believe I have ever shot that far or that much,"
he gasped. "It's all over my face and chest."

"Well, now we are both covered in cum," she laughed. Then her voice
lowered and she said, "I have to run. I heard the shower shut off and
Patrick will be coming back. He wants to fuck me again."

"Are you going to let him fuck you in the ass?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Bye. I love you."

With that the phone went dead in Brian's hand. He lay there looking at
the phone as he tried to comprehend what she had said. She had never
had anal sex. They had discussed it but she thought it would be too
painful. Then he realized that Patrick was going to get her anal
virginity. Suddenly his penis started to stiffen. He wiped the cum
from his face and then wrapped his hand around the shaft. At about the
same time that Patrick was climaxing inside Sara for the fourth time,
Brian shot off for the second time.

It was mid-afternoon the next day when Sara called Brian again. He was
in a class so he got up and went outside and sat in a garden area.

"Hi Hon," Sara said sweetly.

"Hi."

"Do you have time to talk?" she asked.

"Yes, I just stepped outside so I'm okay."

"I wanted to tell you how much I love you," she said. "I'm pretty sure
that there aren't many men that would let their wives do what I have
done."

"Probably not," Brian laughed. He was much more relaxed today. All of
the anticipation had put him on edge all day yesterday. Then when Sara
hadn't called he had feared the worst. Now that it seemed to have
worked out all right, he was very relieved. "So what was this about
Patrick... uh... Patrick fucking you in the ass."

"Oh that," she said casually. However, inside she wasn't feeling
casual. She was excited and just a little scared. "Patrick did ask me
that."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that I would talk to you."

"You know that we have talked about that a couple of times. You always
said that you were afraid that it would hurt. Have you changed your
mind?"

"Maybe. Patrick said that he and Sally used to do it all the time.
When she got used to it, it became their favorite thing to do."

"What do you think?"

"I think that I want to try it if it's okay with you."

"Then I say go ahead."

"Thank you sweetheart."

Brian started to say "You're welcome," but then he stopped and
laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking of how outrageous our conversation would
sound to anyone but you and me."

"I guess it is pretty outrageous," Sara said and laughed.

"So what have you two been doing?" he asked.

"Well, we stayed in bed until about ten. However, we didn't fuck this
morning. I'm not sure he could get it hard. Besides, your 'sweet
slut's' pussy needs a little rest too." Then she added with a laugh,
"I'm sure it will be ready again soon."

"Well, don't wear it out."

"There will always be plenty left for you."

"Were is Patrick now?"

"I sent him to the store. We're going to relax at the pool today then
go to dinner."

"And?"

"Oh yes, then we are going to come home and Patrick is going to fuck
my ass."

Brain gasped and felt his penis begin to stir. "You'll call me
afterward?"

"If I survive." 

"Well, have fun. I'll be home tomorrow evening. I love you Sara."

"I love you too... more than anything in this world. You know that
don't you?"

"Yes."

Chapter 7

Sara had spent much of the day teasing Patrick. When they went out to
the pool, she put on another of her tiny swimsuits. It was similar to
the other one and exposed most of her charms, especially her ass. She
could feel Patrick's eyes on her buttocks the entire time. However,
she fended off his attempts to take her to the bedroom. She wanted to
wait until the evening to give her time to get worked up. She figured
that she was going to need all the help she could get.

Later that evening she surprised Patrick when she came down wearing a
skintight cocktail dress. It was red velvet and fit her like a glove.
The front plunged down until the swells of her breasts threatened to
fall out. It was also so short that she couldn't even wear thigh high
nylons. She did put on a tiny pair of thong panties in order to
prevent her juices from running down her legs. She topped the outfit
off with a diamond necklace around her neck and four-inch high heels
on her feet.

"Wow," Patrick said, "You look good enough to eat." He had used that
term before but this time he meant it.

"Promises, promises," she laughed and walked past him. She could feel
his eyes on her thinly covered ass cheeks as she swayed them more than
normal. A chill went through her as she thought that he would be doing
a lot more than looking at her ass later.

They had dinner at a quiet restaurant. It gave them an opportunity to
talk. Sara tiptoed around the subject of Sally's death until she saw
that he wanted to talk. When he did, she let him speak without
interrupting for a long time. He told her the fun they used to share
and the plans they had for the future. He spoke of Sally in loving
terms but also, for the first time, in the past tense. It appeared to
be a catharsis for him, like a cleansing of his soul.

Finally he stopped talking and looked at Sara with a strange look. 

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. It just occurred to me that this is the most I've spoken
about Sally since her death. It has been so hard for me to talk about
it. I've wanted to but I just couldn't." Suddenly a smile came to his
face. "Thank you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did more than you know. You listened when few other people would.
Everybody wanted to give me advice: do this, do that... take a
vacation... see a counselor, etcetera. It was well meaning but I just
needed someone to listen." He paused in thought and then said, "It's
time. I think I'm ready to move on now. It's almost as if this dark
cloud has been lifted."

Sara reached over the table and grabbed his hand. There were tears in
her eyes. "I'm so happy for you."

"In only a few days, you and Brian have made such a difference. I can
see how you two care for each other...care about how the other feels.
Hopefully one day I will have a relationship like that again."

"I know you will," Sara whispered. 

They fell silent for a long time. When Patrick started to talk again,
he had a naughty look on his face. "Now let's talk about the first
time Sally and I had anal sex."

Sara's face showed her shock at the change in direction of their
conversation. But she felt a chill go through her and she squirmed on
the chair.

Patrick explained that it was Sally that first suggested anal sex. He
was against it, fearing that it would hurt her. However, Sally brought
home a porno movie called "Caught From Behind 15." It contained only
scenes involving anal sex. They watched one woman after another take
the largest penises they had ever seen with ease. When the movie was
over they went upstairs to try it. Patrick was hesitant but Sally was
insistent. Then with TLC Patrick found that he was able to bury his
entire penis in Sally's ass without discomfort for her. She went wild
and in fact, her orgasm was so intense that she passed out.

"Wow," Sara whispered excitedly. "You know what that story did?"

"What?"

"It made my little hole pucker in anticipation." Sara's face flushed
at her naughty words.

"Well, it may pucker but it's not going to be so little when I'm
done," he laughed.

Sara felt her panties soaking through. "Let's get out of here."

Several minutes later they were rushing home.

They kissed in the car before getting out. Then they stopped at the
door and kissed again. Patrick's hands found Sara's ass cheeks and
slipped under her dress. He pulled the dress up in back and pressed
her against the door. The cool wood of the door made Sara gasp and she
pushed her hips back at him. Then she felt his finger worming down
between her cheeks. When it reached her little rear hole she tensed.

"Relax," Patrick whispered. Slowly he slipped the tip of his finger
into her back passage. He circled the little hole gently with his
fingertip. Then he pushed upward slowly but firmly.

"Oh God," Sara gasped as his entire finger went up her ass. She raised
up on her toes and moaned into Patrick's shoulder. An unexpected chill
raced from her rear hole to her now sopping wet vagina. Then, when she
felt Patrick pulling his finger out, she felt empty and moved
backward, trying to capture it again.

Patrick was accommodating and pushed his finger inside again. Her
little rose was tighter than he expected and it squeezed him like a
velvet vise. He felt her warmth surrounding his moving digit. As his
lips searched for her mouth again, his finger began to move in and out
and he pressed his now throbbing penis against her groin.

"Pa... Patrick... let's go in... in before a...a neighbor sees us,"
Sara gasped.

Without removing his finger, Patrick opened the door and moved Sara
backward into the living room. He slammed the door with his foot and
directed her over to a large cushioned chair. Then he spun her around
until she was forced over the back of the chair.

Sara reached her hands out and grasped the arms of the chair. She felt
Patrick's finger slip out and then he reached under her dress to pull
her tiny panties down. A chill of excitement rushed through her when
she felt him kneeling behind her. She began to gasp for breath as his
lips touched the soft skin of her ass cheeks. "Patrick, Patrick,
Patrick," she moaned incoherently.

Patrick began to kiss the globes of her ass. He grasped her buttocks
with his fingers, slowly opening the fleshy cheeks. He gasped when he
saw the tiny star winking at him. It was pink and puckered and looked
like a tiny closed rose. Below it he saw her swollen vagina with her
abundant juice dripping out. His mouth moved forward.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Sara screamed as his tongue began to circle her rear hole.

Patrick stretched her cheeks wide in order to get his mouth as close
as possible. He stiffened his tongue and pushed on the tiny opening.
It resisted briefly before giving away and letting him inside. He
heard Sara grunt as his tongue moved in as deeply as it could go. Then
he pulled back out and circled the outside rim before plunging inside
again.

Sara gasped in pleasure.

He sucked and licked her little hole for a long time. Finally, he
pulled back and looked at the little star. It was swollen and pulsing
with excitement. He felt that her ass was ready and he wet two of his
fingers and brought them to the hole. He pressed forward, slowly
increasing the pressure.

Sara moaned again and lifted up on her toes as if to get away from the
searching fingers. It actually gave Patrick a better angle. He pushed
harder, feeling her opening to him. Soon both fingers were in to the
second knuckle. With one more hard push he had them all the way
inside.

"Ohhhhh," Sara cried in a moment of shock and her body froze. 

Patrick waited for a minute, giving her a chance to adjust. Then he
began to move his fingers in and out slowly, stretching her hole.

Sara squirmed and gasped as she felt his fingers move deep into her
rear passage.

"Let's go upstairs," Patrick said and pulled Sara to her feet, keeping
two fingers in her ass. He wrapped his other arm around her front and
grasped her breasts as he began to move her toward the stairs. "How do
you like my fingers up your ass?" he whispered hotly in her ear. He
pushed his fingers in deep.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sara gasped in response. She felt him squeezing her breast
as he used it for leverage to pump his fingers into her from behind.

Patrick walked her slowly to the steps, his fingers never leaving her
hole. Then he slowly led her up the stairs.

Sara was breathing heavily now. With each step she felt Patrick's
fingers move out and then back into her. She was like a rag doll in
his arms. Her legs began to tremble and by the time they reached the
top she was ready to collapse.

Patrick practically carried her into the bedroom. When they reached
the bed he reluctantly pulled his fingers out and sat her down. Then
he quickly stripped her naked before taking off his own clothes. He
moved her to the center of the bed and crawled between her legs on his
knees. His rock hard penis pulsed in front of him and there was a long
string of his juice hanging from the swollen tip. He lifted Sara's
legs and placed them on his shoulder as he moved closer.

Sara watched excitedly as he pressed his penis downward until it was
pointing at her now pulsing rear hole. Suddenly her body was on fire
and every nerve was tingling. She was ready.

Instead of plunging into her ass, Patrick slipped his long shaft into
her sopping vagina. "Let me get it wet first," he gasped as the warm
walls of her vagina caressed him.

"Ohhhhh," Sara groaned and closed her eyes. Her hips hunched up in
reflex, forcing him to the bottom of her hole where her pooling juices
coated his penis.

Patrick plunged in and out several times before abruptly pulling
himself all the way out.

"Jesus," Sara gasped and her eyes flew open.

Now Patrick's penis was dripping with Sara's juice. He quickly lowered
his penis again and touched the little rear hole, lifting her hips at
the same time.

Sara closed her eyes again and tensed.

"Relax," Patrick whispered. He pressed downward and watched the tiny
hole resist.

Sara bit her lip and her face scrunched up in anticipation of the
pain.

Slowly her tiny hole began to open. Then, in one quick motion it
swallowed the head, snapping shut under the crown.

Both of them gasped.

Patrick stopped his downward pressure. He watched Sara's face for
signs of pain and waited for any signal to go ahead.

Sara was surprised that she had felt very little discomfort. She
opened her eyes and looked between her legs. She saw that the head of
Patrick's penis was no longer visible. She knew that the head had to
be the toughest part. Her eyes met Patrick's and she saw a look of
concern. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Fuck me!" Then she
relaxed her sphincter muscles and lifted her hips.

The corners of Patrick's mouth turned up in a smile and he began to
push again. Slowly his penis began to disappear. He could feel the
walls of her canal squeezing the shaft as it inched deeper and deeper.
He could feel Sara's tight hole reacting. However, instead of pushing
him out, it felt like she was pulling him in.

Sara began to moan at the incredible feeling. She watched with half
closed eyes as the long shaft disappeared into her body. It was like
nothing she had ever experienced before. Instead of pain she felt only
fullness and a feeling of being stretched. There was a tingling deep
inside her bowels that sent an electric current through her entire
body.

Patrick sighed when his balls touched her buttocks. He was all the way
inside. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like he could
climax any second. He paused, waiting for Sara to adjust but also
giving him a chance to settle down.

Now Sara's eyes were closed tight. Her breath was coming in great
gasps.

Patrick eased Sara's legs around his waist. Slowly he lowered himself
until he was lying on top of her. He brought his lips to hers.

Sara moaned deep in her throat and opened her mouth to his tongue. Now
she was filled at both ends. Suddenly she wanted him to move. Her hips
began to twitch upward.

Patrick pulled his lips away and he looked down at her face. He saw no
pain, only lust. A smile came to his lips and he slowly pulled himself
from her, lifting his hips until only the head of his penis was still
inside. A second later he plunged back down.

"Ahhhhheeee!!!" Sara gasped as his penis went in as deeply as it could
go.

Patrick began to pump his hips up and down slowly but firmly, feeling
the tight hole opening and responding to him. Soon he was moving
rapidly. The bedsprings began to squeak as his hips drove his long
shaft into her now welcoming hole.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sara gasped over and over. Her head flew
back and forth and her hips lifted off the bed.

The room was quickly filled with the sounds of the two lovers rushing
toward climax.

It was Patrick that reached his peak first. "Oh Jesus Sara, I can't
wait anymore," he gasped. He wanted desperately to wait but the
excitement of an entire day of teasing was too much for him.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, cum in my assssss!!!" she screamed as her
own climax rushed over her. It felt like an explosion, starting in her
bowels and moving outward until her entire body was consumed. It was a
climax unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"Oh God, I'm cummmmmiiiiiinnnnggg!!!" Patrick screamed as his balls
began to unleash his sperm deep into her willing ass.

Sara could feel it. She could actually feel the warm sperm as it
coated the walls of her anus. Her own climax intensified.

Both lovers froze, their bodies pressed tightly together, consumed in
passion.

Chapter 8

The airport was a mess that afternoon. Brian's flight had been delayed
for several hours and then cancelled. He was herded from one ticket
counter to another until finally he found a flight that would get him
home by 10 P.M. The delay was especially agonizing because of his
desire to be with Sara. His thoughts had been consumed with her since
their conversation that morning. She had described to him, in great
detail, what she and Patrick had done. Unfortunately there had been no
opportunity for him to relieve himself.

Now, as he exited the airport and got on the expressway he suddenly
became apprehensive. What would he say to Patrick? What would their
relationship be like now? The plan had worked even better than they
had expected. Now he was also worried about how Sara's and his
relationship would change. They had promised that it would not, but
now he wondered if that promise could be kept. Like it or not, they
would both have to face the consequences.

The house was unusually quiet as he unlocked the door and stepped
inside. He thought for a moment about calling out to Sara. Instead he
walked quietly to the stairs. He noticed that Patrick's door was
closed and he almost sighed in relief. He guessed that he had gone to
bed early. When he reached the bedroom, he found that door closed as
well. He stopped suddenly and wondered if he should knock. Then he
figured that that would be crazy. Slowly he turned the knob and pushed
the door gently open. He peeked inside and saw that the room was dark
with just the glow of a couple of candles. When his eyes adjusted he
saw Sara on the bed. A smile spread across his face.

He put his suitcase down and walked over to stand at the bed. Sara's
face was glowing in the flickering light as she stared up at him. She
had on a white lace corset with matching nylons and no panties. She
looked like an angel... a very sexy angel. Brian's already rapidly
beating heart began to beat faster. He felt an immediate stirring in
his groin.

"Go take your shower. I'll be waiting for you," she whispered.

Brian overcame the urge to strip right there and attack her. Without a
word he turned and went into the bathroom. With lightning speed he
stripped and jumped into the shower, not even waiting for the water to
heat up. He scrubbed the grime of the day from his suddenly
rejuvenated body. Then he dried himself and wrapped a towel around his
waist. His hair was still damp and there were drops of water on the
places that he had missed in his haste.

Sara was still in the same position when he came back into the room.
She sat up and patted the bed next to her.

Brian dropped his towel and hurried onto the bed. However, when he
tried to kiss her she pushed him back until he was lying down.

She smiled at him and gently kissed his lips. "I love you," she
whispered. Before he could answer she kissed him passionately, her
tongue rushing into his mouth. When she pulled away they were both
breathing heavily. "Just relax," she whispered, "This is going be a
special night for you."

"What..." he started to say but Sara placed her fingers gently on his
mouth to silence him. Then with clear excitement on her face she bent
down and kissed his neck.

Brian moaned as he felt her kissing down his body. His penis had been
hard since he first saw her lying on the bed and now it was throbbing
in anticipation. He curled his fingers into the sheet as Sara
continued to kiss downward until her tongue reached his belly button.
A tremor went through him as her tongue tickled the little
indentation. He moaned as she moved lower.

Sara's hand gently wrapped around his penis. Instead of kissing it she
moved it out of the way and continued to kiss around his groin. When
she reached his swollen testicles her tongue came out to gently lick
the swollen orbs. Then she sucked one into her mouth.

Brian moaned and lifted his hips. Sara was driving him mad with her
teasing. As much as he wanted to grab her head, he held back. He knew
that the pleasure would be that much more intense when she finally got
to the good parts.

Sara took her time, sucking first one ball then the other into her
mouth until they were soaked with her saliva. She looked down at the
squirming orbs and smiled. Then she crawled between his legs and
knelt.

Brian was ready for anything now. Or at least he thought he was. He
looked at her strangely as she lifted his legs. He helped her by
pulling his thighs upward. A second later she was pressing his legs to
his chest, forcing him to lift his hips.

"Hold them up," she whispered.

Brian reached behind his knees and held his legs to his chest. He
couldn't figure out what Sara was up to. "Sara, what are you doing?"
he gasped as she bent and began to kiss the back of one thigh.

Sara didn't answer as she kissed down one thigh to his buttock before
moving to the other. She gently ran her tongue up and down one strong
thigh before crossing to the other.

Brian's legs began to tremble as her rasping tongue tickled the
sensitive skin on the back of his thighs. Then he moaned as she began
to lick his balls again.

Placing her two hands under his buttocks, she gently lifted him. Her
own heart was pounding in her chest as her tongue touched the
sensitive skin below his squirming testicles. Slowly she moved lower.

"Sara, God!" Brian gasped and lifted his hips higher. He didn't know
if he was trying to move away or helping her. He sucked in his breath
and his buttocks clenched as Sara's tongue found his puckered anus.

Sara's head was spinning with excitement as she pushed on the tiny
hole. It resisted but she used her hands to open his buttocks wider
and she pressed harder. It was no contest and Sara's tongue finally
breached the opening and entered his ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Brian moaned. He couldn't believe what Sara was doing.
It was so nasty but so incredibly exciting.

Sara lifted Brian's buttocks even higher until she had him almost on
his shoulders with his legs over his head. Now she had him where she
wanted him. She stiffened her tongue and began to plunge it in and
out. Salvia drained out of her mouth and dripped on the stretched
hole, making the access easier.

Brian thought that his penis was going to shoot as Sara's tongue
worked in and out of his clenching hole. He had never felt anything
like it. He felt incredibly vulnerable in this position, yet it was
also incredibly exciting.

Sara licked and sucked the little hole for a long time, enjoying the
grunts of pleasure that were coming from Brian. When she thought he
was ready she pulled her tongue from his hole with a loud pop.

Incredibly, Brian felt empty as Sara's tongue left his clenching hole.
But he needn't have worried. An instant later he felt something on his
hole again. It took him a second to figure out what was happening.
However, it was too late. "Jesssssuuuuussss!!!" he gasped as he felt
Sara's finger enter his anus. He almost let go of his legs as his body
tensed and lifted upward.

Sara smiled and used her other hand to keep him in position as her
finger pushed deep into him. She leaned forward to hold him down and
began to plunge her finger in and out.

"Do you like that?" she said. "That's what it felt like when Patrick
was fucking my ass. Only his cock was much bigger."

Brian could only moan as he felt her finger searching inside him.
Suddenly, his penis pulsed. The steady stream of juice that was
dripping from the head became a river and there was a strange feeling
deep inside him. He had never felt anything like it.

Sara had found his prostate and was massaging it with the tip of her
finger. She felt Brian began to quiver as his thigh muscles turned to
stone. She moved her finger faster until it was almost a blur. The
noise her finger was making sounded a lot like a penis in a sloppy
vagina.

The room quickly filled with grunts and groans. Suddenly Brian gasped
and his balls pulled tightly to his body. "Ahhhhhh!!! Oh Saraaaaaa!!"
Without being touched, his penis throbbed and began to squirt his cum
across his stomach. It felt as though his balls were turning inside
out.

Sara almost squealed in delight. Cosmos was right, she thought. She
watched in amazement as cum hurled out of Brian's pulsing penis,
splattering on his stomach like an out of control fire hose. Each
blast hit his stomach with a loud splat.

Brian was moaning incoherently now. His face showed a grimace like he
was in pain. But it was all pleasure. It seemed as though the flow of
sperm was never going to stop. However, eventually his balls were
empty and all that was left was a trickle still spitting from the
swollen head.

Sara let Brian's legs fall back to the bed as she gently pulled her
finger from his ass. As she curled up in his arm, she reached down and
grasped his still hard shaft.

"That was incredible," Brian gasped breathlessly.

"We're not done yet," Sara said and giggled. She leaned over him and
blew out the candle on one side of the bed and then the other.
Suddenly the room was plunged into darkness. It was so dark that
neither of them could see even an inch in front of their faces.

Sara reached down in the dark and found the puddles of cum that were
pooled on his stomach. She smeared her palm in it and then wrapped her
fist around his penis. Slowly she moved her hand up and down.
Amazingly his penis had lost none of its hardness. "Don't move," she
ordered. With that she sat up and straddled his thighs. For a moment
she sat on his thighs, using her hands to search and then to bring the
accumulated sperm on his stomach to his penis. She worked until it was
literally dripping. Without any preliminaries she moved upward and
quickly impaled herself on his sperm covered shaft.

"Ohhhhhh God!" Brian gasped as he felt her warm interior surround him.

Sara leaned forward until her chest was pressed to his. Her heart was
suddenly beating wildly in anticipation. Sara's excitement wasn't all
because of the penis inside her vagina however.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and the dim light from the hall
illuminated the room for a second.

Brian was startled but couldn't see past Sara. "Sara... what is...?"
However, before he could finish Sara brought her lips to his. The room
quickly fell into darkness and silence again. A second later the bed
springs squeaked.

To be continued...??

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