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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the 
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Soup and a Sandwich (MMF cons oral anal bi-sex rom?)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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"Would you like to go to lunch?" Tina's question caught me more than a 
little off-guard.

Tina Forstner, now Tina Radcliffe, was the main reason a lot of the guys 
stayed with the company, even as its fortunes waned.  She was a small, 
dark-haired woman, who simply exuded sex.  Not that she was particularly 
well endowed, or that she went out of her way to dress enticingly.  It 
was just something that started with those big bedroom eyes, and 
combined with the way she seemed at ease in almost any situation. If she 
had ever dated any of the guys in the office, they never talked about 
it, and it never showed in the way she treated any of them.

Tina was as quick to swap raunchy stories as any of the guys, and you 
never had to worry about whether that hand on the shoulder or a quick 
hug was going to be misconstrued - partly because if you ever did get 
out of line, Tina would realign you, post haste.  She didn't believe in 
calling HR to handle something that she was perfectly capable of taking 
care of for herself.

While Tina was the unofficial darling of the office, she endeared 
herself to everyone by earning their respect, as well as their longing 
stares.  Her smile brightened the whole place, but if there was a tough 
job to be done, you wanted Tina on the team.  She kept everyone 
organized, handled myriad little details that most of the guys never 
thought of, and generally made sure everyone was doing what they should 
be doing.

With all of this, though, I had never seen her socializing individually 
with anyone, least of all me. That was why I was speechless for a long 
moment when she asked me to go to lunch.  Finally I gathered my wits 
enough to realize she hadn't specifically said it would be just the two 
of us, no matter what my fantasies told me to believe.

"Sure!" I gulped, "Who else is going?"

"Just me!" she laughed, but even to me, it sounded a little forced.

Instead of going to one of the places nearby, we drove across town to a 
little Italian place she knew.  She didn't speak on the way, except to 
give directions, and by the time we got seated, my curiosity was killing me.

I guess neither of us was very hungry. She ordered the minestrone, 
saying it was the best in the city, but that it was a meal by itself, 
and I followed her lead.

The soup was, indeed, delicious, but after the first spoonful, I didn't 
taste much of it.

"You're recently divorced," she began "aren't you Luke?"

"Yeah, two months." I could have added 'five days, one hour, and 
twenty-seven minutes.' but thought that a little melodramatic, even when 
it was done on TV.

"Did you ever cheat on your wife, Luke?" she stared at me intently as 
she asked that.

"No." was all I said.  My curiosity was still itching, but I wasn't real 
comfortable with questions about my divorce.

"Have you dated anyone since?" still staring.

"No." I was getting a little tense.  Even someone as well liked as Tina 
could step over the line. "What's with all the questions? Do you work 
for my wife's lawyer or something?"

"No, Luke!" she was taken aback, obviously not having considered how her 
questions might be construed. "Nothing like that! It's just, well... You 
know I recently got married, right?"

Actually, I had met Barry Radcliffe a couple of times when he came to 
pick her up at the office. An enormous bear of a man who made my 
six-two, two hundred pounds look like the original ninety pound 
weakling.  He also seemed to be one of the kindest, gentlest men on the 
face of the earth.  One of those big men who have nothing to prove, and 
instead try to be careful that their size doesn't unintentionally hurt 
or intimidate those around them. When he shook my hand he was careful 
not to apply too much pressure, though I felt he could have crushed my 
hand without trying.

"Yeah, I've met your husband." I replied, "Nice guy.  You could have 
done a lot worse."

She smiled warmly, which answered any questions I might have had about 
the relationship going south, and said, "Yes he is, isn't he? Barry is 
the most thoughtful, kindest person I know, and well..."

Her face screwed up into an expression I'd never seen on it before.

"Look, Luke." she put her delicate hand over mine, "there's no easy way 
to ask this, and I'm going to have to tell you some very private things 
before I do, so I've got to ask you, please, to never tell anyone about 
this conversation."

Her eyes pled her case more eloquently than her words, but I would never 
have done anything to hurt or embarrass her anyway.  I think most of the 
guys felt that way about Tina.

"Sure, Tina." I replied, as sincerely as I could, "Now what's the big deal?"

She crumbled her breadstick to powder, staring at me without really 
seeing me, before she found the words to answer.

"Do you find me attractive, Luke?" she said, "I mean, sexually?"

I kind of smiled out the corner of my mouth, "I think all the guys, 
possibly even Mario, and about half the women in that office find you 
sexually attractive, Tina, and I'm no exception."

Mario was blatantly gay, and made no bones about flirting with all the 
guys in the office. We put up with it the same way Tina put up with us - 
as long as there was no inappropriate touching or other 'over the line' 
behavior, it was just good-natured teasing. Mario got his work done and 
done well, so nobody had any complaints.

Tina had the grace to blush at my answer, and having finished off the 
breadstick, started shredding her napkin.

"Would you like to have sex with me?" she said softly, not looking at 
me, "Before you answer, you should know that there's a catch."

Her eyes flashed upward to mine as she finished speaking.

"The answer, of course," I replied, in what I hoped was a calm voice, 
"is yes, but I'd have to know about the catch before I'd agree."

"That's fair enough." she picked another microscopic piece off the edge 
of the napkin. "You've met Barry, so you know how big he is. Well, he's 
big where you can't see, too. Really big!"

Her eyes found mine again, pleading for understanding, "Too big for 
someone my size!"

"I kinda wondered about that when I first met him," I replied, "but what 
does it have to do with me?"

"That's where it gets complicated, Luke." she tore another piece off. 
"See, Barry and I love each other very much, but there's no way he's 
ever going to be able to make love to me the way he wants, or the way I 
want."

"We tried everything." She sighed forlornly, "I bought a bunch of 
dildoes in different sizes, and we both tried using them to stretch me. 
  I even thought if I could stretch my anus enough he'd be able get in 
there, but it was no use.  It's one thing say 'look, if a baby can come 
out there, then surely it can be stretched enough to accommodate a mere 
penis!', but it's quite another to make it work.  Barry's a little over 
seven feet tall, and I'm just under five feet.  I don't know how we 
thought it was going to work, but it doesn't."

"We thought about having an 'open' marriage, but the idea didn't really 
appeal to either of us.  We thought about maybe bringing in another 
woman - one who was bisexual but big enough to handle Barry.  We even 
tried it once, but it just didn't work for me, and Barry was so 
concerned about me, he didn't get much out of it, either.  We thought 
about another couple who might want to swap, but finding just the right 
couple with the right physical characteristics, who would be both 
discreet and compatible with us was an impossible task."

Tina destroyed some more of the napkin and took a sip of her iced tea 
before continuing.

"Barry and I had just about decided that mutual masturbation and oral 
sex were about as close as we were ever going to get to consumating our 
marriage," she continued, swiping idly at the beads of condensation on 
the outside of her glass, "when Barry mentioned that, in college, he had 
gotten so desperate that he had gone to bed with his roommate.  Seems 
the roommate was a fairly adventurous sort who didn't care which sex he 
slept with.  Anyway, while it wasn't the deep, lasting relationship 
Barry craved, he did say that it was so nice finding someone who could 
handle his size, that he had screwed the roommate for the rest of the 
semester."

I was beginning to get a glimmer of where this might be going, and to my 
surprise, while my mind was playing denial games, my cock was standing 
at attention!

"And so...?" I prompted, not really sure I wanted to hear the answer.

"So we thought it might work to bring in another guy." she replied, her 
eyes burning into mine, "One whom we both like and respect, with an open 
mind and a closed mouth, who might be willing to help us out with our 
little dilemma."

I returned her gaze, my heart thumping in my chest, and said, "I think I 
know where you're going with this, but I need you to spell it out for 
me, Tina."

She clearly hoped to avoid having to do that, but she shrugged, took a 
deep breath and leaned over the table to speak in a very low voice.

"We want you, Luke," she said, "to sleep with us. To have sex with both 
of us. To be my surrogate husband, and Barry's surrogate wife."

I exhaled noisily, not having realized I was holding my breath.

"I don't know, Tina." I said, "I mean, I'm pretty open minded about sex, 
and I'd love to have the chance to make love to you.  The few times I've 
met Barry, I liked and respected him, too. I've even experimented with 
bisexuality and enjoyed it, but if Barry's as big as you say he is, I'm 
just not sure I can handle him..."

She took my hand in both of hers and once again her gaze burned into 
mine. "Barry is the gentlest man alive, Luke.  He would never do 
anything to harm anyone, unless they tried to hurt someone he loves. 
Please, just come over tonight and have dinner with us, and we'll play 
it by ear from there, okay?"

How could I refuse? Tina had pulled my ass through a lot of tough 
assignments at work, always insisting that it was a team effort, and 
refusing to take credit for her individual part of it. The very least I 
could do was give the only favor she'd ever asked of me a fair hearing.

I was quaking inside when I replied, "I guess that can't hurt.  Uh, what 
time?"

I don't think Emily Post ever covered this situation in her books, so I 
winged it and brought a nice bottle of wine.  To my horror, Barry opened 
the door, looking like a giant as he ducked his head beneath the 
doorframe to shake my hand.  As usual, he was careful not to crush my 
hand, and the warmth of his greeting put me a little more at ease.

"Luke!" he boomed, though I got the impression he was trying to moderate 
his tone somewhat, "I was afraid you wouldn't show! Please, come in!"

"Hey, Barry." I fumbled, "Uh, I guess Tina's talked to you about our 
conversation this afternoon?"

"Well, actually," Barry said, taking the wine and handing me an open 
beer, "we discussed it before she talked to you. We kinda sorted through 
all the people we knew, and you floated to the top. Not only did I like 
you when I met you, but Tina has always spoken well of you, even before 
we got into this discussion.  Look, Luke, I know this is an awkward 
situation, okay?  I have no idea how this evening's going to turn out, 
but I really want to thank you for at least giving us a hearing."

I felt my ears flush, since, to be honest, I had stood outside that door 
for a long time before deciding to actually ring the bell.

I took the seat he offered and sipped from the beer, almost choking on 
it as Tina swept into the room in clingy, form-fitting dress that showed 
clearly that she wore nothing underneath. I stood again, and she came to 
me, hugging me warmly.

"Thank you so much for coming tonight, Luke!" she said earnestly. "I 
know this is not an easy thing to be asked to do, and I appreciate you 
at least coming to hear us out!"

The meal was simple and delicious - leg of lamb pierced with slivers of 
garlic, steamed vegetables, and saffron rice. Tina refused to let us 
talk about anything important - work, or the 'other thing' - during 
dinner.  After coffee, and a superb slice of homemade cheesecake, Barry 
poured snifters of an excellent cognac, Tina dimmed the lights and lit 
candles, and settled beside me on the sofa. Barry sat in the overstuffed 
chair facing us.

Soft music played on the stereo, and the atmosphere, though charged with 
sexuality, was mellow, flowing.

I had been relaxed by the end of the meal, but now the tension started 
to creep into my shoulders again, despite the atmosphere and soothing 
music. I still had not decided how far I was willing to go with this.

Tina, I could sense, was also nervous. It's not like there are 
instruction books on how to seduce a man when your husband's in the room 
- especially when the guy in question knows that, sooner or later, the 
husband's going to be joining in.

Taking the bull by the horns, and encouraged, I suppose, by the fact 
that I hadn't bolted yet, Tina stood and let the slinky fabric of the 
dress slip slowly down her body to puddle around her feet. It wasn't so 
much sexy as sensual, but when it was done, she stood modestly crossing 
an arm over her breasts, while a hand shielded her V.

Her gaze darting back and forth between Barry and I, Tina slowly, shyly, 
let her hands drop, her face burning with embarrassment.

"This is what you get, Luke," she almost whispered, "if you decide to 
accept our proposal."

I stared, and swallowed hard. Tina's body was nothing short of 
perfection, to my way of thinking. Her moderately sized breasts stood 
high and firm on her chest, and the way her smoothly fleshed belly 
filled the insubstantial span of her waist and the flaring basket of her 
pelvis was breathtaking.

I could think of nothing to say, and felt myself, foolishly, swallow 
again. She turned pleading eyes to her husband, who, in the way of most 
guys I'd known, went about trying to end her embarrassment and get to a 
resolution of the current situation as directly as possible. It didn't 
make him a great salesman, but it was an attitude to which I could relate.

Quickly, matter of factly, as if preparing for a workout, Barry stripped 
off his own clothing, draping shirt and trousers more or less neatly 
over the arms of his chair. I guess the very sight of his wife's body 
was enough to excite him, because, when he turned, his muscular loins 
sprouted a more formidable weapon even than my imagination had given him!

'A fucking HORSE would be proud of THAT cock!' I told myself.

"And this," he said, almost apologetically, waving a hand at his groin, 
"is the price of admission."

I sat there, stunned at the vision they presented. 'My God!' I thought, 
'No wonder she can't take him!'

Barry stood a good two feet taller than his wife, and that unimaginably 
huge pole protruding from his loins, looked as though it would have 
punctured her lungs, even if she'd been capable of accepting the shaft 
that was as big around as my forearm!

I stared in awe at the tableau before me, and wondered if even my six 
foot two inch frame could find room for that enormous cudgel. For some 
reason, though, now that I saw it, it seemed less fearsome and became 
something more akin to an engineering problem! I've been told that I'm 
equipped well enough to make a living in adult movies, but my pride and 
joy looked like a toothpick next to Barry's monster!

They both stared at me expectantly, and I knew the next move was mine, 
but I still wasn't sure which way to go, and I returned Tina's stare 
with a pleading look.  As if coming out of a trance, Tina started, then 
reached for the drawer in the end table.

"Maybe this will help, Luke." she said softly.

I looked into the open drawer, and suddenly my mind was made up.

"Tina," I said, "you know I think the world of you, and I have the 
greatest respect for you, Barry..."

Their faces fell as I continued, "...but this is a hard thing to ask of 
me.  I've only had one other bi-sexual experience, and the other guy was 
smaller than me."

Barry's arms went protectively around his wife as they waited for me to 
finish.

"So what I need to be sure of, is that you'll take a lot of time with 
these," I waved at the assortment of dildoes of various sizes displayed 
in the drawer, "before you try to put that monster into me..."

Tina gave a short laugh as the tension drained out of her, and Barry's 
shoulders lost their rigidity as he said, "Of course, Luke. We know how 
much we're asking of you, and we'll take as much time as you need."

They stood there awkwardly for a long moment, and I could think of 
nothing else to say.

Finally Tina broke the silence, saying, "This will be a LOT easier if 
you take your clothes off, too, Luke."

"Oh, uh, of course!" I flushed in embarrassment and started in on my 
shirt buttons.

Tina knelt to undo my belt and begin removing my trousers.

When I was undressed, Tina led me to the coffee table.  Gently, she 
guided me onto my back and straddled my head, settling her sweetly 
fragrant pussy lightly on my face.  I took the hint and put my tongue to 
work. Barry raised my legs, and for a moment I feared that he had 
forgotten his promise. Tina took my mind off what Barry was doing by 
capturing my soft cock within the warm, wet confines of her lovely 
mouth, and Barry merely used a finger to lubricate my passage.  Of 
course, one of his fingers made a fair-sized cock all by itself, so I 
was glad that he eased it in as gently as he could.

"Just try to relax, Luke." Barry's basso profundo was somehow soothing, 
all by itself, "I'll take it very slow and easy."

Barry's finger was followed by a small dildo, and I began to relax, 
realizing that he would do nothing to harm me.

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, the three of us made langorous 
love on the coffee table, knowing that the main event was yet to come, 
but with no need to hasten its arrival. My newly awakened staff found a 
home in Tina's mouth and throat, as my lips and tongue did their best to 
make her furry slit welcome upon my face. I won't claim not to have felt 
any pain as Barry introduced larger and larger dildoes into my tender 
rectum, but mostly, it was mild stretching to accommodate the wider 
girth of each new shaft.  At some point, as the artificial phalluses 
gained length, I became aware of cramping and shifting deep within me, 
but the sheer reality of being penetrated so deeply only added to my 
arousal.

Again Barry soothed me, saying, "You're almost there, Luke."

As the last and largest of the practice dicks seated fully inside me, 
Tina added urgency to her oral ministrations and allowed the passion to 
build. Barry began sliding that enormous plastic cock smoothly in and 
out of me, and my own lingual manipulation of Tina's delicate sex 
increased in intensity to match theirs.

In a very short time, Tina and I both shot over the edge as Barry 
impaled me completely on that huge artificial shaft! The extra 
stimulation of the dildo rubbing across my prostate made me feel as 
though I would never stop pumping! Tina, for her part, went rigid above 
me, slamming her pelvis repeatedly into my lips and tongue, moaning 
around my shaft as her climax overtook her.

Barry left the dildo inside me as we rested, moving it slowly back and 
forth.  The plastic had warmed to the temperature of my body, and now 
felt strangely comforting. Tina never allowed me to slip from her mouth, 
either. As we lay there, slowly, gently, she coaxed me back to erection, 
and I did my best to return her to a state of arousal.

When, once more, my reawakened shaft was sliding deeply into her throat, 
Tina rose and gently helped me stand.  It was strange and a little 
uncomfortable moving around with that giant phallus inside me, but I 
understood the need, and was grateful for its presence.

"Can you walk, Luke?" Tina asked softly.

I took a few steps, noticing that my toes were pointed inward for some 
reason, and though I'd describe the motion more as a waddle than a walk, 
I nodded and croaked, "I think so..."

Barry stayed in the background as Tina led me to their bedroom, one hand 
on my arm, the other on the end of the dildo.  Gingerly, trying not to 
put too much pressure on the base of the dildo, I reclined on the bed in 
response to Tina's guiding hands.

Again I lay on my back and my legs were pushed up toward my shoulders. 
This time, however, Tina straddled my hips with her back to me, and 
lowered her tiny, tight pussy onto my rampant shaft. It took her some 
time to accommodate my size, and I began more fully to appreciate the 
level of desperation that had brought the two of them to consider this 
radical solution to their problem.

When, finally, she had me fully inside her, Tina reclined onto the backs 
of my legs and beckoned her husband to join us. With some trepidation, I 
felt the plastic dildo slide from within me, and the soft, warm, 
slippery plum of Barry's lubricated cock nestled into the gaping crater 
of my once tight orifice.

"Okay," he boomed softly, "easy does it, Luke...!"

There was still some stretching, and he reached even further into me 
than the largest dildo, but the warmth and soft/hardness of him felt 
wonderful after the hard plastic.  Barry's lips found Tina's and they 
kissed passionately as, with a deep, soulful groan, he sank all the way 
into me.

"Oooh, baby!" he said softly, "It's almost like I'm really inside you!"

"Me too, honey!" Tina cooed, wriggling on my shaft, "I'm stretched 
enough to feel like it's you!"

As Tina's arms and legs wrapped around her husband's body, my role 
became crystal clear.  I was to be the conduit of their love for each 
other, my body little more than a size adapter to allow these mismatched 
lovers, finally, to consumate their marriage.

I had no time to contemplate the ramifications of that revelation as the 
physical sensations took over my consciousness.  Barry's long, thick 
prod slid relentlessly in and out of my body and Tina screwed 
passionately back at him. Even though it was my cock that received the 
benefit of her efforts.  Her small, tight orifice grasped and stroked my 
shaft, and I discovered quickly that my body responded to her passion, 
and his, even though I was merely an agent for their mutual pleasure!

Each of Barry's thrusts drove my cock into Tina's body as he pulled her 
to him.  Each time he withdrew, she slid upward, releasing most of my 
shaft.  All of this was recorded by one part of my brain while the rest 
of me drowned in the sensation.  It didn't matter that Tina was the real 
object of Barry's passion - I was the one receiving it directly, 
incredibly, deeply!

Nor did it matter that Barry was the focus of Tina's passion. My rampant 
member was the one slipping deeply into her clinging wetness, bumping 
into, then sliding off of her cervix with each of her husband's lustful 
lunges! As surreal as the situation seemed, I could not deny the 
improbably erotic feelings it invoked within me!

Barry was in the driver's seat, of course, and he drove us both toward 
the brink with the sheer, awesome power of his passion! My guts churned, 
slipping and sliding to make room for his monstrous tool with each 
penetration, while Tina absorbed the erotic energy from both of us, and 
re-radiated it tenfold as her tiny body writhed and moaned between us!

"I'm almost there, baby!" Barry rasped.

"Oooh, yeah!" Tina cried, "I'm getting there too!"

I started to cast my ballot for cumming as well, but felt that it might 
be an intrusion into a private conversation, so I settled for a guttural 
moan.

Tentatively, not sure if I might be trespassing, I slid a hand down 
Tina's belly, searching for, and finally finding the slippery little bud 
of her clit. Trespass or not, Tina made no objection as her movements 
became more urgent! Whether Barry understood why or not, he responded by 
increasing the speed and power of his thrusts into Tina/me!

I wouldn't have believed anything could penetrate that deeply into my 
intestines, but Barry's urgent, insistent lunges drove him impossibly 
far up my fundament! When his release came, I felt an incredible sense 
of heat deep within me.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" He roared as he spewed into me.

My reaction was delayed only long enough for my brain to realize what my 
body already knew, and my own love potion erupted deep in Tina's already 
spasming body! When she felt my discharge, Tina's voice rose in a 
high-pitched scream that quickly surpassed the range of my hearing, 
though I imagined dogs from miles around flocking to the sound of that 
supersonic shrilling!  Tina's body went rigid between us and her body's 
grip on my cock tightened until I thought it would squeeze the blood out 
of my erection!

Barry's fountain finally slowed, as did mine, and Tina collapsed 
gasping, atop me.  It was several minutes, though, before we could move. 
The intervening time was punctuated by aftershocks as a minor twitch 
from any of us would send the others into tremors of their own.

Eventually, Barry dragged his huge frame up, and began the long, slow 
process of sliding out of me - an act that left me feeling empty and 
vulnerable for some reason.  Tina, then, disengaged herself from me, but 
before I could rise, she captured my lips in a soul-searing kiss, and 
whispered "Stay the night?"

I gazed into her eyes and realized that not quite all of her passion had 
been for Barry.  When I raised my eyes to his face, I knew that he 
realized it as well, and, incredibly, a slow, welcoming smile split his 
features. I nodded and accepted his extended hand to help me up.

Into the silence, another situation that Emily Post had never covered, I 
finally said, "Anyone for another BLT?"

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