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Stephanie (mff)
By Scott Tracy
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Terry was my first and only lover until that week that Stephanie 
visited.

I had met Terry in college and we married shortly after graduation.  
Terry had wanted to get physically intimate much earlier in our 
relationship, but I insisted that we wait until our wedding night.  In 
the end, I finally gave into Terry's desire and we consummated our 
relationship three weeks before the wedding.  Terry insisted that the 
last thing I needed was to have the pressure of the wedding night 
hanging over my head throughout the wedding day.  As it turns out, I 
think she was probably right.  However, I still felt that it was wrong.  

I have to admit, once we were married, I couldn't keep my hands off 
Terry.  At first, Terry thought it was sweet, and she did her best to 
keep me satisfied.  But my desire for her was like a fire that could not 
be quenched.  And, after a time, my near constant sexual demands began 
to wear on her.  So, by the second year of marriage, Terry was begging 
me to restrain my sexual demands and adopt a more "reasonable" approach 
to sex and sexuality.  

For the next couple years, I struggled with sex and our sexual 
relationship.  On the one hand, I could understand Terry's desire not to 
fuck morning, noon and night.  However, I didn't think it was 
unreasonable to want to play sexually every day or so.  I mean, fucking 
is fun, and I had waited nearly twenty-two years to start enjoying that 
fun.  In my mind, I had a little catching up to do.

Over time, I became very frustrated with Terry's resistance to my sexual 
advances.  While my internal sex drive compelled me to seek some form of 
release, I increasing found myself taking matters into my own hands.  
Terry actually seemed relieved by this as it reduced the pressure I was 
placing on her to play with me sexually.  As a result, I began 
developing an extensive "library" of fantasies to arouse me to orgasm 
during masturbation.  I can't say that I wouldn't have wondered what it 
was like to have sex with someone other than Terry had fantasies not 
become a mainstay of my sexual diet.  But the fact that I was 
masturbating four to six times more often than I was having intercourse 
with Terry virtually guaranteed that my fantasy life would become as 
important to me as my real sex life with Terry.

The objects of my fantasies were almost invariably women that I knew or 
with whom I had contact.  There was the divorced woman down the street.  
I developed a lengthy fantasy concerning her stopping by to borrow 
something innocent leading to a passionate quickie.  In another fantasy, 
I and a married co-worker engaged in mutual masturbation leading to 
intercourse while on a business trip.  In yet another favorite fantasy, 
I was seduced by a young school girl intent upon selling school candy.  
I wasn't proud of these fantasies or the fact that I had to resort to 
them for sexual satisfaction.  Yet, I saw no practical alternative.

Terry noticed the changes in me sexually.  By the seventh year of our 
marriage, she no longer complained when I approached her sexually.  
Instead, she started expressing her desire that I approach her more 
often.  She also became more proactive with regard to sex and sexuality.  
One day she even encouraged me to share some of my fantasies with her so 
that she could help act them out.  Our sex life improved dramatically 
thereafter.  And, surprisingly, she seemed genuinely interested in my 
fantasies and not at all threatened by them.  As I became more and more 
comfortable with her (and certain that she wouldn't take offense), my 
desire to explore more of these fantasies with her in greater and 
greater detail increased.  

Surprisingly, I found myself not only excited by fantasies of my own 
infidelity, but also excited by fantasies of her infidelity.  I loved to 
hear her tell stories of sexual trysts with past lovers.  For whatever 
reason, the thought of watching her being fucked by another man became 
intensely erotic to me.  At one point, merely imagining the look of her 
cum soaked pussy after a good fucking by some stranger was all I needed 
to get me off.

Of course, all of these thoughts of marital infidelity conflicted with 
my religious up bringing.  I reconciled my feelings of guilt with the 
knowledge that Terry was a willing participant in these fantasies and 
that none of it was actually real.

Then, one day, Terry broached the subject of turning some of our 
fantasies of infidelity into realities.  She asked if I had any interest 
in bringing another woman to bed with us.  Now, having experienced but 
one pussy in my life, I was (of course) very interested in the idea of 
fucking another woman.  But, I couldn't quite bring myself to admit it 
either to myself or to Terry.  So, I told her that I really wanted to 
keep our fantasy life just that, fantasies.

For several days thereafter, I roundly beat myself about my head and 
shoulders regretting that I hadn't taken Terry more seriously.  But, the 
moment had passed and there really wasn't an opportunity to raise the 
matter again.  Well, at least I didn't feel comfortable doing so having 
previously rejected the idea.

Then, Stephanie entered the picture.  Stephanie was one of Terry's 
oldest and dearest friends.  They had grown up together but had drifted 
apart for a time because of Stephanie's marriage to some asshole in 
California.  When the marriage ended, Stephanie once again contacted 
Terry and their relationship took up almost exactly where it had left 
off.

Now, Terry told me that Stephanie had been a bit of a tramp in her 
youth.  She certainly had the body for it.  I first met her at our 
wedding.  And she was definitely a real looker at twenty-two.  Though 
she was short for my taste (around 5 ft 6 in.) she had the cutest face, 
nicely proportioned hips, the tightest ass, and a couple grapefruit 
sized breasts.  She knew how to dress to accentuate her richly auburn 
hair and wear make-up to set off her deep brown eyes.  She had several 
of the men in the wedding party lusting after her skirt and, as I 
learned later from my best man, she had given in to pleasing more than 
one of the ushers.

Following her divorce, Stephanie had settled in Seattle.  And, as luck 
would have it, I had a business reason to travel to Seattle about a year 
ago.  Terry tagged along and we stayed over a couple days to spend some 
time with Stephanie.

Though she was noticeably older than when I had first met her, she still 
easily qualified as eye candy.  Her as was as tight as ever although her 
breasts we not quite as pert as they once were.  But, even though she 
was extremely easy on the eyes, her love life was completely in the 
toilet.  I don't think she really knew what she was looking for to 
start.  And I think that was the real reason for her troubles.  Still, 
she was convinced that she couldn't compete with the younger, more eager 
women that she found occupying the club scene.

Whatever the reasons for her frustrations, they were real and evident.  
She was horny.

For a couple months after our visit, I fantasized about fucking her.  I 
shared these fantasies with Terry who was eager to act them out.  
However, as is often the case with me, after a couple months I moved on 
to another fantasy object.  Soon Stephanie was forgotten.

Then, two weeks ago, Terry announced that Stephanie would be in town for 
a visit.  I silently wondered if Stephanie had been successful in 
finding someone to fuck her.  But, instead of asking what was really on 
my mind, I instead asked Terry how long Stephanie would be staying with 
us.  Terry's response satisfied both my spoken and unspoken inquires.  
She told me that Stephanie would be in town for a few days and that she 
was hoping to find one of her old boyfriends to fuck her royally.

I began imagining what it would be like to make love to another woman, 
especially one as sexually experience and horny as Stephanie.  Terry 
must have sensed my interest because she started asking me questions 
about Stephanie.  I tried to hide my physical excitement, but I must 
have been completely transparent.  Terry looked me in the eye and asked 
me straight out if I wanted to fuck Stephanie.

At first, I denied any interest.  But, my body gave my true feelings 
away.  Though my brain and mouth were once again rejecting the notion of 
extramarital sex, my cock was straining to escape my pants. 

Terry stroked my cock telling me how much fun she thought it would be to 
see me fuck her friend.  The more she spoke, the more I gave into the 
fantasy.  At some point Terry pushed down my pajamas and mounted my 
member.  All I remember of that moment is how unbelievably wet Terry was 
and wondering how Stephanie's pussy might feel in comparison.  I came 
very quickly, as did Terry.  Then as I lay under her, Terry began 
quietly and forcefully rubbing her mons pubis against my thigh bringing 
herself to a second and greatly more powerful orgasm.

Any doubt about whether Terry was "really" turned on by the thought of 
my infidelity had been erased.  It was clear that she was ready to open 
up our marriage bed.  And, I knew that the thought of fucking Stephanie 
was a complete turn on for me, too.  But, I was still a little concerned 
about how I would feel after the deed had been done.

The exhaustion of the evening's activities overtook us both before we 
could really talk about what had happened.  The next morning I awoke to 
discovery that Terry had left for an early morning meeting.  So, it 
wasn't until that evening that we had a chance to talk about what had 
happen.  

I arrived home to the smell of a delightful meal and the most incredibly 
awkward silence imaginable.  I simply didn't know where to start.  
Thankfully, Terry did.

"Have you given any more thought to Stephanie since last night?"  She 
asked, over her cup of coffee.

My cock stiffened in my pants.  Here we were sitting down to dinner, 
talking about infidelity like some people discuss the weather.

"It's been hard to think of anything else all day."

"Are you really interested?" She asked slowly, her eyes searching for a 
response in the lines of my face.

"Yes," I responded slowly, meeting her gaze.  "Are you?" 

"Yes," she answered smiling broadly.  

I could feel a drop of pre-cum ooze from my cock and dampen my 
underwear.

"Well, this is all very exciting, you and I deciding to do it with 
Stephanie," I said, dryly.  "However, Stephanie probably won't be 
interested in joining us at all."

"Oh, you couldn't be more wrong," Terry countered, sliding into the seat 
beside me.  Slowly she started rubbing the head of my cock through the 
woolen fabric of my slacks.  "She is so excited at the prospect of 
fucking you that she coming out early for the visit.  She's going to be 
here tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I repeated in stunned monotone.

"Yep," she replied.  "She was so excited about the prospect of really 
getting laid that she said she simply had to accelerate her travel 
plans.  She called me back about an hour ago to tell me that she had 
booked her reservations.  She's arriving tomorrow mid afternoon.  I'll 
pick her up at the airport.  So, we'll be waiting for you tomorrow night 
when you get home from work."  

With that I shot my man load all over the inside of my pants.

"Ooh, it looks like Timmy's been a bad, bad boy," Terry said is a 
slightly mocking tone, "making a big old mess all over his pants."

We fucked three times that evening.  I swear that I had never had so 
much sex in the space of 24 hours.  Still, I was very excited at the 
prospect of what the next 24 hours might have in store.  

The next morning, Terry once again left the house before I awoke.  A 
note on the dining room table advised me that no more orgasms were 
permitted until that evening and that I should try to be home by 6:00 
p.m., if possible.  I thought to myself that this would be one night 
that she didn't have to worry about me working late.

While at work, I tried to remain focused, but it was impossible.  Of 
course, I had yet to see Stephanie nude.  But that didn't stop me from 
fantasizing about what her body would look like.  From how she trimmed 
her pubic hair to the subtle shape of the underside of her breasts, my 
mind filled in any gaps my memory provided.  I found myself having to 
continuously hide my partial erection throughout the day.  Thankfully, I 
spend most of my day at a desk.  However, there were a couple of very 
uncomfortable group meetings that I had to attend.  All in all, I could 
barely contain my sexual energy--or my semen-- throughout the last two 
hours of the afternoon.  

So preoccupied was I with the events to come, that I nearly ran into two 
different cars on my ride home from work.  I pulled into the driveway 
and turned off the ignition.  As I removed the keys from the steering 
column, they jingled like chimes in a stiff wind.  My hands were 
shaking, my palms sweating.  If I could only manage to hold it together 
long enough to make it in the door.

I opened the car door and extended one leg.  My rock hard cock pressed 
visibly against my slacks.  Ten steps to go, I thought.  I can do this.

Terry met me as I came to the door.

"Hi hun," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Hi lover," I responded, glancing about the living room.

"Oh, Stephanie's in the guest room.  We just got back from the airport 
ourselves.  She is getting unpacked and cleaned up from the trip.  Maybe 
you'd like to do the same before dinner."

I took Terry suggestion and headed to our bedroom.  I decided to splash 
some water on my face, brush my teeth, run the razor over my chin, and 
sprits a little cologne on my chest.  When I returned to the kitchen, 
Stephanie was there.  I had never really looked at her as a prospective 
lover.  So, I had really never noticed how completely sexy she is.

She was wearing a satiny top with shorts.  I could tell that a lacey bra 
was straining under that top to contain her full, round, firm breasts.  
Her own excitement at the moment was betrayed by her nipples which were 
fully erect and on display. 

Her hair, still as deeply auburn as I remembered, was longer and 
gathered into a ponytail.  As a result, her strikingly angular jaw and 
chin were given greater emphasis.  On her ears hung two golden dangle 
earrings accented with what looked like dark red garnets on their ends.  
Her lips, not too pout, were painted a color clearly intended to match 
that of the garnets on her ears.  

But, it was her eyes that literally stopped me in my tracks.  Though 
dark brown in color, they danced and sparkled with both energy and 
intensity.  More than any other feature; it was her eyes that conveyed, 
in unmistakable terms, her passion and desire for the evening's planned 
events.

I really did not know how to approach her.  How do you greet the women 
who you plan to take as your second sexual partner?  How do you greet 
the woman with whom you expect to make love in front of your wife?  Are 
a hug and a kiss on the cheek proper etiquette?   

Stephanie saved me from the embarrassing moment by coming around the 
table to meet me.  She took my hands and exclaimed, "Let me look at you!  
It is so brutally unfair, Terry.  As we age, we get older.  As men age, 
they get sexier!"

With that, she gave me a great big hug, allowing me a few moments to 
sample her perfume.  Then she gave me a friendly kiss-more than a peck, 
but not so much that our tongues became best friends.  Then she broke 
the embrace and returned to her seat at the table.

I don't know if I expected an orgy to break out spontaneously on the 
kitchen floor or what?  But, nothing like that happened.  Instead, we 
settled down to a nice evening meal, and made small talk catching up on 
the last year of our lives.  

We learned that Stephanie had been promoted to a new position within her 
company and that she was now responsible for a territory running up and 
down the eastern seaboard.  As a result of her promotion, she would be 
visiting the coast at least once a quarter into the foreseeable future.  
Terry was very pleased to here that we might be seeing a good deal more 
of Stephanie.

As we finished our meal, I began to consider how our friendly, polite 
conversation would transition into an evening of carnal lust.  However, 
before I had a chance to give the question much thought, Stephanie 
surprised me by taking the very direct approach.

As Terry was serving the after dinner coffee, Stephanie casually looked 
up from her cup and asked, "So, Terry, are you absolutely certain that 
you want to watch me fuck Tim."  

For whatever reason, hearing such a deeply naughty question pass so 
matter-of-factly from her lips was a complete turn-on (as though 
everything about the evening wasn't enough of a turn on).

"Oh, absolutely.  I've thought of little else for the last two days.  
Just having you ask the question has me completely wet and weak in the 
knees," replied my lovely wife.

Stephanie turned her attention to me.  "And you Tim, are you absolutely 
certain that you are going to be OK having sex with me in front of 
Terry?"

"If it is OK with Terry, I would absolutely love to take you as my 
second lover ever," I responded.  As I spoke the words, a flood of pre-
cum flowed from the head of my cock.

"You mean you were a virgin when you met Terry?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes."

"Terry, you didn't tell me that," Stephanie chided.

"I didn't think of it."

"Well," Stephanie said, rising from her seat and walking over to me.  
"This is going to be a very special evening then indeed."

With that, she took my hand a led me towards the center hallway of the 
house.

"Terry, do you still want us to retire to your bedroom for fun and 
games?"  Stephanie asked.

"Yes, I have some candles and a chair set up so I can watch."

When we reached our bedroom, Terry set about lighting a number of 
candles around the room.  Their cinnamon fragrance rose into the air.  
Stephanie led me to the bed and had me sit on the edge.  Then she bent 
over taking my face into her hands and gave me a long, deep, passionate 
kiss.

"Tim," she said, "I have been looking forward to this evening for a very 
long time.  I first started thinking about you as a possible lover well 
over a year ago.  I want you to know that we will be fucking a great 
deal over the next several days, and that I know that you will have many 
opportunities to please me.  However, tonight is your night.  When you 
feel the urge to cum, I want you to let go and let the passion flow over 
you.  Do not worry about lasting a long time or pleasing me.  That will 
come later, I promise."

With that, she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse.  By this time, 
Terry had taken her seat in a chair that we kept in the corner of our 
bedroom.  Stephanie allowed the top to slide down her shoulders exposing 
a frilly black bra.

After removing her own top, Stephanie pulled my shirt from within the 
waste of my pants and pulled it over the top of my head.  As my head 
passed through the neck of the shirt, Stephanie again kissed me hard on 
the lips, her tongue reaching into my own mouth to find a willing dance 
partner.  We embraced for just a moment as we continued the deep kiss.  
Not only did Stephanie feel very different in my arms than Terry, she 
also smelled and tasted very different.  I came to appreciate that 
different could be very nice.

As Stephanie broke our embrace, she took hold of the waste of my pants.  
She unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants and gently unzipped my fly.  She 
silently urged me to stand as my pants fell down around my ankles.  She 
removed my shoes and socks and slid my pants from my legs.

She then slid her fingers under the elastic of the waistband of my 
briefs and gently urged them down my legs as well.  My cock came 
springing back up hard against my stomach as it was released from the 
confines of my briefs.  Then with a gesture, Stephanie had me sit down 
once again upon our marriage bed.

"Your cock is very large and beautiful," she told me, as she began 
pulling at the buttons of her shorts.  "I bet that it is very tasty, 
too."  

"I'm afraid that if you try to find out how it tastes, your efforts will 
be immediately rewarded with a boatload of my cream."

"I see nothing wrong with that," she replied, allowing her shorts to 
slide to the floor.  Underneath her shorts she was wearing a pair of 
black lacy panties matching her bra.  "Do, you?"

"Well..."  I started.

"Oh, I understand," she said, climbing onto the bed with me.  "You want 
to deposit that load of cream somewhere else, don't you?"  As she lay 
next to me, she slid her hand lightly up the inside of my thigh.

In the flicker of the candlelight, I could see that Terry was watching 
everything very intently.  She had removed her own top and pants and was 
fingering herself hard through her underwear.

I rolled onto my side to look Stephanie square in the face.  "Yes," I 
responded.

"And, where could that be?"  Stephanie asked in mock confusion.

"Stephanie, I want to cream your pussy so that my Terry can watch my 
seed leak out of your cunt."

I heard a muffled moan come from the corner of the room.

Gently, I ran my hand along Stephanie's shoulders and down her back 
until I reached the clasp of her bra.  One at a time I undid each of the 
hooks until the tension was released and the bra straps slid from her 
shoulders.  One at a time I took each of her breasts into my mouth 
allowing the tip of my tongue to simultaneously caress and explore the 
texture of her nipples.  She pressed her chest against me urging me to 
take her breasts even deeper into my mouth.

As my mouth played with her nipples, my hands began roaming up and down 
her legs.  Her thighs were as strong and tight as I remembered.  Gently 
my fingers traced the outline of her panties and followed the elastic of 
the leg opening around to the front.  There, I encountered a wetness 
that completely permeated the fabric all between her legs.  Through this 
wetness, my fingers traced the outline of her slit and lips.  Her lips 
seemed smaller than Terry's through the fabric.  I wonder if this was 
indeed the case.

After tracing her panties back around to her waist, I began gently 
sliding the elastic waistband down over her hips.  She raised her hips 
and ass to allow her panties to pass freely down her legs.  Then, with a 
kick, she launched them completely clear of the bed.

I licked and kissed my way from her breasts back to her mouth.  
Meanwhile my fingers returned to her pussy.  I located her clit and 
began gently massaging it.  Then, I allowed my finger to slide up and 
down her slit before lightly penetrating her folds.  Little by little, I 
slid one and then two fingers deep within her vagina.

Stephanie's hands were not idle during this time.  While I was fingering 
her pussy, she was lightly stroking my shaft and pressuring my 
prostrate.  She seemed completely able to sense the state of my arousal, 
staying safely short of an orgasmic release.

Slowly I nibbled my way down the front of her chest and stomach.  
Stephanie let out a soft sigh, shifted in the bed, and gently raised her 
knees.  As her knees came up, she spread them and her thighs wide before 
me.  I continued kissing my way down her body finally reaching her now 
gapping vagina. 

I paused a moment to take in the beauty of the sight before me and 
marvel at the physical differences between Stephanie and my wife.  Where 
Terry's pussy had a small patch of hair, Stephanie was completely clean 
shaven.  As a result, the gentle folds of flesh surrounding her now 
engorged clitoris appeared more pronounced though I knew they were 
smaller than Terry's.  Stephanie's inner lips, though swollen, did not 
protrude as much as Terry's do.  Thus, the overall appearance presented 
was that of a much younger and innocent pussy.  

I leaned forward to take a taste.  I gently ran my tongue over and 
around the folds of skin surrounding her clit, pausing momentarily to 
take her clit into my mouth with a little suck.  I allowed the taste 
buds on my tongue to gently rub the very tip of her clit then swirl 
around it in ever widening circles.  I repositioned my mouth to the 
bottom of her slit in the area between her vagina and anus.  I gently 
flicked my tongue against the "V" formed at the very bottom of her 
vagina and licked slowing and methodically up the entire length of her 
slit.  I again rested my mouth and tongue on her clitoris in preparation 
for starting the cycle all over again.

All of my senses were now fully engaged in our lovemaking.  My eyes were 
stimulated by the sight of her gapping slit and milky white thighs.  My 
ears were stimulated by the low moans that Stephanie was now 
rhythmically uttering in response to the motions of my tongue.  I could 
also hear Terry's moans and the squeaky sound of her fingers rubbing 
hard across her obviously soaking wet slit.  My nose was stimulated the 
sweet smell of our sexual conduct.  Stephanie's musky odor was decidedly 
different than Terry's.  The touch receptors on the tip of my tongue was 
helping me make a mental map of each and every nook and cranny in the 
folds of skin in and around her clit.  Finally, the tart sensing taste 
buds on the back of my tongue were savoring the varied flavors of the 
pussy fluids coating Stephanie's vaginal walls in preparation for my 
manhood's penetration.

I'd like to tell you that I had the patience necessary to bring 
Stephanie to an orgasm during that first oral encounter, but that would 
be a lie.  After only a very few minutes, my cock was demanding the 
satisfaction that it had been anticipating most of the day.  I pulled my 
mouth away from Stephanie's body.  Looking into her eyes, I repositioned 
myself over her tiny body so that my cock now lined up with her slit.  I 
could tell that I was not the only one who had been waiting for this 
moment as her eyes urged me to finish what I had started.

With my right hand, I took the head of my cock and guided it towards 
Stephanie's love canal.  As the skin on the head of my penis came into 
contact with the lubricated outer portion of her pussy lips, a shiver 
rocketed up and then down my spine.  I could feel my balls tighten and 
wondered if I'd even make it all the way in before losing my load.

Apparently sensing my discomfort and apprehension, Stephanie said, "it's 
OK Tim, you cannot disappoint me this time.  I want you to enjoy this 
moment without a care in the world.  Let your orgasm come over you and 
release you. I know that it will not be very long."

That she understood the situation was very freeing.  I slid the head of 
my cock up and down the length of her slit a couple of times.  Then, 
looking into her eyes, I brought my hips forward.  I felt the folds of 
her pussy part slightly and accept my head as if in a hearty handshake.  
The inner portion of her vagina was tight, and did not immediately open 
fully so as to completely accommodate my cock's girth.  As a result I 
had to apply a gentle pressure throughout my entry into her womanhood.  
She smiled as our mons pubis came into contact.

"There," she said smiling, "that wasn't so bad."

"I can tell my balls are primed the let loose at any moment," I told 
her.

She wrapped her legs about me and gave me a gentle squeeze.  "Them let 
them," she said.

It was at this point that I noticed Terry had left her chair and joined 
us on the bed.  She had evidently watched the start of my adultery from 
the closest possible vantage point.  However, she wasn't the focus of my 
current attention.  I had just fucked my second woman, and it felt 
wonderful.

Slowly, I started into a shallow fucking rhythm.  I gradually increased 
both the length of my strokes and the pace of my movement.  I grabbed 
Stephanie's left breast and began sucking and licking the nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good," she said in response.  "Oh, your cock feels so 
good, too."

I wanted to tell her thanks, but I was completely consumed by the sexual 
stimulation.  

"Oh, Gggaaawwwd, Oh, Oh, Oh, that's right....fuck my pussy, hard."

The tell tail tingle that had never really left my balls the entire day 
had moved to the base of my shaft.  I knew that it wouldn't be long.  
"I'm gona' cum," I said.

"Oh, do me, fill me full of your cum!" she responded.

"I'm cumming," I continued, feeling the sperm rising higher into my 
shaft.

"Oh, yea, fuck that pussy, fuck that strange woman's pussy," she 
responded.  "I want to feel my best friend's husband shoot off deep 
within my body."

That was it.  With that slight reference to my status as an adulterous 
husband, the waves of orgasmic passion came flooding over my being.  I 
remember crying out something while jamming my hips hard against her 
body, thrusting my cock as deep into her as I could reach.  

Moreover, Terry had decided to get into the act.  As my hips pressed 
forward, I felt her take my ball sack gently in her had while applying 
pressure to my prostrate gland and anus.  The pressure applied by her 
thumb substantially enhanced the normal prostrate pleasure provided by 
the muscular contractions of orgasm such that my body remained in spasm 
for a much longer period.  

I am certain that it was really a matter of seconds, but it felt like 
the orgasm extended for several minutes.  It also felt as though I had 
deposited the proverbial gallon of cum deep into her womb.  To say I was 
spent at the end would be a monumental understatement.

I collapsed across Stephanie and hugged her tightly.  But, Stephanie had 
her own ideas.  The feeling of my orgasm clearly had energized her as 
she was rubbing herself hard against my now somewhat deflated cock.  The 
reduced state of my manhood didn't seem to bother her as she rubbed and 
shook herself against me.

Since she had been vocal with me, I though maybe she'd like the same in 
return.  I decided to test the waters.

"Oh, Stephanie, you are so hot, rub that hot pussy against my cock."

"Oh yeah," she responded through tightly clinched teeth.  

Ok, I though, she like talking back.  I tried something a bit more 
daring.  

"Come on you slut, rub that used pussy hard against my cock and make it 
hard again."

"Oooohhh Yyyeeeaah!" she responded.

Good, I was moving in the right direction even though I knew it would be 
at least a little while before my cock really recovered.  Still, I 
decided to be a little more daring.

"Oh, Stephanie you are one hot fuck slut.  How does it feel to have a 
load of your best friend's husband's seed deposit deep inside your 
womb?"

Bingo.  I'd hit it.  I could tell.  Stephanie didn't need to say 
anything vocally.  Her body told the story.  With both hands, she 
grabbed firmly onto my waist and pulled me hard against her body.  Her 
legs flew high into the air with her toes curling at the ends.  Her 
mouth no longer spoke words, only a rapid "Ahhh, Ahhh, Aaahhhh" over and 
over again.  Around my cock I could feel her vagina walls pulsating and 
contracting.  In fact, the contractions force my now fully deflated cock 
out of her pussy.

After the contractions passed, she relaxed, allowing her legs to fall 
gently onto the bed.

We lay silently together on the bed, with Terry staring down between, 
Stephanie's legs.  I was a bit surprised by the fascination since I 
assumed that Terry had seen a number of other pussies before.  It did 
not dawn on me at the time that this one presented a somewhat 
significantly different view from any other that she had ever witnessed.

Noticing Terry's gaze, Stephanie repositioned herself on the bed, 
rolling her hips back slightly as she had when I was eating her.

"Are you enjoying the view, Terry?"  Stephanie asked.

"OH YEAH!" replied my wife.

What has her so fascinated, I wondered....

(End part 2)

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