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{ASS} "Oh" {Storyteller} (MF, MM, mm, swing, oral, anal, groupsex))

   This is a long story and I suggest that you download it and read it at
your leisure.  It is a work of my imagination and my daydreams.  It tells
the story of a happily married young couple and the ruse that was used to
lure them into swinging.

   This story contains mature sexual content and is not meant for underage
readers.  If you are under the age of eighteen, please read no further.

   "OH" by Storyteller

   "I'm close," she gasped into my ear.  And that was it



   "Me, too.  My toes are curling," I managed to say.  I could feel the
pressure building to a point that couldn't be sustained.  I could feel her
vagina suddenly go dry and her body trembled and I knew that she was
climaxing.  There were never many outward signs when she came.  He eyes
closed and she would shiver and let out a little "oh" and that would be
about it.  There were never any screams or shouts of "Yes.  Yes.  Fuck me
deep.  I'm cumming!!!" No ass rising off the mattress to meet my thrusts.
Just "oh" and that was it.

   She would assure me that she had orgasms and wasn't faking it.  She
appeared to be satisfied and never complained about our lovemaking.  I
chose to believe her for the sake of my ego.  I tried to vary my techniques
and I spent a considerable amount of time on foreplay in an effort to
elicit some greater passionate response.  But, nothing seemed to make any
difference and eventually I accepted the fact that this "oh" was it.

   Evie and I had been married for 6 years.  It seemed that she showed more
passion and physicality when we were dating.  She was French and we had met
overseas when I was in the Navy.  She was, and still is, a pretty, petite
thing.  She has a pretty round face and a lovely, well-proportioned body.
She was slim and had firm perfectly proportioned breasts with well-defined
nipples that would stiffen at my touch.  But, for me, the selling point was
her fantastic ass.  Oh, how I loved those firm, round cheeks.

   When we started dating, her eyes would get all misty as she stepped off
the bus and spotted me.  She would run into my arms and press herself
against me.  She would grind her pelvis against mine and would dry hump me
in front of everyone at the bus stop, while her mouth pressed against mine
and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth.  By the time we pulled
apart, I would have to keep her close in front of me as we walked through
the city in order to cover my obvious arousal.

   We would find a cheap movie theater and seat ourselves in the least
occupied part of the dingy cinema.  We weren't there for the movie.  I
didn't speak much of the language, anyway.  Evie did, but she also spoke a
delightfully accented English.

   We would begin passionate kisses and my eager hands would trace the
contours of her delightful body.  I would press her lovely breasts through
the confines of her blouse and bra and she would press herself into my
hands.  Soon the blouse would be unbuttoned and the bra opened and I could
feel her cool, alabaster breasts in my hot hands.  I could feel her nipples
harden as my fingers brushed against them.  I would take the little pink,
hard nub between my thumb and forefinger and gently roll it.  She would
moan and her hand would begin to open the fly on my trousers.  I would moan
as I felt her fingers work through my jockey shorts and grasp my hardening
penis.  Her small hand wrapped around my cock and she stroked it as it grew
to its maximum size.  I ran my hand down her skirt until I reached the hem
and then I would reverse direction and my hand would work up her thighs. 
Her legs would part to allow me access to my goal.  My fingers would touch
the fabric of her panties and I would press my palm against her hard mons.
I could feel a damp spot growing as I pressed the cotton fabric between her
vulva.  She would twist and push herself against my hand.  Then I would
work my fingers under the leg seam of her panties and I would thrill to the
feel of her curly pubic hair, through which I would run my fingers.  Soon,
my middle finger would be tracing the warm, wet valley of her pussy.  I
could feel her pussy lips, swollen and wet, begin to part, allowing me to
feel the velvet of her inner skin and the hardening bud of her clitoris. 
As soon as she felt the electricity of her clit being rubbed, she would
groan and press upwards to increase the pressure.  My long finger would
slide back down that velvet valley until it was poised at the entrance to
Nirvana.  I would slowly, very slowly, slide my finger into her.  I could
feel the texture of the muscled walls of her vagina slowly give way until
my finger was buried to the last knuckle.  I liked to run my finger around
the walls of her vagina, feeling her oozing liquid lubricate the entire
passage.  Then I would slide my finger slowly in and out, touching and
feeling every intimate part of her personal and very private being.

   She would lift her lovely ass off of the theater seat as I removed her
panties.  After that, my hands could really caress and rub and slide in and
out until she could stand it no longer.  There would be the now familiar
shudder and the gasped "oh" and her pussy would get dry and she would
collapse back into her seat.

   "Did you cum?" I would ask.

   "Oh, yes," she would tell me.

   That would be the extent of our lovemaking.  I would never get to
orgasm. After I brought her back to her bus stop, I would take another bus
back to the base, where I would jerk-off and then shower.

   Except once, when after she had cum, I asked her to masturbate me in the
dark gloom of the theater.  I should have brought a condom, but I didn't.
So, as she stroked and rubbed my turgid dick, I pulled out a handkerchief
and with a grunt, shot my hot semen into the cloth.

   We came close to having intercourse on several occasions, but always
pulled back before my cock entered her waiting pussy.  She was unhappily
married to another American sailor, at the time.  While we had no illusions
about our adulterous behavior, we somehow felt that by not actually
fucking, we weren't breaking any social or religious taboos.  Ahhh, how we
delude ourselves in the folly of our youth.

   All too soon, her career navy husband got orders to return to the
States. She went with him in order to try to repair their ailing marriage,
far removed from my influence.  But, by the time I was discharged and
returned to the US, she and her husband were separated and divorce
proceeding were underway.  We were married as soon as the divorce was
finalized and on our wedding night, my penis finally found its' home in the
deep recess of her willing body.

   Our sex life seemed fine, but what did I know?  I wasn't terribly
experienced.  This was an era just before the sexual revolution.  Good
girls didn't let you go all the way and bad girls never seemed to be around
when I needed them.  I had experienced a few women in my youth, who were
pretty much as inexperienced as I and our fumbling efforts to gratify our
lust were strictly physical and not altogether satisfying.  Most of my
copulating experiences while I was overseas were with readily available
prostitutes.  Again, that was just commercial lust.  It emptied my scrotum
but left an emptiness that I couldn't explain.

   Now that I was having regular sex and with someone whom I loved, there
was more emotional fulfillment and I thought that I was doing well.  I did
a lot of reading, including a lot of porn and I tried to learn how to
satisfy my partner.  She would put up with a certain amount of
experimentation, but there were limits.  Not that I was into bondage or
masochism or anything really kinky.  We were fine with different positions
and the missionary became a starting point.  She loved it when I would
withdraw from her pussy and roll her over and take her from behind.  But
God forbid that I accidentally pressed the tip of my cock against her
puckered anus.  She would explode in anger, calling me a pervert and
threaten to curtail further sex.  I would explain that it was accidental.
Both those holes were so damned close together.  Not that I might have
minded trying some anal sex.  It did sound like something that I would
enjoy.  But, she felt that it was perverted and would have none of it.  The
same thing went for oral sex.  She loved it when I used my lips and tongue
on her breasts and pussy and would sometimes climax that way.  And climax a
second time when I fucked her.  But, when it came to fellatio, that was a
horse of a different color.  She wouldn't take me too deeply.  She would
lick around the crown of my prick and take me in about a third of the way.
I am about average in length and maybe just a little thicker than most. 
But, as soon as she felt my cock go deeper, she would start to gag.  She
also warned me that I had better not cum in her mouth because she was
disgusted at the thought of her having to deal with my hot sticky cream on
her tongue and in her mouth.  She didn't even like the taste and feel of my
salty, oily pre-orgasmic lubrication.

   "If you ever come in my mouth, it'll be the last time your cock ever
gets in there," she would tell me in her charming accent.  Well, how could
I go against her wishes when they were so sweetly presented?  Besides, I
figured that a third of a cock in her mouth was better than no cock at all.

   Now, where was I?  Oh, yeah.

   "I'm close," she gasped into my ear.  And that was it

   "Me, too.  My toes are curling," I managed to say.  I could feel the
pressure building to a point that couldn't be sustained.  I could feel her
vagina suddenly go dry and her body trembled and I knew that she was
climaxing.  There were never many outward signs when she came.  He eyes
closed and she would shiver and let out a little "oh" and that would be
about it.

   Now that I knew that she had come, I was able to relax and let the
knowledge that I would be able to experience my own orgasm sink in.  Evie
allowed me to keep pumping my swollen dick into her pussy.  I could feel
the tingling start around my ankles and work up my thighs.  I pumped faster
and harder.  I could hear my stomach smacking against her flat, firm belly.
I could feel my swaying balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass as I
rammed deeper and faster and.......I was right on the edge.  One more
thrust and I wouldn't be able to hold back the inevitable flood of cum. 
Again I drew almost all the way out of her and slammed my oily, pistoning
meat back into her cunt.

   "Ungh, unh, aggghhh, snort." I sound like a boar hog in rut when I cum.
I felt my prostate empty and sperm and ejaculate mix in my plumbing.  I
could feel the muscles spasming and contracting, forcing all of my cum out
of my body, into hers, with great spurts.  I could feel its effect inside
of her vagina as her tunnel grew wet, hot and slippery.  The spasms and
pulsations diminished as the last of my fluids dribbled from the tip of my
penis into her flooded vagina.

   I hovered over her still body, trying to catch my breath.  I took care
to rest my weight on my arms to avoid crushing her under my 220 pound body.
I am 6 feet, three inches.  She is 5 feet, two inches and weighed about
110. I had to keep that difference in mind during our love making lest I
become the huge bull walrus rutting with the much smaller cow only to find
that he is fucking a corpse because she succumbed under his huge body and
weight.

   Eventually, I would roll off and lie beside her, my now deflating cock
making trails of stringy semen on my thigh.  The curly hair of her pussy
was damp and matted and she was also seeping our combined fluids from
between her red and swollen labia.  She arose and went into the shower to
remove the traces of our passion, while I lay in bed awhile longer,
reliving those fantastic sensations.

   I thought that we had a pretty good thing going there.  I mean, I wasn't
making love every day, any more.  But, it was often enough to keep me
satisfied.  Oh, sure, I suppose that I did desire to know what it would
feel like to have my cock completely encased in her mouth.  And I certainly
yearned to be able to cum in her mouth.  And once, just once, I wanted to
be able to slide my meat into her perfect ass and experience what I
understood to be the wonderful sensation of cumming in that tight, warm
opening.  But, even lacking that, I knew that I was making love to a
beautiful, adorable, desirable woman that any man would give one of his
testicles to have.

   We had three young children, at this point in time.  And without much
money budgeted for baby sitters, you can imagine that we didn't get out
much.  At least, not together.  Unless it was a G-rated movie that we could
all go to, or a family affair to which we could bring the kids, we just
didn't have much opportunity to go out together.  Sometimes I would go out
and meet some of the guys for a beer in the evening.  And sometimes Evie
would meet some of her gal friends for a movie, or shopping.  Sometimes Ev
would go over to Jack and Peggy's for the evening, just to get out of the
house and away from the kids.

   Jack was my best friend.  We had been buddies since grade school.  He
was a year ahead of me, but we stayed pals all through school.  We were
separated during my four years in the Navy.  During that time he married a
young gal from Florida.  When I returned from overseas and married Evie,
the gals became part of the friendship and we enjoyed each other's company.

   Jack and I had been pretty tight in our youth.  In fact, he was a
partner in the only homosexual experience in my life.

   When we were beginning our puberty years, we used to have a lot of
discussions about women (women?  Haha.  Let's say, girls.) Back then there
was no sex education in school.  Eventually, my father took me aside for
the "birds and the bees" talk.  And, that's what it was.  A talk about
procreation involving birds and bees.  Towards the end he threw in, "And
the same thing applies to people, too." So, what ever I needed to learn
about sex was gleaned from the streets.

   We used to play basketball up the street with a few guys, one of whom
was a few years older and much more experienced.  He told us about jackin'
off and how good it felt.  He told us to get our little peckers hard and
start rubbing.  Once you got it to feel good you would climax.  I asked
when you would know if you climaxed.  He said that I would know because
there was no other feeling in the world like that one.  It helped, he said,
if we would imagine our dicks being inside of a woman.  Well, shit!  I
didn't have too good a handle on the anatomy of a woman, so where was
inside?  I had seen my younger sister in the bath, as a child and I knew
that she was missing the things that hung between my legs.  I guess women
had a hole to pee out of but that had to be too small to contain a stiff
cock, even one as small as my immature weenie.  So, that left the ass. 
That seemed logical.  I wasn't sure how that opening connected to the
female reproductive organs but the thought of my pecker being inside of a
girl was stimulating enough for me to try it.  Anyway, I wasn't the least
bit interested in reproduction.  I just couldn't wait to experience that
feeling of climaxing.

   So, I went home and hurried to the basement where I knew that I would
have some privacy.  I dropped my pants and grabbed my cock, which was
already in a state of arousal from the anticipation.  And, I started
stroking.  I stroked and I stroked, and I imagined my prick up the ass of
Theresa, the older blond sexpot who lived up the street.  She was 18 and
had real breasts.  Oh, I saw those beauties in my mind's eye and I stroked
and stroked.  My arm got tired and the skin on my dick was red and sore and
nothing felt like what I had anticipated.

   At the next day's game, we compared notes.  Each of us had gone home and
masturbated.  Everyone was ecstatic about how good it felt when they came.
Except me.  As embarrassed as I was to have failed my assignment, I spoke
up and asked what I had done wrong.

   "Ya didn't give it enough time." Was the answer from our mentor.  "Ya
keep on doin' it, you'll cum."

   I went home and did it.  And did it and did it.  Suddenly, there was a
tingling sensation that started somewhere around my ankles.  And the more I
did it, the higher the tingling sensation rose in my legs.  And it got
stronger and stronger.  I kept jerking and the sensation grew in my groin.
It was unbelievable.  I jerked faster and suddenly there was a rush of
feeling that spread from my genitals throughout my body.  It pulsed and
throbbed and I was cumming and cumming.  It seemed to last forever.  My
legs grew rubbery but I didn't want the feeling to end.  I couldn't believe
that such a wonderful sensation had been there for God knows how long, and
I hadn't known enough to take advantage of it.

   Of course, I was so young and stupid, I didn't question the fact that
while there was all of the sensations of ejaculation, there was no
ejaculate.  My immature testes hadn't begun the production of sperm, yet. I
was shooting dry loads.  But, the experience started me off on a long
history of self-gratification.  And, I am here to tell you, that you don't
go blind from it.  Fortunately.

   I had a smile on my face, the next day at our basketball game.

   My friend, Jack, and I would compare notes and talk about the wonders of
sex and we would go through the list of women that we knew.  Well, girls in
school, anyway.

   "Do ya think she does it?"

   "Yeah, I bet she does and I'll bet she loves it, too."

   Wishful thinking, I'm afraid.  Twelve and thirteen year old girls didn't
"do it" in those days.  At least none of the ones in our small circle of
female acquaintances.

   Now, sex was the main topic of our conversations.  One summer night, we
were "camped out" in Jack's backyard.  He had a small, two-man shelter tent
and we were going to sleep in it.  It was warm and we had no need for
sleeping bags.  We just spread some blankets on the canvas floor of the
tent, and by the light of a candle, we stripped down to our undershorts and
prepared for bed.  We started talking about sex and what it would be like
to actually make love to a real girl.  Like maybe Theresa, with the big
tits and the nice ass.  The more we talked, the hornier we got.  Soon our
cocks were hard and poking out of our shorts.  We started stroking.  Our
shorts ended up at our feet as we lay back, talking and masturbating.

   "Let me fuck you in the ass," Jack said.

   "No way!  You're not sticking that thing up my ass," I protested.

   "Nah.  Let me just rub it up the crack," he asked.

   While Jack and I were pretty tight, I had no desire to have sex with
him. That wasn't a turn on for me.  I'd rather have Theresa, any day, thank
you very much.  But, Jack persuaded me so I rolled over on my belly.  He
climbed up behind me and I could feel his stiff meat searching for the
cleft between the cheeks of my ass.  It found the valley and he began
humping his hips forward and back.  I could feel his stiff bone running
back and forth across my ass crack.  It didn't do anything for me and I had
no desire to reciprocate.  But, he was my pal, so I just lay there,
submissively, with my chin resting in my hands as he fucked me.

   His momentum picked up speed.  He grunted twice and I felt something
warm and wet hit me between the shoulder blades and some more down on the
small of my back.  I had no idea what it was, at the time.

   "What did you do?  Piss on me?" I demanded as I rubbed the wetness off
with my shorts.  He didn't answer.  He rolled off me and we never spoke of
it again.  It would be a year before I started producing semen and only
then did I realize what that warm, wet stuff was that Jack shot all over my
back.

   To this day, Jack and I have never broached the matter and I have never
had a similar experience.

   Now, it is many years later.  Jack and I are each married and our
friendship, while not as intimate, has endured through the years and now
includes our wives.  And soon, because of that, my life and Evie's would
soon change, irrevocably.

   This particular night, Ev felt the need to get out of the house, so I
stayed home with the kids, and she went to visit Jack and Peggy.  We
weren't aware of it, but they had decided to catch up with the sexual
revolution and spice up their sex lives.  They started swinging.  They
weren't into mass orgies or any of that, but they found discrete couples
who led otherwise normal lives except they liked to change partners.  And
Jack and Peg would find themselves in bed with different people from time
to time.  Sometimes they would pair up and go their separate ways.  Other
times they would form a foursome and would fuck in the same bed.  It was a
tremendous turn on for them and they soon sought to expand their selection
of willing partners.  A few weeks ago, amongst themselves, they discussed
the possibility of recruiting Evie and me.  I found out later that Jack had
always lusted after my Evie's beautiful ass and fine figure.  And Peg said
that she always knew that I would be good in the sack.  They talked about
broaching the subject the next time the four of us were together.  Peggy
thought that I would go for it, but she just knew that Evie would never go
along with the idea.  Jack considered this and had to agree.  So they
thought up ways to trick us into going along.  They finally agreed to a
plan, the next time Ev came over to visit without me.

   Well, tonight, Evie went over to visit without me.  The evening started
off just like many evenings that had preceded it.  The three of them
settled into comfortable chairs in their den.  Only, instead of sitting
with his wife, Jack sat next to Ev on the sofa.  There was a fire going in
the fireplace, and Jack served wine and a genial conversation began.  The
talk started with stories about our kids, and then about our homes,
families, shopping and gradually it started getting a little racy.  You
know.  Who was doing what with whom?  What gossip was happening in each
neighborhood?

   Evie told them about the couple up the street whom she suspected of
being involved in wife swapping.

   "Well, Ev, there's a lot of that happening in these days of free and
easy sex," said Peggy.  "A lot more than you would imagine," she added with
a wink.

   The wink went right over Evie's head.  "Well," she said, "I think that's
disgusting."

   Peg and Jack traded looks.

   Jack asked, "What's so bad about wife swapping, as long as both parties
agree?  It could add a lot of excitement to a couple's sex life and it
doesn't have to be considered such an evil thing as long as no one gets
hurt."

   "Oh, I don't know," countered Ev.  "I wouldn't dream about having sex
with anyone other than my husband, and I know that Dick feels the same
way."

   "How do you know?" Peggy asked.

   "I just know.  He would kill anyone who tried to sleep with me and I
would divorce him if I ever found out that he was screwing around with
another woman."

   "Oh, Ev," said Peg.  "You say that now but I'm not so sure that either
of you would find it so horrible if you found yourselves fucking another
couple.  A nice couple.  Maybe someone that you even knew.  You remember,
Ev.  We once talked about what it would be like to feel a strange piece of
meat in our vaginas one day.  And you giggled and said that just talking
about it made your uterus quiver."

   "Mmmmm, yeah.  I suppose.  But, that was just talk.  It's fun to
fantasize but I wouldn't go further than that.  Plus, Dick would never go
along with sleeping with another woman or allowing me to sleep with another
man.  He just wouldn't."

   "Don't be so sure, woman," said Jack.  "Men's brains are in their
scrotums.  I know, because that's where mine is.  No matter how principled
a man might be, when he catches scent of a hot, willing pussy, all the
principles go out the window."

   "Not Dick," swore Evie.

   "HA!  Especially Dick.  I've known him for years.  He may have been
straight arrow with you for these past years, but don't count on him
passing up some ready pussy if it comes his way."

   "No, no!  Not my Dick."

   "Oh, yes.  Your Dick.  Why I'll bet that Peg, here, can have him out of
his shorts and into her cunt faster than you can imaging."

   "Never."

   "Have some more wine, and let's run a little experiment," Jack
suggested. "I'll bet that if Peg goes over to Dick's right now, that she
can have him fucking her in less than an hour."

   "He would never," protested Ev.

   "Yeah.  Well let's try it.  Are you game, Peg?" asked Jack.

   "You betcha," Peg responded.  "How are we gonna do this?"

   "OK.  Here's the deal.  Let's see," Jack figured.  "It'll take you about
fifteen minutes to drive to their house.  It's 8:30 PM now.  Fifteen
minutes to get there is 8:45 PM.  You have to get him fucking you by 9:45
PM...let's make it 10 PM.  If 10 PM comes and you aren't screwing each
other's brains out, you have to have Dick call here and talk with Ev and
tell her that he resisted your feminine wiles."

   "Then what," asked Peggy.  "Suppose you don't hear from me by 10 PM? 
That means that I'm balling Dick and Evie loses.  Then what?"

   Jack had a ready answer.  "Then Evie goes to bed with me.  After all, if
her husband is fucking my wife, then it's only right that I should be
fucking her.  What do you think, Ev?"

   He looked right into her eyes, which were a little out of focus by all
of this talk.  She was obviously considering all of the ramifications. 
And, possibly...just possibly, just a little turned on by the thought that
she might just have to go to bed with this good looking guy.

   She shook her head to rid herself of that last, illicit thought.  "Oh,
this whole idea is silly.  I don't know who you think we are, but whatever
we are, we're not wife swappers.  I'm just afraid that our friendship will
be ended when Dick throws you out of the house, Peg."

   Peg smiled at Jack.  "Well, Ev, if you're so certain, then you have
nothing to lose and if nothing else, you will have the knowledge that Dick
is rock faithful to you and you'll never have to worry.  I think you should
take the challenge."

   "OK.  I will.  But, I just want there to be an understanding.  I want to
be sure that no matter what happens; no matter who wins or loses; that we
will always stay friends."

   Jack gave a toothy smile to his wife.  "OK, Baby.  Get going and good
luck.  Drive carefully." He looked at Ev.  "If we don't hear from Dick by
10 PM, it's you and me, Babe." He reached over and put his arms around Ev
and she allowed him to pull her a little closer to him on the couch.

   "Don't start pawing me yet, big fella," she warned, but with a soft
smile.  I don't want you all hard and horny, only to find out when Dick
calls, that it's a cold shower or a hand job for you, tonight."

   Peggy joined in the laughter as she slipped into a light coat and got
her car keys from the hook by the door.  "Ta ta," she said.  "Wish me
luck." And she slipped out of the house while Jack poured Evie another
glass of wine and put some soft, seductive music on the stereo.

   "We might as well enjoy ourselves while we wait for the outcome." And he
sat even closer.

   Evie, still confident in the fidelity of her husband, thought it would
be all right to play along.  It would be fun to watch this pompous fool
deflate when the phone rang.  She put her hand on his thigh and parted her
lips as she allowed him to kiss her soft mouth.

   Of course, I was unaware of all of this.  I only found out days
afterward.  Everything was going according to the plan that Jack and Peg
had worked out.  Peggy pulled into the Starbucks about a mile up the road
and went in and ordered a double mocha latte.  She settled into one of the
comfortable lounge chairs and started reading a magazine that was on the
nearby coffee table, while she sipped her coffee.  At 9:30 PM, she went to
the Lady's Room and applied fresh make-up.  A squeeze from her purse sized
cologne atomizer finished off the allure and she was back in the car.  A
few minutes later, she was in my driveway, switching off the engine.  She
let herself in the front door, using the keys that Evie had given her.

   Clueless, I was laying in bed watching a Yankee game.  The kids had been
put to bed a couple of hours ago.  I had checked on them when I got out of
the shower and they were fast asleep.  I kicked off the fresh shorts that I
had put on in the bathroom and covered my naked body with the sheet.  I was
engrossed in a close ballgame and I never heard Peggy come in.

   I saw the bedroom door slowly open.  "Hi, Sugar.  You home already?" I
called out."

   I guess I gasped in surprise when I saw who came through the door.  "OH!
Oh, Peggy.  It's you.  Is anything wrong?  Where's Ev?"

   "Ev's fine," she purred.  "She's still visiting with Jack."

   "Yeah.  OK.  But, why are you here?"

   "Because, I want to visit with you," she answered.

   "That's fine," I said.  "I'm always glad to see you, Doll.  But, this is
a little weird.  I mean, I'm not even dressed.  In fact, under these covers
I'm buck-naked.  Why don't you go downstairs and put on some coffee while I
get dressed and we can sit down there and visit."

   Peggy slid onto the bed and sat beside me.  Her finger traced down my
bare chest.  "Because, I want to visit you right here.  Your nakedness
doesn't bother me.  In fact, it turns me on." She took the top edge of the
sheet and slowly pulled it down across my body.

   I grabbed it.  "Jeez, Peg.  What's happening here?"

   "I want to make love to you," she cooed.  "In fact, I've wanted to make
love to you for a really long time.  I want to feel your long body on top
of me.  I want to feel your hardness pressing into me."

   I looked down and saw a tent starting to form in the cover sheet.  I
quickly lifted my knees to avoid any embarrassment.

   "Oh, Peg.  Listen.  You are a very desirable and sexy woman.  I would
make love to you in a second if I weren't married.  I love Evie and I
couldn't cheat on her.  She would never do anything like that to me."

   Peg looked at the clock on the night table.  It was 10 PM.

   "Don't be so sure," she said, coming closer and looking right into my
eyes.

   What was she saying?  Surely she couldn't be telling me that my Evie; my
beloved wife, was screwing Jack?  I closed my eyes and had a mental picture
of his long thin cock disappearing into the fur lined vault of my wife's
vagina.  A strong mixture of lust and disbelief swept over me.  No doubt,
the very idea was an immense turn-on.  But, I was overwhelmed with
jealousy.

   "Peggy, what the Hell are you saying?  Is Jack fucking my wife?"

   She looked at the clock.  It was five after ten.  "Yes.  He is now."



   After Peggy had left to come to my house, Jack and my wife had continued
to snuggle on the couch.  Evie had wanted to enjoy this little game,
knowing that it would end with a phone call from me.  In the meantime, she
thought it would be fun to string Jack along and have a little excitement
herself.

   Jack poured some more wine for the two of them, making sure that Evie
got larger portions.  They sipped their wine and kissed.  Evie allowed
Jack's tongue to explore her mouth and she even reciprocated with her own
tongue darting into his mouth.  The wine started to dull her mind and soon
without realizing it, Jack's hand was cupping her breasts and squeezing
them gently through her clothes.  When she realized what he was doing, she
made no effort to stop him.  His caresses felt good and would soon end. 
She even let his hands work their way under her sweater.  He leaned her
back against the couch and kissed her with a passion that she had
forgotten. While she was lost in that kiss, he reached behind her and
skillfully undid her bra.  Now his fingers were kneading her stiffening
nipples and she heard herself moan softly.

   "My God!  What's happening to me?" Evie's mind was a mix of confused
thoughts and emotions.  She had never let anyone touch her like this,
unless she was married to him.  This wasn't right.  But, Jack was touching
all of the right places.  Her body was tingling with her own rising
passion. His hand was rubbing her thigh and it was under her skirt,
touching bare flesh.  She tried to close her legs tightly together to
prevent any further incursion, but when he firmly pressed them open again,
she was helpless to resist.  His fingers found the wet spot on her cotton
panties.  Oh, oh, ohhhhh.  How could she be so wet?  Her undergarment was
soaked at the crotch.  She opened her eyes and looked down to see Jack's
hand under her skirt.  She also noticed the huge tent in the crotch of his
trousers.  She knew that she wasn't the only one getting turned on.

   Now his fingers were insinuating themselves under the thin cotton fabric
of her panties.  She thrilled at the feel of his hands on her firm mound.
His fingers played with the curls of her pubic hair.  She knew that she had
to stop him now, before it was too late.  Evie tried to take his hand in
hers in an attempt to remove it from her steaming pussy.  But, it was too
late.  Jack's middle finger ran along her wet lips and they parted giving
him access to the treasures they hid.  An electric jolt coursed through
Evie's body and she moaned low and long as she felt his finger touch her
sensitive clitoris.  Her pelvis lifted and she ground herself against the
marauding hand, wanting more, more, more.

   "No, no," she thought.  "Oh God, when is that phone going to ring?" She
was growing hornier with every passing minute and she was afraid that even
if Dick did call, she would have trouble disengaging herself from this
situation.

   Jack's finger was probing deeply into her wet tunnel.  Now there were
two fingers in there and she was writhing with desire.

   "OHHHhhhhhh." His fingers slowly withdrew from her vagina.  He was
raising her skirt and removing her soaked panties.  She was helpless to
resist and lifted her ass so that he could slide them down her legs and off
her ankles.  He sat next to her and admired her now exposed hairy triangle.
His fingers played across her mound and between her legs.  Quite conscious
of what she was doing, and amazed at her audacity, Evie reached down and
grasped Jack's rock hard cock in her right hand and squeezed.

   "Mmmmmm." Jack moaned at her touch and smiled his approval.  She zipped
his pants open and reached in with her hand, through the material of his
pants and his shorts and she felt the smooth hardness of his penis under
her fingers.

   "Oh, oh, oh." She was burning with desire.  Again, thoughts raced
through her confused mind.  "I have to stop.  I HAVE to stop," she thought.
"I can't do this.  What would Dick think?  I'm a good girl.  A faithful
wife.  What's happening to me?  Oh, God.  This feels so good.  His cock is
so hard.  It's like a steel rod.  I can feel the veins on the sides of his
cock standing out so stiff and so solid.  Oh, damn.  I want this thing
inside of me."

   Jack pulled away.  His face slid lower across her lithe body.  He lifted
her sweater and found her exposed breasts.  One hand squeezed her right
breast and his mouth found the nipple on the left.  Evie pressed herself
against his mouth.  His tongue circled her puckered nipple and he nipped
very gently with his teeth.

   "OOOOoooooohhhhhhhh, yesssssssss." She couldn't believe the sensations
that were shooting through her entire body.  She had never been so turned
on in her entire life.

   Jack's touch left her breasts and she wanted his hands and mouth back
there.  But, she gasped when she realized that his head was between her
open thighs, and now he was licking the sensitive skin from her knees up to
her...oh, God.  She could feel his hot breath on her wet labia, and then
his tongue.  She spread her legs even wider.  Oh, Lord, his tongue was
flicking up and down her velvet valley and she pushed herself against his
mouth.  Evie grabbed Jack's head and guided his tongue to that magic place,
that wonderful place that was now the center of her universe.  His tongue
pressed against her swollen clit and Evie came.  She had no choice.  There
was nothing that she could do about it.  His tongue lashed against her
throbbing button and...Oh my God!  She came and came and came.  She was
moaning and talking gibberish in two languages and she pumped her hips and
groaned and came some more.

   Finally.  Finally the throbbing died down and her ass sank back to the
cushions.  She lay there, gasping for breath, holding Jack's head in he
hands.  She knew she wanted more.  So, when Jack stood up and reached for
her hand and said, "Come, Evie.  It's past ten and he hasn't called," she
rose willingly and followed him upstairs to the bedroom.



   "Peggy, what the Hell are you saying?  Is Jack fucking my wife?"

   She looked at the clock.  It was five after ten.  "Yes.  He is now."

   "Why?  How?  How could she do this?  Tell me what's going on?" I
pleaded. My mind was spinning.  Evie had never given me a moment's doubt
concerning her fidelity.  At parties, men were always salivating over her
and hitting on her, openly and shamelessly.  She enjoyed the attention and
the effect that she had on men.  But, she never gave them any indication
that she was interested in their obscene proposals.  Now, here was Peggy
telling me that Ev was making love with Jack.  I demanded an explanation.
Peggy told me about the challenge that she and Jack placed before Evie. 
She told me everything, except for the part about stopping at Starbucks for
a half an hour.  Instead, she excused her late arrival on a dead car
battery that was jumped by a passing Samaritan.

   I looked at the clock on my night table.  It was 11 minutes after 10.

   "You said that the deadline for me to call was 10 PM?" I asked.

   "Yes."

   I lunged for the phone and punched in the numbers for Jack and Peggy's
phone.  I lay across the bed, with Peggy's hand on my bare butt, but I felt
nothing.  Nothing but the panic that I might be too late.  I heard the
phone ring.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.

   Finally there was a click and the connection was made.  No one spoke on
the other end.  I waited.  And, I listened.  I could hear...what?  Soft
sounds.  Mattress sounds coming at regular intervals.  Then I heard moans.
It sounded like Evie, but I had never heard those sounds coming from her.
But, I knew.  I knew that Ev was being fucked.  A picture of the two of
them copulating on the bed across town formed in my tortured head.  I
wanted to reach through the phone and tear Jack's heart out.

   "EVIE!  EVIE," I cried out.

   I heard Jack's voice say, "It's for you," and all the while the rhythm
of the mattress sounds kept up a steady cadence.

   There was a pause.  "Dick?" It was more a moan than a statement.  There
was silence.  I could hear soft, wet, sucking sounds as his cock plunged in
and out of my wife's cunt.

   "Uhnn.  Uhnnnn." Her breathing grew rapid and heavy.  I heard her groan
and whisper, "Ohhhhhh, I'm so close."

   She said, "Why didn't you call?  You didn't call?"

   I heard the phone fall to the floor as it slipped from her hand.  She
was too preoccupied now to talk to me.  The thumping of the bedsprings
sounded like a drum as Jack drove my wife to a screaming climax.

   "OH GOD!!!  OHHHH GOD!!!  YESSSSS.  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  Ohhhhh, NOW. 
NOW.  NOWWWWW.  OH!  OH!  OHHHHHHH!

   There it was.  The "oh." But, it wasn't the way that I usually heard it.
This time I distinctly heard more than one and they certainly sounded a lot
more passionate than what I was used to.

   I placed the phone back on the cradle.  I felt warm tears running down
my face.  My beloved wife had screamed her orgasm into another man's ears.
And I had heard it all.



   I sat on the edge of the bed, naked in body and soul.  I held my head in
my hands and tried to block out the obscene images that were running
through my brain like a triple X rated movie.

   Peggy's hand touched the bare flesh on my back and she made comforting
circles with it.

   "Dick.  Dick," she said.  "It happened.  It doesn't make you a bad
person.  It doesn't make her a bad person.  We are all human and that is
what this little experiment set out to prove.  Evie had hidden desires.  We
all do.  And Ev finally acted on hers.  Now, why don't you act on yours? 
You surely had thoughts of making love with other women?  It's only
natural. I know that I did, and when Jack and I decided to act on these
human desires, we did it mutually so we never felt as though we were
betraying one another.  I know that if I am getting my brains fucked out by
some other man, I don't feel guilty because I know that Jack is having his
brains fucked out by some other woman.  So relax, Dick.  Take advantage of
this situation.  I want to make love with you.  I'll do anything that you
want.  Use me.  I'm here for you."

   Her hands gently coaxed me to lie down on the bed.  She turned me over
so that I was lying on my stomach and her hands gently massaged my
shoulders and back.  All the while, her soft voice kept telling me that it
was all right.  She leaned over and softly kissed the back of my neck and
she whispered encouragement into my ear.  Slowly, I began to relax.  Her
voice and the soothing feel of her hands on my bare back and shoulders had
a hypnotizing effect on me.  The tortured images in my head began to fade.
The jealous ache in the pit of my stomach eased off.  I began to consider
what she was saying.

   Her fingers trailed lower down my back.  By the time they reached the
very bottom of my spine, all I could feel were the tips of her fingers just
brushing the very tips of the fine hair that covered me there.  Small
electrical shocks ran through me at this soothing but erotic touch.  Her
fingers ran this way, across my buttocks, down to where my legs began.  And
then back up.

   "Mmmmmmm." An involuntary and almost inaudible moan escaped from my
lips. I was enjoying the soft touch of her fingers just lightly brushing
against my body hair.  Her fingers trailed down the cleft, between the
fleshy globes of my ass.  And then back up.  She never tarried long in one
place and I wanted her back between my cheeks, again.  I shifted my legs a
little further apart and she took the hint.  Her fingers began their
downward course, again.  This time she went lower and I felt the shock as
she brushed the hair on the back of my scrotum, which now lay open to her
ministrations.  Lightly, ever so lightly, she toyed with my sack and then
back up the crack of my ass.  This time she paused awhile and her fingers
spread my cheeks and her middle finger found my puckered asshole and drew
little circles around the edges.  Without a conscious thought, my ass
lifted toward her hand and I felt the increased pressure of her middle
finger starting to press against my anus.  This time I groaned aloud.  I
couldn't help it.  With one hand, she held my cheeks apart.  And with the
other, she pressed her finger, hard against my opening and my sphincter
relaxed and her finger popped in, up to the first joint.  I had never had
anything enter me before, except for rectal thermometers and enemas, when I
was a kid.  What a totally erotic and unexpected thrill I got, feeling
Peggy's finger going deeper and deeper inside of me.  Now she moved her
finger in a circle, stretching me open and exposing more and more of my
sensitive ass to her probing touch.

   She leaned forward and lay across my body and her mouth brushed against
my ear.  "I heard her say, "Mmmmmm.  I know that feels good.  I love it
when a man does that to me." And then her tongue was flicking in and out of
my ear.

   Slowly, she withdrew her finger.  I pressed my ass closer to her hand,
trying to forestall its removal from my rectum.  But, her finger popped out
and I collapsed back into the mattress.  And now her fingers were back to
my scrotum, tracing the outline of a testicle through the thin skin of my
sack.  Her fingers lifted my balls and she gently squeezed them until I
could feel one of them being rolled between her fingers like a ripe olive
in a bag of oil.  She played with my balls, that way.  First one.  Then the
other.  And now both of them.  They slid around inside of my scrotum like a
child's marbles.  They were her toys, now, and she cupped my balls in the
palm of her hand and applied just the right amount of pressure.  My penis
was filling with blood and starting to grow.  Her hand went from my balls
to my cock and she started with the gentle rub of her fingers against the
underside of my stiffening meat and then she wrapped her slim fingers
around the base and began to rub back and forth.  I could feel the loose
skin of my not-yet stiff cock sliding back and forth across the meat
underneath and my erection grew more rapidly.

   And then I could no longer feel her.  Her touch was gone.  I felt the
weight of her body lift from the bed and I rolled over on my back to see
what she was doing.  Peg was standing alongside the bed, quickly removing
her clothes.  Her sweater and bra were already off by the time I rolled
over to look.  And she was stepping out of her slacks and panties in the
same motion.  Now she stood, naked to my delighted eyes.  Oh, I had
imagined what she looked like, in my fantasies.  And, when my sex life with
Evie had taken a hiatus, I would think about Peg while I masturbated myself
for some relief.  But, I wasn't prepared for the vision that stood before
me now.

   Peggy was of medium height and very slim.  Slim, not skinny.  She had
red, red hair and green eyes and a pretty oval face.  Her shoulders tapered
from her neck and her arms were slim and firm.  There was no wasted, excess
flesh on this woman.  She had large breasts for a woman so thin and they
stood out solid and inviting.  Her light, pink nipples didn't have large
areolas and they were stiff and puckered with desire.  Her belly was flat.
Flat, hard and well defined by muscles.  That is such a turn-on for me. 
She had a tiny waist and sharply defined hips that curved outward from her
waist.  I had never seen a redhead in the flesh before.  I stared at her
light; almost blond bush.  It gave off reddish highlights.  She was
watching me admire her and she spread her stance slightly.  She had a
pronounced mound, as do most slim women and I saw that the pubic hair that
ran underneath, between her firm, round thighs was slightly darker around
her labia, than the rest of her pussy.  The hair was wet and curling as she
oozed her passion from the depths of her body.

   I wanted her.  I wanted her desperately.  I wanted her here and now.

   I reached up and ran my hand across her firm belly.  I felt the muscles
under the taut skin, dance and tremble as she thrilled to my touch.

   "Come to me, Peggy.  Come into my bed and let me make love with you."

   She slid into bed alongside me and pressed her body against mine.  I
forgot all about Evie and Jack as our hands explored each other's body.  My
hands cupped her lovely, large breasts and I squeezed.  I was afraid, that
in my passion, I was squeezing too hard.  But, she moaned and stuck her
tongue deep down my throat.  When I could, I reached my head lower and took
one of those stone hard nipples in my mouth and sucked and sucked and then
I pulled on them with my lips.

   "Ohhhhh, Godddd, Diiiick.  I could cum just like this," she groaned.

   I licked my way down her flat hard belly and my chin and nose felt the
soft curls of her bush.  I was straddling her on all fours, with my head
between her thighs and my cock was dangling just above her mouth.  I had
been so intent on pleasuring Peggy that the stiffness in my penis had
abated and I was now sort of flaccid.  When I began to run my tongue across
her wet labia and I placed two fingers in her wet and open vagina, she
gasped and pulled my butt down so that my cock was poised at her willing
mouth.  She sucked me in and immediately felt me stiffen and grow inside of
her mouth.  Her mouth opened wide and I felt my dick slide deep inside. 
Deeper than Ev would ever take me.  I felt the spongy tip of my penis rub
across the roof of her mouth and then slide down into her throat.  I
expected her to gag, but she didn't.  Instead, she was able to run her
tongue around my cock and I felt the muscles in her throat contract and
expand as she swallowed the flow of pre-cum that was oozing freely from me.
I humped my hips, sliding my hard, thick bone in and out of her sucking
mouth, while I used my fingers to open her pussy to my hungry tongue.

   She lost it when she felt my tongue licking hard against her clitoris. I
heard a muffle gasp and then a moan, which was all that she could manage
with her mouth filled edge to edge by my thick cock.  Her ass bounced up
and down on the mattress as she felt the throbbing spasms of a mighty
orgasm come over her.  And that was all I needed for my hot sperm to come
rushing and boiling out of my cock and down her throat.  I exploded and
gushed my cum down her throat.  I felt her try to swallow to keep up with
the flood, but it was a losing battle.  In order to keep from gagging, she
had to back me out a bit, and open her lips to allow the excess to dribble
out and down her chin.  Gobs of my thick, white cum were dripping stringy
trails across her chin and onto her throat and breast as I grunted and
snorted my orgasm into her face.

   Evie and Jack watched from the door to the bedroom.  We hadn't heard
them enter the house or come up the stairs.  Ev leaned against the door to
keep from collapsing on the floor.  Her eyes were wide open and unbelieving
as she watched her husband empty himself deep into the overflowing mouth of
Jack's wife.  She watched as Peggy moaned and thrashed, all the while
keeping that spurting cock in her mouth while she came and came as my
tongue found all of the tender soft places around her vagina and clit.

   Then it was over.  The throbbing and pulsing ebbed and the flow of
bodily fluids ceased.  Peggy and I remained locked together in our oral
positions for a moment.  My softening penis popped out of her mouth, with
thin threads of my silvery cum still attaching it to her wet and glistening
mouth.  I rolled over on my back.  And, then I saw them in the doorway.



   This was something that I hadn't expected.  But, there they were.  Jack
was watching us with a bemused smile on his face.  Evie's eyes were wide
open in disbelief.  When she saw me looking her way, her knees started to
shake and she slipped down to the floor with her back sliding down the
doorframe.  She raised her knees and buried her head in her arms.  I could
hear muffled sobs.

   I wanted to go over to her and try to comfort her, but I was beyond
understanding why she could feel this way.  I mean, earlier this night I
had heard her scream out her orgasm as Jack pumped her pussy full of his
seed.  So, what was this all about?

   I swallowed hard.  My mouth still tasted and felt like Peggy's pussy
oils.  My tongue was coated.

   "Evie?" I asked, softly.  "Why are you crying?"

   "Because I just saw you with your head buried in her pussy while you
obviously enjoyed shooting off in her mouth."

   "But...but...ah, didn't I hear you enjoy a mighty climax with Jack just
a short time earlier?" I asked.

   She was quiet for a moment.  Then she lifted her head and looked me
straight in the eye.  "But, you didn't call."

   I suppose that this was going to be her raison d'etre.  It would be her
defense, no matter what proof I offered.

   Evie went on.  "You didn't have to make love to Peggy, you know."

   "And you didn't have to make out with Jack."

   "But, you didn't call."

   Uh huh.  We're back to that.  I explained to her the story that Peggy
had given me about being late because of her car battery going dead.  But,
as I explained it to Ev, I suddenly saw how improbable the story was.  I
realized that we had been duped by our friends, but I couldn't tell that to
Ev.

   I walked over and squatted next to her and placed my arm around her
shoulder.  I had a picture in my mind's eye of how ludicrous this must
look. I was balls' ass naked and Peggy's cum still glistened on my mouth
and face.

   "Evie," I whispered in her ear.  "I still love you and I think that you
feel the same about me.  Something has happened tonight that changes a lot
of things.  But our love for one another hasn't changed one little bit.  I
won't try to tell you that my roll in the bed with Peggy wasn't exciting
and that I didn't enjoy it.  And, I know that you enjoyed what you did with
Jack.  I heard it all quite clearly over the phone."

   Ev's head was resting on my shoulder.  I went on.  "We can't change
that, and we will probably go on to have even more sexual adventures now
that this door has been opened for us.  And we can enjoy that, knowing that
there is nothing secretly going on.  That we are both enjoying other lovers
in full knowledge and consent between us.  But, we will always be man and
wife.  We will always be there for each other.  We will always go home
together after we are done.  And we will have better sex between us because
we will be learning more and more and our inhibitions will be shed from us
like a snake's skin."

   I couldn't believe that I was speaking such hokum.  I mean, I meant what
I was saying, but it was coming out so corny.

   I tried to kiss her mouth.  She pulled back with a wry smile and said,
"Get out!!!  Don't try to kiss me with your cummy mouth.  Go wash the goop
off of your face and then try again."



   CHAPTER TWO

   I lingered under the shower, letting the hot, steaming water flow over
my head and across my body.  I soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed my face
to remove all traces of Peg's fluids.  I scrubbed my pits and my penis to
ensure that I would be "good enough to eat" should that occasion arise,
once again.  My penis was flaccid under the hot water and I soaped it up
and closed my fist around it as I rubbed my cock in my soapy hand.  It felt
good and I could feel it stirring with the friction that was being applied.
I had a momentary vision of Ev doing it to me.  Then I imagined Peggy
rubbing my slippery cock.  Shit!  Then I fantasized that both women were in
the shower with me.  I looked down and saw my cock grown hard and rigid as
it slipped between my soapy fingers.  I was as horny as a teenager and
realized that if I kept on jerking off, I'd waste a perfectly good load of
cum in the shower.  There were two attractive and sexy women in the
adjoining bedroom and if things kept progressing the way they started out,
I might have my way with either or both of them before this night was over.

   I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself dry.  My boner softened
somewhat, but still showed signs of life by standing away from my body as I
brushed my hair and applied a little cologne as my way of showing some
respect for the sensibilities of the two women that I hoped to fuck.

   I walked into the bedroom and saw Peggy, naked, sitting at the edge of
my king sized bed.  She was watching her husband and my wife who were
stretched across the mattress with Jack kneeling over my recumbent wife,
with his head buried between her spread thighs as his tongue licked slowly
across her wet and open labia.  I heard a soft moan from deep down her
throat.  It was all that she could manage, because his cock was bobbing in
and out of her mouth.

   "Holy Shit!!!" I said as I sat down next to Peg.

   "They got tired of waiting, so they started without us, a coupla minutes
ago.  Your wife is really turned on and my husband is always willing." She
smiled at me and reached for my scrotum to give my balls a friendly
squeeze.

   "Just a minute," I said.  I walked around the bed to where Evie's face
was being fucked by Jack's cock.  I knelt on the floor and put my face
close to hers.  She smiled her recognition of me as best she could with
that swollen pole in her mouth.  I reached over and took Jack's cock in my
hand.  Jeez, that was the first time I ever touched another man's stuff.  I
pulled it out of my wife's mouth.  It made a soft "pop" as the head came
free.

   "Excuse me, Jack.  I'll just be a second." I put my face close to Ev's.
"I washed the goop off of my face, Darlin." I pressed my lips to hers and
kissed her with passion.  She put her hand behind my head and kissed me
back and we probed deeply with our tongues.  I thought she tasted a little
salty.  Could Jack have been leaking some of his lube juice into her mouth?
Hmmm.  Probably.  I know that my dick was oozing from all of the erotic
passion that was evident in that bed.  I grabbed Jack's stiff boner and
pressed the spongy tip against Evie's soft lips.  I saw them part as the
tip pressed inward and soon the hard shaft was entering as well.

   I laid down next to them and watched as they resumed their oral sex.  I
wondered if Ev would take Jack deep, all the way down her throat.  She
would never allow me that deep, but things were different now.  This wasn't
me in her mouth.  Would she allow him to cum in her mouth?  Would she
swallow or spit it out; or maybe gag or vomit?  I was curious.

   For the moment, she was only taking the head of Jack's cock and maybe
two or three inches.  That certainly filled her mouth, but there was still
four or five inches that weren't being used.

   "Come on, Ev," I called.  "Don't be a wimp.  Relax your mouth and throat
and take him all the way.  You can do it."

   Evie inclined her head toward me, and saw how close I was to the action.
Her eyebrows arched but she remained silent.  The only sounds were the soft
sucking sounds being made as Jack pumped his slick rod in and out of her
lips.  And the sound that a wet pussy makes when a tongue lashes around the
creases and recesses of erotic flesh.

   Jack must have heard me because he increased the length of his strokes,
little by little.  Ev made a little gagging sound when the tip of his cock
hit the entrance to her throat.

   "Move your head so your mouth and throat are lined up straight, and
relax.  Relax your throat muscles." Damn!  I wish there had been someone
around to coach her the few times she gave me head.  Then maybe it would
have been my cock and not Jack's who would be first to enjoy that pleasure.

   Evie tipped her head back and Jack felt the passage open up.  He was
smart enough not to try to ram himself all the way, all at once.  He worked
slowly in and out and with each inward thrust, I saw his slick pole
disappear further and further into her luscious mouth.  She gagged softly,
a couple of times, and Jack responded by withdrawing slightly.  But, soon I
could see the muscles in her throat working around his cock as he reached
deeper and deeper, and I wished it were me.  His cock was long and slender
and really didn't distend her lips or mouth.  But, the length; I couldn't
believe that he could get all of that down my tiny wife's throat.  His taut
penis skin glistened wet with saliva from my wife's mouth and probably from
the fluids that he was exuding and I leaned in close and watched as his
prick was completely swallowed up and his sac plopped against her nose. 
Unbelievable.  I had a close up view as this scene repeated itself over and
over a few times.  I thought I heard a gasp from Jack, whose head was still
between my wife's soft, firm thighs.  And then, I swear, I saw his cock
stiffen and jump as his orgasm began and he pumped his sticky hot cream
into Evie's throat.  He was cumming into her mouth and I had never been
allowed to do that.  I felt an odd mixture of envy, jealousy and lust as I
saw her throat muscles working as she swallowed his sperm as fast as it
spurted into her mouth.  Sometimes it splashed deep inside her throat as
his downward stroke pushed his cock into her.  Other times it splashed
against the roof of her mouth as he spurted on the outward stroke.  Three,
four, five times I saw him gush his seed into her mouth.  It seemed to go
on forever and there seemed to be quarts of the stuff filling my wife's
stomach as she swallowed as much as she could.  Eventually her mouth filled
faster than she could swallow and I saw his cum trickle between her lips
and start to run down her chin and across her neck in sticky, stringy
trails.

   As Jack's climax subsided, he renewed his oral attack on her cunt.  She
felt herself start to reach her peak, even as the last of his goo trickled
down her burning throat.  That was all it took to drive her over the top.
She turned her head to allow Jack's softening cock to plop out of her
mouth, leaving a series of glistening, thin silver threads attaching her
wet, gooey lips to his slimy, cum and saliva coated cock.

   I knew that she was cumming.  "Oh!"

   There it was.  The "oh." But, wait.  There was more.

   "OOOOHHHHhh!  YES!  Oh, GOD!  Oh, GOD.  YESSSSSSSSSS.  I'm Cumming.  Oh,
GOD!  DON'T STOP!  PLEEEEEEASE, DON'T STOP!

   I couldn't believe that this was my wife.  But, there she was; pleading
with him to keep licking her clitoris.  Screaming out her pleasure for all
to hear.

   I watched her put her hands behind his head and pull him to her as her
hips bucked and pumped in a frenzy.  Jack put two fingers deep inside of
her pulsing pussy as his lips ground into her throbbing clit.  This set her
off again.  I don't know if it was one continuous orgasm or a series of
separate ones.  All I know is that I never knew that an orgasm could last
so long.  I wish that I could enjoy one like that.  Her fine ass was
bouncing on our mattress and her head thrashed from side to side and now
there were only gutteral, animal sounds coming out of her cum soaked mouth.
Finally, Jack had to call it quits before Evie finished her spasms.  He
needed to come up for air and to rest his overworked tongue.  He finally
rolled off of her and onto his back.  Evie lay on her back, squeezing her
soaked thighs tightly together in an attempt to coax one more tremor from
deep within.  Soon the spasms and the trembling stopped and both of them
just lay back, totally exhausted; spent, satiated and satisfied.

   Peggy pushed herself alongside of me.  My cock was standing straight up
after watching the most sensual, erotic scene that I have ever experienced.
She wrapped her hand around it and gathered the streams of fluid that were
running down from the slit at the tip and she rubbed that slippery goo into
my rigid prick with her fist sliding up and down the entire length.

   "Now it's our turn, lover.  And I expect at least as good from you."

   Now there's a challenge.  As turned on as I was, I wasn't sure that I
could equal that performance.  I had never been able to elicit that kind of
response from my wife.  I had a moment of self doubt.

   I don't know if Peg was reading my thoughts, but she certainly knew how
to get me over my momentary lapse.  Her slick hand was still massaging my
dripping pole while her other hand work its way under my buttocks.  Her
middle finger found that spot just behind my sac and before my rectum. 
Gaaa, that felt good.  Her fingers made small circles in that small,
confined area and my erection grew a little more erect.  Her finger moved
down.  I gasped loudly as she pressed it against my tightly puckered
asshole.  She pressed even harder and I raised my butt off of the mattress;
partially to evade that probing digit and partially to allow it easier
entrance.  I'm not sure which.  But, slowly the pressure of her finger won
out against my clenched sphincter and my very private and personal space
was invaded.  I felt her finger move slowly into my colon.  Never in my
life had I felt such sensations.  What was I feeling?  Pain.  Pleasure. 
Whatever it was, it was highly erotic and I wanted her to go deeper.  I
raised my knees and spread them, allowing Peggy complete access to my ass.
The hand that was pumping my prick now moved down to grasp my scrotum.  She
squeezed my balls firmly and I involuntarily relaxed the muscles in that
region.  Her finger glided in as deep as it would go; stopped only by the
knuckles.  I groaned.  "Yesssss, more, please.  Don't stop." I felt her
fingers circle around inside my bowel.  "Deeper," I moaned.  Peggy found a
way, somehow and I moaned again.  She moved her finger to the front part of
my colon and pressed against my prostate.  "OH, GOD!!!" She pressed and
copious amounts of fluid streamed out of the slit at the tip of my cock and
ran down my rigid shaft.  As she massaged my gland, I felt as though I was
going to cum and cum hard.  If I did, I'd never be able to fulfill her
earlier request of getting a good one from me.  And, I was being closely
observed.  Both Jack and my wife were still laying on the bed as Peg probed
my insides while I moaned and groaned in passion.  Evie had never seen that
kind of love play before and probably had never even considered the
possibilities.  She watched with great interest.  I noticed that the cum
around her mouth and on her face was beginning to dry.

   As much as I hated to forego the sensation of Peggy's delightful finger,
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed her firmly to the mattress.
As we altered our positions, her finger slid out of my rectum.  I squeezed
my ass tightly to prolong the sensation and it felt good sliding out.

   "You are beautiful," I whispered to her face.  She smiled and her mouth
signaled her desire to be kissed.  My lips found hers and she pressed
herself into my body as our tongues began to dance within each other's
mouth.  I rolled on top of her.  I felt her large firm breasts under my
chest and I could also feel her nipples grow stiff and firm as they dug
into me.  She also felt my hard, stiff cock pressing against her belly and
she shifted and spread her thighs to allow it to slide down where it could
do some good.  I could feel the hair on her pussy tickling my shaft as my
bone slid down between her legs.  She bounced her hips up and down as my
cock settled in her slippery, wet labia and the tip rubbed her clit.

   "Ohhhh, Dick.  Yes," she cried.  We were both so horny and ready, after
watching our spouses a few moments before.  I wanted this woman and I
wanted her now.  My hands traced the swollen flesh of her lovely breasts.
My fingers rolled her hardened nipples.  Peg went ballistic.  "Ohhhhhhh,
please put that hard cock into my pussy, NOW!!  I want you to fuck me,
NOW!!"

   I reached down and took Peggy's knees and brought them back to her
chest. She spread her legs as wide as she could and I looked down and saw
her lovely flat stomach rising and falling with each breath that she took.
I saw that beautiful, triangular patch of red hair.  I pushed her legs up
further against her breasts, exposing a wet and open pussy, just begging
for me to enter.  My hands were occupied, holding her legs against her
breasts so I had to maneuver my penis by moving my groin around, until I
could feel the head of my cock against the slippery opening of her vagina.
I pressed myself slowly down.  I could feel the warm, wet lips envelope my
cock head.  I pressed down and felt the walls of her vagina being spread by
the hardness and girth of my prick.  She moaned deeply as my cock continued
inward.  I could feel the rough textured walls of her love tunnel sliding
across the taut skin of my sensitive penis.  She was so wet and open, that
in spite of of having a normally tight pussy, I encountered nothing that
would impede my slide into her depths.  I was in all the way.  I could feel
her hard pubic bone pressing against mine.  Our curly pubic hair knitted
together.  My belly lay against the undersides of her upraised thighs.  I
began the outward stroke.  Her muscles gripped me as though they could
prevent me from leaving.  But, although I could feel that sensuous
pressure, she was so wet and slick from our combined lube juices, there was
no force in the world that could stop me from slowly sliding out.  I
withdrew my cock completely from her vagina.  Peggy looked up into my face
with a puzzled expression as the head of my cock felt the cool outside air.

   "Fear not, little one," I cooed.  "I just want to feel the sensation of
entering you again." My cock found her opening without any problem and I
was again sliding inward to the furnace that was her vagina.  I began to
stroke, in and out.  Long, sensuous strokes that took me to her labia and
then back down; deep, deep.

   "Deeper, Dick.  Go Deeper," she moaned.  How could I go any deeper?  I
let go of her knees and her legs fell on either side of mine.  I put my
hands under her shoulders and she moved her legs around my body and locked
her ankles together behind my pumping buttocks.  Peggy lifter her ass off
the mattress on each down stroke and I thrust my hips to meet her movement
while I pulled her body down with my hands on her shoulders.  I went deeper
and she gasped as the crown of my cock pressed firmly against her cervix. I
had filled her completely.  My thrusts were coming faster and faster as I
lost myself in the passion.  I could feel the firm cone of her cervix
pressing into the tip of my penis on each down stroke and I felt like I
owned the world.  I saw my wife laying stomach down between our legs.  She
must have a good view of my cock thrashing in and out of Peg's sopping
pussy.  I could hear my balls slapping against her tight butt.  I'm sure
that Ev could hear it even better from where she was.

   Suddenly Peggy pushed me off of her, just as I was feeling my scrotum
tighten.

   "WHAT?" I yelled.

   "Fuck me in the ass," Peggy pleaded.  "I want you to cum in my ass!"

   Holy shit.  I had never had anal sex, before.  Peggy rolled over on her
stomach and stuck her pretty ass in the air.  She reached behind her and
grabbed my engorged cock and guided it between her fleshy cheeks until I
was positioned at her puckered hole.  A lot of our goo had seeped down from
her pussy and was glistening in the little hollow of her rectum.  It was
still closed tight and I didn't know how I would get my swollen rod in
there without tearing her apart.  But, she pressed her ass against my cock
and I felt the tip press against her asshole.  It picked up some of the goo
and slid inside against the sphincter.  I guess Peggy concentrated on
relaxing because I was able to press forward and in spite of the tightness,
I felt myself sliding in and in and in and "OOOooohhhh, God!" It was in
deep and it was slippery and warm.  No, it was hot.  And, it was great.  I
pounded Peggy's ass until her knees buckled and she fell flat against the
mattress.  My hips and stomach slapped against her firm, round cheeks. 
Evie was watching with a mixture of....of...I don't know.  Was it horror
that her husband was finally getting anal sex from someone and it wasn't
her?  Was it curiosity that Peg could be enjoying what I was doing to her.
For she certainly seemed to be judging from the moans and groans of
pleasure and lust that were escaping from her throat.

   "I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum.  I'M SO CLOSE.  Oh, Please.  FUCK MY
ASS."

   I fucked.  And I reached around with one hand and slid it down her
stomach and between her legs.  My finger found her wet slit and slid down
to her vagina.  I slipped two fingers inside of her as I pounded her ass. I
could feel my hard cock sliding in and out, through the thin membrane that
separated her colon from her vagina.  I was ready to explode.  I saw Evie
watching everything.  I moved my fingers out of Peggy's cunt and found her
eager clit.  My fingers were oily and slid around her swollen bud and
that's all that she could take.

   "UNGH, UNGH, UNGH," was all that she could manage as her climax crashed
through her body.  She pushed her ass up with each of my thrusts to take me
as deep and as hard as she could.  Her entire body was engulfed in orgasmic
spasms and I felt them gripping my pounding cock as her ass hole tightened
and relaxed over and over and over again.  Suddenly I was spewing my spunk
into her intestines as I rode over the crest of the wave and over the other
side.  I heard myself grunt and snort as I shot my hot sperm into Peggy's
stomach.  My cock, now lubricated by my slime, slid in and out of her ass
with abandon.  The bed was bouncing with the assault our bodies were making
on it.  Jack was standing by the bed encouraging his wife.  "Go baby, go.
Do it.  Do it hard.  Do it good." And, she did.  She did it good and she
did it hard.  She kept cumming as I shot my load.  She kept cumming as she
felt my stiff cock sliding in and out of her body.  She kept cumming as my
fingers slid around her clitoris.  She was still cumming when I had
finished and my spent and exhausted body just slumped across hers.  Even
though it wasn't sliding in and out, anymore, Peggy could still feel my
hardness filling her body and she pressed against it and came some more.

   All I could do at this point was lay there and allow Peggy to finish.  I
was done.  My penis was growing flaccid and soon slid out of that wonderful
hole.  I rolled over on my back.  My cock was limp and covered with my cum.
My cum was oozing out of Peggy's ass and running down her buttocks and onto
the sheet in sticky puddles.

   I didn't care.  I was in a daze from all that had transpired this night.
I had been sucked and fucked and raised to new heights of passion, lust and
ecstasy.  I had finally experienced the thrill of cumming in someone's
mouth.  And, I finally had anal sex.  I was in hawg heaven.

   Evie seemed stunned.  Evidently she couldn't believe that any woman
could enjoy being fucked in the ass.  But, she was witness to Peggy's
passion.  She heard Peg's shouts of pleasure and watched her thrash around
on the bed as I pounded her from behind.  There was no denying the evidence
as my spermy fluids oozed out of Peggy's rectum, across the round cheeks of
her beautiful ass and down her thighs to create new puddles and stains on
our linen.  What a night this had been.

   In spite of the passion and desire we all felt, the activities that we
had enjoyed had taken their toll and we were all exhausted and drowsy
beyond words.  We took turns in the shower, making a quick rinse to wash
off the sweat and semen from our bodies and one by one we collapsed
together, onto the large king-sized bed.  We were still paired off with
each others spouse.  Evie curled up with her back pressed against Jack's
stomach with his arms wrapped around her.  His limp cock and balls nestled
in the crack of her fine ass.  I lay next to her with Peggy on my other
side and my hand found a resting place between her legs, against her pussy,
while she cupped my scrotum with her hand.  We each fell asleep pressed
together in an erotic tableaux.

   I slept like a stone for about three hours.  I was stirred to
consciousness very gradually by the movements of the bodies next to me.  I
could hear some heavy breathing and some groaning.  As I came awake I could
see dim shapes next to me and as my eyes became accustomed to the weak
light coming from under the closed bedroom door, I saw that Evie was on her
hands and knees.  Jack was kneeling behind her, fucking her from the rear.
Could it be?  Was it possible that my wife; the woman who called me a
pervert every time my cock accidentally pressed her anus while trying to
make love to her pussy, was taking it up the ass?

   "OH GOD!!  Ungh.  Ungh.  Oooow, yes, YES!  Do it, Jack.  DOOOO IT!" All
of a sudden, Ev found a voice and words to express her passion.  This was
NOT the woman that I had known and lived with for so many years.  This was
a lust filled creature who couldn't seem to get enough sex.

   Peg was awake and the two of us sat up to watch the other two lovers. 
Indeed, Jack's long, slim pole was pumping in and out of Evie's ass.  He
was making long, slow strokes and I could see the bulbous head of his slick
cock slide almost the way out of her puckered asshole before sliding all
the way back in, until his balls plopped against my wife's wet cunt.  She
had to be able to feel them banging against her tender clitoris and soon
she was making animal sounds from deep within her throat.

   "Uuuuunnnngh, uuuuuuuunnnnggghhhh, oooooooohhhhhhh, yes, aaagggghhhh. 
NNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn"

   Ev saw me watching her and she shifted her upper body so that her face
was directly over my groin.  Her hands reached over and spread my legs and
she gently squeezed my balls.  I began to rise to the occasion.  Ev opened
her mouth wide and swallowed my stiffening cock while Jack continued to
pummel her from behind.  I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope my penis.
I couldn't believe that this was happening.  One cock was driving up her
ass while another was slipping down her throat.  She adjusted her head
slightly, and I felt myself sliding into her throat, deep; deeper than I
had ever been in our time together.  She sucked me hard and I felt her
muscles constrict around me as she slowly slid her mouth back.

   Jack increased his speed and his stroke shortened as he drove towards
his orgasm.  He grabbed my wife's shapely hips to add to his leverage as
Evie lowered her shoulders and head to the mattress.  Her ass came higher
and Jack drove deeper than before as his body began to shudder with the
strength of his spurting climax.  He shot his hot load into my wife's
stomach.  As soon as she felt the heat from his semen flooding her bowel,
she could hold back no longer.  She let my cock slip from her mouth as she
concentrated on her own pleasure.  Her climax created strong spasms from
the core of her being and the muscles in her rectum clamped and loosened
around Jack's rigid pole, milking every ounce of his spunk into her.  Evie
collapsed stomach down on the bed with jack still impaled in her colon. 
They both lay there, gasping for breath as Peg and I, aroused by what we
had seen, began to grope one another.

   Jack's spent penis slipped out of my wife's ass and I could see the
results of their ardor adorning her anus and pussy.  Peg and I were
standing beside the bed and I pushed her forward until her head and
shoulders were resting on the sheets, inches from her husband and my wife.
I was too aroused for foreplay and the glistening lips of Peggy's pussy
indicated that she didn't need any.  My erection found the opening to her
vagina and slid all the way in with no objection.  Her shapely buttocks
were an incentive and I fucked her deep and hard.  It didn't take much to
bring our lust bubbling to the surface and Peggy moaned loudly as I spilled
my seed into her.  Two more strokes and she was shouting her passion into
her husband's ear.  I was amazed to see signs of my stringy goop around her
pussy as I pulled out.  I didn't think after so many orgasms that I would
have anything left.  But, I was wrong.

   Sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains signaled the beginning
of a beautiful Sunday morning, as the four of us finished yet another
shower and got dressed.  Fortunately, our children were too young to
question why our friends were at the breakfast table so early, when they
came down.  Evie cooked up a batch of her delicious pancakes which we
ravenously wolfed down.  The night's strenuous activity gave us all a
healthy appitite.

   We all felt fine about what had transpired and I felt that Ev and I had
moved into a different phase in our lives.  I was certain that our sex life
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