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This is just a little fluff in multiple chapters.  Some stuff I was trying
out to see if it worked.  Nothing too kinky.  Some romance, some swinging,
some girl-girl, some light BDSM (in future chapters), some moral dilemas.
I wrote about five or six chapters of this series and lost interest.
Here's chapter 1.  Feedback welcome at mstrhole@(NOSPAM)gmail.com.

See most of my stories at mstrholesstories.blogspot.com

*...all ideologies are totalitarian. *--* Raoul Vaneigem*
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LIFE OF THE MAINWARINGS PART 1: An Unusual Proposal By: MstrHole

   (M/F, Swinging, oral, vaginal)

   One of the things that happens when a man loses a lot of weight over a
relatively short period of time (probably happens for women, too, but since
I'm not one, and it seems rather indelicate to ask, I can't say with any
certainty) is that his libido suddenly reverts to that of a hormone infused
teenager.  Well, this story is about a man who made some lifestyle changes
in his late 50's and suddenly dropped about 100 lbs.  Part of the lifestyle
change was a rigorous and regular gym routine involving a good mix of
cardio and resistance training.  He was fortunate to work near a University
with an undergraduate program in athletic training that required its
students to do practical work in the field.  Thus he was able to acquire
the services of a physical trainer for a price that he could afford.

   Why am I telling you this?  Because I'm the one writing the story and I
can.

   At any rate, Sean Mainwaring (pronounced MAN-er-ing) suddenly found
himself at age 60 with the sex drive of his much younger (and much more
randy) self.  His wife, who had not embraced his lifestyle change (she
hadn't ever gotten very overweight in the first place), and who found her
own sexual desire for her husband waning rather than waxing, soon grew
weary of his constant advances.  One night, after fending Sean off in the
bathroom as she was getting ready for bed she decided enough was enough.

   "Sean!  No!" she exclaimed as he put his hand up her nightgown and
grabbed one of her ass cheeks while simultaneously nuzzling the back of her
neck with his lips.  This was a move that, in her younger years, would have
turned her pussy instantly into a swamp and increased her heart rate.  Now,
she was just tired of it.  In truth, she had lately found herself thinking
about women as sexual partners, but this isn't her story (I may tell it
later if I feel like it), so we'll say no more about that for the present.
She turned around and put her back to the counter and pushed Sean away with
both hands on his chest.

   "Sean.  You know I love you, but I'm just not interested in sex right
now," she said, kissing him on the cheek.  "But I know this is important to
you and I've been thinking about it.  Let's go sit down and have a talk."

   "OK," Sean said, his hardon still tenting his briefs, but disappointment
etched on his face.  Lately he'd taken to masturbating many times a day
just to rid himself of his near constant tumescence.

   Pamela, Sean's wife, took his hand and led him back into their master
bedroom.  She sat down on one of the wing backed chairs at one end of the
room, tucked her still sexy legs up under her still shapely (even at age
60) ass, and turned to face Sean, who had taken the opposite chair.

   "I have a proposal, and one that I do not make lightly, so please take
it seriously.  I'm very happy that you've lost all this weight and have
gotten yourself back into shape.  It's good for you and I can see that, for
the most part, it's made you a much happier person overall, except for the
fact that you now want sex every day, and often many times in the same day,
and I just am not up for that anymore."

   "And?"

   "I don't want you to be frustrated, and I know you've started wanking to
porn - you really need to learn how to properly clear the cache on our web
browser dear - so I want to offer you an alternative."

   "Well, don't keep me in suspense, Pamela, out with it!"

   "I want you to have an affair.  Multiple ones if you can manage them."

   Sean was stunned.  Of all the phrases he'd ever expected to hear from
Pamela's mouth `I want you to have an affair' weren't in the top 1000.  His
mouth dropped open like a beached fish.  He had been rendered speechless
(and if you knew Sean, you'd know how rarely that had happened).  When he
finally recovered enough to respond, he said,

   "Have you lost your mind?"

   Pamela smiled.  "No, dear, it's right where it's always been, safely
lodged between my ears."

   "I assume there's a catch," Sean added.

   "I suppose you could call it that.  The catch, as you say, is that *I*
get to pick the women you have sex with.  In fact, we'll do it together,
but the final say will always be mine.  We will have no secrets, you and
I."

   Sean's grin suddenly replaced the beached fish expression he had been
wearing and it filled his face as his mind began to consider the
possibilities.  Perhaps his wife might be interested in a threesome?  Well,
that would be down the road a bit, perhaps.

   "You're going to pick the women?  How exactly?"

   "Oh, I've already put up a profile on one of the better known internet
hook-up sites.  I'll snap some pictures of your newly buff self so we have
something to add to your profile, and I've written what I think is an
intriguing profile, making it clear that though you are married, your wife
approves of your philandering and is actively involved in choosing your
partners.  One caveat - it can't be anyone we know, either personally or
professionally, and no one in our circle must ever find out.  I think if
we're careful, that can be possible.  We live in a major metro area, after
all."

   "Well, darling, I must say that your idea has a certain appeal, but I'm
shocked that you're willing to go to these lengths to help me with my
problem.  I'd much rather just have sex with you, my love.  You're still
the most desirable woman I've ever met.  Doesn't it make you feel good that
I still want you?  I know so many men whose wives are begging them for sex
and they just aren't interested anymore.  I just don't understand
sweetheart."

   "Hormones, darling.  It's all about hormones.  Some women, and I
apparently am one, face the diminishment of sexual desire after they go
through the change.  But, yes, it is flattering that you find me so
desirable after all these years, and I do still enjoy sex with you - just
not four or five times a day, or a week for that matter.  I want our
marriage to continue, so I don't want you sneaking off to bop some floozy
on a business trip.  If you're going to stray from our marriage vows I am
not only going to be aware of it, but in charge of it.  Deal?"

   Sean didn't immediately respond.  He felt like their relationship was
approaching some sort of paradigm shift and he was uncertain how he felt
about that.  In 40 years of marriage he had never strayed.  There had been
opportunities, particularly during his stint as a young college instructor
- some of his students had given off strong hints that should he be
interested in bopping them they were there for the bopping - but he had
remained true to his marriage vows.  Now, his wife was telling him that she
wanted him to find relief in the arms of another woman.

   "I don't know what to say, dear.  You're the only woman I want, and I
fear that if we start down this path there may be unintended consequences."
(Yes, unfortunately, Sean had received more education than was good for
him, and really did talk this way.  Did I mention that he was 8 inches and
thick?  Yes, that makes up for a lot, seemingly.)

   "I've given this a lot of thought and I believe that as long as I'm
picking the women and the sex takes place in that bed," she said, pointing
to the king sized bed across the room, "everything will be all right."

   "So let me make sure I understand this.  You want to choose women for me
to bring home and have sex with.  Where will you be when this sex is taking
place?"

   "Oh, shopping, visiting my mother, volunteering at the library, having
my nails done - you know, that sort of thing."

   "OK, here's another problem.  What makes you so sure that you'll find
someone else willing to have sex with me?  Most of the dating sites that
I've heard of have male to female ratios of at least 100 to 1."

   "Don't sell yourself short, Sean.  In spite of your Irish heritage you
have an eight inch dick, and you are a very handsome man (Sean actually
blushed at this point), which puts you way out in front of most of the
trolls infesting the hook up sites.  I've researched this, Sean, and I'm
sure it will work.  Please consider it."

   "Done.  When do we start?"

   Pamela laughed.

   "I knew you'd say that.  Here, take a look," she said, holding out her
iPad.

   Sean took the tablet which woke up at his touch to reveal a popular
internet hook up site.  He saw that she had, in deed, already developed a
partial profile for him, sans revealing photos, and that a fair number of
women had looked at it.  Of course you never know with these things, they
might have just been spammers, he thought.  He also noted that she'd sprung
for a "gold" membership, meaning that he could actually look at other
profiles, send messages, etc.  He was impressed, but still a little bit in
shock.

   "Let's get some photos of you," she said, standing and taking the iPad
from his hands.  "Profiles with pictures get a lot more action.  No face
pics yet, of course.  We'll have to give those up at some point - no woman
is going to meet someone whose face she hasn't seen - but for the profile
we just need some general body shots and the obligatory pic of your not
inconsiderable junk, as they say these days.  Stand up."

   Sean stood up and faced Pamela, feeling suddenly self-conscious - almost
like the first day of junior high gym class when he'd had to be naked in
front of other boys for the first time.  Pamela snapped several pictures of
him with the iPad.

   "OK, drop the shorts and let's get a few photos of Mr.  Johnson," she
said.

   Sean's cock was still erect (seemingly its base state these days) when
he stripped off his briefs.  Pamela took a picture.  "Turn so you're in
profile please," she ordered.  He complied and she snapped a few more.

   "Good.  That ought to do it for now.  Let's get these uploaded and see
what happens," Pamela said.

   A few moments later, Pamela had chosen the photos for the profile,
uploaded them, and decided which one was the main photo.

   "OK, take a look at the profile and let me know what you think," she
said, handing the pad back to Sean.

   This is what she had written in the intro:

   Middle aged woman needs your help managing hubby's burgeoning libido. 
(That was the headline) My husband has recently undergone a physical
transformation.  He's lost a LOT of weight and has become a gym rat.  Most
women would be delighted, and believe me, I'm happy that he's taken more
interest in his health.  The problem is that he now wants sex about five or
six times A DAY.  I just can't handle it.  I need some help, and I don't
want him sneaking around behind my back, so, ladies, I'm asking you to help
me out here.  I need someone (or someones) to help siphon off some of his
sexual energy.  He's a handsome man, well spoken, charming, good sense of
humor, and he has a thick 8 inches between his legs to go along with some
serious staying power.  The catch here is that I get to choose the women he
brings into our home to have sex with, so you'll need to go through me to
get to him.  He doesn't have the password to this account and will only see
what I allow him to see.  You won't be communicating privately with him,
ever, and if you try, well, you don't want to go there.  What we're looking
for is some NSA boinking for hubby just to keep him from driving me crazy.
What do you say ladies?  Help a sister out please?

   Sean laughed.

   "That's quite a profile statement.  Gotten any hits on it yet?"

   "Yes, quite a few, actually, but only a couple from our area.  A lot of
women just wrote because they were curious, and I've actually made a few
friends in the process.  Women mostly who want to know why I'm doing this
and how it's working."

   "Can I see who's responded?"

   "Of course, dear," Pamela said, tapping the iPad's surface and then
handing it to him.  "Here's a pretty hot candidate."

   She had opened a profile - "SexySadie61" - and it displayed a photo of a
woman of about Pamela's age with a nice build, long auburn hair, and a
killer smile.  She was 61 years old, married but looking, and lived in a
suburb on the other side of the metro from Pamela and Sean.  She had
several bikini photos but no nudes.  The bikini shots were revealing
enough, however, and Sean was interested.

   "Did she message you?  May I see what she wrote?"

   "Message us, darling, message us.  And, yes, tap the envelope icon and
scroll down to see her message.  She and I have been corresponding
already."

   "You were pretty sure of yourself, darling."

   "Yes, I was, now shut up and read."

   Her smile took the sting out of what might have been a rebuke, and he
clicked the envelope revealing the message.

   Dear Karensproblem (her screen name -using her middle name),

   This is the most unusual profile I've ever seen on this site, and I've
been here a while.  I must admit I'm intrigued.  If your husband is built
like you say he is and if he really does have your blessing, I'm interested
in meeting you.  Both of you.  Can we talk on the phone?  I see that you
live across town.  Perhaps we could meet for coffee or a drink and find out
more about each other.  I've enclosed a photo of me and would appreciate
one back.

   Sean saw that Pamela had responded to SexySadie61.

   Dear SexySadie61,

   Yes, this is real.  I understand that this is an unusual profile, but
please believe me, this man I'm describing is my husband of 40 years and we
have no wish to end that relationship.  He's just gotten so randy lately
that it's more than I can handle.  I have decided, and I know he'll agree
(men all think with their penises, wouldn't you agree?), that it's best if
he blows off some steam elsewhere.  I'm OK with that as long as I know
about it and choose the women.  Oh, and the sex has to take place in our
home and there will be no private communication whatsoever.  That's a deal
breaker.  I'll send you some photos when I get them.  Here's a picture of
my hubby taken at a recent gala for our local public television station. 
Doesn't he look great in a tux?

   "You sent her a picture of me?"

   "Of course, darling, and now I'll send a few of these to her," Pamela
said, taking the iPad back again and tapping in the commands to send
SexySadie61 a few of the photos they'd just taken.

   "Anyone else nibble on your ad?"

   "Yes, here's another," Pamela responded, pulling up another profile.

   "Looking4Daddy?  Really?"

   "I thought you might want someone younger to play with, and some girls
still have daddy fantasies.  She's legit.  I checked her out.  We had
coffee last week at the Starbucks in the mall."

   "You what?"

   "Oh don't act so put out.  It's not like you were going to say no."

   Sean was a little taken aback by how much Pamela had done behind his
back.  She must really have been getting desperate.

   "Darling, I'm sorry if my demands have become a burden to you (yes, as I
said, he really talks like this), and I had no idea they were producing
this level of distress.  Are you sure you don't want me to just wank to
porn or something for relief?  I promise not to harass you more than once a
week."

   "You're so sweet, darling, but, no, I don't want you wanking to porn. 
You need a flesh and blood woman who is horny enough to satisfy you.  I
think as long as I'm picking them and we don't have any secrets, that this
can work.  And if it doesn't, or if either of us gets uncomfortable, we can
stop it and figure something else out."

   "All right.  What's next?"

   "Take a look at `Looking4Daddy' and then I'll show you the message she
sent."

   Sean looked down at the iPad screen.  Looking4Daddy was a 21 year old
coed at the local U who was looking for someone more mature as a sexual
partner.  She wasn't ready to get married and settle down and she was tired
of the local bar scene and being groped by drunken frat boys.  She wanted
something else.  Her photos were pretty hot too.  She obviously worked out
a lot.  She had a nice set of perky tits and a tight ass to go along with
her red hair and fair skin.

   "OK, what'd she say?"

   "Go back to the inbox.  The string starts about six messages down."

   He looked.

   Dear Karensproblem,

   This is pretty crazy, but I just had to write to see if you were for
real or if this was just spam - some internet troll seeing if women would
bite.  I'm everything my profile says I am, so if you're real, please send
back a picture and let me know.

   Pamela's response:

   Dear Looking4Daddy,

   Yes, we are a real couple.  Here's a recent photo (clothed) of my hubby.
He's recently transformed himself, physically, and now has the libido of a
16 year old boy.  It's too much for me and I'm looking for help from
willing sisters of just about any age.  This will be NSA sex only, and only
with my knowledge.  No private communication.  Hubby doesn't have password
access to this account.  If we agree to meet, you'll meet me first for an
`interview,' which, if all goes well, will lead to more.  Write back if
this is acceptable.

   Looking4Daddy wrote back:

   Karen,

   Let's meet.  Your hubby is a hunky guy.  I think I'm as curious as I am
turned on by this and I want to meet you anyway even if things don't work
out.  I'd like to hear more about your relationship and why you're willing
to risk it after 40 years just so your hubby can get his ashes hauled. 
Here's my mobile number (XXX)XXX-XXXX.  Call or text me.

   "So you called her?"

   "Yes.  We spoke several times on the phone and she eventually believed
enough of my story to agree to a meeting in a public place.  She's very
careful.  Her name's Melissa, by the way.  We met at the Starbucks last
week and I think she's a worthwhile candidate.  I told her I'd get some
candid shots of you and send them to her, but even off the clothed picture,
she was interested.  In truth, I got the feeling that she would be
interested in both of us.  You'll note that her profile indicates that she
is bi-sexual."

   "Whiskey tango foxtrot!  You going bi in your middle age?"

   "No, silly.  Although I did have a couple of roommate flings in college.
Sometimes I wonder..."

   "T-M-I, sweetie."

   "I thought all men wanted to see their wives with other women.  You
don't?"

   Sean blushed.  Again.  His fair skin didn't allow him to hide it.

   "See.  I knew it.  You want to watch me have sex with another woman. 
Admit it."

   "Would you?"

   "We're not talking about my sex life here," Pamela said, deflecting Sean
for the moment.  "Let's stay focused on getting you laid."

   Sean let that go for now but filed it in the "to be discussed in greater
detail at a later date" folder of his brain.

   "OK, so, as I asked earlier, what's next?"

   "I've set up a meeting with Melissa for tomorrow after work at that same
Starbucks in the mall.  Your calendar says you'll be free after 5, so
perhaps we could just meet there around 5:30, and if we click, we can go
over to the Cheesecake Factory and have dinner together just to advance
things a bit."

   "And then?"

   "If all goes well, we'll set up a sex date."

   "Well, what if Melissa and I have chemistry and want to take things to
the next level tomorrow night?"

   "That's a possibility.  Now, let's talk ground rules.  One, no private
or secret communication with candidates.  No secret e-mails, phone calls,
texts, or instant messages.  All communication goes through me and I
decide, more or less, who you play with.  I'll try to provide as many women
as you can handle until you calm down a bit.  You fuck them here, in this
house, in this bed.  We're looking for fuck-buddies, not lovers.  And, to
be clear, you'll be fucking them, not making love.  Agreed?"

   Sean thought this over.  He still wasn't sure it would work, but his
cock was getting most of the blood so it was in charge and said "yes!"

   "OK, let's give it a try.  Have I mentioned how much I love you today?"

   "Only about 50 times, but I know you were mostly saying that to get into
my pants."

   "But I do love you, you know," Sean said, seriously.

   "Yes, darling, I know you love me, and I love you to death, which is why
it hurts me not to be able to give you what you want.  Oh, I suppose I
could just lay there and think of England, but I know that wouldn't give
you what you need.  It's not that I don't want sex, I just don't want it
several times a day anymore."

   "You're the best," Sean said, standing up and going to where Pamela sat,
leaning down, and kissing her forehead.

   "Let's go to bed and snuggle.  I promise I'll keep Mr.  Johnson under
wraps."

   And, they did, and he did.

   Fast forward to the next evening at 5:30.  The scene: a Starbucks in the
food court of the local mall.  Pamela and Melissa are already there,
sitting at a table enjoying coffee and conversation.  Melissa is an
attractive young redhead, about 5-6 or so, and very fit.  She has a great
smile, an infectious laugh, and freckles on her cheeks and across the
bridge of her pert little nose.

   Neither of them noticed Sean's approach until he was standing at the
table.

   "Oh, Sean!" Pamela exclaimed.  "We were so busy with girl talk that we
didn't see you."

   "I noticed.  I'm Sean," Sean said, offering Melissa his hand, which she
took in hers.  It was warm to the touch and just slightly moist - she was a
little nervous.

   "I'm Melissa," she responded, "and your photo didn't do you justice."

   "Nor did yours, Melissa."

   "Melissa and I have been talking, darling, and she's convinced that this
is on the level.  Should we go have dinner?"

   "We'd be fools not to.  Ladies?  Shall we?"

   Sean offered an arm to each of the women, who took them, laughing, and
the trio marched out of the mall and into the evening air.  Fifteen minutes
later, they were ensconced in a booth at the local Cheesecake Factory with
drinks and menus in front of them.

   "So, Sean," Melissa said, and then hesitated before continuing, "how do
you feel about all of this?"

   "Awkward, yet somehow very aroused," Sean said.  "How about you?  How do
you feel about (insert air quotes) all of this?"

   "Well, Pamela and I have talked about it.  A lot.  We've sort of become
friends over the past couple of weeks.  That helps, but it still seems a
bit strange, don't you think?  I mean, Pamela," Melissa said, looking at
Pamela, "you're basically pimping out your husband to strangers so that you
won't have to fuck him."

   Sean winced at the coarse term, but it was a small wince and went
unnoticed, except by Pamela, who was very perceptive about these things.

   "Well, it seems that way to me too, I guess," Pamela replied, "but
because I love my husband I want him to have his needs met.  This seems
like a good way to meet them and keep our marriage intact.  I'm thinking
that his raging hormones will settle down after his body adjusts to its new
shape and things will go back to where they were before all of this
started."

   This, of course, and I'm sure you've caught this by now, demonstrates
the flaw in Pamela's thinking and planning.  The idea that any man once
exposed to the idea of having a variety of sexual partners with his wife's
blessing - not just blessing but willing connivance - would go back to the
weekly pickle tickle is patently absurd, as we shall see, eventually, if I
ever get around to writing it up, that is.  "But if we're talking about
odd, Melissa," Pamela said, "what's up with wanting to have sex with
someone old enough to be your grandfather?"

   "Hey!" Sean said with mock anger.

   "Legitimate question, Pamela," Melissa replied.  "It's like I said, I'm
kind of tired of the amateur groping I get from boys my age.  Most of them
know nothing about foreplay, and only want to stick it in and get off. 
That is unless they just want a quick blow-and-go.  I put up with it for a
while because I thought that was all there was to it, but then, last
summer, I was traveling and I met this 50-something guy and, we, well,
let's just say I had my eyes opened.  That's all."

   "So, Melissa, now that you've met us and know we're for real, what do
you want to have happen next?"

   "Let's go for it," Melissa responded.

   "Let's go for it meaning what exactly," Sean asked.

   "I'm game if you are.  I've never had one 8 inches and thick before,"
she giggled, I'm afraid, oh yes she did.  It was a girlish giggle and it
grounded right in Sean's groin producing an instant boner.

   Sean looked at Pamela.

   "Over to you, I think, dear," he said, smiling.

   Pamela was, for the first time, facing the actual reality of what she'd
put in motion.  It is one thing to consider the kind of sanctioned
infidelity she'd proposed in the abstract, but now her husband and a young
woman were making goo-goo eyes at one another and it was obvious that they
were both experiencing some level of arousal.  She took a deep breath and
then picked up the check, waiving it and her credit card at a nearby
server.

   "Let's go to our place," she said, finally.

   The bill was quickly settled and the trio set out in their various
vehicles.  It was about a fifteen minute drive from the restaurant to the
Mainwaring's modest little mcmansion in a newer development on the
outskirts of this mighty, but unnamed, metropolis.  Two cars scooted into
the garage and a third parked on the concrete apron outside.  All three got
out and trooped through the connecting door and into the house.

   "You'll both want to freshen up, of course," Pamela said, "so, Melissa,
if you'll follow me, I'll show you where to go and do that and then lead
you to the bedroom.  Sean, go get ready, dear.  I'll bring her to you when
it's time."

   "Yes, dear," Sean said grinning like a school boy.

   Melissa looked at the bulge in Sean's grey flannel slacks, smiled, and
then followed Pamela down the hallway toward the guest bath.  Sean watched
Melissa's sexy backside disappear down the hall before heading in the
opposite direction to perform his own ablutions.  Freshly shaven and with
the strategic application of his favorite cologne (Imperiale by Guerlain),
Sean put on a pair of silk boxers and tried to strike a properly alluring
pose on the bed that he and Pamela had shared exclusively for so many
years. That felt silly, however, so he settled for lying on his left side
with his head propped against his left hand.  If his brain had been getting
the normal amount of blood flow he would probably have given some thought
to what he was about to do, in a moral sense, but that didn't happen.  He
had a hardon and this wasn't the time for introspection.

   Pamela, meanwhile, escorted Melissa to the guest bathroom and showed her
where she could change.  Melissa, having come to the mall prepared for
anything, had brought a sexy little nothing of an outfit into which she
planned to change before being presented in the master chamber.  So, she
fluffed up a bit, made sure she would smell and taste as sweet as could be,
and then doffed her slacks and blouse combination in favor of a pale peach
teddy and thong combo - the thong tied together with a pair of bows at
either hip.  It was fetching, to say the least.  Even Pamela thought so
when Melissa emerged from the guest room a few minutes later.

   "Oh, I think Sean will just eat you up," she said.

   "I hope so," Melissa giggled.

   Pamela sighed, wondering, and not for the last time, if she was doing
the right thing.

   "Well, in for a penny," she murmured.

   "What?"

   "Never mind.  Come on, let's go meet your new lover, Melissa," Pamela
said, holding out her hand to the young girl.

   Hand in hand they walked slowly down the long hallway toward the other
end of the house where the master suite was located.  Melissa was nervous.
Pamela was scared to death.

   "What the fuck am I doing," Pamela thought.

   "What the fuck am I doing," Melissa thought.

   "What's taking so long," Sean thought, or rather his dick thought
because his male appendage had taken over all of the higher brain functions
normally associated with things like `thought.'

   Pamela stopped when they reached the door to the master suite.

   "Sean is my husband.  He loves me and I love him.  I'm doing this for
him.  If you mistreat him or try to steal him from me there will be a
reckoning."

   "Yes, Ma'am," Melissa responded meekly.  "I understand."

   Melissa, acting on impulse, put her arms around Pamela and kissed her on
the cheek, whispering, "I"ll take good care of him for you, Pamela.  But I
can definitely see why he wants to sex you up so many times a day - you're
gorgeous."

   Pamela felt a flush scatter across her flesh at the words.  Her pussy
actually tingled and she felt it start to dampen.  Was she?  No, not after
all these years.  She shook herself mentally and returned Melissa's kiss on
the cheek before stepping out of the embrace and turning the young redhead
toward the door to the bedroom where her husband lay waiting.

   "Now, go on in and have a good time.  He really is a good lover.  I just
don't need him poking me five or six times a day anymore," Pamela said,
patting Melissa on the backside and turning to walk back down the hall. 
She heard the door open and close and then she was putting on her coat and
heading back out into the night.  She'd return a few hours later to find
out how it all went.

   Sean heard a low murmur of voices in the hall outside the master suite
and his cock gained even more stiffness if that were possible.  He hadn't
had erections like these since he was a teenager.  No blue pills needed. 
He was rock solid and his balls felt like they were swollen to the bursting
point with semen.  Of course, as anyone knows, this is sort of a misnomer.
The testes produce sperm, but semen is produced in the seminal vesicle,
which is why men like Sean, who have had a vasectomy, can still produce
ejaculate.  It is popular in erotic fiction, however, to treat the balls as
though they are vast reservoirs of semen which needed emptying frequently.
Now where was I?

   The door opened and there she was on the threshold.  Sean had the good
manners to stand up (parts of him, or should I say a part of him, was
already at attention and saluting vigorously) when she entered the room.

   Melissa, now as shy as a bride on her honeymoon night, stepped into the
room far enough to close the door behind her and then stopped, suddenly
unsure what to do next.  Most of her experiences with boys had been in the
back seats of cars, behind the bleachers at football stadiums, or on rec
room sofas during alcohol fueled parties.  This was terra incognita.

   Sean looked at her, or rather stared at her.

   "Damn, you're beautiful," Sean said in a low growl.  The sound of his
voice and the obviously advanced state of his arousal sent a buzz up and
down Melissa's spine, and caused her nipples and clitoris to become stiffly
erect as her pussy moistened.

   "Looks like you're happy to see me," Melissa giggled, walking over to
where Sean was standing next to the bed, and staring pointedly at the tent
in his silk boxers.

   And then his arms were around her and they were kissing.  Sean loved
kissing, as Pamela could attest.  He'd never gotten over his teenaged
predilection for long makeout sessions full of groping, grinding, and spit
swapping.  He was a good kisser.  If he kissed you, you'd be thoroughly and
completely kissed.  When she was in the mood, Pamela could achieve mini
orgasms just from his kisses.  When she was in the mood, that is.

   Melissa moaned into Sean's mouth as he claimed her.  His arms crushed
her body to his and she felt the hot iron bar of his cock pressing into her
belly, smelled the heady fragrance of his cologne, tasted the minty fresh
mouthwash he must have used just before their tryst, listened to his
breathing as they held each other close.

   Her hands wandered up and down his back, not knowing where to go next or
what to do.  His hands likewise explored her soft, smooth, skin, eventually
moving down to cup her ass cheeks and pull her even tighter to his body. 
He thought his cock might burst if he didn't get it inside her soon. 
Either that or he would just pierce her belly with it where she stood - it
seemed that hard.

   Melissa was nearly overwhelmed by Sean's obvious desire for her.  No
horny teenager or college boy had ever demonstrated such focused regard for
her.  Oh, they wanted her, all right, but to be honest, a Fleshlight would
have worked just as well - they just wanted to get off and she happened to
be the closest jack-off device.  Sean wanted her, or that's the way she
perceived it.

   About this time Sean discovered the bows at each side of her thong and
untied them.  The little scrap of silk dropped to the floor between her
feet.  His hands gripped the hem of Melissa's teddy and whisked it up over
her head.  It joined the thong at her feet.  She felt herself being picked
up and deposited on the bed - gently deposited of course.  And then Sean
was on top of her, kissing her lips, her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, her
neck - his mouth was everywhere, seemingly, and all at the same time.  It
was like being devoured alive only without the pain of being torn limb from
limb.  His lips and tongue were like magic leaving searing trails of sexual
heat in their wake as they traversed the terrain of her flesh.  Her nipples
strained to become even more erect as she felt his mouth working its way
down her chest.

   "Ahhhhhhhhh," she cried as first her left nipple and then the right were
captured by Sean's hungry mouth.  Back and forth he went, not neglecting
either pap but sucking and licking them into a state of near diamond
hardness and leaving them shining with a coating of his mint flavored
saliva.  His hands gently squeezed and molded her tits as his mouth ravaged
her nipples, causing her arousal to reach the conflagration point.  Her
hips pumped at the air and her pussy felt heart wrenchingly empty.  She
wanted his massive tool to penetrate her and she wanted it right the hell
now.

   But even though he was horny as a proverbial billy goat, Sean was a
patient lover and was determined to get a taste of Melissa's sweet pussy
before he penetrated it with his prick.  And, so, he began to kiss and lip
nibble his way down across her abdomen, his nose picking up the
unmistakable scent of a woman in high arousal.  A light fuzz of downy hair
began just below Melissa's navel, forming a treasure trail that led to the
bright red curly fur covering her pubis.  She was neatly trimmed but she
hadn't given in to the Brazilian fad yet and he was glad.

   Sean repositioned himself so that he was lying between Melissa's
widespread legs.  He pressed his face to the top of her pubic mound and
inhaled the sweet musk of her femininity.  He never got tired of that
scent. It sent thunderbolts of desire right to his groin and made him moan.

   Sean slipped his hands under Melissa's ass and lifted her pubic mound to
his mouth like a chalice.  Her lower lips were slightly parted and covered
with droplets of her special dew; they were bright pink, almost fuchsia,
and visibly swollen with desire.  Her little "man-in-the-boat" was standing
straight out from the apex of her labial folds, an even deeper pink than
the surrounding flesh.  He took all of this in over a matter of a second or
two before lowering his mouth reverently to taste the petals of Melissa's
flower.

   When Melissa felt his tongue on her labial folds she jerked as if
suddenly plugged into a light socket.  Her hips surged off the bed
involuntarily as she sought to increase the contact between her pussy and
Sean's hungry mouth.  He allowed it, letting her hump his face as he
feasted on her juices.  His talented tongue traced the crenelated edges of
her inner lips, flicked repeatedly across the hard nubbin of her clitoris,
and probed the recesses of her vaginal opening.  His strong hands gripped
her ass and held her against him while she squirmed - torn between wanting
to maximize the contact and wanting to escape the relentless pleasure.

   Her orgasm arrived with the speed and power of a summer thunderstorm and
burst over her like a flood.  Her legs lifted and attempted to squeeze
together involuntarily, gripping Sean's head in a fleshy vise as she pumped
her hips against his face and squealed with delight.  NO man, and only a
couple of women, had ever made her cum this way, and she was lost in a
pleasure zone where coherent thought was banished and sensation owned her
entirely.

   Sean kept licking and sucking for all he was worth as he felt Melissa go
over the edge.  This was what he craved from a woman - her entire
submission to pleasure; giving in to sensation; letting go all pretense and
artifice.  In this moment her true womanliness came shining through and she
was free to be the sexual being that she was capable of being.

   Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded across Melissa's nervous system. 
Eventually it was all too much and she released her leg lock on Sean's head
and began pushing him away from her pussy.

   "Too much," she gasped, "too much.  Stop.  Oh God, please stop," she
begged.

   With a final kiss and flick of his tongue, Sean surrendered her pussy
and lifted his head to look up across Melissa's delightful abdomen and
heaving chest to observe how her fair skin revealed the sexual flush from
the top of her chest all the way to her face.

   Her muscles relaxed and post orgasmic lassitude threatened to overtake
her.  Then she felt Sean's lips kissing their way up across her now sweat
beaded belly, between her breasts, up her neck, and at last, he was kissing
her mouth again, breathing new energy into her flesh, stoking the flames of
her desire back to full conflagration.  She felt his cock drag across her
belly like a hot iron bar and she suddenly wanted it inside her like she
had never wanted anything in her life before.  She had to have him in her.

   "Fuck me, Sean," she whispered as their kiss broke.  "Put your cock in
me.  Please," she pleaded.

   She spread her legs wide and cocked up her hips making a cradle for his
own hips and inviting him to close the connection between them.  Sean
didn't need a second invitation.  He spit on his fingers and applied the
wetness to the head of his massive erection before fisting his cock and
notching it in the vestibule of Melissa's sex.

   "Ohhhhh....God," she moaned as she felt the massive head of his thick
cock begin to spread her pussy hole.

   "Mmmmmmm....so tight," Sean gasped as he pressed his cock into her
gradually yielding opening.  As slick and wet as she was he struggled to
gain entrance.  She adjusted the angle of her hips slightly spreading
herself even wider, pushing back against him to capture more of his girth
with her hungry pussy.

   Four, five, six, times Sean pulled back and pressed in again, each time
gaining more depth with his strokes.  Seven proved the magic number as he
finally felt himself sink into her warm, wet, tight depths.

   "Ahhhhhhhhh....yes!" Sean gasped as his cock slid home.

   "Oh...oh...oh...oh...my...god..." Melissa moaned as she felt him fill
her slit with his fat cock.  It was almost like losing her virginity again
only this time the man knew what he was doing, she didn't actually have a
hymen to break, and the cock was a LOT bigger.  It didn't hurt, it just
felt big.  No wonder Pamela didn't want this fat prick fucking her five
times a day...

   Eight inches is a big dick (except in porn valley, where it's only
average), but this one was really thick and that was what was giving
Melissa just the slightest bit of discomfort at the moment.  It was short
lived however, and within half a dozen in and out strokes she had forgotten
all about any momentary discomfort and was once again awash in endorphins
as the sawing of Sean's cock in and out of her pussy flooded her nervous
system with pleasure jolts.

   Sean started slowly, holding himself up on his elbows to keep his weight
off of her for the moment.  He dragged his cock back until just the head
was notched inside her vaginal sleeve and then slowly pushed back in until
his balls were resting in the crack of Melissa's ass.  He could feel her
inner muscles rippling up and down his cock as waves of ecstasy spread from
her sexual center throughout her body.  Her legs wrapped themselves around
his waist, her ankles locking together at the small of his back.  She used
this as leverage as she began to fuck him back, forcing him to pick up the
pace to match her rhythm.  She fucked him with an urgency Sean hadn't
experienced in a long time.  Even when Pamela was in the mood, their
lovemaking was much more relaxed, almost langorous.

   "Fuck me!" Melissa demanded, grabbing Sean's ass in both hands and
pulling him down as her hips pushed up.

   Sean said nothing.  He levered himself up onto his knees, grabbed
Melissa's legs behind the thighs, and pushed her legs back until her knees
were just about at her tits.  Then, going up onto his toes, he began to
plunge his massive member straight down into her steaming tunnel like a
reciprocating saw set on high speed.

   Melissa's scream was short as she felt the real assault on her pussy
begin.  She didn't have breath for more than a short scream in this
position.  Mostly what she did was grunt like a little fuck pig, and that's
what she felt like.  A.  Little.  Orgasmic.  Fuck.  Pig.

   Sweat dripped from Sean's chest and splashed against Melissa's thighs,
dripping down onto her face.  She opened her mouth and caught the drips on
her tongue savoring their salty, earthy, flavor - something that, were she
not swooning with lust, would have disgusted her completely.  Later she'd
think about this, but for now, she was lost in a sea of pleasurable
sensations and anything seemed like a good idea.

   Sean was trying to keep the pleasure Melissa's pussy was giving his
swollen cock form overtaking him.  He wanted to fuck this little coed silly
and show her what a real man could do (whatever that meant).  His entire
being was focused on the several square inches of flesh interacting at
their respective pubic regions.  In and out his cock sluiced through a
flood of lubrication and saliva as it transited her vaginal cavity again
and again.  The juicy, squishy, liquid sounds this made combined with the
fug of sexual scents, added to the atmosphere of sex that permeated every
cubic inch of the room.  Animalistic grunts substituted for speech as Sean
and Melissa rutted on the twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton
sheets of Sean and Pamela's marriage bed.

   If she could have, Melissa would have pulled Sean's entire body inside
of her.  For his part, Sean would gladly have complied and he did his best
on every stroke to slam every last fraction of an inch of his turgid flesh
into her steaming, clasping, channel.

   Orgasms, like taxes can only be postponed so long, and Sean's was
presenting its bill and demanding payment.  Melissa had lost count of the
number of times she had gone over the edge into the abyss of pleasure
called the climax.  Since she had achieved orgasm on Sean's tongue she'd
sort of reached a plateau state of pleasure where mini climaxes just kept
coursing through her nervous system ratcheting her pleasure quotient ever
higher.  When she sensed that Sean was about to achieve his own pleasure
apotheosis, however, her own pleasure spiked again.

   "Gonna cum, baby," Sean gasped.

   "Cum in me," Melissa managed to croak.  "Give it to me!" she gasped.

   With an animalistic growl Sean plunged his rampant charger to the hilt
one more time and unloaded his reservoir of semen into the pit of Melissa's
belly.  Again and again his cock flexed and spit its warm wet tribute into
Melissa's vaginal vestibule.  She felt it hit her; felt his cock jerk and
spit deep inside of her; and this triggered a new wave of orgasmic fury in
her already overtaxed nervous system.

   Every muscle in her body seemed to contract at once.  Sean thought that
his cock was going to be cut off at the root by the force of her vaginal
contractions.  Together they surfed the pleasure wave until it began to
dissipate.  Sean let Melissa's legs drop, which they did, like a ragdoll's
legs.  He leaned down and kissed her, tenderly, his cock still leaking its
liquid symbol of the power of lust into her pussy.  She could feel it
running out of her and streaming down the crack of her ass.  She wondered,
absently, if Pamela would want the sheets washed before she came to bed.

   Sean broke the kiss raised up and looked Melissa in the eye.  He was
looking for something.  Recognition?  Awareness?

   "He wants to know how he did," Melissa thought, "but knows he shouldn't
ask."

   "Are you OK," Sean asked.  "Sometimes I get a little carried away, and
as thick as I am, well, I hope I didn't hurt you."

   Melissa laughed.  This was not what she had expected.

   "I'm OK, Sean.  I'll probably be a little sore tomorrow, but it will be
a good sore, like the way muscles feel the day after a really good
workout."

   "Good.  Phew.  That was fantastic," Sean said as he pulled his now soft
member from the clinging confines of Melissa's now well fucked pussy.

   "Mmmmm...yes...fantastic describes it perfectly," Melissa sighed as she
felt the emptiness left behind by the withdrawal of Sean's cock.  She
wondered if he could get it up again and then realized that she was already
sore.  How long had they been at it anyway?  Most guys she'd been with came
within a minute or two of entering her pussy.  She stole a look at the
bedside clock and did a double take.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing's wrong.  I just can't believe you lasted that long."

   Sean laughed.  "Yeah, that's one of the problems Pamela has with my
wanting to have sex so often.  I'm not a hair trigger kind of guy, and she
gets tired sometimes."

   "Well, now THAT'S a problem a lot of guys would KILL for.  And their
girlfriends," Melissa said with a chuckle.

   Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she acted on her impulse at
once, diving between Sean's legs and slurping his sticky member into her
mouth before he could say or do anything to stop her.

   "Ohhhhh...fuck," he moaned as she scrubbed his cum coated cock with her
lips and tongue.  Not to be outdone, Sean grabbed Melissa's legs and
twisted her around so that her pussy was right over his face.  He'd made a
perfect mess of her crotch, that was for sure.  Her red pubic hair was
matted with a thick coating of orgasmic fluids.  He fastened his mouth to
her pussy and began gently licking her tender tissues, cleansing her of as
much evidence of their coupling as he could reach.  He didn't mind the
funky taste in the least.  Pulling down on her hips, he brought her rose
bud within reach of his tongue and relieved it of its coating of cum before
going back to munching her pussy lips and gently flicking her clit with his
tongue.

   Their gentle afterplay continued for some minutes before Melissa tore
her mouth away from Sean's tasty cock and she crawled back up to where she
could kiss him some more.

   "Wow," she whispered as their kiss broke.

   "Wow, indeed," Sean replied, smiling.

   "I want to do this again some time."

   "Yes, please," Sean said.  "And soon."

   "I need to go.  Exam tomorrow.  Politics of Southeast Asia.  Ugh!"

   "Say no more.  If you like, take a quick shower in there," he indicated
the direction of the master bath with a nod of his head.

   "That's OK.  I think you cleaned me up pretty good," Melissa said,
laughing.  She kissed him lightly on the lips once more and then hopped off
the bed to find her teddy and thong, which she picked up on her way to the
door.

   "See you soon," she said, waving as she took off down the hall to the
guest room where her clothing was stashed.

   Sean laid where he was, his hands behind his head and an unmistakable
smile of satisfaction on his face.  He hoped the cameras Pamela had
installed in the bedroom had captured all of this.  Perhaps watching it
would make Pamela horny and he'd get a second piece of ass today.  He heard
the distant sound of the front door closing and knew Melissa was gone.  He
reached to the nightstand next to the bed and found his phone.

   "Siri...call Pamela-wife," he said into the little black rectangle.

   "Hi hon.  She's gone.  Yes, it was good.  Thank you baby.  Want to come
home now and watch your horny hubby in action in high def?  OK, I'll be
here."
   (...To be continued...)

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