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 Open Marriage Chronicles - Part 2 (swingers, affairs)
 By Bill (c) 1991

 **


 People who move to Florida learn to expect visitors from the north. Early
 this summer, friends whom Bill and I had known in Long Island visited us
 for three days. Darryl and Rita are the only couple to whom we have
 confided that Bill and I have an "open marriage."

 With them was their beautifully blond son, Brad, who at 6'4" is an inch
 taller than Bill. Talented academically and athletically, Brad was now in
 his second year of a community college basketball scholarship. I learned
 later he was a rare breed of another type, a virgin.

 The day before they were to drive on to Key West on the
 narrow,120-mile-long highway above the Atlantic, we boated, waterskiied,
 and swam in our lake. After a late evening backyard picnic, Darryl and
 Rita were exhausted, trudging off to bed at ten p.m.

 Brad joined Bill and me for our nightly two-mile jog through the
 neighborhood. At the outer edge of a street lamp's yellow glow a few
 blocks away, Brad told me my elastic headband was tearing and about to
 break. We stopped as I removed it. Bill didn't notice we'd dropped back
 until he was a block away; so he waited for us to catch up.

 Brad retied the elastic strands. As he replaced it, he accidentally
 brushed by cutoff tee shirt, feeling the softness of my breasts. His face
 reddened beneath the street lamp's glare as he apologized, "Sorry,
 Ellen." He stretched the band around my hair.

 As his fingers brushed my ears longer than necessary, his eyes darted
 across my bare midriff.

 I smiled appreciatively, biting my lower lip. I began to realize how
 handsome Brad was. He was the type of young man every twelve-year old boy
 would want to emulate, the perfect basketball star for a movie studio's
 central casting.

 We caught up with Bill, Brad running a little behind me, then me behind
 Bill.

 When we returned to the house, I noticed that Brad's manhood had swelled,
 curving up beneath his running shorts. His member seemed extraordinarily
 long, but I assumed this to be an illusion of the loose folds of his
 shorts. I think Brad saw me glance down at his hardness as I muttered,
 "Good night. See you in the morning."

 We went upstairs. As I walked from the shower behind Bill to our bedroom,
 I noticed Brad had left the door to his room open. Darryl and Rita were
 in the downstairs bedroom. Brad's room was next to ours.

 In bed, I whispered to Bill what I'd observed.

 He grinned, telling me he'd noticed Brad had a semi-erection that
 afternoon while watching me water ski or just walk around in my
 string-bikini. Bill added, "I'm sure you're right about his length. I
 even think that Tom's nine inches might be dwarfed by Darryl's and Rita's
 son." I smiled at the mention of Tom, an employee of Bill's who'd served
 under Bill in the marines; the length of Tom's manhood had long been a
 topic he'd been kidded about. Bill went on, "I'd assumed the reason Brad
 was running behind us was just to admire your figure."

 Bill's a "watcher" who enjoys watching me engage in adultery with other
 men - or just telling him about occasional dates I have with bill's
 permission. Although that had been Bill's idea at first, I now adore this
 arrangement. But, I sometimes feel a bit guilty when I consider that Bill
 hasn't once been with another woman.

 Never one to miss an opportunity, Bill rose from bed quietly and opened
 our bedroom door. He returned to bed, dialed our own phone number,
 clicked down the receiver-button, and waited for the telephone to ring.
 Of course, all one receives when doing this is a telephone company
 recording telling the caller that he's dialed his own number.

 Bill "answered" the imaginary caller, then murmured a few businesslike
 remarks. He concluded with, "Sure, I can come down to the warehouse."
 Hanging up, he explained with a wink, "My employees found some inventory
 problems. The comptroller says I should be at warehouse-supply while they
 finish up the count. I'll call you on our bedroom line before I come home
 at seven a.m. to make sure I don't wake anyone too early." Bill was
 perfect. Brad heard every word.

 Bill drove a block away, parked the car, quietly reentered the house
 through the back door, and climbed the stairs with the grace of a cat to
 our room. Whispering his plan, he positioned himself behind the door to
 our walk-in closet.

 As he suggested, I let my nightgown puddle onto the floor, pulled my
 transparent white negligee over my nudity and walked past brad's open
 door to the bath. I brushed my teeth, clanked around a few bottles to
 make sure Brad heard, then walked back down the hallway.

 When I was in front of Brad's door, I turned casually to the window, my
 back to Brad, to look out over our large oak tree to the lake. I glimpsed
 the window's glass reflection; Brad sat up,watching me from his bed. I
 was hoping he would find some reason to join me in the hallway.

 I waited less than a minute. Brad would later tell me he was burning with
 passion as he lay naked on his bed, staring through his door, his long
 erect manhood pushing his sheet a foot toward the ceiling.

 I untied the ribbons at the neck of my transparent negligee,allowing it
 to fall open. The warm wind shuddered the leaves of the old oak tree,
 causing a branch to brush against the window pane. I heard a squeak, then
 a shuffle as he rose from his bed.

 He padded into the moonlit hallway, a large, bright red towel wrapped
 around his hips. Pretending he didn't know I'd been standing there, he
 apologized, "Oh, sorry, Ellen. I was just going to the bath." His
 engorged member was curving upward, pushing the crimson towel out an
 unbelievable length, straight toward me!

 I turned, nervously. My nudity was revealed through the negligee's open
 sheerness.

 Brad stared down, whispering as his eyes surveyed my body, "What time is
 it?" His sexual tension was palpable.

 I whispered softly, "Eleven-thirty. Beautiful view of the water from
 here, isn't it?" My throat pulsated. I gulped, staring at the form of his
 large penis protruding beneath the towel.

 His eyes glinted. He responded with strained casualness,
 "Yes,everything's beautiful here."

 We whispered small talk, each pretending not to notice the other's
 nudity, yet fearfully aware of the other's forbidden excitation. I placed
 my hand on his warm, muscular shoulder as we looked out the window.
 Finally, his arm slithered softly around my waist, beneath my negligee. I
 exhaled, gasping at the electricity as his warm nakedness touched mine.

 And there we stood, talking in low voices about the moonlit scene, each
 knowing we shouldn't, while pretending we weren't. Tremors rippled
 through our bodies. I stretched and yawned, my fingers brushing his
 towel-covered manhood. The towel bounced wildly! Until then, I'd
 convinced myself that his size was an illusion. Now, I gasped in fear!

 I murmured, my voice quaking, "Sweet dreams, Brad. I'm going to bed." My
 throat was choked with desire. I kissed him, motherly-like,on a cheek. My
 bared breast brushed the smoothness of his shoulder. I was breathless as
 I walked shakily to my bedroom, my knees trembling.

 He entered the bath, ran a couple of minutes of water, and padded softly
 back toward his room. He could see me laying on my side, nude,at the
 hallway's end through my open door.

 Brad lingered in the hall until deciding I was asleep. He walked to my
 door. Removing the flame-red towel, he draped it over a shoulder. He
 swallowed nervously as he surveyed my curves. His chest was heaving, both
 with fear of being caught and boyish excitement. His incredible hardness
 curved upward, bobbing in excitation. I'm sure he felt cleverly
 successful, sneaking this sight of my nudity as he leaned against the
 door jamb.

 I don't often think about my looks, but I'm aware that my face and body
 are what others consider beautiful. I realized the effect that this was
 having on this incredibly naive boy. Shuddering I gazed through
 half-closed eyelids at his wide shoulders and the lengthy cock curving up
 from his thick patch of blond hair. As if tossing in my sleep, I
 stretched out my right leg, pushing my left knee toward him.I bent my
 left arm along my side to allow him the full view of my breasts and
 shaved mound.

 His jaw sagged. His eyes widened. He gazed upon my body, shadowed in
 stripes by the moonlight spilling through the Venetian blinds. his cock
 twitched. He pressed his hands against the door jamb as if he were about
 to faint.

 I rolled to my back and whispered, my voice shaking, "Come in,Brad." He
 was flustered at being discovered until realizing that my own passions
 throbbed with the erotic intensity of his own. He walked in softly,
 closing and locking the door. He sat alongside me, asking,"You don't
 mind?"

 Did I MIND! ME? In the unquenchable flames of throbbing passion?Oh sure,
 I did. My body was beyond control. Hell's fire was coursing through my
 veins. I remembered a fleeting memory of my grandmother telling me when I
 was young girl, how our family's gray-eyed ancestors were once believed
 to be witches. I knew I couldn't have been a witch; witches purportedly
 could control the supernatural. I couldn't even control my own exploding
 desire!

 My full lips quivered as I looked upon the largest cock I'd ever seen,
 curving up like a Turkish scepter from Brad's absolutely perfect body.
 How could a woman MIND! I was being offered the opportunity to worship at
 the serpentine alter of his perfect bodily temple.

 Radiating with passion, I moaned, reaching for the magnificent instrument
 bobbing before me. My fingers didn't meet as my hand curved around its
 rubbery thickness. My face burned madly as I gazed upon the incredible
 manhood I was squeezing.

 My body was now ablaze! I was wide-eyed with fear and passion.With
 trembling hands, I stroked his monstrous hardness. My quivering lips
 parted as he leaned to kiss me.

 He murmured, a tremor in his tight voice, "I've never been with a woman.
 You're so beautiful." It was as if he were apologizing for his shaking,
 his white-hot passion as evident as my own.

 I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. I was unable to see my
 husband, but I knew he would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping
 his hardened cock in the closet's darkness.

 I closed my eyes as I relished Brad's hands exploring the soft curves of
 my body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a hard reddened
 spike. Impassioned fear churned in my stomach. I gasped as his slippery
 tongue twisted and winded its way to my shaved mound.

 Thrusting my hips to his face, I grinded my softness against his mouth,
 my heart pounding a wanton drum beat as his tongue twirled over my
 clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric
 current coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Tears of joy streaked along
 my cheeks. Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels into his
 back as fiery explosions blossomed within.

 I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts.He
 braced his arms against the headboard. My lips encircled his rubbery
 monster, my head bobbing as my tongue glided along its length. Now,beyond
 lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down my
 throat.

 His hips hammered his instrument into my mouth until my passion was
 unbearable. The bulging veins throbbed against the walls of my mouth.

 My voice was muffled by his broad sword. I pleaded, "Mphhh! Please,Brad,
 I WANT you!" He pressed my back into the rustling warm folds of soft
 sheets. My full breasts rippled beneath his touch.

 Red coals of passion smoldered in my vagina. My hips gyrated expectantly.
 My long legs now opened, eagerly inviting the marbled curvature of his
 cock that hovered above the lips of my vagina. Realizing the length and
 breadth of this incredible manhood, I was whimpering with fright at it
 invaded my cuntal folds.

 I cried! He was splitting me apart!

 Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on, expanding my vaginal
 walls. Yet, I'd rather have died than have him stop now. I was loving
 every inch of the massive locomotive puffing through my smoking tunnel.

 Brad was clearly aware of my difficulty, although I sobbed as much in
 pleasure as in pain. Then, he was as far into my gushing depths as he
 could push. His manhood was throbbing as he moved with my rhythm. I
 wailed as he rode me with a fury!

 I whimpered, "It's so WONDERFUL!" My cunt was now burning in the
 forbidden fires, my pain disappearing, supplanted by pleasure. My long
 legs, toned by months of running and swimming, enveloped his smooth torso
 as my cunt rose to meet his steaming thrusts. My depths had never been so
 filled! Tears streaked across my cheeks like rivulets of rain on the
 windshield of a speeding car. My ankles locked around his strong back. My
 blinding passion mounted ever higher.

 In the stunning thrills of Brad's fucking, I'd forgotten Bill.But as I
 thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step
 from the closet to watch the magnificent weapon invading my quivering
 cunt. Bill was transfixed by the awesomely erotic sight. Logic and will
 abandoned me. I was far too lost in this passionate hurricane to
 acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he
 pumped his engorged cock. Brad's eyes rolled as he plunged into my poised
 cunt. I opened my mouth widely as if this could expand my channel further
 to accept his final inches.

 As Bill stared, his jaw sagged. He was pumping his full length furiously
 as Brad and I pulsated with an inner radiance toward an impending
 explosion. My husband's eyes told me that his mind and brad's were now
 one.

 Brad's flames were now united with mine into a blazing inferno.Our eyes
 were glazed. We shuddered with each quaking thrust.

 The awesome orgasm was rushing toward us like an avalanche!

 Sobbing, I mewed, "Oh! FUCK me! FUCK me! FUCK ME-E-E-E!" My will was
 immersed beneath raging tides that coursed through my body.I screamed,
 "Oh, god HELP me, Brad! I LOVE you, Brad! I LOVE YOU!" I loved him, loved
 in adultery. Uniting in flesh that which was now in our minds and souls.
 The onrushing orgasm gathered force like a runaway tornado. I pulled him
 tighter with my legs, lurching my hips against his. He rammed his tool to
 the hilt, crushing my clitoris against the base. I screamed, "Oh, JESUS!
 I FEEL it! You're in so FAR!I WANT you blasting within me!"

 And then, oh GOD, it HAPPENED! In a blinding flash, we were coming in
 thunderous waves, bursting in a supernova of pleasure. I went wild with
 joy. His warm fluids burst within me.

 My mind was exploding in fiery fragments that spider-legged like a
 million falling stars across the evening skies.

 Brad lay across my breasts in the blissful afterglow of our adultery, our
 arms intertwined for an eternity of a half-minute until remembered Bill.

 Bill had returned to the closet and closed the door. Because of my now
 unquenchable desire, my husband would have to remain there until morning.
 Brad was mine alone for that incredible night.

 Brad turned me to my knees, my hands braced on our headboard. His massive
 member was entering my vagina from the rear.

 I turned to stare, awed by his long cock. Watching the instrument pushing
 deeply into my excitedly lubricated cunt, I spread my knees ever wider.
 The breadth of his penis filled me. I sobbed in pleasure,my hand
 tremoring as I caressed his length behind me.

 He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with pleasure,"I love
 you, Brad! I LOVE you!" And then, he was riding me wildly! I was
 screaming like a helpless victim on a runaway roller coaster, the yolks
 of my eyes rolling.

 I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations. As he fucked into my
 depths, I stared back, my lips wide with wonder. I couldn't tear my
 vision from the magnificent cock that was skewering me! We shared a sigh.

 His manhood was growing even greater, expanding in the oncoming orgasm
 like gas in an over filled balloon. I gasped. My clitoris fluttered as if
 to tell me we would be coming together in a mind shattering finale! My
 back arched expectantly as my long nails dug into his hips behind me. I
 could feel every throbbing inch as he plunged through my inflamed walls.

 And then we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon,I
 shuddered amid the earth quaking climax. His hot semen burst through my
 channel. The creamy fluid splattered my inner walls, washing over his
 cock. He was erupting like a volcano with no end to its molten flow of
 lava. A star burst of pleasure exploded within my body.

 He didn't stop, nor did I want him to! Brad fucked me voraciously for
 hours in every imaginable position. He was the first person to ever
 outlast my stamina. Until that night, I thought that I was insatiable.

 Finally in the predawn, I collapsed in complete gratification.

 Brad sneaked back into his room. He was still asleep when Darryl and Rita
 awakened at ten a.m.

 And yet, the greatest surprise of their visit came just after breakfast.
 Rita and I had walked out to the boat house for a conversation before
 they packed to leave. She smiled, "Thank you for what you did for Brad
 last night."

 I was shocked, unable to respond. Rita placed a gentle hand on my arm and
 added, "No, I mean it. Brad has been completely engrossed in clubs,
 basketball, and school for six years. Darryl and I were worried that he
 might be impotent. Or even gay.

 "And we knew you and Bill lead this open-marriage type life. We were
 hoping that this would happen. We'd talked about it for weeks before our
 visit. Darryl and I went up to Brad's room about midnight.We saw he
 wasn't there. Then we heard Brad's moaning from your bedroom."

 She smiled softly. "I have to admit that Darryl was leaning against the
 door for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes. We heard you say to Brad that
 Bill was at the plant until morning." She sighed,wistfully, remembering
 the moment like it was her own. "We were absolutely thrilled. We
 became...well very excited from the passion pouring out of your room. We
 went back to our bedroom. I was floating on air. We fucked the night
 away!"

 Her eyes glinted with sexual excitement. She leaned forward,kissing me
 fully on the lips, saying, "So, I really mean it! Thank you!" As an
 afterthought, she added, "And I'll be sure to let Brad visit you alone
 during school break...if you WANT him. I won't tell him that I know."

 She knew I wanted her son. She KNEW I could still feel his throbbing
 manhood deep inside me! I realized she didn't know Bill had stayed to
 watch.

 I laughed, uncontrollably, hugging Rita, feeling closer than I'd ever
 felt to her before. "I'd absolutely love it, Rita! Just as I love you!"

 She has phoned to thank me on three occasions since. The only time she
 didn't mention this incident as I've described it was the one time her
 son was nearby.

 Believing his parents don't know, Brad insists on visiting us at the end
 of the next quarter because he loves "water skiing in Florida." And, of
 course, he has his parents' enthusiastic approval.Rita says that she and
 Darryl often fantasize about Brad and me while they're in the privacy of
 their bedroom. She says, "God! I get so hot when I think about it!" The
 exquisite sin of adultery, you know, has aftershocks,affecting many lives
 other than just those of the people who commit it.For Bill and me, and
 for those who have touched our lives, the results have been immeasurably
 gratifying.

 Continued...
